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natti-ice · 7 months ago

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His Onlyfans Girl- Eddie Munson.

Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Eddie Munson x onlyfansgirl!fem!reader

Summary: your best friend’s father becomes one of your subscribers on onlyfans, when you confront him about it things get a little heated. (3.7k words)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, modern AU! age gap (Eddie is late 40’s, reader is in her 20’s), masturbation, pornography, confrontation, slut shaming, arguing, oral (f receiving), p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie.

Author’s note: this is a continuation of this post!

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When he heard about this "onlyfans" thing he rolled his eyes and brushed it off thinking it was just another porn site. He normally sticks to what he likes and what he knows is reliable, but he kept seeing things online about onlyfans and wanted to see what all the hype was about.

He scrolled down the main page and saw all the random women posing in scandal clad clothes, pretty faces that he'd forget in five seconds once he scrolled past. All of the accounts were locked because he had to subscribe to them and he didn't see a reason to pay for porn when he could get it for free. He scrolled and scrolled until something jumped out at him, your page. He couldn't believe it, you and his daughter had been friends for a long time and he had no idea you were doing these things on the internet.

He immediately kept scrolling and tried to pretend he didn't see that...but part of him was curious. He sighed and scrolled back up and clicked on your account. He knew it was wrong in every sense of the word but fuck, he couldn't look away. He couldn't see anything at all because he wasn't subscribed to your page, he had a strong feeling in his body and he knew exactly what it was. Desire.

His mind raced with a million reasons why he shouldn't do it but his urges were just too strong, he caved and put in his credit card information and subscribed to your onlyfans. His eyes lit up when he saw all of your photos and videos, he knew he would regret this in the morning but he didn't give a fuck. He needed to get off, get off looking at your body.

He could feel his heart pounding out of his chest as he saw you laid out before him on his screen, he always thought you were attractive but this was a whole other level. He could hardly blink because he was afraid he would miss a detail of your body, you were perfect to him, your body was like it had been crafted by god himself just for Eddie to admire. His hand found its way into his boxers as he memorized every line of your figure, the curve of your breasts, the shape of your hips and how they lead perfectly to your pussy.

He started to stroke himself faster as he clicked one of your solo masturbation videos, he breathing became more labored the faster he pumped his cock, he couldn't tear his eyes off of dildo that stretched you out. He wished that was him, that he was your toy, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to bring you pleasure. "Fuck" he whispers under his breath as he feels his orgasm nearing rapidly, he works himself faster until he finally released all over his hand. He falls back into his pillow, he pants hard as he desperately tries to fill his lungs with air, when he comes to his senses he realizes what he had done.

He quickly clears away the website, he deletes his search history praying that no one will ever find out about his taboo acts tonight...especially not his daughter. Guilt and slight paranoia sets in as he thinks about the consequences he would face if she found out, he knew this would hurt her and that was the last thing he would ever want to do, he cursed himself for being so weak and giving into his desires. He took a deep breath and tried to erase you from his mind as he wiped himself clean with a tissue and laid his head down to rest, he closes his eyes and very slowly drifts off to sleep. His dreams were plagued with the images of your body, making for a very restless night.

The next morning you woke up to the sun beaming through the curtains filling the room up with a warm light, it was just like every other morning, you allowed your eyes to focus and adjust to the brightness before reaching over and grabbing your phone off the nightstand. You unlock your phone and do your daily check of social media, you scroll through different timelines on various apps to catch up on any news you missed while you slept. When you've had your fair share of meme consumption you take a trip over to your onlyfans account, when you started it a few months ago it was just as a little way to make some extra cash apart from your regular 9-5, but you soon started to gain a following and it became your biggest source of income. You didn't find anything wrong with what you were doing, everyone needs to get by somehow plus you had a lot of fun making your videos, not to mention the positive attention really boosted your confidence.

You scroll through your new notifications, you read all of the comments and saw who liked your posts, you checked out the accounts that had just subscribed to your page most of which go by pseudonyms to remain anonymous. Everything seemed normal until you saw it... "Ed Munson" had subscribed to your onlyfans. Your heart sunk to your stomach and you immediately sat up in bed, you couldn't believe what you were seeing, was this really him? You frantically clicked on the account to find anything to prove it wasn't him, but you were met with a blank page, no profile picture, no bio, absolutely nothing.

Your hands started to shake with nerves as thousands of questions run through your head, maybe it was someone else? If it is him, why did he subscribe to your account? Oh god, what if she finds out? How many Ed Munsons could there be You couldn't believe this for a second, you had known Ed since you were eighteen that's when you first became friends with his daughter, you and her met in a college math class and instantly clicked. You would go over to their place to hang out and he was always kind to you whenever you spoke, but he always kept things brief because he didn't want either of you to feel like he was barging in on your fun. Never once did he ever show that he was interested in you sexually or try to make any advances on you, he was a respectable man and a man that you could trust, but this, this threw you for a loop.

You got out of bed and tried to forget about what you saw, it really couldn't have been him... at least that's what you tried to convince yourself of. You went through your normal morning routine because you had to be at work in an hour but all you could think about was this situation, you were very open with her about your onlyfans and its content but this would crush her. You swore to yourself that you wouldn't let her know about her father paying to see your explicit content, you felt so bad just thinking about how this could affect your friendship, and losing her was something you couldn't afford.

Once you finished getting dressed you grabbed all of your stuff and headed out the door, you got into your car and started it, as you waited for it to warm up you tried to think of a way to make this situation better. You knew it was probably best to leave it alone and pretend it didn't happen but something in you was dying to know just why he decided to subscribe to your account when there are thousands to choose from. Despite your better judgment, you couldn't handle the not knowing part and decided to go straight to the source, you pulled out of your driveway and set off to the Munson residence. Your heart raced as you got closer to the house, there was still a possibility that it wasn't even him and if it wasn't then this already awkward situation would become even worse.

Your hands start to sweat as you grip the steering wheel tightly, you're so anxious about what will come of this, whatever it is can't be good. You pull into the Munson's driveway and shut off the engine, you stare at the front door through the windshield for what feels like an eternity before unbuckling your seat belt and stepping out of your car. You take a deep breath and rehearse what you're going to say to him in your head as you walk up the pavement that leads to the door, you raise a shake hand to the polished wood and knock three times.

Eddie was in the kitchen sipping his morning coffee when he heard the knock, he wondered who could be popping in so early, he let out a sigh as he sets him mug down and heads to the front door. You hear the click of the lock being turned before it was opened revealing the man you were looking for. When he saw you his heart immediately fell to his stomach and images of the night before rushed to the front of his mind, he thought he was dreaming because you were the last person he expected to see this morning.

He quickly composes himself and speaks as nonchalantly as possible "Oh uh hey, Y/N, what are you doing here? She left for class an hour ago-"

You take in his appearance, he definitely had just rolled out of bed because he was still in his pajamas and his hair was a bit messy. His smile lines were deep, showing his older age and years of laughter and joy he must've experienced, you could tell he also hadn't shaved in a few days by the salt and pepper stubble on his face. He wasn't an ugly man by any means, in fact, you'd known him to have a few girlfriends over the couple of years you'd known him. His daughter told you he never wanted to get married because being held down to one person just wasn't his style, you never said anything about it but often wondered if he was very lonely.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Munson, I'm not here for her," you start and immediately feel your mouth become dry with nerves as you realize what you're about to accuse him of. "I need to talk to you."

Shit, she knows he thought to himself, he knew he would get caught at some point but not this soon, he nods slightly and steps to the side allowing you access to his home "Please, come in." The tension in the air was so thick you could almost grab it with your hands, you walk into the door and step into the medium-sized living room that was furnished with a couch, recliner, and a flatscreen mounted to the wall. You walked over and took a seat on the suede sofa and he follows behind you taking a seat next to you but keeping a respectable distance. You could hear your heart beating as you fidget with your fingers working up the courage to speak up "So, Mr. Munson-"

"Please, call me Eddie" he cuts you off

You look up at him, his big brown eyes staring back into yours, "Eddie... do you know what I do for work?" You ask him while trying to find any sign of discomfort in his expression

fuck. "You work in retail don't you?" He replies referring to your normal day job

You sigh softly, he's gonna make you say it, "Well, yes I do but-" you pause and look down at your hands, you couldn't look at him when you said this "But... I also do onlyfans."

"Oh" he blurts out, he didn't expect you to be so straightforward about it "I- I've heard about that before... I didn't know you did that sorta thing." He lied through his teeth, his palms started to sweat and he awkwardly wiped them on his pajama pants.

You look up at him and see the blush in his cheeks had become more prominent, you tried so hard to not show your emotions on your face as he lied straight to your face but you couldn't help but grimace "Right." You say flatly "Well this is awkward but... I know you subscribed to my page" You said it. You actually said it. The words hung in the air for a moment before he spoke

"What? I wouldn't do-" he starts to protest but you cut him off

"Please, don't lie to me. It'll just make things worse"

You can see the gears turning in his head as he debates on coming clean, he knows it's the right thing to do but fuck, it was so difficult.

He sighs, he had been caught. "Okay, yes I did subscribe but I- I can explain" he knew he couldn't but he was gonna try his best. "You see, I went on the website and I was looking at all the different models and uh, I subscribed to a page and didn't realize it was you till afterwards" he didn't sound too convinced himself and by the look on your face he knew you weren't buying it. He swallows the spit that was starting to fill his mouth "I'm sorry... I hope you can forgive me"

"Look I don't want to pry into your personal life or anything but I really can't have you looking at my pictures...what if she finds out?"

Something about the mention of his daughter puts him in defense mode, he straightens his posture slightly and speaks in a lower deep voice "What I do in my private time has nothing to do with my daughter. It's none of her business."

You're taken aback by his shortness with you, you've never seen this side of him before "Are you serious? If she finds out about this it would crush her, I'm not gonna have you ruin my friendship just because you're a pervert." You realize what you just said but it was too late, you didn't mean it, well you didn't mean to say it out loud. There were just so many emotions running through you, you couldn't stop yourself.

He scoffs "Excuse me? Young lady I'm no pervert," he crosses his arms in front of his broad chest "I'm not the one selling naked pictures online."

Your mouth drops open slightly, you couldn't believe what he just said to you, but you weren't going to hold back now. "Oh, I bet you didn't have a problem with it when you were getting off to me last night" Your tone was full of sass and was also slightly raised, he was starting to piss you off with his lack of concern so you decided to test him "what if I told her, huh? What if I spilled your dirty little secret?"

His heart sunk, and his anger level began rising at your proposal, he wouldn't let you do that to him...his daughter means everything to him and he wasn't going to let one mistake ruin their relationship. "Don't fucking threaten me, I told you she doesn't need to know anything. I don't need a little slut like you trying to ruin my life, now if you will, get out of my house." He stands up abruptly and grabs you by the arm pulling you up and dragging you towards the door. You try to pull your arm away from his grasp but he doesn't let you go, you plant your feet as best as you can on the linoleum making it harder for him to pull you.

"I'm not going anywhere, we're not done talking about this" you protest

"Well I am." He says with finality "Matter fact, I don't want you to hang around my daughter anymore, clearly, you aren't the sweet innocent girl I thought you were."

This angered you, he had no right to dictate who you could be friends with, his daughter is an adult and he's acting like you're going to corrupt his precious Angel. Before you could think you brought your hand up to slap him but he caught you by the wrist and pulled you into his chest, he looked down at you, rage filling his eyes as he whispered harshly "Don't you dare." Your knees almost gave out on you by the sheer force of his movement, you were so close to his face you could smell the coffee that lingered on his breath. This awoke something in you, something that you knew would bring you nothing but trouble, but oh, would it be worth it. Your eyes flicker down to his lips then back to his eyes before slowly leaning in, Eddie stands still and doesn't move a muscle as he watches you lean in. You gently brush your lips against his, giving him an out in case he didn't want this but he doesn't put up any resistance, you connect your lips together in what starts as a soft kiss but quickly escalates.

His hands grip your waist tightly as he slides his tongue into your mouth, he slowly guides you back to the couch and lays you down before climbing on top of you. You knew this was wrong, he's your best friend's father for Christ's sake, but you knew you couldn't stop this from happening...you needed it to happen. He slips off your shoes leaving you in your socks, you moan softly into the kiss as you feel his hands unbuttoning your pants, the thought of him seeing you naked made you wet, he pulls down your pants and your panties at the same time exposing your lower half. He breaks away from the kiss and sits up a little, he grabs your legs and spreads them apart. "Fuck," he mutters as he takes in the sight of your glistening pussy "It's even better than the photos."

He dips his head between your thighs and begins to feast on your sensitive flesh, you let out a moan as his tongue flicks your clit softly, the prickling of his stubble against your skin sends a shiver down your spine as the pleasure builds within you. "Oh god," you say breathlessly as you feel your orgasm coming, his hands tighten their grip on your thighs and he looks deep into your eyes as he continues his relentless assault on your folds. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you gently rub yourself against his tongue as you go over the edge, your body trembles beneath his touch, and your pitiful whimpers fill the living room as you ride out your high. When he feels you've had enough he comes up for air, he takes a few breaths before attaching his lips to yours once again.

Your taste on his lips is intoxicating, the severity of this entire situation has heightened all of your senses making all of this even more pleasurable for you, you would regret this for the rest of your life but who cares right now? You're about to get fucked. Eddie pulled down his pajama pants revealing his hard, throbbing cock, he strokes it a few times before whispering huskily against your mouth "Get on all fours." You nod and flip over, you rest your forearms on the arm of the couch and arch your back to give him better access, he grabs hold of your hip with one hand and uses the other to guide his dick to your entrance.

He slowly slips himself into your tight hole, you let out a shaky gasp as his thickness stretches you out, he groans as he slowly starts to buck his hips "So fucking tight, baby" he picks up speed slowly before giving it his all, you can't hold back anything as he fucks you hard, all of your moans and whines fly from your mouth without a care. Eddie wraps his fingers around your hair and yanks you back to him making you arch your back even more as you turn your head to look at him. "How's this cock feel?" You could hear all of his lust for you in those words over the sound of slapping skin" Better than that fucking toy huh?" He asks rhetorically before releasing your hair and pounding into you even harder.

As you feel all of your limbs shake as he pleasure you, you hear him say all sorts of dirty things out loud like "Should post this for your fans" and "You take cock so well", you don't have the will to reply because your brain can't form any coherent thoughts. Your heart was racing a mile a minute after your third orgasm, Eddie's groans became louder and his breathing much heavier as he was about to cum, "s-shit" he stuttered out, his hips bucking hard against your ass as he unleashed his seed into you. He loosens his grip on your hips and slowly pulls out of you leaving a trail of his cum to drip on the couch, he slumps back onto the couch and pants hard, he wipes some sweat off his forehead before looking over at you as you flip back over.

It was like he came back to his senses immediately after he came, his eyes widened before he buried his face into his hands "fuck- what have I done?" you could hear his muffled voice cry out, he fucked up big time and there's nothing to do to change it. He sighs and looks up but he averts your gaze, "Not a word about this to anyone, agreed?"

You swallow hard before nodding, "Agreed." You felt terrible about what just happened. "I- I'm sorry about this." You apologize weakly

"Don't be," his voice was calming but still raspy from the sex "It's not all your fault. We'll pretend this never happened."

You reach for your pants and try to put them on as quickly as possible, fuck you think as you remember you have work and you're now an hour late, "I've gotta get going" you say as you stand up and quickly button up your pants and slip on your shoes and stand up, you look down at him laid out on the couch. "I'll see you later?"

He looks up at you, clearly debating what to say, he sighs before saying, "Yeah, see you later."

You give him a final nod before quickly walking towards the door.

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odiesdayoff · 5 months ago

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Fly Boy

Pair: Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frustrated with Neil's rule about the employees being required to cosplay, you decide to mess with him.

Warnings: SMUT; 18+; Neil is a bit pathetic and mean at points; he can't find the clit but has a big dick lol

“Surely, you’ve seen something by Milos Foreman.” Neil held a stack of VHS that needed to be reset. It was mostly older stuff, you saw the worn copy of Persona in the middle. He and Jonathan had a heated argument (or discussion, as they referred to it) about why the customer would stop watching in the middle, but you understood. Only the men deeply involved in film could possibly enjoy something so bad. Too trained to think black and white meant that it was a good movie automatically.

You shrugged, continuing to put the tapes on the shelf. “Never heard of him.” Paisa slid in right next to the edge of the shelf and The Red and The White. Only this place would have a section dedicated to foreign language war films. Like it would kill him to buy a copy of Shrek 2.

He nearly dropped the tapes on the counter and looked at you as if you just admitted to a horrible crime. “How have you never heard of him? One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest? The Fireman’s Ball? ” Just because you heard of the movie didn’t mean you knew every production assistant’s name. You watched movies for fun. They just weren’t your taste.

“More like The Fireman’s Balls.” You stifled a laugh at your own joke, though Neil was far from impressed or amused at all.

He put a tape into the rewinder and shook his head. “We’re gonna fix that. This Saturday.”

“Can’t do this Saturday.” He continued his quite bewildered stare at you. Of course, he forgot. “It’s your little Star Wars marathon night.”

He nodded with realization. “Right.”

His slight frown made you feel guilty, as it always did. Somehow, the grown man always managed to use puppy eyes on you successfully. “We’ll watch them. Soon.” He continued to rewind the tapes with a smile.

Star Wars wasn’t exactly your cup of tea. Boring was the descriptive term that rested on the tip of your tongue whenever the topic was brought up in the store. Not that you would ever admit that out loud. All three of them gave you a college-level lecture when you suggested that the Chanel boots-wearing Luke might have been into men. God forbid you had fun.

The costumes for women were slim, at least they were on Amazon. Your options were Padme, Leia, Rey, or some random obscure character from a show or cartoon you’d never heard of. A part of you wanted to make felt ears and be Jar Jar Binks just to piss them off.

There was still a way to mess with them, Neil especially. Hopefully, the extra you paid for overnight shipping was worth it and actually pulled through.

By Saturday, you walked into Gumshoe with a large coat covering your costume. You braided your hair to the best of your abilities, trying to get as accurate as possible. The fabric of the costume was uncomfortable, digging into your skin and surely leaving marks you’d feel for days after.

Nerds crowded the small store, much more than usual. It was events like this one that made you reconsider your employment and how much you were a fan of movies in general. A Darth Vader brushed by you with a red solo cup of beer. Not many women were there, other than a few of the regulars dressed as Padme and Ahsoka.

Neil, in Han Solo’s iconic white shirt with the navy blue vest (the version from Return of the Jedi ), waved you over to join the couch with him, Jonathan, and Lucian. A New Hope was in the VHS player and ready to start, the original cut before George Lucas made revisions of course. He was so proud of winning the Etsy bid for the original set of VHS tapes.

You dropped the coat as you walked over and draped it on the front counter, locking eyes with the group as the costume was finally revealed: The bikini Leia wears at the beginning of Return of the Jedi. A part of you was anxious about the amount of skin you were showing and the people who were staring daggers into you. All you cared about was Neil’s reaction.

None of them said a word as you sat down on the couch next to them. “So, when’s this movie going to start?” Three pairs of eyes just looked back at you, more specifically, how your breasts bounced when you sat down and the thin straps that held the cloth that covered your panties. All you wore to work were t-shirts and jeans, along with the occasional tank top that left much to the imagination. You leaned over to the table and took the can of beer that Neil had been drinking, bringing it to your lips.

Neil cleared his throat. “Um, right now, actually.” He called everyone to the couches and rug, made a quick introduction to the night and thanked everyone for coming, then started the movie. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hands were clasped in front of his crotch and the bulge he was trying to hide.

Another person, dressed as Obi-Wan Kenobi in the third film, sat next to you. Only fifteen minutes in, he did the classic “fake yawn” in order to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He wasn’t slick, but as much as you noticed the attempt at flirting, Neil did as well. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, turning his attention back to the movie and trying not to make his glances towards you too obvious.

The can of beer didn’t last you too long, only until they were in the trash compactor. There was no way that you would get through the rest of these movies sober and a half-can of beer wasn’t going to get you there.

You got up and walked to the storage closet, where you knew that a full case of beer was hidden. Finally alone, you pulled out a can and opened it, allowing the lukewarm liquid to coat your throat. The beer was still a bit disgusting, but it got the job done. “What the fuck are you wearing, Princess?”

Neil stood in the doorway, closing the door behind him. You shrugged, even though you knew that he knew you were getting to him on purpose. “I’m participating. You never let me live down the Lord of the Rings night when I wore my regular clothes.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to whore yourself out and wear practically nothing.”

“It’s accurate, not whoring out. Are you mad that I’m wearing it or that people are looking at me in it? What is it, Fly-boy?” You crossed your arms, unknowingly pushing your breasts together and creating more cleavage than there already was.

He ran a hand through his hair. “Christ, Y/n.” His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours. It was a side of him you’d never seen before, his eyes were dark and only focused on you. Your back hit the wall and Neil’s hands traveled lower, pulling the string that held the bra together and ripping fabric until it fell to the floor.

“Now, beg me to fuck you like the whore that you’ve been parading yourself as all night. I know that’s what you want.” His hot breath burned your neck as he trailed his lips from your mouth to your collarbone. His words cut deeply, like nothing you’d expect to come from his mouth. Who knew sweet Neil could turn into this?

You nodded. “Please, Neil. I need you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He moaned against your skin as you spoke and hastily unbuckled his belt, freeing his aching cock. You untied the bottom of your costume and dropped your panties with it.

His chest pressed against yours and you winced as the cold wall came in contact with your bare skin. He wasted no time in lining his tip with your entrance and pushing in, softly moaning into your neck. “You’re so warm. You’re not a whore, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Fuck.”

So, he really was all talk. Once he felt the touch of a woman, he became a needy mess. “It’s okay, Neil. Just, ah!” It was now that you finally understood the saying about nerdy boys and the size of their cocks, feeling him hit spots you didn’t know existed. You only hoped that the ongoing battle within whatever galaxy or solar system was louder than both of your unholy gasps and moans.

You would never hear the end of it if Jonathan or Lucian heard. They gave you enough shit for Neil’s unbelievably obvious crush on you that you chose to avoid on behalf of keeping peace in the store. Clearly, you had failed miserably in that aspect. Look at Neil’s cute face.

Not to mention his cock. The same cock currently driving into you and knocking the wind from your lungs. Neil fucked into you like he was on a time limit, chasing his climax and nearly sinking his teeth into your bare shoulder. “Your tits are mesmerizing.” You held back a laugh at his comment, reaching down to your clit before he slapped your hand away. “No, let me do it.”

A part of you wanted to deny it, but you let him. He blindly reached down and rubbed your labia, thinking he was on the money. You squeezed your eyes shut and gently guided his fingers to your clit, jolting when he found the right spot. “Oh, Neil…so good.”

His pace slowed and became less controlled. “I’m so close, sweetheart.”

“You’ll pull out, right?” He bit his lip and nodded. By the way he held tightly onto your hips and breathed in your scent, you knew that he barely heard your request.

The suspicion turned into fact when he stilled, pushing himself further into you as he came. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll pay for the pill. You’re just…so warm.”

You nodded along with him, not caring as you crossed the finish line as well. As you both came down from the high, the realization kicked in. He tucked himself in his boxers and buttoned his pants. You picked up your shirt, well, bra. The straps were broken. “Shit, Neil. I can’t wear this.”

He furrowed his brows, then rummaged through one of the boxes in the corner of the room. A large, baby blue t-shirt with the Gumshoe logo on it was in his hands. “Put this on. Say you got too cold.”

You caught the shirt and put it on, watching the fabric fall to your knees. “Great.”

“You still look sexy.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down.

You rolled your eyes. “What does Leia say to Han Solo? Nerf-Herder? You’re that."

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romanreignseater · 1 year ago

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This Is Cinema.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; consensual pornography & rough times 🤫.

“You know what they say about the Bloodline, them boys make CINEMA!!”

A/N: That Jimmy fic is on hold until further notice 😤 (that boy made me so mad). I do have another Jey fic, but this was TOOO good for me to not upload first!! Hope you enjoy 💋!!”

GIF: @jeygif

Another day of work, another asshole to deal with.

Or so you thought.

Working as “pornstar”, but your preferred term of “adult film star”, was something you didn’t see yourself doing when you were a teen. The idea of getting nude in front of a camera with loads of crew surrounding as you do something that seems so sacred was weird to you back then. But, once college didn’t work out, you had other plans.

One of your homegirls who started off doing porn and soon ventured into the world of OnlyFans gave you the idea to start. And honestly… it was one of the best decisions you’ve made!!

You were soon living lavishly in Tampa, Florida, with $6 million to your name, the most gorgeous mansion, a brand new bright pink Range Rover, the cutest teacup poodle named Rex, food in your fridge, and bills paid. All in under a year.

Regardless of what people may say about you on the internet�� sweetheart they were paying your bills.

You were working with some of the best in the industry and millions of views on those videos. Your career seemed to be at its pinnacle, but your manager informed you that there was a group of men starting off in the industry and absolutely taking over. In a little over five months, they were rated the top pornstars in the world.

Hundreds of millions of views on each of their videos and numerous women wanting to start a career just to be able to be near them. Working with them would not only boost your career even further, but to get a chance to fuck a handsome ass Samoan, yes please. In the words of your manager, “We gotta get that dick.”

An interesting choice of words, but you trusted every piece of advice she gave you. Soon, you were on a flight to the ATL to meet up with one of the members of the infamous group.

Doing your research the night prior to your flight, there were three brothers and a cousin. Roman, the cousin, was the oldest and definitely the biggest. A set of twins, Jimmy and Jey, and their younger brother, Solo, who didn’t look so little.

Roman was the one who wasn’t the most booked, as he only worked with the best of the best. Viewers only seeing his work every once in a while. But, when he dropped a video you knew it was gonna be heat. The absolute passion in his strokes and darkness in his eyes made you bite your lip at his raw manly magnitude.

Jimmy was fairly booked, with his whole month practically full. Most of his content involved acting with a lot of backstory. Really diving deep into massive rounds of role play and foreplay. That boy didn’t play games once that time came around though.

Next was Solo. He was working with a lot of underground stars and still reaching the levels of the ones older than him. Yet, he picked up those levels quick. Reaching the heights of his family and making women reach their climax at the same time.

But, the one who really caught your eyes was Jey. He was the definition of your ideal man. His warm-looking tan skin, his beautiful curly mullet, sexy ass style, big meaty thighs and muscles, and those grills. The way he fucked made you shrivel in your panties. He was a beast with a lot of mouth, just the way you liked it. His style consisted more of an interview at the beginning with a little foreplay and then straight to business. Asking girls about what turns them on the most and what he’s gonna do to them. Making each and every woman who set foot near him blush heavily.

And let’s not get started about that dick.

Definitely a 9-incher, big and heavy looking balls that laid nicely underneath his cock. A luscious pink mushroom tip, with meaty veins that trailed down to his trimmed hair. Now, it’s getting really hot and the thoughts of what he could do to you couldn’t stop dancing around your head.

After some more internet stalking, the time flew by and your flight approached.

Knowing that he stayed in ATL made you absolutely happy. Your manager wouldn’t let you know who exactly you’d be working with, but as soon as you saw your ticket, you knew you were in for a treat and rude awakening.

Dressing your absolute best in a grey Skims shirt and matching miniskirt, that barely covered your ass… perfect.

Wig secured down by some industrial glue and an opt out for the lashes, knowing they’d come off. But, mascara is a must.

On your way there, you couldn’t contain the excitement you felt. Watching some of his work that night before and earlier that day, you knew what he liked, how he acted, and how he wanted it. All the little things that made him tick and shiver.

You were seriously on demon time.

Even though, you felt as though you were throughly experienced and quite the pro. The flashing lights and big cameras still made you very nervous. In the beginning, your parents weren’t very supportive, but once they saw you had a roof over your head and food to eat, that’s all that mattered to them. But, sometimes the days didn’t get any easier. Luckily, your manager was a real one and knew how to calm you down.

After meeting all members of the crew, and the camera and director you and Jey would be working closely with today, you got touched up as you awaited Jey’s arrival.

“Nervous?!” The makeup artist asked you. Laughing slightly, you nonchalantly ignored your jitters and told her you were fine. All that anxious behavior would only arise and the man of the hour arrived.

He looked absolutely scrumptious in a pair of white joggers and a white Nike Tech with no shirt on underneath. His Cuban link chains shining in the sunlight and his cross earring dangling from his one ear.

Your cunt just throbbed at the sight of him. “Hello Ms. Y/N?! Is anyone in there?!” Completely zoned out and you didn’t even realize it, Jey waved his big hand in your face to catch your attention. His dimple prominent as he was quite amused by your expression.

“Hey Jey nice to meet you. Sorry… I just zoned out for a second.” Reaching out to shake his hand, he kindly refused. “It’s no problem, but I don’t shake hands I’m more of a hugger.” Flustered by his comment you arose from your chair and were soon enveloped into his burly arms.

His arms were thick and wrapped around your waist securely, his warm chest pressed against yours, as you felt your nipples harden. The feeling of his semi-hard dick rest against your thigh made you bit your lip and hold your arms around his neck tighter. “You out here showing out, I see you and your little miniskirt.” Spinning you around at 180 degrees, he stopped when your back faced his front.

Obviously entertained by his comments, you decided to show out a little more. Bending over slightly and giving him a little shake, Jey took the opportunity to give your ass an ample smack. “Uh oh, we got a lotta chemistry over here, don’t we?!” The producer of our film walked over to us as we were sharing a moment.

Both of us blushed at the producers comments. Damn right we have chemistry, but we really are gonna see once those cameras turn on. “But, we need more of that on the screen, so let’s get filming.” Turning back around to you, Jey gave you a wet kiss on the cheek and winked at you as he headed to the living room.

He is something else.

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“In 5, 4, 3, 2… 1.”

“Alright, well look at who we have here. We got the Queen of Screams, Y/N in the building. And the Leader Beater, Jey.” Both of us have a wave and proper introduction to the camera as we laughed at the names the producer gave us.

“I just gotta say you guys just sitting next to each other is already a movie.”

“Maybe I need to move a little more closer to him then.” Snuggling up by his side as gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jey’s arm was placed on the back of the couch with his legs fully spread, giving a beautiful of his already hard dick. You crossed you legs to staf off that feeling of what he would do to you tonight.

“You already know what it is Uce. I got one of the baddest in the game next to me and I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that ass.”

“Ooooo, Jey got all the smoke about you Y/N. You know that ass is viral!!”

Rolling you eyes slightly, you casually smirked as you began to open your mouth. “I got all the smoke behind him too. I’ve been waiting to dig into him for a while.” Your hand left your right thigh as you palmed him through his white sweats, feeling all of his girth.

“Okayyy, Jey how we feeling about that?!!”

“I’m feeling real good about that Uce. Like the feeling is only rising from here.” Removing your hand from his length, you put your head down as you laughed at his comment.

“She bout to be a REALLLL problem Uce!!” Jey’s hand traveled from the back of the couch to your ass as he palmed and massaged it. Returning the favor, you returned your hand back onto his dick.

“Tim, you need to speed this up a little don’t you think?!” Biting your lip and looking Jey dead in his chocolate brown eyes.

“She’s on demon time Jey.”

Jey simply nodded his head at the camera with a smile on his face as you threw your head back in laughter. “But, you gotta show me a little something bae.”

“What you wanna see?!”

Jey intently stared at your chest, barely taking his eyes off of them. “I think he wants to see my tits.” You giggled as you sensually removed your top, letting your breasts out on full display. Jey took a sharp intake of his breath as he admired your ample assets. You played with them first as you stuck your tongue out of your mouth, letting your saliva drip down onto them.

“Why yo ass so scared Jey?!” He quickly snapped out of your trance and gave you a questioning look. “I ain’t ever scared.”

“Prove it.”

Jey dove straight into the middle of your breasts, motorboating himself. You giggled as you took the back of his head into your hands. Things took a sharp turn when he massaged both of your sensitive breasts in his hands and began sucking on each nipples. Covering them in the upmost amount of saliva.

Bringing himself back into an upright position, he sat back and played with your tits. In awe of the dangly Hello Kitty nipple piercing you had on your right tit. “That fuckin’ piercing go crazy Uce, get a closeup on that.” As the cameraman went in to get a closeup, Jey shook your tits from side to side giving himself and the viewers a show.

“He’s having a lot of fun.” Jey gave the camera another sly look as he continued to play with your breasts. “But, I know he’s gonna have more fun with this.” Removing his hands from you, your chest now faces the back of the couch and your knees now pressed up against the seat cushion. You could hear a whistle coming from Jey’s mouth as you gently shook your ass, letting your miniskirt rise showcasing your lovely pink thong.

“This what I’m taking about baby.” Jey bit his lip as his head neared your ass, giving it a wonderful spank, kiss, and caress. “I’m done with this. I’m ready to get in the field.”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever seen Jey skip over the interview so fast. We got only about four minutes of footage.”

“Four minutes is enough, come baby.” You yelped as Jey took you into his arms and walked to the bed placed off camera.

“I guess I just got the magic touch.”

“Damn right she do. Take that shit off for me mama.”

Tossing you onto the plush bed, you followed his orders and removed your skirt and panties. Your cunt on full display: wet, warm, pink, and soft. You began to play with your pearl as you stared into Jey’s now dark eyes. He slowly started to undo the ties in his sweats. “Keep playing with it baby, I need that pussy real wet when I fuck it.”

Him telling you to continue masturbating in front of him already drove you over the edge, but wanting you real wet when he fucked you, sent you to the moon.

“Unhhh… my pussy’s so wet for you daddy.” Jey was now in his PSD boxers, playing with his clothed cock at the same pace as you. You both stared sensually into each others eyes as Jey finally became nude. Your eyes couldn’t help but to trail down to his massive length, taking in all its magnificent glory.

“Yo ass looking at it real bad, come give it a taste.” Swiftly, you positioned yourself ass up face down as you took his dick into your small hands. Licking at his swollen head, you captured his bead of pre-cum. Closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

Jey’s head leaned back as you enveloped his entire cock into your mouth, all the way to the base. “Fuckkk, that throat ain’t no joke for real.” Not only were you known for your ass, the way you seemed to swallow a dick up so easily was also a topic of discussion.

You sloppily cover his entire length in your saliva, balls and all. You barely even gagged as he reached the back of your throat. Jey’s head lolled back as he revel in the feeling of your throat swallowing him whole like it was nothing. Bobbing your head up and down, twirling circles around his dick, and playing with his balls. “I-I-I-I c-an’t.”

Jey immediately pushed you away as he shivered at the immense amount of pleasure he was receiving, that he had to stop you. “We can’t be going too crazy so fast now. Stay bent over like that baby.” Arching your back even further, Jey assumed the position behind you.

Massaging your ass oh so heavenly. “That ass is something dangerous mama.” Blushing, you began to shake your ass back reaching to feel his dick. He just stood still as he admired your lewd attempts to fuck yourself against him.

Your pussy finally found his cock and you moaned as you gently pushed it into yourself. “Oooo Daddy, that feels so good already.” Jey grabbed your hips in order to get himself inside of you faster. “That pussy so tighttt.”

You bit your lip and looked into the camera as Jey bottomed out into you and began fucking you slowly. “Hey Jey, I swear you got more than that. Give the girl what she wants.”

Jey paused as you looked back at him. “Many girls can’t handle this and then they tap out.”

“I don’t tap out sweetheart. Do your worst.”

Jey pushed your head down into the mattress, as well as pushing your back down slightly more. He spread your legs further and held your juicy hips. He whispered to the camera, “She ain’t ready.”

Jey soon began to absolutely berating your cunt into oblivion. Your nails almost broke as you clawed at the sheets so roughly. Your ass bounced off of his taut abs as if a basketball was being dribbled on a court.

Your screams muffled into the mat as he didn’t cease his ministrations. His hand stayed trained on the back of your head as your nails scratched up his forearm.

“I told you yo’ ass ain’t ready. Tell the world your ass wasn’t ready!!” He pulled your head up as your face was covered in mascara stained tears and forced you to stare into the camera. The cameraman moved to get a closeup. “Tell the world yo’ ass can’t take it.”

Eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head and a big smile on your face, you proudly spoke. “I ca—n take i-i-it wo-rld.” A moan in each break of your sentence as you took Jey’s dick like a champ.

“She lasted longer than the rest, I ain’t gonna lie.” Your head fell back into the sheets as pulled both of your arms to your lower back. You soon began squirting and screaming like a mad woman, nearly as if someone was murdering you.

Well… you were definitely getting murdered in a different way.

“Fuckkkk, baby I’m about to cum. Keep squeezing me just like that.”

Your cunt never stopped clenching as Jey’s cum soon entered your quaking pussy. Jey beat seven hard strokes into your cunt, ensuring that he got every single drop into you.

You shivered as he left the warmth of pussy. You lied back against the bed and but your lip as Jey gave you a sloppy wet kiss.

“How was that guys?!”

“That was cinema.” We said in unison.

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THE END.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 11 months ago

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Hello! I’ve been back and forth on writing you this bc I’m nervous but eh fuck it, I have no shame. So first off, I just want to say that you, Salome, are an absolutely stunning and brilliant writer. As someone who majored in classical studies in college, I was completely blown away by Fatum Nos Iungebit. The world you built was so deeply immersive and characterization of König, in that story as well as your other headcanons, is perfect. For the past week or so, I’m going to be honest, I’ve been going through your blog because I’ve been so hungry for more and the only reason I haven’t interacted more is that 1. I don’t wanna feel like a creep and 2. I was so scared of you blocking me for ‘’spam-liking” or whatever. I can assure you that I am a real person and I’ve been enjoying everything I’ve seen. I came across one concept however, that definitely got my neurons firing and that’s the idea of belly dancer reader x könig and I have some thoughts I wanted to share with you if that’s okay. :)

So I’ve been a belly dancer for almost a decade (I actually celebrate my ten year anniversary next year!). I was part of a belly dance performance troupe at my old university and I currently dance with a studio in my new city. It’s genuinely one of the great passions of my life. I’ve performed at all kinds of venues and for all different occasions from festivals to galas to charity events to hookah bars, so I definitely have some performing experience under my belt, well as what audiences are like. So when I saw the idea of König being mesmerized by a dancer at a wedding, I went !!!

I want to add the caveat that this is based on my experience as a dancer living in the US, and while I’ve performed for SWANA audiences (which is always an amazing experience 🥰) and non-SWANA audiences, I can’t speak for what it’s like in other countries. So, in my ✨personal✨ experience as a belly dancer going on a decade, it’s pretty rare that men will approach dancers during or after a performance—especially to actively hit on her. And believe it or not, it’s because many of them are actually intimidated! I have seen the most seemingly cockiest, proudest men just stare blankly and stand back while we do our thing. If anything, it’s usually women who approach us, gushing about our performances or asking where they can take classes and stuff. Women tend to be the first ones to get up and dance with us, shower us with tips, etc. (again, very much my personal experience as someone living in the US). When it comes to more family-friendly events like weddings and stuff, we also get a lot of kids approaching and that’s always so adorable and sweet—especially when the little babies think we’re princesses. 😭

So back to König, especially Y!König. 😈 he’s at the wedding. He’s mopey. He’s picking at his plate of chicken and rice. He’s happy for his friend and his bride, but a little bitter and jealous that he’ll never get to be that happy. Then, a mejance (essentially an entrance/overture piece of music) swells over the speakers and out comes the dancer, adorned in an Irina Sheyner number (she’s an absolutely STUNNING costume designer, plsplsplsPLS look her up 😭), veil flying behind her. She does her mejance, a drum solo, and at some point…she does a sword number. The level of control she has to be able to balance the sword on her head in impressive, but König can’t help but imagine what it would be like for to dance wielding his knives in hand. Finally, dancer opens up the floor and in typical faction brings out the bride and groom to dance with her, and then most of the other guests follow. Not König though. He hangs back and watches as this beautiful dancer holds the guests in the palm of her hand. Gone is the cocky, brutal soldier, and only the shy, anxious boy remains, the one who would always be left out of games at recess and who wasn’t invited to birthday parties. König has never been the dancing type, but he can’t even bring himself to offer her a few of the banknotes or dollars or whatever currency he’s using. He just stares, and she’s completely oblivious.

A while later, he’s getting ready to leave, when he spots Dancer. Her makeup and hair still done up, but she’s now fully cloaked and awkwardly lugging her suitcase and bags full of props and other equipment across the poorly paved parking lot. König zeroes in on her and before he knows it, he’s approaching her, asking her if she needs help carrying her stuff. Dancer, surprised but this gigantic man suddenly appearing before her, flashes a winning smile at him and says he can. König easily lugs the stuff to Dancer’s car. She thanks him profusely and just like that, she drives away.

It’s only a few hours later that the obsession starts to creep in. König, who’s ordinarily not a big social media user, is now checking the feeds and stories of his friends who attended the wedding. Finally, he comes across one friend who posted a video of themself with the dancer and tagged her Instagram. König can’t click on it fast enough and suddenly, he’s greeted by dozens of images and photos of Dancer. Some are adorably mundane. He finds out that Dancer teaches classes at a studio nearby, and some of the videos consist of dancer teaching basic moves to the camera. There are other videos of her at the local hookah bar, where she performs on a regular basis. König sees one particularly video of Dancer doing a piece of floor work, that same sword balanced proudly on her head as she’s propped back on her arms, her gorgeous hips undulating toward the sky. König feels a dark wave of heat wash over him. He jokingly thinks to himself that maybe he should take up hookah. But one thing is for certain, she’s going to be his one day. He’ll just have to be sneaky about it, subtle.

He clicks the follow button on Dancer’s instagram. She has a few thousand followers. Surely she can’t notice one faceless profile, right? 😈😈😈😈😈😈

Anyway, that’s all I have for now. I know you’re taking a break from fics but if you see this I want you to know you’re an amazing writer. Lots of love! 💖💖💖💖

Ughhh and another lovely soul 😭💗 I don't know what's going on in here this week but both you and anon have really made my heart swell!

And please please please, spam liking is never frowned upon here (I don't know why anyone would block someone who's clearly not a bot for loving your stuff?!) It's such a delight if I see that someone has liked a ton of things instead of just one. It's the highest compliment and praise! ❤️🥺

And your bellydancer prompt/drabble is so mouthwatering, god. If I'm being honest, I'd read whatever you wrote for this thing in a hot minute because you have the skill and you've done the research (an actual bellydancer in my inbox?! Ok Salome try not to be a creep) and the premise is just. GAH. So good, especially with yandere König! ❤️❤️❤️

I have to reveal I wrote like 8 chapters of a story relatively close to this in the fall: Stalker!König obsessing about reader, invading her DMs on Instagram and literally stalking her. She's not a bellydancer, but damn if I didn't think about changing her into one... :) The story is on hold for now, but here is a little snippet as a thank you gift!

CW: Yandere/Stalker!König, harassing, obsessive behavior

I’m sorry, Liebling. You were too beautiful yesterday. I got carried away.

You wake up just to see that your phone is full of messages. From him, of course. He’s created another account on Instagram.

I’m just a man.

You ignore it altogether, even if there’s messages and emails from other people too. You simply go to brush your teeth, hearing how the phone buzzes on your desk.

I know it was disrespectful. I could never call my wife that. Will you forgive me?

You sigh and finish with your morning routine, but the phone buzzes again.

I sent you flowers. Did you get them?

It’s like he knows when you’re awake, because you can see the messages from your screen without having to unlock it. Even if he refreshed your conversation every minute, every second, he can’t possibly see that you’ve seen them yet.

It bugs you to no end, this feeling that he somehow knows that you’re awake. It’s like he knows your every move. It’s the most unnerving thing, and makes you think about horrible scenarios where he has broken into your house while you’re at work, to install cameras or microphones or something. You feel like you’re about to go mad if this nightmare goes on.

You go to the front door, but hesitate a while before you turn the knob.

What if it’s a trap?

What if he wants to kill you because you yelled at him last night at the pub...? What if there’s a bomb or something that goes off when you open the door, what if he aims at you with a gun from across the street and kills you on your doorstep this morning?

Just what the actual fuck does this guy even want with you...

You sigh with a broken heart and some broken nerves, deciding it’s as good a way to go as any. You turn the knob and open the door, only to find the usual porch, and a large bouquet of dark red roses planted there.

More ice sinks into your stomach as you witness the evidence of him knowing where you live. But the fact that he chose to send red roses… Ugh, this guy is so old-fashioned and so unimpressive that it’s somewhat a dull surprise to actually see flowers on that porch.

Who buys red roses these days?

Couldn’t he have picked peonies or something, something to go with your other decor… Red roses are so eighties, so funeral-like, so boring.

You sigh and go and take the flowers to the trash. Then you walk back to your house, make sure the door is locked tight, and go back to your phone to type a message.

Did you see that?

The answer arrives immediately.

What? ❤️

I threw your flowers in the trash.

There’s bit of a pause after that. Your wannabe boyfriend clearly hasn’t got his eye on you at every given moment. That’s a bit of a surprise, almost a disappointment, actually. But only if you were any more crazy.

The reply comes after about 30 seconds, after a series of Typing… bumping up and down on the screen.

I’m sad.

You get some satisfaction from that, but the first reaction is a tiny, tiny dagger to the heart. You sigh – you do nothing but sigh these days – not only because of his message, but also because you can’t seriously be having a moment of compassion for your stalker, for god's sake.

You make me sad, Liebling 💔 Are you still angry with me?

You throw the phone away and go to make yourself some breakfast, only to stop and turn when you hear the phone buzz again.

I’ll send you more flowers.

Jesus…

You unlock the screen in a frenzy and type a reply in mere seconds.

Don’t bother. I’ll throw them in the bin too.

Typing…

You have to keep them at some point. Trash bins get full so soon.

STOP HARASSING ME.

You throw the phone away for good this time, and don’t come back to it for another hour. You eat your breakfast with squirming insides and a rattled heart, waiting for someone to come bring you flowers at any given moment.

But no one ever comes.

You check your phone before going to work, but there’s nothing from him there. You go and block his new profile, unsurprised to see that there are no pictures this time, not even a profile picture (well, there is one, but it’s only a black circle), just in case. You don’t know why you didn’t block him in the first place.

There’s a radio silence for a few days. You spend them at the edge of your seat, with lots of trouble sleeping, but soon start to ease into the fact that maybe he finally had enough. Maybe you were not as interesting or attractive as he thought when he met you in person…

Wait, what?

Gosh, you can’t be this desperate... You simply can’t. This has to end.

You don’t talk about him in therapy, mainly to convince yourself that you’re not thinking about him at all. You’re not missing him harassing and stalking you, and you’re not disappointed that he didn’t send you enough flowers to fill your entire bin.

You know you should address this: this crazy need to be something groundbreaking to someone. To want someone to be this obsessed with you, no matter how sick that someone was. You know you would have gone to the police if your stalker was the sleazy, weak-wristed man from the pub. You would’ve packed your bags and moved houses already, changed your name and closed your social media accounts, quit everything if your stalker was small and ugly and weak.

But now that you know he’s relatively good-looking, does something dangerous and has a lot of money, and looks like he could fuck and fight half the city by himself, you’re not in that much of a hurry to go to the authorities.

You’re even a bit sad that your stalker hasn’t given you any fevered attention these past few days... He hasn’t even asked you how you’ve been.

No one has asked you how you’ve been: no one ever does. You have to wade through this life all by yourself: depressed and anxious and crazy. Lonely… And horny.

Gods, you just want someone to hold you at night… Someone strong, and big, someone who would pay a few bills for you, take care of you and give you a round of good sex…

Your phone buzzes from time to time, but there’s no message from him. One night before going to sleep, relatively early, so early that it could be called the bedtime for old spinsters, you break down and cry a little. It’s not a wail: only a soft little sob, a few sniffles and a couple of tears until your nose gets clogged and the pillow is wet.

Your phone buzzes, and you reach for it, feeling so, so pathetic when you hope it would be him.

And the message is from him.

You’re the most beautiful woman on this earth. I know I fucked up. I’m just a horny dog and I don’t deserve you.

You sniffle and rise to sit, your whole system fully awake now. Oh god... You’re so fucked.

The message makes you feel incredibly good and sweet, almost giddy. It feels like he’s kneeled right there in front of you, like a knight who has misbehaved in the throes of his lust. You know it’s ridiculous, but you start to smile a little, and the tears dry on their own. The merry feeling is followed by righteous rage, a little fit, because he’s made you wait for days, he’s tortured you in every way possible, and he does absolutely nothing right.

You unlock the screen and start to type, not thinking it through at all before hitting send.

That’s right.

Fuck… Shit. That was a mistake. No, a huge error.

Why did you have to send that? Stooping to his level, sending stupid things like that…

You put the phone away quickly, then reach for it again to delete what you just send. But it’s too late.

I can be a good dog if you forgive me.

The message is waiting for you already, and when you don’t reply, the oppressive, ominous Typing… hits on the screen once more. God, how could you be so stupid…

I’ll kill anyone you need me to kill. I'll give you money, whatever you need. A new kitchen so you can cook me something nice? I’ll be a good dog, I promise.

What did you even expect?

Everything always blows up when you give him attention: any dumb person knows better than to give this hungry dog a bone. You’re just too fond of digging your own grave, it seems.

There’s no end to the messages: this guy starts typing a new one every time he has sent the last.

I’ll fuck you like a good dog too….

You lean your forehead to your palm, trying to figure out a way to stop this.

And then–

Fuck, now I’m hard

You take a quick breath of air and put the phone away.

Please don’t send a dick pic, please don’t send a dick pic…

The phone buzzes.

Look how hard you make me

There’s a picture attached, but you can’t see it when the screen is locked.

This is what I have to live with, day and night…

Message after message, your phone buzzes, and you check them quickly from your screen, swearing to yourself that you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of opening the conversation and checking the image he sent you. You know perfectly well what you will find if you do that.

But after only a minute or two, you unlock the phone, and open the conversation with your heart ramming in your chest.

Just one quick look...

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somasbrianrot · 1 year ago

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Saw that you're taking requests... Could you do one for Solo Sikoa? So like he's got 2 kids with Almia (God bless that woman, she's gorgeous) right? So something like Almia cheated on him and left him with the kids so now he's a single dad of 2 boys. So now he's insecure/scared that the reader wouldn't want to be with a guy with 2 kids but turns out the reader loves his kids. All fluff please?

I'm sorry if it's too much. It doesn't exactly have to be like this. I'm happy as long as it's some fluff with solo.

No pressure though. It's alright if you don't wanna do this, I just wanted to make a request 🤧

Thank you in advance and love you😘

Omg of course, I've personally never written for Solo so I hope I do him justice

and ily too

No Matter What (Solo Sikoa x Wrestler! Reader)

As the Smackdown Women's Champion you had a reputation to uphold, and that reputation was harder to uphold when you were looped into the bloodline, it wasn't exactly your choice but you didn't really mind much, you got along well with the Usos, Roman was pretty impressed with how you held yourself within your title defenses, Paul didn't really associate with you much, except for in promo's but Solo seemed to be the most cut off of them all.

you had thought Solo's whole silent thing was just an act for his character but whenever you had tried to talk to him he either stays silent or walks away from you, you didn't understand so you went to his brothers to ask

"Jey? Jimmy? you in here?" you looked around catering and spotted the two twins chatting with some of the other talent before they turned to look at you "Hey twin! whatchu need us for?" said Jimmy as you walked over "actually, I just want to talk about Solo" "huh? what for?" Jey questions as you all find a table to sit at "Just the way he's been...ignoring me, I'm worried he doesn't like me!" Jimmy and Jey look at each other before nodding.

"It's not that he don't like you, because he does, I think he just might like you too much, you know?" "No! No I don't know!" "Listen, don't tell anyone we told you this but...Solo likes you but he's scared, see his ex Almia and he had two children, Zion and Za'khi, then she cheated and left him with the kids, and he's scared if he tries to make a move you won't like him because he has kids!" you are shocked at the revelation "Fuck...what do I do? I want to show him I wouldn't hate him because of his kids!" "Well Solo is gonna bring them in because the show is finished, maybe that's how" you nod.

You hear little footsteps down the hall and look over to see two young boys followed by Solo, it immediately softens your heart and you smile widely as the little boys run over to see their uncles, you kneel down eye level with Zion "How are you little man?" he stares at you before smiling and wrapping his arms around you "Whoa!" he nearly knocks you off balance but you're able to catch yourself "It's nice to see you too! is that your daddy?" you point to Solo and he nods, you pick him up and stand with him as his little brother walks over, holding his hands up to you and you pick him up as well.

"Wow! look at you big boys! your dad must be so proud to have you two!" you lift them up and they giggle "do you like my dad?" you quirk your brow at the question from the older of the two boys "I mean he's cool, but I think I like you two even more" you teasingly poke his stomach and he laughs "Okay you two, leave her now" you hear Solo say as you lower them both to the ground but Za'khi won't let go of you.

"Awe, he's like a little koala!" you coo and lift him above your head, blowing raspberries into his stomach "He can stay with me Solo, I love children!" you toss him up and catch him.

"You...like kids?" "yeah! I basically raised my siblings growing up, so I know how kids work" Solo stares at you holding his youngest son as Zion walks over and tugs on his shorts "Can she be our new mummy? please?" Solo shushes him but you managed to hear the comment, a huge smile spreading across your face "I mean I'd love too, only if your daddy would let me" you smile up at Solo.

"I-...really?" "yes, I like you too dummy! but I think I love the kids more" you tease and he smiles at you, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek "God, you're the perfect woman" you cannot help the smile that spreads across your face as Zion motions for his dad to pick him up, the four of you looked like a picture perfect family, you look at Solo and lean over, leaving a small peck on his lips

"And that's going on the instagram" you look over to see jey holding his phone up, he must have taken a photo, Solo glares at him and tries to snatch the phone from his elder brother, you laugh as you watch Solo chase his brother around, the bloodline really was your family

A/N I hope you liked this!

#wwe x reader #wwe #wwe fanfiction #solo sikoa #solo sikoa x reader #jey uso #jimmy uso #the usos

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weirdcatlover1 · 9 months ago

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Introduction to me ^^

Call me vivi

+18 ( source: just trust me bro)

Lesbian

And I love cats (whispering: I didn't tell you this secret of mine, but I'm actually a little allergic), but it's okay even tho I'll still get a cat

She/they ( any pronouns really)

I'm also super nice and funny (source: plz just trust me) so feel free to Interact!

I obvisouly like purple

About my blog:

I'll write for male char x fem and Gn reader

I'll also write for fem char x fem and Gn reader

I won't write for male char x male reader because I'm clueless

I'll write for these fandoms: bleach, jujustu kaisen, one piece, honkai star rail, solo leveling, aot ( women only) and naruto ( Im in many more fandoms than this but these are the ones I feel comfortable writing for rn)

I'll write for everything except for scat, piss kink, CNC, noncon, incest incest and anything else in that world but otherwise I'm weird and I'm open to a lot.

I'm not always online, but I'll try my best to post twice a week, and since I write for headcannons, scenarios, imagine and all that, I'll try my best to post twice and be active :)

This will be my first time creating a blog so I hope yall will enjoy😊

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cppsheffield · 3 months ago

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Centre for Poetry and Poetics in Collaboration with Black Humanities Series Presents:

A Reading With Safia Khan, Inua Ellams and Imtiaz Dharker

Venue: The Diamond, LT2, The University of Sheffield, 6pm.

Safia Khan is a junior doctor and poet. Her debut collection (Too Much Mirch) was published in 2022 with Smith | Doorstop and won the New Poets Prize. She has been commissioned to write and deliver lectures in poetry for various universities and literary organisations, including The British Library, The University of Oxford, The Poetry Business, and the Hippocrates Initiative for Poetry and Medicine. Her work has been published in various journals and anthologies including The North, BATH MAGG, Poetry Wales, Introduction X: The Poetry Business Book of New Poets (New Poets List), We’re All in It Together: Poems for a disUnited Kingdom (Grist), Dear Life (Hive), Surfing the Twilight (Hive). -- Born in Nigeria, Inua Ellams is a poet, playwright & performer, graphic artist & designer. He is a Complete Works poet alumni and facilitates workshops in creative writing where he explores reoccurring themes in his work - Identity, Displacement and Destiny - in accessible, enjoyable ways for participants of all ages and backgrounds.

His awards include: Edinburgh Fringe First Award 2009, The Liberty Human Rights Award, The Live Canon International Poetry Prize, The Kent & Sussex Poetry Competition, Magma Poetry Competition, Winchester Poetry Prize, A Black British Theatre Award and The Hay Festival Medal for Poetry. He has been commissioned by the Royal Shakespeare Company, National Theatre, Tate Modern, Louis Vuitton, BBC Radio & Television. His poetry books include ‘Candy Coated Unicorn and Converse All Stars’ published Flipped Eye, 'The Wire-Headed Heathen' by Akashic Books, The Half God of Rainfall by 4th Estate and The Actual by Penned in The Margins. His plays include ‘Black T-shirt Collection’, ‘The 14th Tale’, ‘Barber Shop Chronicles’ and ‘Three Sisters’ published by Oberon. He founded The Midnight Run (an arts-filled, night-time, urban walking experience.) The Rhythm and Poetry Party (The R.A.P Party) which celebrates poetry & hip hop, and Poetry + Film / Hack (P+F/H) which celebrates Poetry & Film. -- Imtiaz Dharker grew up a 'Muslim Calvinist' in a Lahori household in Glasgow, was adopted by India and married into Wales. She is an accomplished artist and video film-maker, and has published six books with Bloodaxe, Postcards from god (including Purdah) (1997), I Speak for the Devil (2001), The terrorist at my table (2006), Leaving Fingerprints (2009), Over the Moon (2014) and Luck Is the Hook (2018). Her seventh, Shadow Reader, is published in 2024. All her poetry collections are illustrated with her drawings, which form an integral part of the books; she is one of very few poet-artists to work in this way. She was awarded The Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry for 2014, presented to her by The Queen in spring 2015, and has also received a Cholmondeley Award from the Society of Authors and is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. Over the Moon was shortlisted for the Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry 2014. Her poems are on the British GCSE and A Level English syllabus, and she reads with other poets at Poetry Live! events all over the country to more than 35,000 students a year. She has had a dozen solo exhibitions of drawings in India, London, Leeds, New York and Hong Kong. She scripts and directs films, many of them for non-government organisations in India, working in the area of shelter, education and health for women and children. In 2015 she appeared on the iconic BBC Radio 4 programme Desert Island Discs. In 2020 she was appointed Chancellor of Newcastle University. She lives in London.

Please note this is an in-person event and we would love you to be there but if you can't make it to Sheffield you can log in by no later then 5.50 on the following link: meet.google.com/fdh-igyk-hrr

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reader-wandering18 · 3 months ago

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Darkness (Part 3)

You walked boredly in the rain as you headed to your assessment. The only thing covering your face was the umbrella you held to avoid getting wet. The shadows you had seen pass by so often had disappeared.

Its owner could be in a dungeon and needed them so it was no longer necessary for you to stay hidden.

Two days had passed since you arrived in that world taken from a novel.

It's not that you were afraid of the boy, you just needed to know when and where you were in a calm way. Although knowing that you are in Korea, in the south in a world of dungeons, hunters and guilds but set in modern times is not something you expected, it was a way out of the routine.

You didn't have money from that world so you simply didn't eat or look for a place to sleep.

After all, you DON'T need it anymore.

But you had to do it since that helped maintain the little humanity you had left.

You were really worried that “They” would notice this world, but the biggest danger at that moment was YOU.

In fact, at the level you are at, the moment you entered that world, you should have asked for control and killed that boy just by looking at you.

Luckily, you still had that item that helped you stay connected to your world in a certain way, which made it easier to endure your own level. Although you don't know how long you could last like that.

Being the strongest is sometimes not the best.

You suddenly stopped, you felt something abnormal in fate, in fact, it is not something you could completely master but you have a certain partial authority in it that allows you to cause misfortune.

You looked at the association building in front of you... You turned around and walked until you reached what seemed to be a high school.

The orcs that had entered that place after a dungeon break occurred began to kill as many young people as they could. Blood splattered all over the place and the bodies of those who didn't make it blocked the floor.

It was a massacre

A group that was trapped in a classroom backed up until they crashed into a corner of the room.

They had been surrounded.

— I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

— Please, someone help us!

— God, I beg you!

The orcs raised their weapons when their large, green bodies became motionless.

The boys couldn't see them but strands of hair had appeared around the room that immobilized the orcs.

These strands didn't seem to be very strong since they seemed thin, but the truth is that just having contact with them would make their target's thoughts become serene, making them want to sleep and no longer resist.

Green blood spilled under their feet but for some strange reason the previously terrified group felt extreme serenity and peace.

Through the school, a woman with long, ink-black hair walked through the halls with a scythe, decapitating each and every orc.

The expression in your eyes was indescribable.

— The girl! Grab the human female!

— Jinah!

The leader of the orcs, Guroktaku, abruptly grabbed Jinah's face and lifted her up with one hand. The orc showed a smile of arrogance and power before the trembling body of that human female.

— death

And that had happened... If it weren't for the fact that the others were invaded by a wave of terror.

Guroktaku's proud eyes turned towards the hallway in a trembling manner.

Thum thum—

In one corner of the hallways, there was a tide of darkness that melted everything.

Guroktaku's breathing stopped.

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antichilde · 3 months ago

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margin of error: part 3

satoru gojo x fem reader, 3.0k words mdni

in which gojo goes to dinner. twice.

contents: teaching assistant!gojo, student!reader, no curses, college au, slight age difference (gojo is 20, you are a couple years older), he falls first, no smut (for now)

notes: this is now crossposted to wattpad! i'll add a link next to the one for ao3. thank you to everyone who's stuck with me for this; your likes and comments mean more than i could ever put into words. (image citation)

part one | part two | part four | read on ao3 | read on wattpad

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Gojo says, half shouting over the music. The party’s in full swing, and his and Geto’s shared apartment is already packed with people.

“Uh-huh. Sure.” You take another swig from the red solo cup in your hand. “So you didn’t specifically ask Suguru to invite me?”

To his credit he barely reacts to the accusation, taking a sip of Hi-C and looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. “You and Suguru are friends. I don’t know why you think I’d have to ask him to invite you.”

Pulling out your phone, you unlock it and open your texts with Geto. After a moment of scrolling you turn and show him the screen.

suguroo: You’re coming on Friday right? Satoru keeps asking

“Traitor,” he mutters as you shut the phone off and shove it back into your pocket. He eyes your outfit. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, just jeans and a sweatshirt.

“You could’ve just asked me yourself,” you say, leaning close enough for him to hear.

He looks down at you, his eyes half lidded, and wonders if this is finally you giving in. “Would you have said yes?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you think for a minute. “No, probably not. I’m not much of a party person— I only came because Suguru bribed me with dinner.”

“I could take you to dinner.”

Gojo hates the little edge of bitterness buried in the words. Jealousy has never been his style; the feeling is both unpleasant and unfamiliar.

“You could,” you acknowledge, nodding. “But only if you help me study for midterms. And if you pay.”

There’s no hesitation in Gojo’s answer.

“Done.”

You smile at him, humming what he thinks might be a laugh though it’s far too loud to tell. His eyes flicker to your lips and he realizes that this is the first time you’ve smiled in front of him. He doesn’t comment on it, deciding not to fling himself into the metaphorical bear trap saying of ‘you should smile more often’. Somehow he doubts you’d appreciate that (though to be fair most women don’t), but the expression really does suit you. It’s a splash of color on a blank canvas, and he knows he shouldn’t be staring at your mouth so openly but he doesn’t want to look away.

“Hey, you made it!”

Geto seems to appear out of nowhere, making Gojo jump. He watches you give him a one armed hug, holding your drink to the side so as not to spill it. That’s interesting. Gojo wouldn’t have pegged you as a hugging type of person, but you don’t seem to mind.

“Yeah, I did. How long did you say I had to stay?”

“Half an hour.”

Taking a sip, your eyes shift to the clock on the wall. “Only ten more minutes then. Is it okay if I crash in your room for a bit? It’s kind of overwhelming being around so many people.”

“Fine with me.” Geto shoots Gojo a semi-apologetic glance before shifting his attention back to you. “I’ll show you where it is.”

You turn to Gojo, leaning closer again so that you don’t have to shout. He’s glad the music’s loud enough to mask his little intake of breath when you brush up against him.

“See you later, Gojo. I’ll message you about dinner.”

“Looking forward to it,” he says, managing to keep his voice level.

And then you’re gone, your fingers catching the fabric of Geto’s sleeve to keep from getting separated in such a crowded space. Gojo finishes off his Hi-C like it’s a shot of something strong, eyes lingering on the spot where you’d been a moment before. Despite Suguru’s denial of there being anything going on between you and him, Gojo can’t help but take note of how comfortable the two of you are with each other. It’s probably just paranoia, if he’s being honest with himself. Plus you had just agreed to let him take you out. It’s not quite a date, but Gojo allows himself to feel optimistic.

It’s almost two weeks later, and Gojo’s optimism is long gone. He clicks his pen a couple times, trying and failing to focus on yet another poem he’s been assigned to annotate. Across the table Geto types away on his laptop, drafting an essay.

“Any word on that date?” he asks through a mouthful of trail mix.

No, there’s been no word. Gojo has come to the unfortunate conclusion that you really are hard to pin down. He sees you a few times a week during office hours, but he has yet to raise the subject, worried that you’ll back out all together if he presses too hard.

Reaching across the table, Gojo steals a fallen raisin. He pops it into his mouth and grimaces at the taste. “Ugh, gross, I hate dried fruit. Why are you even eating that stuff?”

“I could ask you the same question. Why’d you take some if you know you hate it?” Geto pauses to pick out a blue M&M, passing it to Gojo. “There. That’ll get the taste out of your mouth. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you haven’t heard anything about the date, judging by your not-so-subtle attempt at changing the subject.”

Sometimes Gojo hates having a best friend, especially one that can read him like a fucking book. It doesn’t help that he’d been so sure of himself when he’d talked to Geto the morning after the party, barging into his room at an ungodly hour to brag about what he’d believed was an assured victory. Now, of course, he’s paying the price for his hubris.

“It’s not that she hasn’t gotten back to me yet,” Gojo says, tapping his pen against his lips as he chooses his words carefully. “It’s that she said she wants to study for midterms, and they’re still a few weeks away. No one starts studying weeks in advance.”

As he says it, Gojo wonders how true that statement is. He doesn’t really know much about other people’s academic habits, since he’s never needed to study.

“Ah, so it’s a study date. Interesting.”

Shit. That’s right. He’d been careful not to reveal that information when he’d first spoken to Geto about his plans to meet up with you.

“A study date is still a date,” he says defensively. “And we’re getting dinner.” “No, you’re getting dinner. That was one of the terms, if I remember correctly.” Checking the time on his phone, Geto frowns. “Speaking of which, aren’t you meeting up with someone tonight?”

Gojo stretches, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, I am. I should get dressed.”

He stands, not bothering to put his papers away, and heads to his room to change out of his sweats. Even Gojo, vain as he is, doesn’t need a full hour to get ready, but he’ll take any opportunity to ditch his Creative Writing homework.

The girl he’s meeting up with, Hana, goes to a technical college a couple towns over. They’ve already hooked up a couple of times, but it’s nothing serious. Or, at least it isn’t serious on his end of things. She’s a friend of a friend of a friend; that’s how he prefers to meet people. It means more of a buffer when he inevitably ghosts them.

“You look nice tonight,” he says as they take their seats. She bites her lip, leaning forwards a little over the table. It’s a blunt affectation, one clearly meant to draw his attention to the low neckline of her blouse, but Gojo’s not complaining.

“Thank you,” she says. “I wanted to get a little dressed up for you.”

He’s got a flirtatious reply ready on his tongue, leaning forwards just enough to murmur it in her ear, but as he opens his mouth to speak he catches a flash of movement in the corner of his eye.

Oh no. Oh no. Karmic punishment strikes again.

You’re here. In the restaurant. With him. And his date that isn’t you.

It looks like you’re getting ready to leave, the rest of your group still collecting their belongings. Gojo doesn’t know the people you were out with, but he feels jealousy flare in his chest even though he has no right to. Hana is looking at him, confused, and with a concentrated effort he turns his attention back to her.

“Everything okay?” she asks, and Gojo realizes he’s still leaning forwards. He sits back, pushing his glasses up his nose. He doesn’t really need them in the restaurant’s low lighting, but he has no intention of letting her see where his eyes are.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. What were we talking about?”

“I was saying I got dressed up for you.”

He smiles, though behind his glasses his eyes are still fixed on you. “That’s right. You look beautiful.”

She seems a little put out, turning her attention to the menu, and Gojo finds himself grateful for the reprieve. You’re coming this way, though he’s sure you still haven’t spotted him, too focused on winding your way between the cramped tables. Fuck, at this rate you’re going to pass right by him. Gojo picks up a cocktail menu, pretending to study it like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen as he tracks you out of the corner of his eye.

You’re only a few feet away when you recognize him. From this angle you can see over the top of his glasses, so it’s not like he can even feign ignorance.

“Oh, hey Gojo.”

Your voice is as unreadable as ever. He tries to relax, pushing his glasses up to rest them on the top of his head. Hana looks up, narrowing her eyes at your sudden appearance. She’s clearly suspicious, something which is not helped by the fact that you look gorgeous tonight.

“Hi,” he says, trying not to sound like he’s panicking, which he definitely is. “How’ve you been?”

You give him an odd look, and he swears inwardly because why is he asking how you’ve been when he just saw you yesterday. Your eyes flick over to Hana, who’s still staring you down.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were out with someone. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Dread washes over him as you exchange introductions. This is the last thing he needs, not when he feels like he’s finally started to make progress with you. There’s no way you’ll want to go out now— not when you know he’s seeing other people. Except you really don’t seem to care, greeting her much more warmly than you had greeted Gojo. You even go so far as to smile at her and politely inquire about where she goes to school.

What the fuck. It had taken him a solid month to get a smile out of you, and here you are chatting it up with the competition like you’re old friends. His dread begins to shift into irritation, though he does his best to push it from his mind.

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” you say, nodding to Hana as you prepare to go. “Have a good night.”

He searches your face as you turn to him, desperate to find any trace of jealousy. Of disappointment. Of something, at the very least. But no, you’re an empty canvas as usual, and then you’re gone before he can even do more than say goodbye.

“She seems nice.” Hana’s outright suspicion has subsided, but she’s still watching him warily. “How do you know each other?”

“I tutor her in biology,” he says, shrugging. “And before you ask, that’s not a euphemism.”

She laughs, and some of the tension dissipates. “Don’t worry, I didn’t think so. I doubt she’s your type.”

I doubt she’s your type. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Why do you say that?” He tries to keep his tone light, propping his cheek on his palm and looking at her across the table. Hana’s smile falters.

“Don’t you think she’s a little… I don’t know. Dull?” She passes a hand across her face a couple times. “Blank, you know?”

“She smiled at you,” he points out. He knows he’s digging himself into a hole here, but he’s not ready to put down the shovel quite yet.

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, and? Anyone can fake a smile. My guess is she was just jealous, trying to play it off like she doesn’t care.” Pausing, she takes a sip of her water. “Plus, she’s not even that pretty.”

It’s at this point that Gojo mentally checks out of the conversation, before the red at the corners of his vision makes him say something he’ll regret. He can excuse the comment about your appearance; that one’s easy enough to attribute to envy. It’s the other thing she’d said, the thing about you being blank, that bothers him the most. It’s not like she knows you or how rare your smiles are, or how hard Gojo’s had to work just to catch a glimpse of one, but it still pisses him off because you’d clearly been making an effort to be friendly.

At the end of the night, before they part ways, Hana invites him back to her place. He declines with all the civility he can muster, and blocks her before he’s even gotten home.

thegirlreadingthis99: Dinner tonight?

Gojo clutches his phone to his chest as he thinks, biting his lip and staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. Would it look desperate for him to answer your message right away? He hasn’t actually opened it yet, conscious of the read receipt that will show up once he does. Ah, fuck it. You’re already well aware of his intentions, so what’s the harm in looking a little desperate?

pretty_blue_eyes: Sure. Do you still want to study for midterms?

He swipes away when he sees you’ve read the message, again letting the phone rest on his chest while he waits for a reply.

thegirlreadingthis99: Yeah

thegirlreadingthis99: [external link] Does this work for you?

It’s the address for a local restaurant, nothing too fancy.

pretty_blue_eyes: You don’t want to go somewhere nicer? It’s on me remember

thegirlreadingthis99: No this is fine

thegirlreadingthis99: I’ll see you at 6:30

He sighs, stretching an arm up towards the ceiling. Gojo frowns; he likes the idea of spending money on you. And he wants this to feel like a date, even if he knows it technically isn’t one. So he showers and picks a nice outfit for himself, careful to choose clothes that could pass for everyday wear but err on the side of formal. A pale blue shirt cuffed to the elbows and paired with his favorite black jeans, the ones that make his legs look like they go on for miles.

It’s cool out, and the last rays of sunlight are still struggling to pierce a heavy blanket of clouds as he slips out of his apartment. By the time he gets to the restaurant it’s beginning to drizzle, though not enough to warrant digging the umbrella out of his bag. He pauses under the awning, brushing away a few stray drops, and pulls the door open.

You’re not hard to spot, half buried in notes and textbooks. Gojo skirts the hostess’ podium and makes his way over to your table, pulling out a chair across from you.

“You’re here,” you say, not looking up.

He raises an eyebrow. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”

“I wasn’t sure. It was kind of a last minute arrangement.” You pause to dig out a battered copy of the syllabus, sliding it across the table. “I highlighted the sections I’m having trouble with. It’s mostly stuff about enzymes. I feel pretty good about everything else.”

He blinks at you, surprised by the lack of pleasantries, but takes it in stride. By now he should’ve known not to expect any sort of small talk, but even so, he can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Excluding the party, this is the first time that you’ve met up in a non academic setting. Still, he did say he’d help you study, so he takes the paper without complaint.

Your conversation stays mostly in the realm of your upcoming midterms. Gojo can tell you’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with the material— your semi-weekly visits to office hours have paid off. It’s only when the food arrives that you pause, shoving your textbook and notes aside to make room for the plates.

“How did your date go?” you ask, carefully pouring dressing onto your salad.

Gojo’s been expecting this question, but even so he has no idea what answer you want to hear. The truth is probably the best way to go, he thinks, remembering your comment about his eyes giving him away. His glasses are folded on the table beside him and it would look suspicious for him to put them on now.

“I definitely wouldn’t call it a success,” he says, and you frown.

“I’m sorry. She seemed nice.”

He knows he should be annoyed by your lack of jealousy. It’s not the best reaction, but it’s the one that should come naturally right now. Instead, he remembers what Hana had said about you and feels hurt on your behalf. You’re back to your blank expression, and Gojo wonders how hard you’d had to push yourself to smile at her and add some enthusiasm to your voice. He’d always assumed that your lack of emotion was a mask you donned to keep him out, or perhaps to feign disinterest, but the more time he spends with you the more he realizes that the opposite is true. This is who you are: blank, yes, but not unfeeling. When he’d walked you back to your dorm you’d told Gojo that you didn’t trust him, and yet here you are showing him a part of yourself that not everyone gets to see.

“Gojo?” you ask, and he blinks as he breaks away from his thoughts. “Are you okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there for a second.”

So you don’t trust him, but you’re willing to drop your guard around him (to a certain extent, at least). That’s a contradiction he can accept, and maybe even be happy with.

#self insert #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #margin of error tag

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lostlovesoul11 · 2 years ago

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[MILF HUNTER]

Pairing: Haechan X Reader

Warnings: Smut, oneshot, milf reader, use of mistress, age difference(legal), very switch energy, sexting, tension, flirty, oral receiving (m/f), humiliation, praise, dirty talk, sex toy, solo masturbations, degradation, fucking, neighbour, darcphilla, orgasm denial, breeding, squirting.

Word count: 7k

18+ only no minors!

meant to be posted last month but whatever.

Summary: what happens when the local milf online lives in your neighbourhood?

Did you know, women in their 30's are the horniest... they fuck like no other," Jaemin licks his lip as he reads through the article on his phone.

"Yeah their libido increases as they age, something to do with their hormones levels." Renjun adds further, "They call it the women sexual prime time."

Haechan immediately perks his ears up upon this information, eyes fixed ahead at his two friends giving him new information he's never heard of.

"Which basically means I should find a milf right now." Haechan shoots out with a smirk. He's unapologetically himself.

"Oh god," Renjun replies.

"Can't say I didn't expect it," Jaemin responds back at his friend with a chuckle.

After a conversation with his friends, Haechan surely had to test it out for himself. He just can't stop thinking, thinking of how eager and horny women could get. Was it true? Thoughts appearing in his dazzled mind.

He gets his laptop from the table, taking it right to the bed with him. Leaning back in a comfortable position, he opens up his search engine. Typing away to find websites and scrollin down before he comes across one specific site.

www.hotmilfsinyourarea.com

Interesting he thought, as his brow raised up in curiosity. One thing about Haechan was he had many tastes in people. He's pretty open minded to newer things, new experiences.

Fingers almost rushing to click on the said link, opening up a whole new different world. Haechan scrolls through the variety of Milfs that are designated on the site, waiting to be approached. Fuck there's so many options, he thought. Scrolling away before his mind stops, his eyes squinting as he focuses on a particular name, AngelMilf00.

The image was a cropped body shot in a dress that hugged both breasts well. Easily a size DD. This piqued Haechan's interest for sure, after all he loves himself some milkers.

He began to read through the bio about Angel clicking at every image that was possibly posted. One thing he loved was how immaculate the lighting was. Really emphasising on those voluminous large breasts. There was body shots against a white wall, back arched as her perky ass was on display. The white wall brings more attention to the features. However her face was still hidden. That was still a mystery. But for now Haechan's cock is growing through his pants, expediting.

His cock already aching for some action. Those images of Angel sent an immediate blood rush to him. Imagining her being bent over and ass being covered in redness, fuck. His hand pressing down his bulge, letting out a tiny groan before removing his pants and boxers, exposing his hardened cock.

Hand gripping on his cock when he begins to stroke upwards and down, he lays slightly back. With his other hand he types up a quick message.

Hyuck66: hey, quick question. those milkers a size DD? he asked.

AngelMilf00: hi! oh wow you're actually correct. She responded.

Hyuck66: I guess you can say I know my things well, especially my favourites, he replied.

AngelMilf00: definitely. I'm guessing your also into milfs with big tits? She asked.

Hyuck66: i mean, fuck yeah. I don't discriminate. I love me all kinds of women, you know.

AngelMilf00: nice. So tell me, can a young guy like you keep up all night? Use that cock well enough?

Hyuck66: I'd keep you begging for more, hun.

AngelMilf00: I like the confidence.

*sends incoming tit pic*

AngelMilf00: gonna touch your cock for me?

Haechan doesn't need to be told that twice. Sexually frustated as ever since he got home. His cock already grew larger while scrolling to your images on the site. Except this time, the image sent was not online. It was sent specifically for him.

She has her tongue darted to the side as a cheeky grin is across her hidden face, breasts begging for air. Wondering how many cocks have cummed all over them, fucked them in between. He noticed Angel had a birth mark on the right side of her tit. Hot. Imagine giving her hickies all over that body... fuck.

"Wanna feel those cock sucking lips so badly...." he murmurs to himself. Speeding up his pace, sweat rolling down his forehead as he approaches his end.

AngelMilf00: enjoy the mini. I gotta go now, don't miss me too much.

And just like that she left. The poor boy hissed, palming his cock and stroking furiously until his hands covered in the wet coat.

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"What you up to mom?" Haechan asks entering the kitchen, trying to find himself some snacks to indulge in.

His mom looks up as she puts the remaining food in the basket. "Oh this is for our lovely neighbour who recently moved in. Thought it'll be a nice welcome gift. Would you like to come with me to give this?"

Haechan opened up some sweets as he put some in his mouth, "i can't Jaemin texted me earlier to come over at his place." He replies, not really interested in seeing who the neighbour is.

"That's okay, maybe next time then. Oh and invite Jaemin over for dinner, don't forget!" She responds, watching Haechan walk out of the kitchen.

"Will do mom."

Bro remember that girl I told you about last week?" Jaemin sighs, rubbing his temples from how frustrated he is because of her.

"Ah yeah she's hot but crazy," Haechan responds, fingers on the controller as he continues to play the game on screen.

"She's too annoying."

Haechan continues playing until he won the game, stretching himself as he leaned back, "Block her, you know what, I'll even give you that chicks number I got from last week."

Jaemin brings out his phone at the suggestion and hits the block button. Grinning at Haechan for his kind offering. "You really something else. Got all the girls hooked fr," he laughs.

A small smirk forming from his mouth, Haechan responds, "what can I say, I'm a ladies man after all.

"So what happened with your milf search?" Jaemin asked.

"Shit, I forgot to tell you. I actually spoke to one online. Her names Angel, she got me acting crazy.."

"What, no fucking way!"

"Yeah, i know right. I might ask her to meet up sometime. She seems to know what's good."

"Well that was quick,"

"Not quicker than you busting in that one chick you had sex with last month!"

"HAECHANNNNN-"

Jaemin didn't live too far from Haechan, so they both walked back on the streets as they closely approach Haechan's house.

As they both walked, Jaemin saw Haechan's mom standing nearby as she spoke with someone. Unable to see clearly, they walked more, until...

"Yo, Haechan isn't that your mom over there?" Jaemin stops at his tracks causing Haechan to stop also.

"Yeah, I think some new neighbour moved in recently so she went over there." He shrugged, walking ahead of Jaemin.

Jaemin catches up to Haechan as he walked, "imagine if that neighbour is hot though," causing Haechan to snort.

"Yeah right. Probably an old fart as usual."

He wasn't really focusing on who and where the neighbour was, clearly uninterested on what's going on. But Jaemin stopped almost immediately, perplexed at the sight ahead.

"Uh, I don't think so..." Jaemin utters slowly causing Haechan to look at the shock on his face.

Haechan turns to his left before he speaks up, "What you mean-"

Shocked. Bamboozled. This can't be real for sure. How is a person like you even here? Better yet, the new neighbour! There's never particularly anyone remotely attractive that lives around here in Haechan's mind, however you, you're different.

You was smiling away as you spoke, The way the wind blew against your hair, pushing it back to only expose those gorgeous large breasts. That shirt did not help at all for Haechan's imagination, almost getting squeezed by both breasts wishing he was between those. The way those jeans fitted right against your body, emphazing on the perky full butt you have.

Haechan can almost feel his cock throb, damn. One thing about Haechan was he can get whoever he wanted. Girls would beg for his attention, fall for him all the time. In his mind, he knew he wanted you as soon as he laid eyes. But will you also fall for this charmingly confident boy too?

"Dude.. she's so fucking hot," Jaemin uttered, almost shocked how a person like you are even living here. "That's a total milf right there, how do you get so lucky.."

Haechan smirked, scanning you all over, "Shit, I'll tap that..."

Once dinner was over and Jaemin left, Haechan could finally fix his issue from earlier, thanks to his lovely neighbour.

He scrolled back on to the website, remembering the last time he spoke with a milf, except she ended the chat rather fast. This time he needed to release, he needed more.

Hyuck66: hey

AngelMilf00: hey there, missed me?

Hyuck66: of course, you left me hanging before.

He's right. Angel abruptly ended the conversation whilst he wanted to go further, that did annoy him slightly. Normally women throw themselves at him, never once has anyone left him hanging except Angel.

AngelMilf00: well, I was busy in my personal life. And I thought a guy like you needed to be tamed a lil.

Hyuck66: guy like me?

Haechan wonders what impression Angel has of him.

AngelMilf00: well, you're pretty confident for a young guy.

Hyuck66: does that intimidate you?

One thing about him is he's very confident, which majority of people love. So he's curious to know what Angel thinks. Is he too straight forward? Is that what she likes? Or not?

AngelMilf00: oh, no, of course not. I'm just not used to it, normally guys want to be dominated.

Hyuck66: who said I can't be both?

It's true, he can be both ways. Something about Angel he wants to dominate so badly yet be submissive towards.

AngelMilf00: how many times did you cum the last time we spoke?

Hyuck66: like, a total of 5 times.

Angel didn't say anything else about that. However, the image that was sent by her, Haechan has used for his wank material for hours.

AngelMilf00: all that cum for me?

Hyuck66: i have so much, I'd shower you with all my cum if I could. Make sure every hole sucks my cum right in.

He ain't lying, the amount of times he cummed because of that one image of Angel's breasts, having to change his sheets because of how much his load was falling.

AngelMilf00: such a good boy, always making sure your mistress owns your cum, right?

Hyuck66: yes

AngelMilf00: yes what?

Hyuck66: yes mistress

This is new for Haechan but hearing this just makes him want to be submissve and do exactly what she expects. He bites his lips hearing how much of a good boy he is. He loves praise. Ha.

AngelMilf00: then why the fuck of are you stroking your cock right now? You think im stupid?

Hyuck66: fuck I'm sorry

Shit he gasped. Angel knew him well enough to know its exactly what he's doing. He's stroking his cock right now.

AngelMilf00: are you really sorry?

Hyuck66: yes.. mistress.

AngelMilf00: then don't you dare touch your cock right now.

Haechan groaned. Hes so turned on and his cock is twitching for more touch. It excites him yet frustrates.

Hyuck66: okay, mistress.

AngelMilf00: tell me what you think of doing with me. Want to stretch my cunt out? Can your small cock even do that?

Hyuck66: i keep thinking how pretty your cunt is, more so whilst my cock slides inside. I can't stop thinking how your tight cunt swallows my whole cock in.

AngelMilf00: i can fit my whole fist up my cunt, think your cock can beat it?

Hyuck66: I'd like to think so, mistress

AngelMilf00: slap your cock right now.

Haechan swallows before his hands were raised as he gave a tight slap, causing a stinging pain almost immediate, hissing to himself.

AngelMilf00: is it red?

This just causes him to get even turned on, being denied to touch himself yet he can slap his cock.

Hyuck66: slightly

AngelMilf00: keep slapping it until it gone red

Hyuck66: h-hurts...

AngelMilf00: good. It's what you get for thinking your useless cock is even good enough for me to use. Pathetic.

Blood rushes to his sore cock, veins pertruding out hardening as each second passes. He can't hold himself much longer. He's so whiny and it hurts, he just keeps moving his hips as he lifts them up, imagining fucking Angel's tight cunt.

Hyuck66: fuck

Hyuck66: can I please cum??

Hyuck66: can i use a toy..

AngelMilf00: what kind of toy?

Hyuck66: its a... artifical vagina..

AngelMilf00: what a desperate little bitch. I bet you even made holes in your wall just for that small cock to get action.

Hyuck66: i don't deserve you but can i please use it???

AngelMilf00: God you're the biggest loser ever. Hands not enough for you?

AngelMilf00: how long have you been using it for?

Hyuck66: it's not enough. I'm such a loser it only feels good when I'm inside a hole..

Hyuck66: i wish I could fuck your hole mistress

Hyuck66: I got it a few years ago... I don't use it much now but I'm so fucking horny I need to fuck a cunt badly

Hyuck66: Please mistress 🥺

AngelMilf00: Take a video of yourself fucking into it and send it straight to me

Hyuck66: thank u so much Mistress

Fuckkk.. he bite down his lip, enough to cause a bleed. The humiliation of his old little secrets just makes him grow harder. Impossible for him to even finish himself off with stroking. It's not enough, sweat running down his worn out state. He needs a cunt, a cunt to fuck all the way in and burst his load.

He places his phone at the perfect angle, making sure his lower body parts are all shown.

Haechan rushes up with his sensitive cock, desperate for any kind of touch. He's had people to fuck all the time But for now he has no one, having to improvise.

Getting up towards his drawer, managing to find a toy he's kept well hidden. A time were he was so desperate (down bad) he ordered an artificial vagina just to feel his cock in something tight, sucking him all the way in. What a fucking loser.

He hits the button Record and begins.

He puts it in place. Fingers wetting itself in his saliva before he shoves them inside the artifical pussy. Precum already fell below, making it extra wet for access. Bringing hips forward, pushing his hands on the toy when he makes an entry.

"Fuck mistress..." he gasps while his remaining inches push through. He feels like he's in heaven right now, being allowed to feel pleasure after being restricted. Although not being Angel itself, his thoughts can't contain themselves, betting this is how good being inside Angel would feel like.

"Your cunt feels so good... ah..." Closing his eyes as he sways his hips forward, this time increasing his speed. He grunts hard, cock twitching wishing it was Angel.

He whines ever so loudly, his balls are hurting as they smack against the toy. Over extering his power by leaning ahead further, trying to fuck himself quickly as he aches.

"You're so nice to me Mistress," he grunts, speeding his pace like he's fighting for his life. Body covered in full sweat. "Letting me fuck a hole with my useless cock," continuing fucking into the hole savagely.

He's so fucking desperate to cum, his body is bolting into a shock. Cries are coming out of his mouth unable to control himself any longer. He's so ready to burst his load.

"Fuck," he cries out loud biting his lower lip. God he sounds heavenly even when he cries. You can only imagine how beautiful he looks with tears.

"Mmh, c-cumming, c-cumming Mistress..." he bit so hard into the pillow ahead of him, twitching all over once he released his hot cum. Even after he let out his cum inside the toy, he still pushes his cock inside of it. Not being able to get enough of the feeling. Forrcing his cum to stay put as he imagines watching it inside of his Mistress's pretty cunt.

Hyuck66: *sent a video*

Hyuck66: god, that was the best release I've ever had

Hyuck66: my cock still hurts

Hyuck66: i wish it was your cunt instead

Hyuck66: I've never had someone do this to me.. i really liked it Angel

AngelMilf00: I'm glad I got that side out of you baby boy

AngelMilf00: you did so well for me

Haechan felt so exhausted, after having to use his all energy just to release. He never thought feeling humiliation would feel this good. And boy did he love the praise afterwards, grinning hard at the message sent by Angel. Hes so happy she's pleased.

Hyuck66: thanks angel

Hyuck66: i gotta go now

Hyuck66: hopefully we'd speak soon

That was the last message he sent. Weared out by the activity, rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower.

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Holding your grocery bags all at once was probably not the smartest thing to do, causing struggle as you lost grip of them. Great, you thought.

Just as you're trying to grab a hold on a few bags, you see unfamiliar footsteps approaching right towards your direction.

"Need help?" A sweet voice was raised, causing you to lift your head up. It didn't help that the scorching sun was out today, hitting your eyes having to squint at who was in front.

A tall man came in to your peripheral. Legs for days, wearing mid length shorts exposing his thickly thighs. Eyes scanning towards his upper body, straight to his face. His face was illuminating beneath the sun, accentuating his beautiful features. He was a very handsome guy, you thought.

"Sorry, Yes I'd be glad if you could help," You laughed, shaking off your thoughts feeling ever so awkward. Which idiot even picks up this many bags at once? You sighed.

Just as he leaned down, his gaze almost met with yours. You don't know why you felt awkward, eyes looking at everything except him. Feeling shy out of nowhere. Continuing to pick up the remaining bags, until he his hand stopped you.

"It's fine I can hold them for you," bringing his hands forward to take the bags away from you, "I have muscles for a reason," He joked.

You didn't even realise your eyes lingering on his arms as he grabbed most of the groceries. He certainly looks like he goes gym often, you ponder. You managed to break your thoughts and walked over, finding the keys in your purse to open the front door.

You opened your door as you walked inside your home, the boy behind with all of your groceries.

"You can put them on the counter," you spoke out, watching him carry all your groceries putting them directly on it.

"By the way, what's your name?" You questioned.

"I'm Haechan," the cute boy spoke.

"Well thanks Haechan for helping me pick these up." Returning a warm smile.

"My pleasure, a beautiful woman like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things," Flirting right at you.

Beautiful.

It's been days since you've thought of gifting Mrs Lee sonething.

You've been in your kitchen preparing some brownies to offer Mrs Lee for being so sweet and welcoming since you moved in. A kind gesture from your side to return back.

Finally managing to finish them, putting them inside a container. You grabbed hold of it and started walking out of your house straight to Mrs Lee's home.

You reached her porch and knocked on her door a few times, waiting patiently. Figuring she wasn't home since no one opened the door, you decided to walk back, until a door opened.

Haechan smiled widely at the sight ahead, "Well hello there," Leaning on to his door with his messy bed hair, looking attractive as ever.

"Hey," you spoke until you realised who's at the door, "H-Haechan?" You had no idea Haechan was living right next door to your house, neither do you have a recollection of him saying he's Mrs Lee's son. It felt weird but yet a part of you liked to see him once again.

"Ah you're probably surprised, I actually live here," Hand brushing over his soft hair, realising he forgot to mention how he lives right next door to you. "But I'm happy to see your pretty self again," He flirts, leaning against his door with his arms crossed, watching you with a sly smirk.

Feeling flustered hearing him complimenting you once again, fuck. You look down and remember the reason you came here for.

"Actually I wanted to bring these," handing over the container to him, "For Mrs Lee and you." Although they were initially for Mrs Lee, however that's changed now.

"Mrs Lee has been very sweet so I thought i would return her a gesture," you smiled. Handing the box of brownies you made.

Haechan got his hands forward as he reaches for the container, "Oh thanks, made these yourself?"

"Yeah," you replied.

"Then I'm definitely having a taste," licking his lips as he tilt his head to the side, eyes shooting up to you, "Wanna come in?"

You didn't expect Haechan to invite you inside although you knew Mrs Lee, you haven't ever visited inside. It's okay you thought, it's just your neighbour right?

"Uh.. o-okay then," you smiled as you walked in to the house.

"You have a really nice house by the way," you say, as your eyes travel to every part of the home. It was well maintained and clean, hearing some background tv noise playing on inside. You kept strolling around the place.

Your eyes perk up to a portrait of Haechan and his mom. You see where the looks come from, he's undeniably beautiful. You shift your eyes back to him, "Is it just you two in your family?" You asked hesitantly, maybe it wasn't your business but you felt curious to know more.

Haechan walks by your side as you stand there, eyes glued on the image ahead. "Yeah it's just me and my mom," He adds, "It's cool though, I have a lot of cousins and friends living near me, so I don't feel anything less."

You didn't want to further ask any questions since it's not really your business. But having Mrs Lee as his mother, she seems to play both roles fairly well. It must be nice to have people around you, you thought.

"Why did you move here?" Haechan asked, curiousity of what a person like you are doing here. You don't seem to have anyone you live with or any family. He wonders.

Breaking out of thought, you responded, "For a fresh start I guess." You chuckled slightly.

"Bad relationship?" He questioned, surprising you how he guessed that immediately.

"Yeah, my ex wasn't the best after all. Cheated on me with some younger girl," you spat. Haechan's eyebrows raised in quickness at the allegation. Its surprising to him, you're drop dead gorgeous. Clearly that man must have been on some form of crack.

"Ouch," trying to sympathise. "That must have hurt."

"Mm," you breathed out. Not really wanting to get in to the details of how it truly made you feel. You're way over that stage of life now.

Having no idea that Haechan's eyes were glued on to you throughout the whole conversation.

"It must be lonely for you not having someone around," Sounding like he wishes he could change that for you.

You shrugged, "it can be sometimes but I'm okay with it."

"It's a shame," he cooed. Almost like he's making fun of your phlight which made you furrow your brows.

"And why is that?" You spoke, well yes it was a shame what happened but you cant change the past. Frankly you give no shit about what happened.

He looks straight ahead as you both stand, "Whoever that guy is was a fool. Real men now better." Its hilarious how someone like Haechan says these things, he's a young guy after all. What does he know?

Your face turns to the side where he stands straight, eyes fixated on him as you speak, "Know what?" You don't know why you even thought its wise to ask that from someone like him. Maybe you wanted a start, a start of something...

He tilts his head as he looks straight at your curious state, gaze almost turning darkly, leaning in as his finger pushed back the hair fell across your face, tucking it behind your ear gently. "That woman like you deserve to be fucked, fed and bred."

You froze. Hands tugging onto your clothes hearing the lewd words coming from Haechan's mouth. Mouth slightly opening feeling like the air has been pulled out of you. It was dangerous to ask him such a thing, what did you expect from a overly flirtatious young guy?

You'd be lying if you didn't get some thoughts, imagining how it'll be like to get bred... fucked... No! No! This is wrong. He's Mrs Lee's son. How on earth would she react knowing you think of her son in such ways. But you can't fight the tension that's been lingering since the very first meeting. He's youthful, handsome and so cocky.

You swallow hard before you could even speak, even his touch is driving you insane. "I... I h-have a delivery coming soon.. I should leave now," Trying to think of mere excuses just so you can get out of this situation. The longer you remain here the more your thighs squeeze harder, hoping Haechan doesn't notice what is bundling beneath.

Haechan smiled, "Of course. It was nice speaking to you. I hope to see you soon."

You hate how normal he acts while you become a whole mess infront of him.

Running isn't your forte but god, did you run for your life right there. Finally entering your house as you slammed your door, your back pressed against the cold. What the hell was that? Unable to even make sense of what just actually occurred. Did he just imply that towards you?

Closing your eyes shut as you bite down your lip, wondering how he would fuck. The type that pounds you straight to your next life. Absolutely relentless. You bet he knows exactly what a woman wants. Has he fucked a lot of girls? Has he been with someone older? The way he carries himself shows a sense of pride of knowing everything, such a cocky shit.

Can he handle you? Does he know the very nice neighbour of his holds a quiet secret? The secret how your the complete opposite of you show yourself to be. No one knows why you moved away, except Haechan now. But what he doesn't know is how you dealt with the cheating. Extremely hurt and questioning your self worth. Feeling like you was never good enough.

That was until you came across a part time role doing some online chatting on some sex app. All you had to do was talk and send pictures to a bunch of men online, young or old and fulfill their fantasies on some site.

It helped tremendously, boosting your confidence and feeling extremely desired. You felt wanted and sexy for once. Even met up with a couple who you explored yourself with, discovering a side of yourself you never even knew existed.

You walked over your room, going through your draw picking up one of your favourite vibrators. Maybe you can't fuck Haechan, but you can fuck yourself over his thoughts right?

That's when you got rid of each clothing and threw them on the floor. Spreading your legs only to find a strong aroma hitting your nose, your dripping so fucking badly.

Pressing the level to the highest setting, holding it closely to your clit as it vibrates all around it. Wandering how Haechan would eat your cunt, swirl that tongue of his he always let's out while he licks his lips. The type who forces his face inside your thighs and suffocates. He keeps begging for more, wanting to savour every fluid that comes out of your body..

"O-omg... H-Haechan...." hands touching your entire body wishing it was his, this time it didn't take long to cum. Already being a complete mess.

Your gasping for air, riding out the extreme orgasm thay jolts over your body. Legs trembling as the feeling is washing all over you.

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This aint enough for you having to constantly fuck yourself over him. Its been days. You think maybe finding someone and just fucking the tension with them will solve this lingering issue, right?

You managed to scoop a date online from one of your dating apps, you was always a regular on it until you felt bored. You just need a good fuck that is all, expecting nothing else. That's when you came across Joshua. A well spoken guy who is extremely attractive and has a great personality.

He instantly wanted to see you once you both spoke away, meshing really well together. You gave him the time and address to pick you up, as he really wanted to take you out for a date. And why not? After all it's a great distraction from Haechan, fucking on another dick.

He wanted to see you later in the evening time, leaving you only a few hours to get ready. You showered and dried up, applying your lotion around your entire body. Even massaging your breasts whilst your at it, getting them plumped up. Once your done, you start looking through your closet until your eyes fell on a dress. Opting for a tight hugging dress, emphasising on to your beautiful curves.

You kept looking directly at the mirror, in awe how godly you looked right now. Waist snatched, dress complimenting each body part. Getting just in time ready, quickly applying your favourite perfume all over yourself. Applying lipstick just before you leave the house. You knew you looked good tonight.

Joshua parked outside your house, sending a message of his arrival. Your face lit up once you saw the text and begun to walk over your door. Finally. A part of you was nervous, what if Haechan was outside? What would he think? But you brushed those anxious thoughts off.

You walked out of your porch, until you heard someone call you. Please don't be Haechan...

"____ you look beautiful!" Mrs Lee spoke, eyes gazing your entire body before looking back up, "what's the occasion? A date?" She raised a brow.

You let out a slight giggle, thanking God it was someone else who called. "Thank you Mrs Lee. Yes, I'm going on a date."

"Oh he's going to be mesmerised once he lays his eyes on you, I hope you enjoy your date."

"Thank you," you smiled politely. If only she knew the reason why you're going on this so called date is to fuck your frustration over her son.

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You arrived home not long ago. You had a great time over all, Joshua took you out for a nice meal which he paid for then you both had some car sex. He was a great fuck, you loved every second of it. However, you still feel this ache between your legs. Your mind yet again going back on to the flirty young neighbour of yours.

Wondering if it was Haechan fucking you instead... Nope. Not again. Head already hurting just be the thoughts of it. It'll probably never happen, or is it you just don't want it to happen?

That was until you hear your door bell ring. Who the hell would it be during this time? Walking up until you opened the door, eyes widening in surprise to see who is standing at the door, Haechan. The same person you've been wanting to avoid the whole time coming at the possible worse timing ever. It's like he just read your thoughts, feeling completely suffocated in his presence.

"Woah... you look gorgeous."

The first thing he uttered, only to cause your cheeks to fluster at the said compliment. It happened every time, whenever you came across Haechan he always managed to make your cheeks flared, hotness emitting from it. But he always had something to say and like usual he complimented. Not thinking to highly of it.

"That dress hugs your figure really well. I like it on you." His eyes linger down longer, Another compliment yet again. You had to make sure he was alone, you looked over him to see if there's a sign of anyone else there but it was full of silence.

"Thanks Haechan," you shyly responded being infront of his dark gaze. Before you could say anything else he spoke up.

"Can i come in? I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure," you said, walking letting enter as you close the door from behind. You walk towards him in the living room as he stands.

''So what did you want to speak about?"

"How was your date?" He shooted right away, curiosity in his mind. How did he even know?

"How did you know I went on a date?"

"Ah, my mom mentioned it earlier, said you looked stunning, which I don't doubt," Licking his lips as he gazes down your body.

"Ah it was fine..." you spoke as you looked down. You didn't want him to be here right now. Feeling the ache between your legs hitting you more. As much as you wanted him, you know how to separate your job between real life, which is why you always tried to avoid him whenever you came across. Which is why you fucked Joshua 2 hours ago.

"Your date got really lucky", if you was mine this entire outfit would be ripped off as soon as I laid eyes on you." Somehow he boldness coming from his words like never before. Was he drunk or something?

"Haechan, stop. This is really inappropriate of you." You snapped back.

"Oh fuck sakes. He sighed annoyed. You should know by now what I think of you. The filthy thoughts i have of you in my mind..."

"I think you should leave."

"I don't think you want me too," He smirks walking over to you. Your mind puzzled with thoughts, not realising your going down towards the kitchen counter as you hit behind it. His hand one the cold surface locking you in. "Think I haven't catched you staring at me all the time?"

He leaned in so close to your ears, with a small whisper, "Think I didn't notice the way you squeezed your thighs together that day _____?

"Nonsense," you spit.

"What's nonsense is how bad you want me to the point you had to go on a date with another guy just to fuck. Bet you thought of me when he fucked you huh, wishing it was me. Even playing with that wet cunt of yours, I know you think of me too..."

"S-stop..." you plead. Shutting your eyes to avoid eye contact. Feeling like he'd see you falter and the act of how you truly feel will come out.

"Why stop when it's only right? When we both want this? When it feels so good..." whispering into your ears

He was right. Suprised to hear the truth behind his words. You've been gawking at him ever since, lewd thoughts consuming your mind throughout the day. Fingering yourself for nights.

His knee comes between your legs as he spreads them open, watching how you slowly grind over them desperately, "You love this."

"What do you want Haechan?" Looking straight ahead watching how he leans in even closer to proxmity.

"You know what I want," the boy utters a whisper besides your neck leaving a cold sensation, causing a shock to your body that you aren't used to.

"But I can't.." you desperately sigh. Closing your eyes wide shut. The placement of his lips felt so good yet you just couldn't, it was wrong. What would happen if his sweet mom found out?

"You didn't say that during our conversations, AngelMilf00..." he snickered, feeling a smile above your skin he laid his lips on.

"W-what....." you barely managed to utter out being in a state of confusion, eyes opening wide at the shocking statement. A million questions surrounding your mind. Puzzled by his words. How does Haechan know your AngelMilf00? Who told him? How did he know you use that website? How did he find out?

"H-how do you k-know about that...?" You asked nervously, still in utter shock.

"So... wait, you're... Hyuck..."

"66," he finishes.

"Believe me I was shocked myself too. I thought i was being delusional but you have the exact same birth mark on your chest," He points his finger directly on to it. God even his touch fucking feels electrifying.

"I remembered seeing you before and I noticed that mark. But for some reason I couldn't shake it off, the more I saw the picture you sent me, the more I was convinced it's you."

"Mistress.."

Hearing him call you that sent a shock to your body, your cunt barely surviving as its heart beat increases. Fuck. His sweet voice calling you, the times when he was being such an obedient boy. It was him all along.

You gulped hard as you heard him talk. How something so small can expose everything. It's quite ridiculous to even say that allegation, but it was right in your case. It was you after all.

"So thanks to your beautiful birth mark on my favourite set of tits", Eyes flicking down with his fingers wandering down to your breasts, I just knew right away. So tell me sweetheart, Am I right?"

You never would have guessed Haechan would be one of the people you speak with. Still shocked, how that very person you had admired lived right close to you. All them nights of speaking, fucking on your fingers in thoughts of him, wanting him to put you in your place as much as you wanted to do him. And here he is, the man himself.

"F-fuck.." you slowly muttered, breath getting hitched up before speaking up, "Y-you're right Haechan."

Haechan chuckled, doing that hot habit of his when brushing his fingers in his hair, grinning so hard."I can't stop thinking about you, how good you'd take up all my cock inside your cunt. But I can't stop thinking how much ur dripping underneath this pretty dress."

"Who said I'm dripping?" You retorted, with a half grin across. The lies told by you is ridiculous. Knowing damn well your wetter than ever at this very point yet the brat in you wants to not admit it.

Haechan extends his hand on your thighs before his fingers swirl up towards your heat, causing you to bite your lips. "So if I just put my hand under your needy cunt you're telling me you won't be dripping of wetness?"

He's not stupid. He knows how his touch drives you insane just by seeing your reaction, leaving a small whimper.

Ever since he's entered in your home, He can't help but think what flimsy material that dress is. Easily ripping apart. Leaving nothing to his imagination, hugging your curves so tightly.

You grab hold of his hand tightly, stopping him from entering inside, "I guess I should teach you other ways to find out, don't you think baby?"

And here comes the side of yourself which Haechan always wanted to experience, for once finding someone who counterparts and puts him right in his place, happily.

"Then teach me," Haechans voice drops lower, face pushing down towards your heaving chest as he looks up,"Teach me how to make you feel good mistress..."

"Sit." You demanded.

All Haechan has ever acted was being cocky for his own good. You know what will put him in his place right now.

He kneels down as he gazes up, eyes turning from dark to soft in an instant, like a stupid little puppy waiting for his treat.

"You got quite a mouth on you, you know that?"

"But I-.."

"Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to speak?"

Pulling your dress all the way up only for Haechan to see you have absoutely nothing on underneath. Your bare cunt is just dripping with slick, throbbing for touch. Spreading your thighs wide enough, pulling his face closer to nozzle in between your thighs.

Shivering from whats happening, he squeezes his own thighs in pleasure. His cock hurts so so bad. But he wants to please his mistress.

His lips launch around the folds, slight hair which prickles his face. You love the feel of his fat pink lips going all across.

You grab on to his soft hair only to pull it vigorously, an indication for Haechan to keep going. He can't even pause for any second to let out a breath. You want to cum. It's a need, a necesscity.

Grinding all over his gorgeous slick filled face, you slightly squat your thighs on to his cute nose as it hits the clit. Wanting him to feel suffocation, the only way to serve you is being close to giving up entirely. His hands tighten against your thighs, red marks arise having his fingers firmly pressed into your skin. A sign of struggles, you can hear his groans. His face being filled of your cum and his own tears, looking the most beautiful ever.

Thighs burning so badly, moving away from his nose, you move your hips all his mouth. The gush of his own saliva splattered all over. He fucking loves eating pussy, he just wants to take you all in, being all kinds of nasty with you.

"Look so pretty with a cunt on your face, Keep going and you might get a treat," You praised, moving your fingers on his around his cheek looking down at the desperate little bitch who would do anything to please his mistress.

Haechan loves hearing praise, knowing he is doing such a good job. It further excites him by becoming aggressive with his sucking, his tongue spreading over your folds before he shoves them deeply inside your cunt. Making you tremble as the pleasure begins to overflow your entire body.

"K-keep going," you breath out with a moan, mouth opening wider each time he swirls his tongue around, inserting it in and out. You knew your approaching your end very soon as your body continues to shake tremendously, legs aching not being able to remain stable.

You have your hand on the kitchen counter for support, spreading your legs further just to feel his desperate tongue slurping all the way down to your ass. Running your own hands to your breasts, you tightly squeeze and pinch your nipples. Knowing how much he admires your breasts you put on a little show for him, as hes not being allowed to touch.

He growls loudly inside of you, veins popping out from his neck ready to burst. He continues to get aggravated. He hates how he can't even put his hand above and fondle your beautiful breasts. Suffering just by watching, cock hardening at each second. You know the look he has in his eyes, he's at his breaking point. You love it.

"Shit, I'm going to squirt.." you shivered as you spoke. You stop moving but Haechan pulls you closer beneath you, his eyes begging for more. He's not done yet, he wants to ride you out completely.

"N-need to be good, I want to consume it all, I wanna be your good boy-, he sniffles in between with cum filled around his features. His eyes almost puppy like, watering with your slick mixed with tears. He looks so cute like this.

"P-please Mistress," he begged so obediently.

"O-open your mouth baby," Releasing once his mouth is entirely open, flushing down the liquid that exerts out from you. Looking below and watching how he doesn't miss a single drop. He enjoyed it so much, still slurping your hole because he loves to give pleasure.

You bring him up and immediately kiss him. Feeling the taste of your own self on his lips. "Fuck me Haechan," you murmured against his lips hard, bodies colliding roughly.

You love teaching him a lesson, he's always been cockier than ever and deserves to be put in to place. However, you know how great he'd be fucking you, mouthing full of disgusting things. You love to be dominated.

"Gladly," he excitedly states. He knows he won't be able to last long at all and needs to feel being inside of you. Removing his belt, taking his pants half way down, he flips you around against the counter.

He slaps your swollen cunt hard then soothes it with his mouth as he kissed, "Fucking love this cunt," he groans, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth.

He strokes his cock once before pushes it through your abused cunt. You can feel the way all his inches pushed through, his cock felt so good inside you. This is what you've always wanted to feel, Haechan's cock sliding through.

"Mm.. your cunt is much tighter than I thought." he growled. Eyes rolling back feeling your warm cunt. Increasing his pace once he settled in. He sinks lower and lower with his hands over your waist, making you feel all his inches.

"You feel so big in me," you moaned. His cock was a fairly decent size with thick grith. He felt perfect, strecthing out all yours walls already. Like he's made for it.

He delivers small licks over your spine, causing a shiver over your entire body. "Yeah? Giving you deeper strokes, Thought I had a small cock, huh?"

His hands grab on to your breasts, squeezing them before he flicks with his fingers.

Your eyes rolling back, Haechan is thrusting aggressively. You know he felt some way about it but really you just was playing.

"Mmm.." you wince out.

"Those grown men know nothing. You're just a slut in heat. Begging to get fucked," mercilessly fucking you with his other hand finding its way to your clit. Speeding roughly as his hand moves around the clit.

"Your c-cock feels so good..."

Haechan chuckles, "Oh I know it does. That guy definitely didn't fuck you right, needy cunt of yours keeps begging for my cock," Smacking your ass with a loud thud, groaning as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing you on to the cold surface.

Haechan squeezes your throat, balls smacking behind your ass as he begins to feel like he's coming. Fucking you straight animalistic.

"Only i can fuck you this good," ramming his cock faster as one hand is on your throat, tightening as he increases his pace. You can hear his gorgeous loud groans, his drool coating your back as it slips behind you.

"Wanna know something? Getting slower in his pace after the build up, making you wince. "I've been fucking others but I don't even cum in them. Wanna know why?"

"W-why Haechan...." you muffled out

He picks his pace back up, going ballistic with his balls hitting behind, hand grabbing your throat pressing on it roughly, making you suffocate and harder to breathe.

"Because you own my cum. It belongs to only you."

"C-cumming.... oh.... fuckk..." you cried. Your whole body shaking, legs trembling from the orgasmn that just occurred. Rolling your eyes back and loudly moaning, you creamed all over his cock. The feel of his hot cum shooting all over your cunt and owning it was the best thing you ever experienced.

He keeps thrusting his cock inside your wet cum filled cunt, making sure your inside sucks it all in. Swallowing it down.

"Shit.. your cunt felt so good I couldn't help but fucking bust," he looks in awe at how much your dripping.

You loved it. Finally fucking Haechan and getting rid of the frustration building between you both.

You both cleaned up in the shower together, then he left soon after.

Already you're feeling ache down below. But at least now you can call him over and fuck how ever much you wanted.

Texting Jaemin:

Haechan [12.30am] yo u won't believe who i just fucked...

Half an hour after

Angel [1.00am] meet me tommrow

Angel [1.01am] miss your cock

Well that article was true after all.

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A Moment's Surprise--Epilogue

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this series as necessary.

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~4 Years Later

The true madness of this time of year, outside of the holiday craze, is Calum having a full house with two kids now who are home all the time. You take off from work to be there and Calum takes days to work from home to help as well. Though this year in particular is fuller than others with new music on the horizon. But Calum enjoys it nonetheless. You follow behind Calum as he pulls up the rear of the band. Though normally, Calum took radio interviews and his work solo, he’d ask you to bring the kids along. As Calum called it, he wanted a “Take the kids to work day” and today would be light enough for interviews that Calum could tote them around the radio station, but still handle most of the interviews solo. There is one interview towards the end of the day, that Calum did want both boys to sit in with him for and the prospect of helping Dad with his work made Amiri and Arran ecstatic.

But currently, this interview is one that Calum has to do by himself. As he settles into the cushioned chair, he throws one last glance back through the glass windows of the room. Amiri waves, a big grin lighting up his face. Calum waves back before traveling up to find your face. You hold onto Amiri’s hand and still carry Arran on your opposite hip. But your smile is still big and then a moment later, you’re leading two duo of kids away back towards the green room that the boys were just in before settling in for the interview. He can see you’re talking but he can’t hear the words. Amiri gives one last wave but a thumbs up and Calum returns with a kiss thrown in his direction.

“Welcome back,” the host starts. The voice is big and chipper in Calum’s ears, but he’s only ever focused on you and the kids. “We’re in the studio with the hottest band still even after a four year hiatus, 5 Seconds of Summer. Welcome back boys.”

“Oh, thanks for having us,” Ashton replies with a smile.

“You four are back in a big big way. And some of you have major additions to your crews, family and things, Calum, in particular,” the hosts teases.

The sound of his name gets Calum to turn around fully. “Uh, yeah,” he laughs, readjusting the headset.

“So we’re up to two baby boys for you. How does it feel? Any plans for more?”

“It’s-it’s great,” Calum starts. “My spouse and I- we put the kids first really with things. So it’s sort of easier that we’re on the same page and uh, baby two definitely is easier in some ways but it also makes things a bit more challenging. Balancing out the attention can sometimes be tricky. As for more, unclear. Two was our sort of max.”

“You’re crushing it,” Luke cuts in. His tone is colored by his own awe. “This man will be on a Zoom call with the one of them on his hip, fixing lunch, dealing with a juice spill, a dog and still like actively participating. He’s like a real life Superman or something.”

“Sounds like quite a full day for you, Calum,” the host tacks on. “Care to tell us more about that?”

“The days are quite full,” Calum agrees with a laugh. “But I wouldn’t get anywhere with my spouse or the support of these fellas. When I just need to be a dad that day or just need to be a husband, like I have to take a step back for my kids or my spouse, they understand. So it’s nice to have that support. These men have been integral in me being able to be there for my kids, for me to be Superman.”

“I love my nephews, man!” Michael chimes in. “They’re so fucking cute and I don’t know how you say no to them, Cal. Like they’re just so little and adorable.”

“Uh, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes they just win. Like when it’s an extra cup of juice after dinner or something, you just let them have it,” Calum laughs.

“Ah, that’s the secret to parenting,” the host laughs.

“Just one of the many,” Calum returns.

“So we’ve got kids, dogs, juice spills, and we’re getting new music. There’s been rumors around the mill that a certain single might get its live debut here at Jingle Bell Ball next week? Hmm, what about that fellas?”

“Did you hear about this?” Ashton asks, looking at the other guys. “I must’ve missed that one.” He says it with a grin, so everyone understands the playful tease to the statement.

The rest of the interview goes well and in the breaks between interviews, Calum pokes his head into the greenroom. Amiri looks up from the sound of the door opening. “Hi, Dad,” he greets, pushing up from the table. It looks like he might be drawing but Calum’s not entirely sure before he’s wrapping Amiri up in a hug.

“Hey, buddy. What’s going on here?”

“Drawing,” Amiri returns. “Alphabet is next too!”

“Hmm, yes, definitely got those ABC’s in too, kid.” Calum walks further into the room, Amiri at his side. Arran sits next to you munching on some snacks, goldfish Calum’s sure as the two year old has become adamant about having the snack once a day. Another small thing to keep the peace, to keep sanity. It’s countered with a lot of fruits and vegetables.

“Daddy!” Arran cheers. He only loses two goldfish in the process as they clatter to the floor. You're swift to pick them up off the floor.

“Hi!” Calum returns. “How’re the goldfish treating you?”

“Good,” Arran smiles.

Calum notices a tug at his pant leg and looks down to Amiri. “Yes, Amiri?”

“Bafroom, please. I really gotta go.”

“Okay, I’ll take you to the bathroom,” Calum agrees and pushes forward to kiss you on the cheek and kiss Arran’s forehead. “Alright, Amiri, one bathroom trip. All aboard?” Calum reaches out his hand.

Amiri takes it. “All aboard!”

“Excellent, here we go.”

Arran hands you back the bag of his snack. About half of the goldfish remain. “Done,” he tells you.

“You’re done?” you ask.

Arran nods. “Done,” he repeats.

“Okay. We’ll save the rest.” You place them back into the backpack you have full of things to occupy and feed the two boys with. Arran watches and spies his normal drawing bag.

“I draw?”

“You want to draw too?” you ask to make sure you understand.

“Pwease.”

The lost ‘l’ sound makes your heart melt just a little and you nod. “Okay, you can draw too.” You help him get set up at the small table in the room, opposite of where Amiri’s stuff still lingers. The moment you resign yourself to stay on the floor as all other attempts to get back to the couch are thwarted by Arran’s insistence that you draw with him, you hear the door open back up.

“You guys ready?” The voice asks. You’re sure it’s a production assistant or someone else wrangling the band for the interview.

“Uh, Calum’s with one of his sons. But once he’s back, we’ll be ready,” Ashton returns.

“I’m with who?” You turn then to the sound and spot Calum approaching just behind the assistant.

“We’re getting rounded up,” Luke returns.

“How many until we can work with you Dad?” Amiri asks.

“Right after this one,” Calum answers, leading Amiri back into the room. He excuses himself around the assistant who’s still holding the door open and gives a quick thanks.

“When your lunch?” Amiri asks. You snicker at the question, but know that Amiri’s dead decision on getting the answer to it. The times you and Calum have gotten onto each other about skipping meals only means that the kids have picked up on it as well.

Calum’s a bit speechless for a moment but walks Amiri back to his spot in front of his coloring. “It’s Dad’s job to worry about you and your lunch, not the other way around.”

Amiri is not satisfied with the answer and puts a hand on his hip. “Dad.”

Calum laughs but squats down to Amiri’s level. “Dad’s going to eat right after the interview you help me with. Be thinking about what I should get okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Amiri answers.

“I love you, buddy. So much,” Calum returns, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Be good while I’m gone, Arran,” Calum warns.

“I good!” the youngest cheers back, the red crayon tight in his hold.

“You okay, babe?” Calum asks you.

“I’m good, love.” It’s only a nod between you two. But you both know everything else that’s to be said behind it. If any of that were to change, you’d give a shout. If Calum needed anything, he'd only have to give you a shout. The two of you are always just a call away. “Go be a rockstar, Dad. I’ve got them.”

“Love you,” Calum whispers before standing.

“I know,” you tease, lightly tapping his calf as he heads for the door. You figure the interview won’t take too long. But you still work to keep Amiri and Arran occupied as much as possible. Arran sticks to depicting his version of a soccer field with him and Calum and you doing drills. Amiri works on a mock up drawing of a bass and you grin knowing what it means. “You excited to give Dad his gift?”

Amiri nods, but it’s not as eager as it normally is. “Yeah, I’m excited.”

“You sound blue. Am I hearing you right?”

Amiri shrugs. “I’m scared,” he whispers.

“You’re scared. Okay. It’s okay to be scared. Do you know why you’re scared?”

“Worry, I fink.” His brows pull together. He’s not quite sure that’s the right word. But the last time he felt like this you and Calum called it that. It feels the same--like the voice in the back of his head keeps telling him what if it all goes wrong.

“Worried. Okay. Do you know about what? What are you worried about?”

“What if-What if Dad doesn’t like it? What if he fink it silly?”

“Bud,” you coo, reaching your head across the table. You leave it palm up for Amiri to take if he wants. “What do you think will happen if he doesn’t like it?”

“It hurt,” Amiri states. “Hurt my feelings.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “yeah if Dad doesn’t like it that does sound like it would hurt your feelings. What else do you think will happen?”

Amiri sniffles just a little, eyes finally flicking up at you. The tears are welling along the bottom of his eyes. “What if he won’t love me?”

“Amiri David Hood, your dad loves you more than you know. And if he doesn’t love you over a bass he doesn’t like that you made for him, I will personally and I mean this 100 percent honestly, kick his ass. And then I will sit you two down and you can tell him how much his actions hurt you way worse than whatever I did.”

“Matua, you said a bad word,” Amiri giggles. “You said we can’t say that.”

You reach into your pocket, where you keep spare change for moments like this. You find a dime and hand it over to Amiri. “It was worth it. But how does that sound? If he hurts your feelings, you can let him know. We won’t accept behavior like that.”

“Thanks, Matua.”

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

Another few minutes pass and then Calum returns, making a big show of throwing open the doors. “Where are my boys?” he asks, looking into the room. He purposefully looks over your group.

Arran giggles and runs from your arms to Calum’s legs. “Here!”

“Oh that’s one,” Calum laughs. “There’s one more. Where is he?”

Amiri clutches the picture to his chest and you two share a small moment’s glance. You nod over your shoulder to Calum. “Go,” you whisper. “I’m right behind.” Amiri nods, kissing your cheek before heading over to Calum.

“Oh, lookie there, there’s the other one,” Calum teases. You start to clean up the crayons and paper, getting them back into the backpack before standing too. “Hey, Amiri, everything okay?” Calum’s voice is soft as he asks and you’re praying Amiri keeps it together long enough for the surprise. But even if he doesn’t, you know that it’s okay.

“Yeah.” It doesn’t sound super convincing but there’s only so much you can do to help as you get the things organized.

“You can tell me anything, okay, buddy. Dad’s always here for you. Do you still want to help me in this next interview?”

“Please.”

“Okay, bud. Thanks for all your help. Do you want to wear the big headphones for Dad? It’s a big job.”

“I can do it,” Amiri laughs.

“Alright! You think about what Dad should eat after?”

“Vegetables,” Amiri returns. He follows alongside Calum out of the room. Arran’s situated in Calum’s arm.

“Okay, We can arrange for that. Anything else?”

“Fruit.”

“Consider it done,” Calum returns. You follow behind them and down the hallways. Amiri rattles down through his considerations and for the time being, the question seems to have distracted him well enough. Calum settles into a chair and gets Arran on one thigh and you help Amiri up onto Calum’s other thigh. They get a snug squeeze from Calum and laugh. You help Amiri get the headphones on and snicker just a little at the way they almost swallow his entire head.

“They so big,” Amiri calls out.

Calum laughs and gets one ear free for Amiri. “Yeah, they are.” He notices the upside piece of paper. From the backside he can see the green and black and brown indentations and color of the marks and crayons. And he almost asks what it is thar Amiri holding but the question dies as Arran reaches up for the microphone.

“Okay, so, clearly I’m losing here,” Calum laughs. “Arran, can you let Matua get it right? Do you want to help?”

“Help!” Arran declares.

“Okay, you can help them.” You get Arran’s hands situated on the right angle and then push the microphone so that it’ll catch Calum’s voice and also pick up hopefully Amiri and Arran should either one contribute.

“Does that look good to you, Arran?” you ask.

He inspects it before giving a definitive nod. “Yes.”

“Perfect. Thank you for your help.”

“Fank you,” Arran returns. You settle in the seat behind Calum knowing that you’ll no doubt need to readjust something at some point. Only a few minutes pass before the interview truly starts up and Amiri smiles just a little. He drops his head back to look at Calum around the headphone.

“This strange,” Amiri giggles.

The radio host pauses for a moment and laughs at Amiri’s confession. “I heard it was a big day for you too, Amiri.”

Amiri turns back to the host. “I help my dad!”

“Yeah, how’s that going so far? Have you been having fun?”

Amiri nods. “Yes. Fank you.”

“Oh, so polite. You’re welcome,” the host laughs. “Your brother is here too? How’s that?”

“Arran’s cool,” Amiri returns with a proud nod. Calum laughs at the exchange and gently encourages Arran to say hi if he wants. The two year old proudly declares his presence and everyone’s laughter bubbles. The questions start to roll more for the band and you watch Amiri closely. He turns his attention back and forth from his uncles as they answer to the host as they speak. His hands pull a little at the paper with the drawing with each question.

“So, how are we feeling about taking the Jingle Bell Ball once again? Do you guys feel like pros?”

“We love playing live shows,” Luke answers. “And no matter how much we do it, we want to make sure we’re, like, putting on a good show. So it’s comforting and like, nerve-wracking all at the same time.”

“Anything new and exciting you four are looking to debut? A laser light show? Maybe some backup dancers?”

The joke lands well and Ashton takes the question to answer. “The band has always been the four of us and about our music, so we want to for the time being to keep it that way. But who knows? The future’s full of possibilities. Though I’m thinking of new kits.”

“Ah, there we go. A good new kit could be fun. I’ve heard though, Calum, you might be looking to add a new bass to your rotation?”

Calum’s brows knit together. “I’m sorry? I don’t--”

“Dad,” Amiri interjects.

“Yes, buddy? You okay?” The confusion of the host’s question falls away as Calum turns his attention to Amiri.

“I told Matua ‘bout this. And I’m scared.”

“Scared? What are you scared about Amiri?”

Amiri reaches for the drawing and flips it over. A forest green instrument stares back at Calum. It looks like a bass, given the number of strings. There’s a brown neck and black and gold floral accents. “I made it. For you.”

“Oh, bud, this is so great. Thank you,” Calum exhales. He kisses Amiri’s forehead. “I love it.”

Amiri points to the door and Calum turns his attention in that direction. You’re already crossing the room to take hold of a case. “No, Dad. I made it. Like a new bass. For you to play wif.”

Calum sputters for his words as the rest of the guys shuffle over as much as possible. You’re careful as you crack open the case and a forest green bass stares back at him. “Buddy, what? You had a bass made for me?” Calum asks.

Amiri nods. “Early Christmas,” he grins.

“Oh my god,” Calum whispers. “It’s beautiful, son. Thank you.”

“You like it?”

“Like it? Amiri, I love it. Thank you so so much.” Amiri nods before the two embrace and Calum looks back over his shoulder to the bass. There’s specs of something like glitter or something reflective that catch in the light of the room. “I’m so blown away. You designed that?”

“Yep! Matua and Arran helped some. But I even paid for it!” Amiri boasts. “

You lean down into Michael’s microphone as everyone in the room seems a bit confused. “I gave him the card and he put the card into the machine and we signed together. So he ‘paid’ for it. But he’s been working hard on this since June. He came up to me after one of your days swimming and said, ‘Matua, I want to make Dad a bass for Christmas.’ And I was like, pick one out from a store that you think he’ll like or have one made. And he was adamant that he wanted to design one top to bottom. So, uh, Calum, all those extra doctor’s appointments and errands were me taking Amiri to the shop to work with the folks to design this bass. We’d spend an hour with them so he could screw in stuff and help them get the paint color right. And I don’t know much about how they actually build a bass. But if Amiri becomes a craftsman, I think we know why now.”

Calum looks back to the bass and is blown away by the fact that Amiri wanted to do something like this for him. “I’m going to eat so many vegetables to make up for this,” he laughs.

The room bursts into laughter. But Amiri knows what it means and he kisses Calum on his cheek. “So many,” Amiri giggles. “Love you, Dad.”

A week later, as the crowd starts to roar, Calum swings the forest green bass to his side and squats down to Amiri and Arran’s level. They give him a fist bump each. The headphones over their ears are to protect their hearing and sometimes Calum wishes they could hear the quick blessing he whispers over them. But he wonders if it’s better this way. If part of the routine is the silent care and love Calum pours over them. You fist bump Calum once he stands up fully and the two of you share a quick kiss.

The track, deep bass and the hint of Babylon, rises and Calum turns back to the band as they give each other one last fist bump and head up the steps of the stage. You catch the bass drum as Ashton settles kicking up. More people working the stage start to bustle about so you pick up Amiri and Arran to make sure they can still see Calum. Today, the Jingle Bell Ball set is the debut of Calum’s new bass and you were halfway anticipating Calum saying he can’t even touch the instrument because of the reason behind it.

But you’re glad he did take it. Amiri beams in your arms, watching as Calum works his fingers over the strings. Every second Amiri spent drawing and helping assemble the instrument matters ten times more in this moment. The set isn’t long as there are many other acts gearing up to follow. You set Amiri down first about halfway through the last song. You readjust your shirt after getting Arran down. Amiri shouts up at you and you don’t quite catch it all. You go to signal to him to give you just one more minute because the last notes are ringing out but instead he takes off. He bolts for the stage and your heart races in your chest. Arran, who notices Amiri taking off, jets off two.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter. Amiri stays at Calum’s side and it takes Calum just a second to realize that Amiri’s there until he notices the crowd giving a big ‘Aw’ as Amiri pats at his leg. Just as Calum gets down to the squat, Arran comes running out too.

Calum looks back over to you. You seem frozen for a moment before you start towards the stage. He signals for you to stay. He thinks you’re apologizing, but can’t confirm it. Kids are kids, he knows. At the end of the day, they’ll do kid things. Calum gets both boys into his arms and then gets over to the rest of the boys to give a quick bow. It’s not easy with both kids in his arms, but Calum dips his head and then carries Amiri and Arran off stage.

“I’m so sorry,” you rush out, coming up to Calum.

He shakes his head. “It’s okay. What happened?”

You reach up to help him out of his inner ears so that they can get packed up with the rest of the gear. “I’m not sure. I went to get Amiri down and I think he asked me something but I couldn’t hear him and then he took off,” you answer, following behind Calum as he steps away from the side of the stage.

“Can you get the headphones off for me?”

You walk behind Calum for a step or two and then he pulls off the side of the hallway. You work the headphones down from Amiri first and then Arran second. You hold the orange and red pairs of headphones in your hands as Calum looks over to Amiri. “Hey, Ri, what happened there? You coming on stage?”

He looks frightened for a moment at the question. “I asked Matua if I could go. I got excited.”

“Hey, no. It’s okay that you got excited. But Matua couldn’t hear you over the noise. You’ve got to stick with them. You shouldn’t run off like that. There’s cords and you could’ve easily tripped and fell. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Amiri’s eyes widened at the realization. “Oh, I’m sorry, Matua! I thought you said yes.”

You run a hand over his hair, the curls coming out in full force the older he gets. “Hey, you didn’t get hurt. So for now, no harm, no foul.”

“Arran, you shouldn’t run off either,” Calum adds. “I know you want to follow what Amiri does, but I want to keep you safe too.”

“I should stay with Matua,” Amiri interjects. “Sorry again.”

“Apology accepted, dear.” You kiss his head.

“Sowwy,” Arran tacks on as well.

“Apology accepted,” Calum returns. “And in awesome news, Amiri, the new bass absolutely shreds.”

The fear that filled Amiri’s face melts away as he perks up and smiles. “Really?”

“Oh, one thousand percent, it shreds,” Calum laughs. “Thank you again for making it for me.”

“I want to make more things!” Amiri declares. “Maybe I can make cool sticks for Uncle Ash?”

“I look forward to all your creations, Amiri. They’re brilliant. Absolutely phenomenal.” Amiri rattles on about all his other ideas and Calum carries them both down back towards the green room. Arran interjects sometimes with lines from the songs that they sung on stage and the whole trio of them fall into their normal rhythm of laughter. As you stay close to them, you catch the glint of your bands and think about how inside of each of them is one inscription that reads together, till death. And if death means your two kids giving you a heart attack and Calum being there, then you’ll take it all the way to the end.

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Just Friends

SUMMARY: Sam asks the group who they think are the “hottest” members of the team. You don’t make the cute for Bucky’s top five.

Bucky x TALL!Reader

W/C: 5,800

WARNINGS: angst, swearing (like two f bombs), cannon level violence, Bucky being an idiot (it’s a warning), physical insecurities, fake science

A/N: I wrote this because the top 5 situation actually happened to me IRL and when you don’t make someone you like’s list, it sucks. Also, this is in no way meant as being against people who are smaller! I am just a tall/plus size woman and sometimes that really makes you feel like you’re unattractive to people because you don’t fit the gender norm. Let me know what you think! I’m pretty new at this so I’d appreciate the feedback!

Also, HUGE shout out to @princessmisery666 for being so patient and supportive! Thank you for being my beta! Your comments were so incredibly helpful!

The best part about working with Bucky was that you got to see him everyday. The worst part was that you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t attracted to you.

You knew you were a good looking woman, people would often tell you that. It usually happened when you weren’t necessarily feeling your prettiest. Somehow that made it worse. Others would compliment you but he never would. Even when you knew you looked good- like you had put in extra effort and actually tried that day- still he would give you nothing.

You sat across from him in the common room looking at all the other Avengers wondering why he didn’t feel the same when you finally got your answer.

“Alright man,” Sam called out to the group. “Top five, let’s go.”

“Top five?” asked Clint, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. “Top five what?”

Everyone looked back to Sam, - “Top five on who you think is lookin’ most fine”.

“You want us to rate each other?” You asked incredulously.

“Naw, man!” Sam replied. “I want to know who you think are the top five most attractive! Male and female!”

You slunk back into the sofa, both curious and terrified of the conversation to come.

You heard huffs from the others but no one objected. Vision went first and of course he could only answer with; “I believe all of you are inherently lovely. I couldn’t possibly pick a top five of those who I find to be most attractive.” As soon as he finished and the room was no longer focused on him though he leaned over to Wanda and said something in her ear that made her blush.

You brought your cup up to your lips to hide your smile. You loved how happy they were after having been through so much heartbreak.

Sam went next, “Imma say, Wanda, Nat, Gamora’s got it goin’ on…for an alien…Hill - don’t tell her I said that- and…Y/N,” he said throwing you a wink.

You smiled but shook your head with a roll of your eyes. You knew the only reason he said your name was because you were in the room. He was trying to be kind. Men didn’t seem to be actively lining up to be with you…it might have something to do with them being intimidated by you being an Avenger but who could possibly know

“Sam you would think anything with legs that gave you the time of day was hot,” Bucky shot.

The others laughed but Sam shot back, “alright, Tin Man, who’s on your list? Okoye?”

“Yeah for one! I would be dead before I could make a move but sure! She’s dangerous and stunning!” He took a swig of bourbon as if he was done.

“Alright then who else?” Wanda leaned forward winking at you.

You shot her a warning look. You had only told her how you felt about Bucky once on a drunken night after finding out he had gone on date with another recruit. Jealousy had reared its ugly head and she could feel your angst that night. You had asked Wanda how; “A tiny little thing that would barely hold her own in the ring,” could possibly catch his eye. It was as if the only thing he saw you as was an ear to listen to his problems and a soldier he could rely on in the field. You had seen them together multiple times since then and every time it pained you more.

She was everything you weren’t. Barely five foot, two inches tall with a skinny frame to match, and a nicely formed backside. In reality you couldn’t be mad at Bucky. He deserved to be happy. He was your friend and you wanted that for him. You just wanted that particular happiness too.

“Okay, okay!” Bucky’s hands came up in surrender as he finished his drink and leaned back to think, He sat so close to you his left bicep of his folded arms brushed yours with every breath he took.“Okoye? Sure…uh… in no particular order…Wanda, Nat, Darcy, and the little woman, Kris, from reception.”

“It seems, Mr. Barnes”, said Vision, “that you prefer mates who are significantly smaller than you. I do believe that of that group, Wanda is the tallest one.”

“Which isn’t really saying much because I’m only five, six”, she complained.

“The perfect height my dear.” Wanda smiled at that and kissed Vision’s cheek .

You took another long sip of your drink as you registered what had been said. Your stomach soured as you finished the glass. Not so much from the alcohol as from the realization that the man who you had secretly been pinning over didn’t even list you as attractive enough to make his top five.

You felt like you knew why. It was just too much. You weren’t small and dainty like those on his list. You had big bones and a can do attitude. You wouldn’t take crap from people. And because you were so tall you could come off as intimidating…or so some men had told you.

“I’m going to get another drink,” You whispered to no one in particular.

But Sam really couldn’t read a room and he called you out. “No, no! Who’s on your list Y/N?”

“Oh no!” You said dryly. “I’d have to be much drunker for that conversation. For now, I'll keep my opinions to myself.”

You spotted Bucky’s surprised face before you made your way over to the bar. The conversation carried on behind you as you refilled your glass. Thoughts of Bucky’s revelation clouding your mind. You were never going to be good enough for him because you were just too big. Too tall. Too much. He liked the smallest, most petite women in the compound. Feeling your emotions swelling,you decided to grab the bottle and made your way quietly out of the room while the ruckus continued.

Once on your floor you closed the door behind you with a forceful slam, “FRIDAY!! Lock the door and don’t open it for anyone!!”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N.”

The rest of the night was spent on the floor in your sweats drinking from your bottle of whiskey and feeling sorry for yourself and all the things you couldn’t be because of biology.

You weren’t sure if it was a drunken stupor or your imagination but at one point you could have sworn you heard a knock only for it to go away just as quickly.

…

The next day you had an awful hangover and didn’t get out of bed. Bucky came to your door for your normal morning run.

“Tell him I’m not going, Friday.”

“He would like to know why, Miss.”

“Tell him it’s my time of the month.”

“Your time of the month was last week, Miss.”

“Who’s side are you on, Friday? Just tell him I’m sick.”

“Very well, Miss.”

It was silent for a few moments and you had thought that would be enough to get Bucky off your back for now.

“Mr. Barnes would like to know if you’d like to see Dr. Cho, Miss.”

“Uuuugggghhhh,” you rolled out of bed and marched over, irritated that the one person you didn’t want to see was at your door.Pulling it open with a huff you practically screamed. “What?!?”

“Woah!” Bucky jumped back startled at your disheveled appearance and puffy eyes. “I just want to make sure you’re alright, doll. You didn’t come back last night and you never answered the door when I came to check on you.”

So there was a knock last night.

You couldn’t look him in the eye as your eyes filled with tears again, this time with shame. “I’m fine, Bucky.” You started shutting the door quickly and he stuck his hand on it preventing you from closing it again.

“Y/N…what’s…”

“Bucky, I just need some rest okay?” You cut him off, “I’m fine. I promise I’ll be right as rain tomorrow.” You smiled weakly.

Bucky searched your face as if trying to find what you weren’t telling him in your eyes. But you were an Avenger and you knew how to school your features to show nothing.

Bucky sighed and shook his head, “alright, doll. I’m here if you want to talk about anything.”

“Yes, fine,” you said pushing him out the door. Your eyes had flooded with tears again. You didn’t look up to see Bucky’s hurt and concerned face as you closed the door again and put your back to it.

You held your breath listening for his footsteps to retreat before sinking to the floor and crying.

…

The next day was an all out avoid Bucky day. You weren’t sure you could take the questions and worried looks he was sure to give you. Instead, you decided that what you needed was time away from such temptation. And so, you went in to ask Steve for an overseas long assignment.

“You sure about this one, Y/N. It’s a 9 month solo mission. It’s going to be long and it’s going to be lonely.”

“Yes. I’m sure. I need some time to myself.”

Steve looked at you with understanding and pity. He could see how you felt about Bucky even if he couldn’t get his best friend to see it as well.

“Alright,” he said, “suit up. You leave in 2 hours.”

South Africa wasn’t the worst assignment. It wouldn’t take long for you to get the information you needed. And the separation from Bucky would be good for you.

You finished checking your last weapon and loaded it as well as a pair of throwing knives, a gift from Bucky, into your duffle before looking around your room one more time.

You headed to the door and almost made it out until the picture of you and Bucky on your dresser made you stop. Picking it up you smiled at the memory of the minor league baseball game you’d attended together. You had won tickets and no one else was available that night. When you’d offered the tickets to Bucky you couldn’t believe that he said yes! It was the true start of your friendship, talking about life and how much it had changed for him but also how little it had changed for you. He couldn’t believe it when you started singing all the words to “I’ll never smile again”.

“You think I don’t know music? I’m quite cultured, Mr. Barnes!” You had said with a laugh.

“I never said you weren’t, sweetheart!”

Coming back out of your revelry with a start you put the picture back down on the dresser and turned to the door. You were going to get over this infatuation, even if it killed you. Supposedly time heals all wounds. Well you weren’t sure if there was ever going to be enough time but you could get distance.

…

Hours later Bucky came in to tell you about the relationship problems he was having with the girl from reception. She just didn’t seem to understand him and kept picking fights. You had become his confidant and had saved his relationship once before so would most likely be able to do it again.

He was almost to your room when he noticed your door was ajar. Slowing he moved closer and pushed it in silently. The room was neat and quiet. Your bed folded nicely as though it was always that way.

Bucky knew that you never made your bed until you were right about to get in it. Or unless you were going on a trip.

Checking carefully he started to notice things missing. Your favorite slippers were gone. Your tooth brush and favorite stuffed animal turtle were also missing. All of the things that you felt you had to have with you were gone.

Then he saw the picture frame on the dresser. Picking it up he too smiled at the memory, then frowned. It was still here. You almost always took this with you. Why was it still here but everything else you held of value was gone.

“Friday, where is Y/N?”

“Miss Y/L/N has volunteered for a mission, sir.”

“Where?”

“That information is classified.”

“Okay, when will she be back?”

“That information is classified.”

“Alright, who else went on the mission,” he asked hoping whoever it was would have your back.

“All other Avengers are currently in the compound.”

“So she went by herself?” Bucky fumed.

“That information is classified.”

“Damn robots!”

Bucky stormed out and found Steve in the kitchen.

“Where did you send her, punk!

Steve didn’t even look up from his newspaper, knowing exactly what his best friend was talking about.

“She’ll be fine, Buck. She just needs some time to herself.”

“So send her to Fiji! Not a solo mission!!”

“This is her call Bucky. You’ve got to trust her.”

Bucky spun on his heel and headed to the computer lab. He knew he was being irrational but if no one else was going to look after your well-being then he was going to have to do it himself.

It took him all day but he finally unencrypted the files for your mission. You were to carry out a recon mission in Port Elizabeth on a supposed Hydra base. It was a far cry from Fiji but you wouldn’t be in immediate danger.

Still he came in everyday to check in on your reports and find out how the events in the country were progressing. He had even convinced Torres to help him set up notifications to his phone if something were to go wrong. He had, very nicely, threatened him with knives if he didn’t set up Stark’s satellite to keep an eye on you.

After three weeks he was really starting to miss your company. Every time he went out with Kris from reception he realized that she just wasn’t as interesting as you. They didn’t have the same camaraderie and chemistry as the two of you did.

So when his phone dinged at 2:30am he looked at the notification. It was a satellite image of you on your apartment porch drinking coffee. You seemed at ease and calm at your small table. Your hair down and wearing a long red dress. He went to the live feed of the satellite but when he did you weren’t there.

Bucky refreshed the page again thinking it may be just an error. But his rising heartbeat made him think differently. When the screen came back he noticed the upturned coffee mug and the newspapers on the ground.

Bucky flew from his bed and raced down the hall to the command room. Steve and Tony were already there, still in their pajamas.

“…it’s not as if she has a tracker in her, Stark!”

“Well maybe she should! Maybe we should make it a standard issue! Everyone gets a tracker! Friday! Make a note!”

“Yes sir.” replied the AI.

“Tony, we need to focus on the…”

“Where is she?!” Bucky growled.

Both men turned around in surprise. Steve recovered first, his eyes sympathetic for his friend’s worry. “We’re not sure, Buck. These images were only taken 4 hours ago.” He clicked to zoom in closer, “but we did get this.”

He zoomed all the way into the kitchen window behind where you’d sat drinking coffee, where a face reflected in the glass. Bucky looked on in rage, hands in tight fists, as the image became clearer and Zemo came into focus.

…

You awoke with a start, unaware of your surroundings. You sat on a bed in a bare room with a single one way mirror. A metal chair sat by the wall and you noticed no handle on the door. Trying to piece together what had happened you recalled your last memory.

A beautiful morning, the sun shining on the water, a freshly brewed cup of coffee. You sat in your apartment in Port Elizabeth, a pain in your neck…

“Zemo,” you whispered.

“Ah, you’re awake,” said the speaker above you. “I’m sorry about the dramatics but it was necessary. You’re a very important piece of the puzzle.”

“Let me guess,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “You don’t like the way the world is being saved by the Avengers and you think you could do better.”

“Actually I want something else, мой дорогой. I need you.”

“What?” you cried befuddled. “Why on earth would you need me?”

“Do you know what TX-39 is?”

“Yes, I have an entire codex of arbitrary numbers logged away in my brain,” you retorted.

Zemo didn’t pause at your sarcasm. “TX-39 is the compound used to create nucleotides that bond onto nerve endings. By doing so they suspend brain signals stopping all neuro function and rendering the subject immoble. Something you have experienced first hand. By combining a nanotech inhibitor with this nerve ending your subject’s direct motor function is now open to...suggestions.”

You sat astounded as you registered what he had told you. You looked down at your hands but you didn’t feel different. There was no way something like this could work.

“What better way to get rid of a super soldier than to create your own?” Zemo said. You felt a slight buzz in your spine as you stood up quickly trying to resist. Running to the mirror you pulled back your arm, ready to punch your way out, but an inch from the glass your arm stopped. “Ironic that the Soldat will come to save you, only to be the one who needs to be saved.” With that you felt the electricity in your spine disappear and your body was your own again.

Frustration built within you as you sat back on the bed for a moment processing his statement. Your face became more and more incredulous until finally you burst out laughing. You continued laughing harder and harder at the absurdity of Zemo’s reasoning.

“You think I’m the one he is going to come after,” you laughed. “You think you picked the right mouse for your trap? You’re going to wait a long time if you think he’s going to come and get me.”

During your first few weeks away you had missed Bucky fiercely. Leaving him behind so abruptly had felt like severing a part of yourself, but the last few weeks had been good for you. You had forgotten what it was like to rely on yourself. You had grown into yourself again and had realized how little Bucky had actually cared for you when he never came to find you. He hadn’t so much as picked up the phone after you had left. It was as if you had never existed in the first place.

“Bucky doesn’t care about me,” you said sardonically. “He never has. We are barely even friends.You picked the wrong mouse, Zemo. ”

“We’ll see, дорогой,” and with a click he was gone.

Your brain shifted in and out of the conversation with Zemo. Looking down at your hands, you prayed it wasn’t true. You knew that what had happened at the window was real but you didn’t want to believe it. You had been turned into a weapon to hurt your friends. To hurt Bucky.

Crossing your arms over your chest you laid down on the bed, rolled over to face the wall, and cried.

…

Avengers Compound

“There is a five mile radius around Agent Y/L/N last known location,” said Fury. “Two man teams will sweep the area in a grid formation while the drones scan for energy signatures. Any questions?”

All those around the table sat silent, but nodded confirmation of their understanding of the objective. Fury looked around the room, “This mother fucker took one of ours and I wanna know why. Let’s get going.”

Bucky stood up from the table and made his way out of the room to the Quinjet hangar. Steve pulled on his arm before entering the plane. “I know what’s going through your mind right now Buck, but we are going to get her back”.

Bucky looked at the ground before raising his eyes to his friend. “He knew how to get to me, Steve. He always knows where to hurt me. He couldn’t use you. You’re too difficult to overpower. So he had to pick her. I just,” Bucky wasn’t sure how to finish his thought. Words never came easily to him and he wasn’t sure he could really express what he was feeling. “I just want her safe.”

After you had left Bucky felt hollow inside. He hadn’t realized how much joy you brought to his day with your smiles and jokes. Always knowing what to say, or at least, what he needed to hear. Your departure made him realize he needed you. Boarding the jet Bucky knew that no matter what happened he was going to tell you how he felt.

…

The team had been sweeping through the city for what felt like hours and there still hadn’t been any developments. Walking through another alleyway Bucky scanned the cobblestone streets. He was beginning to lose hope at ever finding you at all when he saw an uneven line in between two buildings.

Pressing his comm link he called out, “Steve, I’ve got something. I’m going to check it out.”

“Bucky, wait for backup. We’ll come to you.”

Feeling along the wall Bucky felt a draft between the cracks. Unholstering the gun at his hip he pushed against the wall feeling it give way.

“I’m going in. Follow my location.”

“Bucky, wait!” Steve called.

Bucky ignored his calls and continued down the dimly lit hall. The walls opened up to a staircase leading down to a command room. The musky scent of decay and scotch filled Bucky’s nostrils.

“Privet, Soldat,” Zemo called from the darkness.

Bucky whirled around to find nothing.

“Have you come for your little mouse?”

Still searching, Bucky said nothing as the sound came from a different corner of the room.

“Have you realized how much you miss her?”

Bucky circled again, coming up to a window.

“I wonder what it is? Is it her sweetness that draws you? Or her willingness to see you for more than the killer you are?”

Bucky frowned. Zemo was playing with him.

“Or have you realized that her fire is what draws you to her? She does have a talented tongue. I’ve seen her put it to good use,” Zemo provoked. “I have enjoyed having her in my company, but it seems you really never appreciated her spirit, did you?”

Bucky continued searching the room as Zemo continued his monologue. Coming up to the computer he saw a paused video feed. It played as soon as he stepped forward.

Bucky saw you in a room, still in your red sundress. Your hair was matted and you had the look in your eye of anger and exasperation. When you spoke, Bucky felt the wind rush out of his lungs.

“Bucky doesn’t care about me,” you said sardonically. “He never has. We are barely even friends.”

“A pity she never saw you care, but I suppose it’s only fair that you tell her now.”

The door beside the window clicked open with a beep. You came out of the cell with a look of wary surprise on your face. “Bucky?”

“Now is your moment, Sergeant Barnes. Why not tell her how you feel before it's too late,” called Zemo.

Bucky holstered his gun and walked toward you. “Y/N? Are you okay? Come on, let's get out of here.”

He grabbed your hand and turned to go but you were rooted to the spot. Your breathing became heavy as you felt the tingling sensation in your spine again.

“Bucky, I need you to leave,” you cried, dread dripping from your voice.

“What? No,sweetheart, come on! I’m not leaving you.”

“Bucky, I…” you started.

“Last chance to declare yourself, Soldat.”

Looking up in anger, Bucky yelled. “Shut up, Zemo. I’m not performing for you-” Bucky’s head turned in surprise as you punched him across the face. “What the hell, Y/N?”

“It wasn’t me!” you cried as you dropped and kicked his legs out from under him.

Bucky rolled over quickly to pick himself up as you followed him swinging punches at his head and kicks to his stomach. Your moves were both erratic and efficient as they landed multiple times. It was all Bucky could do to block your assault and move out of the way.

“This isn’t me!” you cried again between punches. “Zemo is controlling me with nanotech!”

Bucky threw up an arm to block your punch before flipping you around by your arm and pressing you to the wall. He didn’t want to hurt you but he was pretty sure that it wasn’t the most comfortable position.

“It’s okay, Y/N. We’re going to get you out of this.”

Your foot kicked his leg and you pushed yourself over and around his head and away from the wall. Grabbing the knife at his hip as you slipped out of his grip, you threw it into his thigh.

Bucky looked at you in surprise and annoyance. “Sorry!” you winced. Pulling the knife from his leg he tossed it to the floor.

“Look, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere, but try not to kill me, okay?”

“It’s not like I’m doing this on purpose Bucky!” you huffed as you charged at him.

“Well I’m just trying to get you out of the problem you put yourself in!” You had grabbed another knife and went to stab him. Bucky caught the knife and twisted your hand but the knife snagged your dress and tore the skirt as you fought to wrestle it away.

Your eyes flared with anger and the next punch you threw had a little extra heft in it.

“That I put myself in? How about you, Mr. Barge-into-a-room-with-no-back-up!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you liked being saved! Although you’re one to talk! You came on a mission without backup!” Bucky rolled across the computer console out of the way of your next kick, getting agitated at your attitude.

“Because I needed space!” you yelled as you followed him around the computer desk.

“Space? Space from what?” Bucky yelled back, actually throwing a punch that you easily evaded.

“You! You idiot!” it burst out of you as you came up swinging before pushing him to the ground.

Bucky looked up at you with his eyes wide. You had him straddled under your legs. Bucky brought his arms up to block your punches while he tried to talk to you.

“Why would you need space from me? I don’t understand. You left without warning, without saying goodbye! Your mission was classified so I had to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to even find out where you were!”

Your body was starting to fatigue from the strain of the fight as you continued to land blow after blow. You were fit and well trained but because your body was not your own you were blowing through energy rapidly. Your breaths were coming in short gasps as your chest heaved at each punch. If you kept this up, you weren’t sure how much time you would have before your body gave out entirely.

“Y/N, you left a huge gap! You were my best friend and then you were gone! You wouldn’t even talk to me before you left! You didn’t tell me you were leaving. I couldn’t even call you because the mission was supposed to be classified!”

Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe the hopelessness you felt, but you gave him everything you had left as you pummeled into him. Frustration over your situation, frustration at him, frustration at yourself built up inside you.

“I WILL NOT BE YOUR STAND IN! I will not be second best. I can’t look on anymore as you find someone smaller, cuter, littler to fit perfectly into your life! I deserve to be wanted! I deserve to be desired!” you screamed at the man beneath you as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Bucky finally bucked his hips and flipped you under him, pinning your hands to the ground next to your head.

“Get off of me! Let me go!” you had finally had enough. The damn had broken and your emotions and insecurities raged inside you. Your body pulled and twisted to break free from his grip.

“You do deserve to be desired,” Bucky said calmly as he caged you beneath him. “You are nobody's stand in. You’re perfect just as you are.” He wanted to say more but it was all he could do to keep you pinned under him.

The team burst down into the control room to see you openly weeping and Bucky on top of you.

“Nat, I need you to put an electric burst in my arm.” Bucky said looking up.

“I’m sorry, you what?” asked Nat.

“Just do it!” he said as you fought harder against him.

With a nod from Steve, Nat waved her baton and zapped Bucky’s arm causing both of you to scream in pain. When your body finally stopped seizing, the lack of adrenaline and the pain and fatigue caught up to you and you passed out in Bucky’s arms.

“You want to explain why I just pushed fifty thousand volts through you two?”

“Zemo infected her with some kind of nano tech. She hasn’t been in control this entire time.”

Steve scanned around the room. “Alright team, fan out. See if you can find out where Zemo went. I want teams down here with sat links up in 30 minutes.”

Bucky circled the gears around in his arm to get it up and running again before scooping you carefully off the ground.

“Buck, get her on the next jet out. Dr. Cho and Banner will be waiting for you to get back.”

…

For the second time you woke up in an unfamiliar place, and struggled to get your bearings. You felt like you’d been run over by a pick up truck and tumbled through a dryer.

Feeling slowly returned to your hands as your eyes opened and your vision cleared. You were in one of the medical rooms at the compound you realized.

“Look who decided to wake up,” said a gruff voice.

Turning your head you saw Bucky sitting in the chair beside you. He looked fresh and his eyes twinkled at you.

“Bucky,” you croaked as you tried to sit up.

“Woah there. You just relax. Your body is still trying to catch up from Zemo’s nanites.”

You slumped back down in the bed as Bucky leaned forward to take your hand.

“You had me worried there for a minute, doll. You’ve been sleeping for days. Wasn’t sure when you were going to pull through.”

“You doubt me, Barnes?”

“Not for a second, sweetheart, but I sure as hell missed you.” Bucky smiled, then looked down for a moment as if trying to find the right words. “We need to talk about why you left, Y/N.”

“No, Bucky, I...it doesn’t matter.” You say looking away. “It’s not important.”

“I don’t know, I’d say you thinking you don’t matter to me is pretty important.” You turned to look at him sharply, mouth open in a small gasp. “And I’d also say that you thinking I don’t find you desirable is pretty important too.”

You sat in shock as he spoke, not wanting to break the way you had during your fight.

“Y/N, you are perfect. You knew me before I even knew myself. You light up the whole room just by being in it. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are strong, independent, kind, and gentle. You’re like a tall Asgardian goddess. Every inch of you is beautiful. I thought back to the last time we talked...before you left, and I realized why you did. I know why you thought I wasn’t attracted to you. That night, Sam’s list,” he paused as if pained at the memory, “I didn’t add you because...well, because I was so confused at how I was feeling. You were my friend. I didn’t realize till it was too late that I was already falling in love with you. And I most definitely didn’t want to give Sam anymore ammunition.”

You looked up at him sharply when he dropped the L word.

Bucky stood to reposition himself on the edge of your bed. Taking your face in his hands he leans forward until your foreheads barely touch. “I didn’t want to ruin things with you. You were my friend. You were perfect and I thought you deserved better so I ran to find something that was everything you weren’t. You are my perfect fit. You are just right. You are the only person I want. Please tell me you’re mine. Please tell me I haven’t lost you.”

You brought your hand up to rest over his as you let his words wash over you.

He wanted you. He thought you were beautiful. All of you. All of the parts people had told you were too much: your height, your attitude, your independence - he wanted it all.

You did something that you wanted to do for months, you brought your lips up to his softly and gave him a chaste kiss. “I was always yours Bucky,” You pulled his hands down and pushed him away to look into his eyes, “but I won’t be taken for granted anymore. I shouldn’t have to leave for you to want me. I shouldn’t have to be gone for you to realize what you had. I left for a reason. It was to find peace with myself. I realized that I didn’t need your approval. I didn’t need your desire to be whole. I won’t settle for someone who can’t see what’s right in front of them. I know my worth.”

Bucky looked at you sorrowfully as he held onto your fingers, memorizing their shape. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t enough.”

“I know, but it happened. I don’t need you to be happy, Bucky...” Bucky hung his head in dejection. “...But I do want you.”

Bucky looked up at you sharply to find your eyes full of love and warmth. You wanted him. Even after all that happened - how he forced you away, how he made you feel like you weren’t good enough, you were still willing to forgive him. You wanted him even with all his faults.

You brought him closer for another kiss and savored the way his lips fell across yours. Breaking away to look up at him you said what you had been holding in for months, “And I love you too.”

Tags: @princessmisery666 @dreamwritesimagines

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #avenger reader #angst #tall girl problems

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sxnnimoon · 3 years ago

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Little One pt.2

I am telling you guys right there is to be a LOTTTT more smut within this series. This is only the beginning. Hope you all enjoy part 2 as much as part 1 !

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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Arriving at Celeste you were in awe at how many people were always here. Not wanting to brag but your club was by far the best at bringing in not only money but also people. You knew what people wanted. The feeling of letting go with a hint of sexual tension and endless booze. You all went up to your usual spot. Right in the middle up top so you had a view of the whole place.

“Y/N,” said your favorite waitress Cleo.

“Lo! So good to see you.” You said hugging her. “How’s everything?”

“Everything is actually amazing. Tonight has been nothing but smooth.” She smiled.

“I meant with you silly.” You nudge her arm. “How’s baby girl?”

“Of course!” she giggled. “She’s amazing, finally almost ready for school. I may just cry.”

“Well don’t, you may make me cry.” You smiled, rubbing her arm.

“The usual I presume?” She asked.

“Boys?” You looked at your husbands.

A round of yes’ and sures were heard.

You laughed.

“Yes and get something for yourself as well!” You pointed after her.

She nodded.

“You are just too nice.” Namjoon said, pulling you into his lap.

“She’s an amazing worker and mother.” You smiled. “I think I’ll keep her around.”

He nodded.

Once the drinks were brought you downed a few shots to start.

“You better behave tonight.” Yoongi said.

“Whatever do you mean?” You smirked at him grabbing another shot.

“You know exactly what he means.” Taehyung said from beside him.

You giggle at the memory of you fighting off some drunk guys who started a fight with Chi. You were buzzed but boy did you impress your boys, not a scratch left on you. That was a night to remember.

“I’m gonna go dance.” You said practically bouncing in Joon’s lap at the beat of the music. “Anyone wanna join me?”

“I’ll meet you in a few minutes.” Kookie said.

You smiled, shaking your ass as you headed for the dance floor. You found your girls at the edge of the dance floor talking with Cleo.

“Ladies.” You said hugging Chi from behind.

“Someone’s on one.” Said Skye laughing.

“I’ve had a few shots. I feel amazing.” You smiled, running your hands down your body.

They all giggled.

You removed your blazer leaving you in your dress as you didn’t wanna get warm.

“Shall we?” You said pulling them to the floor.

They all yelled in excitement.

Fever by ENHYPEN started playing and you all were grinding on each other. You were in your element. From above your boys watched you. They were in awe of you.

“You gotta see her. She looks hot.” Hobi said.

“That dress.” Jimin said. “I had no idea it was backless.” He bit his lip.

“She’s playing with fire tonight.” Yoongi said.

“This is gonna be a LONGGGGG week for her.” Tae said, smirking.

“Look at her grinding on them.” Joon said. “She knows what she does to us.”

“I’m going down.” Kook said.

They all nodded, eyes still on you.

Letting the music take you, you felt a pair of familiar hands on your body.

“Nice of you to join me.” You smirked, grinding into him.

“You looked too good, I had too.” He held your hips in place.

You hummed, throwing your head back into him.

“Beside,” he began “the show you put on with Chi and Skye, you were killing us.”

“You enjoyed it?” You turned to face him.

“Baby I am so close to taking you right now.” He said. “So what do you think?”

You turned back around grinding hard into him.

His grip on you tightened.

“Don’t start this little one if you know what’s good for you.” He growled into your ear.

“But I like it, baby.” You pouted. “Don’t you?”

You stepped away from him, hands running on your body as you moved your body to the beat of the song.

“Let’s get a drink kitty,” Chi said, pulling you from Kookie.

“Bye baby.” You smiled leaving him on the dance floor.

He shook his head before making his way back upstairs.

“She will be the death of me.” He said plopping down next to V.

“She’s trouble that one.” Yoongi said, sipping his drink.

“Girl you are so gonna get it when you get home.” Chi said.

“Ugh you are so lucky.” Skye said.

“All that dick and they're good looking? I’d be prancing around like that too.” Chi said.

You giggled.

“They treat me like royalty, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled while sipping your drink. “Besides, they liked the show we put on for them.” You smirked.

“Oh really now?” Chi said.

“Maybe we should take it up a notch.” Skye said.

You knew exactly what they meant.

“Let me find the perfect song.” You smirked walking away.

Sacrifice by Black Atlass ft. Jessie Reyes began playing. You knew what this song did to them, especially if it involved you.

Taking your girls to the middle. You all started off solo before moving in together. Chi in the front, you in the middle and Skye behind you. The boys were watching you like hawks. They knew you had your way with women but boy did it rile them up seeing you like this in the middle of them. Both of them kissing on you as you grabbed Chi's ass pulling her closer. This was nothing new between you three. You had your few share of moments between each other but it never meant anything and never ruined your friendship over it. You knew what you were doing and you were pleased to look up and see them all staring, you blew them a kiss before going back to dancing as the song was coming to an end. Making your way back up top, all eyes were on you.

“You,” V began. “Will be the death of me.”

“Did you enjoy the show, my love?” You bit your bottom lip.

“I should take you here right now,” Hoseok growled. “Let everyone know what a naughty slut you’ve been.” He bit your neck. Earning a moan.

“Shall we head home then?” You put a finger under his chin.

“Let’s go.” Yoongi said, pulling you away.

Walking through the club to leave the girls spotted you being rushed away. They giggled. They knew what kinda night was underway for you.

“Don’t break her!!” Skye yelled.

“We have a retreat after your vacation. She’s gotta be there.” Chi added.

You laughed at them waving bye.

Getting into the limo you were placed on Jimin’s lap.

“You were naughty tonight.” He whispered in your ear making you squirm.

“Do you know the things we wanna do to you?” Hoseok said into your other ear.

“I wasn’t that bad daddy.” You moaned out as Jimin began doing circles on your nipple. Hoseok pulled your dress up, exposing you. The cool air hitting you made you moan.

“No bra or panties?” Yoongi said. “It’s like you wanted a punishment.”

“But look at how wet I am for you daddy.” You whined out at them.

They groaned, they loved you in this state. All turned on and willing to do anything for them.

“Touch me baby.” You whined at Jimin who was running his finger on your thigh getting very close to your heat.

“Not here princess, we’re almost home.” He whispered.

You let out a whine.

“Keep it up little one or you won’t be getting any dick tonight.” Jin said sternly.

You instantly shut up.

“That’s a good girl.” Namjoon said.

Once home they all hurried inside, Jimin holding your waist kissing on your neck as you walked in the house.

Once inside he pushed you into the door leaving a trail of wet kisses on you.

“Tonight Jimin and Hobi have their way with you.” Jin said. Earning a whine from Jungkook.

“It’s okay Kookie, you can have a taste tomorrow.” You said biting your lip.

“You’re in for princess.” Hoseok said, putting you over his shoulder.

He entered the play room (Red Room if you will) placing you on your feet.

“That was fun.” You giggled.

“It’ll be more fun once these clothes are gone.” Jimin said.

“Strip baby.” Hobi ordered.

You pulled the straps down your arms before letting the dress slip to your feet leaving you in your heels. They both looked at you in awe. The curviness of your body drives them crazy. You bent down to undo your heels when they stopped you.

“Leave them princess.” Hoseok said.

You stood back up.

“Aren’t you both a little too dressed.” You crossed your arms.

They began undressing, your eyes practically ready to fall out at the sight of them. You were ready for them.

They saw you staring, Jimin beckoned you with his finger to come to them. You instantly got on all fours and crawled. Once in front of them you were eye level with their cocks. You reached out for them only to be swatted away.

“Bed. Now.” Hoseok ordered.

You got onto bed waiting on your back. The quietness of the room only made you more anxious. You were about to speak when you felt a mouth on you, making you cry out. You grabbed onto what you could that thing being Jimin’s head. The things he was doing to you were incredible.

“Jimin.” You moaned out. “More..please.”

“You want more baby?” He said in between licks.

He soon entered a finger making you moan loud. You felt the bed dip, looking over you were met you Hobi’s dick.

“Open little one.” He said.

You opened eager to taste him. He entered with ease , starting off with a slow pace before ducking your throat. You were in heaven.

“I’m gonna add a second, okay baby?” He asked.

You moaned out against Hoseok's dick as a second finger entered you. The vibrations from you caused Hobi to groan, almost bottoming out.

“I-I’m close.” you moaned.

“No you’re not.” Jimin said, removing his fingers.

You whined at the loss of contact.

“Don’t be a brat Y/n.” Hoseok growled. “Ass up.”

You got up quick.

“That's a good girl.” Jimin said coming up behind you.

He began running his tip against your opening.

“I-I need you..now.” you moaned out. “Stop teasing.”

“Why should I?” He began. “You’ve done nothing but tease us all night.”

“But you enjoyed it.” You giggled.

Jimin slapped you on the ass. You moaned loud.

He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. The amount of times you have had them all in you and yet you still couldn’t handle it.

You cried out gripping the sheets as he entered you fully.

“Move baby.” You said.

He began slow, building up a steady pace. You were a morning mess.

“You like when hyung fills you up?” Hoseok said watching Jimin fuck you.

You cried out.

“Answer him.” Jimin said earning a slap to your ass.

“Yes Hobi,” you moaned out.

“What was that?” He said getting close to you.

“Yes daddy.” You mewled out.

“Good girl, look at you taking his cock.” He cooed.

“I’m gonna cum.” Jimin moaned.

“Cum baby.” You yelled out. “Give it to me.”

A few more strokes and he bottomed out. You collapsed, laying on your stomach for a few seconds before Hoseok flipped you over.

“Get ready baby.” He smirked.

Sex with Hoseok was something else, he was always tying you up and doing everything in his power to please you.

“We’re not going all out tonight.” He said entering you. “ I’m not going to last very long.”

You cried out as he began a brutal pace. He knew exactly what to do to get you to cum. You could feel the knot beginning to form in you, you were close.

“I’m close Hoseok.” You moaned.

“Me too baby,” he said almost out of breath. “Just hold out for a bit, ok?”

You nodded trying your hardest, you ended up clenching around him making him lose focus.

“Cum for me princess,” he said.

You cried out as you released on him. He came soon after. You were out of breath, you couldn’t wait for what the next few days brought you. They took notice of your state and knew you were to pass out soon,

“Let’s clean up baby and then you can head to bed.” Jimin said already working to clean you up.

After cleaning up they placed you in your bed, both getting in on either side of you. Both wrapped their arms around you making you feel safe, you soon began to drift off to sleep.

#imagines #imagine #bts mafia au #BTS #bts mafia fic #mafia bts #bts mafia imagine #mafia fic #mafia au #smut

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mackjlee9 · 4 years ago

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Jealous!Sung Jinwoo x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Manhwa; Solo Levelling

Masterlist

Requested by Takanashi12 on Wattpad

Jinwoo wasn't stupid. He was anything but stupid.

And you know what that means? It means that he obviously notices all the girls flirting with his boyfriend so openly during their dates, and he was already done.

These times were supposed to be fun times where they got to be together, mainly because both of them working as hunters made it difficult to meet up, but because of (M/n) being an extremely strong S Rank hunter, he got everyone's attention whenever he was outside. And today was no different.

Jinwoo and (M/n) had decided to have a date, a typical one, but quite expensive. Usually, Jinwoo would've declined, but now he also had money to pay, so he accepted. They were having dinner at a fancy restaurant and would later go to a love hotel to spend the night, because... it's been a long time since they did it. So Jinwoo was quite eager and excited about this date.

But all the horny girls and women had to ruin his night. All of them stared at (M/n) from a distance, -not so- discretely whispering about them being together and who he was, while another group of individuals walked up to him and asked for a photo, an autograph, or even his number. (M/n) obviously refused to do the last request, but the females weren't leaving him a chance, and he was getting pissed, especially because (M/n) would just politely decline with a sweet smile on his face.

Jinwoo didn't want to ruin their date, so he decided to go the bathroom to freshen up a bit, splashing some cold water on his face, drying his skin with some paper towels, sighing, and walking out back into the restaurant. The big problem came when he saw a girl sitting in his seat, flirting with his boyfriend right in front of his eyes.

He frowned and walked to the table with an angry expression, grabbing (M/n)'s wrist and dragging him away from the woman, taking him to the front door, and leaving their dinner completely untouched. The woman stood up from the chair and quickly held (M/n)'s other wrist, pulling him toward her.

"Who do you think yo-?!" She completely froze in place, fear filled her body as she made eye contact with Jinwoo. He had a dark expression on his face, his shadow looking threatening even though he didn't activate 'bloodlust' at all, well, at least, the woman let go of (M/n)'s wrist and they walked out of the restaurant.

(E/c) eyes stared at the back of Jinwoo's head while he was being dragged directly to the hotel they'll be staying for the night. He was completely silent, never, not even once had Jinwoo reacted like that in front of him, and the change... was actually really hot. He bit his lip and let himself be dragged along the sidewalk until they reached the hotel.

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Well, this is a thing that is happening now. (M/n) thought as he was pushed onto the bed, Jinwoo sitting on his lap, undressing himself quickly, an angry expression still plastered on his face.

"I hate it..." he mumbled, pulling his tie and throwing it across the room, ripping open the dress shirt he was wearing, "I absolutely hate it, (M/n)." Without even doubting it, he started to take off the male's clothing too, only managing to take off his black blazer, "You are mine, not theirs."

(M/n) blinked as he stared at Jinwoo, who was growling to himself, struggling to undo (M/n)'s pants, and he sat up on the bed, wrapping his arms around the black-haired male. His action seemed to have calmed down Jinwoo, making him lean on his body with a defeated expression that (M/n) couldn't see.

"Of course I'm yours, baby. I love you, not them, those women mean nothing to me, okay?" He held Jinwoo's face in his hands, pressing their foreheads together, "You mean the world to me, Jinwoo."

Jinwoo smiled brightly and pressed their lips together, "I love you, (M/n)."

"I love you too, Jinwoo."

The male turned them on the bed, Jinwoo now laying on his back on the bed, with only his underwear on. (M/n) leaned down and kissed him again, only more deeply, making Jinwoo let out soft gasps and moans, his hands gripped (M/n) black shirt, tearing it at the back.

(M/n)'s kisses started to trail down, reaching his neck, where he left soft nibbles and purple marks everywhere he could. He pulled back for a moment, and he stared at Jinwoo underneath him, already gasping for air and his dick rock hard, just because of a few of his kisses. He bit his lips and fully tore his dress shirt.

Jinwoo squirmed on the bed, the memories of every time they had sex clouding his mind, making him reach out to (M/n).

"Just fuck me now, (M/n)... I can't wait any longer." He mumbled against the male's lips, wrapping his legs around his hips, and pulling him closer to his body. (M/n) just smirked and rubbed Jinwoo's erection over his underwear, making him moan and squirm.

"I really wanted to take my time with you Jinwoo, it's been a while and it's going to hurt you... but," he took off the rest of his clothes, completely naked as he pulled Jinwoo's underwear off, "When you beg me like that... I can't resist."

Their lips joined once again, this time in a desperate and messy kiss. Muffled moans escaped from Jinwoo's mouth as (M/n)'s hand traveled down his body, caressing his chest and abdomen, stopping at his crotch, his long fingers wrapping around his erection, rubbing it up and down painfully slow.

(M/n) enjoyed watching Jinwoo squirm under him, crying for him to go faster and that he wanted more, it made him feel good, just hearing his boyfriend's noises, knowing that he loved what he did to his body.

"F-faster... move y-your hand fa-faster, please..." he begged breathlessly, thrusting his hips in time with his hand. (M/n) obeyed, rubbing up and down a bit faster, leaving bites down his neck to his chest, where he swirled his tongue around Jinwoo's nipple, sucking on it and softly biting it. "Fuck~ (M/n)... I'm 'bout t-to... cum~."

He didn't stop, his hand picked up speed while his tongue made Jinwoo tremble and whimper from pleasure, making him cum on his hand.

The black-haired male gasped and debated whether he should use a 'status recovery', but he was already so tired from that and he wanted more, so he used one, feeling fully replenished again. (M/n) watched how Jinwoo went back to normal in a matter of seconds, but he didn't really pay attention to that, he thought it was for the best, otherwise, Jinwoo would've passed out if they kept going further.

Which they will.

Jinwoo held (M/n)'s face, and they kissed. More slowly and less aggressively this time, wrapping his arms around his neck.

(M/n) enjoyed their kiss, while his cum covered hand reached down in between Jinwoo's legs, pressing his fingers on his entrance, and pushing a finger in. Jinwoo flinched at the sudden feeling but just ignored it, losing himself in his boyfriend's lips.

Pushing a second finger in, (M/n) began stretching Jinwoo gently, pressing against his tight walls, doing scissor motions, and pushing his fingers deeper, pressing his fingertips down on his prostate, making his back arch as he cried out his name.

"Pu-put it... in, now..." he breathlessly said against his lips, scratching the back of his neck, clenching around the fingers inside his body. "(M/n), please... I want you i-inside me..."

His soft moans filled (M/n)'s ears, making him bite his lip as his erection twitched, wanting to be inside Jinwoo more than ever. But, he pushed in a third finger, reaching deep and rubbing them harshly on his prostate, making Jinwoo's body trembled on the bed, tears filling his eyes as loud moans left his mouth, his nails digging onto (M/n)'s back, lost in the pleasure of his boyfriend's fingers.

(E/c) eyes stared at him as drawn-out mumbles left Jinwoo's lips, asking for his cock inside him. And he couldn't resist anymore.

He pulled out his fingers, and a soft whimpered 'Yes...' leaving Jinwoo as he felt the hard cock pressing on his entrance. "Put it in, put it..." a long moan left his throat as the thick cock penetrated him, stretching his walls to their limit, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, his hands desperately holding onto (M/n), "Fuck yessss~... yo-you're so big, (M/n)~."

He moaned out shamelessly, turning into a complete mess underneath the (h/c) haired male, clenching around him every few seconds, taking his entire cock inside, stimulating his prostate.

(M/n) let out groans and low moans, burying his face in Jinwoo's neck, letting the black-haired male hear him clearly. His moans made Jinwoo shiver, wrapping his legs around his hips, pushing him closer, his cock reaching deeper.

With every thrust, loud moans, whimpers, and groans were mixed with the sound of skin slapping, echoing off the walls of the hotel room. The pleasure they felt was intense, and that's probably for the long time it passed since they met up properly, and that raw pleasure made their bodies extremely sensitive.

(M/n) growled every time Jinwoo clenched around him, which made him have to hold in his climax or he would've cum three times already. His warm, tight insides made him lose his mind, not caring anymore if he was also being loud, he moaned out Jinwoo's name, gripping the bedsheets and moving faster, the bed creaking nonstop.

He was feeling good, amazing actually, and he knew Jinwoo also felt in heaven, because all he could do was blabber nonsense, holding onto him. His mind was completely broken by the pleasure he felt, his cock twitching against his stomach, asking for release.

"(M...m/n)... I wa-wanna c...cum," the (h/c) haired male looked into his eyes, tears were falling down his face, ragged breaths, and his mouth was wide open. He leaned back and pulled out, making Jinwoo whimper, his needy hole clenching around nothing. (M/n) held his waist and made him turn around, lifting his hips off the bed, "(M/n), wha-AaH!"

His cock filled him up again in a single thrust, his hips snapping back and forth as he also wanted to reach his orgasm.

Jinwoo's loud moans were barely muffled by the pillow, his hands gripping it tightly as his mind went blank, his body convulsing as he came aggressively, his semen landing on the bedsheets, his walls tightened around (M/n) eliciting moans from him as he leaned down to bite Jinwoo's shoulder, dumping his thick cum inside him.

Their ragged breaths were the only thing they could hear as they came down from their high, and (M/n) pulled out gently, holding Jinwoo and laying him down away from the cum on the bed. He saw how Jinwoo's eyes were already closing, and he leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Don't fall asleep yet, babe, I gotta clean you up." Jinwoo nodded and difficultly sat up on the bed, his thighs twitching and his mind in a daze. (M/n) hurried to prepare a bath, grabbing a bunch of towels, and then realized that their clothing was most likely completely torn apart.

He walked out, thinking if he should go and buy them some clothes, but he saw Jinwoo creating clothes out of thin air. (M/n) always knew that his boyfriend didn't have a lot of magic in him, he had just enough to be stronger than an average human, but ever since that double dungeon incident happened Jinwoo changed. And he never got the chance to ask him what happened then, and he didn't want to ask right now either, so he just ignored what he saw and walked towards Jinwoo, picking him up and taking him to the bathroom, placing him in the warm water and getting in behind him.

He washed their bodies, carefully cleaning Jinwoo, leaving loving kisses all along the exposed skin he could reach, making the male giggle softly. When they got out, (M/n) wrapped a towel around Jinwoo and his middle, walking out to pick up the clothes Jinwoo "made" along with their underwear -that was still intact-, and he helped him get dressed.

He changed the sheets as fast as he could and they got in bed, covering their bodies and hugging each other close, closing their eyes and falling asleep.

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The Core of Corruption

Supreme Leader!Kylo Ren x Spy!Reader

Word Count: 4,377

Warnings: Non-Con, Drugging, Blood, Alcohol, Violence, 404 Error: Ben Solo Not Found

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Summary:

Held under the rule of Crimson Dawn, a powerful crime syndicate, you get sent on a mission to the lower levels of Coruscant to gather intel on the First Order.

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-14532.09, 2360.13:

Your ETA, please.

Received 22:14

60812.24, -1725.23:

I’m outside of the cantina, Dys.

Sent 22:15

-14532.09, 2360.13:

Good. Status of your chip?

Received 22:17

60812.24, -1725.23:

Intact, as always.

Sent 22:17

Was that zap really necessary?

Sent 22:19

-14532.09, 2360.13:

That was just a test. This is your first mission at a distance, I’m just making sure it works.

Received 22:20

60812.24, -1725.23:

If my coordinates are on your datapad, I’m pretty sure it works :)

Sent 22:20

-14532.09, 2360.13:

Get in there before I change my mind. Ren was just spotted in a private booth.

Received 22:22

60810.11, -1718.56:

Copy that.

Sent 22:22

...Does the guy even like small talk? What if he wants nothing to do with me?

Sent 22:23

-14532.09, 2360.13:

Then you’ll do whatever it takes, girl. You want your freedom? Get me my intel.

Received 22:24

You stared at the dimmed screen of your datapad for a few seconds, processing Dys’ last message.

Whatever it takes.

A sigh climbed its way out of your throat, your hand slipping the datapad back into the hidden pocket in your dress. The black, satin fabric of it stopped about mid-thigh on you, a much shorter number than anything you’d ever worn before. Every shift of the late evening breeze brought goosebumps to your exposed legs and arms, a shiver running down your spine.

You snaked a hand up to the back of your neck, brushing your fingertips along the tiny bump of the microchip which rested beneath your skin, hidden by your freshly-styled hair. The thought of having that chip out, having the ability to fly anywhere you wanted to settle and having control of your life for the first time in twenty-three years...it nearly brought tears to your eyes. You couldn’t screw this up. Being stuck in Crimson Dawn for the rest of your life wasn’t an option anymore. Now that your parents were dead, you had no reason to stay.

Drunken laughter from a couple of Twi’leks stumbling out of the cantina pulled you from your thoughts. They were dressed similarly to you - in four-inch heels and revealing, expensive dresses, their intoxicated smiles almost making you sorrowful. You craved that sense of belonging, jealous of the fact that this was probably just another late night for them, a time for them to let loose and have fun. The closest thing you’d had to a friend growing up was a modified sentinel droid used for security back at your main base, a Nau’ur class ship orbiting Corellia. The sentinel droid was kind of a dick, though.

Gathering up your courage, you strode past the lingering groups of drunk beings in the streets, your heels clicking softly on the ground.

“Identification?”

The bouncer standing at the entrance of the Outlander Cantina made eye contact with you, his eyes trailing down your body. A smirk grew onto his lips, the man not even trying to hide his attraction towards you.

“Actually, don’t worry about it. Have fun in there, Miss.”

You sent him a short nod, chewing on your bottom lip as you strode past him and ignored his lingering stare from behind. The scenery changed quickly, vibrant purple and red lights illuminating the cantina as groups of people danced sensually to the music. The bass of the song was almost deafening, and men and women occasionally glanced at you as you walked through the crowd by yourself. Your senses heightened, anxiety flooding your chest and making it harder to breathe as you took in the sights and sounds around you.

Breathe, focus on your goal.

Find an anchor.

You made a beeline for the back of the club, spotting a bar area that still had a few vacant seats. You were quick to sit down in one, a bartender greeting you and leaning over the bar.

“What can I get you? You look...like you just got here,” He murmured, his voice much easier to hear over the music in this spot.

You desperately needed to relax before doing anything mission-related.

“Just a shot of vodka, please.”

“That’s it? A plain shot of-”

“Make that a double shot, actually,” You spoke quickly, your eyes skimming around the area, getting more familiar with your surroundings. The bartender set the glass in front of you, leaning in closely.

“This one’s on the house, okay?”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head quickly. “No, you don’t have to do that.”

“A beautiful woman sitting alone in a cantina doesn’t need anything else to stress about. I insist.”

If only you knew, buddy.

“Thank you,” You let out a deep sigh, sending a soft smile his way as he turned to serve another customer. Reaching into your dress pocket, you still took out a few credits and reached over the bar, setting them in a spot that he would discover later.

The double-shot of vodka slipped down your throat, smoother than you’d expected but still burning in your chest as you scrunched your nose at the aftertaste. In a matter of minutes, time seemed to slow down more, your racing thoughts coming to a sense of clarity. You weren’t drunk, but you were definitely warm.

Focus.

What did Dys say? A private booth.

Your gaze wandered around, settling on a few of the booths that sat along the sidewalls of the club. They were dimmed with dark, red lighting and filled with elegantly dressed couples or groups of important-looking people, deep in conversation about stars-knows-what. You wondered how much it would cost to rent one of those for an evening, tilting your head and resting your cheek in your palm.

Spotting him wasn’t what made you freeze up.

It was the fact that he was already staring at you.

The familiar metal pattern on the front of his mask looked radiant beneath the red lighting, unmistakable to miss. Two other men dressed similarly to him sat at the booth as well, conversing with each other casually. Your lips parted at the looming darkness his presence had created so easily, tearing your gaze from him and pretending to fidget with the gold bracelet around your wrist.

He could’ve been watching somebody else in your direction for all you knew, but you knew better than to ignore your own intuition. You glanced at the others nearby, not even the bartender risking a peek in the direction of Kylo Ren’s booth. Suddenly, you were feeling like a lamb beneath the heavy gaze of a lion.

“Deathstick?”

You flinched in your seat as a dealer stood at your left, leaning against the bar and running a hand through his messy hair.

“...What?” You turned your attention on him, furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance.

“Would you like to buy some?” He pressed further, pointing at the pack in his hand.

“People still use those around here?”

“You can’t knock them til’ you try them, Sweetheart,” He smirked, leaning closer to you.

Kylo watched the two of you interact, tensing up in his seat. You were a sort of sudden enigma to him, the walls in your mind too secure to penetrate without you feeling his intrusion. What kind of respectable woman walked around this level of Coruscant alone?

Vicrul noticed his gaze, following it. “She stared back at you for a good four seconds, Master. That was brave...”

“Maybe she recognizes him from a Pleasure House. Maybe Daisy’s Den from the other night,” Ushar chimed in, a huff of irritation leaving Kylo’s voice modulator.

“I would remember this one if that were the case, Ushar.”

He flinched when the dealer’s hand rested on your shoulder.

Vicrul reached for his scythe instinctively. “Should we intervene, Master?”

“No,” Kylo murmured lowly. “Let her handle this. I'm curious about this one.”

The sound of glass breaking against the bar turned a few heads as you grabbed the dealer by his shirt collar, yanking him closer. Your fingers wrapped around a broken piece of the double-shot glass, holding it up to his neck and pressing the glass against his skin.

“I said,” You snapped, the alcohol in your system making your already short patience even shorter. “I’m not interested in your fucking death sticks.”

The dealer stumbled backwards as you pushed him, his eyes wide, rushing away and muttering a few foul words to himself. You rested the broken piece of glass back on the bar, giving the bartender an apologetic look as he cleaned it up with a rag. This must have been a regular occurrence down here, as everyone around you had already turned their attention elsewhere.

Well, everyone but him.

You dared to give in to the lingering stare in your peripheral, turning your head slowly before locking your eyes to that same mask. Your breath hitched in your throat as he brought up one large gloved hand, making a beckoning motion with two fingers.

Focus, remember why you’re here.

You slowly pointed to yourself, mouthing a ‘me?’ with your lips. Ren nodded once, tapping his two fingers on the table as his patience began wearing thin.

Play dumb, remember everything he says, you got this.

You stood up from your seat on shaky legs, trying to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat as you walked towards the booth. A soft, innocent smile spread onto your lips, the fake sensual side of you starting to come into play.

“Are you waiting for someone, little one?” Ren’s voice crackled through the modulator, and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating for a second. You shook your head in response, settling in the booth next to him. “Then care to explain what you’re doing in a cantina, all alone, just waiting to get snatched up?”

Lie.

“I…” You trailed off, letting out an exasperated sigh as your eyes trailed along their table, taking in the appearances of the other men with him. “My boyfriend...dumped me yesterday and I live nearby so I just needed a night out, I guess.”

Kylo cocked his head to the side, drinking you in. He pried at your thoughts for a moment, hitting that same wall and letting go once he noticed you biting your lip from the slight headache it gave you.

“This isn’t the place to go looking for a rebound. You’ll stay in this booth with us and we’ll drop you back off at your place when the evening ends. Understood?”

You scoffed softly, looking up at him incredulously. “With all due respect, we just met. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with letting you walk me home.”

Ushar and Vicrul nearly choked on their own laughter, straightening up as Kylo turned his sharp gaze towards the two of them.

“Do you not know who I am?”

Lie harder.

“Should I?” You raised your eyebrows, challenging him and really hoping you weren’t about to get yourself killed. “I mean, if anything, why would I trust a group of masked strangers in a cantina? You guys look like the epitome of a red flag.”

Kylo leaned in close, towering over you even when you were both seated as he pointed a finger close to your lips.

“You better stop while you're ahead, little one.”

“Master,” Vicrul spoke up as he dropped his finger. “I believe she truly doesn’t know who you are. Coruscant is home to trillions.”

“Are you guys like...celebrities?” You gazed up at the ridges of his mask, pouting innocently as he visibly relaxed. “I don’t pay much attention to the news, there’s always enough going on down here.”

“I’m the Supreme Leader of the First Order,” His title rolled off his modulated tongue, sending chills down your spine. “My name is Kylo Ren. These are my knights, Vicrul and Ushar. I have four other knights surveillancing this cantina right now.”

You nodded in faux understanding, revealing your name as well.

“So, you’re like a politician, then?”

“Politicians have competition, sweet girl. I could buy or destroy this cantina right now if I wished to, and nobody would question it.”

Kylo chuckled as his gloved hand slipped down, resting on your thigh before squeezing it gently to motion you closer to him. You obliged, glancing down nervously at his leather-covered fingers as they engulfed your exposed leg.

Whatever it takes.

The night carried on for a few hours, and you somehow managed to continue whatever fake narrative you could give him as the two of you spoke. Kylo seemed to buy it, showing genuine interest in you to the point that he dismissed Vicrul and Ushar for the evening to go explore the area, pulling you into his lap with ease.

The moment you let out the sweetest little yawn he’d ever witnessed, he knew you were coming back to his hotel room with him.

As he carried you out of the cantina bridal-style and headed towards the hotel, you wrapped your arms around his neck for security, leaning your head against his broad shoulder. You really were tired, not as much as you pretended to be, but you were certainly getting there.

Gather intel, sleep in this man’s expensive bed, then slip away in the morning…

Easy enough.

Kylo entered the lobby of a highrise building, a beautifully-accented luxury hotel that rose up into the upper levels of Coruscant. He stepped into the elevator, holding you tightly as it rose up, passing hundreds of floors.

“I want this off, Kylo. I want to see you,” You cooed softly, your fingertips grazing along the silver ridges of his mask.

“You will, little one. Let’s get to my room first,” He mumbled gently through his mask, arousal filling his senses at the sight of your body in his hold. You looked so pliant, so submissive; a vulnerable, lonely young woman who was desperate enough to go to the hotel room of a man whose face she still hadn’t seen. At least in his eyes, that’s what you were.

Kylo stepped into the penthouse suite, on the top floor of course. This man was way too predictable, thinking with his cock instead of his brain and not wasting another second as he practically tossed you on the plush, king-sized mattress. Your hair fanned out under your head, soft and luscious as it blended with the satin sheets.

The sound of his helmet releasing air made you pop your head up, watching with genuine curiosity as he set it down before undressing down to his boxers. Your mouth gaped once he turned to face you, your stomach dropping at his features. The reaction you had to Kylo’s appearance was the only truthful thing you’d shown tonight other than telling him your name - you weren’t sure what to expect behind the mask, but this definitely caught you off guard.

A cocky smirk spread onto his lips as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over your body, making you feel incredibly minuscule. His pectoral muscles flexed as he reached down, calloused fingertips skimming the hem of your satin number and pulling it up past your head. Tossing the dress to the side, Kylo’s right hand found the curve of your waist, his left one cupping the side of your face ever-so-gently as his whiskey-toned eyes met yours.

“So fucking precious,” He whispered under his breath, the warmth in his unmodulated voice making your chest warmer than that double-shot of vodka ever did. “Gonna make you forget about that piece of shit that dumped you...”

Your lashes fluttered as he pressed his soft, plump lips against your neck, trailing kisses down to the curves of your breasts, then down the center of your stomach. His thumb caressed your hip bone, his hot breath bringing goosebumps to your skin before bringing his lips back up to meet yours, engulfing you in a heated kiss. A soft whimper escaped your lips into the kiss, the feeling of him smiling at your little noises only making your cheeks get warm.

“You want me, pretty girl? Want my cock?” Kylo pulled back, staring down at you as he panted heavily. Your lips parted, swollen and coated with a mix of both of your saliva as you nodded eagerly.

He spoke your name sternly, licking his lips. “Use your words.”

“I want your cock, Sir,” You purred softly, eliciting a deep, primal groan out of him from the way you addressed him so properly.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” He growled and dipped back down, his hand finding your throat and kissing you roughly.

Then suddenly, Kylo tensed up.

His lips left yours in a second, his face falling as he sat up, straddling your body and trapping you in with his knees at your sides. You felt his fingers skimming over a spot in your neck, your expression changing the moment you realized what he was touching.

You hesitated to speak. “...Kylo-”

His other hand gripped your hair roughly, forcing your head to the side as he leaned down, furrowing his eyebrows at the little bump in your neck. Kylo remained eerily calm, until he noticed a faint, little red light pulse beneath your skin in that spot.

“You,” He squeezed your throat past the point of discomfort, your breath catching in your throat. “You stupid, stupid little lamb.”

His grip released from your throat, allowing you to suck in a breath of oxygen as he reached his hand out to the side, a switchblade flying into his open palm.

“NO!” You panicked instantly, struggling underneath his massive frame as he flipped the blade out, the metal glimmering in the moonlight. Kylo didn’t hesitate, moving just enough to flip your body over so you were lying on your stomach beneath him, shoving your face into the sheets.

“Who sent you, hmm?” He cooed lowly, digging the blade into your skin and cutting open the spot on the back on your neck. You let out a muffled scream, unable to move as he kept you pinned to the bed, the pain igniting like a burning fire within your neck. “The Resistance? Black Sun? TELL ME!”

You could barely get out a word as you felt your blood dripping down the side of your neck, Kylo’s fingers squeezing at the incision, watching as the microchip slipped out. A gasp of pain and shock fell from your lips as you struggled to get in a proper breath of air, your mental walls dropping and flooding Kylo’s mind with all of the information you’d been hiding from him.

“Crimson Dawn...those fuckers,” He growled through his teeth, smashing the microchip to practically dust between his fingers. He stared down at you, your body trembling from the immense amount of pain you were in, your tears soaking into the silk sheets.

“They promised you freedom, huh? And you believed them?”

You choked on a sob, turning your head to the side and nodding weakly.

“I- I thought-”

“Once you’re in Crimson Dawn, you don’t leave. That’s how it works for every crime syndicate in the galaxy,” Kylo ran his thumb along your bleeding incision, coating it in your blood before dragging it across your swollen lips, the iron taste nearly making you gag. “How fucking stupid could you be to join something you’d eventually want to leave?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, more tears coming out as they soaked into the sheets more.

“I-I didn’t join Crimson Dawn, I was born into it.”

Kylo’s eye twitched as he listened to you intently. He hated pitying people, but he still felt the tiniest possible amount of empathy for you. Emphasis on the tiniest possible amount. And if Crimson Dawn felt like you were disposable enough to risk sending after the First Order, then you were disposable enough for Kylo to keep around. He ignored your soft whimpers of pain and reached over for your dress, digging into the pockets of it and pulling out your datapad which had begun vibrating with notifications.

“Not even a passcode, you runt. Gods, you have a lot to learn,” Kylo huffed deeply, leaning forward and applying pressure to your neck incision to ease the bleeding as he scrolled through your messages with his free hand.

-14532.09, 2360.13:

Status update.

Received 23:50

-14530.53, 2360.11:

Status update, girl.

Received 01:17

-14530.53, 2360.11:

Why are your coordinates not updating?

STATUS UPDATE, NOW.

Received 02:58

Kylo smirked at the messages, typing a response with his thumb before force-throwing your datapad against the wall, the screen shattering and blinking rapidly.

ERROR 404: Coordinates Unavailable

Thanks for the present, Dys.

My birthday’s coming up in a few weeks and I was hoping for a new pet.

Sent 02:59

As your body relaxed beneath his, Kylo glanced down at you, observing your facial expression. It was obvious that your natural adrenaline had kicked in, helping numb some of the pain in your neck. He moved off of your limp figure, finding some gauze in the bathroom along with some medical tape. He lifted your head delicately, your soft sniffles filling the quiet room as he wrapped the gauze around your neck lightly to keep the incision dry.

“We’ll get that properly cleaned and stitched up in the medbay once we return to the Finalizer at dawn,” Kylo murmured softly, caressing your tear-stained cheeks. His rough hands took hold of your fragile body, flipping you onto your back with ease.

“The…the what?” You whispered shakily, furrowing your eyebrows. “No, I can’t go back with you.”

Kylo fought the urge to roll his eyes, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “You stepped into the lion’s den, little one. Now you have to face the consequences,” He cooed mockingly.

“NO,” You spat out, sitting up on your elbows and wincing as you moved. “Kylo, I’m not going back to the First Order with you.”

Kylo’s jaw clenched as he shook his head, turning towards one of his bags and unzipping it as he dug through its contents.

“You know, you were such a treat to have around when you were pliant,” Kylo murmured lowly to himself, holding something in his fist as he turned back to face you. “Even if it was only for a couple of hours.”

You stared at him questionably, unable to see what he was holding until he was straddling you again. “My cock still fucking aches, and you’ll be much easier to bring home if you aren’t thrashing around.”

“...What?” Your eyes darted down to the syringe in his hand, your mouth going dry at the sight. “Wait…Kylo, DON’T!”

“Rule number one, little girl,” He growled deeply, his chest making a sound that somewhat resembled a low purr as he plunged the needle into the uncut side of your neck. “Good pets always listen to their owners.”

Your eyes widened in shock as the two of you made deep eye contact, the sedative from the syringe kicking in fairly quickly before he popped the needle out, brushing the little swollen area of skin with his thumb. A single tear slipped down your cheek, your muscles relaxing involuntarily and the very last of your dignity fading away.

“Good girl, sleep...”

Your eyelids grew heavy before you could even process that you were tired, Kylo’s silhouette above you getting blurry as you felt a tug at your panties. The best thing about your temporary plunge into darkness was when your neck stopped hurting. He wasted not a second with you, using this moment to remind himself of what he was meant to be: a merciless, unforgiving, sadistic machine. It’s what fed his hunger and gave him the power he needed to kill off any old parts of himself. His decision to keep you instead of killing you meant that parts of Ben Solo were still lingering inside, so in order to get rid of what he could, Kylo would counteract that moral decision with an even more immoral one.

You know, to balance things out.

Kylo hissed through his teeth as he thrusted inside of you, bottoming out with ease thanks to your relaxed body. Placing a hand on your lower belly, he rolled his hips and groaned at the sight of his cock bulging through your skin.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well,” He spoke breathlessly, spreading your legs more and rocking his hips faster, his skin slapping against yours. “Squeezing my cock perfectly...”

Kylo leaned down, capturing your jaw in his grip and kissing your pouty lips, a string of spit hanging between the two of you as he pulled back. You were a spitting image of perfection in his eyes, those submissive, soft features of yours only arousing him more. If only he could hear your sweet little moans.

Another time, then.

“This cunt was made for me, pretty girl,” Kylo panted heavily. “Gonna breed you like my own personal whore, gonna- Fuck!”

It didn’t take long for him to cum, and he came hard. Plunging his cock as deep as it could go, imbedding his seed so far into your cunt that he had to make a mental note to get you the morning-after pill in the medbay later. He glanced over at one of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, Coruscant’s skyline fading from that nighttime onyx shade to a lighter, medium blue, indicating that the sun was going to rise soon. Pulling out of you, his cum leaked from your cunt in the most delicious way, Kylo reaching down with his fingers and scooping what he could back into your bruised hole. You stirred slightly at his touch, the sedative starting to wear off as you let out a tiny whimper at a volume barely above a whisper.

“We’ll be home soon, little one,” Kylo smiled at your sleepy expression, tugging your panties back up.

When you woke up a few hours later, you had stitches in your neck and a view of nothing but vast, empty space from the window of the Finalizer as Kylo prepared a cup of chamomile tea for you.

And you were pissed.

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