#i also ended up scratching at my wrist which fucking sucks bc i have been doing so well with not doing anything like that

[breakyeol]

Sweet, Sweet Relief

Pairing : chanyeol x reader

Summary: in which your gorgeous best friend knows just what to do to help you relax. 

Warnings: strong language, shy yeol towards the end, explicit sexual content; mild muscle kink?? i think??, dry humping for like two seconds, oral (f. receiving) aka pussy eating king back at it again, fingering, park chanyeol bc the man deserves a warning all his own 

Word Count: 3.3k

a/n; ah yes, best friends to lovers, my favorite cliche. i can’t stop writing for Chanyeol lately?? which really isn’t that out of the ordinary bc the man is literally my muse, but it seems a bit excessive at times yikes. but i also think it’s a good thing because i’m making some leeway with his prince au!!! yay!!! hopefully it won’t be too terribly long of a wait! until then, i hope these drabbles turned one shots will hold you over :) enjoy!

“You’re stressed out.”

It wasn’t a question.

You sighed, head shaking as you spared Chanyeol a glance from the corner of your eye.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not.” Was his abrupt response, concerned eyes dragging over the length of your tensed features, pausing on the visible lines above your brow and at the corners of your mouth.

He was right, of course. You weren’t alright. In all honesty, you hadn’t been alright for the past month. Your latest assignment was beating the absolute shit out of you, draining your mind and body of all its viable energy and leaving you an exhausted, stressed out disaster of a person.

Unfortunately, you knew that if you admitted it out loud to Chanyeol, he would not let you spend another second staring at your stupid computer screen. But you really had to get the project done by the end of the week or you were totally and royally screwed. And if he couldn’t make you feel better, Chanyeol would end up feeling like shit and that in turn would make you feel even more like shit than you already do and it would be an endless cycle of the two of you feeling like shit and does anybody really need that right now? You were already struggling enough without having an extra pouty, sulking best friend to tend to.

“Chanyeol—“ you began, running your palms over your face as you concocted a number of things to say to get him to stop worrying. But, he didn’t give you the chance.

“I can do it again.”

Your hands fell away from where they’d begun to press against your sore eyes, a look of confusion crossing your features.

“Huh?”

He swallowed, shifting where he sat beside you on the plush sofa. You followed his every movement through narrowed eyes, your confusion building as a shade of pink dusted over his cheeks.

“I–if you want me to... I can do it again.”

It took you a second. To put the pieces together. To remember. For the shock to settle over you. It took a second, but it was with a jolt that you realized what he was talking about. Warmth blossomed beneath your skin, but you forced your expression to fall into that of gentle chiding.

“Yeol. We agreed that it was a one time thing.”

The near rejection had him crumbling in on himself, the blush coating his cheeks intensifying tenfold as he fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

“I know but... I don’t mind. If it helps.” He suddenly straightened his back and you damn near jumped out of your skin as one of his hands fell across your thigh. He stared into your eyes, determination and sincerity burning in his own. “I want to help.”

“Yeah but you don’t have to help like th— ah!” You yelped in surprise as he suddenly pushed you and you fell backwards onto the couch with a soft ‘oof’. “What the h– ell…” your voice gave with an embarrassing crack as Chanyeol crawled on top of you, straddling your hips and caging your head between his arms. The sudden change of position caught you completely off guard, and you found yourself grappling hopelessly to try and get your mind back on track.

“Let me help you, y/n. You know I’m good at it.” His voice had dropped an octave, softening into a near whisper. Heat pooled in your cheek, and you blinked rapidly, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Sure he was good —probably one of the best you’d ever had if you were being completely and totally honest—, but accidentally fucking your best friend while you are both wasted and horny beyond rationality is completely different than committing the act while sober and capable of discerning between right and wrong. And this— this had to be wrong.

Even if it felt so deliciously right.

Quickly ridding yourself of the thought, you pressed your palms against his chest with every intention to pushing him away, only to falter at the feeling of taut, bulging muscle beneath your fingertips that you were almost certain hadn’t been there the last time you’d laid your hands on him.

“Have you been working out?”

The question was so out of place in the situation that Chanyeol couldn’t rein in his laughter before it came bubbling from his chest in several loud, contagious eruptions.

“A little…” his lips curled into that familiar, boyish grin, “wanna see?”

Asking proved pointless as he sat up before you could conjure up an intelligible response and took hold of the bottom of his hoodie. In one soft motion, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside without a care. You couldn’t help but gawk like a fool at the sight you were left with.

“W–wow.” You coughed out, blinking rapidly as you absorbed the expanse of the tanned, toned body on top of you. ‘A little’ had been an understatement. The last time you saw him shirtless, you can’t quite seem to recall there being such a defined six pack… or such impressive biceps… fuck.

“Wanna feel?”

His large hand was already wrapped around your wrist before the question escaped his lips, though this time he actually waited for your verbal approval before proceeding. Was it really the best idea to be feeling up your shirtless best friend after he’d just propositioned you? Probably not. Were you going to do it anyway? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Allowing him to guide your palm to his impressive pectorals, you almost moaned at the feeling of the hard, warm skin beneath your greedy fingertips. “Not bad, huh?” He asked, smug smirk twirling at the corners of his lips.

“In a word.” You offered mildly, far too absorbed in tracing the defined ridges of his abs to come up with one of your usual smart ass responses. The faintest of gasps fluttered from his lips as you caressed over a particularly sensitive area, and you didn’t miss the goosebumps that rose across his sun kissed skin— nor the pressure of something hard suddenly nudging up against your hip.

Swallowing thickly, you tipped your head up, making the deadly mistake of meeting his eyes. They were dark, darker than you’d ever seen them, and hooded, pretty eyelashes fluttering across his flushed cheeks with every lazy blink. Something dangerous yet tempting swirled within them, and you found yourself too overwhelmed to hold his intense gaze for much longer, quickly diverting your attention elsewhere.

But, just your luck, your eyes happened to land directly on the second most dangerous feature on his face— his lips. They were a dark, lovely shade of pink and deliciously swollen from the relentless assault of his teeth. The unexpected urge to tip you chin up and kiss him crashed over you with all the strength of a tsunami, heat flooding down between your thighs. Instinctively, you tried to close them, but the shape of his body prevented you from doing such. Unfortunately for your sanity, the pressure of your legs squeezing around his hips gave Chanyeol a different idea all together, a whole new way of absolutely wrecking you.

You almost— scratch that, you quite literally choked on air when he suddenly rolled his hips down, grinding against you. It was more experimental than anything else, testing the waters, seeing just how far you’d let him go. When you showed no signs of pushing him away and telling him to go fuck himself, he did it again, and this time, you really did moan out loud. Chanyeol shuddered at the sound, positively delighted that he’d been the one to pull such a delicate, sexy noise from you.

Encouraged and invigorated with newfound determination, he set a steady, confident rhythm with his hips, rolling them into yours in hard, deliberate, fluid motions.

“Let me make you feel good, y/n.”

A shiver wracked your body, and you found yourself utterly helpless against the deep rasping bass of (what you liked to identify as) his sex voice. It was at least an octave deeper than his regular voice, with a deliberate yet natural hoarseness that shot straight to your core. And no being on earth was immune to it, including you.

“Okay. Fuck, okay,” you caved, breathing heavy and uneven just from that juvenile dry humping alone, “but this is seriously the last time, Chanyeol. We can’t keep doing shit like t–this.”

A triumphant grin twisted onto his rose petal lips, “that’s alright. Just this once is all I need.”

Contrarily, you feared this little indiscretion would make you crave him all the more.

You sighed softly as his head fell into the juncture of your neck, painting hot, open mouthed kisses across the vulnerable skin. “No marks.” You huffed lightly when he resorted to sucking and nipping, and you could feel the pout that downturned the corners of his lips, but he made no objections nonetheless. A trembling breath flooded out of your chest as he descended your body, pushing up the loose fabric of your t-shirt to press searing kisses across your belly, all the way down to the elastic of your leggings. He glanced up at you, and somehow the angle made him look more attractive than he already was.

“Don’t be nervous.”

You shot him a lopsided grin, “who’s nervous?”

He didn’t look convinced, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your hips. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s completely alright, just tell me and I’ll—”

“Don’t stop.” Chanyeol’s eyes widened at the sudden interruption, staring up at you with all the excitement and hope of a puppy getting a treat dangled in front of his nose. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you allowed your thighs to relax, falling open before him. “Please… don’t stop.”

He literally whined, though it quickly pitched into a rough, heavy groan somewhere deep in his chest. Long fingers slipped beneath the tight elastic of your leggings, making quick work of tugging them down the length of your legs. The air was cold against your bare skin, prickling goosebumps shooting up across your freshly shaved and lotion lathed legs (you silently thanked yourself for making yesterday one of your monthly self care days). The chill of the air was warded away by the warm press of his hands against the flesh of your thighs, grip tight enough to bruise.

“Fuck.” You hissed as he feathered his mouth over your clothed pussy, the heat of his breath rippling through your core in tiny shockwaves. Something dangerous glinted in his hooded eyes, and you let out a shaky moan when he flicked his tongue experimentally. The thin grey cotton darkened with a mixture of his saliva and your arousal, and he moaned quietly when your faint flavor hit his taste buds.

“Baby,” he purred softly, rolling his thumb over your clit and prodding the tip of his tongue where he estimated your entrance was. Your head tipped back against the cushion, mouth opening in a silent gasp. One of your hands reached down to weave through his thick black locks, while the other grabbed hold of the armrest behind your head. “Can I take them off?”

“Yes.” You breathed, removing your hand from his hair to brace it against the couch as you lifted your hips, allowing him to pull the black cotton down your legs. He tossed them aside haphazardly, a low groan rumbling in his throat at the sight of your bare core, wet and exposed in front of him. The first time you’d done this, it had been too dark and he’d been too drunk to really appreciate you. So, he’d take his time now. Really take his time.

“You’re so pretty.”

Warmth blossomed beneath your cheeks and you scoffed softly, trying your best to act like the compliment hadn’t made your heart flutter. He dragged his index slowly through your arousal, mouth falling open with a breath of amazement as he admired the glistening wetness that coated it. Chills rolled down your spine, an almost embarrassingly desperate whine resonating in your throat.

“Chan.” The urgency in your voice made him smile, and he looked up at you with eyes sparkling with mischief. You could only watch helplessly as he dragged his finger away from you, and slipped it between his lips, humming in delight.

Fuck. He was definitely trying to kill you.

Luckily for you, that one little taste proved to not be anywhere near enough for his insatiable appetite and, without warning, he pressed his face in close and began lapping eagerly at your pussy. Your mouth gaped, hips bucking up uncontrollably as his nose ground into your clit, his hot tongue licking hungrily at your entrance. Pleasure ignited in your veins like a wildfire, explosive and untamable and all consuming. It stretched through every part of your body, setting your skin ablaze in the wake of his touch.

“Oh my god, Chan—” he groaned against you in response, hooded eyes fluttering blissfully as he lost himself in the taste of your cunt. He was eating you out like his life depended on it, fierce and unrelenting, the sound of it wet and messy. You were moaning his name, thigh tightening spastically around his head, but his strong, calloused hands kept them apart, forcing them open so he could have his way. You almost lost it completely when he wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking.

Strangely enough, you found that without the intoxication of alcohol in your system, everything he did had that much of a more intense effect on you. It was like every touch, every sensation was amplified by your mere sobriety; the heat of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the eagerness of his tongue, the pressure of his fingers. You felt all of it, every one of your senses going into overdrive.

And god it was so much. And yet, you still wanted more.

“Y– your fingers, Chan, your fingers, please—” you panted, brows knitting as you felt that familiar tightening in your gut. He quickly obeyed, sinking his long middle finger inside of you with such ease you almost felt embarrassed. But there was no room for such emotions when you were so enthralled in the hot rush of pleasure bursting like the most brilliant of firecrackers in your veins.

A second finger was swift to join the first, stretching you out so deliciously that your toes curled. With his free hand, he tugged at your knee, bringing it up to rest over his shoulder. The new angle forced your hips off of the plush cushion below, his skilled fingers burying themselves deeper, pillowy lips sucking harder. It was over the second his digits curled, stroking up against that perfect little spot that had white hot electricity crackling in your blood.

Your orgasm hit you hard and fast. It was hot and overwhelming, the persistent, eager pressure of his mouth and hands drawing it out as long as it could possibly go. He dragged it out until you were limp and trembling beneath him, moaning and whining out broken fragments of his name, too lost in the bliss inducing thralls of your high to feel even the slightest hint of shame.

His ministrations seemed to grow even fiercer through your orgasm, his ravenous moans increasing in volume right alongside yours. He only pulled away when he knew you wouldn’t be able to withstand anymore, resorting to pressing soothing kisses and murmuring breathless praises against the soft, trembling skin of your thighs.

“Fuck you, Chanyeol.” You laughed breathlessly, tossing an arm over your eyes.

“Fuck me? Fuck you, I almost busted in my pants when you came. That was so fucking hot.” He groaned, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he crawled back on top of you, caging your head between his arms. You chuckled, warmth spreading through your cheeks. A sweet smile upturned the corners of his mouth. “Did it help?”

The question was less than a breath against your lips, so soft you had to strain your ears to hear it. You swallowed, gaze momentarily dropping to his mouth before returning to his eyes, only to find that they’d honed in on your lips.

“It helped. You helped.”

He inhaled shakily, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of his bottom lip. “Can I help a little more?” He asked, and you felt his bangs feather over your forehead as his head lowered. Hot breath rushed over your mouth. Instead of answering, you reached up and cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss. It was short, shy, sweet. Such a stark contrast to the fierce hunger he’d displayed going down on you not two minutes ago that you couldn’t help the giggles of amusement that came bubbling from your chest. He broke away from you with a bashful smile, gently resting his forehead against yours.

“You suck.” He mumbled, pouting childishly.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only one that’s done any sucking.” You teased.

“Who am I to argue with the facts?” He sighed dramatically, feigning defeat.

You laughed loudly, an obnoxious cackle that had to be one of the most unattractive sounds you’d ever made, but it was abruptly cut off when he reattached his mouth to yours. You hummed contently, carding your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck. The taste of you lingered on his tongue, and he painted the inside of your mouth with it. Warmth spread through your chest, your heart picking up speed as you melted into his kiss, melted into the warmth that the presence of his body provided you with.

“I lied.”

Your eyes blinked open, surprised by the sudden admission. “Huh?”

The look on his face stirred to life a strange, but vaguely familiar emotion in the depth of your chest. A crimson blush darkened his cheeks and his gaze shied away from yours. For a moment, you were reminded of the little, goofy looking boy that shyly handed you a heart shaped box of caramel chocolates on Valentine’s Day all the way back when you were thirteen. He had the same big sweet eyes, the same crimson cheeks, the same large pink tipped ears.

“I said that just this once is enough...” he swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing as he nibbled nervously on the corner of his lip, “but it isn’t. It isn’t enough.”

“What do you mean?”

He cupped the side of your face, thumb tracing the line of your lip. “I want you. I- I want to be more to you— to be more to you than just a friend.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, offering him a sly smirk. “Are you… confessing to me, Park Chanyeol?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

He smiled down at you bashfully. “If you say yes.”

“Hmm…” you squinted your eyes and pursed your lips as if you needed to think it over. But you had a feeling that a moment like this was long past due, so you resisted the urge to draw it out and torture him, opting to give him a more straight forward answer to put his racing heart at ease. “Yes.”

“Thank god.” He groaned happily, smooshing your face between his massive palms and tugging you into a deep, but playful kiss that made your skin tingle. You giggled noisily against his lips, draping your arms over his neck to keep him close. “Does this mean I get to eat you out like that whenever I want?”

“Oh, without a doubt,” you snickered as he pumped his fist, hissing out an eager ‘yes’. You grabbed his chin between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his attention back to you. “And next time...” you tipped your head up to nip at the sensitive lobe of his ear, letting a downright wicked grin curl across your lips, “I’ll gladly return to favor.”

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[slyscenarios]

ophelia 03

heartbroken too many times, your naive mind tends to fall in love too easily. after kim taehyung enters into your life, you’re smitten by the handsome man only for this romance to come to an end… or so it seems.

prologue 01 02 03 (discontinued) member: kim taehyung (ft park jimin) pairing: fuckboy!kth x reader genre: angst, smut, hurt/comfort(?) warnings: smut aka rough fucking, fingering hehe, squirting, swearing words: 6.3k a/n: wowow after this part i realized that i suck at writing smut lol. there prob won't be any more smut scenes after this bc i’m really not cut out for writing it haha. but, i hope you guys enjoy this part! (bc this part is kinda cute) i’ve been dumped with a lot of online hw from my now online classes so i haven’t been able to fully focus my attention on writing this series rip.

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Before you realize it, the first day of spring break hits. Yet, you’re found laying on your bed alone, starting a new Netflix series and bored to death.

It’s the afternoon before you hear a knock at your door, startling you to sit up properly on your bed. “Y/n, do you really plan on spending your spring break as a hermit?” Namjoon asks, swinging your door open as he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed. Giving your brother doe eyes, you nod before hearing him sigh. “Get ready, we’re heading out in 15 minutes to Jimin’s pool party, so dress accordingly.” Kicking himself off the door frame, Namjoon turns around to leave before facing his head back to you. “And pack some extra clothes, Jimin invited us for a movie night so we’ll most likely just sleep over there.” You watch your brother leave before you hop off your bed to walk over to your closet.

“A pool party, huh? I’ve never really been to one of those now that I think about it.” You mutter to yourself before searching for whatever you could identify as a swimsuit. Sighing, you sink to the floor, unable to find where you last put your swimming suit. “I guess it’s a no go for swimming today.” A bit disappointed, you remember Namjoon’s words before getting up to pack some extra clothes, preparing your things before changing into a comfortable sundress, Heading out to your living room, you meet an impatient Namjoon, who’s already in his swim trunks before you’re both leaving the house with one another.

The car ride leading up to the pool party, you’re anxiously wondering how Jimin will act around you this time. “I’ll just avoid him.” You think to yourself before finally arriving at the entrance of the familiar mansion. Hiding behind Namjoon, the door swings wide open but to your surprise, you’re greeted by Taehyung. You notice him only in his trunks, a towel slung around his neck as droplets of water are still on his body, indicating that he must have recently been in the pool. 

“Shit, is that the Taehyung?” Namjoon laughs before going in for a hug. Raising a brow at their interaction, you do your best to avoid Taehyung’s gaze. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Yea, I’ve actually been quite busy lately,” Taehyung replies, stepping aside for you two to walk into the structure. Unable to avoid him, you give him a slight smile before passing him, making your way inside as he stands behind you. 

“How many people are here already?” Namjoon asks from the front before looking back at Taehyung to which he shrugs.

“Too many to count, there are probably more coming later too.” Taehyung remarks before you all continue to walk along. Making your way over to the backyard, you’re caught in between the two taller men who have the need to tease you for your shorter stature. Before you can walk onto the patio, you feel a grasp at your wrist before being pulled aside and dragged into the back kitchen. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to party, love,” Taehyung smirks before letting go of you. 

“Why do you think that?” You question while folding your arms.

“Oh, I don’t know, you like to talk about literature and your nose is always stuck inside of a book.” He grins, knowing that his statement annoyed you as you rolled your eyes.

“I know how to have fun, Taehyung.” You state before eyeing a pitcher, which seemed to be full of red fruit juice. “Want a drink?” Brushing past Taehyung, you head over to the pitcher before pouring the beverage halfway full into the red solo cup. Taehyung makes his way to stand beside you before you feel his arm drape onto your shoulders. 

“Do you even know what’s in that?” He quirks a brow. Turning your attention from Taehyung to the cup, you sniff the drink before looking back to the fellow, handing him it.

“It seems like fruit punch to me.” You smile before he takes a deep breath, soon after taking a sip from the red solo cup. You then watch him easily down the drink before he hands you back the empty cup.

“Fruit punch it is.” He smirks before you happily begin to pour yourself a cup. Turning to face Taehyung, who is leaning upon the counter, you begin to drink the red beverage before realizing the sour and odd taste. Furrowing your brow at the taste, you clear your throat before setting the cup onto the counter. “Delicious, love?” You glare at him before sighing.

“You could have at least told me there’s alcohol in it!” You exclaim before he breaks out into a laugh. He was obviously toying with you to make you mad. Your frown turns into a pout as you’re slightly disappointed with how you broke your “no alcohol” rule (something you made up whenever you decided to attend parties). To your surprise, Taehyung lifts off from the counter before caging you in, both of his arms surrounding you as you’re forced to look straight at the man. He’s smug before taking the cup out of your hand, downing your drink before setting it atop the counter.

“Happy now?” He tilts his head before grinning to you. You feel him slowly closing in, and in a panic, you press a finger over his lips to stop him. You’re not sure as to why you decide to do this, but you’re found tracing his bottom lip with your thumb in silence. His eyes are alluring, gazing upon yours before you gently place your hands to both sides of his face, pulling him closer as his lips hover above yours.

“I told you Taehyung, you’re not getting to me that easily.” You smirk before turning your head to kiss his cheek instead. He exhales a laugh through his nose before you’re breaking through his barrier. Walking away, you look over your shoulder to see Taehyung astonished at your gesture. Making your way back to the patio, your heart’s beating quite a bit as you try to calm yourself down. So I guess I’ll have to avoid two boys today. Your train of thought is broken before someone bumps into you, ignoring your presence before they go on their very own way. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you decide to ignore them as well, turning your head to the wide view of the backyard in hopes to spot someone you know among the spread of random people. You happen to spot Jimin sitting in the pool along with Aiki in his arms as they’re conversing with a few other people, seemingly enjoying each other’s company. The more you’re thinking about it, you can’t help but feel frustrated as to why Jimin had kissed you the other day, knowing that he had a girlfriend. Yet, you’re watching from afar as they’re accompanying one another, not a worry in the world.

Your frustration gets to you when Jimin quickly meets your eyes, his smile fading a bit before he turns away briefly to talk back to Aika. Huffing, you turn around, pushing through the crowd of drunkards before making your way back into the large house. Wandering aimlessly around the house, a red solo cup in your hand (one you randomly pick up from the counter in the kitchen), you begin to sway in your steps. Mainly focusing on the bass coming from the rather loud music, you take another sip of your drink before feeling a hand placed at the small of your back. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing alone at a party like this?”

His voice too familiar, you turn to face the man, your eyes widening to see who it is. Chance. You’re both taken aback as his hand drops from your lower back. Here, standing beside you, was your previous boyfriend. Clearing his throat at the awkward silence, he looks at you with a smile. “Y/n, how have you been?”

Feeling a rush of emotions, you part your lips to speak but the only word you’re able to say is his name. Sighing, he firmly grabs the side of your arm before bending down to meet your eyes. “You’re not still mad at me, are you Y/n?” He’s tilting his head, the same cunning smile he would use to win you over was emitting from his lips, disgusting you as your heart becomes heavy. He hasn’t changed one bit. Removing his hands from you, he turns away before scratching his head. You’re unable to avoid observing your previous boyfriend, noting the new tattoo designs permanently located on his arm before you’re furrowing your brows at a coverup.

“So you got it covered up, huh?” You mutter before he raises a brow, turning his attention back onto you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” he smiles before closing in on you, “what did you say?” Unable to control your expression, you scoff out of annoyance before downing your drink. 

“I said leave me alone.” You’re speaking a bit louder than what you’d like, turning the heads of a few before Chance rolls his eyes, taking a step away from you.

“You’re still the boring old you, Y/n.” He retorts before cocking a brow at your current state. “I’ll leave you alone, but don’t expect me to open my arms back up to you willingly.” His firm smile scares you, and with that, your ex is out of your sight. Brushing your fingers messily through your hair, the alcohol hits as you find tears rolling down your cheeks. Uncontrollably. 

Ashamed, you decide to leave the crowded room in a panic, turning the corner to see Taehyung fully dressed in sweats. You also spot him flirting with another girl, or so it seemed. He’s twirling her hair with his index finger, laughing lightheartedly with her before he glances over to you from afar. His smile drops before he stands up from the couch, ignoring said girl. Exhaling a laugh in disbelief, you wipe away at the wetness on your cheek before turning your back to Taehyung, walking away from the area to the corridor. Looking over your shoulder, you spot him following from behind, a worried look on his face before you’re opening a random door. To your luck, you’re met with a rather large bathroom and surprisingly, it's empty. Scrambling inside, you shut the door behind you before locking it. Your legs giving away, you’re brought to the floor, curling into your knees before burying your head in your arms as you let the tears fall. “I’m really pathetic.”

“Y/n, are you alright?” A voice, his voice, comes from outside the door, startling you a bit as you’re rushing to wipe away your tears.

“Go away, Taehyung.” You yell, a bit too loud now that you’re head begins to hurt. You’re unsure if its due to all the crying or the alcohol, but a migraine is slowly making its way into hurting you as well.

“Come on, Y/n,” his voice is calm and soothing despite the overbearing music playing in the background, “let’s talk, please?” Sighing, you lift your head off of your knees before weakly standing up. Placing your hand on the door handle, you pause before letting out a deep breath. Wiping any excess tears left on your face, you finally creak the door open a bit to see Taehyung standing in front of you. You’re unable to read his facial expression, but he places a hand on the door before opening his mouth to speak, “Can I come in?” Biting your bottom lip, you nod before stepping away from the door as Taehyung makes his way inside, kicking the door close before locking it. His hands are digging in his pockets as you’re exchanging silent glances at one another. 

“Look, I appreciate it if you’re worried about me but I’m doing fine.” Managing to speak up, you can’t help but still feel awkward in his presence. Cora was right, Taehyung is intimidating. 

“Fine? Then what were those tears about?” Furrowing his brows, he steps closer to you. “It’s not... because of me, is it?”

“No- it’s not because of you Taehyung.” Rubbing your arm, you look away from him for a moment. “I’m just not feeling well.” You lie. What were you supposed to tell him? That after being humiliated by your ex, you walked around to look for Taehyung for comfort but got mad after finding him with another woman? Sighing at the complicated thought, you briefly look back to the puzzled fellow before clearing your throat. “I’m going to go home now, I’ve had enough of this party.” You’re walking over to the door before his arm stops you, turning your attention back to Taehyung.

“When are you going to stop running away?” His voice grows cold, startling you a bit. Using his arm, he pulls you into his embrace. “Y/n, tell me what’s wrong.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you can feel a rise of emotions coming as your eyes become watery. As the migraine finally gets to you, you rest your forehead on his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his frame.

“I’m just tired.” You lie once again. Coward. Feeling his chest rise, he exhales deeply before rubbing your back. Staying in the position for a while, you jump at the loud knock at the door. Looking up, your eyes meet with Taehyung’s before you’re snapping your head at the sound of the knock once more. He pulls away from you, forcing your arms to be removed from him as he goes to open the door. Frowning a bit, you watch as Taehyung converses with another man who’s going on about needing to pee. Signaled by Taehyung, you rush over to him and out into the hall before watching the strange man hurriedly rush into the bathroom. Feeling a hand in yours, you look up to Taehyung who is occupied talking to another man before wincing at the pain in your head. Pursing your lips when his attention is back on you, he smiles warmly.

“Want me to send you home?” His question is assuring to which you nod in response. He leads you through the large house, easily making his way through the entrance and out into the street. It’s dark out, already nightfall, but Taehyung’s presence eases you along with the bright lamp posts lined up along the street. You’re found sitting in the passenger seat of his sleek car, looking out the window before you decide to push down on the button, opening the window slightly. Feeling the cool breeze hit your face, the migraine fades away along with a lot of other negative thoughts on your mind before you turn your head to face Taehyung. He’s focused on driving, giving you enough time to focus your weary eyes on him before he glances over to you, his lips curving into a small smile.

“Taehyung?” You slur before he hums in response. Gulping, you notice his hand resting on the gear stick. On impulse, you snake your hand to his, lifting it off from the gearstick as he allows it. Tracing your fingers over the lines that the veins in his hand made, you intertwine your fingers with his. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“What was that, love?” Unable to hear you due to the open window, Taehyung glances over from his seat to see that you had fallen asleep, a soft smile on your face as your hand stays in his.

Woken up by a soft voice, you’re confused as to where you’re currently at. Your head beginning to spin, you look over to the open door of the car as Taehyung is bent beside you. “Y/n? I’ve brought you home.” Rubbing your eyes, you’re conscious enough to step out of the car, still weak as you stumble before Taehyung catches you. “You live with Namjoon right?” He questions but you’re too focused on your headache. You instinctively walk towards the house before reaching the door, realizing you forgot your keys in your bag, which happened to be in Namjoon’s car. Luckily, due to your clumsy brother, you remember the spare key you had hidden in the pot hanging from above the porch, doing your best to reach for it. Taehyung, amused at your state from behind, decides to help you as he easily reaches for the key above, handing it to you with a smug look on his face. 

“Thanks.” You frown before inserting the key into the hole, turning it to swing the door open. “Home, sweet home.” You yell, taking a step into the house before hearing Taehyung loudly clear his throat.

“Forgetting something?”

Pursing your lips, you turn around to face Taehyung as he’s smiling at you. “Thanks, Taehyung... for everything tonight.” Chuckling softly, he lifts his hand to your face, tucking away the loose hairs behind your ear before licking his lips.

“Goodnight, love.” Making the statement, something about it struck you. Did you really want him to leave? He turns his back to you briefly before walking down the steps, making his way back to the car as you do to your home. Nearly closing the door, you stop before acting on the spur of the moment. 

“Wait-” You shout out before exiting the house, running down the steps and towards him as he falters from entering his car. Turning back to face you, he watches you catch your breath.

“What is it, love?” Raising a brow at your gesture, he leans against his car before you’re stepping a bit closer to him.

“Taehyung, I-” you pause before observing his facial expression, “I just wanted to say goodnight as well.” You blurt aloud, unable to truly speak your mind. Stupid. He’s standing in front of you, a sly smile rising from his lips before you tilt your head in confusion. “What’s with the smile?”

“I just thought that you would, I don’t know, confess to me?” He grins, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Your arms subconsciously wrap around his neck before your face leans closer to his.

“What if I told you I was thinking about it?” Pursing your lips, he scrunches his nose before chuckling. 

“Say it then.” His eyes don’t break away from yours, causing your ears to heat up at the moment.

“I like you.” You speak meekly as he tilts his head, quirking a brow.

“What did you say, love? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said I like you, okay?” You raise your voice before watching his lips turn into a smile. And in an instant, he’s pressing his lips gently against yours. His kissing is different and to your surprise, gentle. Brushing your fingers through his hair, you pull away to breathe as he pecks your lips repeatedly, making you giggle. Lifting you off the ground, Taehyung carries you as you’re holding onto him tightly. He brings you back to the house, letting you down once you’re both inside as you’re holding his hand and guiding him to your room. Turning on your heel, you face the man before he crashes his lips to yours. Shuffling around the room in each other's arms, he pushes you gently onto your bed.

“Strip.” He orders, to which you follow. Removing your loose sundress, it falls to the floor as you’re exposed in your underwear. While kissing you, his free hand wraps around to unclip your bra from behind as he removes it with the other to reveal your breast. Wrapping your legs around his frame, you lay onto the mattress as he’s kissing at your neck. Biting your bottom lip to resist your urge to moan, he glances back up to you before kneading your breast. 

“Taehyung.” His name escapes your lips as he’s pulling down your panties, his slender fingers gliding over your wet slit before he pushes his thumb against your clit. Wincing at the touch, you arch your back as he begins to stimulate your clit.

“There you go, love.” He purrs into your ear, nibbling it as your breath grows heavy when you soon feel his tongue playing with your clit. Moaning aloud at his notion, you inhale sharply when he’s inserting his tongue in and out of you, your fingers combing through his hair while he picks up his speed. “Cum for me.” He whispers as you orgasm, clenching your thighs together before you’re bringing his head up to yours to kiss his lips. "You came so quickly, love.” He grins before getting off the bed to remove his sweats. You're eyeing the bulge in his grey sweats before your eyes widen as he pulls out his member. “Turn over.” Complying, you roll onto your stomach before flinching at his cold touch. “Ass up, love.” Gulping, you raise your hips timidly before he’s forcingly helping you by lifting your butt up. Awaiting his dick, you turn around to see him pull out a condom from the wallet he tosses to the ground, ripping off a bit of the wrapper before he puts on the thin condom. Feeling the tip of his cock rubbing at your slit, you whimper when he only inserts the tip.

“Don’t tease me, Taehyung.” You whimper before he presses his body on top of yours.

“Then what do you want, love?” He whispers in your ear. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What did you say?” He smirks against your neck, nibbling it as you’re licking the corner of your lip.

“Fuck me, Taehyung.” You firmly state to which Taehyung pulls away from your body. His hands gripping to the sides of your hips, he fully inserts into you, making you gasp at his length. Grunting, he’s slowly grinding his hips into you before speeding up. Moaning aloud, you dig your face into the sheets as he begins to pound into you. 

“Shit-” He groans before bucking his hips with every thrust, “you’re so tight, Y/n.” His panting echoes throughout your lone room. 

“Harder.” You moan aloud before he picks up his speed from behind. Hearing his low grunts, you realize you’re about to reach your high before he’s resting his body atop yours, his hands reaching around to play with your breast as he thrusts harder.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He groans as you’re breathing rather harshly. Digging his face into the back of your bare skin, he thrusts his hips into you before you both climax one after another. Feeling his release inside of you, you lose the strength in your body as you lay flat when Taehyung pulls out of you. Throwing away the condom, Taehyung picks you up before properly laying you down in the bed as he pulls the covers over the both of you. Spooning, you’re in Taehyung’s arms before your eyes are lost in his.

“That was amazing.” You whisper before hearing him chuckle lightly. 

“I told you I was good in bed but I remember a certain somebody telling me to basically fuck off.” He states as you roll your eyes, remembering your first encounter with Taehyung.

“Okay, I take my words back.” You slur before he’s running his fingers through your hair. Pressing his lips to your forehead, you’re both laying in silence before falling asleep as the night passes by.

The next day, you wake up due to the reoccurring pain in your head. Rolling around in your bed, you pull up the covers before realizing you’re nude and very much alone. “Taehyung?” Calling out his name, you get no response before you’re feeling anxious. Your eyes barely open, blinded by the strong sunlight coming from behind the blinds, you crawl out of bed before getting up to leave your room. Grabbing your towel on the way out, you leave to walk to the bathroom before feeling the urge to throw up. Rushing to the toilet, you’re cursing to yourself before the toxic liquid is out of your body and into the toilet bowl. Dryly coughing, you wipe away at your mouth before flushing at the toilet and proceeding to take a shower. Taehyung really left? You ponder his disappearance under the steaming hot water, unable to clearly remember the previous night. Making your way to your room right after, you hear the doorbell ring in which you’re wondering who it is. In a rush, you pull out an oversized t-shirt and shorts from your laundry basket of unfolded clothes before wrapping your hair up with a towel. “I’m coming” you groan repeatedly as the doorbell continues to ring annoyingly throughout your home. Swinging the door open, you’re greeted with the familiar boxy smile as he holds up a brown paper bag.

“Good morning, love.” He grins cheekily.

“Taehyung, where’d you go?” You ask, furrowing your brows to which he takes a step into your home, brushing his way past you.

“I went and got breakfast.” You close the door before catching up to Taehyung as he invades your home, making his way into the kitchen before placing the large bag onto the counter. “I bet you’re very hungover, love.” Standing beside him, you anticipate his actions as you’re actually intrigued at the pleasant aroma coming from the bag he’s holding. Frowning at his halt, you look up to Taehyung to see him chuckling.

“Why’d you stop? I’m hungry.” You state before he leans closer to you.

“I just want to make sure I’m not dreaming right now.” He smirks before planting his lips onto yours. Flustered, you freeze in your spot before he pulls away. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you nudge him before yelling at him to continue on what he was previously doing. “Do you have any bowls, love?” Nodding, you walk around Taehyung before opening up a cupboard, taking out two bowls and handing it to him. He splits the brothy content into both bowls before you’re scrunching your nose.

“Pho?” 

“Yea, it’s the best for hangovers,” he nods before handing you your bowl, the visible steam rising from the dish, “trust me, love.” He winks, making you blush and turn away to look for utensils. You’re eating your “breakfast” in silence as you’re both stealing glances at one another. Finished, you place the two bowls into the sink before proceeding to clean them. 

“Love?” Feeling his breath upon the back of your neck, chills are sent down your spine as he hugs you from behind. Occupied with the dishes, you hum in response, doing your best to not melt in his hold. “Did you really mean it when you said you liked me?”

“I- I don’t know.” You clear your throat before feeling his chin dig into the crook of your neck. 

“I like you, Y/n.” Biting your inner cheek at his words, you turn off the faucet before fully turning around to face him. Leaning your back against the sink, Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist.

“Do you really mean that?” You raise a brow as he presses his forehead to yours, nodding.

“Of course I mean it, love.” He whispers before meeting his lips to yours. You bring your hands up to cup his face, tilting your head as he’s passionately kissing you. Swiping his tongue against your lips, you part them, giving him entrance to interact with your tongue. Squeezing your thighs together, you’re startled when the towel, that was previously wrapped around your hair, falls to the ground. Pulling away, breathing rather harshly, you feel Taehyung’s hands reach around to grope your butt. Yelping from the sudden touch, you frown before lightly hitting his chest to which he laughs. He goes in for another kiss, one you’re anticipating, but he stops after hearing the sound of keys jingling. 

“Shit, Joon’s back.” You grumble before breaking out of Taehyung’s hold to walk out of the kitchen. Entering the living room, you spot your exhausted brother being supported by his good friend, Jimin. 

“Y/n, I’m glad you’re feeling better!” He smiles before helping Namjoon into your home. “Your brother told me how you had to leave early yesterday because you weren’t feeling well. Did something-” Jimin pauses, eyeing the movement behind you, “happen?”

Turning around, you notice Taehyung standing directly behind you before you turn back to face Jimin. “I just wasn’t feeling the best, thank you for your concern though Jimin.” Smiling, your eyes are soon on your brother as he breaks free from Jimin’s grasp before he’s plopping onto the large sofa. 

“Y/n? Can you be a dear and please get me something to soothe my alcohol poisoning?” Namjoon groans aloud, his hands on his head before you’re rolling your eyes at him.

“Thank you, Jimin, for looking out for my overdramatic brother.” You laugh before heading over to the cabinet in your kitchen, Taehyung following close behind. Reaching into the upper shelf, you pull out a bottle of Advil before popping two pills into your palm. Turning around, you bump into Taehyung before looking up to see his pout. 

“You didn’t tell me you were close to Jimin?” He whispers. Quirking a brow, you walk around him to grab the clean cup on the dish rack before filling it with water. 

“We’re not that close,” you scrunch your nose before satisfied with the amount of water filled within the cup, turning to face Taehyung, “Jealous?” You smirk before Taehyung frowns, looking away to avoid your eyes. Chuckling, you walk back to the living room before handing your brother the cup of water and Advil. Turning back to face Jimin at the doorway, you give him a reassuring smile.

“Well, I leave Namjoon in your care, Y/n.” He grins before you make your way over to him. “He might be dead for this whole day though, last night was wild.” Jimin winks before opening his arms. Noticing his anticipated face, you can’t help but laugh lightly before going in for a hug. “Don’t let Taehyung fool you, Y/n.” Surprised when he whispers quietly in your ear, he pulls away before his hand is on the handle of the door, his foot already out of the door.

“I’ll see you later, Y/n.” He smiles before looking past you. “Taehyung.” He nods to the man standing behind you. Confused at their interaction, Jimin smiles back at you before he’s leaving your house. Once he leaves, you spin around to eye Taehyung. 

“What was that about?” You tilt your head in confusion, arms crossed. Giving you a soft smile, he pats your head before pecking your lips.

“I have to go, love.” He walks past you and in an instant, he’s out of your house and in his car. Still confused, you watch him leave your driveway before closing the front door, turning around to the unpleasing sight of your brother. 

“Joon, just how much did you drink last night?” You sigh before walking up to him, grabbing the blanket kept in your living room to cover half of your brother’s long body. Laughing, you can’t help but capture the moment with your phone before you’re off to clean up whatever mess was made in your bedroom last night. 

 ...

“Taehyung, for the last time, if you’re going to be here, I need peace and quiet please.” You raise your voice to the unbothered fellow sprawled across your bed. It was the last day of spring break and you had just realized you forgot about the reading test you were to take the next day when you return back to school. So, you’re found at your desk while Taehyung had decided to come over to your house and bother you. 

“Say, can’t we do something fun for the last day of spring break love?” Taehyung asks, not looking away from the game on his phone. Sighing, you glance over to the lazed man on your bed before focusing back on your book.

“No, I have to finish reading Hamlet otherwise I’m screwed for my literature test tomorrow.”

“But, can’t you just Sparknotes the book? It’s faster and easier.” Taehyung remarks, annoying you as you set your book down to fully face the man.

“I can not just Sparknotes Hamlet, Tae.” You huff before he sits up from the bed. “You have to read the whole book in its text in order to understand and grasp the concepts, love.” Turning back to your book, you hear him chuckle before the bed squeaks, indicating Taehyung’s up on his feet and now standing behind you.

“At least read a bit out loud for me then,”  Taehyung whispers in your ear from behind. Gulping, you ignore his request before feeling his breath tickle your skin. “Please, love?” Turning your head to see his puppy eyes, you sigh before looking back at your book.

“Larded all with sweet flowers, Which bewept to the ground did not go with true-love showers.” You read aloud, lifting your book up for Taehyung’s eyes to see.

“How do you do, pretty lady?” Taehyung cuts you off with the next line. Unable to hide your smile, you continue. 

“Well, God'ield you! They say the owl was a baker’s daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table.” You speak before feeling Taehyung nibble at your ear. “Your turn, Tae.” You whisper as he groans, moving away from your ear to speak.

“Conceit upon her father.” Taehyung quickly says before continuing his previous action. Rolling your eyes, you focus back on the text, doing your best to avoid his neediness as his arms hug you from behind.

“Pray you, let’s have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say you this.” You finish your sentence but you notice his hand snake to your inner thigh, groping it as you’re biting at your bottom lip.

“Keep reading, love.” He whispers in your ear. Nodding, you clear your throat before continuing your words.

“Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day, all in the morning betime. And I a maid at your window, to be your Valentine.” You read aloud before he lifts the band of your shorts, inserting his hand into your pants as his fingers find your clothed clit. Wincing at his pinch, you bite your bottom lip before continuing, “Then up he rose, and donned his clothes, and dupped the chamber door-” Closing your eyes when he’s rubbing circles around your clit, you throw your head back into his chest as he places kisses on your jaw. Your breath grows heavy when he picks up his speed.

“What are you doing, love? I didn’t say you could stop reading.” He says coldly to which you purse your lips. Opening your eyes, you turn to face Taehyung as he’s smug. Frowning, you turn back to the book in your shaky hands before parting your lips to speak.

“Let in the maid that out a maid, never departed more-” Gasping when you feel Taehyung insert a finger into you, you’re gripping the book tightly. He’s placing wet kisses on your neck and sucking away while you throw your head back. “Taehyung.” You moan aloud before feeling him dig his finger deeper into you, hitting your G-spot. Covering your mouth with your other hand, in hopes of covering your loud moans from Namjoon to hear, you subconsciously spread your legs wider as he’s pushing his finger in and out of you.

“Cum for me, baby,” Taehyung speaks in a low tone, speeding up as you reach your climax, squirting through your shorts as he chuckles. “Looks like we have a squirter here.” Your hand falls from your mouth as your now weak, panting rather harshly as he pulls out his fingers from inside of you. Using his other hand, he grabs your chin, turning your head to face him as he kisses your lips. Removing his hand from your chin, Taehyung lifts the book up before clearing his throat loudly.

“Pretty Ophelia.” He grins to which you’re frowning, finally noticing the mess you made. Taking the book out of his hands, you set it aside before standing up weakly from your chair.

“Great, now I have to clean this all up.” You turn back to Taehyung, pouting as he squishes your cheeks together.

“Hey, at least now we know you’re a squirter love.” He smirks before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your ears heat up before you’re removing his hand from your face.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You blurt before rushing out of your room and into the hall. While hiding in the bathroom, you notice your soaked underwear and shorts, sighing before you grab a dry towel from the small closet. Making it back to your room, you’re furrowing your brow when you see Taehyung back on your bed, playing the same annoying game he was before as if nothing had happened. With his back to you, you use the chance to change out of your soaked clothes and into fresh sweats before cleaning up the wet mess with the dry towel. Amidst your hard work, you hear a slight snore come from the direction of your bed, snapping your head to it when it becomes louder. Chuckling lightly, you walk over to Taehyung once you’re finished cleaning up. 

“Looks like we have a snorer here.” You retort quietly before exhaling a laugh through your nose. Bending forward, you kiss his cheek before pulling your bed sheets over him. “Now, back to my assignment.” You sigh quietly, hoping not to wake up Taehyung before taking a seat at your desk. Taking out your Hamlet book, you take a deep breath before continuing off from where you had previously left off.

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Changbin’s Thigh Harness

Words: 4733

WARNING: all the warning damn, oral, intercourse, dom/sub

Pairing: Changbin x reader

A/N: I don’t even know what to say, enjoy reading bc I kinda got carried away with this one

You were waiting with your other 7 members backstage at the Jeju Hallyu Music Festival. Rehearsals had just finished for all groups and the live performances were starting in an hour. There was a large open space where members from all different groups could hang out, play games and more.

“Do you guys wanna go in the hangout area?” You asked your members, who smirked at you in reply,

“Okay, we will go with you so you can see your boyfriend,

y/n,” They all gigled to each other, leaving your face nothing but a deep shade of red. You hit Ivy lightly on the arm,

“Oh my god, shut up Ivy! I do not… okay maybe a little, but he probably won’t even be there. They are a rookie group and because they are so hard-working, they are probably resting.”

You smiled idiotically at the thought of Changbin being in the hang out room arose in your mind. Your group debuted recently too, and you had promoted at the same time twice, so the two times you spoke to Stray kids, and more specifically, Seo Changbin, you felt a connection to him, because you guys were in the same position of the hard times associated with being a rookie group and debuting.

Ivy quickly snapped you out of your thoughts,

“I’m just messing with you! I wanna play some games anyway,” she smiles at you, but then quickly moves closer to you to whisper in your ear,

“I think Lexi wants to see Felix too, the crush she has on him is massive, because he smiled and winked at her at music bank last week. And you never know, Park Jihoon might be there,” You laugh together and proceed to leave your dressing room and head towards the hangout space.

At first, all three of you are disappointed, because there is no sight of Stray Kids, causing a relatively large sigh to escape you and Lexi’s mouth simultaneously. Ivy quickly rolls her eyes before dragging your arm over to the claw machine. You stand and watch Ivy unsuccessfully win anything.

“Do you need help with that?” You turn around to see an old friend with a large smile plastered on his face,

“Park Jihoon! Uh yes please, Ivy sucks at this,” you bow towards him as Ivy shoots you a death glare before smiling at Jihoon, followed by her bowing towards him. You see a sparkle in his eye as he makes eye contact with Ivy, moving towards the machine.

“Ivy is there any toy you want in particular?” You see Jihoon give you a small look, signalling for you to go away. You nod in response,

“Oh um, I’m gonna go and see what Lexi is doing.” Ivy looks at you wide eyed, you wink at her. Her and Jihoon laugh together nervously before moving back towards the claw machine.

You see Lexi playing a game with a controller. You begin to walk towards her when you freeze in the middle of your strut. One after the other, each member of Stray Kids walks in, causing your heart rate to slightly accelerate. Changbin was the last member to walk in, and damn, did he look good. He had a white shirt on, black pants that fit his legs all to well, and… a thigh harness? You weren’t exactly sure of what was on his legs, but god, did it turn you on. You quickly decide to walk back in the other direction and sit on the couch, in hopes of him not seeing you. You didn’t know what it was, but out of all the male idols you saw, he made you the most excited. You were constantly surrounded by attractive males, however, he had a unique effect on you. In fact so unique, the more you stared at him, the stronger the dull ache between your legs became. He just looked so good, you couldn’t help yourself.

You pretended to look out the window, hoping that he would come over and talk you. However, he stayed with Chan and Jisung as they spoke to Seungwoo and Park Woojin. Your heart sank a little, but you remained positive. You were happy for Lexi though, because as soon as they walked in, Felix had stuck to her side like glue. You smiled to yourself, before leaning your head against the arm of the couch, checking your phone.

“Hey y/n, how are you today?” You looked up with hope hearing a male voice ask you, but you were slightly disappointed to Lee Minho smiling at you, before sitting right next you.

“Hi Lee Know.” You smile uncomfortable as he scoots closer to you, pretty much pressing his legs against yours,

“Please, call me Minho.”

You nod and face the front again to see Changbin still talking to the other boys, causing nothing but your sadness grow.

“You know, Changbin probably wants to kill me right now?” You become anxious at the mention of his name,

“Oh haha really? Why?” You nervously chuckle, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“Isn’t it obvious y/n? He has literally not shut up about you since our groups met for the first time. He likes you! But is wayyyy too nervous to come up and start a convo with you. And I wouldn’t be saying this to you if I knew you didn’t feel the same way,” you cough and put a hand over Minho’s mouth.

“Shut up! Okay be quiet, I don’t want anyone to hear you talking nonsense!” whispering to Minho, in which he laughs out loud, causing everyone to turn over and looks at you two, even Changbin. He smiles and waves at you, in which you nod and do a small wave back, butterflies flutter in your stomach for a small moment.

“y/n, I know you. You haven't stopped looking at him the whole time we have sat here. He even told me how hot you looked when we walked in here.”

A small blush crept onto your face.

“Now, he didn’t tell me to come over here to help him out, You know, talk him up, tell you how great he is, but there is no need because you already know this. What I will do though, is find a way to make him come over here to talk to you, because it’s what all three, actually all 10 of us want.” You laugh in agreeance with him.

“Okay Lee Minho. If you are so smart, how do you plan to do that?” You sarcastically remarked.

“By making him jealous.”

You spat out laughing,

“What?” You questioned him. You had no idea what he was trying to do.

“Just follow my lead.” You nodded reluctantly, but for some reason trusted him.

He moved closer to you, putting a hand on the top of your thigh, other placed in the middle of your back.

“Move closer to me and put a hand on my chest, while pretending to laugh at something I said.”

“What?!” You exclaimed in shock.

“Just do it!” He whisper shouted, and you followed his instructions, laughing as loud as you could. You felt a shiver descend down you could feel his stare out the corner of your eye,  Changbin’ head snapping around to see you and Minho together. Chan and Jisung laughed as they knew EXACTLY what Minho was trying to do. Therefore, they egged Changbin on to go and speak to you.

“Changbin, better watch out, the Mr. sexy Minho is becoming Mr. Steal your girl!” Chan cries as all the boys chuckle a little, followed by Chan wincing in pain from the heavy punch that Changbin laid on his right shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up Chan, she is not my girl, I don’t care.” Changbin lied through his teeth, causing even Park Woojin and Seungwoo to laugh in disbelief.

You proceeded to move closer to Minho, following his instructions until your faces were millimetres apart.

“Is he looking, is he looking?” You repetitively ask Minho, who can do nothing but giggle at your eagerness to talk to Chagbin.

“Yes y/n, he has been looking the whole time. And I think it has worked because I can see him coming over. Now, don’t panic. Just keep looking at me and pretending he isn’t coming until he says hi. Got it?” You nod in response.

You see him, Changbin, walk over slowly, causing your heart to skip a beat. You continue to face Minho and smile at him, until he finally approaches.

“Hey y/n, He smiles at you,  before lowering his voice and head at Minho, showing him the biggest death glare you had ever seen,

“Minho.”

“Hey Changbin, *cough bc nervous af* how are you?” Your voice breaks at the end of your sentence, causing you to look down at the floor to prevent Changbin from seeing the dark shade of red appear on your face.

Without saying anything, Minho shits his pants and quickly leaves you before getting his ass whooped. Changbin replaces his spot, but doesnt sit as close to you, which makes you slightly relieved but also a little upset. His thigh harness however, was dangerously closer to you, forcing you to look no where but his….. Crotch region.

“Oh shit, Taryn, I’m so sorry, I left my phone in the change room. Would you be able to come and get it with me?” Changbin pretends to scratch his head.

“Uh sure,” You reply nervously as you both leave the couch and follow him to his change room. However, you notice that his phone is in his pocket when you get up. You ignore this, as he grabs your wrist gently.

Once you are out of sight from anyone and everyone in sight, Changbin pushes you against the wall, pressing his body, and that fucking harness, right up against you. At first, fear came over you, but was quickly replaced with arousal as he pressed his already hardened member against your thigh, a sharp inhale escaping your mouth.

“Changbin, what are you doing?” You groan, as he begins to rub his member up and down your core, hitting your clothed clit.

“You thought you were so funny, teasing me with Minho? Huh? I was dying on the inside. Y/n, you are so sexy and I can’t stop thing about you. It drives me crazy. Seeing you with Minho pissed me the fuck off. We can’t have that here princess, can we? I might have to punish you later for being such a bad girl,” Changbin grunted before pushing the hair covering your collarbone to the side, leaving him to sharply suck on the skin covering your collarbone. You whimper as you grab his arms, feeling the texture of his large and ripped biceps.

“I’m sorry Changbin baby, but I just wanted you to talk to me, I need you, I want you so bad. That harness looks, really good on you, daddy” Changbin groans at the mention of you calling him daddy.

“Look, I have to go on stage now, but put your number in my phone and I’ll text you after.” You nod and quickly proceed to punch your number in his phone.

You walked away, turning around and winking at Changbin before proceeding back to your change room. You sat in there for the next 30 minutes trying to process what had just happened. Changbin was, jealous? He wanted you? You were so confused, but excited at the same time, anticipating the possible events that may occur later on in the night.

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You group was the first to perform. You loved performing on stage. You had so much passion and ambition to get all the dance moves right and rapping on beat. Getting on stage was such a thrill for you, but today it was different. You could barely focus. The memory of Changbin pressing himself up against you replayed over and over in your head. You always thought that he was cute, however, that changed. The only thought you had of him was him inside of you, thrusting back and forth, with you screaming his name. You almost forgot your lines, because of how sexy Changbin was. You couldn’t help but smile on stage,thinking about what had just happened 15 minutes ago.

You sighed in relief when you finished your stage. You flashed the camera a quick smile and ran off as fast as you could. With fast determination to get back to the dressing room, you were stopped when you felt a shoulder bump into you, causing you to fall over. However, you were quickly back to your feet when a rather large had helped you back to your feet. You began to sweat a little when you realised who it was. Before the other members came, he pulled you close again,

“Watch your step, baby girl,” Changbin whispered, before giving you a quick ass squeeze proceeding to the stage. You nodded quickly before running back to your dressing room. You sat on your phone in the corner quietly, ignoring all of the members who might have possibly saw your…. encounter with Changbin. You thought you were going to go crazy. He was so god damn sexy, and he wanted you, he wanted you bad. As much as you wanted him.

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The night was almost over, and you had had no communication with Changbin. You also knew, that if you didn’t see him here again, you would lose your chance, because it’s not like you could go to his dorm, the media would be all over it. You sighed in despair as you gathered around with your members and watched Wanna One, the last group to perform on stage.

“Hey y/n, what’s wrong?” Ivy nudged your shoulder in concern. She could tell that you were disappointed about something. She was the member you were the closet with, so she knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Oh noth-” you were interrupted with a notification from your phone, from an UNKNOWN number. You eyes lit up when a wave of realisation hit you. It was Changbin. You went to reply to the text, when you almost dropped your phone out of fear as the loud noise that was your ringtone began to play.

“Hello?” you purred, knowing the exact effect you wanted to have on him.

“Hey baby girl, what are you up to,” Changbin replied with a husky tone, followed by a deep moan, “do you know how long I’ve been waiting to touch you for? Wanting to make you scream my name in ecstasy princess?” You gulped as you quickly got up and took your phone call outside.

“Changbin, have you, already started without me?” You ask innocently,

“I’m sorry baby don’t be mad, I couldn't help myself. Thinking about you on stage was driving me insane. Why don’t you come over and help me out?” Changbin strangled out as he continued to play with himself.

“Where are you, daddy?” You confidently asked, causing him to throw his head back and moan in response.

“Daddy’s in the bathroom just next to our first encounter, do you think you can manage to, you know, meet me and help me out with my problem?”

“Oh, I sure can, princess is on her way right now.” You squealed in excitement, but quickly control your emotions as you speed walked towards your destination.

You had arrived at your destination after what felt like forever. You took a deep breath, before slowly opening the door. You were surprised and confused when you saw no one in there. Before you knew it, you were frightened when you felt someone pull you into the corner and push you up against the wall.  You smiled and laughed simultaneously. He moved closer to you, and pushed your hair behind you ear to give him more access.

“Hey” Changbin whisper, causing you to giggle again.

“He-” you begin to reply, before being interrupted with Changbin’s lips being smashed against yours. You moan against his lips as the kiss quickly escalated with passion. You press your tongue against his lips as you beg him for access, which he gladly gave. Your bodies begin to move together as your tongues wrestle in sync. Changbin, the person to break to kiss, lets go of you, sucking on your lip before completely detaching himself from you. He begins to press soft, light kisses along the side of your face down your neck, until he reaches the edge of your collarbone. He begins to lightly suck, causing you to inhale sharply. His tongue felt so nice as it cooled you down from the heat the began to build up, especially at you core, like before

You quickly push him off of you as your ripped his shirt off, buttons flying everywhere.

“Put your hands up” Changbin panted as he tried to catch his breath. You complied quickly lifting your arms up as he pulled your dress over you heard, leaving you in nothing but your matching lingerie. You gave yourself a small pat on the back for wearing that, as Changbin’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. You tried to take his pants off, but THAT harness was in the way.

“Wait baby, I have an idea,” Changbin unclickle the harness from his legs and moves behind you, tying you wrists with it so they were behind your back. You had never tried something like this before, “does that hurt baby, are you uncomfortable?” Changbin whispers, hands lightly kneading your nipples, causing you to groan in pleasure.

“I’m fine daddy.” You whisper back.

Changbin presses his lips to your quickly again, before, once again, continuing a trial of kisses down, past your collarbone this time and all the way down to you chest, where he took in one of your breasts in his mouth, continuing to knead the other with a hand. You rolled your head,a loud thump against the wall. However, you are in too much pleasure to care.

“Oh Changbin baby, that feels so good.” You moan out, causing him to smile against you. He detaches himself from your breasts and continues his trail down until he is on his knees, face in line with your core. He presses kisses right above your center, frustration beginning to build up in you. You should have known from earlier in the day, how much of a tease he was. You begin to thrust your hips up so it forces him to move down, but he is stubborn. He continues in his spot and chuckles against you as he sees the evident frustration on your face and in your actions.

“You are so impatient, baby. If you really want it that bad, tell me.” Changbin hisses.

“Please daddy, I want it so bad, I want you to touch me so good like I know you can. Punish me, I have been a bad girl. I need to be taught a lesson,” you whined as your desparaton grew more and more by the second.

“Damn right you need to be,” Changbin snaps, giving you a quick glance, eyes full of lust and desire for you.

Before you could say anything else, Changbin dives into you, licking a stripe up from your slit to your clit. You scream at the sudden contact. Changbin looks up at you, maintaining eye contact and he continues to flick his tongues back in forth and circular motions.

“Oh Changbin baby, you feel so fucking good on me, don’t fucking stop.” you struggle to get out, leaving Changbin to hum against you, sending vibrations through you, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“You taste so good too baby, daddy is very happy.” Changbin says as he slips two fingers inside of you. You lift your arms, interlocking your finger tips in his hair, pulling slightly. You body slightly tense at the immense pleasure you feel, leaning back on the wall for support.

“Daddy I want you, I need you.” You whimper, causing a flip to switch in Changbin. He withdraws his tongue from your folds and stands up, leaving you annoyed with the loss of contact before reaching your satisfying point . He flips you around so your front is pressed against the wall. He gives himself a few strokes before finding your entrance.

“Oh baby girl, you feel so good,” he murmurs, moving his tip up and down your folds, sending bolts of pleasure through you, “but you have been a bad bad girl, y/n, do you think daddy’s gonna let you come that easy?” He smirks before slapping your ass so hard, it left a red mark of his elongated fingers spread across your left cheek.

“Of course not baby, I’m so sorry, how could I repay you?” You ask innocently, rubbing your ass against his member, eliciting a frustrated groan from him. He removes the harness from around your arms and uses it to put over your head and motion you towards him.

“Let me touch you daddy please.” You beg, in which he nods. You proceed to move down onto your knees, so you become in line with him.  You give it a couple of slow strokes while circling your tongue around his tip, causing him to shudder.

“Oh s-shit, y/n,” he moans.

You decided to stop teasing him and slowly, but surely, take all of him on your mouth. He picks up his harness, deciding to use as a guide to continue to bop your head up and down on him. Changbin threw his head back, eyes shut in euphoria as you began to quicken your pace on him. He completely melted when he opened his eyes and looked back down at you, your eyes looking straight back into him, refusing to break eye contact. You move off of him and gasp to try and catch your breath back, using you hand as a substitute to continue the pleasure you were giving him.

“Ugh baby girl, your mouth feels so fucking good.” Changbin groans, moving two fingers up and down in your mouth. You happily suck his fingers, circling your tongue, around his elongated fingertips. You lightly begin to suck on them, loud noises echoing around the room. You move away from Changbin’s fingers and return to his dick, once again, taking all of it in your mouth, resulting in him grabbing your hair for support. The pleasure was becoming unbearable for him. He twitched a couple of times. You to hum against him, knowing he was close. The vibrations move through his whole body. You were about to let him release, but, he had other plans in mins suddenly pushing you off of him.

You sat there, confused as hell, but quickly pulled out of that state as you were being pushed up against the wall once again. Facing forward, leaning the side of your face and breasts against the cool tile of the wall. It added to the pleasure as it cooled you down. Changbin moved one arm around his torso, the other moving your hair behind your back as he began to suck harshly just underneath your ear, causing your whole being to quiver underneath him. He used the arm around your torso to move down to your core, leaving him to press small circles against your now extremely sensitive  clit. You were forced to hold on the wall, you knees definitely giving way if you didn't do so. onto the wall for support. His fingers has the perfect texture as you could hardly stand. He used his other hand to knead your ass.

“Tell me y/n, what do you want?” Changbin whispered in your ear, slowly slipping two fingers inside of you, at an EXTREMELY slow pace. You struggled to get any words out,

“I want your big cock inside of me daddy, I, want, you, so, bad” You managed to get out. An immense pit of pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. Changbin roughly ejects his fingers inside if you, leaving you to whine at such sudden loss of contact. He gives himself a few pumps, before running the tip of his dick up and down against his folds, leaving you to whimper at the little, but tremendous satisfaction you are feeling. He quits being a tease, slowly plunging himself into you. You gives you a small amount of time for you to adjust to him, before he begins ramming himself into you, causing you to cry out in indulgence as his thick length pushed into you so forcibly. He grabbed your arms to use for support and balance, refusing to slow down his extremely fast and even quickening pace he has going.

“Oh fuck daddy, you fuck me so good, give it to me.” You growl, causing Changbin to thrust even harder into you. At that moment, you knew for sure that you would not be able to walk straight for the next day or two, but you did not care. No one had ever fucked you so good before.

“Stop,” you speak firmly. Changbin freezes, nervous that he had done something wrong, making you uncomfortable. Instead, to increase the satisfaction you were both feeling, you stopped him and began moving up and down on him, causing you to simultaneously throw your heads back, you leaning on his glistening shoulder for support.

“Oh fuck baby keep going, I’m so close,” Changbin groans, followed by him repeatedly moaning your name, tangled with a bunch of cuss words.

“Me too daddy, your cock feels so good on me. Make me cum, I want to cum so hard, please daddy,” You whine, beginning to clench your walls around him, resulting in the familiar twitch of his cock. He performs a few more organised thrusts, before they become sloppy, releasing his load inside of you. At the same time, your whole body shudders as the most powerful orgasm you had ever had hits you. You scream his name as the most intense wave of pleasure comes over you. You lean all of your weight on him, Changbin effortlessly catching you, losing all of your strength, looking up at the wall to see a large array of stars debilitating your vision.

“Changbin, I can’t walk, can you help me sit down and get my clothes.” You speak quietly to him, embarrassed by your weakness.

“Oh, uh yeah sure,” he smiles at you before following your instructions.

You begin redressing yourself, looking in the mirror and fixing your hair to how it looked before the disheveled state it was now in. You make eye contact with Changbin, resulting in your bursting out in laughter at each other.

“Changbin hyung!” You both hear someone yell outside of the bathroom. You both freeze as you realise it’s one of the members of Stray Kids.

“Yeah!” Changbin yells back. You slap him hard in response causing him to hiss at you,

“What was that for?”

“You idiot, this is the male toilet!” You snap back. Changbin’s eyes widen as he realises what he had just done.

Seconds later, the door bursts open to reveal his members Hyunjin, Bang Chan and Felix.

“Ah Changbin, we have been looking for you. We are about to l-” Chan stops as he sees you hiding in the corner. At first they are all puzzled, but then, their jaws drop to the floor as they realise what had just occurred. You face turns a bright red as they fall on the floor in a roar of laughter. They smack the floor and throw their heads back while pointing at Changbin.

“*cough* ahem, do you guys mind, y/n is really embarrassed right now, and you are making her feel worse.” Changbin snaps at his members, even Bang Chan, causing them quickly stand up and stop laughing, noticing the intense shade of red staying on your face.

“Sorry y/n, we didn't mean to disrespect you at all.” Felix bows his head in guilt as you smile at him.

“It’s okay, I’m fine. But, could someone help me try and walk straight.” You look up to all of the boys, joining them in laughter as they put one arm each around you, acting as crutches, carrying you out of the bathroom.

#Changbin smut #seo changbin smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #kpop

[alrightinbed-betterwithapen]

in response to getting another guy in ur life

i'm submitting this bc it's tough trying to squeeze everything into one ask. as i kept going the pov would lowkey switch back and forth pls ignore i am kind of sleepy

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i think it would be rough on him. any normal person would assume it'd be because he had feelings for you, which of course wouldn't be true, but he'd be hurt and he'd feel conflicted about it.

he'd know there were no strings, and of course you'd both had that conversation of "if you find somebody that's fine, but this is just for us at this point in time" and he always had that looming in the back of his mind. but when you stop texting him, calling him, and only see him for work, it'd kind of infuriate him. you could have at least told him if you no longer wanted to do anything with him or if you found someone.

aside from that, he'd miss it. he'd miss the sneaking around, buying things for you, making you cum with just his fingers...he'd almost feel like it was a waste of time. he knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew what made you shiver and what made you cringe. he knew exactly how to fuck you, when to fuck you, and where to fuck you. he knew you liked it when his fingers would find your necklace charm, rolling it through his fingers before continuing to work his way down. he knew how to fuck your throat, what your limits were, and how long you could take it before you needed air. he knew that as much as you loved when he came in you (most of the time before you go out so when he sticks his hand up his skirt to feel you up, he still feels himself dripping out) you also loved when he'd cum on your stomach, continuously dipping his finger in it and putting it in your mouth. he knew you loved when he kissed you after you swallowed. he knew you loved to taste yourself on his lips. he knew what positions you liked, how tight to tie your wrists to the headboard. he knew how hard to choke you and he could tell when it was too much. even when he bit your lip so hard it started bleeding and you told him, very enthusiastically, to keep going (he learned lots that night). he knew so much and vice versa.

you knew he loved feeling your hands on his chest. you knew he loved the rush of cockiness telling you what to do (and you obeying) gave him. if you didn't obey, you knew he loved punishing you. you knew he loved when your actions made him tie you up, spank you till you're dripping, or fuck your throat till you can't speak. you knew he loved the aftercare, having you sit on his lap in the bath, pressing lightly into bruises and scratches and bite marks until you hiss and smack his hands away while he giggles, saying, "you wanted them!" you knew he loved when, one night, after losing a bet with you, he let you dom him and you knew he hadn't ever cum that hard with you before (even still, he refused to admit that and continued his normal domming afterwards). you knew he loved when you talked back to him. you knew he loved when his hips would still at your hilt, a glorious groan escaping his lips, nails digging into your skin, as he finally cums in you. you knew he loved that first time you sucked his dick, realizing you took it all your first try. you knew he loved when the tears would run down your cheeks from being fucked so good. you knew he loved the walk of shame (as he sleepily watched with a smile on his face) out of his bedroom.

it'd almost be like it went on too long. you knew each others bodies too well, which made you such great lovers in the bedroom but you'd never end in a relationship. it'd be hard to navigate.

i think his breaking point would be when you bring the new guy by his house when jason is there, saying, "hey jason, just telling you this is the guy i met because of you!" you'd hug this guy's chest, smiling, as your eyes land on david's. it'd be the first time he'd look away from you. jason is eager and happy for you, joking that maybe you'll start being uptight again. (once you'd started fucking david on the regular, both of you had been consistently relieving stress, allowing both of you to work better, both together & individually)

david would say, completely fake, "i'm happy for you. hey, uh can you come show me how to do this thing on final cut?" you'd be reluctant as he pulls you into his room.

"so, uh," he'd clear his throat, "what's this guy's name?"

"um. david." you shifted in your seat on his bed. he was standing in front of you, slowly pacing.

"what?"

"no, like. his name is david." his eyes would widen. instantly, he hears you moaning his name. that was supposed to be reserved for him. he doesn't tell you that, though.

"oh. why didn't you tell me anything? like, that's what we agreed on. i would've liked that more than just you leaving me in the dark. it's not that hard. also, of all places, why my fucking house?"

"david. don't get pissed-"

"i am pissed."

"why? did you have feelings for me or something?"

"no, you know i didn't, i just- it feels like it was a waste of time."

"why?"

"are you and this dude official?"

"not yet."

"so i could still fuck you?"

"davey, baby-" at this point, it was an argument. albeit, a whispered one.

"you don't get to do that! i can-"

"why are you so upset?"

"because i know everything about your body. you will never find anyone who can make you cum as hard as i can. it goes both ways. i've fucked a few girls since you, but none of them fuck the way you do."

"so what am i supposed to do, dave? not find love because you know how to make me cum better than anyone?" he went quiet. a few moments passed.

"he's a real asswipe."

"you don't even know him!"

“well, he exudes it, okay?”

"you're an asswipe, too, you know?"

"maybe. an asswipe who knows how to fuck."

"i don't know what you want me to do, dave."

"tell him to go home, i'll send jason home, tell natalie to go out all night, and i will fuck the living daylights out of you." you groaned and put a hand over your face. you were getting a headache. you knew you didn't have to do it. he knew it too. but he stared all wide, like a deer in headlights, meeting your eyes for the second time that night.

at that moment, jason would walk in the bedroom door, asking what's taking so long. the other david would follow him, leaning in the door frame. david was right, that's a really asswipey move in a house that's not your own, especially in a room that's not your own.

you smiled sweetly, "david, i'm gonna have to stay here. sorry. it's work. he's having a few issues. i need to help him so his vlog can go up on time. i'll see you later. you can see yourself out."

your david beamed.

#⁉️ #anon #submission #david dobrik smut #david dobrik blurb #perfect #this is utter perfection

[sometimesimawriter]

The Day He Died (pt 2)

--> the last one got cut off bc we love 100 paragraphs limit so we'll just continue off where we left off.

"My father- is he okay? Where is he?"

Grace's smile faded. Sympathy etched her eyes.

"Your father did not make it, but you protected your friend."

Emotion swelled up and a sob escaped from your mouth. It was ugly and loud and you clamped a hand over your mouth as tears poured from your eyes.

Grace rubbed a hand over your arm, trying to sooth you.

It was later in the afternoon that you heard a knock on your door. You had been crying for hours, but it finally felt like there were no more tears left in your body.

The door slowly opened and the timid boy, Ben, from the party peeked in.

He wasn't wearing his mask, but when he entered the room you could see he was still wearing the uniform.

"Hey... I just wanted to check on you.." His voice was almost like a whisper. He stood awkwardly next to the door, his hands held behind his back.

He looked around the room, his nervousness nearly palpable.

"I, uh, brought you something?"

You looked up at him and gently smiled. After all, your whole childhood was meant to be the perfect little girl your parents had raised you to be. If someone felt uncomfortable around you, you were doing something wrong. So, you invited him to sit on the bed with you.

He perched nervously on the edge of the mattress and held out a store bag to you.

"Oh, you didn't have to, Ben."

He raised his eyebrows. "You remember my name?"

"Of course I do."

He seemed touched by this. You assumed he must've been neglected as a child. Living with four other kids could do that.

You grabbed the bag and opened it. You picked up a small white box, and inside the box was a silver chain with a small blue pendant hanging from it.

"It's beautiful."

He gave you a weak smile, but he seemed happy by your gratitude.

You both sat in silence for a bit, but a question pressed at you.

"What happened? At the party."

He scratched the back of his neck.

"Ben..?

He glanced over at you, and then the door. Finally he spoke up.

"Some guys with guns came in. They shot the Vice President. And you."

"What happened after that?"

He cleared his throat and shifted on the bed.

"My brothers and sister and I, we fought them off." He looked over at you, then down at your stomach, where the blankets hid the bandages that were probably still soaked in blood.

"You killed someone."

Your face felt like someone threw cold water on it.

"I- what?"

"You killed someone. He stood over you and you just stared at him and- I don't know how to describe it. The blood on the floor- it moved towards you, like-like a vacuum was sucking it back towards you. And then he just started shaking, then he got a nose bleed and fell down." He spoke frantically.

What did you do? You put your head in your hands.

"I- I killed someone? I'm a monster..."

Ben's hands grabbed yours and suddenly he was staring intensely at you.

"No. You are nothing of the sort. You defended yourself."

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N. You are awake."

Ben jumped off the bed and stood at attention, like a soldier would. Sir Hargreeves walked into the room. His shoes clicked off the floor and his back stood very straight.

Everything about him freaked you out.

"Hello Sir Hargreeves." You kept the sentence very curt. You wanted him to leave.

"I hope Grace and Ben have attended to you dutifully. A politician's daughter deserves the best."

The mention of your father sent a pang of pain through your nerves, enticing tears to creep into your eyes, but you held it together.

"Due to the unfortunate events of last evening, you have been enrolled in the Umbrella Academy. When you are healed, you will begin training at once. Breakfast is at 8 a.m. Studies are from 9 o'clock to 3 o'clock. You may observe my other children's training at 4 o'clock. Dinner is at 7 p.m. You will find your uniforms in the closet. Rest well now."

Hargreeves turned his back to you and began to walk out of the room.

"Wait!" You called out to him.

He turned on his heel and he looked annoyed.

'My mother, what happened to her?"

He smirked a bit. "She felt that you would be better suited at the Academy and has found herself unable to attend to a child."

He walked out without another word.

That was the day you began to feel hate. Hate for Reginald. Hate for your mother. Hate for yourself.

Now, over a decade later, you returned to the house you despised, to celebrate the death of the man you despised. You were Number 8. You could control blood. And you were ecstatic that Reginald's blood no longer flowed.

The reunion was bittersweet. You all sat around the kitchen table, listening to each other's stories. Allison became a pop star with a decaying marriage, but reading about her in the magazines always interested you. Oh how her reality seemed like a dream. Probably because it was. You hadn't spoken to Luther since you left the house. Apparently he went to the moon- which he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Poor Daddy's Boy was perturbed by Reginald's death. It was probably wise he didn't know you were happy about it. He seemed all too excited to blame one of his siblings for the death. Diego wore this leather superhero costume. You observed him. You guessed growing up a superhero didn't easily wash away from someone. The whole vigilante thing did scare you, as Diego's safety was always a concern for you. Giving knives to a small child wasn't a smart idea of Reginald's, so that seemed to have some lasting effects to Diego's recklessness. Klaus's drug addiction took over his life. You watched him stumble into the house, obviously high, and a hospital bracelet circled his wrist. He looked tired, his eyes dark and sunken, yet his energetic self drew attention away from his own mess. It was probably for the best that he wasn't in a state to contact Reginald. Vanya was the last to show up. Growing up, she was always very quiet and pushed to the side. She still acted like that, like a victim. You tried being friends with her as a kid, but she always seemed intimidated by you, maybe even jealous. Being a politicians daughter though, you learned not to bother yourself with people who were not constantly in the lime light, and so, you never had a relationship with Vanya. You quietly watched the messed up kids you grew up with sit around the lounge. You kept separate. You never felt like you fit in, not the way Vanya did, but because you didn't want to. They all accepted the life they were drawn into by Reginald, but you despised it. This wasn't your life, and it never would be.

You grew up to become a politician, like your father. You advocated women's rights, children's rights, and adoption rights. You traveled the world, met world leaders, and rose through the ranks rapidly.

How you did it? Well, your father raised you right, but so did Reginald.

Like the Academy, you learned how to fight, but instead of becoming a superhero, well, you became a villain. And no, you weren't the "I want to take over the world" villain, you had a goal, and you were going to accomplish that goal by any means necessary. You've drained the blood out of dictators of third world countries. You've seen the blood flow from the eyes of abusive parents. You've had political dinners end with corrupt politicians, face down in their soup with blood dripping from the table cloths to stop all out nuclear war. You were the best of the best. And yes, you were technically a bad guy, but you were damn good at it.

And that's how Reginald died.

It was two days ago, you were in the city in which your step-"father" lived, and you wanted to visit Grace, the robotic woman who was more motherly than your own mother. You had walked through the mahogany double doors and were greeted by Grace's warm embrace.

"Sir Reginald isn't in right now, but please stay for tea or coffee or whatever you like." She had patted your head and led you into the kitchen. She learned when you first joined the family that you had no intention of calling Reginald your father, and she respected that, which made you love her more.

She had made you tea and sat with you, listening to the March rain patter against the windows. Her presence relaxed you and made you forget about the bloody lifestyle you lived. After some light conversation about your job, Allison's front page scandals, and whatever small talk you could think of, you eventually found yourself wandering the house.

You then found yourself staring at the doors of Reginald's study. The doors were shut and the room itself emanated pure coldness that bit through the normal warmth of the rest of the house.

For some reason, you were compelled to go inside. You gently brushed your fingers against the old books on the bookshelves. The smell of the room was like a library, but Reginald's cologne choked through the papery smell of the books- really any trace of him made you angry.

You looked at his desk and noticed an open book with his large scrawling script etched onto the pages. You gently picked up the book and turned to the cover. Pressed into the leathery black cover was 00.06 in small golden numbers.

Ben...

Why would Reginald review his notes on Ben? He had been dead for years now. The memory of the accident burned your eyes and your vision became blurred. Sucking in a breath and telling yourself to be a big girl, you flipped back to the page Reginald had left off on.

The page was dated that day, but as you read on, more and more hatred for Reginald brewed.

"Number 6 held some of the best potential, the monsters beneath his skin held power that he could have unlocked if he accepted who he was, alas, he rejected himself. He became useless to me, but he also had a natural born gift: persuasion. That's why I did what I did, his ghost would unlock the abilities of my next best potential: Number Four. He possesses abilities that he shuns with his drug abuse, and I believe Number Six's ghost will persuade him to delve into his true potential."

You heard the study doors open and looked up. Your eyes locked with Reginald's. You expected him to be furious, but he calmly walked in and stood across from you on the other side of the desk.

"Number Eight-"

"Its Y/N."

His lips thinned in annoyance, but he continued.

"Y/N... You understand why I did what I did."

Pure hatred for him swelled up within you.

"No, I don't. You had no reason to-"

He stopped you with a wave of his hand.

"You understand because you have become me."

"Excuse me?"

Reginald walked around the desk, cornering you. You tried to back up, but the back of your knees knocked into his chair, throwing off your balance and nearly pushing you down into the seat. Reginald stared down at you, his expression bland, yet his eyes cold and grim.

"You kill to get what you need done. I had Number Six killed because I needed my other children to thrive. He stood in the way of progress, but now his death can benefit the Academy, rather than be detrimental to the group's overall health." He paused a bit, letting the words crash over you. "All those orphaned children and abused women that you protect? Their rights and liberty are soaked in the blood you spill."

You felt the tears climb up your throat. You pushed the emotions aside, not letting Reginald see how his words had affected you.

Without another sentence, you pushed past him and out of the study. You ran out of that horrid house, and the rain outside mixed into your sobs as you ran down the sidewalk.

It was later that evening, and you sat in your hotel room. The same grief you felt when Ben had first died hovered over you, but you decided that instead of reaching out to your siblings about your revelation, it was easier to drown your sorrows with a bottle of whiskey. The sting of the liquor distracted you from how your throat scratched from sobbing for hours.

You sat up from bed and replayed that evening for the millionth time in your head. All you could focus on was the lack of emotion on Reginald's face- how Ben's death was nothing more than a ploy, an experiment, a plan- whatever you want to call it. You hated this man. Hated him so much. He killed the one person who showed you true, human kindness in that wretched house.

You looked up into a mirror that faced the bed. You looked like a mess, with your business suit wrinkled and hair disheveled and mascara runny. What you really focused on was the redness in your face; the red tip of your nose, the puffiness of your eyes, your overly heated cheeks, and your bloodshot eyes. The red- a color that represents love, lust, and your favorite matter- blood. You wanted to see that red drained from Reginald's body, just like it drained from your father and all those you introduced to an early and awful death.

And that's exactly what you did.

Late in the night, you crept back into that house. Well, more stumbled in your drunken state. You climbed the old stairs, past Grace who was recharging- which meant she was offline- perfect. Pogo was no where to be found, probably asleep in whatever cage your horrid step-"father" kept him in.

Then, you slowly opened the doors to Reginald's room. A single lamp was on and he sat at a desk in his room, reading some book.

His back was to you and in all his glorious ass-holiness, he muttered, "Grace, I am busy."

You swallowed, preparing you to finish the deed that had brought you here.

"Too bad I'm not Grace."

Reginald's head whipped around, his monocle nearly falling from his face.

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