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gowonders · 1 year ago

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forgive me ♥ h.k + k.th

huening kai x vamp!reader x taehyun

notes : 1/2 halloween works done!! 😓 i kinda didn’t wanna upload this, but if it’s what gowonder nation wants it’s what gowonder nation gets! ummm honestly this may or may not be worse than the choi line fic… idk my writing has been so bad lately!! i’m so sorry!! 🥹 and yes, i brought in spoiled taehyun here ;3

minors dni with this!

warnings : read this over once.. , english isn’t my first language, fem reader, mean/hard dom hueka, mean/hard dom taehyun, mild cursing, vampire doing vampire things (basically marking..), unprotected sex, (please wear a condom omg.) reader wears crop tops, bulge kink, degradation (needy, slut..), orgasm denial, oral (f rec.), hair pulling, double penetration, mentions of spit kink( kai spits in readers mouth like once), taehyun is really strong so like.. mentions of bruising!!, lmk if i missed any !

you may or may have not been lying to your best friends.

sure, huening kai and taehyun were understanding when you explained the whole “i can’t go out in the sun much, i get sunburnt super easily” thing, but your fangs?? (the ones everyone found cute??) you just always said “oh, they’re just my vampire teeth!” and everyone just assumed you were kidding.

you really weren’t.

and your friends soon found out the truth.

you, huening kai and taehyun were all gathered at taehyuns place, and it was just you all gathered in his room, sitting on his bed, scrolling on your phones. which was just a way you bonded, even if it was a little unconventional. the silence was soon broken by taehyuns loud groan and him flopping against his bed. “i’m sooooooooo hungry guys. give me a sec, i’m gonna come back.” and with that, it was just you and kai.

maybe you didn’t notice it, but you had been squirming and not-so-subtly biting on your lip the whole time you guys were together, but kai did. “yn, what’s going on with you? you’ve been acting a little weird, are you that hungry?” he laughs, he knows that’s probably not it, but something is going on.

and that was your absolute need for blood, you really really tried so hard to hold back, but it was so hard for you.. “um. it’s nothing, i’m probably just hungry, yeah!!” you laugh awkwardly, laying back on the pillow behind you, and you can’t help but just keep your eyes on his neck, unmarked and flawless, and how perfect it’d be if you could just.. taste him. you were close enough.. maybe you could just., sneakily sink your teeth in? maybe kai wouldn’t mind.. he’d understand? for his friend?

“yn what the fuc-“ last words he said before your sharp fangs sink into his neck, whispering a “forgive me” before doing so, and a soft whine from you goes against his neck. and kai can’t say he’s not into it.. a broken groan is heard from him, and you dig your nails into his shoulder at the sound.

the moment is interrupted by huening kai lightly hitting your shoulder, trying to pull you off his neck. “y-yn,” but he gets cut off by taehyun, who’s about to drop the snacks he gathered for you guys. “what is going on here…..?” he asks, jaw slack and cheeks flushed in shock. as soon as you hear that almost condescending voice, you pull off, all teary eyed, he just tasted sooo good, and you wanted more. and your eyes snap to meet taehyuns darker ones, but all you can do is give him wide eyes and stutter.

“is our yn.. actually a vampire? who would’ve guessed?” he smirks, practically throwing the food onto his desk and walking over to stand over you. “may i?” he asks, not really letting you respond as his thumb enters your mouth, prying it open so he can see your fangs, his finger tracing around your teeth. “how cute.” he mocks, pulling his thumb away, but not before smudging the excess blood along your lip.

“guys.. it’s n-not what you think-“ you say, face warm with embarrassment. but taehyun cuts you off. “yn, really? because i think i know what it is. hueka, what do you think, should we punish her? she did ruin your perfect skin.” he laughs, eyes drifting over to his friend. “taehyun.. i don’t think that’s necessary.. like- i’m sure she just had to do it.. it’s fine, really..” he says, hand cupping over his neck, “mmm. no. i think we should. yn, go clean the little mess your needy self made, yeah?” his hand gestures toward kai who’s trying to not get blood on taehyuns (presumably expensive) sheets.

you whine with embarrassment as you move back to kai, moving his hand away from his neck, and with a shaky breath, you run your tongue along the wound, cleaning up the leftover blood you couldn’t get, and this practically flips a switch in kai. his large hand starts to pet your head as your clean him up, and in a quiet voice, he mutters to you; “you’re doing so well, yn.”

you pull away, and taehyun, who’s still standing over you, puts his hand on your back, leaning to your ear. “you okay with this?” he asks, you nod, and when you do, he asks the same to kai. “are you?” “mhm-“ hueka responds. “good, because i reallyyyyy wanted to see my best friends fuck. you’re at my house after all. so we do what i want, right? so kai, fuck yn?” taehyun says.

you hated how spoiled he was growing up. sure, it was nice when you didn’t really have money at the mall so he’d buy you some food, and you got a hell of a present for your birthday, sure! but he expected that he got everything he had ever asked for. and everyone obliged..

which is why taehyun is sitting in the corner of his room, on a chair, eyes laser focused on kai pinning your wrists to the bed. “that’s probably a good idea, kai. you don’t know, she could get needy again, keep her in her place…” he says as he snickers, and your face heats up in embarrassment even more, and kai rolls his eyes before smiling at you and mouthing “sorry.”

his hands trail down your body, stopping at the skin that shows from your cropped shirt, thumb caressing your stomach slightly before his fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down easily, his eyes dart to your panties. “yn, no way you have a little bow on your panties, you little tease! have you been planning this, huh?” kai mocks, finger rubbing over the small ribbon on the waistband. you just whine in response. “soooo needy, jesus. just fuck her already, kai.” you can hear taehyun groan from across the room, but huening kai does just that. quickly pulling his own pants down, and having his length positioned between your legs.

he inserts you slowly, as to not hurt you, making sure you’re okay before he starts to actually move, a small gasp leaving your lips once he does so, which makes taehyun and kai both chuckle. your eyes travel from kai to taehyun, and he’s just watching you two, and palming over his pants.

however, your attention gets sent back to hueka as he taps on your cheek. “look at me.” he says. “taehyuns not fucking you, i am.” slight jealousy could be heard in his voice, and if that wasn’t apparent to you, it definitely could be seen in the way his pace became ruthless almost immediately, making you let out a broken whimper. “don’t complain yn, im- we’re gonna punish you. like we said. maybe if you didn’t keep acting out, i would actually take my time with you, but needy girls like you don’t deserve that.” kai say, taking a hold of your hips and using the leverage to fuck into you harder, leaning his head back and groaning at the way your walls clamp down on him as he does so.

after a bit, kai takes a hold of your hand, squeezing it, before bringing it up to your stomach and putting it on your stomach, making you feel him through it. his hand is on top of yours, thumb running over your knuckles as he keeps your hand there. but seriously.. all you can do is whine in response. “i did not fuck you enough for you to be acting all stupid on me.“ kai says, rolling his eyes as he fucks into you at an even quicker pace than before, making you cry out in pleasure. “k-kai….! i’m close!!” you mumble. “oh? so you can say that but not anything about how grateful you are for this? what a slut.” kai chuckles, and just before you reach your high.. he pulls out. which pains him too.. but he knows that’s not all he’s going to get from you. “huekaaaaaa.. why..??” you whine, and he just scoffs, pumping his length over you before white ribbons on seed lay over your stomach and cunt.

“sorry. you were acting too good for this, had to punish you.” he sighs and shrugs, looking back at taehyun. “you wanna clean her up, taehyun?” he asks, and taehyun almost jumps out of his seat, and stands next to kai, admiring the little mess he made of you.

“did so good, kai.” he smirks, making kai laugh a little before taehyun positions himself between your legs, starting to lick up huening kai’s seed from your tummy, then slowly kissing down to your core, a low laugh leaving his lips as he inserts one finger in you, making you shiver, before he connects his lips to your cunt. broken whines leave your lips at this. “too much!! please, let me rest—“ you plead, but taehyun starts to use his tongue in you, along with his fingers, which really shut you up. “i was getting tired of hearing her whine, thanks tyunnie~” kai laughs, even if you were getting practically ruined before him, he couldn’t stop joking at anything.

your thighs close around taehyuns head in a weak attempt to get him to wait a bit, but this just spurs him on, using two fingers instead of one, and now using his tongue to rub at your clit. it doesn’t help that you were so close before, so the way you have to hold back is crazy, and taehyuns rough pace is definitely contributing to how you’re just about to break.

“taehyun.. pleasee-“ you whine, back arching off the sheets as your fingers lace through his hair, grabbing and pulling at it. “yeah yeah, fine.” he says in a rushed voice, he was gonna be the one to make you finish first, not kai. but like everything in his life, he got alot of things first. and this was going to be one of them.

and with that, your riding out your first high of the night against your best friends face. because he wanted it. he gets whatever he wants.

after that, they let you rest for a second.. not like they want to stop, but they know you’re probably a little out of it. letting you lay in taehyuns lap as huening kai strokes your hair. taehyun stares into the wall for a second, hand caressing your back before he speaks dryly. “hey yn.. i kinda wanna match with hueka, you’ll do that for me? pleaseeee?” without thought, you’re sitting up on taehyuns lap, his thigh slotted between yours.

your shaky breath goes against his neck, and taehyun has a wide grin on his face, looking at hueka, who looks almost nervous for him. you were not gonna deny the fact you still wanted to do it, but something about piercing him gave you more guilt than doing it to kai.. whatever. he wanted it.

you sink your fangs into taehyun, a hushed “fuck-“ leaving his lips as you feed on him, he was literally perfect. even if he was an asshole sometimes.

“o-okay.. yn.. i think i-it’s okay…” he mumbles? stroking your head, slowly trying to pull you off, making you whine in disappointment. “did you clean me up, yn?” you nod, sitting on your knees as you wait for something, anything else. taehyun motions huening kai over, whispering something just quiet enough so you couldn’t hear. of course. hearing taehyun snicker and kai sigh with a smile and wide eyes.

however, you soon find out when you’re placed between the two, and you look up at kai, who’s infront of you. “huh…?” you say, tilting your head as taehyun pressed his hard on against your ass. “well, we couldn’t decide who got to use you next.. so if you’re cool with it, could we both?” taehyun says. “even though it should just be me, technically.. i feel nice enough to share, right?” he mutters under his breath, waiting for you to respond. “s-sure.” you mumble, hiding your face in kai’s chest, making him chuckle. “noooo, keep your eyes on me.”

soon enough, you can feel them both prodding at your entrance. “guys. no way.” you mutter, you could barelyyy fit kai, no chance you could fit them both. “we’ll make them fit. cmon.. for me?” taehyun says, caressing your thigh as he kisses your shoulder. but, he always gets what he wants, huh? “yn, we’ll go sooo slow, if it’s still okay?” kai adds, giving you the most trusting smile he can, because in all honesty, he wasn’t too convinced, either. he didn’t really want to have to wait on taehyun though.. he doesn’t have his patience.

you sigh shakily. “alright…it’s fine.” you whine. you’re still kindaaaa prepped from earlier, but you feel someone’s fingers starting to enter your core, scissoring his fingers for good measure, before they pull out, and taehyun decides to slide into you first, a groan leaving his lips as he does so, and once you’re okay with it, he slowly moves in and out of you, just to prep you more. “okay… relax. kai’s gonna go in, okay? tell me at any point if it gets too much.” taehyun whispers, kissing your shoulder once more. with that, you can feel kai start to enter you so slowly, and you feel so full. a broken whine leaving your lips at the feeling of being stuffed by the two, and taehyun and kai are faring no better, taehyun groaning at the foreign feeling of kai’s cock sliding up against his, and kai letting out small whines at how your walls are basically sucking him in.

taehyun chuckles, still kinda too lost in how this all feels to actually move, but he’ll never not find a reason to tease someone. “kai, you’re whining more than our cute little slut right here, you’re more needy than her at this point..” he says, a smirk on his face as he studies the only face he can see, kai’s. who’s lips fall to a flat line as he sighs, looking away from taehyun to meet your eyes. at least he could see your pretty face, which totally made up for taehyuns teasing.

without warning, taehyun thrusts up into you, a groan leaving his lips, and that causes kai to mirror his movements, both of them taking a second but they finally match up enough to where it’s not awkward, and from there, it’s pure bliss. the way you feel so full and it’s a dull pain, but it’s a good one, and the way all of your sounds fill taehyuns very expensive room.. it’s almost too good to be true. there is no way you just got all of this.

your legs tremble from the sheer pleasure you feel, the way they stretch you out in the best way possible, and how good they sound to you. you have to hold onto huening kai’s shoulders to keep yourself up, and he weakly laughs, thrusting into your core with a harsh pace. “can you not keep yourself up? huh? we fucked you stupid already?” kai taunts. “most of the other girls i use like this take it so much better than you did.. so needy but you can’t even take us? pathetic.” taehyun adds, a grin on his face, taking the opportunity to speed his pace up even more, and the way his hips snap into you, you swear it’s gonna leave a bruise.

“not gonna use that mouth to answer us? only gonna use it to make those useless whines?” kai says, tilting his head at you. you shake your head, eyes squeezed shut so you can try and focus, but it’s almost no use. his fingers trace your lip, “open” he commands, and you comply, opening your mouth, and his fingers reach to your fangs, pricking his own finger with them before he spits in your mouth, making you feel inexplicably weak. “swallow, you’re not gonna use your mouth for anything else, right? might as well.” he says, an evil grin forming on his face as he watches you squirm, swallowing his saliva.

”jesus— kai….” taehyun says, gripping your hips even tighter, whichll probably also leave bruises. “stay fucking still, yn.” he pulls your head back by your hair, making you look back at him. “didn’t do all of this just to have you be all whiny and squirm like you don’t like it, if you didn’t, you’d tell us, but instead your moaning like some needy slut.” he rolls his eyes, his tip starting to abuse the weak spot you have, making you let out a staccato scream of pleasure. “p-please!!! so close!!” you beg, just to get ignored, but they share a look, maybe, just maybeeee they’ll let you cum.

as you get even closer, your pleas become incoherent. they definitely fucked you stupid, but they’re finally gonna reward you. “you wanna cum, yn?” taehyun asks, still pounding you as fast as ever, as kai whines in pleasure too, he’s really so into this, too. “yes!! please, tyunnie!! please!!” you beg, leaning your head back so your eyes meet his. which moves him enough to sigh and groan. “okay.. you earned it, yn.” making kai snap his eyes open, finally getting to watch you unravel on his length, and that’s all you needed.

your climax hit you hard, cries of pleasure leave your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut, velvet walls fluttering around the two as they help you ride out your high, your release triggering theirs, loud groans and whimpers bouncing throughout the room as they paint your walls white.

they pull out of you, and you clench around nothing as their seed drips out of your core.

“oh, shit, taehyun your sheets are gonna be ruined.” kai says, trying to catch his breath slightly as he laughs.

“you don’t think i’ll just buy new ones?” he asks, and his tone is serious… you cannot with this man,

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happy october~ ♥ this is definitely one of my least fav works, but i hope you guys like it!

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netesecretlover · 1 year ago

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HEYHEYHEYYY SAW UR REQ POST AND THIUGHT ABOUT ASKING !!!

SOOO I WAS THINKING ABOUT SOME LOAK X HUMAN!FEM READER DRABBLE !! Just a random idea but I'd love to see some cute fluffy fuc about loak taking a liking to reader and has spent some time with her, and eventually his feelings grew but he doenst know how to confess without being a fumbling mess so he does that one scene from Love, Actually with the cards and all that with a hint of reader accepting it and saying right after "I kinda always knew" and Lo'ak js passes out HAHAHAHHA

You can do whatever you want and add some of your ideas too! XOXO

★ Starry Sky

Lo'ak Sully x humain!fem!reader

丨Words: 3k

丨Summary: Growing up on Pandora with the Sully family, you share a routine of daily adventures. Lo'ak, secretly in love with you, struggles to express his feelings. Encouraged by his family, Lo'ak decides to finally confess his love under Pandora's stars. The outcome remains uncertain, but the enchanting atmosphere sets the stage for a heartfelt revelation.

丨Warning : pure fluff, some Arabic love quotes (only two), Lo'ak is so whipped for reader, first fic <3 Not proof read too

丨Notes : Anonym request ! I hope you'll like it, I started writing and I couldn't stop haha. I'm sorry if it wasn't what you asked for.

!!ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!

After the Sky People were sent back to Earth, some humans were allowed to stay on Pandora alongside the Na'vi. Among them were your parents, two scientists who had always advocated for the Na'vi alongside Grace, Norm, and Jake. A few years later, you were born. Thanks to the connections your parents had with Neytiri and Jake, you spent your youth alongside the Sully family. You had established a small routine at a very young age. In the morning, you would wake up and have a quick breakfast with your parents. Then, grabbing your little pouch and bidding your parents farewell, you would hurry to join your friends. Every day on Pandora was an adventure for you.

Walking on the cool forest floor toward the village, upon arrival, everyone was already up. Some Na'vi went foraging, while others went hunting. Children sat around an elder of the village, listening to a story. You smiled gently and made your way up to the Sully family house.

As you approached the entrance, suddenly, Tuk appeared, running. She screamed with joy before Neteyam caught her and tossed her into the air. You chuckled slightly, catching Neteyam's attention.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Neteyam said with a smile. He held Tuk in his arms, and she also greeted you with a big smile. "Lo'ak! Your sweetheart Y/N is here!" Neteyam called to his brother.

Your face turned a shade of violet, and Neteyam burst into laughter. Sounds could be heard from inside the house—footsteps—and finally, Lo'ak emerged.

"Hi Y/N…" Lo'ak said with a shy smile. "I didn't know you were coming to the house today, not that I don't want to see you! I like seeing you; you're pretty, I mean, not that you weren't before! Yes—" Lo'ak stammered and spoke very quickly; you didn't quite catch the end.

"Kiri invited me to gather pearls together." You replied, smiling.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down for Lo'ak, his eyes lingering on every detail of your face. He seemed captivated, as if simply hearing your voice or seeing you smile brought him indescribable joy.

"Pearls, huh?" he repeated, searching for his words. "That's great. I mean, you'll surely look beautiful with pearl bracelets. Well, you already are, you know… beautiful, I mean."

A slight blush tinted Lo'ak's cheeks as he tried to compose himself, continuing to smile mischievously. His words seemed to jumble in his head, perhaps reflecting the confusion of his feelings.

You chuckled at the scene. He was cute, you thought. Neteyam and Tuk had stepped back a bit to give you some space. Neteyam sighed, looking at his younger brother; he had a long way to go, he thought.

At the same time, Kiri came out of the house with a handcrafted pouch around her waist. You gave one last smile to Lo'ak and greeted everyone before heading, with Kiri, towards the village's exit.

"Pearls, huh? That's great. I mean, you'll surely look beautiful with pearl bracelets. Well, you already are, you know… beautiful," Neteyam said, mockingly mimicking his brother. "You could have at least told her to be careful in the forest; you really have things to learn."

Lo'ak remained there, watching you walk away with Kiri, his persistent smile and dreamy gaze. Neteyam shook his head, looking at his brother with a mischievous smile.

"You are truly hopeless, Lo'ak. You look like a hopelessly in love teenager every time she's around," teased Neteyam.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Oh, leave me alone, Neteyam. You don't understand."

Neteyam raised an eyebrow, teasing. "Really? And what don't I understand?"

Lo'ak hesitated for a moment, then opened up. "It's just… it's been a long time, you know. Since we were kids. I can't quite remember exactly when it happened, but there's something about her that has always… captured my heart. Since our childhood, Neteyam."

His older brother looked at him with a knowing smile.

Lo'ak's smile softened. "Everything about her appeals to me. The fact that she's smaller than me makes me want to protect her, even though she can defend herself without me. She's so good with the clan's little ones, teaching them English and games from her world. There isn't a memory where she isn't present. It's like she's always been there, an integral part of my life. And today, seeing her, I realize that it hasn't changed. My heart still beats faster when she's around. It's… it's more than just an attraction, Neteyam. I think I'm really in love with her."

Neteyam looked at his brother with sudden understanding, his teasing demeanor giving way to genuine respect. "Well, little brother, maybe it's time to tell her. You'll never know if she feels the same unless you try."

Lo'ak sighed, knowing that Neteyam was right. "Maybe, but it's scary,

you know? What if she doesn't feel the same? She's human, and I'm… I'm just me." Lo'ak looked at his hands. "I'm nothing special; she'd probably prefer to be with another human, even if there aren't really any her age, or someone skilled in something."

His brother placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Lo'ak, don't talk about yourself like that. You know, she has admired you since she was little. The biggest regret you could have is never trying. Life is too short not to pursue what you really want. And who knows, maybe the love you've felt for so long is reciprocated. Have you ever noticed how she looks at you when you're not paying attention? It's like she's waiting for you to make the first move."

Lo'ak watched you disappear into the forest, a mix of apprehension and determination in his gaze. Perhaps it was time to let his heart speak, to share his feelings with the one who had held a special place in his life for so long.

The golden rays of the sun filtered through the dense canopy of Pandora's forest, creating a mosaic of light and shadow dancing on the emerald-covered ground. Towering trees with twisted trunks and bioluminescent leaves stood majestically above the two friends, creating a mystical and enchanting atmosphere.

The gentle murmur of the breeze blended with the songs of exotic birds, forming a natural symphony that seemed to envelop each of your steps and those of Kiri. Vibrantly colored flowers blossomed along the path, attracting butterflies with shimmering wings. The endless shades of green in the vegetation ranged from the soft foliage of plants to the darker tones of lush shrubs.

As you walked, Kiri broke the silence with a teasing question. "So, Y/N, how's it going with Lo'ak?"

You smiled, reminiscing about Lo'ak's earlier awkward moments. "Oh, you know, the usual stammering and slightly awkward compliments. Nothing new."

Kiri joyfully chuckled. "He's so cute when he tries, isn't he? But seriously, between you and him, how is it really going?"

You pretended to ponder, picking up a few pearls along the way. "Well, we've been friends forever. But recently, it's different. Well, maybe it's me starting to notice something different in him…"

Kiri arched an eyebrow, smiling mischievously. "Different? Like what, for example?"

You blushed slightly. "I notice his awkward side, which I don't mind. He may seem immature, but when things get serious, he can be serious. He cares about the people around him, even if sometimes he acts on his own… but I don't mind that."

Kiri, instead of directly confirming Lo'ak's feelings, teased you with a mischievous smile. "Ah, love is in the air. It feels like the beginning of a grand adventure. What do you plan to do now?"

You shrugged, not quite sure what to say.

"Wait for him to make the first move, if he likes me, of course. But there are so many talented girls in the clan. Ti'avin, one of the best singers, and her sister who seems to float when she dances. I'm just human; I could never be skilled enough… I have this feeling that he likes me. Sometimes his lingering glances, how he hugs me when he's happy, and when he blushes. I really feel like he likes me, but I'm not sure."

Kiri, sensing the note of doubt in your words, shook her head firmly. "Well, listen to me, Y/N. You're amazing in your own way. Beauty isn't just in singing or dancing. It's in the way you walk through this forest, the way you smile when Lo'ak awkwardly compliments you. You are unique, and no one else can do it like you."

She gave you a friendly shoulder bump. "And don't underestimate Lo'ak. You don't need to compete with anyone. Just be yourself."

You looked at your best friend, your gaze reflecting gratitude. "You always have a way of lifting my spirits, Kiri. Thank you."

Kiri smiled. "That's what friends are supposed to do, right? Now, forget the doubts and let's quickly gather the pearls."

She pointed to a spot where a sparkling waterfall merged into a natural pool, creating an enchanting tableau. "And how about picking some of those flowers? They'll add a special touch to our pearl bracelets."

You smiled, grateful for Kiri's reassuring presence. You continued your walk through the forest, pushing away dark thoughts and letting yourself be carried away by the magical beauty surrounding you.

During the week, Lo'ak seemed to be elusive. Whenever you approached him, he found an excuse and fled. Initially, you thought he was probably busy, but after five consistent days of lies, you began to be hurt by his actions. Several times, Kiri caught your gaze, which was devoid of any joy.

Had you done something wrong?

That was the question you had posed to your best friend. You could see the disappointment in her eyes. She reassured you throughout the evening until mealtime.

During dinner, the Sully family noticed Lo'ak's absence. He was there, but his gaze was lost. He hadn't even touched his food, which worried Neytiri. Kiri stared fixedly at her brother. At the end of dinner, before he could come up with an excuse to escape once again, she took her brother by the arm and led him in front of the house. She made him sit on the edge, feet dangling.

"Lo'ak, what's wrong? You look troubled," she asked with concern.

Lo'ak sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "It's Y/N. I wanted to confess my feelings to her, but every time I try, I lose my words, or worse, I feel paralyzed. So, I run away like a fool. And I can see that it hurts her, but I don't know how to go about it."

Kiri looked at him with understanding. "You know, Lo'ak, Y/N might have already noticed your feelings. She is very attentive, you know."

Lo'ak lowered his eyes, a mix of sadness and frustration on his face. "I've tried, you know. I wanted to court her seriously and give her gifts every day, in the Na'vi way, but I don't know if that's what she prefers. I feel like I'm acting like a child, and I don't know how to tell her what I really feel."

Kiri gently placed her hand on her brother's shoulder. "Lo'ak, you are sincere, that's what matters. And maybe you can ask our old father for advice."

Lo'ak nodded, appreciating his sister's advice.

Kiri left, smiling at Lo'ak, giving him some space to think. As calm returned, Jake approached and sat next to his son.

"Is everything okay?" asked Jake, noticing Lo'ak's troubled expression.

Lo'ak sighed. "It's Y/N, father. I wanted to confess my feelings to her, but every time I try, I lose my words, or I feel paralyzed. I don't want to hurt her, but I don't know how to go about it."

Jake placed a reassuring hand on Lo'ak's shoulder. "Feelings are complicated, Lo'ak. But there's something I remember from a movie I saw back on Earth, before coming here. It was a movie called 'Love Actually.' There was a scene where a boy confesses his feelings to a girl with cards. Since you can't seem to speak, maybe that could work."

Lo'ak looked up, intrigued. "Cards?"

"Yes, cards. He wrote his feelings on cards, one by one. It was a sincere declaration of love, and it was beautiful because it was honest and authentic. Maybe you could try something similar, express what you feel through carefully chosen words."

Lo'ak pondered the idea, wondering if this approach could be the key to overcoming his difficulties in expressing himself. "It might work. Thank you, father. I'll think about it."

Jake gave him an encouraging smile. "Don't forget, Lo'ak, love doesn't follow a script. Be yourself, and it will all happen as it should."

Lo'ak nodded, grateful for his father's advice.

Night fell gently on Pandora, painting the sky with shades of orange and purple. You stood at the edge of a cliff, contemplating the celestial spectacle unfolding before you. The stars shone with brilliant intensity, creating a magical tableau in the darkness.

As you lost yourself in the stars, a slight noise behind you made you turn around. It was Lo'ak, holding large cards in his hands. He seemed awkward, but his eyes sparkled with a determined light.

"Lo'ak?" you said, surprised to see him here.

Lo'ak stammered for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Y/N, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. I… I don't always manage to find the words, so I thought maybe, cards could help me."

He carefully unfolded the first card, hand-written words displayed. "You are like the stars, Y/N, lighting up my life with your presence. Every time I see the starry sky, I think of you."

You read the words, Lo'ak's emotions expressed through each line. You looked up at him, and he continued, a bit more confident.

"When you're around, the world seems to slow down." You read before he changed the card. "Your smiles brighten my days, and your presence fills me with joy." Your cheeks began to warm.

"You are the most beautiful fate."

"You are the love of my soul."

These were such romantic phrases. Your heart was racing.

"I know I'm clumsy with words, but I want to tell you that…" Lo'ak lowered the card, looking at you with an intensity that reflected his deep love. "I see you with my heart, not my eyes. Oel Ngati Kameie."

You were moved by the sincerity of his words, remaining speechless for a moment.

"Lo'ak…" you finally whispered, a radiant smile lighting up your face. "It's beautiful."

Lo'ak offered you a shy but joyful smile. "I was afraid you wouldn't understand, that my words wouldn't live up to what I truly feel."

You approached him and gently took his hands. "Lo'ak, your words are perfect. And you… you are perfect."

Lo'ak stepped towards you, letting the cards fall from his hands, and embraced you. Your face was buried in his chest, and he held you a little tighter, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you.

The stars shone above you, silent witnesses to this magical moment. Then, without a word, Lo'ak wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you slightly. Your head was now at his level. His freckles glistened, and without saying a word, he captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

As you separated, you rested your head against Lo'ak's shoulder.

After a few moments in silence, you sat together on the edge of the cliff, your hands still entwined, and looked up at the starry sky.

"You know, Lo'ak, I had a feeling," you admitted softly, a teasing smile on your lips.

Lo'ak looked at you, surprised. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yes, but I wanted you to make the first move. And I'm so happy that you did."

You stayed there, marveling at the beauty of the night sky, sharing laughter, knowing glances, and silent promises for the future.

Your differences were just an insignificant detail in the infinite brilliance of the stars, a symbol of love that had finally found its way.

#atwow x reader #loak x reader #neteyam x reader #atwow fic #lo’ak x reader #jake sully #loak sully #avatar loak #loak fluff #avatar the way of water #atwow fluff #neteyam

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lil-melody-moon · 3 months ago

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Hello darling! Finally Friday, huh? I bet you’ve been waiting for this day to come 🤭 Well, I’m bringing you two new fragments today, very creepy ones I must say 🤣

But first, I want to make the release day official. You’re going to get the first chapter of the fanfic in two weeks, starting on the 1st of November. I know you’re impatient, but I still need to finish the fic, correct the grammar, and also figure out how to publish it on AO3 🤣 That last part shouldn’t take long because I’ve got half of it sorted already.

Anyway, the chapters will be published daily, which means it’ll start on the 1st of November and end on the 5th of November. Is that alright with you? If not, please let me know when you’d prefer them, but it has to be in November.

Now, enjoy the first fragment of chapter three❤️

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You needed to get out of the house, and fast. The encounter with Ernie at the pub had been playing on your mind ever since, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the thought of him. He lingered there, like a song you couldn’t quite get out of your head. And then there was the other thing. You still weren’t comfortable at home. Every time you were alone, it felt like someone else was there, watching. It wasn’t rational, you knew that. But it was a feeling you couldn’t ignore.

You glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a bit late for your usual evening walk, the sun was already beginning to set, casting a soft golden glow over everything. But you needed the fresh air, needed to clear your head. Sitting inside much longer and you were sure you’d go mad.

It had been two days since you last spoke to Frank, and the worry was beginning to gnaw at you. It was a strange kind of worry, tangled up with so many other things. You were worried for him, yes. But there was also that creeping fear that he might come back. The very idea of Frank returning was enough to make your stomach twist, to make your eyes sting with the threat of tears. The guilt that came with that fear was like a shadow, always lurking.

Pulling on your coat, you stepped out into the cool evening air. You told yourself you’d walk just a little while, enough to clear the bad thoughts from your mind. The streets were quiet, mostly empty, save for the odd car passing by or a couple of people making their way home. You tried to focus on your surroundings, the familiar rows of terraced houses, the soft hum of distant traffic, but your thoughts kept drifting back. To Frank. To Ernie. To the uneasy feeling that had settled in your chest.

It wasn’t until you were on your way back home, the sky now fading from gold to deep blue, that you noticed something. A feeling, more than anything. Someone was behind you. At first, you brushed it off, telling yourself you were being paranoid. But the feeling wouldn’t go away. You picked up your pace, your heartbeat quickening, and turned your head slightly to glance over your shoulder. Sure enough, there he was. A man, walking right behind you. His face was obscured, and that made your stomach lurch.

You walked faster, hoping he’d lose interest, but no such luck. You could hear his footsteps quickening to match yours, and then, just as you were about to break into a full sprint, he spoke.

“Hey! you alright, love? Fancy a chat?”

His voice made your skin crawl. There was something off about it. It wasn’t just that he was too close, it was the way he spoke to you, as though he had a right to your time, your attention. You tried to ignore him, walking faster still, but he kept pace with you, getting closer.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” he persisted, his hand reaching out, brushing against your arm. “I just wanna talk. What’s your name, eh?”

You flinched at his touch, feeling a surge of panic. You didn’t like this. Not one bit. His hand lingered on your arm, and before you could react, his grip tightened. But then, out of nowhere, came a voice you recognised all too well.

“Oi! Leave her alone, you bloody fucker.”

Ernie.

He was there, storming towards you with a look on his face that could’ve melted iron. Before you could even process what was happening, Ernie had grabbed the bloke by the collar of his shirt, almost lifting him off the ground. The other man’s eyes went wide, his cocky demeanour crumbling instantly.

“I’m sorry, mate, I’m sorry,” the man stammered, hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to talk to her, that’s all.”

Ernie’s grip on his collar tightened, and he leaned in close, his voice a low growl. “She’s my girl, yeah? You don’t talk to her. Now piss off before I make you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, all you could do was stand there, stunned. His girl? The possessiveness in Ernie’s voice sent a strange warmth rushing to your cheeks. You could feel yourself blushing, even though you weren’t sure how you felt about the whole thing. Still, hearing him say it made your heart race in a way you hadn’t expected.

The man in Ernie’s grip was practically shaking now, his eyes darting to where Ernie’s hand had slipped into his coat pocket, as if reaching for something. The bloke must’ve thought he was going for a gun, because in the next second, he was scrambling backwards, muttering apologies as he bolted down the street.

“Bloody coward,” Ernie muttered, watching the man’s retreating form with a smirk. Then he turned to you, his expression softening. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath. “No, I’m fine. Just… just shaken, I guess.”

Ernie took a step closer, his eyes scanning your face, checking for any signs of distress. “Good. If he’d laid a hand on you, I swear…”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, though your voice was a little shaky. There were so many questions spinning around in your head now, and one of them was particularly loud. “Ernie, what are you doing here? You don’t even live around this area.”

His grin widened slightly, and he shrugged. “What, I’m not allowed to take a walk?” But then, more seriously, he added, “I had a feeling. Thought I’d come check on you.”

The way he said it, so casual, yet with something deeper underneath, left you speechless. There was something about Ernie that unsettled you, but in moments like this, when he was standing there, having just chased off a bloke who was making your skin crawl, you couldn’t deny the sense of safety he seemed to bring.

Hello, yes I was waiting and I thought I'll die in the process - Gosh, this is a torture! 😂

I'm very happy about the release dates and the AO3 instruction I've promised you will make its way to you, I swear! 😂

Now to the comments!

Sitting at home alone can drive one nuts and I love how you portrayed it there - with addition of one pervert occupying my mind. There's also a slight confusion on what I'm feeling inside, which is honest to God, very good. I'm torn inside and I'm starting to fear, literally fear Frank's coming back home. Everything that once was would come back and the guilty feeling would eat me inside. You've actually showed it very well in one paragraph 💜

That fragment of a random guy following me, it so reminds me of the creep I've met a few years ago. The same behaviour and truly, there's no way I would speak at that moment, my mind rushing to a way to escape this situation, but it's night already so that would be even more problematic. But then here comes someone who saves me!

The impact of Ernie's behaviour is huge, I'm actually left speechless - wonder if Frank ever did something like this. The possessiveness though

This was me inside at this moment when I read it, I'm not joking 😂

Love the last fragment when we have a conversation. Ernie seems to genuinely worry about me and I can see a bit of a difference in his character. I don't know if you've mentioned it in send fragments or you just told me, but there is that different atmosphere to him when we're alone, in such rare moments. Lovely 💜

And yeah, just on a walk, walk to my home to peep on me!

#this fragment is long!#but so good!#revenge corner

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garden-bug · 1 year ago

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ABOUT ME 🐞🦟🐛🪲🐜🪳🦋🪰🦗🐝

I am garden-bug and you can refer to me as such. I love bugs big and small but mostly big (unless I have a microscope handy which I literally don't guys I don't have a microscope). My favourite insects are praying mantids or ants and I have written too many essays that talk about ant symbolism.

I am a literature student and literature analysis is not my degree it is my lifestyle.

I am multi fandom. I will list fandoms I engage with, my takes and my fics below:

Star Wars

OG Trilogy: Amazing incredible

Prequels: Flawed but culturally relevant

Sequels: 💀💀

The Mandalorian: Seasons 1 & 2 changed my life but none as much as season 3 which I was so appalled by that I spent the summer of 2023 rewriting

Ahsoka: 💀💀

Thrawn 1st 2 trilogies: Literally space Sherlock Holmes I love the Thrawn trilogies (haven't read the original yet I know shock horror but idt I'd cope)

Clone Wars: Very cool, Ahsoka my beloved. Darth Maul.

Anything not mentioned I either haven't seen, abhorred, or forgot what happened in.

My other takes:

New Star Wars is kinda… trash??

I do not like Dave Filoni's writing or his mando-verse or whatever he's calling it.

Ezra and Thrawn space adventures forever in our hearts 💔

Thrawn is an anti-villain guys.

Ships:

I wish I could ship Shin x Sabine but I've seen brick walls with more chemistry.

Thranto

DINLUKE!!!

My Fics:

Mandalorian S3 (+ Ahsoka series rewrite):

Force-school crack fic:

One Piece

I am on WATER SEVEN! I love Franky with my whole life and Iceberg is a beautiful man. Finished Dressrosa for Doflamingo and Law and Corazon. I cried. I’m kind of skipping around honestly because I’ve pretty much had everything spoiled I just pick an episode and go.

Ships

Zolu and Lawlu on the aroace spectrum my beloved 💞💞

Not been convinced by Zosan...

FROBIN!!

Oh my god dofuwani

Other takes:

I LOVE OPLA! It stole my heart. OPLA cast my beloved. So good. Amazing. Even my mum loved it.

Yes it’s a little different to the manga/anime and misses some details, but I think it does a brilliant job for what it is, capturing the essence of One Piece and making it more accessible to a wider audience. You would not catch my mum watching the anime that’s all I’m saying.

Crocodad/Crocomom is real idc

The one piece is real

My fics:

This was meant to be a silly genderbend dofuwani fic but it derailed significantly. Now it’s like 30k, Croco’s got a traumatic backstory, Luffy abandonment complex origin story *spoilers: crocomom*, Doffy has some gender realisations, fem dofuwani has taken over my brain like a fungus, it’s also somehow just really really fun to write.

Death Note

I don't interact with this fandom much because my takes are shaped by my AU so I literally relate to nothing. Death Note has be in a constant choke-hold just always like it’s always there in the back of my mind. I think it made me who I am. Uhh help.

Ships:

Not a lawlight shipper. Light was mean and evil and L deserved better 11yr old me was distraught and my feelings have never changed.

L x Lola (OC)

In my AU Near and Mello are raised as siblings so their ship kinda freaks me out.

Idc abt Matt I never even wrote him into my fic (rip).

Mello x Halle my beloved. I love when two bisexuals fall in love.

Other takes:

The manga is better.

The anime deserves a re-adaptation??

Near is my absolute favourite fictional character ever (genuinely do not know why huh) he is so annoying and I adore him.

Mello didn't die what L and Lola saved him.

My Fics:

I wrote this when I was 12 but it is the basis for my AU and deserves all the honorary mentions:

Jujutsu Kaisen

WHAT THE FUCK -

My fics:

Cosy one-shots basically:

Bungou Stray Dogs

Chaos shambled disarray that somehow I enjoy.

Pisses me off but it has its moments.

Ships:

Sokoku is my all time absolute favourite ship ever of all time. Yeah no it still is I just checked.

My fics:

Dazai and Chuuya get hit by a tsunami oh no they have to face their tumultuous feelings for each other (spiral) and accidentally adopt/rescue a small child:

Ninjago

JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AORUND AN D SHPIN -

I love Ninjago. Lloyd my beloved. Zane is me fr.

Ships:

Jaya

Zane/Pixal

Kai/Skylor

Llorumi is a NO Harumi is an irredeemable monster and you cannot convince me otherwise. My sweet Lloyd deserves better.

I don't ship any of the ninja with each other ESPECIALLY not with Lloyd the age thing is a mess.

Images used in the ninjago memes are from Pinterest and saved to this board under the ‘I’m gonna make memes’ section: https://pin.it/4rN3gIj

#blog intro #star wars #one piece #ninjago #jujutsu kaisen #death note #ao3 fanfic

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haegeumi · 1 year ago

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u know what sol. u fucking know what. STAND UP BC WE'RE ABT TO FIGHT RN. WHAT THE FUCKK HOW DARE U DROP THIS OUT OF NOWHERE DO U WANT TO KILL ME ??? DO U WANT ME TO SUFFER ?????? IS THAT IT????*(&$??*&?^$*(

i actually hate u so much (i love u and i want to kiss u so bad rn wtf how dare u do this to me) what the Fuck. i'm trying so hard to be coherent and yet i am failing miserably bc my hands are shaking the walls are closing in i am blacking out all bc of this fic. my brain feels like soup after readint this and i am not kidding in the slightest

ok. ok ok. the opening scene...Fuck. Me. the tension. it only being them in the office. the way he doesn't move when she tries to shove him away...oh, i'm feeling a little faint bc of that;;;; he's a bit condescending n very mean yet so indifferent and i just. i just. wow. i need vamp soob so fucking bad u don't understand. u will never understand what this fic has done to me

"For a second, he even ponders keeping you for himself." — YES. KEEP ME. JK LOL anyways idk why but this line had my heart pounding. ik a lot of people see soobin as this gentle giant, but there's just something about imagining him having a lil dark side that really gets me going,, a little strangeness. i love slightly odd and morally gray (leaning towards very dark gray) men, they have flavor 😁

OK SO. THE MEETING SCENE??? JUMPING OFF A BUILDING RN ACTUALLY;;;; i can't. i just fucking can't. the way he crowds her against the podium, the way he says “Have I… done anything… dangerous, to you?” FUCK YOUUUUUU I'M SO FUCKING INSANE. WHAT THE FUC K. obsessed with the fact that mc tries to hide her infatuation with him, only for him to so easily place it and use it against her...and then. oh god. and then. fuck. he. he. he-

“Aren’t you curious, bunny?” — panties were dropped. gasps were gasped. goosebumps were goosebumped. i genuinely stopped breathing and had to set my phone down to process this sentence. i like. would die if someone called me bunny u don't understand. and thinking about soobin to be the one to do that?? fuck me i have one foot in the grave rn,, and then he goes on to be condescending again and has the audacity to ask mc if she's embarrassed for being turned on and i can't. oh my fuckingg god i think i'm dying. like actually.

u should've seen my face when i saw the implied aphrodisiacs warning. u should've seen my face again when it actually happened. wow. wow, sol. do you like making go insane? do you enjoy it? i hope u do because I Am Going Batshit Insane Right Now. and then he starts coddling her?? telling her that she's okay and that he'll take care of her????????????? bye. goodbye cruel world. now, i am not a dom soob truther (as i have mentioned before), but you are one of the few writers on this hellsite that makes it work and then some. i loveee the way he makes her say what she wants, it's my favorite thing in the world,, the way he watches her grow more and more desperate with each word, how her body is being affected,,,,,,,,,,,,yeah. Yeah. that's my shit right there. and then he makes her cum and then fills her up as she does?????? sol i want ur brain so bad can i borrow it for a day?? i cannot get over how u write smut; it never gets old, it's never repetitive, and it always has me yearning for all of these things to happen to me. like. @ the universe: put me in coach!!! i'm ready!!!!!!

the ending. ahaha, i am soooooo normal and fine and normal and completely okay. soooo okay rn. really. trust me, i am. totally not shaking and yearning and crying over how i want to be mated and owned by an evil fucking vampire. not at all 🤣🤣🤣

i just realized how much i wrote and i am sorry about that (no i'm not)...thank u for writing this delicious fic, sol. u are a genius and i will never get enough of ur writing Ever <3

Just A Taste

♫: 28 Reasons, Seulgi // Sacrifice, Enhypen // Hush, Ari Abdul // Oh my god, (G)I-DLE

“Sometimes, the best things are hidden in plain sight; all you need to do is give in to the chase."

vampire!soobin x fem!reader

Genre: supernatural au, office au, smut. pwp.

Word count: 9.8k

Warnings (for both the story and smut, it all blends together idk): barely edited. power imbalance oou… soobin’s a little evil and manipulative. And obsessive (severely). They have a bit of a predator/prey relationship idk how to explain it 😭😭 mentions of blood/drinking blood, soobin has like. inhuman strength. dom!soobin, sub!reader, bit of a fear kink? for both of them? dubcon, also scent kink for soobin, pet names, (bunny, bun, pet) humiliation kink ig, manhandling, dacryphilia, biting (whaaat??), implied aphrodisiacs, thigh riding, dumbification, praise, subspace…? multiple orgasms, degrading, strength kink, begging, use of restraints, breast play, fingering, orgasm control, cum eating, finger sucking, pain kink for the mc tbh… brief male masturbation? Soobin is big mwuah, unprotected sex, possessiveness, claiming/mating?, overstimulation, creampie, mc briefly blacks out lol, lmk if i missed anything..

notes: starting october with this absolute banger that was sent in quite a while ago. this story is teetering on the darker side, so please read the warnings carefully before you read!

Soobin, who is alluring and intimidating yet strange all at once— a bit standoffish yet charismatic, a total enigma to his coworkers. There’s something off about him, yet no one can really pinpoint what it is; he’s just too good at acting normal— at acting human.

Soobin, who immediately takes an interest in his meek and evasive coworker who just transferred into his department, who always seems to be tense and even afraid when he enters the same room— naturally, his curiosity wants him to find out why.

You’re smarter than Soobin gives you credit for; because the moment you stepped into the office for the first time, taking in the new environment and its people, you immediately knew there was something wrong about the head of the department— but, instead of brushing it aside like everyone else, you stood by your gut feelings.

A terrible choice, really.

Because after a particularly busy evening for you, you quickly found yourself staying after hours in the office, glued to your chair and zoned out as you finished the countless tasks that were suddenly piled onto you— little did you know, it had all been on purpose.

From the privacy of his office, Soobin watched you carefully; could it be possible you caught on? Was there a reason you never wanted to be alone with him, never afraid to show the skeptic look in your eyes the moment he tried to be friendly and approach you? It’s not that Soobin hadn’t tried to dissuade your clear distrust in him— but it never worked, and most times he found that it only made things worse for him in the end.

Normally, he would let it be— so what if you find him strange? Everyone in this office does; though he pretends otherwise, he’s fully aware of the comments they’ve all made of him— yet it never fazes him.

You however, seem to be a completely different case; he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this way about a human, never the type to give into his carnal desires unless absolutely necessary— even then, he’s always sure to give his prey mercy before feasting, only taking enough to satiate his hunger.

Maybe it has to do with the way your heart seems to beat a little faster around him, your eyes stricken with a subconscious fear that sharply contrasts your cold and indifferent attitude toward him, never batting an eye yet trying to hide the way your hands seem to shake when he gets even slightly close.

Poor little thing— in your attempts to distance yourself from him, you’ve only piqued his interest further.

Because as Soobin sneaks yet another glance at you, watching your every mannerism with hungry eyes, he’s found himself realizing that your fear is quite addicting.

With one last reassurance that the office is empty, Soobin makes his move.

You don’t hear his office door open; you don’t hear his footsteps approaching you, don’t even feel his presence as he stands behind you, quietly watching the way your fingers fly across your keyboard in an eager attempt to finish your last task of the day.

“Shouldn’t you be home by now,” Soobin fights the urge to smile as he watches the way you practically jump out of your seat, twisting around violently to look at him— the way you curl into yourself slightly isn’t lost upon him, “___?”

The way your name rolls off his tongue is dangerous; it’s perfect and addicting, just like the quick beating of your heart and your eyes that widen slightly as you realize who is currently towering over you— you seem unsure of what to say as you stutter your response to him, and Soobin has to resist the urge to coo softly at the way your hands grip onto your seat a bit tighter, your eyes glued to an unknown point behind him as you speak.

“I’m almost done, I’ll be leaving soon.” you say, biting your lip as you wait anxiously for his response; though you’ve always tried to seem flippant and indifferent in front of him, you can’t control the way your weakness leaks through you as you realize where you are— in the office, alone, cornered.

A moment passes. Soobin has yet to say anything, and despite your instincts telling you not to, you’re nervous enough to look up at him, trying to gauge his reaction through his expression.

His eyes lock onto yours immediately.

You’ve never gotten a good look at his face before; every time he’d walk into the same room as you, you’d make it a point to avoid him entirely— but now, as you really begin to take him in, you realize with a slight dread that he’s incredibly handsome— you think you know why your coworkers were so eager to dismiss any strange behavior from him now.

“There we go,” he smiles, his plump lips stretching into a smile; his teeth are perfect and shine even under the old lights of the office, and you can feel yourself shrinking slightly as you take in his smile— oddly dangerous, your eyes falling onto his sharp, fang-like teeth that glint at you, the expression more warning than welcoming— and you will yourself to meet his gaze once more, his eyes scrunching up in a way you would’ve considered endearing— but the way his eyes flash isn’t lost upon you, and you can practically feel your heart stopping at the sight.

“You’re finally looking at me.”

That wasn’t normal. Normal people can’t do what he just did— they can’t make their pupils glint with the same, sharp crimson that Soobin’s just did, taking in your reaction with a dark desire— no, if it weren’t for the fact that Soobin’s mere presence was already enough to make your hair raise like a frightened cats, you would’ve had half the mind to blame it on your tired brain.

“What was that?” you ask quietly, not trusting your voice to be any louder as you scoot your chair away from him slightly— a horrible choice on your part, leaving you more pressed into the desk and as a result, more trapped.

You think you might have lost your mind as you watch Soobin tilt his head, eyes almost transforming and turning into something more sweet and innocent, round and sparkling under the old office lights as he pouts slightly; a total change from the man seconds before, and you would almost begin to wonder if your mind really was playing tricks on you, if not for the subtle twitch of his lips as he takes in your befuddled expression.

“What are you hiding,” you say, your voice becoming stern as you finally decide to take a leap of faith; you’ve had enough of cowering in suspicion, beliefs that only grow stronger as you stand, taking in Soobin’s amused expression as he watches your brave front.

“What do you mean?” he asks, still pretending to be clueless as he takes in your accusatory tone with a raise of his brow.

“You… you’re not normal,” you feel a bit ridiculous the moment you say it out loud, but the way the man before you only begins to smile blatantly spurs you on, “You don’t have to hide from me— I’m not stupid.”

“And what will you do about it?” He asks, and it’s only then that you feel your streak of courage begin to fade; he’s taken slow, deliberate steps toward you, and before you can stop it, he’s got you pressed against the desk— hands on either side of you, arms caging you in as he looms over you dangerously, “Will you tell the others?”

You freeze as he begins to lean towards you— you’ve gone in total panic mode, unsure of what to say or do as you merely stand helpless to him, feeling a primal fear take over you as your poor heart beats harder against your chest— Soobin’s lips are near your ear, the soft huff he lets out in amusement defeating to you.

Slowly, he begins to lean down lower— you don’t know what his intentions are or what he may do, but all you know is that you can’t remain still any longer— his breath fans across the exposed skin of your neck, and your eyes widen as you feel his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, razor sharp and threatening as he threatens to carve a path down the column of your neck; like instinct, your fists come up to push against his chest, using your full strength to push him away in a rush of adrenaline.

Except, it doesn’t work.

Soobin remains still. Entirely. He doesn’t budge, doesn’t move an inch, even when you continue to punch at him, even beginning to kick at him when that doesn’t work— still, he remains unfazed, still as stone as you continue to try and get him off you.

Before you can even process it, his hands fly up to catch your own; his grip is bruising, and you can’t control the pained yelp that escapes you from how tightly he’s got you in his grasp. His strength… is inhuman. Helplessly, you meet his eyes.

“How cute.”

He smiles, and there they are again— his sharp fangs, his eyes that seem to glow threateningly at you, and his bruising strength that makes you wonder if he’ll shatter your hands— except, this time, it all seems to piece together, your mouth falling open as you begin to conclude the impossible.

“Your heart might explode at this point,” he mutters indifferently, eyes darting down to your chest that rises and falls with rapid, panicked breaths, “What’s going on in that darling brain of yours? You seem so, so afraid.”

“What…” Your words seem to die on your tongue as you thrash weakly in his grip, attempting one last time to escape before you finally give up, discouraged as you try to continue to seem brave, even if Soobin sees right through it, “What are you…?”

Soobin grins.

“Now you’re asking the right questions.”

♡♡♡

Your requests to transfer departments have been denied. All of them.

Not a day has gone by where you feel safe in the office since then. Of course, there’s no way Soobin would do anything— not in such a public setting at least, where he’s vulnerable to exposing his real identity.

That still didn’t stop you from avoiding him— if anything, your attitude toward him only became more blatant ever since that fateful night— and though you wish you could say it worked out well for you, you know that’s a lie. All it got you was more questions from your coworkers and rumors that stirred up about the two of you— whether it was a secret vendetta or a soured relationship, you think you’ve heard it all.

“What is it about him that you just don’t like?” they would ask, nosy as ever as you simply tried to laugh it off and deny your behavior— if you told them the truth, what would they even say? How would they react?

“Why… are you telling me this?” you had asked him, sitting back against the desk in order to not fall— your legs were weak and you’re sure they would buckle the moment you tried to stand, eyes teary and giving away your fear as you stared up at Soobin.

“Because,” he laughed, the sound soft and breathy as he looked down at you, his tongue running along the top row of his perfect, razor sharp teeth; the sight was enough to make you shiver.

“No one will believe you.”

You haven’t allowed yourself near Soobin’s presence since then. Haven’t looked in his direction, haven’t gone near him, always sure to give him a wide berth whenever he’s in the same room as you, eager to show him that you don’t tolerate his presence and that you refuse to acknowledge him, no matter how… terrifying and threatening he might be.

Throughout the time that has passed since his confession and now, he’s taken every subtle change of yours with great interest— any change of expression, change of behavior, change of feelings, he’s taken note of it all.

Recently, he’s taken note of your heartbeat. The sound is usually very jarring to him the moment he senses you; always rapid and panicked, even more so once you realize he’s nearby— and he’s found himself searching for the sound more often than not, beginning to seek you out even if you may not realize it.

Though Soobin has noticed something different these days— at first, he thought he was imagining it, that it was just his deprived brain coming to conclusions that simply weren’t there, but the more he paid attention to it, the more he noticed it.

Your heartbeat has changed. It was miniscule at first, something so minute and subtle that if Soobin hadn’t spent most of his working hours paying attention to the sound of your heart, he could have missed it. But he didn’t, and the sound only became more and more blatant to him the more time passed.

Your heartbeat wasn’t the only thing that changed. Slowly, you changed as well. He wasn’t stupid; he wasn’t ignorant to the way you began sneaking glances at him, observing him when you thought he was unaware— but when it comes to you, he pays more attention than he lets on— and if were to say that he didn’t notice the way you’ve began to study him with a subtle curiosity, that would be a downright lie.

Soobin finds your act of bravery very cute.

So, when the news is delivered that you would be presenting the monthly report of the company’s revenue to the higher ups, you think you felt your legs give out on you— Soobin could only watch with amusement from his office as you sat at your desk, a troubled expression on your face and your lips stuck in a pout as you chewed on your bottom lip like a habit— a habit Soobin had come to be jealous of, slowly finding himself craving to be the one to sink his teeth into you.

Soobin isn’t one to feed whenever a craving arises; he only does it when absolutely necessary, finding perfect victims before he swoops in and takes his fill— always enough to satisfy himself, but never enough to hurt.

His methods had been enough to have him survive and live a normal life, unlike those who jumped at the chance to fill a simple craving like beasts. So, being around you was both thrilling and dangerous— he found himself unable to control his thoughts the longer he remained around you, wondering what it would be like when he finally got his hands on you, wondering if you’d be willing to submit to him and let him use you as necessary.

For a second, he even ponders keeping you for himself.

♡♡♡

It’s late at night when you’re finally forced to present, the timing odd and unfortunate as you were told by your supervisors that “it was the only time that worked best.” The sentence was enough to have you irritated by the time the hour came along, forced to stay in your office long after everyone else had left before you finally made your way towards the presentation room on the top floor.

It was eerily quiet and empty as you made your way up, save for a janitor here and there or another employee that was finally leaving after their overtime; you had five minutes left before you had to present, and you could feel anxiety building up inside you as you shifted your weight on your uncomfortable heels— you had been wearing the uniform for so long that you couldn’t wait for the second you could go home and change.

Your heels clicked against the tiles of the floor, your hands gripping tightly onto the papers and laptop in your arms as you took in how many people were in the room; it wasn’t as much as you expected, but their power and positions had been enough to scare you straight as you enter slowly, closing the door behind you with a soft click as you greet them politely.

Your smile falters as you spot Soobin at the end of the meeting table, leaning back against his seat with a bored expression.

The meeting room feels a lot smaller than it did before; you feel suffocated and on edge as your eyes meet his, feeling stiff as you slowly make your way to the podium. You’re quick to look away, eyes glued to the floor as you clear your throat nervously; even now, you can feel his eyes burning into your skin.

Soobin can feel his desire burning stronger the longer he looks at you; he’s able to take you in properly, no longer able to hide or run away as you push through the presentation, the polite smile you keep on your face professional despite the rapid beating of your heart. Soobin can feel it all— he’s trying so hard to keep his instincts under control, but you make it so difficult as you remain nervous and skittish before him, eyes meeting his as he becomes unable to hold back the smile that spreads on his face.

You feel oddly cornered; you’re surrounded by people, but it feels like it’s just you and Soobin as you watch him flash you a smile, dangerous and terrifying as you take in the way his sharp teeth manage to stick out, even at a distance— you can’t help but feel as though you need to run away and hide.

It’s always expected to stay back and wait for everyone to leave after you’ve presented; so that’s exactly what you do, head ducked down as you pretend as though the idle screen of your computer is much more interesting than your supervisors that file out and chat amongst themselves. Biting your lip, you try to ignore the way you can practically feel Soobin’s presence as he comes closer— you’re eerily aware of the way it’s just the two of you now, the heavy door clicking shut after the last person that left.

Your attempt to ignore him until the very end is almost cute to Soobin. He can’t help but let out a breathy laugh as he watches the way you flinch, figure becoming tense as you take in the way he comes up behind you, looking over your shoulder to see what could possibly be taking up your attention like this.

“Well done,” Soobin says, his voice smooth as ever as he takes in the way you shiver slightly, “your presentation was quite impressive.”

All you can do is let out a soft thank you, hoping your uninterested tone and closed off posture is enough to shake him off— but of course it’s not, and you’re practically scared to breathe as you hear the man take a step closer to you, your jaw clenching as you feel his head hovering over your shoulder.

“Is something wrong? You look a little… tense.”

You’re shutting your laptop and ready to exit in the blink of an eye— but before you can even take a step towards the exit, you’re being pulled back, pushed against the podium and shrinking against it as you meet Soobin’s gaze.

“Please, leave me alone.”

There it is— the look Soobin has desperately been craving, eyes darkening at the way you stare up at him, meekly masked with a brave front as your eyes give away your true emotions; he inhales slowly, and he can practically drown in the way your scent changes at his proximity, the once sweet and alluring smell now intense and intoxicating, the twinge of something new piquing his interest as he finds himself stuck on it, unsure of what it may be.

“Have I done something wrong? It seems that you didn’t like me from the very start,” Soobin’s act of innocence is far from amusing to you. You’re unsure of what response he could possibly be looking for as he stares at you expectantly, pouty lips and round eyes a contrast to the true identity he revealed to you long ago.

“You know what it is,” you say, finding yourself unable to make space between you and Soobin as you press yourself further against the podium, “You— you’re not… human. You’re dangerous, I don’t want you near me.”

Your words are enough to have Soobin’s brows raising in surprise— the sudden confrontational tone you’ve taken on is quite surprising, and he finds himself oddly satisfied with the way your heart rate slowly begins to change, your scent going from something more panicked and sharp to something that practically makes Soobin dizzy— he has to hold himself back from getting lost in it as he smiles softly at you.

“Dangerous?” he repeats, though he doesn’t seem to be offended by the word as he slowly begins to lean in; of course, you lean away in response, but it only gives you so much space before you’re craning your neck back awkwardly, leaving you in a vulnerable position as Soobin eyes it carefully.

“Have I… done anything… dangerous, to you?”

Soobin’s voice is barely above a whisper; if you weren’t so focused on his every word, you could have missed it.

You gulp; Soobin’s eyes flicker down from yours, and you can feel yourself shiver at the realization that he’s staring at your neck. His words ring out in your head again, and you feel yourself tensing from a threat that seems to be hidden behind it all.

“You know I wouldn’t hurt you...” Your eyes are widening at his confession. There’s an unknown emotion swimming in Soobin’s eyes, and you can feel your hands cramping from how hard you’ve been gripping the edges of the podium behind you.

His eyes flicker back up.

You can feel yourself get transported back to the lonely day at the office, the scene eerily familiar as you take in the way his pupils become dilated, an intense glow of crimson swimming within as you find yourself unable to look away; the sight is almost alluring, and you realize with a heavy dread that Soobin is holding back— from what exactly, you’re unsure.

“You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?” he asks softly; you’re brought back to your senses as he leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear as he speaks, the deep rumble of his voice sending shivers through your spine, “I’ve noticed it all— especially the way your heart and body reacts to me now. Was it fun, pretending to hate me?”

Everything is so overwhelming. It feels as though your head is underwater as your mouth parts, unsure of what Soobin is going on about— you practically jump at the feeling of his hand landing on your waist, cold and big as his thumb gently caresses the spot.

“Aren’t you curious, bunny?” he asks, and you don’t realize that your eyes have been shut tight until you feel him pull away, confused by the sudden absence of his presence.

He seems to be lost in thought; his chest heaves with a deep breath— once, twice, his eyes fluttering shut in concentration— then he sighs, eyes slowly opening and a smile twitching at his mouth, lips slowly being stretched into a grin. He looks at you, at your cowering figure, your pounding heart, and your scent infused with a certain twinge he realizes he’s very familiar with— just, not familiar smelling it from you.

“You’re enjoying this,” your scent is thick and heavy, settling deep into his head and leaving him intoxicated from the realization that you’re aroused, face heating up and expression dropping with horror at his words; it’s no question, especially with the way your lips press together to withhold a weak whimper, “aren’t you?”

When you push Soobin off this time, he lets you; he stumbles back and watches the way you shake your head frantically, as if that could deny the way the way you have yet to run away, the way your scent only grows tenfold at the way he takes slow, deliberate steps towards you— your face is flushed and your legs tremble pathetically as you step back from him, walking along the long table as he only steps towards you in response.

“I’m— I’m not, you’re—” you can’t even seem to finish your words, mind blanking and eyes becoming glassy as he realizes that you’re embarrassed; he coos softly at the realization, reaching out teasingly to grab you, laughing heartily at the way you yelp and flinch away— as though he were something you should be guilty of being attracted to, as if the way you were feeling was dangerous.

And maybe it was.

“Are you embarrassed?” he coos softly, lips pouting as he looks at you with pity; you’re running out of room, about to go around the table and inevitably make your way back around to the exit— but not if Soobin can help it, eager to not let you out of his clutches this time as he rushes over to you; he’s grabbing your waist and pinning you against the windows of the meeting room in the blink of an eye, taking in the way you squeal in surprise and brace your hands against his chest— your heart is pounding at a harsh pace, a stark contrast to the way you feel nothing at all under your palms that press against the firm muscles of Soobin’s chest.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he sighs, pressing you flush against the windows and watching the way your eyes screw shut, attempting to curl in on yourself as you press your thighs together tightly; the sound of your tights rubbing together is almost deafening to Soobin, and his fingers dig just a bit deeper into the flesh of your hips, as though he were holding himself back.

“It’s normal to feel this way, you know,” he coaxes you softly, whispering soft reassurances as he runs his hands up and down your sides, smoothing the fabric of your clothes and running down your tight mini-skirt; feeling the way your thighs tremble as his fingers skirt along the material that covers it, blunt nails scratching your flesh and pulling the sheer cloth along.

“You’re so tense, bunny,” he mourns, feeling the way your breath hitches as his hands move— one pressing against the small of your back harshly, the other grabbing at the back of your thigh in attempts to press you closer against him, caging you in entirely; your back is arching and your head is involuntarily tilting back as your neck is bared to him; through wet lashes and wide, doe eyes, you finally look up at him.

“Don’t be scared,” he breathes out, his hand trailing up your thigh, cold palm smoothing the material of your tights, ruthless against the cloth of your skirt as he drags it along— hand hitching on your shirt and tugging it up slightly, your chest rising sharply with the breath you take as he brushes up, up the delicate column of your neck until he’s got your chin in his palm— fingers digging into the plush of your cheeks, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as he smiles— it’s sweet, it’s dark, it’s predatory, and it sends a lick of fire down your body.

“I’ll take good care of you.”

When Soobin begins to lean closer, you don’t flinch away; your mind blanks and your lips part expectantly, pulse still quick and afraid under Soobin’s fingers that press against your neck, just under your jawline— and your eyes flutter shut, delicate lashes decorated with tears that wet your skin, a dark facade that only spurs Soobin on more— he’s finally got you under him, and it’s just as thrilling as he imagined.

When he kisses you, it’s gentle. He’s treating you like a fragile thing, testing the waters, waiting for you to respond to the way his plush lips press against yours, sighing in content the moment you do; your hands still shake against him though, unsure of what to do with them, only making Soobin hold back a groan at the way you grab onto the clean, pressed shirt the moment he slips his tongue past your lips, tasting you with such eagerness that you’re left breathless.

You’re shocked stiff when you feel it; his teeth, razor sharp and cautious, grazing along your bottom lip. The whimper you let out does nothing to distract Soobin from sensing the way your scent spikes, dense and rushing to his head as he does the only thing he knows how to do; his teeth sink into your swollen bottom lip, ripping a pained moan from you as your hands panic and press against his chest— but he stays there, feeling his fangs sink into the flesh, feeling the way blood pools around the wound and onto your mouth, on his teeth— he’s just as quick to pull them out, his hand that was once on your jaw traveling to the back of your head in a haste; eager to keep you close, tilting your head up and keeping your mouth parted as you simply allow him to lick and suck at the blood, to kiss you as though he could die any moment now.

It doesn’t hurt after a moment— that much surprises you, the only pain you feel coming from your burning lungs, from the need to be parted and breathe— but Soobin has deemed you his oxygen, his life force, reluctant to part even as you whine and plead quietly under him; after a moment, he finally gives in to your weak cries.

The string of saliva that connects you two is stained red; just like Soobin’s lips, and undoubtedly your own as well. His teeth are stained and your blood continues to fill your mouth, the taste metallic and strong as you try to regain your breath— slowly, your lip begins to feel strange, a tingling sensation running from your wound to your tongue, through the blood you swallow and into your system; your eyes widen, and Soobin merely looks at you with a knowing smile.

“What’s happening to me?” you ask softly, hands trailing up his chest to get purchase on his shoulders, broad and stable as you hold onto them like a lifeline— your body feels warm, your head is fogging, and your wound no longer stings— but the blood still dribbles out of it, far too much for you to keep up with it as you swallow continuously— and the feeling only worsens, until your thighs shake and Soobin’s touch suddenly feels much, much warmer.

“I feel— I feel…” you’re not sure how to describe this feeling; all you know is that you’re pulling Soobin back in for a kiss, fingers threading into his soft hair and tugging desperately to feel his tongue against yours again; to feel the way it runs along your bites soothingly, whimpering softly and being met with a soft groan in response; your taste, something Soobin once thought would be the thing to finally satiate him, is something he simply cannot get enough of.

“Feel weird, bun?” he asks softly, pulling away and cooing at the way you cry at the loss of him, “I know, I know— let me make it feel better, okay?”

Your form is no longer curled up in a desperate attempt to close yourself off; you’re no longer trying to hide the way your panties stick to you and your stomach burns with a strong desire, the window suddenly cold against you as you allow Soobin to press more against you, to place a thigh in between your legs, firm and thick as he goes up, up, and against your cunt— you practically keen at the feeling.

“It’s okay bunny, you’re okay,” Soobin says softly, both his hands finding themselves on your hips as he presses you against him; cute skirt now ruffled just under his hands, showcasing your sheer tights and your lace panties that are completely soaked; soft cunt grinding against his thigh, leaving a mess of slick arousal that only serves to spur the both of you more— your scent invading Soobin’s senses shamelessly, just as shameless as the sounds you let out, hips angling so that your clit can rub against the harsh muscle of his thighs.

He clenches and jolts the muscle against you. You’re left to weakly hold onto him, a hand on his forearm while the other is placed on top of his own hand, gaze going down to watch the way you rut against him stupidly— harsh pants leaving you as you watch your panties become soiled, your tights suddenly a lot thicker as they impede you from really feeling him— but you push the thought aside in favor of looking back up at him, unable to hide the shiver that wracks through you at the realization that he was already watching your face intently.

“Feels good?” he asks, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes, gauging your expression carefully— you nod frantically, attempting to say something, only for it to be cut off by a choked moan— Soobin has pressed your cunt flush against his thigh, forcing you to a slow grind that threatens your folds to spill out your underwear, the dirty sounds of your tights rubbing against the fabric of his pristine, smooth dress pants enough to have your face burning— and Soobin revels in the shame that it brings you, taking in the subtle, acidic changes of your scent with a deep inhale— he’s fascinated, and he refuses to let you go until his curiosity is satiated.

“What do you want, bunny?” The nickname affects you, that much he can tell— he holds you tighter, leans in to whisper in your ear, already feeling the way his close proximity is enough to have your heart rate spike, even if just for a second.

“How do you like it, hmmm? Want me to go harder?” his thigh tightens in a truly cruel way, angling it so that you can truly feel the contours of his every muscle— “faster?” and suddenly, you’re nothing but a pretty doll in his arms, his hands guiding your pace so that you’re riding him as recklessly as you want; the mewl you let out is enough to give him the answer he wants, changing his rhythm until he gets a particularly pathetic sound out of you.

“Like this?” He continues his set pace. And you’re shivering, unable to do nothing more than chant yes, yesyesyes, breathless and practically inaudible as you focus on the hot pleasure that you feel; Soobin is busying himself by whispering sweet nothings into your ear, things that would have you gasping and turning into a flustered mess any other day— but here, in these lonely, dark hours, with no one else around, you allow yourself to indulge; allow yourself to nod along to the way he asks if you’ll be a good little pet for him, if you’ll let him use you until he’s satisfied— and it all goes straight to your cunt, bringing a fresh wave of soaking arousal and making the pleasure in your stomach tighten until it’s unbearable.

You’re so close— and you’re quick to let Soobin know, watching your frantic attempts to take over the pace he’s set for you, whining and whimpering weakly as you search for that one thing that will set you off— and Soobin abandons whispering into your ear to place delicate kisses behind it, plush lips trailing down the column as his fingers dig into your hips, pressing you down against him, just like the way his lips trail lower, pressing kiss after kiss until his mouth opens and—

A cry is all you can muster as you fall apart on him. His teeth that grazed the sensitive spot of your neck have since then retreated, and Soobin is quick to sweep back in to steal your lips, pulling you in for a kiss you don’t have the mind to reciprocate; mind emptied, cunt clenching and soaking his pants as you allow him help you to continue riding out your high, whimpering weakly at the way he breaks the kiss to coo soft praise at you.

Come on bunny, let go sweet thing, that’s it, so perfect for me.

You’re not fully there by the time your orgasm has subsided; your mind is just as tingly and foggy as the rest of your body, your movements lethargic as you grab desperately at Soobin— craving nothing else but him, feeling as though the burning of your body can only be cooled by his touch— your eyes are glassy and fucked out as you stare at him, hips moving without you realizing as you silently beg him for more.

Soobin feels as though he could make you cum like this a few more times; entranced with the way your brows furrow and your mouth drops the moment you fall apart, the way your moans become choked and breathless as you ride out your peak— but he’s also undeniably greedy to be inside you, a desire he knows you share, judging by the way your hand has begun to trail down his chest slowly, eyes drifting down to the outline of his hardened cock against his smooth dress pants.

“Please…” you whisper out weakly, looking back at him with a face so pretty and undeniably pathetic that he refuses to hold back any longer— grabbing your hips and turning you two around quickly, forcing you to stumble back until you’re pressed against the table— and it doesn’t end there, letting out a whimper as Soobin hoists you up, the wood cool under your ass as Soobin continues to hover over you with need; you shrink under the intensity of his gaze, feeling your body buzz with a slight fear— and a slight adrenaline.

“What is it?” he asks, voice apathetic as he places a firm hand on your chest; pushing you down slowly, until you’re laying on the table and Soobin has parted your legs with ease to stand in between them; you’re whimpering out half-hearted and incoherent requests that Soobin doesn’t bother paying attention to, the hand on your chest making quick work to unbutton your shirt; low-lidded eyes taking in the cute bra that was hidden beneath, just as lacy and pretty as your panties as he smiles at the sight— your mind sobers for a second as you attempt to cover yourself in embarrassment, but Soobin refuses to let you as he gathers your wrists in his hands and pins them above you. His face is dangerously close to yours as he glares at you.

“Tell me bunny,” he grits out, feeling his clothed bulge press against your warm cunt, tensing at the way your arousal already leaks through the clothing; his hold tightens around your wrists and you squirm, legs locking on his hips as you try to grind your cunt against him— the sight is both endearing and pathetic to him. “I won’t know what you need unless you tell me.”

“Need you, please please, wanna feel you,” you ramble, wrists fighting to get out his grasp as you hips buck under him; your mind has become foggy once more, nothing else but a deep desire in your head that you know only he can satiate— you’re desperate for his touch and he knows it, so to have him deny you like this is nothing short of cruel.

He’s not satisfied by your begging. His face remains stoic as he lets go of your wrists, eyes narrowing at the way you grab onto his sleeves, eyes glassy and fucked over as you cry for him not to leave you like this— your body feels weird, and you just don’t know how to make it go away— you’re trying desperately to tell him what he wants, but nothing seems to work as you run your mouth until you’ve finally pressed the right button.

“Soobin, I— please, feel so weird, just wanna feel you, please help me, please?” your body is restless and you feel as though your heart only beats for the man above you, hot tears spilling from your eyes and running down your face; Soobin is quick to brush them away with gentle hands, shushing you quietly as he pulls at his tie; it was practically suffocating him anyways, and he feels as though he can finally breathe as he finally takes it off— and begins to tie it around your wrists with deft hands, enough for it to restrain you but not enough to hurt— and he’s left with a bit of extra length that allows him to pull your wrists down and flush against your stomach, watching the way your fingers absentmindedly stretch toward him, furthering your attempts to touch him as your rambles continue seamlessly.

“Soobin…” you cry softly, your chest heaving softly, supple skin peeking from your undone shirt, “feels so hot, wan’ your help… need your cock…”

There’s a thin layer of sweat that covers your body; a light sheen that sparkles along your chest and abdomen, hidden by the white, neat shirt that Soobin simply pulls further apart with a rough hand, untucking it haphazardly from your mini-skirt— and you shudder, unable to do nothing more but lay there as you wait for Soobin to do something— a soft cry of his name has him shuddering, dark eyes flickering back to your face as you repeat the pitiful sound.

His name has never sounded sweeter. He’s leaving wet, sloppy kisses along your breasts, free hand shoving the rest of your skirt up and onto your waist roughly— your body jolts from the crude movements, thighs shaking at the way his cool fingers skirt around the inside, drifting closer to where you need him the most, a shuddered sigh escaping you once his cool palm is pressed onto your cunt.

The fire in your body burns brighter. His touch is addicting and the lust that courses through your blood is only amplified by the feeling of him teasingly biting your breasts— never enough to break the skin, but enough to remind you of who he is, of what he’s capable of.

His strength is something you will never be used to— he’s able to rip your tights with a single hand, not flinching at all before he’s moving onto your panties next; the sound of the fabric tearing is eliciting a soft gasp from you, only for it to be replaced with a broken whine as his fingers glide up and down your slit— feeling just how much of a mess you’ve made, soaking his fingers and dripping onto the table as you buck your hips at him desperately— his fingers are wet as they circle your clit slowly, needy whines escaping you at the small stimulation, quietly begging for more— but he simply teases you, dark eyes staring up at your face and drinking every change of your face eagerly.

His fingers slip in so smoothly it makes him let out a soft moan; you’re so wet and tight, needy walls pulsing and sucking him in desperately, your cries still broken as you try to grind your hips against his two fingers, long and calculated as he presses along your walls, curling curiously and searching for the spot that will have you weak beneath him— and he finds it in no time, a long moan escaping you the moment the pads of his fingers press against it, curling and uncurling, watching the way your legs shake and jump at the sensation with a wicked grin; he’s pumping his fingers into you, adding another finger in, stretching you out until you feel as though you can’t handle anymore— and he tugs at your restraints teasingly, looking down at the way your nails dig into your palm and your arms become stiff from the pleasure— it only takes the feeling of his palm pressing against your clit for your breaths to pick up and become frantic.

“Soobin— Soobin please, ah— so– so close, gonna cum, ngh—” you’re thrashing under him, the pleasure so intense that you’re fighting against his restraints, head turning to the side as though you could hide your face from him, “please, need it, need t’cum, fuck…!”

You’re breathless and on the verge of tears, and Soobin takes it all in eagerly; he watches the way your face twists with pleasure, the way your arousal has soaked his hand and leaves your tight-covered thighs slick, and he feels the way your walls begin to tighten around him, so close, so impossibly close— he just needs to grind his palm against your clit a little harder, harshen his thrust so that your sweet spot is abused and you’re left a wailing mess, maybe bite at your skin teasingly, a promise for what’s to come—

But he doesn’t. He does the exact opposite of that, watching as your eyes widen and a broken look of realization dawns on your lips, eyes cloudy and filled with tears that refuse to spill; your voice is defeated and breaks with every frantic plea, your hips bucking desperately to try and get that fleeting pleasure Soobin is now denying you.

“No, nononono,” you babble, hiccuping softly as you screw your eyes shut, tears finally escaping you at the action, “noooo, please don’t stop— close, was so close to….”

Your words are interrupted by a soft sob that escapes you, your mind and body so desperate for pleasure that you feel as though your whole life-force is being taken away; your soft pleas blend together as you stare up at Soobin with pathetic eyes, hands that were once closed shut now stretching out to try and reach for him— but he refuses, staring down at your broken form with a blank face.

Soobin is quick to shut up your slurred pleas; his fingers are slipping out your cunt, dripping and shining with your slick arousal as he brings them up to your face— slapping softly at your cheek, watching the way your cum smothers over the soft skin and your mouth opens without much of a thought— your lips are tempting and pretty as they wrap around his fingers, a shiver running through his body at the feeling of your warm tongue running along the soiled skin, tasting yourself and letting out a soft moan; hazy eyes staring up at him, ruined cunt still bucking up at him subtly, as though tempting him to finish what he started.

And that’s exactly what he’ll do— his fingers are slow to slip out of your mouth, watching the dumbed out expression on your face as he does so— and his hand is trailing back down your body, brushing over the exposed skin with your spit-soaked fingers, not stopping until he’s back down at your pretty cunt.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, bunny,” he says softly, his thumb going to rub gentle circles on your clit, his index and middle finger running up and down your folds— his other hand has abandoned your restraints, and you attempt to sit up slightly as you watch him undo his pants— unbuckling his belt and letting it and hang loose, undoing his jeans with haste and letting them lay low on his hips, his hand disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers— and you can only let out a whimper at the sight of him finally pulling his cock out, long and thick with a flushed tip, leaking so much precum that you wish nothing more than to clean him up nicely with your tongue.

The pressure on your clit is becoming harsher; he’s building you up again, watching with apathetic eyes as your sounds begin to pick up again, still tense from your previous, ruined orgasm. You shake your head at the feeling, whining that it’s unfair, don’t wanna cum like this— need you inside, need your cock, pleaasee— god—

But he doesn’t stop— he’s stroking his cock at the same pace he’s set for you, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist going straight to your head, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming sight before you, nimble fingers swiping over his tip to collect his leaking arousal— and you’re close again, you don’t think you’ll be able to stop it this time, even if he pulls away, even if he tells you not to—

Soobin lets you cum this time. He watches the way your eyes widen and your mouth falls open with shock, his face twisting into concentration as he lets you cum on the head of his cock, pressing it in and breaching your walls just before you hit your peak— and you feel stretched, you feel full, helpless cries escaping you as he begins to thrust the rest of his length into your clenching walls, hands unsure of what to hang onto before you’re able to grab a bit of his shirt— and you’re pulling much harder than expected, eyes widening as you watch a few of his buttons pop off, not able to focus too much on it due to the feeling of his thick, pulsing cock entering you with every clench of your walls.

Your chest heaves in attempts to calm yourself down— his shirt is twisted in your fingers, but it’s not enough to ground you as you feel the way his length curves into you, pressing against the abused and sensitive spot that has you keening and clenching around him, shaky legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer— and he’s hovering over you, supporting himself with a forearm by your head as the other holds onto your waist.

He begins to move— it’s slow and subtle, starting at nothing but a grind of his hips as he feels the way your hot walls adjust around him, squeezing and fluttering and expanding, all as you try to take in his impressive size— then he pulls out slowly, feeling the way your cunt attempts to protest the action, your eyes rolling back at the way you feel every detail of him, pulling all the way out until the only thing left is his tip that catches on your entrance, the rest of his length covered in your shared arousal.

Soobin remains there for a second; deep breaths fanning against your skin as he closes his eyes in concentration, willing himself to not cum at the feeling of you, the sight of you underneath him, the sounds that are panted and whined directly against the shell of his ear.

Without warning, his hips snap back against yours— the action is sudden and has your body sliding up the table slightly, only to be brought back down by Soobin, who wraps the length of his tie around his hand and pulls you back against him— burying himself deeper into you, feeling the way his cock practically splits you open— but you like it, your scent practically emptying his mind and your walls gripping him like a vice— it’s hard to move, but Soobin accepts this challenge eagerly as he begins to fuck you.

Slow, it’s so agonizingly slow. But it’s deep, and Soobin angles his hips so perfectly, grunting against your ear and letting out sighs with every pull of your restraints, the tie tightening around your wrists and sending you back down on his cock ruthlessly; you’re nothing but a doll for him to use and control, your sharp heels digging into his back as you try to hold onto him helplessly, treated like nothing but a ragdoll as Soobin slowly begins to pick up his pace.

Then his hips are slamming against yours. The sounds of skin against skin is echoing harshly into the meeting room, and his cockhead is mean and thick and heavy as it presses against your sweet spot, again and again until you’re hiccuping moans, unable to breathe, unable to fight against the overwhelming pleasure— and it’s just how you like it.

Your mind is racing, your mouth unable to spit out a coherent thought— but your body speaks for you, and Soobin watches as you begin to grow restless under him, the way your legs tense and your hands pull at his shirt, eyes rolling to the back of your head and fluttering shut as he retaliates by fucking you a little harder; your wrists ache and so does the rest of your body, but you don’t seem to care as you walk this tightrope of pain and pleasure, something Soobin is well versed in— he laughs softly at your fucked out expression, releasing a sharp breath before his lips are hovering right by your ear, sentences punctuated and broken up by the exertion of his body and the moans that your cunt rips out of him.

“That’s a good bunny— cunt so fucking tight– shit, just wanna make you mine, keep you to myself, claim you like you deserve—” he listens to the way you react to his words, feels it, your cries and nods not slipping past him as he lets out a breathy laugh, “you’d like that? Yeah? Fill— fill you up nice and full— fuckin’– take care of you like a good little pet— hah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You’re nodding, fuck, there’s drool building up in the corners of your mouth, tongue lolling and absentmindedly brushing past the bite marks on your lips, the dull sting only bringing about more shocks throughout your body, desperate to be satiated, a fire begging to be put out— and the idea of being nothing else but Soobin’s, his to use and claim, is absolute heaven in your mind.

The knot in your stomach is becoming impossibly tight; you’re on the verge of hitting your peak again, Soobin can tell, yet there’s something else your body seems to be begging for— and he knows exactly what it is, grinning wildly and practically stealing the thoughts from your head as he pulls the tie in his hands roughly; his inhuman strength sending you back down on his cock with ease, lips brushing against your ear and hot pants making you shiver as he speaks to you in that dangerous, low voice of his.

“Say it,” he growls, his pace not faltering even if your cunt is willing to hold him so tightly he’s unable to pull out at all, your head thrown back and your eyes screwing shut from the pleasure.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you’ll take it– fuck– take it like a good pet— say it. Say it, use your words, bunny.”

Your words are coming back to you with a particularly unforgiving thrust of his— eyes widening as they search for Soobin’s frantically, only to be met with his head of blond hair and his face that’s tucked in the security of your bared neck— and you let go of any shame that was left inside you, a carnal and primal feeling overtaking you as you beg, and beg, and beg.

“Please– please please, I want it, I need it— Wanna be yours, wanna be claimed— fill me, use me I– need— need it, hnng– want it, want you to fill me, cum inside please— been so good, right? I’ll take it, I— ah! I— wan’ you to claim me, make me yours—!”

Soobin has never heard anything more perfect. He’s calculated as he thrusts right into your sweet spot, once, twice, three times— and he sinks his teeth into your pretty little neck, listening to the wanton squeal you let out, cunt immediately soaking and choking his cock— but he holds you down nicely, pressing his weight onto you and placing both hands at your hips, making sure you can’t squirm away from him or his cock that lets you ride out your orgasm, rutting his cock into you even after you’ve begun to shake from the sensitivity.

Your blood is heavenly. There’s no single word that could describe its taste, the way it makes his body shiver and his eyes roll back, finally setting him off the moment he swallows. And he cums inside you, fills you up good, the warm liquid squirting endlessly inside you, prolonging the feeling with the subtle rocks of his hips. It goes on longer than the two of you expected, filling you up with cum until it has no room to go, dripping out of your abused hole and leaving a ring around the base of Soobin’s length.

He listens to the way you cry and sniffle above him, lost in the pleasure— it doesn’t hurt. No, far from it. It makes you see stars and makes another weak wave crash over you, and you think your consciousness is slowly slipping out of you from the intensity of the pleasure you’ve received; Soobin’s lips are stuck on your neck for a few more seconds, warm tongue brushing over the sore punctures before he’s pulled away, your neck sensitive and bruised from the bite.

And it heals nicely the moment he’s pulled away. But there’s something different this time, something that shows up on your skin that he’s never seen before; two faded dots remain on your skin, and though it’ll remain inconspicuous to everyone else, Soobin immediately recognizes it with a soft shudder— he feels his cock twitch inside you.

It looks like his body has agreed with his mind; you’re the perfect fit for him, his to use and take care of until he can’t anymore— he rubs soft circles on your hips, straightening up and looking at the mess before him with fond, lustful eyes— a sheen of sweat covering your whole figure, your closed eyes and parted mouth, your shirt that’s been left open and mirrors his own torn one, your bound wrists and skirt that’s haphazardly bunched at your hips.

And his eyes wander lower, to take in the way your thighs continue to tremble and his cum leaks out, staining your tights and the table of the meeting room— you’re waking once more with a soft groan, looking up at Soobin through bleary, red-rimmed eyes.

He leans over, hovering above your face; pulling you in for a sweet kiss, smiling at the way you can’t even reciprocate it properly— and he nips at your bottom lip teasingly, feeling the way you immediately shiver in response.

“So good for me, bunny,” he smiles, continuing to trail kisses all along your face, on your jaw, traveling to your neck— and his eyes scan your faded bites with satisfaction, kissing it softly and feeling the way your body warms immediately.

“You’re all mine now, you know that?” your cunt clenches involuntarily at his words— and he’s slowly beginning to rut his cock into you again, already feeling a cruel thirst fester within.

“All mine.”

You can take another round, he’s sure of that— after all, you’re his good little pet.

#can u tell i'm obsessed with this concept yet #shooting hearts at u with my mind rn #txt #soobin #agust.nsfw #favorite ♡

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muzanswaifu · 3 years ago

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Hey!!! I love ur writing can you make a story about reader and RENGOKU in an argument? And can you make things end well ? Thank you!!

Oooooooo HAHAHAHAHA yes 🙂

I loooooove arguments in fics, it's like rough smut but with words 😻 me-ow

Many of my future rengoku fucs, oop i mean fics 😈, are going to have arguments but here's a lil one I wrote bc I just thought of it right now!

Tip for lovers out there: apologizing is so sexy omfg like it's so hot 🔥 🥵 getting apologized to is a secret form of foreplay that nobody talks about

Rengoku x Fem!Reader - Argument

Tags: Arguing, slight angst, mean things are said, kyo is so fucking dumb, mentions of sex but no actual smut, apologies, argument aftercare

Kyojuro is an idiot and can’t see that his coworker is flirting with him, reader tries to tell him and argument ensues

Tired. Upset. You're tired and upset but that's not going to stop you from getting your hurt words across.

"That's not the point, Kyojuro!"

"Then what is the point?!" He says back frustrated with eyes tense and arms thrown in the air.

"The point is that she shouldn't be touching you at all!"

Touch. Touch that you catch in the corner of your eye on your lover's arm at his office's party. Touch that was initiated by a flirty coworker who'd been eyeing the blond all night like a piece of meat. Touch that he didn’t pull away from.

"It meant nothing!" He defended. Why? Why was he defending her?

"It. Doesn't. Have. To." You hiss out through gritted teeth and clenched fists. He wasn't listening. He never does when you voice a concern over one's questionable intentions. Because God forbid somebody try to flirt with him knowing he's taken. Because everyone's a saint, right? That's what he believes.

His hands drag up his face as he pushes back his hairline, revealing several ticked veins.

"What do you want me to do then?" He shrugs his shoulders. It's supposed to be a question, but you can tell he meant it rhetorical. He didn't see a solution to this problem that didn't exist to him. You answered it as a question anyway.

"Tell her to fucking back off and stop touching you!" He doesn't even consider it for one moment.

"No."

No. No? No?! So he wanted that bitch to keep feeling him up when he went to work everyday knowing he had a goddamn woman to go home to? All he had to do was remind her he was taken. That's all. He didn't need to embarrass her or tell everyone she was a homewrecking slut. He just needed to say, "Hey, I'm uncomfortable with this. Please stop." But clearly that was too much for him.

You turned away from him and started giggling. That little chortle you did when you were met with an immovable force. Your coping mechanism when you stumbled upon something hopeless to overcome, it seemed.

He furrowed at your display of run sanity and continued.

"It was just my arm! Touch is her love language."

You spun back around with crossed arms and a manic smile. "Oh~ so you know her love language? Well, be sure to send me an invite to the goddamn wedding!" You screamed and his teeth snarled.

"Don't raise your voice with me." And you laughed again. It was getting on his nerves.

"Are you sure I'm raising my voice? With your logic this could just be the way I fucking sound." And your cursing was getting on his nerves too. Your language and your loudness.

"Why can't you trust me? You act like I'll betray you the moment I get the chance." That's not true. You did trust him. You didn't trust her. You trusted him, but you were also protective. Why would you openly allow another woman to flirt with him? How inadequate would that make you?

"Kyojuro," you calmed yourself by taking a deep breath and pinching your fingers together. "She is flirting with you. You don't see it for some reason, but she is."

He rolled his eyes and you wanted to scream again.

"You were right next to me the whole time! Why would she flirt right in front of you - she's not stupid!" Your eye twitched, but you decided to ignore that last bit for your own sanity. How the fuck did he know how smart she was? Did he like that about her?

"Yeah- and how many times did she ask who I was?" You got him good with that one, and he stood there for a moment, trying to find yet another excuse for this woman he seemed so fond of.

"She's forgetful." Forgetful. Not she forgot or couldn't remember. She's forgetful. Like that's some trait he termed for her after getting to know her for a while. She's forgetful. And he's clearly interacted with her enough to know that.

You rubbed at your eyes and turned around again, trying so desperately to stop the tears that were beginning to coat your eyes. No crying. If he saw you cry, he would try to console you, and you didn't want to be anywhere near him at the moment. "You know what? I'm done arguing with you. You just don't understand." And you headed toward your bedroom.

And he knew that meant he was to sleep on the couch tonight. Because you couldn't handle a serious conversation as much as you couldn't handle someone's hand on his arm. His fist clenched, and he viciously pointed at you.

"Maybe I would if you'd actually talk to me and stop being a fucking bitch." You stopped in your tracks, eyes wide. He never cursed. Or, well, he did, but that was only when he was really serious or during sex. And this wasn't for sex, so that meant he was serious. Deadly. And he called you a fucking bitch. A. Fucking. Bitch.

When you turned back to back to him, you didn't bother wiping the hot tears that coated your cheeks as you furiously snapped at him.

"Yeah?! Well why don't go to that other fucking bitch, huh?! I'm sure she'd love to fucking talk to you since you guys are so close," you yelled with searing tears leaking down your red-hot face. "In fact, why don't you spend the night with her! Sleep with her for all I care! I'm sure it'll mean nothing, right?!" You didn't bother waiting for an answer before you stormed into your room and slammed the door.

Kyojuro was at a loss for words. And emotions. He was angry, sad, frustrated, confused. His outburst had been completely warranted, he told himself as he sat on the couch to calm. You cursed and yelled at him first. Given, you hadn't called him any cruel names, but still... your language. Your foul language was something you often used, whether happy sad or angry. He'd previously mused to himself that it was because such a adorable woman like yourself couldn't properly explain your excitement without throwing the word fuck in front of it. He simply didn't like using the language in his own dialect, but he thought it suited you. Only in times of great distress and great pleasure had he allowed you to hear his bad tongue. It was to show passion and meaning. And he used it to call you a horrible name. No, no, that unforgivable deed wasn't warranted at all.

It's just... why didn't you trust him?! He wouldn't cheat on you for anything in the world, nor would he lust for such a woman so unlike yourself. Didn't you see how annoying he found her? His formal conversation was just that. Formal. Her high voice and need for attention were not something he looked forward to throughout the day. But who was he to judge? That was just her character.

"Oops, I forgot my pen Kyo, can I borrow one of yours? Thank you! I owe you one~"

"Ugh, working is so hard, I don't know how you do it so well! We should go hide in the storage closet, haha."

"Can you give me a ride home? My ride totally ditched on me, and I don't want to walk home all by myself..."

And he did give her a ride home - it was the nice thing to do. And she quickly invited him inside to "hangout for a bit." He denied innocently, explaining that you, his girlfriend, were expecting him home soon. And the girl pouted. What would have happened if he'd gone inside? He remembered the hint of sadness that edged at your expression when he told you the good deed he had done. He was hoping for praise, that you'd admire your generous lover. But you gave a fake smile a quick "great."

He'd had some semblance that you were jealous, but he'd never comforted you about it, so sure that you'd see how innocent her intentions were. Tonight wasn't a great example, but he was sure you'd made a lasting impression on her. She wouldn't forget something so vital when you were all he talked about.

As if on cue, his phone rang. He hesitantly picked it up and cringed at the messenger. Her. Another mistake he made that annoyed him through the day - he gave her his number.

Flirty bitch:

Hey Kyo~ where did u go??? m totally having an after party for drinks at my place and u neeeed to cummmm 💕💕💕

Oops, I mean come hehe 😹

He frowned at such an inappropriate mistake but replied.

I will not attend. I am spending time with my girlfriend.

Her reply came instantaneously

Flirty bitch:

U have a gf?? Omg I didnt evn kno, I have to meet her. Is she-

He didn't even finish reading the message before he threw his phone across the sofa and rubbed at his eyes. He was a fucking idiot. Here he was vouching for her good character when she couldn't even remember you existed. Much less your name. Fuck.

And here he was texting her when you were weeping alone because of his damned actions!

He got up and went to the bedroom door, turning the nob cautiously. His eyes were instantly met with the sight of your balled up form, and ears the sound of your sniffling whimpers. You quickly hushed up when he entered and pulled the covers over yourself. His heart shattered.

"Y/n?"

You didn't answer, and he walked closer to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Y/n-" He set a hand gently on your back, and you jerked away from his touch. He heard you take in a shaky breath.

"G-g-go aw-w-way," you stuttered with lips coated in your salty tears. Kyojuro laid behind you and wrapped his arms around your blanketed form.

"Y/n... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said such awful things to you. None of them were true." You sniffled again and squirmed away from his hold. Your throat was a bit cleared as you gathered your resolve.

"Y-you're h-horrible," you whimpered out with a cracked voice. He pulled you back into his arms and nuzzled into you, his own glaze of tears coating his eyes.

"I... I deserve that." His large hands kept your cold and hurt body warm. "You were right about everything... I should have listened." With his confession, you let go of your grip on the covers, and he took that as his cue to start unraveling them and turn you over. Your poor little face was so red and wet from all the tears you spilt. Your lips looked dry and swollen from the huge loss of liquid in your body. God, he was a fucking monster for making you look so broken.

He wiped at the drops that soaked your face and pressed tender kisses all over.

"I'm so damn stupid; I couldn't even see it. I'm sorry for making you worry, my love. For being so disloyal to you." He pressed a kiss to your nose. But he wasn't disloyal. You knew that. He was damn stupid, but he wasn't disloyal. You shouldn't have accused him of such. But sometimes... you just felt like you weren't enough for him.

Your shoulders shook as another sob was wretched from your body. "Yo-ou we-re s-so m-m-me-ean to m-me, a-and y-ou i-ignor-d me," you bawled. He nodded his head along with your words to show his understanding. "A-and y-you called me a-a-" He held your face in his hands and pulled your close to rest his forehead on yours.

"I-I know, I know. That was terrible of me, and I will never, ever do such a thing ever again. I don't deserve such a beautiful, kind woman like you," he pleaded as he kissed the inside of your palm.

"You're so smart and perfect. I thought you knew this and would never question my complete obsession with you. I'm yours, goddess. Always." Another kiss.

He thumbed away more tears from your soaked lashes, and you opened you eyes. His vermillion gaze caught yours, filled with pure love and regret.

"Can you ever forgive me, goddess?" Your lip quivered and you looked away, unsure.

"I-I don't know..." another tear feel down your cheek and he brushed it away.

He hushed your weeping. "I'll do whatever it takes and wait however long. I'm yours." He fluttered kisses on your cheeks, and you couldn't help but laugh. He relished your smile.

Kyojuro brushed your hair with his fingers as your fell asleep against his chest. The next morning you both slept in, but he awoke you with breakfast in bed. You ate what you could, stomach still soured from last night. But he coddled you all day, kissing on you, complimenting you, feeding you. The topic of sex wasn't even brought up as he massaged you in bed that night, palms rubbing your aching muscles and worshipping you, his "goddess." You saw him take pause for a moment, a ring tone coming from his phone. You saw him promptly reach for it in the corner of your eye, heart hurting when you saw her name on the screen. But just as quickly, you saw him deny the call, click the contact, and hit "block." You sighed and relaxed into his arms.

Maybe forgiveness would come easier than you thought.

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qoeww · 2 years ago

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YOU WERE OVERREACTING

Character: Leo

Warning: Just arguing with silly boy

Author Note: I accidentally posted half of this fic and deleted while trying to get back what I did LDBDLDBKRJ- I hope you like it hun, I wrote a lil bit late <3 and please request more you are welcome here hun

Leo can make fun of everything and this is fun, I mean you love and accept him

But sometimes he just took things far

Even you are serious now he is just trying to make a pun and reading that stupid comic

"Ok, ok if you get angry more, your forehead will be no different than Donnie and Raph's." He poked your forehead and you pushed his hand

"Do you... Do you think am I joking now Leonardo?"

Well, after calling his full name he understood everything was more serious than he thought

"Well this wrinkles don't look like joking-"

You just sighed and tried to stay calm

"Leo... I told you not to do this, sometimes you... You don't even listen to what the other person is saying."

Like now, he turned the page of the comic

"But everything is fiiine. You worry unnecessarily. Why don't we read a comic together?"

"No, no don't change the subject. You didn't even care what I ju-"

He stood up and walked in front of you "Yes I cared Y/N! And I thought you were overreacting and you were."

"WHAT? YOU ALMOST BURNED MY WHOLE HOUSE!"

"But we saved it at the last moment, only one or two items were burned, we can buy a new one."

"No, it's not the burned things that matter here, the matter is you are doing whatever you want. We are partners Leo, we need to listen each other."

Well, he finally started feeling bad, the guilt he tried to ignore was slowly creeping into his heart.

"I... I am... Gonna spend some time at pizzeria. I noticed I'm so hungry!"

"LEO WAI-"

And he opened a portal and escaped from you

This boy... You love that dork but sometimes he makes you angry as hell

You opened a door and all three brother fell into room

"Were you listening us?"

"Yes..."

"No."

...

"WHAT?"

The clock was showing 1 a.m. and here was not even the slightest sleep in your eyes

Well, maybe you can prepare some tea, it will comfort you huh?

You didn't even care to open the lights, opened dark kitchens door

AND somebody was trying to get in from window

You took the knife from the sink and swing it to them

"WHAT THE FUC-"

"Leo?"

"Yes, it is me. But first please can you just put the knife back?"

You put the knife countertop back and opened lights

"I didn't know I have made you that angry like trying to stab me WOW but still looking hot tho"

"No no actually-"

"I was kidding... I'm sorry Y/N."

He opened his arms waiting your respond, you slowly hugged him back

You can feel he is moving his hand on your back slowly

"I didn't want to mean that, I should have listen you."

"I'm sorry too, I knew you didn't like yelling and arguing but still I yelled at you. I'm sorry."

"Those that means... We are good?"

"Yes we are silly."

He slowly separated his body from yours

Cupped your face and placed a small kiss on your lips

"I'm glad to hear that because I don't think my body can stand this huge pizza."

You turned on the other episode of the TV show you were watching, while Leo went to fetch a blanket

He hugged you from behind and you almost watched 3 episodes of the series in this position

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt headcanons #leo x reader #leonardo x reader

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joeyjoeylee · 2 years ago

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Ok so.... This is a weird ask lol. But if you don't mind can you share a mini update of both sides of the law? Like?? Do you think Beth still is in law? Is Rio still in crime?? Are they still together 😭? Like where do you see all the ch in the future? Also I love this fic so much seriously one of my favs ever thk you so much for writing it 💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖

Anon, thank you, this made my day - I'm so psyched you liked it and thank youuuu for letting me know!

And no, I never mind asks (the serotonin of seeing that little envelope with a dot on it lol) so let's gooooooooo:

I have thought about this in the context of a "sequel" of sorts and been trying (and largely failing lol) to see if I could continue the story and fill in blanks without using the two main POVs. Everyone BUT the "both sides" in other words. The "future" in that "sequel" though only goes out a couple years plus will likely never get completed plus it's easier to write in bullet points just answering your questions and ya girl prioritizes laziness and the easiest way out at all times so:

Yes, Beth would still be in the law, although the form of her career would change over the years. I see her craving the Law Firm life for awhile - having her own cases, telling people she is "Elizabeth Boland, ESQUIRE" (lol, nerd), feeling like she has a seat at the table with other experienced litigators she respects like Gretchen/Katz, learning the system and being part of all the "culture" (bar stuff, meeting judges, etc.), and most importantly making money. She's been a stay-at-home mom for a decade+, and while that is hard work, now she's surrounded by adults (albeit adults of the worst kind, aka lawyers) and she wants to prove that she's the smartest and most competent to all them too (less "prove" and more "make them acknowledge").

The Law Firm life would lose its appeal after a few years though. Katz would retire to Florida and she'd have the whole firm to herself but once she'd hired a bunch of new associates, got the whole thing running as Managing Partner, got a few "Best Detroit Mid-Size Firm" awards, etc., she'd be looking for other challenges. She's like Rio in that she wants to be in charge (thinks she is in charge at all times lol) but her need for power and control manifests a little differently imo - Beth wants it in a societally approved external way - wants everyone looking to say "Well, objectively, you just can't get better than that. We, as a Society, approve."

That's a judge or a politician. "Your Honor...." "Senator...." "Councilwoman..." - Rio would die laughing at wanting to be called any of those out loud, even as he'd brutally shut down any lack of respect towards him from anyone on either side of the law. Power to Rio doesn't need to be chronicled in the Wayne County Bar Association Newsletter before that makes it real, it just is. But this would be the Beth Dream imo. EVERYONE having to say ("Say it! SAY! IT!") her title, out loud and to her face.

So she'd maneuver herself into kissing ass and doing grunt bar/alumni work for the name recognition the first few years in practice until she was recommended for substitute judge positions, then springboard a few years after that into running for judge/political office.

In contrast, he'd stay with crime, yes of course. The problem with going 100% clean is that in the Legit World there is always going to be someone else Society makes your boss, and that rubs against his soul. Even the best lawyer with the highest hourly rate or most high-profile clients can get screwed by a shitty judge (see, e.g., the current United States Supreme Court). So staying clean/legit means working within the System mostly and that is just too limiting. Plus he likes the action, the rush, just likes it.

So he'd keep his criminal empire, but continue to morph and evolve to stay on top and one step ahead. He'd keep the legit stuff too as a cover and to interlace/enhance and because he likes the irony and fuck-you-ism of having his legit biz stuff be an entry into a prissy white country club that he only wants to be a part of to say a silent you-can't-keep-me-out and to get into fights with Gretchen on the tennis court.

YES THEY WOULD BE TOGETHER. And they'd stay together, whatever/wherever the road. The years apart would be like a bit of an unhealed wound they would never talk about but would always be lurking. A reminder of the alternative, a cautionary tale of what it could be like to choose pride/wanting to be right/being afraid of what others think over compromise. Nothing is as bad as that.

Which is not to say they wouldn't butt heads and battle on the regular though, both because it's a type of foreplay they both crave and because both of them deep to their core think they are right at all times and also the one in charge over the other. She'd try to get him to bankroll certain "community" type bullshit that he'd find deeply lame or try to strongarm him into going along with her wacky biz ideas. He'd try to steer her into how she should be running her firm (shots....FIRED, she would literally black out from rage) or taking on certain type of cases best for her "image."

(I was trying to play with this as the new conflict in their relationship - b/c hell no with cheating etc. - in the "sequel." Basically reimagining/reworking the Season 2 Crackhouse Goons Encounter. That Beth gets a felony drug court-appointed client who fails to appear for his court date. She's all gungho because she wants to kiss the butt of the judge who appointed her and show she is the Super Best Number One Court-Appointed Counsel Ever in Detroit. So she tracks the random junkie down to the Crackhouse, then actually goes in looking for him, Annie in tow, then has to bluff her way out like in canon. Rio is NOT pleased to find this out and tries to "order" her (lol, mistake) not to take on cases like that. This causes Big Fight that Gretchen is a reluctant bystander to and wants to kill herself watching how stupid and stubborn they are.)

Of the rest of the characters - do you mean like Gretchen/Gardner/Courtney? Or Dean/Ruby/Annie? Or just Rio/Beth and this is already too long (it is, I know). I'll just do a couple of law ones:

Gretchen - Stays at her Firm til the day she dies. Would never give up litigating or crim defense for judgeship or anything else. Sees it as her way to protect her family (literal family in Rio/Beth and figurative family as in their business and all its people), and is forever annoyed that Rio sees her sensible "I need to work within the Law as much as possible if I'm going to do us the most Good [and by that I mean, Bad]" as too cautious. Becomes a mentor of sort to Beth in her first few years of practice and then later deep friends/sister-in-law but neither of them ever fully see it, Beth because she views herself as having Ruby/Annie as Friends/Sisters Only in Life, Gretchen because she's always thought of herself as a woman who only gets along with men and not other women.

Gardner - tries to fit into the same big law shoes his father wore for 5 years or so. Ends up getting dumped by law school boyfriend/love of his life who's frustrated Gardner won't stop trying to squish himself into the Warrington Success mold his father wants him to fill (and not be gay, obvi). Comes to his senses 10 years or so after graduation and leaves private practice, becomes a law professor instead so he can read and think in quiet and work with shiny new students. Reconnects with Beth/Rio when he invites Beth to his wedding (new guy he loves a lot, even if he still thinks about Joel on occasion) on a whim and she replies with a Plus One and a note that Rio says to tell you "he's looking forward to it, G."

I'm so sorry for this stream of consciousness, Anon, I've had 5 cups of coffee this morning. Hopefully this is what you were asking and THANK YOU again!

#this got long anon I am sorry as always

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1-800-rosie · 3 years ago

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no title ?? . | p.p

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a/n: i couldn’t decide if i should name this “waiting.” or “saved.” so for now there’s no official title. after reading this pls let me know which sounds better so i can edit it. but my spider-man obsession has come back 🤞🏻😔. not surprised bc it disappears and then comes back like 2 weeks later and then i have a need to watch all of them in chronological order. anyway. here is a fluffy fic with peter parker. (tasm peter)

peter parker x fem reader

fluff

summary: reader finds out the guy she’s seeing is spider-man, after being stood up by him. [1.3k]

warnings: none

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i was so nervous. i started seeing this guy in one of my classes, peter. he’s great. i mean, he’s incredibly smart, a great photographer, he’s funny and sarcastic, and he’s so super sweet. i really like him, and i think he likes me a lot too. i’m not sure if we’re actually boyfriend and girlfriend because we’ve only been on two “dates” but he asked me to come over to his house for dinner. i thought it was a really great idea, but i’m still really nervous about meeting his aunt may.

it’s a little too late for me to be second guessing this now, as i was already on his doorstep.

once i knocked, an older-ish woman came to the door, who i assumed was his aunt. she opened the door with a smile.

“hi, you must be peters aunt may. i’m y/n.” i smiled and shook her hand.

“yes, peter talks about you all the time. come on in, dear. dinner is just about ready.” she opened the door more, letting me in.

i looked around as she led me to the kitchen.

“peter said he was going out to get you flowers. he’ll be back any minute now, don’t worry.” she smiled and started placing some food on the table.

“okay, do you need any help?”

“that would be great, can you start by putting that bowl of mashed potatoes on the table?”

i nod and walk to the kitchen, grabbing the mashed potatoes.

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some time had went by and the food started getting cold. peter still wasn’t here. surely getting flowers wouldn’t take this long.

“i’m very sorry, y/n. i don’t know what is taking peter so long. i’ll call him.” may excused herself from the table and grabbed the house phone to call peter. it rang for awhile. he never picked up.

now both of us started to get worried. “it’s okay. thank you for making dinner, may. i’ll help you clean up.”

“no no, it’s fine. i can manage. i’m very sorry that he didn’t show up, you seem like a very sweet girl. i’m sure peter has some good reason for being late. you’re more than welcome to stay and wait for him.” she gave me a soft smile

“thank you.” i got up from my seat and went by the front door, hoping i would see him walk up the driveway.

“oh! he’s calling back” aunt may said as she picked up the phone, answering it.

“where have you been peter? your friend y/n has been waiting here for an hour! did you just forget about her? your uncle ben and i taught you better than that, didn’t we?” she argued on the phone with him for a few minutes before hanging up.

“he’ll be here in a minute he said. i’m not sure how true that is though.” she set the phone down and went to the kitchen to clean up.

“alright. are you sure you don’t want any help?”

“yeah, i’m sure dear. thank you… if you’d like, you can wait in his room for him. he likes coming in through the window for some odd reason. ” she smiled.

i nodded and went to his room. the door was already open so i walked in and looked at his desk. there were several pictures of his parents, his uncle, and a young blonde girl. she was very pretty. i tried not to snoop around so i just sat on his bed, waiting casually.

only a minute went by before i heard the window open. i sat there dumbfounded, watching peter in spider-man’s suit, climbing on the ceiling before jumping down quietly. my mouth was slightly open.

“holy fuc- you’re spider-man?” he quickly turned around and covered my mouth.

“shh- you can’t tell anyone!” he looked into my eyes and then took his hand off my mouth.

“that’s why you never showed up.. you were- doing your job?”

“exactly.. i’m so so sorry y/n. i didn’t forget about you, i swear. this guy was trying to steal this old ladies purse and i didn’t think it would take that long but then i had to fight off his whole gang. i’m so sorry. i should’ve just left it to the cops, i didn’t mean to leave you here waiting.” he sat next to me on his bed, placing his hand on my cheek.

“i don’t know how to comprehend this.. i think you should go apologize to your aunt. she’s was really worried about you.”

“yeah. yeah, you’re right. i’m sorry, y/n. i really am. but uh- i still got you these flowers.” he grabbed his backpack and took out a small bouquet of flowers that looked.. a little smashed?

“well they were nice..” he smiled awkwardly and handed them to me.

i smiled back at him, “thanks pete.”

he quickly changed into normal clothes before going to talk to his aunt. i sat back on his bed, completely confused whilst looking at the flowers.

once he came back, he sat down and put his hand on mine.

“listen, y/n. you really can’t tell anyone about this. you never should have found out in the first place. i trust you and i know you probably wouldn’t tell anyone anyway, but i’ve already lost someone i love because she knew about me, and that put her in danger. if anyone else finds out that spider-man is me, then you and everyone i care about will be in danger. i hope you can understand.”

i sat looking at him in silence. i couldn’t even form words. my mind felt lost.

“i understand. i won’t say anything. i promise,” i leant my head on his shoulder. “and i love the flowers by the way.” we both smiled.

“i can’t explain enough how awful i feel. you know i would never stand you up or leave you waiting if i didn’t have a great reason.”

“i know that, pete. and i know you wouldn’t do that” i looked at him and kissed his bruised cheek. “those guys must have gotten you good.. you’re all bloodied up. are you okay?” i asked while inspecting his wounds.

“i’m okay.. i kicked their ass. much better than they did.” he laughed.

“good, i don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“getting hurt is sorta part of the job.”

“wait.. you’re- so, bug boy. if you’re spider-man, that means you saved my life.”

*flashback*

“watch out!” someone across from me on the street pointed in my direction and before i could fully turn around, a taxi cab was flying towards me, so close to crushing me. i thought i was about to die before spider-man flew in and held the car above me with one hand.

“you better get out from under here before my arm gets tired” spider-man chuckled.

i quickly moved and got away from the car. spider-man threw the car out of the way and brushed my shoulder. “are you okay?”

“y-yeah.. i- can’t thank you enough. you saved my life. how could i even repay you?”

“there’s no need for that, you repay me everyday already.” he shot his web up to the top of a high building and flew up there.

i stood there, watching him go across the city with his webs, confused. i repay him everyday?

*end of flashback*

“yeah. i guess i did.” he chuckled.

“so what did you mean when you said that i repay you everyday?”

“well, you wouldn’t need to repay me for saving your life because you already do. just spending time with me everyday is enough to repay me.”

i smiled and kissed him softly, “you’re too sweet, spidey.”

i stayed in his room with him for awhile before he took me home, making sure i got there safe and sound.

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a/n: i hope u enjoyed. i’ll fs make more peter parker fics later on. <3

#fanfic #spider man #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!spiderman x reader #peter parker #andrew garfield

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cobra-creampuff · 2 years ago

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tagged by @marigoldispeculiar to find the given words in my WIP(s). her words for me are yes, no, maybe, possible, and definite. (interesting set, I like the theme lol)

yes [SUGGESTIVE]

"Do you really think not having a condom is what has me hesitating in this fuc-" he starts to lecture, but Richie interrupts him by pulling out the long ribbon of little square packets from his pocket with a flourish. They aren't condoms, though. They're single use alcohol wipes. And in the other pocket, disposable gloves. And yes, lube and condoms - just two of those.

from gold rush (IT fic), currently 28k

Eddie much prefers doing the books. She likes numbers because you don't have to interpret them. There's no nicer way to put them. They mean what they mean.

from Curse The Messenger draft 1.3, currently 10k

maybe

What does it matter, anyway? The nightmare she woke up to is just as real and true as any premonition, if maybe not quite as literal. And there's not shit that she can do about either one. Never has been, and never will be.

from Curse The Messenger

possible

Eddie couldn't stand the thought of continuing to squat in Richie's house, waiting for him to get home and find a completely different person living there than the one he'd thought he'd taken in. To see the confusion and disgust on his face as he realizes that the man Eddie has been fucking him and wooing him as for the last year doesn't exist. That man is just… a rebellion. A stubborn childish refusal to take his medicine or get in the bath, dialed up to its highest possible extreme.

from gold rush

definite [MATURE]

"How do you want it, baby?" Richie asks breathlessly when Eddie lets him up for air. Eddie moans at the pet name, always does when Richie pulls it out during sex. That's definitely high on the list of Richie's new tricks.

from gold rush

I tag @magic-is-something-we-create @peepos-prose and @dontjudgemeimawriter. My words for y'all are phantom, dream, mask, strange, and combine.

#jack facts #jack chats #writing process #progress report #my fic #it #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #witch noir #eddie wn #orange #lime

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mikavlcs · 2 years ago

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you got lucky with the no sorry’s included…don’t expect it in the future!

and “sighs in alex” LMFAOO 😭

I feel content when I read your fics like fr you need to cut yourself some slack and accept the fact that you are an amazing writer

If you try to fight me about this ^ I’m gonna find where you live and ….. actually I’ll save that threat for a 'situation’ (you know what I mean).

thank you sm and i look forward to the threat in question! 😁👍

bitch do you wanna die 🪦. That ain’t a Warning.

yes<3

soft wednesday is indeed one of the best wednesday’s (along with sarcastic and homicidal wednesday of course). and i did have a good day, thank you 👍

I also believe this is the 7th fuc we got in April JSJSJSJSJSJSJJSJSHSH

this is a cry for help<3 but i love you too, alex. even if you do always threaten my life (affectionately) 🥰

(and yes same, her hair is so cute in that gif pls)

Whispers in the Dark

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Summary: After a harrowing nightmare, Wednesday tries her best to bring you comfort.

Warnings: soft/ooc!wednesday…you have been warned

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: @vorsdany and i did a matching prompts challenge, so make sure to go read hers when it’s posted. it’s much longer and better!

(also if you think that this is just a worse iteration of this story by tumblr user missmonsters2, you are absolutely correct! go read hers as well<3)

Wednesday Addams adored nightmares.

Keep reading

#crying #alex reblogs are always comedy

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leupagus · 3 years ago

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FRIENDSHIP WAS A MISTAKE PART 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

leupagus: Where's my fic where Rebecca dresses up as Ted for Halloween

mardia: Oh my god what a perfect idea

leupagus: And Ted's like "...this is disturbing but also arousing????"

mardia: He’s VERY into her wearing the polo and the khakis

leupagus: Honestly you know what I really want is like, the whole team dresses as Ted

leupagus: Dani and Keeley dress as Sexy Ted

mardia: OMG SEXY TED

leupagus: But it's Rebecca who's like, flooring him

mardia: He just keeps peeking over at her

leupagus: because yes the polo and the visor

mardia: AND THE AVIATOR SUNGLASSES

leupagus: She even sits like him

leupagus: KNEES APART and he's like, "Do I usually look Like That"

leupagus: And Beard is like "only around Rebecca tbh"

mardia: Rebecca’s so smug with herself for getting his body language right

leupagus: although her fake accent is still terrible

leupagus: there's like a competition in the press room to see who can get the accent right

leupagus: Ted's the judge and he fails everyone

leupagus: except like, Bumbercatch

leupagus: who somehow NAILS IT

mardia: I’m imagining Ted sitting where the press usually sit

leupagus: YES

mardia: Holding up a sign

leupagus: Beard and Zoreaux are co-judges

leupagus: since Zoreaux is the closest to a third American they have

mardia: Keeley has Will film the whole thing for the team’s social media accounts

leupagus: Dani has a nipple mishap

mardia: Ironically Ted’s the strictest judge out of all of them

leupagus: I mean OBVIOUSLY

leupagus: Jan Maas gets into an argument because he watched many youtube videos about american accents

leupagus: and Ted doesn't have a Kansas accent

leupagus: they boo him off the stage

mardia: omg Jan Maas turning into a pedant

mardia: Even the ones who can do a semi credible southern accent are getting dinged by ted for not getting the location right

mardia: “What is that, Georgia? Why do you think I sound like Blanche Devereaux?!”

leupagus: HHAHA

mardia: He gets into an extended argument with Beard about someone’s accent, Ted swears up and down it’s a New Orleans accent, Beard says otherwise

leupagus: hahaha YES

mardia: “I’m grading them on a curve!”

leupagus: Beard: who here has dated multiple people from NOLA

mardia: “This ain’t high school chemistry class!”

mardia: AHAHAHAH YES

leupagus: Afterward everyone's gone home except Rebecca and Ted, hanging out in her office

leupagus: and she's still got the outfit on but she's like, turned off the mannerisms

leupagus: and she flings herself onto her couch and fusses at trying to get the mustache off, muttering, "This thing is absolute hell, though I am glad to know I won't have to wax my upper lip this month. And your shoes are a lot more comfortable, I must say."

leupagus: And Ted's still got all these Thoughts and Feelings so he goes over, sits on the table in front of her and is like, "here, let me get that," and like, carefully takes it off her, soothing her lip with his thumb

leupagus: And he puts it carefully down on the table and then tugs off the wig, letting her hair tumble down, and he murmurs, "There she is," and Rebecca's like "ohhhh god"

leupagus: And they bang on the couch, both of them just - laughing, because finally, finally, and it's lovely and breathless

leupagus: and she straddles his hips and peels off her polo and teases him "I should've known you were a closet narcissist this whole time, next time I'll dress myself as a mirror to get your attention"

mardia: omg

leupagus: and Ted laughs and pulls at her belt -- his belt, he realizes, one he'd lost track of a few weeks ago, and he realizes these are his clothes that she stole from him and he's so hard for her he can't think straight

leupagus: and he manages "You've had my attention ever since I met you, Miss Welton," and she shakes her head at him, smiling, because it's true - even then, even when she thought he was an idiot and he thought he would never love anyone but his own wife

mardia: I LOVE IT

mardia: And fuck me, Rebecca stealing his clothes when he’s not looking!!!

mardia: I’m just imagining her scurrying away with them and cackling

mardia: In reality she probably smoothly palmed them or w/e

leupagus: I mean either way is hilarious

leupagus: OMG you know how I want it to go down

leupagus: the whole prank is Nora's idea

mardia: !!!!!!!

mardia: YES

leupagus: Like, Season 3, I'm sure Ted is going to start the season a little down

leupagus: and like maybe actually able to allow people to see that?

mardia: oh yes I love that

leupagus: So they're doing fine in the rankings, whatever etc

leupagus: But Nora comes to visit in like September and is like

leupagus: what's wrong with Mum's fuckbuddy?

mardia: LOL

leupagus: who she actually really likes

leupagus: and like, maybe there's some idle thinking on her part of what if Ted became her stepdad one day

mardia: Rebecca is like, still mad that ruining Nate’s entire existence won’t cheer Ted up

leupagus: hahaha

leupagus: Rebecca: I've TOLD him about my plots to utterly destroy Nathan and West Ham

leupagus: and he's STILL SO MOROSE, baffling

leupagus: So Nora does some investigating and finds out that Ted loves Halloween, and is sad to be spending a second year away from Henry during said festival

leupagus: so she's like "why don't you throw a Halloween party, Aunt Stinky?"

leupagus: IDK whose idea it is for everyone to dress up as Ted

leupagus: Will maybe?

mardia: Omg yes

leupagus: Because like, that's a cheap-ass costume that the whole staff can manage

mardia: Bc some of his friends are doing it for Halloween

leupagus: because like EVERYBODY dresses like him, from Gail the physio to Laughing Liam to Jamie

mardia: YES

mardia: the whole club can get into it which Ted would really appreciate

leupagus: Higgins secretly makes a special order of polos in everyone's sizes

mardia: And Rebecca is just charmed by the idea, bc it’s perfect AND something she never would've thought of

leupagus: for the whole month of october Ted keeps getting weird questions from people

leupagus

: "are those Khakis from Marks & Sparks?"

leupagus: "Uh, walmart I think"

mardia: The person walks away, grumbling, wondering if Walmart delivers to the UK

leupagus: although some people opt for the sweater or puffer jacket version instead

leupagus: YES

leupagus: ngl I kind of want it to be someone who's like "great! what's a walmart"

leupagus: because surely there are some countries that have never heard of it

mardia: HAH

mardia: listen, props to those countries

leupagus: (interesting (if depressing): Walmart operates "Asda" in the UK)

mardia: Huh!

leupagus: actually that would be great with like, Isaac coming in and asking about Ted's khakis

leupagus: and Ted being like, "oh, you're vibing my style? That's mighty nice of you, Isaac! I got these at Walmart, two for fifteen, on clearance."

leupagus: And Isaac is horrified on like, seven different levels, but he does look over at Beard, who says "Asda, they go by Asda here."

leupagus: and he's like "oh fucking christ" and leaves abruptly

mardia: HAH

leupagus: Roy dresses up but his polo and trousers are black

leupagus: he got a special black visor

mardia: this is going to be even tougher than organizing the dress code for a funeral

leupagus: See I don't think so because I feel like they'd all take the costume thing VERY seriously

leupagus: but Rebecca's the only one who just like, steals his clothes

leupagus: which like, Ted should definitely make a joke about the privilege of the wealthy

mardia: he definitely should

leupagus: And after they bang and they're like, lying in each other's arms on the couch

leupagus: Ted's like "so does this mean I get to dress up as you next halloween, because maybe you'll find out some things about yourself then too"

leupagus: and Rebecca smiles and pulls him in closer and is like "whatever I find out, I'll be sure to let you know"

leupagus: and they live happily ever after

mardia: YES I LOVE IT

mardia: Pls write it!!!!!!!!

leupagus: I JUST DID

mardia: HMPH

#I have LIMITED BANDWIDTH but like 70 different ideas so I'm just sending them out into the wilderness #BE FREE #ficcage of interest #sort of #believe mothereffers

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gamergirl929 · 4 years ago

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More Than Just A Matter Of Security (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

Anonymous Request: A Kelley O’Hara one when reader is like a new security guard or a personal body guard to to the team so they start flirting and the team teases Kelley about it so out of sexual frustration they hook up in some random ass places.

This fic is INCREDIBLY long, so buckle up.

WARNING TONS OF SMUT BELOW.

Kelley’s about to speak when you come into view, strutting towards the team, wear all black, your shirt tucked into your pair of black pants, topped off by a pair of black Nike shoes.

“DAMNNNNNN, the new guard got CAKE .” Sonnett mumbles, earning a nudge from Lindsey.

“Stop being a pervert.” She mumbles, and the defender snorts.

“Tall order Horan, tall order.”

Kelley watches a cocky smirk spread across your face when your eyes lock with hers, a single brow arched as your eyes shamelessly rake down the defender’s front.

“Ohhhhhhhhh...” Emily teases as you walk past her, turning around so you can walk backwards, your eyes, now running down Kelley’s back.

“I think the new guard thinks KELLEY’S got cake.” Emily snickers, earning a punch on the shoulder from the defender who turns towards you.

You grin, your tongue trapped between your teeth as you give her a wink.

“Looks like SOMEONE was appreciating the view.” Megan smirks, giving the defender a nudge, the woman’s cheeks flushing.

“Shut up.”

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It’s later that day that you approach her, a smirk on your face.

“I figured I’d come and introduce myself, considering you can’t keep your eyes off me.” You smirk splits into a cocky grin and Kelley’s brows arch.

“Oh, I can’t keep my eyes off you?” She scoffs. “It seems the other way around to me.”

You hum, shrugging.

“I mean every time my eyes are on you, yours are on me.”

Kelley turns towards you with a smirk, sizing you up with her eyes.

“I can’t help it, it’s hard NOT to stare at you.” She winks and you chuckle, your cheeks flushing.

“I’m Kelley.” She grins, a dazzling smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Well Kelley...” You take a step closer, the woman standing her ground, a few inches between the two of you.

“I’m Y/N. It looks like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” You bite your bottom lip and Kelley smirks.

“I can’t say I mind that.” She winks, walking away.

Unashamedly you watch her go, your eyes on her ass, that is until she glances over her shoulder, smirking.

“Oh, I can’t say I mind either.”

Meanwhile on field, the rest of the team is watching the interaction between the two of you, eyes wide.

“They’ll totally hook up in the first month, bet.” Megan snaps her fingers and Ashlyn turns to her.

“I say 2.”

The two share a glance, eyes narrowed before Megan sticks her hand out, Ashlyn taking it with her large gloved one.

“You’re on.”

***

“So that’s what you’re here to do?” Kelley asks as she moves to the sidelines, standing beside you with a smirk.

“Stand here and look pretty?” You ask and she rolls her eyes.

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re cocky?” She asks and you chuckle.

“Loads of times.”

Kelley stands beside you for a minute, crossing her arms across her chest and puffing her chest out.

“In all honesty, I don’t know why your team needs me when they have you.” You grin, the defender turning to you with a laugh.

“Huh?”

“Everyone knows how spicy you can be.” You grin and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m not that spicy.” She mumbles, throwing her hands up in the air when the ref doesn’t call a foul.

“What in the fuc-

Kelley freezes, turning to you with narrowed brown orbs.

“Shut up.”

“Did say anything...”

***

The longer you travel with the team, the closer you get with all of them, considering you’re not only the same age, but have the same kind of humor as well. If you were being honest though, you’d grown the closest with Kelley.

Of course, the two of you flirted like a couple of teenagers, always trying to one up each other, but it had never went passed that.

You would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for the defender, her smile making your heart skip a beat, but there was something else that she made you feel, and that... THAT had been sexual frustration, the woman going out of her way to tease you, a flirtatious smirk on her face every time she saw you.

The team had accepted you as one of their own, considering you acted like a number of them all rolled into one person, inviting you to movie nights and such.

“What’s on your mind tough guy?”

You jump at the sound of Emily’s voice and you smirk, the woman standing beside you with her arms crossed across her chest.

“Straighten out your back a little.” You hum, the blonde doing as you ask, now at her full height.

“Perfect.” You smirk, noticing the fans snapping pictures of the two of you as the game goes on, on the pitch.

“Don’t show me up too much, I need the job.” You smirk and the blonde huffs.

“I can’t stand straight too long, hurts my spine.” She whines and you grin.

“Your spine damaged by years of bad posture?” You tease and Emily gasps.

“I feel so attacked right now.”

You give the blonde a nudge, missing the small smile on Kelley’s face, the defender’s brown orbs off of the game and on you.

“Be careful O’Hara, your crush is showing.” Alex teases, the defender pouting.

“Shut up.”

***

“Damn.” Kelley mumbles at practice when she spots you, significantly dressed down from your usual choice of clothes.

“I can’t say I’m against you wearing these more often.” Kelley sticks a finger beneath the hem of your muscle tee and gives it a snap, your heart stopping in your chest.

“I wouldn’t have worn it if it was cooler, so sorry I have to distract you for the day.” You smirk, the woman’s cheeks flushing from more than the heat.

“Oh, you think I’m distracted by you?” She asks and you grin, taking a step towards you.

“I think you are.” You lick your lips.

Kelley smirks, a brow arched.

“And I think you’re distracted just as much by me...” Her brown orbs flick from your eyes, to your lips and back.

You shrug, grinning.

“Maybe.”

Kelley opens her mouth to speak, but is cut off by the sound of a whistle, the defender jumping. She clears her throat, sending you one last glance, a grin splitting her face in half.

“Maybe you distract me too.”

Your eyes widen as you watch her go, the woman grinning cockily as she moves towards your teammates.

You clear your throat, glancing around as you do your best to ignore the dull ache between your legs.

***

Weeks and weeks of teasing have Kelley on edge, the woman’s core aching every time she sees your cocky smirk and twinkling Y/E/C orbs.

“What are you doing?” You snort when Kelley abruptly grabs your wrist the second the two of you get in the backstage of the arena.

The defender glances around before she opens a random door, when she’s satisfied no one will see the two of you and that the room is empty she shoves you inside, locking the door behind her.

“Umm, why’d you lock the door?” You ask with an arched brow, but inside your absolutely buzzing, wondering if what you’ve been thinking about was about to happen.

“Because you’re going to make me cum.” She says a matter of factly and your eyes widen.

Before you realize what’s happening, you’re shoved back against the wall behind you, the defender cupping your cheeks as she pulls you down into a kiss.

The defender sighs as your lips meet, Kelley’s lips prodding at your bottom lip until your lips part.

You let out a growl when your tongues meet for the first time, Kelley letting out a moan as her hands move to untuck your shirt from your pants.

Kelley inhales sharply when you push her back against the opposite wall, your hands running down her body and palming her through her shorts.

“Fuck.” She snarls, her eyes screwed shut as you rub your palm against her, the woman’s hips rolling.

Kelley’s breath hitches as your strokes pick up speed, but seconds later your freeze, burying your face in Kelley’s neck as you let out a groan, the defender stroking you through your black jeans.

“Oh fuck.” You growl as you rock into her, your own hand again moving against the front of her shorts.

You let out a pitiful whine when Kelley’s hand leaves you entirely, but then she’s tugging you forwards, burying her face in your neck as she straddles on of your legs, her leg slipping between your own.

Kelley’s fingers prod into your back as the two of you rut into one another, grunting and groaning into each other’s necks.

The sound of Kelley’s soft sighs and moans in your ear drags you closer and closer to the edge, your rhythm sloppy.

“Are you gonna cum?” You whisper in Kelley’s ear and she nods.

“Ye-Yeah, I’m...” Kelley’s mouth hangs open, brows furrowing as she lets out a lengthy cry, muffled by your shoulder.

You let out a raspy groan in her neck as you orgasm, quicker than you ever had before, but in this case, it was because this had been building up for months.

Your hips soon still, as do Kelley’s the two of you panting heavily into each other’s necks.

“Yeah, this is going to become a regular thing.” Kelley mumbles into your neck and you snort.

“Has my vote.”

***

“Shit.” Kelley mumbles as she gets on the bus, glancing over her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asks, brows furrowed and the defender huffs.

“I left something in the locker room...” She rolls her eyes. “I have to go back and get it.”

“I’m sure we can wait?” Alex shrugs and Kelley shakes her head.

“I’m sure Y/N can give me a ride to the hotel, but thanks.” Kelley slips off the bus, missing the way Megan glances at Ashlyn, the two grinning.

“Oh, I bet she can give her a ride back, pay the fuck up.” Ashlyn holds a hand out to Megan who lets out a growl, fishing her wallet out of her bag.

“You don’t know that that’s what they’re doing...” Ali mumbles, but the second the words leave her mouth everyone turns to her, brows arched.

“Yeah, I realized it was dumb after I said it.”

***

“How’d you get them to leave without you?” You chuckle as Kelley rolls her hips into you, the defender laughing as you roll the two of you over, her legs wrapping around your middle.

“Told them you’d give me a ride.” She smirks and you grin, a brow arched.

“Ohhh, I can definitely do that.”

Kelley rolls her eyes.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Ask nicely.”

You grunt when Kelley bends her leg, rubbing it against the crotch of your pants.

“Shit fuck.” You shudder, eyes slammed shut as Kelley watches you with a grin.

“Am I asking nicely enough?” She teases, her tongue trapped between her teeth and you nod.

“Ye-Yeah you’re asking nice enough.” You grunt, licking your lips.

You shift, your thigh against the apex between Kelley’s thigh as the two of you roll your hips the car shifting slightly as the two of you hump like a couple of teenagers in the back seat of a car.

“Y/N...” Kelley moans and your eyes widen, the sound of the defender moaning your name pushing you over the edge.

“Kelley...” You groan into her neck, the defender climaxing moments later with a loud cry, your hips slowing after a few moments.

The windows have indeed fogged up from the after practice exercise you’d done in the backseat of the car and you snicker.

“You breathe too heavy.”

“Shut up asshole.”

***

“Jesus Christ, you’re practically salivating.” Megan smacks your chest and you scoff.

“Over what?”

“Ummm, Kelley just lifted her shirt to wipe her face.” Ashlyn snorts and you shake your head.

“Didn’t notice.”

The two women share a glance.

“Sureeeeeeeeee you didn’t.” Ashlyn smirks, she and Megan making their way to the bench to sit by their teammates, leaving you to stand rigid, your eyes darkening every time you watch Kelley’s calve muscles flex as she runs downfield.

Soon, the familiar ache builds between your legs and you growl, hoping that halftime comes fast.

***

“Now?!” Kelley asks as you drag her to a secluded spot backstage and you nod.

“I mean everyone needs a little halftime pick me up.” You shrug and Kelley snorts.

“I can’t disagree.”

The second you get her to an empty room your hand is down the front of her shorts, your fingers tracing her slit through her panties.

Kelley untucks your shirt from your pants and stuffs her hands down your pants and into your boxers, the woman’s fingers running through your folds.

“F-F-Fuck.”

“You’re so wet already.” She whispers and you groan, the woman’s fingers rubbing against the throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs.

Kelley gasps when you slip your hand out of her shorts and slip them into her panties, your fingers stroking her in a way that makes her body shudder.

“Yeah, like that.” Kelley moans as you teasingly pinch the bundle of nerves between her legs.

“And you said I was wet.” You whisper in her ear, the woman crying out when you tease her entrance with your fingertips.

Kelley drops her hips, the top section of your finger slipping inside her.

“Eager, are we?” You ask and she shivers.

“Please, inside.” She begs and you’re happy to obliged, slipping two of your long fingers inside of her, the woman letting out a shuddering moan.

“Fuck, yeah.”

You rest your forehead against hers, snarling when her fingers slip inside you.

“Come on Y/N, I want you to fuck me.” She whispers in your ear, her hips starting to roll, her mouth hanging open, eyes screwed shut and brows furrowing.

Still in Kelley’s state, her fingers move, her thumb rubbing against your clit as her fingers slip in and out of your tight heat.

You can feel your release creeping up on you, and by the way Kelley’s walls flutter around your fingers, she’s close too.”

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Kelley moans, your fingers curling in a way that pushes her over the edge, the sound of her moans pushing you over the edge seconds later.

***

Ashlyn rolls her eyes, turning to look at Sonnett who has her hands over her ears.

“I can’t unhear that.” She pouts as Ashlyn moves towards the door, slamming her palm against the door.

“Seriously? You guys couldn’t wait until AFTER the game? Get your asses to the locker room.” The goalie rolls her eyes, she and Sonnett taking their leave, Ashlyn consoling the blonde defender.

***

Meanwhile, back inside the room you and Kelley are looking at each other with wide eyes.

“Fuck.” Kelley growls as your fingers slip out of her, your eyes locking with hers as you clean her essence from your digits.

The defender follows suit, her fingers leaving your tight channel before slipping into her mouth, the woman humming at the taste.

“Looks like that cat is out of the bag.” You shrug and Kelley rolls her eyes, smacking your chest.

“Shut up idiot.”

“Hey, if you weren’t porn star moaning, we wouldn’t get caught.”

“Hey! At least I don’t snarl like a grizzly bear.” She rolls her eyes and you smirk.

“If I remember correctly, that snarl as made you cum a few times.”

Kelley’s eyes narrow as she glares at you, cheeks and ears flushing pink.

“Shut up.”

Reluctantly, you head back to the locker room, smiling when you realize Kelley has taken your hand, her fingers slipping between yours.

By the time you get to the locker room, everyone turns to you with knowing smirks, except for Emily, the woman hiding her face in Ashlyn’s chest.

“How dare you scar her.” Alex rubs her back and the two of your cheeks flush.

“Sorry?” You shrug unapologetically, and Kelley smacks your chest.

It’s in that moment that Alex realizes the two of you are holding hands, her blue orbs darting from your joined hands to Kelley’s face.

The defender jerks her hand away from yours and moves towards her locker, leaving you behind with the phantom feeling of her hand in yours.

***

Holding Kelley O’Hara’s hand felt so right, righter than holding someone’s hand had EVER felt.

You drum your fingers against your bicep, watching the game go on in front of you, your eyes on a certain defender as she runs downfield.

“You care about her, don’t you?” You pick your head up, eyes wide when you see Alex Morgan standing in front of you, the woman giving you a soft smile.

“I don’t know what you’re-

“Bullshit.” She snorts and you sigh.

The forward doesn’t relent though, standing beside you, her arms crossed across her chest.

“We’re just messing around.” You whisper lowly, the woman leaning close to hear you, rolling her blue orbs as she pulls back.

“That doesn’t mean that feelings can’t develop between the two of you.” Alex growls and you huff.

“It’s just sex, that’s it.”

Alex pats your shoulder.

“The longer you keep telling yourself that, the worse it’ll make you feel.”

You watch the forward move towards the bench and take a seat a frown tugging the corners of your mouth down.

You know she was right, but really admitting it to yourself meant cutting off what was going on with Kelley and honestly, you didn’t want that to end.

***

A knock on your hotel room door makes your brows furrow.

You’d just gotten out of the shower and into your clothes to get ready for bed when someone started insistently knocking on the door.

One look through the peephole and you’re tugging the door open, a brow arched when you see Kelley O’Hara standing on the other side.

“You making a house call?” You snort, the defender rolling her eyes as she slips into your room.

“Who are you? Get out of my room!?” You say teasingly, Kelley grabbing your arm and pulling you into the room, kicking the door shut behind you.

“I needed to talk to you.” Kelley sighs and your eyes widen, your heart skipping a beat in your chest, but the voice in the back of your head tells you that she isn’t here to talk about pursuing more with you, so you plaster on a charming smile, as per usual and swagger towards the bed.

“We can’t hook up anymore in public.” Kelley says in a single breath.

You snort.

“Yeah, I figured since we got caught.” You shrug, sitting beside her on the bed and Kelley nods.

“Do you uhhh...” Kelley swallows hard, her gaze on the hotel’s tacky carpet beneath your feet.

“Do you want to stop ummm, what we were doing?” Kelley asks and you lick your lips, staring at the woman’s profile.

The woman nervously fidgets, glancing out of the corner of her eye at you every few seconds.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” She asks and you chuckle.

The woman lets out a squeak when you lift her into the air and place her in your lap.

“Do you want to stop?” You ask and Kelley licks her lips.

You inhale sharply when the woman gives her hips a roll, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

"Now that I’ve seen you half naked...” She whispers, her hands running down your chest, nails digging into your muscular stomach.

Kelley leans in, pressing her lips against yours, your heart stuttering in your chest at the feel of her lips against yours.

Her fingers tangle in your hair as your lips part, Kelley’s tongue slipping into your open mouth, caressing your tongue with hers.

Kelley gives her hips a roll and you shudder, your arms slipping beneath hers, your hands on her back.

The two of you part, a grin stretching across her face.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only one half naked at this party.” Your brows arch and Kelley rolls her eyes, holding her arms up in the air.

“Well?” She winks and you grin, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor.

You hum loudly.

“Still a little overdressed.” You teasingly stick your fingers in the hem of her sweats and give them a tug.

You watch with wide eyes as Kelley stands, pulling her sweats off with no hesitation, your cheeks flushing as you drink her in, realizing she’s in nothing but a thong.

“Better?” She asks, watching as the muscle in your jaw jumps and you nod.

“Ye-Yeah, be-better.” You stammer, the defender grinning as she goes to climb into your lap.

The defender gasps when she ends up flat on her back, her head on the pillows at the head of the bed.

“First time having you in a REAL bed.” You smirk, ducking down to latch onto her pulse point, the woman tilting her head back as you teasingly lash her pulse point with your tongue, giving it a nibble before giving it a hard suck.

“Shit.” Kelley groans, her fingers running down your back as you suck a bruise into her neck.

“That’s going to leave a mark.” You tease the defender sighing as she cups your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss.

“Fuck, I don’t care.” She whispers against your lips gasping when your leg slips between hers, your hips rolling as you kiss, tongue sloppily swiping at one another.

Kelley whines when your lips leave hers, but soon her back’s arching when you’re nibbling on her collarbone, your lips trailing down to the swell of her breasts.

As you suck the pillowlike flesh into your mouth Kelley pulls you closer, forcing more into your mouth before you release it with a loud pop, quickly turning your attention to her other breast.

Kelley shoves you back and your eyes widen, the woman fumbling with taking her bra off.

She grumbles as she tries to unhook it, her eyes narrowed as she glares at you.

“You get it.” She pouts and you smile, slipping a hand behind her and flicking your wrist, her bra immediately coming undone.

“Wipe the smirk of your face.” She grumbles, taking her bra off and tossing it on the floor.

“Your turn.” She flicks your sports bra strap and you smirk, jerking it over your head.

Immediately Kelley ducks down, latching onto your nipple.

You tilt your head back, sighing as the woman’s tongue lashes against your nipple.

“Fuck.” You groan as Kelley does the same to your other breast, kissing and nipping on the erect bud with a smirk.

“Shit Y/N.” She whispers as you roll your hips, legs wrapping around you as she buries her face between your breasts, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re covered in bruises.

You shove her back onto the bed, the defender chuckling as you slither down her, lighting brushing one of her nipples with the tip of your tongue.

“You don’t get to have all the fun.”

Kelley can’t keep still, as your lips latch to her nipple, the woman’s back arching as you lash the stiff bud with your tongue.

“Like that.” Kelley sighs and you grin, pulling back to give her breasts a few love bites, the defender grinning as you latch onto her other breast, giving it similar attention.

“Take them off.” Kelley commands as you pull back, your eyes wide.

“Are you...” You swallow hard, your eyes widening when Kelley sits up, cupping your cheeks.

Her brown orbs dart around your face as her thumb runs across your bottom lip.

“If you want to.” She whispers, leaning in to playfully bump her nose against yours. “I want to, but ONLY if you’re okay with it.”

You lick your lips, your nose brushing Kelley’s as your lips meet in a tender kiss.

Considering your eyes are closed you can’t see when Kelley’s eyes snap open, doubling in size when something more than lust runs through her.

Kelley’s eyes shut again just as you pull back.

“I want to.”

Your eyes remain locked with hers as you run down her body, your fingers slipping into the waistband of her thong.

Kelley nods, licking her lips as you strip her off the wet garment, your eyes still locked with her brown orbs until she spreads her legs, your eyes dropping to the apex between her thighs.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.” You whisper as you press a kiss to her calf, the woman’s tongue pushing between the tight line formed by her mouth.

You give her opposite calf equal attention before kissing up her thighs, stopping just shy of where she needs you most and sucking a bruise into her flesh.

“Please Y/N.” She whispers and you smirk, nibbling at her hip bone.

“Please what?” You ask and she growls, tangling her fingers in your hair and shoving your head between her legs.

“So forceful.” You smirk and Kelley growls.

“Y/N just-

The woman’s brows furrow, her eyes screwing shut and mouth falling open as you run your tongues through her folds for the first time.

“And I thought you tasted good on my fingers.” You whisper, blowing on her slick slit and the woman’s back arches.

Soon you’re back between her legs, a feeling Kelley can only describe as utter pleasure, the woman gasping and moaning as you find each and every spot that makes her toes curl.

“There!” Kelley yells, tangling her fingers in your hair, her back arched as your tongue moves just the way she likes it.

Kelley can feel the heat building in her lower belly, her lips parted as she grabs fistfuls of your hair, rocking into your eager mouth.

“Y/N, I’m gonna...” She squeaks.

“Cum baby, cum for me.” You whisper against her sex and Kelley cums with an obscene groan, her essence coating your tongue which you’re more than happy to lap up.

At the way Kelley’s hips quiver you get a devilish idea, pulling her flesh up with your thumb before lashing your tongue against the hidden, most sensitive part of her clit.

“FUCK Y/N!” She screams, cumming again with a cry, her back arched as much as humanly possible.

You help her down from her high, pressing a tender kiss to her sex before you’re pulling back, the defender covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she pants heavily, her lips parted.

You fall onto the bed beside her, the defender rolling over, burying her nose in your neck.

“I’ll... I’ll be ready in a minute.” She pants and you grin.

“You don’t have to.” You grin and she shakes her head.

“No... I...” Kelley grins, giggling.

“Damn, you’re good at that.” She shivers and you smirk, rolling on your side and wrapping your arms around her, the sweat covered woman wiggling closer, her nose buried in your chest.

You give her forehead a tender kiss, the woman smiling as she nuzzles into your chest.

“I’ll just take a power nap...” Kelley yawns and you nod.

“Sure, you will.”

The defender mumbles tiredly and you smirk.

“Sleep.” You whisper, kissing her forehead and the woman smiles, nuzzling closer before her breathing evens out and she’s fast asleep.

You look down at her with a smile, the defender smiling in her sleep making your heart skip a beat.

“Night Kel.” You whisper, your eyes fluttering shut.

Soon you too are fast asleep.

***

Kelley wakes well before you, smiling when she smells your body wash, the delicious ache in her hips reminding her of the night’s activities, as if she could actually forget the mind-blowing orgasms, you’d given her.

Kelley stares up at you through her eyelashes, a smile stretching across her face at the way your mouth hangs open, soft snores coming from your open mouth.

“I always knew you’d be a snorer.” She whispers against your chest, her eyes fluttering shut.

Kelley’s eyes flash back open though when you pull her closer in your sleep, mumbling under your breath.

Kelley tilts her head back, kissing the underside of your jaw, nuzzling against the spot she’d just kissed.

The defender cups your cheek, tilting your head down so she can look at your sleeping face. She leans in, her lips inches away from yours as her eyes flutter shut, soon she too is again fast asleep.

***

Waking the next morning, your lips mere inches away from Kelley’s is something you could definitely get used to.

You let out a lengthy sigh, your eyes widening when Kelley’s sleepy brown orbs flutter open.

“Finally, you sleep like a bear.” She laughs, voice raspy and you chuckle.

“How long have you been awake?” You ask, stretching and she smirks.

“A while...”

“Were you kissing me in my sleep, weirdo.” You tease and she rolls her eyes.

“No, I just wanted to be close enough to do this when you woke up...”

Kelley leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, cupping your cheek with one hand and taking your hand with the other, intertwining your fingers as the two of you kiss softly.

If Kelley were clothed, the kissing would be incredibly tame, though when she rolls the two of you over, her bare chest pressing against yours, you know it’s anything but.

You inhale sharply, the woman smirking, ducking down to kiss your neck.

“I suppose I should return the favor for all those hickies.” She whispers kissing and nipping at your flesh before sucking a bruise into your neck.

“Kel...” You gasp, the woman smirking.

“Hmmm?” She hums as she nibbles on your earlobe and you sigh, the apex of your thighs throbbing considering you hadn’t orgasmed the night before.

“Ohh, I bet you’re still turned on...” She whispers in your ear, sliding down your body, pushing herself up on her hands, hovering over you.

“How do you think this would feel...?” Kelley lowers herself towards your chest and you swallow hard, grunting even at the feel of Kelley’s breath on your chest.

“Shit.” You sigh as Kelley lightly flicks her tongue against the sensitive erect bud, your back arching.

“You are still turned on...” She whispers as she gives your nipple a bite, earning a groan as your body shivers.

The amount of pleasure you feel JUST from the woman lightly stimulating your nipples is enough to push you over the edge, but soon she’s pulling back with a smirk.

“Oh no, you’re not cumming yet.” She smirks, watching as a bead of sweat runs down your face. She crawls up your body, her lips pressing against yours, the two of you again getting lost in kissing, the sound of your lips meeting the only sound in the quiet room.

“FUCK.” You yell when Kelley, unbeknownst to you, slips a hand between your legs and palms you through your boxers, your brows furrowed and eyes screwed shut.

“Are you ready for me?” She asks and you nod, your lips parted.

“Ye-yes, p-please.” You grunt, inhaling sharply when Kelley tears your boxers off, the cold air hitting your slick heat.

“God, you’re soaked.” Kelley says as she spreads your legs, licking her lips.

Kelley smirks, her brown orbs locked with your Y/E/C orbs as she lowers her face to your core.

“I think I’ve teased you long enough.” She whispers, pressing a kiss to your pulsing clit, the small touch making your back arch.

Kelley smiles up at you, the sight of your pleasure, her own core throbbing.

The defender dives between your legs, her eyes rolling back in her head at the taste of your sex.

“God-da-damn.” You stutter, your fingers tangling in Kelley’s hair as your hips roll, Kelley paying extra attention to your clit.

Kelley slips two fingers inside you and you let out a literal snarl, the defender moaning against your sex, her body shuddering at the sound.

“Fuck, I want to hear you make that sound again.” She whispers against you, her fingers curling inside you.

“Kel, I’m...”

“I want you to cum, cum for me baby.” She whispers and you do, letting out a groan as you cum, the defender smirking against you, her own release creeping up on her as she rubs herself against the bed.

The orgasm is like one you never experienced, your toes curling, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you convulse.

“Ohhh yeah...” You shake, twitching, gasping when Kelley’s fingers slam into you, never ceasing, the woman taking a play from your own book by pulling the hood of your clit back and sucking on the newly exposed shaft of your clit.

“KELLEY!” You cry out, letting out a guttural roar as you cum again, your body convulsing even harder.

“Oh fuck, Y/N.” Kelley cries, burying her face in your thigh as she cums, her body shaking.

“God-Fuck... Shit.” Your body shivers harder, the sound of the woman’s orgasm prolonging your own.

You finally still, your eyes still rolled in the back of your head as you twitch and quake from the aftermath of three powerful orgasms.

“Shit Y/N...” Kelley sighs as she crawls on top of you, flopping down on top of you, the two of you panting heavily.

“Jesus.” You whisper, wrapping your arms tightly around her, the two of you covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Is today your day off...?” You whisper and the defender nods.

“Yeah.”

You grin.

“Well I think I know what we’re doing today.” You smirk and Kelley giggles.

“I can’t say I mind the sound of that.”

***

“So, I guess Y/N and Kelley are fucking all day, and I’m NOT about to go knock on that door.” Ashlyn shakes her head as she takes a seat beside Ali at breakfast.

“Y/N is just digging a deeper hole.” Alex frowns, everyone turning to her with an arched brow.

“What do you mean?” Lindsey asks and Emily scoffs, sitting down beside her.

“Y/N is in love with Kelley, but doesn’t want to admit it.”

The sound of gasp makes everyone still, the team turning around to see you and Kelley standing side by side, your eyes downcast and Kelley’s eyes wide.

Kelley can’t seem to get herself to move, even when you turn on your heels and take off, leaving her and the team behind.

“Kel...” Alex moves to her feet, placing her hands on Kelley’s shoulders.

The woman blinks, glancing around, her brown orbs doubling in size.

“Did you...” Kelley looks at Sonnett, the blonde’s eyes wide.

“Did you say she loves me?” She asks and Emily swallows hard.

“You weren’t supposed to find out this way...” She whispers, unaware that you’re already upstairs stripping out of your clothes and grab the essentials, leaving everything else behind.

“Wait, she, she loves me?” Kelley asks, chuckling in disbelief as she moves to sit beside Sonnett, her and Alex sharing a glance.

Kelley remember the tender kisses you’d shared that morning, how she felt when she woke in your arms that morning and how she felt seeing you were asleep in her arms.

Kelley blinks rapidly, the woman smiling as she jumps to her feet and runs off.

“I LOVE HER TOO.”

Alex shakes her head, smirking.

“I hope they figure this out...”

Little did she know you had already made your escape, taking off down the sidewalk and further into the city.

Kelley comes down minutes later, tears in her eyes.

“She took most of her things... She’s gone.”

***

“Shit fuck.” You shiver.

Unfortunately for you, it had started to snow, and also unfortunately for you, you hadn’t exactly grabbed a coat in your haste to leave.

“Of course, it would be fucking snowing, of fucking course.” You growl under your breath as you shake.

Even through the cold you march down the sidewalk, unwilling to go back to the hotel.

You know Emily didn’t mean to tell your secret, you didn’t blame her, it was jus bad timing and it couldn’t have been worse.

Wandering around the city you eventually end up at a park, the sidewalks now dusted with snow, as you begrudgingly sit on a bench, your body shuddering.

Yeah, it was cold, but you weren't going to the hotel, not yet, because then you’d have to face her and the harsh reality that she didn’t feel the same.

***

“Is there ANYWAY we can do to find her!? It’s cold and she didn’t take her coat!” Kelley motions to your suitcase and Emily clears her throat.

“We’re going to Alex’s room; it smells of sin in here.” Emily mumbles, earning a narrowed eyed glare from the defender.

“Come on, I’m sure we can figure out a way to find Y/N.” Megan leads the charge to Alex’s room, the entire team brainstorming.

“Wait, can we track her through Insta or something?” Julie snaps her fingers and everyone turns to her, smirking.

“Ertz comes through for us again!”

***

You don’t know how long you sit on the bench, unmoving until someone gives your shoulder a shake.

“Y/N, hey, we need to get you back to the hotel...”

You blink rapidly, your brows furrowed.

“Lys?” You ask, the goalie nodding.

“Yeah, it’s me. Jesus, you’re freezing.” She mumbles, helping you to your feet, your bones aching from the cold, a thin coating of snow covering you.

“How long have I been out here?” You mumble, glancing around and Julie frowns, coming from out of nowhere, slipping a coat over you.

“A couple hours.” She frowns and you shudder, her, Crystal, and Carli leading you down the sidewalk.

“Come on, let’s get you back.”

You swallow hard, stopping, much to everyone’s dismay.

“Does she hate me?” You ask shivering and Julie shakes her head, smiling.

“Of course not.”

Alyssa smiles, shaking her head.

“She never could.”

Carli and Crystal gently place their hands on your back.

Carli smiles.

“But you two need to talk.”

You nod, swallowing hard.

“I know.”

***

“Alyssa found her, they’re heading back to the hotel now.” Christen sighs in relief.

“Is she okay?’ Kelley asks worriedly and Christen frowns.

“Apparently she was just sitting on a bench covered in snow.”

Kelley pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing.

“Damn it Y/N…” She mumbles, her heart racing.

The second they get back to the hotel, Kelley basically leaps out of the car, leaving her teammates behind as she makes a beeline for the elevator.

Kelley makes her way down the hall towards your room, eyes wide when she sees Julie standing outside your door.

“Is she okay?” The defender asks and Julie nods.

“Freezing, but okay.”

Kelley moves towards the door, but before she can step inside, Julie catches her wrist.

“She really cares about you Kel.”

Kelley nods, giving Julie’s hand a squeeze

“I know.”

***

The second the door opens you freeze, your eyes slamming shut.

The bed dips and your eyes flash open, locking with Kelley’s dark brown orbs.

Kelley cups your cheeks, your flesh freezing beneath her hands.

“God, you’re so cold.” She whispers, surprising you when she slips under the covers with you, wrapping her arms tightly around you.

“Kel I-

Kelley shushes you softly.

“We’ll talk about it later, let’s just focus on you getting warm.”

Kelley immediately notices how rigid you are and she frowns.

“Look I promise we’ll talk, okay? But right now you need to get warmed up, the #1 priority.”

Soon the rest of the team is upstairs, peeking in the room to see the two of you huddled together, the defender’s arms wrapped around you.

“Let’s give them some privacy.”

Ashlyn shrugs.

“Orrrrrrrrr… we could always listen through the wall since our room is right beside theirs…”

Everyone shares a glance.

Ali grins.

“Alright you talked me into it.”

She basically runs into the hotel room, her teammates following close behind.

“Didn’t take much.” Ashlyn snorts.

“I’m invested, if I have to listen to them screw all night long, I deserve to know if they’re together!”

***

Kelley pulls you close, her eyes screwed shut as she holds your still shivering and shuddering body.

“I was so scared.” She whispers, nuzzling into your cold neck, the woman’s hot breath on your neck making you sigh.

“I’m sorry I scared you.” You say, voice raspy and raw from disuse.

Kelley pulls back cupping your cheeks, though she wanted to focus on warming you up, she also wanted to address the elephant in the room.

You can’t help but stiffen, not wanting to turn to Kelley, the woman’s brown orbs holding a truth that you worried would go against what you wanted, what your heart wanted.

“Please look at me.”

You sigh, your eyes screwed shut as you turn towards her, eyes still hidden behind closed eyelids.

“Please Y/N. Please.” Kelley pleads and you take a deep breath, nodding to yourself before your eyes finally flutter open.

Your Y/E/C orbs lock with hers, Kelley’s brown orbs shining with tears.

“P-P-Please don’t cry.” You stammer, covering the hands on your cheeks with your own.

“Kel. I’m so sorry I just-

You inhale sharply when Kelley leans in, her lips pressing against your cold ones.

The kiss is tender, a kiss you’d shared a few times before, a kiss that told you that she feels the same, that she did back then, but like you, she had no idea how to tell you.

The two of you part, your lips splitting in a grin as your eyes lock with hers.

Kelley leans in, her forehead resting against yours.

“I love you Y/N... I have for a while and I’m sorry I didn’t-

You lean in, silencing her with a kiss, the two of you parting only when you can’t stop grinning.

“I love you too.” You whisper, the defender giggling as she lunges back in, crawling on top of you as she presses kisses to your lips, your chin, your cheeks, your forehead, anywhere and everywhere she can reach.

Kelley hums, smirking, her tongue slipping between her lips as her brown orbs dart around your face. She leans in, playfully brushing her nose against yours.

“I know a way we can warm up.” You flirt, the defender rolling her eyes.

“Shut up and go to sleep, get your mind out of the gutter.”

That’s how the team finds you later, the two of you fast asleep, your arms wrapped tightly around the defender whose nose is buried in your neck, her hand cupping your cheek.

“It’s about time...” Alex smiles as she tiptoes to the bed, pulling the blankets up and over the two of you.

“This probably means we should suggest that Kelley and Y/N have a room away from us when we travel, right?” Emily sighs and Ashlyn nods.

Christen snorts.

“Yeah, that won’t help, we could hear them down the hallway.” Christen glances at Tobin, the woman nodding.

“So, a different floor then?” Emily shrugs, and Julie scoffs.

“Nope, we could hear them up there too.”

“A new hotel then?” Emily huffs and everyone snickers.

“Yep.”

Kelley snarls, sleepily.

“Could you guys go away?” She mumbles sleepily and everyone rolls their eyes.

“Fineeeeeee. Congrats Kel.” Alex ruffles the defender’s hair and she huffs, glaring at everyone until they leave the room, before she turns back to you, you who are still fast asleep.

“I love you Y/N... I’m sorry it took me so long to admit it.”

You grumble in your sleep, pulling her back down against your chest.

“I love you too.”

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