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for the night | min yoongi

title: for the night

pairing: drug lord!min yoongi x waitress!(f)reader

genre/rating: angst, childhood best friends to strangers to friends??, unrequited love, valentine’s day au, smut, romance, 18+

summary: Yoongi lives a dangerous life. So why is he so afraid of you?

warnings: idk what to say about these two, just a bunch of feelings (spoken & unspoken), light pining, pov switches, mentions d*ath & grieving, mentions dr*gs and violence, swearing, bl**d & injuries, p*stol wh*pping/ mild description of t*rture, crooked justice systems (it’s the wild wild west out there), mentions a robbery & a**ault (nothing involving the main story), mentions illnesses & health related topics, alcohol/drinking but no intoxication unless you count staring at yoongi for too long, black hair with the undercut yoongi, chains, rings, TATTOOS…. oh my !!!, yoongi has a gl*ck (a piece, that iron… whatever you wanna call it), everybody’s shipping these two but they’re just…yeah, eye f*cking from both parties, explicit content, the friend version of kiss & makeup??, dry h*mping, Dom!yoongi, yoongi getting head is a warning, protected s*x, gagging/deep throating, throat/face f*cking, hair pulling, crying, i’m sure yoongi has Sir kink hiding in there somewhere, manhandling, face slapping, yoongi’s fingers down your throat, missionary with your leg over yoongi’s shoulder, big d*ck!yoongi, his jewelry stays on bc why would it not?, cl*t stimulation, teasing, spitting, org*sm control, c*m shots, body worship, p*ssy eating, throat grabbing, i think that's all...

wc: 11.6k

release date: february 16, 2024; 10:15pm est

note: sorry i took forever. this is my first oneshot in a while so i apologize for mistakes. i'm just finding my footing in this writing thing again. thanks to @itaeewon for my banner and @cafekitsune who makes these pretty dividers. please follow both of them for cool graphics. anyway, happy late valentine's day. i love you guys.

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“Enjoy the rest of your night… and be safe!”

As you wave goodbye to the last lovely couple dining at your restaurant tonight, you express how thrilled you are of their return.

You stand in front of your father’s little restaurant and watch the lovebirds bundle up as they make their way to their vehicle, embracing each other and protecting themselves from the same frigid temperatures that threatened to ruin their Valentine’s day plans.

It’s nights like these that make the sacrifice of putting your nursing career on hold well worth it. This neighborhood doesn’t have a lot to offer as far as entertainment goes, so keeping this place in business is your top priority. This is your home, and the people you love put their all into this establishment.

You’ll make sure it thrives and continues to be a source of comfort to the community.

You’re excited to tell your father about tonight’s turn out. You know he will be pleased. It’s been busy all day with dine-ins and take outs; everyone looking for the perfect date night meal.

“The food is made with love,” is what your dad always says.

He always looks forward to this time of year, and he’s always talked about seeing you sitting in one of his booths with a special someone of your own some day.

You only nod when he brings up your dating life; sometimes his love for you blinds him from reality. You’ve never brought anyone home, or ever mentioned being involved with someone to him. Even if you came out and said it, he’d never believe you’re the problem.

A chilly breeze in the mid-February air snaps you out of your thoughts—so as soon as the couple’s sedan departs from the parking lot—you slip back inside.

The warmth instantly envelopes your trembling figure, and draws a small exhale from your lips.

Looking at your watch, you notice that it’s almost midnight. You switch the sign from open to close, but don’t bother locking the door because there’s one more visitor that should be arriving shortly.

You keep that in mind as you begin to clean the front of the house.

One by one, your father’s employees complete their duties in a haste, then clock out so they can go home to whoever is waiting for them. Their eagerness only brings a smile to your face.

As you’re sanitizing a table, you catch a glimpse of one of the waitresses dashing towards the door.

“Well, see you tomorrow, Kaci!”

She halts, then turns around to say her goodbyes—and to gossip.

“Night, boss lady,” she chirps.

Why she calls you “boss lady” is a mystery to you; your dad only left you in charge, but you’re just a manager. You still get on the floor and serve tables like everyone else.

You’re curious about the bit of mischief hidden in her tone. It’s not long before she reveals her true intentions.

“Did he stop by yet?”

And of course…she’s talking about Yoongi.

Usually, someone stops by on his behalf to collect the rent. His family allows your father and a few others to occupy the buildings on this lot for business. Payment is always to be paid in cash, so you make sure you visit the bank the morning of collections.

Your family has had a close relationship with the Mins for years, so they’ve been working with you while your father recovers.

You met Yoongi right in this restaurant at the young age of four, and from there, your friendship blossomed. You were inseparable throughout grade school, but senior year is when everything shifted.

It had to be the first time you both realized that you were on different paths after graduation. While you prepped for college, he was being introduced to the hustle that built his family’s empire.

If that didn’t tear a rift in your relationship, the underlying tension and unspoken feelings surely did. People used to always say at least one of you would eventually want something different, and you used to always laugh at them…until it became a fact.

You’ve always wondered if he ever felt the same as you did—or if he ever thought about exploring something more.

Unfortunately, you’ll never know what he was feeling. After graduation, he shut you out and never looked back. That was so long ago, though. You’ve grown, and the pain of losing someone you cared about eventually went away.

…So you thought.

Being home again brings back so many memories and forgotten feelings. Things you wish you still had, and things you wish you could have had. After experiencing so much throughout college, and learning more about yourself, you’d kill to go back in time so you can handle things differently.

You can’t help but think your friendship was torn apart by nothing more than a curious mind and raging hormones.

Yoongi’s so different now, though. However, you still see glimpses of the boy who would sneak into your window just to watch reruns of 90s cartoons with you. You smile just thinking about all the fun times you’ve shared, and all the trouble you got into.

“Look at you getting wet just thinking about him! I knew it. You’re whipped!”

“Can you keep your damn voice down,” you hiss. “Last thing I need is gossip right now.”

You’re so fed up with her teasing. If you two hadn’t just clicked when you took over the restaurant, you’d probably just kick her ass out in the cold.

“And, no. He has not. So, you can leave now, ma’am.”

“Oh, for sure,” she sighs dramatically. “Hell only knows what you two do when you are alone.”

Your jaw drops.

Sometimes this bond you share is a blessing; but other times, it’s a curse.

Kaci’s a sweetheart, but her mouth… Well, let’s just say these comments are normal for her.

And just like your father, she loves to play Cupid. No wonder he hired her.

“Just get your ass out of here.”

You can barely keep your laugh from bursting through your lips as you send a rag flying towards her. She dodges it, then proceeds to give you a middle finger. She has another shady comment ready to roll off the tip of her tongue, but then she glances out of the glass door and smirks instead.

You scoff. “Bitch, what is it now?”

Kaci then shakes her head.

“Nothing, babe. I’m out,” she winks. Kaci then points towards the parking lot and whispers, “Daddy’s here.”

“Huh? What are you talking about—”

Crawling into one of the booths, you partially open the blinds with your fingers and peek out of the window.

About seven sets of headlights stare back at you, all belonging to vehicles that are as dark as the midnight hour. A BMW sits in the center, blacked out with tinted windows and black custom rims. However, you don’t need a look inside to know who it is. No one else would pull up like they own the lot.

All the businesses are closed, which means these aren’t customers. It’s the boss.

Your heart rate builds up when the door opens and his sneakers touch the concrete. He stands there for a moment fixing his jacket and discreetly observing his surroundings.

Your eyes follow his movements. You can only hear the bass from his music and the noises coming from your throat as you try to gulp down the saliva building up in your mouth.

All you needed to see was the top of his head to confirm what you already knew.

Yoongi’s here, and he’s the one coming to collect payment tonight.

You don’t know why your heart is about to pound out of your chest like you’re hexed by some teenage crush. Maybe you are still hung up on him a little bit. You can’t deny how attractive he still is. He definitely wears age well.

The dark hair suits him perfectly. You can remember the horror stories about the color experiments gone wrong when you were teenagers. It’s a surprise that it’s still luscious and healthy as it is.

However, that isn’t the only thing that has changed in his appearance.

They’re hard to spot under his jacket, but his torso, back, and arms are covered in tattoos. You only know about this because another waitress working here loves to share the story of how she was on her knees in a bathroom giving a shirtless Yoongi a blowjob.

You would never admit jealousy, but damn; that lucky bitch.

Yoongi starts to make his way across the parking lot, pushing back his hair with his ringed-fingers to grant better vision out of his peripherals. You know he’s always watching his back; he can never be too careful when he’s making moves.

His haircut allows you to get a glimpse of the ink crawling up his neck, disappearing behind his ear. His earring dangles in the wind as he strides in your direction.

Each step is confident and dominant; his aura dark and mysterious.

A man who is about his business, it’s no shock that heads turn when he steps into the room. He’s reserved, but not afraid to enforce his authority when he deems necessary. You heard stories, and crossing Yoongi is considered a death wish.

He’s like the hot badass described in movies or books, but he actually is that guy. Handsome, street-wise, tattoos and scars; paired with money, jewelry, and you’d be stupid to think he isn’t packing.

You can smell the power and Dior emitting from his body all the way from where you are.

Each step he takes towards the entrance of the restaurant gives you a better view without being noticed. It’s a sin how good he looks and he’s just wearing a simple outfit with some sneakers. You have no business feeling these kinds of things, but it’s impossible to not.

“Can he just bend us over already?”

You hear Kaci whisper the same words you were just thinking. But she can’t know that, so you swat her again for good measure.

“Fine…I’m leaving,” she whines, walking to the door.

You back out of the booth and move over to the host stand so you can roll silverware and act like you weren’t watching him.

Kaci opens the door just as he’s about to reach for the handle, and of course, she gives him a warm welcome.

“Hi, Yoongi,” she beams. You roll your eyes the second you hear that annoying high-pitched voice she uses when she’s being coy.

“Hey, can you hang back for a bit? It won’t be long.”

“Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

The look he gives her sends your radar up, so you set down the utensils in your hand and join them in the lobby.

“Hey,” you greet him when he notices you. “What’s going on?”

Yoongi sighs before he answers, shaking his head as he gathers his words.

“You know the alterations shop over there?”

His head nods in the direction of the Leonard’s shop a few stores down. Both of you nod because they take lunch breaks here everyday.

“Somebody hit them up about an hour ago. Left their daughter in bad shape before they stripped the registers,” he informs.

“Are you serious? That’s awful.”

“Yeah, they’re good people. Who would do something that disgusting?” Kaci asks.

Yoongi only shrugs. “Don’t know, but as soon as I find out…”

He doesn’t even need to continue. It’ll be bad; probably worse than you can imagine. One thing the Min’s don’t tolerate is disrespect. You mess with one of their people, you get handled. In this case, you can’t even feel bad for the bastard. That family doesn’t bother anyone. It’s a shame they were targeted.

“Anyway, I don’t want either of you lingering around here at night anymore. Stick together during opening and closing until we catch this motherfucker understand?”

“Yeah, got it,” you reply, and Kaci also agrees.

“Sure, not a problem.”

With everyone on the same page, you make a note in your mind to update the security system in the restaurant and think of some safety tips for employees. No one can ever be too careful, especially after what just occurred so close to home.

“And Kaci?” he calls, just as she’s getting ready to depart.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t walk home. Your pepper spray is expired. Ask one of the guys to drive you.”

“Is Hoseok out there?”

You and Yoongi share a look. He’s probably wondering what it’s about, but then again, who doesn’t know they’re fucking?

“Yeah…he is—”

“Kay, bye!”

Before the door slams in your face, you call out to her.

“Text me when you’re home!... Or when you’re able to use your hands.”

Yoongi chuckles as the both of you watch her dash across the lot. You aren’t sure how she’s able to spot the right SUV, but she does within seconds.

“This has been going on for a while, huh?” Yoongi inquires.

“Mhm. Fight, fuck, repeat.”

After a moment goes by, you realize you forgot to bring the money you owe Yoongi. You snap your fingers when you remember why he’s there in the first place.

“Oh, yeah. Come on, it’s back here,” you tell him.

Yoongi follows you toward the back of the restaurant until you reach the small manager’s office tucked in a corner of the kitchen. While you dig in your apron for the key, Yoongi checks in with you to see how everything’s going.

“How’s your dad?”

You pause to look at him and answer with a proud smile. Your father’s been working really hard on his road to recovery; it’s nice to talk about his accomplishments without someone looking at you with pity, which Yoongi never does.

“He’s been doing better. Lots of physical therapy, but he walked on his own yesterday.”

With a nod, Yoongi’s expression softens. “That’s the shit I like to hear.”

“Me too.”

Once you find the keys, you unlock the door and the both of you step inside the dark room.

“Thanks,” you whisper when he flips the lightswitch for you.

You can feel him watching you as you walk around the desk, and when you squat down to open the safe underneath, you hear his footsteps approaching.

You start entering the combination while he whistles and looks around your office.

You’re curious about what he’s looking at, but right now you can't even take a peek without him noticing. Instead, you focus on gathering the cash you owe him for last month and this month while he’s busy snooping around.

After a while, you figure he’s found something interesting because the room becomes quiet. You grab the stack you set aside and close the safe, making sure it’s locked before you do anything else.

“So how was your day?”

Yoongi’s deep voice tears a giant rift in the silence, startling you and causing you to bump your head on the edge of the desk. Thankfully, his back is turned and he didn’t hear the small thud because you’d be beyond embarrassed.

“It was okay,” you reply as you regain your footing.

Yoongi turns in your direction when he hears your words become clearer, indicating you’re no longer digging around in the safe. He meets you halfway and you extend your hand with the stack of money resting between your fingers.

“This is all of it.”

Yoongi looks at the stack before he responds. Most of the time, it’s so hard to know what he’s thinking because his expression is always so stoic.

“Just okay?” he quizzes.

“Yeah, pretty much. It was busy so I was stuck in autopilot most of the day.”

He still hasn’t made a move to accept the money. You feel kind of awkward being so close to him as is, and his lack of response makes you feel even more anxious.

Finally, he speaks. “Do you even have this to give me?”

“Yeah, we’re good. Please, take it.”

You gesture for him to take the money, and he reaches for it, making you believe he’s going to grab it.

“It’s all here. If you want me to count it, I—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insists.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said,” he shrugs.

“Yoongi, no. We haven’t paid in a month. My dad would already be mad at me for being behind.”

“Does he have to know?” The look Yoongi gives you reminds you of all the times he’s talked you into doing something wild. He’d always take the blame if you got caught, but the thrill always made getting grounded irrelevant to you. “Keep it. We’re good until he gets back, okay?”

“Yoongi, I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“I won’t,” you declare confidently.

“So you’re arguing with me?”

Your eyes widen, realizing that he wasn’t giving you an option.

“I-I’m sorry. I was just—”

“Don’t worry about it, alright? Just keep doing what you’re doing. I only hear good things about this place,” he concludes.

“Okay, ok. Thanks, Yoongi.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As you’re returning the money to the safe, Yoongi brings something to your attention.

“I don’t see your car outside.”

“Ah, shit. It needed to be serviced. I was supposed to pick it up on my lunch, but I forgot.”

After visiting the bank this morning, you dropped your vehicle off at the dealership for maintenance, but the breakfast rush swarmed in as soon as you arrived at work. By the time you thought about picking it up, it was well after business hours.

“Um, do you mind—”

“Wanna ride?” Yoongi offers.

“Please.” Relieved, you exhale a needed sigh. “If it’s not an inconvenience.”

“Not at all, love.”

You quickly grab your purse and switch off the light in your office, ignoring that feeling you got from the little pet name.

Yoongi leads the way this time. As you’re following him through the restaurant, you’re sure to double check everything before you leave. Even Yoongi turns to ask you if you’ve secured everything.

“Good?”

“Yeah, everything’s turned off and we’re locked up tight.”

“Cool.”

Walking into the dining area, you give everything a quick once-over before following Yoongi to the exit. Everything looks tidy and neat how you like it so you step out into the cold night with your chauffeur.

He waits with you while you lock the front doors, looking around for any curious eyes. After you’ve finished turning the lock and key, you give the handle a tug to make sure it doesn’t open.

Growing up in this neighborhood will teach you a thing or two about being cautious and aware of your surroundings.

“It’s freezing tonight,” you comment.

Sometimes you like to make small talk with Yoongi, see where the conversation goes. Depending on the mood he’s in, he’ll either have one sentence responses or he’ll engage in light conversation.

You don’t mention the past much. It seems like pretending it never happened is easier for both of you. However, sometimes you have an impulse to bring up the subject, or at least try to mend what’s broken.

If that’s possible.

“Cold? This is perfect weather.”

You roll your eyes. He’s definitely fucking with you.

“Oh, whatever. You know it’s freezing out here.”

You don’t care how ridiculous you look speeding towards his car. You’re shivering and Yoongi takes forever to unlock the door.

You shuffle from foot to foot, wiggling to build up some body heat. You can hear the fabric of your jeans rubbing together due to the friction.

“You know it’s already unlocked, right?”

Oh.

You climb inside and relief washes over you. The heat is blowing warm and strong, making the leather seats even more comfortable. The seat warmers keep your butt cozy, and the vents are aiming towards your upper body. It’s perfect; you could fall asleep right here.

When Yoongi gets in the driver seat, your head lolls in his direction.

“Thank you.”

“For?” he asks.

“Your car feels like heaven right now.”

Yoongi scoffs softly.

“It isn’t always this warm. Trust me,” he replies.

“Well regardless, thanks. I appreciate it.”

“Not a problem, love.”

Fuck.

Yoongi’s engine revs as he pulls out of the parking lot. A thought comes into your mind as the vibrations travel up your body.

“Does it ever make your balls tingle?”

He coughs, clearing his throat while checking to see if he heard right.

“Uh, what?”

“The car,” you elaborate. “When you’re driving it…You don’t feel anything?”

Honestly, you’re just chatting to keep yourself from falling asleep. You don’t even expect him to answer as you stare out of the window, watching the SUVs fade in the distance.

“I guess I never really thought about it,” he responds.

You nod, vibing to the music. He’s turned the volume down since you’ve joined him, so you can actually hear each other speak.

“Hm. Sure does make your pussy tingle.”

You don’t think he heard that part. It was barely a whisper. If he did, he chose to ignore it.

“You alright?”

“Yup,” you answer. “Just ready to unwind.”

“Any plans tonight?”

You sit up in your seat, and turn to him.

“You bet.”

Yoongi laughs. “Oh, yeah?”

“I have a date with my bed, and I’m gonna let my blanket top me.”

“Gotcha. So you’re locked down, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Well, it sure sounds like it. I never see you having any fun.”

You give him a look.

“Well, look who’s talking. Besides, you know I’m dealing with a lot right now.”

“Fair enough, but you’re still allowed to do something for yourself for a change. Some of us don’t have that privilege,” he replies.

“I think everyone has the privilege to do something for themselves. You just have to be selfish enough to go for it, I guess.”

“That is true.”

Yoongi then turns the music up a few notches. You already know what that means. He’s over conversation and wants to get lost in his thoughts.

As you cruise through the streets, people may look on the surface and think this is some young bachelor taking his car for a late night drive—maybe heading to one of the city’s hot spots.

But Yoongi is all work, and no play. If it’s not about moving product, it’s placed on the backburner.

You can relate, but tonight you’re switching it up. Self care is calling your name and you aren’t hanging up this time.

“What happened to the garden?”

You’re pulled from your thoughts by Yoongi’s voice.

As he pulls up to the curve in front of your childhood home, he can’t stop himself from teasing you about your dying plants. You really tried your best with them, but unfortunately, you weren’t gifted with nurturing hands.

“You’re not funny,” you mutter, acting ignorant.

You know you’ve destroyed your dad’s flower bed, but he doesn’t have to make fun of you.

“I’m just saying, shouldn't you cover them?”

“I forgot!”

“You always do,” he mumbles.

You giggle as you’re opening the door; finally having a carefree conversation with your old friend again feels nice. As soon as you step out into the elements again, the winter air nips at your cheeks and you know you’ll be trembling by the time you get to your doorstep.

“Well, thanks for the ride.”

Yoongi just nods and tells you that he’d do it anytime you needed him to.

As you stand outside of the car, you start to get that feeling in your gut. That urge you know you shouldn’t have, but the temptation is stronger than ever.

Yoongi tilts his head, wondering why you’re standing in the cold. You’re frozen, silently debating on what you should do.

Ultimately, you go for it, knowing the risk you’re taking without being prepared for the aftermath.

You’re even sure why you’re asking, or where you expect things to go. But tonight made you realize something. You miss having a best friend.

Your best friend.

“Hey, it's late. You wanna come inside?... If you don’t have any plans.”

Regret washes over you as soon as the words leave your mouth. You weren’t ready, neither was he. You curse yourself for rushing it. The silence goes on for ages, but you’re so numb, the cold doesn’t faze you.

Finally, he gives you an answer. “You know I can’t do that.”

Well, now you know you’re the only one still holding on. By can’t, he means he won’t.

Nodding, you lie and pretend that you understand where he’s coming from. “Yeah, I get it. Sorry about that.”

You were sure he’d be more open now that time has passed. However, you’re still stuck where you left off. He still won’t hear you out.

“There’s no need,” he assures.

Still, you feel guilty. Selfish.

Foolish.

“Well look, I'll see you around, yeah?” He checks his phone and tosses it on the passenger seat. "I have to go deal with something."

“Okay, thanks again for the ride. Stay safe.”

You try not to look disappointed, but it’s probably no good. You’re sure he hears it in your voice. Or maybe you sound more tired than anything. You are exhausted. Maybe it’s your restless mind that's causing you to get ahead of yourself and open old wounds. It’s best you go inside before you can dig yourself a bigger hole.

“You'll call me if you need me, right?”

If you need him…

You always need him. He’s your rock. Well, probably not anymore. How do you learn to forget someone who’s always been there for you?

You swallow the bitterness coating your tongue before you reply. You’ll get over it. You always do.

Just not right now.

“Yeah, I’ve tried that already. Goodnight, Yoongi.”

You shut his car door and retreat to the safety of your home. You’re unsure if he says it back or not. You walk away before he can respond.

Everything in your sight becomes blurry as your vision is blocked by a wave of pending tears. You urgently open your front door in case he’s following you.

A part of you wishes that he did.

But the longer you stand there, back pressed against your front door, secluded from the same world you’ve just finished servicing—you realize that the chances of that happening are too slim to hold onto.

Minutes go by, and you start calming down. You find your strength again, and you realize that your vulnerability made you panic. You got too comfortable, and that’s your fault.

Tonight will just be another solo night; nothing you aren’t used to.

You wipe your face and rid yourself of all the negative energy. Tomorrow you’ll be fine and the blow of rejection will start to fade away. Shaking your head, you clear your mind and start taking off your clothes.

You put it in your mind that you won’t hold this against Yoongi, and whenever he’s ready to talk—if ever—you’ll tell your side of the story if he wants to hear it.

Until then, you’ll just focus on you because he was right about one thing.

You should treat yourself; you deserve it.

“Get your sorry ass up.”

Yoongi stares at his hand as he walks away from the battered man lying on the ground. His knuckles are bruised and covered in the thief’s blood. The sight would bring shame to his father. He shouldn’t be out here behaving like a street thug when he’s got power moves to make.

But when he found out there was danger lurking so close to you, he had to deliver the message himself. He’s sure it was heard loud and clear.

Possibilities played through his mind with every blow that rained down on the guy. What if it was your father’s restaurant that had been hit up? What if you had been inside?

He’s furious, enraged; but mostly at himself for how he keeps letting you down. You wanted to forgive him tonight, put everything that happened behind you and maybe try again. But what did he do?

He ruined it.

He always figured that he would, but it’s what you needed to hear. He’s not a good guy or some bad boy you can turn good. Yoongi’s in this too deep to be pulled out. There’s no way he could ever look your father in the eye and tell him that he’s put your life in danger.

That’s why he refuses to address those feelings he has for you. He’d either end up breaking your heart, or getting you into a nasty situation.

If the wrong person were to know that he has a thing for you, you’d become a weapon for an opp to use against him. Yoongi’s respected by many, but there are some who want everything he has; you’d be added to the top of that list if they knew he’d died for you.

He can’t lose what his family’s worked hard for, but he can’t lose you either.

There’s only two options if that line’s ever crossed. Either you’re with him, and you’ll have to step into his world; or you’re not; and the streets deem you fair game.

The latter infuriates him. He’d kill anyone who would ever think of laying a finger on you. That’s why he has to make examples out of motherfuckers like the one behind him.

“You need to find you something safe to do, my friend.”

Yoongi turns around just as the man rises to his feet, staggering and weak from the beating he’s received. One of his arms cradles his torso while the other wipes blood from his lips. He’d receive pity from anyone without the context, but if they knew what he did to that seamstress—they’d be wondering why he’s still alive.

This is far less than what this scum deserves. His apologies fall on deaf ears. Yoongi’s men don’t give a shit about his apology, and neither does he.

“I’m so sorry. I…I didn’t know this was your block too. I was just—”

Yoongi pulls out his glock and fires a shot near the guy’s foot, barely missing him. He doesn’t recall asking him to speak.

“You better assume every block is mine, motherfucker. I own this fucking city. Have you forgotten?”

“I—”

Another shot nearly blows his head off because once again, Yoongi never asked him to talk.

“Who told you to open your mouth?...” he seethes. “Speak again and I won’t miss.”

The man nods, lifting his shaky hands as a surrender.

Yoongi’s jaw clenches as he contemplates his next move. A few minutes ago, he was set on ending him right in this spot, but after thinking about you he’s calmed down a lot.

That’s the only reason this man’s life will be spared. His mind is somewhere else now; all he can think about is his own mistakes. This guy’s learned his lesson; no need to waste anymore of his time here.

“Look, don’t ever put me in this situation again. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I won’t. I promise.”

Yoongi knocks the guy out cold with his gun. He looks over at the officer who was escorting the guy to jail and gives him a nod, giving him the clear to take him in.

“This was a citizen’s arrest,” he insists, handing the cop a wad of cash.

“You got that.”

He dismisses his men, and goes to have a cigarette while he thinks.

After the criminal is placed in the back of the squad car, the cop rejoins Yoongi as he sits on the hood of his vehicle, having a smoke before he goes on with his night.

“Never thought I’d see you get dirty, especially tonight.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Yeah, me either.”

Yoongi looks at his personal phone, looking to see if you’ve texted him, or called. He doesn’t know why he’s checking. He shouldn’t expect you to reach out after how he left you tonight. It’d be a miracle if you ever wanted to see him again.

“It’s not too late, you know.”

“The fuck are you talking about, Shark?”

Shark is one of his longtime friends. He comes from a long line of crooked cops.

He’s been present through the ups and downs of his friendship with you. Shark’s always been rooting on your side, always telling him to reach out when you left for college.

Yoongi has never taken his advice, though.

“I’m just saying. Maybe you should just call her,” he explains.

“Who?”

“You want me to say her name out here?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Absolutely not.”

Both of them share a laugh at Yoongi’s reaction, but then silence falls over the night.

Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, Yoongi’s hands are beginning to throb with pain. He tries focusing on something other than that awful feeling, but he can only think about you.

Why couldn’t he just hear you out? That would have been fair. He’s regretting more and more as time goes by, wondering if the opportunity has slipped away.

He notices the way you look at him, the way you perk up when you see him. He knows there are a lot of unspoken words because honestly, he’s always had deeper feelings for you. It was way before you realized you like him as well. He bottled that shit up throughout high school, and when he had the chance to tell you how he felt, he fumbled.

You even gave him a second chance to come clean, and he still couldn’t get it together.

“Seriously, what happened tonight? I see it all over your face.”

Yoongi sighs. “I took her home, and she invited me inside.”

“And you said no? Dude, no way.”

Yoongi looks over and finds his friend’s face stuck in a grimace. He feels shame creeping up his neck, so he quickly shifts his focus somewhere else.

“What was I supposed to say? You know I can’t let anyone see me walking in her place,” he argues.

“You could have invited her to yours, explained things a bit more. I’m sure she’s capable of making decisions for herself.”

Yoongi’s at a crossroads, but every way he turns leaves him with doubt. It’s like he’s damn regardless.

“What if it doesn’t change her mind? What should I tell her dad, huh?” Yoongi rants. “He asked me to keep her safe, man.”

“And what do you think he meant by that?”

Shark looks at his watch and turns to Yoongi as he prepares to leave.

“Look, my shift ends soon, so I gotta go. But I think you know as well as I do that you have the old man’s blessings. Just stop overthinking it. You’ll screw yourself.”

With that, Shark walks to his vehicle, and puts it in drive.Before he pulls from underneath the overpass, he rolls his window down and yells out.

“It’ll be alright, brother. Trust me!”

When Shark leaves, he switches cars with his right hand, not wanting to double back to your part of town in the same ride. As he starts driving away from the secluded area, he thinks back on how tonight has gone so far. That’s when something you said hits him…and it hits him hard.

“You said you needed me,” he whispers.

All day you’ve been surrounded by people, loving each other; only to go home to an empty house. You just wanted some company, a distraction. You wanted a friend.

It’s then he realizes that he’s hurt your feelings more than a little. You weren’t hung up on a crush you had over five years ago. He’s so stupid. How did his brain not perceive what you said as an invitation to hang out?

Just like you used to.

Yoongi does a U-turn and heads straight for your house. He has no idea what you’ll say to him, or if you’ll speak to him at all. But he needs you to know one thing; he gets it now. And he won’t ever let you down again.

No matter how many times you watch it, the horror classic Thirteen Ghosts never gets old. Your dad laughs whenever you call it your comfort flick, but he’s also not a horror fan so he just wouldn’t understand.

That bath worked more magic than you could ever imagine. It’s super late, and you should be in bed, but you’ve been thinking about the bottle of wine you bought the other day since earlier.

You aren’t really a drinker, but the bottle was cute. You figured tonight would be the perfect chance to eat some snacks, watch a movie, and give it a try. But as soon as the glass touches your lips, your doorbell rings.

You’re not expecting anyone this late. When you don’t answer, they pound on the door, startling you. Wine spills all over your hands. Quickly, you use your shirt to dry them off before making a bigger mess. You drink what’s left in the glass in one gulp before checking your Ring camera, letting out a gasp when you discover who’s standing at your doorstep.

“Yoongi?” you whisper.

Placing your phone and empty glass on the coffee table, you go to see what he wants. If you’re honest, you’re a bit worried. Did someone break into the restaurant?

Your dad would be devastated.

Without a second thought, you open the door, and interrogate Yoongi before he can even open his mouth.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen to my dad’s—”

“Oh, fuck. No! No, that’s not why I’m here,” he interrupts.

You breathe a sigh of relief, clutching your chest as the panic slowly leaves your body. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s okay. What’s up? Are you okay?”

Now that you’re not shaken with worry, you notice how disheveled he looks. His hair is messy; his expression seems anxious, his knuckles bruised.

“Were you fighting?” you quiz.

“Huh?” Yoongi looks confused but then suddenly seems to remember his injury. “Oh, this is nothing. I’m good. I just came to uhh… To see you.”

Your eyebrow raises curiously. “To see me?”

“Yeah,” he confirms.

“Okay, well… that’s nice of you, but I was planning on going to bed in a bit. I have to get up early.”

You aren’t sure why he’s acting weird. Is he in trouble? Surely, he’d tell you if he was. If so, why would he come here?

“Um, okay. Sorry,” he answers.

You tell him goodnight and attempt to shut the door, but Yoongi lodges his arm into the opening.

“What are you doing—”

“I’m listening.”

“What?”

You open the door once again, fully believing this man has lost his mind. It’s freezing out there, and he’s just standing there babbling.

“I said I’m listening,” he repeats. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what, Yoongi?”

You’ve never been more confused. First, he drops you off and hauls ass across town. Now he’s pacing at your doorstep, fumbling all over his words. Something’s going on.

“You wanted to talk, but I ghosted you, remember?”

Oh. So he remembers that.

“That’s water under the bridge. Just forget it,” you insist.

“So now I’m water under the bridge?”

“What?! No! That’s not what I said.”

“Well, explain,” he pleads. “Or just tell me it’s too late.”

“Yoongi…”

“I just wanna be friends again, but this haunts me. If you have feelings for me, I can’t—”

“I don’t,” you admit.

This is the first time Yoongi has stood completely still since he got here. He stares at you with wide eyes, not uttering a single word.

It took you a long time to understand your feelings for Yoongi. You had to experience a few unnecessary hook ups and break ups to realize you weren’t in love. You just wanted to fuck him like everyone else.

Who knows where things would have gone? But it would have been nice to let things happen naturally than to bottle up feelings.

You open the door again, and step to the side.

“Come in. It’s cold.”

This time he doesn’t reject your invitation.

Yoongi follows you into your living room, looking around and probably reminiscing over the past. Nothing’s really changed other than the furniture. However, the memories of the days you two used to run around while your mom scolded you for messing up the floors are still present.

You point to the couch and offer him a seat while you stand there gathering your words.

“You can sit here.”

“Thanks,” he replies.

Yoongi sits and does that thing he does with his hands when he’s nervous. His fingers intertwine and he just watches his thumbs chase each other in a loop. He used to do it all the time whenever he’d stay too late at your house and his dad would come looking for him.

Your parents always were able to calm Mr. Min down before he could reprimand Yoongi. It took him a while but he finally understood that you and his son were best friends, and your place was Yoongi’s second home.

There are so many evenings he’d miss basketball practice to hold you while you cried after your mom died. Yoongi never left your side. Even when you were unrightfully resentful and angry with him for still having his mom in his life; he understood every stage of your grief.

So no, he’s not just water under the bridge to you. He could never be. He may be wrong for shutting you out, but everyone has their breaking point.

“I wanted to tell you that I was in love with you. That I wanted you to go with me to college,” you confess.

Yoongi’s jaw nearly hits the floor. You can tell he’s shocked because he starts tripping over his words.

“I-I… I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. You—”

“...Was confused,” you add.

You can’t help but laugh at yourself and at the situation. All this time you’ve been scared to rip the bandaid off, and the wound’s already healed.

“I didn’t have anyone to talk with about dating and stuff; not from a young woman’s perspective, at least. I would watch rom-coms and thought I had butterflies whenever I saw you. Whole time…”

You fold your arms and lean against the wall, watching the television with a blank stare. Already, it feels like a weight is being lifted off your shoulders. So much tension has built up over time, so many unspoken words and unresolved feelings that it’s a relief to get it all out.

“...My pussy was throbbing.”

Yoongi picks his mouth up off the floor, and straightens in his seat. Once again, he’s caught off guard.

“Huh-What?”

You snort. “I was horny, curious… I just wanted you to bend me over and deflower me.”

“Deflower you? The fuck?”

Yoongi’s laughter erupts from his chest, lightening the vibes in the room. It’s nice to hear him laugh, like genuinely grin and reveal his cute smile. You didn’t realize how much you missed seeing the image until it’s presented to you at that moment.

“Well, it’s true!”

“I see you are still an over-sharer,” Yoongi chuckles.

“And you’re still stubborn.”

Both of you look at each, shaking your heads and sharing a fond smile. You can tell this has been weighing on him as much as it did you. He’s regretful of how he handled the situation, and you’re sorry for staying away so long.

You should have tried harder. Yoongi always did whenever it got tough.

Regardless, it’s in the past. It’s time to move on.

You walk across the room with your arms open, inviting your friend into an embrace.

“Seriously? No way,” he grimaces, trying to get up before you can close him in.

Unfortunately, he’s not fast enough.

“You know you want to. Come here.”

Wrapping your arms around Yoongi, you giggle when he acts like he’s all tense. He always pretends he doesn’t want to hug you at first, but then, he gives in.

“Fuck it,” he groans, pulling you closer.

You melt in his arm almost immediately. You don’t even care if you slide to the floor. All of your weight rests on him, but he still holds you up while complaining about you smothering him.

“I wish I could breathe,” he gripes.

“Fine…”

Yoongi expects you to back away; but instead, you climb on his lap.

“What are you doing?”

You shrug. “My bad. I thought we were cool.”

Maybe you did move a little too quickly, but it’s nothing you haven’t done hundreds of times. You’ve shared beds, seen each other naked… accidentally found each other’s Pornhub accounts. You were just acting on instinct.

You’re about to stand, but Yoongi stops you. “We are, but aren’t you mad at me?... From earlier?”

“A little, but…”

“But what?”

“Can’t friends kiss and make up?” you propose.

His hands rest on your bare thighs, fingers gently nudging at your big t-shirt. The room seems warmer now that there’s no distance between you. Or maybe it’s just the fires building in your belly that’s making you hot?

“Maybe…”

You trace his lips with your finger tips while looking in his eyes. You could spend the night like this if it were up to you. He’s beautiful; inside and out.

“Wanna try and find out?” he whispers.

You respond by softly connecting your lips, moaning instantly as your entire body begins to tingle.

Yoongi pulls you closer, holds you tighter, and encourages you to deepen the kiss you share by parting your lips with his tongue. You don’t deny him, and he invades your mouth—taking over and leaving you dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, he pulls away, and you’re quick to whine.

“I smell wine,” he comments. “Are you—”

“I had a sip, and the rest spilled all over my hands.”

You show him the stains on your hands and shirt, and he just stares in disbelief. “Only you.”

“Whatever,” you dismiss, trying to steal another kiss from his wet lips. “I need you.”

You drag your crotch across his lap, seeking friction. You’re shocked when he grabs your waist, thinking you’re overstepped once again.

“Hold on.”

Yoongi reaches under his shirt and grabs his gun from his waistband. He shoves it in the folds of your couch, and throws you a wink.

“We’ve kissed. Now let's make up.”

With a smile, you get up and grab his hand.

“Follow me…”

“Get on the bed,” he moans against your lips, pulling away to take off his shirt.

You begin to move, but a thought pops up in your mind.

Instead of climbing on the bed, you watch him remove his t-shirt and reveal his ink covered body. You bite your lip in awe at the masterpiece standing in front of you. He has no idea how hot he looks while simply undressing. You’re ready to pounce on him right now, but you pace yourself.

You have all night.

When Yoongi notices you’re still standing in the same spot, he tilts his head with a puzzled expression.

“Change your mind?” he quizzes.

You shake your head, and close the small space between you. Before he can say anything else, you drop to your knees. With skilled hands, you pull on his belt until it's free from the buckle. You flash Yoongi a smirk when you discover he’s watching you with those dark eyes.

As you pop open the button on his pants, your other hand flattens over his denim covered dick, noting the way it begs to be freed.

“I can’t wait,” you murmur, stroking it over his jeans.

Once you’re finally able to access his underwear, you reach inside and retrieve his thick, warm cock. You don’t care if you moaned before your lips even touched it. Shame is long gone, and you aren’t afraid to show Yoongi how long you’ve been waiting for this.

“I can tell,” he scoffs.

You let his smart remarks slide for the sake of your impatience, and move in to run the tip of your tongue up and down his slit. His precum oozes out and coats your taste buds, giving you a tiny sample of what he’ll taste like when he dumps his load on your tongue.

Yoongi hisses, probably reacting to sensitivity. You keep going, giving him a moment to ground himself before you give him the real deal.

While you tease him, you admire his girth. He’s heavy in your hand, but his dick is the perfect size to wrap your hand around it. It’s smooth, but textured and veiny—just like his hands.

No longer able to wait any longer, you part your lips and let your saliva cover the tip. You use your fingers and palm to lubricate the rest of his shaft so that it slides into your mouth with ease. Only when he’s dripping wet with spit do you take him in, and his reaction is golden.

“Ahh, fuck.”

If you could smile, you would right now. Knowing you have him on his tiptoes almost feels as good as the blunt head of his dick touching the back of your throat.

You can feel his muscles tenses up once your head begins to bob up and down, purposefully slurping loudly to create sinful noises.

“Fuck,” Yoongi curses.

His voice is rough as he pants through his words, attempting to keep his composure, but failing.

When Yoongi’s hand finds the back of your head, you look up to see what he’s doing. You keep going as you watch him whisper profanities into the air, running his ringed fingers through his dark strands.

He gathers your hair in his palm, making your scalp tingle and sting due to his strong grip. He starts controlling your movements, managing how much of him you take in at once. It’s not long before you’re choking and gagging on his cock.

Drops of your spit and tears fall to the floor. Your head starts to spin from the vigorous motions, but the feeling doesn’t prevent you from allowing Yoongi to fuck your throat until it’s raw.

Craving more, he thrusts into your mouth. The look on his face and the desperation of his movements lets you know he’s almost near his peak. However, once he realizes what’s happening, he swiftly pulls out, leaving you coughing due to the sudden intake of air.

“Look at me,” he commands after you catch your breath. “You’re fucking hot for that.”

“Thank you—”

Yoongi’s hand smacks the smirk off your face. You’re caught off guard, but that doesn’t stop your pussy from gushing at the change in his tone.

“But is that what I told you to do?”

You try to shake your head, but he’s still holding your hair.

“No, use your fucking mouth.”

When you try to speak, he shoves his fingers in your mouth, pushing them deep enough to gag you.

“You like using your mouth, don’t you?” he asks, but you know he isn’t looking for an answer. “So speak.”

“I do,” you croak around his digits.

“Now get the fuck on the bed like I told you to the first time.”

Yoongi snatches you up, and you scramble to the bed. You sit and wait for him to take off the rest of his clothes, trying to remain patient as you see he’s not in the mood for disobedience. You weren’t bothered the slightest by his lack of respect.

In fact, you crave more; and if you have to beg for it, you will.

“Second thoughts?” he asks randomly.

You notice that his wallet’s in his hand and after a few seconds he pulls out a condom. You get butterflies the moment he places a knee on the bed. For you, it’s not even happening fast enough.

“No way.”

“Good,” he winks. “Because I’m not gentle.”

“And I’m not glass.”

Yoongi growls when he hears that response, crawling over to you at lightning speed.

“Come here.”

He grabs your thigh and pulls you closer, pushing your legs apart so he can access your center. His fingers trace over your lace panties until he ultimately decides to rip them off of you.

You squeak in surprise when you hear the fabric tearing.

“Yoongi!”

“Shh,” he coos. “They’re ruined anyway.”

With a face burning with embarrassment, you turn away and stare at the wall while Yoongi puts the condom on. You can feel his eyes on you, observing the way he makes you fidget and squirm.

You get too comfortable lying there in your own thoughts. The sensation between your thighs catches you off guard.

“Ooh, shit Yoongi!”

Your body reacts the instant his dick rubs against your clit. You’re already worked up and ready to be filled, but Yoongi doesn’t want to skip the foreplay.

“Damn, it’s wet.”

He rubs the tip over your crevice, taunting you each time he passes your entrance. Just when you think he’ll slide in, he moves up to your throbbing clit and repeats.

“Please stop teasing,” you beg.

Yoongi laughs. “Why should I?”

“Because—”

You begin to whine and complain, but your words get stuck in your throat when Yoongi suddenly enters your pussy.

“Oh my god.”

Your wetness allows him to slide in easily, but your body wasn’t prepared to take him all at once.

You grip your sheets for support, but the initial shock of him moving so quickly takes almost a minute to subside.

Yoongi’s patient, giving your body time to adjust before he worries about pleasure. His thumb slowly massages your clit, getting you to relax under his touch. When your grip on the sheets finally loosen, he makes tiny strokes to test the waters.

“Good now?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

With your approval, he positions himself over you and fucks you a little deeper. Once he finds the perfect rhythm, he moves your right leg and places it on his shoulder.

You’re already moaning loudly, not caring who hears. You cry out everytime his dick digs into your cervix, exploring places you never knew could be reached.

You’ve begged guys to go deep, but they’ve always been scared to test their limits. Not Yoongi; he’s giving you everything he has, and even though you’re barely holding onto your sanity, you’d probably cry if he stopped.

“Take that damn shirt off,” he growls, gripping the giant t-shirt draped over your body.

You almost can’t figure out how to get it off, but by a miracle you manage. Now completely naked, you toss the clothing aside and start groping your tits while you lift your hips to meet his thrusts. You thought Yoongi would enjoy watching you, but he’s not impressed.

“Who told you to touch yourself?” he presses.

You don’t answer quickly enough for him. Honestly, you weren’t going to reply because your mind is so far away that his words just drift through your ears.

A hand around your throat snatches you back to real time. He’s pissed, biting his lip and trying not to spill his load before he’s ready.

“Answer me.”

This time you speak up immediately. “No one.”

“Hm. So you just do what you want?”

The sound of his deep voice mixed with the sound of your slapping skin and squelching juices turns you on beyond explanation. That familiar tension starts to build in the pit of your stomach, informing you of what’s soon to follow.

“I don’t like rules, Yoongi.”

“Oh, you will,” he promises.

Yoongi’s thrusts get stronger, making your body shift towards the top of the bed. He somehow keeps you in place using the hand he has wrapped around your neck, but you’re still being bounced around like a ragdoll.

“Since you don’t like it, I’ll finish up and leave.” His movements suddenly become faster, and it doesn’t take you long to figure out what he’s implying. “You can make yourself cum, right?”

“What?” you shriek. “No!”

His laughter resonates through your bedroom as he mocks your desperation. You try reaching between your legs, attempting to induce an orgasm yourself but he forbids.

“Uh-uh.”

He pushes your hand away and pins your wrist to the mattress, leaving you with no other resort.

“Yoongi, I wanna cum. Don’t be an asshole.”

“Better watch what comes out of your mouth then.”

You groan, realizing he’s too stubborn to give in. He’s not bluffing; he’d actually leave you stuck.

You can taste the pleasure on your tongue. You’re so close, but Yoongi’s thrusts are starting to become wild. If you don’t give him what he wants, you won’t get what you crave.

“Tell me now…” he grunts, lust oozing from his lips. He leans forward, pushing your leg to your chest as he tries to come closer. The coolness of his chains pressed against your feverish skin brings you a little relief, but it’s not nearly enough. “You sorry?”

Fuck.

“I am.”

He chuckles. “I know.”

Yoongi’s thumb then wipes the single tear rolling down your cheek. Your body’s restless and seeking some relief from all the tension building inside your core.

He finally slows down, pacing himself so he’s no longer ahead of you in the race to ecstasy. His finger gently tugs at your bottom lip, silently asking you to relax your jaw.

“You’re mine, right?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“Good... Now open.”

Gauging your reaction, he smirks when you don’t oblige. You stick out your tongue, waiting for what you already expected.

Yoongi spits directly into your mouth, and you don’t even flinch. You look into his eyes as you close and swallow. He’s pleased when you reveal that nothing’s left when you open again.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he moans, repositoning himself.

Whatever he says after that is lost between his swearing and muffled cries as he presses his lips against your leg. He slowly picks up his speed this time, allowing the heat to fill up inside of you before he drills you like before.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You too, Yoongi.”

You’re desperate for more tension, but you’re afraid you’ll be punished if you chase it yourself.

“More, please.”

“More?”

“Please…”

“I got you,” he assures.

Without another word, his thumb finds your clit. His name rolls off your lips over and over, surely traveling far outside your bedroom. Your body tenses aside from your fist pounding the bed.

“Cumming!”

You can hardly breathe, air getting trapped in your lungs as his hips snap violently into yours. Your back arches as a wave of pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks. Your cries begin to fade away and all you can hear is your rapid heartbeat erupting through your ears.

Yoongi doesn’t let up, giving you his all until your body slowly falls back on you. He then pulls out and peels the condom off of his pulsing cock. As soon as it’s freed, he releases his hot seed onto your skin—painting your stomach and breasts white and sticky.

Both of you stay where you are, panting and struggling to catch your breaths.

You can see Yoongi through your heavy eyelids, slumped over and exhausted from everything he’s given in the past few minutes. His hair hangs over his eyes, but you know he’s just staring at your pussy, replaying everything that just happened in his mind.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?” He snaps out of it at the sound of your voice, gently lowering your leg before he crawls toward you.

You feel like you’re melting when he kisses your lips. It's almost like a dream being this close to him again. Even after so long you remember the way he smells, the way he breathes… You remember everything like it was yesterday.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers against your skin. lips make one final journey over your body, kissing every inch of you and not caring about the taste of his cum staining your flesh. He gives you endless compliments and praises, making you bury your face in your pillows. “I can’t forget to taste you.”

“Wait!” you gasp when he spreads your pussy and devours you.

Your sensitive clit throbs in his mouth as he slurps up all your juices. Your body is limp by the time he’s done, eyes nearly shut and your mind shut down for the rest of the night.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the darkness.

Whatever he says next is a mystery because your tiredness ultimately puts you into a deep slumber.

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

You groan as the sun pierces your eyes. Throughout the craziness of last night, you forgot to bring your phone to bed with you. Now, you’ll have to walk and—

Or you can ask Yoongi.

With that in mind, you roll over and unfortunately find an empty bed.

Of course, he left last night. He was probably out of the door as soon as you shut your eyes. You can only hope it’s because he has work to do and he’s not avoiding you after everything you talked about. You won’t even let your mind go there.

Instead, you get out of bed and stumble to the living room—finding your phone on the coffee table right where you left it. You’re still getting notifications as you pick it up; most from Kaci, one from another employee, but nothing from Yoongi.

Before you make your daily morning phone call to your dad, you text back that server regarding time off, and see what Kaci’s fussing about.

6:58am Kaci: BITCH YOU’RE STILL AT HOME!?

7:10am Kaci: you so got fucked last night. i want all the detail STAT heaux

You roll your eyes. She won’t be getting anything other than the usual shoulder shrug. Last thing you need is for her to make a scene every time Yoongi’s in the room.

7:23am You: omw. please cover for me.

7:23am Kaci: already am. get some ‘good morning’ dick sis

“I swear I wanna kill this girl sometimes,” you sigh.

Before you can leave the messaging app, your phone rings. The number isn’t saved so you answer it with caution.

“Hello?”

It’s Yoongi.

“Hey, what’s up?”

You hope he doesn’t hear the puff of air you let out as relief washes over you. You were sure you’d lost him again after the things you did and said to each other during the heat of the moment. Not like you didn’t mean everything you said, but you aren’t sure if he did.

“Nothing, just late for work. What’s up with you?”

“Not much right now. I might go home and catch some sleep,” he replies. “Your car’s outside, by the way.”

“Really?” You walk over to the window and open the blind, shocked when you see your car parked in front of your house. “How did you…”

“I told them I was taking it as collateral.”

“What?!”

Yoongi laughs. “I’m kidding.”

If he was standing next to you, you’d punch him. You don’t know how you fall for it every single time.

“I have my ways. Just um… do me a favor?” he asks.

“Yeah, anything.”

“I think my phone’s somewhere in your house. Can you check later?”

You look around to see if maybe you can spot it but it’s nowhere in plain view.

“I know you’re already late so…”

“Oh, yeah. For sure,” you respond. “If you want, you can stop by and look. The spare key is in the same spot it’s always been.”

“It’s cool. I’ll wait until you’re off work.”

“That works.”

Both of you stay silent, waiting on the other to speak. You realize you should be getting ready for work so you decide to end the call.

“Well, I have to get ready so… I’ll text this number later?”

Yoongi clears his throat before he answers. “Yeah, it’s a burner but I’ll get the message.”

“Kay. Bye then.”

“Hey,” he calls out before you can hang up.

“Yeah?”

“Still mine?”

A smile grows on your face, and you don’t try to stop it. You didn’t want to bring it up, but you were definitely still thinking about last night, wondering what it would mean today.

But you can’t let him have what he wants so easily, can you?

“Maybe,” you tease.

There’s a pause, but when Yoongi does speak his tone grows dark.

“You still haven’t learned, have you?”

You smirk. “I suppose I haven’t.”

“Well, then. I guess I’m coming over later.”

Shit.

If you didn’t think the restaurant would burn to the ground without your presence, you’d tell him to get his ass over here now. The mere thought of a repeat of last night has you clenching your thighs together.

No working late tonight. You’re sure it’ll be slow anyway.

“I guess you are.”

“I’m not being nice this time either,” he warns.

You bite your lip, trying to conceal your excitement, but you’re really bursting at the seams. You’re sure you’ll be anticipating his visit all day, letting your mind flood with scenarios. You decide to go ahead and taunt him some more, adding fuel to the already roaring fire.

“Good. Neither am I.”

He begins to speak but you end the call before he can get it out.

As you stand in your living room giggling, a wave of nostalgia hits you. You remember he’d do the same to you after you’d complain about something silly. You’d be pissed, so the thought of him tasting his own medicine puts you in the lead on your imaginary scoreboard.

You’ve probably done a lot more that got on his nerves in the past, but who’s counting? It’s your job to push each other’s buttons and make up.

Isn’t that what friends are for?

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urfavlarry · 1 month

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Hello...I am currently obessed with school bus graveyard and there's not enough fanfics for me😭

So can i please get a jealous!Aiden clark x Female!reader?

jealous!Aiden Clark x Fem!reader

summary: you and Aiden went on a date to the Arcade and someone decided to hit on you

warnings: swearing, bad grammar, a bit short and rushed

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It was a sunny morning, you woke up in your boyfriends arms after staying up for a long time watching movies. You looked up at his sleeping figure and leave kisses on his face, making him smile and open his tired eyes. He pulls you on top of him and he looks at you with a tired smile, cupping your cheek. “Good morning love~” He pulls you closer and kisses your soft lips. You hum and pull away, resting your head on his chest. “How about we go to the arcade today? Spend the day together?” He asks and you chuckle; “We always spend time together.” You joke but nod your head; “But that sounds fun! We should go!” You say enthusiastically and stand up and grab some spare things you have in Aidens wardrobe you left here since you sleep over quite often. He watches you with a loving gaze and you change into some casual clothes. He comes up behind you and hugs you from behind. He hides in the crook of your neck and you go on your phone, both of you just standing there for a few minutes.

The time of you guys going to the arcade arrived and you were beyond excited! It was a long time since you went to the arcade so it was refreshing to go there after so long. You pull him to the dance machine and you both give each other a playful glare. To say you both were competitive was an understatement. You won and Aiden chased you around trying to get revange but you guys ended up getting yelled at by some staff and you mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and go on with your day.

A few hundred tickets later you guys decide to rest for a bit, counting them and try to decide what you should buy with them. Aiden tell you he will be right back and grabs the tickets, leaving you alone in the dining area of the arcade. You bring your knees to your chest and go on your phone, watching random things until he gets back. You heard footsteps and you thought it was Aiden coming back but you see an unfamiliar pair of shoes walk up to your booth so you look up to see a boy around your age. He had dark skin and black curly hair that went down to his shoulders. You didn’t recognize him but he surely did. “Hey you’re Y/N right? You go to my school.” He says snd sits down next to you. You nod awkwardly and force a smile. “Haha I guess so.. who are you?” You ask and try to move away, backing against the wall. He smirks at you and looks you up and down, leaning closer; “Well, what is a pretty girl like you doing alone? You know I can treat you better then that guy that stood you up.” He says and completely ignores your question making, you look at him confused, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You pray for Aiden to come back as soon as possible when you feel a hand on your waist; “Come on~ I just wanna take you ou—” He gets pulled away and falls onto the ground with a loud thud. He grouns in pain and quickly runs away once seeing who pushed him.

You look at Aiden and he looks at you, and he looked pissed. He glared at you and the stuffed animal in his arms was literally getting strangled. The scene was pretty funny since you never saw him get angry and he looked cute with the stuffed animal in his hand. Aiden drags you out of the arcade and walks with you to an unkown place. You walk in silence, Aiden squeezing your arm like it was a stress toy and leads you to his house. He unlocks it and runs to his room, you walking slowly behind him. You close the door of his bedroom and you get tackled into a bear hug. You stumble back and you fall on the ground, Aiden burying his face in the crook of your neck. He mumbles swears and curses, calling you his and that the guy was stupid to think he could get with you.

You smile and lay there, playing with his hair as he leaves kisses on your face. You smile at him, the scene really was funny, it was like a child having a tantrum. He looks down at you, hoisting himself up on his elbows and speaks; “You’re mine.” He says sternly and kisses your cheek. He then frowns for a second and looks back at you; “You wouldn’t have went with him right?” He asks and you quickly shake your head ‘no’ and sit up. “Never! I was so uncomfortable the whole time, I was quite literally praying for you to come back!” You say and that makes him smirk, apparently boosting his ego.

“Aww, you waited for me to come and protect you~ I knew you..—” He goes on and on about you needing him and that the guy never stood a chance and you just let him ramble, finding it cute. You chuckle at his antics and he noticed this, his smirk growing a bit, sadistic. He slowly walks towards you and you notice his hands going a bit too close to your sides. Your eyes widen and you jump to your feet, literally jumping over the bed to get away from him. “Nope!” You yell and put your hands on your side to protect them. You smiled softly, glad that everything was going back to normal. Aiden managed to get to you, but we don’t talk about that, the redt of the day was spent with Aiden rambling about random topics while you were listening, always with a smile.

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cameronspecial · 7 days

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how about we go a lil angsty? the reader hadn’t yet told him about her being pregnant bcs she remembers Drew once said he doesnt know if he wants to be a dad and so she tried to bring the topic up with hypothetical questions and his answers not exactly the thing she wanted to hear so she went all silent and pulled herself away and stuff.

I dont wanna give it away, so please you decide the ending..either they communicate and Dad!Rafe rise or…

I Want This

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Abortions and Miscommunication

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

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Well… She doesn’t know what she expected the results to be, but this is definitely an answer. Y/N doesn’t even think she can focus on the opinion she has of this situation because all she can think about is Drew’s.

———

“Awww, Babe, look at this pic of Lils that Mac sent me,” he gushed, holding his phone up to his fiancée. She looked up from her laptop, “So cute. Ugh, I miss them so much. I mean look at those little baby rolls. I just want to cuddle the cutie.” He smiled and brought her head under the crook of his neck. “I know. We have to visit them soon. I’m so glad I have a niece. It means I can be the fun uncle forever and never have to be a dad,” he mindlessly thought out loud, going back to scrolling on his phone. This caused her to freeze; they never talked about having kids, but he was so good with them that she assumed he would want them. She should’ve asked him about it because she wanted them. She didn’t though. Kids were important to her and so was Drew. She wasn’t ready to cause a rift in their relationship because of something small.

———

Staring at the positive pregnancy test, she has to figure out a way to gauge how he would feel about it before actually telling him the truth. Once she knows how he feels, it will help her decide how she wants to feel about it seeing that if they are on the opposite page, then she would have to make a difficult decision. She shoves the positive tests into the box and hides them in her makeup drawer. He never goes looking there. She exits the bathroom, lets out a deep breath, and heads to the kitchen to start getting lunch ready. Drew is coming home from filming in Morocco later today. The music blasting through the speakers makes her unaware of the new presence in the house. He smiles at the dancing silhouette cutting potatoes. His hand drops over her eyes and she sets the knife down with a grin. Her arms wrap around her neck to bring him down towards her. This allows her to pepper his face with kisses. “Hey, you weren’t supposed to be back until tonight,” she notices, turning the music off. His hand rests on her hip, “I was, but I was offered an early flight and I couldn’t say no to seeing my girl early. I missed you and I love you.” She sinks into his hold. “I missed and love you too.”

The couple spend the next half an hour cooking together before settling themselves at the dining room table. Since they talked to each other throughout cooking, silence falls over them. A chime comes from his phone and he checks it to see a text from his sister. “Mac is planning on coming down with Lils and my mom soon. They can stay in the guest room, right?” Drew confirms, reading over the text again. She nods, “Yeah, I’ll get it ready over the weekend and buy one of those travelling crib things for Lils. It is going to be fun to have a baby around the house. The guest room would make a nice baby room in the future. It has nice big windows and the closet is the perfect size.” The chuckle that comes out of his mouth drops her stomach into a furnace.

“What’s so funny?” she questions. He shrugs, “Not the babysitting part. They could both use a break and I will never say no to spending time with my niece. It’s just the thought of having to turn the guest room into a baby room is funny.”

“Oh, why?”

“I don’t know. It’s a guest room. I mean where would our family stay when they come over?”

“Yeah, where would they stay?”

She should probably ask if he meant he can’t imagine the room as a baby room right now or if it was a forever thought; however, she is scared of the answer she is going to get so she shuts down the conversation. They sit in a new tension-filled silence that he pretends he can’t feel.

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After lunch, Y/N retreats to the backyard to swing in the hammock. This tells him that she needs some space and he knows she is upset when she is still outside at eleven p.m. The friction of the patio door sliding against each other makes her turn to him. She doesn’t acknowledge his presence, waiting for him to say something. He places the plate of pasta he made for dinner onto the side table beside the hammock. “I found the pregnancy tests,” he states, bringing one of the patio chairs close to her. She freezes and sits up. Her legs swing over the fabric to face him, “How?” “Maddie helped me pick out clay pot Moroccan lipstick for you and I wanted to surprise you with it. I was going to hide it in your drawer…” he explains, eyes falling to his fingers and trailing off at the end. Her head moves up and down. Her thoughts are moving around her head a thousand miles a second. He is going to break up with her. He is going to make her have an abortion. Or worse. He is going to make her choose between the baby or him on the spot.

He grows nervous when she doesn’t say anything and his suspicions are confirmed. He understands why she is unsure about talking to him about this. The way he has spoken about having a baby in the past could’ve given her the wrong idea. He hesitantly reaches to place a hand on hers and does it when she doesn’t shy away. “I want you to know that the decision about what we do with the baby is up to you and I will be at your side during the whole process,” he assures. Her confusion causes tears to crop up in her eyes, “You don’t want the baby though. I know that, so if you are going to break up with me because I do, then just do it. But making me have to choose is kinda cruel.” His heart squeezes, hating that his words aren’t coming out as he means them to be. His head shakes like crazy and he sits beside her. He brings her head against his chest, “Babe, I don’t want to break up with you. I want to have this baby with you too.”

“You want the baby? Then how come you don’t think the guest room would be a good baby room?”

“Because my office would be a better one. The windows aren’t too big so it won’t wake the baby up in the morning and the closet there is even bigger, so when they get older they can have as many clothes as their heart desires.”

“Okay, you are right… What about when you said you want to be an uncle forever and never be a dad?”

“Honestly, I never really thought I would want to be a dad. I was content with being an uncle, but, Babe, when I found that pregnancy test, all I could think about was how happy I was to be bringing a child into the world with the most amazing woman in the world and I couldn’t wait to raise them with you.”

She leans back and rests a warm palm on his cheeks, trying to hold back her tears. “So you want to have this baby?” she verifies. He kisses the tears away, “I want this, Babe. I promise. We are going to do this. Together.”

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livingemkayde · 10 months

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neighbor!joel miller/dbf!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: Rated 18+, CONSIDER THIS YOUR COMMUNITY LABEL minors please dni, smut, age gap, oral m!receiving, unprotected p in v, praise kink, light choking, dom!joel, dirty talk, pet names. can you tell i have a thing for car sex. Probably more but…yk.

a/n: im so grateful you guys are giving me the opportunity to share my writing with a huge community. I cant thank you enough. This has been an outlet for me emotionally that i never anticipated. I love writing and i love love love reading your feedback. just for all the love you get double the smut. thank you again. please enjoy.

if u wanna listen to a song while reading, Let The Light In by ldr was playing while i wrote this lol. apple music spotify

wc: 5k (jesus)

this is apart of my small dbf!joel mini series, read the previous parts here:

part i part ii part iii

if you would like to read more of mine: masterlist!

He pumps his cock with your slick on his hand, moving so it's trained at your aching entrance — his hand shoots out above your head and braces himself on the car door. “Fuckin’ in the car like teenagers,” he grunts, running his tip along your clit. “Please Joel,” you whine. You don’t know if you can take it any longer. Joel squeezes the tip in, your walls accept him graciously, the desire to be filled overwhelming your senses. He slides in slowly. You whine for him to go faster. “Need you — please, just —” “Shut up — fuck — not gonna last,” he groans into the crook of your neck.

You try not to think about Joel — somewhere in the back of your mind you know it’s dangerous that he occupies so much of your brain at all times.

But you really can’t help yourself.

Especially when his stares linger a bit too long.

Or when your dad makes burgers and Joel’s thigh grazes against yours under the table.

And definitely not when his hands find your waist when everyone is shuffling around the kitchen, putting dishes away.

And it might physically hurt to ignore him when Sarah convinces you to run into the ocean at midnight and he’s waiting with towels for you on the deck — his hands brushing your ass when he wraps the towel around your body.

You thought you might have been doing an okay job at it, until you find yourself outside his bedroom door, contemplating knocking. You really didn’t want to seem desperate. But the tug in your lower stomach sends you forward, bracing your hand to knock.

You look to your left, Sarah's room is at the end of the hall and your dad’s is around the corner. You tiptoed through the dark hallway to get some water and you couldn’t help but walk past his door — to your surprise the light was on — seeping out under the door into the hallway.

You hear him moving. And the light turns off at your feet. You gasp and move back. But he opens the door, and catches you outside his room.

He meets you with a curious face. You read the silent question etched into it.

What are you doin’?

You shake your head, attempting to convey an overall I wasn’t doing anything vibe but he gives you a knowing look that makes you blush.

He nods his head towards the stairs and moves past you.

You follow his figure. He’s wearing pants that hug his hips and a t-shirt. He’s very simple. Yet he’s very Joel, and you can’t take your eyes off him.

He leads you into the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge, you sit at the table.

When he joins you, it’s almost like you’re both too scared to make any noise, you sit in silence, watching him as he tips the beer, sipping it, while keeping his eyes trained on you.

You aren’t dressed for the occasion, and it's a bit cold, but you don’t think he minds.

“I was just getting some water,” you manage to get out, your voice a bit hoarse.

“Sure,” he replies, tipping his beer towards you, chuckling a bit.

“What? I was,” you say defensively.

“Your room was the other way,” he notes, shrugging.

You blush and try to hide your face.

“Whatever.”

“S’alright, baby,” he says coolly — like his words don’t shoot down right to your core, “Just didn’t know you were so needy.”

“Fuck you,” you mumble, a laugh crinkling your eyes, “You’d like that,” you bite.

He laughs too.

“Maybe I would,” he says.

A few beats pass. There’s enough tension at the table you could cut it with a knife.

“You wanna tell me?”

“Not really,” you tease him with a smirk, “I was just surprised you were awake is all,” you say when he doesn’t respond, leaning back in your chair.

He lets out a huff and downs the rest of his beer.

“Could say the same ‘bout you.”

“I’ve got some things on my mind,” you say sheepishly, teasing.

“Yeah?”

You nod.

“What things?”

You stand, stalking towards him, he parts his legs to let you slot yourself in between his thighs. He looks up at you.

“Don’t be an ass,” you mumble while looking at his lips, “You know what things.”

“I don’t play guessin’ games.”

“I’m not playing any games,” you quip back.

Something in your tone switches the conversation.

It sort of stops Joel in his tracks. He looks up at you, and then his hand finds your hip, pushing against the bone. His fingers dip into your shirt, rubbing over the bruise he pushed into your skin from earlier — he bends to place a chaste kiss to the bruise. It makes your breath hitch. You think he might push you away, or tease you for being bratty with him. But he looks up at you with caramel brown eyes.

“On your knees then,” he says, stone-cold.

Your eyes widen, and you look around the kitchen in shock even though you know you’re alone with Joel.

He looks up at you — maybe a little shocked that you comply so quickly without putting up a fight. But you were a goner the second you walked by his room and your body is dropping in between his legs before you know any better.

Your knees hit the floor and you sit back on your heels, settling in between his feet.

He groans and pushes forward to rest his elbows on his knees, looking down at you. One hand grabs your face, tilting it up so you’re looking at him. The hold on your jaw squishes your cheeks a bit.

“You want it?” he says.

Your eyes intuitively look down to his zipper.

You nod.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” you let out as best you can with his hand on your jaw.

“Fuckin’ dirty girl,” Joel groans. His hand keeps your jaw in place, the other undoes his belt and frees his cock.

“Thought ‘bout me all night, huh?”

You nod out of habit.

“What I just fuckin’ say?” he shakes his head, the hold on your jaw comes down to your throat, squeezing gently.

“Yes — yes,” you say quickly.

You look down to his cock again, the tip of it gleaming with precum. It sends a white heat straight to the apex at your thighs.

“Please,” you whimper, looking up at him, “Can I?”

Joel can’t resist you. You both know that much.

“Alright,” he drops his hand from your throat. “C’mon princess.”

He leans back slightly. You spring to your knees, not waiting for his permission, and take the tip of his cock into the heat of your mouth. The saltiness of it hits your tongue and you whimper around his length. It makes him groan.

“Shit.” you hear him curse above you.

He gathers your hair, raking it up into a mess at the top of your head. You suck and lick his tip, teasing him a bit before he gets impatient and pushes your head down. You don’t mind his advances, bracing your tongue for his length.

But he’s big.

Bigger than the few you’ve had — and you choke when he hits the back of your throat. You brace yourself on his thigh, trying to take the little he’s pushing you down on.

“You can take it baby, c’mon. Slow.”

His words shoot straight down to your cunt. You try but you’re not used to his length.

“Chokin’ on it, c’mere —” he makes a move to pull his cock from your mouth but you whimper and slide in more across your tongue. He groans, “— fuck, baby.”

You want to take more. You know you can take more.

“Doin’ so good,” he grunts when you swallow more of him, “Fuck — you —”

Joel's hand holding your hair moves to your face. He runs his thumb across your cheek. It makes you look up at him through your lashes. His praise rings in your ears, and you can feel your hot slick dribble down your thighs.

He stares at you taking him — mouth slack with lust. His rich drawl, velvet, coaxes you down further.

“Goddamn angel —” he moans, “— so fuckin’ perfect.”

His head tips back in pleasure when you take what doesn't fit in your mouth into your hand.

He wipes the tears that spring from your efforts away with his thumb, looking at you kinda sympathetically.

“Attagirl, fuckin’ made f’me, baby,” he whispers. You look up at him again, because it sounds like he might actually mean that. You press your thighs together at the thought.

His words become quiet whimpers mixed with groans as you bob your head, steadily taking more — replacing your hand with your mouth.

“In your fuckin’ throat,” he hisses out when your nose brushes against the mess of hair at the base.

He slots his fingers through your hair, his hands, frantically touching you anywhere he can scramble to.

When Joel goes silent you know he’s close. His soft breath becomes pants above you.

When he grips your hair hard, you know he’s teetering on the edge and who are you to deny him?

His hips slightly cant towards your mouth, chasing his high, and he spurts down your throat in hot succession. He lets out a string of curses followed by your name. It makes you blush as you swallow.

You release his cock from your mouth, sinking back onto your heels as you rest your cheek on his thigh. His breath rises and falls and you watch the place where his heart should be rhythmically moving.

“Don't fuckin’ look at me like that,” he says, shaking his head and trying to avert his eyes. You look up at him, lazy, the slick between your thighs is enough to put a tortured look through your brows.

His thumb wipes your chin, some cum dragging across your swollen lips, and sticks his thumb back into your mouth as you suck it clean.

“Jesus, baby.”

“What?” you smile back at him.

Joel looks down at you, resting against his knee, in between his legs, your eyes lidded with lust and exhaustion.

He bends down to kiss your lips, and then your forehead, whispering into your skin —

“You’re killin’ me.”

Everyone takes it easy the next morning, Sarah dips into the ocean in the afternoon, you help your dad with lunch.

It's uneventful but it's nice.

Your dad suggests going to the boardwalk for dinner, which you all agree to, Sarah wanted to check out the rides there.

You slip into a dress, your dad said the restaurant was a bit fancy. You’re just grateful you brought a dress in the first place. You meet everyone downstairs, Joel looks up at you descending which makes you laugh a bit. It’s sort of like prom when you first come down the stairs and your date is waiting for you. Or like he’s prince charming and you’re Cinderella.

But you get snapped out of that trance quickly.

“Ready to go kiddo?” your dad says, moving towards the entrance.

You smile at him, Sarah comes to your side, linking arms and goes on about how there's a ferris wheel and carousel on the boardwalk, across from the beachfront restaurants.

You all pile into the truck, Joel in the driver’s seat. It's a short walk but it’ll be easier to drive with so many people.

Your dad was right, the restaurant is a bit fancy. And it feels like you’re suffocating when you sit down across from Joel, Sarah at your side. He looks up at you — you blush and smile to yourself, opening the menu. It’s far too formal for the four of you, but it’s a nice change. And you like seeing Joel in a button down.

Dinner drowns on — you aren’t really paying attention to much because Joel’s foot keeps bumping into yours. Maybe it’s accidental. Or maybe it's a silent plea.

Sarah’s voice snaps you out of it.

“Please dad?” she asks, having cleaned her plate.

You remember them talking in the truck, Sarah saying something about meeting a few friends her age on the beach.

“They down near the rides?” Joel says, gruff.

“Yes, dad. Like I’ve told you a million times,” she rolls her eyes and Joel laughs a bit, waving her off with a twenty and telling her to be safe and get back by midnight.

The two men turn their attention back to you.

Joel’s foot knocks into yours again and you shoot him a look — though he doesn’t seem to be paying it much attention. You’d be lying if you said the uncertainty of his touches left you completely unbothered.

You finish dinner with a coffee, the men have their drinks.

You can't really think about much else until your dad's voice snaps you out of it.

“So, what do you think?”

But he's not talking to you. He's talking to Joel.

“What do I think ‘bout what?” He asks.

“Dude—” your dad is sipping at his whiskey, “Theresa?”

Doesn’t seem like appropriate conversation when you’re present but that doesn’t really cross your mind because who the fuck is Theresa?

“Uh, yeah she’s nice, man,” Joel says awkwardly.

Nice?

“Nice?” your dad scoffs, echoing your sentiment.

Your dad looks over at you — “Been tryin’ to set Joel up with a lady,” he says, explaining. But it feels more like a punch in the face. Your eyes widen, you choke a little on your coffee.

“Oh,” you say. Joel doesn’t meet your eye, “She from the neighborhood?” you inquire, thinking about the woman from the barbecue.

Your dad nods.

“She’s a teacher,” he says. “You probably met her at the barbecue.”

He turns back to Joel.

“She likes you dude,” your dad says. “Think she’d be good for you.”

That feels less like a punch in the gut and more like you got roundhouse kicked in the face and slammed into the ground. You try not to let it get to you.

“Just don’t know if I’m lookin’ right now,” is all he says in reply. You try not to look at him, but your brain subconsciously makes an effort for you, peering up at him through your lashes. He catches your eye quickly — and drops it in just as much time.

Your dad grunts in response, waving down the waiter to get the bill.

“What ever happened to that Liam kid?” he says, talking to you now.

“Oh,” you reply kinda absentmindedly. You haven't really thought of Liam in a couple days. His texts remain unopened in your phone.

“Nothing,” you shrug.

“Hm, nice kid though,” your dad claps Joel on the back, “Ain’t you think so?” he says, talking to Joel now.

“Sure,” Joel lets out in his rich drawl.

Another tap on your foot.

Joel’s eyes stare into yours but he doesn’t look angry — it's more of an expression you can’t read.

He isn’t mad right?

“Yeah,” you say, the conversation dying down.

Your dad doesn’t see your stolen glances.

“Why don’t you go with Joel, kiddo?” he says, fishing bills out of his wallet.

“What?” You ask, shocked.

“Need to handle some work-things back at the house, but I heard the boardwalk here is nice at night,” he nods over to the exit.

You look at Joel tentatively. He nods towards the exit, giving your dad a handshake while you follow him outside.

The cool air hits you. You shiver a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself.

You fall into a steady stroll towards the boardwalk. You can see the lights from the ferris wheel a couple hundred feet ahead of you, the ocean water shining under the moonlight as you walk along the coast.

You look over at Joel, his hands digging into his pockets.

“Good dinner?” you ask, smiling.

“Mhm,” he says.

You settle into the night, walking towards the carousel lighting up the center of the boardwalk.

“C’mon, Joel,” you say, looking towards the small line waiting to get on. The lights shine a white-yellow — lighting up his eyes in the darkness. Kids scream. Adults laugh. It’s a bit too perfect.

He looks at you and huffs. Almost like a no is already trained on his lips from habit. But when he looks at you, he stops himself.

“Alright, c’mon,” he grabs you by your hand, interlacing your fingers and steps in line.

The previous ride ends quickly, Joel steps on the platform first, helping you up, extending his hand.

You both sit on one of the benches meant for parents. He drops an arm around you, like it’s second nature. You snuggle into it.

“Haven’t been on one of these in years,” he says when the music starts and the platform begins to spin. Some kids run by, trying to claim the best animal.

“Me too,” you say in reply.

You remember the last time you’d been on a carousel. Your dad and Joel organized a day trip to the state fair — though it feels like forever ago — during high school.

“State fair, remember?” You say, hesitant.

“Yup,” he squeezes your shoulder.

“Didn’t think you ‘member,” he continues.

“Of course I do,” you look at him, he meets your eye. “You gave me my first sip of beer.”

You wonder if that might strike a nerve. It’s more than a loaded statement — a bomb already counting down.

He huffs a laugh.

“Now look at you,” he says.

“Yeah, all grown up or something,” you say, teasingly.

“Or something’,” he echoes, with a huff, not meeting your eye.

A few moments pass.

You see a particularly pretty horse out of the corner of your eye. You begin to stand on the moving platform, Joel scrambles for your waist.

“The hell are you doin’?” he grabs you, standing.

You look back at him, entranced by the light circling his face. It looks perfect — he looks perfect. Picturesque. Hallmark. Like it could be a movie scene. Maybe in another life he would kiss you — with the horses spinning around you, the night sky staring down when he kisses you like nothing else matters.

But you know Joel.

And you know putting his arm around you was pushing his boundaries.

“C’mon,” you pull him towards the horse that caught your eye.

He grunts but follows you.

You get on, both legs on one side, stumbling a bit on the way there. But you’re having fun, and Joel is here and he doesn’t want to leave.

He stands next to the horse, looking up at you.

“Havin’ fun?”

“Loads,” you smile at him, he smirks back, hiding his face when you touch the spot between his neck and his shoulder, squeezing.

“You look pretty,” he cuts through the music.

You try to hide your shock.

Pretty.

It's not like this with other guys. Sure, they've called you pretty, some even called you beautiful. But with Joel, you feel like he really means it.

It also shoots down to the white heat building in your stomach.

“You clean up nice, Miller,” you say with a blush.

The ride ends, you both settle, walking through the boardwalk. A breeze rushes through, it sends a chill up your spine.

You wrap your arms around yourself to trap some heat even though your efforts are fruitless.

But Joel notices.

“Got a jacket in the truck. C’mon,” he says, turning to walk back to the truck parked near the beach.

You follow him.

It might even be on instinct, but you snake your hand through his, interlocking your fingers while your other hand holds onto his arm where the crease of his elbow is.

You don’t see him smile.

When you get to the truck he opens the back door, leaning in to grab his jacket out of the backseat. He wraps it around your body. The smell instantly fills your nostrils and shoots down to your core. It’s his heavy work jacket and it’s entirely too big for your small frame but you like it — love it.

When you finish putting it on, he looks at you, still standing by the open car door. He leans back against the seat cushion, looking at you with crossed arms.

“A little big,” you giggle, showing him your hands which disappear into the canvas sleeves.

“Looks good on you,” he says with a smile.

You walk towards him, he wraps his arms around you.

“Thanks,” you say into his chest.

Joel hums in response.

A breeze pushes on your legs and you can feel your nipples pebble against your dress — you think Joel can feel it too if his sudden stiffness is any indication.

You adjust in his arms, slotting yourself between his legs.

You can feel him.

“Kiss me,” you say, looking up at him.

“We’re in public,” he doesn’t look down at you, but you can see the muscle in his jaw tick. You don’t know why he’s being withholding. No one is nearby — Joel’s truck is the only one left in the parking lot.

“Please?”

“Not now.”

His tone might suggest he doesn’t actually want to kiss you. But his cock pressing hard against your stomach tells a different story.

“Joel,” you whine, wriggling against him.

“Quit,” he says.

You try to stop moving. But the feeling of him, hard, against you, makes your cunt throb.

He stops you before you make any decisions.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“Know you’re thinkin’ of somethin’,” he says, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Needy,” he complains.

You’re about to drop it. But his hand snakes around your waist under his jacket. The movement hikes your dress up, his hand resting on your low back.

You are — needy.

But you just need him.

“Joel,” you say, giving him a warning.

“What, baby?” he says, teasing.

“Please.”

Not a question — a statement.

A plea.

Joel looks down at you for a couple seconds. Then he taps your ass towards the inside of the truck.

“Get in,” he moves so you can crawl in first, spinning around when you get to the other side of the truck’s backseat, shucking off his jacket and hiking up your dress. He crawls in after you, shutting the door.

He’s quick with his belt, undoing his jeans in a frantic fashion — pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. His cock is free before you have the chance to pull down your panties.

Joel pushes your dress up more, revealing your underwear. He plays with the straps a bit, before pushing them to the side roughly. The sudden movement causes them to rip a little.

“Joel!” you say, as he grabs your panties and stuffs them into his pocket.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he pants, sucking a mark into your hip.

His fingers find your core as you lay down along the back seat, opening your legs, your thighs covered with slick. Joel’s thick fingers slide through your folds. His breath hitches and he lets out a curse to find you soaking wet, staining your legs.

“Fuck baby, you didn’t…?” he trails off, referring to after you had his cock in your mouth and he told you to get some rest.

You shake your head. “Waiting for you,” you pant, breathless.

“Christ,” he groans, playing a thumb on your clit as you writhe under him. “This all for me?”

“Yes — Joel — you,” you say through moans.

He pumps his cock with your slick on his hand, moving so it's trained at your aching entrance — his hand shoots out above your head and braces himself on the car door.

“Fuckin’ in the car like teenagers,” he grunts, running his tip along your clit.

“Please Joel,” you whine. You don’t know if you can take it any longer.

Joel squeezes the tip in, your walls accept him graciously, the desire to be filled overwhelming your senses.

He slides in slowly. You whine for him to go faster.

“Need you — please, just —”

“Shut up — fuck — not gonna last,” he groans into the crook of your neck.

“God—” you moan when he slides home, his hips pressing into your thighs.

Joel can feel you pulsing around him. You’re dangerously close already.

The windows gather condensation from your combined pants.

You try to angle your hips up to meet him, fucking him back as he thrusts slowly, but that makes him groan more.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he says, his thick drawl wrapping all through the truck, stoking the fire burning in your low belly.

You want more — no — need more.

You push his chest back. He looks at you confused but compiles. He sits back in the seats, you straddle him, pushing his cock towards your entrance.

You look at him. He stares back in awe.

“Baby—” you cut him off by sinking down on his cock, the tip sneaking past your entrance. He lets out a strangled groan.

You take him, inch by inch, feeling his girth stretch you out in an entirely different way at this angle.

“Fuck, feel so good, Joel,” you settle on top of him, both of your chests panting against each other as you grind your hips a bit. “So deep,” you moan out, cockdrunk.

His hands find your waist and hips, begging you to move — to do anything. You look down to his jacket on the seat. His work jacket. That he wears around the neighborhood. You’re not sure why but your dad’s comments about Theresa enter your mind.

“Do you have a crush on anyone in the neighborhood?”

“What?” he asks with a grunt. “I’m literally inside you.”

“I know, but…”

You shift a bit in his lap, the movement makes both of you moan out.

“Said she’d be good for you,” you manage to get out.

“Don’t really remember her,” he whispers, trying to push his hips into you. “‘N don’t agree.”

“You don’t like her? — ah —” you start rocking on his hips, chasing a high that's settled in your stomach on instinct.

“No,” he fucks into you, chasing his own.

“Then what do you think?”

His eyes dart up to yours, holding your gaze for the first time tonight, not breaking it or looking away.

“Think I like you,” he breathes into your cheek.

He says it with such a genuine tone even though he’s deep inside you. It makes your stomach do a flip, finding the urge to ride him incessant through your loud thoughts of what could be. When he says things like that it’s hard to ignore it any longer. When he looks at you like that you know you’re completely done for.

“Fuck —” you say, clenching around him.

You ride him, the notion of his words settling in your chest and pushing you towards your release quicker than you thought possible.

You’re coming before he can respond.

“Oh my — fuck, Joel,” you whine.

“That’s it, attagirl — fuck,” he goes silent, chasing his own high as you relax around him.

His hands urge you to continue moving. He kisses you, like a man starved. All your silent begging through the night erupting with one kiss as you come down from your high. It's like he was telling you at the restaurant — be patient and at the carousel — just wait.

Your stomach tightens at the feeling of his breath on your neck, sucking and biting and just smelling your skin.

You continue to ride him through your post orgasmic haze. He chases his own release like he's done the whole night.

“Oh baby — I —” he groans when you nip at his earlobe.

“Please Joel, wanna feel you,” you whisper into his ear.

He groans at that, pushing you down by your hips faster, you grind against him, a piece of clay destined to be molded to his body perfectly.

“Jesus — fuck,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you, sinking his teeth into your neck, and coming inside you with hot hands running over your back.

When he relaxes under you, he presses soft kisses to your temple, you tremble from the thought of his hot slick oozing out of you through the night.

“Did so good for me, such a good girl,” he whispers into the dark truck.

You slump against him, he holds onto you.

His words ring in your ears.

Think I like you.

You smile when you look at him.

“What?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.

“You said you like me,” you chide, teasing him.

“Shut up,” he breathes, laughing a bit.

“Don’t worry,” you kiss him, “I like you too.”

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succubusmunson · 7 months

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warnings: cnc, ghostface!eddie, reader being chased, degradation, teasing, begging, pet names, name calling, mentions of a knife kink, public sex, creampie

Corner after corner, you look for a hiding place to take a breather. What you thought would be a nice night out took a turn when a masked man took a great infatuation with you. You were separated from your friends and all the other groups wanting to enjoy the haunted house. At first, you thought this was normal, but now you were away from everyone, and it wasn’t normal.

“Did you really think you could get away that easily?” You were pushed against the wall, trapped between it and the man in the Ghostface mask. “A pretty girl like you should’ve thought better.”

You looked up at him, barely able to see the wickedly dark glint in his eyes because of the mesh of the mask. Words were trapped in the back of your throat as he kicked your feet apart and placed his leg between yours, pressing it right against your cunt.

“Have you been this wet all day? You’re starting to make a mess.” His voice was low and a bit raspy, speaking next to your ear. “Or do you just like being manhandled?”

“I-“ You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are, but the feel of his leg flexing against your cunt has your skin starting to sweat and your mouth going dry.

A rough hand ran up the sides of your body, forming goosebumps in its way before stopping at the base of your head and pulling your hair. “I knew I picked the right girl from your group, knew you’d be the perfect slut to let me do whatever I want.”

“No…” You tried to shake his head, but he only pulled harder, making you wince in pain (and a little bit of pleasure). “I-I’m not a slut.”

“So that isn’t your clit throbbing that I feel?” With his other hand, he quickly pushed past your pants and panties, quickly finding your clit. “God damn, sweetheart. You’re fucking soaked.”

There was no denying it now, not with his fingers toying at your clit, running slow figure eights on it. You tried your best to hold back the moans, biting your lip so hard that blood hit your tastebuds.

“Don’t be shy, baby.” His fingers dipped lower, teasing your hole as it clenched around nothing. “No one will know that you’re screaming over my fingers scissoring you open. I gotta get you ready for my cock, don’t I?”

You whined at his words, your whole body betraying you. “Please… don’t.” You weren’t putting up the best fight. Your body knew what it needed, and so did you.

He turned you around and pressed your face into the wall. “Stay still, got it?” You heard him unzip his pants before he pulled down yours enough to have your cunt out. “I wanna hear how pretty you scream with my cock deep inside you.”

Without warning, he slid into the hilt. His heavy balls pressed against your clit. It took you by surprise how fast he was, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Fuck- such a tight pussy.” He grabbed your hips and fucked you up and down on his cock, his eyes never leaving where he disappeared inside you.

Thrust after thrust, your head became fogged from how good his cock felt, filling you up with every inch of it.

“Y-yes! Right there!” You couldn’t think about how wrong this was when the tip of cock dragged perfectly against your g-spot.”

“That’s it, keep squeezing my fucking cock.” He brought his head down to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “Maybe I should’ve- shit- brought my knife and carved my initials into your pretty skin, make you remember this night forever.”

You moaned loudly over his words, your eyes closing as your legs began to shake. “Oh- oh my fucking god.”

“You gonna cum already?” He brought his hand down in a swift spank, the skin of your ass sting. It had incoherent words falling from your lips. “Pathetic.”

You don’t know if it’s being able to feel every vein of his cock as he fucks into you so hard that you’ll see bruises from his hips tomorrow morning or if it was the way he called you pathetic, but you couldn’t hold your orgasm back any longer.

Your back arched as you dragged your nails down the wall, and pornographic screams fell from you as your orgasm shook every inch of your body. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop- please!”

“Soak my cock, sweetheart.”

“E-Eddie!” You couldn’t keep up the act anymore, not when you were cumming so hard.

“God fucking dammit- I’m gonna cum, baby.” His head rolled back as the clenching of your cunt spurred on his own orgasm, pumping you full of his cum. “Take every fucking drop.”

“You feel so fucking good,” you could feel him fill you up, giving you everything he had. “Thank you, thank you.”

After taking long enough to catch his breath, he pulled out of you, watching his cum leak from your used hole. You both fixed your clothes in silence (apart from the screams of scared people coming from hallways over).

“You seemed actually scared there for a moment.” Eddie took off the mask before pulling you into his arms and resting his chin on top of your head. His lips swollen from all the biting he must’ve done while he was deep inside you. “I had to catch you off guard.”

“Trust me, you really did.”

He lifted your chin with his fingers and kissed you slowly, tugging on your bottom lip. “Who knew you’d be such a slut for public sex.”

#eddie munson smut #ghostface!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader

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courtingchaos · 4 months

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But Incubus!Eddie has trouble sometimes doesn’t he? Insatiable as he is, there comes a time when the fantasies meet up just so. Just right. Juuuust what he’s been in the mood for. Just rough enough to indulge him, his demonic strength — likes to throw, likes to feel you fight him, likes the feel you claw at his arms and back when he hits it in the way he knows makes you almost cry and choke on your breaths.

Too cocky brats trying to out do each other, but he always bests you. Giggling, smirking, cooing while he lets you on top, let’s you choke him, let’s you slap him.

“Go ahead, keep up with me,” he’ll grin up at you, hands tucked behind his head with his elbows out lazily, “Go ‘head n’ try. I’ll watch.”

Can you keep up? You want to keep up. It’s hard being a mere mortal.

- definitely not Carol.

Okay not @carolmunson .

(This got away from me.)

(It’s all over the place actually.)

(I didn’t read this over. Pardon my mistakes.)

(It’s also been one thousand years.)

He heard you before he even saw you because you’ve clearly seen him. Like the thoughts are being beamed directly into his brain he can hear your words tripping over each other. Short of just screaming ‘hot!’ at him, it’s a blur of images he can barely keep up with. The guy your with, he assumes, is tall and looming and completely uninterested in you. The music blares loud from the speakers so you don’t hear him come up behind you even though you’ve had your eyes glued to his head since you spotted him.

“You come here often?” He whispers right in your ear and he can see the immediate effect he has on you. Something like pure euphoria rolls over your face and your eyes dip half closed to find him in the dark.

“Not really, no. Not my kind of music.”

“Wanna go somewhere a little quieter then?”

Lurch next to you is still oblivious and only gets huffy when you tell him your running to the bathroom. The next set it starting soon and you’re gonna miss it and honestly it seems like you don’t even want to be here, he can’t believe he spent money on your ticket. He’s halfway to asking you to pay him back when you turn and leave and Eddie has to turn away too to hide his laughter.

It’s too easy some nights.

Really it’s been too easy most nights. That fire under his skin is a low ember, still hot but fading and with it his own self too. He’s figured it out at this point what he is and what it entails, so he’s looking for a good hit tonight and it would seem to be you. There’s an edge there that he can’t suss out yet, something swimming under the image of him cornering you in that hallway to the bathrooms.

There’s another flash of him with his hand on your neck, walking down some street lined with walk ups. It’s dark, both the feeling and images, especially when he sees himself kissing you in the doorway.

“I’d really like to get out of here Eddie.” You’re at his elbow before he knows it. His name rolls off your tongue like syrup and he didn’t even have to tell it to you.

“Yeah?” He shifts to box you in against the wall plastered in posters. “What about your date?” Your hands run up the inside of his jacket, nails first into his ribs while your eyes dance up and down his chest.

“I don’t really care.”

There’s the bite he was looking for all night. He doesn’t hesitate to drag you out of that venue and into the night. Your all hands and reaching grasps, teeth along his neck and laughter into the crook under his ear. He snakes his fingers along the back of your neck, just to hold, and you lean in harder under his arm. When you steer him into a darkened entryway the hairs on his arms stand up just before you push him against the brick.

“I don’t bring just anybody home.” You tell him between kisses that you mash along his jaw. You’re clawing at him through his t-shirt almost like you’re trying to will it out of existence. “Consider yourself lucky.”

He just hums, turning to laughter when you pull him into your place. It’s small and dark and you don’t waste time showing him around the close quarters. Just pull him down the short hallway to your room.

He already knows about the rope you keep in your bottom drawer, unused but with hopeful intent for the future. He knows about your top drawer full of batteried friends and the two silicon cocks that don’t seem to ever get the job done just right. He’ll fix that though, especially tonight while you let the information just roll right off of you.

Lust filled psychic damage blasted at him that almost makes him stagger. You have plans for him that make his teeth set on edge and he realizes he has a real challenge tonight. You’re not just someone looking for a quick fix to their fantasies, you intend to take him along for the night of his life.

In your room he spins you around before you can push him back onto the bed. He climbs up after you and gives you a brief glimpse of himself, horns and all. A flash of a memory that seems to light a bonfire in you. He gets your shirt off and your jeans undone before you try to take control again, your fingers dipping past his waistband to feel along warm skin. Tugged further up your bed and further up your body so you can bite at his bottom lip he laughs at your fervor. So quick to get to all these pieces of him that seem to glow for you in the dark.

He can already feel your teeth biting into the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. Your hands pull at his hair before they ever travel upwards, still busy trying to work his jeans open with eagerness. He already knows what the wet heat of your mouth holds for him and the way it feels to sink in deep inside you. The backs of your knees will be tacky against his palms when he presses them into your chest to get the right angle, the one that makes you growl something deep.

You surprise him though. A welcome wrench in his plans when you kick his leg out from under him. Make him fall to his side and you roll him, smiling down at him and pushing up his tshirt. A palm slides flat up his chest and the appreciation is evident in your eyes.

“Am I lucky yet?” He gets out before you make him moan with a light grip around his throat and a firmer one down his boxers.

“You tell me.” Heavy strokes up his length while your fingers dance around his neck. It’s been too long since someone has turned his own game on him and he relishes the attention for now. He lets you hold him down and tease him, the moans at the back of his throat genuine. He has a moment of doubt when you lick a long line up his cheek and laugh, the idea that you might be like him and he somehow missed it, but when he reaches further into your lust that’s all he finds.

A need to push and pull at him that has you both still half dressed and him winning this new match of wills. It’s almost a slap fight when he gets out from under you with a giggle. Almost unbelieving as you push his hands away in your need for dominance but once he gets his hand in your hair you drop. Pliable and moveable like you were melting into your mattress as his free hand glides along your back. Up your spine and back down your ribs to make you shiver.

He gets you out of your jeans with your underwear shoved to the side, fingers finding your clit without even trying. You can’t see him but he lets that cocky grin spread all the same when you try to hold yourself up under his magical touch. He knows all your spots, knows where to mouth and where to bite and it’s almost like you can read his mind too. Hands grip behind you to grab at his hair, fingers digging into the back of his neck and hips chasing his hand when he turns his touch a little too light.

“Eddie please just fuck me.” You whine and he pulls your head backwards to capture you in a kiss. He can feel you trying to gain the upper hand again but he isn’t playing that part of the game anymore tonight.

“Say it again.” His voice is deeper. Layered in tones to keep you floating in that headspace of combined lusts. There’s an awareness to you still though even under all this fog and when your gaze shifts to his he can’t really deny you anything when he watches your lips form around your plea.

“Please Eddie.” You press your hips into his to grind along his hard cock and he has to take a steadying breath before he rips your underwear further to the side and lines himself up. Barely in place before you rock your hips again and push him inside, a hiss from between his teeth when you groan and dig your nails into the back of his neck. This isn’t going to be one of his long night as much as he wishes it was. You’re too far gone to his power and your own hubris, lust washing over your every dip and curve. He keeps his fingers on beat with your panting breaths and it almost feels like a light has been turned on suddenly with the burning at the base of his spine.

Heat rolls off of him the closer he gets to cumming, his breath wet against the back of your neck where he mouths around to sink his teeth in. He’s almost blind to you in front of him while his mind is filled with a jumbled mass of your thoughts. With every pointed thrust he gets a shiver up his spine like you do, a double hit of his own powers that makes him feel dizzy. Nails dig into his thighs where you grip him tightly to keep him close and rutting, your repeated ‘don’t stop right there!’ giving him a tempo to keep up with.

He times it just right so you cum at the same time. Drawn up flat against his chest, his fingers working you over to pull you up to your peak, cock buried deep so he can feel every flutter around him. He lets you see him just out of the corner of your blurring vision, really see him before your eyes roll back and you moan out his name. Wild curls with black eyes under them, dark mouth and thin tongue that darts out lick at the shell of your ear while you come apart.

Eddie can feel that well inside overflow with you. His name sounds too sweet from your mouth, your fantasies too potent for him to just ignore when this is all over. Gently he lowers you to bed with light touches that hold now instead of grip. When he slinks in behind you on top of your covers he cups a cheek with his palm and runs the tip of his thumb along the edge of your lip. It’s a soothing motion for sure but he’s also bringing the night to a close before he decides to do something stupid.

Instead of you falling asleep like he planned though, you seem to bounce back with a clearer head about the stranger in your home. You kick him out gently. Nice even he thinks, but he wasn’t planning on staying anyways. You hand him an Oreo from the pack you’ve opened while he gets his boots back on and he can’t help but laugh.

“Was I a good boy, deserving of a treat?” He shoves it wholly into his mouth and holds his hand out for another. You cast a suspicious glance at him before it breaks into a smile and you hand him two.

“Very. One for the road.” Your eyes are heavy while they watch him walk out the door. Hidden behind it to conceal your bare legs against the cool night. He can see his effect on you still, a glint under the tiredness from mauling each other for an hour. “See you around?” You ask around a yawn and he shrugs.

“Only if you wanna find me.” Outside after you turn off the light he stands there memorizing the number on your door and the sign on the corner before he starts on his way home, new fantasies filed away for his next run in with you.

#My Work #Incubus!Eddie #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader

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kaeyx · 8 months

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Hello , do you still doing the prompts? Because I would like to request smut prompts 15+16 with chuuya if you're ok with it. Thankyou

15. “One more cheesy pick up line and I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

16. “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed” + Chuuya

Warnings: reader is gn and afab in 15, and completely undescribed in 16. Suggestive content, talk of public sex (15), smut, somno, oral (reader receiving)(16)

Notes: I could not for the life of me figure out how to mix these two so you get two separate blurbs

Prompts here!

15. “One more cheesy pick up line and I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

It's a gorgeous afternoon for a date and that is exactly what you're doing, curled up next to Chuuya and picking at the remains of some sweets you'd both laid out on the picnic table. There's the distant laughter of children and the rumble of cars, and you can spot a few people through the trees sitting and lying on the grass. You let out a happy sigh and squeeze Chuuya tighter, lacing your fingers together around his waist before nuzzling into his shoulder and planting a kiss on his cheek. He's oddly quiet but puts an arm around your shoulder, eventually dropping his hand to your hip and tugging you further against his side.

"Chuuya?" This close you can see he's shaking a little, head bowed to hide a blush spreading across his face. His fingers tighten when he hears your voice.

"Hm?"

"What's wrong?" You ask innocently, turning towards him and inadvertently pressing your body further against his. He tenses, his jaw visibly clenched.

"You really don't know what you're doing, do you?" Chuuya grumbles, shifting slightly and resting his free hand on your leg. He's suddenly very close, looking at you with a barely contained need in his eyes. "Or maybe you do."

You swallow, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

His voice turns softer as he leans in, tilting his head as if to kiss you. "Maybe you know /exactly/ what this is doing to me." His lips are close enough to brush against yours now, and your breaths are quick and shallow in your throat. "What do you think, baby? Want me to fuck you right here? 'S that why you're teasing me so much?"

"I didn't-" you stammer, a small laugh slipping from you, your hands tightening on his waist with purpose now. He really is pretty in the golden light, the fiery halo of his hair seeming to shield you from the world. Your hands slide down to his hips, kneading them and sliding over his thighs. Chuuya sighs shakily. "I didn't realise."

"Mmmm, but I don't see you shying away. You'd let me bend you over the table right now, wouldn't you? Wanna walk home with my cum dripping down your leg?"

16. "Let me give you a reason to stay in bed."

The first noise that comes out of your mouth is a confused groan, twitching as you come around. Sunlight is just beginning to peek through the windows, but you're not in any state to appreciate it before your eyes flutter and your hips roll, fists tightening in the sheet.

"Good mornin'." A rough voice rises from between your legs, vibrating against you and making you twitch. You throw the sheet off and meet Chuuya's gorgeous, storm grey eyes looking up at you. He hides a grin against your thigh, giving the flesh a quick bite to make you jump and yelp before his mouth moves over your clit again, flattened tongue laving over your mound and dipping into your pussy just enough to tease. He grips your legs tight enough to bruise when you try to kick your feet, moaning as you whine and pull his hair.

"Ch- Chuuya!" The cry comes out louder than you'd anticipate, a ragged moan that only gets louder as his tongue toys with your clit.

Your eyes roll back as the dam breaks and you cum with no warning, pulling him closer to your cunt while he groans happily. As your vision clears and you look down you notice Chuuya subtly rutting against the bed, still grinning up at you. He kisses the crook of your hip, lapping up the mess he's made of you and making you shudder from overstimulation.

"I called in sick for you." Chuuya kisses up your slit, a thumb circling closer to your entrance. "Didn't want to let you go today."

#chuuya.bsd #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya smut

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dearmura · 10 months

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hii:) can u write something like riki x f!reader when they just listening to music at 3am with riki’s airpods!! like clam music and they just hugging and talking to each other with soft voice not to wake someone up. that idea popped up in my head while listening to cold by sign crushes motorist (it’s really nice I promise!!) and it really reminded me of riki and his vibe!! thank you~~🖤

midnight blues

warnings: not proofread

pairings: non-idol! Ni-Ki × fem! reader

genre: fluff

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

groaning softly as your eyes flutter open, you slowly become aware of your surroundings, brought awake by the soft sound of music in your ears almost too low to hear. feeling the figure holding you tighten his grip, your hear a slight shift in the pillow beside you

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up, angel?" riki whispered worryingly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before tangling your legs in his. shaking your head dismissively, you utter a quiet 'its okay' before leaning into his touch, comforted by the warmth of this body heat

you try to form a sentence but the sound is muffled by your face buried in the crook of his neck, refusing to leave his embrace. giggling softly at your clinginess, he utters a teasing 'hm?,' wanting you to reiterate. as if physically paining you to do so, you peel yourself away from his chest for a second, meeting his eyes

"why are you still up?" you mumble, voice still not fully recovered from your previous slumber. you nuzzle into him further as you wait for his answer, earning a chuckle out of the boy

"dunno, just been a little stressed, that's all" he tries to brush off, making the whole ordeal seem so miniscule. with the clock reading 3 am, you whip your head to the boy

"ki? it's 3 am, what do you mean that's all?" there's a hint of worry in your voice as you speak, you hand coming up to his face to caress his cheek. he leans into the touch

"s-nothin princess. jus wanna stay li-this for now" he slurred his words a little, almost drunk off the attention you were giving him. not wanting to press further, you let it go, knowing he would open up to you about it sooner or later, just not right now. hearing the same soft melody that woke you up before, you change the topic

"can I listen too?" you ask, eyes switching to the airpod he took out at the beginning of he conversation, ensuring he was giving you his full, undivided attention

"of course, angel" he says in his classic deep voice that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. handing you the airpod in his hand, you place it in your ear before he snakes his hand to the back of your head, gently bringing your head to his chest

*now playing: it's you - max*

feeling his fingers tangle in your hair, he softly massages your scalp, making you let out a satisfied hum. as the chorus rolled around, he slightly pulled away, now inches away from your face, softly singing the lyrics

"it's you~ loving's so easy to do~" eyeing you pure adoration, you can't help but giggle, hiding your face as you feel his eyes on you. he chuckles before taking your hands

"why so shy, angel? can't a boyfriend express how much he loves his pretty girl?" as he speaks, he lifts your chin to meet his eyes. slowly, he leans in, letting your lips meet. you hope he doesn't notice the flush that comes across your face. he'll probably tease you about it later but for now he ignores it

pulling away, you both smile as you rest your head on his chest, lulled back to sleep with the soft thump of his heartbeat. smiling fondly at your sleepy state, he can't help but grow drowsy himself, sleeping happily knowing you were

fin

an: so sorry I took so long to post, I've been a little busy:') I hope you guys enjoy! Loved this prompt btw!!

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #enha x reader #enha imagines #ni ki

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wannaseewhatshangin · 8 months

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hi, honeybee! i love your writing, i literally just spent almost an hour reading your stuff! 🩷🥺

i was wondering if i could request dallas with a reader who had been in an abusive reIationship before getting with him, and she hid it from him until one day she flinches during an argument and dal is like ???? and she opens up about it and it's all fluffy and cute and he's fuIIy prepared to go beat up her ex for hurting her?

Awh.. I LOVE THE NICKNAME YOU GAVE MEE! SO CUTE! You are now one of my faves! AND I LOVE IT! Reach out anytime!

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Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem! Reader

Summary: The readers secret finally comes out during an argument.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, cursing, Dallas being too cute, Smoking, mentions of beer.

❝ When I arrive at my destination. I am going to kill Bill.❞

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It was a deep secret you didn't want to come out.

You wanted Dallas to think that he had a perfect girlfriend and you wanted to keep the sad stuff to yourself.

But secrets don't always hide themselves. They always come up to the surface. Whether they are meant to or not.

"Y/N..Why can't you just do it next week?"

Your performance was tomorrow night, you practiced all week and you wanted Dallas to watch.

"Because it would be too late to do it next week."

You spoke quietly and thought about if your relationships would be like the last.. He never wanted to watch your performances. He watched a few but he just shrugged them off like they were nothing.

He didn't understand the tears and frustration you put out just to make it the best for him to watch.

"Well I'm busy tomorrow night. Maybe I'll think about it." He said, taking a puff from his cigarette as he looked at the TV.

He always said that.

"Dallas!" You said, turning off the TV, standing in front of it.

"Hey, what the hell!" He said, sitting up, standing from his seat, walking to the TV.

"I'm sorry. But you don't understand what I go through just for you to push it away! I worked really hard this time, just for you. And you won't even think twice about it."

"I said I'll think about it!" He yelled, throwing his hand in the air.

You winced and shut your eyes tightly. You moved back harshly, making you bump into a table, knocking over your beer glass. You put one hand in front of your face, the other holding onto the edge of the table to keep your figure standing.

Dallas slowly brought his hand down.

"What'd you do that for, huh?" He spoke quietly. He already knew why. He just didn't wanna believe it.

No. He refused to believe it. That someone had hurt his beautiful doll.

"N-nothing. Just tripped." You got stood up straight and walked into your kitchen.

He followed you, right behind you.

"You think I believe that shit? Hell no! You're gonna tell me why the hell you acted like that." He said, and even though his voice was harsh, he grabbed your wrist gently.

"I'm serious, Dally. I tripped over my own feet. You don't even have to go to the performance, Dal. I wont go either." You said, hiding the fact that you were crying.

"Doll, I can't help you if you don't help me. Tell me. I'll go to every performance you have. I just want you to tell me who hurt you." You had him at your mercy. You could tell that he would do anything for you to tell him.

"My ex, (Random punk ass name), was abusive. Just a past relationship that didn't end well. Just old habits. I'm sorry."

He wrapped you in a hug. You could tell he was angry but he never took it out on you.

"No. Don't ever be sorry. I would never put my hands on you. You know that, doll." He kissed your cheek, his eyes tearing up at the thought of someone taking you for granted.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head in the crook of his neck.

The two of you stood in your kitchen like that for a while until you let go.

When you let go, he felt scared that he was gonna lose you.

You realized that you overreacted over the whole performance thing. You didn't even like (flutes, violin, piano, etc.)

"Dally, I'll tell you what. You don't have to go to the performance. I overreacted. I don't even like doing it. We can go out for ice cream tomorrow night, or maybe cause some trouble around town, hm?"

Dallas shook his head, smirking slightly.

"Or we can just stay here together, Watch a movie, and eat some snacks." Truthfully, Dallas just didn't wanna let you go.

You nodded.

But Dallas knew that when he got the chance, he was gonna find the guy that did this to you. And he was gonna kill him.

#dallas winston x reader #dallas winston headcanons #x fem reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #fem reader

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steveisagay · 1 year

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Could you maybe write a fluff fic about m!reader x Eddie? Where the reader has had a shitty day but Eddie is there(so it’s immediately better imo). Eddie asks the reader what’s wrong and all the reader does is just face plant into Eddie’s chest and mumbles something about someone at work being awful. Ends in sappy cute cuddles and Eddie making terrible(yet funny) dad jokes to cheer up his boy, with kisses included.

"It's okay, you did good today,"

Eddie Munson x M!reader

Thank you so much for your request! Whenever you show up in my notifications it reminds me that people actually like my writing

Warnings: swearing as always, slight homophobia, slight allusions to a car crash, I accidentally made it more angsty than needed, other than that it's fluff, also a mention of kids

Today was shit. Y/N's work was shit, and so was having to deal with people all day long. Normally he would have no problem with a few needy or bitchy customers, but not when they just came in over and over and over. It took almost everything in him not to walk out or hide in the back until he could go home.

Going home made everything worth it. Not only could he sink into the blankets covering his bed, but he could always sink into the arms of his lover as well. While Y/N had to work the standard 9 to 5, Eddie was out selling different types of drugs to the same dickheads he condemned, well, and the typical loser.

Driving home was tense, he was gripping at the steering wheel, trying to keep it all together. He didn't bother to turn on the radio, as he was already driving 10 over the limit. His fingers loosely played with the keys, but making sure to keep his eyes on the road so he could at least still get home to Eddie.

His hands shook as he fiddled the key into the knob. He already heard the faint sounds of the tv. When he finally got the door open he didn't bother hanging up his keys, instead tossing them on the counter without looking where they actually landed.

"Hi baby!" Eddie practically yelled throwing his hands up in the air, his words muffled by whatever he was snacking on. Y/N took quick steps until he found himself hidden in Eddie's neck. "Baby, what's wrong?" He ran his hands down his boyfriend's back as Y/N finally relaxed after his long day.

When Y/N answered it came out as a mumbled mess where the only coherent words were 'work' and 'people'. "Yeah baby, people suck," Eddie felt as he grabbed onto his shirt harder, moving his hand to stroke their hair, "it's okay, you did good today," his eyes grew wider when he started to feel his lovely boyfriend start to shake. He gave a quick squeeze before saying anything else.

"Baby,"

His heart ached when when he heard the small 'yeah..' that came from the crook of his neck.

"Wanna hear a joke?" His smile gleamed when he felt the small nod against his skin. "Okay so, how do cows stay up to date?"

"I don't know, how Eds?"

"They read the moos-paper" he replied with a small chuckle, "Next," he paused, for dramatic effect of course, "Where do pirates get their hooks?"

Finally, Y/N looked up, eyes glistening as he made contact with his adorable boyfriend. "Where Eddie?"

"The second hand store." He snickered

"Oh my god, that was terrible."

"Why thank you," he was just happy to make him feel better, "Now, what's blue and not heavy?"

Y/N giggled, "I don't know, a bucket?"

"No! Light blue!"

Then he hurled a pillow from the end of the couch, "Oh my god Eddie, when did you become a dad?"

There was a small pause, "Whenever you're ready."

Y/N was stunned, they'd been together for almost a year, but they'd never talked about kids. "Eddie..." A sense of sorrow overtook his eyes again, "We can't..."

Eddie made sure to press a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. "I'm sure we can figure things out," he pressed another kiss to his lips, then his nose, "I know the system isn't exactly in our favor, but we can figure something out."

His eyes had started to glisten again, they'd never talked about having kids because, well, they're two men.

Eddie pressed three more kisses along his cheeks and back to his forehead. "What's brown and sticky?"

He laughed again, "I don't know Eddie, what is brown and sticky?"

"A stick," he pressed a kiss to his lips once again.

Y/N chuckled, "you are horrible, I hope you're proud of yourself."

Eddie let out a laugh of his own. "Actually I am quite proud of myself."

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson fluff

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 6 months

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'Fit for a King' - WIP - 'Oh, what I wanna do to you'

Fit for a King - Masterlist

a/n: help, I should get some rest instead I'm writing more könig smut

CW: talk about very explicit sexy stuff, little stalker fantasy, little degradation and primal stuff

König and Müller are on a short mission to get a target out of a prison, the team is working on some last-minute intel for the best way to get in. Müller just comes back from training as…

“Oh, what I wanna do to you”

(pure smut, NSFW)

I make my way back to my tent when all of a sudden, a hand grips my wrist and pulls me into a dark corner. My fight response is triggered and I almost scream but the hand clamps over my mouth as I’m pushed against a big manly frame. “Don’t.”, the voice says. Relief sets in as I recognize König’s accent. The hand slides down to wrap around my throat. “My god, you scared me.” The giggle behind me is mocking me. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I roll my eyes. “Oh, you did, Colonel.” The sound coming from his throat is almost a low growl that sends a wave of need between my legs.

“I’ve been watching you closely the last few days.”, he says, non-chalantly. “And what did you observe?”, I want to know as the hairs in the back of my neck stand up straight. Knowing that he’s been keeping an eye on me, sometimes maybe when I didn’t realise it… did stuff to me. “The way your brows pull together before you take a shot, how you eat your dessert snack before the meal, that even all that tactical gear can’t hide your figure, at what time you go to work out, when you return to your tent, all alone …”, he trails off. “And that body of yours is making me think about stuff that I shouldn’t think about.” The thinly veiled lust in his voice gives a hint to what kind of thoughts he’s referring to. The whole situation is way too close, way too much, way too hot. But I don’t want him to stop. I want him to scoop me up, bring me to his tent and devour me whole.

“Oh, what I wanna do to you.”, he whispers. “You wanna do what?”, I sigh, acutely aware of every inch of him pressed into me. And I mean… every inch. The whole hard length against my lower back, as he rolls his hips. “I need to-“ The rest of his words turn into unintelligible murmurs as he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. “Come on, big boy, use your words.”, I taunt him and his grip around my throat gets firmer.

“You really want to know what I wanna do to you, Liebes1?” The gremlin voice comes out, his inflection in his voice turning crazy… and a little bit depraved. A mood I normally witness when he’s on the battlefield ripping through enemies. “I want to fuck you, drive my dick into you, see your tiny body swallowing it up, rein, raus, rein, raus2. Until you come around me.” His blunt descriptions send shivers of arousal down my spine, his hand still firm on my neck, his face – the mask pressed up against my temple. So close to my ear. “Then I wanna taste you, lick you, feel your wet dripping pussy on my face, because not knowing what you taste like is driving me crazy.” His fingers wander up until his hand is spanning from my chin around to the back of my neck. I can’t move my head an inch, wholly restrained by his arms around me.

“And then I’ll make you kneel for me, Prinzessin3, and fuck your pretty face, until I come down your throat. And you’re gonna be a good girl and say bitte und danke4 and swallow every last drop. And then I wanna do it all again.” His breath is heavy and erratic as it suddenly hits the side of my neck. The sensation sends shivers down my body and I squirm in his hold, rubbing my thighs together as the need between them gets stronger. “I wouldn’t let you leave my room for days, make you take me as often as I please, like a little slut, and pump you full of my cum. Oh, you would look so pretty with my marks all over your body. Everybody would know that you’re mine.” The last word is an almost unintelligible growl as he bites down on the soft spot between my neck and my shoulder. A small scream escapes my lips, turning into a muffled moan as his hand moves over my mouth. “Ssssh, Liebes1, or the others will hear.”, he whispers. My god, I’m so turned on right now, the restriction on my breathing only making it worse.

All of a sudden, he lets go of me and I almost fall down to the floor. My chest is heaving as I suck in air. I don’t dare to look back at him, I just straighten up. “König…”, is all I manage to say. A satisfied hum escapes his lips as I say his name. “If you say my name like that… I want nothing more than to hear you scream it while you’re coming on my tongue.” His right hand trails down my side as it comes to lay on my waist. “Then why don’t you take yourself what you want?”, I ask him, not daring to look at him. I feel heat creeping up my face and setting in at my cheeks in a heavy blush as I realise that I just proposed my superior officer to give me cunnilingus. And from the way his breath quickened under the hood and his fingers dig into my waist, he’s thinking about taking me up on my offer… I mean, I think we’re already past a certain point because he just confessed to wanting to pump me full of his cum.

"No, we can't do that.", he finally says. Still breathing heavily. His hand drops down leaving my waist. "Why not?", I ask, almost soundlessly. He chuckles, but it's not a happy sound. "If you have to ask this, Müller, then we really can't do this." With that he leaves, and I'm left here, alone, wet and needy.

Liebes: 'my love', 'lovely'

rein, raus: in, out (you catch the drift)

Prinzessin: princess

bitte und danke: literally 'please and thanks', more in the meaning of 'pretty please'

#könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #könig x fmc #könig fanfiction #cod mw2 smut #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut

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yueisyum · 1 year

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Look alike ⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ⋆

genre ꕤ idol au, strangers(kinda) to lovers,

pairings 𖧷 Idol Jaemin x drunk reader

Warnings ☽ mentions of alcohol, sexual tension to the MAX! 🚨SMUT/⚠️ Building Arousal, fat dick jaemin + too much stamina jaemin😏 Overstimulation, Use of nicknames, degrading, and praising. Revealing of identity. (Jaem is very condescending 🤭)

Note: this is a continuation of the teaser, so if you haven’t read it yet, you can find it (here) If you find any grammar or spelling errors, please let me know. If you have any questions or recommendations, my requests are open! Please enjoy😚

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@nominsgirl @c-ms1ut @carelessshootanonymous @toroufriteh @baek1-1 @syhdluv

…

“Please” you whimper.

He smirks, keeping his eyes on your lips.

You, in fact, cannot smell the stupid fried chicken on his breath…

Liar.

But your not sure you care anymore. He smells like cologne, light cologne, and that new clothes smell. (You know what I mean) It was intoxicating. He was so close to you now. His lips where less then an inch from yours.

“Y/N! I found the charger-“ Shihyun stood in front of the door with her arm in the air, the charger dangling in front of her face.

FUCKKKKKKKK… WHY!?

You turn your head to her and give her a look. She narrows her eyes before realizing the position you’re currently in. “Holy shit- nevermind, forget it- go back to what you were doing!” She waves to…. What’s his name? Then slides back inside. The guy next to you nods his head and lifts his hand to say hello.

Awkward ….

You gnaw at your lip for a moment before turning back to him.

“Sorry, should we-“

“Do you wanna-“

You both giggle and you close your eyes to curse yourself for being so awkward. He drops his head against your shoulder laughing. And you wrap your arms around he shoulders naturally. “You go first” I suggest when he lifts his head back up. He watches for a moment. Your hands are resting at his shoulders and his hands are propping himself up on the bench. “No you go first” you roll your eyes. And he smiles. Another beautiful smile.

“I’m sorry, that’s Shihyun. She’s a little slow…” you cringe at the thought of her trying to act like she didn’t just see what she saw. You didn’t want to say what you were going to, not when you’re already almost shaking at the thought of bringing up sex with him. Instead, you just look at him, waiting for a response. “She’s watching us” he says simply- not looking away from you. Snapping your head to the door you see her peering through the window. Her hot breath and hands smudging the glass. She ducks down instantly after you see her, probably falling over in the process, You giggle uncontrollably.

“She’s drunk” you can’t stop laughing, covering your mouth to hide your smile.

•••

“Y/N! I found the charger-“ Shihyun stood in front of the door with her arm in the air, the charger dangling in front of her face.

When you look over at the drunk women at the door he lets his head fall in disappointment.

Fuck, I was so close-

“Holy shit- nevermind, forget it- go back to what you were doing!” She makes a face toward you and then she waves to him, Then slides back inside quickly. He makes sure to nod his head and lifts his hand to address her. He then waits for her to leave. But she’s doesn’t. He can see out of the corner of his eye, a figure through the glass door. He tries not to laugh and looks back to you to see if you’ve noticed your nosey friend. He’s watching you think, and biting at your lip. You don’t know what to say now; and he’s finding it hilarious. He tries to help you:

“Do you wanna-“

“Sorry, should we-“

You both begin at the same time.

He laughs at that. He thinks it’s ridiculous that he can’t keep himself together. He hasn’t drank anything; Why is he laughing at everything? He finds himself in the crook of your neck. He can smell your perfume; simple and euphoric. He can smell the alcohol too but it’s starting to grow on him. Your arms wrap around him and he almost died. Your touch is so soft, and addicting.

“You go first” your voice was almost a whisper. He lifts himself off of you to see your face, he feels flustered when making eye intact with you. Your eyes are so beautiful. He doesn’t want to ask anything from you, if you aren’t comfortable. And he doesn’t want to risk scaring you off with the mention of taking you back to his place.

“No you go first” he refuses, keeping his eyes on yours. You’re fluster too.

you roll your eyes and he waits for you to answer. Your fidgeting, or shaking? He makes sure to take note of that.

IS SHE COLD?

SCARED?

“Sorry, she’s a little slow”

you cringe, probably at the thought of her trying to act nonchalant. “She’s watching us” he says simply- not looking away from you. He watched you Snap your head to the door once again. But this time He turns with you. You both see her peering through the window. Her hot breathe and hands staining the glass. She ducks down instantly, most likely falling over in the process.

“She’s drunk” he turns to you when you say that, your voice sounded high pitched and airless. You cover your face from him again, hiding your laughter and your smile. He hates that, hates when you do that-

“Oh my gosh-“ you kept going. And he can’t help but beam at you.

You were ecstatic, giggling at your friend. You look so fragile, so beautiful, so… perfect. He’s smiling, why can’t he stop smiling!?

“I should probably go get her back to the group”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine” he grips your thigh. Can’t have you leaving him not yet. You look at him, shocked at his sudden change in tone. “Let me take you to my place” he asks, Well not really. It was more of a statement or demand?

“Your place?”

“Yes, my place… Do you trust me?” He watches your chest rise and fall. You’re just looking at him. Definitely contemplating the question. He finds it cute but it also turns him on.

“Should I?”

He thinks for a moment. Well… he is keeping his identity form you… does that count as lying? Is he a liar? God this is frustrating. What will you do if he tells you the truth?

“Depends…” it’s all he could muster up. But you didn’t look upset with his answer.

•••

You’re not entirely sure this is how you planned on spending your Friday night, but your not complaining. His car smelled new, it wasn’t the cleanest, but your remembered that he was at he club with his friends. So they must share a car. And the bottle of beer in the cup holder must be his friends too.

He keeps his eyes on the road. His forearms are on display for you, should his arms really be turning you on? Probably not. But they do. You can see each and every vein, and when they flex every time he makes a right turn.

Should you have told everyone you were leaving? You told Shihyun, she was drunk out if her mind… she might forget to tell yejun and the others. You’ll text them, and keep your location on. Just in case.

Is he playing music? It’s nice.

Who is this song by?

NIKI? It’s a good song. I’ll need to remember that name.

He has good taste.

You are freaking out…

Did you shave? Yes. Yesterday.

When was the last time you washed you hair? Yesterday… maybe?

When was the last time you cleaned your belly button- what?

Should you brush your teeth before you two- wait what if you’re not going to have sex?

What if he just wants to hang out?

Should you ask him for his name?

Ok you texted Yejun. Everything is fine.

His hands are big…

Stop looking at his hands-

Why are you so nervous!?

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He takes a couple quick glances at you. His eyes are soft and his voice is low and gentle.

“What?”

“Are you nervous?”

“No” you shake your head and laugh. Yes you are, you as so nervous.

“Do you want to get food?” When we stop at a light, he turns to you completely, waiting for my response. “No I don’t want to get bloated” you respond, covering your hands over your stomach.

What if you already are!?

Are you? What did you eat tonight!??

“Don’t be ridiculous, what do you want? What are you craving?”

You.

“Ramen? I don’t know- I’m not hungry. I feel Iike if I eat I’ll throw up. And not because I’m drunk.” You explain, looking out the window to avoid his eyes. He laughs shaking his head. When the light turns green he takes a left. “Your so cute”

You feel giddy when he says that, the compliment was so natural. God you’re not going to make it. “Don’t boast my ego” you try to joke and he laughs. So you relax your body and watch he road ahead.

•••

You were being quiet, too quiet. He wondered if you were started to regret coming with him. Would you tell him if you were? No. You’d probably be to embarrassed to admit that. Fuck! What if you changed your mind!? He really needed to focus on driving, but all he can focus on was the way you were shifting in your seat. But he’s glad you were able to joke with him.

When he pulls into the parking spot he hops out of the car, and runs around the front to open yours. You step out with a cheeky smile. “Are you just doing this because you want me in your bed?” You ask, tilting your head at him. He makes an exaggerated offended face. “No! I would never! I’m doing this for a good yelp review” he teases while closing the car door behind you. You snort and try not to trip in your heals.

•••

His apartment complex looks expensive. The elevator was modern and the music was even classical properly some shit like Beethoven. You wouldn’t be surprised if there was a fountain situation in the lobby.

There wasn’t, but they could definitely fit one. The hallways were lit with modern lights, and the ground was clear of trash unlike your dorm building.

When you made it to his apartment you notice immediately how big it was. It wasn’t bougie or overly fancy but it was big. For one person? You started to feel self-conscious, the thought of someone like him being interested in you? You walked in with him, your short dress and light limp- people probably think your an escort!?

“You’re rich! People are going to think I’m a gold digger! Or a hooker-” You turn to him. Hes placing his things down on the counter and sliding his shoes off. “I live with my friends” he chuckles and makes his way to you. You nod with an ‘oh’ as you continue to look around the living area. It’s surprisingly cleaner then you’d expect. And you look like a kid at his first time at a Olive Garden or something “You should take your shoes off, it doesn’t take a genius to know your feet hurt” he says from behind you. You turn in surprise, he’s really close, and you almost knock into him from the action.

“Right.” You grab at his arms to steady yourself and slip out of your heals. The feeling of air on your feet felt good-

what if your feet smell bad..

what if he thinks your feet are ugly!?

Is he looking at your feet now!?

Yes he is?!

Why is he looking them!?

Are your toes too long!?

“Aww they’re red” he mumbles, keeping his eyes towards the ground.

“I’m sorry?” Your brows pinch together, and you tilt your head in confusion. He looks back up to you. His arms pull you into him with a soft grin, Your chest is pressed into his.

“Your feet, they’re all red. Do they hurt bad?” He coos, the question making you oddly fluster-er.

“Can we not talk about my feet? This is embarrassing” you let go of his hands and back away. “You’re embarrassed?” He asks with a cheecky smile on his face. He brings his hands to yours and squeezes them. Then he pulls you towards him once again.

“I think so.”

“You think so?” He try’s not to laugh, but he can’t help it.

“Stop responding to everything with a question! You’re making me nervous!” You press your head into his chest in embarrassment, your hands grip his to ground yourself.

What is happening to you!?

You were fine before!!

•••

“Sorry” Jaemin chuckles at your shyness, he finds it cute, but he knows that will end up being a problem later. “Can I kiss you now?” He asks. He tries looking down at you but your face remains pressed into him.

“If you promise to stop teasing” you mumble into his chest. Your small hands squeeze his. He’s starting to think he has a size kink. Or maybe it’s it’s just you.

“I promise to stop teasing, for now” you laugh into his frame before lifting your head to look at him. Taking your heels off made you lose a couple inches on him.

“So… I can kiss you?”

“Stop asking me and just do it please”

So he does, he bends down to kiss you. Your lips are soft, and they pucker a bit, he can’t help but smile. The back of his neck feels hot, and he can feel your hands shaking a bit. the thought of you not truly knowing that he is really Jaemin is clouding his mind, and the over bearing feeling of guilt swallows him. He tries to pull away but you chase his lips, tilting your head to deepen it even more. “Hey” he calls, and you lean back, dropping your feet, which were on their toes to reach him. “Hm?” You tilt your head again and he wants to kiss you again.

“There’s something I should tell you” you stare at him Patiently. Jaemin runs all the scenarios in his head.

1. You could slap him across the face for lying.

2. You could freak out and run off

3. You could think he is lying

4. Or you would be totally okay with it.

He’s hoping for the latter.

“Hey? You okay?”

His eyes refocus on you. You pull your hands away from his, and it almost stings. “Is it really serious? Are you a virgin or something?” You ask him and he laughs nervously.

“No no, I just lied to you. About who I was”

“You never actually told me who you are…what are you like the amazing Spider-Man?”

“I’m scared that if I tell you, you’ll run off. And maybe punch me-“

“What!? What is it?”

“I’m-“

He stops when he hears a knock at the door behind him. He turns slightly to face it. You lean over to watch the door as well.

Perfect.. no really. Who the hell could possibly be at the door right now!?

“Jaemin! You left with the car and the keys! What the hell!? How did you expect us to get home?- hold on, I think Jeno has a spare key!” You both hear the voice through the door. It was muffled but very clear.

Oh.. right.

“Jaemin!? Jeno!?” He turns back to you, your face was full of shock and confusion. You just look at him, frozen in place.

SHIT

“I was trying to tell you-“

“-You’re na jaemin!? Holy fucking shit- I almost threw up on na fucking jaemin!?” You turn away covering your mouth, your voice was shaky.

Was that one of his scenarios?

No..?

The door began to click open and he had to think fast.

•••

Your body was being lead into a room. It was dark with only a small lamp providing a smile light. You couldn’t really focus on any of that though.

NA JAEMIN!?

HE IS NA JAEMIN!?

You almost threw up on him…

He could smell your alcohol breathe all night…

He had to carry you- are you heavy!?

Is that why he was asking all those questions about if I would ever sleep with hi-

NA JAEMIN WANTS TO SLEEP WITH YOU!?

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy fucking-

“Stay here, I promise I’ll explain- let me just deal with my friends” the guy- jaemin* put his hands out in front if him. Telling you to ‘stay put’, then rushed out of the room, closeting the door behind him.

What the fuck-

Why didn’t he just tell you who he was? How could he expect to go out to a bar and think no one would recognize him? Why wouldn’t he just tell you he was actually jaemin? Why does he want to sleep with you!? Why couldn’t he bring up that fact that he’s NA JAEMIN!?

You find yourself pacing around his room. He wants to have sex with YOU… you want to have sex with him- but what if he doesn’t like it… would it be awkward now!? Shouldn’t you be angry. Why aren’t you angry? You need to sit down.

Shit- your shaking and your breaths are getting shorter and shorter- your freaking out… AGAIN!

•••

“Wait- your telling me she’s in your room now?” Mark asks, his face was full of shock and amazement.

“Yes”

“And you didn’t tell her who you are?” Jeno adds.

“Yes”

“But you were about to? then we came- and accidentally revealed it before you did? and now she probably thinks you weren’t going to tell her? And now hates you?” Heachan adds, trying to sum it all up.

“Dude what the fuck?” Chenle kicks him in the shin and Haechan whines.

Jaemin sighs and places his head in his palm. “Yes…”

The boys all think for a moment. The silence was killing him. “Would it kill you to disagree?”

“Dude, she doesn’t hate you, she’s probably just freaking out” mark tries to explain and the rest nod.

“Exactly! And having her wait in your room like she’s a patient, probably isn’t helping” renjun agrees.

“Fuck-“ jaemin quickly threw the remote he was fidgeting with and bolted to his room.

•••

The door flew open which caused you to jump slightly. There he was… na jaemin.

“I’m sorry” he shut the door behind him. Leaning up against it to watch you sit at his bed. You aren’t sure if he’s apologizing for hiding his identity or scaring you with the door. You both stare at each other for a moment. Your still in shock and he’s probably trying find the right worlds… so you decide to speak first.

“So you’re actually jaemin?” Your hands lay in your lap, they are shaking and a bit cold.

“Yes”

“And I thought you were just a look alike this whole time…” you mostly talking to yourself now. He tries not to laugh and nods his head, he looks away to avoid your eyes. “Yeah”

“And YOU want to have sex with ME?”

“Yes? Aren’t we getting off topic?-”

“-This is really embarrassing!” Your lips quiver and you cover your face. You sensitive bitch.

“I’m really sorry. you just- I mean, no it’s not your fault. I was just scared that.. I don’t know, but when you said that you wouldn’t sleep with jaemin-“

“-You mean you?”

“Yeah- yeah me; I got scared, I thought that if I told you who I was, you would run off.”

“…I probably would’ve…” you tried to laugh but it came out dry.

“Exactly! And I really, REALLY, did not want that to happen.” He pushed himself off the door and made his way towards you.

You just look at him then look away… you could bare the fact that you are in his room, on his bed, and he’s is apologizing to you about something you aren’t even mad about.

What the heck do you do!? He joins you on his bed, but he keeps his distance.

“…So I just didn’t say anything, but I swear I was about to tell you, before those idiots came back”

•••

You think for a moment longer, the both of you sitting in silence. Na Jaemin apologizing for wanting to be with you?.. holy shit

“Im very upset” you announce. You couldn’t be mad, even if you tried. But why not have some fun?

“Im sorry” he repeated. He seemed genuine and it doesn’t seem he like he realizes your not actually mad. He tries to maintain eye contact while spewing a abundance of apologies.

“I don’t think I can forgive you Jaem” you shake your head, trying your hardest to hold your facial expression. You reached out for him and you squeeze gently. Trying to make it obvious that you just playing a part. The thought of having na jaemin in your hands was driving you crazy. Your mind repeatedly taking you back to the bar where he was holding you thighs and carrying you and- and you almost threw up on him.

Your mind will never let you hear the end of it, however now…

Now you have the upper hand.

•••

“I don’t think I can forgive you Jeam” you added, your voice sounded playful… but your words are the opposite- and why are you giving him that look-

“M’sorry y/n” he leaned in uncontrollably. Your little smirk drawing him closer to you.

God- he likes this side of you. Jaemin’s eyes remain on yours. His heart pace quickens and he swears he can feel goosebumps. The sexual tension between you two came out of nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

“You’ll have to make it up to me…”

“How can I do that?” He asks, his hands grab yours and squeezes lightly.

His lips are almost on yours now. His eyes are hooded and his breath matches yours.

He was about to close the distance when you turn away. “How about we watch one of your face cams!” It was sudden and unexpected… but deserved. You hop off of his bed and make your way to his computer with a huge smile on your face. He drops his head in disbelief.

This is his punishment… he deserves this.

•••

Are you still unbelievably horny? Yes

But are you proud of yourself for teasing him? Yesser

“Really?” You hear him ask from behind you, and you fight back a giggle.

“Maybe… make a wish? I like that one” you take a seat at his chair, and he remains seated on the bed.

“Do you?” He asks, you can hear him shuffling around then lets out a sigh.

“Yep” you respond in the most upbeat, nonchalant way you could. Clicking around his already opened computer to YouTube. Your innocent behaviour was almost laughable. Teasing him, by not giving him what he wants? And he’s playing along!? You might die. “So how does that sound? Make a wish?”

“Mhm” he hums with a tight lip smile.

You search the video you want to watch and then smile in shock.

“You’ve already seen them?” you laugh. The mouse is hovering over a face came video of himself, but the red line indicates that’s he’s already watched it the whole way through. You continue laughing and glance at him. His smile grows wider when you look at him. His smile is breathtaking.

“What? It’s called monitoring, and I like to read the comments. wanna read all the crazy stuff fans wrote about me” he shrugs, continuing to look at you and not his monitor. He seems as if he couldn’t care less about it.

“-your lying!?” cocky motherfucker.

So your telling me he reads the comments!?

You hear Jaemin get up from his seat and hover behind you. Then, he bends down so his face is next to yours and his hands lean against the desk so he can maneuver the mouse. Kinda like how teachers hover over frustrated students in a classroom… but he’s not a teacher and this isn’t a classroom, and your horny not frustrated. Or maybe you are?

Jaemin takes over the mouse and clicks on one of the face cams, and you lean back into the chair.

Jaemin was only able to keep it together for 45 seconds into the video, Standing there impatiently.

“Do you really want to be doing this right now?” He turns his head to you, and you turn yours to lock eyes with him.

Holy shit he looks so good in this lighting, and why does he have to look at you like that!? The smirk that slowly appears on his face is a reminder that He’s a literally and idol… why aren’t you freaking out like a mad man!? There’s no way your still drunk right? so why are you able to hold your ground like this!?

“What would you rather be doing?” You ask with an innocent face.

“You” Jaemin grabs the chair you’re sitting in and spins you to face him completely, and away from his computer. he leans in, his lips searching for yours again.

you weren’t surprised by his response necessarily, you kinda thought he would say something like that, but you didn’t really think of how you would respond.. now your just staring at him, flustered and frustratedly horny.

You turn back to the computer before he could get too close. Your not giving in that easy. “Wait, shh this is my favorite part” you put up your finger to his lips to ‘shh’ him, then watch the screen quietly. Jaemin rolls his eyes and grabs at the arm rests of his chair.

“Y/n” he spins his chair once more.

“Yes?”

“Don’t you want the real thing?” He flashes a look at you. A look you’ve seen before… on tv? At a concert? In a music video? Who knows but your thighs push themselves together in response, and you’re fighting to keep your composure.

“Hmm… I don’t know, the real thing doesn’t seem reliable” you tease with a smile. The song was still playing in the background, you wanted to keep watching but it’s long forgotten.

“I am reliable, I promise”

“Promise?” You laugh at his seriousness, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth, trying not to allow any giggles to escape.

“Promise” Jaemin reaches to remove the hand covering your mouth, then pushes his lips into yours. You DID tell him to stop asking to kiss you. This wasn’t quick and desperate, it was slow and sensual. One of his hands grab at your thigh and you almost moan into his lips. You place your hand over his and squeeze.

•••

You taste so fucking good. The alcohol on your lips is driving him crazy. There is absolutely no way your lips are naturally this soft. His body was getting weak and when you brought your hands to his, he nearly lost it.

Jeamin pulls away and contemplates how he should continue.

“Jaemin” you call out after a moment

“Yeah?”

“Please make it up to me”

No more contemplating-

He grabs a hold of your hand and brings you to your feet with a tug. Then he pulls your waist towards him and kisses you like you two only have 20 minutes left to live. He feels you grab at his shoulders and you lift yourself onto your toes to reach him.

Cute

Jaemin slowly lifts his right hand and slides it up your body slowly, to cup your tits through your dress. As his hands move, you lift yours and wrap them around his neck. When your feet give out and you fall back you your original height, Jaemin bends down to chase your lips. you allow his tongue into your mouth he almost cums right then and there. Instead he pulls away. “So, we are having sex tonight?” his eyes focus on your for an answer.

“It IS on my bucket list” you joke with a shrug. Jaemin pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He drops his hands to your hips again and asks; “Sleeping with an NCT member is on your bucket list?”

“No, sleeping with YOU is on my bucket list” you joke. He can’t find it in himself to look away from you.

“Ohh I see, so you planned this?” He teases.

“Oh yeah! All down to the YouTube video and everything” you agree sarcastically. Your features playing along in the conversation. When you both finish a mini laughing fit, you both take a moment to look into each other’s eyes. “Now that that’s out of the way, can you go back to touching me? Please?” you pull him closer. he tried to hum in response but it came out as a low groan. He doesn’t even care if he sounds like a perv anymore.

“Fuck, y/n.. can I take you to the bed?”

“You don’t have to ask- Jaemin!?”

You were cut off when he bends to lift you by the back of your thighs, then he turns to sit you on his bed. when he lays you down and begins to climb over you, your dress was rides up your thighs. Lifting every move you made. You look so fucking gorgeous, he wondered what you taste like- He wants to taste you- he needs to. He sits up to get rid of his shirt, revealing his toned stomach. Then he moves back to hover over you.

“Um- what- how do you want to do this?” He asks, his right arm was holding him up above you, and his left was playing with the hem of your dress. “What do you mean?” You ask, doing that thing he now loves about you. He’s finding it hard to understand that he’s just met you tonight, and that you haven’t know each other for years.

“Do want me to be soft? Rough? Vanilla? Are you okay with biting”

“Too many questions jaem-“

“- I need to know y/n”

You sigh and think for a moment. “What are you usually like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like with other girls? Are you rough with them? What does your definition of rough mean?”

“Now your asking too many questions” he laughs and you join him.

“I don’t care. Just remember I’m not made of glass, sound good?”

“Yes ma’am” he smirks and places a peck to your lips before he raises his head. Jaemin beings to lift your dress up your thighs then your waist. You slightly lift your upper body to allowing his to completely pull it off of you.

You are so fucking beautiful- he almost forgets to breath. Your underwear is simple but you still look so fucking sexy in it. He can see your chest rise and fall, and the curve of your boobs form on top of your bra. He finds himself kissing at the area, sucking and leaving marks all over your chests. Soft moans leave your lips when he travels to your neck, and you leg spread for him unintentionally. His crotch is pressed against your heat. He groans when your hands come up to grip his hair.

•••

His body grinds into yours.

“Jaemin” you moan out, allowing his hands to find his shoulders.

“Hm?”

You gasp when he finds the perfect spot on your neck. The grip you have on his hair tightens, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

Why are you so sensitive right now!?

“Please hurry” you plead. He lifts his head to glance up at you.

“We just started, you this needy already?”

“Already? I’ve been waiting since we left the bar-“

“-god” he lets one big breath out and connects his lips to yours. His jeans continue to grind against your soaked underwear. Jaemin’s hands run across your body, squeezing and caressing anywhere he can reach. Those words made him Farrell; there is nothing he loves more then when someone is bold about their needs. “Are you okay with me taking off your bra?” He mumble against you lips. “Not made of glass remember?”

“Right”

Jaemin’s arms lift you with ease, his hands finding the clip at the back of you, undoing them in a swift motion. Then he throws it somewhere near his desk. You know you shouldn’t feel insecure, but when he just stares at your chest you feel a chill flutter through your body.

•••

He can’t trust himself. He’ll cum too fast and embarrass himself. Grinding into you already has him close, and he hasn’t even taken his cock out of his pants yet. When he pulled your bra off your chest, they bounced back into place. Plump and full, He might actually die a happy man tonight. “Y/n”

“Yes? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” He notices the panic in your voice and curses himself for starring too long. He probably caused you to overthink. You hands cover your chest as you watch him and wait for his reply. “No no, I’m just… very sensitive right now. And I’m not sure I’ll last long” He tries his hardest to search your face for a response before you actually speak. Your features seem to relax and you smile to him. A smile that his him melting.

“Oh. That’s okay, I’m not sure I can either-“

“No like I’m serious-“

“Me too” you laugh at his expression. He just smiles. He’s worried you don’t actually understand he’s trying to say. Globe of your hands lift to cup his face, you skin is just as song as your smile.

“Can I-“ he goes to ask if he can remove your underwear now, but then he’s reminded of your earlier complaints. So instead he leans back, and begins to unblocked his jeans. Then he slips his fingers onto the band if your underwear and drags it down your legs. Your legs close unintentionally.

“Your so beautiful” he then leans back on top of you. “I’m going to make you feel good, I promise” his lips find your neck again. “But we are going to need to stay quiet, because the members are in the other room-“

“What?! They will hear us?” You push him off your neck to look at him. “Are the walls thin?”

“No, they’ll hear you and yes” he corrects you with a chuckle, he can’t help but lean in for another kiss. “You can be quite right?” He mumbles into your lips and you simply hum in response. Then when he pulls away you whisper a yes with an eager nod.

He doesn’t believe you, but you seem pretty confident. “Alright, we have all night, let’s not waist it”

ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ

“Jaemin!” You moan, your hips are lifted off the bed as he pounds into you. You let it slip, you didn’t mean to be so loud. He chuckles when your hands come to slap over your mouth. Your whole body jolts with every thrust he hits you with. He gave you plenty of time to adjust to his size, but the stretch is still tingling. His cock kisses you cervix almost every thrust.

“I thought you said you can stay quiet?” he continues. His hips slamming into yours at a cruel pace. You can’t move your hands, you know what will happen. You were doing so good, but this is the umpteenth round, and you’re hypersensitive- everywhere. Your body feels numb but your feeling everything ten times more. Your head is spinning and your legs are spasming.

“It’s too late now love, they’ve most definitely heard you. Might as well continue yeah? Move your hands.” he teases. His voice is strained and breathy. His hands travel from your hips to your face to forcefully remove your hands when you shake your head: no. Now that your mouth is no longer covered, tense moans leave your lips. “I can’t c-“

Jaemin cocks an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Can’t what?” His hands are still holding yours, when he leans down so your noses touch. When you hesitate, he places a little kiss on the corner of your lips. “You can tell me y/n/n, don’t be shy” You tighten your lips and look away from him. He chuckles but he’s pissed. I don’t need to remind you how much he hates that. He slows his thrust to a stop and waits for your answer. You whine and try humping yourself on his cock. But if course, he won’t let you. Grabbing at your hips and holding them to the mattress.

“Come on princess, I won’t judge you. I can’t help if you won’t tell me what you need” Jaemin coos at you. You hate to admit it, but his words made you clench around his length. He groans at the feeling, but tries his best to stay patient. “I can’t cum anymore” you finally reveal with a moan. He wasn’t even moving but you felt another orgasm nearing. Everything was fluttering and giddy, you felt as if you were going insane. “No? Are you sure? Is that why you were trying to fuck yourself on my cock like a slut just now?”

“s’too much jaemin” you try to argue but he’s already began moving again. Slowly thrusting into you. “You can say all you want baby, but your pretty little hole is telling the truth” jaemin lowers his head to your hear, you can feel the smirk on his lips. You don’t know if you want to moan or slap him. his hips slowly slide out, until just the tip remains, then he slams into you. His previous pace begins again, and you can only throw your head back into the pillows. “You hear that?” He asks, his hands now holding at your legs. The sound of skin slapping fills your ears, and you can’t help but be embarrassed. His hands gripping the back of your thighs, surly it’s going to leave a mark.

“Your slutty hole is telling me you want me to cum inside of you, you want that princess?” You can only moan in response. You muscles are flexing a and your back arches of the bed. You nod eagerly instead. “Yeah? Come on, use your words princess” his body is sat up, meaning he can see every part of you. Was that freaking you out? Yes.

Was it also turning you on? Yes.

“Yes please”

You just barley manage. A soft laugh leave his lips as he continues to fuck into you. His cock was twitching inside of you and you knew he had to be close. His eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth hung open and his abdomen was flexed. “Fuck! My pretty little whore. Wants me to cum inside her? So fucking cute” he coos again, this time his grip on your thighs tighten and he’s sounds a bit whiny. “You are so beautiful, you feel so good”

That was it for you, his hands released your thighs and and interlocked his fingers with yours, then allowing his head to fall into your neck. He thrust where staggered and uneven, he was fitting into you. You were spasming and twitching everywhere. Your toes curled and eyes squeezed shut as your umpteenth organs hit you. The feeling of him shooting his release inside of you made you moan again.

Taking a second for your breath evens out again before he speaks.

“We still have all night” he begins, he starts kissing at your neck while you’re still trying to remember your own name. “Jaem-“ you try to warn, you can already feel him growing hard again. Isn’t he sensitive or tired!? The jaemin you know from social media and tv wouldn’t have this much fucking stamina.

His cum on your stomach from the last couple rounds, has become sticky; You’re light headed, and your body is going limp- but even all of that can’t push you to deny him.

“You asked me to make it up to you, thats exactly what I’m doing. Can’t you do one more baby?” He lifts his face to look at you, his right hand caressing your cheek as you lean into him.

“I’m sensitive”

“Even better. I only have a couple hours left, I’m not waisting them” kissing your lips between every thought. Jaemin begins slowly thrusting into, holding eye contact while doing so. The feeling of you tired walls being fucked again was driving you crazy. Especially since you haven’t fully come down form your last orgasm. “Fuck- jaem”

“s’good?” He chuckles when your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You moan louder when he kisses at your nipples.

“Good. Just one more”

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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politely requesting some bakugou confort. had a very tiring few days and just wanna snuggle into him lol

im sorry to hear about that and im glad my writing might make you feel better!

i have a good 20-something requests in my inbox right now but since this seems like more of an emergency request it took priority, i hope it lives up to your expectations <3

also i wrote this while listening to the song el muchacho de los ojos tristes and it was very nice

Masterlist<3

Bakugou x Reader - Comfort

It's been a while since you've had a week as stressful as this. You've been going on mission after mission and with all of the school testing that's going on at the moment it's starting to wear you down a little, future pro-hero or not.

You're basically running on fumes at this point and the stress your family is putting you through is keeping you awake at night. Life should not get this hard.

It feels like with every step towards improvement you make is met with resistance from fate. Just this week alone you've been hit by a car, bodyslammed by Koda and Iida, given a concussion, broken an arm, and suffered a humiliating loss against Todoroki in your final assessment. You were too weak and tired to even hope to stand a chance.

As you slam the door to your dorm you shrug your bag off and drop it carelessly on the floor. Normally you would be absolutely livid at the moment, but you were crushed. Your greatest chance of success was torn from your fingertips at the very last minute. By that fucking daddy's money, born-with-power brat. How poetic.

You can't help but be a little bitter. It's always the strongest people in your class that are the first to say things like "success comes from hard work" and then proceed to show off the power that they'd inherited. You actually had to work hard to keep your quirk under control, and it was painful.

You just feel so defeated, and it's no wonder that you're tired as you collapse onto the bed and immediately pass out the second your head hits the pillow. You hadn't even had the energy to get out of your school uniform.

Katsuki had been looking for you ever since your assessment had ended, but there was no trace of you anywhere and he curses under his breath at the inconvenience.

"fuckin' dumbass... just go an' disappear on me, huh?!"

You had rushed off before you had gotten the news that you had passed the test. You may have lost the battle, but you'd obviously performed well enough to scoop up a passing grade.

The ragged blonde boy huffs and balls up his fist, his signature glare-and-frown combination hiding his worry for you. You looked absolutely gutted at your defeat.

He figures that if you're not here then you're probably in your room, but when he finally makes it there and knocks on the door only to be met with silence, an irk mark appears on his head. Pale knuckles wrap around the doorknob and twist as he goes to make sure that you're not just ignoring him, annoyance evident on his face now, but the sight of you curled up in your uniform, knocked out and breathing evenly has him blushing slightly.

There's a pink tinge to his ears as he comes closer, shutting the door behind him and letting the room be shrouded in a blanket of darkness. You must be absolutely exhausted.

He sighs softly as his expression softens into something more rare, akin to sympathy. Pastel pink sheets shift as the bed dips under the pressure of his body coming up behind yours to embrace you, and strong, toned arms wrap around your waist as he tucks his face into your hair.

You wake up an hour or two later, tired and hurting, but also confused as hell because why is Katsuki in your bed with you? You're no stranger to cuddling, but it usually takes some convincing on his part to actually agree to do it with you. He must've seen how distraught you were after your failure. What a sweetheart.

His soft snores emnate from behind you, his face hidden away in the crook of your neck, covered by your hair as his arms tighten around your waist at the disturbance of you waking up. He must've fallen asleep then.

You feel a sudden weight in your heart, like someone had just strapped one of Katsuki's training weights to it, and suddenly your cheeks are wet with tears at the realisation that despite how low you might fall, or how badly you might fail, you'll always have him to back you up. This boy is your whole support system, your rock. And without him, you may just get carried away.

He's always been there for you, giving you advice and support, and smacking you with a reality check whenever you need it. So when you roll over and cuddle into his chest, burying your face into firm muscle and waking him up in the process, he's there again, raising a hand to the back of your head and letting you cry. His fingers gently massage your scalp and it helps to ease the pounding headache that comes with crying so much.

A frown is etched onto the boy's face as you weep, knowing how tired and drained you are, and well aware of how hard you've been working yourself - so much so that you've brought yourself to an emotional meltdown.

"... You need to stop pushing yourself so damn hard, idiot... Give your body and mind a break, you're not invincible."

That's all he says, and his voice is low and scratchy with sleep as he pets you and pulls you in closer, his eyes barely open a crack. You know he's right, and he knows you needed to hear that. The silence in the room is deafening after he says that, only filled with the occasional sniffle from you while you nod your head shakily in agreement. You're exhausted by now, having really tired yourself out and falling asleep in your boyfriend's cuddle for another couple of hours, sleeping the best you've slept all week.

He doesn't even get the chance to tell you that you passed, and that everything is gonna be fine, but he shrugs and just lets you rest, deciding that it can wait until you've taken care of yourself.

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yaemikomine · 10 months

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I wish you would.

summary: you wish he would come back so badly, you need him in your life. After 1 month of being broken up and you still think of him, thankfully he still thinks of you too. Featuring : Megumi Fushiguro part 1. masterlist

“I wish you would come back, wish I never hung up the phone like I did. And I wish you knew that, I’ll never forget you as long as I live. And I wish you were right here right now, it’s all good I wish you would”

It’s been only a month since you and megumi had broken up, and it’s been HELL for you. You no longer had the energy to go to your classes or talk to anyone besides nanami. And if you ever did go to your classes, you would no longer have the excitement you had before. Seeing megumi absolutely nonchalant and not caring about the fact you looked horrid when you would go to your classes - Which made you always have to leave early, sobbing on your way out.

you don’t know what to do anymore, crying in your room. There’s a knock on the door, shutting your cries. groaning as you get up from your bed, your eyes bloodshot red and your clothes a mess. Opening the door to see Nanami, you walk back to your bed. “What do you want nanami…” laying back down, he sits down on a chair near your bed. “Satoru told me that you left your class early again…you can’t be doing that” your eyes met, giving him a mean look before explaining how you just can’t be near him right now.

“Nanami- I just can’t see him. It hurts too bad you know how long we’ve been together and just to see him act so… normal. It hurts me” you slowly get up from your bed, seeing him grab your hairbrush from your desk. He began brushing your hair, starting from the bottom of your hair, slowly making his way to the top. “I know but you have to go to your classes. don’t let a silly boy who obviously doesn’t care about you two breaking up enough to reach out to you. Keep going to your classes don’t let him bother you so much” he said

You wipe the tears off your eyes with the palm of your hand, “I know- I know” pursing your lips as he placed the brush on his lap, he softly stroked your hair. Sighing, “…I’ll try.” You smile at him. He smiles back, “ok good and let me know if you’re still struggling. You know you can talk to me any time, especially if you need help. I have to go now” he sat up from the chair - you give him a hug and walk him to the door.

“It’s 2AM in my room, headlights pass the window pane - I think of you. We’re a crooked love, in a straight line down. Makes you wanna run and hide then it makes you turn right back around”

After you ran off crying that day, kugisaki, gojo, and itadori looked at your running figure before they walked to megumi, kugisaki fuming, itadori scratched his head. “Megumi what it wrong with you?! You two were together before I came here and you broke up with her, for what?” She kept reprimanding him - megumi just sat down on the wooden floors, staring at the ground, seemingly sad. “Answer me, megumi! Why would you do that to her?”

He finally looked up and everyone could see the sadness surrounding his eyes. “…i- I want her to be happy and do better. She… she never did better with me. Trust me, she’ll get over this then she’ll be better and she will forget all about me…- about us”

Silence fell over them, “megumi…” she spoke out, everyone looking at him, shock written over their face. She finally spoke up, rage still in her voice, “well fuck that! She loves you. So much, you were all she cared about. She did better with you so get her back” she pulled him up by his arms. Satoru and itadori finally spoke up, “yea megumi get her back!! You two are meant to be” Satoru said, itadori agreeing with him. He shakes his head softly, “I can’t. I broke up with her, if I hurt her again I won’t be able to do it anymore” he gets up from the floor, walking away and back to his room where he sees nanami leaving your dorm.

Nanami and him make eye contact as nanami continues walking, “is…is she okay?” He asked quietly, he stops to look at him. “No. But she will be, I know that” he says, briefcase in one hand before walking off as he stares at where nanami once stood at. He opens his dorm room, laying down on his bed. His head softly resting on his pillow, looking up at the ceiling - thinking of your beautiful face and your amazing smile that lit up his whole world.

“You always knew how to push my buttons, you give me everything and nothing. This mad mad love makes you come running. To stand back where you stood”

It’s been a week now and you’ve finally been doing better. You began showing up to your classes and actually staying the whole class instead of having to leave early like before. You began talking to everyone - besides megumi, unfortunately. And you do care, you care that you two aren’t talking but you won’t put in the effort. He isn’t talking to you and you won’t talk to him either. But everything still doesn’t stop you from thinking of him at night. You never got over it - the pain just got easier to manage for you.

But if it seems like too much, you call nanami. You tell him everything you feel and how you don’t know what to do without him anymore. But everyone doesn’t see that besides nanami, they see that you finally bounced back after the break up. But as you got better megumi got worse. But like you - he kept it hidden never showed it to anyone. You both think of each other at night, wishing you could both hold each other again.

But tonight was bad, really bad. Satoru had taken everyone out to a small coffee shop and everything was normal. Until the cashier had begun flirting with megumi - you closed your hands into a fist, wishing you could punch her repeatedly. But instead you looked down, not wishing you could see what was happening right now. Once megumi was done placing his order for a black coffee with a blueberry muffin - your favorite. You ordered a small latte and quickly sat down with kugisaki, who had already ordered.

When everyone was done placing their order, they all sat down. Megumi sat down in front of you, both of you looking at each other’s eyes before looking away quickly. Pulling out your phone, waiting for the waitress to bring everyone’s order. Everyone began talking but you just continued paying attention to your phone. Itadori sat right besides you, he looks at your phone - quickly snatching it. You gasp, “yuji, give me back my phone!” You smiled at him, trying to grab your phone from his hand. He smiled, “naha - not until you get off of it and pay attention to what we’re saying!!”

You finally grab it, placing it on your lap, “ok - ok! I will” you laughed out softly, not noticing the way megumi looked at you two with rage in his eyes. After a while of talking with the whole group - the waitress finally brought the order. You noticed it was the same one who was flirting with megumi. You see her place down his coffee and muffin with a note. You saw it had a number on it, a sharp inhale made it’s way out of your mouth.

You tried not to pay attention to him after that - just talking to kugisaki and itadori while gojo just listened and often said a few words which was truly unlike him. megumi, like gojo, listened in but never spoke unless itadori spoke to him. Until he finished half of his muffin, looking at it for a second - “..do you want the rest?” He looked at you, softly sliding it to you. You looked at it for a moment and then looked up at him, smiling softly. “Yea, thanks” you broke off a piece, eating little by little. The note that the waitress had given him was underneath it, acting like a plate for it.

Once everyone was done with their food, they all got up ready to go. You ate the rest of the muffin, shoving the note into your pocket.

“2AM here we are, see your face, hear my voice in the dark. We’re a crooked love in a straight line down - makes you wanna run and hide but it made us turn right back around”

After you were finished telling nanami what had happened early, he sighed over the phone. “well if he gave you the napkin, he obviously didn’t care enough to look at it” you hear clacking in the background, he’s obviously typing on his computer - ready to go home and relax. You looked at the note in your hand, “yea…yea your right. I don’t know what I was thinking, he obviously didn’t even notice” you laugh, “he’s so stupid sometimes he doesn’t know anything…”

“Yes, also didn’t you say he gave you the rest of his muffin? He’s trying so I think you should also try talking to him as well and if not just don’t mind that and continue working on getting better with your strength” he said, still working. “Ok ok goodnight nanami, I’ll let you go since it’s two in the morning right now. But tomorrow you’re still gonna take me to go shopping, right?” You question as he goes silent for a second, “mhm, goodnight and get some sleep tonight so I can do that” he says before you hang up.

You lay down once again, staring up into the ceiling - thinking of him. It’s hard not to think of him when your whole world used to revolve around him. Shaking your head, you got up and began to walk out of your dorm room.

“I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for and I wish you knew that, I miss you too much to be mad anymore. And I wish you were right here, right now, it’s all good - I wish you would”

Sitting down on the field of grass, staring out into the small pond - you came out here to get some fresh air and to clear your mind. Not knowing someone else came out here for the same reason as well. You hear something behind you, turning around to see megumi standing there. Turning back around, “if he sits down I’ll say everything I want too” you think repeatedly, eyes shut tightly closed.

You turn around again, no one was behind you. going back to face the pond, immediately thinking the worst until you see he’s on the other side of you, sat down - looking at your face. “Megumi-“ you breath out, eyes wide. He cuts you off, “I’m sorry. I still love you, I miss you so much - I think of you all the time” he rambles off, tears form in your eyes, smiling at him. This time it’s your turn to cut him off, you kiss him.

He shuts up quickly, kissing back as you grab the nape of his neck, pushing down on him. He lays down, still kissing you. Your hand on his chest, pulling back - “Megumi I missed you so much, it was awful without you…” looking into his eyes, which showed his love and adoration. You kissed him again, a quick peck on his lips, then on his neck, another peck on his forehead and then all over his face, coddling him once again. You began to kiss his lips again, grabbing into his hair.

He flipped you both over, your back on the grass, and him on top of you. In between your legs, you wrap your legs around him - still toying with his hair. He pulls away like you did before. Looking into each other’s eyes - you both start laughing softly, you wrap your arms around his - promising to never let go of him now. He lets you and he promises the same thing to you and to never hurt you again.

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mageofseven · 11 months

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Our Child: My Turn

Mammon mpreg

Mammon's turn! Let's see how he and MC end up having Mammon carry their daughter Cassia!

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"Mammon..."

The demon was staring at the pregnancy test in the tense woman's hand, brain buffering worse than a YouTube video.

"You...shit." The man cursed, instantly regretting it as he looked up and saw his girlfriend crying. "Babe I--c'mere."

The woman hid her face in the crook of her boyfriend's neck as the greed demon was internally panicking.

He didn't mean to make her cry, honest! When his brain finally realized what he was looking at, all the man could think was how he fucked up once again.

He and MC have literally only been dating for the last month and sleeping together for the last two months. The demon kept telling himself he'd read up on the that birth control rune he's heard about, but just kept forgetting to do it.

Now it's too late; he knocked his girlfriend up and caused her to cry...

Moments like this, Mammon really felt like his brothers were right about him; he was scummy, the lowest of the low, and his stupidity and selfishness has resulted in his Human carrying his kid

Something neither of them was ready for. I mean they only just started dating! And now he's gone and ruined everything.

"I'm sorry, babe; I fucked up, I know it..."

"No!" MC jumped back to meet his eyes. "No, it's my fault; I'm the one pregnant--"

"And I'm the one who put the kid 'n ya."

The demon brought her closer to him once more and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I ain't goin' anywhere, babe." He promised softly. "Whatever you wanna do, I'm here for ya, got that?"

MC nodded as she sniffled.

Honestly, neither of them knew what to do. MC wanted time to think things over and of course Mammon was okay with this.

The man's anxiety was high for weeks and MC's wasn't any better. The couple didn't say another word another word about it, about the baby slowly growing in MC. The human never brought it up and her boyfriend was worried he'd make things worse if he tried to talk about it when all the woman wanted was time to think.

During this time, neither person brought up their dilemma to the other brothers; MC was terrified of what they'd think of her and also didn't want the other brothers hovering over her while she had such a big decision to make. Mammon, on the other hand, was scared shitless of what Lucifer was going to do to him when he found out and, in truth, he really didn't want his younger brothers giving him shit for it either.

MC's morning sickness started making things difficult though.

Obviously, it wasn't the woman's fault, but she was puking so much during the day that it would be weird if the other brothers didn't notice.

At first, they worried that the human had the flu. All of the brothers hovered around her after a bout of morning sickness.

Lucifer had the twins go grab some meds for nausea from the kitchen and felt the woman's forehead with an ungloved hand.

No matter what MC said to the other men, they wouldn't leave her alone. Saying she was 'fine' was not an acceptable answer since they knew she had been puking.

Both MC and Mammon were on edge, but neither could figure out how to get the others to leave her alone.

Lucifer could tell the two were hiding something and was losing patience with the couple.

"Are either of you two going to tell me what's going on or do we really need to take the long way around and make things worse?"

Devil, the second brother felt like shit. He couldn't bring himself to say it though. I mean yeah, this was his secret, but it was also MC's and it was his girlfriend who wanted it to be a secret to begin with.

Because of this, the demon couldn't say anything to his brother.

"Damn it..." He cussed under his breath, his older brother's eyes still drilling into him.

"...I'm pregnant." MC said softly.

All eyes jumped to the human in surprised before darting back to Mammon

And boy, if looks could kill...

MC rushed over to her boyfriend and stood in front of him, as if she could stop the onslaught of judgement from his brothers with her body alone.

"Guys, just don't." She begged them. "It's me, I'm the stupid one, I--"

"Babe."

MC glanced over her shoulder and found her boyfriend staring intensely at her, surprising the human.

He stepped around the woman and pulled her close to him.

"This ain't on you. You can't take the blame for me." He turned to his brothers, his arms still around. "Yeah, I fucked up, okay? I fucked up like I always do and it's worse, I know."

His eyes rested on Lucifer's.

"But I ain't leaving her. I'm takin' responsibility and doin' whatever she needs me to do." He said to his older brother. "Punish me, tie me to the ceiling, scream my name and how I fucked up again...but I'm gonna stay by her and do whatever she needs from me."

The room was quiet. Lucifer pursed his lips as he stared at his younger brother.

Finally, Lucifer stepped forward and laid his hand on Mammon's shoulder, causing the younger demon to flinch.

"I'm proud of you."

...what?

It took the younger brother a second to realize what he heard and another to realize it wasn't the pride demon's weird attempt at a joke.

"...why?" Mammon instantly regretted his words, worried about being called stupid for the billionth time.

"Mistake or not, you're owning up to it." Lucifer told him. "You are standing by MC's side just as you should; you're there for her."

Lucifer took his arm back and folded them across his chest.

"However, what is it that you two plan on doing about this?"

Mammon looked over at MC, whose head was hanging low.

'Shit.' The greed demon thought.

He could tell this conversation was upsetting her, but he also knew all they could do at this point is finish it up so he can focus on comforting her.

"She--"

"I want this baby." The human looked from Lucifer to her boyfriend. "I want this baby, Mammon."

His chest tightened, but he still pulled her in for a hug as she cried.

The couple didn't notice it, but the oldest brother quietly led the others out, giving the two some time alone.

Now that it was decided, the couple had a long road ahead of them 😅

MC's morning sickness only got worse. Even when she entered the second trimester, she was still puking non-stop.

To make things worse, she couldn't eat anything without with it coming back up immediately. It was a battle just trying to keep the woman from getting dangerously dehydrated and getting food in her was nearly impossible.

Mammon tried to comfort his girlfriend, but in truth, the man was terrified. Things did not look good for his Human or their child.

Hell, MC was losing weight. That's not supposed to happen with pregnancy.

This led to Satan using the diagnostic rune on the human...and learning just how fragile they were. Both mother and daughter (as they all learned now) were incredibly weak. At this point, either MC was gonna miscarry and lose the baby or they were both going to die.

Mammon was a mess. In his mind, his fuck up just became so much worse and he was about to lose both of his girls. This was a period where MC became the one comforting him instead of the other way around.

Satan promised to look into solutions for the couple, but even he didn't seem too sure he could help.

Days went by. MC became weaker. Mammon didn't leave her side a single time.

On the fourth day, the blonde knocked on the couple's door and ask Mammon to talk to him out in the hall. The greed demon complained, but stepped out with him

And discovered that the wrath demon actually found a way of saving MC.

The method...honestly made the second brother uncomfortable, but he was desperate and up for anything.

The two men opened the bedroom and Satan winced at the state he saw MC in: barely conscious and struggling to breath; that was how weak the woman has become.

The blonde checked her over with the diagnostic rune once more just in case. Both the woman and the child were in a really bad condition and at this point, it was just a race of who died first: MC or her daughter.

Satan hurried with the preparations, drawing the ritual runes on both MC and Mammon before taking MC's shirt off completely (both men were sorry!) and laying her on top of Mammon, bringing the two stomach to stomach.

Honestly, the men couldn't be sure if MC could hear them while in this state, but they talked to her and explained what they were doing, albeit in a rushed way.

When Satan started the chanting, MC cried out and feebly tried to push away from her boyfriend; the human had no clue what was happening and only felt the strange feeling in her belly that made her panic.

Mammon continued to hold her close and kept apologizing, begging her to stay still and saying it'll be over soon. The woman only heard a bit of his words.

Eventually, the sensation left the woman and traveled to her boyfriend. The sensitive man whined and panted from the intense feeling in his stomach that was making his lower torso expand.

It was overwhelming and scary to the boyfriend, but he never let go of MC or asked Satan to stop.

Finally, the blonde stopped the chanting and the ritual was complete. Mammon now carried his weakened daughter in his new belly.

Satan rushed to get a potion for MC, one that wasn't safe for her originally because of her pregnancy, but now just might save her life.

Mammon gently slid the woman off him and pulled blanket over her bare chest.

The blonde came back with the potion and put it up to her lips, making her drink the bottle's content.

It only took a moment after the bottle was finished for MC's breathing to become more stable.

From there, the woman slept for awhile before waking up, feeling like she was starving, but strangely not nauseated.

That's when she noticed it--her belly was gone.

The woman started to panic. Where's her baby??? Did she miscarry???? Was it all some bad nightmare???

The door clicked open and in came Mammon with a tray of food for her (Asmo cooked and made him take the food to her), a blush on his face

...and a belly he never had before.

"Mammon?" The woman's eye were wide.

Her boyfriend carried the tray over to her and laid it on her lap.

"Please just eat, babe." He said softly.

The woman wanted to push things, but the look in his eyes, the softness of his tone...she couldn't help but just do what she was told.

MC quietly ate the food while Mammon sat at the end of the bed and covered his new belly with his arms.

Minutes went by and the human couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mammon..." She tried again, lowering her soup spoon. "What happened?"

Her boyfriend closed his eyes.

"You...you almost died." He said softly.

MC started to panic again.

"I...Mammon! Where's our daughter?" She begged. "Please, please don't tell me she--"

"She's fine." The man gave a sad smile before patting his new belly. "Papa's got her now."

That's when he told her about the emergency ritual and how he's now the pregnant one in the relationship.

MC was shocked; she didn't think such a ritual could have existed, but she was definitely seeing the outcome of it.

"But...is she okay? Are you?"

"We're fine, babe." Mammon assured her. "Babygirl needs a few days to chill and get nutrients from me or whatever, but Satan said she'll be fine."

The woman tried to move the tray from her lap so she could crawl closer to him, but was still too weak to move it.

"'Ey! None of that!" He scolded her for the attempt. "You gotta be gettin' your strength back, got it?"

After months of seeing her starve and then watching her almost die, this man wasn't taking any chances.

Once she finished her food, Mammon set the tray aside on his dresser before laying down with the human and pulling her close.

MC couldn't help staring his belly, making the demon blush.

"You're really...carrying our daughter?" She asked softly. "You did this...to save me?"

"'Course I did! How could I just go and let you two die on me?"

"You really do love me, don't you?"

Mammon let it slip and said the big L word not long before they discovered she was pregnant. They hadn't even dated for a full month at the time so instead of saying it back, MC just told him he was sweet and kissed his cheek

But...his words were real. Tears filled the woman's eyes, causing her boyfriend to wipe each one that fell with his thumb.

"C'mon, none of that." He told her as he wiped another away. "'Course I love you. I never woulda said so if I didn't, now would I?"

MC leaned in and hugged her boyfriend as tight as she could in her weaken state before laying her hand on his belly.

"I love you too, Mammon." She whispered. "So, so much."

Things between the couple were great there on out. MC slowly gained weight and was able to eat properly again.

Mammon's body was able to handle the pregnancy better than the human's and didn't suffer through the same intense nausea she did. That is not to say he didn't have issues with his new body however.

Hell, finding out his dick up and left him scared the man the point where he screamed when he found out. Yeah, it was good that his daughter had a proper 'exit' or whatever, but he liked that part of his body!

This combined with his ever-growing belly made the man self-conscious and, honestly, scared as hell.

He didn't truly recognize himself in the mirror anymore when he saw his naked body and he hated it.

Luckily, MC was always there for him, always telling him how amazing and 'manly' he was because, honestly, one of his main issues was no longer feeling like a man anymore and no longer feeling like his body was his own.

MC snuggled and kissed her boyfriend whenever he needed it, trying to help him through his dysphoria as much as she could and her boyfriend appreciated it.

Somedays, her love was probably the only thing that kept his spirits up and it only made him fall farther in love the woman.

When the day of the birth came, boy was it loud. Unlike Beel, who was pretty quiet and had a pretty big pain tolerance in his part, Mammon couldn't handle the early contractions without cussing and making sure everyone around him knew.

MC stayed by his side all day, comforting the laboring man and waiting till things progressed closer to the birth.

Once nightfall came, Mammon couldn't handle the pain anymore. He was on the bed panting and crying out to universe to just get his daughter out of him.

Despite the early contractions lasting all day, the active labor lasted about seven hours and MC never left his side.

Finally, crying filled the room and Mammon saw his little girl in MC's arms. He let his head fall back to the pillow and tried to calm his breathing because FINALLY! It's over! Thank the devil it was over!!

MC got their daughter all cleaned up and with happy, tearful eyes, handed their daughter to him. Instantly, a fresh wave of tears hit him as he held his daughter close.

Feeling so very, very grateful that for once in his life, he wasn't a screw up like his brothers said he was. He saved both MC and their daughter, he birthed Cassia and brought her into the world safely.

He saved both of his girls; he didn't screw up and that meant everything to him.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me mpreg #mpreg

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