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angelfoodcake222 · 6 months

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I made this post posing the question the read along the lines of "How would these characters react to their friend or S/O, Y/N, coming home after a big fight that made them temporarily forget about a prescheduled meet-up at their (Y/N's) place?" or something to that effect. Here's what I have for the selected individuals.

TW: The reader [that's you] gets into a big fight, mentions combat, blood, violence, & bandaging. Comfort at the end of each. Reader is in a dress on Mac's part for "Fabric in the Midnight Wind" effect~.

A/N (Author's Note): I'm labeling this as NSFW as it is dealing with violent elements. I'll make a traditional NSFW version if this one gets some traction via reblogs. Since there is a lot to read in one sitting, I'll sever this up to the Three Monkey Bois for now. On with the reading, enjoy.

Monkey Trio x Hurt!Reader

Sun Wukong, The Monkey King

Translation: "I have a way to make you truly confident!" 🫣 😳

>Boy! If you never live to see a single soul genuinely worry for your well-being, Sunny/Sunshine/Sundrop would be the lone beacon of an example you would ever think of.

>Hey was just chilling on your sofa, munching on some peach chips you had stored up for him, snug in a pile of blankets, pillows & plushies while awaiting your arrival.

>He came in a bit earlier to get y'all's movie night all set up so you could both relax, watch some movies (most are his own but they're from your collection anyway, being the 2nd biggest SWK fan right beside MK although Sun could argue who's who in that arena), then have a nice conversation before falling asleep on the amassed cushions while basking in each other's presence.

>The door clicked open before it screamed from your falling into the mudroom portion of the entrance, closing with just as much force as you close it with your foot. You grunt from your prone position into an uncomfortable kneeling one with a bit of effort just to be jump-scared by your simian companion.

>"What happened!?" "Why didn't you call me!?" "Who did this to you!?" "Your knuckles are redder than my scarf!"

>You settled your index finger over his mouth prompting his lips to zip together momentarily as you spoke lowly, your crimson essence oozing from somewhere just behind your hairline & over your face like a scene out of a horror film.

"Sunshine, Sundrop, Sunny, I love you & all, but I have the worst migraine imaginable right now & I'd greatly appreciate it if you could crank the energy down to a two for tonight. Please?"

>You try to stand but the shifting upsets the injuries to your leg & head causing you to falter shortly. Luckily, SWK has you covered.

>He sweeps you onto the softest cloud you could ever imagine & eases you the the bathroom where he helps bandage you almost to the point of mummification, only stopping when your wounds' blood flow does.

>The apology for forgetting about the meet-up was quickly fanned off as he stated that he was just glad that you were alive & had the strength to make it home.

>Without a moment to process movement, you were placed dotingly in the nest of new & old fabrics as SWK spoke with you about what happened unless you didn't want to talk about it.

>Either way, the night draws to a close with the two of you subdued by slumber & a plumbing adrenaline boost.

>At times like these, SWK wished he had Macaque's hearing so you would always be safe. Always.

•Bonus points if Y/N's eyes are bloodshot to such a degree that makes them match SWK in a macabre way, be it from fatigue, something thrown into their eyes, or even some cheap temple-based shots.

(((The Six-Eared))) Macaque

>>This one got out of hand & pocket for me, I apologize.

>Mans was so proud of you, that's a fact.

>For obvious reasons, Mac is a special case. Y'know, with him being nearly omniscient & all that to an uncanny degree.

>He heard it.

>No ifs, &s, or buts, he heard you struggling & portalled to the parking lot you had been ganged up into.

>When he got there, he couldn't move as he was watching you take the punks out left, right & center.

>Looks like you had been watching him closer than he originally thought.

>True, you learned his moves to a T, but there were many new moves he had not shown you nor did he learn of these moves until then.

>He couldn't resist sneaking closer, hiding in the shadows of light posts, the building the lot is connected to, even in the shadow of already fallen opponents just to watch you. Admire you.

>He had never seen you, his patient, doting, tiny slice of divine decadency, go absolutely feral on a pack of semi-post-pubescent punks before or on anyone or thing for that matter.

>You were rage personified; limbs snapped like malnourished celery stalks, punches to the torso forcing their knees to buckle lending to your own knee's task of colliding almost mercilessly collide with its target's face with a sickening smack, your nails digging into their now-exposed flesh as the battle left you with no other option but to strip the young adult males of their slivers of protection.

>All of this started just because none of them, not a single one, could or would take "No" as an answer to their sleazy, seedy, downright disgusting "generous offers" which led to them ganging up on you in the store's parking lot which escalated to the beating the few alpha-minded ingrates were receiving currently.

>They tore your dress up anyway, this angered you to the point of whooping them as Mac had bought that for you. It was a simple, comfy, modest dress to match your overall vibes, nothing skimpy or gaudy, but you were not pleased.

>In the heat of the fight, you had dropped the groceries you gathered just for your & Mac's night together; plums, sweets, a well-sized but not massive blanket to cuddle under, even a horror movie the two of you have been meaning to watch together for months up to this point.

>While you handed the last opponent's own backside to them on a silver platter, Mac sneakily gathered the miraculously safe items from beside your bicycle so as to not distract you from your feral focus & set them into the basket, simultaneously watching you send the remaining idiot whimpering off like the cowardly cockroach they were.

>Once you finish scolding the crawling mess now at least a few yards from you, Mac chuckled.

>"Mac!? How long were you standing there??" Your primordial bloodlust plummeted once your eyes landed on the lone trustworthy male as he stood under the flickering, stained light of the decrepit lamp post you parked under so far from the store because of a rude worker who threatened you far earlier. His smile sent rosey tones over your face.

>"Calm down, Sugar Plum. I heard you having a scuffle & came to help. Looks like you did a lot more studying than just watching me in the Dojo, huh?" That iconic smirk of his sent your soft pink face into a richer red that singed the forming bruise on your cheek & corresponding cut into an agitated throb. He leans to remove his cloak/cape, settling it over your shoulders as the chilly night air starts to reach through your heated skin.

>"Even though I think you look absolutely ravishing like this, I am still upset about those creeps touching you at all." You cock your not-so-sore brow at him. A smart comment was forming but wilted as you looked down, frowning at your garbs.

>Yes, you could sew it back together but it was the idea of the garb that Mac had searched & selected just for you that made you sad.

>"I could always get another dress for you." You shake your head at his kind offer before smiling.

>"& miss out on having tangible story markers? No way! These rips may look unseemly, but they are important & signify lessons well learned. I can patch 'em up, Mac. No worries."

>You welcomed wounds & injuries with torn fabric to boot over a few self-learned lessons? He should take a page or two from your book.

>His smile reflected yours, with all the warmth & kindness you've shown each other for nearly a year now.

>The walk through one of his portals, bike & groceries in tow, & into your home's front entrance area was probably one of the calmest moments of your day.

>Like SWK, Mac gathered plushies, pillows & the only blanket you had that wasn't washing right then onto your loveseat sofa.

>He tried brewing tea for you earlier but tripped & spilled it on the mound of blankets while trying to bring the whole kettle, sugar/sweetener & milk/cream to the softest place in the dwelling, leaving the current one being the lone survivor in the soaking accident.

>It was patterned with cartoon macaque monkeys chasing uncanny anthropomorphic bananas. Cute, though this was a gag gift from a relative of yours. You kept it anyway.

>While he bandaged your semi-dressed form, you worked on the dress after getting most of the blood out of its fabric.

>If he wasn't so busy trying not to bind your wounds too tightly or loosely, he'd be peacefully watching your needle pass through the garb's wounds as it pulled the thread behind it.

>The rest of the night was spent with small talk & cuddles, snacks, & a long-awaited horror movie you both giggled through.

>Slumber followed soon after the credits rolled in. Well, for you it did.

>Mac stayed up, watching your bruised, bludgeoned, slightly bleeding form's chest move as you breathed, your heart's recently rabid pace now slowed to its calmest rhythm.

>He made a mental note to dismantle each & every one of those creepers mentally & physically in due time, a devout note at that.

>For now, he rests his tail on you as his dreams follow his arms carefully curling around your tender body.

>Unmitigated dreams of a bloodied, armor-clad you wooing him Fabio style did little to calm his heart rate.

MK (Monkey Kid)

>He was slightly different from the two later seniors in terms of setup.

>He had the comfy setup but it was all around your coffee table where fun, colorful board games sat in their boxes with plates of apple slices, fruit salads & favored drinks & dips placed near it. Video games acted as a backup plan this time.

>The real meal was simmering on your stove.

>He even made a checklist & focused on it with all his heart & mind.

>He only got distracted twice! You'd be so proud of him once you came home!

>This is where MK is teetering between SWK & Mac; he was sitting patiently, doodling for a bit until he sensed something was off, like Mac.

>He chose Mac's route to head out & find you ASAP but was hindered by your limping shape stepping around the corner.

>He would have apologized for not watching where he was going if it weren't for you asking him why he was out this late all by himself.

>Cue the SWK reaction: "What happened!?" "Who did this!?" "Let's get you inside!" All of this was said in one compressed breath as he ushered you through the front door & onto the cushioned floor.

>He rushes to your bathroom to find the First Aid kit you always kept filled to the gills with life-saving tools. "Lifesaving" being defined as bumps & boo-boos by MK's racing mind.

>When he turns to see what you're giggling at, you catch his temple with your lips, smiling admiringly at his reaction.

>"My hero~." You compliment as he falls over in a plumb of blush, still gripping the bandages leading to your half-wrapped limb.

>He regains his composure enough to finish his task & hug onto you, only leaving to make your respective meals.

>The meals, drinks & snacks were delicious, the board games were simple enough. You both came to a tie on a racing game, calling a truce in trade of small talk on the gathered bedding beneath you two.

>Sleep was a slow-moving thing when you were with MK, his excitable energy was contagious & activated by anything & everything.

>You both randomly plummet into respite as MK dreams of a cheesy scene based on your complaint earlier.

A/N: OK, this was a bit short, but I'll be making more of this later. Mei, Sandy, Pigsy & Tang are next! Find my master list here!

Finishes one piece/part of a series. Five milliseconds later, me:

#prompts #writers on tumblr #mature #just thinking #reader insert #fanfiction writer #lmk mk #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk x reader #lmk macaque #lmk

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thekidultlife · 4 years

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#3 Dom/Sub | 30 Nights with Lee Jihoon

30 Nights with Lee Jihoon

Once a week. Almost thrice a month.

Sometimes even more.

It was Lee Jihoon’s idea.

As assassins working on opposing sides, life is always on the edge. Deceit, death and violence are invariably a lifestyle; things that never fail to tail behind you as sowers of chaos. Thus, it is necessary for things to be quick, temporary and detached, in case something unexpected happens. In matters of carnal needs, the same rules apply.

The arrangement was simple and straightforward. When the time and place has been agreed upon months prior via discrete channels, you or Jihoon would sneak into the venue of choice either as guest or staff a few days ahead of schedule. Meanwhile, the other would sneak into the hotel through a different manner and finally meet up in the room you have decided upon. Every rendezvous would be done in a distinct method in order to lose anyone who would attempt to look.

Tonight’s tryst, much like every other, was expertly done.

Posing as a socialite guest for the fundraising gala at the hotel’s expansive function room, it was easy for you to get in and get out. On the other hand, Jihoon had entered the hotel as a businessman on a trip a few days ago and it would be his last night staying at the hotel.

“Hm. This place is way nicer than the last,” you remarked, picking up your bag inside a heavy mahogany cabinet which was deposited there by you a week before.

You could tell it was a presidential suite with its own lobby space filled with minimalist furniture, a larger than life bathroom which had a pool for a bathtub and a luxurious king sized bed which Jihoon was currently sitting on, busy unloading the weapons in his person. It looked like a room straight from an architect magazine.

“Found this place during a mission a long time ago. Thought it’ll be easier to infiltrate with the amount of events they hold here,” he replied, chucking out a final pistol from his coat.

You hummed in acknowledgement as you finished sweeping the whole place of any hidden cameras and listening devices.

“Oh, and the dress stays on, by the way,” he easily remarked, regarding you with cold eyes and a mocking smirk. “It’s my turn tonight.”

Wearing a sleek silken black dress that was loosely hanging on your shoulders by thin straps, it teasingly reveals a bit of cleavage and a peek of your thighs. You calmly agreed as you stood in your place, waiting for his turn to move. Without breaking eye contact, Jihoon slowly moved towards you with hands in his pockets. The game had long started without any preamble.

"Did you miss me, Y/N?" He asked as soon as he was in front of you, his intense eyes meeting yours.

"I missed your dick," you replied bluntly, earning a small chuckle from him.

"Come on now," Jihoon admonished you as he fished out a small pocket knife, admiring the reflective surface of the metal. "I'm trying to be romantic here."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "This relationship is hardly romantic."

Arching an elegant brow, Jihoon began to circle around you, regarding you from head to toe.

"I'm pretty sure it's easy for us to pretend it is tonight, don't you think?" Placing the blunt side of the knife on your bare back, he slowly dragged it down your skin to where the dress began to flow again.

You flinched at the cold metal as he lightly traces it on your skin in patterns of whatever. Now fully completing his circle, the both of you are once again face to face; a cold fire burning within your evocative gazes. As he carefully caressed your neck with the tip of the blade, Jihoon made a small smile devoid of any warmth.

"As heartless murderers, we often lust for things we can’t have," he says dripping with smugness, tipping your chin up with the knife. “And you and I both understand that unsatisfied lust could prove disastrous in our line of work.”

He meandered the knife down your collarbones, deliberately creating lines as if he was imagining it piercing through your skin. You sucked in a breath, unable to say anything with how hard your heart was pounding against your chest. Despite your silence and seemingly apathetic attitude, you were loving it. The twisted thrill of being at each other's throats sent an unbelievable high through your veins, the same way you chased after the thrill of hunting and to be hunted.

Yet it still wasn’t enough.

"Let's see, what should we do first?" He moved the blade on the strap of the dress, lifting it up as it pulled taut. "Should I cut up this dress to strip you naked?"

No. This wasn’t enough at all.

“I don’t think so.”

You suddenly grabbed his arm, twisting it as the knife hurled towards the floor. Yet Jihoon was fast enough to react and swung his free arm towards you. Forced to dodge, your hold on him weakened and he was able to get himself free. However, that proved to be a fatal mistake as Jihoon retaliated back and seized your wrist. He pulled you forcefully towards him, and using gravity and his own weight, he pushed you back, hitting the wall in a loud, painful thud.

“You…” Jihoon was panting, his jaw rigid with adrenaline and controlled fury. “And here I was wondering why you haven’t made a move yet. What a woman you are.”

All of that happened in just a span of a few seconds. As trained assassins, it was necessary to be quick and exacting. Every action had a purpose and no energy was wasted, as little mistakes could spell a botched mission.

You flicked your head to remove the hair that was covering your face as you smirked at him, your chest heaving from all the action.

“But you love it. You love it when I fight back. You love it when you have to drag me to the bed screaming. You like this kind of thing,” you continued to provoke him. It usually brings out more of that intensity in his eyes, that kind of animalistic behavior from his stoic and aloof disposition.

“And you don’t?” Jihoon chuckled darkly, his little canines showing as he closed in on you. “We’re cut from the same cloth, princess. You love this as much as I do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

He ground his knee to the apex of your thighs, making you inhale sharply. “You like this, don’t you? You like it when I’m rough with you, manhandle you like the little slut you are.”

Hanging on only your bravado, you glared at him. “...fuck you…”

Jihoon simply smirked at your petulance, tightening his grip on your arms while you struggled to break free from his grasps. “Say what you want, darling. Soon enough you’ll be screaming my name as I fuck your cunt until you can no longer cum. You’ll be begging me to take you again and again and cum inside you until it drips down your thighs. You want me to fuck you, hard and rough. You like that don't you, my little slut?"

His voice was low and hushed yet you could feel the anger seep through his words, through the harshness of his tone. You failed to answer as you felt his knee push against your core once again, now harder this time, making you bite a moan.

"...make me…"

You were panting, your arms lay limp on his grasps yet you simply refused to submit. Pride and thrill kept you burning, wanting him to burn along with you; wanting to break that mask he wore. You wanted to see an unadulterated, unrestrained Lee Jihoon; the one who bares his real emotions even if those emotions were anger and lust.

Defiant to the end, you managed to catch his gaze, glaring at him with half lidded eyes and parted lips. Nonetheless, it gave a similar effect as you felt him tense up, almost wanting to devour you. Grinning at you maliciously, his look was feral and dark.

"This is what I like about you, Y/N."

Without warning, Jihoon pushed his lips against yours in an agonizing and bruising kiss. You gasped at how rough he was yet this was what you were looking for, the rush you chase after. Hard and unapologetic, he would bite and suck on your lips as if he was trying hard to draw blood, and you would push back like you always do, ravishing his until they were red and swollen.

I'm so in love with you. I love, I love, I love you.

You both knew you were never good at expressing what emotions were brewing inside of your hearts. So you fought and fought, hoping that the other would finally get it. You both prayed that maybe through every insult, every slap, every stubborn indignation to never declare defeat, the other would finally understand what you meant. It was twisted, toxic and cruel, but that's how it was.

I can never have you.

He let go of your other wrist, opting to rather place his hand on your neck as he applied a slight pressure. He knew you loved it, as you easily allowed him to play with your tongue. Jihoon was loving it as well, dominating you was a great reward, in and of itself.

Brushing your dress aside with his leg, he slipped in until his knee found your gradually dampening panties again and pushed against it. You made a garbled noise while Jihoon enjoyed ravishing your tongue.

You were slowly heading to subspace, you knew that, yet of course, as usual, you wouldn't back down without a fight.

In a moment's impulse, you bit his lip hard enough to bleed. Jihoon immediately pulled away, glaring at you with eyes ready to kill. He wiped away the blood with his thumb and sucked it clean as he hardened his clench on your throat.

With a sarcastic chuckle, Jihoon leaned against you, gazing at you with eyes burning with anger and desire before speaking.

"...you little brat…"

As soon as he was done talking, Jihoon held your arms tightly and dragged you towards the bed. You staggered, unable to walk because of the ache between your thighs, and simply allowed Jihoon to toss you to the mattress haphazardly.

Jaws clenched, Jihoon pinned you to the bed with his legs as he loosened his tie, seizing both your wrists to tie you up nice and good. You tried to struggle yet it was pointless: Jihoon was too strong and you never wanted to escape anyway, you just wanted to provoke him.

"There you go, princess! Isn't this what you wanted, you fucking slut? Doing this on purpose… do you want to be punished that badly?" He finally spoke again, his words filled with sarcasm as he noticed your expression of complete arousal.

As much as he wanted to be composed, Jihoon knew that he was as horny as you were, feeling his pants tighten up as he gazed upon your form tied up and helpless. He was getting antsy, his blood was pumping fast and it was your fault that he had slipped control.

Grabbing the long forgotten knife on the floor, he made a quick work of your dress, cutting it up into pieces as you cried in protest. It's not like he cared if it was Gucci or something. Now, you were left on your black lace lingerie which Jihoon always appreciated on you more than any dress.

"Let's continue, shall we?" He told you, yet his voice lacked the teasing elegance it once had. Now you could feel the deep seated irritation and the punishment you had instigated.

"You seem to like my leg so much," he placed it once again against your wet clothed pussy, making you mewl. "Why don't you grind yourself against it?"

You moaned in protest, sobbing as you felt him push against your now sensitive clit; daring you to relieve yourself in the most embarrassing and humiliating manner. Yet you wanted it, you were tempted to.

"Come on now, darling. Isn't this what you wanted me to do? Or would you like me to punish you instead?" Jihoon exclaimed with a smirk, watching you squirm under his knee.

Unable to hold it anymore, you slowly rubbed yourself against it, moving your hips steadily as you made a face of utter pleasure. You could see him through half-lidded eyes as he tried his best to calm down even though he was absolutely turned on as well.

"Look at you, Y/N," he teased in a sing-song voice as he grinned. "You look like a fucking slut, enjoying my knee like that. You look so fucking desperate. Does it feel that good?"

"...Jihoon…" you mewled, opening your legs even more, as you pleaded for more. You were getting closer as you felt the pleasure build up, your hole clenching for nothing. You wanted him to fill you up more than anything.

Yet he only pushed on your pussy harder, making you scream. "Answer my question. Does it feel good, princess?"

Gritting your teeth, you tried to suppress a shudder, arching your back.

"Y-yes, yes! ….it feels so…good!" You cried in submission, yet you continued to rub yourself on him. Any time now and you'll be coming…just a bit more…more…

Satisfied, Jihoon made a small smile and removed his knee from you as you protested in sweet, sweet sobs from the loss of friction.

"...no, n-no…Jihoon, please…!" You were now desperate, pulling against the tie you were bound with.

With eyes full of contempt yet with a content smile, Jihoon walked away and went to the nightstand beside the bed. Opening one drawer, he returned with something in his hands. You took a breath when you finally realized it was a bright pink dildo.

Without a word, he returned to his place from before, giving you a look that screamed he was planning something. Your heart was beating so loudly that it was the only thing that you could hear. Pushing aside your panties, he rubbed the toy on your slit, coating it with your own slippery juices. Every time it would push against your sensitive bud, you could only moan and cry out Jihoon's name.

He was smiling sweetly at you as if he wasn't torturing you with a dildo. Adoring your writhing figure on the sheets, Jihoon wanted nothing but to pin you down and thrust in you as harshly as he could. But he knew, with eyes glinting of mischief, that greater things come with patience.

Without warning, Jihoon suddenly inserted the dildo inside you in one rough push as you screamed in pleasure, arching your back as you pulled on your restraints. You were overrun by intense spasms as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your chest heaving in full breaths.

"...fuck…Jihoon, J-Jihoon…"

You could only mutter his name as you tremble at the remnants of your climax.

"Oh, did I make you cum?" He asked, pulling and pushing the toy inside of you, enjoying the wet sounds it made while you were crying out how sensitive you were. "You do know well that you can't just cum like that, don't you princess?"

Not waiting for a reply, Jihoon simply smirked as he crawled towards you, taking a hold of your chin as he made you face him.

"Isn't this what you want? For me to punish you for being such a fucking brat? Don't you just love this, darling?" He whispered to you, his lips just a few inches away. "I'm a generous person, so I'll give you more than you asked for."

As he swiped his thumb on your lips, he once again gave you a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing your lips open and entering with such passion. Jihoon grabbed a handful of your hair as he raised your head, drowning away your moans with his deep kisses.

Distracted by his lips, you hardly noticed Jihoon reach out for his pocket and switched the dildo on, vibrating in you as you choked out a cry. Pulling away, he reveled at the pained yet pleasured face you made as pools of tears began to form. You were far too sensitive, yet you knew there was no way you were allowed to cum. Like what Jihoon had said, this is exactly what you had brought upon yourself.

"How about that, princess?" He chuckled, pulling your hair to force you to look at him.

With eyes glazed and lips parted, you had no choice but to gaze at him as your face contorted in pleasure. There was nothing more embarrassing as he watched you with a shit-eating grin on his lips, yet there was nothing you could do as the vibrations intensified.

"Don't you look so pretty, Y/N?" He mockingly cooed at you, his hand wrapped around your neck. "That fucked out face really suits you."

"J-Ji…please, please…nghh—! I...w-want you…" you muttered through moans and pants, yet he only scoffed.

"Come on now, princess. Are you already at your limit?" He moved the hand on your neck and pushed your head up. You couldn't see him but you know he was gloating. "After that show of yours, I'm sure you can handle a bit more."

Not waiting for a reply, Jihoon dipped down your neck and began to leave dark bruises on your skin as much as he could. You knew, after being with this man for such a long time, that he would leave visible marks, not caring if anyone would see. He was possessive that way, and you loved it no other way.

Making his way down, Jihoon easily removed your bra away and tossed it somewhere across the room. You immediately arched your back as you felt his tongue on your nipples, sucking, teasing, biting while you were reduced to a screaming mess. He can easily identify your sweet spots, memorizing it as easily on the first night. He knew you had sensitive breasts and he took no time to fondle and squeeze them.

At this point, you were at the brink of another orgasm, the dildo providing no comfort as it once again vibrated in your cunt. You had long been begging Jihoon, yet he had easily reminded you that this was a punishment by pushing the dildo deeper inside you.

"Do you want my cock instead, princess?" He taunted, pulling and pushing the dildo in and out of you, making a wet sound that echoed across the room. "I could give it to you if you ask nicely."

You could only groan as you felt his fingers brush against your clit, the dildo vibrating violently in you. You wasted no time to whimper pleas.

"P-please...mmnn...J-jihoon...I want it…I w-want it s-so much…"

He smirked. "Want what, darling?"

Taking every single inch of your strength not to cum, you replied with tears in your eyes.

"I w-want your cock…Jihoon…please, p-please! Nghh! I want in me…!"

Humming, Jihoon casually straddled you across your torso, his legs pinning you down as he gave a small smirk. He began to unbuckle his belt, gazing down at you who had more or less an inkling of what he was about to do.

"Since you've been a good girl and all," Jihoon began, slipping the belt off. "I'll give you a special treat before I fuck the shit out of you."

Unzipping his pants, Jihoon freed his now hard cock from its restraints. You could only nervously gulp as he took a fistful of your hair, making you sit up. With a grin, he pressed your face against his crotch, looking down on you.

"You know how to suck dick, right princess? With a low drawl, he asked; his contained lust and irritation obvious once again.

You looked up, nodding tentatively. He looked so immaculate at that angle, his smile almost soft, but you knew better than to let your guard down. Taking all of him in slowly, you accommodated his length in your mouth, careful not to scrape your teeth against it. Jihoon was big and it was difficult for you not to choke on his length without being careful, yet it seemed like Jihoon had other ideas up his sleeve.

With a tight grip on your hair, he easily forced himself down your throat, making you gag in the process. This was nothing new but it took you by surprise every time he did it.

"Your mouth feels so good around me, princess," he groaned out, caressing your filled cheeks as he thrusted in harshly. "Makes me want to come in that pretty little mouth of yours."

You gazed back at him, head bobbing, as you felt his hard cock twitch between your lips. You felt so full with both his dick in your mouth and a dildo still inside your pussy. Feeling your juices coat your thighs sticky, you clenched tightly at the toy as you felt his tip brush your throat. If this was your first time, you would've thrown up at the beginning yet being used to this, you knew how to handle him and how to enjoy yourself. As he met your eyes, arousal shot down your stomach in a flash. You were instantly reminded why you always returned to him, why all of this was so addicting. You loved the look in his deep brown eyes--dilated, feral and aroused.

"Princess…ahh…that's right," Jihoon moaned breathless, tightly gripping your hair as you quickened your pace. "I'm going to come soon…you better take all of it in, okay?"

Humming your agreement, you unintentionally sent vibrations down his shaft, making him growl. In a few strokes, Jihoon came inside your mouth in a loud groan as you struggled to swallow all of it. Much like the first time, he came a lot and some had spilled down your chin.

Loosening his grip on you, Jihoon pulled out, his mind still lightheaded from post-orgasm. As he watched you lick yourself clean of his cum while still being tied up, with a flashy pink toy still in you, a new surge of arousal came to him. This was definitely not over.

Cupping your chin, he bent down to kiss you once again. This time it was deeper and more sensual as if a dam had opened up in him. You easily welcomed his kiss, moving against his lips sloppily. As if something had possessed him, Jihoon hurriedly took off the coat and the dress shirt he was still wearing as he pushed you down the bed once again.

Jihoon, as he opened your legs, took a good look at your ruined panties and your obviously and painfully wet pussy with a huge smirk on his lips.

"What a sight to see," he remarked as he slipped your underwear off. "You've only sucked my dick and you're this wet?"

Finding your voice again, you retorted back. "...like I said…I love your dick--!!"

Without allowing you to finish, Jihoon pushed down your sensitive clit harshly with his thumb, effectively making you shut up and moan.

"Being cheeky now, aren't we princess?" He arched his brow at you. "You're still not allowed to cum, by the way."

Pushing the dildo as deep as he could and then pulling it all out, Jihoon took pride at how he can easily have you mewling and panting. You had protested at the sudden absence of the toy inside of you, pleading Jihoon to just fill you up already. Tutting at your impatience, he simply knelt down and showered kisses to your inner thigh.

"That's what you get for being such a brat, princess. You don't get to cum unless I say so," he whispered to your skin, sucking one love bite on your thigh.

In a beat, Jihoon spread you open, his tongue on your clit instantly. You screamed, your hands gently pulling on his hair. Feeling his tongue licking up your slit, you had to close your eyes from the pleasure you were assaulted with.

"Oh…god…J-Jihoon, Ji...hoon! P-please!"

As if he had heard nothing, he only continued to eat you out like a hungry man; pushing his tongue in and out of you. More than that however, Jihoon spontaneously inserted a finger inside and began to finger your pussy. While you were busy trying to stave off the growing arousal at the pits of your stomach, one finger became two and then three. Jihoon was thoroughly enjoying you; sucking your clit as he pushed his digits inside of you; just curling at the right angle to reach your g-spot. He always loved how much you had become pliable with his tongue.

Washed with oversensitivity, you were already screaming at him that you couldn’t take it anymore. You could feel the tension in you stretch, just waiting for a trigger to snap. With how he worked you with his tongue, there was no way you wouldn't come undone.

"Jihoon…I can't…p-please, please…let m-me come…" you begged in between soft moan and sobs.

Eyes brimming with mischief, Jihoon gazed at you from between your legs. He pulled out his fingers from inside of you and sat up, almost chuckling at how you were becoming so livid at his push and pull actions.

"Don't look at me like that, princess," he cooed at you, pushing his fingers wet with your juices between your lips. "I'll give you your reward now."

Stroking his now hard dick with the fingers he had in your mouth, Jihoon smirked at you. Despite in your hazy and overstimulated mind, you felt your heart race as you paid close attention to him. You loved how his toned body moved, how he looked so sexy topless with only his tight black pants on. You loved how he would always coat himself with your fluids, teasing your clit with the tip of his dick.

Lost and mesmerized, you were caught off guard when he plunged into you, bottoming up in one stroke. You opened your mouth in ecstasy, unable to scream any longer with how hoarse your voice was. Jihoon's pace was always fast and rough, thrusting into you with certainty and brute strength. He had his hands holding your hips as you arched your back, your breasts moving as he pounded into you.

"J-Ji...hoon!" You cried out his name as he scraped against your g-spot, pulling on your restraints with how much you wanted to touch him.

"Ughh…princess…you're so fucking tight…" he grunted, sweat dripping down his muscular chest.

Grabbing your leg, he then placed it over his shoulder to reach you even deeper. Pushing into you who was muttering his name over and over again, Jihoon was in a frenzy. He reveled at your cute little whines, your cunt that was so wet and clenching on him so tightly. This was fucking heaven.

"Do you like my cock, princess?" He asked you as he pressed down your clit, waking you up from your pleasure-filled trance.

Watching yourself take all of his length in, you couldn't help bit squeeze on him tighter, making him growl at you.

"Y-yes, yessss….ngghh, y-your cock's s-so…good, J-Jihoon…" you replied, eyes sultry. "S-so….good, mnnhh…please f-fill me up with your cum…!"

"You want my cum…princess?" Jihoon pounded harder, more erratic. "You want me…nnh…to cum inside you until it drips down your thighs…?"

Jihoon was getting breathy as you felt his dick twitch inside of you. You were in the same situation as well, teetering at the edge of a hard climax.

"Haaa….y-yes! F-fill me up! Fill me up with your cum, Jihoon! I want…I w-want it inside me!"

Jihoon groaned, rubbing your clit relentlessly. "Ughh…fuck…f-fuck, I'm coming! Princess, you better come with me…"

Thrusting in you as deeply as he could, Jihoon immediately sent you spiraling down your climax. Soundless screams ruptured in you as you felt yourself snap, falling into spasms of pleasure. Feeling your climax, Jihoon immediately followed right after with a loud groan, cumming as ropes of warmth filled you.

Breathless, Jihoon bent down to you, lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. His tongue effortlessly molding with yours as he cupped your cheeks, enjoying the way you moaned on his lips.

Still sensitive, you whined when Jihoon pulled out, as globs of cum immediately dripped down your hole. Staring at it for a while, something had clicked inside Jihoon's head. You thought he was about to tap out just like every other night, yet when he turned you around on your hands and knees, you knew it was hardly over.

"W-wait… Jihoon, I'm still--!!"

Not waiting for you to finish at all, he scooped some of his cum that had poured out and immediately thrusted in once again, stretching you out, making you cry out at the suddenness and the sensitivity.

"What…? You think we're done here?" He told you, his hands once again on your hair as he pulled your head back to whisper to your ear.

You wondered how he still had enough energy left, yet all your thoughts had just left you when he continued to pound relentlessly, his cock churning the cum inside of you.

"Ji…hoon…anhhh…I'm already…s-so full…of you…"

Closing your eyes to feel all of him, you could sense another orgasm building up. Jihoon was still so rough and unforgiving in all of his thrusts, and you could do nothing but moan and feel good at every stroke of his cock.

Still marking your back with splotches of deep dark bruises, Jihoon held you down as he took a bite of your shoulder which had you tighten around him like a vice.

"Ah, f-fuck princess…" he grunted, pulling your hips to his roughly.

Only the sound of skin slapping together and your loud mewls and growls could be heard inside the room. Jihoon had every intention from the beginning to mark you up as his inside and out. Even if it meant there would be more rounds than this. He was starting to become more possessive of you, and it was getting more complicated in his books, yet that only made the sex better.

"Jihoon…J-Jihoon, please…I'm g-gonna cum…ughh…please, inside me…cum inside me again…!" you begged, your head now on a pillow, drooling your words out.

Gritting his teeth to control himself, Jihoon pushed himself harder into you, brushing against your g-spot.

"Ah, fuck it, princess…!" He growled, "I'm gonna cum inside you…I'll fill you up so much until you're fucking pregnant…ahhh shit…!"

"Yes! D-do it…! Fill me up...K-knock me up please…J-Jihoon…!"

His rhythm had once again become erratic and his thrusts deep. With a finger rubbing your clit, you clenched and unclenched around his cock as you felt your orgasm just a few strokes away. As he pushed against your sensitive area, you once again felt ecstasy down to your very bones. You were still trembling and spasming with your orgasm when you felt him paint your insides with his cum, now overflowing your hole and spill down the sheets. Another wave of pleasure fell on you as you felt his warmth inside you, loving how full you were.

With a final kiss, Jihoon pulled out of you and untied your wrists. They were of course, red and irritated yet it was something for you to wear in the next few hours. Finally laying down beside you, Jihoon cupped your cheek and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Let's cleanup later…" was what you heard when you yourself fell as sleep.

The next thing you felt when you woke up was a soreness between your legs and back, and Lee Jihoon, who was still only in his pants, wiping your body clean with a damp towel.

"Morning. Water's over there, if you're thirsty," he casually said, pointing at the bedside table.

Crawling towards it, you took the glass of water for a small sip. This was one of the calmer nights, and you appreciated it when it happens. Most of the time either you or Jihoon would just disappear without telling, and admitting it or not, it had pained you for a bit.

Once again on the bed lying under the covers, you observed him as he cleaned himself up. He noticed your stares however and glanced back at you.

“What?” he asked, now hopping into the bed next to you. That usually indicated a few more rounds until the dawn of morning.

“Nothing, really. I’m just thinking,” you replied, allowing his arm around your waist. You could be a bit lenient with him.

He arched a brow at you. “I have my own thoughts as well,” he remarked, nuzzling on your hair. “The way you begged me to get you pregnant…”

He smirked at this, much to your chagrin (and embarrassment). “It was as if you were planning to tie me down. Which, I believe, isn’t something too farfetched for you to do.”

You smirked, closing your eyes. “Who knows? But I would definitely do anything to bring you down, even if it means going down with you,” replying, you casually held his hand, “Besides, men like you need to be tied up once in a while.”

Jihoon hummed. “Is that something I need to look forward to next time?”

“You have to figure that one out yourself.”

-Hyeri

A/N: It’s truly been a while since I wrote smut. I hope this was ok ;;w;;

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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years

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Title: Ace and Min: Part 2

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader aka “Ace”

Warnings: Fluff, best friends to lovers, angst like a lot, slight crack, slight smut, abusive speak/language, talks of/and abusive behavior, talks of/toxic relationship

Rating: 18 and over

You wake the following morning, shower, and dress for the day. Your stomach turns and gurgles as the nerves of seeing Yoongi hit you. You can’t help but wonder where his head is at after last night. You wanted so badly to make love to him. When, you wonder, did these feelings for Yoongi sprout? Last night when you said I love you, the words meant so much more than the friendship the two of you shared. Perhaps they have been here all along, tucked away and buried by the foolish romance you carried on with Che. Why oh why had you allowed your stupid guilt for what Che would think soil the beauty of what was last night. “Can’t hide in here forever y/n.” You say aloud whilst looking yourself over in the mirror. You know today is going to be in the 90s so you wore short ripped jean shorts and a white cropped tank. Yoongi had made mention of having plans for the day so you wanted to be comfy.

You emerge from the bedroom and walk out into the living area/kitchen. No sign of Yoongi, could he be in his studio? He promised no work. You head into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and find a note scribbled on notebook paper tacked onto the fridge. ‘Went to the market to grab some essentials. Didn’t want to wake you. Will bring back breakfast. See you soon. Xo. Min.’ You smile to yourself and bring the note to your lips, kissing it gently as your nerves calm. He’s not mad, you think to yourself. “Please don’t eat that paper. I have bagels!” Yoongi laughs, lugging bags into the apartment. You jump up, dropping the note down on the counter. You head over to him and grab some bags from his hands. “You should’ve woken me. I would’ve gone to the market with you.” You tell him. He shrugs, emptying the groceries from their bags. He begins to put the items in their place and you join him, taking items from the bags and handing them to him. “Minmin, are you mad at me?” You ask, unable to help yourself. He chuckles from inside the fridge. “No, should I be?” He stands now and looks you over from head to toe, sending chills across your body. “Uh, no, I don’t know.” You ramble. Yoongi closes the fridge and takes to leaning against it, drinking you in with his intense stare. You feel your nipples begin to harden against their cotton material. He licks his lips watching you squirm. “Something’s up with you Ace. When you’re ready to tell me, I’ll be here to listen.” He nods gently and goes back to putting away the groceries. You quietly release the lustful sigh you were holding onto.

“It’s not what you think.” You tell him. “So, there is something.” He strains, placing something in an overhead cabinet. “What kind of bagels did you get?” You swallow nervously, changing the subject. Yoongi sighs, clearly frustrated. “Sesame. We should eat quickly actually. I have a lot planned today.” He reaches for the bag with the bagels and you tug his arm and pull him into an embrace. You breathe in his scent as you bury your head in his neck. “Don’t be mad at me Min. I am just sorting through my shit. Unfortunately, there’s a ton of it.” You whisper into his neck. He slowly runs his hands up your back and pulls you closer to him. “I don’t know if I could ever be mad at you Ace. I just want to be here for you, that’s all. I am good at sorting you know but if you need time to figure everything out on your own, I respect that. Just, promise you’ll tell me what’s going on just as soon as you’re done sorting?” You pull away slightly to come face to face with your best friend. “Promise.” You respond, planting a kiss on his plump cheek. “Ah, ok, enough mushy stuff. Let’s eat.” He whines, turning his attention back to the bagels.

After breakfast you both jump into Yoongi's car and head out. “So, what's on the agenda today?” You ask, turning on your phone for the day. “It's all a surprise Ace. You have to wait and see.” He smiles his wide gummy smile. You can't help but smile as well until the buzz of your phone draws your attention. Che strangely has only sent one message. “I have told you over and over how sorry I am. Please, we must work this out, just answer me. Are you at least alright?” Your heart pains stupidly at the thought that Che may be worried. “I'm fine but I meant what I said. We are over. Please stop contacting me.” You respond. You stare at your phone in anticipation of his response. It doesn't come and soon relief washes over you. “Good news?” Yoongi asks looking over at you and then straight at the road. You shrug, “What do you mean?” He bites his lip, “I don’t know, you sighed just now, like you got good news or something.” He explains. You shrug and shake your head. “No, not really.” You say, putting your phone away. “Still sorting.” He whispers. “Yeah, exactly.” You look out of the window now and realize as Yoongi slows to park where you are. You gasp. “Oh, my goodness! Is this the Grand Central Market?” You squeal. He laughs at your bright eyes and childlike demeanor. “Yes, yes. Food, culture, and….” Yoongi pauses while he rummaged through a bag behind your seat. He pulls out a gift bag and places it in your lap. “Unsuspecting subjects to use as fresh new material. Open it.” He points at the bag. You laugh nervously as you yank tissue paper from the gift bag. “Min, what is this?” You look down into the bag and can barely contain the tears that well up in your eyes. You pull out the brand-new Nikon camera from its shiny gift bag and rest it in your lap as fresh tears flow down your face. “It’s too much. I can’t accept this.” Your lip trembles. “Your old camera is used and a piece of shit honestly. You needed an upgrade. Happy early birthday Ace.” He laughs. You lean over the gear shift and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. “You are so amazing you know that?” You whisper. He laughs with his whole body when you release him. “I am happy you like it.” He comments. You quickly tear the camera out of the confines of its packaging and attach all the parts. “Did you open it?” You ask him, noticing how easy it was to remove. “I charged the battery for you.” He smiles. You squeal as you twist on the camera lens and turn it towards Yoongi. “Smile Min.” You sing song, focusing your camera. He throws his hand up to cover his face. “Ah, it’s for the Market, not me.” He whines.

“It’s my gift and I chose to shoot you first, so, stop being a baby and smile big for me Min.” You scold. He shyly covers his face before leaning back against the window and giving you a tight smile. You chuckle, snapping multiple photos of him. “Ok, change the pose.” He groans, deciding to throw up a peace sign. You drop your camera and instead snap a photo with your cell phone. He sucks his teeth. “What are you doing Ace?” He leans over to view your phone with you. “I am posting this on Instagram.” He groans again shyly. “Why? Che is gonna get upset.” He teases. You simply shrug. “Caption is ‘One of the greatest men in the world and he’s all mine!’ Posted!” You laugh, throwing the camera strap around your head and exiting the car. Yoongi soon follows you and you both enter the Market. The smells of fresh food, spices, and coffee hit your senses. “Hi, I’m y/n, I am a photographer, may I take photos of you guys while you browse?” You ask a young couple. They giggle and agree. “Thanks, just act natural and go about your activities like normal.” You tell them. They nod and begin walking through the market while you trail behind, snapping photos at random. “These look great,” The female tells you. You blush at her compliments, “Can you send me copies of these?” She asks. “Of course. Let me take your email.” You pull out your phone and take her information. You let out a happy sigh, followed by a squeal, turning to look at Yoongi who is flashing his gummy smile. “Let’s eat!” You shout. He nods enthusiastically. You grab Pupusas while Yoongi grabs Americano’s. You meet at the eating area and dive in. “What’s next on the agenda?” You ask. Yoongi lifts a finger in the air, cheeks full of food. Once he swallows and wipes his mouth, he shakes his head. “Today is all a surprise Ace, you have to just let it play out.” He shoves food in his mouth before you can ask another question of him. Before long, you guys are back in the car and headed to your next destination. “Sheesh, Instagram is blowing up Min.” You tease. You scroll through the comments and likes from your friends asking if you and Che broke up, if you and Yoongi were dating, tell Yoongi hi, and you just laugh out loud until you reach the last comment from Che himself, in all caps…. ‘TAKE THIS DOWN NOW!’ You roll your eyes and block him immediately from your friends list. You turn your phone and snap a photo of the focused Yoongi driving. He turns to you and gives a small smile and you snap another. “Why do you keep taking pictures of me?” He chuckles. “Because you’re gorgeous, that’s why.” Yoongi’s face drops and he begins to shift uncomfortably in his seat, tugging at his ear. “What’s wrong?” You ask. He releases a slow sigh. “Nothing.” He whispers.

He pulls into a parking spot at your next destination, “The Hollywood Sign?” You laugh. “Why are you laughing?” He smiles. “This is so touristy.” You tell him. “Ah but you ARE a tourist Ace. Come on we can get some nice pictures from the top.” You both begin to climb the long hill to the top and you’re sure to snap photos of people in the park and along the trail. Once at the top, you find yourself out of breath and trailing behind Yoongi. “Its gorgeous up here.” You spin around and snap some scenic photos. “Ace check this out.” Yoongi calls your attention to his elongated shadow and how it cascades up the hill. You both laugh as you stand beside him your shadow also taking an elongated shape. You both laugh and wiggle your bodies, creating weird shapes that you soon snap photos of. “Wait! Let’s take one for Insta.” He groans but wiggles his body strangely anyway as you capture a hilarious boomerang of your shadows. You both laugh reviewing the video and you post it with tears in your eyes. “This is too funny Min.” You laugh. “Okay, hurry, we have to get to the last stop before the sun sets.” He grabs hold of your hand and your heart seizes, butterflies filling your stomach. He tugs you along down the hill and back to the car. “You are really going to love the last stop Ace.” He says. You giggle excitedly as you’re yanked along. As you make it back to the car and Yoongi takes off you can’t help but think of what life will be like when your trip is over. It makes you uneasy. While this is all a lovely distraction, you’ll have to head home at some point to collect your things and face Che. “Penny for your thoughts.” Yoongi's voice snaps you back. “I was just thinking that this has been an awesome day! You really have outdone yourself Min. I am so happy, probably the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” You smile at him. He smiles wide, gums showing. “I am happy that you’re happy but its not over yet.” He smirks, pointing past you. You turn to your right to catch a glimpse of the beach, boardwalk, and lit up Ferris Wheel! You gasp audibly causing Yoongi to chuckle. “Minmin!” You cry out. Yoongi circles a bit before finding a parking spot on the side street. You both walk over towards the pier just as the sun begins to set. You pull out your camera and snap pictures. “Its gorgeous.” You comment. “Like you.” Yoongi states. You turn your camera lens towards him to his dismay. “Pose for me.” You beg. He turns his back toward you and you capture shots of him staring off into the sunset. “Beautiful!” You shout. “Would you like us to take a few of the two of you?” A woman passing by with her child asks. “Sure!” You exclaim, pulling out your cell phone and setting it to the camera. You hand it to her and run over to Yoongi's side. “Give me a few poses, you two!” The woman shouts. You both start out with your backs to her, staring off into the sunset. Then turn to face her, moving in close, wrapping your arms around each other. “So cute, that one,” She calls out, “Hug, kiss, something, show us some love.” She waves her hands at the two of you. You both chuckle nervously but you pull Yoongi close and rest your head on his chest. He runs his hand up your back, resting it on the nape of your neck, both cuddled up while the woman snaps photos, cooing at you both. She moves towards you and hands the camera off. “Such a cute couple. Have fun!” She waves goodbye. You and Yoongi laugh and quickly review the photos. “She’s got a good eye. I should post one of these.” You note. Yoongi shrugs. You shrug back and post your cuddle photo. “Come on Min, show me the pier!” You smile wide, pulling him along.

The pier is jam packed with people taking pictures, buying food, and selling items no one really needs. You're captivated by all the characters and find yourself getting lost snapping random shots of the passersby in their element. “Give me that,” Yoongi says, yanking the camera from you. “Pose for me Ace. Smile big.” He starts clicking away. “Yoongi,” You protest, trying to grab the camera back with no luck. “Stand by the Route 66 sign.” He urges. You do as you’re told and lean against the sign. Yoongi snaps pictures of you with your camera before waving you to keep walking. “New pose. Act natural.” He directs. You can't help but giggle at his attempt at being a photographer. You continue walking on along the pier, sipping only to watch a man shoot what appears to be a lit-up ball into the air. You watch in awe as it swirls colorfully in the sky before descending back down onto his launcher. You turn to Yoongi completely fascinated to find him still snapping pictures. You smile wide as he drops the camera to meet your gaze. He points over towards the waterfront, where there are some benches. You nod and head over with him. “God, what a magical night Min. This was well thought out. Better than I deserve.” You say. Yoongi's brow furrows. “You deserve the world Ace, don't let anyone tell you different.” He replies softly. You can no longer stand the distance, no longer take the wanting, you needed to be close to Yoongi and fast. You lean in quickly and press your lips gently against his, wrapping your arms around his neck. He can’t help but grasp your waist, deepening the kiss before pulling away. “We can’t Ace, I’m sorry but after last night and what about Che? You haven't even mentioned him once. He’s gonna freak out if he finds out.” Just the sound of his name drives you wild and you can't take it anymore. Your blood boils over and you can almost feel the anger fill your throat like bile. You had to come clean and be honest with the one person who deserved more than anyone. “Fuck Che Yoongi! He’s been cheating on me okay and with my fucking boss no less. I had to quit my job; I came here knowing that there is nothing left for me there. I just picked up and left it all behind Min,” You sob, your mouth becoming dry and brain running a mile a minute as you try to get it all out, “And sometimes he hurts me. I just tried to play it off and say that’s just Che you know and Che well, he can be mean sometimes and controlling. At first it was just name calling but eventually it became a shove or a grab. He always apologized, always made up for it. I thought he would be better,” Your voice cracks and lips tremble as fresh tears stream down your face, “Then when I found out he was cheating again, I just, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt so used, so stupid. I knew I had to leave. I had to get away. Oh, God, you probably think I’m stupid. I feel stupid. I know I should’ve left sooner. I should’ve been honest sooner, with myself, with you. You're all I have left Min. You’re the only one who really gets me, and I wanted to tell you I really did, but you moved and had become so busy. I didn't want to burden you. You had so many amazing things going on and you deserved to be proud and happy, and I didn't want to bring you down with my shit life. I’m so sorry Yoongi, about last night, about not telling you sooner. Everything.” You tremble, tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. Yoongi stands before you, eyes widen in shock as he takes you in his arms, squeezing you tightly. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I've been so blind to all you’ve been going through. I knew Che could be jealous and overbearing but never to this extent. I am so sorry. I'll never let him hurt you again, that I can promise you. I don’t care where I am or what I’m doing you can tell me anything. I'm always here for you. You're my everything you hear me. I'll never let you go through anything alone. We are a team and I’d do anything for you. I- I love you.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer to his chest. His eyes well with tears as anger hits him with the thought of Che hurting you. You squeeze him tighter knowing that this is where you truly belong. You lift your head up to look him in the eyes. “I love you too Min, I really meant it when I said it last night.” He runs his fingers along your cheek, and you lean forward to plant a soft, warm kiss on his mouth. He is hesitant at first, until you part your lips, allowing him access to your tongue. He swirls his tongue around yours with ease, teasing and caressing until you both fall into rhythm. He finally breaks the kiss, looking over your face, “Let's go home.” He whispers. You nod allowing him to lead you back to the car.

He holds your hand the entire ride to his apartment, opting to drive with one hand no matter how much you protest. He rubs at your knuckles with his thumb, pulling your hand up occasionally to meet his mouth. He plants kisses along your hand before resting back down. “I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you everything.” He shakes his head. “Stop apologizing, you have nothing to be sorry for. If I knew he was hurting you. I swear to God….” “Don't,” You cut him off, “I don't want him to have any more control. That's over with now. I feel so free having come clean. I only wish I was honest with myself and you sooner.” You squeeze his hand. “Well just know you can stay with me for a long as you want. You say you have nothing but that’s not true. All you need is right here in LA, with me. You never have to go back. You can find work out here and I can take care of you until you get back on your feet.” You giggle at the thought. “What? Why are you laughing?” He pouts, his cheeks flushing. “I think you're amazing, that's all. I don't deserve you.” He sucks his teeth. “You deserve the world Ace. Just let me be the one to give to you.” He practically whispers. You smile tightly, overcome with immense love for him. Why hadn’t you just dated him sooner? You wonder to yourself. What would life look like if the two of you had just become more than friends before Che ever entered the picture?

Yoongi releases your hand and you realize that you guys are in the parking garage of his building. “Come on Ace, I’ll make us a quick dinner and we can cuddle up on the couch before bed.” He winks, exiting the car. You grab your camera and follow into the elevator with him. He looks you up and down before getting shy and looking away. “I can’t believe how late it is.” You note, looking at the time on your phone. “Time flies when you’re having fun.” Yoongi replies, staring up at the numbers. “You did not just say that corny ass line Min.” You both laugh out loud. “Ahhh,” He moans, “I was trying to sound cool.” He shrugs, covering his face with his hand. “You don’t need to try to be cool for me Min. I already think the world of you.” You tell him while you pull his hand from his face. He licks his lips moving over to you, taking you by the back of the neck and bringing you to meet his lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your body as he takes you by the back of the legs and lifts you off the ground, wrapping you around his waist. “Guess we can skip dinner.” He teases between kisses. You hum in agreement as you arrive on his floor. He carefully carries you of the elevator sure not to break the kiss. You giggle into his mouth as he moans loudly. “You wanna take your hands off my girl Min?” An all too familiar voice cuts in. You and Yoongi both turn out of breath to see Che standing by Yoongi’s apartment door. Quickly you slide down Yoongi’s body and back onto your feet. “What are you doing here Che?” You whisper in shock. “I came for my girl.” He states firmly, eyes locked on Yoongi. Che steps forward causing Yoongi to step in front of you. Che chuckles, “What are you gonna do Min? Fight me? I’ll break you in two.” Yoongi smirks, “You can try.” “No! Don’t, please!” You yell as the two men rush forward, crashing into one another. “Yoongi!”

To be continued….

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C:R ~VE~ Chapter 27 (EXPLICIT VERSION)

This is the explicit version of this chapter that contains graphic sex between Aronnax and Nemo. Please proceed to the former chapter if you wish to read the non-explicit version.

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Though we spend a great deal of our in the epipelagic zone, where sunlight can easily penetrate, I feel an excited pit form in my stomach whenever Nemo announces that we’ve passed into the mesopelagic zone.

The twilight ocean.

Though sunlight technically reaches these depths, it is not enough for photosynthesis to occur. However, while there is no plant life, animal life is a different matter. Not a full day is out before I’ve already spotted a swordfish that’s easily over three meters long!

I wonder how many of my journals I’ll be able to fill in two weeks? It’s hard to sketch moving creatures, but the challenge is exhilarating!

When the porthole looks empty, I occupy myself by talking to Cardia about the routine checks and maintenance for the Harper. It’s not that I don’t love helping Impey and Nemo, but Cardia speaks in a language that’s easier for a beginner like me to understand.

I hardly ever have a moment of free time, but when I do, of course Barbicane happens to peer over my shoulder.

“Woaahh! So you can draw more than just scientific specimens!”

My face flushes and he leans over to look at my sketching.

“Oh man, you’ve got her down perfectly!” Barbicane suddenly plucks my journal from my hands. “Cardia-chan, my angel, put on paper!”

“Don’t you have better things to do?” I ask. “Like getting some sleep or–”

“Oh, Polly-chan, what’s the harm of a little fun? Come on, I want to show her!”

“B-Barbicane, wait!!”

But l might as well be chasing after a rabbit he sprints so quickly through the door.

Cardia is sitting on her bunk, having a quiet moment with a warm cup of coffee and a biscuit.

“Cardia-chan, look at this! She did a pretty good job, right?!”

Cardia looks at the journal that Barbicane is offering to her, and I stand behind him, almost too nervous to watch.

But she smiles and looks at me with a gentle expression. “It’s amazing. This must be really hard to do.”

“No, not …. not really…” I stammer. “I mean, I’ve been practicing art since I was a little girl. It just takes time and practice…”

But Cardia’s looking at the sketch I made as though it were magic.

I take a deep breath and say, “Hold that thought.”

I quickly turn around and walk back into the salon, headed straight for the bookshelf embedded into the wall. Though Nemo has most of these shelves dedicated to science (with a surprising amount of philosophy peppered about), the bottom shelf is entirely filled with blank books.

I pull one out and leaf through it before returning to the bunks and handing it to Cardia. “Here you are.”

She blinks up at me curiously before gingerly taking the book from my hands. “What is this?”

“Your journal,” I say.

“Mine?” she repeats.

“Start with something small, like a spoon or even a bolt,” I say. “Observe it, connect your mind to your pen, and draw what you see.”

Cardia’s smile falters. “It won’t look anything like what I see, though.”

“That’s why you can’t stop,” I say. “Every page you fill is a world of experiences, Cardia. Besides, I’m sure your number one fan would love to see whatever you do.”

“That’s right!” Barbicane points to himself triumphantly. “I believe in you, Cardia! Maybe someday you can draw my stunning physique!” He strikes a pose. “Like Polly-chan drew Nemo a few pages back!”

“BARBICANE!!” the color drains from my face.

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The next time we surface, Nemo gives the controls to Barbicane before climbing up the hatch. I begin to do a routine check of the bridge when I hear Nemo’s booming voice through the submarine.

“PROOOOOOOOOOFESSOR!”

I shake my head and climb up the ladder after him. When I reach the top rung, Nemo grabs my arm and pulls me up, a wide smile on his face.

Since the Harper took off, we hadn’t had much time to see each other alone. Granted, it’s only been a few days, but after working next to someone for so long, it’s lonely to suddenly be apart.

“The stars are so bright out here…” I say as I walk along the top of the Harper. “It reminds me of when were were in the airship.”

I look back at Nemo with a smile, and watch as he lifts a sextant to the sky. He really does look like a sailor like this, and I sigh as he writes down his findings.

“Captain Nemo…”

“Hrm?” Nemo peers around the navigational device to look at me.

“What, don’t you think it has a nice ring to it?”

Nemo looks at me, his lips drawn thin, processing my words. Then he opens his mouth and says: “Say it again.”

“What? Captain Nemo?”

His posture stiffens, and he jerkily pulls his goggles up onto his forehead. His eyes are sparkling with delight.

“It’s…. it’s….”

He suddenly bounds over and squeezes me tight. “PEEEERFEEEEEEEEEECT!! My sweet, cute, daaaaarling Professor! Say it again, say it–!”

“C-Captai—” My words are cut off as he spins me around and rubs his nose against mine.

“Ahoy up there!” Barbicane bangs on the ladder. “Are we going to get our coordinates sometime tonight?”

“Riiiiiiiiiiight, right!” Nemo grins down the hatch before I yank him back to me and kiss him. He jolts in surprise but soon leans forward, and we melt like both of us had forgotten how good it was to touch each other.

He tries to speak, but each time he opens his mouth, I cut him off with another kiss. Finally, he whines in frustration and puts a finger to my lips. “Neeeeext shift… let’s catch up, shall we~?”

He winks.

“I want to hear aaaaalll about the things you’ve seen! Tell me eeeeevery detail!” he strikes a flamboyant pose. “And then—!”

Nemo lifts my chin and bends down towards me, but his eyes snap back open and focus on something past me.

“Get below,” he speaks quickly.

I turn around and glimpse a small shape on the horizon before Nemo ushers me back into the Harper.

Barbicane looks over at Nemo as he climbs down and closes the hatch behind us.

“Think they’ve spotted us?” he asks.

“It soon won’t matter whether they have or noooot!” Nemo puts his goggles back on as he looks outside one of the portholes. “Soon, we will be nothing more than a mirage, a trick of the sky itself! ENGINES—”

“Yeah, yeah, prepare to dive, got it!” Barbicane waves before making his way back to the engine room.

As Nemo pulls a lever and we begin to descend to the safety of the deep, I focus my eyes on the ship far-off in the distance

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An hour passes. Instead of focusing on the life passing by the salon’s porthole I find myself constantly glancing upwards towards the suface. With every shadow that passes, a ball forms in the pit of my stomach, sitting like a brick.

I don’t know why I feel so nervous, ships are a common thing. But perhaps I am afraid that a British flag will unfurl, and we’ll find ourselves in combat with Victoria in international waters.

I sink into the lounge and hang my head. Right now, more than anything, I need sleep. But there’s no way my anxiety will release its grip on me so easily.

I don’t even look up when I hear the salon door open and shut. There’s some shuffling and the sound of a seat moving before silence falls once again. Then, Bach once again graces my ears.

I slowly look back up. The music is a perfect backdrop to the ocean flowing past us. It’s energizing, and I manage to tear my eyes from the porthole to watch Nemo play.

His hair, damp from bathing, it tied back into a low braid hanging down his back. He’s dressed down considerably, simply wearing his usual turtleneck and a pair of leather pants. Somehow, this wardrobe and the lack of his usual makeup makes him look almost… “normal”. It’s not better or worse than his usual, just different.

“You have to be tired,” I say as I stand up and walk over to him. “Surely you can spare a few hours to get some sleep.”

I reach out and gently begin to rub his back in slow circles.

He continues to play, as though I’m not even there. I stand there and watch his skilled fingers move perfectly over the keys.

Finally, a long note plays, signalling the end of Nemo’s performance.

“You’re a very braaaaave woman to interrupt a madman’s concentration,” he says, a slow smile stretching on his lips.

Even without his lipstick on, Nemo’s lips are dark and very soft when I bend down to kiss him.

“I’d say that I’m more selfish than brave,” I say. “Selfishness can push me where bravery can’t.”

I sit down on the bench next to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“I think… even in an airship sailing high through the clouds… I don’t think even the heights could keep me from you. That’s just how powerful my selfishness is.”

Nemo squints at me, then bites his lip, his shoulders shaking. Finally, he throws his head back and laughs so loudly that the pipe organ hums.

It takes awhile, but eventually he calms down enough to form a coherent sentence. “Y-you couldn’t budge an iiiiiiiiiiinch when we were on that tiny, tiny airship! What makes you think you’d suddenly be able to… haha… hahahahahaa!! If you were on something that could go as high as the Nautilus, you’d be in teeeeears!”

Nemo bends over and leans his head on my shoulder, still trembling from laughter.

“The Nautilus...” I look away from him and shake my head. “I don’t think it would be the height that would frighten me so much as its raw power. It was... incredible...”

Nemo puts his hand on my cheek, turning me so that I have to look at him.

It would be so easy for me to lose myself in those deep eyes, burning like the sunset.

“You’re more afraid of the creation than the architect.”

It wasn’t a question, which was refreshing because it meant that he already knew the answer.

His hand is so warm, and I lean into it without thinking.

“I was afraid of you when we first met, Nemo. I would have been a fool not to be. But you still have so much more to give the world!”

“I knooooow~” Nemo smiles, looking off into the distance. “I have so many great things planned, my mind can hardly contaaaain them!”

“I want to hear all about them! But first...” I stand up and take him by the hand, leading him to the porthole.

“Look at what you’ve done for me already,” I say, holding tightly onto his arm. I point out to the blue expanse, sunlight filtering through the water in crystalline rays.

“I’ve been dreaming about this since I was a little girl. I’d sit in my wardrobe and pretend that it was a magnificent underwater ship.”

I wrap my arm around him, leaning my head against his chest so I can feel his heartbeat while looking out at the water.

“I’d always take my grandfather’s anthology of Plato’s dialogues in there with me and read them over and over. I couldn’t understand any of it, but I thought if I repeated it enough, my brain would somehow absorb the information. Somehow I’d gain the knowledge to find the lost continent of Atlantis!”

Nemo raises an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t give me that look, it’s embarrassing,” I say with a sheepish laugh. “I was just a kid, remember? But... Atlantis or not, I’m still able to re-live something special because of you. How could I be afraid now?”

I turn to him, my eyes sparkling. “I want more of these adventures. All the darkness and danger that goes along with it, too! Take me in the sky with you, won’t you? No matter how much I tremble... don’t stop. Make me experience it all, sea and sky.”

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. “I want to see everything you can create. Science won’t wait for me to get over my fears.”

“Hee hee hee...” Nemo begins to undo my bun, stroking my hair as it falls down my shoulders. “Don’t you know how dangerous it is to saaaaaaaaaay such things to me, the ousted Lord of the Sky?”

A dangerous grin stretches across his face. “I miiiiiight decide to keep you all to myself, and never let you walk upon the blasted earth agaaaaaiin!”

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his wicked smile again. “I think I could handle you, but that’s a risk I guess I’ll have to take... my captain.”

Nemo suddenly grabs my shoulders and pushes me against the porthole. His breathing is ragged as begins to hike up my skirt around my waist. The glass feels cool on my buttocks, and I blush when I realize how exposed I am.

“Nemo, what if someone...”

Nemo bends down to my height and looks at me with a serious expression. “Who...? The fiiiiiiiiiiish? Do you not want the fish to seeeee us?”

He pulls out a dagger and toys with it.

“You don’t want them to see your laaaaaacy garter belt?” his laugh is dark as he tugs at one of my stocking straps until it smacks back against my skin, making me yelp.

He undoes my tie and tosses it aside before proceeding to unhook the buttons of my blouse.

“But reeeeeeeeally, professor, modesty has no place here in my realm! Ahh.... but that sounds like the fun beginnings of a story, don’t you thiiiiiiink? A pretty professor held in a metal prison deep below the sea, where ‘nobody’ lays claim… Her mind is used in the progress of science, and her body…”

He grazes the tip of his blade down my sternum and flicks it under the front clasp of my bra.

“…Is used for the amorous desires of the geeeeenius scientist who holds her captive!”

He pulls the dagger up until it rips through the fabric, my breasts falling free. He stands there silently for a moment, examining the way my chest rises and falls with each breath. My nipples begin to ache, and with a smirk he grazes one with the back of his hand. His touch felt electric, and I arch my back for more.

“You really are a maaaaa~soooo~chiiiiist~ to be enjoying this scenario! How sad, how siiiiiiick---!”

He flicks his dagger over and pushes its handle against my panties. I bite my lip as he nudges it past my vulva and gently begins to rotate it in a slow circle, seeking out my clitoris.

I groan and arch my hips pleadingly when he pulls it away.

He slides the dagger under my panties, and I put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Wait...” my voice is hoarse. “Please, this is one of my favorite pairs...” I look at him with half-lidded eyes. “I’ll make it up to you...”

I lean forward and push my breasts against his chest, whispering in his ear: “...Captain Nemo...”

The dagger clatters to the floor, forgotten as Nemo quickly reaches around and digs his fingers into my hips and buttocks. He buries his head in my shoulder, sucking at my skin as his hands desperately pinch and grab at whatever flesh of mine he can reach.

I gasp at his sudden ferocity, shivering as he loops his fingers in the fabric of my panties and snaps them before stepping back.

“Theeeeeeeen I’d suggest you hurry and get them off!”

With a giggle he pulls his sweater over his head and tosses it onto the lounge, and I barely have time to kick my panties off before he is in my arms, holding me tight to him. I can feel both of our heartbeats like this.

I glance down and smile when I see that he’s already unhooked his pants, and I reach for my prize.

But he grabs me by the wrist, a crazed grin twisting his face.

“My pretty, pretty professoooooooor... I haven’t given you permission...”

“Oh?” I pout. “Are you going to ask me to beg, Captain?”

“Ha.... hahaha... aaaaa----hahahahahahahaaaaa-----!!!”

I wince at his booming laugh, and wince again when he grabs me by the shoulder and turns me over, shoving my cheek against the glass.

“Oh no no nooooo! You’re not going to get the chaaaaaaaaaaaaaance to beg!”

I yelp in surprise when he suddenly lifts me, holding me up by my legs so they’re spread wide.

I’m completely exposed. Even if the ocean is my only witness, being put on display like this makes me ache with both humiliation and desire. I feel so swollen, so agonizingly empty!

“Yeeeeess... you see yourself in the reflection there, don’t you?”

I look up, locking eyes with my reflection in the porthole. I look so needy, I feel my stomach turn in revulsion and arousal.

I curl my toes when I feel Nemo nudge the tip of his penis against my vaginal entrance. I look back up at our reflection, and I see the glint of his smile as he begins to rub himself against the length of my vulva.

“That sweeeeeet expression you’re making-- and this angelic body-- both are about to be sullied by meeeeeeeee, Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemooooooo----!”

With this loud declaration, he plunges into me.

I almost lose control when I see how hungrily my body eats him up. I can feel my vaginal walls throbbing against him, welcoming him, pleading for him to fill me over and over again.

He begins to pull out, slowly, and I twitch when I see each of his piercings slowly slide out from inside of me. It’s almost like they’re a unit of measurement-- deep, deeper, all the way...

My fingers twitch when he thrusts back in.

“Noooooow then, my dear! Why don’t we show the sea itself just where you beloooooooong!”

Thrust.

“Impaled!”

Another thrust.

“Twisting and convulsing--- a disgusting display of humanity’s basic instincts--!!”

I spasm as I feel his tip hit my cervix.

“But it feels gooood... doesn’t it... to give in like this? To give into meeeeee?”

He stops, waiting for me to answer.

“Yes...”

He still doesn’t move, and I squeeze my muscles in an attempt to coax him back inside. In response, he begins to pull out.

I cry in desperation: “Yes! God, fuck me---!!”

He cackles, rewarding my obedience by doing just that.

He’s so stiff, and the sensation of his piercings on top of that are driving me crazy. I can barely concentrate, focusing my vision on his beautiful cock pounding into my eager body.

My mind, foggy with lust, begins to think-- the Nautilus was a terrifying creation, a modern Tower of Babel, and yet...

Yet, I find myself wishing that I had been up there with him, that he would’ve taken me like this--! For all of London to see!

The force of my orgasm rips through me like lightning, and I can barely keep my eyes open to watch my reflection convulse.

In response, Nemo begins to rock his hips instead of thrusting, grinding his shaft against my sensitive insides. It feels heavenly.

As I begin to calm, as my muscles begin to relax, I realize that Nemo is still stiff inside of me.

“My~ you sure do finish quickly, doooon’t you?”

He staggers back, his own body trembling as he sits down on the chaise lounge, with me on his lap.

“Well then... are you ready to continuuuue?”

I look back at him and shake my head. “You stopped me before... but now you’ll let me have a taste, right?”

I open my mouth and let my tongue loll out, mimicking one of his expressions.

I take advantage of Nemo’s shocked expression to stand up, shuddering as Nemo’s stiff member slides out and rests on his stomach, twitching with need.

“My cute scientist...” I purr. “You might have me captive, but I have ways of getting what I want in the end.”

I kneel down between his legs and put my lips on his shaft. I can feel the blood quickly pumping through it, letting me know how badly he needs this release. The heat radiating from his skin is intoxicating, and I eagerly let my tongue roam over his shaft, pausing to gently suck on each barbell decorating his penis.

He arches his hips and hisses. “This isn’t the time to tease me, Pauliiiiiine--!”

I smile as I slide the head of Nemo’s penis into my mouth. Finally, it feels like I’ve waited eons to feel his incredible heat! I feel him twitching inside of me, stiffening even further at my doting affections.

If a twisted part of Nemo still desires to be worshiped, then I will gladly fulfill that fantasy for him!

I eagerly try to fit more of him into my mouth, cupping his scrotum as my lips slide farther down his shaft.

Nemo rewards me with a loud moan, opening his legs wider and propping his foot up on the lounge. I look up at him and watch as he begins to lift his hips and thrust into me, forcing his length deeper into my yielding mouth.

I give a needy moan of my own, but I freeze when I realize that Barbicane and Cardia have likely been forced to listen to us this whole time. That break in concentration is enough for the ring in Nemo’s foreskin to rub against my throat, and I begin gagging.

I quickly slide him out of my mouth and collapse to the floor of the submarine, putting a hand to my neck as I cough. My eyes sting with tears, and I quickly wipe them as I look back up at Nemo.

He’s sprawled on the chaise lounge, his hips twitching as he lightly bucks into the air, looking at me with half-lidded eyes.

“Professoooor…” he whines. “Leaving me like this… it’s so cruel…!”

He’s so cute, I can’t resist teasing him like this.

I playfully lean in-between his legs and kiss his frenulum, running my tongue along his ring

.“You have such a lovely cock, Nemo…” I purr. “Glistening with sweat, and decorated so nicely…”

I tilt his penis forward so I can suck on the very tip.

“I caaaaan’t--!!” Nemo thrusts his hips up, and when I feel his penis begin to pulse I take him in as deep as I can without choking.

The throbbing intensifies, and Nemo lets out a deep groan as the first spurt of his semen fills my mouth. It’s warm, thick, and bitter, and I can’t help but moan as I swallow it. This act feels so incredibly intimate, there’s nothing else like it.

Nemo’s staring at me, his lip twitching as his body convulses. He reaches out his hand and threads his fingers through my hair as the second, third, fourth spurts fill my mouth.

It’s all I can do not to choke, and a trail of his semen begins to leak down my chin. Nemo gives a light whimper and I slow down my movements, realizing how sensitive he must be.

I lock eyes with him as I slowly release him from my lips. My brain feels hazy as I open my mouth, his semen dribbling down my tongue.

For once, Nemo is silent, just watching the spectacle of his white cream dripping from my mouth.

I laugh lightly as I catch the threads of his ejaculate with my hands and bring them to my mouth, cleaning myself off.

He’s still staring, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

“Nemo...” I sit up and gently lick the oozing remnants of his orgasm away from his tip. “I told you I have ways of getting what I want... Cap~tain~...”

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I settle in against Nemo’s chest, both of us sprawled out on the chaise lounge.

It’s a long time before one of us speaks.

“A part of me... does wish I could have seen the Nautilus in person,” I admit.

Nemo giggles.

“The Nautilus was a great masterpiece…” his voice is hoarse from exertion. “But it wasn’t my fiiiiinaaaal one… once we get back to land, I’m going to design the perfect airship… faster and sleeker than anything the world has seen… yeeeees… beautiful enough to even eclipse my Naaauutiluusss…”

He closes his eyes, content in whatever fantasy he’s cooking up for himself.

“And when that happens, yes… oh yes, I’ll take you up there, Professor. Again and again… and again… I’ll be the one… to graaant… all…. yoooour…dreeeeeeeaaams…… and I’ll never go back to the ground… ever… ever……..”

The next time he opens his mouth, it’s in a deep snore.

I nuzzle my cheek into his bare chest before falling asleep myself.

.....

“Oy, Nemo!”

I jolt when I hear Barbicane’s voice. I sleepily look over to the voice tube that Barbicane is speaking through.

“Mmm…” Nemo frowns, scrunching his nose in displeasure. “Impeeeeeey… Barbicane…. this had better be impoooooortant…”

“Hey, listen, I didn’t want to interrupt you, either! Man, I can’t believe you couldn’t keep it in your pants for a week! My poor angel and I have been huddled up here wearing noise cancelers and they STILL weren’t enough! Aren’t you supposed to be focused on science?! Tch!! Why’d it have to be you…”

I sit up and hastily begin buttoning up my blouse, shame making my entire body flush red.

Nemo stretches before leaning back and casually lacing his fingers behind his head. He doesn’t even acknowledge Barbicane’s complaints, instead asking: “Sooooooo….?”

Barbicane sighs. “We’re being hailed via the aether transmitter. Must be a strong one to reach this deep, I didn’t even think it was possible!”

Nemo’s frown deepens as he repeats: “Sooooooooooooo…..?”

“SO, we’re being hailed! At first I thought someone was in trouble, but… well, listen for yourself!”

There’s a sharp whine as Barbicane relays the transmission over the voice tube.

“—essor! If you can hear me, please respond! Professor!”

I leap to my feet, realization spreading through me.

“Conseil--!”

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Dance Practice

Hey guys~ So I've been thinking, it's summer so I shouldn't have an excuse as to why I'm not posting. So for this month I will try to post more frequently. Feel free to send in requests, i look forward to hearing from you! HOPE..you enjoy. Lol, get it hope.. J-hope...cuz it's a J-hope smu- OKAY GUESS NOT. Enjoy, Admin Vicki

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,352

Pairings: Hoseok and Reader

Group: BTS

Still. Absolutely still is what you had to be as you strike your finishing pose. Not being sure when it was okay for you to move, you waiting until the dance choreography began to clap his hands.

"Way to go girls! You've all worked hard today and it's getting late so why don't we call it a night?" He spoke as he clapped his hands in congratulations to out hard work. Soon the rest of us slowly released from our positions and joined in on the celebration.

"Should we head out for dinner girls?" Kali, the leader of the girl group asked. Eagerly the rest agreed as they began to pack their bags.

"Actually I was planning on staying back to practice for a few, but you guys go ahead." You tried to speak as calmly as possible, not wanting to give away your true intentions.

After a couple of questionable glances they began to file out of the practice room

It's been 10 minutes worth of waiting alone in the room until you realized how valuable this time could be for you. So you connected you phone to the set of speakers that sat in the corner and began to position yourself in the center.

Once you heard your queue, you began to move you body to the rhythm. Letting the music flow through your body, you began to sensually move your hips freely to the beat. The original choreography long forgotten as you continued to dance around the room in a sexy and slow fashion.

Two hands quickly pulled you into a firm and slightly damp chest. Your eyes shot open as the sudden gesture caused you to freeze. Looking into the mirror your eyes immediately locked with the eyes of a tall and handsome figure that was panting heavily and covered in sweat, making his bangs cling to his forehead.

You did not let his sudden presence stop you from continuing with your dance. Instead you used I as and opportunity as you began to harshly grind your backside into his clothes crotch, teasing it to life.

A low groan emitted from his lips, his grip around your hips righted as he lowered his head to whisper in your ear.

"You're going to regret that." And he then immediately began running his hands up and down your figure in time with the music that still played in the background.

The song now forgotten, Hoseok had you pinned to the mirror and squirming under his towering figure.

"Looks like I win y/n." He purred into the crook of your neck before connecting his lips against your's in a passionate kiss which soon became a fight for dominance as you tongues became involved.

"I'm sorry I was late." He breathed as he he pulled away. "Practice was longer than usual today." He said sincerely, not wanting you to be upset with him.

"Then make it up to me." You demanded as you freedom your hands from his grasp in order to pull him in for another heated kiss.

"That, I can do." He spoke confidently as he lifted you up, at which you wrapped your legs around his steady torso.

His wandering hands began to roam higher and higher up your skirt until his fingers delicately teased the hem of you panties. A burning sensation was left on your skin from his touch.

"You're wet baby." He spoke as his fingers ran against your slick folds before reconnecting your lips.

His thumb began to draw hard but painfully slow circles against your throbbing clit, causing a few moans to slip past your kiss swollen lips.

Every sinful nice that filed past you lips sent a delightful rush of heat to Hoseok's already hard and strained cock.

In need for some friction, you began to grind your eager folds into his hand. He knew exactly what your body was asking for, he gladly slipped two of his fingers into your eager heat and began pumping you at a nice pace.

"Hoseok.. ah fuck, please don't stop." You moaned loudly as you kicked your head back, eyes closed and savoring every pleasurable thrust of his fingers that brought you closet and closet to the edge.

"You're so beautiful y/n." He breathed into the crook of your neck, a rush of pleasure coursed through you at his words.

Suddenly Hoseok lifted you up off the wall and carried you to one of the tables along the far wall, removing his fingers from you our entrance. A small whine left your lips at the loss of his touch.

He smirked at your needy state, "Did you forget we're both still fully dressed?" He raised an eyebrow as he slowly began to strip from his clothes. His shirt was the first to go, followed by his pants. You followed close behind, quickly shedding all of your clothing before reaching over to help your boyfriend with his boxers.

Once the last price of clothing was discarded you brought you lips to Hoseok's in a hungry kiss that he returned with just as much force.

Hoseok's tongue ran as long your bottom lip hastily as long sling for entrance and you gladly parted your lips in order to connect your tongue to his. One of his hands settled behind your neck while his other pulled you close to him by the waist before reaching lower to firmly squeeze your ass. You tilted your head to the side, allowing him more access to his mouth as one of your hands trailed down his torso to palm his exposed hard on.

Hoseok quickly pulled away before taking ahold of your wrist, hauling your movements.

"Did you forget that I'm making it up to you?" He teased.

"Doesn't seem like it." You retorted back to him with a smirk.

It all happened so quickly- Hoseok had flipped you around and had you bent over the table. His foot kicked open your legs, giving him clear view of your opening.

"Seems like it to me." He leaned forward to whisper in your ear as his member member brushed over your entrance, causing a small moan to leave your lips. "Just look at how wet you are for me."

"Hoseok please don't - ahhh" you moaned as he began to push his length into your slick folds. He immediately began with a quick pace, buckling his hips into yours, earning a string of curses to fall past your lips.

"Faster Hoseok... I need more of you." You commanded. As if on queue, Hoseok's thrusts got a lot faster a's his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you back to meet his trusts.

"Don't worry baby," he managed threw constant groans, "I'll take care of it."

With his other hand he snaked it towards your throbbing clit, abusing it with rough circles.

The feeling of over stimulation made it hard to think, so you screamed every single thing that came to mind.

The warm familiar feeling of your release approaching began to pool at the pit of your stomach.

"Hoseok, I'm close." You informed but his ruthless pounding only got faster as he too was close to releasing.

With one final thrust he came deep within your walls. The warm feeling of his seed deep inside of you officially pushed you over the edge. You wailed his name as the power of your release caused you shudder in pleasure.

Hoseok pulled out before collapsing onto the table next to you

You hooded eyes scaled over your boyfriends body, taking in the clear amount of sweat that glistened over his well toned body. Hoseok head been watching you the whole time as your eyes traveled over his exposed and heaving body.

"So?" He asked.

"So what?" You returned. Before answering he leaned down to join your lips together in a sweet kiss.

"So did I make it up to you?" He asked once again.

"Yes, you most certainly did." He was beaming at your answer as his arm snaked around your waist in order to pull your close to him for another love felt kiss.

Did you like? Well I HOPE so. LOL. If you have any requests as to what you'd like me to write for you guys, feel free to leave a request. And if you’re bored checkout some more of our BTS scenario posts on the BTS Masterlist. XOXO, Admin Vicki

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