#sir it is ovulation week here

[tsintotwo]

I present to you (again): The Dream Lord

[taeyongdoyoung]

daddy's home

summary: boyfriendless, jobless and hopeless, you rush to take the first opportunity you find, which is a nanny position. but the kids are not the only ones you grow fond of... pairing: seungcheol x reader genre: fluff, smut, single dad x nanny AU warnings: kids (triggering, i know), age gap (unspecified), mentions of past cheating, abandonment issues, potential therapy, male masturbation, confessions, blowjob, kissing, eating out, protected sex (unbelievable), dirty talk, size kink, pet names (sweetheart, angel, darling, little girl), sir+daddy kink, unprotected sex (with baby-making goal), breeding kink, creampie, more kids (sorry im ovulating) author's note: this is loosely based on the sitcom the nanny in that there's a single dad with three kids but minus the dead wife trope cuz that's too depressing for my tastes word count: 4.3k

You are desperate. Your shitty boyfriend cheated on you, broke up with you and you also lost your job. So it’s been a couple of terrible weeks. Now, you would take pretty much any kind of job as long as it pays enough for you to afford food and the bills. ASAP.

Single dad looks for a live-in nanny for his three kids. Full-time with Sundays off. Contact this number for more details.

Okay, truth be told, you’ve never considered yourself as someone who is good with kids. But how hard can it be? Have you mentioned you’re desperate?

“Listen, Miss L/N,” Mr. Choi, your potential future employer starts. “I appreciate your enthusiasm but I’m not just going to hire you. I’m looking for someone with experience.”

“Well, I have a bunch of nephews, if they turned out alright under my care, then I guess that counts for something,” you chuckle.

“That’s very nice but I’m talking about professional experience. Have you been a nanny before?”

“Technically, no, but how can I get experience if you won’t hire me?”

“Touché,” Mr. Choi laughs.

“How about a trial period? Let me spend some time with your kids under your supervision and prove myself capable.”

Mr. Choi nods reluctantly.

“Well, you’re in luck since my little goblins have driven away five nannies in the past month.”

Oh, dear. Five nannies…And here you were thinking this could be an easy job.

“So, what’s one more?” you chuckle nervously and Mr. Choi shakes your hand, agreeing to give you a chance.

You are excited when meeting his kids. The eldest daughter - Chaerry is 15, very elegant and polite. You think that you’ll have no problems with her and you’ll have lots to talk about. The middle child and only son - Dino is 10, extremely mischievous and loud. You’ll definitely have problems. Finally, the youngest daughter, Elsie, is 5, she’s such a cutie but leaves a mess of her toys everywhere she goes. It’s easy to trip if you’re not careful, but nothing you can’t handle.

The trial period goes by in a flash. Dino attempts to get on your nerves by pulling pranks like hiding fake spiders in your bag and spraying your outfit with ketchup, but you accept all that with an easygoing laugh. Elsie constantly asks you to play with her toys and you need an unlimited source of ideas to keep up with her wild imagination, but it feels more like fun than a job. Chaerry is quiet and doesn’t share much at the beginning but eventually tells you about this boy at school she has a crush on. So, you count that as a success.

“I must admit, Miss L/N, I had some worries at first but seeing how quickly my kids accepted you is remarkable,” Mr. Choi shares his observations with you at the end of the trial period.

“So, am I hired, then?” you beam with excitement.

“Absolutely, yes. The kids have taken a liking to you and changing nannies so often is probably not great for them, either.”

“So true. Kids need stability and I would be happy to stick around for as long as you’ll have me, Mr. Choi,” you are thrilled not only because you will have a bed to sleep, food to eat and money to spend, but because you are genuinely looking forward to spending more time with these little munchkins.

And spend time with them you do. You're not sure what exactly it is that makes the kids warm up to you, but whatever the reason, it's working.

With Chaerry, you talk about boys and high school drama and make-up. On one occasion, she tells you something that sincerely touches you.

“Thank you for being my best friend, Y/N. I know I shouldn't keep stuff from my dad, but he can be so overprotective sometimes it's difficult to talk about...well, going on dates with boys, mostly.”

“Aww, Chae, you can tell me anything. It'll be our little secret,” you give her a wink, followed by a hug.

You're not exactly sure what the correct response here is. But you'll make sure to maintain some kind of balance - both look after her safety so that Mr. Choi sleeps peacefully at night and not betray Chaerry's trust in you.

With Dino, after the initial phase of silly pranks passes, you notice that he's become more honest and calm.

“You won't leave us like our mom and all the other nannies did, will you?” he asks you one afternoon as you're watching TV together.

You haven't asked Mr. Choi what exactly happened with these kids' mother because frankly, it's none of your business, but something is telling you they're a lot more hurt than they let on.

“I'm not going anywhere, Dino,” you promise, though really, it's up to Mr. Choi to decide that.

“Good. It would really suck if you left.”

That's a lot, coming from the kid who damaged like half of your wardrobe with all kinds of sauces.

With Elsie, another strange situation takes place due to the fact that the kid has no filter.

“Let's play family!”

“Um, okay,” you agree without thinking much.

“This will be daddy,” Elsie points at a stuffed lion plushie and then grabs a tiger plushie, “And this is you, mommy!”

“Oh, honey. I'm not your mommy,” you try to explain as gently as possible.

“But can you be? Daddy says our mommy left and has a new family somewhere else.”

Okay, that's a lot to unpack here. Though you don't think it is your place, you'll need to have a conversation with Mr. Choi, because the kids obviously have some kind of unresolved trauma...

One evening, after the kids have gone to sleep, instead of going to your room, you wait in the living room for your employer to come back from work, so you can approach the subject as delicately as you can.

“Good evening, Miss L/N. Kids go to bed?” he greets you as he takes off his coat.

“Evening, Mr. Choi. Yes, they did. I was wondering if we can have a chat. It can be a sensitive topic, I'm sure, but for the sake of the kids, I think it's important.”

Mr. Choi nods and takes a seat next to you on the couch.

“About their mother...”

“I was wondering how long it'd take you to bring that up,” he chuckles bitterly. “Other nannies wanted me to spill the tea on day one.”

“Wow, seriously?”

“It's not like it's this big secret, I just prefer not to talk about it unless absolutely necessary. My ex-wife...cheated on me and got pregnant by another man, so we had a divorce and I kept the kids, because she said she wants to start anew with this other guy, and...well, the kids said this is their home and that they won't move. So, I suppose the judge took that under consideration.”

“My God. I had no idea.”

“You couldn't have known, considering I just said I don't enjoy revisiting those painful memories.”

“Yes, of course, I only meant that...I guess it explains some things. Forgive me for saying this, but I think the kids have some kind of abandonment issues. Elsie and Dino, in particular, they seem to have a fear that I'll leave just like...well, their mom and the other nannies.”

“And are you? Leaving, I mean.”

“Not if I can help it. Mr. Choi, your kids are very vibrant and precious to me. I genuinely love my job. But I'm worried that what happened with your ex-wife affected them more than they show. Maybe you should look into therapy?”

“I will definitely take that into consideration. Thank you for your candour, Miss L/N.”

“You're most welcome.”

“What about Chaerry?”

“What about her?”

“You said that Elsie and Dino express these abandonment issues. Does Chaerry not have them?”

“She probably does, but at the moment she's too busy thinking about boys.”

“Boys? At her tender age? I don't think so,” Mr. Choi immediately goes into ultra alpha protective dad mode and you honestly find it kind of funny. And hot.

“Oh, relax, Mr. Choi. It's just typical high school drama. There's nothing to be worried about.”

He shakes his head disapprovingly.

“I'm counting on you. Does it ever occur to you how quickly they grow up?”

“I suppose it's more difficult for you. I've only known them for a few months but I think I get what you mean.”

“Yeah...How strange, it feels like you've been part of this family forever.”

You try not to think too deeply about it. He...considers you part of this family. Elsie called you mommy. Dino doesn't want you to leave. And Chaerry talks to you about boys. A topic, which girls usually discuss with their mothers. Oh, sweet heavens. Maybe, this nanny gig is becoming more than a job...

One Monday Mr. Choi texts you not to come to work this Saturday, as the kids will be spending some time with their grandparents (aka Mr. Choi's parents). However, the moment you receive the text, you're too busy trying to escape from Dino who is chasing you with a water gun in the garden. So, you somehow forget to put it down in your calendar.

Saturday arrives and poor Mr. Choi thinks you'd be in your own apartment. Finally, some peace and quiet. His parents picked up the kids early in the morning to go to the park with them so he's all alone and free to do as he pleases.

But alas, you go down the stairs of Mr. Choi's enormous house and make your way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for the kids. However, it's too quiet. Hm, how strange. Maybe, they're not awake yet? You shrug as you pour some milk and cereal in a bowl.

Oh, you hear some noise from the living room. Is that the TV? Your curiosity gets the better of you and you enter it only to find Mr. Choi in a very compromising position. He is touching himself, watching very obscene things on the big screen!

You are on the verge of chastising your boss for doing something like that in the living room, where the kids could walk in any minute, when you remember. The kids...They're with their grandparents today. Which means that...Fuck, you're not supposed to be here. You should be at your own apartment instead of being witness to...your very sexy and very single employer taking care of his needs.

You are going to sneak back into the kitchen and wait for a more appropriate time to leave the house when you hear it. At first you think you're hallucinating but then you hear it twice. Your name.

“Y/N...please, let me-” Mr. Choi moans, his eyes closed, he is unaware of your presence.

However, he doesn't get to finish his sentence because you are so shocked that you drop the bowl of cereal, which shatters on the ground with a loud noise.

“Fuck, I'm so so sorry,” you murmur nervously as your boss finally notices you watching him.

His cheeks flushed, his lips pouting, he is the most adorable you've ever seen him. He hurries to tuck his cock back into his pants and turn off the TV.

“N-no, I'm sorry...Miss L/N, what are you doing here?”

Oh, so you're Miss L/N now...Very well, then.

“I apologize. It must have slipped my mind that the kids are with their grandparents today.”

“It must have,” Mr. Choi repeats coldly, obviously embarrassed by this situation.

You wonder if you should tell him what you heard. Would that be unprofessional? But then again, he is the one who said your name, so...what is professional anyway?

“Do you want me to leave?”

He sighs deeply.

“What's the point? You already saw me...fuck, I feel so humiliated.”

“Why would you feel humiliated? Am I so undesirable that my presence immediately turned you off?” you ask bluntly.

“That's not the case and you know it.”

“I'm not sure I know anything anymore,” you admit. “You...said my name. How is that supposed to make me feel?”

“You were never meant to hear that,” Mr. Choi hides his face behind his hands, the redness refusing to leave his complexion.

“But I did. So, what now?”

“Please, don't quit. I realize that what I did is unforgivable but...the kids care about you so much, it would devastate them to lose you.”

“I wasn't even thinking of quitting. But...are the kids the only ones who care about me?” you need to know.

“No...As it so happens, I care about you.”

“So, stop hiding from me,” you don't know where that boldness comes from as you grab his wrists and remove his hands, so you can look at his face. Fuck, he's so pretty.

“You're not...grossed out by me?” Mr. Choi blinks at you in surprise.

“Kinda flattered, actually,” you confess. “But I'd like it much better if you let me take care of your frustrations.”

“You would?” he is unable to believe his luck when you drop on your knees in front of him and take him out of his pants again, engulfing his cock with your pretty mouth. “Y/N...”

The way he says your name is enough to make you even more enthusiastic, sucking him deeper and bobbing your head to the best of your abilities. He grips your hair tightly and you make sure not a drop is spilled as you swallow his cum down your throat. You wipe off your lips and sit down next to him, unsure of what to do next.

“Mr. Choi...”

“Call me Cheol, please.”

“Cheol...may I kiss you?”

Seungcheol doesn't respond and instead kisses you passionately, grabbing your face with his hands. His tongue is exploring your mouth in ways you'd never imagined could bring so much pleasure and you can't resist the urge to sit in his lap. Somehow, against all reason, he's hard again, as you grind against him. Fuck. He's so hot and sweet and amazing you just want to make him happy. How anyone could cheat on this fine man is beyond you.

“Um...not to assume or anything, but do you have a condom?” you ask sheepishly.

“I do, yes,” Seungcheol goes to his coat and brings a package.

“I mean, don't get me wrong, I love kids, but I think we should be responsible considering this is our first time together and you already have three of your own,” you're probably talking too much but oh well. Better safe than sorry.

“No, I understand. You're totally right.”

“Will you fuck me?” you inquire.

“Here? On the couch?” Seungcheol is in disbelief.

“Well...you were touching yourself here, but I guess it's whatever. Your home, after all.”

He chuckles, suddenly embarrassed again.

“Come on, let's go to my room.”

Seungcheol offers you his hand and you follow him upstairs excitedly. Is this really happening? Are you seriously going to do this with your boss?

He lifts your chin up because he notices you're not meeting his eyes out of nervousness.

“Look at me,” he commands you easily and you're on the verge of falling apart and he hasn't even undressed you yet. The power this man holds over you... “We don't have to do this if you're not ready.”

“It's not that. I do want this. It's just...I don't remember if I told you but I was also cheated on. A little before I came to work here. And like, I haven't been intimate for a while, so I'm nervous. What if I mess something up?”

“Okay, first of all, give me that asshole's address, I just wanna talk. And second of all...darling, I haven't been intimate since way before my divorce took place. Trust me, I'm a lot more nervous than you right now.”

You shake your head.

“Whatever you do, I'm sure I'll find it like super hot.”

Seungcheol laughs and tilts his head, kissing you again.

“You're so cute,” he whispers against your mouth. “I can't wait to ruin you.”

And just like that, it's as if a switch is flipped. He pushes you onto the bed and leans above you menacingly, a devilish smirk painting his pretty face. Seungcheol pushes your dress up hurriedly, touching you all over.

“You really thought you could get away with it, huh? Walking around my house in those dresses of yours looking so sexy? Tempting me?”

“N-no, s-sir,” you murmur, not knowing where the title is coming from.

“God, I'm such a cliché. An old man unable to resist the gorgeous young nanny...”

“You're not old, sir,” you try to reassure him. You're not sure if he's just engaging in dirty talk or is actually having some insecurities. He's still young in your eyes. Whatever the case, you're there for him.

“Don't lie to me, sweetheart. I'm too old for ya...I have three kids. What do you have, hm?” Seungcheol speaks while caressing your pussy through your panties.

“I have you, sir,” you smile and palm his dick teasingly.

He sighs wistfully and buries his head between your folds, licking and teasing until you're a soaking mess for him.

“S-sir, p-please...C-cheol, don't stop,” you cry out helplessly.

It feels so good, too good. He holds you down, hands gripping your thighs as you cum against his tongue. He barely gives you any time to recover as he rolls up a condom on his cock. You stare at him hungrily, impatient to have him inside of you.

Seungcheol is like the drug everyone warned you about. Once you have him, you won't be able to quit.

“Are you ready?” he asks softly in sharp contrast with his previous behaviour.

“Please take me, Cheol,” you would beg if you had to.

And take you he does, entering you deeply with his big cock.

“Fuck, you're so tight, barely fitting me in,” he speaks, stroking your clit in circular motions with his thumb, while he fucks you harshly.

“It's okay, I won't break, sir,” you try to convince him.

“What if I want you to break, little girl?” Seungcheol inquires, his voice half-joking, half-serious, as he.

“Then, I'd be happy to serve you, daddy,” the word slips from your lips before you could think twice about it.

“Daddy, huh? You need daddy to make you cum?” you are grateful he plays along instead of making fun of you in this very vulnerable moment.

“Yes, daddy, please, I'll do anything for you,” you promise in a daze.

“Cum for me, sweet girl, let daddy take care of you,” his deep voice is enough to bring you to the edge.

“Fuuuck, daddy...Cheol,” you mumble repeatedly, as white appears before your eyes.

You're shaking in his arms but it feels like flying.

“I've got you, angel, daddy's right here,” Seungcheol comforts you, as he rides out his own high, spilling inside the condom. Then, taking it off and throwing it in the garbage bin, he hurries back to you.

You make grabby hands at him and he envelops you in a hug.

“I'm here, sweetheart,” he kisses your forehead gently and you melt against his chest.

“Cheol...I think you just murdered me a little,” you laugh.

“Well, then, I better make sure I revive you, because I can't imagine my life without you.”

“Good. You ain't getting rid of me.”

“That sounds perfect because me and the kids would like you to stick around.”

“Oh God, the kids! What time are they coming back?”

“We've got time, don't worry, they should-”

“Daaaad, we're home!” you hear Dino's loud voice from downstairs.

“Fuck,” Cheol curses under his breath and the two of you hurry to make yourselves look somewhat presentable.

Once dressed and back in the living room, you can only hope that you're not too obvious about what went down. However, you can't stop yourself from glancing at Seungcheol and he's just as flustered as you.

“Oh, hi, Y/N,” Dino greets you as if it's completely normal for you to be there. As if you belong.

“How was your time with your grandparents?” you ask, trying to act casual.

“We had so much ice cream!” Elsie squeals excitedly.

“Grandma and Grandpa took us to the park,” Chaerry starts telling you about everything they did in great detail and you are glad that the shy girl you first met is becoming a confident young woman.

Elsie is asking for more ice cream but Seungcheol is explaining that it's lunch time. Dino is painting the table with mustard and honestly, that's so on brand for him...

It is funny where desperation brought you. You realize this is the happiest you've been in a while.

Later, when Seungcheol catches you alone after spending the afternoon with the kids, he asks:

“I know we kinda messed up the proper order of things, but...would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Oh! I'd love that, Cheol. Is it okay to still call you that?”

“Yeah, it's alright.”

“What about in front of the kids? I'm not sure to what point you'd like to mix professional with...personal life.”

“In front of the kids is okay, too,” he laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, do you know what Elsie keeps asking me?”

“What?”

“When will you make Y/N my new mommy?”

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like something Elsie would say.”

“So, um, no pressure. But I think you're more than the nanny to me.”

“Well, I would certainly hope so. I didn't raise you, mister!”

Seungcheol can't miss the opportunity for a joke. He takes hold of your hand and places it on top of his...very hard dick.

“You raised him, though,” he whispers.

“Mr. Choi!” you hiss, scandalized. “I mean...Cheol.”

“Did you mean daddy?” Seungcheol teases you relentlessly.

“Stop it, you deviant!” you shake your head. “Fuck, you'll never let me live this down, will ya?”

“Do you kiss your boss with that mouth?” he smirks.

“Don't mind if I do,” you reply and bring your lips to his.

A year passes by quickly. You love every day of your life. Whether it'll be spending time with the kids, or going on fun dates with your boss turned boyfriend, or having mind-blowing sex with said specimen, you are truly happy with how things turned out for the best.

With one tiny thing missing.

“Cheol, can I ask you something?” you mumble one evening, as you are playing with his soft, fluffy hair.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Seungcheol turns towards you, giving you his fullest attention.

“Have you ever thought about having more kids?”

“Hmm, it hasn't crossed my mind. I already have three kids. But it depends. Is that something you're interested in?”

“Not till now. But if it's with you, I'd love to have a kid,” you confess shyly.

“Well, then, let's make you a mommy,” Seungcheol quickly makes it his mission and for the first time, doesn't use a condom.

“Yes, please, daddy, give me your cum,” you moan wantonly, as he fucks you deep.

“Take it like the good girl you are, I'll give you all I've got, fuck a baby in ya,” he grunts in your ear, sounding even more excited than you are.

“I love it, feel so full,” you whimper and can't stop kissing him. You can't believe this beautiful man is yours and wants to give you another present.

“That's right, sweetheart, I'll stuff you full of it,” he moans and releases himself inside you. Your walls clench around him, pulling him deeper, as you reach your high.

Seungcheol gently pushes the cum that's spilling out of your pussy back inside and lifts your legs up.

“Do you think it'll stick?” you ask doubtfully.

“Can't hurt to try again until it does,” he shrugs, determined to succeed.

Nine months later, as you welcome the twins into the family, you realize you've never expected to achieve so much happiness.

“You really had to outdo yourself and give me not one but two babies,” you playfully push Seungcheol's shoulder.

“Is it too late now to say sorry?” he grins nervously.

“Don't be. I'm more than satisfied. But you'll have to give me a raise!”

“I'll give you something better than that,” Seungcheol promises and pulls a diamond ring out of his pocket.

“Oh my God,” you are in shock.

“Y/N...you've given me more than I could ever hope to deserve. You started off as a nanny but you became my three kids' best friend and now, the mother of two more angels. You became my closest person, my source of joy, my sweetheart. Knowing that I can come home to you is the best thing that's ever happened to me. Will you do me the absolute honour of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, of course, yes!” you say through your tears and kiss him, as he slides the ring on your finger.

“Can I call you mommy now?” Elsie peeks her adorable head behind the door, followed by Dino and Chaerry, who are all excited by the good news.

“Congratulations, Y/N!” Chaerry greets you with a hug and whispers: “Thanks for taking one for the team and making our lonely old man. happy.”

“Hey, I heard that!” Seungcheol complains loudly.

Dino jumps on the back of his dad with a loud squeal.

“You better treat her right, Dad!” the boy warns. “Or I'll ketchup your room!”

“Why do I feel like I'm the one being welcomed into the family?” Seungcheol bemoans his fate but he's never smiled wider.

“You'll get used to it,” you joke. “Come on, guys, meet your new brother and sister.”

“Hii, babies!” Elsie and Dino jump excitedly around the twins.

“Oh, they're so cute! Aren't they so cute, Dad?” Chaerry coos at the babies.

“They are, but it's too early for you to think about how cute babies are. Look at me...I already have five. Isn't it tragic?” Seungcheol keeps messing around.

“It could have been twelve or something,” you play along.

“I can't imagine,” Seungcheol cries out indignantly. But deep down, maybe he can.

The End

[letosmauddib]

Difficult Arrangements

FEYD RAUTHA x Y/N reader - arranged marriage (she/ her pronouns)

18+ - please do not read/ interact if you are underage / uncomfortable

Warnings - Implied Smut, (It's on in part 2 <3 -), pregnancy mentions, arranged marriage factors, medical talk, speaking of breeding?

please interact! I love to see the feedback:)

PT.2 HERE-

“The best course of action might be a stimulant, something to engage her desire for more frequent intercourse?” She felt like the examination table was growing colder against her. She stared down at her socked feet, trying to keep herself away from the conversation the three men in the room were having regarding her desire to fucking her husband. Feyd stood next to her slumped form, growing increasingly annoyed with what he was deeming to be a ridiculous conversation.  “What have the endless tests you’ve been performing resulted in? Seemingly a waste of time..” He responded, annoyed at their uncertain responses and experimental solutions. “Na-Baron, Sir… the sake of the lineage needs to make sure the compatibility is there..it’s unfortunately not very simple to resolve with just practical medicine.” She glanced at his blank expression, his jaw clenched; “So what are you two doing to assist the issue?” “We have been researching natural ways to accelerate or increase the probability of pregnancy and we believe the stimulants in specific foods can help. Another practice has been proven to help as well..” The medic adjusted his stance, not seemingly wanting to speak on it further. Feyd was losing patience fast, “And it is?” “Making sure there is a willingness from the female to er- engage, and for her to accomplish climax during the ovulation period…”  Her brain felt like it could slip out of her head, three men discussing the logistics of her lack of orgasm and lack of pregnancy being connected. Her willingness to become impregnated with Feyd-Rautha’s child was being questioned. She sits across from dozens of scans and files on her body. Y/N blanked out the rest of the conversation, tired from her lack of sleep and her lack of breakfast. She had grown used to the schedule set by her husband and felt the effects of falling out of schedule.  As the discussion toned down, she felt herself unable to daze off. “No, she won’t be touched or examined by a man. I’ve stated this before and I am growing quite a disdain for these stupid statements..” He wasn’t being difficult due to interest in her lack of comfort, it was more his. Feyd was territorial with what he deemed to be ‘his’. Every male around understood they could lose a limb, or their lives if they attempted to touch her. Guards were extraordinarily careful, whilst noblemen and relatives acted as though she simply did not exist. “Na-Baron, her the Na-Baroness’  nurse and doctor are off-planet and won’t be back for at least a week.” “Then, the examination will happen in a week. I would strongly advise both of you to step out and get back to finding more helpful solutions.” Both medics excused themselves as they stepped out. Leaving them alone in the examination room. Feyd glanced over her form, his hand slipped to the back of her neck, fingers against her soft hair. “Even more quiet than usual mouse…”

She could feel the tears building but she couldn’t do it, “I-I’ve grown quite tired of these appointments.” She whispered. “I just wish I would just be pregnant..” Feyd wasn’t one to show much empathy or emotion since their courtship. He was quite a lunatic and had complete disregard for anyone and everything around him. But he noticed her defeat, 6 months of marriage attempts since their wedding, and no heir. She was raised to strive for motherhood and couldn’t seem to accomplish the part of becoming a mother. “I have to get back to training, let’s get you to the dining room for breakfast.” 

He walked next to her, keeping her at a close distance through their stride of the endless hallway. Her mind drifted off to how loving her parents were, how they held hands through walks and constantly embraced. She wasn’t sure how he would react to an attempt at affection. Although she craved the sweetness of a hug or a cuddle, she didn’t think to attempt anything. She slowed down to glance out the giant windows. She longed for soft grass fields and flowers to step through and lay in from her home world. Feyd could see her longing stare, he knew well that she wasn’t present in those silent moments.

They didn’t say a word to each other until they reached the dining room. The servants were setting up a big portioned breakfast. “I will be back after training, I want all of your portions eaten. I will be reported back to.” She nodded, not up for arguing with her husband today. Before she could step in, his strong arms pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were rough against hers, her hands instinctively reaching for his waist. Before it could deepen, he pulled away, allowing her to step back.  “I’ll be devouring you for a nice late breakfast after training. Be good for me pet.”  She nodded sheepishly, aware of his statement, and she approached her predetermined feast.

PT. 2 coming sooon

[reorientation]

hormone dose girlie here 💕 (also if 💉 isn’t taken, I’d love to claim it)

so, things fell through with the fuck buddy. I say fuck buddy, but i didn’t end up taking his cock. I should’ve been more clear, but I’m still a virgin. just learning how to be used by men so I can be ready when my time comes!! lots of slut training and pussy training and mantras and things. men still do use me for their pleasure (and I love it), just not in the way you’d expect. I don’t think I was thinking properly about how it sounded when I sent it. sorry sir <3

I’ve been focusing a lot on learning to love my pussy, using mirrors and listening to her. what feels “good”. I learned I can cum from vaginal stimulation (to my surprise, thought I couldn’t and was sad about it). I used to think she was ugly, but the more I look and play, the more pretty, puffy, and pink I realize she is. she’s so pretty, all wet and begging to be filled.

being put on denial a handful of times has made me realize what my true purpose is. to be bred. T lowers chances of pregnancy by 70% (according to my doctor), so it isn’t proper birth control. which makes me wonder if I still ovulate because I feel ovulation horny on denial. it’s insane, like I need to be bred immediately for my sanity. and if this is how I am as a virgin, what will I be like when I get a taste? speaking of denial, I am going on denial for two weeks starting next week and I am soooo not ready.

I didn’t end up cancelling my surgery. I can’t bring myself to… I feel like I should be sorry. some men made me play with my titties and it felt so good. but I can’t bring myself to cancel. maybe being bred will make up for it… I don’t want the consequences, but to be filled is something I want most.

I think my problem is getting scared every time a man is serious about fucking me. I back away and isolate myself because I get scared… but I absolutely love being a slut, just have preferred to do it “alone”. how can I fix that 😭 I wanna be a good girl

- 💉

(Previously)

Aww, that's a shame - I was so excited for you. Still, that just means that your first straight cock is in your future, and everything that's happened up until now has been before you took it for the first time. Imagine how much more correctable you'll be once you've experienced that!

It's good that you've been focusing on your pussy - how pretty she is, how she swells and gets ready to be fucked when you think about being bred by real men. And she's already been rewarding you, with you finding a new way to come - just think about how much she'll give to you once you've taken a man's cum and conceived from it. That's what she really wants, after all: it's what all of this is for.

The fertility effects of T are funny. It makes you drippingly, maddeningly desperate to be bred, and it makes bareback sex... safer. Safe-ish. Safe enough that you don't really need to worry, right? So safe that you can take a man's cum over and over and over and maybe not conceive from it. I don't think there's any other form of "birth control" so good at getting girls pregnant.

I think you really just need to reframe some of these things, hormonal little girlie. You haven't taken a man's cock... yet. You haven't cancelled your surgery.... yet. You aren't pregnant... yet. But all of those could easily change, and the only thing stopping you is your own mind.

So why not let your mind soften a little? While you're on denial - assuming it's just orgasm denial, and you're not entirely forbidden from touching yourself - just edge for a while as you think about those things. Let the feelings of fear and reluctance flow through you, and then let them melt away in the pleasure of playing with your pussy. You don't need to make any decisions as you do, just... let yourself dwell in pleasure as you think about making those decisions.

I think you'll find your mind getting soft and pink and open, just like that pretty little pussy of yours, before very long.

[mermaidsirennikita]

marcus, lord westcliff, are those your luscious locks and giant hands i see before me in gorgeous painted detail??? god i need to get my hands on a copy. please, ma'am, won't you share some golden marcus lines from the novel?

I have good news and bad news:

The bad news is, that stepback was not from It Happened One Autumn (but it is a Kleypas stepback, for sure, and it is tooootally in line with the Wallflowers stepbacks). The good news is, I own not one but two unedited/stepback copies of Autumn, because nobody is going to catch me slipping once people start realizing en masse that there's a difference between the edited and unedited copies and start buying up the latter lol.

So here's the Westcliff/Lillian stepback!

It's really quite beautiful. The detail on her dress is exquisite, and the foot pop--please.

And I also do have some quotes, though I will say that some of my favorite Westcliff quotes are when he's being a bit... of a mess lol

When he highkey negs Lillian in the butterfly garden about how she actually can't kiss, which is a shame, and maybe she needs lessons and I wonder whoooo could teach her???

Then one of my favorite parts of the book, where he's a total asshole and stops fingering Lillian (still in the butterfly garden) to be like "well DAMN Lillian, if I can get that far with you, imagine what would happen with someone who has ACTUAL GAME like St. Vincent???" Ridiculous self-own

When he almost comes in his pants while Lillian starts babbling drunken entendres about how something soooo biiiiiiig could fit into something soooooooo smaaaaaaaallllllllll

his voice cracking kills me, truly the man was suuuuufferiiiiing

When he had one of the best classic "I COULD HAVE PLANTED A BABY IN YOUR FERTILE WOMB TWENTY MINUTES AGO" moments

Like it's some of the stupidest shit I've ever read and it's SO. FUNNY. YOU COULD BE BREEDING LILLIAN. I SMELLED YOU OVULATING. SHUT UP. MARRY ME.

In my head he has his hands on his hips

And then I have the actual legit romantic speech he does, which is one of the only big romantic things he says in the book, which is why it goes on for a huge paragraph that bleeds onto the next page

"do it for the sake of everyone who would have to tolerate me otherwise" PERSUASIVE, SIR

also pretty sure this led to the scene where he and Lillian end up grinding on the floor until Simon Hunt walks in and is like "bro I thought you said you only needed to fuck once a week

[simplywhytney]

CHAPTER 1.03 - Just an Act

“Did you have fun, sir?” Butler asked as the King and Queen stepped into the residence.

“It was fine.”

“That’s all you have to say Anthony? It was fine… Some of our closest friends and family came from near and far to celebrate our anniversary and that’s all you have to say?”

“Helena, really? My close friends were not there. Were they even invited? But somehow your childhood fried and his wife were in attendance. You and I both know that that event was just a show. It was acting.” Anthony said as he sat down in an arm chair.

“What about last night, was last night just acting too?”

“I’m going to go turn down the beds…” said Butler quietly as he exited the foyer. It was nights like these he was grateful that King Anthony insisted on keeping limited staff in the residence, much to the chagrin of his Queen, Helena.

“You were ovulating, and I’m always down for a decent fuck.”

“Fuck you Anthony! Is this a joke to you, are we a joke?”

“Does it look like I’m laughing?” Anthony sighed. “You are the one choosing to stay, Helena.”

Helena sat down in the vacant chair. “I’m staying to protect your image.”

“Funny, you’re not staying because you love me, but to ‘protect my image”. Is that really it, or are you staying because you like being queen. Or maybe it’s because your daddy really wants you to have another baby so he can be grandfather to the heir again.

“You do not have to bring my father into this!”

“Why not, I’m surprised he wasn’t here tonight. He’s been in our marriage from the beginning hasn’t he? I was just too stupid to realize it until…”

“Don’t even say it. I swear to the Watcher above Anthony.”

“You swear what Helena. Did your father even love our son?! Two days after he died he was asking us about trying again. And you said nothing. You did fucking nothing.”

“I was grieving! You didn’t have to punch him in the face and have him escorted out of the residence!”

“Yeah, well I was grieving too.”

Helena stood and began to walk off before exiting the room, she stopped to stare at a picture from early in their marriage. “How the hell did we end up like this?”

“Maybe we were always like this. We were just too blind to see it.”

“I’m going to head out to Newcrest for a few weeks. My dad is having surgery, and Candice will be giving birth soon. I want to be there and help out with the kids.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine here.”

“You’re going to stay here instead of the pier?”

“I don’t know, Helena. I haven’t thought about it.”

“You should stay at the Pier, you can be closer to the people. And maybe attend a service in Old Towne.”

“I don’t need you putting a schedule together for me. Go pack and have fun with your family. Tell the kids I said hello.”

“Right.” Helena disappeared through the door.

Anthony studied the same photo Helena had been staring at before she left the foyer. He had been so in love with her back then. He thought nothing could break them. But the death of a child changes everything. It makes everything clear. One thing he was sure of was that Helena’s father, Samuel Moore, was a manipulative power-hungry man. Only the Watcher knows what that man still had in store for him.

[y-ta-nees-simblr]

Chapter 1.03 - Just an Act

“Did you have fun, sir?” Butler asked as the King and Queen stepped into the residence. “It was fine.”

“That’s all you have to say Anthony? It was fine… Some of our closest friends and family came from near and far to celebrate our anniversary and that’s all you have to say?” “Helena, really? My close friends were not there. Were they even invited? But somehow your childhood fried and his wife were in attendance. You and I both know that that event was just a show. It was acting.” Anthony said as he sat down in an arm chair.

“What about last night, was last night just acting too?” “I’m going to go turn down the beds…” said Butler quietly as he exited the foyer. It was nights like these he was grateful that King Anthony insisted on keeping limited staff in the residence, much to the chagrin of his Queen, Helena. “You were ovulating, and I’m always down for a decent fuck.” “Fuck you Anthony! Is this a joke to you, are we a joke?” “Does it look like I’m laughing?” Anthony sighed. “You are the one choosing to stay, Helena.”

Helena sat down in the vacant chair. “I’m staying to protect your image.” “Funny, you’re not staying because you love me, but to ‘protect my image”. Is that really it, or are you staying because you like being queen. Or maybe it’s because your daddy really wants you to have another baby so he can be grandfather to the heir again. “You do not have to bring my father into this!” “Why not, I’m surprised he wasn’t here tonight. He’s been in our marriage from the beginning hasn’t he? I was just too stupid to realize it until…” “Don’t even say it. I swear to the Watcher above Anthony.” “You swear what Helena. Did your father even love our son?! Two days after he died he was asking us about trying again. And you said nothing. You did fucking nothing.” “I was grieving! You didn’t have to punch him in the face and have him escorted out of the residence!” “Yeah, well I was grieving too.”

Helena stood and began to walk off before exiting the room, she stopped to stare at a picture from early in their marriage. “How the hell did we end up like this?” “Maybe we were always like this. We were just too blind to see it.” “I’m going to head out to Newcrest for a few weeks. My dad is having surgery, and Candice will be giving birth soon. I want to be there and help out with the kids.” “Yeah, I’ll be fine here.” “You’re going to stay here instead of the pier?” “I don’t know, Helena. I haven’t thought about it.” “You should stay at the Pier, you can be closer to the people. And maybe attend a service in Old Towne.” “I don’t need you putting a schedule together for me. Go pack and have fun with your family. Tell the kids I said hello.” “Right.” Helena disappeared through the door.

Anthony studied the same photo Helena had been staring at before she left the foyer. He had been so in love with her back then. He thought nothing could break them. But the death of a child changes everything. It makes everything clear. One thing he was sure of was that Helena’s father, Samuel Moore, was a manipulative power-hungry man. Only the Watcher knows what that man still had in store for him.

[samuclit]

warnings: miya atsumu x female!reader, you guys are fwbs, 1.2K words of fluff and little smut, vaginal fingering, boob sucking and uh how do I tag this, lol.

wrote this last night when my boob hurts like shit because I’m on my period and I was really horny, take care of your boobs ladies because atsumu won’t be there to take care of yours. Read the article here!

"My boob hurts" you say, left hand clutching at your right boob, pressing your warm palms with extra pressure at your fingers to ease the pain. 

Atsumu, your. What do we call him. 

Your sex partner, company at lonely nights, sometimes lunch buddy when work gets overbearing and sometimes your grocery runner when you got too lazy to put on your bras and better-looking pants to buy a box of cereal, yours and Atsumu favourite.

It should be just you enjoying that cereal but Atsumu, who's enjoying the sexcapade, as he jokingly said one time when he wants to be inches deep buried inside you, said that the cereal wasn't too bad when soaked with the right type of milk. So you have to share it with him as long as he helps you with stuff you might need help with.

One of the help is probably comfort for a work-obsessed woman in her early 20s when she felt a bit lonely. You, it's you who we're talking about. 

"What was that?" Atsumu, whose face is buried in the pillow he claimed was his now, result of visiting too frequently for the 'sexcapade', is now pulled up to face you.

You side-eyed and saw him smirking like a piece of shit he always is because he loves to tease you and flirt with you despite the boundaries he set on his own, not that you disagree but sometimes, you take it as a challenge that will make you say 'fuck' when steps are at disarray. 

"I said my boob hurts." You glared at him now. Expecting him to tackle you and have him drape his whole naked body on you by now. 

"You're on your period?" Atsumu asked, face now covered in concern.

"Um no, I finished a week ago, probably the ovulation or something." You whimpered at the growing pain near your armpit, hand sliding under your shirt, well, his shirt, to massage and fondle it on your own, releasing a little moan you hoped he might notice just so he can get a hint. 

"Let me check." You closed your eyes to wait for his pretty setter fingers to trail on your abdomen, his favourite non-sexual thing to do just to make you laugh on one of your sad days.

His hand didn't come at all, and you opened your eyes to see him scrolling the Internet, presumably to have answers to his and your question.

Why do women's boobs hurt?

You scoffed and smacked at his biceps, but still managed to heave a small giggle at his question all while sliding close to his warm body, pressing your side at him while bending your legs to brush your toes at his calves.

"You could have typed 'is it normal for a woman's chest to hurt' instead of saying boobs like a pervert, you dumbass!" You quote unquote so he could get the message.

"I do not have women's boobs, and mine doesn't hurt. Just helping you, princess." 

Atsumu gasped when he saw an article from Healthline.

"Ah look, an article from Healthline, your favourite old hag magazine site." Atsumu teased, his giggles resonating too loud all the way to your eardrums and the erratic beating of your chest, the pain in your right boob slowly subsiding. 

"This old hag magazine site saved your clumsy ass when you bruised your head the other day." You retorted, head still inclined to read the article he clicked. 

"Whatever, I know first-aid better than you. Ah look there's a lot of causes." Atsumu mocked you, using his sexy fingers to pinch at your cheeks, earning a loud 'ouch' from you.

"Hm, it said here 'hormonal fluctuations, you might have the pain either 2 or 3 days before your menstruation or the entire time during your cycle' yeah. Other causes might be puberty, pregnancy and menopause" Atsumu read.

You paused.

"You're...not pregnant are you?" Atsumu turned to his side to look at your surprised face, expecting a quick answer from you.

"No. I don't— I don't think so?" Atsumu pushed his arms on the bed to lift himself up and you turned your body so you could lay down properly.

"Did you check? We haven't had protected sex for a long time so I'm just curious." Atsumu seated himself properly on the bed, one of his hands finally reached to your abdomen under the double-barrier that is your huge comforter and his shirt to draw shapes and do belly rubs.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not...I don't have early symptoms….and I'm very strict with my pills, mind you." you sighed, hands reaching for your locks to brush your own hair for reassurance. 

"Okay, I believe in you" Atsumu smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. His fingers travelled to your jawlines, to your reddening cheeks, to the sore lips you had after the earlier makeout session on your couch. 

Atsumu finally hovered above you, hands grasping at every detail of your beautiful face, slowly trailing down to your hips. 

"Your boob still hurts?" You giggled at his smile. 

"It hurts less than before. I think it's just being dramatic, needing some attention perhaps."

You sucked in an air when his expression darkens, changed to the familiar animalistic side of Atsumu that could make you scream in pleasure.

"I'll give it the attention it wants then" Atsumu pulled the comforter in a haste and undressed you, desperate to see you naked. 

Atsumu and his, rather respectful demeanors to not delve in too quickly is what made you clung to him, never wanting to let go.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Atsumu asked and you nodded eagerly. Atsumu kissed you, both of your hands pinned to the bed, trapping you under his large muscular body. 

It turned hot in a second, his lips neglected yours to prioritise the situation at hand, his hands, now that he let go of one of your hands so he could fondle and tweak your left nipples while sucking on the right boob, the root problem.

Though, you would call it a blessing.

"Ngh— Atsu...please just fuck me" you gasped in small breath, feeling your folds getting wet by his hot body venturing yours.

Atsumu didn't waste time to descend his wandering fingers to explore your caverns, hitting right to the spot that he knows will make you cum quickly. 

He's practically making out with your nipple, pulling slightly to gain a reaction and sometimes pressing on your clit with his rough thumb to earn another wanton scream out of your mouth. 

His finger went inside and out and your hands scrambled to grip at his biceps to steady yourself, legs dipping your bed before you reach your peak, cumming on his fingers.

Atsumu plopped at your side and you creeped your way inside his hold, as you usually did when the sex ended. 

"Your boob hurts and then it leads to me fingering you huh?" You hid your face in his chest, blushing at the earlier activity you did. Atsumu giggled and rubbed at your back while he hugs you. 

"Tomorrow morning my dick will hurt, so you better think of a way to make it feel better when you sleep, hm?" You glared at him.

"Yes sir, I will. Goodnight Atsumu, my head hurts, by the way". You put a finger to his face.

Atsumu kissed your forehead and lulls you to sleep. "Goodnight princess" you heard his snores right after.

You won't mind if your boobs hurt in the future, Atsumu and a Healthline article would help solve your problem

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Hallow-Peen {One-Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Pregnancy Kink, Smut, NSFW, Exhibitionism, DO NOT READ AT WORK

Words: 4.1k

Summary: Halloween fun with Chris at a haunted house.

Note: Don’t judge me with the title. I was drawing a blank, and by the end, I had a better one, but I said what the hell let’s keep it. LOL. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween!! 

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊  ❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

  Halloween in Massachusetts means one thing, no matter which part. Scary fun. Salem may be the place of the witch trials that took place, but the entire state of Massachusetts goes crazy for Halloween. Usually, every year Chris being the adorable man-child he is, he would beg to go trick or treating. He’d wear the most basic costume in the world, usually a different animal onesie, just to get as much candy as possible. Candy was his sole objective--well, candy, dressing Dodger up in a costume and seeing all the kids' costumes.

 This year because of the pandemic, things are a little different. He decides that the only way he’ll be okay giving up the option for trick or treating is if you do something Halloween related. That was when he thought up going to a haunted house. You weren’t feeling like it because mother nature had the nerve to fuck everyone over and made it snow. Who wanted to get dressed in a costume that was probably most likely skimpy to freeze because she had the audacity to say, here humans take this? You were in a shitty mood, especially seeing that twenty-twenty was already at peak fuckry levels.

“Come on; you’ll be inside. It won’t be that bad,” Chris continued trying to convince you.

 Even though you were doing your hair and makeup getting ready to go, he could tell you really weren’t feeling it. You looked up from your seated position in front of the bathroom mirror to see Chris come around the corner with a camera on.

 “What are you doing, Chris?”

 “Making memories, sweetheart.”

 You rolled your eyes and went back to applying your mascara. You only felt like this twice a month. You knew this week’s irritability was only because of your body conspiring with mother nature and Chris to put a baby in you.

 Chris came closer and placed a sweet kiss on your exposed shoulder then trailed it up to your neck where he took his time. Thanks to your traitorous body, you moaned.

 “Don’t be mad. How about I put you in a good mood?”

 Chris’s free hand wrapped around your stomach to rest possessively just below your belly button. The warmth from his hand felt so comforting and soothing, but it also felt more than that. When he sunk his fingertips into your flesh, you felt the carnal undertones.

 “And just how do you plan on putting me in a good mood?”

 As a response, Chris nibbled your earlobe and pulled you back against his body. The press of his hard frame against your back. Your body working against you hummed, making you moan again.

 “I think you know just how I’ll put you in a good mood,” Chris whispered as his hand made it to the knot of your towel. With little to no manipulation, he had your towel falling to the floor. With lips pressed to your ear, he took a sharp inhale and moaned.

 “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

 From the mirror, you watched his eyes ravage your body. His eyes rested at your breasts for several long moments before they traveled down your body, only to stop again once he reached where your thighs met. The look on his face was that mischievous, aroused look. He slithered his hand up your sternum to cup one of your breasts before squeezing it. You both moaned in unison.

 “Mm, I’m sorry, baby. I forgot,” Chris cooed as he gently tweaked one of your nipples between his fingers. A soft mewl fell from your lips.

 That was when you remembered he was recording.

 “Is there a reason why you’re recording me?”

 A grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s spread across his face before he licked his lips to bite his bottom lip.

 “Memories.”

 “You’re such a perv. How many of these memories do you have, sir?”

 Chris shrugged nonchalantly as he peered off to the side as if he didn’t know an exact number.  

 “Two, Six, twelve somewhere in that ballpark,” he answered as he turned you and slid you back onto the sink. After a few seconds, he’d handed you the camera.

 “What am I supposed to do with this?”

 Chris again shrugged before he kissed your neck, then your shoulder. He trailed his lips down your body until your pert nipple was in his mouth. You softly sighed out and slumped back, resting against the mirror. Chris slowly swirled his tongue around your skin before he quickly flicked his tongue against your bud. Another moan escaped you. Moving your hand so he was in focus of the camera, you watched him through the display. Chris peeped up to you then quirked his brow before he gave you a small bite. The action sent your back arching, and you jutting out your breast to him like offerings on a platter.

 When he pulled back, he had your nipple between his lips. When it slipped from his mouth, the jerk and sudden cool air had you groaning. Chris kissed a path across your stomach and dropped to his knees before you. Following him with the camera, you pushed it out of your mind that he knew you were practically powerless to say no. He knew that this week he could have you whenever however he wanted. The look he gave you before he fastened his lips to your sex said he knew it full and well. Jackass, you thought.

 It was a brief thought because the sensation of his lips on your clit stifled any other possible thought than fuck yes. Your eyes briefly fluttered closed while your hand lowered, completely forgetting the camera within your grip.

 “Sweetheart,” Chris murmured. The coxing tone in his voice had you looking at him again.

 “At me.”

 The way he said it was so sexy. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you brought him back into focus on the camera screen again. that was when he kissed your clit in the slowest, most exaggerated way.

 “Shit,” you rushed out. Chris softly smiled before he repeated the action two more times.

 It was the that linguistically skillful tongue came into play. He licked, he flicked, he swirled, and he prodded. It was clear he wanted to tease you, make you so on edge that you would lose it. He was close to his goal. Keeping the camera on him, you got lost in the pleasure he was giving you. When you felt him dip his tongue into your heat, you brought your legs up to rest on the edge of the sink.

 “Mmm, you taste better than candy, baby,” Chris said against your sex.

 “So we can stay in tonight cause your trick or treat feast is right here.”

 Glancing at you through the lens, he smirked then sucked your clit into his mouth again. This time he wasn’t so gentle. The pressure quickly built-in your gut, and within seconds, you were coming. Chris wouldn’t let you clamp his face between your legs. He had his hands pressing your thighs back to keep you where he wanted. When he didn’t release you once you’d finished, you felt another creep up on you, and that one wiped you out.

 When Chris pulled back, his lips and beard were glistening, making you smirk. You watched him lick his lips clean, not wasting one drop, and you bit your bottom lip again.

 “You’re the devil,” you joked, making him laugh out loud. The sound bounced off the bathroom walls and had your belly quivering.

 Before he got up, he kissed your clit once more, making you arch again.

 “I prefer puppet master,” he teased, quirking his brow. Asshole knew this was not nearly enough. He knew your body wanted more. Chris took the camera from then turned it to you.

 “I could help you with that if you want,” Chris offered while palming his appendage.

 You hated him. You were in the process of changing your birth control with the appointment scheduled for next week. This meant that you were birth control free, and Chris knew this. Ever since you’d had the talk where you both decided that you wanted to have kids together, you’d seen a whole different side of him. Every time you made love, it became apparent he had a huge pregnancy kink. He always made sly jokes that he’d put a baby in you. You found it funny the first few times, but you quickly realized he meant it. That was why you decided to get off the pill and opted for something more reliable that didn’t depend on you remembering to take it.

 You not on birth control and ovulating was torture, and he knew it and played on it. Your eyes lingered at his hardness, and your mouth watered while your sex spasmed. You began to think and calculate if you could risk it. As if he knew it, Chris moved his hand so you could see the magnitude of his desire for you. Chris crept to you close enough for your hand to grip him. a groan escaped his lips as the camera he held was pointed at your hand, fondling him.

 “He wants to say hello.”

 Meeting his eyes, you watched him lick his lips, and you were closer than ever to risking it all. Using your feet, you pulled at the elastic of his shorts. In seconds, Chris was helping you, riding his hips of the material to stand before you bare from the waist down. Again, your sex pulsated, wanting his invasion more than anything. His dick rested on your pubis and spasmed every few seconds. You wanted him so fucking bad. Seeing you having difficulty making up your mind, he swiped the tip of his cock up and down your sex, nudging your clit. Every time he did, you whimpered. When you felt him circle himself at your opening, you almost wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him close. Almost. You closed your eyes, trying to find your strength.

 “Do you want him to?”

 Chris’s voice was husky. You bit your bottom lip and audibly gulped before you slammed your thighs shut. He didn’t need your words. Smirking, Chris nodded and backed off, pulling up his shorts. When Chris not so junior disappeared inside the shorts, you groaned.

 “Fuck!”

 Chris snorted, tapped the backside of your thigh closest to your ass. “Not yet, sweetheart, you’ll get there. Let’s go; Scott is ten minutes out.”

 With that, he walked out of the bathroom. You already regretted your decision.

 After finishing your makeup and hair, you put on your costume that was face mask compatible and walked into your living room to see Chris, Scott, and his boyfriend all waiting for you. Tens of pictures, a few posts to IG, a few tik toks, and countless sly ploys at teasing you, the four of you were off. With Scott driving and you and Chris in the backseat, you focused your attention on social media rather than the sexy man beside you with his hand on your thigh. Every so often, his grip would tighten then loosen only to do it again and again. With each tightened grip, you noticed his hand creeping higher and higher. He was not slick.

 By the time you got to the haunted house, it was dark, and the parking lot was packing up. The four of you walked to the line and waited for your turn. Chris, with his surgical mask in place, hugged you from behind.

 “You’re quiet. You okay?”

 “Perfectly fine.”

 He nuzzled your neck and moaned. “Cold?”

 “I’m okay.”

 “Let Dr. Evans know if you’re not.”

 The man wanted to kill you.

 It didn’t take long for your turns to come. After listening to the attendant shout out the rules, the four of you cautiously entered. You didn’t mind getting a little scared on Halloween. That was the point. As you walked through the entrance, you looked around at the décor that was clearly meant to be terrifying. The blood on the walls looked so realistic you paused.

 “It’s okay, sweetheart,” Chris whispered before kissing your temple and taking your hand.

 You walked along the designated path, taking in your surroundings. You knew the first scare would be coming up soon, and you wanted to be prepared.

 “This isn’t so bad,” Scott said. You glanced at him; he was laughing as if this was the homestretch rather than the beginning of the torture.

 As expected, someone dressed in bloodied slaughterhouse gear popped out of nowhere, revving his chain saw pulling a loud scream from you. Chris’s loud laugh echoed around you before you pushed him back when he draped his arm around you.

 “Not funny!”

 You walked ahead with the rest of them behind you, but not even four steps later, a trap door popped open, and out came a group of women dressed as the scariest witches you’d ever seen.

 “Oh my god!” Your shriek was loud but not louder than Chris’s laugh.

 Throughout the entire haunted house, there were jump scares galore. There were some that were scarier than others and some that had even Chris and the guys shrieking every now and then. Though you didn’t want to come out, you were enjoying the night. By the time you made it out, you were so glad to see the night sky.

 “I can’t believe you guys got scared,” Scott teasingly said to Chris and his boyfriend.

 “Those last few rooms really got me,” Chris replied.

 “Not nearly as much as they got, Y/N.”

 All eyes landed on you, making you cross your arms and pout.  “I didn’t even wanna come,” you whined.

 Chris snorted and approached you. “Poor baby. It’s been a hard night for her. we should cut her some slack.”

 Rolling your eyes, you turned your back to them and saw another Halloween attraction.

 “Ooh, is that a funhouse?”

 “Yeah, it’s up for one night. I heard mention of it on the news,” Scott informed.

 “Let’s go,” you blurted before walking off.

 It wasn’t part of the plan, but why not, you thought. It didn’t take long to walk across the field to the funhouse that was nearly deserted. Once there, you were informed you were the last bunch for the night before they closed up and packed it up. Chris paid the entrance fee, and the four of you walked in.

 “First one out wins,” Scott’s boyfriend said before dashing off to the right, leaving you and Chris to go left. You could hear him and Scott giggling like children until one of them tried to quiet the other.

 After a few minutes, the four of you crossed paths, which had all of you laughing.

 “They’re so cute,” you said to Chris once you were alone again.

 “Yeah. They’re not the only ones,” he said, wrapping his arms around you at the same time the lights flipped, coating the entire funhouse in a black light that was usually used in some of the putt-putt golf places.

 “This just got ten times spookier,” you said.

 “I don’t know. I think it just got ten times better. I like you in the dark.”

 You spun in his arms and kissed him. You’d been holding it in all night. Chris moaned and dropped his hands to your ass. His fingertips grazed the bare skin just underneath your ass, making you moan on his lips. Chris delved his tongue into your mouth to curl around yours before he began backing you somewhere. When your back touched a cold surface, you pulled away and slipped out of his arms.

 That was when you saw it was a magic mirror. “Wow.”

 You and Chris stood there as the mirrors began to move, changing design.

 “Holy shit!”

 Neither you nor Chris could stifle your laugh, hearing Scott and his boyfriend shout out in unison.

 “Did you guys know the mirrors moved?”

 “Nope,” Chris shouted back at them.

 “This is fucking awesome,” Scott exclaimed as the mirrors stopped moving.

 You and Chris continued on your path, searching for your way out of the maze. Every few minutes, the mirrors shifted, making it impossible to remember where you’d come or where you were going. Stopping, you spun around, trying to decide on the way to go. At that moment, you felt Chris’s lips on your neck, nibbling your skin.

 “I can’t think when you do that.”

 “Why do you need to think? We’re alone in here. I’m sure there are other things you can do besides think,” Chris coaxed.

 “Oh, really? Like what?”

 Chris’s hand came around to cup your clothed breast, making you melt against him. You could feel the beginning stirs of his erection pressing into your back.

 “I love you, sweetheart.”

 “I love you.”

 “Little Red Riding Hood liked the big bad wolf, right?”

 You knew very well where this was going. Smirking, you bit your bottom lip.

 “I’m sure in the beginning in the forest, she thought he was okay.”

 “Well, we can call this a forest,” Chris suggested, making you smirk.

 “We could. The mirror forest. Why do you ask Mr. Wolf?”

 Chris groaned by your ear then moved his hand to trail down your body to rest at your pelvis.

 “This wolf is ravenous.”

 If he only knew how hard it was to resist him and how ravenous you were right now too, you thought.

 “Ravenous, you say? How so? You ate not too long ago, Mr. Wolf,” you countered.

 “One taste is never enough. Can you help little red riding hood?”

 Chris then bit your shoulder before dipping his hand under the hem of your too short skirt to make connection with your searing pussy.

 “Fuck!”

 “I told you this costume was trouble.”

 “I was supposed to be wearing it around the house, if you recall. This was your idea,” you hammered home.

 Before he could speak again, you pulled yourself together and dashed off.

 “Tell you what, Mr. Wolf, you’ll have to catch your meal tonight,” you sang before disappearing.

 You giggled as you dashed around corners. If it was one thing Chris enjoyed, it was chasing. When you were sure you’d made enough turns that would elude him, you leisurely strode through the funhouse maze, counting how long it took him.

 “Little Red,” Chris sing-songed. “I can smell you, princess.”

 “What do I smell like?”

 “Mine!”

 Chris’s voice was deep and menacing but in the sexiest way. Once he said it, you heard his footsteps speed and knew he was coming. Running behind corner after corner, you didn’t put much thought into the direction you were going. The exhilaration of the chase had you so excited that you didn’t even see him come from behind one of the corners until it was too late.

 “Little red riding hood.”

 The look in his eyes had your belly fluttering and your panties soaking. Slowly you backed away from him.

 “My, my Mr. Wolf, what great big eyes you have,” you said.

 “All the better to see you and your curves, little red.”

 You smiled and watched him take one step to you, making you take another back that made him slide his tongue across his lips.

 “My, my Mr. Wolf, what a long tongue you have.”

 “All the better to lick you with, little red.”

 He took two more steps to you. You only took one back. Your eyes dropped lower, your attention being drawn to the tent in his pants.

 “Oh my Mr. Wolf, what a big cock you have.”

 Chris smiled widely, eyes locking with yours, giving you that Gemini Flanagan smolder.

 “All the better to fuck you with, little red.”

 Once the words escaped his lips, he pounced on you, lifting you into his arms then pressing your back against one of the mirrors. His lips found yours and took control of a searing, soul-sucking kiss that left you so breathless you were at the point of risking it all.

 “Fuck it,” you grunted out. You could feel Chris smiling on your lips.

 His hands slid down, cupping your ass underneath the red skirt you wore. When you felt his fingers glide against your sex, you whimpered.

 “You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

 You quickly nodded your head, no longer interested in keeping him at bay. You wanted to feel him, and you didn’t want to wait.

 “Fuck me!”

 “Here?”

 “Now!”

 Not needing to be told twice, Chris slipped your panties to the side with one hand and opened the fly of his pants, letting lose what your disloyal body craved. In a matter of seconds, Chris plunged his cock into you, sheathing himself to the hilt. You shrieked out but bit onto his shoulder to stifle the sound as much as you could.

 “You guys all right?”

 Chris didn’t stop thrusting into you; he was too far gone with desire. Locking eyes with you, you knew he wanted you to respond.

 “Yes! Eh-em, yes, we’re—we’re—fine,” you stuttered, trying to keep the pleasure from your voice to keep it even toned.

 It was hard. Your jaw dropped when Chris rotated his hips, sending his cock against your walls. You flung your head back, banging it onto the glass.

 “Fuck, you feel so good, princess. So fucking tight,” Chris hissed out.

 His pace never slowed or wavered. He kept it steady, kindling such a fire within you that you knew you’d be coming in no time.

 “Mmm, you’re gonna make me come, baby,” you hastily whispered.

 “Come on this cock, babygirl. Come for me.”

 The way he said baby girl had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Chris changed your body's angle using the mirror as a stabilizing force as he held you by your thighs at the crock where they met your pelvis. The new angle had you moaning loudly.

 “You love daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

 “Yes, I love daddy’s dick. Don’t stop Chris, don’t stop fucking me.”

 The way his thrusts sped, you knew he was close. He’d been holding out the whole week just as you had. It was hanging on by a thread.

 “You want it?”

 “Yes.”

 “Where?”

 “You know where. Fill me up, baby.”

 Chris’s eyebrow quirked as he looked at you with a question in his eyes.

 “Don’t say--,” Chris began.

 “I want it.”

 That was all the permission he needed. He pulled you up and hugged you to him, then kissed you.

 “I’m gonna put this baby in you. You want it?”

 “Yes, baby, give it to me!”

 Chris’s face contorted, and his thrusts staggered. You clenched around him, making him lose his control. As he groaned and whimpered, you did too.

 “Take this dick baby, take it. Have my baby.”

 “Yes, yes, yes!”

 You felt him erupt within you, and it shook you to your core. Your body shook, and you hugged him close, afraid you’d float away from the height of your ecstasy. After several long moments of the two of you coming down from your shared orgasm, Chris moaned into your ear.

 “My, my Mr. Wolf, what a big load you had.”

 Chris smiled, shook his head, then kissed the tip of your nose. “All the better to knock you up with.”

 The two of you bust out laughing together, completely oblivious to anything else around you. When you quieted, you found Chris’s eyes on you.

 “What’s wrong?”

 “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to crack you all night.”

 You snorted at the pitiful look on his face. “I know, I’m not an idiot, and you’re not as sly as you think you are. I know you’ve been using my weakness this week against me.”

 The smirk he gave you had you rolling your eyes. “I hope you smirk like that when I show you the fruits of your labor,” you teased.

 About five minutes later, you and Chris met Scott and his boyfriend outside, and the four of you walked back to the car ready to call it a night. Once the four of you were in and on your way, Chris grabbed your hand and kissed it.

 “My, my Mr. Wolf, what a big cock you have,” Scott said in a teasing voice, making both yours and Chris’s jaw drop.

 “The better to fuck you with,” Scott’s boyfriend replied, making you and Chris gasp.

 “Oh my god, Scott!”

 “You two are some freaks. In the funhouse?!

 The entire drive home was mortifying as the two of them teased you the whole way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[feral-dumbass]

I Love Playin’ With Fire

Chris Evans/ Female Reader

Summary: As “punishment”, Chris makes you wear a vibrator that he can control with his phone, but not before you can convince him to fuck you first. 

Includes: Cum Play, Panty ripping, Dirty talk, Unprotected Sex, Use of vibrator, Exhibitionism towards the end

Words: 2,632

A/N: Obviously this is RPF smut. If it’s not your cup of tea, I’ll probably be uploading a Bucky fic later today to make up for it. I don’t think I’ll write a lot of RPF, but we’ll see what Evans does and how much of a whore I’ll be for it. Title credit to The Runaways. Tagging my hype men @babybluestan​ and @gagmebucky​

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“You know I was thinking.” Chris strokes his fingers through his beard. An absentminded tick when he’s lost in thought. You glance up from getting ready for the day. You strut toward him, traipsing around in your lavender underwear. You’re hoping Chris will get handsy if you wear a sundress today. 

He’s sitting up in bed, the latest philosophy book face down on the covers in his lap. 

Your eyes travel down to his bare tattooed chest. His already massive bicep thickens as he reaches up to stroke his beard. Okay, maybe you can convince him to stay home on this lazy day with no clothes in sight. You walk over to him and kiss him. His lips are warm and a little wet against your own. A shiver of anticipation runs down your spin. You pull back only a little so your lips lightly brush against his as you speak.

“What were you thinking?” You lower your voice until it hits that soft, sultry tone that drives him mad.

He gets momentarily distracted. Staring at your lips, he pushes the book aside. his chest rumbles as he hums. “I was thinking-” his voice is a sexy deep tone and his pink tongue swipes across his full lower lip “-no underwear for you today.” He must have looked up from his book while you were laying out your daisy sundress.

A grin slowly spreads across your face. “No.” 

“No?” His facial expression morphes into one of shock. Chris didn’t even know that word was in your vocabulary when it came to him. You slip out of his reach as he grabs for you. The pads of his fingertips barely brush the lace of your lavender panties.

“Make me.” You bolt out of the room. The word in Chris’s mouth stops short at the sight. You’re running down the hallway when you hear him scrambling out of bed. The slap of his footsteps echo down the hallway. 

You turn the corner, ready to make him run in circles, when you trip over one of Dodger’s dozens of toys. You don’t know whether to be grateful or disappointed that your fit ass hell husband is here to catch you before you fall on your ass.

 He hefts you against his chest. Your feet barely touch the floor as he carries you to the couch. Images of your knees to your chest, Chris’s heavy strokes make you tremble as they flash through your mind. Your feet plant on the ground and he pushes you over the armrest. Face against the seat cushion and lace covered ass up in the air, You should have known. An ass man at heart, Chris will do anything to get you in this position. 

A heavy hand lands down hard on your ass. You gasp at the sting of his wedding ring. His hands are broad and strong. You’ve learned during your many spankings just how strong he is. More than once you’ve woken up with giant red handprints covering you ass. You’ll feel that one for the rest of the day. He gropes you ass, trying to massage the pain away. You try to buck away from his big hand. Chris hums and digs his thick fingers harder into your ass cheek. You cry out. 

“You had to run away, huh? Couldn’t just be a good girl and say yes, sir.” How can Chris’ voice get deeper? That should be illegal. Your eyes roll back. Pussy throbbing at the sound of his low voice. “And to think, I was gonna let you have my cock before we go to brunch.” His hand leaves your ass finally. You feel the ghost light caress of his fingers against your slit. Your wetness seeping through the thin fabric. He groans, his fingers press harder into your pussy. Labias separating against the lace, he runs his fingers over your entrance to clit and back. “You always this wet for me, horny girl?”

“Y-yes.” You whimper at the dip of his fingertip into your entrance before it’s gone again. 

“Change of plans. That new vibrator you begged for? You’re wearing it the whole day. You think this pretty pussy can handle that or have you taken my cock too many times in the past twenty four hours?” A chill runs down your spine at the thought. Chris using an app that controlled a vibrator in you is in your top fantasies. You two have been fucking non-stop for the past day, you might be ovulating now that you think about it. You guys have to take a break to be adults.You have to get groceries and planned to stop for brunch on the way. Your thoughts are interrupted as Chris traces feathery patterns against you pussy. He can feel your pussy clench down at nothing. Devious bastard circles your entrance. 

“No, I can handle it. P-please.” You arch your back, trying to get Chris to press down harder. His other hand lightly pops your other ass cheek in warning. 

“Of course, you can. That’s why I married you. You’re confident in what you can handle and you have a great ass ” He plasters his chest against your back and kisses your cheek. Crushing you against the couch before he’s back up in a flash.

“Don’t you wanna-” You swallow “Don’t you wanna feel my wet pussy around your fat cock first though?”

Chris chuckles. “Nice try.” 

“C’mon, think about the vibrator nicely fitting in my tight cunt with your cum helping it slide in.”

“Honey, you’re soaking my fingers. I think you’ll be fine.” 

“Please.” You turn your head over your shoulder to look at him. Pouting as you bat your eyelashes. “I want your big dick. Wanna feel your cum leak as you turn the intensity up on the vibrator.” 

His groans, eyes fluttering shut. He takes a few minutes to think about the dilemma. He breathes in through his nose, beefy chest rising, before he lets the air out through his mouth. His eyes a dark shade of his normal blue now. His touch leaves you. Slit aching, you whine. 

“Chris.” Voice wavering in that perfect bratty tone. “Please.” 

“Maybe we should stop at the sex store to get you a gag because I know I just did not hear my good girl not take no for an answer. Gotta admit you got a pretty way with words, baby.” He holds on to the lace right where it's covering your slit. Twists it and pulls, the rip echoes in your brain as you gasp out. He knows the lavender ones are your favorite pair. Your pouting for a different reason now as you glare at him. He rolls his eyes.

“Oh, cut it out. You’re getting my fucking cock.” The intimidating bulge in his boxers teases you, right up against your smeared in wetness slit. He rocks his hips back and forth, just to see you squirm. 

“Please hurry up.” You wiggle against his crotch. His hand pins your lower back into the couch, ceasing your gyrating. Other hand reaching for his boxers. 

“You may be very god damn persistent, but at least, you’re using your manners. That should get you something, right?” Not that you can see, but he pulls out his girthy cock. 

Your pussy easily accepts him. By now, his dick has carved out its place in your channel. If Chris took his eyes off the cute face you make on the first slide and bothered looking down, he would have seen your cunt gaping for him. He lives for the stuttering gasp of his name. It’ll be tough for the vibrator to beat the feel of his cock. He lets a moan slip out. Your cunt spasming at the sound. 

It doesn’t take long for Chris to pick up the pace. Your hip bones running into the edge of the couch at each smack. He should not already have you fisting the couch cushions this early on. You don’t know how he does it. Cock rubbing against the sensitive skin of your channel. You carry the full weight of it. The idea of staying naked and being a cocksleeve for your husband sounds all the more enticing right now. Screw food. You can eat ramen for a couple more days, right? 

“So happy I married this tight pussy. Best choice I’ve ever made.” Chris’ fingers circle around the skin stretched around his cock. Look, he loves your brain. Absolutely loves hearing your thoughts. Would drop anything to hear one of your TED talks on how important representation is in media. However, you’re at your horniest when Chris talks down to you. Like you’re just a hole to fill. One of his personal toys. You clench down just at the thought as his fingers slide through your wetness to your clit. He grinds down on it mercilessly. 

You throw your head back. Elbows leaning on the cushion underneath you. Chris takes this chance to run his fingers through your hair, tugging at the ends. 

“How’s this cock feel, baby?” 

“So big.” His angle is already perfect, but then he’s angling changes. Hips smacking down into your ass. You’re not a very religious person, but you think you catch a glimpse of heaven. It takes a minute for your brain to process that the water droplets falling to the couch are yours. How much more of his dick can you take? He’s literally fucking you to tears. 

“Awe, honey.” He coos as Chris catches a tear on the rough pad of his thumb. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” He licks the tear off his thumb as his thrusts become more erratic. 

His fingers absolutely terrorize your swollen clit when you cum on his cock. Hips trying to buck away from the insurmountable pleasure, you groan into the cushions. Your jaw is gonna hurt when you’re done clenching your teeth. 

At the feel of your tight pussy milking his cock, he taps out. Coming in you for the upteenth time this week. Muscles tense as he fills you to the brim. Some cum already leaking out  around the base of his cock. He distracts himself by groping your ass. Not like that really helps. He finishes cumming before he hauls your body back up. Giant hand wrapped around your upper arm as he quickly guides your doe legs back to the bedroom. 

“You’re still wearing the vibrator today. Don’t think your tight ass got you out of it.” 

“That’s why I married you.” You mock, letting yourself fall back onto the covers of your bed as Chris goes for the dresser. 

“That’s cute. I’m gonna make you cum while you give the clerk my credit card.” He wouldn’t but that’s a hot scenario. The drawer barely snaps shut before he’s grabbing for his phone.

“What are you doing with that?” You ask about his phone as big hands wrap underneath your knees and bring them to your chest. 

“Gotta test the product before I look like a douche in public when the vibrator doesn’t work.”

“Oh, carry on, then. I thought you were gonna film putting the vibrator in me.” Chris blinks as he processes your words. He glances at his phone and back at you, doing a double take. “Maybe next time.” 

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” Chris rubs the back of your thighs, letting you take over holding the back of your knees, before he’s grabbing the thin pink toy. He pauses when he gets a good look at your cunt. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Your pussy is absolutely filthy. Cum covers your puffy entrance and labias. He’s never had this short of a refractory period as blood rushes back to his cock. He runs the widest part of the vibrator through the mess. “God damnit.” He groans, running it back and forth. Your pussy just swallows the bulk of it whole so god damn easy with his cum as lube. The on/off button rests against your mound. Chris can’t help himself. He leans down to lick a stripe up your slit, helping to clean you about it. 

You shout out, still in shock at the feel of his tongue, when the motor rotates within you. Chris’ jaw drops open, his finger still holding the app open at the highest setting. 

“It works.” You finally get to breathe as he slides the vibrations off.

~ 

You’re on edge. You have been since you felt the powerful motor at its worst. Being this turned on all the time has to be bad for your health. 

You haven’t felt anything since then. Thighs tensing everytime Chris picks up his phone to check the fucking weather. Even your sundress is too hot as Chris just sits on the holy grail of control. Nothing. Zip. Nada the whole drive. You should have made him pull over and tear the phone out of his pocket, but time is a bitch. He pulls into the parking lot as you count down from twenty. He parks the car and you pull up your sticky hair in a huff. He notices your ministrations and raises an eyebrow at you, peaking over his sunglasses before he gets out of the car.

Yeah, sure, smug son of a bitch, let’s put a vibrator against your prostate and see how well you can lift an eyebrow. You stew a little less when he opens your car door. 

“What are you thinking about getting?” You stew even less when he opens the front door for you. 

“I don’t- really, Chris?” As soon as you step foot in the restaurant, low vibrations start inside you. A shit eating grin spreads across his face as he lifts his sunglasses onto the top of his head, following you inside. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says right before he asks for a table.

The low vibrations are a lot stronger when you’re seated at the patio. Eyes wide as you zone out. Chris tries to hold in a laugh and fails miserably. 

Turning your attention back to him, you flip him off. He doesn’t even act surprised. His eyes crinkling from grinning so hard, he slides his thumb up on the app controller.

The motor picks up, making you feel more of an intense vibration. “Jesus Christ.” Your hips rock forward and you cross your ankles. “Nope.” Squeezing your legs together makes the vibrator worse. You have to uncross them as you slam your fist on the table, making the silverware jump. “I hate you.” 

“Love you, too, babe.” Cocky bastard leans his head in his hands. Two fingers running over his bottom row of teeth before biting them as his thumb slides even further up. 

Both of your hands move to the edges of the table, knuckles straining against the metal. “I-I’m divorcing you. Fuck.” You grit through your teeth, already feeling close from the thrill of it all.

“Are you gonna wear the same thing to sign the divorce papers ‘cause that sounds kind of hot actually.” He leans back, relaxing. His long legs stretching out into your space. He shouldn’t have any more room to slide his thumb up the screen. How does he have more room to slide his thumb up? The vibrations become even worse. 

You lift a shaky middle finger back up. “Fuck-” you gasp as you cum around the toy “you.” Walls clenching around the toy, the vibrations prolong your orgasm. Heaven or hell. You don’t know. The only thing you do know is that this just became your favorite toy. 

Chris looks at you through his long eyelashes as you try to keep it together. A welcoming cool breeze carries his warm cologne through the air as sweat beads at your temple. 

He’s nice enough to turn down the intensity to the lowest setting as you order. Possible plans of revenge already running through your head.

[chickensarentcheap]

Esme stuff (Tyler centric)

For @tragiclyhip​ who needs a cheer up!

@innerpaperexpertcloud​, @secretaryunpaid​

That’s not a man that’s hungover. That’s a man that was up alllll night with colicky twin boys.   Love you, babe. You’re the best damn husband, baby maker, labour and delivery coach, and daddy hands on daddy any woman could ever ask for.  Thanks for letting me sleep last night!

What in the Ron Jeremy, boom chicka bow wow, seventies porn star hell is going on here?

#justgoingtogetahaircuthesays  #heisnevergoingtherealongEVERAGAIN

Sir, you’re going to have to start wearing long sleeve shirts. At least for a bit. Because I’m ovulating and horny AF and we don’t need another shark biscuit to add to our collection.

Normal pants and underwear? (Those red things are one of only six pairs he owns, BTW).  I guess I can forgive the holes in the shirt.

PS:  He brought out a dad joke when I mentioned the shirt.  His exact words: “It’s Sunday. It’s my holey shirt.”

Mmmmhmmm. 

PPS:  Just so you know, the happy trail leads to wonderful things

Also, how does this man wear his pants so low? And why aren’t they done up?

#borninabarn

OMG. So we are in London.  For a client meet and greet and some fancy ass event neither of us really want to go to.  He messages me from the hotel gym to say ‘meet me in the lobby. we’ll go for lunch’.   So I’m thinking, ‘oh, he’s going to shower and change down there.  Okay’.  I go downstairs and he’s waiting and I notice he is DRENCHED in sweat.  And at first he’s playing it all cool and reserved and making small chit chat and you know what he does? He grabs me and wraps me in this bear hug and let me tell you, he smells RIPE.

Jerk face.

Lucky I love you.

In Europe :) A family trip to as many places as we can fit in.  I wasn’t sure if I should trust him when he said he was taking the boys and himself for hair cuts.  He is so damn lucky...

#favehaircut #heissogettinglaidtonight

A throwback to his lumberjack stage!!  The beard hadn’t really started yet, but still...

Someone is happy to be home.

I may or may not have cried to see him in one piece.   I miss him when he’s gone. I worry.  I can’t help it.

We totally DID NOT have a forty five minute fully clothed make out session like horny high schoolers.

Did you know someone’s voice alone can bring about the Big O? If they’re saying the ‘right’ things? I didn’t.  But I sure found out quick. Look how proud of himself he is.

#HusbandIloveyourface

Forgive me folks. I don’t get to see him in full out mercenary mode (or close to full out.  No blood shed. Or at least real blood. What you see is fake. And used during advanced first aid training) very often and he’s been out in the outback training new guys for a couple of days so I today I ventured out there and found THIS.  Sweet baby Jesus.  F*ck me sideways. Literally.   He’s insanely hot all the time, but THIS?  *fans self off*

Oh, btw honey, we got a bird while you were gone. 

Double date night with my sis and her wifey.  The old fella cleans up nice, doesn’t he?

Surfing lesson day! To be fair, he’s been trying to teach me at least four times a week for about seven years, but I digress.  He has the patience of a saint and he loves sharing his passion with me and appreciates my enthusiasm.

My instructor is totally hawt.  I may have slapped his ass and said “nice bum, where ya from?”

He told me stop objectifying him.

NEVER.

Our dear friend Andy took this and now I think I owe him my first born. Or a kidney.

#holyFACK

[oftenderweapons]

Hard and Mellow – Hoseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.7k

Genre: smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+

Hello everyone! Stopping by to deliver this quick drabble. It’s been a while since I wrote something because sudden inspiration struck me, so I thought I could follow the mood and this came out. 

I’m thanking the best beta reader of this whole galaxy (that I will never thank enough), @joheunsaram​​. Becoming friends has never been as easy as it is with you. Lob U. I also want to thank a very specific Silent Princess. This is all for you, baby. You’re more extraordinary than words will ever say. You’ve been through so much and I’m so proud of you. I hope this will give you a good time, and someplace you can go back to when you want to escape from the real world. I’d be honoured to call you friend. I’ll wait for you in my next life 💜💐

Do NOT open the “read more” if the following topics trigger you: Sir!Hoseok, Sub!reader, multiple orgasms, vibrator, masturbation and oral sex (female receiving), face fucking and hair pulling (male receiving), squirting, cumplay and cream pies, general messiness, cum eating, heavy breast play (slapping, gripping, squeezing, nipple pinching and tugging), exhibitionism, impregnation/breeding kink, heavy dirty talking, biting, mentions of impact play (spanking and whipping with belt), bruising, mention of blacking out.

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Enjoy 💜✨

“Tell me how it feels.”

You simply arched your back and stared deep into his eyes.

“Tell me,” he repeated, curling his fingers and moving the vibrator closer to your clitoris.

“Too good.”

“Too good what?” He teased you.

“Too good, Sir.”

You were barely coherent at this point.

Five orgasms were taking their toll on you. More than that, you had also squirted with the previous two, your body and mind growing increasingly vulnerable.

The fact that he was so clearly going for the sixth, and that he could keep going after that — you knew he could and would — made you grip his hair and shove his face against your crotch.

“So naughty,” he growled with a deep laugh before getting the toy inside you, switching the vibration pattern to a pulsating one that always made you wild for him, his tongue titillating your most sensitive spot with hard, quick flicks.

You tugged at his hair naturally, planting your heels on the mattress before your hips shot up; his hands came to your breasts, gripping them hard before his fingers delivered a sharp, burning slap to your left mound.

He sucked your clit harder, his fingers pinching your nipples while the feeling of the vibrations inside you became way too much for you actually survive his assault.

“Sir, please, stop.”

He hummed and kept going, the growl so deep in his throat that it felt almost minacious.

“Oh, please. No, no, I can’t— Sir!” You screamed, letting sobs fall from your lips just as tears began rolling down the sides of your face.

With a grin in his mouth he kept going, overstimulating you until he felt your release wet his neck and chest.

Nothing pleased him more than feeling you gush for him, over and over.

You could barely believe that the same man who was obsessed with cleanliness and spotless rooms was the same one making you drench the sheets at least once a week — usually with a timing perfectly calculated with the changing of the sheets.

And there was such a deep, bone-melting pleasure in showering while barely alive and falling asleep in his arms with your body brainless, soft and clean against the fresh crisp sheets.

But tonight you were far from that.

You were far from being done.

At least, he was.

He watched your body grow entirely limp underneath him, your eyes closed, your legs shaking as they tried to close, only to surrender to his unfaltering will.

He was hungry.

He was desperate.

He was all things he’d never dared be with anyone else.

He wanted things he never thought he could have.

But now there was you, and even though he was afraid he would lose you to someone who could be reliable in ways he couldn’t, he was ready to tie you down to him in any way he could.

He felt stupid. He felt dumb and reckless and absolutely insane.

He abandoned the slightly sour and salty taste of your cunt, not before lapping at the creamy wetness coating your folds, making them part with a squelching, sticky sound.

He took the vibrator out of you and slipped it into his mouth, eating and licking and sucking at all the sweet release he’d coaxed out of you before letting it rest on the sheets — they were messed up already anyway.

He silently grabbed your ankles and dragged you all the way to the edge of the bed, your body still too tired for you to actively notice anything but the friction of the cotton burning against the bruising skin of your ass and the back of your thighs.

You barely remembered if it had been his hand or the belt — it was a remote memory. Maybe two or three hours ago.

Too much had happened to your body for you to hold on to such fickle facts.

“On your knees. Now.” His order was stark and cold, getting a piercing, squeaking whimper out of you, your legs dangling from the bed before he settled behind you, his thin and strong arms shaping you into the position he required you to be.

You were now sitting close to the edge of the bed, your legs bent underneath you as you finally found enough strength to cooperate.

With your back to his front, straddling him, you felt his throbbing cock against your core, lifting your hips just enough for him to place his tip against your entrance and slide inside once you gave in to the firm, hot fullness of him.

“Yes, my love. Ride it,” his voice came from over your shoulder, one hand coming down to your clit, already looking for one more orgasm, his other palm cupping your heavy breast, bouncing with the needy rise and fall of your hips and with your heavy breathing. Your nipples felt too delicate, too sensitive.

You cried out loudly and shamelessly once he pinched one, tugging at it before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger in a poor attempt at soothing your skin.

His breath was too cold against your sweaty skin.

He managed to bite your shoulder, sucking briefly at the curve of your neck before you felt his rough voice.

“I wish I could fuck you like this on a stage. Show everyone how good I am to you.” He slapped your breast once more before he started meeting your thrusts. “Show them how I make you cum. How I make you squirt all over me.” He bit and growled as he felt you get tighter. “I’m gonna show all of them how my sweet, delicate strawberry turns into the loveliest cumslut for this cock.”

You shook your head and cried out, imagining a thick crowd in front of you, watching in silence, waiting for your orgasm like football supporters wait for a goal, ready to cheer.

“My sweet strawberry. Bet no one can get you half as dirty…” He chuckled. “Such a  cute little fuckdoll. Aren’t you hungry for my cum? Don’t you wanna be filled up?”

You sobbed and nodded.

“Say it with your words, Giggles.”

“Sir, please,” you managed to squeal before both his hands grabbed your breasts.

“Please what?”

“I want your cum. I need your cum. I’m empty and cold without it.”

He felt pleasure grow almost too much, ready to overthrow him.

“That’s right. You’re only mine to fill up.” He tortured your nipples some more. “Aren’t you eager to be bred, like an expensive fine pet?”

“Please, gimme babies. I’m your pet. I’m only yours to be filled up, please Sir.” You felt more tears roll down your cheeks.

“That’s right. But this won’t work.” He murmured, helping you on all fours before grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back, making your whole torso collapse onto the bed, your face meeting the spot where his cock was laying earlier as he ate you out. You could tell by the heavy scent of his sex.

“This is the right position for you to get all those babies. They’re gonna stay deep inside. Like this.” He said, driving his cock all the way inside you, humming at the increased depth and tightness.

“It would be so fun to let everyone see how we make babies, don’t you think? Almost a shame we didn’t film this.”

His giggles were evil and taunting, “I’m gonna cum. Would you like to, Giggles?”

You nodded and immediately felt his hand between your legs, touching you with expertise.

“You’ll get so round and soft. It’ll be so lovely.” Hoseok was reaching the very edge. “Everyone will know you’re getting fucked to be bred.” He bent down, closing his eyes and breathing deeper to control himself. “Being too horny when you’re ovulating, walking around the house in nothing but an oversized shirt.” He slapped your ass once, twice, three times, trying to last at least one more minute. “You’re really begging me to put a baby inside you.”

“Please, it’s all I want, please, Hoseok!”

“Such a good girl. You earned my cum so well, my sweet berry,” he managed to coo before he gave irregular, violent strokes.

“Oh, please!”

He lost himself once you squeezed him as tight as you could, forcing him to spill all his cum inside you, the hot spurts shooting against your oversensitive inner walls while his mouth opened wide, letting a few seconds go by before he actually managed to make a sound.  

He rammed inside you with animalistic force, fucking his cum deeper inside you, letting your tight cunt milk him until his balls didn’t feel heavy and uncomfortable anymore.

His sweaty forehead hit your nape, but you barely registered that. Pleasure crested and your body became numb to everything, finally giving in to exhaustion as your vision blacked out.

You didn’t know how long it had been when you managed to come back to reality; Hoseok was quiet behind you, your bodies now resting on your sides.

“Giggles,” he called gently.

You hummed and nodded.

“Are you doing okay, honey?” His voice was raw and concerned.

“I’m okay. Tired.”

He kissed your shoulder, where he could spot a bite mark darkening. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. On a second thought, you changed your mind. “Stay inside,” you whispered.

He did as you told him.

“I really want kids, Hobi.” Your voice was shaking and fatigued after all the heavy breathing and crying and screaming.

“We’ll have as many as you want,�� he replied, drawing a line of kisses. “Whenever we’re ready.”

You nodded and scooted further back into him.

“You’ll be so beautiful, with a big round belly, glowing in happiness.” His hands caressed your body reverently. “You’ll be so sweet, breastfeeding our child on a rocking chair. And you’ll be the best at lullabies. Your voice is so nice and soothing,” he was getting emotional. “You’ll make the prettiest, gentlest of babies.”

You caught his hands in yours. “And you’ll spoil them rotten.”

“How can I say no to a mini-you?” He took in your scent, the smell of him and you and sex so deeply interwoven with every fibre of your being. “I hope they look like you.”

You tried to cuddle him as you heard him sniffle. “You’ll be the best dad in the universe.”

He gave a small laugh. “For now I’ll focus on the idea of getting all them babies inside you.”

You chuckled and wiggled your hips against him, squeezing around his half soft cock. “I second that.”

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Chess Not Checkers

Summary: King Liam and Queen Kendall finally have a meeting with Bradshaw and Isabella to discuss the betrothal treaty.

A/N: The final part of this Fracture trilogy, and probably my favorite one to write. Who knows what the writers have planned for Auvernal’s hostile takeover of Cordonia, but I’m not letting that shit fly not another damn second. As always, thanks for reading and enjoy!

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“Do not wear a blue tie!” Liam hears his wife yell from their walk-in closet.

Liam drops the tie in his hand and steps away from it, suddenly suspicious. “Why not? Is something wrong with them?

Moments pass and Kendall walks back into their bedroom, slipping on a pair of heels. “Nothing is wrong with your ties. But the color blue brings out your eyes, and we aren’t going for a warm and friendly aura. Wear red. You’ll look bold and commanding.”

Today is the day for their meeting with Bradshaw and Isabella. For the past week, he, Kendall and their group of close friends have been talking and going over plans to get Eleanor out of her betrothal to Bradshaw and Isabella’s son. While Olivia wanted to ambush them and have them killed as soon as they stepped foot in Cordonia, Kendall wanted to be as quick and civil as possible. While she isn’t above starting an international war, she doesn’t want that to be her first option.

Liam decided to step back on this and let Kendall take the lead when it came to dealing with Auvernal. He’s willing to intervene if the need arose, but for now, he is perfectly content with just silently supporting his queen. She has a solid plan of attack, and he’s excited to see everything play out.

“Red it is.”

Kendall finishes putting on her lipstick and drops the tube onto her nightstand, as Liam puts on a deep red tie. He slips on his jacket to complete the look, checking the pockets a few times, and the couple walks out of their private quarters, headed to Liam’s study, a guard a few steps behind, watching from a safe distance. Kendall demanded that they get better security, so they are currently in the process of testing out a few ex-military men and women.

Bastien greets them at the door to the study with a quick bow. “Your Majesties.”

“Hello Bastien. I take it our guests have settled in?” Liam asks.

“Yes, they’ve been in here for about 10 minutes.”

“And they haven’t caused any trouble right?”

Bastien shrugs. “They’re about as well behaved as we can expect them to be. No red flags, sir.”

“Very well.” Liam squeezes his wife’s hand, and she squeezes back. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Bastien steps aside and lets them in. Bradshaw and Isabella are there, Isabella checking her nails, a bored expression on her face, Bradshaw standing at the bar cart, sipping on a glass of scotch. Liam bites down on his tongue in order to prevent himself from berating Bradshaw and calling him a tacky piece of shit for taking it upon himself to get a drink.

Kendall squeezes his hand once more before dropping it. “Bradshaw, Isabella! How was your flight here?”

“Nice. Thanks for sending your jet to get us.”

“No problem.”

“I will say your security detail is extremely...thorough,” Bradshaw continues. “They took all of my wife’s jewelry, all of our electronics. I couldn’t even keep my lucky handkerchief.”

“It’s a new security protocol,” Liam says. “This palace has been through...trying times recently, so we decided to take the necessary precautions. Surely you two understand.”

“Of course!” Isabella says brightly, trying to keep things as light as possible. She looks Kendall up and down, silently appraising the new mother. Kendall looks good, with her dewy skin, long brown hair drawn into a low ponytail and simple black dress. “Kendall, you look amazing! I could barely get out of bed for the first month after having my twins and I looked like a whale, but you’re glowing.”

“Thank you, Queen Isabella.”

“Yeah, you’d think after such a...traumatic birthing experience, you’d be lying low,” Bradshaw adds. “You must be made of steel.”

If the mention of her labor brought up any sort of emotion, Kendall refuses to show it. Liam studies her, and she remains absolutely calm, as if she didn’t hear Bradshaw at all.

“I’m from New York,” Kendall says with a shrug. “We’re tough people. Resilient.”

“I can see.”

“Why don’t we all have a seat?” Liam suggests. “There’s a lot that we have to talk about.”

“First and foremost, congrats on the little bundle of joy!” Isabella says excitedly. “Boy or girl?”

“Girl,” Liam confirms. “Named Eleanor after my late mother.” Isabella coos.

“A little princess! A future queen.” Bradshaw nods approvingly. “Congratulations.”

“Where is the princess?” Isabella asks. “We’d love to officially meet her.”

“She’s with her grandmother right now,” Kendall says. “And she’s only two weeks old, so she’s not accepting visitors at the moment.”

Isabella falters a bit but she quickly recovers. Kendall can tell she wasn’t expecting that as a response. “Very well. I guess we’ll have to meet her at another time.”

“When the rest of the world meets her at her anointing ceremony,” Kendall says, her tone short. “And not a moment sooner.”

“Now, now, Queen Kendall, simmer down,” Bradshaw starts. “You’re mighty tense for someone who’s practically family at this point.”

Kendall reels back, mostly in shock that Bradshaw had the audacity to get so familiar with her. Who the fuck does he think he is?

“The condescending orders may work for you and your marriage, King Bradshaw, but please never again make the foolish mistake of telling my wife what to do, especially in our home,” Liam warns, his jaw getting tense. “And thank you for bringing up this marriage alliance, because it’s the perfect segue.”

“When should we make the announcement?” Isabella asks. “I was thinking we could host a small gathering first, just so the kids get acquainted with each other first. I’m sure Isaac and Lyra will absolutely adore Eleanor.”

“That won’t be happening,” Kendall says with a shake of her head. “But speaking of Isaac and Lyra, I found out some wonderful information not too long ago.” Kendall sits back in her seat, beaming. “You two are married in name only.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me loud and clear, and it’s a pretty straightforward concept to grasp. Bradshaw needed a wife, Isabella was a gold digger and just cunning enough to get what she wanted. Match made in Hell if you ask me. You guys both have people on the side, and you live separate lives.”

Bradshaw is visibly flustered, but after a few tense seconds, he chuckles. “With all due respect, our marriage is none of your concern. And that had nothing to do with our children.”

“Oh, but it is and it does,” Kendall says. “Bradshaw, you don’t appreciate the art of storytelling. I’m building to my point. You guys are married on paper only. Which is fine, live how you want to live. But on my maternity leave, I’ve been doing a lot of reading. And I’ve been particularly fond of Auvernese history and inheritance laws.”

“What about it?”

“Six hundred years ago, your ancestor, King Marshall, married a woman named Catherine. He was still the Crown Prince at the time, they were young and in love. Sounds simple enough, but Catherine had been previously married, and that marriage produced a son, Harold. This was quite a scandal, for multiple reasons. But Marshall and Catherine wanted to be married. Marshall’s parents were against it, no way the heir could marry a divorcee, with a child. But Marshall persisted. After a long standoff, the then king Erik relented, but on one condition. He put it in writing that under no circumstances could a non-blood relative receive land or titles through royalty, and heirs were only legitimate if they were conceived within the marriage. The monarchy was to flow solely through the bloodline, come Hell or high water. Marshall accepted, and the amendment was added to your country’s Constitution, a document that can only be added to, never taken away from. It’s a harsh, strict law, and many people have fought it, but your country’s Supreme Court has never overturned it, nor has the European Court of Human Rights. Anyway, Marshall married Catherine, and they lived happily ever after, having 3 children of their own.”

“Now that I’m done with my history lesson, I’m sure you’re wondering what my point is,” Kendall continues. Her eyes flicker over to Isabella, who’s glaring daggers at her. “You want to tell him, or should I?”

Bradshaw looks between the two women, “Tell me what?”

“That your treaty mandates that the Crown Prince or Princess of Cordonia, child to King Liam and Queen Kendall, is to marry Prince Isaac, or Princess Lyra of Aurvernal, child of King Bradshaw and Queen Isabella, thereby uniting the two countries. Those are the exact words, your words. But Bradshaw, the problem with that is, you don’t have any children.”

“Excuse me?”

“Bradshaw, don’t listen to a word this woman says,” Isabella orders.

Kendall rolls her eyes at the demand. “Bella over here, was very reckless and wasn’t cautious of her ovulation cycle or taking precautions, because she didn’t get pregnant with your children. The twins belong to someone else. I did a little digging, and voila!” Kendall moves her arms dramatically, the boisterous New Yorker coming out. “I found the truth.”

The silence in the office is so thick, it threatens to stifle everyone.

“I don’t believe you,” Bradshaw says.

“I don’t care. Notice how your wife hasn’t jumped in to defend herself or deny my allegations.”

Bradshaw turns to Isabella, his glare so cold, it could’ve frozen her on the spot. “She’s lying, right?” She doesn’t say anything in response and he bangs his fist on the table in front of him, making her jump. “RIGHT?!”

“Bradshaw, I’m sorry. They’re still yours in–”

“I don’t want to hear another word from you!” It’s one thing to cheat. Bradshaw doesn’t care about that. But his wife’s recklessness could crumble the monarchy.

“She could’ve gotten away with it, because those children are a spitting image of their mother, it’s almost scary. No one would bat an eyelash or ask questions.” Kendall thinks back to the spy mission Olivia completed last week, a trip to the hospital the twins were born at. This information came about after she knocked out a few guards and scoured the family’s medical records records. “But it’s simple biology. A woman with type A blood, and a man with type AB blood cannot produce two children with type O. Now, as for the true, biological father, that is something I don’t know, but Isabella is currently sleeping with her personal bodyguard so it may be him.”

Liam waits on bated breath as he watches the exchange. Bradshaw’s face is beet red, and Liam is on guard, defensive just in case the other king decides to do something stupid. 

“So you see, Eleanor isn’t going to be marrying your son, ever. Or your daughter.”

Bradshaw dismisses Kendall’s words with a hand wave. He’s not letting go so easily. “I signed their birth certificate, I am their father. Your husband signed a treaty, whether you like it or not. And the fact that you just admitted to breaking countless laws with your little espionage scheme is grounds enough to get you into a lot of trouble.”

“Prove it,” Kendall challenges. “Prove that I had someone access those records, and that I’ve been collecting intel. I’m already done so you didn’t catch me red handed, and there’s no proof of my admission. The two of you were thoroughly searched and stripped of any cell phones, recorders, and cameras. Our guards have 24/7 security footage in this office, so on the off chance you were able to get in here with any of the aforementioned items, you would’ve been caught planting them before this meeting began. And besides, you push this issue any further, I will demand a paternity test on the world stage, and then all eyes will be on us. You’d rather die than publicly admit your wife cheated on you and someone else fathered those children.”

“I’ll have children with Bradshaw, easily,” Isabella says quickly. “Problem solved.”

Kendall grimaces sarcastically. “You specifically named Isaac and Lyra in the treaty. Had you not done that, your plan could’ve worked. Nice try though, and kudos for the quick thinking.”

Bradshaw glares at Kendall and then stands. Clenching his fist, he tries to breathe, to calm down. “You insolent, little girl. You think because you’ve read a few history books that you’re so smart and you can play politics? You think you can blackmail or extort me?” He scoffs before turning to Liam. “I know she gets your dick wet every once in a while, but you’re letting your commoner wife dictate you and shape international diplomacy?”

Liam’s nostrils flare but before he can reach across the table to attack Bradshaw, Kendall’s places a comforting hand on his shoulder, signaling for him to remain seated. There’s no need for violence when they clearly have the upper hand.

“I don’t think I’m smart. My bachelors degree from Brown in Policy Analysis and my Master’s from Columbia speak volumes all by themselves. There’s no need for vulgarity and petty insults because you aren’t intelligent or mature enough to comport yourself professionally.”

“I figured you wouldn’t back down after the whole paternity fiasco, and that’s fine.” Kendall shrugs with nonchalance. “We can involve the United Nations and the International Law Commission, and have them review that treaty if that’s what you want. But when I get in front of an audience and turn on the waterworks, crying about how my unborn daughter and I nearly died in the middle of a hostage situation, and instead of helping though you had the means to do so, you strong-armed my husband into signing a sham treaty, I don’t think that’ll go over too well for you.”

“It’s politics,” Bradshaw snarls. “You got bested.”

“No, it was a shitty coercion attempt. And a direct violation of Article 51 of the Vienna Convention Treaty, something your ancestors signed.”

“You don’t want to go down this road with me, with Auvernal,” Bradshaw continues, his eyes getting black as coal. “We want to be adults about this alliance, but please don’t force my hand. We can either be a powerful ally or a dangerous enemy.”

“You’ve been not-so-subtly hinting at war or a hostile occupation of Cordonia for over a year, and we’re not afraid of it. Like I’ve told my husband, I am not afraid of war. In this case, I’d welcome it gladly..”

“Ooh, such big fighting words.”

“Bradshaw, stop it!” Isabella hisses. He was always one for threats and brute force, when it wasn’t necessary.

“Shut up, you traitorous whore.” Bradshaw keeps his eyes on Kendall. He raises an eyebrow in challenge. “Well, the choice is yours. Excuse me, the choice belongs to the monarch. I keep forgetting who is who, considering your husband lets you wear the pants in this relationship.”

Liam sighs. Bradshaw wants to get a rise out of him for some reason, and it’s almost amusing. 

He gets out of his seat and starts walking around the office. His movements are poised and he glides across the room, until he’s standing where Bradshaw is. “Unlike you, Bradshaw, I actually respect my wife. She’s strong and intelligent, and she has my full support in whatever we do. Your attempts to belittle her for being my queen consort are weak and baseless. And because she doesn’t want me to react, I won’t.” 

“Of course not.” Bradshaw smirks. “Oh, King Liam the Gentle Hearted. You’ve always been the weakling, the coward. Too afraid to actually do something, opting to always play it safe. Tell me, how’s that working out for you? For your people? All the bombings and assassination attempts? How’d that work out for your precious daddy, Constan–”

Bradshaw can’t finish the question because in a flash, Liam pulls a dagger out of his suit pocket and trains it at Bradshaw’s throat, the tip of the blade just barely touching his Adam’s apple.

“Ohmygod!” The words fly out of Isabella’s mouth so fast, she stumbles over them. Liam motions for her to stay calm and seated.

“What was that?” Liam asks. “Please continue to speak on my late father, I dare you. Go on, I want to hear what you were about to say about him.” Bradshaw stays silent, his eyes trained on the dagger. “Eyes on me, Bradshaw.” Liam hits Bradshaw under the chin, forcing the other man to look him in the eye.

“I am so sick and tired of people mistaking my kindness for weakness. I try to be a good leader. Thoughtful and compassionate. I just don’t want my people to fear me, to cower in my presence. It’s so easy to rule like you do, through fear and intimidation. That’s the true cowardice. And yes, I am a kind man, but don’t ever in your poor excuse for a life attempt to write me off as weak or cowardice. The Queen was correct, you do not scare us in the slightest. You’re nothing more than a little man with a Napoleon complex and a need to overcompensate for your own shortcomings, with a wife who honestly couldn't care less if you live or die. Your country is broke and falling apart at the seams because all of your resources go to an oversized military and flashy attractions, so you bulldoze your way into other territories to offset the damage, but hear me well when I say Cordonia will not be one of them.”

Kendall’s breath hitches in her throat at the unexpected action. Liam pulling a dagger - no doubt a gift from Olivia - on Bradshaw wasn’t part of their plan. But she wants to see where this goes, what his next move is. She’s known Liam to get upset before, but this is something new, this tense, tight-lidded rage. Where Bradshaw is one to puff out his chest, yell, and make threats in order to cause confusion and chaos, Liam moves like a ninja, swift, direct, and lethal.

“You want a war? We can go, in an instant. This country may be small and peaceful, but we descend from strong leaders and brave warriors. And be advised, that I’ve been through a lot this past year, and I have a lot of rage inside of me. Keep poking the bear, Bradshaw, and I will not stop until I personally kill you with my bare hands. I will not rest until I witness the life leave your eyes, and your country is nothing more than ashes and rubble. Just say the word, and it’ll be a done deal.”

“Don’t forget, darling,” Kendall stands to join her husband, but she keeps a watchful eye on Isabella. But the woman is practically frozen in fear, not an imminent threat in the slightest, “that if we go to war, it won’t be just Cordonia and Auvernal. It’ll be Auvernal and the small countries that they’ve seized against Cordonia and her allies. Greece, Italy, Spain, the United Kingdom, Australia, and my home country, the United States.”

“Oh right! Silly me, how could I forget? Thanks for the reminder, my love. So Bradshaw, Isabella, how about we forget the whole alliance and treaty fiasco, right here, right now. Or we can go to war.” Liam shrugs and presses the blade deeper, still careful not to break the skin. “Or how about I end this right now, slit your throat, and let you die a slow death, bleeding from your jugular and choking on your own blood. I don’t want to do that, because it’ll stain my very expensive floors, but I will. The choice is yours.”

“We withdraw!” Isabella exclaims, finally standing. “We’ll forget the whole thing, we’ll call it all off! Just put the weapon down, please!”

“Isabella, didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”

Liam tsks. “Listen to your wife, Bradshaw.”

“Bradshaw, are you truly prepared to die here?” Isabella asks. “Is all of this worth it? Put your foolish pride aside for once in your damn life! It’s over.”

Bradshaw looks Liam in the eye, knowing that the other king isn’t bluffing. Slowly, he raises his hands in the air. “We concede.”

“Good. That wasn’t so hard was it?” Liam lowers his dagger and Bradshaw releases a sigh of relief. “But just one more thing.”

“What?”

Liam extends his arm, the dagger slashing out and quickly plunging into Bradshaw’s side. Shouting in pain, Bradshaw falls to his knees. “I may not kill you for your disrespect towards my wife, holding her life over my head, and threatening war against me, but I can’t let you leave unscathed. But fear not, it’s a minor wound and I didn’t hit any arteries, because unlike you, I’m a skilled fighter and I know what I’m doing.”

Isabella jumps out of her seat, and rushes to Bradshaw's side, pressing into the wound to stop the bleeding.

Kendall takes in the scene. She didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for the pathetic man-child writhing in pain on the floor, or his wife for that matter. Had Liam killed him where he stood, she probably would have have batted a mascara-covered eyelash. “Bastien!”

At the urgent calling of his name, the King’s guard enters the office. His eyes immediately fall onto Liam and Kendall, before taking in Bradshaw and Isabella. “Is everything alright in here, Your Majesties?”

“Excellent!” Kendall exclaims. “We’re actually done here, so if you could see to it that Bradshaw gets that nasty wound patched up and send the happy couple on their way, that’d be great.”

Bastien nods. “Of course.”

“Thank you. Bradshaw, Isabella, it was a pleasure having this meeting with you, and our attorneys will be in contact soon.” Kendall reaches for Liam’s hand. “Ready to go?”

“Ready.”

~v~

Liam’s feet dig into the soft carpeted floor of his bedroom as he walks into the en-suite. His eyes immediately land on his wife, who’s in their marble tub, covered in bubbles, sipping out of a bottle of Dom Perignon.

“Slow down, Speed Racer,” he teases.

“Eleanor doesn’t need to get fed for a few more hours, and I think I deserve this champagne.”

“I couldn’t agree more. I just don’t want you to get a headache.”

“I’ll drink a few glasses of water before I go to sleep.” Kendall holds the bottle out to Liam, offering him some, but he declines. So she just sits it on the floor. “Is Nori asleep?”

“She is. I swear, she’s the most alert and stubborn newborn on earth. She did not go down easily.”

“You’re already being bested by our daughter?”

“I know you two have been conspiring against me while she was still in the womb.” Liam smiles softly. “But I am still the champion, she eventually settled.”

“Good.”

“Enjoying your bath?”

“Yes. Can I sleep in here tonight?”

Liam chuckles. “Your skin will get incredibly dry and wrinkly.”

“I’m sure that’s nothing a few spa treatments and some heavy duty shea butter can’t fix.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted,” Kendall answers with a dramatic sigh. The day was long and she’s been running on pure adrenaline, it’s easy to forget she did push out a human just two short weeks ago, under very extreme circumstances. “And sore. I never want to wear heels again.”

Liam crouches down, getting on his knees at the edge of the tub. Reaching in he grabs one of Kendall’s feet and pulls it out of the water. Carefully he presses his thumb into the arch.

“Mhmm. I always forget that you moonlight as a masseuse.”

“Only for you.”

“It better be,” Kendall shoots back with a smirk.

“After the day we’ve had, I say you’ve more than earned a foot massage.”

“Ugh.” Kendall slips further into the tub before resurfacing. “I cannot stand those smug, overbearing assholes. Thank God we’re done with them.”

“Do you really think we’ve seen the last of them?”

“You probably pissed Bradshaw off when you stabbed him,” Kendall says pointedly, the mischievous look on her face betraying the seriousness in her tone. “But I do. They’re underhanded and sneaky, the threat of us exposing them publicly and involving superpower countries is enough to stave them off. But like we both said, war is on the table if push comes to shove.”

“Can I just say that you were absolutely amazing today.” Liam can’t get rid of the goofy grin on his face if he tries. He’s in awe of his wife, of her wit and strength.

Liam switches feet and she sighs in content. “Yes, please sing my praises.”

“I cannot believe how courageous you were, how absolutely brilliant. I’ve never seen anyone able to stand up to Bradshaw the way you did.”

“The same could be said for you. You were ready to kill him then and there. By the way, I was not anticipating that at all, but you had them scared shitless.

“The only reason I was able to do that is because I knew I had you in my corner the entire time.”

“I’ll always be in your corner, Liam.”

“I know, and I need to trust that. But all praise aside, I should have never put you in this position to begin with you. You should be spending this time relaxing and being with our baby, not getting involved in dirty politics.”

“Stop it!” Kendall wrangles her foot out of Liam’s grasps, and hits him in the chest with it. Liam looks down at the sudsy print on his chest incredulously. 

“Did you really just hit me with your foot?”

“Yes!” He’s going down that slippery slope of insecurity and self loathing. “I’m the Queen, I know my job will never be done. This past week has been stressful, yes, but it has not taken away from my maternity leave or my time with Eleanor. I can multitask, you know.”

“I know, I just wish you didn’t have to be burdened with the weight of the crown at a time like this.”

“Stop apologizing,” Kendall orders. “I’ve forgiven you and it’s all in the past now. I don’t want to hear another word about it.”

The corner of Liam’s mouth quirks up, a hint of a smirk on his face. He loves his wife’s commanding side. He leans over the tub so he’s hovering above her. “As you command, my queen.”

“The Queen also commands a kiss.”

“That can be arranged.” Liam surges forward, one hand reaching out to cup his wife’s cheek, the other getting tangled in her now damp hair and captures her lips in a kiss.

Kendall hums in satisfaction and sits up to deepen the kiss. Water sloshes out the side of the tub, soaking Liam’s pajama bottoms, but neither of them care. Her hands travel to his back, pulling him closer.

Too soon for either of their liking, Liam breaks the kiss with a groan. “4 more weeks. That is a depressingly long time from now.”

“Do you have the willpower?”

“I don’t know, but let’s not test it and disobey doctor’s orders.” Liam kisses the tip of her nose. “As soon as you’re cleared, I’m taking you to Valtoria, and we’re going to spend a few days in the small cottage you had built on the property. And I’m not letting you come up for air.”

A chill runs down the length of her spine. “Mhmm, don’t threaten me with a good time, Rys.”

“Oh, it’s not a threat, it’s a promise.” Liam reaches back into the tub and pulls the drain. He grabs a large towel and unfolds it. “Now come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Liam helps his wife out of the tub and drapes the towel across her shoulders. She shivers dramatically, her teeth clicking together for added effect. He knows she’s putting on a show, but he curls her into his side, which is what she wanted.

After changing into the closest pair of pajamas she can find—really just a pair of Liam’s sweats and an old Knicks t-shirt—and peaking into the bassinet at their bedside, Kendall finally collapses onto their bed. Liam joins her, loosely slinging his arm around her midsection. The smell of whatever fruity bubble bath she was just using invades his senses, but he welcomes the scent, his eyes closing instinctively. Kendall smells like home to him.

Kendall turns around in order to look at her husband’s face. For the first time in a long time, he looks peaceful. The outcome of the day instantly took 5 years off of his appearance, and she’s glad. She hates that he carries so much stress with him at all times. 

“Hey Liam,” she whispers, poking his arm.

“What is it?” He asks, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“I love you.”

That gets a smile out of him. His grip on her tightens slightly. “I love you more.”

“I love you infinity.”

“I love you infinity plus another infinity, for good measure,” Liam shoots back.

“One of these days, I’m going to win.”

“But not today. Now get some sleep.”

Kendall gets closer to Liam, until she’s practically on top of him. His heartbeat is slow and steady underneath her head, and the rhythmic thump slowly pulls her into unconsciousness.

Today was a victory. Sure the kingdom of Cordonia had other things to face, but Kendall takes comfort in knowing that she’ll face them with Liam, as a team. The two of them together are unstoppable.

Today was officially the start of their happily ever after.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

Devoted 2

part 6

Overall warning/s: kinkier smut (eg. voyeurism, exhibition, etc.) character death, dark themes

TRIGGER WARNING: dubious consent & possible drug use

Just how devoted is Jaehyun to you?

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“So you’re trying to get pregnant, Ms. [L/N]?” Dr. Ahn asks after pleasantries, going through your chart as she sits beside you. She’s been your gynecologist since you were a teenager; she was nice and funny, kept you comfortable throughout your appointments, she spoke to you like a wise friend instead of a condescending adult.

“Yes. My fiance and I would like to have kids soon.” You fold your hands over your lap after smoothing out your gownie. 

“Oh, congratulations! Well, according to your cycle, you’ll be ovulating in a week. If you had unprotected sex recently, you can get pregnant since sperm can live in the vagina for up to 5 days.”

“This early? I thought it would take months.”

Dr. Ahn shrugs her shoulders, “Yes, but you seem to have a very active sex life, Ms. [L/N]. If you think it’s too early for you to get pregnant, I suggest you switch to pills or use a condom; or just abstain from sex for a few days just to let your body adjust to the sudden change, but you’ll have a higher chance of getting pregnant with than an IUD. I can prescribe some pills later after we get this Mirena out - if you still want to remove it.”

“Oh...” You hesitated, “Is it better to have it taken out when we’re trying for a baby immediately?”

She nods, “If you’re worried about getting pregnant before the big day and having a swollen belly, I’d suggest we keep the IUD in. But it’s all up to you, Ms. [L/N].”

You were right about your colleagues throwing you a farewell party; giggling a bit as you finish your small speech of gratitude with a toast to top off the night. Your boss coordinated everything - much to your surprise. He always seemed strict during work hours; drowning in paperwork and phone calls when he’s not overseeing projects.

“[Y/N], you’ve made so many projects under the company, I’d like to have them compiled under one major portfolio for you. Consider it a token of appreciation from us.” Your boss raised his glass of champagne at you.

“Oh, sir, you don’t have to.”

“Too late, dear, it’s already in production and has been paid for. We’ll have it delivered to you.”

“Thank you, sir. But we might be moving soon, I’ll send the new address once we move.”

“Alright. Congratulations again, [Y/N].”

He moves away from you, and you’re willing to bet he’s slowly making his way back into his own office because he’s a serial workaholic, more than Sicheng and Jaehyun combined.

Kyungwon had hooked her arm around yours by the time your (former) boss had left and she nuzzles the side of your head, “I miss you already!”

“Kyung, we’re still working on a project together.”

She whines, making it obvious she’s drank more than she could handle, “Your last project! After that, I’ll be all alone until you steal me away.”

You hush her, although you’re laughing at her words, “Shh, okay, no one knows I’m starting my own company; let alone taking you away. I have to wait until I actually start it before I can hire you.”

Kyungwon nuzzles the side of your head while clinking your glass at the same time, “‘till the day comes!”

She murmurs about needing help to the ladies’ room and you sling her arm around you to haul to the bathroom. When she’s in her cubicle, you enter the adjacent one to take care of your own business.

“It’s sad that [Y/N] is leaving.” You hear a female coworker say after the distinct sound of the door swinging open and close.

This makes you blush; flattered by their sentiments on your resignation.

“I know! Jeongin from the accounting said the other guys will be re-hired now that she’s gone.”

This, however, makes your brows arch in confusion.

“Ugh, they shouldn’t be re-hired. They’re sleazy and misogynists!” Another woman grumbles, “Maybe if I had a powerful fiance like [Y/N], then maybe every other sexual predator in this company gets booted.”

You swing the cubicle door open and your co-workers jumped at the sudden action. They’re blushing, hands frozen on their faces as they were trying to powder themselves. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop! But… what are you guys talking about?”

Your co-workers, Jihyo and Nayoung, share a look with one another. Jihyo cocks her head at you, “Wait, didn’t you request Choi Jinho and the others to be transferred for being… inappropriate?”

“Choi Jinho?” You repeat. You remember him; he left last year all of a sudden. He was very affectionate and quite flirty, he liked to throw his arms around everyone - including you. “No. I was shocked when he left. He was one of the most sought after architects in the company.”

Nayoung scoffed, “Yeah, but he’s a serial molester. Rumor has it that it was your fiance that had him pulled out of the company.”

You blinked at them; it was highly possible that it was Jaehyun’s doing, but how did he even know? You never talked about Jinho at all to him. “N-no… I don’t know anything about that.”

“Well,” Jihyo shrugs her shoulders, “They’re all coming back since you’re leaving.  Whether or not your fiance had anything to do about it, it sounds awfully coincidental, doesn’t it?”

It does sound coincidental, but given Jaehyun’s power and personality, he probably did do something about the sudden resignations and transfers of your former male co-workers.

“Regardless, we really are going to miss you, [Y/N]. Us women in the company felt a lot safer when you started working here, I just wish our boss wouldn’t re-hire those jerks.” Nayoung offers you a sad smile before stuffing her cushion back into her purse.

“Fear not!” Kyungwon kicks the cubicle door she was in open, startling all three of you, “[Y/N] can save us all!”

She stumbles forward and you worriedly called out her name while stepping forward to help support her.

“Kyungwon really has low tolerance, huh?” Nayoung giggles, taking Kyungwon’s other hand and draping it around her shoulders to help you with her weight.

“She’s also right, I suppose.” You paused, “Give me… a month or two. I’m leaving the company to start my own and I’m aiming it to be a predominantly female company. I’d hire all of you in a heartbeat if you’d want to join me.”

Jihyo gasps and claps her hands, “Really? [Y/N], that’s amazing! Of course we’d love to! I’m willing to bet everything is going back the same way it was before you entered the company now that you’re leaving. Haven’t you realized that the guys don’t talk to you unless it’s work-related?”

You did realize this, but you always excused it because Jaehyun often picked you up from work and accompanied you during functions or parties. You had his picture on your desk; anyone could tell you were off the market and that’s the reason why your male co-workers didn’t bother with you like they did with your other female colleagues.

“Now that you mention it…” You trailed off, casting your eyes downwards.

“You’re so lucky that you have someone who constantly looks out for you.” Jihyo sighs, “My ex broke up with me because he thought I was cheating on him, when really the guy kept messaging me even though he knew I was taken.”

If they only knew the real reason behind why Jaehyun did those. You gave her a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry about that, Jihyo.”

“Don’t apologize, [Y/N]. It’s okay, if he can’t even trust me with guys that I only see as friends or colleagues, then he doesn’t deserve me. What’s the point of a relationship without trust, right?”

Her words pricked your heart for some reason, but you shrugged and nodded halfheartedly.

Nayoung offers to take Kyungwon home, after she heaves the alcohol out of her stomach and sobers up with a few glasses of water, and Jihyo volunteers to help her. They accompany you to where Mr. Kyung was already waiting with your boxed items already in the backseat and bid you farewell.

When you get home, you dropped your stuff at your home office and sat on the couch; too drained and tipsy to make it all the way to the bedroom. You don’t feel good - not in the sense you want to vomit after drinking. It was what Jihyo and Nayoung talked about in the bathroom. Did Jaehyun have control of your surroundings even at work? How did he even know? You had so many questions and it only made your head ache.

Staring at the 77” LG OLED TV, you frown at your reflection. Your mind is taking you back to three years ago: when Jaehyun had made it seemed you had a stalker. The fear is still fresh in your heart and it made the little hairs on your arms rise up. As if the world was playing a cruel joke on you, your phone rings and drained the color from your face. But instead of an unknown number, it was Yuta’s.

Calming yourself down, you pick up his call. “Hello?”

“[Y/N], I-I’m sorry, but you know how I invited Sicheng and Jaehyun out for some drinks?”

“...Yeah? Is something wrong? What happened?”

Yuta nervously chuckles, “Nothing… particularly bad. They’re just… really drunk and I was planning to book them each a suite at the hotel I’m staying at, but Jaehyun is adamant about going home to you.”

This alarms you; Jaehyun probably has one of the highest alcohol tolerance among the people you know. He could down beer and soju one after the other and still end up being a little goofy - but never shitfaced wasted.

“Oh my god, okay, uhm… I’ll text you our address.”

“Okay, thanks, [Y/N]. Don’t worry, I’m not driving. We’ll call for a cab.”

It was barely 11PM when you hung up on Yuta and it was just odd that Jaehyun would get that drunk so early in the night. Maybe they had more hard liquor than the usual mix he goes for.

An hour later, there’s a knock on the door and you’re sprinting towards it. Before you open it, you could hear Jaehyun arguing in slurred words that he doesn’t want to wake you up and he could open it with his house keys. Opening the door wide, you’re greeted by Yuta supporting both Jaehyun and Sicheng on either shoulder with a tired, apologetic look on his face.

When Jaehyun sees you, his face brightens up immediately. “Baby!”

“H-hey. You had fun, babe?” You stifle your laughter as he lunges forward and wraps his arms around you, hugging your figure as tight as he can. Turning to Yuta, you sigh “Yuta, I think you and Sicheng should stay the night. We have a guest room with twin beds for both of you and I’m sure I can find some clothes for both of you to wear.”

“Oh, maybe Sicheng, but I can still go home.”

“Please, I insist. It’s late and you look just as hammered as these two.”

Yuta finally relents and you usher them inside. Jaehyun slumps down on an armchair while Yuta sits Sicheng down on the couch and takes the space beside him afterwards. 

You bring them bottled water; opening it for Jaehyun while Yuta does it for Sicheng. “What did you guys drink and how much of it did it take for Jaehyun to be even this wasted?”

The question was directed to Yuta, who was obviously more sober than the two, but Jaehyun answers anyways in a giddy voice, “The whole bar! Sans wine because there are hundreds of those there…. Oh, babe, I had the best scotch there.”

You hum, bringing the bottle up to his lips so he could drink water.

In your peripheral vision, you catch Yuta fondly watching both of you. “Must be nice to have someone waiting at home for you; ready to take care of you when you need them, huh?” He comments.

“Are you retiring early from the bachelor life? Your bachelor pad isn’t even complete yet.” You tease, running your fingers through Jaehyun’s hair to push it back from his face and he gives you a sleepy, childish grin.

“No, I’m gonna enjoy it a little longer. But I can’t be a bachelor forever, [Y/N].”

You excuse yourself to get clothes for them and brought back some shorts and shirts Jaehyun doesn’t use often. You direct them to the guest room where Yuta hauls Sicheng to the bed and promises to help him change after the latter whined about being too lazy. You wish them a good night and made your way back to Jaehyun.

As you close the door, you gasp to see Jaehyun already beside you, leaning his weight against the adjacent wall. “Babe! Oh my god, come on let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to bed.” He repeats with a chuckle, nose scrunching at you.

You warily eyed him, you’ve never seen him in this kind of state before - and that’s saying something. There was one time you both endlessly drank until you (just you) were throwing up and even then, Jaehyun was still his right state of mind to take care of you. 

He holds your hand and lets you lead him to the bedroom, “You’re pretty.”

“I’m pretty?” You stop in your tracks, just a little past the doorway and turn at him with an incredulous expression. “The last time you called me pretty was seven years ago; when we first started dating.”

“I stopped calling you pretty?”

“No, you just used other adjectives.”

“Like?”

You feel your cheeks heat up, “Like beautiful, gorgeous, sexy… and the likes.”

Jaehyun cocks his head and grins, “You’re all of that.”

“Thank you, Jaehyun. Now let’s get you-” He cuts you off with a kiss, bringing his hands on your hips to pull you towards him. You entertain it for a moment, slinging your arms around him and even tiptoeing to push yourself up. But in the back of your mind, you remember the conversation with your former colleagues and you’re pulling away from him.

Jaehyun doesn’t get the hint and continues to press his lips on your skin, “I love you so much, [Y/N]. I’ve wanted you for so, so, so long and now you’re here; a few months away from being my wife.”

“I love you, too, Jae,” You try to stop him but he holds you with a firm grasp, “I think we should get to bed now.”

He hums in approval, bringing his lips back over yours all of a sudden; catching you off guard when he forces his tongue into your mouth and you could taste the variety of alcohol he’s consumed. He’s nudging you back until you’re by the bed and he pushes you down onto it.

“Jaehyun, wait,” Your eyes fall to the unclosed door, worried that your sudden guests would hear or need something and stumble into a salacious scene. You hate how that turns you on; how the idea of someone walking into you and Jaehyun fucking gets you wet from the get go. But you’re not keen on doing anything tonight; not when he’s too drunk and especially not after what the girls told you. “I’m not in the mood.”

Your words fell on deaf ears as Jaehyun hooks his fingers on the band of your pajama bottoms and underwear that you changed into while waiting for them and yanked them both off your legs. You try to shut your legs, but Jaehyun just wrenches them apart and dives face first into your pussy.

A gasp leaves you, your back arching off the bed and your hand shooting to grab hold of his hair. “Jae, please- wait a minute, I-”

He directs his attention to your clit; engorged and throbbing to be touched, sending pleasurable waves coursing through your veins with every lick and suck Jaehyun does.

Moments later, you feel him slip two fingers into you without any forewarning.

“You’re always so wet for me.” He grumbles, giving you a few more drawn out pumps from his fingers and kitten licks on your clit before standing to unbuckle his belt.

You take this as an opportunity to move away from him, scooting up the bed and sitting up. “Jaehyun, can you just wait for one-oh!”

He chuckles at you, grabbing onto your ankles and pulling you back near him; hovering above your frame with a mischievous smile. “Hi.”

“Hi…”

He just smiles at you; a lazy, mellow grin on his puffy face. 

“Are you okay?” You whisper, touching his arms and running your hands over them in a soothing manner.

He nods, “I’m just happy.”

“I can see that.” You giggle for a second, eyes darting from his upturned lips to the hot, hard cock resting on your thigh, before your face falls. He’s acting really weird. “We should really go to sleep, Jaehyun.”

“But I’m horny.” He pushes your shirt up to expose your bare chest to him, “And you’re so hot. I can only get off on you.”

You bite down on your lower lip when his hands grab each of your breasts and gave each a good squeeze, thumbs stimulating your nipples until they were hard peaks. You look up at him, watching his eyes glint with lust at the sight in front of him. He looked so different… he doesn’t seem like himself - at least his persona of this age. It was like he was back in his early twenties, trying to get into your pants for the third time.

Jaehyun reaches over his head to remove his shirt, tossing it aside as fast as he could. He’s sweating for some reason, although the entire apartment is air-conditioned. His muscles are tensed when you hold his arms.

“Jae, are you okay?”

“Never better.” He grits out, capturing your lips into an open kiss.

When he pulls you closer, you could feel his heart beating drumming onto your chest. You pull away, “Jaehyun, your pulse is going insane.”

“Of course, it is.” He dismisses, pushing your legs apart. “It’s because of you.”

Feeling dismissed, you sigh, “Okay, Jaehyun, just one round - ah!” 

You get cut off, loudly moaning when he surges forward and his cock pierces into you with minimal difficulty.

You woke up sore and aching; especially lower half. Last night, you came about five times after 3 rounds one after the other. Jaehyun was insatiable; unrelenting to your soft pleas for even a quick break. He just… wasn’t himself - at all.

With much struggle, you sit up the bed and pull up the sheets to your naked body. The clock on the nightstand reads it’s about 7AM which means you’ve been asleep for a measly 3 hours. You ought to take a shower; you slept drenched in sweat and not to mention both yours and Jaehyun’s cum dried up and crusty all over your nether regions.

A pained moan leaves you once you tried to get up; you hiss, “Damn, am I getting old?”

Holding the sheets to your body, you trudge to the bathroom but the door suddenly opens and Jaehyun steps out, paler than usual.

“Jaehyun?”

He jumps a little at your voice and he stares at you, wide eyed. He releases a sigh, eyes furrowed in the middle of his forehead. Before you could ask what’s wrong, he takes a step forward and pulls you into a tight hug.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry.” Jaehyun mumbles into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“What?”

He kneels in front of you, taking one of your hands into his and kissing your fingers repeatedly. “I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I - it was like I had no control of myself. I’m a monster.”

You hunched down and cup his face, “Jaehyun, stop, what are you talking about?”

“You,” He almost snaps, “You didn’t want to have sex last night, but I insisted. I forced myself on you; I-”

“Jaehyun, it’s okay.”

“That’s not okay, [Y/N].” He cuts you off, “You said ‘no’ and I ignored it. I’m a monster, [Y/N], I practically ra-”

You grabbed his shoulders, “Don’t even say it! I wasn’t in the mood in the beginning, sure, but I still enjoyed myself… you should know, I came a lot.”

“But,” He tries to argue, but you hushed him.

“You know I wouldn’t go down without a fight; if I really didn’t want to, I would have made it very clear.”

“But,” Jaehyun looks at you with doubt, prompting you to give him a loving kiss on the lips. “If you had resisted… I think it would have been even worse.”

You pull away at his words, trying to search for an explanation in his face, but he has his eyes looking down to his lap. Swallowing hard, you kiss his cheek, “Monsters don’t know what’s good and bad; they don’t apologize for what they’ve done. You have, though, you know what’s right and wrong. I’m not mad or disgusted by you, Jae, I still love you.”

He finally looks at you, “I don’t deserve you, but I love you, too.”

Pulling you into a hug, he kisses your shoulder over and over again while you soothe his back with your hands.

“Although,” You trail off, leaning back on your legs, “Last night… it felt like you weren’t even here. Y-you were completely different. What were you drinking last night?”

Jaehyun sighs, “Too much of everything… I’ll ask the guys if they remember what we had so I can avoid it next time. They should be hungry now if they’re awake. I’ll go make breakfast.”

“Okay, I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

He leaves you to bathe after sharing another kiss and you wait until he’s gone before you lumber into the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

As warm water cascades down your body, you let out a sigh of relief as you feel your muscles relax under the steam. You still had to question Jaehyun about what Jihyo and Nayoung had told you, but it had to wait until your guests leave.

You’re in and out of the shower in 10 minutes, putting on proper clothing after drying off and applying  some moisturizer. You tame your hair down until you’re decent enough to present yourself in front of Sicheng and Yuta and you walk out to the dining room where Sicheng exaggeratedly calls for you.

“Jiejie!” He cries, “I wanted to eat your cooking for breakfast.”

“Maybe next time?” You sympathize, glancing at Yuta as he looks through framed pictures on the shelves with a steaming cup in hand. “Are you guys alright? I hope the hangovers aren’t too bad.”

Yuta shrugs at you, “Bearable. I don’t know about these two, they were hit the hardest.” He gestures to them with his mug before taking a long sip.

“Did we drink anything you didn’t?” Jaehyun calls out from the kitchen, pausing from his cooking to ask him. “Because I’m not humble bragging or anything, but I have a very high alcohol tolerance - higher than Sicheng.”

The latter cradles his head and sighs, “I don’t even want to contest to that.”

“Hmm…” Yuta gives it a thought, approaching the table and sitting beside Sicheng. “The rum one, perhaps? I don’t like coconut that much so I didn’t even try it.”

You made yourself a cup of coffee, frowning at what Yuta had said because you’re certain that Jaehyun had downed that in a minute. Peeking at him, with the way his brows furrowed and arms crossed while watching the soup simmer, told you that he did remember the drink. You walk to him and lean your head on his shoulder, “Was it good at least?”

“Yeah, it was.” He grumbles, stirring the dried pollack soup he makes for anyone with a hangover (usually you.)

“There had to be something in it.” Sicheng pounds on the table like it was a gavel.

Yuta sits back on his seat, “Like drugs?”

“It’s the only possible reason why Jaehyun and I were so out of it; I mean, if it were only me, then it wouldn’t raise suspicion, but the fact Jaehyun…”

“We should take drug tests, Cheng, and if we come out positive; then we’ll sue the bar.” Jaehyun turns the stove off and you help him serve the soup to them. After giving a hefty portion each to the boys, you and Jaehyun serve yourselves and sit across them.

Sicheng moans at the first spoonful of soup, “I still think [Y/N]’s version is better.”

You let out a little laugh while Jaehyun scowls at him, “We use the same recipe.”

But the Chinese national just rolls his eyes and continues to eat, Yuta on the other hand, nods his head as he chews. “Wow, is there anything you can’t do?”

“He’s annoying, isn’t he?” You teased, “I used to think he was too perfect for me.”

Jaehyun nudges your leg with his, shooting you playful disapproving look.

“No flaws at all?” Yuta wonders out loud.

“Of course, I have flaws.” He defends, “Everyone does. Don’t you?”

“Oh!” Yuta dramatically exclaims, “Ask all my exes.”

Everyone chuckles at him - even Jaehyun, to your surprise; it looks like he isn’t as apprehensive towards Yuta anymore. Maybe the night out allowed them to get closer, open up a bit more about each other rather than being business associates. You reach under the table to squeeze his thigh, making him glance at you, and you simpered at him.

He returns it with his hand covering your own to hold it momentarily before both of you resume eating and entertain your guests with stories from the night before.

Yuta and Sicheng don’t extend their stay any longer and began preparing to head back to their respective homes after breakfast, dressing themselves back in their soiled clothing from the night before and were gracious enough to throw the clothes they borrowed into the laundry themselves.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Jaehyun,” Yuta sighs, nodding at him and then at you, “[Y/N].”

“Don’t mention it.” You lean onto Jaehyun as he lays his arm over your shoulders, “It’s been awhile since we had people stay the night.”

“Until next time, then!” Sicheng jokes, tossing his coat over his shoulder.

“A tamer next time; perhaps we’ll tackle their wine collection?” Yuta raises a brow at Jaehyun.

He hums, halfheartedly shrugging, “Until a tamer next time.”

Both of you see them off and once Jaehyun shuts the door, you step away from him and walked away with crossed arms. This doesn’t go unnoticed by him, following after you tentatively. “[Y/N]?”

You spin on your heels and scowled at him, “Did you have my boss fire men at the company?”

He blinks at you, “Yes…?”

“Jaehyun! Why would you do that?”

“Kyungwon said they were inappropriate and disrespectful; not only towards you, but the rest of the women at your work. I had only suggested doing something about it in passing, but she seemed to like the idea.”

You reel back and let your arms fall to your sides, “Kyungwon?”

Jaehyun nodded, “Although, she was a little drunk that time… when we first went out to drink with her and your other colleagues. She was complaining about how one of the men kept trying to touch her. I had to do something, [Y/N], it would be for your sake, too.”

“Oh.” You felt guilty now; you were ready to give him an earful for meddling in your corporate life but now you know the truth, you’re admittedly a little speechless.

“Did Kyungwon tell you? I asked her not to tell you because I’m sure you wouldn’t  like it, but-”

“No,” You shake your head, “She didn’t. I overheard it in the bathroom. It seems like they’re rehiring those people now that I’m gone. I’m worried about Kyungwon and the others now; I need to start the company now so I can hire them.”

Jaehyun frowns, “I can hold the rehiring until then, baby. For now, how about I handle on your start-up to make it a little quicker? You just worry about Yuta’s apartment and our new house?”

“Are you sure? You seem pretty busy these days.”

“I have people to handle the paperwork. They’ll need your approval and signatures, but that would be it.”

“Okay.” You bite down on your lip, “Thank you.”

He chuckles, tipping your chin upwards so he could kiss you, “Anything for my everything.”

Your arms slip over his strong built, pushing yourself to hug him and press your cheek on his chest where you could feel his steady heartbeat thumping. You feel his fingers combing through your hair while his other hand rested over the small of your back.

“Is something else bothering you?”

“I just wanted to hug you…” You murmured, “But… I suppose it’s bothering me that I feel so… dependent on you. I don’t even know how different my life would be without you. You solve all my problems with a wave of your hand or snap of your fingers - to be frank,” You abruptly pull away from him with a pout, “You solve it through your wallet.”

He sighs, “[Y/N], you know money isn’t an issue to me or my family. I understand it can be overwhelming and almost impudent to solve all our problems with money, but it’s more efficient that way. My family… your future family has a steady flow of income; enough to sustain our lives and those who need it.”

“Those who need it?”

Jaehyun cocks his head, “We have plenty of charities, and provide sponsorships and scholarships, [Y/N]. The Jungs aren’t that greedy. Each of us donate to our respective charities twice a year.”

“What’s your charity?”

He hesitates, “I regularly donate to a rehabilitation center that deals with people who need psychotherapy that cannot afford it and…”

“And?”

“I also donate to the Golden Acres nursing home.”

You gasp, hands flying to your lips, “Golden Acres? That’s where…”

He nods, “Your mother mentioned about how your grandmother had been there since you were in high school. Don’t you want to visit her?”

“She doesn’t remember me.” You sadly tell him. Your grandmother had early onset Alzheimer’s at the age of 62. Your parents were working so hard to even support everyone in the house that no one could take care of her. By the next year, they had decided to move her into Golden Acres where she could be cared for 24/7. “Or at least she doesn’t remember that I’ve grown; I’m basically a stranger to her.”

“But she was an artist, yes?” Jaehyun’s hands rubs your shoulders, “You got your artistic skills from her.”

“Yeah,” You let yourself smile; when you were younger, your grandmother always encouraged you to draw or paint when she’d watch over you for your parents while they were away. “I miss her, though.”

“Then let’s visit her one day. Invite her to the wedding; whether she remembers you or not.” He kisses your forehead and pulls you back in for a hug. “What do you want to do today?”

You hum, trying to decide until you remembered that it was Sunday. You jump away from him with a gasp, “We were supposed to meet with my parents and Kun today for dinner! I haven’t contacted him at all last week.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but chuckle at you as you briskly walk back into the bedroom. He saunters after you, crossing his arms and leans against the door frame while he watches you type on your phone. “Did you tell your parents at least?”

You glance up at him, “Yeah, of course I did.”

“So you genuinely forgot the man of the hour?”

You roll your eyes, hitting send after composing a message and picking out Kun’s contact number. “Okay, you know what? My mind has been everywhere the past couple of days; from designing a loft-type bachelor pad to a full sized home - that we haven’t even chose yet - resigning from my job and starting my own to save my female colleagues from pervs; cut me some slack, Jae. I can’t even start thinking about our wedding, although I really, really want to.”

He lightheartedly scoffs, approaching you on your seat at the bed and kneeling in front of you, “Baby, you know I was just teasing you. Don’t think about your company just yet, I’ll take care of that. How about we spend the rest of the morning planning for the wedding together and after lunch, we could browse through the catalogs of the Jung Properties’ real estate.”

“Sometimes I forget that your family is actually in real estate. You guys have too many business branches and different agencies.”

“We’re a conglomerate for a reason.” He gathers your hands into his and kisses your ring, “Soon, we’ll have a design agency under your name and ownership; which in retrospect, should be a smart business move. We have all these lands and properties, subdivisions and condominiums, yet we rely on other companies to build and design them.”

“So it all works out in the end?”

He hums in agreement, standing to his feet. “Well, should I get your laptop for you or do we work on our wedding in your office?”

Considering the fact that you’ll both not end up doing what needs to be done if you were to work on the bed, you chose the latter and he helps you stand up after you grab your phone. He holds your hand and swings them as you make your way to your office; grinning like a child and it’s so contagious that the same grin forms on your face.

In your office, he insists that you sit between his legs as he scoots further into your high back office chair to make room for you. Once comfortable, he rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist as you open your iMac.

“You wanted an intimate wedding, yeah?” He kisses your neck, “So around 50 guests or less?”

“Does it sound too little for you?”

“No. What matters to me is that we’re both present with our parents. I don’t mind a civil wedding, either.”

You whined, “Where’s the fun in that?”

His chuckle reverberates onto your back,  “I suppose. So at a church? Hotel function room? A beach? The casino?”

“We’re not getting married at the casino.”

“Hey,” He tightens his hold around you for a second, “Lucky 7’s function rooms are quite nice.”

“Doesn’t change my mind on it.” You shrug, “I can’t choose between a garden wedding or a beach wedding; so you choose.”

On the monitor screen, you pull up the pinterest board you’ve compiled everything wedding related and Jaehyun hums in contemplation as you slowly scroll through them. “How about a garden wedding with a beach view?”

You twist around to look at him, “We can do that?”

“I’m sure it’s possible.” He presses his lips on your jaw, “We’ll make it possible.”

“Okay, well if it’s technically a garden wedding, then I think it’s fitting that the theme would be a little casual, but still romantic.” You type the keywords into the search bar and show him what you meant.

“Weddings like these are perfect for spring.” He comments, “Would you like to set a date for when the cherry blossoms have bloomed?”

“It would be nice, but that would mean we’d only have 6 months or so to plan this wedding - and that’s if we make it our priority. We’re both so busy.”

He leans back on the chair and massages your shoulders, “Babe, you’re worrying too much again. Remember, we might be busy; but my mom won’t be. She’ll gladly take care of this as an event planner. She’s been waiting to plan my wedding before I even learned to walk.”

You snort at him, shaking your head in disbelief, but move on with the planning; “Would you like to suggest a color scheme? Don’t you dare fucking say black just because it’s your favorite color.”

He lets out a laugh, “Gray, then. Something neutral.”

“Garden weddings typically have purples and pinks for color schemes; like pastel shades, or lavender and peaches.”

“I like that,” He interjects, “Peaches or coral.”

You look back at him for a moment, “Alright, then. Let’s pick out some photos and print them out.”

As you save photos you both agreed on and print them out, Jaehyun makes himself a little more comfortable by cuddling you and pulling you flush against him. As you wait for the rest of the photos to print out, you run your hands along his arms, feeling the little hairs on them.

He mumbled something incoherent on your neck, tickling you slightly.

“What was that?”

“I said,” He pulls away a little, but his lips are still brushing against your skin as he speaks, “I can���t wait to see you in a wedding dress.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the image of you in a flowy white dress, hair styled to your liking, walking down the aisle where Jaehyun waited in his own white dress shirt and black pants.

“Do you have any requests on what my dress should look like?”

“Anything would look good on you.” He leans back and forces you to lie back on him, “It could be the sluttiest dress ever or the most matronly piece - I don’t care.”

You shift to face him, cupping his jaw and moving your thumb over his cheek. His own hand mimics your actions, lightly caressing your thigh. There’s a comforting silence that takes over; lulling you closer to each other until your lips are pressed and melding together. There wasn't any urgency or desperation, nor was it hasty and in passing.

He took his time with you, nibbling on your lower lip and steadily bringing the soft flesh between his. The printer made a sound that signaled its’ done it’s job and he pulls away but you hold him steady, whimpering a sound of disapproval that makes him chuckle.

He continues to kiss you, running his tongue along your lower lip to ask for entrance and you grant it. Teasingly, he slips the wet muscle into your mouth and sliding it along your own. He tasted like coffee: a good kind of bitter with a hint of sweetness, the kind you get addicted to.

Your hand falls to his chest and you could feel his pulse with your fingers, beating steadily with calm thumps. 

Both of you pulled away for air, resting your foreheads together. He has a ghost of a smile on his lips and you give it a little peck to make it wider.

“I love you.”

You’ve exchanged these words so many times already yet it never lost its meaning. It still sent warmth spreading across your face, made your stomach giddy, and made your heart feel full. “I love you, too.”

Jaehyun leans back down, opting to kiss your cheek while combing his fingers through your hair.

After a few more minutes of basking in each other’s presence in absolute peace, you break off from each other to pin the printed photos onto the corkboard you had hanging in your home office. It was a nice way to spend the rest of the morning before ordering lunch; it felt a little recreational but also exciting. By the time the food Jaehyun had ordered arrive, the board was practically filled with your ideas for the wedding.

You discussed it some more over lunch and he managed to squeeze in a little talk about the honeymoon, chowing down on your meals on the couch.

“Venice? Greece?” He feeds you some of his pork dumplings and you hum at both the savory flavor and his suggestions, “I already know a place in Greece I’d like to take you to.”

“Wherever, Jaehyun,” You roll your eyes, scooting your body closer to him and draping your legs over his lap. “I’m sure I’ll love wherever you’ll take me.”

“A month?”

You snort at him, “That’s too long; two weeks max.”

He pouts down as he mixes his fried rice around in the take-out cup, letting out a little grumble, “Okay.”

Once finished with your lunch, he volunteers to clean up the mess and tells you to go into his office, instructing you to open his computer and open the new email from their real estate office. You give him a quick smooch on the cheek, thanking him for cleaning up, and made your way into his office.

You sat in front of his desk; turned on his iMac, typed in his password, and waited for his mail to load when you pulled the window up. You weren’t the type to snoop or pry through his business life, but your eyes glazed over his other emails. It as oddly satisfying how he kept it so organized; having different email addresses for work, personal life, and such. But one email handle caught your eye; it was for a Jeong Yoonoh. For spam mail, perhaps? A little voice at the back of your head told you to open it, but before you could even reach for the mouse; Jaehyun comes into the room with a glass of white wine in each hand.

“Have you opened it?” He asks, using the back of his hand to close the door.

“Not yet,” You quickly clicked on the email from Jung Properties and stood up to let him sit before making yourself comfortable on his lap like earlier. You took a sip from the wine he offered and almost spat it out when he opened up the digital brochure on the screen, “These are all mansions.”

He hums, “Yes, they are. Too big?”

“How many rooms do we need? It’s just going to be the two of us.”

“For now.” Jaehyun chuckles in your ear, playfully biting your lobe.

You gasp, perking up from your seat before twisting around to send him a glare. “Don’t.”

He continues to chuckle to himself, browsing through the houses while drinking from his glass. “Don’t what, baby? We’ve talked about children before.”

“We still don’t need all that space.” You argue, mumbling into your glass.

“Yes, we do. We’ll need it for our private offices, a few guest rooms, our children’s playroom…” Jaehyun’s free hand runs over your stomach, “Our playroom.”

“We’re not going to have a playroom if we’re going to have children.” You flinch away from him but he holds you against him, making you gasp.

“You mean, we’re going to have children because of the playroom.” His hand has now unabashedly slipped under your shirt to cup your boob.

You put your wine glass down on the table, afraid to drop it. “You’re insatiable.”

He merely laughs, following after you and setting his glass by yours. “Have you seen yourself, baby? How aren’t you turned on by your own reflection?”

He reaches past you to grab the wireless mouse and opens the photo booth app, your bodies being projected on the monitor. “Look at yourself.”

His hands push your shirt over your chest and pull your bra down; his brows giving away his annoyance towards the clothing article. He’s watching the screen with you, using it like a mirror to figure out where your nipples were to roll between his fingers.

You let out a mewl, arching into his touch and holding onto his knees. The bulge in his pants grew beneath you, slotting perfectly under your clothed mound.

“Do you want to see me fuck you, [Y/N]?” He peppers small kisses on your nape, still kneading your breasts with his palms.

“I-” Your voice hitches when you began to grind on him, “I want you to record it.”

Jaehyun stops, “What? You want to make a sex tape-”

“Yes,” You whined, stretching your arm out to start recording on his computer before removing your shirt and bra.

“You’re such a naughty girl, [Y/N], hm?” Jaehyun dryly laughs, pulling you back against him and maneuvering your wanton body so his mouth had access to your chest. He licks your pert nipple a couple of times and bites the patch of skin by it. His hand had jammed itself past the garter of both your leggings and underwear, drawing a circular pattern over your clit. “You want to make a sex tape, yeah? What if someone gets a hold of the file, huh?”

“Then they’d see how good you make me feel; how you fuck me so good.”

An approving croon vibrates from his chest, sitting back for a moment to watch you grind yourself on him and although he’d love to put music on to complete the lap dance, he would have to ask you for one some other time. He gently nudges you off him, tugging at your leggings. “Off.”

You push your pants down with your underwear and toss them aside while Jaehyun just pushes his down enough to free his erection. He guides you to sit on his cock after giving himself a few pumps with his fist. Once you were eased in, he forces your legs apart by draping them over his knees and spread his legs wider.

“Smile for the camera, baby.”

Dinner with your parents and Kun had been going smoothly; you have to admit that even Jaehyun seemed to be enjoying himself while listening to Kun’s med school stories. You were midway through finishing your glass of sangria when your mother comments about how Kun and his family suddenly moved back to China.

“Ah,” Kun swallows his food and brings the napkin from his lap to wipe his lips, “It was rushed, for some reason. All they told me was they were both offered better paying jobs back at home; it would have been churlish to decline it, especially since it guarantees full payment of my tuition.”

You caught Jaehyun mindlessly nodding to Kun. You bump your knee against him and once he looks at you, you pointedly question his actions with a cock of a brow.

“Hm? Oh,” He clears his throat, “I would have done the same if I were in your parents’ shoes. No matter how great the sacrifice to be made is.”

Kun’s eyes glanced at you; he seemed melancholic as he agrees with Jaehyun’s words. You don’t know how to feel about his expression, choosing to busy yourself by cutting up your steak into even smaller pieces.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you and [Y/N] meet?”

Jaehyun chuckles and you’re already rolling your eyes because you know how he likes to answer this question.

“She slapped me with her hair.”

Your parents join him in laughing as if they didn’t know the story already while Kun was nice enough to bite back his own laughter. You huff, “We were classmates during freshman year. He tapped my shoulder to ask something and I turned to face him too quickly so my hair smacked him, okay?”

“I see.” Kun grins, probably imagining the scenario in his head. “Peculiar way of falling in love.”

“Love at first smack.” Jaehyun jokes and you step on his foot under the table, “Ow!”

“I could have ignored you, you know.” You threatened as if it would make a difference.

It was his turn to roll his eyes, “I would have kept bothering you, then. It’s not like I could ask the next table for help.”

Your father turns to Kun, “How about you, Kun? Any lady in your life?”

Kun’s face flushes into a soft pink, “No. I’m too focused on school and work. It would also feel weird to have a girlfriend while my specialization involves putting my hands between another woman’s legs.”

“How did you even end up in obstetrics?” You stab one of the steak pieces and bring it to your mouth, remembering how Kun got shy whenever you were in a promiscuous position while making out. Now he had to work with vaginas.

“My cousin passed away because of childbirth.” He solemnly admits, “It was a high-risk pregnancy and there weren’t any obstetricians in our hometown that specialized in it, so we lost both her and the baby.”

“My god,” Your mother gasps, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“It was years ago. She acted as an older sister to me, so losing her really left a mark. She’s the reason why I took up obstetrics. I plan to go back home to my country in a few years and set up a clinic there.”

You’re chewing slowly, trying to remember if he had ever mentioned to you about his cousin. You hear your name and you blink up at Kun, who was looking at you with curiosity. Swallowing, you cough a little, “What was that?”

He smiles, “You’re an interior designer, right? Doyoung mentioned about you working at a firm near the hospital.”

“I am and I was.” You wash down your food with a swig of water, “I quit my job a few days ago and I’ll be starting my own.”

“Soon.” Jaehyun quips, “Very soon.”

“That’s amazing.” Kun nods, “My dad had always wondered how that worked out for you.

You feel yourself blanching at the memory of his father the last time you saw them, “Your dad?”

“My grandfather, his dad, was an architect so he worked closely with interior designers.”

“Oh.” You lick your lips, trying to remain passive. Unable to shake the thought that if his grandfather was an architect, why were his parents so against you and your career choices?

“How are your parents, by the way? Did they move back here with you?” Your father inquires, reminding you that he and Kun’s father used to drink together with Doyoung’s dad.

“They didn’t move back with me, but they planning to visit for a few days next month or so. We should have dinner again with them.” He suggests and your parents express their enthusiasm towards him, “However, my mother…”

You peer up a him through your lashes when his voice trails off.

“She was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s a year ago. But don’t get me wrong! She’s doing wonderful, the symptoms are there; barely noticeable, really. She’s receiving therapy back at home and her lifestyle has completely changed for the better.”

You feel the urge to cry, remembering your own grandmother.

“That’s good to hear.” You’re grateful you mom reaches over to squeeze his hand before you could, “Although truly unfortunate; is it genetic?”

“I hope not.” Kun warily smiles, “I’m cutting back on a lot of potential vices, I keep follow a strict diet and workout routine.”

“No wonder you’ve lost weight.” You comment in an attempt to turn the somber mood around , finishing off your meal and putting your cutlery down. “I assumed it was from the all-nighters brought by med school.”

Kun chuckles, bringing out the dimples he had - dimples you remember loving. “Mayhaps that, too.”

Dinner shortly ends after sharing a small platter of seasonal fruits and you’re seeing your parents off as they enter their car. “Drive safe, dad. I love you guys.” You kiss your mom’s cheek through the open car window give a flying kiss to your dad.

“We love you, too, [Y/N]. You and Jaehyun drive home safely as well, okay?”

You pull away and wave at them, watching your dad put the car in reverse and drive off after nodding at you. Looking back to where you left Jaehyun and Kun, you feel uneasy at how they were conversing while sneaking glances at you. When you walk back to them, they both smile at you. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Kun was just telling me about that one time in high school-” Jaehyun sniggers and you gasp, smacking Kun’s arm out of habit.

“What did you tell him?!”

Kun yelps, reeling back and grabbing his arm. “I didn’t say anything!”

Jaehyun scoffs, “I was joking! He didn’t tell me anything… yet.”

You huffed, backhanding Jaehyun’s chest and he, too, cries softly in pain.

“Okay! I was just asking Kun if he could be your obstetrician - especially if there are complications in your pregnancy.” Jaehyun massages his chest with a pout, “I’d prefer having someone we both trust than just someone who’s just good at their job; so I asked Kun.”

“And I’d love to.” Kun adds, “I get to hold my nieces and nephews before Doyoung.”

You tittered at them, rolling your eyes. “It’s getting late.”

“Ah,” Kun nods to your observations, “I have an early shift tomorrow. Thanks for dinner. It was great seeing you again, [Y/N], and it was great meeting you!”

Jaehyun grins as he shakes the hand Kun offers to him, “You, too. We should do this again next time; you can tell me everything embarrassing [Y/N] did back in high school.”

You slap his shoulder, but he merely laughs with Kun.

“I’d love to! We should invite Doyoung, too.”

After a few more pleasantries, you and Jaehyun see Kun off as he gets into his car and drives away. Jaehyun opens your side of the car door for you and shuts it once you were seated inside before rounding to enter the driver’s side. While he starts the car, you put your seatbelt on and watch him with pursed lips.

He notices after he secures his own seatbelt, leaning over the center console to kiss you. He asks, “Are you okay?”

“Did you like Kun?”

Jaehyun laughs, sitting back properly to start driving. “Yeah. He’s a good man; family-oriented, a loving son... So, you like guys with dimples?”

“Shut up! I swear, that’s just a coincidence.” You crossed your arms, “So you mean everything you said? About meeting up with him and all?”

“Yes, [Y/N], I actually genuinely like the guy.” He rolls his eyes, but his voice drops into a murmur, “I understand why he’s your first love… he’d be a better option than-”

You put your hand over his while it gripped the gear stick to stop him from talking, “But I don’t love him anymore, you know that right? You can only call it first love because it ended. There’s only you for me now and forever.”

He smiles, moving his hand so he could bring yours up to his lips while keeping his attention on the road. “I know. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You watch him concentrate on driving for a few minutes, relieved at how the night turned out. You were expecting Jaehyun to be petty or at least sulky; but he initiated and held conversations with Kun - more than you did - as if they were the ones rekindling a friendship. Pride and love blooms in your chest. Jaehyun really is doing his best in correcting his flaws. “By the way,”

“Hm?”

“You basically gave my ex access to my vagina.”

He sneers at you, “The only time he’ll actually have access is when it’s dilating and pushing a baby out; doubt he’d do anything else, babe.”

A grimace makes its way onto your face, albeit you agree with him. It felt a little awkward thinking about it now, but you’re sure you’ll be in too much pain from going through labor to even care about having Kun deal with your ‘down under'.

“You have plans tomorrow, right? IKEA with Yuta and Kyungwon?”

“Yeah, after lunch.”

“Oh, good.” Jaehyun hums, “Would you like to go to therapy with me tomorrow morning?”

You snap your head towards him, “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, “Unless you want some other day; that’s fine, too.”

“No, I’d like to go. I can’t wait.” You affirm, letting your thoughts drift off to wonder what it would be like to attend Jaehyun’s therapy with him. You knew he had a mental disorder, but he wasn’t comfortable telling you what it was back then so you never really pressed him. It never really bothered you that you didn’t know what exact disorder he had because he seemed to be getting a better control of it. But now the topic is resurfacing and you can’t help but ponder on it. Will knowing what it is have an impact on your relationship? 

Trepidation stirs within you; if it does have an impact, then how badly will it affect you? You’re trying to convince yourself that nothing will change your perspective of Jaehyun. This man has been trying so hard to change for you; trying so hard to be an open book to you like you are to him. The least you could do is learn and understand his flaws, right?

a/n: yay for update. buT WAIT !! the next part is the much awaited therapy session!! i’ll let you guys send in some questions you’d like to be tackled during the therapy session (pls dont send these with an open forum ask)

next: part 7

~ buy me a peach? but why?

[mochixjimin]

Fade to Black (M)

Kim Namjoon |BTS| smut

Word Count: 6.8K

Warnings: exhibitionism, bodily fluid play, major dom/sub themes, fellatio, fingering, language, derogatory names, degredation, choking, just a lot of stuff, practice safe sex kiddos. -pls 18+ only-

The music on the radio seeped through your ears as you bounced giddily in the car seat, "Joonie, where are we going?"

He went to lightly pat your thigh before placing his hand back on the wheel, "Now baby, if I told where we're going, it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it? I gave you plenty of hints leading up to this."

"No you did not! What kind of hint is "You can eat here?" Namjoon please tell me," you continued to whine, "C'mon, I'll make it worth your while." You wiggled your eyes under the cloth and blindly went to reach where you thought his hand was when he chuckled and tangled yours in his, "Look, that’s a great hint! All you have to do is sit back and let me guide you to the destination. I think that blindfold looks good on you."

"Joonie, I love you with all my heart, but it itches, and you are as navigationally correct as a broken compass. Can I just take it off and keep my eyes closed? I pinky promise I won't peek!"

"Nuh uh, that is a satin blindfold! It felt nice when I-"

You turned your cloth covered head in what you believed to be his direction, "When you what? Did you use this on yourself you freak! How amazing, so domjoon is real. Nice, the internet knows right."

He laughed and joked, "Of course, I have to make sure it was comfy for my girl… but you said you didn’t read that stuff!"

"I don’t… I mean at least not when you all aren't out on tour… Don’t judge me! A girl gets lonely without her boyfriend and you just have to make do with what you have available!" You defended as the car began to slow down and make a series of turns and stops.

"Well, I guess we will discuss that later… We're here!" He responded, unbuckling his seatbelt to get out and open your door.

Once Namjoon got you out the car and carefully walked you to the "surprise location," you beamed as if you would bounce into a new time zone, "Are we here!? Please tell me we're here, I hope we're here!"

"Yes babe, just a few more steps." He affirmed, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you before stopping to give a drawn out countdown when you hastily added, "Four, three, two, one!"

You undid the blindfold and Namjoon threw a "Ta-da!" but the smile on your face fell short, "You dragged me across town to watch a movie? Joonie, are you serious?"

"You don’t like it?" He said, voice lowering in disappointment, "I thought it would be cute if we had a movie date, but at home is boring, this way you can run around and do that weird thing where you get up and pace because the main character did something dumb."

"Um, because if the killer is right there, why not just run? Literally, I would not be friends with such dumb people, it's always the smart people that die first! But no, I love it! I just thought it would be something crazy like a blimp ride or petting a lion?" You started to say loudly, but hushed down to a whisper as you remembered where you were.

He laughed loudly when you shushed him, "We are in a movie theater! What if someone was trying to watch the previews!?"

"Oh ____, I rented out the entire theater for us, and I had to make a deal with Jackson so he could spin it to his manager, but we'll have to watch three now playing movies, so I made sure they were all of the ones you wanted to watch. Also, you're afraid of heights, why would I ever put a dangerous creature near you, and surprise! I bought you a huge blanket so we can cuddle up as well."

You smiled widely and turned to give him a kiss and tight hug, "Oh Namjoon, you're too sweet! I love you so much, what are we watching?"

"I love you too. Well, I thought we'd start with a thriller to get your blood racing then finish the night out with a sappy romance movie; but not Titanic, I know how much you despise that movie."

You grumbled and muttered, "She didn't have to throw the diamond back in the ocean…" But you swooned and went to hug him once more before he led you to the recliner chairs towards the back. He grabbed the blanket and placed over the two of you then slid over your favorite candy when you were all settled in and comfortable, he motioned a gesture and the first movie began to play onscreen.

About an hour into the movie fest, you felt Namjoon's hand lay idle on your thigh. Usually, this wouldn’t bother you, but when it began to trail slowly up to the edge of your skirt, you found it harder and harder to watch the picture onscreen. "Um, Joonie? What are you doing?"

Without turning his head and stopping to massage your thigh he added,  "Just trying to give my girl the ultimate surprise, did you really think this would just be it?"

"N-Namjoon, what is that supposed to mean?" You asked as his fingers rubbed at the black material of your skirt to answer you, "I am fairly certain that a month ago, you told me in a drunken stupor that you always wanted to have sex in a movie theater, no?"

You balked and turned comically in his direction, "Ohhh… fuck. I didn’t mean any of that! You can't take what I say to heart, especially drunk! I'm also pretty sure that night Taehyung said he wanted to kiss Yoongi, does that make them secret lovers!?"

He didn’t budge and began to slowly dip his hand under your skirt, "Well it isn't a secret anymore, babe. But, maybe so, they have been spending quite a bit of time together, don’t you agree?"

"O-okay… well that’s not the point! They aren't together and we aren't fucking in this movie theater! What if someone comes in here?!" You lowered your voice as you continued to grow in unease as his hand went fully under the black material, "Babe, there's no need to whisper. We are here alone, no one will come in unless I call my buddy in the projection room. C'mon, I know you're ovulating, don't you think a reward is in order for being so good and restrained?"

You sat back, bit the corner of your lip, and tugged on it teetering between the fact that you could possibly get caught or not caring who might walk in and just letting him touch you. "Motherfucker, he did this on purpose." you thought. No wonder he would tiptoe around you, teasing you at every opportunity he could: letting a touch linger too long, a kiss heating up cut randomly, and hearing him touch himself when you were ten steps from him should have been a big hint.

He could sense you putting two and two together to whisper in your ear, "So princess, what do you say, want sir to make you feel good?"

You felt a tingle shoot up your spine at the name he only used in the bedroom before you nodded and grumbled, "We better not get fucking caught or I will end you. I think that Jin would make a good leader, don’t you?"

He kept his steely gaze over you before responding, "Princess. You want to be good or will I have to make you scream in this theater?"

"N-no, I'm sorry…" You whispered, but you felt a sharp tug at your hair making you wince, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir, I'll be good…" At that Namjoon loosened his grip, kissed your neck, and let out a low laugh, "Good girl, just relax."

He smiled inward, put his hand between your legs, and spread them as he inched closer to your center. His mouth went back to your ear, "How wet are you, babe? I know you missed my cock these last few weeks, I bet you're dripping."

"Uh, just a little… this movie is really cool though, I've never seen it before." All you could do was clear your throat and tried to avoid truly answering with your eyes only looking forward, " I like the flowers… the art direction is different."

"Princess, that's an advertisement for floral arrangements." He chuckled and placed his thumb directly on your clit over your soaked panties as you shut your eyes closed and curtly responded, "Mhm- it is?"

Namjoon smugly laughed again before saying, "Yeah, but it must be hard to watch the rest since your eyes are screwed shut. I only have my thumb on you, how will it feel when I slide your panties off and slide my cock into you?"

You whined, "Namjoon, please."

He dug his thumb painfully into your core, "Please who? That's not it kitten."

"Sir, please. I need you," you urged louder, almost begging him. "Please make your kitten feel good, I need your fingers."

"Only that? You don’t want this?" He aired, taking your hand and placing it over his crotch, "Can you feel how good thinking about being in that sweet cunt of yours makes me? You can't understand how hard it is to not just fuck you right now?"

"Then why don’t you?" you spat and ground your core into his hand, but he pulled away at your rushing him to angrily huff, "Namjoon! God, please fuck me, why are you teasing me?"

Just as he was about to answer, you two heard a random voice, "Well Hajoon, I swear this is the right theater? Look, there's a couple right there, let's ask them."

Your eyes bulged, and you scrambled to remove the hand he took to place on his crotch, trying to pry his strong hand from between your thighs, "Namjoon, please! They're coming over here!!"

Namjoon, not phased at all, scrunched the blanket in a manner to cover the laps of you two as the older couple approached and slipped his hand beneath the cotton material of your ruined panties, "…Yes, mam?"

"Oh my, I am sorry to interrupt your date young lady, but is this theater six?" The older woman asked, she looked no more than sixty years old and her husband the same, your breath hitched hoping that Namjoon wouldn't make a game out of this, "U-um, yes mam!" You hastily said, disregarding Namjoon for a second, until he pinched your clit, making you squeak but brought the attention his way so the older woman wouldn't question you more, "Why, it is quite alright. My girlfriend here is just worked up because she's been wanting to see this movie for a while. It's lovely to see that you two still go on dates and to action movies too? That's pretty cool."

The older woman began to soften at him, and the older man added, "You are so right young man! You remind me of myself in my youth, our first date was a film and ice cream, so we decided to come out and live like the kids do."

Namjoon chuckled and flashed them a dimpled smile on the surface while he slid his fingers up and down your center, "Nothing like making memories! New or old, we can look back on these days and reminisce about our sweethearts to revel in the ways they touched us."

You glared at him, reading between the lines of his words, but shifted uncomfortably and flashed the best forced 'I'm totally not about to get fucked in a theater' smile you could. You were about to verbally agree with him when Namjoon placed his thumb back over your clit and slid into you as he harshly massaged circles into your heat causing you to weirdly add, "Y-yeah, nothing like love! I hope you enjoy the movie!"

The older woman thanked Namjoon as she guided her husband back down the stairs and closer to the front. When he thought they were out of earshot the older man spoke, "Hyesun, that girl was being weird, at least she's pretty." You heard his backhanded compliment and scowled, "If she put a hand on your dick around people you'd act weird too, bitch."

"Ah, ah kitten. Don't disrespect your elders and you know I feel when you curse at me like a child." He scolded, but still rubbing you, "Now, back to what we were doing. What did you want?"

"N-Sir, I'm sorry. There are people here…" You tried to defend, slightly waning in your strength. Usually Namjoon wasn't this cruel when playing outside of the bedroom, the most he'd done in your three year relationship is buy one of those remote controlled vibrators, it was something you enjoyed, and to have your more reserved qualities breaking with him was something you loved about him. But to drag it to a theater, especially with these people in here, was on a higher level that made you secretly want to let them know how Namjoon could make you cum regardless of the situation.

"And? Are you afraid that those lovely older people will know how much of whiny, little slut you are?" Namjoon casually aired and sped up his touch making you gasp, "Fuck, are you close?"

You gritted your teeth and kept nodding no, but he asked again and again, "Princess, are you lying? You know you'd have to ask if you wanted to cum right?" He slowed down, his new pace making you bubble with annoyance and the disobedience hurled words his way before you could catch yourself, "No, I said I wasn't fucking lying. Can you let me cum now?"

He just made a 'tsk' sound and abruptly removed his fingers, before you knew it the hand that was on you was in your mouth, "Look at you," Namjoon scolded, but kept his grip on your tongue flat, "such a greedy bitch. I thought the time I spent not touching you would make you appreciate this, but you're acting just like a stupid brat. Suck."

You muffled a 'mmhm' before licking and sucking your essence off his fingers, the act itself making you gush. When he removed his fingers, he rubbed them over lips and gripped your chin to look in his eyes, "My needy bitch, look at you. I wonder what that couple would think if they saw how much of a whore you are, demanding to orgasm in a theater," he laughed and quickly flicked his eyes down to the one other couple to note that they were too distracted with the loud explosions on the screen to even be bothered, "if you want to cum, you'll really have to earn it now."

"Yes sir… I'm sorry sir." You could feel tears beading up at your eyes, you weren't a crier, but when Namjoon acted this way it frustrated you. He and anybody else for that matter let you have whatever you wanted, that's why he gave you the name Princess, but when he decided to that the princess shouldn't have her way all the time, he made you beg and it annoyed you, but his telling you no changed something inside you. It was followed by a long "session" of teaching you obedience, but you still had your slip-ups, and the current situation was one of them.

"Does the princess remember what do when she acts like a selfish bitch?" He coldly stated, you crumpled inward and slowly nodded as you removed the blanket from you and your shaky legs got up from the chair to stand in front of Namjoon. "Well, what are you waiting for? Turn around."

You let out an unsteady breath and slid the skirt up around your waist to pull down the soaked material covering your center, you hissed when the cool air of the theater hit you. The sound must have been louder than you thought, because the older woman sat forward and you quickly ducked down to pick your panties up from around your ankles. Namjoon smiled and waved at her, you assumed that she smiled back and as you went to get back up a strong hand pushed your shoulder causing your knees to painfully hit the ground, "Ah, what the Namjoon, fu-" you attempted to air, but Namjoon swiped the panties from your hands and shoved them into your mouth, "I can't spank you, I'll let you have a free pass this time, but my cock needs some relief, don’t you think so?"

"Mmhm yeth sir" you garbled as the panties obstructed your speaking. "Mm, good girl, I'll have to adjust your punishment, for now, take your top off now." He said making you smile at the first nice name, but you rushed to strip the striped crop top off your body to reveal the lacy bra you had on, "Ah, so you planned to be a bitch tonight I see."

You frowned and went to say no, but the balled up material failed you, "It's fine sweet girl, I know you'll take whatever I'll give you, is that correct?" Namjoon told you as he went to pluck the fabric from your lips, put it somewhere else, then dig around in his pocket to reveal the lacy, black collar that had an engraved 'Kitten' on the metal tag and the satin cloth he used earlier as your blindfold, "Don't think I could forget your collar pet. Now turn around for Sir."

Namjoon watched as you quietly shuffled in the other direction, knees painfully digging at the cold concrete below you. You normally wore a daytime collar with a cursive 'Princess' etched in pretty rose gold letters, and it was subtle enough to appear to be a regular necklace from a loving boyfriend, but this collar held in his hands was more intricate, had the word 'Sir's Pet' on the tag, and allowed for him to be more rough with you when need be.

Once the collars were switched around, he pulled you backwards, bending you towards his knees, "We will try this one more time. Will you swallow my cock down if it's presented to that whore mouth of yours?" You nodded and added, "Yes sir, I promise." He allowed you to twist back around as you placed your hands in your lap and you waited with your mouth open for his dick, "Fuck. Seeing you be so good is too much pet, does your mouth feel dry?"

You were about to answer when you opted to nod 'yes' instead, in actuality, your spit was pooling and dribbling out of your mouth, but not being able to rewet your tongue felt uncomfortable. Namjoon took the hand not holding the silk material to grip your chin once more and dipped his mouth down as if he would kiss you, your eyes fluttered closed due to him being so close to you in hopes that he would place a kiss on you, but he just laughed. You opened your eyes and tilted your head sideways to look at him quizzically when he responded, "Did you really think I would kiss those filthy, cock sucking lips of yours?"

If his hand weren't so tightly connected to your chin, you would have frowned in sadness, but before you knew how to react, he spits into your open mouth, then took his thumb to rub it in mixing his saliva with yours. He then harshly let go of you to reach down between your legs to swipe at the ground under your heat, "Your cunt is such a mess, when they have to clean after we leave Jackson will wonder what this is, I should make you lick it up and directly apologize to him for being so dirty."

Your eyes bared at him, silently begging for him not to be so cruel. "Well, alright pet. Do you want Sir's cock now?"

You sat up on your haunches excitedly, almost bouncing as he placed his hand at the zipper of his pants, "You ready?" He smugly said knowing the answer while undoing the zipper and gripping his length, "Aish, my dick is gonna feel so good sliding in that whore mouth. If those damn old people weren't here, I could make you scream, but you'll just have to work on keeping quiet pet."

With your mouth still open, you nodded and found odd gratefulness to the rude, older couple for being there. When Namjoon finally pulled out his length, you clamped your lips together to let out a very audible whimper, and Namjoon looked down to see if it was loud enough to alert the only other people in the theater, but they continued to watch as a car exploded on the screen, "So much for quiet pet. Have you missed my cock that much?"

You eagerly nodded and he went to place a hand on your head petting and slowly urging you closer to him, "Open wide." He took his length and rubbed it over your lips and tongue then hissed lowly as he slid into your mouth, "Mmhm, fuck." He unconsciously gripped your hair harder, bucked up in your mouth, and hit the back your throat roughly causing you to choke and tear up. You were a little out of touch since he hadn't kept up with your needs and training over the last few weeks, but he loved the watery, wide-eyed look you flashed him before swallowing his length like a good girl. He had no choice but to opt for keeping his pleasure to low grunts and smirks in ecstasy from your ministrations, but it didn't stop the fire in your center and him allowing you to drip, "My beautiful princess. You're good at taking cock well, did you know that? Sir loves when you can behave, fuck. When I get you home, your reward will be so fun to give you."

He bucked forward unexpectedly and caught you off guard due to being lost in his praise, so you accidentally pressed against him trying to pull away for a moment to catch your breath, but he yanked your head back causing you to whimper. Namjoon then had one hand tangled in your curls and the other tightly wrapped around your neck to harshly grit in your ear, "Did I say you could touch me pet?"

"I-I'm sorry-" You attempted to apologize before he rudely cut you off, "No Sir, I didn't ask." He looked to you to repeat his words the best you could under his grip, he released his hold on your throat to go back to the satin material in his pocket, "I was trying to be nice, but you're testing my patience Pet." He took your hands and shoved them behind your back, twisting them in an uncomfortable position before tying an intricate knot binding them together, "It seems as though the time you've spent without my cock has made you grow to be an incorrigible slut. Maybe that couple will understand if I fuck you open right here and now."

"Please Sir no, I'm sorry! I really am!!" You quietly sobbed, tears now falling down your face but he just laughed, "Crying isn't gonna make me lessen your punishment pet." He hooked his hand under your arm to yank you up and spin you towards the screen, "You can have cock pet, is that not what you wanted?"

"S-sir, that couple will see…" You sniffled but he harshly pulled you back onto his lap making you gasp loudly when you felt his hard and wet length on your ass. The older woman laughed at the front and you blanched, you wondered if she saw and caught on to what you and Namjoon were doing. You scrambled, but forgot that your arms were bound behind you with the blindfold and she spoke up since it was only you two and them there, "I know! I thought she was dead too!!"

Namjoon laughed, and your nerves were shot to hell: your makeup was smudged and runny, your hair looked as if you slept in for three months, and your clothes were a crinkled mess; the way you left this afternoon is drastically different from how Namjoon has you looking currently. "You can't keep quiet, and it seems like you enjoy fucking up right after I give you such praise for being good. As if you are still trying to be that bratty girl I met two years ago. Such a shame."

You could do nothing more but sob more and throat too strained to let out anything but intelligible phrases, "B-but, I sai-said I was sorry."

"And how many times should I forgive you for being the brattiest bitch I've ever met in my life? I let you slide too many times pet but don't worry, I'm sure that you can make cum still." He coldly stated and pulled your mouth open again to take your ruined panties from earlier to shove them back into your mouth, "Fuck. Seeing you like this is my favorite, but I need you to keep an eye out for the lovely couple down there pet."

He felt you try to turn your head in his hand, but he chuckled again, "No pet. You can ride my cock and make sure they aren't looking, that old man might have been rude, but he might have fun staring at your breasts again." You kept trying to break from his grip to beg him to just wait for your punishment, but he was stronger than you and used his free hand to slide his length into as the hand on your chin tightly covered your mouth to further mask the violent moan/sob falling from your lips.

Once he felt that you adjusted to him inside you, he removed the hand from your mouth to pull your bra down and fully expose you, "Fuck. You like being stripped and fucked in front of people pet?" You nodded your head side to side vehemently but he placed his hand around your neck to pull you into the crook of his neck, "Why are you still lying? Your cunt is getting wetter, do you like being fucked wide open or not?"

You couldn't speak, so you looked over to him and sheepishly nodded up and down. He smiled from what you observe and added, "See, that's my girl, do you see how good it is to be honest with Sir? Things can always go well if you can just obey me. Do you want to move on my cock?"

You nodded and made an animal like sound signaling that you were ready to behave for Namjoon, "Hm, good girl."

He released the grip on your neck to allow you to find an angle so that you could situate your feet and bounce on him properly, once you slid up and back down on him, your bodily noises were carelessly leaving your lips. Namjoon hissed and gripped your hip tight, "Fuck baby, keep doing that, and I'll fill you up soon."

Once you heard that, a fire lit inside you and you tried your best to ride him as well as hit your g-spot so that you both could fall over the edge, your breast bounced as Namjoon roughly massaged the other in his free hand, "God, you are the best pet. Your pussy is molded to fit my cock perfectly, Sir is fuck you so well for the next few days, just you wait."

You loudly moaned, not caring about the movie or the older couple at the bottom the of the theater, they could go to hell for all you cared. Your muffled sobs came back in a brutal onslaught as Namjoon slowed you down and stopped, "I know you're close. Do you want to cum?"

You leaned back into him & yelled through the fabric in your mouth, "Yeth, pleabe!!" Namjoon probably smirked and pet your hair before revealing, "Okay, only if you can make some noise" and with that he pulled your panties from your mouth and slammed you back down on him. "Ah, sir please no!" You whispered, but he acted as if he couldn’t hear you and slowly lifted your hips, letting his dick slip from you, "I can play all night pet, but you have an option: do this and cum or disobey me and I won't touch you for two months."

Tears pooled at your eyes and if your arms weren't bound so tightly, you would have screamed and slapped at his chest, "That's not fair sir! I've done everything I'm supposed to, I want to cum!" Without missing a beat at your tantrum, Namjoon simply stated, "Then show that man down there that this is how you enjoy a movie."

He quickly slipped backed into you before your brain could register what was happening, "Uh, fuck. Sir, please." You kept whimpering and begging, but he wouldn't budge, "Nope. I can cum right now, but I want you to cum as well." He lifted you up and pulled you down forcefully, making you choke up, "Sir…"

Namjoon did for what seemed like forever, your eyes were screwed shut and your face was a mess of tears, makeup, pre-cum, and his spit, "C'mon pet, this must be killing you, almost getting there and being a bitch is taking that delicious orgasm from you. I'm dangling the carrot, just bite it baby."

Your legs were burning, and your body acted as if it only kept up this long due to how close Namjoon brought you to the edge before plucking you away from the cliff, "Okay Sir." Namjoon's posture stiffened, making you fall backward as your pleasure surged through you strongly, "Please let me cum Sir, fuck those old people, I bet they've done crazy stuff too."

Namjoon smiled and sat you up before fucking into you roughly making your mouth stream curses and coax breathy whimpers from you, "Princess?"

"Yes, Sir?" You happily responded at the cute name, “May I cum now?"

He drummed your thigh and whispered into your ear, "Open your eyes and then when I say to cum, cum." You peeled your eyes open, the stark contrast of the bright screen from your squeezing them shut trying to hold in your orgasm, your eyes looked all over the place until your eyes looked, "N-nam-Sir! That man is… he's staring at us!"

Namjoon laughed and placed his hand between your legs to massage your clit, "I know. He's been watching you for a while, now cum." Like clockwork, your mouth let out a strangled gasp, and continued to cry as your orgasm ripped through you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so tight. I'm gonna cum pet, do you want Sir to fill you up with cum?"

"Yes sir, please!!" He obliged and stilled underneath you to pump you full of cum, "Fuck, I hope it doesn't drip out your cunt. I really haven't fucked you in a while." You two were too blissed out to notice that the older male at the base of the theater had his mouth hung open and a hand over what you assumed was his crotch to alleviate the arousal you two brought him.

As the last scene played and credits began to roll, you attempted to stand, but you wobbled and sat back down. Once he undid the makeshift ties on your wrists, you tied it in a way that it made your hair look less mussed, Namjoon laughed, then went to grab a few wet wipes from your purse to make it look like the movie made you cry and not like you just got fucked at a theater in front of a stranger, "Namjoon I look too fucked up. No one will believe the movie did this to me."

He ignored you and touched up a few more spots on your face before collecting your soiled panties and wrinkled top so you could at least walk out with only one less item of clothing on, "Nah, you look good. I bet that old man is going to have a great night now." You blushed and went to smack his bicep, "Shut up!! I'm never talking about this again, where was his wife!? She like disappeared for ten minutes… Oh God, we can never come here again! They're gonna think we're sex freaks!"

"I mean, that is accurate for people that fuck in a movie theater don't you think." Namjoon had such a vastly different duality, you wondered why you were as cool as he was, "…Well, yeah. But let's just go! I don't want to see his face, I'm just gonna duck out."

When you two walked out of the theater, you saw the woman minus her better half (gladly), "Oh, you two! Hi, how did you like the movie, dear did it make you cry?"

You choked up and Namjoon spoke up for you, "Aha, yes. My girl is a crier, I'm just glad she wasn't too loud for you." The older woman just smiled and carried on with the conversation like she really heard nothing and Namjoon's veiled statement made you blush, "Oh, darling! There is no need to be shy, I thought I heard a few sobs, but then these moans came out of nowhere… I swear that movie was not supposed to have a sex scene! These movies nowadays are so filthy."

You moved entirely behind Namjoon to hide your face and meekly spoke from behind him, "I-I know, we thought it was PG-13, but who knows…" Your boyfriend finding the humor in all, placed you back in front of him to put both arms around you as the two of you faced this woman, "Well, um, Ms. Hyesun was it?"

"Oh, yes son, Song Hyesun! I guess we should introduce each other, you two are Namjoon and ____ right?" She perked up and you both nodded. "So Ms. Song where did your lovely husband go? We noticed that you weren't in there for the last ten or so minutes?" Namjoon slyly asked, obviously not drawing attention to himself as he was just a nice, young man asking a simple question, but your insides were doing backflips.

"Hmm, well when I heard the first moan, I walked right out and tried to find an usher, but I believe that young man thought I was senile and told me that entire room was rented out. Can you believe the audacity of him to tell me that there were no sex scenes in that movie and I must have went to the wrong room? I know what I heard in theater six, some of these youths…" She explained and inwardly you sighed and thought, "Thank you Jackson for being the world's worst cinema attendant."

Namjoon continued to indulge her, coyly enjoying that she tried to make a fuss of you two with no support, "So I'm guessing your husband is giving that attendant a stern chat?" Hyesun laughed and rubbed his arm for an uncomfortably long time, just long enough to make you think these people were the real sex freaks and try to find adults in their mid-20's to have sex or something. "Ahem, yes mam. My boyfriend and I were wondering that as well. I hope he isn't too harsh on the poor boy." You voiced, emphasizing that you and Namjoon were together, making the cougar retract her claws from your oblivious boyfriend.

"Well, yes." She curtly added, moving to put her arms crossed over her chest as if annoyed with you before continuing, "He told me to leave and find the attendant, but then he stepped out and called me to get him this special popcorn, so I must have missed the ending. It's okay, he'll fill me in I'm sure." You turned to look at Namjoon and he just smirked, "Oh, Ms. Song, there he is now!"

The older man walked over looking directly at the floor and his wife in no way casual, "Oh no, sweetie! What happened to your pants? Don't tell me that the attendant got nasty with you."

He cleared his throat and mumbled something, but you were curious as to what she meant, and your wandering eye caught up with what Hyesun was talking about. He had a faint, but very noticeable spot on his pants, right where his di-, "Oh so, your wife tells us you enjoyed the movie. But If I had known there would have been a sex scene, I would have suggested you visit another film." Namjoon smugly added and Ms. Song crooned, but her husband just muttered again, leaving Namjoon to cockily keep pushing, "You know, I'm sorry for the crude talk Ms. Song, but the scene was just beautiful. The cinematography of the young woman fighting submission so passionately really spoke to her character. Although, in the end her needs were in the hands of this man that enjoys control, and the way she played into the roles so well definitely deserves some credit. Her rewards for that performance must be something great, I can believe that."

You were blushing again and your lips were fastened between your teeth trying not to beam in a way that would give away the truth behind that statement that you did a good job and he was proud of you, "Yes. The scene was probably difficult for the actress, but she held her own. It was a little fuss when that guy was secretly watching them though, what a shame…" It was your turn to have fun, the older man's face reddened more and his wife listened, fascinated in what you had to say, "Oh my! Someone was watching them in such an intimate embrace? How did that go over for you two? I know my husband was on the phone with me, so he must not have seen it, but we're older, how would you two feel if that was really you?"

"Oh, it would be so creepy and gross, who wants an old pervert watching them?" You aired, making the man look back to the ground but Namjoon, always the contrarian, prodded further, "Yeah, it would be a bit unnerving to see someone quietly getting off on lovemaking, but they were in public baby, how did they not expect for someone to watch? I bet they got their rocks off seeing her break down her strong role to that of a submissive pet. I guess it shows that strong, female leads still want to have fun and play the game. She was bored being the leader all the time and having someone watching her display this hidden side of her aroused her more and you could really tell; it's like she wasn't acting and needed that in her life."

The woman was just delighted at his words and finally spoke, "Wow, what a great concept when you two reason it like that. I guess I was wrong about the movie and I should go apologize to the attendant, maybe even give him a tip. I am turning into a bitter, old lady after all." Her husband quickly reassured her, "No! I mean, my love, it's alright. They described it well enough, we won't have to see it again! It was nice meeting you two, have a lovely rest of your night."

You fanned the flames one last time as they were walking away, "Bye sir! I hope you and your wife have an interesting evening as well!" Namjoon held you tighter, laughed loudly, and then kissed you on your forehead, "You are perfect. I love you, Princess."

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Now let's go before we're on the local news. My legs feel sticky…"

A/N: don’t ask for a part two or updates, lemme know what you think!

[polygamyff]

Prologue

Stepping out of my Porsche, looking up at one of the tallest hotels we own right in New York city. Unfastening the top button of my shirt “sir, shall I park your car?” the valet rushed over to me “please” placing my hands in my pockets as I walked towards the hotel entrance, I abruptly stopped in my tracks letting the couple leave before me “thank you” the lady said to me “Maurice” the doorman bowed his head to me “Steve” walking by him and into the hotel, this is one of my favourite places, it holds many memories. Memories I deem the best ever, I like to savour those memories. Walking towards the dining hall, the staff here all know me and it is because I am always here “is he here?” I asked the waiter “yes he is, he is sat in the booth in the corner” smiling a little, for the most part I spend my days in this hotel but then again I don’t really spend much time in any place, seeing my younger brother. He has made himself comfortable with morning breakfast “Maurice” Malik waved at me, he shuffled out of the booth for me. It’s not always I see him “Malik, looking hungover as always” hugging my brother “well, I heard some things and I had to see you” moving back from the hug “you one slick nigga” he pointed in my face “just sit down” walking around him, sitting down in the booth “I got you breakfast, we got time. I am here, you’re here. Now I want to know what the hell my brother been up too? You want to know who told me? Nobody, I caught you slipping. Now speak” clearing my throat “well I hope you get comfortable with this story, brother, I am going to start right from when it was Kellen wedding day” it’s about to be one hell of a story, I could write a book about it.

Locking my car door, my family home is not a place I try to come home too. Family politics, there is a lot of that in this home. The door is already open wide, free for all in this place but I guess that is what rich folk be like and that includes me. Being the middle child but first son, everything fell into my lap. My sister was not happy but I am the golden child but that shit came at a price. I turned twenty five, my dad showed me the hotels we owned, the hotels that were passed down to him, these hotels have been in the family for years. Things were not easy, my dad loves the money, he loves it so much he used me in his endeavours. He wanted to get into real estate, I am the eldest son. My dad made it known, it’s all mine but while my dad was making his deals, he sold me off. He arranged me a marriage, one minute I am speaking to this girl and the next I am married, it happened so quickly for me. It didn’t bother me at first because I wasn’t really dating anyone, I tried to tell my dad no but my dad is not a guy that accepts a no. Naomi’ dad and mine are the same people, like they wanted some power couple with a powerful family line. My dad signed a few hotels over to me as a present, he was the happiest but yet I was like what the fuck.

This home is just bad vibes “mom” placing my car key on the side, my mom don’t love us. She was just happy to have a son to take over the company, that is all they wanted. It’s powered by money, I am not the way they think I am. Malik was pretty much just around but he doesn’t care for the life, he wants the perks and that is it “mom” I shouted again, my mom’ Chihuahuas came running at me, I know my mom will be here or around “go away, ugly things” walking into the living room “could have replied, I was shouting around” my mom looked up at me like a deer caught in headlights “I didn’t hear you, come here my boy” my mom waved me over, I want to be annoyed with her but I can’t because that is my mom. She can’t help my dad’ old ass pays her ass, I mean who would want to stay with a man that demands shit every second of the day.

Kissing my mom’ cheek as I sat down across from my mom “it’s nice to see you actually come home to me” smiling wide “mhmm nice to be here, in this home” my mom sighed out heavily “you are never happy with me, this is still your home” lifting my hood up on my hoodie “you have what, ten bedrooms and you made me get a home for what? Noami would have been no problem to you but now she is in that home alone and here all of the time” she knows I am right, she made us move for what “she complained to her father, then your father complained to me. She wanted her space, she felt you left her here to be with me but you’re the same anyways” taking in a deep breath rubbing my temples “I am home with her every weekend, I am literally there. Just during the week I have things to do, it’s me. I am the one looking after our empire but you here acting like I purposely do shit” she knows nothing my mother “I thought I could hear your mouth, still no Maurice spawn” here comes my sister, the bitch that cannot get married.

Scratching my chin in annoyance “what does it got to do with you?” I shouted in annoyance “because I think daddy’ golden child is firing blanks, it’s been five years. Mom we have spoke on this, have we not. You are supposed to be bringing a child into this, you didn’t marry her for the fun of it. It wasn’t love it was done so our family and their family become one, that shit ain’t even happening. We may need to give it to Malik” if I could I would slap my sister “no, Maurice is the eldest son. He knows, it’s been five years son. Not one baby, she lost a baby but I don’t think you care enough. You need to bring an heir to the table, this happened to me. Nalah is my baby but your father wanted a boy” this is why I hate this family “you all sound white as shit, I don’t give a fuck about this heir. Y’all do, it’s stupid” my mom shook her head “once you accept how this works then you will be able to get my daughter in law pregnant, you take her to a specialist” I hate these people, they are very much brainwashed “I didn’t ask for this, you are trying to make this happen. Dad arranged a marriage like a sick man he is” shuffling off of the couch a little, sitting on the edge of the couch “he is your father, he is thinking of you and your future! Look how secure you will be, see the bigger picture. Just do what your dad wants you to do, either you can’t give us that or she can’t” this is just sickening.

Naomi complaining to her dad on me, now she knows why I be busy “your mom told me you was here” the woman herself “how come you didn’t come home?” that is a good question, I wanted to stay here and not there. I feel bad because we are both in this, she probably didn’t want me but I assume it’s a lie. She loves me, she even said it “you’re annoyed with me? I can tell” clearing my throat “just hate being lied too, meaning you telling your dad things” Naomi’ face dropped “it’s not that, it’s just you know how it is. I am ovulating so it’s the best time for us to have sex” scheduled sex, something that is a turn off for me “we have the appointment coming up so we can finally find out, Shawn!” running by my wife to my friend “my man!” my friend opened his arms to me “my nigga!” I spat hugging him “you know I don’t like that word” hearing my dad say, I knew he was around “yeah Mr Davenport, we will be good” Shawn said to him “Maurice, how the hell are you. I am so happy, Kellen night out before his wedding” nodding my head as I started to walk outside, I need a good night out because it’s been so long. Stepping outside “I am glad you came, get me out of there” Shawn busted out laughing “still running from them, don’t blame you. I keep telling you, throw it in but I know they will make sure they take everything from you” that is what I know, my family ain’t shit.