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thewritingrowlet · 2 months ago

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The Twins and Their Queens pt. 2, ft. STAYC Seeun

tags: blowjob, creampie, hot seat

length: 8k+

author's note: sorry, I've been pretty busy with work and other irl stuff.

“Did he just—”

You nearly can’t believe your ears. Your brother just so nonchalantly admitted that his wife was sucking him off. You scratch your head, only realizing now that you should’ve taken the time difference into account before calling him—you could’ve called earlier (or perhaps later) and not caught them having sex.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s illegal,” Seeun breaks the silence, “they’re consenting adults and legally married, aren’t they?” “I know, but still, I don’t feel comfortable hearing such words from him—it somewhat feels disrespectful, too,” you say. She moves to kneel between your legs that are dangling off the edge of the bed. “If you’re not comfortable hearing it, perhaps you’re comfortable receiving it?” You take a deep breath so that you can turn your focus on your girlfriend. “Perhaps,” you say with a smile, “please, noona.”

Seeun frees you of your joggers, pulling down your boxers together as she does. “Oh, you’re ready for noona, aren’t you?” You inhale sharply as you feel her soft hands stroking your shaft. “I’m always ready for you, noona; I’m your boyfriend after all.” “I never thought I’d date someone younger than me,” she chuckles, “anyway, time for my breakfast.”

Your girlfriend takes your tip in her mouth, her gaze still locked with yours. “Please,” you say, almost too quietly. She winks at you and starts going down your length, the wetness of her mouth giving you goosebumps everywhere. “That’s so good, fuck,” a praise flies out of your lips as you pet her head gently. One of the many things you’ve learned about Seeun is that she loves praise. To her, it’s like getting a shot of excitement and confidence that gives her the spirit to do her best, especially during sex.

Today is no different, obviously. With your encouraging praise circling in her head, she finds the determination to take the entirety of your shaft in her mouth, and you can feel the tip of your cock hitting the back of her throat. “Fuck, that’s crazy,” you mindlessly comment. She removes you from her mouth and promptly takes a deep breath. “You liked that, didn’t you, baby?” You reach for her face and wipe some tears off her cheeks. “Of course I did, but you don’t have to force yourself to tears like this,” you say. Seeun rubs her cheek against your palm like a cat. “You’re so sweet, baby—you might be young, but you certainly don’t lack kindness and maturity,” she assesses. You chuckle. “Please, I’m only 10 months younger than you.”

Seeun says that she wants to finish the job and won’t take no for an answer, so you sit still and let her do what she wants with you. If she prioritized going deep earlier, she now opts to go fast, eager to make you cum first thing in the morning. “Fuck,” you let a profanity fly out of your lips when you feel her tongue running back and forth on the underside of your cock. “I really can’t last long if you keep doing it like this,” you say. “Feew fwee fo cuw,” she utters unintelligibly, and you guess that you’re welcome to cum whenever.

You know that you’re inching closer towards your first orgasm as time goes. “Noona,” you utter with heavy breaths, “please, I’m so close.” Seeun plants her hands on your knees and starts bobbing her head faster, and that’s when an idea enters your mind: what if you thrust forward and meet her in the middle?

To find out, you place your hands on the back of her head and thrust forward, timing it with her movements to ensure maximum pleasure. “Fuck, this is crazy,” you think. With a grunt, you send your first load of the day into her mouth, and Seeun does her best to not panic as her mouth and throat are flooded. After your shaft has stopped spurting out every last drop of your cum, she removes you from her mouth and swallows everything swiftly.

You fall backwards limply onto your back. “We were supposed to get breakfast,” you say weakly. Seeun giggles. “I don’t know about you, but I did get my breakfast.” She joins you in bed and pulls you into her warm embrace. “You did so well, noona—maybe too well,” you praise her one more time. “Aww, you’re so sweet, babe,” she replies, peppering your head with kisses after.

You take a lap around the buffet area while holding hands with Seeun, checking out what options you have for breakfast. “Anything catches your fancy, babe?” She asks as her eyes scan the bread counter. “I want that,” you point at a jar of blueberry jam, “I’ll get that on a toast first and then figure out what I’m eating next.” Seeun pouts. “I don’t like blueberry jam—I want peanut butter.”

Without breaking the tangle, you grab a slice of bread, put some butter on it, and drop it in the toaster. Seeun then does the same, which makes you realize something. “Sometimes I forget that you’re left-handed,” you comment. She giggles cutely. “There’s a reason I’m always on your left, babe.”

A ding from the toaster steals your attention, and when you look, both your and her slice of bread are cooked perfectly. “Remind me to get a toaster when we get back, noona—I want to have toasts every morning.” You place the toasts side by side on the same plate, and as unfortunate as it is, you have to let go of her hand. Seeun lets out a grunt to express her disapproval, but you make sure to quickly tend to your toast and then return your hand to its previous position. “I’d like to see you spread peanut butter on your toast with one hand,” you challenge her. She clicks her tongue in playful mockery and quickly smear peanut butter on her toast. “Do you want to see me do it again?”

You look at your surroundings to see if there are people nearby—there’s only that couple sitting at that table in the far corner of the dining area. You pull your girlfriend by her hand until she’s right in front of you. “I love you, Yoon Seeun—I love you lots.” Your words draw a big smile on her face. “I love you too, babe,” she replies, “are you going to kiss me, or no?” Such a question requires no verbal answer—why use your lips to say your answer, if you can use them to show your answer instead?

You hum in satisfaction when you feel her soft lips gently pinching yours, and you swear that time has stopped ticking for you to really savor the intimacy of the kiss. The tangle feels even more complete when you feel Seeun’s palm on your chest. All the while, your heart is screaming at her, “I love you! I love you with everything I have!”

Seeun pulls away from the kiss, leaving you stunned for a short moment. “Let’s have breakfast first, babe—we can figure out what to do after.” Her voice snaps you out of your stupor. “Yeah,” you shake your head to regain focus, “yeah, let’s have breakfast.” You scan your surroundings again and see that there’s a woman around your brother’s age looking at you and your girlfriend, but she breaks eye contact when your eyes briefly meet. “We are both consenting adults; this is fine,” you tell yourself.

You sit at a table near the buffet with Seeun, pulling back a chair for her first before sitting down yourself. “I don’t know how people can dislike blueberry jam,” you comment as you chew your first mouthful. “It’s hit-or-miss most of the time; sometimes it’s too sweet and tastes artificial, other times it’s… meh,” she argues. As you think about her argument, you realize that this jam is indeed quite sweet. “Yeah, it is kind of sweet,” you admit. “Your girlfriend is already sweet enough—why look for other sweet things?” “Says the blushing girl,” you counter, earning a little kick under the table from Seeun.

“Mr. Moon, we’re ready; we’re near the buses,” you say to Mr. Moon, your family’s chauffeur, over the phone. “Please wait a second, sir,” he replies. You look to your right where traffic starts and see your car making the turn towards the passenger pickup lane—perhaps not a second but he’s still pretty quick.

With the help of Mr. Moon, you and Seeun put your stuff in the trunk. “Where to now, sir?” You ask him to first make a stop at your apartment building so that your girlfriend can rest and then take you to Han Group’s company building after that. “Of course, sir,” he says.

Once the car starts rolling, Seeun rests her head on your thighs. “Ugh,” she grunts. Her long legs must be bent because of the limited space of the car’s interior. “We’ll get home soon, love—please be patient,” you whisper, comforting her with soft pets on the head.

“Excuse me, sir,” Mr. Moon breaks the silence, “we’re here.” You didn’t know that you fell asleep, and when you look around, you see that you’re parked in front of your apartment building. You poke Seeun to get her to wake up, but she doesn’t budge. “I’ll take her upstairs and then come back to you, Mr. Moon.”

You pull Seeun out of the car and put her on your shoulder. Your same-floor neighbors (and a bunch of others) know that you’re dating her, so you don’t have to worry about explaining why you’re carrying her limp body like an abductor. That said, considering the time and day, there shouldn’t be too many people at this building.

You make it to your unit after a short elevator ride and walk. While Seeun lies asleep in bed, you write down a note for her to read when she wakes up. The note reads,

“Love, darling, sweetie,

You fell asleep in the car so we went home first so that you could sleep more comfortably in our bed. In the meantime, I’ll be in the office and talk to the big boss about some stuff.

Please don’t panic. I’ll be home soon.

Yours always,

Shaun.”

For good measure, you poke her a few times until she shows signs of consciousness. “Noona, I’ll be at the office for a bit; I need to make a quick report to my brother. See you later, okay?” Seeun lets out a hum through the tiny gap of her lips, and you’d like to think that she’s got the message. “Cool,” you put on a thumbs-up for yourself, “see you later, noona.”

Harvey’s secretary has told you that he’s still in his office, so you swiftly make your way there and deliver some news that you think he’d like to hear.

You knock on his door and promptly hear him telling you to come in. As you enter, your eyes land on the gap between the hanging back support of his desk and the floor—there’s a woman kneeling between his legs. “For your sake, Mr. Han, I seriously hope that’s Yooyeon-noona,” you comment in a serious tone. Harvey smiles at you, and that’s when you see his wife getting on her feet. “H-Hi, Shaun,” she greets you with red cheeks.

“First, you told me oh-so-casually that time that she was sucking you off, and now, you told me to walk in while she’s sucking you off,” you let your annoyance be known. “Where’s your respect for me, Han Hyunjin—shit, better yet, where’s your respect for your wife?” You don’t say your brother’s name in full a lot, so he knows the seriousness of it when you actually do. “Shaun, please, I’m sorry,” he tries to quench your fire, “I don’t—” “Just zip up your fucking pants and talk to me when you’re actually ready. I’ll wait outside with Miss Park—don’t worry, I won’t ask her to suck my dick.”

You storm out of his office huffing and puffing, ignoring his calls to stay, feeling annoyed and disappointed with how your brother behaves (especially since it’s still working hours). “Sir? Are you okay?” Miss Park nervously looks at you when she sees you crashing into the chair on the other side of her desk. “I am, Shion-ah. My problem is with my brother, not with you, so don’t worry,” you say, still panting heavily from the emotions.

The landline on her desk rings. “Good afternoon. Park Shion speaking,” she says into her phone. After a short conversation, you hear her say, “Yes, sir; I will inform him so.” “Mr. Han, the director is ready for you,” she forwards the message to you. You take a few deep breaths to calm down before leaving your seat. “Thank you, Shion-ah.”

You don’t bother knocking this time, opting to just push the door as wide as it’ll open. “Shaun,” Harvey says calmly, “please come in.” Seeing red, you rush towards your brother who’s standing in front of his desk. Yooyeon stands in the middle of you and him, acting as a barrier to make sure no one hurts the other. “You sent me to New York and told me to come see you right after I got back, and this is how you welcome me? I just got off the damn plane, you asshole!”

Yooyeon plants her hands on your chest and gently pushes you backwards. “Shaun, please don’t yell at your brother like that,” she says in a trembling voice, tearing up as she does, “the idea was mine, so please blame me.” You roll your eyes and move to take a seat. “I don’t want to waste more time; I have a girlfriend to take care of—do you want to hear this report or not?”

Harvey reaches his hand out towards your shoulder, but you slap it away. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch me right now,” you warn him. You can tell that he’s very hurt by your attitude, but this will be a valuable lesson to everyone. “Okay,” he wipes his glassy eyes, “please start, Mr. Han.”

After calming down, you open your mouth and start briefing him on the tasks you’ve accomplished during the New York trip. You had a meeting with Bloom Inc. at their office, and without prior briefing, you found out that Bloom had invited one of their partners, Han Industries, that had previously expressed their interest in joining the partnership with us and Bloom. “Han? Like us?” You nod. “Big boss is named Han Jinwoo,” you tell him. “If you remember the OreQuest uproar from a few years ago, that’s one of his companies.” Harvey nods, seemingly deep in thoughts. “We’ll have to look into it more. Thank you, Shaun, you did very well.” You wiggle your index finger. “I want a bonus for this; it wasn’t easy, you know.” “Say your numbers and I’ll figure it out,” he adheres to your demand.

You stand up from your seat and hand him a flash drive. “There’s some stuff in there that you might want to look at.” As you make your way out of his office, you remember something. “Oh, I almost forgot—happy anniversary.” Harvey accepts your message with a small smile, so you turn your back again and continue walking out of his office.

Yooyeon chases you outside and holds your wrist to stop your fast steps. “Shaun, I’m sorry,” she says, “I’m not a bad influence on your brother, though, I swear.” You shrug. “It’s not me you should be apologizing to—it’s yourself. Give yourselves some more respect and don’t talk about sex so openly and carelessly next time because I, for example, don’t give a shit.”

You arrive at your apartment again after meeting your brother. When you open the bedroom door, you see that Seeun is in the same position you left her in: right in the center of the bed with her head on a pillow. “Well, at least you’re dressed comfortably.”

After getting changed yourself, you’re now ready to join her in bed. You slowly climb onto her body and rest your head on her chest. “Noona, I’m home,” you whisper. “Baby,” you hear a whisper back from her, “welcome home.” You can feel all the exhaustion that has been weighing down on your body starting to melt away. “You’re so warm, noona.” Seeun doesn’t say anything this time—unfortunate but understandable; she’s sleeping, after all.

Soft pets on the back of your head make you stir awake. “Baby, you’re home,” Seeun says in a soft tone. “How long have you been here for?” Your partially awake brain can’t comprehend her question. “Sorry?” Your girlfriend chuckles. “Ah, don’t worry about it. You’re here with me, and that’s the most important thing right now.”

You yawn audibly. “I’m tired, noona.” The pets she’s giving get more intense, as if trying to scrub the tiredness off your body. “Oh, baby, what can I do for you?” “Just stay like this, please,” you say.

This is what you’re looking for in dating someone older than you: relying on someone and being taken care of when you need it. Now, of course, you try and not forget about your part, and make sure you can be that reliable person and take care of your significant other, Seeun, when she needs it.

“Noona,” you move on to the next subject, “you know how my brother asked me to see him right after we arrived, right?” “Yeah, and you went to the office earlier for that—what about it?” You told her how you walked in to the sight of him getting a blowjob from his wife and how angry you got because of it. “It felt disrespectful, you know; we just arrived in the city and shit.” “Language, baby,” she says softly. “I understand why you were frustrated, but still.” You can’t help but sigh. “I made it clear to them that I don’t give a fu—erm, frick—about their sex life and that I don’t want to see anything like that again.”

Seeun says that she’s satisfied with how you handled the situation but also wishes you had had more self-control. You want to protest, but you decide against it; it’s probably best to just accept her words and put it behind you. “I’m sorry for venting at you like that—I mean, you just woke up,” only now do you feel bad about this. Seeun kisses your head repeatedly while assuring you that it’s fine and that she’d rather have you talk about it and quickly move on.

You lift your head off her chest and look at right in the eyes. “I love you, noona,” you say, “like, I love, love, love you.” “I love you too, baby,” she says, a big grin decorating her beautiful features. “Eh, actually, I love you more,” Seeun corrects herself.

“Baby,” Seeun calls for your attention, “can we get something to eat?” “We can—what do you want to have?” She taps her chin as she thinks about it. “Can we get fried chicken?” You’re reminded that she has been craving fried chicken since before going to New York. “We sure can, noona,” you agree to her suggestion.

With a grunt, you gather your might and get off her body, and that is you see a pout on her face. “What’s wrong?” Seeun crosses her hands. “I didn’t say we should go there ourselves,” she gives you a hint. You blink a few times as you think about what she’s trying to say. “Oh,” you palm your face as realization hits, “you want them delivered here, don’t you, noona?” Seeun bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, your face is soooo funny.” She pulls you into her arms again. “You’re so cute, I swear to God,” she says, still giggling.

The food delivery app says that your orders have been dropped off outside your door.

Seeing that Seeun is peacefully sleeping, you go get the goodies yourself. You put the big bag on the dining table and unpack it. “Honey barbecue and sweet-n-spicy—nice, we have everything.”

You hear the bedroom door swing open, and when you look, you see your sleepy girlfriend, whose eyes are barely open, standing at the door. You come in for a kiss, which is your favorite way to get her to wake up, and as expected, Seeun puts a hand on your chest, like she usually does. “So soft,” she mutters, “your kiss always feels—” You interrupt her with one more kiss—one that’s deeper and more passionate. “Okay, you need to stop right there, young man, or you’re going to have to take responsibilities,” she warns.

You drag her by her hand towards the dining table that you’ve organized for her. “I have some honey barbecue chicken for you, noona,” you say, your voice laced with excitement. Based on her expressions, you notice that something is amiss. “No fries,” Seeun utters softly. “Oh my God, I forgot.” You slap your forehead for forgetting to order fries. “Would you like to have fries, noona? We can place another order,” you offer her a solution. Your girlfriend shakes her head. “No, it’s fine, baby,” she declines. “Come, let’s eat.”

Seeun lets out a high-pitched hum at the first taste. “Amazing as always,” she says with a full mouth. The way she’s eating makes you hungry beyond measure, so you pick up a piece from your box and immediately take a bite. “Meh,” you’re underwhelmed, “not as spicy as usual.” “Receipt says it’s level 1, babe,” says Seeun. “Level 1? I didn’t choose level 1,” you furrow your eyebrows. You don’t know how it ended up like this or who is at fault, but you’re not really in the mood to figure it out, so you grab a bottle of hot sauce from the pantry and make it to your liking. “Yeah, this is more like it,” you comment at the revised taste.

Seeun’s phone lights up and shows a floating notification on the lock screen. “Your brother is inviting us to his house tomorrow,” she says. You are disappointed that he’s avoiding you and opting to reach you through Seeun, but it’s also understandable since he doesn’t want to risk making you angry again. “For—” “Shane and Jiwoo are engaged, and your brother wants to celebrate it together,” she interrupts you with additional information. “Good for them; Shane is so in love with her.”

“What about you?” Seeun’s question forces you to stop eating and drop your chicken. “Excuse me?” “Are you in love with me?” In your head, there’s only one answer, which is yes, you are in love with her, but you first refrain from saying it—what if she’s hinting at something else? “Yes,” you start, “I am in love with you and would love to stay with you long term.” Your firm and resolute tone provides assurance that you mean it wholeheartedly. “Great to hear,” she says with a smile.

You take a deep breath before continuing your point. “Noona, if you’re wondering when I’ll be proposing to you, then the answer is soon. I’m still working on becoming the best version of myself, because you deserve the best of me, the same way I deserve the best of you.” Seeun puts on a sweet smile for you. “I know, baby, but at the same time, you don’t have to worry about it too much—you’re already such a nice person, you know.”

You thank her for the flattery, but you know that you still need to work on your patience (among other things); it could be disastrous if at one point you lash out at Seeun the same way you did at your brother. “Hey, baby,” Seeun steals your attention, “I told you, don’t worry about it—you’ll be just fine.”

You find yourself lying in bed with Seeun after finishing those boxes of chicken. She says she wants to switch and be on top this time, so you take the position on the bottom. “It’s nice to change every now and then, isn’t it, babe?” “It sure is—I must admit, though, I like cuddling you from the top.” Seeun pinches your cheek. “You like it because you can lie on my breasts, you little pervert.” You burst out laughing. “Well, you caught me.”

“Speaking of breasts,” she plants her hands on your chest, “I want you, baby—please.” “Really?” It doesn’t hurt to make sure (or perhaps tease). Seeun sticks her lips on your neck to show you that she’s serious. “Oh, you really want me, don’t you?” The answer to your question is the increased intensity of stimulation on your neck. “Noona, not too much, please; we still have work tomorrow,” you try to make her stop.

Seeun leaves your neck and hovers closely over your face. “If you bring up work in bed again, I will put a tape on your mouth,” she threatens. “Noona, what are you talking about? What is this?” You’re concerned about how she’s acting, because this isn’t how you and she do things usually. Even on days when she’s very desperate for your touch, she never talks like this.

Seeun closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Just… please don’t bring up work; I’m just desperate for your touch,” she rearranges her words. You place a hand on the side of her face, rubbing it gently. “That’s more like it,” you say, “you know I’ll always try to be available for you, but you need to ask kindly, noona.” With teary eyes, Seeun apologizes profusely, and even though you assure her that it’s okay, she just wouldn’t stop.

“Oh, God, what’s wrong with me,” tears escape her eyes in abundance, “you’re trying to become the best man you can while I’m being such a terrible woman.” “Oh, love,” you pull out a new endearment from the bag, “please, don’t say such thing; you were just too eager—” No!” Seeun screams, denying your attempt at comforting her. “I-I’m a bad girlfriend and deserve to be punished.”

Seeun pulls you into a sitting position before bending over your lap. “Punish me, love.” “Punish you how? I already told you that it’s okay,” you reason. “Just do it, please—make me take responsibilities.” “Fine, if you insist.” You pull down her shorts, thus exposing her soft and round butt cheeks, and rub them gently. “God, I really don’t want to hurt her.” As if hearing your thoughts, Seeun tells you to “make it hurt.”

You lift a hand while your eyes stay locked on the target. “Here I go, love,” you signal. You close your eyes and take a swing at her butt, and the scream she lets out at the impact is heartbreaking. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you take your turn to apologize. “That was too hard, wasn’t it, love?” Seeun shakes her head. “N-no, that was good—do it again, babe; we’re not even yet.”

You lift your hand again and place your gaze on the target—the previous hit has left a red mark in the shape of your palm, and you swear that your heart is being wrung like wet laundry. “Love, here I go again,” you signal, tearily this time. Seeun braces for impact, and you take a swing right there. “Fuck, that was too hard,” you regret failing to control your strength. “Can we stop now? I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Seeun says she doesn’t want to end on an even number and asks to be hit once again, much to your anguish. You decide to do it quickly this time so that you can just move on to helping her cope with the pain you’ve caused. “FUCK!” She screams one last time after the last hit, marking the end this whole “punish me” show.

“Love—my love,” you gently pull her into your arms, seated on your lap. “I’m sorry, that must’ve hurt so bad, right?” “T-that’s okay, I deserved it,” she insists. “No, you don’t,” you insist back. “I hated that shit, noona. I don’t want to hurt you like that ever again.” “I-I mean, it’s good to know that y-you’re capable of it. Who knows if one day we might need to do it again?” No, you’re certain that you would never need to do it again, but there’s no point in making another counterargument at the moment; you’d rather spend your energy in helping her recover.

Sleeping counts as recovering, doesn’t it, because that’s what you and Seeun have been doing for a few hours now—at least until you’re awoken at this odd hour, and for some reason, you feel refreshed and are wide awake.

Your senses pick up the signs of her presence with no trouble; her smell is in your nose, her subtle snores are in your ears, and her skin is touching yours (not the entirety of but still enough).

You place one hand on her butt that you hit thrice a few hours ago, hoping that doing so will make you feel less bad about it. “I’m so sorry about that, my love,” you whisper softly right into her ear. You’re slightly startled when you hear a hum from Seeun, but no, she’s still asleep.

An idea enters your mind: what if you try singing for her? You’re somewhat okay at singing and there’s this song that you’ve been obsessed with recently. You clear your throat slightly to prepare, and here goes nothing:

Be my only one

이렇게 부르고 싶은 이름 내 곁에 (The name I want to call you by)

손을 잡고서 같이 걸어요 (Let’s hold hands and walk along)

비가 오는 밤에도, 외로웠던 낮에도 (On rainy nights, or on lonely daytimes)

그대 환한 빛깔을 내게 가득 칠해줘요 (Please color me with your shiny light)

내가 더 잘할게요, 이렇게 같이 있어준다면 (I’ll do better, if you stay with me like this)

You let out a giggle after singing out that short bit; there’s something exciting about singing to your beloved lady while she’s asleep. “Good… voice,” you hear Seeun whisper quietly. “I love you, baby, and I mean every word I just said.” It’s fine if she doesn’t say anything back; at least you’ve gotten it off your chest.

Much to your surprise, Seeun gives you a peck on the side of your face. “I love you, baby.” “Are you awake, love?” You feel her nodding against your cheek. “How can I sleep when my boyfriend sings for me?” Her praise makes you blush. “Oh, it’s nothing—I’m glad you liked it, though.”

“What time is it, babe?”

“I don’t know, but it’s probably a few hours before sunrise.”

“I want to sleep again.”

You pet her back like she was a baby you’re trying to send to sleep. “Let’s go back to sleep, love. We’ll let the alarms wake us up.” Seeun yawns aloud. “Promise me that you’ll touch me tonight.” “We’re going to my brother’s house tonight, no?” She grunts. “Surely you’re not rejecting me.” “We’ll see what we can do after we get back from his house, okay? I can promise you that, love.” She yawns once again. “Deal.”

You knock on the bedroom door and ask if she’s ready to leave for your brother’s house. “Come here, babe, please,” she says from the other side of the door. You enter to see if she needs help choosing what to wear. “What’s—oh.” Seeun hasn’t put on any clothes yet. “Why are you naked, love?” You ask while your eyes scan her from top to bottom.

She approaches you with open arms, wrapping them around you when she’s within hugging distance. “I was trying to see if maybe you’re in the mood for a quick one,” she says. You put on a soft smile for her. “It’s not that I’m not in the mood, love, but you know that I’d rather have a longer session,” you try to convince her to save it for later. Seeun shakes her head. “You’re really lucky I love you; otherwise, I’d leave you for denying me sexual pleasures.” “I’m not denying you anything, love,” you make sure your voice is as gentle as possible. “I’m just asking you to be patient,” you say, despite how you’re starting to get hard.

Convinced, Seeun asks you to leave the bedroom so that she can put on some clothes. “I’m asking you to be patient, he says,” Seeun airs her frustration into the empty bedroom. “You’re really lucky I love you, Shaun.” She clears her head of other thoughts and turns her focus on choosing what clothes to wear tonight. Seeun opts for a plain white T-shirt paired with a black cardigan. She also puts on brown canvas pants to complete the look.

When you arrive at Harvey’s house, you see that Shane’s car is parked in the driveway, leaving one vacant space for you since Harvey’s is probably kept in the garage. You quickly pull in next to Shane’s car and get out of yours with Seeun. “This feels like a reunion,” Seeun comments.

As you’re about to knock on the door, it swings open, thus revealing the man of the house on the other side. “Welcome, Shaun—thanks for coming,” Harvey greets you with open arms, and you wonder if he’s moved on from your lashing out. You think that it wouldn’t hurt to hug him (it is the usual form of greeting among you and your brothers, anyway). “The pleasure is mine, hyung,” you say softly into his ear.

Harvey lets you free and then turns to Seeun. “Hi, cookie,” he greets her. “How was New York?” “It was cool, oppa; I couldn’t have enough of the food.” He chuckles. “Well, we can exchange stories later. Let’s get inside for now, hm?”

Harvey leads you to the dining room, where Yooyoen, Shane, and Jiwoo are waiting for you. “Shaun,” Yooyeon greets you awkwardly. You approach her and pull her into a quick hug. “I’m sorry for yelling at you,” you whisper to her. “That’s okay; I understand where you were coming from,” she whispers back. “Have a seat, Shaun.”

You sit next to Shane while Seeun sits right across you and next to Jiwoo, who immediately leans against her shoulder. As the man and woman of the house, Harvey and Yooyeon sit at opposing ends of the rectangular table that’s full of food. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Harvey starts. “We are gathered here today to celebrate Shane and Jiwoo’s engagement and to wish them luck and happiness in their new stage of life.”

You put an arm around Shane from the side. “I left the two of you to go to New York for a few days, and you took a head start, Shane?” “Look, man,” he whispers back, “it was a mess, ‘kay? I was so stumped and proposed on the damn sofa.” Nonetheless, you congratulate him on the engagement and wish him happiness, just like a good (twin) brother.

“Shane,” Harvey’s voice captures your and his attention, “do you have anything to say, maybe to us or to your fiancé?” Shane clears his throat and opens his mouth. “First, I’d like to thank everyone for coming; it means a lot for me and Jiwoo to have your support and affection. Second, I’d like to publicly promise my dear fiancé that I’ll prioritize our happiness over everything else; you know that you mean the world to me, love.” Harvey chuckles. “Even over your brothers?” Shane shrugs. “My brothers are their own men; they can go and figure things out themselves.”

Harvey gives Jiwoo the chance to speak, which she takes after assembling her thoughts. “I know he’s said it already, but I also would like to thank everyone for the support and kindness.” Her glance meets yours as she scans her surroundings. “I haven’t seen Shaun-oppa and Seeun-unnie in a while, so it’s great to have them again.” You show her a kind smile, because that’s how a proper welcome looks and feels.

As soon as her butt lands on her seat again, Jiwoo bursts out in tears, making Seeun panic—Yooyeon is also panicked but she doesn’t react as much. Seeun asks what’s happening, and that’s when Jiwoo delivers the big news. “I-I’m pregnant,” she reveals, “o-obviously there’s no question who the father is.”

Everyone’s jaws drop; Shane and Jiwoo are expecting just a few days after getting engaged. You nudge your twin who is still stunned, indirectly telling him to go and comfort his fiancé. After snapping out of his trance, Shane moves to kneel next to Jiwoo, making her turn her chair towards him.

“Love, love,” he calls to her. “It’s okay, love; having a child is a huge blessing for us.” “But-but you’re stuck with me from now on, oppa,” she says, and admittedly, you think that it’s a very crazy thing to say, all things considered. “I’m not stuck with you, love—what are you talking about? I got in this relationship with you because I think you’re a great woman to have a life with.” Now that’s a good and reasonable counter. “W-what about my master’s degree? Is-is that deal getting called off?” You don’t know exactly what she’s referring to, but it’s not important for you to know. “It’s not getting called off, love, but we’ll need to figure some things out first, okay?”

You scan the environs to get a grip: Yooyeon and Seeun are tearing up while Harvey is still stunned and has his mouth open. “Man, this is crazy,” you say in your head, and a part of you thinks that you’re understating it. Harvey reaches for your hand and taps it a few times. “Let’s go,” he mouths as he stands up. You follow him towards his back garden with Seeun and Yooyeon following closely behind you.

“Let’s give them some space for now,” Harvey says, taking a seat on one of the benches. You sit on the other bench and are soon joined by Seeun, who immediately rests her head on your lap. Yooyeon, on the other hand, joins her husband and copies Seeun’s movements. “Crazy turn of events, hey, Shaun?” “Tell me about it,” you sigh, “well, I hope things go well for them and the little one.”

Shane comes outside and invites everyone back in, mentioning that Jiwoo has calmed down, and true enough, you see that Jiwoo is now serene and steady when you return. “Congratulations, cookie,” you say, putting a hand on her shoulder, “I wish you eternal happiness.” She thanks you for the kind words and asks that you wish her luck with being a parent. “I’m sure you and Shane will be great parents, Jiwoo-yah,” you say.

Everyone takes turns hugging Shane and Jiwoo to show support before taking their seats at the table again. “I think this is where we start eating,” Harvey says. You and Shane reach for the pizza at the same time, showing those present the twins’ unrivaled dynamics. “Great minds think alike—right, Shane?” He nods while his mouth is busy munching.

Shane and Jiwoo understandably excuse themselves from the celebration and leave early; they have some things to talk about in the privacy of their own home, not Harvey’s. You don’t want to be left behind in your brother’s home, so you go home at the same time Shane and Jiwoo do.

“Hah, finally.” Seeun lets out a sigh of relief as soon as the car starts rolling. “Sorry, babe, it’s just that I want to spend some time with you and only you.” You assure her that the feeling is mutual. “I’m going to say this right now: I want to have some fun with you at home, love,” you add. Seeun palms your crotch, assessing if you’re being serious. “You’re not lying, are you?” You shake your head. “No, I’m not.” She leans towards your ear. “Then put your foot on the pedal, baby,” she whispers, giving you goosebumps everywhere. You fiddle with some switches behind the wheel and put the car in sports mode. “I hope your seatbelt is fastened, Miss Yoon.”

Without giving her the chance to check, you put your foot on the pedal like she asks and zip around traffic, making use of the improved handling and responsiveness to pass slower drivers. “Don’t get us killed, baby,” Seeun says nervously. “Just hold on and we’ll be home before you know it.”

You have Seeun sit on the edge of the bed while you stand closely in front of her. “Do I have your consent, love?” She taps her chin with her finger. “Not yet,” she giggles. “I need some convincing.” She says she needs some convincing, but it’s her who makes the first move—Seeun is terri-bad at playing hard to get.

You’re pulled onto the bed as your girlfriend does a backwards tumble. “Is this your idea of convincing, my love?” Seeun presses her face into your chest to hide her blush. “You keep calling me love, baby.” You peck her forehead that’s right in front of your mouth. “I have a feeling that calling you love will work better going forward.” You get pinched in the waist. “Oh, don’t play with me like that, Han Jaehoon.” You roll over until you’re on top of her. “How is this playing with you, love—I’m being very honest right meow.”

The sound of her laughing, especially when you’re the cause of it, is never dull. “Oh my God, what did you just say right there, baby?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you play dumb. Seeun slaps your chest repeatedly, feeling highly amused by your little joke. “Oh, God, you’re so—” “Handsome? Cute? Attractive?” “I meant to say funny, but you’re also attractive,” she finishes her sentence.

Seeun undoes the only button of her cardigan. “In fact, you’re so attractive that I’m aroused for you.” You guess that she’s been convinced enough to finally let you in her pants. “Don’t tell me to be patient again, please—I don’t want to wait any longer, babe.” You shake your head. “Let’s do it, love.”

You leave her momentarily to undress, and Seeun uses that chance to also undress. The sight of her complete nudeness makes you stop—how did she even undress that quickly? “Fuck, you look so hot, love,” you utter mindlessly. She summons you to her with the wiggle of a finger, and you’ve never moved so fast in your life before. “I’m hot, and I’m all yours,” she whispers. The tip of your hard cock pokes her entrance. “Oh, you’re ready, aren’t you, baby—go on, then; fuck me.”

With your cock in hand, you slide into her warmth, and the tightness makes you fall limp into her arms. “Yes, that’s it, baby,” she always reacts so well to you, “you’ve missed me, haven’t you?” “I shouldn’t have—oh, fuck—we should’ve just done this earlier.” “Oh, don’t worry, baby; it was worth the wait,” Seeun says between moans.

You feel her hands wrapping tightly around your body and meeting right on your back, reminding you of how perfectly warm sex with Seeun is. “Kiss me, my love,” she uses the new pet name against you, and there’s no reason for you to not kiss her. She lets out a soft moan as soon as your lips touch hers and continues to moan into the kiss as she takes more and more thrusts from you.

She breaks the kiss to announce that she’s almost at the finish line, while you, on the other hand, think that you’re quite far from yours—it’s fine if she finishes first; she’ll help you chase your own finish later. “C’mon, love; cum for me,” you encourage her while making sure that your tempo is steady.

Seeun bites your bottom lip as her orgasm hits, and because of how painful it is, you’re glad that she quickly lets go. “B-baby, p-pull out,” she says weakly. You pull out of her warmth, and that’s when she starts rolling around in bed, her legs shaking out of her control. You lie sideways next to her while petting her head and whispering nice things to her ear, and Seeun does her best to reply.

You estimate that she needs some water, so you get off the bed, and that’s when she surprises you with a scream. “Y-your back, babe.” You stand in front of the mirror to see what she’s talking about: there are odd scratch lines on your back that you guess are caused by her nails—there are little spots of blood on some of them, too. “Ouchie,” only now do you feel the pain. “I-I’m sorry.” You chuckle. “Eh, it’s fine; they’ll be gone soon.” In your head, however, you know that it’d be so painful to shower for the next few days.

Seeun finishes the glass of water that you’ve brought for her within seconds and passes the empty glass back to you right after. “Thanks, baby.” She rewards your nice gesture with a peck on the cheek. You lie on your side of the bed, which you realize isn’t quite a good idea at the last second, thanks to the scars on your back. “Oh, God, I forgot,” you say, regretting your decision and sitting right back up. Your girlfriend asks if she can make it up to you for the scars, but you tell her that it’s not necessary, citing that it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing.

Seeun moves to sit on your lap, and in turn, lets you back in her warmth again—she also lets out a long moan as she slowly impales herself with your cock. “L-let me make you cum, baby,” she offers a most welcome solution. “Have at it, love.”

You thought that she’d just ride you while facing you like this, but it seems like she has a different idea. She turns around (without removing you from her pussy) and plants her hands on your knees. “Oh, this is quite the hot seat—hah, God.” This position allows you to reach around and stimulate her from behind, which you do immediately by placing a hand on her crotch, making sure that your middle finger is right on her nub. “Oh, please, not there.” “Why not, love? Don’t you want to cum again?” “I-if I cum again, I-I might not be able to wake up on time tomorrow for work,” she reasons.

You smirk at this opportunity to use Seeun’s medicine against herself, with a bit of revision. “If you mention work one more time, I will tie you to the bed and leave you alone the entire day.” “Oh, please don’t do that—look, I’ll make you cum,” she tries to negotiate. You chuckle teasingly. “How do plan on doing that without moving, hm?” Seeun’s grip on your knees gets firmer and stronger as she prepares to start. “I’ll move now, baby.”

Seeun slowly lifts her butt off your crotch, and that is when you start rubbing her nub. “You’re so tight, love—fuck, that’s so good,” you praise her. As if getting a boost of energy and confidence from your praise, she starts bouncing up and down at a good pace, and you can see how your shaft is entering and leaving her pussy repeatedly.

To make sure she doesn’t fall forwards, you place your free hand (that’s not busy rubbing her nub) on her stomach. “Can you feel that?” Seeun turns her head slightly. “Can you feel yourself bulging my belly?” You move your hand up and down her stomach as she keeps the bounces going—you indeed can feel her stomach subtly bulging when the entirety of your shaft is inside her. “You’re almost too big for me, baby,” she fuels your fire of ego. “And you’re almost too tight for me, love,” you whisper, “you’re literally squeezing me.” Seeun chuckles. “I’ll always be tight for you, baby.”

Your eyelids feel oddly heavy as time goes by, thus making you think that maybe you’re close to the finish line. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” “I think—oh, God, I think so,” you admit. Seeun stops moving and turns around to face you again. “I know you like looking at me when you cum.” “Damn right I do.” You quickly peck her on the lips. “Now move again, please.”

You make use of the fact that her breasts are right in front of your mouth by sucking one of them and grabbing the other. “Oh, I’ve waited so long for that,” she comments. Having heard her approval, you play with her tits more: tugging, nibbling, sucking—everything you can think of.

You’re ready to explode any moment now. “Love,” you call to her, “I’m about to blow.” “G-great to hear, baby.” Seeun turns down the pace, resorting to slower and longer movements. “How’s that for a change, baby?” “Amazing,” you say, “you’re amazing, love.”

This slower pace allows you and Seeun to be more expressive, showing each other just how enjoyable this is—oh, you’re twitching inside her. “Love, you felt that one, didn’t you?” Seeun nods. “Give it to me, baby; make me a mom like Shane did Jiwoo.” You pull her into a kiss by her chin while cum erupts out of your cock in waves.

Seeun is the first to break the kiss. “Baby,” she taps your chin to get your attention, “do you want me to take the pill?” You nod weakly. “We-we’ll need to talk first before getting you pregnant.” “I’ll take the pill later, then.”

Ignoring the pain from the scratch marks, you fall onto your back and pull Seeun with you. “I-I’m so sorry, but I’m so sleepy,” you say, about to give up to your heavy eyelids. “That’s fine, babe; we can clean up later.” You and Seeun yawn at the same time. “I love you.” “I love you more, baby.” She pecks you on the lips once. “See you tomorrow morning, okay?”

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lucimaaie · 2 months ago

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we pt4 ✧.* tlou

pairing - santa barbara!ellie x reader

summary - you and ellie make a promise.

a/n - okay fr my hands hurt i need to take a break but this is the endd (prob) did this need to be stretched out, prolly not but..i did it, lil angst, fluffy tho, wasn't sure how to end it but hope u like it

part 1, part 2, part 3

“texas. that’s still a ways down, isn’t it?” you said, looking down at the annotated map. it was worn out, having been dropped a few times and even dropped in the water but the picture was still clear.

you looked over at ellie at her lack of response. her eyes were laser focused on the road ahead of you, only tearing her eyes away for a second once she heard you call her name. she raised her brows.

"you okay?" you knew the question was one that probably wouldn't be answered honestly, but it was worth asking anyway. she was still shaken up from what happened months ago. being back in the cabin, you barely encountered runners or clickers in the middle of nowhere. she'd started to wonder whether or not it was worth it to drag you from the home you'd already shared together.

"m'fine." ellie scratched her outstretched arm. she'd been driving for hours and you knew she'd barely slept.

"i'd believe that if you weren't zoning out every few seconds." you folded the paper up and tucked it into the console, angling your body to look at her. ellie glanced at you, sensing you were gonna say something. "lemme drive. i know how, a little bit."

"a little bit's not exactly reassuring, peach." she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times. "just sit back."

"but, you're tired."

"wiiide awake." she stretched the words out like that would reassure you more. her eyes were in fact wide in atttempt to keep herself awake and not swerve off the makeshift dirt road.

"baby." her eyes seemed to soften at the pet name. she let her head hit the head rest, looking at you with a smile. she shook her head as she looked back at the road.

"not gonna let you do it." ellie sung.

"it'd be great! i'd drive, you could take a nap. how's that sound? a nap."

"are you talking to me like i'm a- i'm not a baby."

"but you're-"

"my baby." "my baby" ellie mocked you.

"you're so..i love you."

"i love you too, will you let me drive?"

"you're relentless," ellie eventually pulled over and gave you the reins for a few hours. she didn't go to sleep the first two, still unsure about your driving skills. not that she didn't trust you but learning to drive wasn't exactly a concern amongst people today, so she would get it if you couldn't. but when it was clear you would hold up pretty well, she couldn't resist sleep anymore.

ellie flinched at the sound of a rattling in the car. she looked around to see the car stopped and you in front of the car, checking out something under the hood, probably having no idea what to do. ellie took a moment to breathe, reminding herself that nothing was wrong this time. there hadn't been for months, you were fine.

when she got out of the car, she wore a tired smirk. "you broke it."

"no i didn't." you looked stressed, leaning your hands against the hood as you looked into the mechanics of a vehicle you'd only found days ago. you couldn't even tell what model, these things were practically useless without gas. you bit your lip as you tried for the problem, having no idea how attractive ellie found you like this. "i swear."

"it's alright." ellie wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and kisses your temple and your cheek. "would've ran out of gas anyway. we got it on foot." she rounded the car to grab her backpack and wrap it around her back. she came behind you and moved your arms to put yours on. "unless you wanna rest a while?"

"no, no i took enough naps." you adjusted the straps of your backpack before lacing your fingers with ellie's. "let's go."

you had become grateful of the extra rest being in a car had given you. unfortunately it made it easier to become winded when you'd become used to sitting on your ass.

on the bright side, you were almost to texas. the only scary thing was the uncertainty of being somewhere this new without knowing if you'd find a place like the cabin. and you knew if were anxious, ellie felt worse. "you okay?"

"you keep asking that." ellie as she tried not to look at you, which she loved doing, only not when you were so adamant on getting an answer. she didn't want to tell you she was still scared over what happened months ago. she'd been through worse, but it felt like none of it would compare to losing you. if she lost you, she was done.

"you usually give me some smartass answer. like that one." you jogged down the hill to catch up to her. "like before." you looked at her from the ground.

ellie’s eyes flicked over to you. her eyebrows furrowed as she caught what you meant. this wasn’t before. not when you and her were essentially roommates and she tried to pretend as if she was falling in love with you. no, you were together now. she was trying.

she was pulled out of her thoughts by you tumbling down the grassy hill. “oh my-“ she tried to run down to get catch you but ended up slipping herself.

ellie was in shock as she landed at the end of the hill onto finally flat ground. she was just recovering from the fall, dusting herself off when she heard you laughing. “what?” she asked, completely thrown off guard between what she was already feeling plus the added embarrassment from falling on her ass.

she stared at your carefree expression, allowing herself to let out a laugh of her own. she didn’t exactly find the situation funny, it would be had she not had so much on her mind, but she laughed anyway. she couldn’t help but laugh. after a while, it died down into quietness as you laid in the grass.

ellie looked at your relaxed expression and she was reminded of her fear. “you can’t leave me.” she said quietly. “you can’t leave me o-or do anything stupid to get yourself killed, okay?” she turned to look at you, her eyes pleading.

“ellie.” you scooted closer to her, mirroring her. “i’d never.”

“you swear?” her voice shook with emotions she wanted to push back down. "cause you've scared the fuck out of me before. i hate feeling like that."

“i swear on everything i love.” you pushed her hair behind her ear, your hand cupping her cheek. your eyes were filled with love as you swiped your thumb over her cheekbone. “that includes you y’know.”

“i-i got that.” she chuckled, blinking away tears. she wasn’t a crier but of you made her one to wear her emotions when she hated to.

“you have to swear to me too. no more martyr bullshit. i don’t need you to save me, i need you to be with me.” your words were a harsh reminder that she’d been thinking of what she’d be like if she lost you but not you if you lost her. “swear?”

“i swear.” she leaned up to kiss your nose. “on everything i love, i swear.” she said before laying a soft kiss to your lips, course it didn’t stay that way with both of your emotions on high. ellie pulled away with the need for air. she looked at you with all the affection in your eyes and swollen lips. “let’s get to texas, peach.”

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ellastone-olsen · 10 months ago

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MafiaBoss!Wanda Maximoff x f!security!reader.

Warnings: NSFW 18 + knife play, guns, murder, pet names, eating out, impact play, dark! Wanda, overstimulation, mommy kink

AN: oh my god, today is exactly one month since I’ve been publishing my works here, thank you everyone, I’m glad you like my works💗

Mafia boss Wanda who...must control absolutely everything. Even if she is under you, her orders guide you so that there is no doubt about who is in charge. “Such an obedient little pup, lick mommy clean.” She guides you. “Faster, insert your fingers, oh yes like that, make me cum and I’ll get you a reward.” She encourages you, holding your hair to guide your head and ride your face.

Mafia boss Wanda who...always keeps a gun near her, even if entire retinue of security is around. One day you allowed yourself the impudence to anger her, and she took a weapon from the inside pocket of her coat, fired a warning shot somewhere to the side, and then put the barrel under your chin. “Don’t make me angry, dumb pup, you know how easily I can pull the trigger and not blink an eye.” You knew that she could, but you also knew that she would never do this, not with you.

Mafia boss Wanda who...after a hard day, drags you by the collar of a snow-white shirt into her room and casually throws you on the bed. “Mommy had a terrible day so let me use you like the stupid fucktoy you are.” Of course you have no choice, but you don't mind helping a woman relieve stress. When her tongue overstimulates you and a whine escapes your mouth, her hands press you harder and a rough, “Be patient.” that's all you hear.

Mafia boss Wanda who...noticed how her other guards treat you because of your obvious closeness. And when one of these bastards decides to start a fight with you, she will simply take out that same gun and shoot him in the head. “If anyone else decides to commit lynching, he will go to hell for this piece of shit. Did everyone understand me!?” She does not tolerate people touching what belongs to her.

Mafia boss Wanda who...tells you to get on all fours and crawl to her feet so that she rests the stiletto heel on your shoulder leaving a mark of the sole on your shirt and orders you to use your mouth. Finally, you obediently kiss her legs until you reach the top of her black stockings, smelling her arousal through her matching black underwear. Looking up with your puppy dog eyes, you get a nod from her and run your tongue over her clothed pussy, tasting her.

Mafia boss Wanda who...also does not neglect knives and always keeps a couple with her, for example, for murder or a little game with you. Perhaps she will leave a few scratches on your thighs while she eats you, perhaps the knife will painfully pass across your cheek and leave a deep scar as proof that she owns you. And when your tears gather in the corners of your eyes, she shows unusual tenderness and wipes them away with the pad of her thumb, whispering false words of reassurance.

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minniesmutt · 8 months ago

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One more thing Y/n was happy the boys did for her was stock her pantry. Definitely made her life easier in the morning. Sleepily she walked into her kitchen to get some food in her system and some coffee. She had taken a short nap in the tub with Jisung after their round yesterday. The two ended up going a couple more rounds before falling asleep in her bed. Y/n had wound up just putting on Jisung’s shirt when she walked out of her room this morning.

She started the coffee first, then opened her fridge to see what she could make for breakfast. Then she felt arms wrap around her waist and a head lay on her shoulders.

“Mmmm,” Jisung groaned behind her.

“Morning sleepy head,” Y/n smiled as she reached up and scratched the top of his head.

“I’m buying you black-out curtains. Did not appreciate waking up to the sun, and alone.”

“I’ll look for some when I go out today and I’ll stay in bed with you next time,” Y/n told him

“Or you could come back to bed with me,” Y/n felt his lips on her neck, placing kisses along the side of her neck whilst his hands moved to grab her hips, pulling the material of her shirt up as well.

“Ji,” Y/n sighed

“Yeah, doll?”

Jisung turned her around to face him and closed her fridge before backing her up into the metal. Lips finding their way to hers in a second. Y/n moaned against his lips as she draped her arms over his shoulders. Tongues making their way into the other’s mouth.

“How many times are you going to fuck the poor woman Ji?” Changbin’s voice tore the two apart.

“As many times as she’ll let me, cockblocker,” Jisung replied as he looked at his friend.

“I'm sure you got your cock taken care of enough last night,” Changbin told him

“What are you doing up here anyways? it’s early.” Jisung groaned

“It’s almost noon.”

“It’s early.”

“Besides bringing coffee, taking our angel shopping.”

“Coffee you say,” Jisung said as released the women and walked over to his friend

“Not for you,” Changbin scolded him as the man pouted

Y/n giggled as she walked past the younger one and Changbin handed her the to-go cup.

“You can grab the mug I was gonna have Ji,” Y/n offered as she felt Changbin wrap an arm around her

“At least someone here loves me,” Ji dramatically turned around and went to her coffee machine

“How many times have I saved your ass?” Changbin asked

“When was the last time you brought me coffee without me asking?”

“To early to fight,” Y/n reminded them as she sipped her coffee

“Sorry,” both said before she turned to Changbin.

“You're taking me shopping?” Y/n smiled

“Yeah. Jeongin was gonna take you but he had something come up last minute so I volunteered.” Changbin smiled back.

“Let me get ready then we can go.”

Y/n kissed his cheek and went to her room to get ready for the day. She grabbed some clothes as her shower heated up, discarding Jisung’s shirt as she hoped in the shower, the warm water cascading down her body.

“My shirt in here doll?” Jisung called from the door.

“Yeah,” Y/n called back.

Jisung walked into the bathroom and grabbed his discarded shirt. He was going to walk straight out but then stopped and turned to the shower. He pulled the curtain back and Y/n looked back at him.

“Just want a kiss before I leave,” Jisung smiled and pulled her over to him placed a kiss on her lips, and quickly pulled away, “Have a good day, doll. I’m sure I’ll see you later.”

“See you later Ji,” Y/n smiled as he left the bathroom.

Y/n finished up her shower and got ready to go out. Once she had finished she found Changbin waiting for her in her kitchen still.

“Ready?” Changbin asked as she walked up to him. “Yeah,” Y/n answered

Changbin smiled, placing a hand on the small of her back, and led her over to the elevator. He kept his hand on her the whole way to the car. Changbin opened the passenger door for her. Y/n thanked him as she got inside and buckled up as he came around to the driver’s side and got in as well.

He started the car and took it out of park and into drive before laying his hand on her thigh, the other holding the wheel. Changbin pulled the car out of the garage and took off. Y/n smiled as she watched the city go by. Occasionally, Changbin squeezed her thigh, both making conversation till they pulled up at a shopping mall. Pulling into a parking spot in front of the building and getting out of the car to her side.

Y/n got out of the car and Changbin closed her door behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist; the two walked into the mall, looking around the stores. Going through a few high-end boutiques— Dior, Louis Vitton, Versace, etc. Changbin was ready to buy whatever she said she wanted. The associates helped the two out when needed, complimenting them on how good of a couple they looked. Y/n thanked them with a smile.

Y/n only got the things she actually liked and knew she would use or wear often. Changbin kept her close by, arm around her as they walked through the mall. Making their way from boutique to boutique.

Walking through Chanel, seeing what caught her eye. Changbin stood behind her with his arms around her waist as they stood in front of a display of bags.

“Could buy all of them,” Changbin suggested, kissing the side of her neck

“I don’t need that many bags Bin,” Y/n sighed

“Why not?” He chuckled

“You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?” He had done it in a couple of boutiques they had been in.

Her being indecisive about which pair of heels or what color dress she liked better. He told the associate that they were talking both. Y/n glared at him just for him to smile and peck her lips.

Y/n walked away from the bags and over to the clothing. Changbin followed her and wrapped his buff arms around her again. The arms she’d been eyeing in the car. She looked through the clothing before an associate offered to grab some items for her to try on.

Some items were picked out and the associate brought them back to the fitting rooms. Changbin sat in one of the chairs outside as the associate put the items in the room letting them be. Both thanked the associate before he walked onto the main floor.

Y/n tried on a few of the pieces. Stepping out of the room to show Changbin. Not missing the way his eyes followed her as she went back into the fitting room.

“Bin,” Y/n called

“Yeah?” He asked

“Come help me,” She beckoned

Changbin smiled as he got up, walking to the door. He opened the door and stepped inside, locking the door behind him. Y/n smiling at him in the mirror. She’d started peeling off the outfit already. Changbin stepped forward and finished taking the clothing off. Letting it drop to the floor and picking it up, tossing it to the bench before turning her around and pushing her up against the mirror.

“Naughty thing,” Changbin chuckled as he ran his hands up her sides, fingertips barely touching the lace of her bra strap, “Would have fucked you back in Dior if I knew you had this one underneath all that.”

“Well, fuck me in the back of Chanel now.”

Changbin pushed his lips onto hers. She grabbed onto his arms and rolled her hips into him, feeling his cock growing in his slacks. Changbin moved his thigh between her legs. Hands grabbed her hips and rolled her hips against his thigh.

“Shit,” Y/n pulled away from the kiss and looked down. Watching him move her hips against his thick thighs.

“Like getting fucked in public?” Changbin asked as he leaned forward, kissing her neck.

“Not even fucking me yet,” Y/n told him

Changbin pulled his leg away and turned her around to face the mirror. One hand dipped into her panties and two fingers pushed into her. Her jaw dropped open, his fingers weren’t as long as the others, but they were thicker. That was for sure.

His palm rubbed against her clot as his finger thrusted in and out of her. Y/n grabbed his forearm as she tilted her head back. “Feels so good binnie,” she moaned

“Keep it down. Wanna get kicked out before you get to cum?” Changbin asked. Freehand lay across her stomach and pulled her closer to him as his fingers opened her up for him.

Y/n bit her bottom lip, feeling Changbin’s hard cock on her ass. His eyes watched her in the mirror. He was barely breaking a sweat yet she could feel the little bit of wetness rolling down her skin. Her legs slightly shook just before he added another delicious finger.

Y/n covered her mouth as quickly as she could as he stretched her open more. Almost screaming. Praying the associate didn’t hear her.

“Think you’re almost ready for my cock baby?” Changbin whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe.

“Yes,” Y/n whined through her hand.

Changbin chuckled as he picked up his pace with his fingers. Y/n rocked her hips against his hand as her walls pulsed around his digits from pleasure. She tightened her grip on his arm as her orgasm shook her whole body. Changbin pulled his hand away and kept her upright. Kissing her neck as she came down from her high.

Y/n leaned back against him as he snuck his arms between their bodies and unbuckled his belt and slacks. Y/n caught her breath as he pulled her soaked lace panties down and off her legs before wrapping one of her arms behind his neck.

Y/n gasped as he picked her up and spread her legs, cunt on display for both of them via the mirror. She was more shocked by his strength, turning her on more. Then her eyes trailed down to his cock standing upright under her. Changbin was thick girth-wise. Not as long as Chan, Jisung, or Minho, but the girth alone could make up for it. He was going to do some damage to her mental state with that thing.

“Fuck,” She whispered and he lowered her a bit towards him, cunt already clenching around nothing in anticipation.

“Hold on tight baby,” Changbin chuckled. He let go of one of her legs to line his angry tip up at her dripping entrance.

Y/n gripped the back of his head, taking a handful of curls as he got the tip inside her. Changbin seemed to not trust her to be quiet and it showed. He had stuffed her mouth with her panties before grabbing her leg he had let go of and pushed in further. Y/n watched his cock disappear inside of her. His cock stretched her open more than his fingers but it felt so good. She grabbed onto his arm again with her free hand as her eyes trained. Moaning into the fabric just as he pulled out to the tip.

Changbin met her eyes just before he slammed into her again. Her scream was muffled by her panties. Changbin watched her reaction as he thrusted up into her, it was slow and rough due to the position he had put them in. But he loved it just for admiring her body, all spread for him. Her sensitive pussy clenched around him with each thrust he dealt her. From what the others said, he knew she liked it a little faster, but he would get to that soon. Right now, he was content with giving her hard thrusts slowly.

Though soon enough he started understanding her whining for more. He pulled out and set her down on the ground. Her legs shook under her but Changbin kept a hold on her hips. Slowly he sank himself back into her. Y/n moaned as he sat in there then bent her over, pulling her arms behind her back and grabbing the back of her head to make her look in the mirror.

The grip he had on her hair made her dizzy before he started pounding into her again. More speed in the new position. Y/n desperately moaned against the fabric in her mouth.

“Gonna let Binnie fill up your little pussy? Carry my load around this fucking mall the rest of the day?” He asked behind her.

“Mhm!” Y/n replied, unable to give him a yes or a head nod but he understood. Especially as her walls were clenching around him.

Changbin smiled at her through the mirror and continued his pounding pace into her. Her walls pulsing around his thick cock till she finally clamped down and her second orgasm soaked his cock. Changbin twitched inside of her as she shook under him. Letting her ride out her orgasm on his dick as he got closer to his own high.

Snapping his hips into her one more time before he filled her up. He slowed his pace gradually as she milked him. Giving her every ounce of cum he had in him at the time. Y/n whined when he finally pulled out and pulled her upright. Changbin pulled her panties out of her mouth and slipped them back onto her body. Patting her hip and looking at her in the mirror. “Few more places and we can go home, ‘kay?”

“You expect me to walk after that?” Y/n asked as he grabbed her clothes and started dressing her.

“You’ve got me to lean on baby. Plus, I didn’t go that hard on you.”

“That wasn’t hard?”

“Show you more back home.”

Changbin fixed up the room and hung up the clothing before walking back out with her and having the associate package a few purses up for them before paying and sending a message to the group’s underlings to pick up the items.

They went to a few more boutiques and got a few more items before Changbin made true to his word and took her back to his part of the building to show her more like he promised. All the items they bought were dropped off at her place.

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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More Kissies and Workouts

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Reader

summary: Sweet shy little Y/n joins her new older boyfriend for one of his workouts, but can she keep up?

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Y/n peeked her head into the Gym room of their cabin, her new older boyfriend sat doing sit-ups, his veins popping and sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes closed in concentration, Y/n twinkled her way over unnoticed and sat on top of his lap. His lips surprisingly meeting hers once he sat back up, his tongue dancing out to meet hers in a filthy kiss, his thumb coming to wipe her wet chin as they broke apart. “Mmm Well this is a lovely surprise sugar, miss your man too much?” He asked licking his lips, which now tasted of her chapstick.

“mhmhm, ya left me alone on the bed” She pouted bouncing on his lap slightly, her face still puffy from her sleep, her hair still crazy. “Ya were tired after last night sugar, didn’t want ya fallin asleep today” He cooed nuzzling his nose against hers, his hands smoothing down the back of her hair, her hands fisting the bottom of his grey shirt; her body wearing his white vest and one of her cotton white panties.

“C-can I stay here with you? P-promise not to disturb you” She pouted kissing his neck and jaw, her fingers scratching his beard soothingly, his breath shuddering at the feeling of her lips on him. “Course baby, you stay right here on my lap alright? Don’t want you goin’ n’ hurtin’ yourself on any equipment”

Nodding excitedly she watched as his body laid back down and came back up every few seconds, her lips placing a kiss onto his every single time he reached her, a small giggle and wiggle escaping her every time he’d stay up a little longer and lick into her hot wet mouth. At one point Y/n found herself growing wet at each of his kisses, remembering the day they first properly made out on the park bench; that was only 3 months ago now.

The couple hadn’t done anything as far as sex yet, but there was definitely heavy petting with fingers and tongues all over. The night before today Henry had brought his precious woman to 6 orgasms in a row, her body spasming and twitching every few seconds until he kissed and lulled her to sleep with the use of his tongue on her lower set of swollen lips.

“What’re ya doin bunbun?” He asked quirking a brow while laying back down again, feeling her hips roll against his slowly yet desperately, her fingers holding her underwear to the side as she humped his crotch. “M-missed you when I woke up Hen, n-need you alla time beside me” She whimpered looking at him once he sat back up, his hands on her hips as he slowly guided her hips against him; he himself growing hard at the feeling of her wetness leaking into his gym shorts.

“Missed you too angel, but isn’t your pretty pussy tired after last night, worked her hard I did” He whispered using his thumb to rub soft delicate circles onto her button, soft breaths and gasps leaving her as she held onto his shoulders, her forehead leaning against his lovingly. “B-but love you do much n-n’ I n-need you” She whispered leaning her head up to press her lips against his, his lips placing hundreds of tiny kisses on hers making her groan.

“Stoppp Hennn, jus’ wan’ a long kissy, ya always do this” She whined kicking her legs a little, stopping when he gave her that look of his, instead patiently sitting there with her lips puckered out waiting; within seconds their tongues were mingling out in the open, her hips had once against started their movements along with Henry’s soft rubbing.

Henry then shifted her up further, letting her grind her pussy straight onto his bulge, both of them breathing deeply at the thin fabric separating them both. “M’close H-hen, c-can feel it here” She moaned placing his hand on her lower stomach, his lips pulling into a cocky grin as he kissed get cheek and nose. He always loved how sensitive she got from one touch of his.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby, you’re doin’ so good for me, you can let go honey, wanna see you cum” He whispered cupping her face, her lips held under her teeth as her hands held onto his thighs as she ground herself harder against him, his cock cumming first in his shorts. The white juice coming out through his shorts and creating a wet sound against Y/n’s pussy, strings of his cum connecting her pussy to his bulge.

“Look what ya did to me sugar, we made that mess, n’ I want ya to add to it honey” He chuckled watching her lick her lips and eyes go wide at the sight of his cum seeping through the fabric, “Come on, we’ve been playin’ house all week baby, don’t ya wanna be my sweet little housewife, sittin’ pretty and ready for me to love n’ play with? Havin’ cute babies, so ya can make me a daddy” He taunted knowing how much his dirty words got to her, he wasn’t shocked when she started shaking on his lap, his lap feeling warmer with her juices leaking onto his lap. Their cum creating a white sticky mess right on his lap.

“O-oops” She giggled feeling flustered, her nipples pebbling against the thin white vest she had on, her cheeks feeling hot as Henry kissed softly, his own chuckles causing them to breakaway from the kiss. “Might havta workout with you alla time baby, pick you up and carry ya around with me everywhere” He growled leaning over and getting his towel, lightly dabbing at the mess in his lap as he sat her on the workout bench. Stopping in his tracks when he saw what her hands were doing.

Y/n’s urges had gotten to the best of her, she wanted more and she would get more. Her hands stopped his and instead she dipped her fingers into his cum and brought it to her naked pussy, making shy eye contact with him as she fingered herself with it and massaged it all around her hold. “God baby you’re so dirty, my dirty girl aren’t ya” He taunted leaning forward and kissing her hungrily, causing her to yelp and squeal happily, his body standing up with her in his arms.

“W-where ya takin’ me?”

“Ohohoho we are doin’ press ups baby, but you’re gonna be my reward aren’t ya sugar?” He chuckled setting her down onto his purple mat, her legs spread wide open as he got into the plank position. As he leant down for the press up, he placed a passionate kiss right onto her clit, a smirk on his face as he felt her jolt and gasp at the sensation. “1”

He bent down again and this time kissed the set of lips passionately, her wetness coating his lips as he came back up and winked at her, “2” Her toes curling at each sensation, gasps at every single kiss he laid on her tingling treasure. “H-how many are ya gonna do bear?” She asked slightly scared of his answer, he knew how sensitive she got after an orgasm, it was only a matter of time before her specialty would arrive.

“As many as it takes for the water fountain bunbun” He smirked leaning back down, this time tongue kissing her pussy, spitting onto it before coming back up again, “3” Her hand gripped onto his messy mop of dark curls, even pushing his head down for his fourth press up. His mouth clamping onto her, his nose nudging her button as his tongue absolutely ravaged her, his eye-widening strength keeping his plank stable.

“H-Hen if you k-keep t-that up m’gonna-“

“Give it to me sugar, gon’ drink you up like that beer ya always get for me”

“F-frick o-oh Sh- I-it’s coming!” She squealed leaning back onto the mat, her body shaking like a broken faucet, her pussy squirting right onto Henry’s mouth and face like a bottle; his deep chuckles mixing with the sounds of slurping and her moans. The mat below now turning a darker shade with how wet she got, her legs sore and tired as she felt Henry place light feather like kisses on her sensitive centre and her inner thighs. His face nuzzling into her pillowy thighs as he looked up at her with a dark look in his eyes, those of a predator, “You’re amazin’ sugar, gonna keep you up ‘ere with me forever, ya’d like that wouldn’t ya? Keep ya in my bed, in my kitchen and in my cabin; keep ya full of me so ya remember who you belong to”

Y/n simply nodded, dazed as she watched Henry squirt his water bottle on his face and get his extra towel from the side, his body crawling to hover over hers, “c-couch, please” She whimpered holding onto him as he stood up and carried her down the long hallway to the living room, tucking her in with her pink weighted blanket, even calling Marly her cat over to snuggle in with her. Henry quickly changed and showered off, not wanting to leave her waiting for so long.

Henry then made up some freshly squeezed orange juice, his heart hammering hearing her soft giggles from the other room, her favourite boxset series playing while she cuddled Marly softly, the tiny little cat being held like a baby as Y/n talked to her like one.

“Mommy loves you so much, you’re so darn cuddly, rrgg” She groaned nuzzling her face into the snow like fur, her smile widening even more when her grumpy Lumberjack came into view with her own personalised pink cup full of orange juice. “L-look marmar, it’s daddy Henry, he loves you too, Dontcha Hen?” Y/n beamed holding up the small kitten to Henry who scowled, but that scowl quickly disappeared when he saw the bright smile on his girlfriend’s face, his big burly arms taking the tiny thing into his arms while his woman drank the delicious juice.

“I guess she is like a baby” Henry grumbled slipping in beside his shorter girlfriend, the tiny cat slowly falling asleep in his huge arms, contrasting the mean grump look on his face. “she’s our little baby Marly, Hen” Y/n giggled leaning up and kissing his cheek sweetly, wrapping her arms around his bicep before leaning her head on it, both of them watching her show for the rest of the Sunday morning.

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lemonlover1110 · 2 years ago

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She’s Everything. He’s Just Ken.

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Summary: Kento is a stay-at-home husband for a wife who seems to have multiple jobs

Warnings: Pure Fluff

*just a drabble, and if you couldn’t tell I’m very excited for the barbie movie

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The moment Kento got married, his wife assured him that she’d be able to handle all the costs of the house. Kento never really got to know her job, and it seemed like she was job hopping from time to time. Sometimes he thought she was a doctor, and other times he swore he saw her wearing an astronaut suit.

Either way, Kento never really worried because his wife managed to pay for everything. And now he’s like a trophy husband, which he doesn’t mind. He gets to sit back and relax while his wife pays for everything. But of course, he has to make sure everything is ready for his wife.

“Blissa, get down from the fridge.” Kento lectures the cat, however, she stays in her place. Kento tries to get her to come down, but he fails. He’s not going to get on top of the counter to get her to come down– But he ends up getting on top of the counter to pick her up and bring her down to the floor. He has nothing better to do anyway. She ends up going elsewhere, probably to the living room to scratch the couch.

“Stupid cat.” He mutters, although he adores that cat more than anything. Blissa is what keeps him company while his wife is out working some thrilling and exciting job. He looks for the recipe book to start making a cake, since he has nothing else to do. He already cleaned, did laundry, organized everything– He can’t think of anything else he could do.

“Kento! I’m home!” You yell, and he stops looking for the recipe book and walks to the front door. He greets you with open arms, and you run to hug him and kiss him. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, honey.” He responds as he takes your purse from your hands and puts it away. “How was work?”

“Work was great.” You answer. “What about you?”

“Everything is great…” He says, knowing he hasn’t done much while you’re probably out there saving the world. “I was about to make a cake, do you want to join me?”

“Sure.” You smile and you follow him to the kitchen. He begins to look for the recipe book while you wash your hands. He finds the recipe book and turns to the right page, and you begin to bake.

It becomes too much for you quickly. You instead end up sitting down on the kitchen island as you watch your husband do all the baking. You cheer him on and he just laughs. “So what were you doing at your job today?”

“You know.. This and that.” You respond, watching your husband crack two eggs into the pink bowl. “Just a little flying and—“

“Flying?” Kento interrupts and you furrow your eyebrows before nodding in response. “What do you do, honey? I thought you were a doctor.”

“I’m a pilot, baby. I thought you knew that.” You nonchalantly answer, as if it’s something so logical. He doesn’t understand how you’re here now. Maybe it just wasn’t a long flight. You were gone a reasonable amount of hours, so Kento tries to make sense of it all.

He pecks your lips and mutters an apology, and you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him into a more heated kiss. As much as he doesn’t want to pull away, he still has to finish baking a cake for you. You’ll continue later. He tries to turn away so you won’t see his pink cheeks.

“Did you say hi to Blissa?” Kento questions and you shake your head. You begin to call for her,

“Tsk tsk tsk, come here kitty.” You say as you pat the space next to you on the island. It lets Kento know why Blissa is always climbing the counters. Blissa ends up climbing the counter, and Kento doesn’t say anything because in the end, you pay for everything. Although he does side-eye as you pet the cat.

“I’m thinking about quitting my job.” You share while Blissa purrs under your hand.

“And doing what?” He asks as he looks for a container for the cake.

“Becoming an envelope licker.” You answer, making Kento hold back a laugh. He stops looking for a container and walks towards you. He cups your face before pecking your lips.

“This is why I love you, honey.”

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number1mingyustan · 1 year ago

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- Cuffing Season-

Your Impact

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, size kink, switch!reader, switch!gyu, dom!reader, sub!gyu (he just has a hard time admitting it), unprotected sex (riding), light bondage, scratching, kissing, cursing, pet names, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, lowkey brat taming

Summary: Mingyu would actually do anything for you

Word Count: 2.8k

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(a/n: i don’t usually write the dudes being submissive but idk i kinda love it now 💃🏽)

“You know that boy is totally whipped for you right?” Your friend Mai says.

You and Mingyu are currently hosting a barbecue with some friends. Mingyu has finally gotten things better with the company, so he's not working as much. He doesn't have to go in for work at all today, and he figured he'd spend it with the people he loves.

He insisted on hosting and almost went out a bought a new grill just for it.

"What?" You say, turning your head to look at her.

"Mingyu... I'm sure he'd do anything for you. I've never seen a man look at a woman the way he looks at you," she says, eyes locked on the

Mingyu stands in your backyard with a beer in hand. He's wearing a black muscle tee and conversing with some friends. He looks so good even when he's not trying.

He notices you staring and turns his head the slightest bit to your direction before shooting you a wink. Your face grows hot. Even though it's nearly four years into your relationship, he still makes you nervous.

There's truth to her words. Mingyu has never shied away from showing you how much he loves you. Even earlier this week when he was two steps away from buying the pointless new grill, all you had to do was tell him you didn't need it and he listened to you.

"He'd only do anything for me because he knows I'm right," you joke back.

You laugh, but truthfully her words have got you thinking.

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"You okay baby?" Mingyu asks as he brings the last tray of food inside. "You've been quiet lately."

All your guests are gone and it's back to you and him. You're standing at the sink washing some of the leftover dishes.

"Yeah," you give him a small smile. "Just a little tired."

Lie. You're not tired at all, you've just got something on mind that you can't shake. It's what Mai said earlier in the backyard.

"Mingyu... I'm sure he'd do anything for you"

Anything.

Anything entails a lot, and it's got you thinking all kinds of thoughts. There are a number of things that have crossed your mind, but you've never been confident enough to think he'd actually go along with it.

"Well I'll finish cleaning up and you can go upstairs okay? Get some rest baby," he places his hand on your arm gently.

"You don't have to–"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off. "Mostly everything is cleaned up already. It's no worry."

He kisses your cheek and sends you on your way upstairs. But rest is still the last thing on your mind and you've already got an idea brewing in your head.

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When Mingyu enters your shared bedroom upstairs, you're nowhere to be found. He strips himself down to his underwear before sitting down on the bed.

The door is closed, but he notices the light is on in the bathroom connected to your room.

And moments later, you walk out in one of his t-shirts.

"There you are," he says, large hands pulling you over to him by the waist.

"Gyu," you say. "You'd do anything for me right?"

"Of course baby, what's this about?" he asks, voice laced with worry.

"Like anything anything," you clarify.

"Yeah baby, what is it?"

"I was just thinking you know... I wanna be in charge tonight. Let me tie you up," you suggest.

Mingyu blinks a few times in disbelief. He'd actually started to worry and you're just horny. He crosses his arms.

"What are you on about?" he asks.

"I just wanna be in charge for once," you inform him.

"I let you be in charge on your birthday every year baby," he sighs.

"I know... and it's my favorite day of the year."

He groans. "Baby..."

"Please? You said you'd do anything for me," you remind him.

"Yeah but I didn't think you meant–"

"C'mon baby..." You pout, pulling off his t-shirt. It revelas the lacy red set you were hiding underneath. It distracts Mingyu for a moment too. He loses his mind any time you wear red. Especially this set. "You love me, and you said anything"

"C'mon Gyu, I know you're not gonna pass up an opportunity to fuck me. I'm even wearing your favorite set." you say.

"I never said all that," he raises an eyebrow.

"Well... then we're not fucking unless I'm in charge," you say.

"You don't mean that," he frowns.

"And if I did?" You ask, pushing him down on the bed so his back meets the sheets.

"You're so cruel," he sighs.

"And your ego is fragile," you say.

"No it's not," he grumbles.

"Yes it is baby, your ego is the only thing getting in the way," you push your hips down against his. "You want this so bad. I can feel it."

"Not true"

"But you're already so hard, Gyu," you smirk.

"So what?"

"You're into this"

" 'M not," he lies.

"You are!"

"No... you're practically naked and sitting on my lap, of course I'm turned on," he defends.

"So you're not even the slightest bit into the idea?" you ask, subtly pulling out a silky rope.

"No," he lies.

"Not even a little bit?" you ask as you begin tying his hands above his head.

"No"

"So then why'd you just let me tie a pretty bow with your hands?" you grin.

"You're just sneaky..." he groans.

"True," you say with a smirk. You reach around yourself, unclipping your bra and allowing it to fall. "But you could've stopped me, and you didn't."

This time, he doesn't even bother responding. His eyes are scanning your body shamelessly. He's fucking throbbing in his underwear. There's already precum drooling through the material.

He can say he's not into it all he wants, but his body tells a different story.

You're nearly satisfied with yourself. You've got your big, strong boyfriend tied up nearly about to cum untouched in his underwear. Someone so large and dominant like Mingyu in a position like this? It swells your ego. All you have to do now is get him to submit to you.

You begin leaving wet kissing along his skin, starting at his neck and making your way down toward his V-line. Your hand finds its way to his very prominent bulge, slowly palming him through his underwear.

"You're so hot... fuck," he moans.

You grin, pulling his underwear down and allowing his cock to spring up and rest against his stomach. "Glad to see you're finally giving in."

" 'M not," he protests. "I called you hot, didn't say anything about being your little bitch boy."

"Oh but you are my little bitch boy," you smirk.

Before he can get another word out, you're wrapping your lips around his cock. You take his entire length in your mouth, allowing his tip to hit the back of is throat before withdrawing your mouth completely and leaving him squirming.

"Fuck's sake," he groans.

"Such a pretty cock," you say, swiping your thumb across the tip. He lets out a hiss. " 'S big and pretty Gyu... just like you.

"D-Don't say stuff like that," he whines.

"Why? Scared you might like it too much?" you bite down on your bottom lip.

"No... it just doesn't suit me," he pouts.

"You don't think you're pretty?" you tilt your head to the side.

"You're the pretty one," he compliments.

You grin. "Thank you baby." You press a quick kiss on his lips. "You're pretty too though. So pretty and big, I love it. I only say it cuz I mean it."

He groans.

You lick your lips before sliding your damp panties down your thighs. Once they're off, you're quick to toss them onto Mingyu's face with a giggle.

"Baby girl..." he groans.

He tugs on his restraints, but it does nothing.

"Feel how wet they are?" you ask.

"Uh huh. Just for me?"

"Yeah Gyu, only pretty little bitch boys get me that wet," you giggle. “Gonna gag you with those next time.” You toss your panties onto the floor somewhere. “But for now… I wanna hear you. Gonna make you my bitch. Have you moaning and crying for me.”

He groans again, cock throbbing at your words. Much like Mingyu, you too have started to grow a little impatient. You lift your hips, holding his cock against your slit.

"You want it?" you ask.

He nods.

"Use your words Gyu," you tell him.

"Yes," he says.

"Good boy"

He doesn't have time to comment on the pet name because you're already sinking down on his cock. He can feel the stretch of your cunt accommodating to his length.

And fuck, it feels so good.

You're fucking him like a mad woman, circling your hips and bouncing on his cock. His tip is nestled deep inside of you, pushing in further and further with each bounce of your hips.

"Holy shit," he moans.

Your hands grip his shoulders for support.

"Love it when you ride me," he admits, tilting his head back.

"Yeah?" you smirk. "You should let me do it more often."

"Nu uh," he protests.

"How come?" you pout.

"Don't wanna," he strangles out.

"Don't wanna what, huh? Don't wanna watch my tits bounce in your face? Don't wanna stretch me out while I'm on your lap? Don't wanna Fill me up without doing any of the work? What is it Gyu?"

"Fuck you're driving me crazy," he groans.

"Your cock is so big Gyu... swear it was fucking made for me," you moan. "Always stretch me open so good"

Just when he thinks it can't get any better, the rhythm of your hips changes. You're circling your hips differently and it feels incredible.

You're spelling your fucking name on his cock.

"You're mine," you breathe out. "Say it Gyu."

"You're mine," he groans out.

"Nu uh," you stop moving, planting yourself on his cock.

He groans, tipping his head against your shoulder. "Fuck... please keep going."

"Say it Gyu," you tell him.

He groans again against your shoulder. "Don't do this to me."

"C'mon Gyu, 's two words. It's not that hard, I promise." You say.

"Fuck me..."

"I will baby, just say it first. I promise. You know I don't break my promises," You assure him.

"Fuck," he groans again. " 'M yours, I'm fucking yours baby”

"Good boy," you start bouncing again, picking up in speed.

"Don't say that..."

"Why? Scared you might cum too soon?" you tease.

He moans out in response. Being completely honest, you were right. He could already feel how close he was, dangerously close. Your stamina has never been this good and he's mentally cursing himself because if you don't stop soon, he'll cum before you.

But you're just as needy as him. You won't stop any time soon. Matter of fact, this position is perfect. It allows you to press your clit against his pubic bone, providing you with another layer of friction. You're in a blissful state, feeling every stretch of his cock and thoroughly enjoying your ride.

"C'mon baby... you can't tap out on me now," you tease. Mingyu is fucking losing it. Every time you move, you're reminding him that you're the only one who can fuck him like this. He feels like his balls are gonna burst, the feeling intensifying every time your ass slams down against him.

" 'M going dizzy holy fuck–" he moans out. "You're fucking crazy."

"I know baby... your big cock just makes me crazy. Feels so fucking good, I'm so lucky." you moan.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly. You're bouncing on his cock faster and he's really lost it.

"There we go. Cum for me baby," you encourage, each roll of your hips pulling more out of him.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Slow down!" he cries out.

"Nu uh, you've already been difficult enough. Take it." you demand.

"It's too much!" he cries out. " 'S too much! P-please."

He can't stop it from happening. His cock is throbbing inside of you and you're just not stopping. He's pumping a huge load inside of you and his cock is so sensitive.

He can't take it. You're really not stopping either. Your thighs are sore and your body is begging you for a break. But you're too determined, heart set on overstimulating your big stubborn boyfriend until you cum.

"Hurts... it hurts," he rasps. "Fuck y/n it's too much."

He's restless beneath you, desperately tugging on his restraints to no avail. In his efforts to break free, he's pushing his hips up, fucking himself into you deeper and overstimulating himself more.

Mingyu has never expereinced this feeling. Never felt anything remotely close to this in his life. Overstimulated to this extent and submissive? You are a different kind of woman. As much as he wants to say he hates it, he fucking loves it.

If he was going to do anything for you before, he'd do anything times 10 right now. He loves you so fucking much. He's so lucky to have you. You're like a goddess to him.

You grab his face, holding him by the chin and forcing him to focus on you. "Look at me."

When his eyes meet yours, that's how you know you're broken him. A fucking tear falls from his eyes. One... then two... then three. He's fucking crying. You got your 6'2 dominant CEO to cry over your pussy.

"Fucking take it Mingyu," you growl. "You hear me?"

And then he fucking whimpers. He nods weakly, obeying and fully submitting to you.

Holy shit you're so hot. Mingyu feels pathetic right now but it's turning him on so fucking much. He never knew you had this side to you and he fucking loves it. He wants this experience tattooed onto his brain.

His eyes are still shining from the hot tears spilling. "Wasn't so hard now was it?"

All he can manage is a head shake. His cock is still throbbing inside of you, it stings in the best way possible. He can feel his body going numb. Each bounce goes straight from his cock to his head, making him feel like he might even pass out. But he doesn't want to stop.

You're scratching at his chest as you feel yourself growing closer to the edge. The pain only adds to the pleasure.

"Oh fuck! You're so hot Gyu, cock feels so good. I'm gonna cum!" You cry out. "You wanna make me cum? Huh baby?"

He manages a weak nod before you untie his restraints. He wraps his arms around your back with the little strength he has left. The closer contact allows you to rub your clit against deliciously.

"Go ahead baby, fuck me how you've wanted to this whole time," you rasp.

With his hands on your hips instantly, he tilts his head back, fucking his hips up into you desperately. His thrusts are so sloppy, but you're both so sensitive it feels to be hitting just right. He can feel his own cum dripping down his cock and he's beyond overstimulated. He can't stop fucking into you even though he's so sensitive. It feels so fucking good.

Mingyu's vision goes white momentarily when you cum. It brings a second orgasm out of his that he didn't know was possible. You squeeze around him too good, completely milking him dry of everything. Your body convulses on top of his as the blissful feeling takes over.

You've never cum this hard. And once you do, your body finally gives out, collapsing on Mingyu. You're both breathing heavily as your bodies reach exhaustion.

"Fuck..." he rasps. "You gotta hop off baby. 'M so sensitive."

You give him a weak nod before lifting yourself off of him with shaky legs and falling next to him on the bed. His cock is still semi-hard, throbbing and red.

"Where the hell did that come from?" he asks suddenly.

You lick your lips. "I've always wanted to be in charge."

"You've never put it on me like that on your birthday," he pants. "You're fucking crazy."

"Yeah," you smirk and grab his cock suddenly. He lets out a loud his and jerks back. "But you loved it."

"Fuck! Okay okay... maybe I liked it a little bit," he finally admits.

You press a quick kiss on his lips. "I know."

You swipe your thumb across his damp cheeks. "Can't believe you cried."

He weakly pushes your hand away. "Shut up."

"You big baby," you tease.

"Stop it. You're not allowing to bring that up. Ever."

You grin.

"I'm serious."

"Okay you big baby."

"Stop it!" He reaches his arms out, pulling your sweaty body closer to his.

You lay there for a moment together. It's nice, being in his arms like this. But your body is tired and you're starting to feel sleepy but you haven't showered yet.

"Gyu."

"Hmm?"

"We have to shower."

"No we don't."

"We do. We're all sweaty and gross."

"Baby..."

"C'mon, we can go to bed right after I promise."

"Okay... only cuz I know you don't break your promises."

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arcadia-of-pluto · 3 months ago

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Twist of Fate; Chapter Six

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word Count; 3,108

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Rating; 18+ for swearing and some mature context

Notes; It's finally ToF weekend! I'll be posting chapters six through eight around today and tomorrow. Six and seven are very Xavier-centric chapters and from eight to like sixteen, it's Sylus! I wish I included Rafayel and Zayne more since it feels unfair to them, but I'll try to include them more in future chapters. Also, a small warning for sexual tension in this chapter (it's not much, but if you squint-)

Also, I'm going to plug my "ideas for the future" post at y'all for the next few chapters, if y'all don't mind!

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Bright and early the next morning, you scoop the little orange cat up in your arms and head upstairs to Xavier's apartment, hoping to surprise him with the little guy. You let out a yawn, closing your eyes as you step out onto his floor before running into a wall? No, a firm chest.

You look up and immediately smile. “Hey Xavi!” You wave at him with the kitty's little white mitten.

“You're cheerful this morning.” Xavier comments, surprisingly not looking tired for once. “Who's this? Did you get Estelle a friend?” To which you shake your head and smile up at him. “Remember how you said you might want a cat? Well…I found this little guy when I went to Hat Island and I couldn't just leave him there. Will you take him?” You pout, holding your face close to the kitty's.

The silvery blond haired man thinks for a moment before pausing, “Did you go to Hat Island by yourself?”

“Is that what you're worried about?” You laugh and shake your head, “No, it's a part of my plan to get into the N109 Zone. I went with a friend. So…the kitty. Will you keep him?” “I…” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair, “I can't say no to you.” He scoops the kitty into his arms before commenting, “He seems a bit young. Did you come up with a name for him?” “He's your cat, Xavi. I didn't want to name him for you,” You talk with your hands, unsure if you can come up with a fitting name. “Come up with one.”

“Ah…you're kind of putting me on the spot.” You click your tongue, rubbing the back of your neck as you think. “Uh…Tangerine? We can call him Tango for short or actually…” A smile tugs at your lips, “Leonardo da Meowci. Let's do that one and we can call him Leo. His full name can be a secret between us.” You lean forward to scratch under Leo's chin and Xavier bends down to gently bump his forehead against yours. “Where's my chin scratches?”

You're a tad caught off guard with how close he is. His soft blue eyes were shaped like crescent moons as he smiled, that damn smile. He just looks so…soft and endearing. “Oh alright.” You laugh to yourself, scratching under his chin. Your thumb dragging across the skin of his chin as you drop your hand back to your side. “So…Leo is alright?” You try to look as innocent as possible and tilt your head to the side. “Oh also we could go shopping for a bed for him, some bowls, and some food later?”

“Oh.” Xavier shakes himself out of his daze, his cheeks slightly redder than usual. “Yeah sure, text me and I'll meet you at the pet store. I've got a few things I need to do today.”

“What a coincidence! So do I.” You say before walking back to the elevator. “See you later, Xav.”

You plan on scoping out the Nest today but you're definitely not going in your Hunter's uniform. From what you remember, the original main character went to scope out the Nest in uniform with her watch on display and everything which was honestly a bad idea. Sure, she wanted to act as bait but she was just looking for trouble doing that. You get changed into a black long sleeve with a pale pink, denim skirt and you slide on your hunter's boots as you walk out the door. “I'll see you later, Estelle!”

When getting changed, you noticed your wardrobe really was only filled with outfits from the game. You only had five pairs of shoes and most of your outfits were paired with your black hunter’s boots. Though you weren't too upset about it since the main character did have good style.

Before you go to check out the Nest, you stop by Akso Hospital. You haven't heard much from Zayne at all, besides reminders of upcoming appointments and today was no different.

“Hey there Yvonne! Is Zayne in his office?” You greet the woman standing behind the counter and she nods, “Yep, he might be a bit tired though. He just got out of a major surgery.” She passes the sign-in clipboard over to you and you quickly write your name down. “I won't take too much of his time.” You say, heading toward his office and knocking on the door.

“Come in.” You hear him, his voice sounding more muted than normal and you step inside, shutting the door behind you. “Hey Zayne, you doing alright?” You ask, taking a seat in front of his desk. “I didn't realize you were a therapist today, Y/n.” He comments, looking over at you as he pulls up your paperwork. “Come closer, I can't use the stethoscope with you all the way across the room.” His tone was light and airy.

You stand up and walk around the desk. “So do I just stand here-” Zayne sighs, grabbing your wrist to tug you into his lap. “Relax, I'm just doing a routine checkup.” He places the stethoscope against your chest, instructing you to take a deep breath and then to breathe out. He does this a few more times as he moves around. “Everything sounds alright, but your heart is beating faster than usual.”

“I wonder why.” You roll your eyes, leaning your shoulder against his chest. “Is that all you needed for today?” “No. Tell me how your health has been lately. Any heart palpitations? Not being able to sleep? Sleeping too long…stuff like that.” He says, taking his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose. “Hmm, I think everything's been alright? I've been able to sleep just fine. Just a few nightmares here and there. I got a cat a few weeks ago though so she could be why I feel so great.” You ramble, understanding that even if Zayne doesn't show it, he is bothered by whatever happened during the surgery and he wants his mind off of it.

“Oh, a cat? I should come by your apartment to greet her sometime. Tell me about her.” His voice was sounding softer by the minute.

“Estelle. It means star. She's a silver tabby maincoon so she's a big, fluffy cat. She's apparently four years old and she has a prosthetic arm though you can't even tell it's a prosthetic. She sleeps in the bed with me every night even though she has her own bed and wakes me up by trying to suffocate me with her big paws.” You rest your head against his chin as you lightly sway your feet. After a few moments of silence, you speak, “Are you feeling a bit better, Zayne?”

“Yes,” he clears his throat, looking away from you. “I appreciate it.” You stand up and spin around to smile at him, “Any time.” He catches you by the wrist as you try to leave. “Don't forget, your next appointment is in two weeks.”

“I won't forget.” You say with a small smile, unable to smile any wider than that because, while you won't forget, you can't promise you'll make the appointment. You know you'll be deep within the N109 Zone in two more days. “See you then, Zayne.”

A few hours later, after wandering through the city and buying a few cat items and then hanging them onto Xavier's door handle, you're ready to head to the Nest. Though you have to pull it up on gps since you're walking there as you don't exactly like to drive. Your hunter's bike is practically covered in dust since you haven't touched it in the past two months.

You walk through Azure Square, a picturesque fountain with people standing around it and taking pictures of the pink sky. Then there's the Nest. A building with a neon light displaying the name and, honestly, it just looks like your average bar but you knew otherwise.

You step inside, finally turning off your gps and you're only able to look around for a moment before a figure walks up to you. “Xavi-” you don't even get the chance to act confused as the man says, “Follow me.” He gently tugs you outside, near the fountain. “What're you doing here?” He asks, running a hand through his hair and you frown, tilting your head to the side, “I told you I had a plan for getting into the Nest. I need to find-” “I know, an aether core. Your only chance of getting one of those is…the illegal protocore auction in the N109 Zone.” Xavier then pauses as he notices a few of the OTTO patrol bots hovering around us.

“Are they here for you?” You groan. Why is everyone around you being hunted down with a bounty over their heads? Zayne, you're literally one of the only sane ones here. “Resonate with me,” Xavier whispers, grabbing your hand and placing it over his chest. You sigh, fingers twitching at the feeling of warmth over his shirt, “Fine.” Resonating comes easy to you now, you don't even need to intently focus anymore. The fountain suddenly erupts in a shower of light, dazzling onlookers but you notice a few thin pieces of light that shoot out, disguised by the water, and take down each circular robot. Most of the robots land in the nearby bushes, but Xavier kicks the last one into the fountain.

“Problem solved.” He drops his hand to your wrist, “Now let's go.”

After a few minutes of standing around, a light gathers around you both and without warning, you're suddenly in front of a quaint flower shop with all kinds of flowers and plants decorating the front. You notice the sign isn't set to open or closed and your eyes scan up to the name of the shop. Philo. You don't have a single moment to ponder on that as Xavier drags you into the shop.

“Xavier, how many times do I have to tell you- oh.” A man with curly brown hair pauses mid rant, his eyes slightly widening as they land on you. “Long time no- uh I mean, Welcome to Philo. I'm Jeremiah.” You raise a brow, trying to act confused at the sudden, almost warm greeting, even though you knew the reason why. Then, you look back over at Xavier.

“Are there any unused identities in the vault?” Xavier asks. “She needs an identity to get into the N109 Zone, preferably someone with power who can't be messed with.”

“Oh alright, uhm, let me see.” Jeremiah says and suddenly a hologram shows a picture of a woman in a red dress getting into a limo with bodyguards in suits behind her. “How about a spoiled, rich heiress?”

“Hmm..it needs to be something more.” Xavier holds his hand on his chin and Jeremiah nods, making a few adjustments and the woman's dress turns into a suit, the men behind her clearly have guns at their hip, and they're now wearing sunglasses. “How about the heiress to a mysterious crime syndicate? I think your scar would really help the story and…for the last name, we can just use yours so you can keep your story straight. Here, I'll be right back. I need to make the L/n family crest that you can wear so anyone who sees it knows not to mess with you.” Suddenly stricken with inspiration, Jeremiah leaves the room.

Xavier sits down in a chair and leans back as if he's been busy all day, which you know he has.

“So…you seem to have connections in some awfully high places. Are you sure you're just a normal hunter?” You ask, raising a brow as you turn to look at him. “I'm…just a normal hunter.” He says, holding his hands up, and you shake your head, putting a hand on your hip, “Just a hunter? Can you repeat what you just said?”

“...” Xavier sighs, going silent for a moment, turning away from you to pick up a spray bottle filled with water and absentmindedly sprays the plants nearby.

“Hey, you're not looking me in the eyes.” You walk closer, taking the bottle from him and you hold it up to his forehead like it's a gun. “You're…too close.” He smiles softly, gently touching your forehead to push you back, “also you're not intimidating…at least not intimidating enough.” “Huh, what do you mean?” You scoff with an offended pout on your lips. “You're being too polite. You won't be able to take control of any situation with the way you're acting. Anyone who has made a name for themselves in the N109 Zone wouldn't be a pushover and they'd know how to throw their status around.”

Xavier suddenly rises up from the chair and walks forward, effectively making you walk backwards until your legs hit a table and you can't move back any further. “As the next leader of a crime syndicate, you should at least act tough. Don't let anyone easily spot your weaknesses, talk down to everyone. Otherwise, you might end up as a lamb at an auction swarming with wolves. You'll be killed in the blink of an eye. The arrogant ones always look down on people.” He tilts your chin up with a finger. “Don't say thank you or please, don't apologize, don't have hesitation in your voice. Say what you want with conviction, the people in the N109 Zone always let their desires guide their actions.”

“What if someone challenges me? Or what if they doubt me?” You keep your chin tilted up, doing your best to hold back a blush since this was a serious conversation. “Return the favour.” He whispers and you shove Xavier's shoulder, barely pushing the man back. “Like this?” You move a tad bit closer, maintaining eye contact with Xavier. “By the way…my neck is starting to hurt from looking up at you… Can you sit down?”

“Are you mixing personal feelings with business?” He raises a brow, not moving just yet. “Of course not. As you said, whatever I do is correct.” You put a hand on your hip and Xavier chuckles, “Alright..” He sits back down in his chair and you think it's all over, but he grabs your wrist and tugs you between his legs. “One more thing, it's very important.”

You lean forward, your foreheads touching as he continues, “Don't provoke people who have yet to show their whole hand.” The atmosphere becomes almost two times heavier, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears as your gut told you that you're in danger. Yet the only thing you could do was look into his eyes. He was seated and, yet at this very moment, the person standing isn't necessarily the one who has the upperhand.

“Did you catch all of that?” Xavier whispers, his eyes flickering down to your lips and you nod. “Don't do that. Speak.” He reprimands, nose brushing against yours. “Yes.” His lips just barely graze against yours, your eyes fluttering closed before you hear Jeremiah re enter the room.

“I'm done. Do you think this is enough? Uh-” He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the two of you but not lingering on you for a second. He quickly turns around to leave the room. “Whoops, sorry! Must've entered the wrong room.”

Xavier curses under his breath, ears tinted with red, as he steps away from you and pretends to fix his shirt collar. “Come back.” He crosses his arms over his chest and Jeremiah clears his throat while you look away from them both, trying to control your blush.

You smack your cheeks with your palms before turning back to face them. “That crest looks really pretty.” You point out and Jeremiah nods, “I've had this design for a while now. Just never had anything to put It on until now! Just wear this and everyone who sees it will know you're extremely important.”

“Just keep in mind that most people who approach you in the N109 Zone aren't going to be random people who just want to chat.” Xavier adds, his gaze trailing down your body. “Anyway, here's some more things to make it believable.” Jeremiah hands you a box of items and you thank him.

“You don't need to be so formal! I just never thought I'd be able to actually help you. It's so…” Jeremiah trails off, clearly reminiscing of an era you'd never be able to remember. If you were anyone else, it would be a little odd to see him so friendly, even though you've only known him for about an hour, but you know the reason why. Your vision of Jeremiah is cut short as Xavier moves to step in-between you. “As you can see he's very friendly.”

“Do you want to walk home together?” You ask, tilting your head to the side as you hoped he'd say yes so you could continue where you left off, but he shakes his head. “No, I'll probably get home late tonight.” You pout and nod, turning to leave before he catches you by the wrist. “Wait.” Xavier leans in close, and you feel a sharp prick on your earlobe before the pain quickly goes away. “What-” “It's a secret transmitter. Even if there's no signal, I'll be able to find you.”

“Thank you, by-” “Also,” he places a vial in your hand, “This is an inhibitor that'll make you temporarily immune to 98.7 percent of all toxins. Make sure to take it before you leave for the Nest.” “Now can I-” “oh and,” Xavier slides a thin, almost hairpin like object into your sleeve, “It's not too strong, just enough to take down an elephant. If you feel threatened, just jab the needle wherever you can reach.”

You laugh a bit. “You're like a mom worried about her child on their first field trip.” Just as you're about to leave once more, a bouquet of bluish pink flowers enters your vision. “What's this for? Is it some kind of weapon as well?” You ask, grabbing the bouquet with one hand as you hold the box Jeremiah gave you with the other.

“Do I…need a reason?” Xavier asks, suddenly pouting as he ponders over what reason he can give. “They just happened to blossom..so I sincerely hope you accept them.” He smiles at you, thumb brushing over your knuckles before he finally allows you to leave.

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maracujatangerine · 5 days ago

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Hi I'm thinking a normal amount about Absalom today! Snooty Good PetTM who still (at least in Brutus' nightmares) moves to shield the others. Could we maybe hear a little about him and Brutus interacting (do they get to interact??) or how they first met or their first impressions of each other or. Anything like that? I love they and your writing is always tasty. -@secretwhumplair

86. Introducing Pets

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

”Do you really want to put them together, love? I mean, Brutus can be a bit high-spirited, and he is quite a lot stronger than your pet.” Wayland Jones shook his head. “I don’t want anything to happen.”

“Ah, don’t worry so much, dear. That nice WRU consultant did recommend for them to get some alone time together to suss each other out. And…” Cecilia twirled around gracefully, making her red skirt swirl out around her. Playfully, she put her hands on his shoulders, reaching up to give him a light peck on the cheek. “… since we are going to live together now…” She beamed, and turned to continue onwards down the corridor. “…we can’t really keep them apart for ever. Besides, we’ll just give them a few minutes, how bad can it get?”

“Let’s try it. I left Brutus in the hallway.”

“And Absalom is in the bedroom. I’ll go and get him.” She went eagerly, heels clacking against the floor.

Brutus and Wayland arrived first. The black-haired guard dog obediently went to kneel on the floor next to the unlit fireplace. His casual attire of dark grey sweatpants and t-shirt matched in colour, but clashed in tone, with Wayland’s dark grey suit and white shirt.

“I really want this to work, so make sure that you don’t mess it up for me.” Wayland’s hash tone made Brutus flinch. “She likes her pet, so be sure that you are nice to it. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. In fact, I count on you to keep an eye on Absalom. Romantics are smart enough to get in all sorts of trouble, but stupid enough to not get out of it again.”

“Yes, Master.”

Soon, the door swung open and Cecilia entered, Absalom half a step behind. At his mistress order, the pet knelt on the other side of the fireplace. He was elegantly dressed in a light blue vest over a white shirt, matching blue trousers, and his wavy, brown hair tied at the nape of his neck with a brighter blue ribbon. His collar was soft, grey leather, in sharp contrast to the black, synthetic material around the guard dog’s neck.

“Absalom, this is Brutus.” Cecilia said, grinning at the formality of introducing the pets to one another. “Brutus, this is Absalom. We want you to get to know each other better, so we’ll give you a few moments to talk.”

Both Cecilia and Wayland went towards the door.

“Have fun, pets.” She smiled. Wayland caught Brutus’ eye and mouthed; ‘Behave’.

As the door fell shut behind them, both pets stared awkwardly at each other for a moment.

Then, Absalom rose gracefully to his feet. The small scar on his upper lip emphasised by his sneer.

“Well, well… look what the cat dragged in….” In an undertone he added. “Though of course it would have to have been a fairly large and weight-bearing cat.”

He danced quickly backwards when Brutus also came to his feet. “That was a bit of a joke.” The pet said quickly, blue eyes wide. Finding himself, he tilted his head and tried a winsome smile. “I’m not usually meeting guard dogs. You are very imposing close by, darling.”

Standing face to face, they were almost the same height, but Brutus’ muscular heft compared with Absalom’s lithe build made the guard dog probably twice as heavy. They watched each other warily. Then, Brutus broke the silence with a shrug and a smile.

“I’m not used to your sort either.” He admitted, and scratched his head. “Actually, Tte last time I saw a romantic was when we got an old one as bait. He was just running around like a headless chicken and Jazz almost crushed his head when he knocked him out.” He chuckled. “It was actually quite funny… he…” Brutus looked up and finally seemed to register that Absalom’s somewhat condescending smile had frozen and turned into something more resembling a rictus grin. “Eh… He was all right, though… or at least he survived.” He swallowed, and tried again. “I wouldn’t do that to you, though. My Master has told me to be nice with you.”

“Okay then.” Absalom went for a forced, chipper tone. “We’re going to live together, we need to get along.”

Brutus nodded and held out his hand. “Truce?” Absalom studied his face for a moment, hesitating. Intensely blue eyes searching dark brown.

Then, carefully, he reached out his thin, carefully manicured hand, and clasped the the guard dogs darker, larger hand in his own.

“Truce.”

Everything feels a bit dark and scary in the world at the moment. Especially when things feels like they are going the wrong way, I think it is really important to involve yourself with actually trying to improve things, preferably together with other people in the world out there.

It is, however, also important to keep your own spirits up, so I took this advice, and decided to make something today. I have been twisting and turning this wonderful ask by @secretwhumplair in my mind for a while, and it finally clicked together in a way I’m happy with. I was also inspired by this ask. Thank you so much for the ask, @secretwhumplair, I hope you’ll enjoy Brutus and Absalom’s first meeting! ❤️

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Girls Trip

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~7.7k

Summary: You meet some friends at the beach for a long weekend.

A/N: This is another Wanda jealousy fic, but also a fluff piece.

Warning: fluff, unwanted male attention, mentions of drug use/alcohol, jealousy, and suggestive content

When you’d told Wanda that you were going on a beach trip with some friends from vet school, she’d been excited for you. As usual, she’ll be busy with work and couldn’t go with you, but she wanted you to enjoy seeing your friends after so long. You’d been waiting for your time off from work for weeks, and you were excited to spend half of it with your friends and the other half at home with your wife. Although you usually weren’t a fan of traveling, especially by yourself, you were going to enjoy this trip and use it for some much-needed relaxation.

Boone sits up at the sound of you coming down the stairs two at a time, and he starts to wag his tail in excitement that matches yours. Wanda looks up from her phone to see you smiling widely at your dog as you scratch his head and neck.

“I’m going to miss you bud, so much!”

Boone whines and licks you frantically and you laugh before standing up to greet your wife. You’re smiling widely as you wrap an arm around the redhead and kiss her cheek. Wanda’s smiling as you move to sit down next to her, dropping your bag on the ground with a sigh.

“Don’t tell him, but I’m going to miss you more. I wish you could come with me.“

Wanda hums in response as she considers what it would be like to go to the beach with you and your friends. She always loved seeing you happy and you loved the beach. The water, the sunshine, and the ability to just walk for miles and always see something different. The only other place you liked more was the mountains. She would love to accompany you, but she couldn’t get away from work long enough to make it worthwhile.

“I’ll miss you too, detka, but you’ll have fun with your friends. I’ll be sure to take care of your baby.”

Wanda smiles as you kiss her hair and hug her tightly before reaching down to grab your bag. It was time for you to go to the airport and you didn’t want to be late. After kissing your wife one last time you start to leave the room for the front door.

“I wish you’d let me drive you.”

You’re shaking your head before Wanda can even stand up to follow you. As much as you would like to have more time with Wanda before you leave, it’s not a great use of her time driving for an hour when she’s so busy. You know she has something important happening today, and she needs to be nearby as it goes down. You’d reassured her that it was fine, but she still felt a little guilty. She wouldn’t see you for nearly 4 days, and she didn’t even get to drive you to the airport.

“Don’t worry about it, Wands. Bucky said he was happy to, and it gives me a chance to catch up with him.”

Wanda follows you to the front door to see that Bucky is already here and he’s waiting outside of his car staring at the sky. You smile at the sight of him and you reach down to pet your dog who’d followed you and Wanda.

“I’ll text or call you every day.”

Wanda nods as she hugs you tightly before opening the door so you can meet Bucky. She tells Boone to sit and he does but he whines as he watches you walk away.

“I’ll be waiting patiently for my jellyfish picture. “

You laugh before turning back around to face your wife with a wide smile. You’d told her jokingly the other day that you would send her so many pictures that she’d get annoyed; including anything from a street sign to a jellyfish.

“I’ll see you in a few days, Wands! Bye Boone!”

The flight was relatively short and by early afternoon you and your friends were already on the beach. In that time, Wanda had just been working, and since she wasn’t sure how long she’d be busy, she’d brought Boone with her. He’d spent most of the day with her and despite missing you, he’d enjoyed his time getting to see all of your friends.

“We’re not doing that.”

Your three friends from vet school that you’d met with for the long weekend were trying to convince you to go clubbing. You were already a little tired from the trip here and you were not really up for that tonight, but you were being out voted. You also happened to be the one who lived the closest so you didn’t have much to back up your ‘I’m tired’ claim.

“Oh, come on, Y/n, it will be fun! You don’t have to get a lap dance or anything, we’re just going for drinks. “

So that’s how you found yourself in a bustling club in downtown Miami with music too loud to think over, let alone hear your friends.

You check your phone briefly to make sure that you haven’t missed a call from Wanda, but she must have been really busy today because your text from earlier still hasn’t been answered.

“Y/n!”

Your friend near shouts at you to be heard over the music, and you jump slightly as she grabs your arm. The four of you move to a quieter corner of the club with your drinks before sitting down on the comfortable couches. You sigh as you take a sip of your cocktail, wanting to relax a little despite being slightly paranoid.

You realize that this is the first time in a long time that you’ve been out in public without someone watching you. You’d gotten so used to having Bucky around that you felt comfortable going anywhere regardless of the time or the place. At least to a degree.

Now that you were just with your friends in an unfamiliar place, you couldn’t help but be a little on guard. You had no idea how far Wanda’s influence reached beyond your city, but you found it hard to believe that someone here would recognize you. You stick to this belief as you address your friend who is a little tipsier than you, but not overly so.

“How’s married life? You know you could have invited her!”

She’d told you this already when she met you at the hotel, but you still smile before shaking your head and looking to the other two friends – your only other friends who knew who Wanda truly was. You’d told them because you could tell that her unexplainable absences had made them worried for you. Of course once they’d found out about her illegal activities they’d been worried for another reason, but you’d told them that was manageable. Wanda made sure to keep you away from her work as much as possible, and nothing too scary had happened to you.

“I did invite her, but she had a lot going on so she decided to skip this time. “

You finish your drink and watch as your friends just nod and frown at the idea of Wanda always being busy. In order to prevent what you’re sure might be a concerned question you look to the dance floor as you set down your empty glass.

“Do you want to dance?”

Wanda groans as she collapses on the couch in the living room as soon as she gets home. It’s nearly 11 o’clock and she and Boone had been out all day working. Your dog had enjoyed it more than she did, but now that she was home, she was going to shower and climb into bed. Rolling over so she’s on her back, she frowns at the thought of going upstairs to an empty bed. She hated it when you were gone. Despite being dead tired and certain that sleep would come easily, she’d toss and turn for a while trying to get used to not having your arms around her. She briefly considers letting Boone sleep in bed with her, but then she remembers how much dog hair she’ll have in her mouth when she wakes up.

Sighing as she stands from the couch to head upstairs, she looks to Boone who hasn’t moved from the carpet in the living room.

“Are you coming with me?”

When Boone doesn’t move, Wanda just sighs and decides to leave him be to do as he wants. He might wander up later, but most likely he’s just going to hang out here. As Wanda walks up the stairs, she hears her phone beep from her pocket and she stops at the top to see that you’ve texted her.

Miss you!

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Apparently, you had sent her a couple of texts and she just hadn’t seen the one from earlier. She feels bad about that but she’s more focused on the picture that you sent her. You and your friends are in a dimly lit room that Wanda deduces is a club given the drinks in your hands and the number of people visible in the background. She knows that Miami has a huge club scene and it would be ridiculous for her to assume you wouldn’t go to one while you were there.

Despite not being much of a drinker, Wanda knows that you will drink as much as you need to be relaxed and enjoy your time with your friends. That said, she trusts you to be smart and given that you’re not alone she’s not as worried. The willpower it took her to not ask Bucky to follow you around had been impressive, and she tries not to regret this as she texts you back.

Sounds like you’re having fun! Stay safe, love you.

The music and the fact that you’re dancing with your friends keeps you from feeling your phone vibrate. It’s almost 3 am and you four have been here for a while, drinking, talking and dancing the night away. At one point, Emily, your wildest friend for sure, had suggested trying to find some drugs but you’d just shook your head and laughed before telling her that both of your husbands would be furious.

Still, you found yourself leaving the dance floor and following your friend who wanted to try some of whatever she’d seen people tripping on. You were dubious and tried to dissuade her, but once she had it in her hands and you saw what it was you weren’t able to stop her.

“Are you sure you want to do that? It might not be…”

Too late.

You watch as you friend snorts a little and you just roll your eyes before grabbing her arm with a sigh. This is getting a little out of hand and it’s only the first night. You look for you other two friends to see them still dancing and you hurry back over to them.

“Come on, Em, let’s dance. You love this song!”

Luckily your friend listens to you and you both quickly rejoin your friends to dance to a song you haven’t heard since high school. You won’t find out until later that your friends requested this playlist for you. They knew how stressed you’d been recently and what better way to relax than to dance to hits that made you feel young again?

When they realized it was working, they had to resist the urge to take a video of you. You were really getting into it and you weren’t even that drunk which was usually a necessary precursor for you to dance like this. An hour of non-stop dancing later you and your friends return to the bar for a break. You’re all sweating but you’re enjoying yourself and continue to tap your foot to the music as you wait for your drink. It’s just a round of waters but the bar is crazy busy so you end up waiting for a bit for yours. Three are handed to you and while the fourth is being filled you hand the glasses to your friends.

“Alright, Stef, I admit that you were right. This was a good idea.”

Your friend smiles widely as she reaches out to hug you with a laugh. You grab her water before it can spill all over you, and you sip some before handing it back to her.

“I knew you’d have fun! Good for you. You work too hard!”

You’re about to comment when the song changes and you all nearly start screaming. It’s at this time that you catch onto what your friends must have done.

“You didn’t!? Go, go! I’ll be there in a second.”

You take everyone’s drinks and decide to finish them up as you watch your friends run back to the dance floor. You laugh in amusement at how they nearly trip over themselves, but you’re quickly distracted by a sudden presence. You frown when someone bumps into you and you have to hold back the sigh that threatens to pass your lips as you see who invaded your personal space.

“Hey there.”

You realize that you’re going to have to make a hasty exit, so you finish drinking before holding up your hand.

“Hey there, I’m married.”

He unsurprisingly seems put off by this and you have to resist the urge to laugh as you take a closer look at him. He’s wearing a shirt with way too may buttons undone and he’s got a gold crucifix necklace on that catches your eyes. He uncrosses his arms and leans against the bar and he looks to you with a wide smile.

“That’s fun, babe. I just wanted to ask if you’d like to dance. Your husband won’t mind.”

You’re not sure if it’s the loud music or the amount of alcohol that you smell on him that makes him ignore you completely, but you just decide to cut your losses and head over to your friends. You want to dance to at least some of this song. Em had started to record a video for her Instagram story to capture the fact everyone was dancing when she turns her phone toward the bar to look for you. Her camera falls on you just as you’re twisting a man’s arm and pinning it behind his back. She curses under her breath watching as the brunette cringes before you shove him away from you.

“You fucking bitch!”

“Go fuck yourself, dude.”

After dancing for a while longer you and your friends decide to call it a night. The music had changed at this point and despite it still being good it couldn’t beat the playlist your friends had given the DJ. You stand outside with your friends enjoying the cool early morning air as you wait for your ride to show up. The four of you are high from the adrenaline of staying up all night, and some of you still have alcohol or something else onboard. You glance at your friend Emily to see how she’s fairing from her single snort of cocaine, and she looks really happy. Kinda high.

“How are you feeling?”

The brunette just groans as she crawls into her bed next to yours after a short shower to clean the sweat and spilled drinks from her skin. You can’t help but laugh before nodding in understanding and turning your light off. You’d showered first and your hair was still a little damp as you and your friend went to bed at 6 in the morning. You had set your alarm for 12 so you could all make your lunch reservation at a place nearby. You reminded yourself of where the sunglasses you’d bought for the beach were before curling up to sleep. You left your phone on the bedside table and when it goes off with a text a few hours later, you’re too deep in sleep to hear it.

Wanda had woken up earlier than she’d planned, but she didn’t mind since it gave her some time to relax before getting started with her day. She fed the pets before walking Boone around the woods near the house for a bit. She then made herself a second cup of coffee and some breakfast before deciding to check in on you.

She looks through her messages not surprised to see that there’s nothing new from you. You’re probably still asleep despite it being close to 10 am there, so she goes to a different app instead. She’d only downloaded Instagram to follow your friends for this trip. She knew you didn’t have one since you didn’t like posting on social media at all, so you’d given her your friends’ names and their handles so she could follow your trip. Given the time difference, you both weren’t sure how often you could text, so you’d offered this as a solution for Wanda to still check in.

It's not until you wake up to a text from your wife that you realize this might have backfired.

Wanda’s looking through your friend Emily’s Instagram feed absentmindedly as she eats her breakfast. She glances between her phone, her plate, and the dog sitting at her feet every few seconds. When she comes across the most recent video of her still awake at 5am she realizes you and your friends had a very long night. The next video was taken from inside the club. As she plays it, she hears one of your favorite songs and she smiles. She can barely make out anyone in the large group dancing, but as the camera pans away from the crowd and towards the bar, Wanda frowns.

“What the fuck.”

You groan as you stretch out underneath the covers as your alarm goes off. You’re feeling surprisingly well-rested as you reach out for your phone to silence the alarm. You sit up with a yawn and look over to your friend who still appears dead to the world. You look to the curtains that are still drawn, but you can see sunlight peeking through them. It’s basically lunch time and you jump to your feet to get ready. You kinda shove your friend to wake her up as she’d asked you to yesterday. You’re sure she’s regretting it now as she just groans loudly in response.

“Come on, sleepyhead. Get up!”

You leave her for a few minutes as you run into the bathroom to wash your face and get ready to go out. You come back a few minutes later and are surprised to see that she’s awake despite not having left bed yet. She grumbles something that you don’t hear until you grab your phone to make sure its charged enough.

“Your phone kept beeping while you were gone.”

You realize quickly that it’s Wanda trying to get in touch with you. Her day has certainly started already, but that’s not what her texts are about.

What happened?

There’s a link to Instagram sent with this text and you open it quickly before watching something that Emily had posted. You don’t realize that it’s not just her dancing in the club until you reach the end of the video. You sigh in defeat before looking to her with a frown.

“You posted this video of me from last night?”

Em doesn’t remember much of last night, so she waves you over and takes your phone with a frown. She watches the video before nodding in confirmation, not that it was needed.

“Yeah! It was badass. Why you don’t like it?”

You shake your head because you do like that you put that asshole in his place, but you hadn’t banked on your wife seeing it. You sit back down on the bed before trying to figure out what to tell Wanda.

“I do, but Wanda doesn’t seem amused.”

You start typing your response as Em gets up and she shrugs before disappearing into the bathroom with a smile. She ducks inside before the pillow you threw can hit her, but you hear her laughing loudly through the door.

“Oh well, I’m sure she’ll just fuck you silly when you get home as punishment.”

Your eyes roll dramatically before you decide to check on your other friends to see if they’re ready. They aren’t early risers either, so you figure if you want to make this reservation, you’re going to have to be a little proactive.

Wanda’s driving to the compound when you text her back. She looks over to Boone who she’d let ride in the front seat next to her because he loved to stick his head out the window. She didn’t like letting him do it when she couldn’t see him, so she’d caved and let him sit in the front for once. He looked like he was enjoying having his fur blown back and the wind smack him in the face, but to each their own she supposed. When her phone beeped signaling a text she saw that your name popped up and she pressed the button that would read out your response.

Oh the usual. Men with their egos that are always larger than their brains.

Wanda isn’t surprised by this answer but she was hoping for more context. She supposes she’ll just have to ask for it once she gets to the compound. She looks over to Boone who’d ducked his head back inside when he heard talking. As soon as the music started playing again, he just turns back to the window and puts his paws up on the door.

“Boone, no.”

He whines, but he puts his foot back on the seat obediently. Wanda only lowered the window half way, but she didn’t want to risk him falling or jumping out. She’s sure that you’d be furious with her if you came home to your dog injured.

“We’ll be there soon, bud. Then you can see Fanny. That will be fun right?”

As if he knows what she’s saying, or he can even hear her over the wind blowing past his face, he barks excitedly into the wind. Wanda just rolls her eyes but she reaches out to scratch him with a smile.

He was ridiculous. Just like you.

Lunch ends up becoming an early dinner because your friends wanted to go shopping. You usually hated shopping, but you decided to use this as an opportunity to find something nice for Wanda. It wasn’t something she asked for, but whenever you went somewhere without her, you’d buy her something to surprise her with. It was usually jewelry or an outfit that you thought she’d like or that you really wanted to see her in. It depended on where you went, and you figured that in a place like Miami, there would be a lot of possibilities.

“I can’t believe you won’t tell us what you got for her!”

You laugh as you continue to drink your margarita with a shake of your head. You split from your friends briefly and wandered into a store where you thought you could find something for Wanda. Despite being very overwhelmed and a little uncomfortable, you’d found a couple things for your wife that you thought she’d like. At the very least you’re sure you’d like them.

After you’re finished with dinner, you’re dragged to yet another mall where you look for a less provocative gift for your wife. You’ve already bought Boone some new toys and you got Fletcher a little bandana that she’d look good in. You go to a couple of clothing stores but you don’t like clothes shopping, and Wanda has a lot of similar clothes already. You are wandering around the store, mostly following your friend when you notice a jacket across the room. You wander off with a smile and a brief excuse before going to get a closer look.

“Umm hello.”

You smile widely as you reach out to touch it and you groan under your breath. It’s so soft and it’s so cute. You know that your wife will look so good wearing this. You might also get to borrow it occasionally.

“Did you find something you like?”

You turn to see Stef looking at you with a wide smile. She’d noticed you practically run over here to look at the jacket, and she couldn’t help but follow you curiously. She looked to the price tag for you and she whistled catching your attention.

“Wow, it’s $500.”

You smile at this because you don’t care if it had been twice that. You are getting this for your wife. You take it off the rack once you confirm it’s the right size before you turn to your friend.

“Anything else you want? I think I’m good.”

Instead of clubbing again tonight because everyone agreed to take a break, you all went out for drinks on a bar along the beach. It was nice out and you could smell the salt in the air which made you feel even more relaxed than any drink could.

You look out onto the water that you can’t see because of how dark it is, but you smile as you think about what your wife could be up to. You and Wanda need to go to the beach soon, but maybe not here in Miami. It was a little hectic at times, and you’d seen more naked people here than you had at that nude beach in Spain.

Wanda groans loudly as she lifts the box out of her trunk with an exaggerated huff. Her brother had gotten her a new set of guns because he’d needed to replace his own, and they were a lot heavier than she was expecting. She’d thought that he meant maybe a couple of hand guns and maybe one other, but once she gets the box in the living room she realizes there are at least 8 guns in here.

“Jesus, Piet.”

Wanda decides to close the box and deal with them later before walking over to the kitchen with a yawn. She looks to Boone who’s sniffing the box that she’d made sure was locked before abandoning it to see what she’s making for dinner. You probably wouldn’t want her to have all of these guns in the house, but she’s not sure where else she could put them. She supposes she could give some back.

Her phone distracts her from this thought and she shuts the fridge before she can grab anything to eat. She walks over to where her purse had fallen on the ground and she picks it up and takes out her phone.

She smiles when she sees a message from you with a picture of the beach. It’s very dark out but she can make out the water line. The picture isn’t the main event anyway.

Taking a break from the clubs tonight. I spent most of the day shopping for the perfect gift for my greatest love.

Wanda can’t help but smile at this and she quickly responds before getting started on dinner. Boone’s pawing at her now waiting impatiently and she just frowns at him before shaking her head.

“No second dinner Boone.”

You receive Wanda’s text and laugh out loud at what she says. You’re rolling your eyes as you take a sip of your drink. Your feet are aching from being on them all day, and all night so you hope that this is your last stop for tonight.

Oh? What did you get Boone this time?

Your response comes a little while later because your friends return from the bar with food that you quickly dig into. You’re so hungry you could eat 7 of these appetizers, but you pace yourself before recalling that you have a lot of snacks in the hotel.

“This has been amazing! What should we do on our last full day and night tomorrow?”

Everyone was flying out around the same time on Monday, so tomorrow was going to be the last chance to go crazy which knowing Em, was going to happen with or without you. There’s talk of going back to the beach which you vote for because you want to keep tanning and you haven’t found your wife a jellyfish yet. Despite laughing at your adorable excuse, they decide they’ll go to the beach in the morning before it’s too crowded and too hot before going to a museum. You’d frowned at the thought of art, but one of your friends had mentioned going to a science museum nearby instead and you’d been more interested in that. You voted for a walk in the gardens but that was less popular, so you figured you’d just have to see if there was time.

“We’ll just see how it goes. Either way, we’re going back to Miami beach at night. “

Everyone cheers and you just laugh in amusement as they down their drinks. You miss your wife and dog a lot, but you can’t deny that you’re glad you came here. It’s been a nice way to relax and take a break from work. You probably weren’t going to do cocaine tomorrow though.

Later that night, when Em is in the shower you try calling Wanda. You hadn’t spoken with her since leaving for this trip and you wanted to see if she was available. It was only 6 there so there was a 50/50 chance she was working despite it being a Saturday.

“Hey, detka. One second.”

You just nod as you listen to Wanda shut a door assuming she was in the middle of something when you’d called. You hear the sound of Boone’s collar in the background and you smile widely.

“Hi Boone!”

You hear him whine a little and bark before Wanda’s laugh cuts him off. She walks down the hall to the bedroom before lying down with a smile.

“I knew you would miss him more.”

You laugh before shifting so you’re more comfortable on the bed. You haven’t showered yet and you don’t want to get under the covers, so you just curl up on top of the bed with a sigh as you glance at the too many shopping bags from today.

“Not at all, my love. I may have gotten him a cute toy and a vest, but your gift is definitely much better.”

Wanda smirks at the thought of what you could have gotten her this time. You were always so thoughtful and got her gifts wherever you went without her. She tried to tell you that it wasn’t necessary, but you’d always say that you wanted to. Or that you couldn’t help thinking about her. You were always so sincere too that she couldn’t even bring herself to roll her eyes at the borderline cliché things you said.

“Oh yeah? What did you get me? Or is it a surprise?”

The last time you’d gone somewhere, she thinks it was California for a conference, you’d gotten her a little surfboard for Fletcher. This was to try and teach her to like the bathtub, but it had backfired and now the sight of the board freaked her out. It had become more of a toy for Boone who would kick it around in the backyard. You’d also gotten her a beautiful necklace and a couple of rings to replace the ones she’d lost.

You’re still smiling as you decide to tease your wife a bit, and you jump out of bed and walk over to the bags near your suitcase.

“It’s a surprise, Wands, but I’ll give you a hint.”

You reach into one of the bags and Wanda hears what she’s sure is plastic and tissue paper that’s wrapped around something. She doesn’t have a good guess but she hears you set something down before unzipping some article of clothing. A dress? A jacket? She supposes it could even be pants. She’s of course more frustrated when she realizes that you really are teasing her.

“That was actually for Boone because yours doesn’t really make sound.”

You nearly laugh when you hear Wanda groan over the phone before you head back to bed. You hear the shower shut off so you don’t have a lot of time to say what’s next on your mind before you’re no longer alone.

“You’re so mean.”

You imagine Wanda’s pout and you wish you were with her to kiss it away. You sigh as you lie back down and stare at the ceiling. Tomorrow would be fun, but you’re glad there’s only one more day before you’ll be home.

“I’m sorry, love. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home.”

Wanda looks forward to this and she doesn’t care what she has going on Monday, she’s going to spend the day with you. She imagines that if she has her way, a lot of the day will be spent in this very bedroom.

“I’ll hold you to that, Y/n.”

You don’t talk to Wanda again until you send her a picture of a jellyfish in the water in the morning. Wanda of course sends you a smiley face before asking if you really took your phone with you into the water. It was not exactly waterproof and you had a lot of pictures of your dog on that phone. Once she points this out, she gets another picture of it half buried in the sand with the caption ‘it’s safe now’.

You and your friends spent the day going all over the city. While half of you went to an art museum, you and Stef went to the science museum nearby. You weren’t really an art person, but you could and had spent all day in a science museum. You skip out on the botanical gardens to go to a food market that makes you feel like it’s your favorite holiday. You buy way too much food, and send Wanda a lot of pictures and texts of food asking if she wants any. You’d gotten her some chocolate and wine, but she’d told you to just enjoy yourself. You’d still gotten her some goodies before going back to your hotel room to rest for a bit before dinner.

The last night, you were going all out and you’d reserved a spot at a ridiculously expensive restaurant to treat your friends at. You knew that they all made good money, but they’d spent a lot of money while here already. You didn’t want them to feel pressured and you told them it was a gift from Wanda, which it technically was. It was her ‘thank you for taking care of her wife’.

“This is so nice Y/n. We have to call Wanda later to thank her.”

“Or send her one of those cute baskets that we saw today!”

“Or Y/n could send her a pic of the lingerie set she bought her.”

You are tempted to throw a piece of bread at your friend for this, but it tastes so good you don’t want to waste it. Instead, you glare at her and roll your eyes. You don’t offer a verbal response because there’s no point in denying it. Stef rolls her eyes too before shooting Em a look that has her raising her hands in defeat despite still smiling widely.

“Okay, but that’s from Y/n, not us.”

Dinner was amazing and you and your friends did end up thanking your wife before heading back to Miami beach. You all ran to the hotel to change into something more appropriate and comfortable. The night is somehow even wilder than the first and you and your friends don’t get back until 7am this time. Check out is at 11 so most of you sleep at the airport while waiting for your flight. You’re glad you packed ahead of time so you could roll out of bed, change, shower and check out.

You sigh in relief and exhaustion as you sit down in your seat on the plane. You’d splurged and bought business class because you knew this trip would be exhausting and you’d want to sleep all the way home. You’re counting down the minutes until you can lie down when Wanda calls you.

You’d been the last one to fly out and after saying goodbye to all of your friends you had to wait for a while before your flight boarded. Now that you were there and comfortable you had to force yourself to stay awake.

“Hey Wands.”

Wanda smiles at how tired you sound and she can only imagine how busy your night was. Your friend Em didn’t post as much, but she did have a picture or two that she’d posted while at the airport. You and your friends were drinking and dancing. She saw smoke in one of the pictures, but since you weren’t visible she wasn’t going to worry too much about it. After all she was only really upset about the beach video.

“Hey detka. Are you on the plane?”

You nod before telling Wanda that you just sat down and you should be taking off soon hopefully. You and Wanda chat for a bit before she asked if you had any plans for when you came home. You laugh before shaking your head and telling her that you’ll be relaxing until you got back to work in a few days. She hums in acknowledgement as she continues to cut up fruit for a salad. She felt excessive but she had a small separate bowl that was for the pets. They loved fruit and she would use them as treats for the next couple of days. Fletcher was a fiend when it came to blueberries and Boone would do almost anything for a banana. It was his favorite which made whenever you tried to eat one hell. He would chase after you and beg for some and you had actually stopped buying them recently for this reason.

“What about you, Wands?”

She just shakes her head before claiming that her only plans are to spend time with you. Work was a little calmer today and she’d told her brother not to bother her unless someone was dying. She hadn’t seen you in days and she wanted to spend time with you.

“And Boone of course.”

You smile before realizing that boarding is finished and you need to get off the phone. You sigh before telling Wanda this and looking for your seatbelt.

“I’ll see you soon, okay Wands?”

Wanda smiles before looking at the clock. 5 hours until you were home.

“See you soon, detka.”

Boone is lying on the carpet downstairs in the living room bored out of his mind. He’s already had his afternoon walk and Fletcher wasn’t in the mood to play, so there wasn’t much going on at the moment. His mom was upstairs and he was just left to his own devices. He fell asleep for a bit before the sound of a door slamming startled him awake. He listens carefully and hears a car drive away and soft footsteps on the driveway. He’s jumping up and running to the door to investigate at the same time that Wanda appears from the bedroom. She’d been tracking your flight and she’d tried to go pick you up but you’d told her not to. She wanted to see you sooner, but you didn’t want her to have to drive and come get you.

“Boone, who is it? Who’s here?”

Boone is already whining and pacing back and forth when he sees you outside headed up the front steps. He continues to cry and tries to jump on the window before Wanda tells him to sit and she opens the door for you. She smiles widely when she sees you and you return the gesture before dropping your bags by your side and holding out your arms.

“Hey there, beautiful. I missed you!”

Wanda rolls her eyes but she doesn’t protest as she pulls you into a hug and holds you tightly. She’s missed you and having her arms around you like this makes her want to get you inside as quickly as possible. She just wants to hold you for the rest of the day.

“You too Wands.”

Wanda groans in annoyance before slapping your arm playfully as she lets you go so you can greet your dog. He’s whining and shifting from side to side impatiently, but when you drop to your knees and smile at him he pounces on you.

“Hey buddy. Were you good while I was away?”

Unsurprisingly Boone continues to whine and lick you as you scratch him excitedly. You eventually stand up before kissing your wife with a smile as you hug her again. You missed her.

“Let me grab my stuff, then we’ll…”

You trail off as Wanda grabs them for you and leads you inside quickly. You laugh at how in a rush she is, but you figure you’d be the same way if Wanda was gone for days.

“I got it, detka. Come on, get your ass in here. “

You and Wanda made it upstairs into bed in record time and Boone is sitting outside the hallway panting excitedly. Your wife had wanted to help you unpack, but you’d dragged her into bed to lie down. You were still tired despite sleeping most of the flight. Last night had been a lot and you were realizing how long it took you to bounce back.

“I’m glad you had fun, Y/n, but next time I’m going too.”

You laugh at this before kissing the top of your wife’s head with a smile. You would love if she came with you next time because you know it would only make things more enjoyable for both of you. Someone would have to watch Boone, but that was easy enough to take care of.

“That would be even better.”

You pull Wanda closer to you before kissing her forehead and then lips. You continue kissing until you feel her start to tug on your shirt. You pull away with a curious look but Wanda just continues to try and lift it over your head.

“You know, I never told you how I felt about that video.”

You frown in confusion until it dawns on you what video Wanda’s talking about. The one from the club. You hadn’t really explained that, but you figured now was as good a time as any. You frown slightly but you’re not going to try to get out of it now. If Wanda wanted to know something she would find out one way or another, so the easiest thing to do was just tell her now.

“Oh, the one from the club? Yeah I--.”

Wanda cuts you off as she shakes her head with a frown. She was talking about the one of the beach where you had spent an adorably long time wading in the waves and looking for jellyfish to send her pictures of. It was taken by Emily again and it showed you walking around with your head down and phone in your hand muttering to yourself. The video had multiple people walking by, but only one stopped to look at you, and it was obvious from his expression what he was admiring. The video cut out with Emily groaning and muttering something uncomplimentary about men under her breath.

You look to your wife with wide eyes when she tells you all of this. You didn’t know that Emily had taken yet another video of you, but like the first it was biting you in the ass. You shake your head before offering an apologetic look that Wanda barely notices. She’s thinking about how good you looked in your swimsuit and how much skin was on display. How much of your beautiful, toned body that was only hers to look at, was on display. She pushes your shirt up higher so she can see the muscles that were barely on display in the video, but she knew they were there and that was enough to rile her up.

“I didn’t like watching someone else stare at what’s mine.”

You’re nodding immediately because you can commiserate. You would have been mad too if you saw someone looking at your wife greedily as she walked around the beach in a bikini. In fact most of the time when she wore one it was either with family or on your private part of the beach that your beach house was built on.

You let Wanda take off your shirt and you hiss as she immediately starts to run her hands along your stomach. She pushes your bra out of the way so she can kiss your breasts, and you squirm to free one of your hands to take it off. Wanda beats you to it though and its off and thrown near the door before you can blink. You miss how Boone just huffs and lies his head down in the hallway as your wife continues to lay kisses along your chest and neck.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you, to kiss you like this, right?”

You know you don’t have to answer this question because Wanda knows that your hers and hers alone. You’d never had any interest to be with another woman since the day you met the brunette. You’d been drawn to her immediately and it only took a few dates for you to realize that you weren’t going to want anyone else like this again.

“Answer me.”

You didn’t realize that Wanda just wanted to hear you say it until she squeezed your neck. She doesn’t do it tightly enough to hurt, but it gets your attention and you gasp before nodding frantically.

“Yes, Wands. You’re the only one.”

Wanda smiles smugly before she rolls you over onto your back and she sits up so she’s on top of you. She settles onto your thighs and she releases her hold on your neck as she leans in to kiss you. You moan loudly when Wanda rocks against you before she reaches for the waistband of your pants with a smile.

“Good girl. Now let’s have some fun.”

Masterlist

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #silver springs drabble #silver springs #silver springs au #mob au

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madangel19 · 1 month ago

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Ghostober Day 8: Dom/Sub

Pairing: Cirrus/Aurora

Summary: Aurora is a good kitty for Cirrus

Contains: Dom/Sub dynamic, pet play, kitten!Aurora, butt plug use, vibrator use, spanking, mommy kink

Kinktober list by @kroas-adtam and you guys can also read this on Ao3! This was also sent in as a request by @tanukibby so I hope you enjoy ^-^

Word Count: 714

“Such a cute little kitty,” Cirrus cooed, petting the top of Aurora’s head.

The smaller ghoulette chirped softly, butting her head against her hand as best she could. She was strapped to a chair, a cat tail plug stuck in her ass and a vibrator strapped to her already slick pussy. Her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, preventing her from breaking free and grabbing Cirrus. The more she wiggled in the chair, the more the cat tail wagged along with her actual tail. An adorable sight.

“I’m your little kitty,” Aurora chimed, slowly rocking her head from side to side and making the bell around her throat jingle beautifully. It wouldn’t be long before Cirrus would make that bell jingle nonstop with her strap.

There was so much Cirrus wanted to do with the little ghoulette. Ever since she brought up wanting to do a more intense scene with Aurora, she was more than excited to try it out.

“Has my kitty been good today?” Cirrus asked, tapping Aurora’s shoulder with a black heart-shaped crop.

“No ma’am. I stole some cheese from Papa earlier and it was delicious,” Aurora giggled.

Cirrus raised a brow at her, her smile growing as she tightened her grip on the crop.

“Naughty. I was going to let you free so you can have a little treat, but my naughty little kitten needs to be spanked,” Cirrus cooed, palming the front of her panties and letting Aurora see the slick that coated her fingers. The smaller ghoulette licked her lips, still wiggling her ass excitedly.

It looked like she was about to say something before a look of uncertainty replaced her excitement.

“Something wrong, Rory?” Cirrus asked, crouching before her and checking her over. Nothing looked off so far.

“I just realized I don’t have a special name for you, Cir. Like, some people like being called master or mistress with these type of things. What should I call you?” Aurora asked.

Cirrus smirked, patting her cheek tenderly and getting another adorable chirp from her. What a sweet little thing.

“I don’t care what you call me, hon,” she said, pecking her on the cheek.

“Can I call you mommy?”

Cirrus squawked, taken aback by the title. It had been a very long time since she had ever been called that. Most of the time, she was calling Cumulus mommy, but Aurora calling her that hit different. She was going to like this a lot.

“You know what, you can, Rory. I like it. You gonna scream like a little slut for your mommy when she punishes you, kitty?” Cirrus purred, placing the crop beneath Aurora’s chin and forcing her to look her in the eyes.

“Absolutely, mommy,” Aurora said, wiggling her ass and moaning while still maintaining eye contact. Her violet eyes were half-lidded with desire, eager to do anything Cirrus wanted her to do.

“Good girl,” Cirrus cooed, kissing her hungrily.

Aurora moaned into the kiss, her claws scratching the arms of the chair. The poor thing was so desperate for her. So needy. So adorable.

“Mommy~,” Aurora moaned into the kiss before pushing her tongue into Cirrus’s mouth. She tasted and smelled like cherries.

“You need something, kitty?” Cirrus crowed, pulling away from the kiss and licking Aurora’s lip gloss off of her lips.

“Just you, Mommy. I need you to fuck me right now,” Aurora whined.

Cirrus chuckled, shaking her head and patting her on the cheek again. Her kitty still needed to be punished before they got to that.

“You’ve still been a naughty kitty, Rory. Naughty kittens need to be spanked,” Cirrus said, holding up the crop with a playful smirk.

“Can you make it quick?” Aurora asked, giving her big puppy dog eyes. Cirrus grunted, looking away. Trying to resist the younger ghoulette’s pleading eyes was always difficult but Cirrus would endure.

“I’ll see what I can do, kitty. Scream like a good kitty for me and then I’ll give you a sweet treat,” Cirrus said, going behind the chair where Aurora’s ass was exposed. She lightly brushed the crop along her ass and the little ghoulette shivered in delight

“Okay, mommy.”

Cirrus brought down the crop hard on her ass. The screams Aurora made were absolutely delightful.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #cirrus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #ghostober 2024 #ghostober #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

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beababoobies · 10 months ago

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I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are, could I request a Sal x reader where the reader has really long curly hair. Like down to her waist long, and they do little stuff like braiding her hair and decorating it with accessories. Just cute little stuff like that as Sal kinda wonders how she manages that much hair (If you dont want to write it, it's okay and have a nice day 💗🫶)

hello lovely gal! I’d love to do that for you. I am still taking requests and you’re welcome to do multiple! As a long curly haired girly meself, this was fun to write. (Unrelated, but I love your username.) Enjoy!

Roots - Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader

words: 0.6k

Sal loved your hair. Loved was perhaps an understatement. He’d play with it when you were cuddling, running his fingers through it mindlessly as you ranted about your day, school or work. He loved helping you wash it when you showered together, scrubbing your hair products from the roots into the very ends. But his absolute favourite was when you let him have fun with it, style it.

After you let him braid it for the first time, he had practically become obsessed. You brought your accessory collection over to his place whenever you were around, and would sit there talking and giggling together for hours while he did your hair up nice and pretty. You would sit in front of the TV, watching your favourite shows on rerun mindlessly and let him play with your hair.

And that’s exactly where you were today; sitting on his bed while petting a very sleepy Gizmo in your lap, belly up and purring softly at you while Sal worked on your hair, humming softly along with the music you had put on in the background. Today he had gone with two long braids, and he was spending his time clipping all your little plastic butterflies and flowers into them.

“You almost done, love?” You asked as you pet Gizmo across his tummy, another low grumbling purr emanating deep from the felines throat. Sal gave a soft hum in response, and you felt him begin to pin up the braids to your head. “Gonna make me look real pretty, hmm?” And he responds with a simple “mhm.” Gizmo gives a protesting mew when you stop petting him for a couple seconds. “Sorry.” You half-whisper with a small giggle, going back to petting him.

“How do you even manage with all this hair?” he asks softly as he starts pining up the second braid to your scalp, and you just shrug, going to scratch Gizmos chin, one hand going back to feel how he had styled your hair, running your hands along the skillfully pinned up braids. “I have this handsome man who comes in and makes it look pretty.” You hum back teasingly, and Gizmo yawns, stretching out before rolling over and landing on the floor, walking out the door to the living room

“Mm, he sounds cool. I’ll have to meet him some day.” He teases back, using your biggest butter cult clip to clip the braids together at the back of your head, leaning back and admiring his work with a smile. “It’s done, my love.” He hums out quietly, turning you over by your shoulders to the mirror. You were in absolutely awe.

He has smoothed out your curls on the top of your head, going in and braiding your hair tightly on both sides pining it up in beautiful swirls that met at the back of your head, all put together with your baby blue butterfly clips. You smiled wide and leaned back, kissing him as a small thank you.

“Thank you love, I look absolutely stunning.” You Mutter quietly, bringing your hand up to carefully run over the beautiful way your hair had been shaped. He wrapped his arms around your waist from the back, nuzzling his head in your shoulder appreciatively, before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Beautiful hair for my beautiful girl.” He hummed softly before sighing contently, carefully kissing the top of your head, before looking back at your hair accessories, before looking back at you with a small smile on his face. “Is it too much to ask you to take it out already? I have more ideas.”

#sally face #sal fisher #sally fisher #sally face x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader

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jungwonie-bae · 1 year ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ secret admirer ˚.♡

Jake x fem!reader

genre- fluff, he fell first, she fell harder trope lmao, friends to lovers

word count- 2.3k 【2387 words】

warnings- awkward jake and clueless reader kissing, and shy reader

—a little someone keeps dropping off little gifts into your locker..

a/n- I wrote this on my phone so it had a lot of errors I think sorry .·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Oh? For the third time this week, there’s a note in your locker. You open it, and the little paper has chicken scratch handwriting saying, “you’re so pretty today,” with a messily drawn heart. You smile to yourself, wondering who could’ve slipped this into your locker.

“ooh~ Your secret admirer again? I wonder who it could be~” eunchae teases. You look behind you to see eunchae looking over your shoulder at the note in your hand.

“It’s probably a prank right?” You question. “Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria now. Let’s buy some snacks after!” You loop your arm around hers and you both start walking towards the canteen.

—

When the both of you are at the vending machine, a shadow looms over you. You turn around slowly, and jump a little in your spot. Why was he so close? You back up a little, but he walks forward to you again. It’s jake, the popular guy that his so handsome that his face glows every time he walks into a room. Everyone loves him, he’s a teachers pet and is friends with almost everybody.

“oh hi Jake.” You say. He was really easy to talk to, from experience from a project you both worked on together in the past.

“uhm- hey.” He nervously chuckles. “I just wanted to give you this.” He hands you a soda, and walks away. “thanks…” you mumble. You have forgotten about eunchae next to you, that squeals. You jump in surprise, and look over at her.

“he could be your secret admirer! Doesn’t it make a little sense?” She squeals. You think for a bit.

“there no way jake likes me. We don’t even talk! Plus, he’s so popular with the girls. I could never be the one that he likes.” You defend. She just wiggles her eyebrows and says, “there’s still a possibility.” Then she wraps her arm around your shoulders and the two of you walk back to class.

before class, you put your drink into your locker. Then, you notice it’s your favorite sparkling peach juice.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

the next morning, as you go onto the bus, you plug your earbuds in. You choose one of your favorite songs, and watch the scenery outside. You were so distracted by your music, that you don’t even notice that Jake had sat beside you.

“good morning y/n.” He chirps, as you remove your earbuds. “Morning.” You say back. You two make small conversations until the bus arrives at your stop. You two wave at each other before going to your assigned classes. You think nothing about it, even though Jake had only stuttered around you, and you never noticed the slight blush on his cheeks whenever you complimented him.

he on the other hand, was talking to his friends about how he finally had a normal and long conversation with you.

—

When you had told eunchae at lunch, she squealed so loud that all heads turned to her. You had to send apologetic smiles to everyone. You see Jake walk into the cafeteria, so you wave. His friends go ooh, but you didn’t pay attention to that.

once you leave with eunchae to grab your water bottle from your locker, you see something sticking out. You hurriedly run to your locker to see what the item was. It was a tag. You open the locker door, and there you find a fluffy dog plush. Your eyes soften once you see it, and you hug it to your chest. This person really knew you, huh.

“it’s a new gift!” Eunchae squeaks. You nod and touch over the plush’s nose. You think it’s adorable, but then you look over at the side, and see a note. You quickly grab it before eunchae sees it.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back in a second!” You say. You run off, and quickly hide in a stall. You open the note, and it says hint of who it was.

This puppy plush looks like me a bit! (from what my friends said) I hope you enjoy the gift <3

You stare in awe at the letter, and quickly fold it back up. Who looks like a puppy? Do you know them? You stuff the note into your pocket and run back out to go with eunchae. You don’t want to make things too suspicious.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

the walk to the bus stop was quiet. That was until a guy shouting your name broke the silence. You turn around, and see Jake. You wave at him, and pause so he can catch up to you. “Yeah? What’s up?” You ask.

“I just want to talk to you. Also my bus ride is going the same way.” He states, while panting. You blush at his words. Wait blush? No, you don’t like him like that, right? The both of you talk and talk, and you found out you and him had a lot of things in common. You surprised each other with your similarities. On the last few minutes of the bus ride. You stared at him. He played on his phone, concentrated on his game.

now that you think about it, he looks a little like a puppy. Could your secret admirer really be him?

Jake could feel your stare, and heat crawled up his neck and face. “Why are you staring at me?” He asked, turning to you. You quickly look away.

“oh-” quick!!! Make up an excuse! “uh there was someone that you looked like, and I was trying to think of who it was. I probably zoned out while thinking. Sorry.” You sheepishly smile. he nodded, and his focus went back onto his phone. You not the other hand, was super embarrassed that you got caught staring. You really didn’t mean to stare for that long.

—

a few weeks after you received the puppy plush, you always had Jake on your mind. Why? Because you figured that you actually liked him, though it was only a possibility that he was your secret admirer. You kept thinking about eunchae words, and how they made so much sense.

Jake did look like a happy puppy everywhere he went, and his friends would tease him every time you would walk past. You’ve never thought about any of these things.

today is Saturday, so you made plans with eunchae to go to the mall. She would then go to your house, and you two would talk about any new gossip you heard about, all night.

While you were getting ready, you get a text. You think it’s eunchae saying when she’ll pick you up, but it was from Jake. Jake rarely texts you.

Jake- hey y/n

Jake- do you want to hang out today

you quickly call eunchae. She picks up almost immediately, and asks what’s up. You tell her that Jake wants to hang out, and she quickly says she’s coming over. “But what about our plans?” You ask.

“don’t worry about that, this is Jake we’re talking about!” She excitedly says. “I’m coming over to help you by the way! Text him back that you do want to hang out!” Then she hangs up on you.

You go back to jakes texts.

you- yeah ofc

you- where do you wanna go

Jake- uh can we meet at the movie theater

you- yeah I’ll get ready just tell when we meet up

Jake- how about 2:30?

you- yeah sure

you screenshot the message, and send it to eunchae.

Now there’s a knock on your door. You let eunchae in, and she runs to your room. “Your not wearing… that.” She says while pointing to your outfit. It’s just jeans and a plain shirt. She rumbles through your closet, and throws a few outfits on the ground.

You try a few on, and none seem to match. Just then, there this one dress you’ve never worn before. Eunchae finds it and gasps. “You need to try this one!” She hurriedly presses it towards you.

when you try it on, you feel.. not yourself. The dress it pretty, and you feel pretty in it. And when you come out of the bathroom, eunchae is in love. She does your makeup, and picks out your shoes.

it not too fancy, and hugs around your waist just right. Your happy with eunchae decision, and you kiss her cheeks goodbye. She shouts a “goodbye! Have fun!” behind you. You hold your purse (or bag), and head out; not before texting Jake that you’re leaving the house.

once you arrive, you look around. Where was he? He wasn’t anywhere to be found. You walk into the theaters lobby, and look around again. No Jake.

Just then, a pair of hands cover your eyes, and a familiar voice says, “guess who~”

you gasp at the sudden gesture, and decide to tease him. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe sunghoon?” The mention of his best friend on a hang out of just the two of you, makes his smile drop. You turn around and giggle. He lights up again at your laugh, and the two of you buy tickets. When he looks at you, he just says “nice dress.” But he can’t stop staring. You don’t really catch on, but your know eunchae had picked the right outfit.

You want to split the cost, but he insists on buying. You two fight over who’s paying for a few minutes, and eventually he slides his card when you look into your bag. You whine at him, obviously disappointed. He just pats your head, and thought both walk into the movie theaters. You blush hard at the sudden action.

not far behind you, the old woman at the counter says, “what a cute young couple.” You hear it as a whisper, but don’t correct her.

—

as you reach for the popcorn, Jake sees the opportunity. He pretends to also reach in, so your hands touch. You don’t see it coming, and you look over at him flustered. You quickly pull your hand out, and put it on your lap.

you don’t even notice the jake was staring at you after you touch hands. A few minutes later, a slightly bigger hand touches yours, and links your hands together. You look at Jake who avoids eye contact, and he clears his throat. You smile and put your other hand over his. You run your thumb over it soothingly.

Jake doesn’t know where this boldness comes from, and neither do you. You two just stick with it, and hold hands even out of the theater. You never want to let go, a neither does he. You hand fit almost perfectly into his, as if it was meant to be.

As the two of you walk out, you see a little photo booth. “Oh! Look! Let’s go take some pictures!” You exclaim. He follows after you like a lost puppy, and you pay for it first.

the first pose is just peace signs, and the second pose is making random silly faces. The third pose, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, and your arm goes around his waist. You lean your head on his shoulder and his head is on yours. The fourth pose is in the same position- but Jake kisses your cheek.

your really surprised at his actions, and cover your face in embarrassment. You were blushing so hard. Slowly, you’ve fallen deep. So deep, you can’t get out of the hole you’ve made.

He removes your hands from your face. He holds them in his. You would be lying if you said you weren’t flustered. The two of you get the photo strips, and see which one looks good. Jake looks over at you, and blurts,

“Y/n, I’m your secret admirer.”

you look up at him in disbelief. “You? Oh-” you gasp, “really?”

“really. Y/n, I’ve liked you since the first year of high school with you. When I saw you were my partner for the history project, I tried to be natural. But I fell more for you. I can’t explain how much I like you. Please don’t reject me. I’ll treat you good and be the best boyfriend, I promise.”

You stare at him. Your eyes soften at his speech. And then you smile. “Jake, once I saw the gifts, eunchae thought it was you. I always keep them safe in my drawer. As for the puppy plush, I keep it on my bed. You do resemble a puppy.” You giggle. “Jake, I like you too. I could never reject you. I will also treat you well and be the best girlfriend you can ask for.”

He smiles so big, and then pulls you into a big bear hug. The two of you walk to a bench, and talk for a while. There’s a comfortable silence. Jake looks at you, and starts leaning in suddenly. You do the same until your lips touch his. You lips mold perfectly with his, and his mold perfectly with yours. There are fireworks in your stomach exploding with happiness. Once you pull away, he smiles at you, and pulls you into his arms. You watch the sky, and how the clouds move slowly. He whispers into your ear, “I love you.”

Jake was your happiness and you were his too.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

bonus!-

Jake walks you home that night, and you exchange goodbye kisses. You hug him goodbye, and walk into your home.

“soo how was it?” Eunchae asks out of nowhere. It jump in surprise, as you have forgotten eunchae was staying over. You look over at her a smile ear to ear.

“it was amazing.” You tell her you would take a shower first before spilling everything.

The two of you do face masks , and you spill everything that happened. In the middle of your story, you get a text.

jakey <3 - I love you, goodnight ❣️

you show eunchae, and you both squeal. “I finallly have a boyfriend now!” You say. Eunchae laughs with you. You respond to Jake a few minutes later.

you- I love you too, sweet dreams 💗

When jake reads the message, he kicks his feet in the air and hides his face into his pillow.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

a/n- sorry guys you can imagine the rest 😍

Thank you for reading!! I got a bit carried away.. I literally write fanfics every week, so make sure to look forward to them 😡 okay byeee ly guys and stay safe <3

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