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A Winter Beauty (20)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: masturbation, smut, so much fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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Aemond watched his firstborn son lay in the cradle with a feeling he had never known before. The boy squirmed in his bed, making squeaky high-pitched noises, clenching his little hands into fists, kicking his legs. In just a few days of his life, he turned out to be the most active and joyful child he had ever seen. He hardly cried at all.

The trauma of what he saw the day he was born, gave way to great relief and happiness. His wife was alive and, most importantly, feeling better now. Even though he asked her not to, she was already getting out of bed and taking their son in her arms. He'd seen their son literally tearing her flesh apart, and he was staring at her with even more admiration than before. He thought that she herself was a real dragon.

Beside the cradle stood a large vessel with a lid, under which was a dragon egg, constantly heated. Aemond mentally prayed for it to crack, for a dragon to emerge. He wanted for his child what he did not have.

He looked up as he heard his wife's footsteps. She was wearing a nightgown, which she often wore now, without leaving the chamber. She smiled at him and he remembered it was their bath time.

They made a ritual out of it. He knew he couldn't touch her yet, she was sore all over and her wound was still healing. Even though she resisted it and didn't want him to do it, he convinced her to let him put an ointment on her cracked entrance every night, before going to bed. It made her scar heal over.

Although Lady Stark recovered quite quickly and still had a nice, shapely figure, her belly and thighs were scarred from the enormous effort she had made. When she saw the scars for the first time, she cried. He then knelt in front of her, looking pleadingly at her.

"Every warrior returns from battle with scars. My dragon cost me mine. You gave birth to my heir, sweet wife. I will kiss your scars every night, remembering how much you sacrificed for me." He whispered, kissing her thighs, pressing his lips lovingly to each of the white lines on her skin. Lady Stark stroked his hair, deeply touched by his words. She swallowed softly, lowering her eyes.

"Forgive me for not giving you a son with your beautiful, white hair." She whispered softly, ashamed. Their son, Vaegon, was born with his mother's dark hair. He had his father's eyes, so fortunately no one in the palace questioned Aemond's paternity. Their son was a beautiful child, but she felt that somehow she had failed. Aemond looked at her in surprise.

"You gave me a healthy, beautiful son. You survived the childbirth. That's the most important thing for me and I've never been happier. Besides, he'll be a handsome young man with your beautiful, black curls." He added, smiling slightly.

Since then, their closest moment of affection, apart from falling asleep in each other's arms, was their baths. A tub full of hot water and oils was waiting for them every day, so they could relax a little.

He watched his wife as she undid the ribbon from her nightgown, its fabric falling to the floor, leaving her naked. She didn't mind it, stepping lightly into the tub, after his words she regained her former self-confidence. Aemond noticed, looking at her with delight, that her breasts were bigger now, her hips fuller.

He began to undress slowly, looking at her submerged in the water, her eyes closed in pleasure. Their baths always brought her relief. Aemond slid into the water, sitting across from her, looking at her expectantly. She smiled at him, placing her slender, beautiful feet on his chest. He took them in his hands and kissed them tenderly.

"How was your day, sweet wife?" He asked gently. Although he had cut back on the amount of training he needed, to spend more time with her and Vaegon, he had to attend increasingly lengthy councils, as his father became ill and had trouble concentrating on what he was talking about. Lady Stark sighed softly.

"Good, thank you. Vaegon is such an easy-going boy. He eats, falls asleep, laughs and squeaks, then eats and falls asleep again. I don't know from where his character come from, but it's definitely not from you." She said with amusement. Aemond raised an eyebrow, rubbing her leg up and down.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked with feigned resentment. His wife laughed slightly.

"That if he was born with your attitude, he'd probably be frowning all the time." She said lightly. She squealed as Aemond pulled her hard against him with her leg, she had to catch him to keep from slipping and falling backwards into the water.

Her wet hands were on his chest, their faces inches apart. Her fingers touched his cheek lightly, his eye challenging her.

"I might think you don't like my character, wife." He spoke curtly, but she could see his lips twitch. She moved closer to him, their faces practically touching.

"The characters of the largest dragons are probably not easy by nature." She purred sweetly, her other hand grabbing his swollen, throbbing cock hidden under the water. He inhaled sharply and moaned softly, not expecting it.

"Fuck." He whispered, squeezing his eye shut as she began massaging him. They haven't done this since she gave birth.

He didn't touch himself, wanting to wait for her, to give her the feeling, that he was also capable of sacrificing himself for her. His hips involuntarily responded to her movements.

"Are you enjoying yourself, husband?" She whispered, looking at him tenderly. "Do you want your wife to take care of you?"

Aemond began to pant as he felt her speed up, squeezing him at the bottom each time. She knew exactly what movements gave him the greatest pleasure.

"Yes…yes, relieve me, wife" He whispered, looking at her with his mouth slightly parted. "It's been so long since I fucked you."

His wife moaned softly at his words, obviously feeling the excitement herself. She massaged him in a quick, intense rhythm, his cock throbbed hard in her hand. She knew they hadn't done it in a long time and that he was about to come. His hand moved to her thigh, squeezing it lightly.

"Can I touch you there? It still hurts?" He whispered softly, looking pleadingly at her. He longed to enter her, to fuck her hot, wet cunt again. Lady Stark pursed her lips.

"A few more days, my dragon. A few more days and I'll give you what you want." She whispered, putting her tongue in his mouth. He moaned loudly, pulling her to him, holding her hair, caressing her mouth with his, sucking it and biting it with a wet sound.

They licked each other with the tips of their tongues, panting heavily, his hands tightening lightly on her soft breasts and began to massage her hard nipples.

"Gods, they're so big now. I love them." He purred, moving his hips rapidly as he felt his fulfillment finally approaching. He threw his head back and moaned low, his cock throbbing all over her hand, his cum spurting into the water. His wife kissed his cheek tenderly, waiting for him to calm down.

"I missed you too." She whispered.

They both got out of the tub, covering and drying themselves, putting on their sleep shirts. Lady Stark flinched at a sound from their son's room. She was sensitive to it now.

"Did you hear that?" She asked quietly. Aemond raised his eyebrows.

"What?" He asked surprised.

She moved forward, through the entrance to the second chamber, where the wet nurse of their child slept. She took care of their child in their absence, but Lady Stark decided that she wanted to nurse her child herself. She looked around for the source of the sound.

She finally approached the covered vessel, hearing something inside crack loudly and burst.

"Aemond!" She squealed excitedly. Her husband came in quickly after her, thinking something was wrong. When he saw what she was pointing at, his mouth opened wide.

"It broke! I heard it myself!" She said happily.

Aemond stared at the lid pale, his lips quivering. She saw his eye turn red, his body tremble. He walked over to her and grabbed her in his arms, lifting her up. They hugged each other tightly, rejoicing together. A new dragon has just been born in the palace.

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𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊| ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ :

ᴇʀᴇɴ's ᴘᴏᴠ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴄʜɪᴛᴢᴏᴘʜʀᴇɴɪᴀ

"Congratulations Eren!" , Armin hugged me while Connie and Jean were cheering with the rest of the crowd. Looking around [Name] was nowhere to be seen. "Um... Excuse me, Mr.Ackerman" I headed towards him. "Congratulations Yeager" he said and I gave him a brief smile. "Have you by any chance seen [Name]? She was sitting beside you right?", I asked concerned.

"You just missed her. She left", he told me. 'Why would she leave? Was something wrong?' I asked myself but obviously i wasn't gonna get any answers.

"C'mon Eren~ Let's go outside and take pictures~" Mikasa was tugging at my arm and I had no choice but to go with her. We tried different poses, took pictures with friends and family but it just didn't feel quite right without [Name]. 'Why did she leave? Where didi she go?

"Eren.... Everyone's waiting for your toast" Mikasa brought me out of my trance. "I would like to thank you all for coming. Today has been very special and I hope to spend the rest of my life with my beautiful wife beside me", I had finished and everyone applauded loudly.

'Why did you go? Especially on such an important day?', these thoughts had clouded my mind and kept me from fully enjoying my wedding day. And before I knew it, Mikasa and I had gotten into the car, friends and family waving us goodbye and then we were off to pack for our honeymoon.

Throughout the ride, Mikasa rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped he arms around me pulling me closer but I was just staring out the window.

The ride felt long but we had finally reached our shared home. Something that I hadn't informed [Name] about. We stepped in and at the foot of the staircase Mikasa said "Eren~ Can you carry me to our room please? I feel so sore~" and I obliged and carried her as she giggled excitedly.

I opened the door and dropped her gently on the bed. I took off my coat and she called me again. "Eren~ Could you help me take off my wedding dress? I can't reach the zipper~" and I agreed. She stood up and had her back facing me as I pulled the zipper down.

"Sorry I have to make a phone call. Just go take a nice bath ok.", I said and she glared at me but nodded.

I grabbed my phone and hurried downstairs into the living room. I dialed [Name's] number and places the phone to my ear. After a few rings i heard 'The number you are calling does not exist or is out of service'.

"That cant be. [Name] has never changed her number." I thought to myself and dialed again but still received the same message. I tried again and again but alas, all I heard was the same message. Giving up, I decided to text her just incase she still has her sim card.

❁[ɴᴀᴍᴇ]❁

Hey [Name]. It's Eren.

If you get this message

Please text or call

Please.

I placed my phone on the coffee table and headed back to our shared room. I had take off my suit and wore a black track suit. I took out a blue suitcase from under the bed ang placed it on top.

I took out some clothes from the wardrobe and started neatly arranging them since we would be away for 8 days. As I was half way done, Mikasa came out with a towel wrapped around her.

She sat on the bed staring at me. "So are you done with your phone call?" she asked. "They we rent available so I just sent them a text instead" I replied not looking at her.

"You tried to contact [Name] didn't you?" she asked glaring at me and I looked at her in disbelief. "She has been my best friend since childhood, and she suddenly disappears, so of course I would try yo contact her. Why are you even angry?" I glared at he but she just kept quiet.

"Lets just pack so that we reach the airport earlier. We're both tired. Let's not argue or we might regret it" she said and got up to dress herself.

I finished packing and took my suitcase downstairs and turned on the TV, mindlessly scrolling through the channels. Just then my phone rang. 'Could it be [Name]?' I thought and quickly picked up the phone. But all hopes washed away when I heard a different voice.

"Hey Eren! Have you seen or heard from [Name]?. We looked for her at her apartment but it was empty.", Armin said and I stood up immediately. " What!" I gasped in utter shock. "We also tried calling her but her number does not exist. And texting her was of no use since we were left on delivered"

I was rendered speechless, so she really was gone. "I really don't know why she left, lets just hope that she comes back. But anyways, enjoy your honeymoon, bye!" and with that, he hung up the phone.

I dropped to my knees, wide-eyed. My first best friend, my only best friend in the world was gone and there was no way we could contact her. I thought she had beef with Mikasa, but [Name] isn't that type of person. What was the reason? Was it because I spent way lees time with her since Mikasa and I started dating. But she seemed so happy for me or was she just pretending.

Tears rolled down my cheeks one my one. When I heard the bedroom door open, I quickly got up and wiped my tears.

Mikasa came down with her suitcase and paced it next to mine. She looked at me and furrowed her eyebrows. "Eren... Are you okay?" she asked placing her hands gently on my shoulders and gliding down my chest as she pressed our bodies together placing her head on my chest.

"Nothings wrong Mikasa. I don't know what you're talking about" I said and kissed the top of her head as my arms encircled her waist and she sighed lightly.

"Lets get going, otherwise well miss the plane" I said and she let go. We loaded our luggage into the car and hopped in.

As we were heading to the airport, Mikasa just just kept blabbering non-stop. For some reason it was so annoying. I usually found this cute about Mikasa or was it [Name]. Thoughts of her clouded my mind as I made a turn. Perhaps it was only [Name] who I really listened to.

"Eren! Are you even listening to me!?" she snapped her fingers at me taking me out of my trance. "Yeah [Name]" I whispered and she looked at me confused. 'Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t!' I chanted in my head hoping that she didn't hear me.

"What did you say?" she asked quirking her brow and I sighed quietly in relief. "Sorry dear. I was a bit distracted." I said and she just smiled shaking her head and smiling to herself.

"You always do that. And that's what I find most cute about you" she said bopping my nose with her index finger. I smiled at her, but for some reason, it felt so fake and i had no idea why.

We had finally reached the airport and found a parking spot. I unloaded the luggage and texted Armin to pick up the car for me. We entered the airport and sat on one of the benches while waiting for Armin. We had about an hour and 30 minutes before check in time and i decided to use my laptop while Mikasa was scrolling on her phone.

About 50 minutes passed and Armin came our way. "Once again congratulations guys" he said shaking my hand and Mikasa nodded with a smile. "Well be back in 8 days. Well take an uber home so you don't need to pick us up when we return. What else again?... Oh yes, the house key is under the mat of the backdoor" I said and he just smiled as she nodded.

"If you get any leads on [Name]'s whereabouts please alert me and open a case please for the both of us" he said and I smiled.

"Don't worry. You can rely on me, just enjoy your honeymoon, y̷o̷i̷l̷l̷ j̷u̷s̷t̷ f̷o̷r̷g̷e̷t̷ h̷e̷r̷ a̷s̷ u̷s̷u̷a̷l̷l̷" he had whispered something but i couldn't make out what he said.

"What was that?" I asked, brows furrowed in confusion. "It's not anything important. Just try not to miss us too much" he said, waved goodbye and left.

"What was he saying?" Mikasa asked as i sat down. "I was just giving him some instructions that's all. He also says to enjoy our honeymoon" I said and she went back to her scrolling

Time passed by so fast and it was time to check in. ' What was it that Armin said? Why do I have a feeling it involves [Name]?' I thought to myself and decided to snap out of it.

'You're going to spend some time with your wife! Isn't this what you always wanted?' I asked myself as we waited for the our plane to get ready.

After about 20 minutes Mikasa asked "Do you want me to buy you food?" to which I responded by nodding my head implying yes. I checked my phone and the message that i had sent [Name] was still left on delivered. I scrolled up to see the previous messages that we sent to each other. Funny stickers and memes, weird emojis and cursed funny tiktoks. A smile crept up on my face without realizing.

I leaned my head back sighing and whispered 'I miss you' and just then I heard "I was only gone for a minute". I sprung up to see Mikasa holding a large pizza box and two cans of Coca-Cola. She sat down and we started eating. Once again she started talking but i turned around for a second and saw [Name]'s face. I blinked twice and she was still there speaking to me. And the suddenly tears started rolling down her cheeks.

" Why?" she asked. "How could you do this to me?", more tears were flowing. "What do you mean why?" I asked and she shook he head disappointed. "Of course you don't know. You always left me alone ever since you met her. How could you forget about me?" she asked again her voice cracking even more. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" I rubbed my eyes only to see Mikasa staring at me in concern. I looked around and she was nowhere to be found. "Eren?" she called out again. "Sorry, I just don't feel well" I said. "Should I get you some water?" she asked and i nodded.

She got up and I was utterly confused. 'What did she mean? Is Mikasa the problem or is it me?'. She came back and handed me a bottle of water along with some panadol. I drank it and she offered me her lap to sleep on which i agreed to.

After some time I heard "Eren... Eren.... Eren... Wake up... We have to board the plane. The voice was so sweet and gentle. She was.stroking my hair trying to wake me up. When I looked up I saw [Name] smiling brightly at me. I shot up only to see Mikasa staring at me with the most softest look in her eyes.

" You must have a fever. Lets board and you can sleep for as long as you want to, okay?" Mikasa suggested and I nodded.

Once we got on, we found our seats and sat down. Mikasa buckled my seatbelt for me and places the earmuffs on me. She kissed my cheek then stroked it lovingly ."Don't worry Eren. You'll get better soon", she said and i drifted off to sleep.

"Eren...Eren.. Eren!" I shot up. I looked to my right and to my surprise Mikasa wasn't there. Infact nobody was on the plane. Suddenly I heard someone humming. The melody was so familiar. I got up and followed the voice. At the very front of the plane there was a person. Her face was completely hidden by her hair/braids

I got infront of her and she was stroking air as if someone was on her lap but I just couldn't see them.

"Excuse me miss..." I called out. "...Do you by any chance know where the other passengers are?" I asked fixing my gaze on her. "Whatever do you mean? My son is here with me isn't he?" she asked and when I looked down there was a small boy resting his head on her lap.

"Mommy" the boy called. "What happened to daddy?" he asked tugging on his shirt when he sat up straight. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

The lady just kept on humming the same song while slightly rocking sideways. "WHERE IS MY DADDY!" the boy exclaimed stumping his feet. "I don't know where he is. Just ask your mom-" "LIAR!!" he screamed punching my leg with his tiny fist.

Once he was tired, he grabbed onto the hem of my shirt and started silently sobbing. I lifted him up placing him on my hip as he continued to sob on my shoulder.

"What happened to your father?" I asked him. He sniffled and looked at me wiping his tears with his tiny hands.

"He left mommy and got married to someone else" he said sniffling. "Im sorry to hear that. What was his name? Maybe we could find him if you tell me his name" I said. "My daddy's name is... Eren Yeager" hearing this my eyes shot wide open.

I looked over to the woman and she was pointing at me. She looked up and that's when i saw her face. It was [Name]! Her eyes were puffy and red. She looked like she had been crying fo a long time.

I placed the kid down and walked towards [Name]. I knelt down infront of her but she did nothing but only stare at me. I placed my hand on her cheek and she leaned in closing her eyes. More tears fell and I wiped them for her. "Why did you leave me [Name]? You know I need you" I said. She slowly opened her eyes staring into my eyes softly.

"I had no choice. You left me first" she said and removed my hand. "It's too late Eren. The damage is done" she said and got up leaving the plane with the child. I tried to go after her but with every step I took, she seemed to be much further than before. "[Name]!" I called out but not once did she turn around.

"[Name]! [Name]!" I called again and again but to no avail. And that's when she was completely out of my sight and I woke up.

"Fasten your seatbelts ladies and gentlemen and prepare for landing. Thank you for flying with Emirates. Enjoy your stay!" was the first thing I heard upon waking up. "Wow Eren! You slept for 4 hours straight! Are you feeling better now?" I responded with only nodding my head implying yes.

Without realizing it, it was time for passengers to drop off the plane we got out after fetching our bags and went into the airport. It was already late so we decided to check in the hotel and go to bed since we were too tired to go out and about. I checked my phone but that message was still left on delivered.

We called an uber and got to our hotel. We checked in and we got the keys to room 226. Our luggage was carried by the bell boy and we got to our room.

"Today was so exhausting!" Mikasa sighed plopping on the king sized bed with comfortable-looking duvet covers. "It sure was!" I replied taking of my sweat shirt. I could feel Mikasa's gaze on my back and then I felt her hands gently stroke my back up and down that sent light shivers up my spine.

She then wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her cheek on my back. "Let me join you" she said. "In what?" I asked. "In the shower" she replied as she slowly walked to face me.

"I don't think that s such a good idea" I said looking away. "Come on Eren. Were a married couple now, we can do anything to each other to our hearts content" she said, her eyes narrowing and gazing up at me seductively as she slowly slid he arms around my neck with her fingers interlocked behind me.

My throat felt dry. I wasn't able to say anything. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, even on word, but my throat failed me. All I did was nod and she kissed me as her hands roamed all over my torso. And I kissed back, but some part of me felt like this was.wromg.

I pulled away and she kept on staring at me right in the eyes with the same lustful stare. "Come to the bathroom when you're ready" was all I could say and I stepped into the bathroom.

I threw my remaining clothes on the floor and turned on the shower as cold water splashed on my body. I just stared at the white tiled wall completely in a trance. All the memories I had with [Name] came flooding back. All the times that I made her smile or laugh made a small smile creep up on my face unknowingly.

"Where are you [Name]?" I sighed and then Mikasa came in wearing a towel. She let it drop to the floor then she walked slowly over to me and hugged me from behind. "This feels nice, doesn't it Eren" she asked and I hummed. She took the loofa and squirted soap on it and started sensually rubbing my back. "I need you to turn around for me" she said and I did.

She started scrubbing my front side trying to get all touchy and then she rinsed the foam off and asked me to do the same to her.

We got out of the shower with our robes on and I sat on the bed while Mikasa sat at the dresser drying her hair with a towel. "What sight should we visit tomorrow?" she asked looking at me from the mirror. "Anywhere's fine really. As long as Im with you." I said smiling at her.

She sighed and walked over to me. She sat down next to me with her hand on my shoulder. "Eren look at me" she ordered and I turned to fave her. "What's wrong?" she asked her face showing concern. "There's nothing Mikasa. Im fine-" "No, you're not!" she exclaimed startling me.

"Whatever it is we can go through it together, as husband and wife" she said one hand intertwining with mine and the other cupping my face. "There's nothing wrong. Im just tired" I said voice cracking a little. "Come on, you can trust me. Please let me help you" she insisted and i gave in.

"Its about [Name]'s disappearance" as soon as I said that, I noticed her face slowly cringing but she regained composure. I shrugged it off 'cause I thought I was just seeing things because that's how the entire day was.

"I just don't understand. How could she leave us? Why?" I asked as I could feel the tears building up in my ryes and the lump forming in my throat. "I thought she was perfectly happy and fine, but... Why?" I asked again failing to look her in the eye.

"You have to be kidding me" she said and I looked at her confused. "Are you serious Eren?!" she asked again anger slowly rising. "What rae you talking about?" I asked looking at her as she stood up. "You're telling me, that the reason you've been gloomy the entire day was because of her!" her voice was raising.

I creased my eyebrows in anger and stood up looking down at her. "What exactly are you trying to imply?" I asked and she shook her head in disapproval. "You know exactly what Eren. Its our wedding night, our honeymoon, our special day, and all you can think about is that bitc-" "Watch your tone Mikasa! Or I'll" "You'll what? You cant do anything to me Eren. Im your wife! You married me not her and don't you ever forget that. You are going to enjoy the rest of your life with me and that's final. And finally, [Name] wont be in the way" she said leaving me in shock. I had made a huge mistake and there was no turning back.

We went to bed in anger though i could not sleep. 'How could she say such a thing about [Name]?' I thought staring at the ceiling 'Was Mikasa the problem?' that wouldn't make any sense since they never really talked to each other face to face.

After some tome, i had finally gotten some shut eye. The next day we had agreed to go around Paris. We got ready and headed out together as if nothing had happened the previous night. We enjoyed our day and the rest of the honeymoon and then went back home.

Ever since we arrived back home, there had been tension between Mikasa and I. Multiple disputes day in day out and it was getting tiring. Though after we both got jobs, the fighting was brought to a minimum. I was still looking for [Name] but she was still no where to be found. Even with the help of the police and of course they had to drop the case unfortunately fo me and fortunately fo Mikasa.

But I still didn't give up. I would go to all the places that we used to go to, time and time again hoping that somehow, miraculously she would pop up and all would be well. Though all of that was jist false hopes.

2 years into our marriage and we still were at each others throats. Though it sort of died down and we tried to be happy until one unfortunate day.

I had gotten back home late at night because of my searching and when I entered the house, Mikasa was standing there, pissed.

"Good evening honey. How was you-" she cut me off by pishing me away. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Don't act like you don't know Eren" at this point, I stopped trying to fake it. "Would it kill you to just say what's wrong!" I lashed out at her. "How can I? You don't even have time for me anymore! How do you think I feel having to sit here everyday waiting fo you to come back home" she spoke back tears brimming in her eyes.

"Crocodile tears wont help your case. And who asked you to wait for me, just go to bed early if you dread it so much" I replied hanging up my coat. "Do you know what the neighbours are saying? They think that you don't love me anymore because you're always out and about looking for [Name]. It's been two years Eren. Shes never coming back"

"I don't give a f*ck about what the neighbours are saying. And maybe I do not love you anymore. You are a selfish, manipulative and overall a stupid b*tch. Just because you found a man and got married to them that doesn't make you the queen of the world and certainly does not give you the right to step on others. And don't ever speak of [Name] like that ever again. Do you hear me!" I lashed out again and she fell on her knees crying.

"Im tired Eren. Im so tired" she said trying to stop her tears. I walked over to the drawer and pulled out an envelope throwing it at her. She looked at it for a few seconds and opened it. She looked at it shocked.

"Divorce papers!?!?" she exclaimed as I was going up the stairs. "But why?" she asked looking at me. "There's no point in faking it Mikasa. Like you said, you're tired and so am I. Lets just end this. There's nothing you'll gain from this marriage" I said and took a few more steps when I heard the sound of ripping paper.

"I will never sign these papers. And you wont make me" she said getting up. I let out a chuckle and she looked at me in confusion. "I knew you would be so stubborn. I have other copies printed out just incase. You'll get tired of riping the papers, but I'll never get tired of handing them to you" I said and disappeared upstairs.

Ever since the situation, Mikasa never dared to speak up but she still refused to sign the papers which was such a pain. I continued my search for [Name] and as usual, I had gotten nowhere. It was like she completely vanished from the face of the earth.

Jean and Connie who were also helping in the search had advised that I should take it easy and take a break every once in a while or I would go crazy. I followed their advice and laid low. I would go home early and just did regular things around the house to kill some time which was when Mikasa started coming home late. I didn't pay much attention until she started spending the night at wherever it was she was at.

But I didn't say anything. I just let her be in hopes that somehow this would be a reason to find something on her so that I could guilt trip her and finally be set free from the agonizing bond.

A few months later, I got a promotion at work and my new position required me to travel a lot. Mikasa congratulated me but I paid he no mind. After the first trip, Mikasa wanted to talk. We sat in the living room in silence.

"What was it you wanted to tell me?" I asked not caring much. "I've been thinking for a really long time now and... I want a baby" she said and I stood up. "You can not be serious" I said. "Come on Eren please" she pleaded. "You have got to be the biggest idiot I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with. You really think that after all you've done, I would willingly say yes to having a child with you !" I said and she looked at me as if she was the victim.

"Forget it! Its never going to happen. Ever!" I said and left her in the living room. I had another trip and it would take 4 weeks until I finished work. I left home at around 3 am and went to the airport. The flight was long and tiring especially since there was a crying baby on board.

I had finally reached my destination at 8pm and the meetings would start first thing in the morning.

The meetings were long and boring and there was a lot of paper work but we were able to finish everything with only an entire week to spare. We were allowed to go back home early and use the remaining days as our extra days off.

I had arrived back home but decide to go back the next night and enjoy myself before going back to deal with Mikasa. I booked a hotel room and spent the night there. During the day, I went to all kinds of places. For breakfast, lunch and dinner. I tried new restaurants which was the best decision I had made and explored so many other places and got to talk to new people. During my time there I thought a lot about [Name] and all the good memories we had growing up. I just wished I could talk to her at least once to know why she ran from us...me.

Unfortunately, the sun was etting and I had to fetch my luggage from the hotel. I drove all the way home and waited in the car for about 20 minutes before deciding to go in. I opened the door and was greeted with silence. Mikasa wasn't watching TV and it was switched off. This was odd. I shrugged it off and just took off my shoes and left my luggage downstairs convincing myself that I would take it upstairs the following day.

I started going up the stairs and heard faint creaking. I thought that it was just my weight on the wooden stairs but when I stopped walking the creaking continued. I walked up the stairs and still there was creaking but also another sound that went in sync with the creaking. I got closer to my bedroom door and the sound grew louder with every step. It was the sound of heavy breathing and whining.

I opened the door slowly to see Mikasa and Jean aon my bed staring at each other sweating and breathing heavily. It all stopped when Mikasa had noticed me standing by the door frame. She pushed Jean away from her and when he noticed me, he completely froze.

She quickly covered herself with the bedsheet and looked worried. I started clapping and smiled to myself. "Eren... Its not what it looks like" she tried to reason but I stopped her. "Finally" I said walking over to them. I got over to Jean and forcefully shook his hand. "Thank you so much dear friend. If it wasn't fo you, I wouldn't get the chance to have a reason to finally let it go" I said and he looked at me confused.

"Mikasa, what is he talking about? You told me that you already left him and he was long gone" Jean said in anger. "Wow~ So im not the only victim. How lovely." I said sarcastically. Jean got up and put on his clothes as Mikasa tried to plead with him but he just wouldn't budge. Just before he left he said "Now I know why [Name] left" and my eyes grew wider. He must've known something, something that I had probably missed.

But when I turned around he was already out the front door. I turned back to face Mikasa and she was glaring daggers at me. "Oh no no no no no! Don't you dare look at me like that. You were the one who f*cked up, weren't you?" I said glaring at her too.

"None of this would have happened if it wasn't for you Eren!" she said and plopped herself onto the bed. "How is any of this my fault? If you would have signed the divorce papers like I wanted you to, you would have lived your happy ever after with Jean" I said and she sighed deeply. "Just get out! I don't want to see you!" she screamed. "Sure. Just sign the papers" I said and pulled out another envelope from the locked drawer that only I had the key to.

She looked at me wide-eyed and said "I thought I burned all those papers. How could you still have more?" "You're not as smart as you think you are Mikasa. Now sign the papers and we agree from now on to see other people and never face each other again" I said handing her a pen. She signed in annoyance and got up to get dressed.

"Now get out!" she ordered me and I didn't react. "This property isn't yours. Pack your bags and leave to the hell hole you once came from." I said to her and she looked stunned. "Ehat do you mean this isn't mine?" she asked. "If you were actually smart, you would know that this house was mine from the very beginning before I even knew you. And that I signed to deed to this house" I said and she looked at me angrily.

She brought out her suitcases and furiously threw all her clothes into them. Once she was done, she tried leaving the room when I stopped her. "You forgot something" I said. "Why do you even bother tormenting me?" she asked. "You think im going yo have goodnight dreams knowing that my best friend and ex-wife had sex on my mattress" I said and she glared at me. She took the mattress and the bedsheets and carried them to the backyard. She phoned her cousin Levi and she sat outside waiting for him to arrive as I stood at the gate also waiting.

Once he arrived, she placed her luggage in the boot and entered the car. I closed the gate and took lighter fluid and a match box and went into the backyard. I sprinkled the lighter fluid on the mattress and dropped a lit matchstick on it and it quickly engulfed in flames.

I sat on one of the chairs in the back yard and ran my fingers through my hair. How could I have been so blind? I was convinced that there was something wrong with me. First, [Name]'s disappearance and then my ex-wife cheated on me. What was wrong?

Sighing, I grabbed my phone and blocked all of Mikasa's and Jean's social medias and deleted their contacts. I wanted nothing to do with them at all. My only goal now was to find [Name] and why she abandoned us...me.

I decided to proceed with the search the next day and strated scrolling through instagram. I went to check Armin's profile. He posted pictures of himself at fancy gatherings, luxurious hotels and expensive dinners in France. It was no surprise since Armin owned a multi-million dollar clothing brand and partnered up with big companies such as Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Versace, you name it.

There was a link to his second account and I pressed it. The account name was '@together_forever' and the profile picture was of two people holding hands by the sunset. I was happy for him that he had a good relationship with someone.

But my smile had dropped as soon as I saw the first picture. It was one of Armin kissing [Name]'s cheek at the beach in the sunset as she showed her left hand revealing an expensive diamond ring on her finger. The photo was posted 2 days before I had seen it and it was captioned;

'𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉. 𝕹𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖏𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘'

I could not believe my eyes. I refreshed the page over and over again only for the same picture to appear over and over again. And before I knew it, fat tears cascaded down my cheeks and I dropped my phone on the ground.

ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ! ｡^‿^｡

#eren x reader #eren yeager #eren aot #armin x reader #armin arlert #armin aot #mikasa ackerman #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #angst with a happy ending #anime and manga #anime #manga

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thegreatstoryteller · 2 years

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SpyWatch Chapter 2: Ignis

Cal slowly blinked awake. Every part of him felt sore and tired, but there was no denying the parts of him that felt good. His hand slowly slid down his shirt over his pants and-

“Wait. I’m wearing my clothes still?” He said aloud, as his eyes shot open to confirm what he was feeling. To his surprise, he was fully clothed. Wearing the same shirt and pants he’d worn to the beach this morning. He ran his hands over his unimpressive body and his legs weren’t even hanging off the bed. Looking around, he found no trace of the former self he remembered being! No red swimming trunks or… well that really was all he’d brought back to his apartment… Any trace of his wet steps would’ve long since dried… if they were even there to begin with.

“Was that? Fuck… of course it was a dream! Nothing that crazy could’ve really happened… How could I think I was that hot Japanese swimmer from before? I must’ve just had a tiring day at the beach and crashed when I got back. I better apologize to Leo in case I forgot to say goodbye.”

Cal didn’t know what to make of this. Could this be a coincidence? No… Yes? Maybe! He had to know. He began to look over geo tagged posts of the beach nearby! A few moments later his search had shown him so many new angles of the body he’d actually occupied mere hours ago. Many of the comments were thirsting over this hot swimmer! Some even asking if anyone had an ID page for this mysterious male model! Many were left disappointed that this guy hadn’t gone public or at least had a bunch of thirst trap pics laying around on social media. Some of the pictures didn’t even have his new face!

“I can’t believe it. This actually happened. That was me! I… I was hot! And… the watch!!” Throughout this whole time Cal hadn’t realized the strange watch from before was now on his wrist! He didn’t even remember putting it on.

“Ok…. So if this is real then… the watch… it really did this! I think…. How’d I get it to work last time?”

Cal began to examine the watch pressing its various dials and buttons. So far, the only one he had labeled was the black silhouette of the “Aquatic Template”. However, the more he moved things around the more he could see many others. Some larger, some smaller, but all of them with distorted text as if the watch was experiencing some technical failure. Cal was about to press one of the unknown dark images when his phone buzzed with a new text from Leo!

“It’s… whatever… Rather not think about it. Anyway. You going to that costume party tonight? The one the LGBT+ frat is hosting? Might be a good way to get the word out about your cleaning club.”

Was Leo asking… if Cal was going to a party!? Like… as friends or?

“I… don’t normally go to those things… are you going?” Cal replied.

There was a few moments of pause before Leo replies. “Yeah. Hope I see you there too.”

Cal nearly threw his phone across the room. Despite an incredible shape changing watch affixing itself to his arm, Leo’s passive invite to this party was the most surprising thing Cal could’ve ever imagined.

“I’ll see you there.” Cal finally replied after a few seconds of deep breathing.

Soon Cal was pacing around his room nervously fiddling with the watch. It kept flashing red every time he tried to select one of the options, as a series of numbers flashed on the screen. “Maybe it’s for the best…. After all. Leo wanted me to come! It should be fine… I don’t need to be a sexy swimmer to get his attention... yeah. It’ll be fine!”

Not having much of a costume, Cal simply wore some nice clothes as he crossed the street to the frat area of campus. It was clear that there was a party going on at the LGBT+ frat. Men and women were in every state of dress and in some costumes that were less theatric and more revealing. There wasn’t a guy around who didn’t have his abs or biceps showing. Most of the party was on the frat house lawn with BBQs going next to beach volleyball courts! Inside people were playing beer pong and by the entrance were two hot guys chatting up Leo! One was taller with killer stubble and abs, the other was shorter and more brawny. Both were just wearing suspenders, pants, and a fireman hat as they leaned close to Leo. They all laughed occasionally as Cal ran the opposite direction!

“Ok. This is bad. Fuck. What was I thinking coming over here… ok…. Watch… I don’t need a swimmer here… I need something to grab Leo’s attention. Can you do that?” The watch sputtered and sparked for a second before the red glowing receded. A new silhouette had taken the former’s place.

Template 4 – Fire Adept

Without a second thought and too overwhelmed to decide, Cal pressed the button!

There was another bright flash and soon Cal wasn’t wearing his normal clothing! He was in full fire fighter attire.

“Woah this stuff is heavy.” Cal grumbled in surprise, a low commanding voice escaping his lips. “Damn and the voice. Fuck. It’s even lower than before… pretty sexy too. Hey. Hot stuff. Looking good.” Cal said smiling at the goofy line. Even with those words the voice just oozed sex appeal. Not to mention it was the perfect attention grabbing tone that was gone win him Leo’s attention.

Cal continued to explore his new body as he walked back to the frat house. He occasionally flexed his arms admiring the cool tattoos on his massive biceps as well as the big boots he wore that stomped the ground beneath him. This was also a body that stood head and shoulders above most guys here. There were a few taller athletes here and there, but he was definitely over 6 feet tall once again. Once again, he could feel the invisible imprint of the watch on his wrist. He could also feel a fireman’s axe on his back… was that real?

Not wanting to get distracted, Cal powered on. Before long he was at the doorway where Leo was talking to those two guys. By comparison Cal’s outfit looked much more authentic than theirs.

“Hey gentleman. Hey Leo. Someone looks smoking.” Cal said awkwardly grinning as he said another cheesy line out of sheer nerves.

All three guys stared wide eyed at this huge guy who sauntered over to them. Not only did his natural demeanor look so imposing to anyone nearby, but Cal didn’t realize how intimidating he seemed staring down at them.

The two wannabe firefighters were sputtering over their words. It was Leo that responded first. “Wow! That’s quite a costume… but you look kinda…. Old for university… no offense. Do you actually go here?”

Cal crossed his arms and gave a big grin as he caught his reflection on the window nearby. Stubbled jaw, deep voice, perfect teeth, and deceptively smooth skin… he certainly passed for someone in their 20s or 30s rather than the early 20s demographic of the party. Not just that but his sleeve of tatoos and naturally dominant presence gave him the appearance of an authority figure not a peer. This was a body that people looked to for command and direction… and much to Cal’s disappointment, not love.

“I uh… well… I saw the smoke… from the BBQ and… I found you… hot stuff.” Cal spoke through gritted teeth, internally moaning finding it impossible to stop the bad fire puns. To his surprise, Leo laughed as the other two guys took this moment to make an awkward escape.

“So, what are you some local firefighter making sure we’re up to code or something? That’s kinda… hot.” Leo laughed.

“Really? I mean yeah. Long day at the…. Station? And it seemed like a fun place to hang out. Someone as cool as you are here after all.” Cal replied, grinning ear to ear. His perfect smile a sign at his surprise and glee that this was going well! However, as they talked Cal quickly realized something was off. He felt relaxed. Not strain or stress like he normally had talking to Leo! Was this what having confidence was like? No… because something else was wrong… deep inside him… he didn’t feel nervous at all… because he didn’t find Leo attractive anymore! He kept staring at Leo’s perfect hair, flawless skin, impressive muscles beneath his lifeguard uniform, and most of all his incredible legs and feet! But nothing!

Instead as Leo began to explain a story that Cal wasn’t listening to, Cal’s attention drifted to a few women playing beach volleyball. His eyes fixated on their bouncing breasts as they jumped for the net. Each elegant motion more mesmerizing than the next. He thought he might drool till he heard.

“So, what’s your name?” from Leo

“Huh? What? Oh I’m…. Ignis. Yeah, that’s my name!” Cal said thinking on his feet of the final fantasy character and the Latin word.

“Nice to meet you Ignis…. Now did you come here to talk to me or just ogle at those girls over there?” Leo accused.

“No! I uh… I really wanted to talk to you and-“ Cal tried to explain, though once again his eyes drifted over to the women as one team won the game and they all began to celebrate getting closer and closer to each other.

Leo was unimpressed. “Come on man. It’s clear you’re here crashing a college LGBT+ event, creeping on coeds and stuff. This is an important time for people to explore their interests. They don’t need a weird older guy creeping on them for a distance. You should get out of here before I call campus security.”

With that Leo headed inside shaking his head, mumbling something about “First the swimmer and now this guy? Just my luck. Has anyone seen a guy named Cal around? No? Fine. Well, I’m gonna make sure we have enough propane for the grill.”

Cal looked down dejectedly. Another body. Another screwed up attempt!

“Stupid body! Stupid muscles! Stupid… fuck stupid only liking women right now. What the hell is wrong with me?” Cal moped, walking off, down the street. He was still very horny as he sulked his way back to his apartment. However, before he could make his way down the street, he saw a woman approaching in a trench coat. She was more solidly built but her appearance was striking none the less. Her Light brown hair had some blond highlights and she was looking directly at Cal which caused his dick to stir in his fireman outfit.

“Uh… hey there.” Cal said not knowing what to do, and legitimately blushing at her presence.

“You…” she began getting closer to Cal, her soft hand brushing against his rough forearm. “Have the watch!” Her hands directly went for his wrist where she could feel the invisible device between her fingers.

“What!? How’d you know about the watch?” Cal said jumping back, releasing himself from her grip with surprising strength.

She smirked and pulled out a gun. “Me and a few other interested parties know all about that thing. Only difference is I don’t care if you hand it over dead or alive!”

Cal had no idea what was going on! His heart was beating a mile a minute and he wasn’t able to form a single rational thought as death was staring him in the face. This woman was holding the gun so subtly from her coat, no one nearby could even see her threaten him! Not only that people were still partying inside and out of the house, so it’s not like they could hear him cry for help before he was shot!

However, right at that moment someone cried. “OH SHIT!” from inside the frat and there was an explosion that blew part of the house up in an instant! Debris was flying everywhere and managed to strike Cal’s would be captor in the face. With this temporary distraction Cal began to run! As he took a few steps he heard someone cry. “Fuck! Leo! He’s still inside!”

Cal looked to his disoriented assailant and back at the house which had now caught fire.

“Damn…. I’m coming Leo!” Cal roared charging in. Dozens of people in costumes were darting out of the house! None of them large enough to get in Cal’s way though. He rushed past civilians, and through broken tables with ease, once again surprised by his own power. Not only that he realized despite all the smoke he could breathe and see just fine. Did movies really make it look worse on purpose… or was it something about him? Soon he managed to sift through the wreckage to find an unconscious Leo laying down next to a fire extinguisher coughing.

“I got you Leo. Let’s go!” Cal fireman carried Leo out of the burning building and placed him on the lawn a safe distance away from the building to get some fresh air. He wasn’t breathing properly at first. Part of him was worried, but another part knew that he needed CPR! Without any training in the procedure, Cal attempted to resuscitate Leo! With an expert motion and form, he managed to do enough chest compressions and finally blowing into his mouth. For a moment his manly stubbled lips graced Leo’s and a second later Leo was gasping for breath and coughing. He’d be ok.

Cal let out a relieved smile. Soon sirens were blaring by the area. He took that as his queue to run off and managed to take a few side streets to avoid prying eyes. He began to catch his breath feeling tired and paused for a few minutes to catch his breath.

“End of the line big guy.” Came the voice of the woman with a nasty scar on her face. “Thought you’d cover more ground after that incident. Guess you’re dumber than I thought.” Cal looked at her terrified, backing into the small street nearby.

The woman cocked the gun back and then Cal shut his eyes terrified and accepting his fate! With all the sirens and screaming from nearby, neither heard the near silent acceleration of a dark car with tinted windows racing down the street, hitting the woman directly into the trees nearby. This day continued to get weirder by the second.

“What the hell!?!” Cal jumped back, even more scared. His deep manly voice at odds with his obvious panicked and confused words. Soon the windows were lowered and he could see an average looking woman with glasses, dark hair, and a badge. “Get in Cal! You’re not safe here!”

“W-why should I trust you?” Cal said shaking from shock.

“1. Because I’m trying to save your life. 2. Because I can get you out of here. And 3. You’re wearing my watch.” Phillis explained.

#SpyWatch #thegreatstoryteller #muscle growth transformation #height growth #voice change #race change #racial transformation

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senatortedcruz · 3 years

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they’ve only been in my life for a little over a day but I already love my bala bangles

#my arms are feeling a nice soreness since I wore them all day #toned arms here i come!

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bugeater101 · 2 years

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귀여워요...

Synopsis: You’ve been dating Hyunjin for a while and you haven’t let your insecurities intrude upon your relationship yet. But, with Hyunjin’s idolization of you, it seemed like only a matter of time before they crept in. All you want to do is take care of him, but you think you can never live up to what he deserves. However, when Hyunjin finally hears about how discouraged you feel, he will make sure you know how precious you are to him.

Content: insecurities related to weight and body image, a bit of fluff and angst but mostly smut, fem!reader x Hyunjin, insecure!reader, dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, reader is described as being chubby/fat/plus size, perv!Hyunjin (like a lot ohmygod), innocent!reader, virigin!reader, corruption kink, pet names, impact play, punishment, degradation, man handling, praise kink, no use of condom (wrap it before you tap it guys !!!), mentions of oral

Word Count: 6.5k (oh jeez)

Author’s Notes: okay so this is my first time publishing something I wrote, so please be patient with me ! I’m hoping to put more content out in the future :) Also, the title means “cute” in Korean.

Hyunjin was stuck in the dorms, the rain cancelling his plans to go on a midnight picnic with you by the Han river. He didn’t care though: he still got to see you later tonight and that was all that mattered. On days like this, when his muscles ached from the early morning dance practices and his throat was sore from the late-night vocal sessions, you were the only thing that could recharge him.

When you cuddled him, pampered him, and called him “baby” after he had been straining himself all day, he felt as if all the pain was worth it. Sometimes, he was happy when his feet burned from dancing too hard because he knew that you would be at home, waiting for him. To cook for him, hug him, twirl his hair, kiss him, press him into your figure...

Days like these seemed to come few and far between. Pain would absorb him and he would be weary beyond belief, but you would be there to treat him so nicely and call him your baby. So, he loved days like these, especially today since you were stuck in his mind all throughout practice. He even messed up during dance practice (earning a burning glare from Leeknow) because he was stuck thinking about you. More specifically, you and that fucking skirt you wore last night.

Yesterday, you came to the dorm and you just had to show up wearing that damn black skirt. Because of your ample size and the skirt’s already scandalous length, it managed to hang just enough to cover you somewhat decently. And, since you were obviously well-endowed, the skirt was even shorter in the back, too. Hyunjin could barely contain himself the entire movie while you cuddled into him, pressing your ass against his crotch like you didn’t know what you were doing. Honestly, Hyunjin thought you probably didn’t know, given as your smile was sweet and innocent and cute, like it always was.

God, how could she do this, he thought to himself as he felt his face heat up. He snaked his arm around you, giving you seemingly pure and comforting rubs on your thighs. However, there was no good nature in his touch: he wanted to rile you up. And it worked. Every time he rubbed your thighs, you pushed them together or toyed with the hem of your skirt. By the time you had established a deep blush, Hyunjin already had a smirk plastered on his face. He loved, even adored his effect on you.

Hyunjin knew you weren’t ready to do anything beyond heavy makeout sessions, that you needed more time to be comfortable with him. Yet, he couldn’t help but tease you. How could he when it was just too easy? He found his pants unbearably tight that night, but they constrained him completely when you bent over in front of him to gather your things before you left. It was almost as if you were purposefully displaying yourself for him (although Hyunjin did have to lean forward from his position on the couch to get a better look). You were just wearing simple white cotton panties, but Hyunjin still stared at them like they were art. Squinting his eyes, he used the little concentration he could muster to focus on the garment, so lewd yet all on display just for him.

Staring at your damp panties, Hyunjin realized how much you had lied to him. How could you act so clueless, so innocent when you were practically soaked just from a few lingering touches and ruts? You were so wet, your panties clung to you and were practically transparent. If he tried, Hyunjin could almost, just almost, see right through them. Fuck he just wanted to press his face into your heat, keep you bent over, and eat you out right then and there with your panties still on; have you begging to let you cum all over his tongue, even for him to just touch you directly. The thought alone was making him audibly gulp, but thank God that you were blissfully unaware of the effect you had on him and his throbbing cock. You simply snapped up and stared at him with your wide eyes, responding with an ignorant, “Oh, baby, are you thirsty?” to which he chuckled. Of course he was.

Hyunjin knew you weren’t ready for any of the stuff he wanted to do, but he was of course happy to wait. You needed time, and you didn’t need to explain it to him. However, he couldn’t help but wonder why you refrained from engaging in anything beyond rutting into him, despite his obvious desires to be with you beyond that. You were a goddess, and it wasn’t just him who thought you were the epitome of beauty. Even his members were jealous of him when he announced that you two had started dating, with Changbin even commenting “lucky bastard” with a snide but proud expression. So, Hyunjin knew you needed time, but the thought that he would be your first, accompanied by the fact that so many others would just love to fuck you, made him go crazy.

With a clatter from the kitchen, Hyunjin was brought back to reality. He looked around and saw Felix swearing as he had dropped a pan, spilling egg all over the floor. Hyunjin laughed and teased him before helping out, but his mind was elsewhere. He was heading over to your house today, and couldn’t wait to see you.

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“Baby!” You shouted when you opened the door to see Hyunjin’s tall frame at the threshold of your apartment. Jumping into Hyunjin’s arms, you caused him to stumble a bit and earned a laugh from him. He smiled as you clung to him, kissing your forehead and swaying together momentarily. The hug immediately eased all his worries from the day, making for the perfect beginning to your evening together. Even with his muscles aching from practice, he still felt like he could stand like this forever, especially with your chest pressing into his like that.

“How have you been today, y/n, my lovely girlfriend?” He asked, looking down at you.

Suddenly, his heart dropped. Your expression said it all: you had obviously been crying, tears having stained your cheeks red. You adorned black sweat pants and his hoodie that swallowed you whole, making you look formless. Hyunjin’s mind immediately flooded with worry for you, even if his perverted self couldn’t be contained.

Though he tried to focus on the here and now, the thought of you wearing his hoodie with tears streaming down your face made his mind wander. He wondered if you would look the same while he railed you, tears brimming your eyes as you begged him to slow down.

Fuck, get it together, he mentally yelled at himself.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Distress layered his voice as he bent down to cup your face in his hands, but you blinked and darted your eyes away from his.

“Nothing.... nothing’s the matter, baby,” you responded as you grabbed his wrists and pushed them away from your face. You held on to one of his wrists and pulled him into your apartment, shutting the door behind you. “Just tired is all.”

Hyunjin obliged and followed you in, dropping his bag on the ground near the door. However, when you tried to lead him further in, he immediately pulled you back to get a good look at you. Weariness washed over your face with a tone behind your eyes hinting at the true sadness you were hiding.

Worst of all, you looked embarrassed, and—with Hyunjin being Hyunjin—that just made him think of all the things he could do to make you embarrassed.

You asshole, stop using your dick to think and be with her. He shook his head.

“No, you’re not ‘just tired,’” he said softly, grabbing your hands in his own. “Y/n, tell me now, what is wrong?” Biting your lip, your eyes moved away from his steady gaze and looked at your intertwined hands again, trying to make him avoid seeing your tears. Your tears make you look so cute like that, his mind wanted to say, making him want to slap himself as he tried to be a good boyfriend despite his dirty thoughts.

“Oh, Y/n” Hyunjin sighed, taking a hand to wipe away your tear and rub your cheek. “Come on, let’s go to your room.”

Pulling you towards your bedroom, Hyunjin sat down at the foot of your bed as he held your hand. “Sweetie, come here,” he pulled you towards him, rubbing his thigh to indicate you to sit on him, but you wouldn’t budge. You shook your head.

“Jinnie... no... I can’t,” you whimpered. You finally looked up at Hyunjin, fresh tears prickling your eyes. “I can’t...” you mumbled again, fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie that you wore. “You... I’m... it won’t work....” You tugged more at the hoodie and sweatpants you wore, constantly readjusting the clothing to better hug or pull away from your body. Studying you, Hyunjin looked at you with a certain peculiarity. You weren’t normally like this, so self-conscious, so aware of him looking at you—

Hyunjin felt like he was hit with a bag of bricks. Thank god his mind finally decided to think straight for a second. Still, the moment of clarity was not met with celebration. If what he was thinking was correct, it made his heart ache.

“Y/N, don’t tell me you think you’re too heavy to sit on my lap?” He asked with sadness layering his voice. The pain he felt was insurmountable; he couldn’t imagine feeling worse. That is, until you started quickly nodding your head.

“Not just that,” you responded with a quick pace. “But everything: too heavy to sit on your lap, for you to pick up, to fit into your sweats, to do... you know... anything.... especially the stuff I’ve never done before....” the last part made your cheeks and ears heat up, turning more visibly red, and Hyunjin had to mentally (and almost physically) slap himself to keep himself in line. He couldn’t get caught up in how flustered you got just from the thought of fucking him when you were sobbing right in front of him. Be a good boyfriend, he yelled at himself internally.

But, when he heard what you said next, he was done for.

“Really, the only thing that’s holding me back now from... that...” you mumbled with embarrassment, “is that I am worried you won’t like what you see.”

Hyunjin’s pulse dropped. The world around him seeming hollow.

How could you say that? How could you even think that you shouldn’t fuck him, or that he wouldn’t fuck you, because you thought he wouldn’t like your body? That he wouldn’t think you were pretty, sexy, or hot enough for him? Even now, as you were confessing these horrible thoughts to him, all he could think about was burying his cock in you. It pissed him off. Goddammit, his mind yelled at him while he attempted to keep himself poised on the outside.

“Y/n...” Hyunjin sighed, making you look up at him with beautiful, tear-filled eyes. He softly grabbed both of your hands in his, and stroked them gently. You thought you would stay like this, the silence engulfing you. That would have been enough: to be ensconced with him, letting the light movements of his hands and his worried eyes tell you that all of his love is yours. That would have been enough. Hyunjin, however, had different plans.

With a sudden movement and the tightening of his grip, Hyunjin swiftly pulled you into him. You yelped, the sound making you somehow even more embarrassed. You were already humiliated, and now that little scream made you feel like a blushing mess. This situation could not become more mortifying. That is, until you noticed the position Hyunjin had maneuvered you into. With each leg on either side of him, your full weight was pressing into your boyfriend. Your intertwined hands pressed between your chests, squished between your torsos and offering some separation between your bodies. His boldness made your eyes go wide, and you truly almost gasped. However, Hyunjin shut you up by pressing your lips into his, smiling into the kiss with a content grin. Slowly, his smile faded as the kiss became more passionate. It was still romantic, but almost became needy if not for the delicateness of it all. His actions were borderline carnal, the movement of his tongue telling you to accept his love. If not, he would surely go mad.

Breaking the kiss, Hyunjin’s eyes looked at you up and down, enjoying the surprised look on your face. With your lips red from abuse and parted slightly, Hyunjin was relieved that your clasped hands had separated your bodies. If he hadn’t kept some space between you two, your entire body would be pressing into his cock. If that was the case, then he wouldn’t have taken his mouth off of you for even a second.

“Bold of you to say that I wouldn’t like you crushing me, Y/n,” he said, making you giggle through your tears. “You aren’t ‘too heavy’, or ‘too big’, or ‘too anything’ for me, okay?” you smiled in response, your silence speaking for itself.

“Tell me honey,” your boyfriend continued, situating his hands on your lower back while you moved yours to his shoulders, maintaining what little space there was between you two. His eyes were steady, and his face kind. “What has you thinking like this? What happened that made my cute little y/n think so negatively of herself?” You toyed with the collar of his shirt, breaking away from his contemplative eyes.

“Just... when I wore that skirt yesterday...”

Oh fuck, Hyunjin thought to himself.

“... I just looked and felt so disgusting in it. You could see everything.... and... never mind...” new tears pricked at your eyes. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was infuriated. His eyes were wide, and his fingers on your lower back had ceased rubbing. His anger stemmed from one thing: the thought that you found yourself... “disgusting” in that delectable fucking skirt. He wanted to scream, but most of all he wanted to change your mind.

“Y/N,” you looked up at him again, trying to stifle your tears, but failing. “Y/N, please cry if it will make you feel better, okay?” You nodded along, using your sleeves to pat your eyes dry. Hyunjin continued, “You should know that there is nothing you could ever, ever do that would make me think of you as... ‘disgusting.’” The last word rolled off of his tongue with such hatred, such complete distaste that his endearing words before were almost tainted by the flavour it left on his tongue.

“You are so stunning, so utterly gorgeous... honestly, I wish you saw yourself the way I did, y/n. I think you, your figure... are perfect for me.” Hyunjin hoped his words got to you as he continued his reassuring back rubs. You were hard to decipher as you simply nodded along. You placed your damp hands back on his shoulders, staring into his eyes. Then, you slowly started to smile and Hyunjin’s heart swelled.

“Thank you, Hyunjin,” you said with love layering your voice.

“Y/N, you’re the most beautiful person, you know that, yeah?”

You nodded along. “Yes, I do honey, I do.”

“Say it then, okay?” He asked.

“What!?"

“Say that you are perfect, okay?” Embarrassment immediately washed over you while your face turned crimson. God she’s so perfect and adorable like this, Hyunjin thought.

“Say you are the cutest, most gorgeous person, okay? Please? I know it will help.” You looked down and mumbled into your chest, to which Hyunjin laughed at. “No, y/n, say it right,” he encouraged. You took a deep breath and began again.

“I’m-m.... the prettiest, most gorgeous and... and...” you struggled with the words, overwhelmed and self-conscious of yourself.

“... and perfect,” Hyunjin finished with a smile, placing his hand on your cheek and returning your eyes to his.

“... and p-perfect person,” you repeated as your face remained flushed. “And I’m all yours,” he smiled wider at that, his eyes almost disappearing behind his endearing gaze.

You sniffled and smiled again, laughing at how good you felt, at how good he made you feel. To thank him, you leaned in and placed a light peck on his full lips. You placed your head on his shoulder as he held you close, cuddling as you sat on his lap while you toyed with his hoodie strings. “Thanks.. you always know what to say, baby.”

...Baby...

That word... the name hung in the air around Hyunjin. Suddenly, it’s like every perverted thought he’s ever had came rushing to him. He couldn’t help himself. A small smile appeared on Hyunjin’s lips.

“Lastly,” he said softly, making you perk up and stare into his charming eyes. Truly, you believed he would encourage you to sing more praises about yourself. You thought it was a good mental exercise, and was happy to oblige if it was his wish.

But, then, his grip moved downwards onto your ass, tightened, and shoved you forward into his chest and onto his cock.

“You should know how much I really, really, liked that skirt.”

“Hyun....Hyunjin...” you whimpered out, feeling his full cock underneath you. You were already so warm, so tingly, and such a fucking mess, and fuck you were so flustered on top of him.

“What, y/n?” he teased. Leisurely, he started pushing your ass back and forth on his cock, earning a whimper from you that only made his dick throb harder.

“Take over love, I know you can,” Hyunjin chuckled. And so you did, keeping your hands steady on his shoulders as you guided your clothed core over the firm bulge in Hyunjin’s pants. He leaned forward and kept kissing you as you whimpered into him before moving down to your neck.

“Y/n,” he breathed into you.

“Mmhm, what is it baby?” With a groan, he started to guide your hips harsher and push you down harder onto his tent, earning a moan from you that made him bite down on your neck.

Before Hyunjin could go further, however, he pulled away to look into your longing eyes.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay? You said that you were hesitant before, but let me know if-”

“No! No,” you replied quickly, “Baby, I want to! Please!”

Hyunjin’s cock ached and his mouth hung open at your eagerness. You hadn’t even stopped rutting against him like the horny bitch you were.

“‘Please’?” Hyunjin mocked, teasing you and making you blush all the more harder.

“Please...”, you restated, burying your face in his shoulder trying to hide from your boyfriend’s taunts. However, before you could wallow in humiliation, you were thrown aside with a swift toss. You bounced on your bed as you landed, Hyunjin hovering over you and caging you in his arms.

“That’s all you had to say, y/n.” His lips viciously attacked your neck while his hands ran up and down your sides, slowly pushing his hoodie that you wore up your body to expose your breasts. Before he could stare at your bare chest, however, you grabbed his wrists, restraining him. He glanced up to your eyes, only to see a worried face.

“How about this,” he spoke calmly, “I take off some clothes also, and that will make you more comfortable, yeah? How about we level the playing field?” He proposed, to which you nodded contently to. He rose up and stripped himself of his hoodie and pants, revealing his slim, muscular, borderline God-like body. However, your eyes were immediately drawn down his toned torso to the growing tent in his black boxers. Hyunjin chuckled at your expression, almost seeing the saliva building up in your mouth at the sight of his clothed cock.

“You like what you see?” He joked as his hands slowly rubbed the bulge. He hissed at the touch, and you almost (almost) did drool at the sight. Before he could indulge himself further, Hyunjin clamoured back on top of you, snuggling between your legs. “Because I do.”

Kissing into you, Hyunjin pushed your sweater up to your shoulders as you whimpered into him. Pulling away, he was finally able to look at you fully. He sharply inhaled at the sight of your breasts and his mouth immediately attached to them, making you release a moan that only encouraged him suck harder, hands flying to his hair. With every tug to his head, his eagerness increased. It took over as his teeth started preceded every kiss and nibble to your chest, slightly nipping at your bud while his hand toyed with the other.

“Baby, fuck please keep going!” you breathed out. You were shocked by how fast things were progressing, yet still responded to his every move. It didn’t matter how harsh he was fondling or playing with you, or how soft his reassuring rubs and kisses were. You gasped and convulsed at every little thing, and Hyunjin loved it.

“Fuck, y/n,” he mumbled into your chest as he groped you harshly. “Princess, you fucking love it when I play with you like this, my little cute plaything, huh?”

You whimpered at his degrading words but the persistent throbbing between your legs kept you going. Since Hyunjin was seated between your legs, you couldn’t even rub your thighs together for relief. To receive some satisfaction, you unconsciously snaked your legs around your boyfriend’s hips and pushed his bulge further into you, trying to rub your clit through the layers of fabric

Fuck, what is this girl doing to me? Hyunjin thought, formulating the first coherent sentence in his mind since he started to devour you. What made it worse was when you quickly started rutting into him, outpacing him.

“Y/n, we can go slow, I-”

“No! Baby, please,” you protested, slowing your movements to calm yourself. “I-I want your cock! Please!”

Hyunjin was surprised—shocked, even—at your desperation. Nevertheless, he was more pleased by the fact that he had turned you into such a slut.

“Y/n,” Hyunjin chuckled as he pulled away from your chest to look into your eyes, still unhurriedly rubbing his cock against your clothed heat to keep you whimpering. “You’re such a needy girl, huh?” You nodded quickly to his statement, broadening his taunting smile.

“Well, say it then.”

“What?”

Hyunjin growled, “Say you’re so fucking needy, that you want my cock so badly that you can’t fucking wait for me to put it in you and wreck you. That all you think about is my cock destroying your cute, little pussy. Okay?”

“I-I.... Jinnie,” despite your efforts to object to Hyunjin’s ask, you were lost in how he slowly traced along your waist band. “Baby, I-I don’t know if I- aah!” Slipping his hand further into your pants, Hyunjin began to rub your pussy over your panties.

“What’s that, Y/N?” he asked nonchalantly as he pushed the fabric to the side so he could run his fingers through your slit, only to then push one into you. You moaned loudly and Hyunjin kept up his efforts, toying your clit with his thumb as he pumped you with his finger.

“If you don’t say it, then I can assure you that you won’t be getting any relief tonight, love,” he said before returning to your chest, sucking on your tits while he finger-fucked you.

Everything he did was perfect, it was like he was reading your fucking mind. You were barely speaking coherently, and beyond that you were barely even touching him, only tugging on his hair occasionally for relief. Yet, he knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted to scream out that you wanted his cock, his lips on you, to eat you out, to suck his dick, to fuck you from behind, to ride him... everything. You wanted him. And fuck, you would do anything to get him.

As Hyunjin played with you, he could tell that you were about to burst. There was no point in trying to out-smart him. Hell, you could barely think with the way your pussy gushed at every push of his index and, now, his added middle finger, or with every grope or kiss to your chest or rub to your thighs. He wanted to fuck you too, but he wanted you to work for it. And, fuck, you had to do it.

“I’m so fucking needy, Hyunjin- I can’t help it,” You confessed, letting your pride slip away. “Only you do this to me! I get so fucking wet thinking about you and my fingers can’t fuck me the way I want you to. Please, Hyunjin, please please, I’ve been so good! Please, baby, I-”

The slip of the pet name sent Hyunjin over the edge. Instantly, he ripped your sweatpants and panties completely off of you, exposing your glistening cunt to him. So fucking badly he wanted to lap you up, to press his tongue into you and drink all your juices just like he thought about last night, but right now the pain under his boxers was too intense for him to ignore. Next time though, he thought to himself, I’ll eat her out the entire fucking night.

With a growl, he dove on top of you again and attached his lips to yours hungrily, driving his clothed cock against your core. He had pinned your hands above you, leaving you a whining mess underneath him that did nothing but helplessly rut into him, moaning with every rub of his bulge against your clit. You couldn’t help it.

“Baby, please don’t tease,” you begged quietly. Hyunjin was taken aback, surprised by your demands. He almost wanted to tease you further, but he couldn’t help it. Looking into your puppy dog eyes, he just had to give in (not to mention that your pussy was soaking his boxers). Hyunjin obliged, pulling himself away so he could take off his boxers. When he pulled them down, his cock slapped against his abs and you almost gasped at its size. It was so long that his large hands seemed minuscule in comparison. He pumped it leisurely, and you let your mind wander at the sight. You and him secretly both fantasized about how your (noticeably smaller) hands would look around his leaking, blushing dick.

“I’m being a tease, y/n?” he interrogated, “I could have sworn that you were the one who began to rut against me, huh?” he groaned out and you almost could cry at how empty you felt, how you longed for his dick in you and to finally get to cum.

“I’m s-sorry, Hyunnie,” you murmured. “Please, I’ll be good, please, baby.”

Fuck that fucking name.

Hyunjin towered over you and hiked up your legs, placing his hands behind your knees and pressing them down to into your chest. You were spread for him, completely ready to take him. With his hands pinning your knees up to your chest, forcing your arms down into the bed and your smushing your exposed breasts together, you had no choice but to let yourself be revealed to him.

“I’ll go easy y/n,” He said as he slid his dick back and forth through your heat, making you plead for him.

“Go as hard as you want, baby,” you responded.

You second guessed your words as pain washed over you. Hyunjin’s mind was lost in how good your pussy surrounded him, your whines music to his ears. He sank into you slowly, every inch making you silently gasp, and he pushed his eyes together and fought every urge not to cum right then and there. Soon, he completely bottomed out in you, rocking slightly to allow your tightness to adjust to his size. You sat there, his cock in you as you tried to get out an audible moan. The pain soon turned into pleasure and you began to roll your hips into him, Hyunjin taking this as a sign to pull out slowly and push in again at a quicker pace.

“So precious and adorable, drooling for me,” Hyunjin mumbled out in a hush breath as he composed himself, trying not to immediately fuck into you at an unforgiving pace.

Every pump into you made you yelp slightly as Hyunjin kept singing sweet praises to you. “My pretty, cute girl,” hyunjin worshiped, “such a good girl for her sweet baby, rewarding me so nicely.” The words rolled off of his lips as they brushed yours, which were left stuttering with every stroke of his cock. A few moments later Hyunjin began to speed up as you became adjusted to his size. Well, as "adjusted” as you could be. He was big but, still, the stretch was fucking heavenly. Delicious, sweet pleasure began to run through your body as Hyunjin groped you with every thrust, your juices mixing together and the sounds of your moans filling the room.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, baby, faster,” you pleaded.

She’s too good to me. Hyunjin thought as he picked up the pace upon request, his aggressive action showing his eagerness.

“Fuck, Hyunjin- I-”, you managed to get out. At first, he had peacefully rocked into you. Now, his speed was almost relentless. You moaned as his girth filling you, him bottoming out with every push back into your cunt. Tingling began to fill you and Hyunjin noticed as your pussy clenched harder, encouraging him to quicken his pace and keep going. It felt like you were almost fucking him as you ricocheted from his force.

“Hyun-jin-ie,” you whined out the syllables between the snaps of his hips. Despite the building pressure in the pit of your stomach—and Hyunjin’s beautiful groans mixed with the occasional laugh at your feeble state—you couldn’t help but feel self-concious. His eyes were fixated on you when he wasn’t holding them shut from pleasure, staring at you body with a hungry gaze: your tits bouncing with every shove of his cock into your pussy, how he disappeared into you, the blush on your cheeks— he loved it all, and god forbid he look away. Not to mention the sounds of your whines and moans that filled the room and somehow managed to cover the sound of his cock pistoning into you. But, he still wanted more.

“I- pl-please Hyunjin I c-c-can’t I-” you hiccuped.

“Baby you’re doing so good,” he panted back, reassuring you. “You’re so- fuck- so fucking cute like this, oh fuck...” As he got lost in the feel of your plush walls, you found yourself turning into an even bigger blushing mess at his admiration. You were almost about to cry, not only from the defenceless state you were in, but from the fact that he liked you like this. But, pressing your eyes shut only amplified the sensation of his cock viciously dragging against your walls and the sounds of him fucking you. You were getting lost in the pleasure, your nipples perking up as they dragged across your pinned legs, your body jostling with each thrust of his cock into you.

“I’m your baby, right?” Hyunjin asked, snapping you back into reality. You looked at him with the biggest, most confused eyes, amplifying your helpless state and, in turn, making him groan louder. “I’m your precious little baby right? Your cute little baby that you always make feel so good, right- oh fuck!” His words were almost said teasingly, with a pout on his lips and a cute inflection in his voice. He was mocking you, and it felt degrading in the best way.

“Hyunjinie, ah- oh fuck,” you gasped. “It’s not like that it’s- Ah!” You yelped as you felt Hyunjin get deeper into you. With the switch of his arm placements, he was now holding your legs down behind your knees with a single arm while his other arm roamed free, making him press closer and deeper into yo,. “Hyunjinie I- ah!” You felt a sharp slap to your thigh. The lingering sensation made the tears start streaming prickling your eyes. You looked up at your boyfriend’s glistening face with doe eyes, but his were almost cold if not for the hint of pleasure lingering in them from the hit.

“That’s not my name,” he growled. You looked back, confused, fuelling his aggression. “What’s that name you always call me, hmm? C’mon, y/n, I know you know it. Say it, say it.” Somehow, though he slowed his pace, it only made the pleasure more noticeable, his thrusts becoming more controlled, more precise, harder.

oh fuck, you thought, the name?

You could barely think as his cock dragged all coherent thoughts out of you. You whined and groaned, searching your mind before you became completely lost. Another slap broke you from your trance.

“Say it.” Hyunjin demanded. With the raise of his hand again to your reddening, soft thigh, you finally brought yourself out of the hypnotizing thrusts of his dick.

“Baby!” You whimpered, finally coming back to your sense. “Please, I’ll be good! Just wanna cum, just for my baby” you hiccuped. Suddenly, his eyes went wide, blinking and becoming softer with the lowering of his hand, his hips still keeping a steady pace.

“That’s right, I’m your precious baby, huh?” He teased, picking up the pace of his motions and allowing you to calm down momentarily before you became lost in his rhythms.

“You’re so cute like that. So cute like this. And I’m your baby, so you gotta take care of me, hmm?” he teased, “Take care of me, yeah, take care of your precious ‘Hyunjinnie.’” He still mocked and teased you, but every praise, every sting of mockery, you loved. With sweat pouring out of him, he still managed to pick up his pace, you pressing your eyes shut in response.

“Fuck, but you’re my baby now, huh? You like being like this, don’t you? You like my cock turning you into my own little slut, my own little cocksleeve, hmm?”

“N-no! I’m a good girl! I’m-” you shut up as you felt Hyunjin slap your thigh again .

“No.... Y/n... you’re my little toy. Fuck, you’re almost as cute as when I made you admit it: that you’re perfect, that your pussy is the only one for me. Now, I want you to say that you love my cock, that you love the way your pussy feels around me, that you love me, that you think you’re so fucking cute like this, huh?” Hyunjin’s tone was almost maniacal as he used his spare hand to aggressively rub your clit, making you moan out as your tears poured down your face from the over stimulation.

“Baby, please,” you hiccuped out as your pussy throbbed in pain from the constant pressure Hyunjin was making you endure. Suddenly, you heard a growl erupt from Hyunjin’s lips, so you opened your teary eyes to see the man above you, towering over your crushed form with nothing but desire in his eyes, a carnal nature consuming him.

“Say it.”

Overwhelming neediness overtook you, and you lost all composure.

“Fuck yes, then baby, fuck, yes!” you moaned out, finally responding to him. “I’m perfect! I’m your perfect little pocket pussy who makes you feel so goddamn good. I loved being used by you and being your little slut! Now please, Hyunjin— baby, please let me cum!”

Lost in your words, Hyunjin groaned out as his unbearable place somehow managed to quicken again. Nimble fingers returned to your sensitive, aching clit to viciously rub you as he passionately kissed you. Your moans were lost against his lips, and the building in you became obvious.

“Then come, baby, come all over me,” Hyunjin breathed out, breaking the kiss. With his permission, you finally release yourself as you hit your climax. Relief mixed with overstimulation hit you as your back arched, his dick diving even deeper than before. Hyunjin moan’s out and you feel his cum coat your walls, you juices and his mixing together.

His arms quiver and with a shaky breath he carefully lets himself collapse on you, slipping his dick out so the liquids leak out onto your bed. Panting heavily together, you lay not speaking to one another, your minds trying to catch up with what just happened.

“... baby?” You asked between hot gulps for air.

“Yeah?” Hyunjin responded, face planted in the crevice of your neck and shoulder, barely moving as he tries to compose himself.

“Thank you,” you tell him, slowly rubbing his back while he rubs your trembling, sore legs. Gathering his strength and sitting up on his arms, he looks into your drowsy eyes and pecks your lips.

“No, thank you, y/n,” he mumbles with adoration coating his words. “C’mon, let’s clean you up.”

---

Hyunjin stared at your sleeping form, your chest slowly rising underneath his oversized shirt. Despite the darkness of the room, the lights from the city illuminated your figure, acting as a sort of night-light for Hyunjin. He stared at you, pride and love filling his chest, but also a rising feeling of what could come. Even though he dreaded the possibility of you doubting your beauty or despising your figure again, he did long for the time to show you how much he loved you. To show you that every inch of you was desired, but that only he was allowed to have you.

Hyunjin couldn’t help but to think of all the things he wanted to do with you now that your sex life had begun. He wanted you begging for his cum down your throat, for you to crush his face, to lap up your juices, to fuck yourself with toys all day so you were ready for him as soon as he got home. It sounded so fucking nice, and Hyunjin almost grew hard at the thought but stopped at the ache of his cock. As the wincing pain went away, he glanced back to your peaceful face and smiled.

The idea of “next time” sounded so good.

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cold (m.)

request. soft nsfw scenario with gojo and his s/o on winter ♡

cw. cockwarming, sleepy sex, dom! gojo, “kitten” as a pet name, overstimulation, creampie, slight nipple play, explicit smut

note. sorry for the late request completion, but here it is, thank you for requesting on my milestone event! i’m not sure if this was “soft” enough since i got carried away, but i hope you like it!

Flakes of snow crumpled outside, heaps of stark white outlining the pavement and frosting the green leaves that had now been concealed from view. From outside, you could see the neighbors’ dogs happily chasing one another, their paws sinking from the cold. Smiling to yourself, you buried deeper in the covers and into your main source of heat, who was still snoring softly as he enjoyed his rare day off’s from work.

Twisting to your side, you cupped Satoru’s face, feeling warmth blossom from your chest and onto your palms. He looked so pretty like this – crystal hair and lashes relaxed, dusting just above his eyelids and his glossy lips still moisturized even from the biting cold.

You ran a thumb to his lips, thinking how unfair it was that he looked so ethereal even when asleep.

It was a nice sight to see your boyfriend out from his teacher’s uniform, clad in black sweatpants and an equally dark sweatshirt that now hung low to expose his defined collarbones. Tempting, he was, especially since his arm was lazily draped over the curves of your hips, large, rough hands cupping your ass even if he’s in dreamland. You wondered what he’s thinking about – you, perhaps? hopefully. It would be a shame if he had something else in mind, and in a sudden wave of jealousy, you snuggled closer to him, your head buried in his chest.

From above you, Satoru stirred. His movements were miniscule, unsure, and still sleepy for the first few seconds, until his wandering hands grazed over your skimpy shorts (mostly as an excuse to absorb his warmth skin-to-skin) and onto the plump flesh of your ass.

“Morning,” he croaked out, voice still heavily laced with sleep. “What’re you doing there, kitten?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head and pecked him on the lips, taking the man by surprise, though he didn’t pull away. Both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the moment – with him smiling sleepily at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your legs that are mingled with his, and with you grinning up at him like you were the happiest person in the world. And well, you were. “Baby,” you started, using your most docile tone that you knew always had him weak, accompanied with wide eyes and a puppy pout. “I don’t want to leave bed but we need to eat soon. We’ve been sleeping for like, half a day already.”

Satoru’s cerulean eyes gleamed with mischief. “I think we’ve been doing more than just sleeping and that’s why we can’t leave the bed. You see, my little kitten has unfortunately bound me to the bed with her deceiving nature as a temptress.”

“Stop!” you whacked his chest playfully, your cheeks only burning further with heat the louder he laughed at you.

It was true – the laziness and comfort the cold brought, along with the need to just be impossible close to each other made getting out of bed seem such like a daunting task. If that wasn’t enough, he’d also taken you in different ways, keeping up to his word that he would fuck you on every corner of the house if that was what need be. As a result, your legs ached. Satoru took the liberty to carrying you pretty much everywhere, but it also came with the price that he’d pull your undies down just the next second, stuffing either his fingers or cock deep into your heated cunt.

Satoru effortlessly captured your wrist to stop you from your measly attacks, grabbing you until you were draped all over his body. With your weight on top of his, legs straddled on either sides of his waist, you regarded one another with so much sensations – of adoration, of lust, of need, of love.

Your boyfriend leaned upwards, pressing his forehead to yours until he was close enough to graze your nose against his. “I want you,” he breathed out hotly, his hands already on their way to squeeze your perked ass. “It’s too cold – warm me up?”

“Nasty little bugger,” you teased, but made quick work of shoving his pants down anyway.

Thanks to his teasing and your overall undeniable attraction for your boyfriend, your body felt like it was incessantly burning, but you had a duty to please him, otherwise he’d be whiny and bother you the rest of the day with his neediness. So with a roll of your eyes that was accomplished with faux annoyance, you slipped his cock out of his boxers – unsurprisingly, Satoru was already hard – and slipped him inside your mouth.

Satoru sighed, whispering finally under his breath as he relaxed back on the pillows. You let him stay there, cock hard and throbbing, but he didn’t seem to show any indication he wanted to fuck. After last night’s activities where you accidentally scratched the leather couch open from when he took you from behind, ass cheeks sore and bruised from the roughness of his palm’s impact onto yours, he must be really tired, and your legs still trembled until now.

You settled on your side to make yourself comfortable. Eyes closed and breathing softly, your mouth was the only thing that kept his cock warm. He twitched every now and then, his soft, curled hairs tickling your cheek.

His fingers began to thread your hair for some light patting; silent appreciation for how sweet you were to him. A few minutes passed where the both of you stayed there, almost on the brink of falling back to sleep again from the laxness winter always came with, until Satoru groaned, pushing your head off away from his cock. Blinking up at him, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks in confusion.

Satoru didn’t speak.

He simply pulled you towards him, but twisted your body before you could kiss him. His actions made you huff in disappointment, and your boyfriend chuckling under his breath did nothing to alleviate your protests that you warmed his cock up for him but wouldn’t even let you kiss him.

“Hmm, I just want things to be fair for us,” he hummed against your neck, fingers splayed out over your belly. Satoru’s hands were cold from under his oversized shirt that you wore, and you tried to push him away, though the guy was too stubborn to let go. In your irritation to make yourself comfortable, you failed to register that he was already tugging your shorts aside, groaning deep when the tip of his cock slid over your wet, pussy lips. “Fuck, kitten, no panties? You were really that bare around me the whole night? I bet you’re not wearing a bra too.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Easy to taunt as usual, his cold fingers trailed up from your stomach and onto your erect nipples, which he rolled playfully between his digits. Gasping from the stark contrast of your warm skin on his chilled ones, you ended up falling back on his arm under your head, shivering and clenching your jaw the longer he toyed with them.

His chest reverberated against your back from his laughter. You hated how sexy he sounded even when he wasn’t remotely trying to be tempting.

“You’re so cold.”

“Push me away then,” he smirked onto your hair, leaving little butterfly kisses over your cheeks that he could reach. Scoffing in protest, you cuddled closer to his arm and pushed your ass back to his erection to shut him up. “Oh,” he chuckled, “Did I make my kitten mad?”

“Shut up and put it inside me.”

“Your wish is my command, kitten.”

Your eyes shut tight as he slipped himself inside you, his long cock stretching you so good. Each inch of his cock slid in wonderfully, your walls accommodating and hugging him like he was meant to stay there and only there. The both of you released contented sighs now that he was seated deep inside you, his pelvis flat on the curve of your ass. His hands remained cupping your breasts as he mumbled sweet nothings into the crook of your neck, his body finally warm and your positions comfortable.

You would’ve happily fallen asleep like this – your head on his arm, his body locked around yours so tightly that you felt safe and protected, the curtain of his affection like a midnight lullaby to soothe you into slipping.

Then he started moving.

It started slow at first; slow, experimental thrusts that felt more like he was just wiggling to make himself comfortable. You chided at him for it, but the idiot only chuckled, complaining that you were ‘too tight and suffocating him.’ After telling him he could pull out and be deprived of your heat, he immediately shut up and only hugged you tighter, playfully sinking down his teeth over your neck to snarl, “Never. This little kitty is mine.”

You knew he was teasing you. It was evident from the way he slid in and out in an excruciatingly slow manner, as if trying to see if he could pull out those soft moans from your pretty lips that were wrapped around his cock that was now inside you just seconds ago.

Of course you wanted to moan. Of course you wanted to bask in this pleasure; his dick throbbing inside you, your walls clenching around him that granted you sharp intakes of breath from your rather unbothered boyfriend – but you just didn’t want to. Sure, maybe you were being bratty, but didn’t he love it? Besides, it only urged him to be a little rougher with you, a little meaner, to move a little faster and fuck you a little harder. It didn’t really take much to be reduced into the lovely kitten that mewled and clawed at his wrists.

This was something Satoru knew very well, and it really wasn’t beyond your boyfriend to push you over the edge.

Even with your back turned to him, you could feel his devious smirk hot on your skin, his nimble fingers slipping down to play with your clit. Now that elicited a whimper from you, and his snickers did nothing to alleviate the torturous pleasure he fucked you with.

Satoru kept flicking his fingers side to side until your clit throbbed between his fingers, the little bundle of nerves red and swollen just for his taking. Just as you were losing mind, he pushed your hair away from your neck and dipped his tongue into the shell of your ear, where his masculine groans and restrained pants harmonized beautifully with the little please’s you kept chanting over and over again. His cock was also relentless as he fucked into you, his hips godly into thrusting right at your sweet spot that had you viewing your room white like the snow that padded outside.

“Hnggr – T’Toru, too much—” you gripped at his wrist in an attempt to slow him down a little. He felt too good and too hot; at this pace, you couldn’t guarantee you could prolong your orgasm a little more, and you didn’t want to cum too early. “Baby, I—”

“You’ll take it,” he insisted, the grip he now had on your hips close to bruising. However, there was still that fact that you were his precious kitten that lingered at the back of his mind that prevented him from going too rough to you. The last thing he wanted was to break you, especially when he planned on fucking you until your pussy took in the shape of his cock and he’d fucked you too stupid that you remembered nothing else but his name. “You’re a good kitten, aren’t you? You can take it. Hold on a little longer for me.”

Your moans only turned to spur him on. You lay there limp like a ragdoll as he used you as he pleased, his hips snapping deep into yours until your mouth had fallen open, too shocked and drunken in pleasure to form a coherent thought.

“Feels so good,” your walls tightened around him, fingers laced around his veiny wrist that was still very much planted between your legs.

Satoru ignored the feverish manner of you rubbing your legs together, attacking you and ravishing you however he desired simply because why not. He was everywhere on you – his cock stretching you out and reaching places not even your toys could ever wander, his fingers rubbing and rolling your clit, his tongue and teeth leaving marks on the abused patch of skin on your neck and shoulders the longer he marked his territory with his scent on his signature. Not that he needed to since you would forever be his, but he didn’t want to take the chance.

“Fuck, kitten, so fucking tight for me,” he praised before his other hand gripped your boob, the pleasure too burning and overwhelming that you tipped your head back, knocking back on his chest where his heartbeat jumped and skipped even from underneath his shirt. “Oh, you always make me feel so good, always warming me up, huh?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, now please, I wanna cum,” you whined desperately, catching his lips at the same time his pace increased and made your body tremble. “Satoru,” you cried in between the kiss, hoping that he’d listen to your please this time. “Baby, too much, p-please?”

“Cum for me,” Satoru encouraged, rolling his hips in time with you meeting his cock thrust by thrust. He held onto your boob like it was his lifeline, everything he was doing igniting fireworks to explode within you. With one final, teasing pinch to your engorged clit, Satoru pushed you to the edge and you came around him, hard. The aftershocks of your orgasm were ridden out the longer he fucked himself deep into you, withering down fucked-out mumblings of please, it’s too much left unheard by his ears. Your walls clamped down around his cock the longer he stimulated you, and you were crying around him from the sensations bursting within you, the tears dripping down to his shirt.

Finally, his thrusts grew sloppy – a sign he was close. Satoru stilled his hips inside you, buried to the hilt and his skin flushed hot next to yours before you felt him spill his seed right into your warmth.

The feeling of both your cum dripping out your pussy lips were halted when Satoru pulled one last thrust, shushing you with a kiss when you moaned brokenly from the movement. You panted in his arm afterwards, holding onto his bicep and the sheets for dear life. He refused to pull out as he gathered you into his chest, kissing your tear-stained cheeks and wet lashes with a tenderness so alien to his dominance in bed.

“Shhh, shhh, you’re alright, I got you, kitten,” he soothed, brushing your hair away from your damp skin.

The heat on your bodies were immediately replaced by the biting cold, and you kissed him back once you were settled, sighing into the sweetness of his mouth and everything that was Satoru.

“’Em tired,” you eventually mumbled, too exhausted to bother cleaning up the mess he’d left between your legs.

You were thankful that he hadn’t pulled out yet, otherwise his load would drip further down your thighs and make a mess on the sheets – something you didn’t want to be bothered with.

As if sensing that you needed to be pampered now more than ever, your boyfriend nodded behind you, wiggling his lips one last time to make himself comfortable inside you. His warmth was comforting and more than welcomed, so much so that you momentarily forget his cum was still inside you. Satoru didn’t stop in caressing your skin, rolling the knots of your shoulders until you were growing sleepy before him, legs and bodies in a tangled mess similar brought about by the winter’s result to crave heat. And in the presence of your boyfriend, you were once falling back to into dreamland, but not before Satoru left one last reminder.

“Rest as much as you need, kitten,” Satoru whispered into the hollow of your ear, his tongue poking out to slowly coax you into the blissful lull of slumber. “You’re gonna need it for when I keep fucking you until winter passes.”

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honouredsatoru · 3 years

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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

characters, from left to right. gojo satoru, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, zenin naoya, geto suguru

warnings. implied nsfw. naoya being the a-hole he is (am not sorry for the naoya slander hehe.

notes. im still working on my other wips, so thank you for those who has been patient with me :') lilith luhs you <3

tags : @noritoshiikamo @sasso-oda @tojisveryown @sookyshima @nkogneatho @sirthisisa-wendys @laudthingcat @kotarousgf @megumifushi @fushigurocockslut

gojo : he'll carry you to the bathroom and would spend an hour cleaning yourselves up. adores it when you run your fingers through his hair as he's massaging your thighs, pressing kitten kisses around your waist, admiring his work of art. he would tease you, imitating your moans and whiny voice, saying it's an addictive, beautiful music to his ears. he also loves it, everytime, when you cling to him, telling him that your legs are sore, asking him if it's okay for you to not show up to classes/work the next day. will pester you to wear matching pajamas tho. kisses and cuddles you all night, with kina's get you the moon playing in the background.

nanami : wipes your body with a damp towel and massages your calves because good lord, the things he did to you before left you numb, in a good way. combs your hair, kissing your cheeks and temples, telling you that you did great and how much he loves you. asks if you're okay, constantly kissing your fingers, smiling at you. puts on your soft beige sleeping gown and he wore his brown sweatpants, he wants to match with you. has your head resting on his bare chest as your body intertwined with his, sings a soft lullaby while admiring your sleeping form.

geto : bath time + second round. what? you thought he's done with you? nah. he wants to paint your face white after painting that tight little cunt moments ago. hot steamy shower for nearly an hour before he puts you to bed, wearing his large black t-shirt and your favourite grey shorts. will admire and kiss the love bites spread around your collarbone and neck, pulling you close to his body. whispers "i love you. i will never ever find someone as amazing as you are. sleep tight, lovebug." as you fall asleep.

sukuna : okay. let's say he is being nice. he'd chuckle as you tried to stand up, struggling to go to the bathroom. he then approaches you, picks you up, carries you bridal style. has you on the counter, cleaning your excess slick mixed with his own jizz. look at him smirking at you since you're blushing nonstop. gentle caresses accompanied with kisses all around your tits and shoulders, telling how you belong to him and only he can make you feel this way. dresses you up with that shirt and lace panties he likes. while you passed out due to exhaustion, he's just staring at you with his arms around your body. "what a beautiful, useful mortal" he thought to himself.

naoya : now honestly.. what makes you think naoya = aftercare? the nicest thing he'll do is throw a damp towel at you, telling you to clean yourself up because it was an honour that he considered your pleasure before his. but if you're under his good graces, the least he would do for you is roughly kissing your lips, biting them before guiding you to your bathroom. once you're out of the shower, mans already gone with a note "thanks for the good time. see you never." left on your bed.

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jenomark · 3 years

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➔Pairing: Idol!Jaemin x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Oral (F+M) + Penetration (F) ➔Word count: 2,473

➔Summary: Developing a crush on The Na Jaemin was never in the plan, but when his female co-host ends up late to the set, you step in, in more ways than one.

Anon Requested: Hello - may I request a Dreamie idolverse (idol!reader x your pick, based on who you think fits the best) where they have to interact on camera and there’s a huge tension and buildup, and then when they have a moment alone after, they can’t keep their hands off each other? Thank you! 😊

“You! Girl!” someone called.

Startled, you looked around for the voice to see a very sour looking man gesturing for you to come forward. Clipboard in hand, and an earpiece dangling from his ear, he very impatiently pointed at a spot next to the male co-host.

Na Jaemin looked up from the script in his hand. He looked at you first, how you stood there rooted to the spot in fear. Next, he looked at the man who was seconds away from getting angry with you, and he clapped him on the back.

“Sir,” he said. “There is plenty of time. I'm okay with waiting.”

The man seemed to settle down a bit. When he looked at you a second time, he asked you nicely to stand next to Jaemin, but his eyes made it clear that you better listen.

“To check the lighting,” he added gruffly before disappearing and leaving you and Jaemin alone.

The female co-host was late. Since they needed someone to stand in for her, in order for them to adjust the lighting correctly, and to see how the person next to Jaemin would appear on camera, you were the girl up for the job. Didn’t matter that all you were was a lowly assistant. Didn’t matter that Jaemin was the most handsome man you had ever seen, or that being in close proximity with him meant having to finally address the crush you had on him.

“These lights are hot.” Jaemin said. “After this, you should get into some cool air.”

Oh My God, he is talking to me. A real idol...talking to ME, you thought.

You moved your head a little to the right to show that you were listening. He was right. The lights were very hot, and you could feel yourself sweating underneath the thick sweater you wore. You were going to respond to him, gathering up the courage to do so, but a voice over the loudspeaker announced that the female co-host wouldn’t be there for another half hour.

You looked over at Jaemin. His professionalism allowed him to smile gracefully at the inconvenience. He tucked his script underneath his arm and looked towards the camera. You couldn’t stop staring at him, and you didn’t stop until someone snapped at you to look at the camera, too.

“People here aren’t very nice.” you found yourself saying.

“Not always.” he said.

You could feel him staring at you, but you didn’t dare look at him. The people behind the camera had their eyes on you. You were too scared to act up. It wasn’t until Jaemin touched his fingertips to the inside of your palm that you looked over at him.

“Have you been working here for a long time?” he asked. “I think I remember seeing you a few weeks ago.”

“That was me.” you said, trying your best to forget the time you tripped right in front of him and nearly fell flat on your face. If it wasn’t for the fact that everyone was watching and your pride forced you to catch yourself, you would have embarrassed yourself completely in front of The Na Jaemin.

Your little work crushes never lasted long, but there hadn’t been many people that affected you quite like Jaemin did. He was always so present with the people around him, so jovial and warm. He was kind to the staff. He even paid for the coffee everyone drank one day, the bill too enormous for someone with a job like yours. Sure, he was handsome and everything was perfect, and it was cool that he was an idol, but there was something about him that felt normal to you. Romanticizing him couldn't stop that feeling every time you set your eyes on him.

“Have you fixed your feet since then?” he asked, a smile so radiant and as blinding as the overhead lights on his face.

“Yes.” you said.

Someone else shouted for you to look back at the camera, so you did. Then, someone else thrust a script into your hands, the female co-hosts parts highlighted in yellow.

A rushed voice said, “ Read out all of her parts. We’re not on live, it’s just a run-through.”

While there was no patience for you, or consideration for the job you were meant to be doing, there was a certain importance placed on you when the camera light flickered on and all eyes in the room were on you. There was complete silence. Jaemin smiled beside you, his facial expression urging confidence within you.

So, you began to speak her parts. You read them carefully, before turning to pause for Jaemins parts. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but being beside his calmness made you feel a little more at ease.

Jaemin really was so good at his side job. He spoke with a smooth voice, one that knew exactly how to keep people listening. It was too easy to get lost in his velvety voice, in his handsome face, or in the way he made everyone feel included.

When it was time to cut to the female co-host's parts, Jaemin folded his hands in front of him and turned to you, like what you said was the most interesting piece of information in the room. You began to believe in yourself a little more, delivering the lines like your life depended on them.

You both went back and forth for the whole script, your words and timing running through so perfectly that it felt so natural to you. You began to feel like you were the co-host, not the woman running late. You didn’t know if it was your imagination or not, but the chemistry between you and Jaemin was obvious.

“Cut!” a voice yelled. “That was great. I think we have everything set up. Thank you everyone."

People moved all around the room. The stillness in the air when the camera went on vanished in a pinch. Voices erupted everywhere, and the movement of sound made your head hurt. Someone removed the script from your hands. Someone else came up and told you that you did a good job.

“You did really well.” Jaemin agreed, squatting down so a make-up artist could powder his face. “You’re a natural.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I felt like I stuttered too much.”

“You were perfect.” he winked.

The make-up artist looked at you when Jaemin couldn’t keep his eyes from you. You weren’t paying her any attention, even though her gaze could slice you in half.

“Thank you.” you said, resisting the urge to giggle.

When the make-up artist was finished, Jaemin brought himself back up to full height. You couldn’t remember him being that tall. You felt intoxicated by him. You were drawn in so deeply that you didn’t notice the sour man from earlier asking you why you weren’t getting back to your job.

“Right.” you said. “Sorry.”

Jaemin extended his hand for you to shake. His eyes never left yours. You took his hand and held it, letting him control the way your hands moved together.

“It was nice working with you,” he said.

“Yeah, me too.” you said. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

You let go of his hand and turned to walk away, mentally kicking yourself that you had said that. Before you could pick up your pace, Jaemins voice stopped you in your tracks.

“If you turned around, you could see me right now.”

You found yourself in his arms, leaning against the wall with your mouth on his, and your hands pulling out the shirt tucked into his pants. Jaemin watched you breathlessly, a dangerous smirk on his lips, and his eyes waiting for you to look up into his.

You couldn’t remember following him back into his dressing room, his hand gently pulling you from behind. You looked at the floor the whole time, too scared to meet the eyes of women you felt were more deserving of his attention. He talked to people as he passed, using his politeness to stall the crew a little while longer. His confidence was hard to turn down, even for you.

You wanted to ask yourself what you were doing. Were you crazy? Were you so blinded by him that you would risk everything? And were you really so horny for him that you couldn’t stop touching him??

Jaemin pulled away from you, his clothes haphazardly falling from his body, the half-undressed look too sexy on him to resist. Your lips were swollen and -no doubt- red from his kisses, the soreness resuming when he wasn’t kissing them, as if the act of kissing him was a salve. He plopped on the couch and patted his lap. You came over and sat on him, straddling his lap and using your hand to push his head against the back of the couch so you could kiss him deeply. He tasted irresistible, forbidden.

You tore off your sweater, your skin sticky. Jaemin's hands snaked up your sides, his thumbs moving underneath your bra. He leaned up to kiss you between your cleavage, his hot breath creating moisture on your skin. He pushed the bra up, freeing your breasts, his mouth finding them without issue. You lean back and let him devour you, knowing that if you fall this time, he will catch you.

There was a knock at the door, which Jaemin ignored, with a sigh, the first time. He had removed your bra and watched it dangle on his finger before it hit the floor. He was touching your breasts tenderly, his hands warming up your skin. When the second knock came, you could feel him tense underneath you.

“Who is it? Jaemin asked. You could feel the emotion trapped in his body, the irritation ready to bubble out. Jaemin, if anything, was a great actor. He kept his voice even and cool.

You didn’t know what you were thinking, but you slid from his lap and sat between his legs. You wanted to ease the tension for him. There was a murmur from behind the door, but you couldn’t hear the voice anymore. You unzipped his pants, your earlier mission on your mind. After seeing Jaemin’s cock in the flesh, his still-soft length making its way into your mouth, nothing else mattered at all.

Soon enough, the person on the other side of the locked door didn’t matter to Jaemin. He watched you go at his cock, licking and stroking him like it was your life's purpose. You cared about little else but having him sit in your mouth, his hardness missing the graze of your teeth. You wanted him to come, but he was so frantic with his movements, trying to stave off the orgasm for as long as possible. Before he could finish, he took your chin in his hand softly and brought your mouth up to his for a kiss. It was a distraction, and it worked.

You pushed him back against the couch and lifted up his shirt. He was amused by how eager you were to please him. He helped you remove his shirt, before continuing to watch your mouth lick and suck his body, leaving little bruises all over. Any time you would reach down to stroke his cock or give him another soft lick you knew would drive him wild, Jaemin would hold your hand to get you to stop.

“Not yet.” was all he said.

Jaemin had insisted that you remove all of your clothes. You tore them off like they were an inconvenience. With you naked, he managed to pull you all the way up the couch, until you were hovering over his face, your legs wobbling with fear. Your pussy lowering down onto Jaemin’s face and his hands against your back for support, you felt his tongue pushing your lips aside. The warmth made you suck in your breath and brace your palms against the wall, before you felt the pleasure of his tongue working its way to your clit. He tasted you everywhere, licking and sucking, pulling you down harder against him so that you were nearly suffocating him, eating you out until your legs were shaking so bad that he had to set you down again.

You wanted to make him come like he had made you come, but Jaemin had other plans. He laid you on the couch. He kissed your body, loving on it until you were begging him to be inside of you. He avoided your pussy, and you wondered if it was on purpose, if he wasn’t letting you come a second time. His mouth was on your inner thigh, the unshaved little hairs you could barely see on his face tickling your skin. He was rough with his teeth, even rougher with the way his fingers prodded and poked you. You were so wet, so ready, that you knew if he even breathed in that direction, you would come again.

“We don’t need these.” Jaemin said, ridding himself of his own pants and underwear.

It was chilly in the dressing room, but Jaemin using his body to cover you made you feel hot. His weight made the scene all too real, and you were suddenly transported out of your horny haze and back to where you were and to whom you were with

“Oh my god.” you said, looking up at him.

You could feel his hard cock on the inside of your leg. He kissed your neck. He shifted your leg so that he could get more comfortable between them.

“I haven't done anything yet.” he said quietly.

“This is going to get me fired.” you grinned from ear-to-ear

Jaemin grinned back, his handsome face making you fall silent. He had his hand on his cock and was using it to guide himself inside of you. Feeling all of him there was well worth the way you were treated by other people during the day. Jaemin’s cock erased everything from your mind, his thrusting making you feel a little bit smug that it was you and not anyone else.

With each thrust, you spoke. “Please. Don’t. Stop. I. Don’t. Care. If. Anyone. Walks. In.”

“You want it, you got it.” he said, fucking you good.

Jaemin pushed you further up the couch, until you were almost in a sitting position, your body against the arm rest. He moved up with you on his knees, holding you by your waist and using his muscles to bring your body down onto his cock. During the fun, he managed to grab fistfuls of your hair and hold on tight, while his cock drilled you, until a third knock came on the door.

"I'm coming." Jaemin called, smiling as he was getting ready to do just that.

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bl00dgutsgl0ry · 3 years

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Just a Little Reminder

Pairing - Xiao x Fem!Reader

Warnings - 18+ NSFW SMUT DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR, blood mentions, degradation, VERY SLIGHT dollification (like I mean it’s mentioned maybe ONCE), spitting, face fucking, this is just some nasty** sex man.

Word Count - 2.2k

Other Comments - It’s been so long since I wrote a good smut fic so this was nice and refreshing to write. It’s a break from all the angst you guys have been requesting for some ungodly reason. Anyway hehe enjoy you freaky weirdos.

Xiao’s day could not get any worse. Something happened overnight that caused the gods to curse his day. Nothing was going correctly. He didn’t know why he felt so restless, maybe because he hasn’t seen you in a couple of months. Being an Adeptus had some drawbacks, one of them being that they could never leave Liyue. That didn’t exactly work well with your carefree spirit dragging you all over Teyvat, rightfully earning the title of a Traveler. That meant you left his side for an unknown amount of time, you always came back of course but you leaving never got any easier on Xiao. He was protective of you, and you not being in Liyue where he could secretly keep an eye on you made him anxious. The feeling of anxiety was not something new to Xiao, but it was different from the anxiety he had experience with. He was never anxious over a mortal's safety and well being. It almost made him unnerved how much you had already subconsciously changed in him.

Xiao never really had much need to venture out of Wangshu Inn, so when he did he always wanted to immediately relax on the balcony at the top of the inn he resided in. Some days Verr Goldet would bring him some freshly made almond tofu, when he gratefully accepted once the young woman made it back downstairs. As he was staring out past the railing, he saw a familiar silhouette approaching the inn. Something sparked in him when he saw the way you limped up the stairs of the ground floor towards the elevator. Within seconds, before you could step onto the elevator Xiao grabbed you suddenly jumping back up to the top of the balcony. You squealed quietly, your arms quickly finding their way around Xiao’s slender neck, absentmindedly remembering to avoid the large spikes coming off of one of his shoulders.

Before you could even think, you felt your back land on the soft bed the two of you shared at night. Sure Xiao never really slept much but the sentiment was nice. It also worked for these little moments. Xiao’s sharp canines poked the side of your throat causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.

“Xiao- Hey wait… I just got here.” Your voice a little bit above a whisper as you bashfully looked at the man hovering above of you.

“When you were leaving for this little expedition, you promised me you would return uninjured. Are you really that stupid that you would break such a promise to me? I guess I have to remind you what happens when you make me upset (y/n).” The way Xiao’s voice rumbled low in his chest made warmth bloom in your chest, as everything slowly began to get warmer. Your face was beat red as you felt Xiao’s callused hand grab your cheeks and push your face to the side; giving himself better access to your throat. You once again felt Xiao’s sharp canines graze your throat, alongside his long tongue lapping at the delicate skin. Suddenly a sharp pain shot from your neck as he bit down, immediately licking your blood away, pleasure beginning to bloom from the mark.

Xiao slowly slid down your body, undoing your shoes and tossing them away. After that was done he rose back up, roughly undoing your skirt and pulling it off before once again throwing it away somewhere, much of the same work was done on your top and before you knew it you were left in nothing but your undergarments; while Xiao was fully clothed. Your cheeks got even redder as you felt a little embarrassed, trying to cover your face with your arms. Xiao’s hand shot to grab both of your wrists and slam them onto the bed above your head, a loud growl coming from him.

“Don’t you even dare try and hide your face from me. You are going to face your punishment head on. Oh and don’t even think about making any noise lest you want an even worse punishment.” His sharp gaze softened for a moment, eyes silently making sure you actually wanted to do this. When you gave him a quick small nod his eyes immediately snapped back to the cold harsh glare he wore mere moments before. He began attacking your neck and collarbones with harsh hickies and sore bites. Your breath began to hitch in your throat, as you tried to hold back whimpers of pleasure.

Agonizingly slowly Xiao made his way down your body, leaving bruises and bloody bite marks all the way down. You were shaking from the pure ecstasy coursing through your veins. Xiao ripped your panties with his teeth exposing your most vulnerable spot. The cold air that hits your hot wet lips, causing a shiver to wrack its way through your body, your clit pulsing with excitement. You looked down to see Xiao’s piercing auburn eyes staring back into yours, head so close to your core.

“Don’t you dare cum tonight you filthy whore.” Was all that left his his lips, before his head was shoved between your thighs, his long tongue diving deep into your dripping cunt. Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried to hold back loud moans. You were so desperate and needy from not seeing Xiao for so long. Xiao lifted your legs above his shoulders, hooking both of his arms around your thighs, his hands roughly kneading at the soft flesh; his tongue getting deeper from the new position. Soft muffled moans were beginning to fall from your covered mouth, your free hand trying desperately not to grab at his head, instead gripping the sheeting as tightly as possible. The noises coming from the man below you were obscene, loud slurps and laps being amplified by the otherwise silent room.

Your nerves were on fire, the familiar coil in your stomach beginning to tighten. Despite tightly covering your mouth, your moans were as clear as day. Xiao pulled away from your pussy, lips shining from the slick of your arousal. His hand quickly gripped your wrist and ripped it away from your mouth.

“Stop embarrassing yourself by trying to muffle your moans. If your gonna sound so much like a whore you might as well let it be known that your my whore to all of Liyue.” With that Xiao went back to attack your clit with his tongue, occasionally fucking it in and out of your cunt. Loud moans began falling out of your mouth, almost shocking yourself with how loud you were, and how you couldn’t care less about who heard you; you were flooded with euphoria and oxytocin. Your moans spurred Xiao on as his pace on your clit was relentless, not only that but he had unwound one of his arms and inserted a couple of fingers into you.

You were getting finger fucked and eaten out at the same time, your breathing was beginning to get incredibly labored as your moans rose in pitch and volume. Your free thigh began to tremble against your lover's head as you got closer and closer to the edge; trying desperately to hold yourself back from cumming. Xiao felt the familiar flutter of your walls as you got closer and closer to cumming, and he suddenly pulled them out of you as he halted all actions. You whimpered loudly, thighs shaking desperately yearning for release.

“Xiao please… please Xiao please let me cum… I’m sorry I broke the promise I won't do it again please Xiao.” Your voice was already wrecked and you sounded pitiful as you saw a smirk pull on your lovers lips. He was fucking laughing.

“You are fucking disgusting you know? You are so desperate for me you are making yourself look stupid. You aren’t cumming yet. Now shut up and be my useless little fuck toy hm?” You opened your mouth to beg again, but Xiao shut you up by spitting in your mouth and closing it with his hand; forcing you to swallow. That action shot right down to your clit, and you needed him inside you now.

You opened your leg wide open, hoping that would incentivize him to get on with it already. He knew what you were trying to do and rolled his eyes before standing up and beginning to disrobe. Your eyes were glued to him as his toned pale chest shone with a soft gleam of sweat. Then he began taking his pants off, letting the now loose waistband fall to the ground. Your mouth was basically watering from how horny you were.

Xiao tightly gripped you thighs and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, which caused you to think he was finally going to fuck you; much to your surprise though he straddled your head as he looked down at you expectantly. Xiao’s cock was just one of those that you could only describe as pretty. It was long yet a little slender, and he kept himself well groomed.

You eagerly took his dick in your mouth, trying your best to fit him all the way in; reminding yourself to keep breathing through your nose. Then Xiao started moving, harshly shoving his dick deep into your throat, your nose pressed against his body. Before you could get your bearings of you now deep throating Xiao, he just as harshly pulled out them thrusted back in; beginning to ruthlessly face fuck you. You were desperately trying to maintain your breathing but you just couldn’t with how hard Xiao was fucking into your mouth, so you tried your best to hold your breath and hollow your cheeks; trying and failing to suppress your gags. Xiao loved the choking and gagging sounds you made, his animalistic movements becoming erratic and uneven.

He quickly pulled out of your mouth and fell back to the side of you before he came, not wanting to cum just yet. You coughed as you took in loud gulps of air, before attempting to even your breathing out. Xiao maneuvered your body and flipped you onto your stomach, hand coming down to rub your ass. You felt Xiao line up the tip of his dick to your entrance. You whimpered and wiggled your hips, and suddenly felt that same hand that was just gingerly rubbing your ass, come down and smack hard against it. You yelped and gasped at the sudden pain and pleasure that shot through you. Then while you were still in shock he shoved himself deep inside of you, ripping a pornstar-esque moan from your throat. Xiao groaned low in his chest, struggling to see straight from how tight you were.

“You’re so fucking tight (y/n) relax you slut.” Despite his words, Xiao was pistoning in and out of you at an ungodly speed, your moans unabashedly flowing throughout the inn. Loud grunts could be heard coming from behind you as Xiao kept fucking your brains out. You were so blissed out, eyes rolled into the back of your head, and tongue lolling out of your mouth. Your mind was so clouded, as tears fell from your eyes. There was some twisted part of Xiao that relished in seeing you cry, you just looked so pretty and wrecked. He knew you were gone when all that would come from you were calls of his names and incoherent babbling.

Both of you were reaching your limits, and you were reaching them fast. Blaring white hot pleasure filled yours and Xiao’s senses, overwhelming the both of you as you came. You wall clamping around Xiao forcing a loud snarl to come from behind you felt a final sharp bite on the back of your shoulder.

Xiao stayed in you, rocking his hips lightly; gently letting the both of you ride out the rest of your highs. After that he pulls out before walking into the bathroom and running a rag under some warm water and cleaning himself off. He grabs another clean rag to dampen and come back over to your crumpled form, your mind still foggy and completely blissed out. Xiao gently cleans you up and tucks you into bed, before grabbing a glass of water for you and setting it on your side table. He then slinks into bed next to you and pulls you close to him. He’ll take a look at your “injuries” in the morning.

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queen-of-the-vampires · 3 years

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Don’t Mess With The Queen

Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x Hybrid!Reader

Word count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none

Request by anonymous: Could u do a imagine where the reader is friends with the mystic falls gang and is a werewolf and finds out that she and klaus r mates?

Summary: People who you want to call your friends are planning on killing the love of your life. It’s your job to show them who’s really the boss.

Author’s Note: This is a female!reader. I did change this request a tad, but I hope you like it! I haven’t written for TVD in a while now, so please bear with me on this. After asking a few people, I have decided to end this on a fluffy note. I did write an angsty alternate ending, but I don’t know if the anon who requested wanted that or not.

No one knows why you’re really here. They all think you’re their friend, so they feel comfortable disclosing their plan right in front of you. You want to be friends with them because they seem like genuinely nice people, but they are so fueled by rage and revenge that they’ll do anything to get it… even plotting against your mate, your sire, the love of your life.

Stefan and Damon have spent their entire life fighting each other and putting their noses in places where it doesn’t belong. Elena and Caroline have always been the people who want to fix others, to make them better even if there is nothing wrong with them. Bonnie is always stuck in the middle of everyone’s problems, putting herself and others in danger for no reason.

“So, what’s the plan here?” Elena asks, taking out the last bit of weapons she has stashed in the Boarding House.

“First thing we need to do is pick a location. When is Klaus most vulnerable?” Stefan asks.

“Yeah, the last time we did that, Elijah betrayed us. That moonrock or whatever was our only chance to get him at his weakest.”

“You were one of Klaus’ bitches. What do you think?” Damon asks and turns to you.

“What?” you ask, pulling back from your own thoughts.

“You spent over two years sired to him before Tyler saved you. You must know things that can help here,” Elena says.

What she says is true. You were sired to Klaus for two years, but not in the way they believe. You were sired to him in the beginning when you were first turned by Klaus’ mother. You were a werewolf that was in the same village as Klaus and his family. You two became fast friends, always leaning on each other whenever his abusive father and your abusive mother decided to make you two their toys.

Everything was going fine until one of your own decided to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. There was a family friend of Esther, Tatia, that she used her blood in a spell that would make them the Original vampires. Klaus wanted you to have the same thing, so without his parents knowing, he gave you some of that wine. You were the first-ever turned hybrid that came from a spell.

You and Klaus have spent every moment together ever since. What the gang of Mystic Falls doesn’t know is just how old you are. They think you were just another hybrid that he made with Elena’s blood, stuck with him against your will. Tyler found your pack in the mountains and proceeded to unsire every single one of Klaus’ hybrids. When Tyler got to you, that’s when you started to catch onto what he was doing.

If Tyler wanted to desperately to save you, then you were going to act like you wanted to be saved. You came to Mystic Falls and befriended the vampires in the town. Now, they all think that you hate Klaus as much as they do when really, you’re just as in love with him as you were when you first met him.

“He really liked hiding out in the woods, though, they’re usually on werewolf territory, so good luck trying to get there. It’s probably why you can never find him. The werewolves will get to you before he does. He hears chatter in the wind and he moves to another pack site.”

“That’s smart,” Caroline comments.

“Yeah, so you’re not going to find him there.”

“Guys, we need to figure out something, or else more people are going to get hurt,” Elena says. Sometimes, you really want to kill her so you don’t have to hear her speak. “Klaus needs to die.”

Hearing them talk about killing the love of your life enrages you a little bit. You could take every single person in here without breaking a sweat, but you don’t turn to violence just yet. You take out your phone to let Klaus know exactly what they’re planning. You’d be a bad girlfriend if you let them attack without warning him.

They’re planning on killing you, my love.

It’s cute if they think they can.

They seem hell-bent on figuring it out.

I’m not afraid of them if that’s what you’re worried about. They can’t hurt me even with their best player.

I’m worried someone is going to get very hurt. What should I tell them?

Tell them where I am. Let them come. If it’s a war they want, I’m only happy to provide.

Are you sure?

I’m always sure, love.

You put your phone away and look at the small group, getting up to join the elite circle.

“I do know where Klaus lives.”

“That would have been nice to know a little earlier, don’t you think?” Damon sneers.

“Damon, don’t,” Stefan butts in. “Where is he?”

“New Orleans. That place is crawling with witches and vampires, but he and his family are stationed there.”

“How do you know this?”

“Because he took me there once. The witches will know once you arrive, but most of them are scared of Klaus anyway that they’ll help you blend in. Everyone from that town knows the Mikaelsons are royalty, but their castle doesn’t have a lot of guards protecting it. If you want to get to him, that’s where you want to do it.”

“How do you know all of this? This seems awfully suspicious for someone who isn’t sired to him anymore.”

“He still thinks I am. He’ll call me every day and ask for something. He figures if he has a hybrid in another state that I can do his dirty work for him elsewhere. You want to get Klaus? That’s how you’re going to do it.”

“She does have a point. Better to take this fight to his turf than ours. He’s more comfortable there,” Stefan points out.

Now that they know a location, it didn’t take long for them to come up with a plan of attack. Of course, you told everything to Klaus as soon as you were on the plane to get to New Orleans. He told you not to worry about a thing because he’ll plan a little something for their arrival.

No one messes with the King and his Queen.

When you land in New Orleans, the gang is eager to carry out their plan of attack. Just like you said, the town is crawling with witches who sense you the minute you landed. Every single witch knows you by heart, so they’re confused why you’re with them and not with Klaus. Your love must have only told them the basic information instead of what was really going on.

“Okay, where is this son of a bitch?” Damon asks.

“The French Quarter is where he likes to hang out. You’ll want to start there. Caroline and Elena will blend in more since they’ve never been here, but you two might stick out like a sore thumb. Just be prepared. If anything, I know these guys so let me do the talking.” You pause right in front of the group and turn to Bonnie. “And Bonnie? These guys know you’re a Bennett witch. Try not to do magic unless absolutely necessary. Klaus has a thing with witches.”

You lead the group into the French Quarter while keeping your head down to avoid conflict. The group follows your lead until you reach the middle of the place you call home.

“Stay here,” you say and leave the group on your own.

You approach the small bar within the Quarter, and lean over the counter a tad, looking at the bartender.

“Is Klaus here?”

“I’m right here,” you hear your lover’s voice. You and the Mystic Falls gang turn to see him standing in one of the many doorways that enter the French Quarter. “I hear you’re looking for me?”

“Where in the world did you hear that?” Damon asks, giving you a side glare. You step away from the group and speed over to Klaus, standing just a tad behind him. He smirks and doesn’t break eye contact with the older brother. “Traitor.”

“It isn’t a betrayal if I was never on your side to begin with,” you state.

“What are you doing? You’re not sired to him anymore,” Stefan tries to appeal to you.

“My sire bond wore off in the tenth century. I’m a lot older than you think I am. I really did want to be your friend, but you’re all so driven by rage and revenge that you can’t leave us alone until we’re fixed to the standards set by you. Next time you plan to kill someone, you should think twice about who you let into your home.”

“We should get going,” Elena whispers.

“Always the level-headed one, Elena. Too bad you can’t,” Klaus grins.

Stefan and Damon try to leave using their vampire speed, but they are blocked by the spell put there from the witches in this town. It’s like a big spell to trap the four vampires and the one witch inside. Caroline steps into the sun and immediately screams in pain, seeking the shade to calm her burning skin.

“My daylight ring isn’t working.”

“Yes, you’re all trapped here. For how long is still yet to be determined. Welcome to the French Quarter ladies and gentlemen,” Klaus chuckles.

“I can’t use my magic,” Bonnie panics.

“The next time you even think about going after Klaus, I won’t be so nice,” you say.

Klaus wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, whispering something into your ear.

“Pardon us, we have other business to tend to.”

Klaus leads you away from the group, and only when you two are alone, does he turn you so that you’re facing him.

“You can relax, Klaus, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I am alive.”

“I can take care of myself, love,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, but isn’t it better when I do it?”

“Tenfold.”

“Always and forever, my love,” you whisper.

You lean in and press your lips to his, showing him just how much you love him.

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hannahhasnofriends · 3 years

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happier | dream

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summary: based off the song happier by olivia rodrigo!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: angst, break ups, this is just fucking sad lmao, real names are used (srry not srry)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i love olivia rodrigos new album i literally have not listened to anything else since it came out omfg😎 also i think i like this fic?? idk gimme some thoughts n feedback :)

We broke up a month ago Your friends are mine, you know I know You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?

"Hey guys! I've missed you all so much." I hug Sapnap tightly and move on to the next person I was greeting.

A "reunion" we were calling it, it'd been a year since the SMP ended and everyone wanted to get into touch again. It was bittersweet seeing everyone , it seemed like we'd grown up so much since then. Hell, I know I have.

"Hey darling, " I turn and see Niki, I missed her so much. We were the first female streamers on the SMP, she'd been my best friend. "How are you?"

"I'm good, really." I could see the sympathy in her eyes. I pretended not to notice when everyone did a double take when I walked into the room, they really thought I wasn't going to come today.

"That's good, I've missed you." She had a tight smile on her face. "You know he's coming today, right?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, I knew someone was going to ask. It was fine, I had prepared myself for the questions and stares. It'd been 6 months, half a year, 6 damn full moons since we'd ended. We share the same friends, it was hard knowing they were going to pick sides, we both knew it wasn't going to be mine.

"Clay? Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we've both moved on. We're adults and I don't need to hide from him. We're friends!" I was lying through my fucking teeth. I saw his instagram posts, the subtweets, and everything else that had her named burned into it.

"Ok, I just wanted to check in. I know we all took the erm- break-up pretty hard." Her eyes avoided mine but I know she truly meant well by everything she was saying. "Anyway, I'm going to say hi to a few others. I really want us to talk more, ok?"

She squeezed my arm as she was walking off, I nodded my head even though I probably wouldn't be able to bring myself to message her after this.

I took a deep breath and eyed my other company. I was sticking out like a sore thumb, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. Honestly, it'd probably be best to make a cowardly dash before he showed up.

Just as I'd made up my mind, I saw it. The main doors opened and there they were. Well. Too damn late for that.

He was as tall and gorgeous as he was 6 months ago and she was stunningly perched on his arm. The worst part wasn't how goddamn good they looked, it was how you could just tell they were right. You could simply glance in their direction and tell she was nice and kind and he was completely devoted to her.

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Just like that, all the air in the room had been sucked out. I was doomed.

As he made his way around the room, his eyes finally found mine. His smile faltered and I could tell he was taken aback. I averted my eyes quickly, this was so stupid.

“Y/n! Hi!” I jumped as I heard his voice, sneaky little bastard. I forced my best smile on my face as I turned to face them. She was standing next to him, still arm in arm but she stayed silent.

“Hey! How’s it going.” I pressed my lips together, he seemed so… ok? His eyes no longer had those dark circles and the cuts on his knuckles look healed.

“I’m good! How about you?” He tilts his head, curious.

“I’m doing good, too. Pretty busy, but you know.” I nodded along to what I said, it wasn’t a complete lie.

Abruptly, she clears her throat and side eyes Clay, obviously wanting something. “Oh, right! This is Grace.”

“Hi, I’ve heard great things about you.” She smiles so warmly, she seems so great. I could feel the jealously sinking into my skin, it was suffocating.

“Hello, it’s really nice to meet you.” This time I really was lying. But I couldn’t tell her the truth. How I couldn’t let her boyfriend go.

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean Remember when I believed You meant it when you said it first to me? And now I'm pickin' her apart Like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart But she's beautiful, she looks kind She probably gives you butterflies

She kept up the small talk with me. I learned she was an artist and slightly older than him. She taught art to kids on the weekends and her parents were still married. She even volunteered to help me move.

I noticed the rings she wore and thought about whether he gave them to her. If he gave her the same gifts he gave me. Maybe she knew too. Maybe she knew he took her to the same places we went. Did the same things, laughed at the same jokes. I hope she did.

But the conversation continued, and I kept searching for a flaw. Something to make him realize she wasn’t meant for him. Something I could point out and have my aha moment.

But she was perfect. And I had nothing that would make him pick me instead of her.

I wish you all the best, really Say you love her, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The music picked up again and they excused themselves to the dance floor. It was a sappy, corny love song. It fit them perfectly. I could see him whisper in her ear and rock her back forth to the beat. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

As they swayed, I was hoping he was thinking of me. I hoped he would drop her right then and there and grab my hand and lead me out of this mess. I hoped he would lock eyes with me and pretend none of this happened. I hoped they weren't as happy as they looked.

I hope you're happy Just not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

As I watched them, I swear every memory we shared came fleeting into my mind. Every smile, every laugh, every fight, everything. The way he’d let me wear his sunglasses in the car and the time we danced in the rain and we’re sick for days after.

As I watched them I wondered wether they were truly happy together. If he was in love, if he loved her more than he loved me. If he ever thought of me when he was with her.

I wonder if he watched me as I left.

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neoheros · 3 years

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moving in — seijoh 4 x gn! reader

it’s been exactly two weeks since you’ve made the decision of moving in with your best friends, and so far, everything’s been a bit better than you expected.

when the idea was first pitched to you, you admit, you thought it was a very poorly written out joke shared over a few beers and the pitiful nostalgia of graduating— you were wrong.

they were alarmingly serious about this.

“just a few months ‘til we all head off for college.” hanamaki told you, his arm casually over your shoulder and you’ve known him long enough to know that pushing him off is futile.

“then do it without me.” you said, a lazy smile on your face as you continued to walk. “i’ll visit literally every day.”

“no, you won’t,” matsukawa said, his words laced with a soft chuckle, “you don’t ever go anywhere without being physically dragged off.”

“you don’t understand,” you smiled, “i have such a lovely room.”

iwaizumi fell next to you, his voice blunt, “you can have the biggest room.”

“that’s not entirely better.” you shrugged.

“at least think about it,” oikawa told you, his charming smile coating his tone and you found a bit of warmth in the reserved gaze you realize he only had for you, “for me.”

“as if that’s the selling point, shittykawa!”

“i am always the selling point, iwa-chan!”

you ignored their usual banter, moving away from the four as you quickened your steps and you sighed. “i’ll think about it.”

you don’t miss the shared grins they all give each other, knowing you well enough to understand that they’ve successfully wore you down and before you knew it, you were signing a lease to a four bedroom loft that you were lucky enough to afford.

it didn’t feel weird or anything, you’ve known these guys since forever and more, really the only problem you’ve had with this was the fact that you knew how much of a slob they’d all be to live with — not that you were any better — but hey, surely you were neater than four sweaty athletes.

which brings you to where you are now; just a few weeks after graduating from aoba johsai and barely even a few days since getting comfortable in your new temporary apartment.

you figured it was better than you expected.

hanamaki’s nice to keep around. he’s almost always just lounging in front of the tv, sometimes a controller in his hands, most of the time, his fingers running through his short trimmed hair as he shifts over numerous college application essays.

you’ve found yourself waking up at three am a few times to get yourself a cup of water only to see him to have fallen asleep on the coffee table with folders and envelopes around him.

sometimes you’d sit with him, sometimes you’d wake him up to help him trudge to his bed. either way, he’d always end up pulling your head close, giving you a quick kiss on the temple as he sleepily mumbles something along the lines of “thank you” or “good night”.

iwaizumi’s somewhat the same; buried in college prep and sorting through plane tickets as he made the ever so impressive decision to take his future abroad. you’d told him numerous times how proud he made you and he’d always give you back the warm grin he seemed to have reserved just for you.

he isn’t the last one you see off to bed, but he’s always the first to get up in the morning. no matter what time you wake up, he’s already there in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee (much to your dismay since his blend is a tad bit bitter to your liking but you’ve never had the heart to tell him that).

(though truth be told, ever since iwaizumi found out you woke up at the crack of dawn, he’d begrudgingly fallen into the habit of waking up before you just so he could make you coffee before seeing you off for the day.

he hates waking up that early.

but he does like the smile you give him when you walk out the door.)

you spend the most time with matsukawa. his schedule was freer than the rest of the boys so if you ever needed to go anywhere, he’d already be there to insist that he came with you.

he’d pick you up from your day job, a lazy grin encasing his face the minute he sees you from the car window— you looked tired, worn out from the ruthless retail, and though he couldn’t say that to your face, he sure is glad he’d have an excuse to take you for coffee before heading home.

oikawa’s the busiest. his taxing schedule now so much worse after his decision to go to argentina. (you told him you’d miss him, he told you you didn’t have to, and begged you to try and fit in his luggage.) all that aside, you barely got to see him; you’d wake up finding him already gone for the day, and come home to him passed out on the couch.

some nights he’d come home later than you, too tired to know which is left or right, and more than once, he’d end up in your room, clocking out the second he crashes on your bed.

you don’t push him off, you never had the heart to. you missed him. not that you’d ever say it to his face, but he hasn’t even left for college and you were already missing him.

it’s a sunday morning— one of the few times a week all of you had a free day, and normally you’d all just end up sleeping in, most days you’d get up and enjoy breakfast with the other four, but when the bed felt too warm and too peaceful, you’d rather just waste the day away in your room.

a pair of arms pull you out of your sleep, your head softly falling against someone’s chest and you blink— you went to bed alone last night.

“what the hell, shittykawa!” you yell, sitting up and pushing him off of you.

oikawa groans, having just been brutally woken up, he pouts, “... you spend too much time with iwa-chan, you sound exactly like him.”

“go sleep in your own room!”

“but — you have the softest bed!”

“no?” matsukawa says, leaning on your door frame looking like he’d just woken up. his voice is groggy, almost annoyed, “i have the softest bed.”

oikawa pushes you away, ignoring your groans as he laid back on your mattress and he says, smile wide, “that’s not true— feel this.”

matsukawa narrows his eyes, walking up to him without even acknowledging your constant complaints of ‘no! do not feel this, go away!’

he sits on the edge of your bed, taking a second before falling on his back and taking in your white comforters.

“what the fuck?” he says, “what the hell, why do you have the softest bed?”

“because i’m me.” you tell them both, rolling your eyes as you realize that you probably won’t be getting your bed back anytime soon.

hanamaki walks in barely a moment later, his hand tiredly rubbing his left eye as he yawns away the last of his sleep.

he blinks, unsure what to make out of the scene in front of him. matsukawa and oikawa pulled on your duvet, pushing each other off every second as they fought on who got a bigger part of the blanket, and you, well — you had your head propped up on your headboard, muttering under your breath as you tried to push the two off your mattress.

“what’s going on?” he asks, a smile already forming on his face as he recognized the early morning chatter.

you look up, eyes brightening at the sight of hanamaki, he was going to help you.

“makki! my love!” you yelped, “get them out of my room, please.”

“no. makki will not.” matsukawa grins, “did you know this is the softest bed in the apartment?”

hanamaki frowns, “i have the softest bed in the apartment.”

oikawa grins, “feel this!”

you take it back. oikawa tooru might not make it to argentina after all, not when you were going to kill him in cold blood after this.

before you could even protest, oikawa pushes you more to the side, clearing some space for hanamaki who (so traitorously) plopped down on his side beside you.

“what the fuck,” he says, eyes widening as he moved around for a more comfortable position.

matsukawa nods, “that’s what i said too.”

“why do you have the softest bed?” oikawa groans, “we’re the ones who play volleyball— we’re basically sore all the time.”

you blink, “i was sleeping.”

they ignore you.

“you want the bed?” you ask, getting up from your mattress, and you glare. “fine. keep it.”

“wait, we were just joki—”

you ignore what they were going to say, slamming your door on your way out, and you curse under your breath every step of the way to the room right across from yours.

iwaizumi’s room. somewhere cold, peaceful, quiet. you ought to remind him to keep his door locked, but right now, as you stood by his doorway, drowsy and almost desperate to go back to sleep, you’re thankful he doesn’t.

you don’t say another word, walking directly up to his bedside and plopping down on the open space next to him.

he stirs, and you take his movement with a sigh.

“move.” you tell him, a pillow in hand and he looks up at you with sleep plastered on his face.

iwaizumi does as you say, moving deeper into his side and he yawns, “what’re you doing?”

“we are going to sleep.” you tell him, snuggling deeper in his covers as you got yourself comfortable.

you look at him, “unless you want to join those three idiots outside.”

iwaizumi ignores the warmth coming up on his face, pushing his pulsing heart aside, he shrugs, throwing an arm over you, and he mutters, “not even gonna ask what happened.”

(you fall back asleep quick after that, but that doesn’t last long as iwaizumi’s door opens again, oikawa going on and on with complaints about how iwaizumi was obviously your favorite, matsukawa barely caring as he pushes past him and just crashes in between you both and hanamaki declaring a dog pile as he so ruthlessly jumps on top of you.

it was horrible.

you wouldn’t have it any other way with them.)

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drcalmreid · 3 years

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pretend - s.r.

pairing: spencer x female!reader

summary: angst/fluff - you and spencer are forced to go undercover together as a couple...weeks after you broke up

content warning: female unsub with female and male victims (tw: female unsub, female and male victims, drugging, murder, relationship issues/breakup, arguing) please feel free to let me know if I missed any others :)

word count: 2.7k

authors notes: “—” indicates a flashback; also this is my entry for @railmereid��’s 2.0k writing challenge! (congrats!!) I hope you all like it and good luck to anyone else who enters! xx

gif credit: @prettyboyspence

YOUR POV

“You guys sure you’re okay with this?” Preteniss asks, while securing my microphone wire. I nod hesitantly, and give her a weak smile. She glances up at Reid who stands to my right, Rossi attaching his wire to his undershirt. Spencer smiles his classic tight-lipped grin and nods too. Four female victims have been found near Washington D.C., three of them being in relationships with wealthy men. All of the women’s boyfriends are also missing and have not been heard from since the women disappeared weeks before. All four of the victims were last seen at a local restaurant with their partners in the days prior. Rossi suggested Reid and I go undercover to see if we could find any new leads or even catch the unsub in the act. As partners, we have gone undercover a handful of times. As boyfriend-girlfriend, we were practically forced to go for any case that required it (Prentiss insisted it was only because we were the most natural ones to play a couple...but, I don’t buy it, I think the team liked the idea of forcing Reid out of his comfort zone). As exes, this would be a first…

“Alright,” Rossi pats Reid’s chest. “You guys look good, now let’s go get this son of a bitch”.

—

“Spencer, you’re being ridiculous.” I say dropping my go-bag on his leather couch. I turn on my heels and watch Spencer close his apartment door behind him.

“I’m ridiculous? y/n, you could have been shot!” Spencer says, grabbing his face.

“Yeah, Spencer. That's our job. You can’t expect me to not do my job because it makes you uncomfortable.”

Spencer laughs ironically and leaves his satchel on his desk, knocking over a stack of books in the process. He says nothing and disappears into his bedroom. “Spencer, c’mon,” I say following him towards the bedroom and he shuts the door before I even get there. “Spencer!” I yell, pounding my fist on the wooden door, but there’s no answer.

—

Spencer and I step out of the SUV into the cold Virginia night and instinctively I loop my arm with his. Spencer stiffens under my touch and I glance up at him through my lashes. He nods gently and I rest my head on his shoulder...just to sell it, even though I truly just missed his warmth. The cold wind bites at my legs exposed under my dress, I shudder against the cold and Spencer readjusts his arm and wraps my shoulders in his embrace. I blush and my heart begins to race. Our steps continue down the sidewalk, towards the restaurant in question.

Spencer places his free hand over my torso and muffles my wire, I glance up at him raising an eyebrow. “Do you think they know?” He whispers.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” I mumble back. “You didn’t want to, remember?”

Spencer coughs slightly and releases his grip on my microphone.

“Nice one Reid, next time you want to flirt with your girlfriend you don’t have to mute yourselves,” Prentiss chirps in our earpieces.

“Right, sorry,” Reid says, flustered.

“Baby, where are we going?” I ask and Spencer smiles. He used to love when I used this pet name for him, but now it hurts me too much to even think about.

“It’s a surprise.”

—

I wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and my back is pressed up against the wall. I had fallen asleep propped up against the wall next to the bedroom door, hoping Spencer would open it. Typically one of us ends up sleeping in the living room before giving in and crawling into bed with the other. Apologizes are mumbled between us and we fall asleep to the sound of each other's heartbeats. Usually when we argue it’s like a tornado: fast, centered around one thing, and usually caused by one of us spinning out of control….but this fight, I could sense it would be more like an Earthquake: seemingly from nowhere, groundbreaking, and dividing the land that was once so stable.

“You’re up,” Spencer says standing in the entryway of the kitchen.

“Yeah,” I say while standing from the floor, cracking all my joints in the process.

“I made coffee.” Spencer says as if it is more of a comment than an offer.

“I smelt.”

“So we’re really gonna do this?” Spencer asks, even though we both know it’s not a question. He sits down at the kitchen table and rests his mug down. I follow him inside the small kitchen nook and lean against the counter.

“Looks like it.”

—

Spencer and I sit down across from one another at a circular table with a booth curving around one side. The restaurant is dimly lit, candles flickering on the tables, red silk table cloths covering the tables, and well-dressed waiters and waitresses attend to each of the guests. It reminds me of the restaurant that we went to for our first anniversary, and I know it reminds Spencer too. He keeps his eyes down, glued to the table and barely looks up at me as I try to make conversation.

“This restaurant is beautiful,” I say, flashing my best smile. “I’m glad I dressed up. You remember this dress? I haven’t worn it in forever.”

Spencer clears his throat and finally looks up, “of course I do, baby.” My heart practically jumps to my throat. “You wore it on our first date.”

“Yeah, I did” I look down at the simple, black lace dress I have on and play with the seam. Our waitress approaches the table just as Spencer is about to speak up again.

“Good evening, I’m Lydia and I will be your waitress tonight, can I get you started with our wine-”

“No,” Spencer cuts off the waitress in the middle of her rehearsed speech.

“Spence,” I shoot him a look across the table. I smile at the waitress, “We’ll both just have water, thank you.”

“Okay,” Prentiss speaks to both of us through our earpieces. “If we are right, the unsub should approach your table and try to initiate a fight between the two of you. Think you can manage that?”

“Oh, we can manage.” I say glancing up at Spencer, who’s already staring at me from the other end of the dining table.

—

“No, y/n you don’t get it, do you? God, you’re so stubborn. I can’t watch you get hurt! It will kill me, don’t you understand that?” Spencer yells, pacing around the small kitchen.

“Spencer,” I reach out for him, but he brushes past me. “Of course I get it…but it’s my job. I don’t know what you want me to do. You, of all people, know what this job requires. I can’t just not go on missions because my boyfriend doesn’t want me hurt. How do you think I feel when you go on cases without me?”

“That’s not the point,” Spencer yells, running his hands through his hair. “You went into the unsub’s house, alone-”

“You were there,” I suggest, leaning towards him.

“Outside y/n,” Spencer spits, his word laced with venom. “You were unharmed, unprotected, and out of reach! What if something happened?”

“Well,” I say rubbing the sides of my arms. “Nothing did.”

“I can’t keep doing this,” Spencer says sitting down again at the kitchen table. “I can’t, y/n.”

“What- what are you saying?”

“We can’t be together if all we do is worry about each other,” Spencer looks up from his empty mug to meet my eyeline. “It isn’t healthy.”

“So, you’re breaking up with me? This is really happening?” I ask, tears welling in my eyes.

“This isn’t healthy anymore, and you know it just as much as I do.” Spencer says, pain stinging more and more with each word.

I scoff at his words and actually feel myself begin to laugh at the obscurity of the situation. Dr. Spencer Reid, the only who willingly gives himself up to unsubs countless times, can’t handle it when his girlfriend does it once. A chuckle escapes me and I swing my hand across my mouth trying to muffle the sound. “Are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry, Spencer,” I say as the laughter intensifies. “But this is fucking ridiclous. I always thought if we ever broke up it’d be because one of us got murdered, not because we arrested one.”

—

“Excuse me,” a blonde woman interrupts, standing near our table. “Sorry to interrupt, I just love your tie. It really brings out your eyes.”

“Thank you,” Spencer smirks and glances at me. “She hates it, always thinks it makes me look like a stock broker.”

“Accountant,” I correct, taking a sip of my water.

“Sorry, an accountant,” Spencer says and smiles at the blonde.

“Seems like I brought up a sore subject, sorry- uh, have a nice night.”

“Morgan,” Prentiss whispers through our headsets. “Keep eyes on her.” Morgan and Tara sit just across the restaurant at the bar, with eyes on the entrance and exit points.

“She's sitting back down at the bar, I’ve got her.”

“We’re going to need more guys, we gotta get her moving,” Prentiss orders and I nod while setting my glass down.

“You know,” I say leaning forward, chest pressing to the table. “You only ever take me out when there’s something you need to talk to me about...so talk.”

“I- I just,” Spencer mumbles. “I know we haven’t talked much since,” he looks up at me and lets out a big sigh.

“What? Since you belittled me? Made me feel like I couldn’t do my job? Then?” I ask, running my fingers across the table, letting them rest just a few centimeters from his.

“y/n,” Spencer says, dragging out my name. He sits back in the booth and presses his back to the leather seat. “I never belittled you.”

“Sure felt like it,” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“You are so stubborn, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” I roll my eyes at him. My mind starts to wander back to the night that sunk our ship. The same points being repeated over and over, neither one of us backing down or admitting fault.

“I just wanted to protect you, I can’t see you get hurt.” Spencer says, his eyes glossed over and lip quivering.

“When you said you couldn’t do this anymore, was that to protect me, or you? Because based on what we’re doing tonight...seems like it didn’t work out for either of us.” I say standing up from the table.

“y/n-” Spencer starts.

“She’s on the move,” Morgan cuts into our earpieces.

“This was never about me was it? It was all just to protect you, and I fucking believed it.” I say, as the realization hits me. Tears sting my eyes and I choke the words out, “You never cared about losing me, all you cared about was how you would feel if you lost me.”

“y/n, please.” Spencer stands from the table and reaches for me. I shake my head at him and step back.

“Don’t touch me,” I say backing away from his touch, even though I want nothing more than to fall into it. I turn quickly and walk right into the blonde again. “Excuse me.”

The next moments run through my mind like a blur.

The blonde sat down with Spencer, ever so elegantly slipping a pill into his drink before Morgan and Tara were onto her, cuffs snuggly placed around her wrists. She didn’t resist, didn’t ask for a lawyer, she just smiled and asked if her ex-boyfriend would know she was arrested. Even though I tried my best to stop crying, my tears kept streaming down my face and neck. I gave up on wiping my cheeks, just letting the mascara stain my skin. The car ride with Reid, Morgan, Lewis, and myself is eerily quiet, no one wanting to say the first word… or address the sobbing undercover agent in the passenger seat.

“Good job you two, if you keep bringing in unsubs like this, we’re going to have to put you in the field more often. And that fight? Felt like you two we’re really in it,” Emily says and I flash her a quick smile. Spencer and I are at our respective desks, shoving case files into our suitcases in silence. We haven’t spoken since the restaurant and honestly I don’t know if I’m even ready to yet. “Anyway, have a nice night.” She smiles back at us while passing through the bullpen before heading out the doors.

“Thanks, Em. Goodnight,” I smile again as she exits, leaving just Spencer and I in the empty BAU office. I quietly grab my things and walk around my desk, heels in my hand, focused on the door.

“Y/n,” Spencer calls after me, just as I pass his desk, “please, wait.” I stop in my tracks, just a few feet away from his desk. I turn to face him and shrug my shoulders, indicating for him to keep talking. “I missed you.”

“Spencer,” I huff and set my bag and shoes down on JJ’s empty desk. “We’re always together. How could you miss me?”

“I meant, I missed us. Going out to dinner, laughing, just being us.” Spencer says, scratching the back of his neck. My lips curve into a weak smile and I nod. “Do you think we could pretend?” He weakly asks.

“Spence,” I half-heartedly laugh. “We just had a whole night of pretend…apparently an Oscar’s worthy night of pretend.”

“No no, I mean...do you think we could pretend that you don’t hate me?” He asks and his eyes are glazed over again. He blinks quickly to clear away his tears, but one escapes before he can hide it. “I never wanted things to end, I just- I was scared. I can’t lose you…” He says and I stand there silently, contemplating his words. “...and maybe that’s selfish...and I know that now, but I want to talk about this.”

I tug my lip between my teeth and take a deep breath. Silence settles between us for a few minutes as I keep my eyes to the ground, too nervous to look at Spencer.

“I could never hate you,” I finally say, stepping towards him. “Even if I forced all my attention to it and focused on everything that went wrong. I could never find it in myself to hate you.”

“You don’t hate me? You don’t hate me,” Spencer repeats almost like he’s solidifying it in his mind. He looks up at me through his curls as he sits down on the edge of his desk and collapses his head into his hands. I step even closer to him and place myself between his knees.

“Spencer, look at me.” I say and he blinks rapidly before glancing up to meet my eyeline. “I don’t hate you, the only thing I hate is how much I love you.” Spencer laughs lightly and a smile creeps across his face. “And for the record, I missed you too.”

Before I can say anything else, Spencer reaches forward and pulls me into his arms. His arms wrap around me tightly and hook together at my back. The shock wears off and I lower my hands to his head, pressing him to me. Luckily, he still sits on the edge of his desk, with me between his knees, otherwise I think we both would have collapsed into a puddle on the floor. I run my hands through his curls and I feel Spencer’s tears wet my dress. His grip only gets tighter and when I go to step back from him he mumbles a quick, “please”.

“Spence,” I whisper down at him. My fingers twisting in his chestnut curls, “we can’t stay here all night...we gotta go home.”

“I don't want to go home without you, I can’t- I-” He rambles, pulling away from my chest.

“So, don’t. Let’s go home.” I say and he smiles weakly up at me, I run my hand down from his hair and cup his cheeks. “You ready?”

He nods weakly and gives me a full-Spencer-smile, “let’s go home.”

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yionji · 3 years

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Hey,may I request where nanami is my stepfather.

Y/n is a brat and always when she comes home from school she pulls up her skirt and unbuttons her shirt,and she likes to call nanami daddy with double meaning then he decides to punish her,Thank you!

Omg hiii ^_^ thanks for made me do this,I hope u like it,also im trying a diferrent theme so...

A/n: I try my best, but also this could have grammatical errors ;;;;;

Tags:Cervix hitting,Slight mind break,stepfather,stepdaughter, fake incest(?),Blowjob,big boobs,huge dick,cum inside,arms fetish,deepthroath,face fucked,vaginal sex,thight pussy,dirty talk,humillation,in 4,cheating,moral denigration,true love,degenerate,poor grammar,rough sex,dub-con,slaps,male domination,angry sex,gagging,crying,blackmail,Dilf,school uniform,urination,inflation,breeding,happy ending,deep,belly bulge,virgin,punishment,semi passed out,body fluids,pet behaviour,choking,smut,daddy kink.

Pairings:Nanami kento x F!reader

He looked different from any other men your mom dated.

"my name is nanami kento,nice to meet you y/n"

So handsome,

When you came home from university he was in his work suit without the jacket,he had folded his sleeves half way down his arms below his elbows,fuck,he looks so good his veins are marked and his hands are huge,long fingers,you could feel your pussy getting wet.

"y/n"

"Uh?"

"Your food is going to get cold,eat" said your stepfather.

"Yes,daddy" you smiled to yourself,crossing your legs.

Nanami just looked at you

It became a routine for you, seeing him all day long, you were so lucky, every day you had lunch together you were late on purpose so he could see you in the short skirt you wore with the long, tight stockings.

You loved that tired face and that look in his eyes. There were times when he cooked and when he did you hugged him from behind touching his belt or climbed on the table with a short denims.

Today you decided not to wear a bra, you arrived very late at night because you said you were going to a friend's house, the shirt you wore was see-through and tight, your mom wasn't paying attention to you because she was busy at the phone.

Nanami was staring at you, his toned arms were raised clenching his fist with his other hand.

He looked at your breasts, and looked up at you, you smiled innocently at him.

"Is something wrong, daddy?"

He sighed "I think I'll go to bed" he got up and left.

You were about to continue eating when your mom interrupted you.

"Daughter, I'm going out with some friends today, you know, don't tell your dad."

"What time will you be back?"

"Tomorrow at 12 pm"

This was your chance to be with him, you waited for her to leave so you can go to his room.

Before going to his room you changed into a long white shirt with no panties.

You went upstairs to, opened the door and he wasn't there, only the bed.

So you lay down, somewhat discouraged in nanami's place.

You woke up in the middle of the night because someone had turned on the room light.

"What, oh"

Nanami is there with his costume still on.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" he said firmly.

"I wanted to sleep here with you since mom left. Where were you?"

"I took your mother to the place she said she was going" as he closed the door to the room and took off his clothes.

He is so beautiful, his chiseled body and strong arms, long legs and big hands you are sure his whole hand was bigger than your face.

"Stop looking at me with that leering look of yours."

You smiled mischievously

"So you already know?"

"From the moment I saw you I knew, you're a whore."

"I didn't expect that, are you going to let me sleep with you?"

"You don't know what you're doing" he sat down next to you, you were still in your place.

He was wearing baggy gray pants and nothing else.

You spread your legs so he could see your wet pussy.

"You're such an asshole."

He ran his hands over your face, then he leaned in towards you.

"Once I start I'm not going to stop even if you tell me to, do you understand that?"

"Yes, daddy."

Then he climbed on top of you, kissing you very roughly, his tongue dancing inside your mouth, he knew what he was doing.

How am I supposed to put my dick inside her, I'm sure even my finger won't fit in there. Nanami think.

It was as if your stepfather wanted you to know how strong he was. He didn't even ask you,but he stuck 4 of his fingers inside you. It hurt, but you didn't want him to think you couldn't handle him.

He wouldn't take his mouth off yours, until he pulled his fingers out of you.

Your mascara ran, your lips were swollen and reddish and your eyes were crystallized.

He put his fingers inside your mouth.

"Lick them."

So you leaned your head back and began to do it, making lewd noises, he removed his fingers from your mouth, a trickle of saliva between them. He put your legs between his and started to pull down his pants, you didn't get to see the whole thing and you started to lick your mouth.

"It's not going in."

"You haven't seen it yet, how can you tell?"

"Are you stupid? I said it won't fit"

He was irritated and you could hear it in his voice.

You looked at him a little scared, he pulled up his pants, turned away from you and went to look for something in his closet.

While you were still trying to calm down.

"Shit, that wouldn't even fit in my mouth."

Nanami is furious with a belt in his hand.

He walks up to you and grabs you by the wrists tightly. "Don't ever talk to me like that again." He take off your shirt and he sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. "What are you doing?" you scream and he just smirk. "What you should have gotten a long time ago. A good old fashioned punishment. Are you going to act like a whore? Then you're going to be treated like one."

He ties the belt around your neck, closing the buckle on it.

As you kick your legs trying to get it off.

A part of you, however, is intrigued by what he is doing and doesn't want him to stop. "Stop moving bitch or I'll tie you to the bed."

You spit at him as he slaps your ass hard. You scream and squirm as he gives you several and you feel your ass turn red,burn and sore.

"Such a pretty shade of red." He murmur "Are you liking this?" He ask genuinely.

Your cheeks turn red. "You're doing fucking great." You gasp as the belt was choking you and he looks at you.

"I'll have fun with you tonight" you smile "Now let's start your punishment."

Did I hear that right? Start?

You drop your head as nanami gropes your ass.

"Good girl" he gives a few more swats on your hot ass before lifting you up next to him. " I've wanted this for so long. I just wanted to slap those silly punks and show them that you're mine,"

He mumbled before kissing you hard.

This was by far the best kiss of your life.

He removed the belt from your throat and you caught some breath,

until he grabbed you by the hair making you fall on the floor in 4, forcing you to stay in that position, you looked up to see a big bulge in his pants.

Nanami was pulling you by the hair towards his cock and you couldn't take your eyes off his bulge.

"What a slut I have as a daughter"

he lifts your face to the bulge and presses your head into it.

Fuck he smelled good, you felt like you were floating.

After that he pulls down his pants letting his cock out with a *plop*. It was big, long, veiny, with a curve and his head was big, standing up with a rock hard erection.

There's no way it's going in my mouth.

He strokes your lips with the head of his cock, you only have eyes on his cock.

He slaps you hard on the face.

"Don't take your eyes off my face."

as he knows how degrading this is and wants to make sure you don't try to hide. He keeps slapping you across the face as he stares into your eyes making sure we maintain contact,your cheeks were already red. Then he puts his cock back in your mouth,

"Don't ever look away again."

he starts to fuck your mouth hard. His cock was going in a back and forth motion the tip was not hitting your uvula, you can feel his precum on the tip of his cock as he continues to enter your mouth, a few more inches, with each thrust he was forcing more into your throat now he keeps his cock inside now as you start to choke and cry and try to pull back, he grabs you by the hair and forces you to stay still, you felt as if your jaw was going to open sucking such a cock then he pulls back and slaps your face hard with his hand.

"I thought I told you not to take your eyes off me, you can't even follow an order that easy" you hear as he gives you another slap and pushes his cock back inside you.

It makes him harder as you try to take his cock.

Your mind was dizzy you feel drool and saliva dripping down your chin as his rhythm quickens and you feel confused.

"Your pussy fluids are making a puddle on the floor y/n, like a dog"

you can't do anything but get aroused as his deep, panting voice couldn't be sexier. Feeling his hand holding you tightly and he continues to fuck your face as the tears fall to join all the drool.

You were wondering how long you had been with him since mom left, your knees were sore, your neck and jaw hurt. When he was about to cum?, your mouth could no longer contain his cock.

He let go of your hair and placed both his hands on your head. And you were you right, they were bigger than your face. He started to fuck your mouth even harder which made you kick and scream with his cock in your mouth, he ignored this and continued as if nothing happened, he let out a moan and pushed back on your head and you could feel the sweat on his pelvis with the tip of your nose, He pushed harder so that his cock filled your throat, the tip was no longer hitting your uvula, it was touching your esophagus.

Nanami dropped all his cum down your throat,with a slight moan,every drop of hot cum filling your mouth, but he still wouldn't take his cock out of your mouth.

"If you waste a drop, I won't do this with you again."

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you watched as every centimeter slipped away.

With your body trembling, you tilt your head back trying to swallow all his cum, you know big cock means big balls.

Gagging noises came out of your throat as you finally swallowed all of his cum, he grabbed you by the neck and opened your mouth wide open, he wanted to make sure you weren't lying.

He picked you up off the floor and threw you on the bed. Your dripping hole didn't hold on to anything and you kept trying to sit up but ended up squirming like a helpless animal, but with no luck. That only made him hornier. He kissed you placing his legs between yours.

"I think you're ready now."

the wet tip found your tight hole and tried to push in, but you squeezed your hole as tight as you could, refusing to give access come on, it's big but you wanted so badly to fight one more time.

He grunted in annoyance, Use his powerful hands to grab the bottom of both your thighs, holding you open and still for him. You didn't want to pull back and without a second thought, you tried to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you over his lap with his hands gripping the back of your knees. He held you painfully open and you couldn't hold yourself tight any longer with the slick lips of your pussy opening before him and his hard cock.

. He was so strong that he held you casually with the strength of his arms without flinching one bit, and then his cock, hot and slippery began to enter you.

Your eyes widened and you shuddered uncontrollably, feeling his hot breath against your ear and cheek. You moaned loudly and as he slid deeper into your entrance, slipping between your tight walls, there was no way you could contain the primal moan that escaped you.

"No! A-Aaaah! What are you... doing to me? It feels good."

"You asked for this didn't you?" you already sounded shattered, he's hulking you clawed at his back and squirmed. His cock was wiggling like crazy inside your tight, soaking wet hole, pulling it out and pushing it back in from slapping against your cervix. It felt like a living creature all by itself. He let out moans and began to gyrate your hips, moving you any way he pleased and thrusting his veiny member in and out of you, simply pushing it back and forth from his pelvis.

He moaned in pleasure, the noise sounded somewhat strange to you. "I'm getting you ready for my seed, you silly girl."

" I'm really surprised. I thought your inside would be as soft as your outside. But ooo, oh..." He pushed the tapered tip to the hilt, the big head stroking and wiggling against your sensitive cervix, curling up to thrust hard into your sweet bundle of nerves, making you let out a long moan.

"You are much, much softer here. My daughter is so soft and pliable." You sighed in new ecstasy. You never got to enjoy degenerate pleasures like fucking and breeding.

The morbid pleasure coming off you was sweet but the gestures you made was too much for him,The aroma of your pussy juice dripping on his cock,he put his fingers inside you even with his cock inside you just to taste your juices,it was the closest thing to the taste of heavenly nectar.

At this action you just collapsed on the bed,his cock in your pussy pushed faster and swirled quickly inside you. Nanami's fingers rubbed and stroked your clit expertly and the crushing noises of his cock against your pussy grew louder as you grew wetter.

Tears rolled down your hot cheek, you began to feel that familiar tug at your core, forcing your walls to shudder around it. "I... I'm.... . C-..." Your words sounded choked, he began to choke you. Before you knew it, a blast of numbing euphoria crashed into you, spreading from your fucking pussy, through your legs and down to your toes .Your body relaxed and you were just breathing hard trying to catch your breath. "Hey" he says and you feel a hand grab a fistful of your hair to pull your head back wildly, making you scream in pain and surprise.

"Do you think we're done, Pet?" positioning his thumb on your lower lip. "My little bitch has to be thoroughly tamed. Your pathetic naughty little hole has yet to be molded and shaped by my desire. You are still too tight for what I want to do to you."

You were confused, even feeling a little scared again because you had just experienced the orgasm of all orgasms, nothing that masturbation or toys could experience, and yet somehow, Fuck, being with your stepfather was a sinful nightmare, but he was doing it so well.

Kento turned you over and lifted your ass. He bent down and approached your ear, moving your hair to the other side.

"Y/n?"

"y..yes daddy."

"You were virgin?"

Sobbing you tried to form a word and nanami's arm was around your neck.

"Yes, I was"

He kissed your cheek happy to be the first man to be inside you.

He turned you around and spread your legs. Your battered hole couldn't take it anymore and you struggled to close your legs gently but nanami squeezed the slits near your pelvis to open them wide again. He spit on his penis to lubricate it and masturbate before entering you. The sight of that was enough to give anyone a fucking heart attack.

You sobbed, and shook your head at him. "No, wait, don't come in," you pleaded.

"You already take it, of course you can now"

He made sure your legs were spread wide enough for him, he started by slowly pushing his head in once he entered, and with a push of his cock and a pull of your hips with his hands, his huge cock thrust into your pussy.

You screamed, there were no words to describe the feeling, it was too good, too much for your little pussy. You felt too stuffed, the pleasure was scorching. Nanami pulled your body down on his cock until the head slammed into your cervix, filling every nook and cranny of your defeated pussy. Nanami felt your wetness and heat envelop him completely. He let out a long, drawn out moan that echoed in your ear, taking a moment to savor the initial act of suddenly filling your Pet. Tears began to stream down your face unable to hold them back any longer. Your soft pussy was forced to hold it back, the lips of your cunt stretched to the limit to embrace and squeeze.

Nanami could not believe that the fragile form of a small, pretty stepdaughter could pleasure him in this way. He knew he was becoming addicted.

He pulled out until only the head was trapped inside you and thrust in again. The large mass at the tip of his head, a very faint but visible lump rose up and formed in your belly from your the area under your stomach. You could do nothing but feel his dick move and stroke you and, without warning, he moved forward, reaching deeper, causing your bladder to feel stimulated and urine a little on his penis, wetting it.

He pushed his entire cock inside you one more time.

"I'm going to come inside your uterus, y/n," sharply his own thrusts became louder as he tried to force as much of his cock into your pussy as possible,

"about to cum?, I can feel your pussy, you like my cock hitting your cervix, don't you honey?"

"goddammit,please daddy" his pelvis pounding your ass so brutally you wondered if there would be bruises, "are you going to cum, what a greedy pussy. I'm going to cum, fuck, what a tight pus..sy."

His thrusts were so deep that you could feel the semen shooting out of him.

The tip of his penis was able to open your cervix a little, he wasn't lying when he said he was going to cum in your uterus.

You could feel the semen shooting into your loins, mixing with the copious amounts of your fluids and sloshing around. You felt as if he was in your stomach, as if his cock had unloaded a load of cum directly into your belly and the pressure was immense. You screamed, your nails digging back into Nanami's chest as he groaned,your softened at the orgasm.

He pulled his length out of your pussy,and contemplated what he did.

"Wow, what a mess."

"D-daddy, ," you said with your last breaths.

He lay down next to you kissing your forehead. "You did great,baby"as he looked at you with a warm smile.

Your body was already tired, you just fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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