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dior-and-dietcoke · 1 year

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" BONTENS WHORE "

MIKEY, SANZU, KAKUCHO, TAKEOMI,RINDOU, RAN, KOKO

18+, DUBCON, bondage, sex toys, double fingering, fingersucking, degradation, exhibition, slapping, marking, MDNI

You suddenly woke up in a familiar place, but definitely not the place where you fell asleep. Your sight was blurry, it was cold..so fucking cold. and you couldn't feel your limbs, you blinked your eyes three times and saw a little more clear, you saw that your thighs are bound tight in a thick rope. "H-huh..?"

you mumbled still really groggy "you finally fuckin' woke up, damn!" a familiar voice complained. You immediately realized what was happening right now..you are being punished for your little fuck up last night. "We almost thought you were dead" another familiar voice ringed in your ears. You were supposed to seduce another gang leader, but you ended up beating him to death for talking shit about Mikey

The problem about that was that Mikey wanted to make out a deal with said gang leader. Your head shot up to see all of bonten, even the less important people that you didn't know. "Surely you know what's happening right now '' Kakucho stood up from one of the crates where bonten stored their weapons. You slowly nodded looking up at the man that was in front of you. As you looked up, you noticed your arms were tied up to a wooden pillar with the same type of rope that was around both of your thighs.

And as your mind started to clear up, you realized why it was so cold, not just because you are in a basement in the middle of winter. no, you were just in the underwear that you fell asleep in, and the worst part..fear should be kicking in. But the ropes are just the right amount of tight, and the burn in your arms was the cherry on top. You already felt your clit throb, this is so embarrassing.

You just hoped that no one noticed the blush that painted your face and the tears that started to well up in your eyes from the humiliation. You looked down to not let them see your lewd face, making them think that you just regret your Lil fuck up and are ashamed. "Answer." Kaku spoke up like a strict dad when you didn't answer. "Y-yes. I know.." your thighs tried to push against each other but the ropes just felt tighter when you fought against them, you accidentally let a little whimper fall from your lipgloss-stained lips. You just hoped to fucking god that they didn't hear your disgusting and lewd weep, but they did.

The haitani's and sanzu tried to write it off as a small cry, but takeomi, Koko, and kakucho just thought they didn't hear you right. But one thing all of the people in the basement could agree on was that you looked way too erotic for your own good. The way your tits fought against the restraints was so tempting. It made rin and ran especially horny. They are crazy into bondage.

And obviously, everyone in this room wanted to fuck the vixen of bonten at some point maybe even every time they just think about you, but the executives seemed to want to fuck you the most, they always tried to make a move on you but you never understood their shitty pick-up lines. You heard someone walk towards you, and you already knew who it was. His energy gave it away.

"Look up." Mikey demanded. The others didn't really care that you didn't look up at them, but it started to infuriate sanzu when Mikey started talking to you, and you still didn't look up. "You fuckin' dare to refuse to listen to your boss's orders not once but fucking twice?!" Sanzu stomped over to you "who the fuck do you think you are? You're just bonten's little who-"

his hand gripped your hair to make you look at Mikey, but he wasn't prepared for that erotic expression on your face. No one really was. Even Mikey's eyes widened a bit. "H-huh?" Koko stumbled over his words, and your face was so priceless. You had little tears in your eyes and drool dripping from your lips. They just waited for Mikey to say something because god knows they didn't know what the fuck to say. But suddenly Mikey crouched down to grip your pretty face "you like being tied up don't you?.."

his dead fish-like eyes stared into your shiny ones. "n-no!" Rindou and ran's cocks were Rock hard when they were told by Mikey to tie you up but now they were throbbing. seeing you fight more against the restraints on your body will leave pretty marks after this. but it got even worse after Mikey abruptly slapped you and you just...moaned? "Wha.." Koko started and felt his cock harden at that erotic moan. But he wasn't the only one, oh no-no. Every one of them was Rock hard and ready to just rip your panties off and mess that pretty cunt up.

Kakucho looked at Mikey and then back at you, completely confused if what he just heard was his imagination, but by the looks of his co-workers... He wasn't imagining it. Mikey's eyes were shot wide open, looking at your tear, glistening eyes filled with so much Hunger for more that he just had to give you what you were asking for. "Aahh!~" so he slapped you once again, eyes still shot wide open like a deer in headlights, wanting to see every single reaction from you.

"F-fuck.." takeomi mumbled under his breath and thanked God for his long and big coat that Covers his raging erection. The brothers had to fight the strong urge to just have their way with you, but they knew that they would be killed on the spot if they did that. So they just bit their lips till they would be bruised and rindou gripped the metal cart in front of him.

"You're just a cheap whore..ain't that right?" Mikey just glared at you, his cold glare made your pussy throb and clench. Mikey moved his dead, dark blue orbs to sanzu allowing him to tilt your head back by your hair and making you choke on another cute moan of yours before Haru shoved his gun into your mouth. And if you weren't wet before, you sure are flooding now. Sanzu was just as excited as you are though, his cock was aching just to be touched by you..

he was just better at hiding it. Well.if you ignore the pretty pink coloring his pretty features, the sweat coating his temples and forehead, and the obvious bulge in his tight, lilac dress pants. Mikey stood up, looking down at you. "Since you have a hard time taking orders.." his hand went to the rope that held your upper body up and squeezed your tits so perfectly. He pulled it, making you let out another angelic mewl. "They are going to teach you a lesson now..you hear me?"

You hesitated for just a second and Mikey already smacked you again "you fucking answer when I ask you something." His dark eyes stared deep into the depths of your tar Black soul, Mikey's gaze always Made you feel something and now you finally knew what that Feeling was, you weren't scared, you were hopelessly horny for evil and powerful men. Mikey turned around walking in the direction of some crates to sit on and looked at his men before mumbling "go have fun with her." None of the men even dared to hesitate walking over to your pretty, quivering form. Sanzu stared down into your eyes before watching little tears drip down your hot cheeks, he licked his teeth and took his gun out of your mouth with some of your saliva still dripping from his gun. "Messy whore.." he chuckled, pulling your hair tighter. All of a sudden you felt someone run their fingers over your hard nipple "nghh!" You looked down and to your surprise, it was kakucho. He always seemed so sweet and innocent to you..well..as innocent as can be as a Gangster.

"Slut.." he whispered before he ripped your bra completely off and stared at your tits for just a few seconds before he continued to take your pillowy tits in his big and cold hands, sweet Kaku groaned when he started to Massage them

"a-aah! P-please-" your begs made takes cock twitch and leak more of its transparent fluids into his pants. But his eyes stayed stoic and serious even though his face was a flushed pink. Koko got on the other side of you and squished both of your cheeks together and he then placed his thumb on your bottom lip. "You probably know what to do with that filthy mouth of yours, right?" A wicked grin formed on his features as you started suckling on his thumb. "Fuck, you really are a slut" sanzu groaned gripping your hair tighter. Your pussy throbbed when you saw Koko's and sanzu's bulges next to your face, it was all too much for you when Kaku licked your nipple and proceeded to suck on them as if he was trying to get milk out of them. The brothers got behind you and suddenly their pretty, vein decorated hands ran up and down your thighs, as they whispered dirty stuff they wanna do to you in your ear

"gonna Split that pretty pussy open on my cock, ya would like that, hm?" Rindou breathed against your ear in his sexy husky voice. "Gonna spread you out and torture that greedy pussy all night..maybe well even keep those pretty ropes around your body..so you ran run from it~" Ran whispered against your neck before biting down on it "a-ahh- n-no more! Mhh!" Your whines turned them on even more, so protesting against their touches was useless. The brothers chuckled at your pathetic attempt to escape their intoxicating touches and scents. They ran their hands down your inner thigh and snapped your panties off with their switchblades making you yelp out loud and moan even louder when you felt both of the brother's fingers tease different parts of your pussy. Rin was playing with your throbbing clit and ran was running his index finger up and down your leaking slit.

"So fucking wet…" he chuckled and licked his lips. Those three words were enough to make the men go crazy. Kakucho all of a sudden bit down on your nipple, Koko shoved his middle and Index finger down your throat and rin slid his finger from your clit to your hole "fuck..she's fucking dripping.." rindou groaned against your ear and bit the shell. "AHH! N-NO!" you moaned

but in reality, you loved it. You wanted more, you loved the way their touches felt so needy and how Mikey and takeomi just watched his their cocks obviously rock hard. "Your pussy's tellin' us somethin' different, sweetheart~" Ran purred with mockery laced in his tone, even they knew that you loved it. Sanzu ran his gun from your cheek to your clit, crouching down with the haitani's. "Look at me." He ordered, and you didn't even think about disobeying him so you gulped and looked into his sky blue eyes through his snow-white lashes

"you know that the gun is loaded right, bitch?" He grinned, biting his bottom lip at your terrified but absolutely horny expression. While you were busy getting lost in the overwhelming feelings the haitani's shoved their fingers inside you at the same time. "MNHH!" you cried around Koko's slender fingers. They didn't even let you adjust before finger fucking you at different speeds "tight fucking pussy..thought it was already loose by how much cock you take on a daily Basis." Rindou spat, biting down hard on your neck leading to you whining even more on Koko's fingers fucking your throat. Sanzu smacked his gun against your clit and the haitani's felt your pussy clench on their Fingers,

they bit their lips once again to not moan at the tightness of your pussy. Mikey saw as your eyes rolled back into your head and your pussy dripped more fluids onto the floor, creating a little pool of your slick "get away from her." He suddenly spoke up and the men got away from your trembling body and watched tears flood down your cheeks and listen to your delicious whines for more as you lost the orgasm that has been building up for the past hour. Mikey stepped forward, standing in front of you again "look up." He demanded. You lifted your head and looked up at the silver-haired man standing in front of you. Mikey could have gasped at how pretty fucked up you already looked but he knew better than letting you know how bad he wanted to fuck you. Mikey Held his hand open and some men you haven't noticed were there before gave him a pink and rubbery looking thing.

"I found this in your room." It was your vibrator! Your eyes widened in shock and felt even more embarrassed that Mikey and the other men knew that you play with yourself. Mikey leaned down, spread your pussy lips, and shoved the toy agonizingly slow inside of you.

"You're gonna learn to obey me." He rasped before turning the toy on to the highest setting. Your angelic yet pornographic moans and cried immediately invaded the men's ears. Mikey looked back at all the men and motioned for them to come back to you. They all stood in a circle around you, and without any warning, Mikey pulled his sweatpants down just enough for his dick to jump out and slap you in the face. His slim hand took a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back so your lips were on his leaking tip. "Suck it and I'll think about letting you cum." The pressure you felt in your abdomen was getting harder and harder to ignore. It just hurt so much that you were always so close but it was never close enough for you to reach your high.

And frankly Mikey's cock looked way too good and tasty to pass up. You licked up from his heavy balls up to his tip to then suck the salty precum that was leaking from his slit, god he tasted good, the Feeling of Mikey's cock in your mouth made the Feeling in your cunt only worse but you couldn't stop yourself, you had such bad self-control. Mikey looked down at you with his white hair coating his light pink cheeks. You suddenly heard groans from beside and behind you, they were fisting their cocks to the sight of you sucking someone else's cock, their boss's cock at that. They looked so needy watching your every move as sweat dripped from their faces. Mikey, without any warnings, shoved his cock down your throat and then proceeded to fuck it with some pretty groans escaping his lips.

"Mnggh!" You moaned around his cock, almost triggering his Release. But he pulled out before he could cum down your throat and came all over your pretty face instead. The other men didn't last long either. They All spurted their cum in thick white and sticky ropes on your body, you coughed and looked up at Mikey with doe eyes, practically begging him to let you cum.

He pulled his pants up as the other men did the same, and he started to walk to the exit door. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet..you'll stay here till tomorrow morning." His cruel words hurt but not as bad as the ache in your pussy that was begging for Release. The other men followed but the haitani's stayed for a second behind to kiss your cheek "see ya tomorrow morning', dolly."

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romantichomicide95 · 8 months

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☾ megumi fushiguro

prompt 67- “do you mind if I stay here tonight?”

notes: anon request. mutual pining, super soft and fluffy. i accidentally did this prompt twice but 🤷🏽‍♀️ i like this one better.

word count: 1.6k

It was past curfew and the school grounds were enveloped in an eerie silence. The summer moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the landscape. You found yourself wandering the grounds, your mind pre-occupied with too many things, unable to sleep. As you turn a corner, you unexpectedly collide with someone, stumbling back slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," a familiar voice apologizes, and you look up to meet the concerned gaze of Megumi Fushiguro. His sapphire eyes shine in the dim light as he offers you a small, sheepish smile. "Are you okay?"

You nod, offering a shy smile in return. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wasn't paying attention." You look down to the ground, what were the chances? Running into the very person who’d been on your mind.

Megumi's eyes linger on you for a moment, almost as if he's trying to read your thoughts. "Are you out here alone?"

You nod again, running a hand through your hair. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I like to take walks sometimes, clears my head." You shuffle awkwardly on your feet. It wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable with Megumi, but running into him, in the dead of night, wearing nothing but your maybe too short pajama shorts was certainly causing a shyness to take over. Especially with the feelings that had been growing for him these past few months.

Megumi shifts slightly, you’re to focused on how pretty his features are in the moonlight to notice his gaze trail along your body. He shifts again awkwardly, hoping you didn’t catch him before he speaks, his voice low. “Yeah. I uh- understand that feeling. Sometimes it's just... too much, you know?" he confesses.

“Yeah.” you say sitting on a nearby bench, “Exactly…sometimes the pressure just gets to me and then I don’t sleep. Is that uhm- is that how you feel too?”

“Yeah. Being a sorcerer isn’t easy.” Megumi says, still standing. It was nice, knowing he understands the weight of it all. The other made it look so easy, like doing what you all did was a piece of cake. But not Megumi, he somehow always made you feel like you weren’t alone, even without words. You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of comfort.

"Yeah, being a sorcerer definitely has its challenges," you say. "It can be overwhelming at times, trying to balance everything and keep up with the expectations. It’s honestly nice to know someone else feels it too."

Megumi nods. "You're definitely not alone. So uh- don’t ever feel like you are. I understand how you feel.”

“Thanks Megumi. I appreciate that more than you know.” You say giving him a smile. Seeing you smile makes him smile and he doesn’t even realize it. Something about your smile was always infectious to him, he didn’t quite know why. “I should probably head back though,” you continue, “it was nice talking to you though. Really nice.”

Without hesitation, Megumi offers his hand, helping you off the bench. "I can walk you back to your room…if you want." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

“I would really like that.” You say. As you begin to walk back to the dorms, the rhythmic sound of both your footsteps fills the air. You’re walking close to each other, your hands very slightly grazing each other as you walk. You’re not sure if Megumi notices, but every time your fingers graze each others your heartbeat gets louder and louder. The touch sending electricity through your body.

When you finally reach your door, you come to a stop. You can't help but feel a sense of reluctance, not wanting this moment to end. It becomes apparent that Megumi feels the same as he clears his throat, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"Do you mind if I stay here tonight?" he asks, his voice sounding almost shy. "Just until you fall asleep. I don't really want to be alone.”

Your heart skips a beat at his request, and as much as you want to reply with an enthusiastic 'yes', you can't help but let your own insecurities surface. Did he want to spend more time with you? Or did he think he was just being kind. You do your best to shake those thoughts out of your head.

"Of course, Megumi," you say softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "You can stay as long as you want."

Megumi's eyes widened, his breath catching momentarily. “Uh. Thanks.” He said, as you make your way inside your room.

A genuine smile touched your lips as you closed the door behind him. "Yeah of course. We can stay up and talk if you'd like, or I mean whatever you want to do."

Megumi nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Talking would be nice." Megumi hesitates for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly. "If that’s okay…I don't want to intrude or make you uncomfortable."

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'd actually really appreciate your company tonight, Megumi. It would be nice to have someone to talk to and help me calm my mind."

You both settle onto your bed, facing each other. For a while, the two of you engage in light conversation, discussing various random topics and exchanging stories. Megumi's genuine interest in what you have to say makes the feelings you have seem to grow in that instant. When you run out of things to talk about you suggest a movie, not really wanting the night to end.

“Yeah. I’m cool to watch a movie. “ He says, and you put a random movie on netflix. You get comfortable, sitting side by side in your bed in silence, and although you feel your eyes get heavy you don’t care. Because this is the happiest you think you’ve been in a long long time.

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You wake up, surprised to find yourself nestled against Megumi's side, your head resting on his chest. You realize what happened last night, the talking, the movie, and then you both must have accidentally fallen asleep. You look up to see Megumi’s eyes still closed, you can feel the slow rise and fall of his chest and realize he must still be sleeping.

You don’t really want to move, your heart is racing but you can’t help but feel comfortable laying in his arms like this. They are wrapped around you, and as he stirs slightly, they tighten even more instinctively. You want to stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms. He looked so peaceful, you couldn’t help but stare.

He suddenly opens his eyes, his gaze meeting yours. It takes him a minute to realize the position you’re in, for a second he just stays like that. His eyes heavily lidded, breathe slow. He’s comfortable too, having you in his arms. But the realization finally hits and he shifts awkwardly, pink hue rising to his cheeks. You sit up, looking away slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed yourself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep like that," you say softly.

Megumi's cheeks turn even redder, and he clears his throat. "No, it's okay. I guess we were both tired." He rubs the back of his neck, looking a bit flustered.

You give a small smile, trying to ease the tension. “Yeah. I uhm, it was a long night. I’m sorry if I like…made you uncomfortable by falling asleep on you like that."

He looks hesitant for a moment before he speaks. "No, it wasn't uncomfortable...It was uhm…it was nice." His voice is barely above a whisper when he says the last part, but you catch his words.

You feel a rush of warmth at Megumi's words, and you can't help but smile.A surge of courage takes over you, and you place a hand on his. He looks down, his blush deepening but he doesn’t attempt to move it. "Megumi, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you say, your voice shaky and filled nerves. "I...I really like you.I have for like awhile, and last night was…it was really nice."

Megumi's eyes widen, surprise replacing the embarrassed expression on his face. "You...you like me too?"

“Too?” you question, taken aback. “Wait…you like me?”

"Yeah I feel the same way. I've been trying to find the right time to tell you, but I was afraid you didn't feel the same." He says squeezing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “I’m uh- I’m glad you do though.” his eyes meet yours, and his gaze falls to your lips.

You can sense the nervousness and anticipation in the air as your eyes meet Megumi's, his gaze still fixed on your lips. Part of you wants to close the gap between you, to let your lips meet, something you’d been thinking about since you first laid eyes on him. But another part hesitates, aware of the awkwardness you feel.

But, your feelings take over, and you decide to take a small step forward. You lean in slowly, giving him the okay. He finally goes in and your lips meet, you can feel both of you holding back, unsure of how to navigate this. There's a mixture of innocence and longing in the way you kiss, evidence that you’d both been wanting this for so long.

Megumi’s hand cradles your cheek as the kiss grows more passionate, and comfortable, you can feel the electricity tingling through your body. Time seems to stand still as you lose yourselves in the sweetness of the moment.

After what feels like an eternity, you both slowly pull away, breathless but with smiles on your faces. Your foreheads rest against each other as you catch your breath.

"That was... nice," you say, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Yeah..." Megumi breathes, his voice soft. "It was... really nice."

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h-harleybaby · 10 months

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basketball player kyle and cheerleader reader … 😨😨😨

I hate you for rigging it Dino 🖕🖕

Next time I’m not adding Kyle to any polls. I despise you, YOU FUCKINF BLOODHOUND (affectionate… somewhat)

Basketball player!Kyle x cheerleader!reader

• You probably got in cheerleading for him for the most part Tbh, not that Kyle knows. He keeps convincing himself it was to make your college application look good

• He definitely tries a lot harder when you’re there, I mean you and your team are doing all this for his team, might as well win right?

• Not to mention he feels like he has to be the best in everything he does. But honestly that more applies to academics

• Hot take, despite being built like basketball player he’s honestly not that good

• That man is a tall twig looking NERD with glasses and everything. He definitely tries though, and that counts doesn’t it?

• It takes Kyle a while to actually be good at playing because I don’t care what you hoes say, that man works!! He’s not just naturally good at everything he has FLAWS

• He put so much effort into it and it’s like, good for him!! Even if he did wanna give up a lot because he wasn’t immediately perfect at it

• You’re definitely thirsting over Kyle the entire game, and probably cheering extra loud for him

• I wouldn’t be surprised if he wore his glasses on the court and got distracted by you cheering for him one day, and accidentally broke his glasses

• Lesson learned, wear contacts 🙄

• Anyways, you’re totally simping over the sweaty nerd boy running on the court desperately trying to impress you. Spoiler alert, he does not. Somehow he wins your heart anyways?

• If you ask nicely, he’ll let you wear the varsity jacket he has for basketball because he honestly can’t really say no to you

• He’s honestly proud but horrendously embarrassed as you flaunt around his jacket

• I’m half sure it’s canon he’s a huge germaphobe and he’d rather get beat up by Cartman than give you his jersey right after a game, even if you beg

• He probably washes it at least twice before he even lets you touch it. He may be a very logical guy, but the germaphobe in him is stronger than any logic he has

• He’s somehow convinced that you would get sick if you wore his sweaty jersey, which honestly feels like nonsense but there’s just no reasoning with the guy when he’s being a germaphobe

• I feel like Kyle goes to the gym a lot, especially during off season and you probably end up tagging along

• Sometimes you exercise with him, sometimes you choose some random bench to fall asleep on because we all know he’d go to the gym at 5 in the morning

• He’s always trying to get you to play basketball too but sweetie, it really just ain’t in the cards. Mainly because you’re joking around and not really trying

• Internally, Kyle goes feral when he sees you in your cheer uniform. Well not JUST internally, def after his games too

I swear I wasn’t trying to insult him guys 😭😭

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borathae · 1 year

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“Separated because of a business trip and yearning terribly for him, you call your husband in the middle of the night for a glimpse of his voice. The call was supposed to be innocent, but soon you find yourself yearning for more than just conversation. Unbeknowst to you, Yoongi is a natural in phone sex and more than willing to show it off.”

~ Requested by anonie ~

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: Domish!Yoongi, needy!Reader, phone sex, nudes, dirty talk, voice kink, mutual masturbation, the rest of the list will be kinks he'll describe to her, a sex dream, waking her up with oral, breast worshipping, body worshipping, oral (f.receiving), his hands roaming her body, vaginal fingering, praising, the aftercare is so fluffy & cute

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: okay but like this Yoongi did it to me so hard omfg 🥴 I hope I delivered anonie heheh enjoy 🖤

You and your husband were having a first tonight. You have been married for seven years, dated for three and lived together for nine of those years and during all this time, the longest the two of you were separated have been two days. Two days and three nights and not one second longer.

This however has changed as of last week when you had to leave on an once in a lifetime business trip down to the coast.

Your company was extending its business and therefore sent you to help with setting everything up. They promised you that it would be the first and only business trip you had to take and that they chose you because you were so competent in your job. Now, don’t misunderstand the situation, you were very grateful for the opportunity and felt very honoured about the trust they put into you, but you miss your husband.

Being so far away from him in a lonely hotel room means that you and your husband have to sleep in separate beds in different cities for six whole nights. And it’s driving you nuts because you realised that falling asleep without Yoongi next to you is almost impossible.

You need his cute booty snuggled into your crotch and his waist cradled in your arms and his tiny baby hair tickling your nose and his sweet scent and the little noises he makes when he dreams. But you don’t have any of those things. Just his t-shirt stuck over a pillow and the memory of how warm he is.

You sigh dramatically and reach for your phone. It’s midnight already. For just a second you stare longingly at the picture of his smiling face you have as your lock screen, then you unlock your phone and go straight to his contact.

You have to call him. You can’t sleep and his voice is the only remedy for it. You know that he'll still be awake, so you aren’t scared to accidentally wake him.

Calling Sugarbutt ♡

The phone lets you know by ringing twice.

“Hey honey”, Yoongi picks up.

“Hey honey, how are you?”

“I miss you like crazy, but other than that I'm fine. You?"

“I miss you too, so much”, you huff out air, “Yoongi, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Me neither.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm yeah, it’s not the same when you don’t hold me.”

“Yeah totally. God Yoongi, I miss your butt”, you whine, making him chuckle.

“Am I only my butt?”

“Yeah”, you joke.

“Wow”, he laughs, “thanks.”

“No, I was just kidding”, you giggle sweetly, “you’re more than just your butt. I miss you and your scent and your cuddles.”

“Me too”, he says and sighs sadly, “I wanted to call you too, but then I figured that you were probably asleep already. Did you have lots of work today?”

“Yes, quite a lot. I had to talk to so many people and all the conversations were so important. I seriously felt as if I would mess up and ruin the company.”

Yoongi chuckles, “I’m sure you managed to do very well at the end.”

“Of course I did, but still it was scary.”

“Mhm, I can imagine. You’re so hardworking, my honey”, he says, making your heart flutter in your chest.

“Thankies”, you say, wiggling your toes happily, “what did you do today? Did you do pilates like you wanted to?”

The kindergartens and schools are currently on break, which means Yoongi is spending his days as your cute househusband. He planned on having a very tight schedule of his favourite part time activities and new hobbies to pass the time . Today he wanted to try out a pilates class.

“No, I deep cleaned the house and then was so exhausted that I just laid around and watched telly”, he says, making you chuckle. He chuckles as well, “but I did stretches and I can touch my ankles now when I bend down.”

“Woow honey, that’s impressive”, you gasp.

“Yeah right?” he agrees, sounding cocky.

“You have to show me once I’m home.”

“Of course”, he says, nodding his head even if you can’t see him, “did you eat well today?” he asks.

“I did, I had Naengmyeon. You?”

“Wah, my favourite. I’m so jealous”, he whines, “I grilled some beef and ate it with rice and the leftover kimchi from your mum.”

“Mhhm that sounds yummy too.”

“Yeah, it was good.”

“That’s nice to hear”, you say, kicking your feet. You love talking to him. “Yoongi what are you wearing?" you ask, snickering to yourself because of the silly joke.

“What am I wearing? Mhm”, he flips on his back, “what would you do if I told you that I'm not wearing anything? I could run my hand down my body and touch myself if I wanted to.”

“Okay, what?” you feel flustered, riled up, shocked, “Yoongi! I was kidding, oh my god don’t say that.”

He chuckles. The sound is so sexy to your ears. Oh no, that means he managed to turn you on. Sneaky, hot bastard.

“You wanted to know.”

“Yeah as a joke. I was joking. That’s like the stereotypical thing couples say during phone calls. Oh my god, now I’m hot. Why would you actually give me a sexy answer?”

He laughs and yet again it sounds so sexy to you. So sexy in fact, that you find yourself rubbing your thighs together for just a moment.

“What are you wearing, honey?” he asks, using his seductive voice for it.

“You are a sneaky little flirt, Min Yoongi.”

He snickers, “why? I'm just asking.”

“Yeah, but this was supposed to be a cute phone call and now I’m horny.”

“Mhm, you’re horny?”

Oh how cocky he sounds. It’s driving you up the wall in the most fun way.

“Tzt, stop teasing me. I can’t help it when you talk about being naked and your hands doing things.”

“What if I told you that right now I’m touching my nipple?”

“Yoongi”, you gasp, feeling a tingle in your pussy.

He laughs then sighs.

“Feels really good, honey. I'm thinking of you, almost feels the same. Mhhhm.”

That tingle turns into a full on throb. Frick, you’re so horny. He is so hot.

“So we're actually doing this?” you ask him.

“If you’re down. But fuck", he groans, most definitely arching his back, “you have to decide fast, before I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Yah, we're doing this”, you say and hurry to get your pants off, “Yoongi, I just took off my pants.”

“You did. I wanna see.”

“I can send you a pic.”

“Mhm yes please”, he begs in a raspy voice.

Neither one of you talk as you take a picture. Nothing too difficult, just a picture of you spreading your thighs while your hand rests between them.

You send it to Yoongi.

“Fuck baby, so sexy”, he groans, “you drive me insane. Look.”

The phone vibrates. You almost vibrate with it in pure desperation.

You open the picture he sent you. His stomach, his happy trail and the beginning of his trimmed pubes. The sheets cover his cock and legs. His hand is resting on it, veiny and big, cupping his cock and showing off just how hard he already is.

“Oh god this is so hot”, you moan, “how are you so hard already?”

“I actually wanted to jerk off, but then you called me”, he confesses, chuckling shyly.

“I see how it is”, you snicker, zooming in on his hand, “your hand looks so sexy.”

“Imagine what I could do with it”, he says and sighs.

“Tell me, I wanna hear it from you.”

“Yeah? How about we make it more fun.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Lie down and don’t touch yourself.”

“I'm sorry, how is that more fun?”

“Trust me, I’ll make it fun.”

You sigh, “fine, I’ll lie down. I did it. So now what?”

“Close your eyes and relax”, he whispers.

“I am.”

“There we go, now listen to my voice and imagine”, he rasps.

“Okay.”

“You’re in the hotel room, alone and horny.”

“I am”, you whisper, “I'm both.”

He chuckles and continues.

“Well, now imagine I surprise you. I unlock the door and make my way to the bed. I see you lying there looking so sexy but lost in your dream.”

“So you’re with me?”

“Mh-hm.”

“How's that possible?”

“I don't know, I- honey, come on. Are the logistics really that important right now? Teleportation or something, I don’t know”, he complains in a whiney voice.

You chuckle, “okay, okay sorry. You teleported. Continue.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, “so mean”, he whispers.

“Just continue, I’m sorry”, you laugh.

“Fine okay, okay”, he whines and clears his throat to get back into character. He lowers his voice, keeping it raspy and seductive for you, “I see you sleeping. You’re lost in a dream. I know it's a wet dream because of how you are squirming.”

“What am I dreaming about?”

“Cumming on my tongue.”

Your thighs press together. You can imagine the sensation. Warm and wet.

“That's hot.”

“Mhm, yeah”, he rasps, forcing you to rub your thighs together a second time, “and you’re so, so needy and for just a moment I watch you.”

“Don't. Please. Wake me.”

“Trust me, I will. But I'll do it my way.”

“What's your way?”

“I'll start off by opening the buttons on your shirt. Just imagine it honey, my fingers are careful as they work to get you naked. And as I strip you, I places kisses on your neck. One by one, right where you are the most sensitive.”

You can feel it so well. How inch by inch he is exposing you to his eyes and how his soft lips are dancing over your neck. Yoongi listens to the shaky inhale you take and continues talking.

“I'll cup your beautiful tits and begin trailing kisses on them. You know which kisses.”

“Yeah”, you whisper, arching your back because for just a second it felt as if you had Yoongi’s pouty lips dancing over the swell of your breasts. Yoongi is always so needy in his explorations.

“I’ll be so fucking hungry for you, honey”, he purrs his words, “I won’t stop until I have your nipples wet and sensitive. Knowing you, it won’t take long but that doesn’t stop me. You are squirming so much and it’s making me so hungry for more.”

“I want to wake up”, you confess, squirming on the sheets. Your nipples are so hard under your shirt, feeling sensitive. Yoongi sucked on your nipples on so many occasions that you know exactly how it would feel to have his lips around them.

“Not yet honey, be patient”, he soothes you, “I wanna be patient with you too. Take my time feeling you up. I’ll guide my kisses from your tits to your stomach.”

You can feel them tickle you. He exhales shakily, forcing you to sigh because you could feel the sensation swirl over your skin. Your imagination is driving you insane. It feels so real.

“You’ll look so pretty that I’ll have to hold myself back from waking you forcefully”, he confesses and laughs deeply, “I’ll have such a hard time, but I’ll do it for you.”

“Yoongi please wake me up”, you beg, arching your back.

“Not yet, be patient”, he whispers sweetly.

“Honey”, you sigh, twisting the sheets. You want to touch yourself. You really do. But you hold back because getting lulled into pleasure by Yoongi’s honeyed voice feels incredible. Every single thing he describes feels so real to you. It is as if he was here with you.

“I’ll put my hands on you”, he says, forcing you to gasp. His hands are your weakness. They are always so gentle and always know how to touch you. “I’ll run them up and down your sides while my lips leave kisses on your tummy. And my grip will be strong, but not too strong. I want you to know that I’m here for you, that my hands are made to worship you.”

“They are?” you gasp out.

“Of course they are. They exist to hold you, cherish you”, he lowers his voice, “please you”, he rasps, forcing you to rub your thighs together. “And I’ll run them down to your hips and I’ll make sure that my thumb is digging into your softness.”

“Oh god, so hot”, you whimper, feeling the pressure on your hips as if he was holding you. His hands are so big and strong. They feel so good whenever he uses them to hold a part of you.

“Mhhm I know honey”, he purrs, cursing under his breath, “I’ll let my lips linger on your lower tummy, nibbling on your skin because I’m so hungry for more, but I shouldn’t.”

“You should”, you breathe, “please, you should.”

“But how could I? Mhm? You are sleeping so well and I’m on my knees so fucking greedy for your taste. It would be selfish of me to continue.”

“No it wouldn’t, please Yoongi”, you beg, bucking your hips up in search for his mouth. It doesn’t matter that he wasn’t with you. It feels as if he was. You can feel his hands on your hips and his quickened breathing swirl over your skin and all you want was his tongue between your folds.

“Mhm it wouldn’t”, he repeats, purring deeply as he thinks, “maybe I’ll have to continue then, mhm?”

“Yes please”, you beg, parting your legs.

“Look at you parting your legs”, he rasps, forcing a shiver to run through you. He knows you so well. You whimper, making him chuckle deeply, “I bet you’re dreaming so well right now. Fuck honey, my cock’s so hard because of it. All I want to do is sink into you, but I know that I shouldn’t”, he exhales shakily and continues in a deep rasp, “I’ll place my hands on your inner thighs and part your legs even more for me.”

Your legs follow automatically, parting for Yoongi.

“Then I’ll lower my lips to them. I’ll kiss your skin, suck on it, bite it gently”, he rasps, moaning softly, “you’ll be so soft and warm that I’ll have to squeeze your thighs to control myself. I hope that I won’t be too rough and my fingers will shake as I grip you. I’m just so excited”, he says, laughing breathily.

“Fuck”, you whisper, tensing your thighs.

“I’ll find my path to your pussy naturally. I can’t help it. She’s drawing me in, all I want is a taste of you.”

You feel droplets of excitement pool between your legs because of him. All you want is for him to clean it off. You are so close to getting what you crave the most.

“Look at you”, he whispers and moans, “you’re so wet.”

“I am”, you mewl, “Yoongi, I’m so wet.”

“Of course you are”, he rasps sweetly, “so wet and so beautiful. My mouth is watering instantly and my tongue is itching for a taste. I’ll look at your face again, asking myself if I’m allowed to steal you of your taste.”

“You are, please Yoongi, do it”, you beg, pussy throbbing around nothing.

“Honey”, he moans, “I won’t be able to hold back for long. You are tempting me too much.”

“Please. More.”

“I’ll kiss you.”

“Ah”, you gasp, flinching in reaction.

“Just sweet, loving kisses as my eyes are fixated on your face. You look so beautiful that I feel dizzy. I’m the luckiest man and I exist to treat you as my queen”, he says, voice trembling in pleasure, “I’ll start off at your clit and trail my kisses to your entrance. I’ll use my tongue once I reach it. That first taste always makes me go hazy.”

You moan his name, hips squirming on the sheets. His tongue is parting your folds, drawing circles on your soaked entrance. It’s so warm and wet and so, so soft. You can feel it, having to gasp for air.

“All those sweet noises you start making motivate me to continue. I’ll guide my tongue through your folds and once I’ll reach your clit, I’ll take my fingers and part your pedals for me. Gently and carefully because you deserve to be paid attention to.”

He makes you feel dizzy. You don’t know how to answer him except with little whimpers and needy mewls.

“Once you’re parted, I’ll place the tip of my tongue on your clit and I’ll trace her. I know that you’re always a little too sensitive at first, so I’ll make sure to be careful and slow.”

“I wanna wake up”, you whimper, “please, make me wake up.”

“You want to wake up”, he repeats and hums, “I guess I managed to wake you. Your hips begin squirming so I have to use my hand to pin them down.”

You force your hips into the mattress as if he was pinning you down, moaning his name. It feels so good when he uses his strength on you.

“And you’ll reach for my hair and twist it.”

You twist the sheets as if they were his hair. So soft. You tug on it, chasing his mouth in a needy roll of your hips.

“Yoongi”, you moan.

“Good morning, honey”, he purrs, making you feel as if he is saying it right against your pussy.

“Yoongi, please.”

“Your begging motivates me to continue and so I place my tongue on your clit again and begin swirling it. I know how much you love it when I draw circles with it, so I’ll do that first and I’ll caress your hip with my hand as I do.”

His touch lingers on your skin, soaking into the deepest layers of it. His fingertips are just a little bit calloused from playing the guitar, but he touches you with such tenderness that you don’t even mind. His fingernails barely leave a tickle. He always keeps them short and well cleaned. When you met him, he was still biting his nails, but he overcame that habit. He still likes to keep them short however. For you and your comfort.

“More”, you beg.

“I can feel that you are getting desperate so I’ll change it up. I’ll put the flat of my tongue on your clit and grind it against you slowly. I know that you like it when I purr as I do it, so I’ll do that”, he says and purrs deeply.

Your clit throbs in reaction, sending electricity through your veins. His voice is so deep and sultry. Whenever he moans or purrs against your pussy, you feel lightheaded in bliss.

“Oh god, feels good”, you mewl, gasping for air.

“You’re getting so wet, honey”, he rasps, “I’m getting so desperate because of it, so I’ll begin to grind into the mattress. My cock’s so sensitive that I have to grip your hip for support. I’ll try not to be too rough, but I’ll still end up marking you.”

“Yoongi, I’m dizzy”, you confess, writhing on the sheets.

“Yeah? How are you doing honey? Should I slow down again? Kiss your tummy or your thighs? You know that this is all about you. I'll do whatever you want from me” he tells you in a sweet voice.

“No, please. Please, what are you doing next?” you plead.

“Next? Mhhhm”, he exhales loudly, “I can feel you throbbing under my tongue. Are you sensitive already, mhm?”

“Yeah so sensitive”, you keen, clit throbbing desperately.

“Of course you are. You taste so good that I get greedy. I wrap my lips around your clit and I give her a soft suck. I know that you hate it when I'm too rough, so I'll do it carefully”, he rasps and moans, “it feels so good that I can’t help but moan. You taste so good, honey. I want to keep sucking on your clit as I caress your hip.”

The sensation makes your toes curl. There are only a few things better than having his wet, warm mouth around your clit. The gentle sucks he leaves on it make you so sensitive. You squirm your hips because of it, twisting the sheets.

“More.”

“You sound so sweet when you beg, I have to obey. I can’t disobey you, you know that I can’t”, he laughs deeply, “so I flick my tongue over your clit and I realise just how swollen you already are. I don’t have to part your pedals anymore, do I?”

“No, you don’t. No, I’m so swollen”, you mewl, shaking your head.

“Of course you are. I touch your entrance instead. Just slow circles as I suck on your clit. Can you feel it? My rough fingertips are rubbing against your pussy, but I’m gentle with it. So, so gentle to make sure that it feels good for you.”

“I can. Oh god, I want you inside.”

“You do? Oh honey, that’s all I want”, he confesses and moans, “I slip inside”, he rasps, letting the sentence stand in the silence because it deserves attention.

“Yoongi, fuck”, you moan, thrusting your hips against nothing. His fingers are so long and thick, stretching you out so well.

“You're so fucking wet and warm, honey”, he lulls, “you make me moan around your clit. I'm seriously so lucky.”

“Yoongi, your fingers are so long”, you whimper.

“I know they are. I'm curling them to feel for your g-spot. I know that I can find it immediately. I've memorised your body by now. I could do this in my sleep.”

You clench your walls. A hot, addicting fire burns deep inside of you, just as if Yoongi was curling his fingers inside you.

“I realised just this moment. I didn’t take my wedding ring off. It’s gonna get all dirty now”, he rasps, forcing you to rub your thighs together. This is your weakness. He knows you too well. To have your wedding rings soiled by each other's pleasure always riles you up.

“Are you gonna take it off?”

“Of course not. I go deeper. I want my fingers to be covered in you. I love that. They always smell so good afterwards. So sweet. Fuck honey, I’m so starved for you. I go crazy for you. I can’t help myself.”

“It feels so good”, you sigh, writhing on the sheets.

“It feels amazing for me too. I'm licking your clit as I'm fingering you. I'm so fucking lucky, honey. I want to keep going. I want to please you, honey. That’s all I exist for.”

“Oh god”, you keen, “are you humping the mattress?”

“Of course I am. It’s the only way I can handle it. My cock’s so sensitive, honey. The sheets are so rough on it, but it feels really good as well. I'm thinking about fucking you, but I won’t act on it. Tonight's about you. All about you. So I’m making sure that my tongue does a good job, I’ll be so greedy doing it but I know that you love that.”

“Oh god, Yoongi. Are you, are you fucking, your fingers into me?”

“Yeah? You want me to?”

“Yes please. Fast.”

“Then I’ll do just that. I'll fuck my fingers into you quickly and I'll match the tempo with my tongue. I know you’re into it when I flick my tongue, so I’ll make sure to do just that. It’s fast and I’ll drool all over you, but I know that you want this.”

“Yeah, I want this. Oh god, don’t stop.”

“Of course I'm not stopping, my honey. I've gotten a taste of you and now all I want is to drown in you. You deserve that. You deserve to have your pussy fingered and licked.”

“Oh god, honey. Honey I'm close. You’re so deep.”

“I'm curling my fingers. It forces my palm to press against your pussy. Can you feel the pressure? I'm soothing you by running my other hand up and down your side. I want you to feel comfortable, honey.”

“Keep talking please. What’s your mouth doing?”

“I'm so hungry for your taste. I have to confess, I’m a little sloppy by now”, he laughs lazily, “I can't decide whether to lick or to suck so I’m switching between those two things. I'm sloppy, honey. So sloppy. I can’t help myself.”

“So hot. Yoongi I'm so close.”

“Yeah? You’re close?”

“Yeah…”

“Concentrate on how I make you feel honey. Concentrate on how my tongue traces your clit. It’s wet isn’t it?”

“So wet”, you whimper, “and warm, oh god Yoongi.”

“There we go, keep concentrating on me. You’re doing so well. Concentrate on how I’m moving my fingers. I’m moving them in and out of you, but I’m making sure that I don’t break contact with your g-spot. Can you feel how I’m pressing my fingers against it? I'm rubbing circles on it.”

“Yes”, you mewl, clenching your pussy to get more of the sensation. You are burning up. Any second now and you are crumbling.

“Good job, you’re doing so well”, he praises, “concentrate on my voice. You’re doing such a good job, honey. Such a good job.”

“Oh god Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Cum for me, honey. I know you can do it.”

“Yoongi”, you squeak, arching off the mattress as your climax hits you. “oh god, I’m cumming”, you mewl, trembling like crazy.

“Good job, give me everything”, he encourages you, panting heavily, “fuck honey, I’m cumming too”, he croaks and moans, fucking his leaking cock into his own hand.

It should be peculiar to lie here and listen to each other cum on the phone, but it isn’t. It feels intense and leaves you lightheaded in ecstasy. This is really happening and it feels glorious.

His end of the line is silent once you both come down, only his heavy breathing and little noises of him recovering can be heard. You fill his ears with your happy mewls and gasps for air. He just did that. He made you cum with nothing but his voice. And he made you cum so hard that the sheets are damp.

“How”, Yoongi clears his throat, “how are you doing, honey?” he asks you.

“I don’t know, I’m so dizzy”, you get out.

“Yeah? Do you wanna take a few breaths for me?”

“Yeah.”

Yoongi breathes with you, praising you for doing a good job and lulling you into a state of utter happiness. It is as if he is taking you into his arms and kissing your forehead.

“There we go. How are you feeling now?” he says softly.

“Better”, you say, rolling to your side and pulling your knees to your chest. You can feel the pressure on your pussy. You are so sensitive in overstimulation, “I can’t believe you just did that.”

Yoongi chuckles, “was it as fun as I said it would be?”

“Uh hell yeah it was, duh? What the hell honey, you made me cum with your voice. How did you do that?”

He laughs, “talent”, he says, rolling to his side and pulling his knees to his chest. He rests his hand between his legs, wiggling his toes happily.

“No, that wasn’t talent. That was witchcraft. You’re a witch. I didn’t even have to touch myself and I feel ruined.”

“I know. I told you, you married a genius. I can make you cum so good”, he sounds cocky and quite frankly he can be.

“You’re not wrong. Phew, I won’t recover from that one for a long time.”

He chuckles, “I loved it too”, he says, “I got so into the fantasy. It was so hard not to nut all over my hand.”

“You touched yourself?”

“Yeah, sorry I couldn’t help myself.”

“It's okay. That’s hot”, you assure him, “wah Yoongi, I can’t believe you managed to get me so into it. It was like you were with me. I could feel everything.”

He chuckles lazily, “you're cute”, he says.

“I’m serious. I closed my eyes and it was as if you were really with me.”

“Mh-hm same.”

You and him giggle happily.

“That was the best outcome of this call”, you say.

“Agreed. I’ll fall asleep like a baby now”, he says.

“Honestly me too.”

“Mhm. You should drink water first though. I want you to be hydrated, you’ll wake up with a headache otherwise”, he says.

“I will, honey. You should drink something too”, you tell him.

“I will, don’t worry.”

You sigh contently, Yoongi listens to the sound with a goofy grin on his lips.

“I love you so much, honey”, you say.

“I love you too, honey”, he says.

“Would it be weird if you stayed on the phone with me as I fall asleep?”

“No, I can’t guarantee that I won’t fall asleep first though. I'm so sleepy.”

“That's okay, it’ll be as if we are falling asleep next to each other.”

“Right”, he agrees, “hopefully I won’t fart and wake you up with it.”

You crack up at his stupid joke, “you're so dumb. It’s not like I'm sleeping next to you all the time. You can’t wake me like that.”

Yoongi snickers, “I know. Sorry, childish joke. I just wanted to hear you laugh. I love it so much when you laugh.”

“You're so cute. I love your laugh too, sugarbutt”, you say, feeling tingly all over.

Calling your husband was the best idea ever.

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closer | nishimura riki

| Genre : yandere

ㅡ Summary : after giving in to him, your attempts to get closer to the male don't go unnoticed.

Word Count : 2k

tw/cw : unhealthy obsession, abuse, toxic relationship, food, please do not read if uncomfortable with such themes!

request : Hi ! could you do a yandere ni-ki scenario where the reader starts to give in and attempts to get closer to him ? love your works btw !

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You knocked twice on the door to Riki's room, quietly hoping that he wasn't asleep yet as you waited for his response. Hearing a light 'come in', you walked into the room and respectfully closed the door behind you.

The male turned on the light lamp that resided beside his bed on the night table, frowning at you as he rubbed his eyes. "What do you want?" He asked coldly, sounding almost irritated by the fact that his rest had been so rudely disturbed.

"I can't sleep" You answered with a gulp, thinking of abandoning your plan and going back to your room, but remembering what you decided on before. You were going to attempt to try to get closer to him – it definitely was not going to be easy, but you knew that he wasn't too keen on hurting you and had a secret soft spot, even if he didn't show it too often. And it was not like you could leave, so giving in sounded like the only option you had at the time; and maybe sometime in the future, you could have a chance to escape if he trusted you enough. But for that, you had to get closer to him.

"And?" He cocked a brow, not seeing how your trouble with falling asleep could possibly connect to him in any way.

"Could I.. sleep with you..?" You asked nervously. Riki coughed out from surprise, shocked by your rather abrupt question.

"Sorry?"

"Could I sleep with you?" You repeated, in case the male didn't hear you clearly the first time.

He sat up more straight and sighed, a mix of emotions showing on his face before ending up on a cold, indifferent face. You were sure that he was going to turn you down and tell you to get out and go to sleep, but instead he moved to the right side of the bed, making room for you on the other side.

"Fine." He scoffed, seemingly unhappy, but you could swear that he was trying to fight back a smile for a split second – not wanting the male to change his mind, you hurried to lay down on the free side with a smile. "But don't think I'm going to share the blanket with you."

"Thanks, Riki"

"..Whatever."

He switched the night lamp off, moving to lay on his side, facing away from you. You quickly fell asleep by his side, a bright smile on your face; you were glad that he didn't reject you like he'd always do – that meant that you were probably going to manage to actually get somewhere by attempting to get closer to the male.

You woke up in the morning, smiling at the warm, fuzzy feeling that surrounded you – opening your eyes, you saw that it was a blanket; the same one Riki had. You looked over to his side of the bed, seeing that he was still sleeping, and did not, in fact, have a blanket. You widen your eyes, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Oh no. Did you accidentally take his blanket during the night, when he specifically told you that he wasn't keen on sharing? Was he going to get mad?

You tried to be as quiet and stealthy as you could, taking off the blanket and softly putting it on the male, hoping that he wouldn't wake up while you did. You listened and waited for any signs, but it seemed that he was still asleep. You sighed out in relief, sleepily rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You had a feeling that you had a very nice dream that night, but couldn't remember any of the details.

Standing up from the bed as quietly as you could to not wake the sleeping male, you were ready to leave the room before you suddenly got yanked back, landing on the soft bed again.

"Stay" The male groaned, hugging your arm. You looked over at him, noticing that he still looked like he was in very deep sleep. Was he talking in his sleep? "..Don't leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere" You reassured him, comfortably laying back on the bed, smiling at the male's cute gesture before going back to sleep.

Maybe staying with him wouldn't be so bad?

About an hour later, you woke up, the warm blanket placed on you again. The only difference was, Riki was nowhere to be seen – you frown, stretching and leaving the comfort of the bed, going to look for the male.

Opening the door, you were met face to face with the male who was carrying a tray with two plates on it. Seeing you, he scoffed loudly and looked away. "..You ruined it." He whispered, quietly enough for you to just barely be able to hear.

"Huh?" You frown. "Is that..?"

"..That's not for you." He sneered, coldly walking past you and setting the tray on the bed. "Sit down."

"But–"

"Did you seriously think I'm going to eat from two plates myself, dummy?"

You coughed nervously, embarrassed as you went to sit next to him on the bed. The breakfast looked delicious; Riki wasn't the best cook, but you could tell that he tried, especially if he was making something for you.

"Thank you" You smiled at him, the male looking away as soon as you made eye contact.

"I'm just making sure you don't starve," He said. "Enjoy."

You nod, both of you digging into the food in silence. Even though the only thing you heard was the sound of chewing and fork clinking against the place, the silence wasn't awkward at all; it was rather peaceful. You wished for more mornings like this, but you were more than sure that after you left the room, Riki would return to his cold demeanor, acting like nothing ever happened at all.

After you finished the breakfast, the male stood up, picking up the tray with the empty plates. "I'm leaving. Bye." He stated. "You're.. welcome to stay here. Just don't cause chaos." He shyly gestured at the room, glancing at you one last time before closing the door, not waiting for your response.

You couldn't help but grin, happy that he was already starting to warm up to you so quickly; it was nice. He never really let you stay in his room before, especially when he wasn't present. Could he really have had a change of heart so quickly?

You spent your time reading books and studying from the materials Riki has provided you with; even though you weren't allowed to go out, he still wanted you to have a grip of what's happening in society. Hearing the familiar click of the front door, you couldn't pass up another chance to get closer to him, hurrying to greet the male as soon as he came in.

As soon as Riki fully closed the door behind himself, you wrapped your arms around him, hearing a light gasp. "What did you just..?"

"Hello." You smiled. "Do you have anything for me?" You glanced at the bags he was carrying, the male chuckling at your enthusiasm.

"As if." He put the bags down with a smile on his face that this time, he simply couldn't fight back. The male pulled out a brown teddy bear from one of the bags, awkwardly passing it to you. "..Here. Use this as a sleeping buddy instead of me."

"Oh? Did I snore that much?" You accepted the plush bear, smiling at the fuzzy feeling that was now in your hands.

He rolled his eyes with a smile, unpacking the rest of the stuff from the bags. "Very much."

You scoffed dramatically, turning away from him. "How dare you?"

"Me? You're the one who bothered me in the middle of the night AND had the audacity to snore."

You poked him in his side, making the male yelp as he glared at you, a shock in his eyes that was replaced by a confident look the very next second. "Oh, you're on." He poked you right back, and so you both were a laughing mess for the next two minutes before the male regained himself, his cold attitude returning again.

"..What do you want for dinner?" He asked, unpacking the last bag before entering the kitchen.

"What can you make?" You answered his question with another question, looking around for something to snack on.

"Spaghetti will be good" He said as he yanked the package of sour gummies from your hands, putting it back into the drawer you took it from. "No snacking before dinner."

You whined, crossing your arms. "Not even one?" You made puppy eyes at the male, hoping that he'd break under the pressure of your persuasion.

"..No." He glanced away, preparing the necessary items in order to make the dinner. "Now, unless you want to help, go away."

"Can I really help?"

"No."

"Aw.."

You left the room, impatiently waiting until the male was finally done with the food. After what felt like forever, he returned with the spaghetti, placing it before you.

You ate dinner together while watching TV, the male glancing at you every now and then to make sure you were eating well. Seeing you enjoy the dish he prepared, he smiled in relief as he watched you gobble it up.

After you finished eating, Riki collected the plates and put them away. "..If you need me, I'll be in my room." He muttered before leaving you alone.

The rest of your day went by pretty quickly – you did your daily before sleep routine of skin care then got ready to sleep with your new "sleeping buddy" that Riki got for you. It was a very cute plushie that was holding a red heart in both paws; only after giving the toy more attention, you remembered that you haven't given it a name yet. You thought for a minute, thinking up something that could fit. Perhaps something associated with the male next room? A play of words?

"You look like a Niki, don't you?" You smiled at the bear, feeling its fuzzy, brown fur. "Niki it is." Placing it on your bed, you didn't feel quite satisfied about today's day. You've made quite a move on with Riki, but was it really enough to get closer to him? What if he didn't make anything of it?

You needed something way stronger. Something that will really get through to the male and make him realize that you've truly given in to him.

Knocking on his door just like the night before, you waited for a response. Once you heard one, you entered the room and prepared yourself for what was about to come.

"Riki..?" The male wasn't sleeping yet, scrolling on his phone in the bed.

"What? Can't sleep again?" He cocked a brow, putting his phone away on the night table.

"No, it's just.. I love you"

"..You what?"

"I love you" You repeated a bit louder this time, to make sure that he heard you clearly.

"I know what you're trying to do" He rolled his eyes and scoffed in irritation, standing up from the bed. "It won't work"

"Huh?"

"You're trying to make me let down my guard so you can easily escape."

"No! I just.. want to get closer to you."

He gulped and breathed out, taking a moment to take in and consider everything that you've just said to him. "..Then," He sighed, stepping closer to you. "..I guess I love you, too."

Your eyes slightly widened as he placed a soft, light but loving kiss on your forehead, shyly patting your head with the palm of his hand. "..But don't let it get to your head."

You nod, grinning and happily wrapping your arms around the male who slowly returned the sweet gesture, silently enjoying this moment that he has waited so, so long for. He has wanted this ever since he first saw you. He wanted you to love him back. For you to want to be with him.

And now that it has finally happened, he will let nothing ever tear you apart.

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violettaskies · 1 year

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To Share A Kiss The Devil Has Known

(ch. 1)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x you // Eddie Munson x f!reader // perv!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

Genre: romance, mild smut, Catholic trauma, religious trauma, friends to lovers, slow burn

Notes: this will have a three installments // this chapter is just the intro honestly lol so sorry if it’s boring build up // Eddie is kinda pervy lol // he’s kinda dark but also not // i tried to write him to be as much of a consent king as possible

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // talks of religion, reader goes to confession and her priest is a little mean with his words (at the beginning), slight manipulation, pillow humping, humping, first times, dacryphilia, corruption kink, praise kink // masturbation //please let me know if there should be more added, thank you!

ao3 // chapter two // chapter three // masterlist // series masterlist

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Every other Sunday was for confession. While other members of the family went on Wednesdays or Saturdays, you always chose Sundays since it would start the week off on a clean slate.

Not that there was much to confess about. Oftentimes, you would walk from your house to the church a few hours after mass ended, maybe feeling a bit guilty about your thoughts, rarely was it ever your actions. One day, you came in to tell the priest about how angry you got at your parents when they grounded you for accidentally falling asleep in church. You didn’t lash out at them, of course; but, you did curse them in your head — not honouring thy father and mother very well.

Then there was an instance three years ago at the homecoming dance. One girl had on the most beautiful baby blue dress you had ever seen, while you were stuck with a hand-me-down gown of the same colour. You prayed aloud that night in front of your bed, that you would one day have the opportunity to wear a dress as nice as hers. But the prayer backfired when your mother overheard, then told you to march to the church the following morning to confess how you broke the tenth commandment of coveting thy neighbour’s goods.

As a whole, you thought there were never any major moments in your life where you sinned gravely. That was until you went to your friend’s house for Bible study on Saturday night. She hosted it weekly, and invited all the kids from school. Needless to say, only a handful of people appeared. Not that it wasn’t fun, the six of you would always spend a few hours going over passages, and then eat a nice dinner afterwards. Truly, you looked forward to it since there weren’t other things you were invited to in town.

So when this past Saturday rolled around where the first epistle to the Corinthians was read, specifically the sixth chapter and eighteenth verse — your group started to analyze it as normal. But, little did you know that this was the day your heart would drop the hardest it ever has.

‘The sexually immoral person sins against their own body,’ the people in the room repeated the verse over and over, like a chant taunting you and your actions.

It was the first time you walked into the confessional on a Sunday afternoon with shaky legs and an intensely beating heart. You told the priest what you told your friend, trying to rid yourself of the sins you unknowingly committed. But he stopped you, his voice only getting louder as he gave you guidance on your next steps. ‘Stop doing that,’ he said, ‘God may not be so quick to forgive you if you give into the Devil’s temptations so often.’ Then after he assigned you a penance of five Hail Marys and going through the rosary twice, you were gone.

All you could think as you took your first steps outside, were words that should never cross your mind. Not now, not ever.

If sinning is so bad, then why does it feel so good?

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As the day ended, and a new week of school began — your guilt never went away. Teasing you from the back of your subconscious as you walked home, ate dinner, and failed at doing some homework that was due a few days later.

It had been three days since the last time you unknowingly sinned, two days since you found out what it was, and one day since the priest’s voice scared you to the point of no return. Everything affected you gravely, that even once you walked into school Monday morning, the noises from the other students became a muffled and chaotic mess in your ears. So much so, that as you were shakily getting things out of your locker, you didn’t even notice movement from the one next to yours.

“You look stressed, sweetheart.” The voice startled you, only amplifying your inner-guilt, since you spent the past few moments focusing on shutting the voices up in your head, rather than greeting your favourite locker neighbour.

But what made you feel guiltiest of all, was that he is the one who inspired these sins of yours.

The throbbing ache between your legs felt good, and the way your pillow helped relieve that ache felt even better. If you were able to feel this level of delight every night, then why not think of someone who made you feel the same way? — the question plagued your mind nightly, during the moments you were oblivious to committing a sin.

Little did you know that it was truly sexual in meaning.

There was only one person who made you feel equally as amazing with their words and actions. Your locker neighbour to the right, Eddie Munson.

Several moments replayed in your head. Like the time he kept calling you ‘pretty girl’ because you decided to wear a skirt on the first day of Spring. Then, you remember how his calloused fingers felt when they were so close to your face after he brushed your hair from your neck; making sure to linger on your sensitive skin before mentioning how beautiful the silver crucifix looked on you. There were so many times after that too. From his deep voice whispering in your ear to ask if you needed a ride home while you both were in study hall; to his arms wrapping a sweater around your shoulders during lunch when the school’s heater broke. The Hawkins townspeople claimed him as a spawn of the Devil, but you named him as the only true friend you had. The only person to make the butterflies in your stomach tingle every time he spoke to you.

“I-I’m not, it’s just I can see now why Mondays aren’t people’s favourite,” you responded, still staring into the vastness of your locker. Thinking about how your start to the week wasn't so great as it usually is.

Eddie had opened the metal door completely, removing the barrier between the two of you. “But, Mondays are always your favourite because you get to see me after a painstakingly long forty-eight hours,” he pouted while trying to get you to giggle at his dramatics.

It worked.

“Well, I normally see you around the fourth period. This is the earliest you’ve been at school for a while.”

“Mondays are the worst because my homeroom teacher loves putting tests at the buttcrack of dawn,” Eddie groaned, while holding up the notes you loaned him at the beginning of the year since you already took the biology course before.

“Well, good luck, I’m gonna go—” no matter how much you loved talking to him, and how warm he made you feel, Eddie was part of your current predicament. So seeing him now made your heart ache in the worst way.

As you went to grab the locker door to close it, Eddie lightly grabbed your wrist. “I saw you leaving the church yesterday. You looked so,” he paused, moving his head downwards to meet you at eye-level, before continuing. “Sad, you looked so sad. I even called out your name a few times so I could give you a ride home, but you kept walking, so I assumed you didn’t hear me.”

So it was the Devil’s spawn shouting your name as you made your way home; not the Devil himself making you feel guilty for your actions. It was just your friend who wanted to look out for you.

Eddie continued: “or maybe you’re ignoring me,” he pouted with feign-sadness.

“Oh, uh-uhm it was just a really tiring day and I guess the voices in my head were too loud,” it was only partially a lie.

“If something’s bothering you—”

“Nothing’s bothering me, honestly,” this one was a lie, and it came out a bit too easily. But all you could focus on now was the feeling of Eddie’s thumb stroking small circles on the soft skin of your wrist.

He looked you up and down suspiciously before saying, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I do.”

“So whatever is going through your mind, let me know. Who am I to judge anyways?” He winked before letting go of your wrist.

You nodded, seriously contemplating if you wanted to have a confessional with your little Devil. Just as you stared at him with eyes full of conflict, the bell rang. Instead of responding, you softly said your farewell. “Anyways, see you later during fourth period, if you decide to come again.”

It was the only class Eddie had a perfect attendance score in, but he would never let you know that you’re the reason why.

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By the time English class rolled along, you didn’t realize just how much your body was moving itself robotically. Going through the movements you’ve been so used to doing for the years you’ve been in high school. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, thankfully. First period was a calculus lesson, history happened afterwards with a lecture on the French Revolution, then a substitute showed up for geography during third period so that was a boring class. All throughout those hours, you kept quiet; because the wrath of the Angel on your shoulder, condemning you for your sins, was becoming far too much. To even think about answering questions the teachers asked was mentally exhausting.

It all came to a peak once you sat on your chair for fourth period English — the only class you had with Eddie this semester, and of course, the only class everyone sat at long desks that held two people. As you looked out the window to the dark blue skies of Autumn, your conscience kept telling you to be careful. You were about to sit next to the boy who amplified your senses as you sinned. Goodness knows how he’ll react to the news if you told him.

What would he think if he found out you think about his hands helping guide your hips nightly, or his voice telling you ‘you’re so beautiful’ when you finally find the climax of your relief, or his lips kissing your —

“You’re still so tense,” the voice brought you out of your haze for the second time today. But this time, Eddie’s warm hand was on the top of your left thigh; the set of thighs you unknowingly went from bouncing one second to squeezing together the next.

“Just tired, maybe I’ll nap when I get home,” you sighed. Truly, it has been three days since the bane of your guilt was committed. You could barely sleep now that you’ve stopped doing your nightly routine.

“Take a nap in my van, I have cute pillows in there,” he scrunched his nose as he teased you, then released your thigh to stretch his arms in the air.

Thinking of how your class went to the zoo for a field trip once, and Eddie found the scariest-looking bats cute, you replied sweetly: “your definition of cute is not really the same as mine.”

“But, I think you’re cute, don’t you?” Eddie loved to make you blush with his not-so-suave comments. Said it was practice for whenever he goes to the bars and flirts with girls there. But he never was able to make them flustered in the way you always were.

You saw the teacher walk into class in your peripheral vision, and prayed that would mean you didn’t need to talk to your locker and desk neighbour for the next three quarters of an hour. “I’m not,” you shyly say while looking away from The Dealer completely.

“You’re such a good girl too,” his voice was deeper than normal.

He was wrong. So wrong. The guilt in your heart only deepens as his words echo in your ear, along with the voices of your priest telling you need to repent for your sins. If this day couldn’t have gotten any worse, of course the muse of your sinful thoughts believes you’re a good girl when you aren’t.

“I-I’m—” your words are saved by the bell and your teacher’s voice which booms through the classroom. You thought you were safe, thought that until lunch you could get away with not looking at the boy who makes you unknowingly rub your legs together. But no, the day that was going downhill, just hit rock bottom.

“This class is a bit different, it will be a work period since I’m assigning you a small project due Wednesday. That’s not a lot of time, so today will be a work period then tomorrow we will have a lesson. I hope that you all can get the project finished after school over the next couple days.”

Doing a small project wouldn't be so bad, would it? The curiousity sat in your brain momentarily before your thoughts went haywire. The teacher paired you off, specifically with the people you were sitting next to, where each duo would need to analyze and present a different chapter of The Picture of Dorian Gray. So after a beat of silence once the teacher’s explanation was over, the class erupted in murmured voices and squeaky chairs. But you couldn’t get yourself to move to face your project partner.

“Don’t kill me but, we may need to finish this tonight because tomorrow—”

“You have your g-gig, I remember,” spreading out your time with Eddie would have helped your intensifying sinful thoughts subside. At least until you got over your bad habit. But now, you both had to do this for your grades — mainly his — so there was no time to lose. Maybe this could be a positive distraction.

“How about we work on it today right after school so we can get it over with?” he suggests.

“Alright, I guess skipping band practice one time wouldn’t be so bad,” you start shaking your left leg again. If you were a sinner, why not fall down the path of delinquency — your tendency to accept defeat a little too quickly, and then spiral, was catching up to you now.

Eddie notices, and touches your thigh again to calm you down like he has so many times before, even a few minutes ago. Although now, you move your leg away from his grip. “No, no, no, you go be a good girl and head to band practice, then I’ll pick you up afterwards and we'll run to the library,” he says trying not to sound disappointed that you backed away from his touch.

“I’ll finish probably a little after half-past three today since there’s only one song to practice,” you state while opening the book to the assigned chapter. “What will you do while you wait?”

“Oh, you know, maybe do some buying and selling,” The Dealer says nonchalantly.

“Shopping?” you ask innocently.

“Of sorts,” he mimes the act of smoking a joint in your direction, and you look at him curiously before understanding what he meant. You remember your father telling you it’s not a good idea to be friends with your locker neighbour because he’s a sinner who does the Devil’s drugs.

Guess he rubbed off on you, while you rubbed off on something else.

The pang of guilt hit you again. Like a stab to the heart from God himself. Tonight, you’ll do penance until you sleep, before the Devil on your shoulder tells you to commit your sinfully bad habit again. “R-right,” you say quietly. “Let’s get started then, you have to stay focused, Eddie, do you promise?”

“Pinky promise, my dear,” he grabs your fingers that are so much smaller than his, and hooks his pinky onto yours. “Only if you promise to focus too. You’ve been zoning out all day long. When you walk from class to class it looks like you’re constantly about to puke.”

“I do not,” you say in a defiant whisper.

“So do,” he teases. “Listen, if I promise to stay focused the entire time while we try and finish this project, you’re gonna tell me why you’re acting this way. It’s worrying me.”

You pause, looking at Eddie’s weirdly mischievous eyes as he starts to rub the bottom of your back. “There’s nothing really bothering me, though.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you, pretty girl?” his fingers started circling in a pattern that brought pleasurable shivers up your spine. After years of giving you featherlight touches — because that’s what friends do, he said one day — he knew exactly where to grasp your body to make you relax.

“Let me think about it,” you slightly give in. However, you can’t get yourself to admit, again, how badly you want to confess your sins to the one who inspired them.

He notices how you started to squeeze your thighs together again during this class. “That’s all I ask,” Eddie chuckles before moving his hands to your waist to move your body closer to himself. “Now, don’t kill me again, but I didn’t read the chapter. Or the book, so,” he elongated the last word while looking at you with feign-innocence with his doe eyes and pursed lips.

One thing you unknowingly did admit, was just how easily you were able to fall for his manipulative ways.

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As Eddie waited in his van for you to come out of band practice, all he could think about was how strange you’ve been acting throughout the day. You were always one to talk to him in shy tones as he would talk your ear off in any given conversation. Today was different though, and he wasn’t able to place a finger on it. What hurt him most was when you reacted to his touch by moving your leg away — a move you haven’t done in the years you had gotten used to his touch. Then, you didn’t join him for lunch like you did every Monday and Friday, since the other days you would be asked to join the band or church group tables.

Something was off, and Eddie feels like it has something to with the downcast image of you walking through Hawkins on Sunday afternoon. Today, he was going to figure it out.

Ever since the man found out his locker was next to yours on the first day of Freshman year, The Dealer became obsessed with you. Not that you noticed him often — Eddie was notorious for skipping class so much that even though you went to your locker between every class, you would only see him once a day during that year of high school. However, he definitely noticed you: your shyness, the way you kept your head down as you roamed the hallways to the next period, and how you had a tendency of jumping a little every time you closed your locker and saw him standing there at his.

The small silver crucifix that was dangling on your neck was the icing on the cake for Eddie. Realizing then, that you were an innocent Angel who went to Bible study and mass every week. While he could only ask God why He put him in such a shitty place with even shittier parents.

Your innocence astounded him — like when people would joke around about how you didn’t know what sex was, all you would do is blush; or how one time a Senior basketball player walked up to your locker and invited you on a date. He was infamous for keeping a list of all the girls he took the virginities of, and you were his next target. The only thing you did though, was thank him and tell him that Bible study was scheduled to be a long one this week so you would rather go to that.

Something possessive leaped out of Eddie that day as he overheard the conversation from behind the metal door. He had to have you, had to know what it was like to roam your mind. He would do anything to make sure you were his.

So he did. Slowly, as the days passed, he would start talking to you more, trying to get you out of your little shell. You were so quiet that sometimes he would need to get close to your figure as you spoke — not that he minded of course. Eddie genuinely did love your innocence and how you didn’t even realize that he was being a flirtatious pervert when he complimented you. That every time he mentioned you were wearing something nice that day, he would go home and picture fucking you in only that piece of clothing or jewelry. His favourite, being the image of you wearing only that tiny silver crucifix you both loved so much.

Then there were the touches you had grown accustomed to. Eddie would invite you to sit with him during lunch — where he would lightly touch your fingers as he went to steal a fry off your tray. Afterwards, he would take his perverted compliments further, by straightening out the fabric of your skirt or shirt collar for you even if it just came from the dry cleaners. The Dealer would do anything to have an excuse to caress your skin for one moment.

You had asked him one day when you had visited his home to watch a movie: “you touch me a lot, why?”

“Do you not like it? Sorry, I just really enjoy—” if he wasn’t already worried about the fact that you were in his trailer for the first time, his heart dropped at the thought that you might hate him for his touch.

“No,” you would never want to make Eddie feel guilty for his actions. Youth group lessons taught you better than that, since it was only right to be accepting of everyone. “What I mean is, I don’t see many other friends do that with each other and I feel bad for them.”

It was his turn to be curious now. “What do you mean?”

“Your touches are nice, Eddie, so soft and sweet. I wish that all people would feel as nice as this with their friends too.” Look at you being charitable with your experiences — when these touches were only meant for you.

“That’s what friends do, they find ways to make their friends feel good.”

“Do you want me to do it for you too?” you reach out to touch his shoulder awkwardly, but you weren’t one to enjoy touching other people yourself.

“Not if you don’t want to. You make me feel good by being there for me when I need it. While I do the same for you, when you need someone to support you,” it’s true; even through all his indecent intentions, Eddie truly found an innocent and friendly warmth within himself for you, besides his love of wanting to be more than friends.

You look at him with sweet eyes to innocently ask the next question. “Then may you please rub my back like you do sometimes? It makes my heartbeat calm down and this movie is scary.”

“Of course, Angel,” it was right then, Eddie realized how much he loved it when you were needy.

“I wish I could have you do this whenever my cousins want to watch horror movies with me. Honestly, my parents don’t even know I’m here. But I just like your tou–”

“Tsk tsk, so naughty. Where do they think you are?”

“Am not,” you exclaimed and Eddie could tell your heart was beating a lot faster than before so he started to rub sweet circles on your back. “Plus, they think I’m watching a movie at a friend’s house, just don’t know who. It’s not a lie. I’m still a good girl.”

“Yes, you are,” he proclaimed deeply, realizing his rebel tendencies have inspired you. While you nearly moaned as your heartbeat stabilized, his touch and his voice made you feel so much better.

When Eddie was home alone that night, he couldn’t stop replaying the small whimpers of yours he memorized. If it was the hormones, or your innocent eagerness to be alone with him and let him touch you — he would never know which one he loved more.

Eddie was a sinner, he knew that, and was able to empower himself with the label. No matter how many times people around Hawkins would rebuke him as the Devil, or how often he would get stares from kids at school as he started to talk to you more: none of it phased him. What he loved most about you was how easily your innocence became obliviousness when it came to his sins – that you would hear about them and refuse to believe he was such a bad person because he was always so nice to you. Eddie couldn’t seem to understand why.

What he did understand though, was that his biggest sin was that every damn day of his life he was on the path of no return when it came to wanting to corrupt your virtue. To make all of his fantasies become a reality as he wanted to slowly make you addicted to him.

Did you figure it out? Is that why you were so awkward with him throughout the day? Why did you beg for his familiar touch in his memories, but pull away today?

Eddie’s mind moved at a million miles a minute, unsure of what was going on. But one thing was for sure: he was going to find out exactly what was hurting you, and he was going to do everything in his power to relieve that pain.

A small tap on the driver door window brought him out of his overstimulated thoughts. “Are you ready to go?” Your voice was muffled by the barrier, but Eddie was able to hear you before nodding.

He chuckled at your tendency to knock everywhere before you entered. Even with the van, you never approached it first unless he was already in it, or opened the door for you — that was mainly because The Dealer wanted to have some semblance of being a gentleman to you, even if he took that opportunity to touch your back to guide you into your seat.

“So the library?” Eddie asked as he watched you put your bag on the floor and straighten your skirt in the seat, not looking him in the eye as you respond.

“Y-yeah, it probably won’t be crowded since it’s a Monday.”

You were wrong, so wrong. It looks like all of the English teachers assigned similar group projects to their classes, since the library was filled to the brim with students from all grades cooped up at tables. You started to get nervous, the library was going to be your saving grace as you worked on this project.

“Should we go to my place?” He asked while tugging on the strap of your backpack lightly to get your attention.

“No,” you exclaimed a little too loudly, shocking Eddie a bit. “We can j-just go to mine instead.”

If you two finished the tasks at his trailer, then you felt as if it was walking into the Devil’s lair — a place where Eddie sinned like your parents said he did. The memories of the times your friend made you feel warm were enough to commit your treacherous acts; goodness knows how you’ll be when you’re in a room where everything is him.

While bringing the Devil reincarnate into your home wasn’t the best idea, your house had your Bible and other religious paraphernalia to protect you from giving into temptation. But, that’s also the place where you committed your unknowing sin, night after night — you thought.

These conflicting thoughts were about to be the death of you, as long as the annoying throbbing between your legs and Eddie’s teasingly sinister voice didn’t get you first.

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eli0004 · 4 months

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since you don't do sub content, could you do something fluffy with jean? anything if you want

Anon, your wish is my command! 🖤

Dating Jean Kirstein-

Synopsis: Headcannons for a Modern AU! Version of your favorite horse boy

Rating: SFW

Warnings: one slightly suggestive hc, implied body image issues, jean has a history of toxic relationships

Ok, so first of all, Jean isn’t your typical boyfriend. He’s boyfriend: Feminist Edition✨ and body positivity king, hello?

He’s also, as we all know, a huge simp. But a legitimate simp, “spend all his money on makeup and call him bro” type simp.

Because of that, he’s had a few really shitty relationships where he was badly taken advantage of, and he always vows to really assess a person’s green AND red flags before proceeding.

It never works out that way, obviously. Bro wouldn’t know a red flag if you shoved it up his ass 🚩. He sees a pretty girl and is suddenly color blind.

Because of his history in that aspect, when you first confess your feelings to each other he’s absolutely terrified that it’s one big joke, or destined to fail.

But as you both get closer, he lets his gaurd down, and bro is down so bad.

You say “jump” an jean says “how high”

He is 110% that guy who notices everything you do with your appearance. I mean come on “You have really pretty black hair.” But that’s also just because he doesn’t understand the whole “it’s not polite to stare” thing.

Jean when you do literally anything: 👁️👄👁️

He’s a gym bro, change my mind (you can’t 😈)

If you’re insecure Jean is one of those guys that will ask you how much you weigh, and you’ll be like “damn that’s really icky and disrespectful” until you see him placing that exact amount of weight on the bench.

He’s like “see, you’re not too heavy for me” wink wink

He’s so endearingly stupid

If you’re not insecure tho, Jean will be there to hype you tf up when you’re feeling confident

“Hell yeah, look at those glutes babe!” *smack*

Either way he’s obsessed with you, regardless of what your body looks like or whether or not you like it.

Modern Jean 100% has a minor Fratccent from his college years.

Once or twice, he will accidentally call you bro, but he’ll be so apologetic TT you can’t even be upset.

He’s the type of guy that will walk around with his hand on your ass instead of your waist if you’re ok with that

His shit eating grin when someone mentions it, he’s like 😏😏😏

Scratch his head with your nails, DO IT

This man will be snoring immediately, it’s his favorite way to fall asleep.

I’m also a firm believer that modern!jean is not a natural blonde, so from time to time he’ll let you put streaks of vivid color in it, bonus points if you match with him

He’s actually a pretty good cook, so when you’re feeling homesick he’ll prepare your comfort meals for you

His love languages are physical touch, and words of affirmation. Jean will actually spontaneously combust if you compliment his biceps or tell him he has pretty eyes

He’s also totally comfortable with his masculinity so he’d be thrilled to be involved in your skincare routine, do face masks, let you clean up his brows, put makeup on him etc etc.

In fact, if you’ve had a hard week, he’d be the one to come home with a bottle of wine, face masks, nail polish and snacks. Top tier self care night, would sit on the couch with you and all your plushies and watch love island or something 😭

He gets so into the drama, it’s actually hilarious. By the end of it he’s rolling his eyes and trash talking at the tv

Will get wine drunk and dance in the living room with you

Honestly, we all just need to get ourselves a Jean. 😔💞

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 || s e o n g h w a

"Not all mistakes have negative outcome."

"Who's gonna take the responsibility for my hardening cock now, Alani? When there's no one to blame? Maybe you know the answer?" He taunted, knowing exactly what he was doing.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 : Your mindlessness got you in serious trouble as you accidentally sent a forbidden picture of yourself to none other than Park Seonghwa - your brother's best friends that you don't really know. He, being the responsible man he is, wants to make sure you learn the lesson to always check things twice before doing them.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Seonghwa x (f)reader named Alani cause I hate y/n with passion

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut, one-shot

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t , explicit language, masturbation, toys, pet names, mdom, mouthfuck, marking, pussy slapping, oral (both receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, orgasm control, punishment, dick riding, choking, possessiveness, doggy style, double penetration. anal penetration, slut calling, creampie, aftercare.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 8k

The overtaking lust made you see everything in red today. The neediness that had been blooming fast since the morning was at its peak now in the late evening. You tried to control it at work but your focus stayed closed to all the sexual fantasies forming in your corrupted mind. You had to hold back needy whimpers at every movement while sitting on a chair or in your car seat, that was how sensitive you were. Impatient hands kept wandering to your thighs and unconsciously stroke them until you came back to your senses and jolted them back on the desk.

Now laying on your bed, naked and hot you were only adding the fuel to the fire, devouring you like hellfire. Whimpering at the twisted nipples between your fingers. Moaning at the toy stretching your needy walls. All of it while listening to audio made especially for needy, lonely women like you.

It was not enough.

You were doomed. There was no way you could've put out the destructive flames with your own efforts. Your hands, fingers or toys wouldn't be of any help. You needed another kind of touch, of someone else's hands on you. Another skin rubbing against yours. The last thing you needed today was to go to sleep unsatisfied, if you'd even be able to fall asleep.

As if your condition was not enough, your fuck buddy had not picked up any of your calls. That was the end of your deal, you were definitely dropping him off…but you still needed him for that last fuck. The desperation made you pathetic. All reasons were now valid to beg for someone who wasn't even picking up his phone.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

You left your needy breasts to reach for your phone. Audio went silent. It was your time to tease.

The camera captured your spread legs and your hand, shamelessly going all down between them. Your middle finger visibly pushed on to your sensitive clit. The flash reflected from your already wet finger. The shot was perfect. It showed a lot but not everything. An ideal tease.

You will teach him a lesson. He would be running to you in a minute.

With a dizzy mind, barely able to focus with the vibrating pink toy inside you, you clicked on the contact list, looking for your "friend" named San. Your vision was blurry and hands shaky but still you managed to click send.

Now all you had to do was wait.

As you were able to resume the hungry massage of your breasts, a vision of the screen flashed in your mind. Something was not right. You definitely saw that gray cloud on the left. Why was the last text of the conversation a message sent to you? Did San reply and you missed it? No, you would’ve heard the notification. Then where was all the spam you just sent to San?

In total panic, you quickly raised up and sat on your heels. The toy bluntly sticking out of your soaked hole, but you felt no satisfaction. Grabbing the phone again, you went through it with shaky hands.

Your eyes grew as you saw the wrong name on the upper bar of the conversation, air catching in your throat.

"No..." You stared at your lewd picture, the intimate detail that you just shared with a man named Park Seonghwa as well as the little writing under it.

Delivered.

The vibrating object and its buzzing began to annoy you, only increasing stress at this point. You slid it out of you and aggressively threw it on the ground, falling beside other toys that failed to satisfy you. Unconsciously, you grabbed the sheets and pulled them close, as if to cover your breasts and crotch like you’ve just been caught. You felt as if hundreds of pairs of eyes were now watching you.

Why didn't you check? Why were you so stupid?

You looked at the bright screen, in hope it was all a mirage. Blinking a couple of times, everything was the same. Suddenly, a small possible solution showed up in your head.

Delivered?

"Wait, doesn't that mean…" You frowned and a spark of hope glowed.

Seonghwa hadn't seen it yet. He didn't open it, therefore you could still save your dignity. You knew him a little and he seemed like a good man. Maybe he would be reliable.

You had to try – the phone landed in your hands again.

You took three deep, encouraging breaths and slid the green button. The rhythmic, somewhat loud signal almost drove you mad, which resulted in you not giving Seonghwa any chance to speak when he finally answered the phone.

"Please, listen to me." You begged. "I sent you a message by accident. By PURE ACCIDENT.” You scrambled out, continuing with a slight breath in. “I looked for the letter S, thought I chose the right contact and went with it. I am so sorry, it won't happen again. But for the love of God, DON’T open it. Please, do not open it. If you have any respect for me and care about me, please Seonghwa, delete it right away and forget. It'd be the best for both of us."

You tried to slow your heart rate, breathing as quietly as you could manage. The silence on the other side wasn't long, but for you it seemed like ages.

The voice on the other side of the phone was deep, almost as dark as the view behind your window.

"Too late."

These two words echoed in your head as your heart sank. It fell at the bottom of your stomach. You felt nauseous. You definitely were in a heart attack threatening condition.

Your life was ruined. He wasn't even your close friend. Seonghwa was no one else but your brother's best friend. He was hot but always out of your reach. You basically had his number only for simple communication, usually when he wanted to inform you that your brother got in trouble or when you couldn't find him. You two weren't super close. You just knew each other, flirted here and there. But that was all. And now he probably thought of you as some slut, sending nudes everywhere she can.

"S-seonghwa." You stuttered out with a shaky chin and heart, pounding in your heart. "Don't think bad of me, please. I'm not…like that."

"I don't." You could hear him smiling but his tone seemed genuine. "It was an accident. I curse my habit of replying fast to messages. Don't worry your secret's safe with me."

It would've sounded heartwarming and assuring if not for the tone he put on to say the last sentence. As if he wanted to let you know that no one would know about the incident but he definitely wouldn't forget what he saw.

Or maybe you were overreacting. Probably were. Well, you were really close to being deceased, so you have every right to magnify the meaning of his words.

"Thank you." You replied, sighing heavily.

What a nice and understanding man he was. Seonghwa had proven many times that he was a really good guy with high morals and class.

"I'm sorry." You added, and you truly meant that. You put him in a very uncomfortable situation.

"It’s ok. I'm trying to figure something out though."

Your heart skipped a beat. Why didn't he hang up? Further conversation was only making your face burn alive with embarrassment. You couldn't even imagine what would happen if you two met again.

"Figure out what?" You gulped, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You see, I'm not in the best situation here." He scoffed in nothing but pure frustration, "Outside this bathroom I'm currently hiding in, there are thirty something people partying. They’re not drunk or high enough to not notice certain issues. How am I supposed to go out to them with a painful bulge in my pants and walk around them with a throbbing cock like nothing's wrong?"

You felt these words like a sudden shower of hot water. The embarrassment slowly faded, giving its place back to the feeling that had been torturing you all day. Why was he saying that? Pressuring even harder on the gas of your neediness?

"Who's gonna take the responsibility for my hardening cock now, Alani? When there's no one to blame? Maybe you know the answer?" He taunted, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Damn that imagination of yours, showing his perfect frames sitting at the edge of the bathtub, manspreading his long legs due to his growing problem. You could hear how deep his breaths were, seeing how he stroked himself. His attractive face, trying hard to focus. The muted sounds on the other side of the phone didn't help. He was suffering, and now so were you.

You let go of the sheets, sitting there all naked again. The dripping between your lips made you spread your legs without thinking.

"How fast can you get here?" You finally dropped the question, almost whimpering it out.

"What about the man that this pic was meant for?" He laughed with trouble.

"He's no one."

"Fifteen minutes." The amusing tone he kept attempting to dress his state with was entirely gone. The depth of his voice sent chills down your spine. You now heard a different Seonghwa than the one you knew before.

"You have ten. The door is open." You blurted out and hit the red button on the screen. The phone was thrown aside as you clasped your mouth shut.

No matter how unbelievable it sounded, it was happening – Park fucking Seonghwa was coming over to fuck you.

You heard the quiet click of a door opening and closing downstairs. The hair on your arms surged upright from both excitement and nervousness. The even sound of heavy boots climbing the stairs had you gripping the sheets, almost breaking your nude press-on nails.

Led by the dim lights on this floor, Seonghwa emerged from the darkness and stood in the frame like a predator that just traced his prey but wanted to take some extra minutes to watch its last moments of peace.

You spent all ten minutes looking for the right position to greet him, finally deciding on the classic. You were just sitting on the edge of the bed that faced the entrance to your room and now him. With your legs crossed, you hid the main attraction. A piece of sheet, held by your arm, only covered your nipples while the outlines of your breast were displayed for his dark eyes. He saw a lot, but not everything. You could tell he liked the view. As you did yours.

The leather pants on his legs enhanced his slim but firm thighs. Seonghwa put his hands on the top of the door frame, causing the black jacket to raise and expose his tiny waist and broad shoulders.

You tried your best not to look at his crotch after what he told you through the phone. There were still some manners left in you, even though the thought alone was enough to make you swallow loudly.

Both of you took your time to look each other up and down, calculating every word and move. Every second, you were closer to losing control over your body as you already began squeezing your thighs together while slowly, barely noticeable, rocking your hips on the bed.

However, nothing seemed to escape his sly eye.

"I could smell you the moment I entered the house."

The speed of how your breathing increased was embarrassing, but his choice of words answered all your deepest fantasies. As if he knew you were weak for the wild, male instincts taking the wheel.

"Oh?"

Pathetically, that was all you could afford.

He nodded, his smirk deepened, showing off his perfect white teeth and prominent canines. Seonghwa was absolutely amused by you.

His dark onyx like eyes slowly slid down from your burning face. Their attention teased your exposed neck and shoulders. Lazily grazed the covered breast, and then they stopped the journey. They now glowed with anticipation at the sight of your interlocked legs.

"Aww, don't worry, Alani." He gave you the fakest pout just to turn it into the most devilish smile you've ever seen, "Your savior’s here."

The air in your lungs stung like needles. Unconsciously, you held your breath from the rollercoaster of emotions going through you now. This Seonghwa had nothing to do with the Seonghwa you knew. He'd probably just played the good guy in front of your brother. But now you were alone, and the truth came out. You enjoyed every second of it with a painful pulsating between your legs as a confirmation.

His jacket landed on the floor, his belt came undone as he slowly approached you. Seonghwa was either lazily preparing for the act or he was just letting you feast on the view.

And you watched him closely. No detail of this perfect man missed your eyes. The sunkissed skin on his face, arms and neck ideally suited his raven, wavy hair. In a contrast of it all, the whiteness of his T-shirt was blinding. Seonghwa always was good looking for you, but now, in this new form, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Are you gonna make a sound?" He asked you when his frame stood right in front of you, your knees touching, "Or do you want me to make you?"

You gulped at the threat.

"Sorry, I would never have thought this night would end like this."

"Like this? You mean me in your room?" He snickered.

"Yes."

"Well, I have, like I have every day since we met."

You blinked fast at this unexpected confession.

"What do you mean?"

Seonghwa's melodic chuckle would've been cute, if not for the situation you were in with him. He leaned over to have your face as close to his as possible.

"You see I don't fuck sisters of my friends. But that…" he looked you up and down, deeply inhaling, before eyes went back to yours. The sheet you held to cover yourself disappeared due to his will, "...that's not something I could ever say no to."

His hand appeared to grab your chin, making you look right into the bold eyes of his where you could read all his intentions.

"Did the baby walk horny all day?"

You nodded.

"And the toys were not enough to help?" He spoke to you like you were a helpless lost animal. However, the look in his eyes was sinister with all the meaning of this word.

It was turning you on terribly.

"Yes." You whine out, puppy dog eyes and all, responding to his play.

"No one wanted to come and help you?"

You were close to losing it. The scent of his cologne worked like magic potion. The desperation for him to finally touch you, devour you, was making you act like a brainwashed freak.

Enough was enough.

"Yes, Park. That's why you better fuck me 'til I’m broken. Till I’m all messy. Till I hate you."

He smiled as a proud owner.

"My pretty little slut."

Your lips suddenly interlocked with his, given in to the sweetest abuse. He was aggressively kissing you, while dangerous groans left his chords. You weren't different. The need of him grew in appalling speed, making you stand up and give all into the kiss.

The bare body of yours immediately got caged in his embrace. His hand rested on the back of your head to hold your lips in place, all for him to taste.

Your self-control didn't allow you to keep your hands still. Quickly, they began stripping him off his shirt and next taking care of his zipper. You wanted to suck him off, you needed to make him curse with his cock deep in your throat.

Making your way down with kisses on his hot skin, your knees touched the floor. Seonghwa cupped under your face, cheeks lightly squeezed, looking into your eyes as you were pulling his pants down, stroking him through the material of his underwear.

"Are you letting me fuck your sweet mouth?" He asked, playing with your hair.

You licked your lips while smirking.

At the silent response, he grabbed your locks in the ponytail. It wasn't visible, but Seonghwa trembled. You could feel it under your touch, even the tiniest shiver. It worked on you like drugs.

You eliminated the obstacle of his underwear and let his rock hard cock free. The pain of lack of release was visible as his skin was red from all the blood running. The tip, slightly tinted with purple, looked delicious. The strings of thick precum, reminiscent of a spider web, spread from the bottom to his balls, making you drool.

The man inhaled sharply as he felt the warmth and softness of your mouth. Seonghwa watched you in awe when you were collecting the pre-juices, simultaneously moaning at its sweetness.

Sucking on his tip while pumping him off, awarded you with low growls. He wanted to fuck you mouth so badly, and even though you were going to let him do it, you still wanted to enjoy the moment.

You took him whole, and with the help of your right hand, there was no spot left unattended. The left palm took care of his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them. Your ego grew at how tight, how swollen they were getting from your touch.

Your tongue tended every vein, every single inch of his cock as if you tried to ease the throbbing but you were only making it worse. He was getting even harder with every lick, every suck.

At that moment, you held all the power. The lewd sounds your mouth made in contact with his manhood had him going crazy. His head fell back from waves of pleasure, and you fed on this sight.

"Fuuuck…" he whined when you switched the act and your lips focused on the tip. You sucked him vigorously, rubbed him against your tensed tongue while your hand jerked him off.

"Aah fuck baby." He grunted.

Seonghwa loved the attention, but since appetite came with eating, he wanted more. He needed you to go faster. Instinctively, he grabbed your head and positioned himself to have a ideal way while fucking your throat.

"Tell me you want that cock", his tone sounded like he was giving you an order, but with the way he looked you deep in the eye, you knew he was asking for your permission, "Tell me."

You released him from your lips, "I want it. I need that cock deep in my throat, Park."

At first he went slow, letting you adjust your breathing and to let you see how far he would go.

He was bigger on a thick side rather than long, which you were thankful for. Still, his length was enough to make you choke a little.

With stroking his hips, you let him know he could go faster. Seonghwa didn't have to be told twice as it was all he waited for.

"Your mouth is perfect, Alani", he grinned, eyes hazy in pleasure, "As it was made for me."

You devoured him with your mouth and eyes. The vision of him, all blushed and hot was all you needed to overflow between your legs. His frowned forehead, parted lips and heavy breathing made you feel powerful.

"Mhm.." You hummed in excitement at the view.

Seonghwa fastened the pace of his slim, muscular hips, hearing you were having fun on his expanse. He fucked your mouth mercilessly, now his tip hitting the back if your throat. You choked and your eyes became watery but you bravely maintained the peace.

"Holy shiiit" he cursed and panicked as the pleasure began building up too fast.

He quickly pulled out, strings of your drool still connected him with your mouth.

"You almost made me cum, angel."

"I wouldn't let you in the first place.'' You said sweetly despite the hoarse voice, " I want that cum inside another hole."

Seonghwa laughed and patted your head.

"Come here."

He helped you get up. Without a word he wiped your chin and collected the tears with his thumbs. You probably looked ridiculous but he enjoyed it. Then he pulled you closer by your waist.

The kiss was soft and slower compared to the previous one as if he tried to calm both of you down. Using this moment, he took a step forward, forcing you to gently fall along with him on the bed. The affection of his lips switched to your neck, sucking and nibbling on it.

"Aah." You flinched from the stinging pain and you realized he just graced you with a hickey.

"Just leaving my mark.” He informed you nonchalantly.

"What for?" You frowned at him.

"It'll be fun to know you struggle to hide it." He explained nonchalantly while getting busy with your breasts.

"It's gonna fade anyway."

He gazed at you with a mysterious smile, "Then I'll make another one."

Not letting you react to this promise, he released his long tongue to take care of your erect nipples.

"Aah Seonghwa."

The not so gentle massage and desperate sucking onto your bosoms made you wiggle underneath him. The man twisted your buds between his fingers, his wet tongue circling around them. He smacked them from time to time which had your pussy quiver in anticipation.

Slowly, something seemed to be waking up in him. Something dark, something unforgiving. The glow in his eyes changed. You picked up wildness and danger. It screamed at you to run but you couldn't, you didn't want to.

"I'm so wet." You decided to bring out the beast.

"Oh, I'm not missing on that." He grunted and slid down on you, granting your skin with pecks here and there.

Your legs were gently spread, and Seonghwa watched you closely, reading you like an opened book. It felt like ages as he studied your dripping, throbbing folds to the point you felt slight waves of embarrassment crawling up your cheeks.

"S-stop looking." You begged.

"No." He chuckled, eyes kept staring, "I like to take my time to look at my property."

You didn't respond to that. Your mind could not form a thought. There was so much going on.

But he wanted you to answer his claim. The man's hands slithered in from your thighs to your waist and grabbed it tightly.

His dark pupils glared at you, "Say it's mine."

"I don't belong to no one else but myself." You didn't sound confident.

"That's why you sent nudes to random men and can't make yourself cum? I always thought independence comes with self handling? Or am I wrong?" He asked sarcastically.

Thumb started massaging your clit in circle motions, slow, lazily. You were too sensitive, too vulnerable after a whole day of tiring arousal clouding your mind, burdening your body. The moans were impossible to control. His touch was too good, irresistible.

"Let's start again then." He grinned, watching how your pussy throbbed under his face. "Is this little pussy mine?"

Seonghwa did not receive an answer he wanted, and loud whimpers were not enough for him.

"Please don't stop." You begged when his hand left your body to reach something on the side. "Seong–"

Your white lace panties you almost ripped off yourself earlier that evening magically found themselves in his hand and ended up in your mouth as your savior pushed them in there.

Attempts to spit them out were futile due to absolute dryness caused by the consuming neediness. You also didn't try to take them out. Seonghwa quickly grabbed your wrists and held them about your head.

You could only watch as his perfect naked body laid on your right side. Your right leg got caught between his knees, while your left ankle was trapped under his right foot. He had you silenced and all spread on the sheets, caged in the position there was no escape from.

He looked you deep in the eyes.

"You're not really talkative today. Are you, Alani?" He growled. "Well, that'll change in a second."

The first slap on your folds shocked you, but what surprised you even more was the way your body reacted to it. It felt good, too good. The pain danced along with the pleasure which you had never experienced before.

Another muted whimper escaped your chords as your pussy lips met with a quick smack. He seemed to target your folds with the unforgiving slaps and then give a slow massage to your clit.

"Has the other S dude never slapped that smart-ass pussy?" He snickered, seeing your big eyes. Smack fell upon your cunt again, "He missed out. Your whimpers are to die for."

With every next slap, it hurt more, but also the pleasure doubled. Him massaging your bud in between, had you melt in the perfect combination of pain and bliss. But you needed to cum and the stinging pain controlled the process. You knew what he wanted to gain from that.

His face buried in your neck, with his lips brushing your ear.

"Is this pussy mine?' The whisper slid through his teeth. You shivered at the vibration he sent down your body.

You moaned quietly in confirmation. It was his. You were his for as long as he wanted. You were desperate for his fingers inside you.

"I. Did. Not. Hear you."

Four fast and powerful smacks attacked your reddened folds, and you could help but scream and wiggle from the sensation. No matter the panties in your mouth, you nodded eagerly, trying to shout what he wanted you to say.

He smiled, satisfied, and eliminated the obstacle from your mouth.

"Did I hear it right?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, it's yours. I'm all yours." You recited as fast as your breath allowed you.

That was when you realized there was no possibility to play bratty with this man. The moment he stepped into your room, you were his to play with. Calling him by his name suddenly seemed disrespectful, and you didn’t want to oppose him anymore.

"Good girl." He caressed your cheeks to calm you down. "Was it worth it? Playing brave, hmm?"

"No, it wasn't, sir." You whispered as his lips hung over yours with the promise of the sweetest kiss.

"Exactly." He grunted. "What I say is holy. Obedience is awarded while misbehavior…"

He waited for you to finish.

"...is punished."

"Smart girl." He grinned before locking his lips with yours.

While your pussy tried to recover from the punishment, your lips got blessed with one of the sweetest kisses you had ever had. Seonghwa took his time to taste you, putting a slow and gentle pressure. He skillfully shifted from one lip to another just to finally let your tongues meet and make the kiss wetter, hotter. You were released from the caging position as he moved to hover over you.

His lips left your mouth but never your skin. Leaving a wet trace, not forgetting about teasing your swollen breasts and erect nipples, he went down on you.

The desire pooled between your thighs as he got face to face with your womanhood. The way he marked your inner thighs with juicy, loud kisses was cute, but the look in his eyes when he looked at you was far from that.

Seonghwa had already shown you. He was dangerous. Manipulative and possessive, using ugly tactics to get what he wanted. Maybe it was your body, in a desperate need of release that made you ignore it, but you enjoyed him like this. A little too much.

"If you cooperate, you'll get everything you want." He said with a tone like he was about to boop your nose. But he has different plans.

You inhaled sharply the moment your clit was embraced by his soft lips. He wasn't in a hurry to help you out. Slow, full licks soothed your sore folds. Only when he sensed you were alright to put more pressure, he changed his approach. The tongue dived deeper into your slit, right into your wetness.

The pleased murmuring that shook his chords attacked your core. You were severely throbbing on his tongue, satisfying his taste buds as well as his ego. You arched your back in overcoming delight as the first orgasmic shocks poked your nerves. The wet noises and your untamed moaning bounced between the wall of your bedroom.

You looked at him as you felt his tongue tensing, hardening against your folds and moved onto your clit. The pace of his tongue lapping was immediate, fast and indisputable.

Unconsciously, your legs attempted to cage him between, but Seonghwa was having none of it. His hands firmly grabbed your under knees, almost pinning them against your chest. Now he had access to both your pretty holes. His tongue melted with your cunt, salivating all over it. His drool was thick and flooding. You watched how the pace he was gracing you with caused all the wetness to turn into a foamy matter. The view itself was enough to chase the ecstasy to crush into you.

"Holy shiit, Park!" You cried out. "I'm cumming."

Seonghwa detached from you at the sound of his last name.

"Who the fuck you think you're talking to?" He growled out dangerously while grinning maniacally.

You didn't dare to whine from denied orgasm. The man hovering above your dripping cunt wasn't a type to tease and to disrespect. The bliss clouded your mind. You were in the wrong here.

"I'm sorry, sir." You cried out in desperation, shaking on your body. "I'm so sorry. Your mouth fucks me so good it makes me stupid. Forgive me."

"Damn, Alani. You know what to say to melt my heart, don't you?"

"Please sir, let me cum." You were close to tears.

"Oh, I will." He promised, which sounded more like a threat.

One arm was enough to keep your legs in place. And then he was glued to your clit again, returning to the previous sweet torture. But Seonghwa couldn't resist that hole of yours, basically screaming for him to fuck it.

Two fingertips first massaged the inside of your folds in up and down motions. They traced your slit, the edges of your oozing entrance. Despite your trembling of anticipation for his digits to pound inside you, you still were unprepared how fast and deep he stuck them in.

You sobbed at the rough but fullfilling treatment.

As his tongue twirled on your clit, his fingers studied you. Seonghwa wanted to know how soft and warm you were, how tight were those walls of yours. He was about to lose his mind from the way you cramped around his digits. You were so close.

"Seonghwa!" You screamed and that one word was all you could master.

He smiled and grunted in confirmation. It was time to watch you break for the first time in front of his eyes. At last.

Your body felt like falling off the cliff of crushing ecstasy. It seemed like the time slowed down, your eyes went blurry and your ears filled with the buzzing sound of all the vibrations going through you like electric waves.

Seonghwa rode your orgasm, leading it everywhere he wanted. He fed on the sight of you arched back and hands sloppily massaging your breasts. The man slowly decreased the speed of his fingers fucking you to let your orgasm peacefully fade. He wanted to see it all.

Breathing heavily, you sunk in your bed again and looked at him. You watched your essence coating his fingers and dripping down his chin.

"You like it like that, don't you, doll?" He said with a devilish grin. "Wet and messy."

"Yes, sir." You whimpered at the sight of his body as he sat up.

He grabbed your thighs and slid his own, tanned and muscular legs underneath them. Seonghwa was now sitting down with your thighs embracing his tiny waist.

You flinched at the sudden touch and weight of his fat, hard like stone cock on your cunt that throbbed more with every second. The low whine left your lips as he grabbed his pride and slapped your folds a few times as if it was a meet and greet.

"I'm finally getting my dick sink inside that little pussy of yours, baby." He hissed in anticipation. "You need daddy's cock real bad, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, daddy. I need it badly." You begged, inviting him with sensual movements of your hips.

You both whined, him at your tightness and warmth, and you at his mass stretching you out incredibly.

You needed a moment to yourself to adjust, but he didn't plan to be thoughtful anymore.

"Y-you're so t-thick."

You felt his hands slide underneath your waist and with one strong pull, you crushed into his torso. With all strength, you tried to pull yourself up on his arms to control the speed of how deep you were sinking onto him in that position but no use.

"Oh my fuck!" You cursed as his cock mercilessly invaded you until his balls made it impossible to go further.

Seonghwa smiled, all cocky at your struggle to take him in, "You can take him, baby. I know you can."

With a powerful smack, he grabbed your ass and forced it to move against him. You moaned at the suddenness of it but you understood the digression. Slowly but decisively, you began grinding him. You were so full of him and could not stop loud moans from leaving your lips every time you moved. His girth put amazing pressure on your cramping walls, rubbing every sensitive spot of your interiors.

With every next grind, you felt more comfortable to fasten your pace. You tightened the embrace around his neck and looked him in the eyes. He raised an eyebrow, clearly challenging you. And you accepted the challenge.

Slowly, you pushed him onto the bed, your fingertips drawing lines on his torso. You put your hips in a faster pace the moment his hands grabbed your waist.

His eyes watched you closely, learning every detail about you by heart. Your bitten lip, hazy gaze, the way your breasts waved as you rocked body back and forth. Seonghwa couldn't help himself as his hands wandered higher and grasped your bosoms to squeeze them together. Your nipples begged to be sucked but you wanted him to stay in that position.

You pushed him when seeing he began to raise himself up to suck on them, "No."

You wanted to sound firm but his thick cock, overtaking you caused your voice to pathetically crack.

His laugh really showed he was underestimating you. It made you angry, even being in the state you were in. You leaned over and caged his head between your hands. He couldn't hold a moan when your pussy began stroking him in a merciless manner. You needed to see him losing control, crying out your name and begging you to stop. However this new position affected you as well. His tip now had a clean path to your sweet spot.

"Come on." He teased as your face started showing the signs of weakness. Seonghwa was not going to let you have any power over him.

Your hips swayed as you found a perfect angle. Not able to stop, you focused on fucking yourself off. It felt too good, too perfect to let his arrogance take the first place.

"That's what I thought." He summed your failed challenge.

With this, you immediately had his hand around your neck, making your face hang close, right above his. Seonghwa enjoyed you, not wanting to let go of any second on having you brainless because of him.

Your grinds lost their power and turned sloppy. The way your walls cramped around his length and how you shivered let him know you were close.

The grasp on your neck tightened. You watched how he bared his teeth.

"Don't you dare to cum without my command."

"P-Please.."

"NOT without my command."

You stopped moving and stayed like that, with his cock buried deep inside you. But the orgasm couldn't be tamed.

"I can't ho-old it." You stuttered out, fighting as hard as you could.

"I don't care." He was unforgiving, torturing you seemed the best fun. Seeing a chance, he pinned his pelvis against you. You didn't know what he was thinking would happen to you when having his dick going even deeper so suddenly.

You came undone in an instant, moaning loud apologies, pleading for forgiveness. But Seonghwa was not having it. Your hands got twisted and interlocked behind your back, held by the strong grip of his hand. You fell onto him, your head resting on his collarbone.

"Lesson time." He growled, threatening.

With another hand on your lower back, there was no escape from his plans. The pace he put into smashing inside you was crazy. Despite him being underneath you, in a not so comfortable position. His stamina was out of this world if he was able to uphold the tempo he went for. Seonghwa was heartless with the way he attacked your overstimulated womanhood.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Wait a second! Let me-aahh"

You had no right to speak or refuse. Not after disobeying him right into his face. Now, all you could do was allow him to wreak havoc inside you while feeding his cocky side with your whines and screams.

His right hand sneaked down from your lower back. The sudden invasion of his middle finger inside your ass was shocking but also very welcome as it only added to the pleasure. He had done it many times, you were sure of that. And he knew it worked miracles.

Seonghwa attacked your sweet spot from both sides, having an entire control over your holes while his pubic area rubbed onto your clit over and over.

"Aaah fuck." You couldn’t afford to scream or even moan. All you let out was a whisper that he might've not even heard. The tears of overwhelming pleasure fell from your rolled up eyes. Your next release came fast, having you shake on your whole body.

“Yees, baby.” He growled, amused in his madness of razing you. “Give it all to me.”

Only when having you spasming in pure ecstasy again Seonghwa shifted in his movements. Directing your hips against his waving pelvis, he made you ride your orgasm with deep and slow grinds. You were in heaven with the way the pleasure was reaching every cell in your body as his mass twitched inside of you.

The moment he let go of your body, you torpidly rolled off of him. The cold sheet embraced your burning body. But Seonghwa only allowed you to rest for a short second. You didn’t notice that he got off the bed. Now he stood beside it, right beyond your head.

He waited.

You gathered your strength to sit down, facing him.

His perfect, naked proportion flooded your eyesight. Seonghwa was gorgeous, now standing tall with his hands behind his back and his whole body for your hungry eyes. His caramel skin glistened in sweat. Every muscle was enhanced from the ridiculous workout he did while fucking you into a oblivion. His cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, was ready to explode. You desired him more and more. The familiar excitement began filling you again.

Seonghwa watched you, satisfied by your state and feeding on your admiration as you were eyeing him up and down like a starving lioness.

He grinned at you, “All four for me. Now.”

You took a few deep breaths, preparing yourself for another set of pleasure soon coming your way. Deep down in your mind, you tried to kill the fear before the unknown. Seonghwa just took what he wanted, making sure you wouldn't be able to let him go. And you were afraid of it.

You did as he said. Now, with your ass stuck out, offered to him, you whimpered in neediness. Feeling his weight on the bed, you rolled your hips, inviting him to take care of you faster.

He groped your cheeks and massaged them, smacking them in between before spreading them wide to watch the stage he enjoyed so much performing on.

You heard him inhaling sharply at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“You cum so much, baby. I can’t be worse, can I?”

“Seonghwa-” you whined at the feeling of his tip painting abstracts with you cum on your slit and higher, on your asshole.

The way your pussy shamelessly throbbed had his head spinning. It was a sweet invitation he couldn’t say no to, that he would never say no to. It was his turn to focus on his own release. The need to flood you made his mask of sanity slowly slip.

You had been roaming in his mind from the moment he laid his eyes on you for the first time. The fact that you were his best friend’s little sister only added the fuel to the flame. You were forbidden, out of reach. And as if his prayers were heard, you called for him tonight.

He entered you powerfully, and after one series of firm pushes that had you melt like butter, you felt a sudden pressure against your asshole. Whatever that was, it was hard, cold and pretty big. You tried to steal a glimpse of what it was, but the position made it impossible. However, you managed to see the glow of silver.

Your toy. He must’ve picked up from the ground where you threw all the useless tools. Damn, the man was perceptive. As if he knew, you always used that one for your anal masturbation.

Quickly, you laid your upper body on the bed, making your ass protruding even more for him to ruin.

“Filthy doll.” he chuckled, enjoying this more than he wanted to admit. You were responding to his every idea. You were a dream lover to his twisted nature.

The metal went in slowly but decisively. You accepted it proudly, familiar with the feeling. Now, with both your holes stuffed, you had to bite the sheets from the sensation. The lewdness took over and your self-respect got locked up somewhere in the deepest void.

You were ready for Seonghwa to do the worst to you.

The tight grip on your hip would definitely leave bruises but you couldn’t care less. That was all you needed today in your high level of arousal - the man to absolutely demolish you.

You loved the primal and animalistic feeling of being taken from behind. He pounded inside you, having the best access to your most sensitive spots. The pace was firm and even but too slow for your desperation to cum again. You knew it was his turn to chase the high. However, you have to feel more.

You reached for the toy and began fucking your ass with it, even though Seonghwa initially wanted it to fill you and stay there as he takes care of your pussy.

"Holy fuck." You blurted out from the pleasure of the double penetration.

Seonghwa wasn't a fan of it. He watched your hand pomp that toy inside your ass. Was he third wheeling right now? He felt the unexplainable needle of anger to stun his pride. The main joy was supposed to come from his cock, not from a synthetic, fake version of it.

“You've got to be kidding me.” He grunted in disbelief.

The toy immediately disappeared, ripped from your hand and thrown somewhere onto the floor. When it came to you, you ended up on your back, with a whole raging bull between your legs.

“Seong-”

“Don’t stop looking at me?” He commanded, seeing how your eyes wandered around to understand what was happening.

And you listened.

You looked deep in those dark eyes when he raised your hips up and let his cock slid inside your ass, replacing the toy. The further he penetrated you, the more you trembled. Seonghwa grinned at your face, contorting with a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I’m so fu-ull.” You moaned between fast breaths.

“And so fucking tight.” He smiled, struggling to keep his cool. “I will work you out in a minute, don’t worry, baby.”

You engulfed his thickness, overwhelmed by the intensity of when he began slowly thrusting inside you. You could already tell that the next orgasm would be the reason for you developing an obsession for that man. Unhealthy obsession.

Seonghwa did not stop holding your gaze, making sure your eyes remained glued to him, despite them wanting to roll up from the bliss. His impatient thumb found a way to your pussy and dived in, while the rest of four fingers laid flat on your clit.

“You’re gonna take it all. Every thrust, every grind, every drop.”

The pace fastened, and you couldn’t hold it anymore. Your body arched, hand grasping onto the sheets. He seemed to be everywhere, surrounding you from all sides. You were so full of him, owned and possessed.

Seonghwa knew it was time to let all the demons out. He needed to cum, fast and intense. He desired to flood your tight walls while your unsatisfied cunt coat his fingers with your hot cum.

“Fuck fuck.” He was close, really close.

The man raised up on his feet, forcing your pelvis to go even higher. His right hand embraced your neck and made you look at him again. You were meant to watch him make you his. You grabbed his arms all adorned with popping veins, looking how he positioned himself above you.

There was no delicacy this time, no mercy. He fucked your asshole like his well being depended on it. He listened to your loud, high pitched moans and whines. You were glad you lived in a house and not in an apartment. You would not have been able to look your neighbors in the eye the next day.

The thumb gave its place to two fingers that tips quickly found a way to your g-spot.

“Oh my fuuck!”

It was too much, too heavy for the last thin string holding you together. Your protracted whine gave you away along with the increased cramping on your walls both around his digits and cock.

Seonghwa was quick to take advantage of it.

“Who does your ass belong to, huh? Who does your pussy belong to?” He demanded an answer, tightening the grasp around your neck, pushing his dick and fingers even deeper. “Who do you belong to?”

You were coming with his name on your lips, crying it out loud as waves of electrifying blissfulness washed over you, one greater than previous. You were right. The obsession over Seonghwa was inevitable. He was more than you would have wished for, with his knowledge how to make you go crazy and his thick, perfect cock.

As the first spasm hit his body, his hand left your neck to support himself on your spread legs. He was ready to welcome the crushing ecstasy.

“Holy fuck. Take it all like a good girl I know you can be-”

The man couldn’t say anything more. The pleasure only allowed his chords to birth grunts, and when he came undone, the most beautiful moans were sent your way. You could feel any throb and twitch of his cock as he shot a hot load inside your walls. He came a lot, which immediately leaked out of you when Seonghwa slid out of you.

Breathing hard, he slowly laid your hips down onto the bed and fell beside you. The sex, as well as proceding it, exhausting arousal drained both of you. You laid there, dripping in sweat and cum, trying to bring your sanity back on earth.

“You’re perfect.”

Him suddenly voicing his thoughts, had you surprised but you also wanted to let him know what you were thinking of him.

“You’re perfect.”

“Really? Then I don’t feel like letting you go.”

“Then don’t.”

You looked at him, Seonghwa was already watching you. The moment he noticed he had your attention, he graced you with a most heartwarming smile. With his hair all wet and messy, with sweat pouring down his face, he was breathtaking. He was just wrecking your holes a minute ago and now there he was, cute, making you melt.

“Come on.” He suddenly got up and quickly walked over to your side.

You blinked in disbelief of him still having some energy, “Where?”

“First you need to pee”, he picked you up and began walking to the bathroom, “And then we’re taking a long shower."

“So you can be gentle.” You giggled, embracing his neck.

He raised his brow in a joking manner, “Sweetheart, I always take responsibility for my actions.”

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honeybadger16 · 11 months

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How f1 drivers would cuddle with you

Pairings: C.L., C.S., M.V., C.P., L.H., G.R., P.G., L.N., D.R., and M.S. x reader

Warnings: fluff??

a/u: I didn't write all for all the drivers on the grid, just the ones I had inspiration to write for, if I didn't write for a driver you wanted to read about please message me and I'll write for them too :))) I hope you enjoy!

Charles Leclerc

Charles would want to cuddle 24/7 with you if he could. He'd prefer to be the big spoon so he can wrap his hands around you and pull you closer to him. He also likes to smell your shampoo/perfume when he leans in to give small kisses on your neck. The type of cuddler that brings you closer to him when you try to get out of bed.

Carlos Sainz

Carlos would move to cuddle with you when a movie is playing or the two of you are just relaxing on the couch. He likes it when you lay your head on his chest so he can play with your hair and still pay attention to the screen in front of him. At night, the set up is usually the same, especially when he had been gone from home for a longer period of time, he holds you closer to him by wrapping an arm around you.

Max Verstappen

Max is the biggest softie. Usually cuddles before bed and loves being the small spoon, but he'll never say it out loud. Wrapping your arms and legs around his taller body puts him right to sleep. He likes holding your hands when they're around him. His cats usually stay at the end of the bed with the two of you. Bonus points if you play with his hair.

Checo Perez

I can see Checo moving around a lot when it comes to cuddling, but he wants to feel a part of you at all times. He would like it when you put your hands on his chest and talk with him about your guy's day before falling asleep. He also likes to cuddle right after the both of you shower and use the lotion he really likes on you.

Sir Lewis Hamilton

O lord, where do I begin. He would be a 10/10 cuddler. He would help you pick out the most comfortable (and stylish) pajamas to wear while he would probably to go bed without a shirt. Having Roscoe next to the two of you is a must and sometimes you wake up with him in the middle of you two. Lewis wouldnt mind any position, but he prefers being the big spoon. He would go all out too, preparing a bath for the two of you, massaging you with the best oils, and doing skin care together.

George Russell

Refuses to be the little spoon. (You've convinced him once or twice) Being taller than most people he would want his body wrapped around yours when cuddling. He also doesn't wear a shirt to bed and opts for long pants or shorts. Likes to go on his phone right before bed and tell you all the gossip he reads about (Pierre sends him screenshots).

Pierre Gasly

I think Pierre is the type to sleep naked lol. But if he has to wear something, you'll usually see him in boxers. Cuddling with Pierre would be a treat because he's either staying up late to play video games with Yuki or waking up early to go work out. I also see him being a radiator, emitting a lot of heat when he is sleeping. Pierre prefers to sleep on his back so anything position like that works for him.

Lando Norris

Lando would interesting to cuddle with,,, this boy would move around 100 times in one night. First he'd be the big spoon, move to sleep on your chest, and finally sleep in a starfish position lol. Lando will cuddle with you in the daytime preferably. He usually has you sit on his lap like a koala when he is gaming on his computer. When Lando loses in a game he'll accidentally curse in your ear, but give you lots of kisses to make up for it.

Daniel Ricciardo

Daniel's love language is physical touch and being near you all the time. It is a necessity to cuddle with him after returning from a trip. He'll be the big spoon and dig his face in your neck bringing you close as physically possible. If you're facing each other he'll trace the lines on your face bringing you to sleep faster. Daniel is a light snorer and feels bad about it lol.

Mick Schumacher

Mick is such a cute cuddler. He loves to have the air conditioning on blast, so expect him to have like three blankets. However, he's a blanket hogger and will have all three blankets on him. He would want to hug you, facing you and having your legs intertwined. Mick is a light sleeper, so every movement you make he'll notice.

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koorminii · 2 years

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WHAT LIES IN THE DARK — bang chan (m)

What was supposed to be a chill night alone turns into a fight for your life; Chan has been watching you, waiting for the best moment to strike, and he’s finally found the right time — but why are you so utterly enticing?

pairing: bang chan x f!reader

genre: enemies to lovers (?)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: CHAN IS A SERIAL KILLER, NO EXPLICIT MURDER SCENES, predator and prey dynamics, mentions of murder/violence, breeding, mating press, degrading, mentions of stalking, morally grey character, dumbification, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, pussy eating, oh and they have sex outside… on the ground. lmk if i’m missing anything !!!

authors note: I helped my friend sisi write this for her tumblr account, and she was nice enough to let me post my own partially edited version for chan!! so if you like jujutsu kaisen and wanna read this twice then go follow her at @kugokizs !! also holy shit i haven’t posted in almost two months 😭 the amount that i missed you all and missed writing is insane and the never-ending support even throughout my absence and inactivity means so much, i genuinely could never imagine anyone, let alone all of you, could like my writing as much as it seems you do, so thank you! i hope everyone is doing well 🫶

Bang Chan is a very sinister man.

He holds grudges, is very keen on practicing “eye for an eye”, and he holds dear his power over weak, vulnerable, young women. He prowls for the pleasure of it, for the thrill — to hear them beg for mercy, for one more chance. They beg on their knees as if he’s a God, the bringer of all evil, the grim reaper, the devil himself. And, Chan thinks, maybe he is. After all, who else could invoke such fear in people. Who else could cause someone to shiver just at the mention of his name? To run for the hills at any sign of danger. Who else could do what he does? No one, and that’s what makes him enjoy it even more.

Bang Chan is a very sinister man, and right now he has his eyes on you. It’s been months, bumping into you at the grocery store, handing you things that you’ve dropped accidentally, holding the door open for you, dropping food on your doorstep — he’s seen it all. Late nights with friends, early morning at university, skipping lunch to study in the library… Chan has been there. Watching, waiting, prowling. Ever since the first time he saw you he’s wanted you, to add you to his ever growing collection, to keep you, to make you his. You’re his. And the only one between you both who didn’t know that yet, was you.

He has a foot buried in your grass, a cap hanging low on his head and a knife tucked inside his jacket. He makes sure to move with precision, watching out for the automated sprinklers and for any animals that might come looking. After all this time he knows the routine well. He knows when you’re staying home all night, what time you usually shower, when you eat, everything. He knows you’re a naturally anxious person, jumping at any sudden movements or noises, and he also knows you’re careless. Blasting music on flimsy headphones, falling asleep to the sound in your ear, oblivious to the world around you. Oblivious to the devil creeping on your doorstep.

He crouches down low, your blinds open just enough that he can see you plopped down on your couch with a bowl of ice cream in hand and a silly movie playing on the TV. Your legs are curled up, oversized pajama pants falling over the soles of your feet, and your attention solely on what’s playing in front of you. Chan’s been inside your house before. On the rare days where he wasn’t following you around he made his way through the place, memorizing the layout, seeing which rooms were the most lived-in, taking his time to appreciate your bedroom and all it had to offer.

Drawers upon drawers of lingerie greeted him when he peaked inside — he didn’t think you had it in you. His fingerprints would’ve been all over the place if not for gloves, his face on every camera if he hadn’t known all the blindspots, and thank God you didn’t have cameras inside, because then it’d only make it harder for him, and if you wanted something a little less painful when your time was up, it was best you didn’t piss him off.

Though Chan thinks he might play with you a bit. You’re interesting, just anxious enough to get by yet careless and reckless enough to get caught in a stupid situation. You’re pretty — innocent in the sexiest way possible. You look like you’d go dumb for a taste of his cock and that’s exactly what he likes most about you, but he knows you’ve got a good head on your shoulders and he appreciates that, too.

The moon shines a ghastly glow over his features right as the end credits of the movie start to run, and that’s when he decides it’s time to play. He picks up a smooth, round, pebble — no bigger than a quarter, and throws it so that it hits the window pane. He crouches down just the smallest bit lower, eyes peeking over the blinds, and he trusts the darkness to obscure him. He knows that you won’t ever get close enough to actually look through them, and he’s right. Always so easily frightened, like a little lamb. You freeze where you’re sitting, head whipping around to look at where the sound came from, and you pause for only a few moments, watching and waiting to see if it comes again. At least a minute passes before you turn back to the TV, curling in on yourself and tucking your lip between your teeth.

Chan can barely stifle the chuckle that threatens to leave his lips, it feels like childish glee watching you get so scared from a measly little rock against your window, but he does it again, throwing it harder now, and the sound echoes so loudly that he can hear it bounce back from inside your living room. This time you stand up, looking back towards the window and stepping forward, head tilting downwards as you try to see through the blinds. You squint at the glare from your lights and otherwise stay silent. Chan is sure your heart is beating erratically, your hands starting to shake, and he thanks God that you have so many windows. You don’t sit back down, instead looking around the room and muting the TV. You stay like that for a long time, you’ve always been so overly paranoid, and it fills Chan with immense satisfaction to know that he’s the one doing this to you.

He walks away from the window, allowing you to rotate methodically on uneasy feet and a rapidly beating heart, creeping around to the back door and picking the locks. He’s already deactivated the back camera and dropped a cat by your front porch so it didn’t seem too suspicious that you weren’t getting alerts. He knows that’s it’s rare anything ever triggers the back camera, and you feel too secure with the gate locking it from the outside. He’s easily bypassed those barriers, and now he simply opens the door. He knows you have sensors to tell you when the door has been open and shut, and he didn’t bother shutting those off. He wants to see how scared you can really get.

He shuts the door and slips into the closet, covering his lone figure with various jackets and scarves that hang from the hooks. There’s boxes and bottles of cleaning supplies piled at the bottom, and they block his legs from view. He’s still, silent, and patient. He hears your footsteps rushing towards the door, your heavy breathing, your frantic whispers of “Oh God,” and his eyes all but roll back in undeniable pleasure. He’s going to ruin you.

Your footsteps get nearer before they stop, you’re most likely looking through the window of the now closed back door, hands trembling and knees weak in fear. You’re probably on the verge of tears, barely holding in a whimper. He doesn’t hear you step away, but he can see your shadow from under the door. Hmm. You’re trying to be cautious now, are you? Chan already knows this routine. You’ll run to grab your phone, call someone, try to get in your car and drive away. Maybe grab a large kitchen knife just in case, but what are the chances of you actually using it? Chan has practice, he’s skilled, he’s used to this. You, a lone studious girl who’s paranoid but way too careless for her own good, has never stabbed anyone in her life. Has never even imagined it, so what’s the chances of you dropping the knife before it can even plunge into him? Maybe trying to get away with a scratch in the arm or a stab to the leg, but Chan has enough scars for that to not even matter. He’ll keep coming and there’ll be nowhere for you to hide.

But he’s gonna let you try, let you think there’s a chance for you to run for the hills, that maybe you’ll get to some help in time. He’ll let that relieved smile flit itself upon your face before he comes back to rip that hope from your body, just to do it all over again until the fight leaves you completely. Maybe he’ll let you reach someone in time, someone innocent, and then kill them right in front of you. Make sure you realize that this is your fault, you did this, you put this innocent person in danger. You murderer. You killed them. You.

Chan realizes he has a lot to think about.

Your chest pounds with the rapid beating of your heart. Your legs barely hold your weight and threaten to crumble with every movement, shaking every time you stop and wobbling uncontrollably when you run. You grab a knife from the kitchen counter and run back to the living room and grab your phone. It all started with the random sounds coming from the window. They came out of nowhere, pounding harder and harder until they stopped completely. You had thought you saw someone moving behind the blinds but chalked it up to paranoia. It’s been raining a lot more recently, so maybe it was just the rain pouring down onto the windows.

You tried to go back to your movie after that, you had clutched your phone tightly despite reassuring yourself multiple times that it was nothing. There was nothing there. You were almost able to relax. Almost, before your security system alerted you of the back door opening. At that moment it felt like your heart had lurched out of your chest, as if the shock and fear had paralyzed and crippled you completely. The silence was suddenly too thick — too loud, and it was all you could do to attempt to heave yourself up and off the couch to investigate. You already knew you should never venture deeper, never look for the source of the sound, but you needed to see.

When you got to the back door it was already shut. You’d ventured on tippy toes to look through the small window and there was nothing there. Yet you couldn’t stop the way your breath left you in heavy gasps, the acrid smell of fear and anxiousness seeping from you in waves. You didn’t forget the closet right in front of the door, but you knew you’d never be able to open the door without shaky limbs. If there was someone in there, you’d let them leave of their own accord. You , however, were leaving immediately. You slowly stepped away, looking up to the ceiling and clutching your lip tightly between your teeth. Sweat formed at the top of your mouth and you felt like you were going to throw up. Your throat ached, your stomach was in knots, and you felt like you could collapse at any second.

You crossed the living room with amble speed, grabbing a jacket from the hook by your front door and running outside. Rain dropped down in an angered flurry, beating the pavement with troubled fists, and your shoes were soaked with water before you could fully cross your front lawn. You scrambled to get the car door open, throwing yourself inside ungracefully. The first thing you did was look in the backseat before locking the doors and wasted no time taking off out your driveway and into the streets. You wanted to play music, blast it even, it was what calmed you always and without it you were leaving yourself vulnerable to the fear you’d been trying to ignore. You’d be able to get away — far, far, away — and sometime in the future you’d forget this night ever happened. You’d contact the authorities, move somewhere tropical maybe, and pray they never came looking.

The fear was slowly starting to easen, there were no cars following you, no weird men in the road, nothing but the stars and the moon and the lone sound of rain. You were slowly starting to relax, allowing yourself to take a few deep breaths, before a hazard sign started blaring on your dashboard.

Flat tire.

Flat tire !??

You kept driving, desperate for a few more miles between you and home, but your car didn’t appreciate that, and you came to a stop. A fear-mongering, bone-chilling, stop.

You couldn’t afford to waste time. You had to keep moving. You jumped out the car, a tight grip on your knife in one hand and your phone in the other. Your feet splashed in large puddles, the streets lined with thick trees that had never looked so imposing until now. A quick look around told you that you were alone, but you couldn’t be sure. You kept moving, rushing but not moving too fast where the sounds of your splashing would drown any other noises out. Your hand curled tightly on the knife as if it was a lifeline, and your phone was inside your pocket — kept safe from the rain. Streetlights shined down from above, blinding white lights that illuminated the entire area before you, and you were grateful for it but loathed it all at the same time. Bright lights mean you could see everything around you, but it also meant anything around could see you too.

Your breath was shaky, every exhale felt like it would be your last, but you didn’t stop moving. The brushing of trees or a snap of a branch would make you jump and squeal in fear just to see it was a product of the wind or your own feet pressing against wood. Ahead you could see the shadows of houses, loud and imposing in structure, and your legs carried you faster with a new found determination. Your vision was blurry with tears of relief and raindrops that sat on your eyelashes, just to be blocked by something — something warm and soft, something sturdy, something breathing.

You couldn’t help the shrill scream that left your lips, but it was drowned out by the storm anyway. You stomped hard on his boot and sliced, not sure if you hurt him but giving yourself a chance to run away. Your legs pumped with adrenaline, your eyes wide in fright. Your grip on the knife only got even tighter, your nails embedding themselves lightly in your palm, but you had to keep going. Any noises became muffled as you ran, the sounds of trees rustling in the wind, rain slapping against the pavement, your feet slamming against the ground. His own feet moving leisurely behind you. It all became nothing but background noise to the pounding of your heart.

You screamed at the top of your lungs but it was to no use. Every clap of thunder, every downpour against shut windows, every burst of lightning fought for the right to be heard and you were losing. Your legs never stopped moving, you never stopped screaming, but you were reaching a dead end. There was nowhere to go. If you stopped to knock on someone’s door there was no guarantee they’d come open it, and it would allow him to catch up to you way too quickly. You couldn’t hide in any abandoned homes or under any structures because he’d surely see you, and that’d only trap you. Briefly, you contemplated running into the forest, but it was so dark. You didn’t know where you were going, you’d probably get lost and lead yourself right into his arms.

“There you are, little lamb.”

The whimper that leaves your lips has Chan grinning in delight. He surges forward, trapping you between strong arms and a broad chest, pressing against you tightly and dragging you backwards. You claw at his arms, kick your feet, and use the knife to slash at any part of his body that you could. You didn’t make it easy, and you could hear him growl in frustration. He tipped the knife out of your hands and then gripped your arm with a frightening intensity, you bit your lip to stop the cry of pain from leaving your mouth.

“Stop fighting.”

Ugh, get off me!” You cried, and you bit at the skin of his arm, hard, and he pushed you off, allowing you to fall flat on your back. You groaned, rolling over on your side before a dark shadow loomed over you. You winced, your eyes shutting in fear before strong fingers gripped your chin.

“Not so fiesty anymore? We were having lots of fun,” He cooed, a devilish grin forming on his — and you hate to say it — near perfect features. The only blemish on his face was the long scar over his eye, and even that made him look attractive. You lost your breath for a short moment, staring into unforgiving eyes and at pearly white teeth, before you came back to your senses and jerked your knee upwards into a firm abdomen. When the man didn’t even bother to pretend to be hurt you did it again, but this time you used your arms to push him backwards as well. He stumbled just a little, but it was enough for you to jump to your feet and start running back in the direction you came.

“You’ll stop if you know what’s good for you,” The man grumbled, but you didn’t stop moving. You wouldn’t. You didn’t bother screaming for help this time and ran straight through unforgiving trees and underbrush. You weren’t worried about getting lost anymore and could only focus on losing him and getting away.

Except he must’ve known, because gone was the leisurely pace he’d originally held. He ran through the trees with crippling speed, and it was all you could do not to yelp in fear and keep moving. But it didn’t seem like any speed you took was fast enough, for he kept getting closer and closer. It was just your luck that you’d trip over the roots of a large tree, falling flat on your face. You attempted to scramble backwards before he could reach you, but your limbs were growing tired, your brain was ready to shut off, and not even the adrenaline could keep the paralyzing fear from your veins. you whimpered as a large hand grabbed at your ankle, dragging you through the mud and leaves.

“Come on, little lamb, don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”

All you could do is bite your lip to stop the whimpers and cries from flooding out. You squeezed your eyes shut, stiffening when soft lips brushed against your skin. “We can have fun, can’t we?” He murmured, and your breath left you in a shudder. Calloused hands rubbed against the skin exposed by the lift of your shirt, and small puffs of breath knocked against the shell of your ear. “Do you wanna have fun?”

Your heart kicks up a notch when he slides a warm hand up your shirt. You can feel the way his fingers ghost over your skin with an unnatural intensity, as if his touch is amplified tenfold.

“Look at me,” He growls, your eyes opening at his command against your better judgement. His pupils are dilated, staring down at you with desire. The way he looks at you is an awakening, and with a foreign feeling surging through you, you bury your fingers into the collar of his shirt, bringing him down for a kiss. It’s a little awkward with your apprehension, your fear, your desire to just give up — all teeth and clumsy movements until he takes the lead. He licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before— kissing you into submission.

"I wonder why you're so pretty, hm? Been torturing me for months, sweet thing," He hums, pressing your thighs apart, tongue pushing against yours, his lips cherry red. You want to kiss him again.

Your breath hitches when his hands move to your pants, slipping under the hem and unbuttoning the fabric. When he pulls your pants down slowly, so slowly it feels like time stands still, all that’s on your mind is him. His breathing, his touch, the cold feeling of his fingers. When your pink, lacy panties come into view the chuckle Chan lets out is so deep it feels like a heavy blanket over your mind, soothing you yet igniting something in you that you didn’t know existed. God, you’re in the demon's bed but you feel like you’ve gotten a taste of heaven, and when those soft, cherry red lips ghost over your skin, trailing over your pelvis, leaving light kisses along your skin, all you can do is jerk in his hold.

"Pretty little lambs deserve to know what it feels like to have me right here,” Chan starts, leaning down to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. He bites and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet whimpers and yelps. He slides a hand up between your thighs and rubs between your folds, still covered by your lacy panties. “Aren’t you scared?” Chan murmurs, before splitting them to rub your clit through the fabric. You feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before it gets stuck— you can’t make a sound.

You faintly hear the rustle of clothing and the absence of Chan’s touch, opening your eyes to see him pulling his shirt off, biceps flexing as he does. He’s so big, and fuck, his whole body could cover your own if he really wanted. He towers over you, caging you in and surrounding you from all sides. When his shirt is off and thrown somewhere to the floor, he looms over you, his hands pressing into the ground at either side of your head, and all you can do is gasp— your eyes widening at his proximity.

You allow him to pull your underwear down until they’re hanging off your ankle, your arousal sticks to the fabric, but with a flick of his wrist they’re gone. They’re gone. Oh god. You’re really doing this. You take a deep breath, and when a warm hand comes to press against your cheek you yelp. It’s okay. You’re okay. Right?

Soft lips press against your skin, tainting the unmarked flesh with bites and bruises. He paints your neck purple and blue, fingers ghosting between your thighs, tracing and playing with the obvious wetness coating your arousal. His mouth travels upwards, pressing against your own as he claims your lips in a devouring kiss. Everything is on fire, hot and burning as lust begins to entirely consume you.

A small moan slips past your lips as he dips a finger into your slick, warm cunt, and you clench around the digit almost immediately as instinct. The cool air and your nerves make your thighs tremble, but it doesn’t seem to affect him— not at all— if the way he keeps eye contact with you while he fingers you slowly is any indicator. Painfully slow. You don’t know if this is to pleasure you or torture you, and you can’t help the way your thighs tense under his ministrations.

Look at you. His eyes roam over the look on your face, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, bright eyes glazed over and hooded in a bliss that’s otherwise foreign to you, a particular ease directed towards him. Then he shamelessly lets his eyes drop down to your thighs that tremble even harsher under his gaze. The action only forces his mind to run wild. He can’t help but wonder how you do it. God, you don’t know what real pleasure is— and it’s Chan’s job to teach you. Fuck, did he want to be under you, gazing up at you through half lidded eyes, hungrily eating up the sight of you bouncing on his cock like the slut you could be.

He dips his head down, and your hands automatically perch themselves on his shoulders. He grins, moving the finger thrusting into your cunt harsher, faster.

“Oh, god,” You moaned, loud, your grip on his bare shoulders tightening ever so slightly. His skin was warm under your fingers— soft and smooth and fuck if it didn’t feel good.

He groaned, cock stiffening more than it already had. At this rate he was probably going to cum in his pants untouched, but he held himself back. He moved his mouth from yours to slip lower, down lower and lower still until he came face to face with your arousal.

“Fuck. You’re driving me crazy.”

You tried to quiet your moans by clamping a hand over your mouth, but sitting up and watching the way he sucked and licked at your arousal made your head spin. He made the action so nasty. So filthy. He was wild yet careful. But what did you know? All you knew was that it was driving you insane and you didn’t know anything could feel this good.

One hand supports his weight on the ground by your head while the other is preoccupied, curled around his cock as he stares down at you— something akin to a beast in his gaze. Tip reddened and precum oozing from the slit while he groans. The tingly feeling in your groin was coming back, similar to the fluttering you always felt whenever a boy you liked would come bother you. It intensifies when Chan wraps your legs around his waist and pulls you closer to him, your body dragging grass from under you.

He rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy, teasing actions feeling more like torture before he finally sinks in. Slowly, deliberately, but you still tense. It’s scary, having something stick itself inside of you. Having him stick himself inside you.

“Relax,” Chan murmurs, pressing his mouth to your cheek. “You’re having fun, right?”

Dark eyes are locked intensely on your cunt, Chan watching the slide of his cock as he thrusts inside. His hair is plastered along his forehead, and he sinks back into your inviting walls with another roll of his hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You moan, high and light, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss while Chan’s chest expands with a satisfied breath. He rolls his hips into yours— sinking his cock into your cunt saying the filthiest words you’ve ever known, before his words break off into a moan, his tone lower and deeper.

“Oh, please don’t stop— be nice to me,” You babble, your hands grabbing at whatever you can— his shoulders, his back, his hair; and that’s all it takes before he suddenly takes up a pace that’s a little faster, rougher as your pussy squelches, wet and messy while your arousal smears along your thighs and the ground below you.

Your body jolts with each thrust, pussy clenching around him as Chan moans—every twitch and squeeze of your heat leaving him breathless. “Come on, little lamb,” He groans, and you don’t know what to do. You’re too lost in the haze of pleasure that’s taken over you— you can’t hear past the slap of your skin and his groans in your ear. You know you’re moaning, but you can barely hear yourself. It’s all him. Him all over you, surrounding you, making you feel good.

He grunts as you clench down on him with another roll of his hips, sinking deeper into you with each thrust. “That’s it, pretty,” he grunts, “Taking me so well, fuck. So greedy for me.” And you tense up, your body convulsing and arching upwards as his thrusts grow more frantic— harsher and harsher as he groans gutturally in your ear with one last thrust long and deep, and when something shoots deep inside, you shiver one last time before your body sinks into the grass and debris and Chan’s weight cases you in.

You feel boneless. You feel when the man gets off you, when he closes your legs after slipping your underwear back on. You hear it when he sighs, something deep and satisfied, and you barely manage to answer when he asks you how you feel. Yet, somehow, it all comes back to you in a flash. You sit up, head throbbing, and stare up at him. Wide-eyed and fearful.

“Please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.”

He grins, “I think we can work something out.”

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