#so them dressing up in reds at another emotional climax. fuck. fuck.

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Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Chapter 7

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family… and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions… let alone about the wedding…

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 5.6K

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She had your eyes. She had the exact same eye color, and her hair was a little lighter. Yeah, she didn't have your tone. It was just a sad reminiscence of what you were. Aemond gave one more thrust against his hips and he climaxed. He was already. He was done. It had been…disappointing. However, the girl's eyes were shining. He smirked to himself, though as always it was a sneer. He still knew how to do his job. She was leering at him over her shoulder. His lack of affection had made him unable to look into his eyes while he was having sex, so he always turned them. It was better that way. The girl turned to hug him. Her arms encircling her neck. Was she going to…? Yes, she was going to try to kiss him. He never kissed. He never… he tried to keep things like this as impersonal as possible. It was just a shag. And yet, when that girl's lips met his, he remembered that he had kissed you in the bathroom of the same bar where he had found this girl who looked like you, who smelled like you… but she wasn't you. . He had been so absorbed that he hadn't even cared that she kissed him. At another time, he would have turned his face away from her with a smile and suggested calling a taxi.

“By the way, my name is…” the girl started to speak. But, he didn't need her name. He needed she to be you. He didn't care, for practical purposes, he had thought of you and therefore he wanted to think that he had been with you.

"It's late, do you want me to call a taxi?" was all his response. He got up from the bed and reached for his tobacco. An acquired habit. He always smoked after fucking, although that time he hadn't been worth much.

"No, leave it" she could hear the anger in the girl's voice and as she was she got out of bed "Don't come with me, I know where the exit is from her" the girl hissed between her teeth once she was quickly dressed. "You're an asshole, you know that?" the girl left her room angry with him and Aemond could hear the blow of the front door of the apartment slamming shut. Of course he knew he was an asshole. Only an asshole could have fallen for a girl he had only fucked once... maybe, he should have asked the girl her name, maybe... Alys was right and he was incapable of love... he just looked for some comfortable pants and he got ready to sleep. He inhaled on the pillow, she smelled like you, but she wasn't you... he had just taken off his eye eye patch and was going to sleep when he heard a loud knock on her door. He sat on the edge of the bed, had the girl left something? He take a quick look... he didn't find anything, except the used condom thrown on the floor... he heard the blows again, what the hell was going on?

With a scowl, he went to the door and flung it open. He wasn't in the mood to argue or talk to anyone. If it was the girl, he thought… But, it was just Aegon, his face flushed from crying, his cheeks red. He smelled of alcohol. And he didn't seem to know where he was, but he knew, of course he knew...

"Aemond" Aegon hugged him and began to cry. Aemond just narrowed his eyes in annoyance. The scene must have seemed comical to say the least. Just annoyed, he closed the door behind him. He didn't want any neighbor whispering about him tomorrow, the girl had already been loud enough "She left me" his brother sobbed again "She's a bitch, she left me" Aemond took him to the sofa and dropped him there. He took the bottle of some kind of alcohol he was holding from her and sighed. He contemplated the pathetic scene of how Aegon was crying again for his girlfriend  number… well, he had already lost count of what girlfriend's number it was. "Lyra has left me" he sobbed again and Aemond rolled his eyes again.

"And who is Lyra?" he asked, sitting down in the seat that was right next to the one Aegon was lying on. He felt that despite being the brother in the middle, he always had to be the eldest. Aegon sobbed loudly again and Aemond screwed up his face, disgusted with his older brother.

"The waitress," Aegon sobbed. “She was the love of my life”

"This girl was lasting a long time" Aemond stood up shrugging his shoulders "Besides, they are all the love of your life always" he smiled at her, with a humiliating face, but deep down he only wanted to mask his own sadness. "You'll get over it" And him? Would Aemond get over not being able to have you?

“You don't know anything about love, do you know what it is to be in love? You're just a cold, unfeeling bastard,” Aegon snapped at him as he snuggled into the sofa. And those words were like a dagger for Aemond, had he ever been in love? With Alys he had gone far, with you he had achieved a different level of connection... but did he know what it was to be in love?

Without realizing it, Aegon was now sleeping it off on his sofa. Aemond sighed and reached for one of the blankets to cover him. He had to protect his own. Maybe that was all the kind of love he deserved…or that he knew.

Jace kissed you breathlessly, sweaty and disheveled on top of you. You smiled at him and at that moment he was able to smile at you too. You two were going to get married. You were going to marry… him. Any doubts he might have had with you, he had dissipated after making love. He was still between your legs, on top of you. He was still kissing you between laughs, while he was carrying all the weight with his arms on the mattress. He didn't want to let you go. You were…his girl. How could he if he wants to think that you and Aemond…? It was ridiculous. You were sweet, you were funny, you were…everything. And, simply Aemond was the opposite of you. He couldn't have you in a thousand years. How could he have thought such a stupid thing? The truth is that I was a little annoyed with Joffrey for having cast doubt on you, but no, you were there. With him. Next to him. You two were going to get married. His mind repeated it as if he found it hard to believe.

"I have to go to the bathroom" you sighed, escaping from his embrace with a smile. He just flopped wearily against the opposite side of the mattress, grinning. And he watched with a smile as you ran to the bathroom. You were going to be the mother of his children, you were going to grow old together...

You came back from the bathroom and lay down on your side of the bed. Jace fell asleep before you hugged you and with a smile on his lips. He couldn't see how you picked up the phone and sighed when you saw that Aemond hadn't written to you that night. You were being selfish.

Aemond breathed again. That morning was the quarterly meeting. He had to take stock of the profits and losses of the company and he... got confused when he saw how Jace's mobile vibrated. The screen turned on and he saw that he was receiving a message from you. At that moment, he glanced at the screen of his phone... No, you hadn't texted him since what happened the last afternoon in the dress shop. And he hadn't written to you either. He had set the terms of what kind of relationship he wanted to have with you. He wasn't going to back down to just be your friend while Jace hit the jackpot.

"What do you think, Aemond?" he heard Luke's voice and woke up from his daydreams. He had stopped paying attention. He smiled to himself as he took out a cigarette and put it to his lips in that meeting room. Great, you had distracted him… Could he be any more pathetic? He lit the cigarette and leaned back in his seat after taking a strong drag that he expelled through his nose...

"Well, I have to confess... that I've lost track of all this simply because you're the speaker," he said, smiling defiantly at his nephew, and Aegon laughed. At least he wasn't losing his touch against his nephews.

Jace looked at him defiantly, his lips pursed. "Can you turn it off? It's not a place for you to smoke” he told him with a scolding face, but Aemond didn't even look at him. He just smiled to himself.

“And can you turn off the phone? Your girlfriend's messages distract me" he replied, finally making eye contact, tilting his head, he attacked him where he knew it hurt "You can tell she's in need of affection... if you want... I can fuck her. Maybe that's how that issue would go away" Aegon hit the table falling apart, as if it had been the attack of the century. Joffrey went blank as something started working in his head and Jace… Jace tried to lunge at Aemond. As if he wasn't saying something that wasn't true, Aemond thought. Luke grabbed him and Corlys did the same. Aemond was still unfazed, sitting in his seat, like a statue, just looking up at him with a defiant smile.

"You're a…" Jace started to say, but his voice trailed off.

"A what? My strong nephew…” he provoked him again. Jace had never jumped like this at any of his taunts. And Aemond was enjoying it as he took another drag on his cigarette. Really, he must have cared about you... but he would have jumped too if he was your... boyfriend, but he wasn't. He was just screwed because you hadn't written it, because you didn't throw yourself into his arms. Hell, it was clear that he was superior to Jace in everything. Still, he remained stoic in front of Jace.

"Don't go in on his taunts," Corlys whispered into his 'grandson''s ear and Jace sat back down, trying to remain calm. Just staring at his uncle, in front of him. Aemond Targaryen was the true dragon in that room, despicable though he was. It was the real truth.

“Do you want to know my opinion, nephew?” Aemond smiled, finishing his cigarette and putting it out against Jace's papers, who, as always, was sitting across from him in that meeting room. "I only know that we're going to hell because of your management," he smiled, raising one of the corners of his lips. . "And if you manage your relationship that well, a great future awaits you together" he whispered in his ear and left the room. All the others stayed in his places. Aemond was getting tired of it all.

Such a victory was short-lived for Aemond, however, and he received a call from his mother later. He, as always, remained silent for a moment to finally bring up again the subject of the loss of his eye at the hands of Luke, that they were not true Targaryens and how they were sinking the company... but those arguments that were so solid for Aemond did not they were enough for his mother. And Aemond sighed heavily as Alicent told him how they were going to settle this dispute. His mother must have been laughing at him.

Rhaenyra also called out to Jace. The tone of that conversation was different. Completely different. She just asked him how he was. Luke had told her what had happened. She was listening to him in silence and at the end she told him the idea that she and Alicent had had to try to smooth things over. Jace's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to refuse, but he was unable to deny his mother anything. He knew that she just wanted them to be a family. As if it was that easy...

So, there you were on Saturday morning, painting at the table on the terrace with Healena's boy. You had all gone to spend the weekend in one of the many houses that her family owned. All together. Jace hadn't told you what had happened, but you could tell something was wrong. However, he had promised to take you to the beach that afternoon, to swim together and watch the sunset. And, you needed time with him, even more so if Aemond was going to be around all that weekend. However, he had not arrived. Youhad been waiting all morning just to see him and he still hadn't shown up. Jace walked up to you and kissed you on the forehead as he brought you an ice soda. He put it down on the table and sat next to you while the boy continued to paint. Everyone was there, even Aegon, who seemed to be moaning all the time about everything. Rhaenyra, Damon, Alicent and Viserys were having coffee in the small room next to the terrace, separated from you only by a sliding glass door. Daeron walked over and ruffled his nephew's hair, only to disappear on his way to the kitchen where Healena was chatting with Cregan and Luke. Joffrey was sunbathing while he was playing a game on the phone, stretched out on a sun lounger on the terrace. For a moment, you realized that you could be a happy family... until the fantasy was broken just when you heard the engine of Aemond's Mercedes. He parked in front of the house. You saw it from the table where you were painting with the little one and you felt Jace tense up. He just got out of his car with a serious face and headed for the door. He went up to the second floor and Jace put his arm around his shoulders. What was that protective gesture about?

“Uncle Aemond!!” the child jumped out of his seat forgetting the drawing and everything else and ran into his arms. Aemond lifted him up easily, and his face finally broke into a smile. Aemond's gaze fell on you. You knew what he was doing. He was showing you that he had a way with children, that it was a good choice… God, he had a crush on you. He did it unconsciously, but he seemed so sweet to you at that moment that you could only smile. Yet at that very moment, you felt Jace's hand, cupping your chin, drawing attention to you with a kiss you never dreamed he could give you in public. You blushed. What the hell was happening to him?

"Aemond, I'm glad you came" his mother told him, taking the child from his arms. "You know why we're here, apologize now" she smiled between her teeth. Aemond scowled at her and walked over to the two of you. All eyes on him.

"Aemond" Jace greeted him getting up from the table and leaving you completely flushed at what had happened.

"Jace," he replied, with a smirk. He was not going to give in. He didn't mean to. He was going to show you how strong he could be in his convictions.

"I'll talk first if you want," Jace replied, looking at you to look back at Aemond. He had always been a compassionate man, a perfect dialoguer “I'm sorry if my strategies bother you. We can talk them. You are the second in the company. You have the right to tell me what you want. We can always improve ”he said proudly, he was showing you how democratic he could be.

“I'm sorry I smoked in the meeting room. I know what bothers you” he replied arrogantly with a smirk. Ignoring the rest of the things he had said in that meeting, as if that had been all he had done. You saw how Jace frowned, trying not to get angry, how Alicent looked at him with her mouth open in disbelief at what was happening, Rhaenyra fixed her eyes on him and Daemon laughed cheekily. On many occasions he saw himself reflected in his nephew. The only one who didn't know what was happening was you. Someone hadn't told you anything about what had happened. "Okay, problem solved, I'm going to the kitchen for a beer" Aemond passed in front of everyone, smiling. He had already apologized as his mother wanted, right? Jace gave you a mock smile and never took his eyes off you for the rest of the day.

Maybe that's why he saw how Aemond sat next to you at lunch and made you laugh. How he offered you from his plate and you accepted, how his eyes lit up when he saw you and how you responded with a silly smile. Jace couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was beginning to believe Joff's words. Then, he received a call that made him even more angry with you, what was happening to you? He waited for his mother and Alicent to leave with his Grandfather and Daemon for dinner in a nearby town, as well as for Cregan and Healena to do the same with his son alone, when he asked you to come to the room, to speak. You were with Luke on the terrace, and Aemond, how could you not? He was there too, you apologized and followed him. When you got to the room, you saw him slam the door behind you. You got scared. It was the first time you saw him like this.

"What the hell are you up to with Aemond?" she yelled at you and you went pale... you wanted to articulate words, but they didn't come out of your lips. You didn't understand what was happening. Had she found out what had happened? No, it was impossible. “Fuck, he looks like your boyfriend, and your boyfriend is me. No, your future husband is what I am ”he snapped at you, angry, terribly angry. You didn't know what had happened, but after what had happened in the meeting room, he couldn't take it anymore with Aemond's presence, and even less if you seemed like a lovesick girl with him.

“Jace, we get along well. That's all" you replied, trying to calm down a boy who never got upset... until that moment. "We are friends"

"No, you don't know him. He is not friends with anyone. He's a creep, he's a complete asshole” he snapped, moving up and down the room. So, he didn't know anything about what had happened between you. You breathed easier even though you were still tense about what was happening.

"Jace, please…" you asked him to calm down.

"And he called me your grandmother, what the hell is going on with the fucking dress thing again?" he asked you angrily, tired of everything. "She called me crying, damn it, is it so hard to you to change that bloody dress?" he yelled at you and you turned pale. You were going to suffer all the anger that Jace had accumulated for so long, and you wondered if you really deserved it. Your eyes began to mist over, but that didn't seem to slow Jace down. “My mother doesn't like it, your grandmother doesn't like it… please, can you stop pestering me about this damn topic? Change it. Please change it, because I can't stand my mother and your grandmother complaining. You don't know how long I've been, and you... you..."

At that moment you revealed yourself and yelled at him. You've never argued before. You were both calm, but not at the time. You were going to argue and you were not going to stay silent. “Maybe I'd know what the hell is wrong with you if you told me” you told her angrily “And I'm not going to change the dress, I'm sticking with it. If they don't like it, don't look."

"No, of course, it's better if they bother me, right?" he yelled at you too "You don't even do that for me..."

"That? I don't do that for you? You don't know what I'm sacrificing for you, you have no fucking idea what I'm doing for you…” you yelled at him again, as if you were exploding, as if you didn't care. He still didn't stop, he kept going, you were both too angry to back down.

“He fucks you with his fucking eyes, well, with his fucking eye. And you let him, and you are telling me that you are sacrificing things? he yelled at you referring to Aemond. "I forbid you to be his friend"

"We are friends. You're not my father, you can't tell me who to be friends with or not” you yelled at him again. This time crying. You couldn't anymore. You were going to tell him, you were going to tell him that you had slept with Aemond, that you didn't like the sad fucking he gave you, that you were going to marry him because of what others said, that you didn't like him, that you were no longer attracted to him, that it was hard for you to laugh with him… when everything changed between the two of them. Jace slammed his fist against the door, violently. In something you've never seen him do before. And he just closed his eyes regretfully. The two of you were silent. He he breathed heavily.

"I think I need some fresh air," he said in a whisper and left. He left you alone in the room and after a while you saw from the terrace how he took the car with Luke and Joffrey and he left. Very surely, he was going to the city to drink. And to you I couldn't be less important. You were hurt. He didn't have a clue about anything. You went out on the terrace to get some fresh air.

“Yeah… all about this wedding sucks” Aemond approached you. He had heard all the discussion between Jace and you. Well, you thought that all the family would had heard your discussion. He leant all his slender body on the wood rail of that terrace. His gaze met your eyes while you looked away from him and you wiped away a tear that fell down your cheek, as quick as possible. The cigarette, that he was going to lit, was forgotten. He just gently ran his thumb against the wet skin of your cheek.

“I don't need your pity” You replied as cold as possible, however your heart raced that fast that you could have died right there. Why he has to be so dammed handsome? Why life was punishing you so hard? He sneered and placed himself back on the railing with those cocky movements that drove you crazy in the bottom of your heart. He lit his cigarette and he took a deep drag. Even his lighter was fucking smug, a Zippo. Normally, he would have expelled the smoke through his nose, but this time he expelled it through his mouth, blowing all the smoke into your face, unconsciously. His lips parted and his gaze undressed you completely. Unlike you, he knew what he wanted.

“What a silly princess” He whispered, one of the corner of his lips curled in an arrogant mock. His mind running all in thoughts about how he would have settle that discussion if he would be your boyfriend. Jace was a fucking retarded. “I perfectly know you don´t need my pity… you need a good shag which made you forget about all that troubles you” He whispered in your ear, really close, like if he would be going to kiss in your neck. “You look really stunning in that dress” He confessed you “Even if Jace and his perfect family think that you need something more discreet… I would be able to tear it from your precious body just to make you mine…”

You widened your eyes at his confession, looking at him with a quick movement of your head, slightly moving away from his presence. “Aemond…” you started to say, but he only interrupted you.

“I know, you are going to marry him, no matter what” he looked down “I don’t like to see you crying” He confessed “That´s all” All for the strong boys. His mind screamed. Anger and impotence began to take possession of his Heart when you murmured to yourself, your arms embracing your own chest.

“I only wanted a calm evening, watching the sunset at the beach” you tone of voice was only a whisper in that wooden terrace, but it was enough to be heard by Aemond. He was a cold man, a stoic bastard, but in that moment a stupid idea crossed his brain. You made him be a so different man.

“It only would take an hour from here, if we went as fast as possible in my car” He suggested, but he didn’t look at you, you only could saw the middle of his face, stoic, the black eye patch who covered the scar of his face and eye  hiding any kind of emotion. You frowed your face and you tilted your head trying to understand what he was saying.

“To where?” you asked in a confusion tone, what he wants from you? What he was thinking?

“To the beach, we could watch the sunset and even swim before it gets dark, I was thinking that this is what you wanted” He took another puff, visibly nervous. You realized that Aemond cared about you more than he wanted to admit. He was a really different guy than you were used to, much more complex than Jace. “Aegon is drunk in the basement right now. Healena and her husband are gone, Daeron just vanished as always. My parents went to a fancy restaurant with your fantastic parents-in-law and Jace just leave you alone here to go to the city with Luke and Jofrey. He said that he needs fresh air” he released it as if he felt contempt for his entire family, as if he was venting everything on you. Maybe he was doing it. “I think that we need some fresh air too, don’t you think?”

He stubbed out his cigarette on the railing, his face wore an arrogant smile, he almost seemed happy, but he couldn't look at your face. You bit your lips without knowing what to say. Even though he was smiling, you didn't think Aemond could ever be happy, not with what little you knew about him. And yet, here it was offering you a quick getaway to clear yourself of everything around you. Well, he really knew what it was like to be with his family. You were just beginning to understand how it worked, something he already had a master's degree in. “No one will find out and... they won't miss us, at least for the moment”

“Your… your car is not so fast. We only have two hour until it gets dark and what about if someone comes early to home?” You asked him, trying to make him see that it was a crazy idea more typical of two teenagers than of adults like you both. Aemond gave a sheepish laugh, still not looking at you.

“I bet you that we can reach the beach in least than 25 min, more or less” He took your hand like a boyfriend in love, guiding you to the basement “Perhaps, my car is not so fast, as you say, but I have a solution” He smiled at you, and in that moment you could see Aemond as a little boy who is up to some mischief. A wide and sincere smile. The same cocky bastard you knew now was like a gentleman taking his princess for a ride hidden from everyone. Your heart raced and you could only tighten his grip by taking your other hand to his. You seemed like a little girl when you were by his side, guided by him, but above all protected and loved. Wasn't that what you had always sought? Protection and love?

His head was starting to ache from drinking so much, but he wasn't going to stop, that was clear to him. If he couldn't party, he'd throw the party himself. A little voice in his head told him that he was right. If Lyra had left him, he didn't care anymore. So he was going to drink until he could care less about her. Fuck everyone. With his eyes closed, he rested from his own state, missing the weed he had left at home... he really thought he wouldn't need it, but now he regretted it. And what was preventing him from partying? Nothing. Only the scolding He would get from his mother. So nothing stopped him... he just had to take the car keys...

"Where are the keys?" he thought he heard Aemond's voice, but he kept his eyes closed. He licked his lips and kept trying to sleep it off. "Aegon. The keys to your Lamborghini. Where?" He felt a strong blow to the shoulder, followed by the corresponding stinging from the impact. He opened his eyes to find Aemond's tall figure standing before him. He closed his eyes again with a smile.

"What the hell do you want them for?" he managed to answer, rolling back onto his side on the old sofa in the basement. "The car is mine..." he began to tell tired. Actually, it had been a gift when Aemond had turned twenty. It was supposed to be for both of them, but he had ended up enjoying it more than the younger brother. Without a doubt, Aegon had gotten more out of the car than his brother. "I was thinking of going to the city..."

"Your conditions are more than optimal for driving" he heard his brother said; surely he was rolling his eyes in a gesture of arrogance. They knew each other too well "But, Where are the keys?"

"What the hell do you need them for?" he jumped up from the sofa, tired of his brother bothering him. At that moment, his eyes focused on the image that he had before him. Aemond was with a girl. He couldn't believe that he was passing by, he was holding her hand… but, this girl was familiar to him. She was… she was… Jace's fucking fiancée… he could only laugh at the image before his eyes… "Don't fuck with me, Aemond…" He stretched out in front of his brother due to exhaustion and drunkenness.

"The keys. Now” Aemond barked at him, protecting (Y/N) behind him, as if he hadn't expected Aegon to see her, but it was too late. The eldest of the brothers had seen her. A smile of disbelief and contempt spread across his face.

"Aemond..." he began to say as he searched for the keys in his tracksuit.

"Give me the fucking keys" he asked her again with that tone of voice that could freeze all of Winterfell. His eye was fixed on him, he was asking him to hurry up… he was fucking mad at him…

"Y/N, pretty, could you come out for a moment? I want to talk to my little brother..." he said, looking at the girl arrogantly, to look again at the keys that were now in his hands. He started playing with them.

"No," Aemond sentenced, slashing at him with his gaze. "The keys" put out his hand for Aegon to give him the keys.

Aegon sneered again and walked over to give his brother the keys. He got close enough to whisper in her ear as he handed her the keys. "Don't be an asshole, we know each other..." Aegon remembered the times Aemond had tried to flirt in high school without much success, and the only thing he could see in that The moment in front of him was that boy who wanted to bite off more than he could swallow, just like when he was a teenager “If you're going to fuck her, I have condoms upstairs. If you want…"

"Goodbye, Aegon," He replied, pulling away from him once he had the keys in his hand. Aegon watched them leave the cellar. He saw how Aemond smiled at (Y / N): “Don't worry, it's OK” he whispered in her ear as she followed him, holding onto his hand. No. It wasn't right. Aegon sat back on the sofa, staring straight ahead with a blank stare. He wanted to say something to Aemond, like older brothers are supposed to. It was the first time Aemond had screwed up. And, despite the fact that he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, he was not happy. Rather, he was worried about what might happen to Aemond's heart… Oh, please! What a nerd! He just needed more alcohol now that the chances of going to town were gone. Besides, Aemond was simply going to fuck you for revenge, just as he'd said in the meeting, and Aegon smiled at his thought.

#aemond x y/n #aemond modern au #aemond smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen modern au #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x fem!reader

[praesaepe]

why is every single fight scene in this donghua absolutely fucking amazing. without fail. i made the mistake of judging ONE fight scene because it was cooler in the novel but then they did the thing in the novel just a little bit further along and it was cool as hell. wwx and lwj just used the blood pool to set themselves as a stygian lure flag and coated themselves in red and i just about fucking lost my mind.

#even the drunken chase over the rooftops in yunping... oh my gd #the lighting the animation the way the music swelled and hit peak as lwj drank from the jar after wwx #im fine im fine im completely normal #just losing it a bit abt them coating themselves completely in red like thats. thats symbolic right. #red is wedding colors and traditionally red clothing was worn by people getting married #the jar thing in yunping was probably meant to be an indirect kiss n that wouldve flowed with the scene #so them dressing up in reds at another emotional climax. fuck. fuck. #rk.txt #the thing i judged was the summoning of the painted eyes #because the way the paper dolls were described in the novel was cool #and the initial summoning was just two dolls and like yeah cool whatever #but then when wwx summoned a fuckton to take care of the fierce corpses. waow.

[mindofharry]

Small blurb on sucking harry’s dick before his first show! yes, i did that. smut! language! harry being dirty! Y/N being a boss bitch! enjoy!!!

Harry was in his dressing room, alone for a change, before the concert started. He missed you. Although, being alone before the concert might calm his nerves down. Usually, you’re here sitting on the sofa either helping him with his shoes or ties, or just saying some encouraging words. But this year, you couldn’t make it. At least that’s what harry thinks. You’ve been staying with your grandma for a couple months now, and you and harry have only seen each other twice. Harry thinks you’re still looking after your grandma, but in actuality you’re currently waiting for the right moment to surprise him. You were able to get your cousin to stay with your grandma for the next couple of weeks, so you could tour with harry. But it was only for about three weeks, so you want to make the most of your time together.

Harry sound so upset when you said you couldn’t make his first concert. You weren’t there for his first solo tour, only meeting you two years ago at a friends party. You and Glenne had been friends for a while, meeting through your sister who went to high school with Glenne. She’s like another older sister to you, meaning you were at her party. Harry met you and was immediately enamoured by you. He just needed to know more about you. Your favourite colour, favourite band, favourite food. Turns out you had a lot in common and were very attracted to each other, so you went on dates. You both really liked each other and everyone around you knows you’re each others forever.

“Fuck” Harry said to himself, trying to get his shoes on. The shoes were amazing, everything he wanted — but they were a little more complicated to anything else he’s worn.

“It can’t be this hard” Harry mumbled to himself, trying to pull the zip on the side up. You took this as your que to exist the little closet Jeff had stuffed you in. You had told Jeff about this months ago and he thought it was an amazing idea. He helped you with flights and times, and of course not much help with the hiding places but a small closet would have to do.

“Need some help with those?” You asked and harry immediately stopped what he was doing. He slowly turned around and there you stood, his girl, his love, right in front of him. You were dressed in a long summer dress, pink, matching with harry. Your hair was curled and your make up was natural, you even wore the earrings he bought you for christmas. You looked beautiful. You bit your lip and walked over to harry, who seemed to be frozen in place.

“Baby?” He asked and you nodded placing your hands over his cheeks, harry immediately melted into your touch almost whimpering at your warm, soft hands. He missed this, he missed you.

“Fuck, I missed you so much” He said pulling you into a hug. His head went to the crevice in your neck, and his arms went around your waist bringing you into a tight, warm hug. Harry needed this. He needed you. It was silent for a couple of minutes, no one spoke, you both just enjoyed each other in a comfortable silence.

Harry pulled away from the hug, quickly but softly. He looked down at your lips and your smirked. “Kiss me already?” You said and harry chuckled bringing his lips to yours. Memories flooded back instantly, your lips were like a photo album. Everytime harry placed his lips on yours a whole rush of emotions and vivid memories come running back to him. He feels so many things while kissing you. Harry feels warm, and giddy. He feels like a summer afternoon, he feels like dinner after a day at the beach, he feels like the start of a new book, he feels everything, every emotion you could possibly think of.

Harrys tongue entered your mouth and you moaned loudly, as you both fought for dominance. Your hands reached his curly hair, and you tugged on roughly making harry break the kiss. “I love it when you do that” He said before diving back down to your lips. He placed his hands under your thighs lifting your up so your legs wrap around his waist never once breaking the kiss.

“Let me help you” You said, out of breath. Harry’s eyebrows raised slightly as you stroked his hair softly.

“I can feel your cock, harry. So hard. Probably so red, just waiting for me to suck on it right?” You questioned, harry whined but didn’t respond. You tugged on his hair. “Use your words” You said. “Do you want me to suck on your cock?” You asked and harry nodded quickly.

“Please, baby. Suck my cock” Harry insisted putting you down on the ground and immediately going to take off his pants. He wasn’t wearing any boxers. You looked at his cock, you were right. It was undeniably hard, red and the tip was full of pre cum. The way his cock looked made you lick your lips and whimper softly.

“Sit down” You ordered, harry immediately followed through sitting down on the couch behind him. He spread his legs a little, and looks up at you expectedly. You smiled and took the hair tie from your wrist, collecting your hair quickly and putting it up out of the way. Harry bit his lip as excitement formed in his (cock) stomach.

“So proud of you, you know?” You said getting down on your knees. “Love how confident you are on stage” You said leaning down, placing your hand on his right thigh. “I love your confidence and how much exhilaration you get from this” You continued, placing your other hand on his left thigh. Harry hand went to your ponytail and tugged on it slightly. You pouted, but gave in.

You leaned your head down and kissed the inside of his thighs, harrys eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Love everything about you” You said.

“Especially your cock”

You gripped the base of his cock, kissing all the way up to his tip. Harry’s head fell backwards and his hands tugged on your pony tail again, you continued kissing around the tip of his penis while playing with his shaft. At throaty moan escaped him as your hand moved up and down his member.

“You want me to suck?” You asked, harry’s eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. “Yes please” He said, practically begging at this point. You kissed his tip again, before placing your lips over the tip of his cock. Harry moaned loudly, bucking his hips up, pushing his cock into your mouth more. You gagged a little, but got comfortable pretty quickly. Harry tasted amazing, it was your favourite thing to do. If you could have his dick in your mouth all day, everyday you’d be a happy girl.

Your hands move to his hips, and you hold them tightly trying to stop him from fucking your mouth. You want to be in control, you deserve it after not having cock for so long.

You moan as you feel him at the back of your throat, your finger working his shaft quickly.

Looking up at harry quickly, you see his flushed cheeks and his eyes tightly closed. His hair is messy from you tugging at it early, you can’t help but mentally high five yourself for that one because harry has never looked so good. Seeing him so undone, made you feel an abundance of things. Turned on being the number one thing.

You moan loudly again, sending vibrations through harry’s body. He buck up at the sound and the feeling, you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

“Taste so good” You said before placing his cock in your mouth again, whimpering at the feeling. Your eyes are filled with tears, and you’re sure your mascara is running down your face. You’ll get a touch up later. Harry loves it, he loves make up being so messy and his hair looking like he hasn’t brushed it in days.

Harry wants everyone to know his cock had been in your mouth.

“You love this. You’re a slut for my cock, right? My little slut wants everyone to know she loves my cock” Harry said as he pulled on your pony tail, fucking your mouth. You didn’t answer, but your moans sufficed. “You’re so good to me. Letting me fucking your mouth like that. Such a good girl” Harry said moaning loudly as his hips begin to thrust into your mouth.

Your sex was dripping, all down your thighs and you were sure you’d cum from just being mouth fucked.

Harry being to move faster as his climax approached, pulling at your pony tail.

“Take it all, baby”

“Fuck, yeah, just like that” Harry said, as he climaxed, you took all of his cum and swallowed it happily. Again, you like how he tasted. You cleaned up his stomach, and sucked on his cock a little too. He was sensitive, you knew that, but he asked you to clean him up. So you did just that.

“Feeling even more confident to go on stage now?” You asked, your throat horsed. Harry chuckled leaning down and pecking your lips, tasting that reminiscence of his cum on your lips.

“Who knew you sucking my dick would make me feel so much better?”

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[1kook]

imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either  the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

��Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

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[glowingbadger]

Okay, I LOVE the Spiky sword boy and his sheer inability to handle most emotions. May I ask how would Felix handle being teased throughout the day by his S/O? Like maybe she wears a little more revealing article of clothing than normal or other small things to really get at him?

Full disclosure, when I first started playing FE3H, a friend of mine asked which route I had chosen first, and I told her I'd joined the Blue Lions. And she had the audacity to look me in the eyes and say, "Because of Felix?" And like, yes because of Felix, but also fuck you.

Anyway, more content from me about teasing an uptight, emotionally congested man with a heart of gold (y'know, for something different xD)

Felix (FE3H) x Fem/AFAB Reader - teasing

NSFW 18+

If you'd known that Felix would be so easy and so fun to tease, you would have tried something like this far sooner. You'd watched him gape openly when he'd first seen you at the dining hall that morning with your blouse opened deep at the front ("It's so warm today!") and a skirt that hugged a little too tight and far too short. Later, you had made sure to sit across from him at the day's strategy debriefing so you could watch him struggle to keep his gaze above the neckline. By the time you'd insisted on joining him to spar in the afternoon, he was so off-kilter that even his swordsmanship began to suffer. Even in less-than-optimal attire for combat, you were able to keep up with him- for a while, anyway.

At last, he rallies his focus and blocks your strike just above the hilt. The impact so close to your grip manages to disarm you, and Felix takes a firm step forward and levels his practice sword at your throat. You're both panting, both red in the face- but you wear a grin while he scowls in reply.

"You had the upper hand a minute ago," he says, not lowering his blade, "If you were actually dressed properly for a fight, this may have been a real match."

"If I were dressed properly for a fight, I would never have had the upper hand at all." You retort, your wicked grin widening. It's the first time you've called attention to his reaction to your ploy- and his expression shows how your acknowledgement only flusters him further. Dark, narrowed eyes scan your body down, then back up.

"You're trying to get under my skin."

"I'd say I'm succeeding." you quip back. You see his chest rise and fall heavily in the moment of tense silence that follows. Finally, he lowers his weapon with an irritable exhale. Every muscle in his body is wound tight, his posture stiff, as though consciously holding himself in place. You bite at your bottom lip, just imagining that restraint snapping and coming undone.

"We're on the night patrol together tonight, right?" you say as you come to stand beside him.

"Uh- yeah, I guess so." Felix mutters. You smile and kiss him lightly on the cheek- a deceptively innocent gesture.

"I'll see you later, then."

Evidently, Felix had managed to collect himself by the time you joined him at the Monastery Gates that evening- at least outwardly. Eyes that had wandered your body all day are now kept strictly in check as you walk side by side around the perimeter walls. He even manages to chat with you more or less as usual as you make your rounds. In a way, you're impressed. But that doesn't keep you from wondering how you could push him just a little more.

"Soo..." you trail off for a moment, walking a bit ahead of Felix with your hands innocently behind your back, "I was chatting with Sylvain earlier today, and-"

"Sylvain?" he says sharply- and you know your bait worked. Too easy.

"Yup! We had a nice long chat, it was really sweet of him to take so much time out of his day for me."

Felix seizes your wrist in hand and tugs you back to him.

"He saw you like this? Did he try anything? If he did, I'll slit his-"

"Felix, come on," you cut in with a laugh. You face him and gently brush his bangs aside, admiring the way his sharp features are accented by cool moonlight. He gives an irritable sigh and steps forward, and you subconsciously step back in unison.

"You have no idea how people have been looking at you today." he says with a dangerous edge in his voice. You feel your back hit the wall, trapping you between cool stone and Felix's harsh glare.

"I've only been watching how you've been looking at me," you say, closer to a whisper than you'd intended. And in an instant, Felix's lips are on yours. He grabs onto your wrists and pins them above your head, and as he secures them in place with one strong hand, the other tugs up at the hem of your skirt. You whimper into his kiss like a mewing kitten as his tongue thrusts past your lips. He's harsh and unforgiving, and it's all you can do not to lose your breath as his touch runs unabashedly up your inner thigh.

"Felix...!" you gasp as two fingers press against the thin fabric of your panties, rubbing firmly along your wet heat.

"Quiet," he hisses, "Do you want the knights to hear you?"

Frankly, when you see that intense look in his eyes and feel his rough fingers slide into your clothing and between your lower lips, you couldn't care whether the archbishop herself heard you. Still, you manage to bite your lip and stifle a moan as two digits surround your stiffened clit, rhythmically stroking the sensitive nerves and sending sparks of pleasure through your core. Your thighs twitch inward, squeezing around him as he runs his fingers slick across the aching bud, setting your legs trembling. Felix must be able to feel your body going weak- or perhaps, he's every bit as impatient for satisfaction as you are. His touch leaves your needy body before long, and he releases your wrists. But before you can question him, he hikes your skirt up your hips without a word, then fumbles open the front of his pants to free his member, already throbbing hard and flushed a dark crimson.

Then, muscled arms wrap under you and lift you up against the wall. He hooks your knees over his elbows, spreading your legs wide for him as he aligns with your eager pussy. Sighing out his name, you wrap your arms around his strong shoulders for support. Then, you feel his warm cockhead parting your slickened folds. With a low groan rumbling in his chest, Felix pushes into the tight heat of your cunt, stretching you around him as he plunges inch after inch into you. Somehow, he feels bigger than usual. Perhaps a day of teasing has had a more tangible affect on him than you'd anticipated.

Felix brings his lips to your jaw, kissing and biting his way back to your ear, where the heat of his breath sends a shiver down your spine. His hips begin thrusting into you, pumping his cock into you until your overflowing arousal coats his full length. Thick veins drag along your inner walls, stimulating a range of wonderfully tender spots, and your nails dig along his upper back in desperation. You've known that Felix isn't much of a dirty talker- and given the circumstances, that's probably for the best- but the way he softly pants and groans into your ear floods your body with a new, more urgent need. The thought that this is what he's wanted with you, that all day Felix has been one taunt away from fucking you against the nearest surface, is such an intense rush that you can already feel yourself clenching and gripping around him.

"I'm- I'm gonna-"

"Do it," he whispers harshly along your neck, "cum for me- now."

He bucks his hips upward, sheathing himself deep inside of you until you can feel the pressure up through your center. His lower body is partially supporting you, so your weight pushes you down onto his throbbing length. Felix kisses you, not even bothering with skill or finesse- only raw need. And you cum, hard. Your body shudders, your pussy squeezes around him, and the knot of pleasure built inside of you comes undone at once. His kiss muffles your helpless, blissful whimpers, and before you've even ridden the full wave of your climax, his own begins to take hold. He holds you almost painfully firm against the rough stone wall as you feel him shoot his cum into you in powerful volleys, one after another. Felix breaks away from your lips, his head coming to rest at the crook of your neck. He utters a tortured groan as his manhood swells and flexes from base to tip, pouring out the last of his release into your over-used and over-full body.

You're reminded of your sparring match earlier that day. The two of you are both thoroughly spent, panting heavily and struggling to steady your breathing. Felix tries to be gentle when he sets you back on your feet, but neither of you realize how unprepared you are to use your legs again, so you stumble forward into him. You expect a disgruntled comment, but instead, he wraps his arms around you and holds you steady while you regain your bearings.

"Wow..." you murmur, clinging to the front of his shirt, "I should try teasing you more often."

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[voltagesmutter]

Diphallia

Final three part smut series about Leviathan and his blessing.

Pairing: Leviathan x MC (F)

Fandom: Obey Me.

Warning: Diphallia (Double Penis), first time intercourse in relationship, double penetration.

Notes: A thank you to @theinariakuma​ for your help as always, I owe you so much.

Tagging: @darkfaerry, @otome-smut-queen, @0-miles-away, @rainbowscythe, @minteyedoll, @theshove, @thebestaqua32, @rensphilia, @beelsdessert, 

[Part1] [Part 2]

Part Three: Reunited [Final]

“Are you really sure about this?” His teeth taking her bottom lip, tugging gently as hands rested on the curve on her waist. Thumbs toying with the waistband of her skirt.

“God yes,” Running her tongue over his bottom lip as he had done the day he left. “Please, yes,”.

He tried to stifle the groan that left his throat as she took his hands in hers and slid them up her thighs beneath the flimsy material of her skirt. Wetness prodding against his fingers to feel the soaked folds bare as she wore no panties beneath it. 

Her hands let go of his as he pressed his thumb to her clit, circling in a motion he knew she loved whilst two fingers ran down her slit before pressing into her tight core. Her hips gyrated down as she rode his fingers, her hands hastily undoing his belt to free the mouth watering confinements. 

“Here?” He whispered, already knowing his answer from the way her hips dipped down against his hand. The wetness of her that soaked down beyond his knuckles and the soft moans that left her parted lips.

“I- I don’t think I can wait, I need you ,” Clenching over his fingers in time to her hand wrapping around his right cock. “But... but I can if you want too,”. He could sense the desperation and need in her voice. 

“I can’t either,” He groaned, head thrown back as her left hand took his left cock. Her hands pumping him in soft movements, savouring the groans that left him.

It was the dead of night, cramped in the back seat of his car with her straddling him. Her t-shirt pulled up so her naked breasts were exposed whilst Levi was still dressed in his uniform. The moonlight being the only source of light in the empty car-park. 

Leviathan had been the last to exit the boat due to his status, her waiting patiently by the side of his car after repeatedly telling Lucifer that she wanted to fetch him alone. Lips too busy locking in an exchange to share pleasantries, Levi pushing them both into the back of his car as she moved on top of him. 

“I-ah, I need you,” She whimpered, letting go of his left cock to grab his wrist, pulling his fingers out of her. He wrapped them around himself, letting the glistening stickiness of her arousal coax over his cock. Reaching to his side, she grabbed her purse, a bottle of lube being pulled out as she pumped thick squirts onto her hand. 

Levi watched and waited with bated breaths as she covered his left cock before rising above it and letting herself line against his tip. She was on birth-control to help her menstrual cycles, no need for a condom as she slowly lowered herself down. Her eyes opened wide as she clung to his uniform jacket, the toy she used had stretched her perfectly to take him but it could not prepare her for the feeling of the pulsing heat of him inside her. Moans filled the small space of the car as she worked into a slow rhythm, raising up before lowering down until her walls loosened the grip on him. His left hand fondled her breast as it bounced lightly in front of his face, watching the pleasure twist across her features. His right hand pumping his other cock in-time to her movement, occasionally grazing his fingers against the inner of her thigh. 

“W-what are you…” His face going red as she raised herself so only the tip was in her, her hand batting away his on his cock as she coaxed it in lube. She held his at the base as she positioned herself better, guiding him to her core as she once more lowered down. This time, taking both of him into her as she cried out. “I want- all… Oh god… all of you,”. Complete in awe at the situation as she took him, a feeling completely new and exhilarating to the both of them as she continued to rise up before lowering down. His eyes completely struck to watch both of his cocks disappear into her tight heat, inch by inch into the velvet folds of paradise. The feeling of being complete, of being so full she felt his cocks at the back of her throat as her stomach pooled with heat. The intensity of it grew as she moved down him more. It only took a few rolls of her hips before-

"F-fuck..." The whine left her lips as her hips stilled, back arching as she was pressed to his lap. Both of Levi's cocks buried deep inside her. Levi couldn't think as he watched her, felt her clench around both of him. His cheeks red at how quick she came. Fingers scratching into the material of his jacket, jaw-slack with her eyes tightly shut. Immense pleasure on a new level taking over her body, white tingling heat coursing through her body as she pulsed violently around him. 

The emotions of being back with each other, their first sexual intercourse together, the fullness of him inside her, all of it being too much and plunging her off the edge head first into a mind-blanking climax.

Head thrown back with one hand on her breast still whilst the other dug his nails into her hip, pushing himself up against her as his back curved slightly. Unable to hold back as a choked groan followed a few heavy gasps, heat flooding inside her. The intensity of her sudden orgasm being his undoing as he came without warning, shallowly thrusting as he rode out his and hers releases. Her forehead pressing against his as they both panted, unable to describe the feeling taking over them. Neither had been so undone so fast. Levi still adjusting to the feeling of all of him being buried inside her, head swimming with pleasure at the tight velvet of her heat gripping him. 

“A-are you okay?” Finally asking after catching his breath, pushing the strands of hair that had stuck to her face.

“Yeah- I.. I just need a minute,” She panted, eyes still shut as her head flopped against his shoulder. They rested in the silence of the fogged up car, exacerbated breaths being the only sound. Levi’s hands curling around her to keep warm, tracing shapes of all different manners up her back whilst the softness of his lips left fleeting butterfly kisses along her forehead. 

“I’m sorry,” A meek whisper paired with rounded doe eyes glancing up at him. 

“Whatever for?” Confusion took over as he cupped her cheek in his palm, his other hand pulling down her down her top to cover herself.

“I didn’t mean too… make it finish so quickly. I- I wanted it to be a surprise… special. And- and I ruined it-“ Her words trailing off at the end as he cut her off .

“Hey, hey no tears,” Cupping her other cheek and pulling her face close to his, “That was… amazing. Everything about you is amazing. Your perfect, that was perfect. I can’t believe you even did that, no one has ever done that before…”. Pressing a delicate kiss to her lips as his thumbs wiped away the fallen tears, “You could never ruin anything, your so perfect, so so perfect. I still can’t believe you, practically a living angel, wants to be with me,”. A light chuckle from him followed after his words. It was rare for him to speak in such depth, to wear his heart on his sleeve so boldly but when it came to her. He’d climb to highest peaks of heaven to declare how he felt her. She was his guiding light, his tiny piece of stardust, his normie.

“I love you,” She whispered between a sniffle, overwhelmed by his words. 

“I love you too,” Holding her closer in a tight embrace, neither wanting to the first to let go.

 -

“Promise me you won’t be too long,” Barely managed to be spoken as his tongue glided across hers. Her hands buried back in his hair as he pressed her into the side of the brick wall.

“If I had the choice I’d be right upstairs with you,” He groaned as he pulled away, a string of saliva splitting between their lips. Their clothes adjusted, the stain of mixed release from when he finally pulled out of her was covered by the long material of his jacket.

The minute they walked in, he was bombarded with greetings from his brothers. Despite the chaos, Levi loved his family and they loved him. However, his gaze was not on his brothers, but on the woman quietly sneaking up to the bedroom, seeing her lips mouth out, 'I'll be waiting' before she slipped up the stairs. 

Levi was growing impatient as he was getting asked questions from everyone. 

Lucifer asking if he made his reports. Mammon about any treasures. Asmo about his...scent? 

As his annoyance grew, he heard a small huff--he noticed it because that was where he wanted to go. Up to the young woman who'd stolen his hat before rushing up to his room. Impatience having gotten the best of her as well. 

"Sorry boys." She spoke as she moved between the small crowd. The shirt, his shirt, was a bit big on her, showing off the purple marking on the back of her neck as she latched onto his arms. "I'm going to have to steal the Admiral away now."

Bare legged and ready for more, the others became aware of the small human and her annoyance. A smug grin on Asmo’s face, missed by the others, as the scent that lingered heavily on Levi came flooding into the room each time she took a step.

Mammon's face went red as his jaw dropped open and Asmo waggled his brows at the woman with light giggles. Everyone else had the decency to be embarrassed and look away from her. 

Without another word, Levi took her hand and ushered out of the room, his body pressed to her back to shield her from the view of his brothers. Barely making up the stairs, stifles of giggles and lingering kisses kept them from moving. Until, reminding her of his strength, hoisting her up in the air with her legs around his waist as he carried her through the threshold of his room. One long, open mouthed kiss refusing to break apart as he kicked the door shut, placing her onto his bed as he climbed above her. 

Deft fingers popping the buttons on his shirt undone, leaving the almost transparent material upon her skin but with her torso exposed. His uniform shredded in a slow moving manner, both of them taking their time to admire the other in gentle caresses. Memorising every dimple, scale and bump upon the others skin, leaving a detailed map in their minds. 

“I love you,” Lips hovering above hers, honey eyes of amber baring into her soul. His weight gently pressing down onto her as his body covered hers from above, one arm pinning both her wrists above her head whilst the other softly rubbed down the curve of her side.

“I love you too,” Parting her legs a little more so he could fit snuggly between between them. Fitting together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. The softness of her thighs pressing up against his as he settled properly between her. His forehead pressed against her as she let out a soft sigh to feel his hand move down the curve of her hip and between her thighs to take his lengths into his hand.

“No matter what happens, you are mine and I am yours,” Amethyst diamonds on his neck shining, just like the one of the back of her neck. Neither of them sure what the future held, but neither cared as they had each other. Both loved one and other too much to give up anything without a fight. Something he never felt he was worthy of, but the way she stared up at him with trust in her eyes, the binding pact upon her skin and the rapid beating of her heart was enough to push his doubt aside.

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[hanatiny]

Aim To Please

a/n: I’m aware that certain kinks in this may not sit well with some people, but I have a very specific target audience for this one so :) a/n 2: happy birthday to the stressed mom Seonghwa, hope he eats well and has a good day~ <3

pairing: incubus!Seonghwa x f!reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1866

warnings: consensual somnophilia, unprotected sex, noona kink, pet names, Hwa has a gun kink, he's also a whiny service top, praise kink, marking (both biting and light scratching), brief mention of overstimulation, orgasm control

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Seonghwa had been visiting you somewhat regularly for a couple months now. He first came to you in a dream while you were feeling lonely and then another night, when you found yourself unable to sleep, he actually physically materialised in front of you.

Incubi were said to simply come to 'their human' for sex and that was that, they would leave once they got what they wanted.

Seonghwa, however, was a little different. He had a bit of a childlike curiosity to him, ironic as it seemed for an immortal demonic creature, and you adored the way his eyes would light up like shooting stars every time you'd talk to him and tell him about your day or simply recount a memory you happened to be fond of.

You grew attached to each other rather quickly and easily, a strong emotional bond forming between the two of you that one wouldn't necessarily think possible.

And so, when he arrived this particular night, he couldn’t help but pout a little when he found you fast asleep in your bed. Then again he couldn’t really blame you, it was sometime between 2 and 3am after all. In all honestly, he was relieved to see you get some rest, knowing how you struggled at times.

He visited you for a different reason tonight though; it was his creation day - or birthday, a word he learned from you that meant essentially the same thing in human terms, which he used interchangeably.

He wanted to celebrate it with you and to do so, he’d either have to wait until you'd awaken on your own accord, or wake you up himself. He technically wanted to do neither but he was an incubus, so he did the one thing that he knew how to do.

Hesitating for a beat, then, Seonghwa's face blossomed a cherry red when he recalled how you had previously informed in a conversation that he had been given explicit permission to have his way with you whenever he pleased.

Feeling the mattress dip beneath his weight, he carefully maneuvered himself onto the mattress to hover above you. Seonghwa, careful and gentle as ever, balanced himself on one hand while lifting the other to brush a few strands of hair out of your face.

Your expression was peaceful as you slept, head tilted slightly to the side, and he couldn't help but coo softly at the sight while he briefly lost himself in his own thoughts.

How would he ever tell you that he had fallen in love with you, someone belonging in a different world...? He had yet to figure it out.

He shook his emotional dilemma off in favor of trailing his lips down from your jaw over your neck and collarbone with slow, deliberate kisses. You stirred slightly with a soft hum, remaining asleep.

Seonghwa’s soft lips attached themselves to your skin to gently suck a marking near your shoulder. Once satisfied, he pulled back and his hands went to free your sleeping form from the blanket it was covered with.

He froze in his tracks for a brief moment, not having expected you to be dressed exclusively in an oversized t-shirt. He bit his lip and toyed with the hem of the piece of fabric that still covered your body before pushing it up to under your breasts for easier access to where he wanted to be.

His hands established a gentle but firm grip on your thighs and parted them for him while he nipped all over the skin of your stomach, trying to distract himself and not turn bright red once more from the realization of your lack of underwear.

Like the gentle man he was, Seonghwa glided his fingertips over your inner thighs with featherlight touches and if it wasn’t for the airy giggle you let out, having known you were rather ticklish, he would have thought you couldn’t feel him at all.

You leaned into his touch slightly out of instinct when his fingers ghosted over your slit to see if you were wet enough to take him -  he knew it could be painfully if either party isn’t aroused to a more than sufficient level. But, to his relief, you were practically dripping, which led him to believe you may have been having a wet dream. Little did he know, you had been in a limbo between asleep and awake ever since his hands first came into contact with your heated skin.

Seonghwa was way too focused on his task to notice your state of half-consciousness, and he didn’t even connect the dots when you mewled out loud after he had discarded his pants and gradually pushed his length into your entrance.

Once he bottomed out, he whined softly as he began to rock his hips into you and it surprised you time and time how gentle he’d start off with you - as if you were a porcelain doll and he was afraid of breaking you - and that you’d always, without fail, remind him that he didn’t have to be, that you could take it.

There was a tenderness in his actions that you couldn’t quite place. You refused to believe that the root of it was love.

It was when his voice went high-pitched with a shaky “N-noona..~” that your eyes flew open, thankful for his lack of focus on you while he moaned softly, your hand blindly fumbling for something under the pillow next to you.

Your fingers finally took hold of and wrapped around the cold metal item, pulling it out from where you hid it until mere seconds ago, and Seonghwa’s hips stuttered slightly when he heard a familiar soft click, but he only snapped his gaze back forward to look at you wide-eyed as he felt a gun barrel pressed to the side of his head.

“Noona, I-”

“Hush, sugar. You’ll be good and listen to every word I say, yeah~?” You smirked up at him as he nodded and let out a desperate whine of affirmation.

It was a peculiar kink of him to have to want to call you noona, you mused, considering that he was a century old creature and you physically would not be able to top that as a human being. But you figured that it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him, considering that no one in his past seemed to have done so based on his delight when you complied and agreed.

Whimpers from the man above you pulled you back into the present reality as you watched him struggle to keep up a rhythm with the gun pressed to his head. You cooed at how good of a job he was doing regardless, “Such a good boy, fucking noona good just how he knows she likes it...~”

Seonghwa cried out, his face flushed because of how he submissive he acted, contrary to how he usually at least tried to appear to be.

“Mhm, my pretty babyboy figured he could use my body for his own pleasure, similar to how the rest of his kind does hm~? It’s cute, really.” You purred, unable to stop a moan from slipping from your lips while your grip on the loaded gun tightened slighly, although you made sure to keep your fingers away from the trigger just in case.

“You make noona feel so good, sugar, just like you’re meant to...~” You smiled up at Seonghwa with a so obviously deceiving sweetness that made his pouty lips tremble slightly, a few strands of his messy hair sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead.

You knew the telltale signs of when he was about to cum, your first trist with the demon having been what felt like years ago although it only lied back a few months.

“I-I... Noona, ‘m already close...~” He panted softly above you, causing you to coo as he twitched inside of you, a smile tugging at you lips.

“Mhm I can tell, baby~ You can hold it in for a little longer for noona, no?” Your voice carried a lilt as you hummed and it unsettled Seonghwa that he couldn’t quite place it, but he nodded eagerly nonetheless, not willing to even so much as risk disappointing you.

“Y-yeah!” He gasped softly when you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even deeper inside of you, your back arching as you did so, “Good boy...~ Oh fuck, right there-”

You hissed lowly under your breath, having unintentionally pushed the tip of your lover’s cock right into the spot that would make you come undone. Seonghwa whined loudly and desperately above you as he continued his almost frenzied thrusts into your heat, his head thrown back and his body on the verge of overstimulation when you found your climax around his length.

It was convenient for him to be so well-endowed, you mused, since he was able to hit the most pleasurable spots deep inside of you with ease.

“P-please noona, I-I can’t-”

“Cum, Seonghwa.”

And just like that, with two simple words, he let go and released himself inside of you, a soft moan drifting from you at the feeling of warmth spreading through your body.

Seonghwa panted softly as he slowly came down from his high, reaching to caress your cheek as if in a trance while you dropped the hand holding the gun onto a pillow next to the two of you before letting go of the item entirely.

Having caught your breath, you nudged him to roll over, which he willingly did after carefully pulling out of you.

You turned to face him, tenderly threading a hand through his hair as he pouted at you.

“Y/n-”

“Shh, I know Hwa. I should get cleaned up... but I’m too tired, so I’ll just shower in the morning.” You smiled reassuringly, to which he relaxed as well and wordlessly wrapped his arm around you to pull you close and cuddle you.

“Happy birthday...~” You murmured before drifting off, leading Seonghwa to coo softly at you in endearment as he held you close to himself protectively.

You were truly the only gift he could ever want and need.

When you woke up the next morning, it was in an entirely different position than the one you fell asleep in. Shifting in your bed, you realized that your supernatural companion had cleaned both himself and you in the night before making sure to dress you appropriately so you wouldn’t be cold.

You found your gun on the nightstand next to you a few moments after, along with a small note Seonghwa must’ve written in a hurry if the handwriting on it was anything to go by.

‘Thought I’d allow myself to clean you up so you could stay under your comfy blankets a little longer. Hope you don’t mind :)’

There were a few hearts scribbled all over the piece of paper, and your head fell back against your pillow with a knowing smile and a happy sigh.

You were glad the incubus seemed to reciprocate your feelings, and you’d be sure to tell him so when he would return.

“I love you too, Hwa.”

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

pendulum, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: A month after a messy breakup, Min Yoongi finds himself at a party he didn’t want to be at, trying to forget about you. And there you are, obviously trying to forget about him. Then your eyes meet, both knowing how this is going to end up, but hating every second of it.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, alcohol consumption; angst; hate sex (fem reader, fingering, pussy spanking, penetrative sex); resolution(?); non-idol!AU; multiple POV

technically, you can think of it as whoever/you or whoever/OC, but it was written with Yoong in mind, because he is always on my mind

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They stared at each other from across the room. People walked past them, oblivious to the sudden tension. The music was so loud that the house seemed to throb with bass. It was already a few hours into the party and things were already out of hand. Everyone was drinking, dancing, or making out. But not them. They were staring at each other from across the room, breathless.

She was in tiny, tight red dress. Her hair was wild, eyes smoky and dark. He could almost taste the red lipstick on her plump lips. He was wearing a half-open black dress shirt and black slacks. His black hair was styled for once, revealing half of his forehead. Both knew the other’s intent instantly. She glared at him but they both knew it meant nothing.

He crossed the room first, grabbing her arm and jerking her towards him. He could smell the alcohol on her breath despite the slight fruitiness of it.

“You never come to these things.” It wasn’t a question.

“Neither do you.” She was letting him grab her otherwise she would have punched him by now.

He narrowed his eyes. “I thought you didn’t like this kind of stuff.”

“I don’t.”

He changed the subject. “Why are you dressed to fuck?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why are you?”

They stared at each other in silence. It was almost annoyingly loud around them.

“It’s been a month,” she hissed.

“I told you it was a misunderstanding. I said I was sorry.”

She ripped her arm from his grip. Her eyes flashed with bristled anger. He looked her up and down. She was still beautiful. He felt the regret but there wasn’t much he could do about it now. He reached out and laced his fingers with hers. He watched her eyes follow his action, her mouth open slightly in surprise.

“One more time.”

Her dark eyes rose and found his. The anger dissipated, replaced by an unknown emotion. She looked like she wanted to strangle him and cry on him at the same time. They were both somewhere they didn’t want to be, pressured by others to let loose, find someone else, stop moping, and move the fuck on. He held her hand tightly, steeling his resolve. It always would end up like this.

After what seemed like forever, she finally spoke.

“One more time,” she echoed.

She squeezed his hand. He turned and led her through the throng of people, pushing them aside. Most of them didn’t even notice. He didn’t let go of her hand. She caught a few surprised looks and a few knowing ones as she followed him up the stairs. It didn’t matter. Everyone knew but no one said anything.

They found an empty room and he locked the door after them. Immediately he turned around and pushed her against the door, kissing her in the dark. She could feel the music through the walls as her back pressed against the door. His lips were soft, but his kiss was rough and heated. She could taste the alcohol, mostly whiskey. She felt her hand reach up and grip his shirt, pulling him closer. He smelled like pine and musk. Her other hand reached up and gripped his black hair, pulling it back roughly and forcing him to break the kiss.

“I hate you.”

He smirked, slight traces of red on his lips. Moonlight filtered through the window. His tongue slid out from between his lips and wiggled in the air. His eyes were so dark that the brown seemed to be black. He reached over and flipped the light switch. She promptly reached over and turned the lights off.

“You’re being a brat.” She could feel his breath on her neck when he spoke.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

He chuckled and his hands travelled down to her thighs, stroking the bare skin.

“Who’s the tiny dress for?”

Her face flushed. She hoped he couldn’t see it in the dark. “The guy I was going to pick up tonight.”

He dug his nails into her skin and dragged them down her thigh, making her shiver. She could feel her panties becoming wet. She could hear him lick his lips.

“How unfortunate that we ran into each other. No one will see you now.”

She felt him push the hem of her dress up her buttocks.

“Hmph, I doubt you’ll be satisfying enough so I’m sure I’ll have to find someone else.”

He laughed sardonically. “I don’t think you believe your own words.” She felt him lean forward and lick her neck. Her entire body jumped. She cursed it silently. His smiled against her skin. His hands kneaded her ass, playing with the hem of her panties.

“What about you?” She poked his chest. “You think anyone wants to see this pale chest of yours?”

His lips came close to her ear. “You do.”

She shut her eyes. “I don’t. This is just charity work.”

“Uh huh.”

One of his hands travelled to her inner thigh and he held it there. He felt her squirm in his arms. He raised his head and chuckled, making her freeze in her movement. She felt so soft in his arms. There was no body he wanted more than hers. He didn’t move. He felt her breathing hard, her muscle tense in impatience. She finally opened her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” she finally hissed. “You forget what to do?”

The side of his mouth cocked upwards. “Didn’t seem like you wanted it that bad.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her panties, her back arching as she felt his fingers through the thin fabric. He felt his cock twitch as his fingers touched the soaking wet lace. They left little to the imagination. He still didn’t move. It took all of his self-control not to move.

“Of course I want it,” she whispered, her tone softening. “Why else do you think I’m in this dark bedroom of some guy’s house at this shitty party with you right now?”

He placed his free hand on her chin and lifted it up. He gazed into her eyes, glassy with lust. He pressed his fingertips against her core and circled them slowly, sliding the fabric along her skin, becoming hard as he heard the slick wetness of her mound. She bit her lip, staring back at him. He took her hand in his free one and pinned it against the door, holding it up above her head.

“You know I will never want another body besides yours,” he murmured softly.

She didn’t say anything, just chewed on her lip as she kept eye contact with him. With a flick of his finger, he pushed her panties aside and slid one inside her. She moaned, feeling him rub her walls, his knuckles against her opening. His lips parted, seeing her wanton expression. He slid another finger inside her, feeling her tense at the added thickness. She panted softly, her heart racing.

“Move for me,” he commanded.

She did, bucking her hips into his hand. Her eyes closed. She began to grind into his hand, moving faster, panting with effort. He could feel her juices sliding down his hand. She tightened around his fingers and he moaned, feeling her close in on her climax.

“Stop.”

She stopped moving her hips, looking annoyed. He pressed he wrist against the door, bringing his face close to hers. He smirked, looking mischievous.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.”

He pushed his fingers into her roughly, making her yelp. He moved fast and hard, turning her gasps into moans, her free hand gripping his shirt as he fingered her, making wet loud slapping sounds. Her back arched and she pressed her head against the wall, letting out a loud cry as she came. He felt her muscles tighten and clench around his fingers satisfyingly. He grinned, watching her chest heave as she came down from her ecstasy.

He pulled his hand out of her, holding it up to show her. She looked away. He smirked and put his fingers in his mouth. Her sweet taste coated his tongue, making him sigh in satisfaction. She caught his eye and shook her head. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, licking his lips. He released her hand from the door. With both hands he reached down and ripped her lace panties apart.

“What the fuck?”

He dropped the torn pieces of fabric, drawing his hands back quickly.

“Oops. Guess I’ll have to pay for those,” he said absentmindedly, pulling her close to him.

“Fuck yeah you will, I can’t believe–”

He pressed his body against hers, making her gasp. She felt his clothed muscled thigh against her wetness. He held her chin with one hand, his lips close to hers. She felt her heart pound in her throat, unable to speak at their sudden closeness.

“What a shame,” he growled, “Guess I’ll have to take you home after this. You can’t walk around like this after all.” He chuckled, sending a shudder down her spine. “Not that you’ll be able to walk after I’m done with you.”

He turned her around forcefully and unzipped her dress, pulling it up and off her body. She struggled out of it, her hair looking even wilder as she tossed it aside. He undid her bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked and only in her heels. He pressed her against the door, making her gasp as her nipples touched the cold wood. He spread her legs with his knee so she was in an awkward position, slightly bent over with her ass in the air, her pussy open and quivering. He stepped back and grinned at the sight.

“Don’t move.”

“You’re a jerk.”

He stroked himself through his pants, licking his lips. “If you don’t like this anymore, then just tell me.”

She didn’t say anything. His cock was threatening to burst out of his pants, but he let it be. Instead, he reached forward and rubbed her clit softly, making her moan and become wetter. He flicked her clit and she cried out, hips bucking but quickly righting herself, hands flat against the door. He removed his hand and smacked her pussy, making a loud wet sound. She moaned, fingers curling and nails digging into the wood. He slapped it again, making her entire body shake with pleasure. He knew she was biting her lip to muffle her screams, but he could hear them in her throat as he slapped her clit and pussy over and over, making his hand wet and slick with her juices, her skin inflamed with lust.

He stopped, seeing her entire body shaking as she clung onto the door for support. He reached down and spread the lips open with difficulty. He could feel her hips quivering, her muscles clenching around nothing. He used his thumb and rubbed her clit hard. She pressed her cheek against the door and let out a long drawn-out wail as she came, her pussy making wet sucking sounds as it convulsed, liquid sliding down her thighs, making him lose his grip.

He held her hips up as she panted, fingers spreading out slowly as she leaned against the door for her support. He wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her to the bed. She couldn’t fight him. He laid her down, spreading her legs wide as he did so. He placed a hand on her pussy. He felt it throb against his palm.

“Fuck, you’re still so good.”

He laughed, pulling off his shirt. “Why would I become bad?”

She shrugged, running a hand through her hair. “Lack of practice?”

He unbuckled his belt and she turned her head to watch. He cocked an eyebrow and unbuttoned his slacks lazily. He reached into his pocket and held up a condom.

“Oh, so you came prepared.”

“Of course.”

He smirked, unzipping his pants and pushing them down his legs to step out of them. He resisted the urge to call her ‘love’ or any of his previous pet names. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by reminding her or himself of their past relationship right now. He took his underwear off and tossed it aside. He opened the foil packet and put it on before he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs.

He looked up at her and made eye contact. Her nipples were hard, perky with arousal. She bit her lip in anticipation. Slowly, he pushed himself inside, breathing heavily as he felt her hot, wet warmth cover him.

“You’re so tight.”

Her lips curved upwards. “That’s what you get. I’ll make you cum in five seconds.”

His eye twitched. She was doing it on purpose, clenching around him as he pushed inside.

“We’ll see about that.”

He pulled out slowly before pushing back in. He reached down and rubbed her nipples between his fingers, moving frustratingly slowly for her. Her hands clenched the sheets, feeling his large cock push in and out of her. He filled her perfectly, pressing all the way up when he was fully inside her. No one made her feel the same way he did. No one else fucked her with the same measured control. Sex with others was always desperate, fleeting, one-night stands she instantly regretted afterward. Her whole body was on fire, overstimulated from the roughness earlier.

“Fuck, give me more,” she finally growled, bucking her hips up to meet his.

He let go of her breasts. “Raise your legs.”

She placed her legs of his shoulders and he placed his hands on either side of her, folding her in half as he loomed over her, her thighs pressing together and making her even tighter.

“Scream as much as you want, but tell me every time you orgasm.”

He didn’t give her time to respond before he rammed into her. She gasped, breathing his name reflexively. The sound of her voice softly moaning his name made his heart jump, but he ignored it. He focused on pounding her into the bed, making the entire bedframe shake as he thrust into her again and again. She grabbed the pillows and clung onto them as he thrust into her, hips slapping into each other furiously. He felt so good, so hard, so rough, just the way she liked it, just the way she wanted from him. He made her heart race with the focused intensity of his gaze, the way he smirked each time she breathlessly stated she was about to cum. She threw her head back into the pillows and moaned, her pussy throbbing as she came over and over, making him shut his eyes and breathe deeply to deny his own orgasm.

“You’re so fucking good,” she hissed, her legs becoming numb with the constant pounding.

His breathing was ragged and irregular.

“Remember my cock every time you let another man inside this dirty pussy,” he snarled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, making her eyes roll back into her head with pleasure.

Her hands were clutching the sheets so hard that they were white. At this point she was losing her mind with ecstasy, her words becoming nonsense in her ears.

“As if I can remember anything else,” she panted, her heart pounding in her ears. “Fuck, cum for me, please, please, fuck me hard and cum for me.” Her back arched and she screamed as she came again, her pussy clenching around him. He gritted his teeth. She made eye contact, her chest heaving, her voice a breathless whisper.

“You already know you own this pussy.”

Her words made his heart leap into his throat. He lost control for just a second and it was enough. His orgasm washed over him, overwhelming him with pleasure as he groaned, eyes closing and arms shaking. His cock twitched inside her. Every nerve seemed to spark with electricity.

When it finally passed, he opened his eyes. They stared at each other, panting. He looked into her dark eyes and she looked into his. It was suddenly a vulnerable moment, as if both of them had realized they had fucked on an unknown bed at a wild house party neither of them wanted to come to, a month after their tumultuous breakup.

He was the first to look away and let her legs go, letting them slide down onto the bed. He pulled out, tugging the condom off and hunting for a trash can. As he looked around, she stared at the ceiling, legs aching, heart racing. She had wanted it to happen. She knew it was going to happen. And she didn’t feel like shit afterward, much to her dismay. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to remember she was better off without him. But she wasn’t.

He sat on the edge of the bed and lay down next to her, breathing deeply. He had hoped, maybe, just maybe, this last fuck was going to be unsatisfying. Maybe he could move on to someone else. A month ago, she had caught him with another girl in his lap, another girl trying to kiss him. Her instant explosive anger had let to a vicious fight. Words had cut deep.

“This was a waste of time,” she breathed.

“Yeah.”

They were both lying through their teeth and they knew it.

They lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling. He reached down and found her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. The music kept going. Outside, the world moved on without heed to their existence.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

She didn’t say anything.

“I know it’s pointless. I could and would love you until the end of time and I could never fix what’s broken between us. And you could move on and break my heart every day but I still love you.”

She finally turned her head away and squeezed his hand.

“Just shut up,” she said tersely. More silence. He stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his brain.  Unexpectedly, she spoke up.

“I love you too, you know. You and I are a fucking disaster right now, but I guess it can’t be that bad, considering we’re in some random guy’s bed right now.”

He laughed, raspy and relieved. “Sucks to be this guy.”

She snorted. “He’s lucky. This will be the best action this bed will ever witness.”

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#yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi x you #min yoongi x you #bts smut

[baepsaesbae]

Office Hours

Pairing— Kim Namjoon x female reader

Genre— Smut, pwp, college au

Warnings— Inappropriate student/professor relationship, fingering, spanking, oral (male), dirty talk

Word count— ~3k

Summary— You visit your professor’s office hours to seek some help

A/N— Happy Birthday Namjoon! Fun fact: this story was the first time I ever attempted to write smut. Huge thank you to @taemaknae for making this pretty banner for me! Enjoy~

It’s just for the grade. Just for the grade. The words paced back and forth across your mind in the same chaotic motions that your own emotions took on. You made your way up the steps of the history hall, towards Professor Kim’s office. All your nerves were hyper aware of the surrounding and each step was deafening, threatening to pop your eardrums. The nervousness of it all flushed your cheeks with a warm glow that slowly grew into an uncontrollable forest fire.

And then it all climaxed as you stood at the closed door of Professor Kim’s office. Your heart skipped and sputtered and protested, but you vowed to push onward. It was just a meeting with a professor. No biggie, you tried to reassure yourself.

But the little angel on your right shoulder (the one you had always ignored up until now), whispered in your ear about how you got yourself into this predicament. Y/n, the social butterfly and socialite-to-be, was, admittedly, a flirt. Of course, this had always gotten you into predicaments that often left more to be desired, but they always resolved themselves. Besides, if you couldn’t concoct a solution for yourself, your parents always helped out their little. They both came from money so old the corners of the bills were fraying. But this time was different; this time you bit off more than you could chew. This time your parents wouldn’t be there to bail you out.

It all started the same way as always: with you being the ever flamboyant ___ and locking your eyes on the target of your next fling. Professor Kim Namjoon was a young professor, one with the worn down charm of an old bike, and he had just started teaching at your university. His hair was dark and fell in delicate waves, and his face was charmingly disheveled by the cute glasses he always wears. You knew since the first day of class that he would be your newest toy, and what’s more? You were tired of the boys your age.

Now, you were here, three months later, facing the door that led to the mess you created. Just for a grade. Your shaky hand knocked a nervous knock, one that begged the person on the other side to not open the door.

“Come in,” you heard his voice from the other side of the door.

God dammit why did I do this to myself? you thought. Although you had been quite flirty with Professor Kim ever since the semester started, any romantic interactions with him had all been just a fantasy. Well, romantic OR sexual interactions.

You put on your best smile in an attempt of exuding false confidence before opening the door. Once inside the office, you locked eyes with Professor Kim. He was wearing a light blue button up shirt with a cute tie that had a colorful paisley pattern. His black glasses were simple but only added to his charm. You began to wonder who chose the tie, whether it was him or maybe a significant other when your train of thought was interrupted.

“Ah, Miss ___. How are you? I assume you’re here to ask about the final paper? Please, sit down,” Professor Kim flashed you a smile. It was the type of smile that would have women of all ages swooning.

“Ah yes! I uh, have a rough draft that I wanted to review with you. If you have the time. I’m not sure if I’m addressing the prompt properly. I think I had an issue with that on the last essay,” you began to explain.

“Of course we can do that. Office hours are specifically set aside for students anyway. Whether that be for academic purposes or...other things…” his voice suddenly got lower and dropped off before he continued with his usual cadence, “Anywho, let’s take a look at your paper!”

You nodded and tried not to pay any mind to his odd remark. You chalked it up to him just not knowing how to end his sentence. You whipped out a printed rough draft and slid it over to Professor Kim. You found it more beneficial to make revisions on physical paper. You both sat in silence as he began to read your essay.

After what felt like the larger portion of a decade, Professor Kim’s eyes rose from the paper to meet yours, and they were murky with a mixture of amusement and something a bit darker. Your heart skipped as you scanned the dark brown pools for confirmation that what you had read in his eyes was a brewing lust.

“Miss ___, you have a fine craft for writing history papers don’t you?” his lips tugged at the corners into a charming half grin, “Have you written anyone’s papers for them for profit?”

You let out a breathy laugh that betrayed your false confidence, “Um, sir?”

He chuckled, “Just messing with ya. Lighten up, Miss ___.”

Again, you let out a breathy laugh and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, an annoying habit you had picked up when you were nervous (though it was rare anyone ever saw you nervous).

“S-sorry, sir,” you wanted to kick yourself for being such a wuss in front of him. I am ___, and I’m not supposed to lose my nerves!

Before you could collect your feelings, you felt your heart chase up your throat when Professor Kim suddenly leaned in and the distance between you two went from close to very close. You could smell the light musk of his cologne, a lovely scent that folded itself into a strange warmth in your chest.  Perhaps it was Aqua di Gio? A man of taste, you noted to yourself.

“You’re quite the social butterfly in lecture, and yet here you are stuttering,” he chuckled, his eyes betrayed nothing except a shadow of lust. You could almost see your own nestled desire in your reflection on his glasses. “Tell me, ___. Why are you really here? Surely, an excellent writer like yourself wouldn’t need my guidance on such an elementary paper?”

As if his direct confrontation wasn’t enough to send you into a frenzy, Namjoon’s hand shot out to tap the tip of your nose teasingly. You felt your lips part, in an unconscious expectation for him to run his fingers along them. He didn’t, but you could hear him chuckle again.

“I’m not quite sure,” you spoke, and as you continued to speak, you felt your confidence- your real confidence- sink back in, “I just thought it would be...entertaining. One for the books?” You even allowed a single eyebrow to make its way up, challenging him.

Professor Kim leaned in even closer, until his lips almost (but not quite) brushed your ear, “Go make sure the door is locked, Miss ___.” His breath was warm, and the musk of his cologne grew stronger, caressing you invitingly, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to reject it.

Slowly, you stood up from your seat to the door before turning the lock with a quick, deliberate movement. Your breath came in quick bursts, your legs pressed together tightly as you made your way back to the desk, and, for the first time since entering his office, your face slowly cracked into a slight, sly smile.

Professor Kim was leaning back in his chair, as if the situation hadn’t taken a turn at all. His calm demeanor put you on edge, especially when he beckoned you over to him with one finger. You arched a brow and smirked at his boldness, but nonetheless made your way to him. Raising the stakes, you plopped into his lap, straddling one of his thighs.

“Did I say sit down, Miss ___?” Professor Kim’s voice was deeper now, and the light aura about him had vanished.

You were taken by surprise and didn’t know how to react. Before you could reply, Professor Kim leaned in to whisper in your ear, “From now on, you'll do as you’re told, understand? Only good girls get rewarded.”

That sent chills down your spine. All the boys that you’ve been with before had tried to put on a dominant act. Some of them were more convincing than others, but none of them were as authentic as this. Your excitement grew and you became cheeky because of it.

“What if I wanna be a bad girl?” you teased, trying to place a kiss on Professor Kim’s neck.

“Then you can get the fuck out of my office,” Professor Kim said abruptly, and pushed you off his lap. Stumbling backwards before running into the desk, you were shocked again. You realized you had never met anyone like Kim Namjoon before, and he wasn’t going to put up with your antics. You were helplessly at his mercy, and you couldn’t be more turned on.

“Turn around and bend over,” Professor Kim commanded with a new edge to his voice. You did as you were told, thanking god that you chose to wear a seemingly innocent dress with red lacy underwear that day. From Namjoon’s angle, you were sure he could see everything. You heard Professor Kim click his tongue as he got up from his chair. He leaned over you and whispered into your ear, “You’re such a naughty thing. You think I don’t notice the skimpy outfits you wear to class? All the innocent little bends you do when you ‘accidentally’ drop something? I think I’m going to have to discipline you to act properly in class. I will not be disrespected in my own classroom, do you understand? Outside of class, however, you can act however you please.”

“Yes Professor Kim. Punish me however you like,” you decided to play along looking back at him with a smile. The smile didn’t last for long, as you felt a hard slap on your ass that stung like hell. You let out a loud gasp.

“I’m not playing around. I’ll be the one calling the shots, Miss ___. You can call me ‘Sir’ from now on, Professor Kim is too long, it’ll be hard to scream it out later,” Professor Kim landed another hard blow on your ass. You let out another whimper. Usually, you love getting your ass slapped, but no one has ever done it like this before. A few seconds pass another slap echoed throughout the room. The pain was starting to mix with pleasure.

“You didn’t answer me, Miss ___. I do not like being ignored,” Professor Kim admonished.

“I’m sorry, sir. Yes sir you will be calling the shots from now on,” you quickly responded. As good as the spanks were starting to feel, you would have preferred a more tender touch.

“Good girl. What do you want me to do now? You want me to touch you?” Professor Kim said with a deep sultry voice. His voice alone had you soaking through your panties. All you could do was whine in response and sway your hips in Namjoon’s direction. Namjoon chuckled at your reaction as he slipped off your panties.

“Already so wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet. Is this what you’ve been wanting all semester?” Professor Kim questioned.

“Yes, oh my god yes. Please sir, just touch me already!” you couldn’t help but cry out; you were dying from the anticipation. Without warning, you felt your professor rubbing your clit in circular motions. The sensation was pleasurable but left you wanting more. Moaning, you tried to push your hips closer to Professor Kim.

“Oh you want more? This isn’t good enough?” Professor Kim teased, slipping a finger into you. You gasped at the feeling, as Professor Kim pumped in and out of you slowly. Professor Kim took note at how easily he slipped his finger inside, as you were dripping for him.

“Do you think you can handle two fingers, princess?” Professor Kim asked, keeping his pace agonizingly slow.

“Please! Please I need more,” you begged.

“What a greedy girl,” Professor Kim growled, adding another finger in. His pace quickened at an alarming rate, curling his fingers at just the right spot. With each pump, he hit your sweet spot and soon you was having a hard time keeping quiet. Your whimpers turned into moans that were mixed in with your increasing panting. Namjoon listened to you and took your rapid panting as a signal to go faster.

“Oh my fuck. Oh god. Yes, right there,” you moaned out as you were reaching your climax.

“Do you deserve to cum?” Professor Kim asked without slowing his pace.

“Yes sir PLEASE I’m gonna- ahhhhh,” your body jerked involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed throughout your entire body. Despite your cries, Professor Kim kept up the same pace, helping you ride out your orgasm. Afterwards, Professor Kim helped you into his chair. You looked up innocently at him before sweetly saying, “I’m ready for round 2, sir.”

Namjoon, who stood over you in his towering stature, allowed his face to betray a grin of delight, and he leaned in, placing a hand on each side of the arm rests. You didn’t even flinch as Namjoon established a dominating stance, but rather you teasingly leaned in and pressed your lips to his neck, just below his jaw.

This motion elicited a soft growl from Namjoon, and he grabbed you by the arms and gently pulled you up from the chair. His face was beginning to lose the structure and reserved nature that it had been carefully maintaining, and his eyes became dark with greed and lust. He loosened his button up from its tucked state in his trousers before beginning to undo the belt.

You caught on quickly with what he was about to do, and you took a kneeling position on the carpet. You looked up at him expectantly with your signature devious smile, and you were surprised at how pleased he was when his eyes narrowed in response.

“Look at you, Miss ___. Keep smiling cos in a few minutes you won’t be,” he threatened, “I’m going to shut that dirty mouth of yours up. God, your lips were meant to do that weren’t they?” He reached down and roughly moved his thumb over your plump, parted lips.

Namjoon finished up undoing his trousers, and he finally said, “Open your mouth, Miss ___.”

You obeyed without a word this time, because for some reason you were so eager to see his face wrinkle in pleasure. There was this burning need to please him that you had never felt in any other lukewarm hookup you had previously. Namjoon gently released his erection, and you were left to admire its length. But before too long, he slipped into your open mouth, and you could feel its warmth and texture. Experience kicked in, and your hands moved expertly over his erection. Your tongue played at his tip, and you watched as his face that was always so charming yet reserved crumpled into one of sheer pleasure.

You couldn’t help but smile as your mouth moved along his cock, and Namjoon responded by growling through quick breaths, “God, your mouth feels so good, princess. Keep going.” His hand became entangled into your locks, and he held your hair up to ease your movements. The ego boost of knowing you had this effect on him was a catalyst for you to speed up.

In response, Professor Kim groaned under his breath, and as your pace picked up, his hips began rhythmically moving along with you, driving his erection deeper into your mouth. Your own heart was racing as you felt him nearing his climax, and your face was warm as you felt the wetness from your mouth spilling onto your chin. You felt Namjoon’s grip on your hair tighten as he began to cum, releasing himself into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, as you continued your motions, his body sending rhythmic waves from his release. Through his heavy breathing Namjoon managed to command you, “Swallow.” Finally, he pulled out of your mouth and leaned over you, giving you several light smacks on your cheeks. His lips found yours, and you felt his kisses all over your chin, neck, and cheeks before traveling back to your lips. In that moment, your desire almost toppled over because there wasn’t enough skin, enough spit, or enough of him.

You giggled under his lips, and closed your eyes from the pleasure of his light smacks again. Namjoon then stood up and fixed himself, as much as he could after receiving such marvelous head, and then addressed you again, in a more collected voice, “What do you say, Miss ___?”

“Thank you for cumming in my mouth, sir,” you responded promptly.

He arched an eyebrow, “Getting cheeky are we? If it weren’t for the end of my office hours I would’ve fucked you so hard it would knock that smile of yours off your pretty face.”

You pouted playfully, but there was a sense of urgency as you realized this might be all you would be getting from him, “Are you sure you can’t extend your hours?”

Namjoon smiled amusedly, his face carefully composed again. You knew then that he had the upper hand, and even though you were always used to being the flirt, the girl with men wrapped around Tiffany clad fingers, you yielded control to him.

“I believe your essay could use some extra guidance a different day,” he answered pointedly, “Oh, and Miss ___?”

“Yes, sir?” you perked up at his change in tone.

He tossed you a handkerchief from his trousers, “Clean up a little. We wouldn’t want our little secret out and about would we?”

Published September 11, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

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[barnesbabee]

Can’t Hold Back || P.S

Summary: Let’s just say, he can’t hold back.

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Words: Filled with them

Genre: Smut

⚠ choking, spanking ⚠

A/N: I like writting about Seonghwa, he just, has that vibe y’know. Enjoy xx💖

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   You'd been dating Seonghwa for about two months now, and everything was perfect. You couldn't have chosen a kinder, smarter, more charismatic man if you wanted to. He was so considerate towards you and made sure you were always smiling and laughing. You were especially surprised he'd never made sexual advances in the beginning of your relationship, he wanted to make you feel comfortable.

    Tonight you'd be celebrating your two-month mark and you were nervous. So was Seonghwa, but you didn't know that. You were both nervous about the date, as if it was your first, and you had no idea why. Seonghwa was intimidating when you went out on fancy dates. Seeing him all dressed up and with his hair done... It was a sight to see. 

   Even though you knew Seonghwa would love the way you looked even if you showed up with a sack as a dress, you still wanted to go all out that night. You wanted every girl you passed by to be jealous of you.

   You'd recently bought the perfect outfit for the occasion: a tight black dress with an off-shoulder v neckline, that had little black rhinestones along the waist. The dress itself was simple, but your figure sure brought it to life. You finished off the look with a pair of red lady peep Louboutin shoes Seonghwa had generously bought you for Christmas and a rectangular black satin handbag. You knew Seonghwa loved your lips, so you matched their color to your shoes, swiping a beautiful red shade along them. You didn't want the eyes to steal the show, so you settled for a simple cat-eye.

    The clock hit 7 PM and a knock echoed through your apartment. You hurriedly finished straightening your hair, grabbed your handbag, and opened the door. 

    Seonghwa looked like the only man to ever exist. He had black suit pants and a white button-up shirt tucked inside of the pants with the sleeves rolled up and one of the buttons undone, just the way he knew you loved.

    His eyes scanned you for a second and he bit his lip, before encircling your waist with his arm and kissing your cheek, not wanting to mess up your beautiful lipstick.

   "I'm so fucking lucky."

   You giggled and blushed at his comment. He took your hand on his and you two walked to the restaurant. 

   The dinner was nice, the food was great and the conversation ran smoothlyy, however, there was something different about that night. The conversation seemed... Empty. Not because of the lack of interest, no, but because you two were holding back on what you actually wanted to talk about. Throughout the whole dinner, you and Seonghwa couldn't keep your eyes off of each other, and had you been beside one another, you were sure his hands would be roaming your body. 

    You couldn't stop your eyes from focusing on his slightly exposed chest and from his lips, that he'd occasionally bite, as his eyes stared at your partly exposed breasts pressing against each other. 

     Every time you spoke he would appreciate how beautiful and eye-catching your lips looked, and God he couldn't wait for you to get out of there.

   Once the bill was paid, instead of taking your hand, Seonghwa grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him.

   "The boys are gonna be out until late today, what if we hang out a little in my flat?" He asked.

   You were a nervous wreck. You'd never been alone with him like that, and you didn't want to mess it up and be awkward. You nodded nevertheless and you two made your way to his apartment. There was an obvious tension between the two of you, a good type of tension, that your boyfriend didn't try to hide once you arrived home.

    He put a movie playing for the two of you, but his eyes were rarely ever on the tv. Rather, they lingered on your thighs, your chest, your lips... He wanted to take you right there and then. Pin you against the wall and make you scream his name so loud someone would file a noise complaint. 

   Just these thoughts made him hard, and the pants he was wearing became uncomfortable and he struggled not to think about your naked body. He'd never done it with you before, and he wasn't really sure if you had ever done it at all, so he didn't want to take you by surprise or be too rough, Seonghwa wanted to make it memorable.

    He placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it, while his other hand reached for the remote and turned the tv off. You looked at him, confused, but the expression on his face said everything: glistening, lust-filled eyes and a needy lip bite as he scanned your body. 

   "Seonghwa?" You called.

    He kissed your cheek, then the spot below your ear, and finally, your neck. One of his hands went up to your face and caressed it with his thumb.

   "You look so gorgeous..." He whispered.

    He cheekily bit down on your neck and your breath hitched at that. His lips then met yours, in a sweet yet passionate kiss. You took the opportunity to surprise him, grabbed the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.

    "Do you want this Y/N?" He asked.

    You bit your lip and nodded, never letting go of the back of his neck.

   "Are you sure?" 

   Seonghwa wanted to make sure he wasn't pushing you to do anything and that you felt comfortable. You giggled at his cuteness.

    "Are you going to make me beg for it?"

     He needed no other confirmation. The man pulled you onto his lap, so you'd be straddling him and kissed you intensly, and carried you to his bedroom, where he laid you on the bed.

    His hips rolled down onto yours and you could feel how incredibly hard he was already. 

   "I'm going to go slow, if you ever think I'm going too hard tell me to stop, alright?"

    "Okay." You told him and bit your lip.

   This man never ceased to amuse you...

   You watched as he took off his shirt, displaying a beautiful, well-defined golden chest. His hands parted your thighs so he could comfortably settle between them. Seonghwa's lips worked on your exposed chest that he seemed to adore so much as his hands slowly pulled your dress up your body. He backed away for a second so he could take the piece of clothing completely off of you and stared at your body. 

   Fuck, the matching black lace underwear was getting to him.

   He was careful, nevertheless, always keeping his cool. You felt a little exposed, but wanted to give him something more. As he was contemplating the view you reached back and unclasped your strapless bra, letting it fall somewhere. 

   You could swear you saw the look on his face change, but you didn't mind it. He groaned at the sight and immediately attacked your breasts, massaging one while licking and kissing around the other. 

    Your hand traveled down his body, appreciating every single of his curves, until it reached his pants’ button. You undid it, along with the zipper, and allowed your hand to play with his hard-on through his boxers.

    He moaned into your skin, sending pleasant vibrations to your body. Seonghwa mimicked your actions, but he went a step ahead and pulled down your panties.

    One finger of his entered you, and you moaned at the sensation. Seonghwa moved his mouth, to give your other nipple the same attention whilst adding a second finger in you. His long fingers already had you moaning, and you couldn't help but wonder what his cock would do to you.

    "Please Seonghwa, I-I want you."

    "Don't say it like that..." He growled and stopped all his movements.

    "Like that, how?" You asked, confused.

    He raised his head, until it was right in front of yours, and his fingers made their way around your neck, applying no pressure however.

    "Like that... Needy, innocent, desperate..."

    "Why?" 

    You were feeling a little scared at his antics, yet excited at what he could do.

     "Because I won't be able to stop myself from all the things I want to do to you."

     "Then try me." You whispered to him.

     He smirked, lust practically dripping from every bit of his face, and applied some pressure to your neck, before pulling away completely to undress himself. 

    "Turn around." 

   You complied, now standing on the bed on all fours, your bare ass facing him. 

    He placed his hands on your waist and pushed into you, slowly, taking all the time he could to appreciate how fucking tight you were.

    "Fuck, you feel so good Y/N..."

   You could only moan in response, loving the way he filled you up. He tried to start slowly, but he just couldn't. After a couple of moderate thrusts, the speed increased substantially, and what seemed to be small whimpers suddenly turned into loud moans. 

    Seonghwa's fingers gripped your waist so tightly that they would end up being marked the next day. He smacked your ass harshly as he tried to reach as deep as possible in you. 

    "I-I think I'm gonna cum Seonghwa..."

   The way his name fell off of your lips nearly made him cum on the spot, but he contained himself, wanting you to come first. He pulled away and turned you around, so he could see your face as you climaxed. 

    Seonghwa entered you once more, harsher if possible. One of his hands gripped your thigh and the other enclosed your neck once more, this time applying a lot of strength. 

    His face displayed so many emotions and you couldn't tell half of them. Desperation, lust, love, hunger... 

    "Cum for me princess, I wanna feel you come all over me."

    As he said that he slapped your thigh, finally triggering your orgasm. You arched your back and yelled Seonghwa's name embarrassingly loud. Seonghwa came immediately after hearing you call for him in such a lewd manner, shamelessly filling you up with his cum.

     As soon as he pulled out of you, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over, so you'd be resting on top of him, your head using his chest as a pillow. He played with your hair and you drew shapes on his bicep with your index finger as you tried to catch your breaths.

    "Are you okay? Did you enjoy it?" Seonghwa asked, afraid he'd gone a bit too far.

   "It was perfect."

   Seonghwa smiled and blushed at your innocent comment.

   "Would you... want to repeat it sometime?"

   You looked up at him and, for a second, he seemed worried about the response. You giggled and kissed the top of his nose.

    "Forever and ever."

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[bthump]

What do you think about the point in the story we are at now? Would you say you like the direction Miura is going in or not? What are the things you dislike about Berserk as it is now?

lol this is hard to answer because it’s so heavily dependent on what happens next. I think we’re at a point where everything could start coming together in a way that really appeals to me or where everything could just fall apart and I’ll have to accept that this is no longer a story I’m particularly interested in.

Though I am slightly leaning towards the former right now, whether that’s based on real evidence or mostly blind optimism I’m not entirely sure lol.

Basically I think it’ll depend on a) whether Moonlight Boy becomes a major motivational plot point or turns out to be more of a red herring or brief inciting factor in the shift to a new arc, and b) whether Guts and the rpg group overcome the imminent challenge they’ll face thanks to their personal growth and friendship or whether it’ll fuck them up.

But the reasons I’m feeling tentatively optimistic right now are:

all the foreshadowing re Guts losing himself to the armour and wreaking some havok, which has to happen at some point lbr

fetus as the focal point of Casca’s traumatic memories and symbolizing her thorn-covered heart, which to me screams sacrifice material, which would be the only thing that could make it time sharing Griffith’s body interesting to me (ie what happens to Griffith if it’s sacrificed?)

I’m gonna link this post because I’m still mostly feeling the basics of this theory, ie Skull Knight and Elfhelm in cahoots plotting to use the behelit to entrap the godhand, at Guts and Casca’s expense. Plus another possible way for Moonlight Boy to come to nothing is if it’s a manipulation of Danann’s.

I think Guts is purposefully being written as emotionally distanced from the rpg group, which is a good sign for the power of friendship not saving him yet, and there are also aspects of Guts+rpg group that parallel Griffith+Hawks in the golden age (eg Farnese’s feelings for Guts being paralleled to Casca’s feelings for Griffith, Guts gaining followers who compare him to fire, etc) which also gives me hope that tragedy will strike.

Miura’s little bait and switch wrt Guts and Casca’s relationship that honestly felt like gentle mockery of people who wanted them to immediately get together lol. Yk Casca getting sent out in a pretty dress to meet Guts complete with romantic double page spread and having a breakdown, then changing into pants and cutting her hair and saying how much better it is, and not being able to look at Guts now.

Also more recently, Guts at a loss now that he’s brought Casca’s sanity back and it didn’t actually solve any of his issues. “The hell do I do now?” “You have reached the end of your journey. It is not always a happy thing.” I’ve been worried for a while that Guts’ complex issues have been dropped and we’re meant to see him taking Casca to Elfhelm as him genuinely growing past them, and that one moment was such a huge relief when I read it lol. It really suggests to me that this sidequest was always about Guts trying to find a distraction to avoid dealing with his actual issues (fear/trauma, insecurity, love/hate feelings for Griffith, regret, etc), and those are going to make a return sooner rather than later.

Miura implying in interviews that we’re not all that close to the end, so there’ll probably be at least one more arc after Elfhelm, which gives me more hope that this whole rpg arc will lead to some amount of narrative-shaking tragedy and we’ll get some interesting stuff after.

this parallel with the climax of the Millenium Falcon arc and my firm belief that it has to come full circle.

other stuff like complex apostle characters, the lost chapter worldbuilding, schierke suggesting that her elemental guardians are holy see angels alongside implications that holy see angels are the godhand. Basically my hopes for worldbuilding that doesn’t boil down to good spirit world vs evil spirit world.

all the little suggestions that NGriff isn’t as emotionless as he’d like to be that have nothing to do with a demon fetus giving a shit about its parents

So I guess my answer is that I do like the direction I hope Miura’s going in, but there’s also enough counter evidence that I may be wrong about that direction.

So some of the things I dislike about Berserk now are:

Moonlight Boy and the Fear that he will derail everything and the plot will soon revolve around, idk, Guts and Casca trying to free their kid’s soul bringing them closer together or some awful shit like that.

Moonlight Boy and the Fear that Miura is actually going to ignore the absolutely incredible foundation he wrote in the Golden Age to support the hints of Griffith’s current capacity for emotion in favour of pinning it all on a magic baby.

I have some lowkey fears that Guts “bleeding” for Casca is gonna be a thing, largely based on me recently re-reading the scene where Farnese gets upset about everything Guts has done for her while bathing her. Like yk, maybe Casca will remember Guts saving her and warm up to him... tho in all honesty I can’t actually think of an example of Guts being the one to save her post-Eclipse lmao, he fucks it up every time. Maybe when he first put on the armour and killed an apostle in front of her or w/e, yk. Some shit like that. Like I can come up with 50 counter arguments but those only work if you accept the basic premise that Berserk will be good, yk?

The fear that we are meant to understand that Guts has overcome most of his flaws throughout the Millenium Falcon/Fantasia arcs and will get a big moment to demonstrate that and overcome the armour or save Casca or whatever.

And less speculatively and more generally, like many people I’m not a fan of the current art style, I think the larger cast on Guts’ side is causing some poor writing and not helping the pacing issues (and tbh I think Berserk is paced fairly well up until the boat stuff), I don’t like the lighter more comedic tone right now bc I got into Berserk for the grimdark vibe and tragedy and characters succumbing to their fatal flaws and making huge mistakes and I miss that a lot. I’m not saying Berserk can’t be light and funny and campy but I prefer that Black Swordsman or Conviction Arc style where it’s offset by a lot of fucked up shit, or Golden Age style where there’s an underlying sense of dread bc we already know shit’s going to go wrong, yk? If shit does get dark soon I might end up being a lot less critical of the current tone on re-read tbf.

So basically to sum up:

hopes: tragedy, character flaws that haven’t been dealt with yet coming home to roost, Moonlight Boy becomes a non-issue.

fears: power of friendship staves off tragedy, slower gtsca romance, moonbaby affects plot and emotions, guts’ flaws get brushed under the rug instead of fucking him over

I can argue that the former makes a lot more sense than the latter, but I’ve been burned a lot in my life and I know a lot of fans would argue the latter makes more sense than the former so yk, everyone has their biases including me and idk how blinded I am by those biases lol.

Anyway ty for asking!

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[redridinnghood]

Shitty Day | Rafe x Reader 🌺

~ Warnings: smut, some Curse Words

Rafe hated (Y/N). And (Y/N) hated Rafe that was actually not a secret. Rafe would always try to get under her skin. Provoking her, so she would snap. And she would just cold-heartily ignore his attempts. She knew he wanted her to be angry and therefore she acted like she didn´t care what made him even more angry. For (Y/N) Rafe was just another rich stuck up Kook kid.

There was at another Boneyard party. Kind of typical. But you would still go. Because the Day at Work sucked your bosses wife yelled at you simply for existing, insisting that your boss had to kick you out. And he did. Then your Car broke Down. To say your Day was Shitty was an understatement.

So you decided to get wasted and have a got time. You were sitting with your Cup near the Water. It´s not that you didn´t have Friends, you had plenty. But you just wanted to be alone. You were wrong thinking that you deserved one evening of. One evening just for yourself as Rafe came towards you.

“Hey Low life you already Drunk?” he said mockingly. You just looked at him smiling sweetly. “Hello Rafe nice to see you too.”  He grimaced at your sugar coated words. He crouched down in front of you. “You know what they say at figure eight? That you fucked your Boss and his Wife found out.”  “Shut the fuck up Rafe!” you stated angry. You weren´t in the mood for this. Especially since the alcohol loosened you and your emotions. “Finally the little Slut said something” He said softly laying a finger under your Chin. “So how’s your business going Whore? Or should I say Homewrecker.” He chuckled lightly amused at his own whole knew level. Before you could register anything you slapped him hard. His eyes widened. “Never call me like that again you little piece of Shit!” you shoved him hard so he fell backwards landing with a thud on the sand. Immediately you straddled his Waist. He closed his eyes expecting you to punch him. But you didn´t you shocked both of you when your Lips crashed on his. He responded the Kiss real Quick. His one hand found his place on your Lower Back and his second Hand was holding your neck. You had on hand on his Chest and the other one on the Sand to support your weight. You moaned slightly and his tongue slid in to your Mouth. The Kiss started to heat up even more. A fight between your tongue´s for Dominance.  Your hand was slowly going down to the Rim of his pants. And he made a strangled groan as you touched his member. Softly gliding over his tip. You broke the kiss you both panted heavily. “You know we should probably head somewhere.” You looked at him with Angel Eyes. He nodded giving you a sweet peck on the Lips which you didn´t expected. “Sure, you know my car?” he asked. “Yeah” “ Okay lets meet there in five minutes.” You just nodded and got up. The loss of contact with your skin made him whine a little. You got up and walked to your Friends Saying your Goodbyes. They understood that you wanted to go home after a rough Day like this.

Rafe headed to Topper and Kirk. Also saying goodbye earning a weird look as they just arrived at the Party and he haven’t even drunk something.

(Y/N) was leaning against the black Volvo. Rafe approached her by wrapping his arms around her waist and they shared another heated kiss until Rafe motioned to her to get in. She shoot him a questioning Look. “I haven’t Drunken anything.” She just nodded not in the mood for arguing she got in the Car. He was a good driver and there were good music softly playing. (Y/N) laid her Hand on his Thigh earning a sweet sigh and a quick glance. But they didn´t spoke to each other. Slowly she made her way up his thigh until they reached tanyhill. She smiled as they got out of the Car following him into the house and up some stairs. They entered a Bedroom.

As soon as he closed the Door he pressed her against it Kissing her again in a rough Manner. Softly he grabbed her Neck tilting her head to the side as he hovered her neck in sloppy kisses. He stopped at her Collarbone biting Harshly and making her pant heavily. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. As he made his Way over to her he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it in a corner. She admired him his well-toned skin. “Liking what you see?” he smirked. “Definitely” She answered honestly and his cheeks gave a light red tint. He hooked his arms around (Y/N) tights pulling her down to the edge of the bed. She giggled a bit and he was stunned by that Sound. Shoving your dress up he looked a few seconds at your panties before ripping them of. Rafe lowered his head between your thighs you could feel his breath on your Folds and you started to breathe heavily. Slowly he inserted a Finger inside of her never breaking eye contact. Making sure he wouldn´t hurt her. (Y/N) let out a shaky moan.  He turned his face biting in her right thigh and sucking leaving a beautiful Hickey. Rafe marked also the other thigh while pumping into you with one of his fingers. Then he lowered his face and started licking you clit while inserting a second Finger in to you. Her back started to arch and her body felt that warm sensation she loved. Changing his tactic on her clit he also sucked and bit lightly on it. Earning a loud moan from her every now and then. “ Rafe.. mmm.. I´m close” she was a moaning mess. But the way she said his name drove him Crazy. He kept goinig until he felt you clench around his Finger and shaking thru your climax. Nearly screaming his name in pure ecstasy. As you finished he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean while you looked at him. He looked so hot doing it.

After you rode out your high you sat up. Getting rid of your Dress. Stretching out your Arm. Grabbing his shorts and pulling him towards you. While you opened his shorts you started kissing his lower abdomen earning a few grunts. Letting the Shorts and Boxer fall to the floor. You wanted to return the affection but he pushed you back on the Bed hovering over you. Kissing you deeply. You could feel his Hard member at your entrance. God you needed to feel him. Breaking the Kiss he looked at you and you stared back. “You good baby girl?” he asked in a husky voice. You nodded. “I need you to say it. Tell me what you want.” He mocked. “I..I need you. Please Rafe.” Your Voice was unsteady and shaking. But you begging him to fuck you was everything he needed to hear as he pushed himself inside of you. You both moaned at the Pleasure. He started trusting in to you with a steady pace. Again He kissed you deeply. (Y/N) laid her Arms around Rafes neck bringin his Body Closer to hers. Leaving sweet kisses on his jaw and his Neck. Bitting down on the side of his Neck sucking until she left there a Beautiful blue and Purple Bruise.  Suddenly he thursted harder and faster into her. It was forceful, it was Rough but oh it was so good for her. As he reached a particular spot in her she made a strangeld noise and clawed herself in to his back. Causing him to grunt The Room was filled with their mixed Moans and the Sound of Skin against. Rafe kissed her one last time deeply before uplift himself on his feet. Changing the ankle which caused him to hit her G-spot perfectly. Her moans grew louder an so did his. with his Right Hand he started to rub circles on her clit matching his pace. He adored the look of pure ecstasy on her face. His left Hand found the Way around her throat gently squezing. He caught the look of suprise on her feature so he quickly wanted to pull his Hand away. but (Y/N) gentlyput her Hand on his, encouraging him to choke her. A Grin spread across his Features. “So you like it Kinky Babygirl?” “AH...MMM... yes”. encouraged by her he moved even faster. Rafe could feel her clench around him. Gripping tightly at his Biceps. “Rafey.. I.. I´m gonna cum..ah..” (Y/N) was Screaming as her eyes roll back. “It´s okay Kitten, I´m close too” Rafe grunted. A few more thrusts and they could feel like they wereclimaxing. (Y/N) moans turned it to silent screams eyes behind closed Lids. He came with her grunting and praising her. After some more sloppy thrusts he let himself fall next to (Y/N). Both breathing heavy laying on their backs.

Rafe Extended his Arm and letting (Y/N) snuggle up to his side letting her Face rest on his Chest. “You Okay Babygirl?” Rafe asked.” Yeah I´m good. I think i Need a shower so I probably should head home.” She said not really wanting to get up but she needed to since she was tottally covered in Sweat. Rafe got up motioning her to follow him into the Bathroom. As He turned around she saw that she left some Scratches on him. Chuckling she slowly got up following him into the bathroom. It was clear that the Camerons owned something like this a giant luxury Shower. You got together in the Shower and he turned on the warm water. again a sweet moan escaped her. That didn´t go unnoticed by Rafe. He sweetly kissed your Shoulder. “ Hey Low life have to admit you are gorgeous Naked.” he said mockingly with affection- She smiled “You not so bad yourself:” 

She turned around Pressing her chest to his and kissing him again. Passionatly he responded to her kiss. Than she broke it kissing down his Body until she kneeled Right bevor him. Taking his member in her Hand as she starts to stroke him. He got Hard again very fast. (Y/N) looked at Rafe raising her brows and he just shrugged. “Oh you really like me. Don´t you?” she asked Right before she took his Tip in her mouth. earning a raw grunt from him. “Oh Baby Girl you don´t even know how much i like you.. oh god you that feels so good.” He grabbed her hair. letting her get to a faster pace. he grunted and moaned. She just lets him Fuck her mouth to his pleasure.

Right before he would cum he let go of her Hair motioning her to stand back up. She did so and he pressed her with her chest against th wall. With one Hand he gently caressing her ass causing her to groan. “Baby Hands abov your Hand” He said in a low moan. The water slowly rinning down her Body looked like out of a Dream. Rafe didn´t know how he had gotten so Lucky. “Yes sir” (Y/N) responded with a shaky voice as she put her arms in the comanded Position. With his left Hand he pinned her wrists to the Wall with his Right Hand he grabbed her Hips pulling her towards him. Now she was Bend in a Beautiful ankle. Again he looked at her checking if she was okay. She was fine so he thrusted into her. “RAFE..MM..” She nearly cam as he just entered her again. Since everything was still so sensitive. He also let out a soft moan, loving the Feeling of being back inside of her. 

This time he started Right away with a merciless pace. Attacking her clit with his Right Hand. She already felt so warm and how her climax was Building up. She was moaning “MMM.. My Good Girl” Rafe groaned into her ears. That words sent her over the Edge, cumming and going slack against the Wall. Rafe catched her so she wouldn´t fall. He turned her around Pressing her Back against the Showerwall. Grabbing one of her legs and pulling it up on to his waist. Reentering her beefore she could come down from her first climax. “ Ah.. Rafey” her Voice sounded troubeled but so cute. Did she just called him again Rafey? He could get used to it. 

She adored him. The way the water slid down his fit Body giving him a glassy Shine. How his hair was dripping and lightly Falling in to his face. How his Green stared so affectionate into her (Y/EC) Eyes. She Never saw him like this. 

While his one Hand was Holding (Y/N) Leg up the other Hand rubbing again circles on her clit. Stealing occasional kisses. The shower was made the moans and the Skin against Skin clapping echo. Driving them both to their next climax. (Y/N) was a stuttering mess. “MM.... Ra-afey.. ah I..I.. About too ah.. “ she was panting and moaning.“Just a Little bit more Baby Girl. I know you can do it.” Rafe let out between grunts. After some more thrusts “Okay KItten.. you did sooo Good now.. Cum for me.” His head fell down onto her Shoulder. “ AAA.. MHM.. RA-AFEY”  she screamed out as her Body quievers. At the sight of her Climaxing he came into her. Grunting and biting into her shoulder that surely would leave bruises. He pulled out and she steadied herself against the wall. His Cum leaking out of her made him moan lightly. It looked so Good she was a piece of art. 

(Y/N)´s legs didn´t worked anymore so Rafe took her into his arms. Holding her and letting the warm Water embrace them. When he felt her calm down he handed her Soap. Shakily she cleaned herself than looked to Rafe who was laready clean. He helped her out of the Shower and drying them. Her eyes were heavy droping close. Rafe Picked (Y/N) up and carried her back to the bed. Gently laying her down. Walking to his drawyer he took out a boxer and a Shirt. Slipping the Boxer on and helping her into the Shirt. Laying down next to her and pulling the Covers over them. She snuggeld up to him. Her Head on his Chest. He gave a small kiss on her Head. “Goodnight Babygirl.” He said in a humming Voice. She was Tracing pattern onto his Chest. At his words she looked up at him. “ Goodnight Rafey.” She said giving him a last Peck onto the lips. Closing her Eyes she fast fell asleep. Rafe listened a Little bit to her soft breathing until he also fell Asleep. 

#outer banks #drew starkey #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron #rafe x reader

[xoxo-nikki-xoxo]

Undrunk

Damon Salvatore X Female reader

It’s another song fic! I’m currently obsessed with these right now guys. But the show must go on! So this this fic is based of the song Undrunk by Fletcher.

Warning: Theirs gonna be smut, alcohol mentions and masturbation mentions.

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Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

Honestly, this party's over Everyone here should have gone home

Walking threw the frat house the smell of smoke, alcohol and sex are all you smell. Holding my drink in one hand i find the dance floor. Its the easiest place to be to forget. Dancing to forgot about him, anything that has to do with him, his smell his voice. I need to do anything to forget. Its not that long in tell someones arm is around my waist, and whats worse is its way to easy to start dancing with him. Moving my hips back and fourth holding my one arm up. The musics loud, its perfect drowns out everything expect my thoughts.. I don’t ever want to go home, being sober is just to much to handle. I should just really turn it all off

But I'm afraid of being sober 'Cause the first thing I do when I'm alone I start touching myself to the photos that you used to send me

His toned abs are perfect, then you add his hair, his eyes, the way his fangs use pierces your skin as you shared blood. His pictures hes sent you are your most prized possession. You can still feel him, even though there your fingers and not his. Its somewhat the same

I should have deleted, but kept it a secret Is that crazy to do? So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of my drink And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you

I shake those thoughts out of my head, I cant be thinking about him.. all it dose is hurt me. So I keep dancing,and dancing, drinking to forget. So i squeeze the lime  over my drink before downing more of this vodka. The alcohol burns my throat ,but no burn can ever compare to the feeling of him leaving me for her. Feeling more of the alcohol in my system dancing and drinking are a lot more easier to do. But the thought of him being with her still hurts.

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

“ O god, Damon don’t stop!” You moan out as he continues his rough, hard thrusts into you poor tight pussy

“ I wasn't planning on it- fuck y/n” Damon groans his thrusts start to get sloppy as you both start to reach your climaxes. In one swift motion you manage to flip him over so your on top. This right here is your favorite position, you see everything that going on in his face. The way he holds onto your hips as you bounce to the finish line, the way his has scrunches up as he groans, all the way to the way he says your name. It give you a reason to be sane, so you pick up your pace in tell you feel him twitch. 

“ Damonnn” You moan arching your back as your eyes roll back in your skull as both of you cum together. After a few seconds of riding his high out you get off of him laying down next to him expecting to have one of your guys after sex cuddles. But somethings different you can tell, hes different.

“ I better get going y/n...” he says sitting up grabbing his pants and shirt

“ But Da-”

“ Look... this is the last time we can do this okay.. Elena wants to work things out.. You knew from the beginning it is always going to be her..” He says sighing wiping his mouth off he stands up getting dressed.

“ I never wanted to hurt you y/n” Damon says and before you know it your left alone in your apartment.. That was 2 months ago

But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper

It came so natural to you that the only way you where going to forget about Damon Salvatore was to get lost in the party, in your mind. You never wanted to turn your humanity off ,but your getting to the point where you are considering it. So you don’t have to see him with her.. You weren't expecting them to be at the party, as soon as they walk in though its hard to not notice them. So the best way for you to forget is pretty obvious, kiss someone. Maybe everyone? 

Compelling a guy to kiss you is easy, some people you don’t even have to compel just being bold enough to ask gets you the best results. That’s what your doing, kissing everyone who is interested. No on one can tell you how to heal, some people heal this way. With alcohol and hooking up with someone.

But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you

I'm afraid to turn the lights on I don't want to face this rebound

I shouldn't have bought this guy home. I sigh rolling out of bed making my way to my kitchen sitting down on a bench. I feel nasty disgusted almost as to who i have become because of the damage he did to me. How could he just pick her over me so easily? 

I grab my phone, unlocking it and going to the texts. Should i call him ? or text? I want to come over, but i know shes there.. In my spot in his bed where i use to be...

Is it weird if I come over? I want to but I know that she's around 

So I'm touching myself to the photos that you used to send me I should have deleted, but kept it a secret Is that crazy to do? (Haha) 

I click off of my messages and go into my gallery.. I should have deleted these pictures but i cant bring myself to do it. There the last thing i have from him, minus this black shirt that smells slightly of him still.

I find myself letting my hand travel to my underneath my underwear. I rub my clit softly for a few seconds, but its no good. Its not him my fingers can never replace his. I stand up slowly still a little shaky, its about 2 am a late night snake well do.

Oh, I'm hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking I shouldn't be cooking, be spilling hot water

I head over to the sink to drain the hot water from my mac and cheese. Pouring it I burn my hand in the water. ‘ouch fuck’ I look down at my red hand from the burn as it slowly heals. But honestly it doesn't hurt as much as my hearts hurting right now

It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you 

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you Been through every emotion Right now I'm sad and broken Like the bottles on the floor, but I'm too buzzed to clean them up

I did it I couldn't handle the pain of him picking Elena Gilbert before me. It was way to easy to turn it all off, the way life goes because I simple don’t care no more. I giggle reaching over for the passed out girls arm as i sink my fangs in her arm... Who knew it would be that easy to just let go of it all, all the heart ache and pain he had caused me. I’m totally free now of it all

Wish I could get a little un-drunk So I could, I could un-love you

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you But some things you can't undo I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper

Going back to the parties are easier then they have ever been before. I’ve become the life of the party letting lose and not giving a damn about anyone and anything.

But somethings you can't undo And one of them's you

But no matter what I don’t think I will ever be able to un-love Damon Salvatore.

You, you Wish I could un-love you You, you, you Wish I could un-call you You, you, you Wish I could un-fuck you You Wish I could un-love you 

#tvd #the vampire diaries #the vampire diares imagine #damon salvatore #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore smut #ian somerhalder #ian somerhalder imagie

[kylorengarbagedump]

Little Bird: Chapter 32 (NSFW)

Read on AO3. Part 31 here. Part 33 here.

Summary:  Does anyone want to be here? Seriously.

Words: 4800

Warnings: tw: EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT for the first half of the chapter

Characters: Kylo Ren x Handmaid!Reader

A/N: This took some time to write, despite its length, so I really, really hope y'all enjoyed it, and I hope it achieved what I was hoping to achieve.

Big big thanks to @pnw-escapism, @thetorturerwrites, and @faestae for looking it over and providing guidance/corrections. I love y'all very very much.

I also love YOU. And I also hope you are enjoying this fic. I enjoy trying new things and challenging myself, so I hope the results are worth it. Y'all truly bless me every week. Thanks so very much, and stay safe. <3

In less than fifteen minutes, Kylo Ren was going to fuck you.

At the thirty-minute mark, your pulse pounded when you tied up your hair, recalling the last time he’d taken it down, wondering how you would feel once it was over.

At sunrise, you’d woken to the chirping chorus of birds in the garden, their song stirring in your mind as you dressed, as you shambled down the stairs, counting steps like you prepared to count seconds.

Yesterday, in bed, you imagined the painful stretch of his dick, the apathy in his eyes, the solemn sentence of your existence--not a woman to him, or even a person, but a receptacle for his seed.

And now, in less than fifteen-fucking-minutes, you would lie back in Johana’s lap, hold her little hands, spread your naked legs, and Kylo Ren would fuck you.

The sound of his voice permeated the thick air of the den, filtering through your ears like mud, mind already too murky to process it. From your knees, you could spy the shadows of his boots and Johana’s feet. Between them, the fireplace was barren--you wished for flame, for something else you could blame for your damp hairline.  

Whatever reading he was performing dissipated while you focused on your breath, the slow, leaky sound of your trembling lungs grounding you to reality. In any other reality, in any other universe, you would spread your legs for Kylo Ren without him having to ask--but in this one, you were his former lover, his future incubator, his present cum repository. What you had shared with him was indescribable and unsustainable, it had shredded you open from your spirit to your skin, it had left you floating, a spectre to your own existence--and it made you terrified for him to touch you again.

The snap of a shutting Bible jolted you alive. You swallowed, and Kylo stood, leaving the book on the chair.

“Go prepare. I’ll be in.” His voice was emptier than you’d ever heard it.

“Yes, Sir,” Johana replied, and he left, crossing the room and exiting without a word.

On her instruction, the Marthas departed, and you followed her just as you’d done twice before--across hardwood, up the staircase, through the dark halls and into the bedroom. In the two days since she’d stolen your switchblade, you hadn’t spoken a single word to Johana, partially out of fear, partially out of anger. Your meeting with Rey had been embarrassing--you’d almost begged her to take you off of the assignment, to let you escape and forget about everything you’d promised to provide.

But you doubted Kylo would let you go, regardless of his current demeanor. And you’d also come to a reluctant, painful realization that you were the only person on the planet with enough insight on him to help bring Gilead down.

The thought of his future torment was a skewer to your heart--you were breathless at the mere consideration of him suffering, when all you’d ever desired was to hold his hand as his equal. But perhaps that was what he’d meant when he’d said he’d had no choice. There was no choice but to drive that skewer through your chest. After all, this wound would be like so many other wounds you’d accumulated since you’d been assigned to a red dress--it would continue to weep, drench your flesh in iron agony until it could scar. Until you were finally free.

“We don’t have all day.”

Johana’s voice yanked you back into his bedroom. She’d already lit the candles and was sitting, hands open, in the middle of the bed. Your stomach squirmed again--but you stepped to the side of the frame and slipped out of your underwear before clambering to join her, scooting to the edge of the mattress. Staring into the ceiling, you plopped your head onto her stomach and eased your knees apart, stiff fabric scratching your bare thighs, and when she grasped your hands, you started trembling.

Your first ceremony with Kylo Ren had been before you’d known him, before he’d known you. Now you’d lie under him and pretend that you had never seen devotion in his eyes, or felt affection at his fingers.

“What are you nervous about?” she mumbled. “This is nothing new for you.”

You didn't respond, worried that if you opened your mouth, you'd tether yourself to a moment that you wanted to fly away.

The door opened, and your stomach fell through the floor, smacked the foundation. Commander Kylo Ren stepped through the threshold, silent while he shut the door and approached the bed. Your heart hammered your chest, throat thick, breath picking up in pace, and through the veil of fear, you met Kylo’s gaze, the electric surge between you stuttering your pulse.

He studied your face, his jaw tight, a flicker of shielded connection vanishing in his pupils. You stared, chin quaking, seeking his mercy, met only with vacant, deadened consideration, an absence of recognition--it was as if he wasn’t even there. Behind you, Johana crushed your hands, a reminder of your inferiority, and you whimpered. You were a hummingbird, flitting between two lifeless flowers, starving for sustenance they could no longer provide, exhausted wings beating pleas into the cold, hollow air.

As he lifted your skirt, you disappeared into your mind, hoping to dissociate until he was done.  An ache tore open your gut, a longing for him to be someone, anyone else--anyone who hadn’t held you, anyone who hadn’t kissed you, anyone who hadn’t ever spoken your name. And especially not this man, the one who had driven you to delusion, who haunted you, a revered revenant of your desires both pure and depraved.

In the distance, you heard Johana sigh, and then the muffled sound of him groping himself through his trousers. The world had become a turbulent torrent around you--all you wanted to do was drift. Or drown, flooded in memories you wished you didn't have.

Johana jerked your arms back in a vice-grip--you flinched, glancing up at her, only to observe that her focus had fallen to your Commander, who had exposed his erection, his cock thick and hard in his hand. He worked himself in preparation, as if he wanted to ignore you, as if the acknowledgement of your presence interfered with his task. Your pulse picked up, and another shudder rippled through you when he stepped forward, avoiding the pressure of your stare that you knew he felt.

You wondered, briefly, if he’d thought about stopping--if he knew you didn’t want this, didn’t want to be fucked like this, and especially not by him. You also wondered if he knew that it wasn’t because you hated him, or because you didn’t want him, but for just the opposite--and to meet him in faux-intimacy, to be branded with recollections of what you would never have and had been stupid to crave seemed worse than wallowing in nothing at all.

It didn’t matter, really, if he had--between the Eyes and Johana, he was duty-bound to fuck you and pump you full of semen--but as he parted your folds with the head of his dick, his eye twitched, his throat bobbed.

The pain was sharp and sun-white, and you whinged, wincing as your Commander broke your pussy open with a long, slow thrust, his breath caught in his chest. Chin trembling, he exhaled, tearing his attention from between your legs to meet your eyes. But it brought no relief--instead of solace, you found nothing. Nothing but a resigned, black void, swallowing familiarity. You snuffed a wheeze, sweat blooming at your nape.

Johana cleared her throat, jostling the bed with her calves, and Kylo started thrusting in lustless, obligated strokes. The tension, the resistance made it worse--you bit your lip, absorbing the hurt, unable to leave his gaze. With every new thrust, he split you wider, nerve endings buzzing in protest, the pain subsiding as your walls worked to accept the intrusion. In this fervorless reunion, you could focus on nothing else but the ice of his stare, the squelching sound of his cock, and Johana’s quiet, restrained breath.

Regret swelled in your chest, suffocating you. You wished it hadn’t had to end like this, wished he could have seen you as whole, wished he could have known you as you were, wished that he’d had the opportunity to truly cherish you--and maybe, to your horror, even more. Maybe, in some other world where he wasn’t possessed by power, he could have freed you.

Maybe, in this same, fictional world, he could have even loved you.

Water welled in your vision, and you sniffled, averting your gaze, hoping Kylo wouldn't see your tears. But it was too late--he grunted, and his hips jerked, moving faster, skin smacking yours in a shockwave of suffering. Whining, you caught his eyes again, and now they were whirlpools, churning with loathing and fury and sorrow. It thawed you, the intensity, the company in your misery--your Commander, still your reflection, as desperate as you were to leave this moment, to end the dagger reminders of your history.

That was the truth: you missed him. And he missed you. But you could never have each other in any way other than this.

Seized in the hurricane of emotion, Kylo’s lid twitched, and he gulped. He was close, you could tell, but stuck on the edge, unable to reach his peak, fucking you deeper, forcing himself toward climax. A tiny gasp left him when he shifted, leaning back to watch his dick drive into you--but your lack of enthusiasm, the dry spasm of your cunt dashed this strategy, too, and his chin quaked, eyes darting to you again, the whirlpool now a maelstrom threatening to gush from his flesh, and you wanted it to, wanted to asphyxiate in his anguish, wanted to meld with his need until the hot awful ache in your chest bubbled and burst and bled you alive.

Johana growled. “Will you hurry up and finish, already?”

You splintered, a sob escaping--it was unfair, so, so fucking unfair--and tears spilled down your cheeks as you trembled in her grasp, shuddered wails fleeing your chest. She seethed, and Kylo choked a groan as he shivered, slamming your cunt once, twice, with deep, full thrusts, teeth bared. And then he collapsed, back crested, bracing himself on the bed, panting with something you might have confused for exhaustion if you didn't know the truth, despite his theatrics. He hadn’t actually finished.

Avoiding your face, he pulled out, a blessing to your sore sex, and tucked himself away. Johana sighed with impatience, but he ignored her, glancing at you with glossy eyes before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

With a snivel, you met Johana’s gaze through the watery cloud of your own. If she hadn’t stolen the switchblade--if she hadn’t been so damn blind...

The latent pool of pain within you boiled like lava to sudden rage. Snarling, you ripped yourself forward, and she yanked you back, legs curling around you.

“What are you doing,” you hissed, “let me go!”

“If you think I’ll let you screw up getting pregnant--”

Grumbling, you twisted in her grip, wringing free. “I don’t care about that!”

She snagged your wrist, reeling you toward her. “Well, I do!”

“Get off!” You shoved her back, catching her eyes, spying the pricks of wetness there. “Is this really what you wanted? This is what you dreamed of?” Sneering, you leapt to the ground, wobbling from the ache in your cunt before snatching your underwear and pulling it on. “This is the life you imagined as a little girl?”

Johana watched you, silent, face contorted in a strange mixture of terror and disbelief. You rolled your eyes. There was no point in trying to reason with someone who was dedicated to dragging you into her own personal hell. Scowling, you took to the nightstands, ripping out the drawers--empty, empty, empty. Only one was occupied by the Bible, which you opened and shook for good measure, but found nothing. Growling, you turned to the dressers, stalking over to them.

“You’re wasting your time,” she said. “The knife isn’t in here. I don’t even sleep here anymore.”

You spun on her. “Why hide it at all?” Quick steps carried you to the bed. “Why are you doing this?”

She glared at you. “Why are you doing this?”

Blinking, you stalled. “What?”

“Is having the Commander wrapped around your finger not enough for you?” she said. “Do you have to try and--and take Gilead, take my child from me, too?”

“Your child--”

“Yes, my child!” She straightened, hopping from the bed. “I’m owed it! I deserve it!” More tears brimmed in her eyes. “And it deserves even a shred of stability when it comes into this world!”

A short laugh left you. “Is that really what you want?” you asked. “To raise a baby that isn’t even yours with a man who doesn’t even love you?”

“That’s what God wants for me!” she snarled. “It’s my job as the Commander’s Wife to stand by him, and once you give birth, I don’t care what I have to do. It’ll be your job to leave.” She was feet from you now, face tight. “Whether he loves me or not doesn’t even matter.”

You allowed her sentence to hang in the air, collect the weight of hopelessness like a magnet.

“Doesn’t it?”

She stared. There was a level of fantasy to her indignation, her ego clinging to the belief that once you were gone, this could all go back to normal, that all she needed to do was endure this new bout of her husband’s madness, as she’d endured everything else. A nagging thought lingered in the back of your mind--there’d been others who’d threatened this fairytale. You couldn’t figure out why she was putting up with you.

“I know there were Handmaids,” you said. “Before me. Why haven’t you, you know.” You shrugged. “Done with me like you’ve done with them.”

Johana stuck her chin out as she glanced over you, cheeks pink--then looked away. “It doesn’t matter.” She cleared her throat, smoothed her hair, and stomped to the door. “Just. Get pregnant. That’s all that matters.” Slipping behind it, she was gone.

Alone in their bedroom, you stared into the ground, shaking, and you kicked the air with a furious shriek, forcing tension through your hands. Your mind was still roiling--Kylo’s behavior during the Ceremony had confused, baffled you. There was only one important part of the entire ordeal, only one true reason for your purpose--and in the face of your pain, he’d abandoned it completely.

Sighing, you crept through the threshold, deciding to return to your room. As you passed through the blue-night soaked halls, through the wide windows overlooking the garden, you heard it--a tormented roar, the crash and shatter of something on stone--and your chest tightened. It could only be your Commander. And he could only be that upset about you.

Your ribs wrenched open with shameless need--a need you could and would no longer deny. In the strangled air of the bedroom, pretense had collapsed; you had needed him to see you, not a Handmaid, not his property, but you, human and broken and afraid. And he’d met you there, human too, a lonely Midas on his throne, buried within a mountain of glittering, lifeless gold. Like a gust, your feet carried you down the steps and through the house, careening toward the garden.

Breathless, you threw open the back door, flying over stepping stones, your path littered with the colorful carcasses of his wrath. You followed the shredded hedges, the flower petals tossed like confetti over grass, guided by his echoing ragged breath, hidden beyond the trickling pond. Skipping past the bench, you snuck between the topiaries, dodging shards of ceramic--remnants of planters that he’d shattered on the ground, leaving mulch hills and mangled leaves behind. And then, breaking through the viney maze, you saw him: a terrible, heaving shadow, stranded in a sea of black emerald grass.

He heard you, a ghost in the wind, and turned--hips-chest-shoulders--appraising his demolished domain, and then his eyes, red with remorse, found you in the wreckage, awash with him in the receding tide of reality. God, Gilead, the Council, the Ceremony--all of them equally meaningless in the new, blistering dew of your shared liberty, all of them crumbling like a brittle nest under the gravity of your need.

Kylo cut through the lawn, rushing you, and before you could think or speak or breathe, he was on you, one arm buckling your knees, the other catching your shoulders as he swept you up to his chest. Air escaped you, and you stared into him and his galaxy gaze, his hair melting into the moonless sky--a deity descended, your secret salvation. He clutched you to his chest, as if he could collapse you into it, nuzzling his face into yours, breathing in the scent of your skin.

You went to speak, and he hushed you, drawing a deep breath into his lungs, his fingers curling into your flesh. He held you there, cradling you under the stars, until you relaxed, releasing the breath you hadn’t even known you’d been holding. Then, without words, he walked with you, keeping you tight to his torso, sheltering you in the strength of his body. Trembling, you nestled into him, pressing your ear to his breast, reveling in the resonance of his nervous heart.

Kylo Ren carried you through his home, ascended the stairs, took you through those blue-night halls again, never once loosening his grip until he opened the door to his bedroom and shut and locked it behind him. He took you to the bed, a faux-bride in a blood-red dress, and eased you down, your head sinking into the pillow, your body limp on the mattress.

Strange, how different it felt from moments ago, how it was now a refuge in his presence, rather than a prison. Your shaking wouldn’t stop--it had escalated to full-body tremors, and he shushed you, cupping your face in his large palm, lifting your bonnet from your hair and tossing it to the side. Kylo captured you in his shiny, wet gaze, pressing his lips to your forehead before meeting it with his own.

“I don’t want you in this,” he said, tugging at your dress. “I don’t want you in this ever again.”

Blinking, you exhaled a laugh of disbelief. “What?” you asked. “But the law--”

“I don’t care.” His hand quaked at your cheek. “Let me remedy this.”

“Oh…” Your blood sang. “Okay.”

Keeping his forehead to yours, Kylo grappled with your boots and socks, tearing them free and tossing them to the side, then lifted your skirt, peeling your dress from your figure, staying linked to you until you needed to raise your arms to remove the rest. His face burrowed into your naked neck, and his hands swathed your back while he worked to remove your bra, sliding the straps from your shoulders and discarding it, too. Your breasts exposed, new gooseflesh smothered you, this time borne of wonder. Breath shallow, he hooked his thumbs into your underwear, meeting your eyes for permission--you nodded, and he shucked them in a single, strong movement.

Fully naked below him, he drank you in, his gaze glossy again, but he swallowed the emotion, passing his thumb over your temple. Then he paused, glanced at the floor, before kicking off his own shoes and stripping himself, his clothes joining the pile he’d created at the side of the bed.

He was flush with fire that swarmed the air as he climbed over you, the sensation of flesh-on-flesh wracking your bones. Shushing you again, he threaded his fingers into your hair, pressing soft kisses along your cheek, trailing to your jaw before he nestled into your neck once more, an arm looping under you, pulling you into him. Heat blossomed, blazing between your bodies as skin skimmed skin, and you writhed, wrapping your arms around him.

“Tell me,” Kylo began, his voice a whisp in your ear, “tell me everything.”

A shiver skittered up your spine. “About what?”

He mouthed wet, warm kisses at your throat. “You.”

“Like…” You blushed, thighs grating together. “Like, where I was born?”

“No.”

Nipping your ear, he moved lower, hands skating over you, painting pleasure with his palms. He suckled at your clavicle, tracing a line to your sternum with his tongue--you whimpered.

“Tell me what you fear.”

Gripping your backside, he burned kisses between your breasts, briefly acknowledging them with a nuzzle before continuing--his mouth was tender and deliberate, as if you were gossamer, as if you would tear under his touch.

“Tell me what you’ve lost.”

With a hum, he kissed over the roll of your belly, to the swell of your sex, settling between your legs and gracing your thighs with his lips. You squirmed, chattering with need, rocked by the ripples of pleasure arcing through your nerves.

“Tell me what you think of before you sleep.”

His nose skated your folds--and in one swift action, he grappled your hips, spinning you and rolling until he was supine beneath you, your legs straddling his head. You balanced yourself with the headboard, trying to find steady breath while you dizzied at the sight of your Commander’s beautiful face below you, a demon preparing for baptism between your thighs.

“Kylo--”

He murmured your name to quiet you, kissing the quivering flesh near your heat, your walls throbbing in anticipation. Kylo was slow, dragging over every inch while he teased toward your knees, then back, his hands caressing your hips. His eyes met yours, brimming with adoration, and he licked a line across your cunt, mouth massaging your other thigh. Breath quaking, you sifted through his hair, head falling back as you allowed your lids to flutter shut.

“Tell me,” he said, and pressed his lips to you.

A soft cry escaped, and you swallowed--Kylo was scattering small kisses along your slit, as if to heal the intangible wounds he’d left behind. He slicked through you, tentative, curious, exploring your depth, groaning with delight as he tasted you. To your surprise, words tumbled free, an easy baring of your soul, loosened by the barrage of bliss on your brain.

“I’m afraid…” You whined when he sucked a fold into his mouth. “I’m afraid of being alone.”

He purred in praise, releasing you to gather the other half with his lips, suckling it swollen, his tongue wet and strong as it slipped into your slit. There was a deliberate avoidance of your clit--which twitched and stiffened in ways it would only do for him--his mouth marking you in memory as he kissed you not in desire, but in apology. In servitude.

“I’m afraid of being lost,” you said, and another round of tears threatened to fall. “I think I am lost.”

Licking lines through you, Kylo purred when he reached the top of your cunt, circling your clit with lavish, lingering kisses. You groaned, fingers coiling around his waves, your hips bucking, begging for him, for his release. But he was torturous--he drew his tongue between your slit until his nose grazed your clit, sparking pleasure, a moan catching in your throat. Humming, he rolled the tip around it, and air fled you in wanton breaths while you tried in vain to grind onto his face, fighting his hold on you.

“I’ve… I’ve lost who I was.” Your throat was tight, your breath cycling faster. “I’ve lost who I wanted to be…”

Finally, finally--he rewarded your patience and flicked your clit with his tongue, swirling it in saliva before taking it between his plush lips. You sobbed, tears spilling free, body thrashed with waves of ecstasy, and Kylo moaned into you, his mouth hot and soft and working your clit as it throbbed and ached against him. Laving at you, he sucked, hands stroking up your sides until he reached your breasts, palming at them, thumbs brushing your nipples. Your back arched in bliss, and you jerked his head into you--in response, he battered your nub with his tongue, suckling you faster, chasing your wriggling frame as you gyrated in rhythm, your chin dropping to your chest, body plunged in pleasure.

“And I--ah--I think of you before I sleep,” you panted, unashamed, creeks streaking your cheeks, “I think of belonging, I think of being found, I think of being yours--oh--”

Kylo gripped your hips. “Cum for me,” he muttered, breathing your name. “I’ll find you.”

He drove his face into your cunt, sucking your clit past his teeth, beating it faster, groaning, bathing in your slick. You whined, twitched, moaned, and euphoria exploded over your skin--you came hard onto his tongue, clit pulsing in his lips, walls spasming at his chin. Kylo sucked in a breath through his nose, swallowing your orgasm, following your descent until the tingles disintegrated and you collapsed, spent, onto the bed, sweat sticking to the sheets, still shivering with tears.

A guardian, he gathered you up, pulling you into his protective embrace, a strong arm enveloping you. He folded you to his frame while he pet your hair, his lips soothing at your scalp.

“You’re here,” he murmured against your hairline. “You belong.”

You knew, from the soft lilt of his voice, he meant with him, not to him. In the silence, you wept, nuzzling into his bare chest, snaking your legs between his, hoping to blend your bodies. Doubt and relief zipped through you--this was all you’d wanted, perhaps all you’d ever want. His defiance and rejection of your role was concession enough for your forgiveness. But he was still a Commander. You couldn’t understand why he’d do it all for a Handmaid. For you.

“What about the others?” you asked. “Before me? Did they…”

He huffed. “The others sought me as you did.” A pause as a tiny exhale left his nose. “None were like you.”

You blushed. “But don’t you care,” you said with a sniffle, “about. You know. What made me this way?” When he didn’t respond, you continued, “Um. Like what made me a Handmaid.”

“I read your file,” he replied. “The day after you crushed a flower in my face.” He kissed your crown. “I’ve known.”

“Oh.” Heat swept over you. “You don’t care?”

He eased you back, gazing into you, thumb swiping a stray tear from your cheek. “Any man before me is inconsequential,” he said. “The number moreso.”

More heat. Shame. “I just thought…” You couldn’t continue looking into his honest eyes. “You helped make the laws.”

Kylo was silent, for a moment, his chest rising and falling with a slow breath. “There are laws I did not create.”

The admission flipped your insides, mind rushing back--Snoke’s office, his mockery of Kylo’s doubts, the recording, Ben Solo--you snuggled closer, smoothing your palms over his scarred skin. There were more scars, scars that you couldn’t see, but wanted to know and understand.

“What made you this way?” you asked. “Who was Ben Solo?”

Kylo Ren said nothing for a long, strained stretch, his heart quickening at your cheek. You stared into the wall, unwilling to move, to shatter the fragile vulnerability that he’d revealed. Then he tilted your head, large hand grasping the back of your neck while he pulled you into a slow, gentle kiss, lips caressing yours, his arm pinning you to his side. As he kissed you, he maneuvered you both so you were under the sheets, hidden to the world. He released you, only to graze your mouth again before passing his nose over yours.

“Tomorrow.” His irises shimmered, molten gold alive with passion. “You’ll see.”

Your pulse jumped. “O-okay.”

From the corner of your eye, you spied a proud tent in the sheets, bobbing for attention--you hadn’t even realized how long he’d been this hard. You knew he’d been denied release, that you hadn’t made him cum in weeks (though you didn’t know his private activities), and to have the opportunity now, in this bath of intimacy, was almost irresistible. Biting your lip, you reached for it, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Tomorrow, eager little bird.” He wove his long, thick fingers between yours, his grip dwarfing your own with ease, and clutched your hand to his chest. “Lie with me. Sleep.”

Nodding, you wiggled your fingers in his, your heart dancing, cells crackling with joy. Tomorrow. You didn’t know what it would bring, or the path for your future--but you knew, for now, the path to freedom seemed like one you could walk together. For now, the Resistance could wait. For now, Kylo Ren was warmer than a hearth, deeper than a forest, calmer than an empty ocean.

He was everything--both your night sky and your stars. And you fell asleep, serene, in the vastness of his arms.

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Synopsis: Erik gets into a lot of fights because of you. Maybe you aren't what he needs anymore.

Word Count: 2,233

Warnings: mild angst, cursing, mild smut

Getting ready with Erik was always, ALWAYS, a hassle, the two of you could never keep your hands off each other. And tonight was no different. You watched intently in the mirror as Erik showered in the clear glass shower. He looked spectacular as the waterfall showerhead cascaded him with water.

You were supposed to be doing your makeup, but how could you with a sight behind you like that? You took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand, this was exactly why you two had to take separate showers, the temptation was real, it always had been. But you both promised your friends that you would be on time tonight, especially to help them set up. The two of you were leaving to visit Wakanda for two months this time and your friends always missed you while you were gone. 

“Babe!” Erik shouted as he stepped up behind you, his wet muscles on display and his dark blue towel hung loosely around his hips. You clenched your fist tightly in order to keep your hands to yourself. 

“Yeah?” You leaned back to look at him. He smirked down at you then kneeled down in front of you a gently wet hand caressing your face.

“You ain’t even got no foundation on. You've been staring at my dick this whole time from the mirror?” Your eyes widened in surprise, a heat crept over your cheeks. You kissed your teeth and pushed Erik away from you. Erik fell back laughing, his deep boyish laughter, filled you with rage. You smirked at him as you stood up to take off your robe, showing off the new lingerie you’d bought to tease him with. His jaw dropped as he watched you step around him and walk into the walk-in closet that held your outfit for the night.

Erik’s jaw clenched as he watched you slip the red dress over your hips. He stood up quickly and approached you in the closet.

“Where are you going with that on?” His hands grazed your hips, his fingers playing in the lace.

“To the party, duh.” Erik planted two soft kisses on your neck. His fingers started gripping your hips tightly. Your ass coming into contact with his hard-on.

“You wearing that, you must be planning on letting me hit it in Cam’s backroom?” 

Your heart rate increased at the idea of fucking him in public. Again. You pushed your ass back on him, sighing when you heard a deep groan leave his mouth. His fingers crept around to the front of your dress and snuck their way into your panties, pressing a delicious pressure into your clit.

You nodded, not completely aware of what you were agreeing to, your only thoughts were prayers that he wouldn’t stop. And he didn’t, his fingers dove deep into your wetness and quickly brought you to a leg-shaking climax, your new panties effectively ruined. You rested your hand on the railing in front of you. Trying to catch your breath as you watched Erik put his fingers into his mouth to taste your essence.

“You are not leaving the house in that short ass dress with this sexy ass lingerie on under it, choose one.” He softly kissed your neck again and left your closet to go change in his. 

*************

The party was going well until this guy approached you, aggressively. You tried to dissuade him repeatedly. You knew Erik would be pissed if he saw how aggressively this guy was handling you. Things could escalate quickly.

“No Tish don’t go get them we got this. Sir please leave me alone, I'm not interested.” You tried to remove your wrist from his tight hold, which was growing more painful by the second. 

“Come on sweets, you know I can take good care of you.” You tried to wrestle your arm free some more. You knew it was only a matter of time before Erik showed up on his own or Tish went to get him. 

“You’re hurting me.” You cried out. You stomped on his foot roughly only to be manhandled harder. Tish tried to step in only to be shoved aside. You knew this wasn’t going to end well. You really didn’t want Erik to have another body to add to his scars. You wanted him to get out of that lifestyle. But every five seconds it seemed like you were just pulling him right back in. 

You finally felt the guy let go of you and you looked up to see Erik’s hard eyes find you. He quickly checked you for injuries only to see you cradling your wrist delicately. 

You calmly watched Erik as he got into another fight. You knew his reputation preceded him because in the back corner of one of his homeboy’s house parties, no one paid him any mind as Kill knocked this guy out for putting his hands on you.

You were used to it by now, the annoyance blatant on your face as he continued to beat the guys face in. You looked around looking at the sparse crowd that paid Kill no attention. Most people knew that you were Kill’s fiancé, but you were fine enough that the ones that didn’t would always approach you trying to hit on you. Most stepped back once you told them you were engaged, but the few that didn’t made things more difficult for themselves. 

You understood why he was fighting right now, the guy had put his hands on you trying to get you to go home with him. 

But Erik’s anger began to scare you, it became too much sometimes. Erik told you before once he got started it was hard for him to stop. Especially when it has something to do with you. 

Erik loved you, it surprised you how much this man felt for you. Some days you couldn’t believe how much of a different person he was with you. But as much as he loved you. You loved him.

“Erik.” He stopped as soon as he heard your voice glancing back at you in the corner of the house party you two went to. “That’s enough Kill.” Erik looked back at the guy that he was holding up by his shirt, then back at you. He whispered a threat to the man, who now was sporting a swollen eye, then made his way to you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips and pulled you on to the dance floor. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. 

You sighed as you rubbed your ass on to his growing hard-on. He rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. You danced with him for a bit before pulling away asking him to come with you to the car. 

He held your hand, dapped up his friends with the other as you led the way out of the party. You lean against his brand new sports car and watch him as he lights a blunt. He offers it to you before he takes his first hit, shrugging when you decline his offer.

“This is getting to be too much Kill.” You state looking away from him and up at the starry sky. 

“What is?” He asks quietly looking at you, you make eye contact with him briefly then look down the car packed street and the full house party that you just came from. He stared at you from under his long eyelashes as he flicked the ashes off his blunt.

“This.” You pointed between the two of you. “Us.” Erik straightened up quickly, a growing sense of dread rising in his belly. He loved you so much, but sometimes you feel like a dream to him. Too good to be true. He knew after the first time you saw him fight, and you stuck around, you’d be the one he would marry. And when he told you about his plans for Wakanda, and you didn’t flinch but helped him perfect his ideas, you would be the one to carry his child. But even after all of that certainty, there was a small part of him that knew you were too good for him.

“You leaving me?” Erik stepped up to you. His height towering over you, his intention to intimidate you. But he forgot that you knew, you knew how much he loved you, that he would never do anything to intentionally harm the only light that’s been in his life for years other than school. 

So you shrugged in response to his words and his proximity. Your chest hurt doing this. But you knew this was coming, Kill was making more and more appearances and you were starting to believe that you were the cause of that. And it pains you to believe that he would go downhill into that dark place again, because of you. He told you about his past, who he ‘used’ to be before he met you. Before you helped him reconcile with his family, and help displaced people of African descent around the world.

Erik chuckled as he looked down at you, the love of his life, then away down the same empty street you were watching. You scared Erik, the very thought of you alone scared him. How in the world did you wrap him around your finger? The love he had for you was nerve-wracking, and the idea of you leaving was devastating. But he knew when you were this calm about something like this that he couldn’t react with all of his emotions. So he remained calm, he watched you quietly and took note of every reaction you had towards him.

“Why,” He asked softly, though he wanted to scream it.

“Cause, I don’t think I’m good for you. I can see how having me around tempts you to be more violent. I’m sending you backward, not helping you move forward like your cousins. I feel like being with me reminds you of a darker time. A time that you’ve grown past. You're a prince now baby, and I’m not helping you wear your crown well.” An incredulous look crossed his face.

“Baby what are you talking about! You are my crown. None of this means shit if I don’t have you.”

“I can’t be your crown when I cause you to react like this. Imagine if someone caught wind that the long lost Prince of Wakanda was with some hood rat like me. Someone who constantly jeopardized the safety of royalty.” Your voice lost its edge, you lost your fight. The more you spoke the more you realized you were right.

“I refuse to lose you because of some of the illogical fallacies you have created in your head. You mean too much to me for me to allow anyone and I mean anyone to put their hands on you, and you know that’s not going to change. Maybe what we need to do is move.” Erik said a tone of hope returning to his voice. He quickly stepped up to you and grabbed your hand, his finger gliding over your engagement ring. You’d agreed to marry him, that meant you loved him right? He’d had this thought running through his mind constantly ever since he proposed to you, and you agreed before he was acknowledged as a prince.

“Move?” You jerk your head back in confusion. You didn’t want to lose Erik, and if he had a compromise that took the two of you out of these dangerous situations then you were all ears.

Erik pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you tightly, his fingers grasped your chin and angled it up towards his face.

“I have been thinking about it. T’Challa offered me the job to stay here and work at the outreach center. But like you said I can see how this place has affected us, just like it did my father. I don’t want you to lose me like I did him. So let’s move, let’s go back to where we were supposed to be. T’Challa offered me the job here because he thought I wanted to stay, but he says Wakandans have a great need for a historian that can inform them of the lessons, the pain, and the history that they missed out on while being hidden away from the rest of the world. Not to mention Shuri demanded I bring my engineering skills back to her lab immediately.” Erik chuckled and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You want to move to Wakanda?” You asked softly, your lips still tingling from his sweet kiss.

“With you. Yeah.” Erik mimicked your shrug from earlier, a soft smile fell on his face as he admired your beauty. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” He kissed you again, a slight pressure and sense of urgency fell behind this kiss. You smiled into the kiss as you felt Erik’s hand graze your ass, a tell-tell sign that you’d be getting some that night.

You couldn't say what your future looked like, but at that moment you knew with complete certainty that Erik was at the center of it. You looked into his eyes and smiled, your love for him clear in your expression.

“I’m ready.”

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