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vixstarria · 4 months

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A night at the inn (part 3)

Vampire bites as an aphrodisiac edition

Part 1 (fluff to smut) ~ Part 2 (just smut) (Is it required reading? Ehh... But you might as well, no?)

This one gets a bit deranged.

Astarion x F!Tav/F!Reader x Halsin

18+, smut, threesome, porn no plot, dirty talk, oral sex, PIV, blood drinking, soft dom Astarion, Astarion being a little shit, Halsin being rudely awakened in order to fuck nasty style again

Approx. 3,000 words this time (I uh... I don't know)

The first thought in your mind when you regained consciousness was “did that really happen?”, along with a flashback to the two elves in and around you. Halsin’s gentle, towering bulk. And Astarion finally allowing you to pleasure him, if only a little bit.

You picked up the sound of Halsin snoring on the other bed. His favoured wildshape was all too fitting - he certainly sounded like a bear now. Weren’t elves supposed to trance? Silently?

...So it happened. It really happened. ...It was going to be an interesting day.

You opened your eyes.

Astarion was already awake, lying beside you and admiring you through his lashes, a light smile on his face. It deepened when you met his gaze.

Your immediate impulse was to ask him about last night, but you held your tongue, instead looking for answers in his eyes.

No darkness, nothing that resembled shame or regret... Only warmth and affection as he softly ran the back of his fingers down your cheek until they reached your chin, to gently tilt it towards him, drawing you for a kiss.

It was soft at first. Just your lips brushing and lingering on each other’s, until with a soft sigh he drew you in deeper.

He traced the inner edge of your upper lip with his tongue. It tickled, and you parted your lips, letting him in. You tried to brush your tongue against his, but he retracted it as soon as you moved. Only once you held still did he return with his tongue, running it in circles around the tip of yours, running it up your tongue’s underside, teasing. It was so distinct, it was almost...

You gasped with a sharp intake of breath when you realised what he was doing.

These were the motions of your tongue on the head of his cock last night. This whole kiss was a vulgar, teasing reminder of what you’d done for him. His way of showing you that he hadn’t forgotten about it, that it’s been on his mind.

Gods... It felt so obscene.

You moaned as he brought your naked body closer to his partially clothed form, holding you close, a fire starting to reignite between your legs already.

His lips split into a grin in the knowledge that you’d caught on, and he broke the kiss, giving you an unabashed look full of lust.

“Will you let me do it again?” you whisper, hoarsely.

“In time...” he replied. “For now there’s more I want to do to you.”

“To me?”

He grinned, mischievously, then glanced at Halsin’s sleeping mass.

“For both of us to do to you, actually. If you want to try something new?”

“Now?”

“Why not?”

“For one, Halsin's still asleep,” you said. Astarion rolled his eyes at you.

“Psst, Halsin. ...Halsin. ...Halsin! ...HALSIN!” Astarion hurled a pillow at the groggy druid, who somehow managed to catch it in midair before it smashed into his face.

“Hmm?” a low rumble reverberated in his chest as he stirred awake.

“Do you want to try something?”

“...What?”

“It’s a yes or no question.”

“...Yes.”

Halsin, still half-asleep, opened his eyes to observe the two of you as Astarion turned back to you, rolling on top and continuing in a louder voice.

“See? Problem solved. Anyway. I was thinking... You say your body stays sensitive around the puncture wounds for a long time after I bite you,” he said, running his fingers delicately along the wounds on your neck.

“It’s still tender,” you nodded, relishing his touch.

“Tender how?” he asked softly, lowering his lips to the marks on your neck.

“It feels... sweet. Like I don’t want you to ever stop touching it,” you said, closing your eyes and revelling in the sensation. “I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“A vampire’s bite has aphrodisiac properties,” offered Halsin. “It is well-known.”

“What if I were to bite you somewhere more... interesting.” Astarion began to kiss further down, grazing you with his fangs without drawing blood. Halsin, more awake now, propped himself up on his elbow to lie on his side.

“Where?” you breathed as Astarion continued on his way down, pausing to suck on a nipple. He only smiled and kept trailing soft kisses down your stomach, gradually pulling the covers off you as he went lower, until he reached your upper inner thighs.

“What if...” he purred, starting to run his tongue along your outer folds, making you moan and spread your legs wider for him. “I left a gentle little bite right here...” He continued to run his tongue on your skin, just between your opening and your thigh. “Do you think you would like that..?” Before you could answer, he added: “Oh, and it’s incredibly distracting when you’re so wet while I’m trying to talk to you,” before plunging his tongue inside you as you gasped.

“Did you wake me merely so I could watch?” Halsin asked, reaching down to stroke his growing erection.

Astarion gestured for him to wait.

“Do it,” you moaned. “Bite me there.”

Astarion continued to lap at your hole, running his hands along your thighs, holding them open.

“Stop teasing, damn you!” you hissed.

Astarion chuckled and moved his head to lick you just outside your opening, sucking your lip into his mouth. Suddenly his grip on your thighs tightened and before you knew it, you felt a sharp icy pang. You whined as he continued to suck, this time drawing blood. The pain quickly dissipated and turned into a titillating sensation that spread throughout your sex.

Astarion lifted his head, sitting up and inserting two fingers into you.

“Now how does that feel, darling?”

“Good... So good...” you groaned, spreading your legs wider for him, bucking your hips to ride his fingers. It felt like an insatiable, throbbing itch, his fingers your only salvation.

“I must tell you,” you heard Halsin. “I overheard some of your remarks about wood elves earlier. And you would do well to trust me that few of my brethren are as depraved as you.”

Astarion ignored the druid, absorbed in watching you writhe.

“Do you like it? Do you want more? You do, don’t you... We can give you more...” You whimpered as Astarion continued to slowly fuck you with his fingers. “But first... What if I bite you somewhere else?”

His tongue returned between your legs, licking higher and higher, until it circled your bundle of nerves.

“Just a tiny little nick, right above your sweet nub. I’ll be very careful, I promise,” he murmured right against your clit, in between licks, as you mewled. “I’ll be gentle... And then I’ll kiss it better. I’ll kiss it, lick it, suck it better...”

“I stand corrected... None of my people can rival you in perversion,” said Halsin.

Meanwhile, your fingers were tangled in Astarion’s hair as he continued to tease you with his fingers and tongue. As good as it felt, the only word in your mind was ‘more’.

“Do it,” you say, hoarsely. “I want to know how it feels.”

Astarion chuckled, turning to Halsin.

“You druids have an intrinsic urge to tend to helpless creatures in need, do you not?” Astarion said, as Halsin continued to stroke himself. “This helpless creature is about to be in great need.” He looked up at you, hungrily. “Try to hold still, my love.”

This time the pang made you yelp and lurch up in shock, your hands grabbing at the bedsheets. But the pain subsided as quickly as it came on, replaced by an unquenchable burning need.

It throbbed. It pulsed. It begged to be touched.

Astarion did as he promised licking and sucking on your clit, his cool tongue like a salve, but before you could find any kind of release, he abruptly rose, pinning your arms above your head as you groaned in protest.

“My, look at this predicament you’ve gotten yourself into again, pet...”

“Please... please... anything... I’ll do anything you say.” you begged. Your need could not be ignored like this. You tried to squeeze your legs together for some friction, but he was keeping your legs spread open with his own thighs. Maybe if you told him what you wanted he would cut this agony short..? “Touch me... Fuck me... Anything..!”

“What did I tell you?” he said, turning to Halsin. “But my sweet,” he said turning back to you. “You said you wanted to know what it felt like. Maybe we should leave you like this so you can study and savour the sensation.”

“Astarion?” you managed, swallowing hard.

“Yes, darling?”

“Fuck you, Astarion,” you hissed through your teeth. You turned to the druid, looking him in the eyes and bucking your hips in desperation. “Halsin..?”

“Give her to me,” the druid growled.

“Oh no! There will be no mutiny! Make no mistake, I’m still the one calling the shots here,” Astarion laughed. “...But seeing as you’re all so eager – sure.” He released your hands and raised you into a sitting position. “On the edge of the bed,” he gestured to Halsin, the druid complying without another word. “And you...” he held you by your jaw, his voice lowering. “I’ll let that slip by, but if you want me to allow you any relief, you will behave.”

You nodded, whimpering.

“Now do you want to ride his cock?”

“Yes,” you panted. Astarion just raised an eyebrow and didn’t make a move. “Yes, please, can I?”

“She’s yours,” he said to Halsin, with a smirk.

Suddenly you were lifted and found yourself on the druid’s lap on the opposite bed, your back against him, both of you facing Astarion.

“You can fuck that needy hole of hers all you want, but don’t touch her between her legs,” he said, reclining to admire his handiwork.

You were gliding your slit along Halsin’s shaft, covering his erection with your juices. It was something, but not nearly enough.

Halsin lifted you and began to ease you onto his cock, once again slowly, inch by inch.

“You don’t need to be so gentle,” you groaned.

“No no, slow and gentle is exactly what she deserves right now,” Astarion interjected, as you swore under your breath. “And don’t you dare touch yourself,” he said to you. You knew better than to defy him, and clutched at Halsin instead.

Halsin’s hands remained on the undersides of your thighs, your legs opened wide for Astarion’s devouring eyes, gripping you as he worked his cock inside you, raising and lowering your body along his length. It was agonisingly slow, and though it appeased the itch from Astarion’s lower bite, somewhat, it did nothing for your throbbing clit.

“You said you’d kiss it better, you fucking liar,” you threw at Astarion, your voice thick.

“What did I say about behaving?” said Astarion.

“Astarion, it hurts without you,” you groaned. “Please? My love..? I’m begging you.”

Astarion sighed dramatically, finally getting off the bed to kneel on the floor in front of you.

“Well we don’t want you in pain,” he murmured.

Finally, you felt Astarion’s mouth on your swollen sex, as he stroked your clit with his tongue. A moan tore from your throat as Halsin sped up the bucking of his hips, his thrusts in time with the strokes of Astarion’s tongue. This. This was what you had been craving so badly. The druid stretched and filled you completely, while Astarion’s tongue brought you to the edge of madness. And you could do absolutely nothing but accept and embrace what was happening to you. It wasn’t long before your whole body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, Halsin holding you tightly against him.

Once you’d regained your senses, you noticed that somewhere along the way Astarion had completely discarded his pants, and was now stroking himself with one hand, as he rubbed a thumb over your oversensitive clit.

“Hmm,” he hummed, studying it. “I don’t think it’s better yet.”

You nearly screamed as he went right back to sucking on it, alternating that with quick flicks of his tongue.

“Shh, sweet one...” Halsin breathed in your ear, placing a hand over your mouth, and lifting your hand into his hair with the other. “Yank on it hard if it’s too much. Can you do that?” You whimpered a ‘mmhmm’ as you grabbed a fistful.

Halsin leaned back on the bed so you were half-lying on top of him, your head thrown over his shoulder, as Astarion held your thighs open.

Astarion showed you no mercy as he lapped at you. Halsin sped up again, as you let out keening moans into his hand, losing your mind. There was no easing and relaxing into this - this orgasm was forced out of you, and you loved every second of it. Within a minute you came again, your thighs twitching violently.

Halsin groaned as you spasmed around him again.

“I cannot do this anymore... If she clenches around me like that again I will lose it.”

The druid slipped out of you and you were once again gliding along the length of his shaft, rubbing yourself against it.

Astarion lifted his mouth from you, wiping your wetness from his chin, as Halsin raised you back into a sitting position.

“He’s been so very patient with you, pet. Do you want to show your appreciation?”

“How?” you whispered, licking your lips.

“I think you already know how,” he murmured. “Come here. On your knees.”

You all but collapsed on the floor next to Astarion, your legs unsteady, looking up at Halsin.

“Taste him,” Astarion encouraged you. “You haven’t yet.”

“Oakfather preserve me,” Halsin groaned as you took his engorged, leaking cock into your hand. You were facing a dilemma. You didn’t think you could fit him into your mouth without dislocating your jaw. Instead you began by licking your juices off his length, savouring your own taste.

“Good girl,” Astarion purred next to you, sliding two fingers into your still throbbing pussy, as he stroked himself with his other hand.

You moaned and moved up to the head of Halsin’s cock with your mouth, licking up his precum, as the druid brushed your hair off your face and held it back for you. No, this wasn’t going to work. Instead you worked him with your hand as you moved down to lick and suck on his balls.

“I’m close,” Halsin groaned, throwing his head back, his fingernails scraping against your scalp.

“Suck on the head,” Astarion whispered beside you, continuing to dig his fingers into you, rougher now. “You can manage it.”

You moaned as you worked the tip of his penis into your mouth, slurping and sucking around it, wetly. This much you could do.

“Good...” Astarion whispered hoarsely, moving behind you. He was starting to shudder as he bit down on your shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, continuing his efforts to tear another orgasm out of you. He couldn’t have been far himself. “Make him come.”

Halsin’s cock twitched and pulsed in warning as you continued, the druid’s grip on your hair tightening.

“Swallow,” Astarion commanded, just as the druid finally spilled in your mouth. You glimpsed a few more strokes of Astarion’s hand from the corner of your eye, and you felt Astarion’s spend land in spurts on your back.

You sat back with a frustrated groan. His fingers inside you hadn’t been enough.

“My poor little minx...” Astarion murmured, catching his breath, kissing your neck up to your ear from behind you. “I know what you need. You’ve earned it.” He moved his hand to finally rub your clit again, massaging it roughly and deliberately. “Can you come for me one more time?” he whispered in your ear. “And here, let me taste him too.”

You came completely undone once Astarion’s tongue swirled hungrily against yours, as he continued to methodically work on your swollen clit, moaning and whimpering into his mouth through your climax.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you said a short while later, relaxing in Astarion’s embrace after he'd cleaned the better part of your combined cum from your body. It was mid-morning by then. Miraculously, no one had come to bang on your door to try to get a move on, but then again anyone in the vicinity of the room would’ve immediately understood what was happening inside.

“Shall I go tell everyone you’re unwell, darling?” Astarion asked with a grin.

“Don’t you fucking dare speak to anyone about this or me, you’re staying right here,” you said as he laughed “...I don’t think they will be impressed that we’re all delayed because I’ve been fucked into incapacity,” you added.

“Oh on the contrary, I think they will be VERY impressed,“ said Astarion.

“I’ll go tell them you’re currently indisposed. ...A tad more tactfully. And I’ll see to it that a bath is prepared for you,” said Halsin, getting up and getting dressed.

“Thank you, Halsin... You are a blessing,” you said, shutting your eyes and falling back against Astarion as he left kisses along the side of your face.

Halsin hesitated at the door.

“Before I leave this room, I must know... Once this door shuts behind me, is... this-” he gestured at the three of you, “staying behind as well? Or can the future hold something for us?” The druid would accept whichever answer you gave him, but you could tell he was a hair’s breadth from a pained expression.

You and Astarion exchanged a look. You had gotten good at silent communication. It was Astarion who finally spoke.

“It doesn’t have to stay behind. You’ve been better for us than you might realize,” he shook his head with a small smile. “But let’s talk about that later.”

“I am glad,” Halsin said, smiling, before leaving.

“You think catnip is difficult to live down?” You groaned again, once Halsin was gone, twisting and hiding your face in Astarion’s neck.

“You should be proud,” he chuckled, hugging you tighter. “How do you feel..?”

“Fine, right now... It still throbs a bit, but I can ignore it. But it's been coming on in waves, I don’t know if there’s another coming or how big it might be.”

“Let me know if one does, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, kissing you.

“Astarion?” you murmured, breaking the kiss.

“Hmm?”

“Can we do this again? Just the two of us? Later.”

You both knew what you meant by ‘later’.

“Greedy...” he smiled. “But yes. Once all this is behind us and we can just lounge in bed all day and night.”

“I can’t wait,” you whispered.

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Tags: @twirlywhirlywriting - Hi! You are the reason this happened. I wasn't really planning on a part 3, but it clicked in my brain. Hope it's close enough to what you had in mind. I couldn't really give Halsin a more dom role though, as I think Astarion would lose his shit at this point.

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scarletttries · 1 year

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant (Moon Knight) + Ice cream/lollipop teasing (prompt list here)

It would be frankly embarrassing how easily, and quickly, you could wind Steven up with the slightest bit of effort. A fact that made Steven mortified, and excited you greatly.

You'd been hoping to have Steven to yourself for the weekend, only for your plans to get rudely interrupted by Donna calling him in to cover for someone at the museum before you'd really had the chance to get your hands on him at all. Naturally Steven apologised profusely despite it not being his fault, and suggested you come visit him at the end of the day, promising you a private tour of the museum in exchange for your patience. You happily agreed to the plan, but only because you'd heard Steven mention a few behind-the-scenes places in the museum you couldn't resist the opportunity to drag him to.

The day seemed to drag for Steven at his little counter; making inventory lists, punching endless numbers into his till, and doing a double-take every time someone walked in, just in case it was you, trying to hide the disappointment on his face when he realised he still had to wait a little longer until he saw you again. It had only been a few months since he first mustered up all his nerve to ask you out for coffee, and now he almost didn't feel himself when he wasn't around you. Like somehow your beauty and exuberance and kindness reflected onto him until he was sure he was the best, and happiest, version of himself there had ever been. He found himself picturing your pretty smile first thing in the morning, still completely in disbelief that he was the person that got to wake up beside you and see it.

"Earth to Steven." You said again, starting to worry as you waved a hand in front of his face, watching his eyes slowly focus on reality again as he jumped in surprise.

"Sorry love! I was completely out of it then, I must have looked like a right plonker. If it helps, I was thinking about you." He offered bashfully, watching the mischievous smile forming on your face as you scanned the offerings around his station,

"Oh really, what was I wearing?" You fought back a laugh at the crimson colour that immediately flooded into his cheeks at the question, a thread of stutters and stumbled words all you got in response. "What are these Steven?" You cut off his attempt to elaborate by picking up a round red lollipop held in a spiraling display at the far end of the ledge.

"They're just lollipops that are supposed to make your tongue change colour, I don't know what they have to do with history or science, but people seem to love 'em." If you didn't have your back to him he would've seen the glimmer of an idea in your eyes before you spun and asked with an innocent grin, "Can I buy one please? For our tour."

"Of course, my treat love." He smiled softly as he watched you unwrap the plastic coating, face falling to accomodate a deep gulp as he watched you flick your tongue over the glistening red orb, before slowly sliding it between your lips. He could feel his pulse quicken as you let out a soft hum at its taste, eyes trailing over to his as you commented, tone needlessly sultry,

"Mm, strawberry." He ignored the ache building beside his hand as he quickly fumbled in his pocket to pull out a few coins, glad that it was his final transaction of the day as his blood seemed to be leaving his brain in favour of more fun areas. Taking your outstretched hand and leading you towards his favourite exhibits, he took a deep breath trying to steady himself from your effects on him. But you wouldn't let that happen.

As you moved between glass cases, it wasn't hard to tell your little ploy was having the intended effect. Steven would find himself tripping over his words, and his feet, trying to keep his mind on anything but the sugary draw of your lips. While you looked intently at each artifact he explained, he could only bring himself to stare at your mouth, watching your tongue circle the lollipop, lapping up the sticky droplets forming before running over the tip, making Steven shift awkwardly from one foot to the other, desperately trying to push the images of how good he knew it felt to have you sucking him that way.

You were surprised with how long he tried to keep his composure, clearly embarrassed by his obvious physical reaction, squirming to stand with his legs obscuring his crotch from your view, tugging at his collar as pink seemed to flush his skin as it stained your lips. It wasn't until you asked him if your tongue was "all pink now" before sticking it out at him with a devilish glint in your eyes that a little voice in his head made him realise he never stood a chance.

"Do you want to see where, uh, we put the new, what's the word... museum stuff?" He spluttered out, already gripping your hand a little more firmly as he picked up the pace towards the stockroom he knew wouldn't get checked this time of night.

"Lead the way handsome." You said happily, keeping your tone just innocent enough that you wouldn't completely give yourself away. Steven practically ripped open the door as he barged inside, panting from the short walk and the long-building frustration throbbing inside him. "Are you okay Steven?" You asked, saccharine sweet as you took the lollipop between your lips, exaggerating the sucking action with your cheeks.

"Um, yes. But also no." He mumbled, volume rising as he stepped towards you, framing your body against the door as he checked the lock. He planted one hand beside your head as the other slowly wrapped around the paper stick emerging from your lips, fingers gently pulling until the sweet escaped your lips with an audible pop. He moved deliberately slowly, your own heart racing at the hungry look in his eyes, slightly disheveled by an afternoon of your relentless teasing. Tentatively he pressed his lips to yours, eagerness rushing through him as the taste of strawberries flooded his mouth, his tongue plunging forward to follow its sweetness. You fought back a smile at his obvious keenness, frantically capturing your lips and exploring your mouth until he needed to pull away for breath, chest heaving with the overwhelming excitement. The hunger in his eyes hadn't dissipated at all, desperate desire burning inside him, hindering his ability to ask for what he so clearly wanted. You decided you'd been cruel enough, bringing your hands to his thighs as you slowly lowered to your knees.

"Is there something other than a lollipop you want me to put in my mouth Steven?" It took every ounce of his self-control not to lose it right there, your wide eyes staring up at him as your fingers toyed with buttons of his slacks, his silent but awestruck nod giving you the permission you needed. You could feel him straining against the fabric as you slid down his zip, peeling his trousers and boxers down his thighs until his aching manhood sprang free, already leaking its own sweet, sticky mess at his uncontrollable thoughts of you. Steven looked apologetic at his state despite your satisfied smile as you wrapped your hand around him, mumbling as you started to gentle rub away the throbbing tension,

"I'm sorry love, you're just so beautiful and with that lollipop, I couldn't stop thinking about, uh, things and - Oh!" His apology halted as brought your rosy red tongue to his glistening tip, lapping at it just like in his thoughts, humming happily as his eyes fluttered shut,

"Don't apologise Steven, you're way better than Strawberry." As if to prove your point you took him deeply between your lips, moaning as his hips bucked at the contact, slamming himself down your throat. The empty storage space was filled with whimpers and panting as he rubbed against the inside of your cheeks, feeling the soft warmth he'd been picturing all afternoon, eyes fixed to your bobbing head, watching you like the miraculous entity that you are, trying to capture the moment in all its glory in his mind, in case he never felt something so perfect again. The way your eyes looked up at him adoringly, the wet glide of your tongue as you pulled away, only to hum in satisfaction as you brought him back down your throat again, it was too much. Better than his imagination by a long stretch. His daydreams could never do your soft, warm touch justice. He could feel the pressure building inside him as he relished every sensation your movements created.

"Love, I'm gonna - um, you should -" He tried to warn you, not sure of the proper wording and fumbling over himself as you seemed to apply more pressure, picking up the pace as he crossed his threshold, a deep groan ripping free of his throat as his hips began to stutter, his release filling your cheeks as you drew every last drop of pleasure from him.

Steven watched in wide-eyed affection as you swallowed his seed like he was just another sweet treat, before sticking out your pink tongue while gently helping him back into his trousers. You pointed at the now much smaller sweet, still clutched in the hand that wasn't propped against the door, possibly the only thing keeping him from collapsing entirely.

"Can I have that back now?" The cheeky glint in your beaming smile filled Steven with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as he shook his head, putting the lollipop in his own mouth instead, looking a little panicked as he spoke,

"Absolutely not. You're banned from buying lollipops at my gift shop." He smiled at the incredulous laugh that burst from your lips as he helped you off your knees, sure you were going to be the death of him, but unable to think of a better way to go.

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cordeliawhohung · 5 months

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Golden Days

soap x pianist!fem!reader - written for @glitterypirateduck holiday challenge

A quiet coffee shop is the perfect place for Johnny to relax and get his mind off things. But he finds he enjoys it a bit more when someone starts playing the old, beat up piano.

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warnings: none! super fluffy! short and sweet. maybe slightly ooc soap because i don't write for him super often...

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a/n: inspired by the original lyrics to "have yourself a merry little christmas." i think that version deserves some more love.

Getting some R & R was always easier said than done, and Johnny found that he always had to keep his hands busy while he was on leave. Whether it was a quick skirmish of footy, hitting the gym, or even going for a walk, he was always in motion. But as the weather got cruddy with the bitter December wind and the pavement slick with what little snow dusted the lands, he found himself stuck to drawing. Simple sketches, he liked to call them. Silly doodles that meant little to nothing.

A majority of his journal was full of fragments of the world. A favela in Brazil where the buildings and homes seemed to stretch forever; a watermelon with a knife sticking out of it; diagrams of various ships and vehicles; the works. And he’d write some snarky comment or make fun of his captain in the privacy of ink and paper. His home away from home, whenever he was feeling sentimental, anyway.

Even as he enjoyed a fresh cup of coffee in his favorite mom-and-pop’s cafe, he drew. At first he started out with attempting to draw his cup of coffee, logo and all, until he realized that it would be lukewarm at best by the time he got the sketch how he liked it. Instead, he opted to drink his coffee while he scribbled down a Christmas tree. Might as well keep it to memory when the older gentleman who made his coffee had obviously spent so much effort into decorating it. Dazzling lights, gold tinsel and ribbons, and a glowing star at the very top. He wouldn’t be able to catch all the details, but it was enough.

A cold chill blew past the exposed skin on his forearm as the door opened and closed with a ringing bell. By habit, Johnny quickly glanced up towards the entrance where he saw you, bundled up in a winter outfit. He had never seen you before, which didn’t surprise him because he was hardly home enough to recognize most faces anymore. Your smile instantly warmed the shop back up as you grinned at the old man behind the counter.

“About time you showed up,” the old geezer teased as you approached him. “The usual?”

Sweet, Johnny thought. There was always something endearing about the love elders held for younger generations. Their knowing gazes, their kind smiles, although usually mischievous too. The owner got to work on making your cup of coffee, and as you waited you began to wander around the shop. Decorated head to toe in pine and all the gold decorations in the world, it was a bright warm corner in the sleepy city.

Naturally, you eventually made your way over to an upright piano pushed up against the wall next to the Christmas tree. Somehow, it was beautiful and ugly at the same time. Faded ivory keys, but a beautiful dark stained wood for the body, and it was also missing the upper panel, exposing the hammers and strings. It looked like it had been through hell and back, yet still stood proudly like the day it was made.

“Why don’t you play us something?” the owner suggested, his hands still busy with making your drink.

You paused just as your fingers brushed against the keys before throwing a cautious glance around the shop. No one else was in the shop besides Johnny, who you threw a polite smile towards before your eyes settled back on the older man.

“Maybe another time,” you deflected, eyes flickering over to Johnny. “Don’t want to scare away your customers.”

“Aye, don’t worry about me,” Johnny spoke up. He waved a graphite covered hand at you, pencil still nestled between his fingers. “I don’t mind a bit of music.”

The internal struggle was obvious in your eyes, and Johnny turned his attention back to his drawing in an attempt to keep the pressure off of you. Eventually he heard a slight creak of wood as the ancient stool settled underneath your weight. Johnny couldn’t help but glance back up at you as your fingers ghosted over the keys, petting them almost, before you dove headfirst into a dreamy chord.

“What the hell?” you exclaimed, the music quickly cutting off.

Boisterous laughter erupted from the owner as he leaned against the counter, your cup of coffee next to him. You looked at him with wild eyes and mouth slightly agape.

“You tuned this piece of junk?” you questioned.

The old man held his arms to the side and shrugged. “Merry Christmas.”

With some newfound vigor, your attention returned back to the piano in front of you before you played that chord once more, that time with more confidence. It was such a soft, beautiful melody; something that reminded Johnny of his childhood somehow, yet he couldn’t quite place it. Some sort of nostalgia hidden deep in his chest that started to ache and burn.

And then you started to sing.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas. It may be your last.”

That… wasn’t how he remembered the song going. Blue eyes tore away from his journal as Johnny looked up at you. With your back turned to him, it was impossible to see your face, but he watched as your arms moved and fingers danced, how your body swayed with the beat and your feet tapped on the pedals.

“Next year we may all be living in the past. Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Pop that champagne cork. Next year we may all be living in New York.”

So much for making the Yule-tide gay. There was something a little more somber about this version of the song you performed, something that had both Johnny and the shop owner completely enamored. Between your singing and the lights of the Christmas tree casting a warm glow over you, it was something straight out of an odd, demented Hallmark movie.

“No good times like the olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who were dear to us, will be near to us no more.”

There was a slight pause in the music. A prolonged chord that rang on the exposed shimmering strings of the piano. The moving hammers fell still in the exposed skeleton of the piano. After a moment, your head fell slightly as you continued on to finish the rest of the song.

“But at least we all will be together. If the Lord allows. From now on, we’ll have to muddle through somehow. So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.”

Notes sang and died down into silence as the song ended. You sat there for a short while before sliding off of the bench and awkwardly facing the rest of the mostly empty shop. The owner gave you a few well-natured claps, to which you bowed sarcastically to before approaching the counter once more to retrieve your drink. But Johnny was still dumbfounded.

“Beautiful. Haven’t heard that version before,” he spoke up, setting his pencil along the center of his journal where it rested between the pages. He leaned back in his seat, stunning blue eyes taking in the sight of you.

You turned to him with a sheepish smile, hands wrapped around the warm center of your cup. “It’s the original version Judy Garland wrote, actually. The one they deemed too depressing and asked her to change.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Really?”

“Yeah. I always liked this version better,” you explained.

Somehow during your short conversation, you had managed to meander closer to Johnny’s table, hand brushing against the chair across from him yet not braving to take the seat. He wasn’t ignorant to the way your eyes flickered down to his journal, or how your lips tugged into a small smile at the sight of it.

“Pretty,” you commented, nodding towards the journal.

Instinctively, Johnny glanced down at his work, and he could feel his throat grow a little tight. There was the luxurious Christmas tree he had sketched, with the dazzling ornaments, then there was the dimensions of the walls behind it, and then there was a half finished sketch of you, sitting at the piano facing away from him.

“Aye, it’s something I guess,” he chuckled, hands playing with the edge of the paper.

He blamed the glow of the lights for making you so beautiful. Like some sort of angel that should have been sitting on top of a tree rather than talking with someone like him. But you are there, and you’re real, and you ask him his name and give him yours and he swears that whole conversation feels like coming home. Like he never belonged anywhere else except in that coffee shop with you. Maybe he was just feeling sentimental.

“Well, I, uh, have to get going,” you said eventually, eyes awkwardly darting to the clock that rested above Johnny’s head on the wall. “But I’ll be back here around the same time tomorrow. I could… play you a happier song.”

It was impossible for him to hide his grin as he stared up at you. Of course he agreed, and he found himself getting more excited for it than he should have been. You give him a sheepish wave as you exit the shop, the bell ringing with your absence as you dissipate down the street. Things grew quiet again as it was just Johnny and the old shopkeeper, who was busy cleaning his machines. He looked back down at his journal and fiddled with his pencil as he thought about how to finish up his sketch. A part of him wished you came into the shop earlier. He would have put you at the center of the picture rather than that tree.

“She’s single,” the man suddenly spoke up.

When Johnny looked up, he realized the man was looking at him, and he wasn’t all too secretive about the mischievous glint he had in his eyes either. Really, he wasn’t quite sure what to say in response.

“Yeah? That’s some intel you got,” he said, slightly stiff and a bit sarcastic.

“She likes the Italian restaurant two blocks down the road,” the man continued. “I’m sure she would say yes if you asked her to go with you.”

At that, Johnny had to chuckle, and it sounded something like a warm grumble in his chest, as if he was actually attempting to entertain the idea. Still smiling, he glanced down at his journal again, finger tapping against the paper.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas. It may be your last.

Well, perhaps he could entertain that thought after all.

#soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #codholiday2023 #cod x reader

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thecat620 · 2 years

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Akatsuki Older Sibling Energy Headcanons

This might sound really dorky but I like writing the Akatsuki less as psycho criminals and more as these guys (and Konan) being a weird family to each other in a modern setting. And I could see them being really good friends and older siblings to someone if they chose to write them like that.

So here’s some sibling energy headcanons for the Akatsuki.

Itachi Uchiha (duh): The Natural Big Brother

*Already a big brother so he’ll be very patient and kind to someone he sees as surrogate sibling.

*He’s the one that has the most common sense of everyone from the Akatsuki excluding Konan so he’d have the most experience.

*He’s someone you could go to for advice and comfort if needed.

*Will do his darndest to make sure you’re well-fed and cared for and kick the ass of anyone that makes you cry

*Affection comes through head-pokes with the occasional genuine hug if needed.

Kisame Hoshigaki: The Affectionate Big Brother

*Despite looking fearsome, Kisame is a total sweetheart when it comes to a sibling.

*Daily hugs and praising for how cute you are will definitely happen and he’ll have a tendency to worry if you’re hurt or upset.

*If anyone hurts you, God help them if they get on Kisame’s bad side.

*Is very open to giving you gifts and wanting to spend time with you.

*Affection through hugs and kisses are guaranteed.

Zetsu: The mysterious yet awkward big brother

*Not exactly used to caring for someone, he’ll be awkward at first.

*He’s someone that wants to be a good sibling but isn’t sure how to go about it.

*If something were to happen to you, he’d rush to your defense in a heartbeat.

*Might be a bit mischievous as he opens up to you

*Affection is shown mostly through comforting words and headpats.

Deidara: The Fun Big Brother

*If you’re looking to have fun, Deidara is the one to go to. He’s always ready to share his interests as well as encouraging you to explore your own interests.

*Is always ready to go out and do something or do projects with you. He wants to be a good brother and be someone you can rely on.

*While easygoing, Deidara will go into protective mode if you’re in danger. He might not always seem like it but he’ll kick anyone’s butt if they mess with you.

*Can be very goofy so you feel the closest to him.

*Affection is shown through high-fives and hugs but he’ll get pretty bashful.

Sasori: The Cool Big Brother

*Sasori has a natural tendency to draw others close to him, you included, through his charisma. He might seem distant but he’ll always be there for you when you need him.

*He’s someone you can talk to when no one else seems appropriate. He’ll always give the best advice and will keep anything you say confidential.

*Despite his emotionless exterior, he has a big of a playful side and enjoys teasing you a bit.

*He wouldn’t need to get physical if anyone hurt you but he’ll get back at them in other more creative ways.

*He isn’t the most outwardly affectionate but he does have a knack for gifts so he’ll always put any thought into anything he gets you.

Tobi: The Dorky Big Brother

*Tobi is a very doting and loving person but he can be very clumsy when trying to show that off.

*He’ll want to spend so much time with you it might be hard to get a moment alone but you appreciate that he’s trying so hard.

*He might be older than you but he comes across as way younger than he actually is.

*Tobi isn’t the strongest physically but he’ll give his all to protect his precious baby sibling.

*He’s the most affectionate of the group, always ready with hugs and cuddles and glomping you when excited.

Hidan: The Teasing Troublemaker Big Brother

*Hidan enjoys having someone younger to mess with in all kinds of ways whether it’s making smart-ass remarks or trying to pick fights through petty bickering.

*He’s also the one to try and get you in trouble if he somehow manages to convince you to go along with one of his stupid pranks. It’s one of the few ways his brain can come up with for how he can spend time with you.

*Getting you flustered is practically second nature to him through his natural sadistic tendencies and seeing you freak out will always make him laugh.

*He might not always show it but he does care in some capacity so if anyone were fool enough to make you cry, he’d beat their asses into putty. But when you try to thank him, he’ll brush you off saying the only one allowed to mess with you is him.

*It’s probably less affectionate and more just enjoying messing with you but he likes showing his “affection” through grabbing you into a headlock and giving you vicious noogies while mocking you. It’s his own twisted way of showing that he does care. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

Kakuzu: The Strict Big Brother

*Kakuzu is a very traditional sort of guy who wants the best for you but he isn’t the best at showing he cares. He’ll expect for you to do your homework and chores promptly and to not get in trouble.

*He has the most experience of everyone so for worldly advice he’d be the one to go to. He can be a bit long-winded but eventually he’ll get to the point of what he’s trying to say.

*Kakuzu isn’t known for his patience so if you try to ask him to teach you something or help with your studies, be wary. Also he might charge you so tread with caution there.

*He isn’t the most in-tune with his emotions but if someone hurt you, he’d be there to tell off whoever was foolish enough to torment you or go directly to their parents/teachers and rant at them for how they were hurting you.

*Affection really isn’t his thing but if you can get a pat on the shoulder or head, that will mean the world.

Pein: The Quiet Big Brother

*Pein is not the most easy to get to know since he keeps to himself. Not out of any dislike of you but because he doesn’t know how to handle being around someone younger.

*He mostly stays quiet because he’ll accidentally say the wrong thing when trying to be a good big brother. You know he’s trying so you don’t stay upset with him.

*Eventually you become closer because you learn of his own interests which helps him lighten up. It isn’t always easy for him to open up but being around someone who’s genuinely interested in what he likes makes him happy.

*He might put his foot in his mouth a lot but he will always protect you if needed. He doesn’t like seeing those he cares about get hurt.

*Despite looking intimidating with his face piercings, Pein gets flustered easily and will be very quick with hugs and head pats so he can run off and calm down.

Konan: The Sensible Big Sister

*Being surrounded by a bunch of guys, Konan is probably the most reliable one of the group. She is very straightforward with what she’ll say to you but is kind to her core.

*She might not always seem like she cares but she cares very deeply.

*Konan is the best listener so if you need to let off steam, she’s there to listen with tea ready.

*She doesn’t like to fight but if you were in danger, she’ll pull out the stops to protect you.

*Long hugs and backrubs are how she’ll show her affection as well as homemade gifts.

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secretsappyabode · 2 years

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You're so lovely thank you for your sweet support on my Texfred art Tiff, I appreciate you for taking the time to write such kind things ;-----;✨🧡👑!!!

I wanted to come ask, what are some of the ways the twins like to make you laugh, especially when you could really use a good cheer-me-up :o?

Clover @tex-treasures

its my absolute pleasure clover!!! :''''') ty for the ask!! <33333

AAAAAAA this question is so sweet!! honestly, making each other laugh is like ESSENTIAL in my relationships yknow jkfgkljdfhgkjhd. cuz the moment you know another persons sense of humour, and knowing what makes them laugh/smile? such a nice way of making them happy and idk theres something personal about that. laughter is the best feeling in the world and if you can make ur partner feel that way? idk to me thats the way to my heart hehehe

Stan is a really funny person, like its one of his strong traits. even if hes not trying to be funny, his snark and bitter sarcasm is enough to make me crack a smile. like.....hes also just really rude?? hfjhdgdfk like he will outright tell someone that they have an ugly baby like "woah lady you have one ugly baby!!" AND I JUST- ON ONE HAND ITS LIKE STAN U CANT JUST SAY THAT BUT ON THE OTHER HAND HOLY SHIT HIS BLUNTNESS CAN BE REALLY FUNNY not because of what he says but more so how hes just NOT ASHAMED LIKE STAN PLZZZZ this man cannot be contained

honestly??? anything he cld do to try cheer me up cld work! crack a bad joke, share a funny story, or maybe an impression of some jerk that gave me a hard time, heck even insulting the jerk somehow (not necessarily to their face, although stan wldnt hesitate) stan: ooh look at me i wear too much cologne to compensate for my tiny dick stan: uh oh karen u dropped smth, its the stick that u lodge up ur ass stan: i tell u what tiff u got real good taste, and not just cuz ur dating me and sixer, but everyone in this hick town is ugly as shit like yeesh did they get hit w the ugly stick when they were born or what me: (clutching my sides and tears streaming down my face) STAN PLZ- stan: eheyyyy theres that smile ;)

Ford is a bit different. he doesnt rly use the "make her laugh" tactic to cheer me up, he lets stan take care of that. hes more of the "give her the plaidypus treatment and make her fave drink" guy. basically a lot of holding and words of affirmation, a kiss on the forehead or two shld def do the trick.

HOWEVER, doesnt mean the guy aint funny. hes a diff brand of funny though, he can be sassy and mischievous when he wants to. (when both stan and ford get snarky its a real fuckin treat lemme tell ya) according to journal 3, he used to prank fiddleford by messing w his rubiks cube. its small and harmless, but tiny pranks is his way of playing around and teasing others. sometimes when i enter a room, he starts to sing an old 50s song rly loudly and grabs my hands to swing me around in a bad waltz cuz he knows i get embarrassed easily and i start to giggle out of habit (FJHKJDHFDG IT JUST FLUSTERS ME OK)

also??? yknow his bit with "princess unattainabelle"??? cmon....cmon.....its small instances like that, showing how he can be playful when he wants to be. also he loves to tell bad puns. everytime, its a bad one. and i may groan but i smile and shake my head fondly. ford: u wanna hear a chemistry joke? me: (knowing its gonna be bad) ok sure why not ford: ford: ford: me: yeah? ford: oh sorry were u waiting for a reaction? me: (smiling) oh my goddddddd sTOP

ford can be a little shit hfljhgkjfdhg

also can i just say??? i really like the fan interpretation of the twins done by this person here. he draws them (and everyone in general rly) so well and the silly comics he makes is just so good??? and funny??? like ive basically adopted it into my headcanon that the twins are just Like This

#ford loving hours #stan loving hours #lovely people #the twins doing all they can to make me laugh knowing what makes me laugh is all just so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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pantoneyoongi · 9 months

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the sun & the stars | 05 | kth

title ; the sun & the star pairing ; taehyung x you

word count ; 5.7k

description ;

taehyung’s known you almost his whole life - his sister’s best friend, the girl who invades his home and his life on the daily. you’re the one who gave his sister the nickname ‘sky’ to begin with - and also the one who relented when he whined about it at age five and said okay, you can be the stars, then. it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention. sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else.

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

notes ;

i cannot believe i still didn't manage to finish this out woops but here is part five, pls enjoy :) the next part will probably be just a short epilogue !

tags ; college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff, mentions of absent parents and financial instability, insecurity, brief mentions of infidelity, sun is a words of affirmation girlie, yoongi cameo!!

you don’t make it a habit to think about seokjin. but sometimes he sneaks in, slips past your defenses, and he floods you.

the moment he first smiled at you, you knew it was game over. seokjin had you wrapped around his finger and you were too willing to let him play you like a puppet on strings.

you suppose a dog on a leash would be a more accurate metaphor. you’d convinced yourself you’d follow him to the ends of the world and back, just to see that smile. you wanted a white picket fence home badly enough to settle for being the family pet.

seokjin made you laugh, effortlessly. he never once looked at you the way others whispered about you, the beginnings of your reputation and the wildfire rumors that you didn’t care enough to put out. he treated you only as the way he saw you: defiant, childish, even a little bit shy.

the truth is that if hoseok hadn’t told you what was happening between seokjin and sky, you never would’ve even noticed, so wrapped up in his pretty eyes and pretty smile and pretty words.

you loved him. you did.

you were just never going to choose him over sky, no matter how you loved him.

whatever damage he left you with, you’ve refused to acknowledge. you admit to the hurt, but you don’t admit to its depth. how far it’s sunk into you, how the poison spreads to all the other wounds you have, slowly burning you to ash.

because seokjin is a reminder that every possibility of the home you dream of is a lie. you don’t ever get to come home to someone. all those nights he fell asleep with you on the phone, the pseudo-concept of someone tucking you into bed, all of it was a mirage.

you don’t get to have a family that’s there when you need them. you don’t get to have a family that hangs up holiday lights with you, or goes on vacations together, or helps you unpack at your freshman year college dorm. you know your parents work hard and try their best, but there’s no stepping around the fact that they weren’t there for you. they aren’t. they’re absent and you have no choice but to be grateful even if you feel resentful, too. you have to sit with the guilt of that resentment, knowing you don’t get to have what all the other kids around you have - you’re the outlier. you’re the one whose parents you can never find in the crowd. whose parents are never home.

you used to think seokjin could sort of be like home.

he wasn’t. turns out, what you knew all along was true: sky is your home.

taehyung is your home.

yet, even knowing this, they felt so far away. maybe it’s your fault, for watching too many shows and too many commercials about happy families with kids who get to live carefree childhoods. who don’t jump from one shift to another to class then back to work, who spend their afternoons in front of frozen yogurt counters, talking and laughing, instead of behind them, handing out change and cleaning up after they’ve gone. you’ve been working since before you were legally allowed to, paid under the counter just to stock up spare change.

when you were younger, it was easier. kids don’t know any better. can’t tell the differences as easily. but the older you got, the more obvious it became. and the less you wanted anyone to notice.

the jealousy doesn’t sit well with you. but it is there, and you never wanted sky and taehyung to know. you don’t think it’s fair. sky and taehyung are lucky to be so loved and protected, and you would never wish them any worse off kind of life, but the days add up and the nights pass and sometimes, when you were younger, you’d stare outside your window towards their house, and feel so, terribly, far away.

envy is the monster living under your bed. loneliness is the one that sleeps next to you.

it’s only been a couple days. but every time another sunset passes, taehyung feels himself grow more and more on edge, the anxiety gnawing away at him.

he camps out by his window, trying to catch sight of you coming home from your shifts, but somehow you still manage to elude him. the fight lingers in his mind and it feels brutal, replays on a loop, taehyung’s own personal torture mechanism.

sky can tell something’s shifted in taehyung’s mood. something larger than the fact that you still haven’t stopped by, with enough time passed that even their parents are asking about you. sky doesn’t push, though, only asks on occasion if he wants to join her whenever yoongi drops by to pick her up to visit hoseok.

taehyung doesn’t join. the guilt is eating away at him, knowing that the reason you won’t come over now includes him and the careless things he said that night.

you don’t pick up his calls. you don’t answer his texts. taehyung considers leaving a voicemail but knows it’d too quickly deteriorate and you don’t deserve taehyung’s messiness in your inbox. you continue to put up a front in the group chat instead, where it’s easy for you to not acknowledge him there, letting the conversation die or move on.

you’ve never been angry with him before. maybe annoyed, but never angry. he can’t unsee the hurt in your expression, the shame and the utter anguish, the sense that you’re just… alone. taehyung made you feel alone.

because he doesn’t understand you. you’re right. he has no idea what it’s like. everything he thought he was so clever for seeing and noticing about you - it was all surface level, the very peaks of the mountains you kept hidden behind the way that you chose to love your friends.

taehyung buries his face in his hands. jimin had smacked him over the head and told him to apologize, but that would require being able to find you, and you’re not interested in being found. for someone who literally lives across the street, you do an excellent job dodging your neighbors.

“look,” jimin had sighed when taehyung admitted what he’d said to his friend. “i know she doesn’t talk about the hard things with us, but none of us are stupid, right? it is hard on her, whether or not she says it. and she’s trying so hard to hide it, trying so hard to protect us, it feels wrong to not at least let her pretend we don’t know. to just let her have it. but that’s because that’s the kind of relationship i have with her. i don’t want to push her. but you, of all people -” jimin had cut off then, rubbing his head frustratedly. “just - go find her and apologize.”

taehyung sighs, staring out at your dark house across the street. every attempt he makes to find you is fruitless, and it looks like you have no intention of coming home to him.

his heart aches in his chest, and he hates that he knows this feeling.

he’s lost at sea, with no idea how to get home.

“fucking finally.”

you back snaps straight at the sound, mouth open to greet whoever came through, but you slump back down into your godawful posture when you realize it’s just yoongi. you probably should’ve known it was him based on the drawl in his voice, but hey, you’re tired. sue you.

“how can i help you,” you say dryly, flinching back when yoongi tries to flick at the ridiculous cap that comes part and parcel with your froyo uniform. he smirks when you throw him an unamused look.

“you’ve been mia,” he says, placing his hands on the counter and leaning forward slightly. you give a charming, sarcastic smile and gesture around the store.

“i’ve been busy.”

yoongi matches your sardonic smile. “you’ve also been ignoring my texts.”

“don’t take it personal,” you smile sweetly. “or do, actually. since when were you a double texter anyway?”

yoongi exhales loudly. “well i have this friend,” he starts off, and you roll your eyes, knowing he’s about to get dramatic. “and i’ve been trying to get ahold of her for weeks now, because someone else told me that she’s been an avoidant little shit lately, so me, being the good friend i am, have been trying to figure out what’s going on. you’d think that my friend would text me back at least once, but instead, even though out of the goodness of my heart, i used to go out of my way to drive her to and from school, she seems to have completely forgotten how generous i am and forced me to go on this wild goose hunt bullshit to track her down so we can have one conversation-”

“give it a rest, yoongi,” you groan, lolling your head back. yoongi grins.

“and now i’m here,” he finally finishes. “waiting for an explanation. why are you giving sky a hard time?”

you narrow your eyes at him. “why do i always feel like you like sky better than me?”

“because i do. why are you giving sky a hard time?”

you suck your teeth in annoyance but yoongi persists, staring you down, one eyebrow raising expectantly.

“i’m not giving her a hard time, yoongi.”

yoongi stares at you. you stare back. he stares harder.

you resist the urge to toss your cap at him. when you don’t relent, he exhales a long sigh, running one hand through his hair. “why are you being so stubborn?”

something anxious curls in your stomach, but you ignore it. “i’m just busy, yoongi.”

“can you stop giving me bullshit answers, y/n?” he snaps back, patience waning, and you lower your head. you’re no longer talking to regular yoongi. you’re talking to protective yoongi, the same one who drove you back and forth from school just so you could avoid sky when you were in high school. this version of yoongi is no longer taking your side, though.

he softens a little at the sight of your ducked head, the way your fingers curl against the countertops. “look,” he says, gentler this time. “whatever’s happening, you can’t keep running from it every time. i let you hide when you were in high school because you needed the time to process the shit seokjin put you through. but we’re not kids anymore, sun, and sky and taehyung are your best friends. they worry about you. everyone worries about you, because they care about you, and they want you around. so get that through your thick skull, would you?”

you look up at him a bit petulantly when you hear his last sentence, but he just gives you a half-smile, eyes kind in spite of the somewhat rough way he delivers his words. he leans forward again, waiting for your answer. you lower your eyes.

when you still fail to respond to him, yoongi sighs quietly. “y/n,” he says, and you return your gaze to him, a little more vulnerable than before. “let your friends in, kid. they can handle it. just give them a chance to.”

he lets you mull over what he’s said, watching you turn the words over in your head. they feel so much like a foreign concept, but you know he’s right. you can’t keep running from your friends. you can’t keep locking them out of your head just because you’re scared.

you need to break your own worst habits, and trust that your friends will be there to catch you.

when you finally look back up at him, a little teary-eyed, he lets out a scoff, but there’s no malice behind it, just fondness. he taps the top of your cap, then drags a chair over to sit across you at the counter, propping his chin against his hand.

“now tell me,” he prompts. “what’s been going on in the life of sun?”

despite yoongi’s intervention, you still haven’t stopped by sky and taehyung’s house. part of you is embarrassed, but another part of you simply isn’t ready.

you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do, honestly. do you just show up, act like you haven’t been missing for like two weeks straight, or…? what does the handbook say about dodging your friends without explanation and then suddenly reappearing in their lives?

you contemplate this as you sit in your driveway, staring at your dark house. it’s cold outside, but you don’t want to go in. your head feels too messy, too many things jumbled up that you can’t untangle.

with a sigh, you heave yourself out of your car and lock it behind you, turning away from your house to walk down the street instead of through your front door. it’s dark, but the other houses on the street have their lights on, and combined with the street lamps, you can see well enough as you trudge down the sidewalk with your hands shoved into your pockets.

you grew up on this street. the winding sidewalk is familiar to you, having talked off sky’s ears for a decade straight every morning and every afternoon on the way to and from the bus stop. you take pause only at the neighborhood park, smiling a little at the memory of a younger version of you and sky running around it, dangling from monkey bars and barreling down slides, screaming happily.

you step onto the wood chips, running a hand over one of the spring riders. there’s two of them, a little dinosaur and a seahorse. sky always wondered who picked the creatures - “they don’t make any sense, sun,” - and you always countered that, “it’s not supposed to make sense, sky, it’s just supposed to be fun.”

you lean against the dinosaur, feeling it sway a little. you shift to slightly sit on it sideways, one hand on the handlebar but both feet still largely on the ground, so it takes most of your weight but doesn’t bounce forwards and back.

when you were kids, the dinosaur was always yours, and the seahorse was sky’s. if you close your eyes and think for long enough, you can probably still hear sky laughing at your ridiculous explanation for why the dinosaur and the seahorse are best friends at the playground.

you smile wryly. it makes you nostalgic. things were simpler back then. you don’t know when things started to get complicated. you don’t know when you learned to run away, instead of running straight to sky and taehyung.

you suppose you just didn’t want to be the reason their lives were anything less than picture perfect.

you feel like a stain in their lives. like someone filmed their movie and forgot to take you out of the scene, a misplaced prop left behind and memorialized in their reel. but maybe if you try hard enough, no one will notice that you were mistakenly left in view. maybe you’ll blend in enough and the audience will think it was intentional.

you just don’t want to be the reason two adored and unconditionally loved kids, who have been shielded their whole lives, have to learn and understand what it means to be hurt.

even if that means you have to bleed out alone.

a scuffling noise has your head snapping in the direction of the sound, body tensing in preparation to either fight or (more likely) run for your life. but you relax at the sight of a familiar face, taehyung’s embarrassed expression as he rights himself, having just narrowly avoided letting his face meet the sidewalk when he tripped over… air, probably.

you try to hide your amusement. you really do.

but then it hits you that taehyung’s here, and it hits taehyung that you’re here, and now both of you are stiff again, staring at each other, unsure what to do or say.

taehyung shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another. “i was just… on a walk,” he mumbles.

you bite your lip. “...me too.”

neither of you seem capable of looking at each other, instead staring at aimless spots further away, lingering in each other’s presence in silence. it’s painfully awkward, and you can’t stand how quiet it is, so with a shaky breath, you try, “why are you out so late?”

taehyung’s eyes immediately fall to you, and you despise how easily your heart rate jolts up. taehyung always looks at you like you really are the sun. the center of his universe.

he shrugs one shoulder, letting it rise and then fall. “just wanted some fresh air, i guess.”

you eyes shift to the side as you think this over, brows drawing in. “...in the dead of winter?”

he clears his throat. “well…” he trails off, then frowns. “why do you always question it when i’m out and about?”

you stare at him. “because you’re always out and about at the weirdest times!”

you watch him straighten a little, affronted. “you’re out too.”

you sputter. this is ridiculous. you’re sitting on a dinosaur toy at a children’s playground arguing with taehyung about nonsense. you feel silly having this discussion while literally still perched on top of a wobbly spring rider so you clumsily slide off it, pushing back for leverage to stand up straight again.

but taehyung takes this as you exiting the conversation, uninterested in even bickering with him about nothing. he panics. he’s not ready for you to leave. he just got here, just found a chance to talk to you again, and he’s wasting it squabbling over - over curfew, more or less.

no. he can’t let you go like this. not without having the conversation he meant to have with you, the one you’ve been trying to avoid that he doesn’t want to avoid, no matter how hard it might get.

but whatever eloquent bid for you to stay with him is exchanged in favor of the fear that’s been building in him for days, maybe even weeks. he blurts it out without thinking, “why are you always hiding from me?”

it was supposed to come out frustrated but instead it came out desperate, begging to understand why you’re always running, why you won’t ever let all parts of you show, why there’s always one side hidden away, never once all of you standing in front of him. there’s always some part of you shadowed, like you don’t trust anyone enough to let them see all of you.

he can’t read you. he’s realized he’s never been able to; you do so well putting up masks, like it comes naturally to you. maybe it does. maybe years of pretending like nothing’s wrong makes you feel like it could be possible, that everything is okay.

but the longer he waits for your answer, the more the cracks begin to show. you can’t laugh this off, or distract him with something else. you weren’t trying to leave in the first place, but when he asks you so bluntly, you can only stand there, frozen in place. everything in you says to run, but your feet won’t move. your eyes shift away from him, and your jaw sets tight, like you’re trying not to cry. slowly, it dawns on him that maybe the front you spent years putting up is exactly what you need. for everything to be okay.

he takes a cautious step closer. you don’t move away, but you do flinch a little, and it breaks his heart. he makes his way to you, slowly, carefully, and with every step, more and more of you reveals yourself to him. the slight tremble in your bottom lip, the tears that start to blur your vision, but they don’t fall, you just blink them away, out of habit.

when he’s in front of you, you still don’t look up to meet his gaze. it’s like you’re paralyzed.

gently, he places his hands on your arms, rubbing slow, soothing circles. he ducks down a little to look you in the eye, and finally your eyes flick to his. he hates how wounded you look. how completely helpless.

your breaths are shaky, and your lips part to say something, but then you glance away from him again. he squeezes your arms a little, reassuring. “sun,” he murmurs, and when you look at him, everything falls apart.

taehyung makes you feel a lot of things. things you’re not used to, things you don’t know if you could ever get used to. all the years growing up with him, he’s made you worry, he’s made you laugh, he’s made you feel shy. hell, he’s made your heart flutter a couple times, too. those are all still things you can handle, whisk away into a locked box in the corner of your mind.

but he also makes you feel safe. he so easily takes away the weight on your shoulders, just by being near you, and that’s the part that you can’t stand. that’s the part you’re always running away from.

because what if one day, the home you found in taehyung, isn’t there anymore, either?

it’s so much easier to run away than it is to be left behind.

he dismantles you, sheds off every layer of armor and distance you keep between you and the world. he does it quietly, delicately, with so much love. you can’t fight him. you don’t know how to.

he lifts a hand to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, his touch soft and familiar. your eyes close from the soothing action, and when you open them again, taehyung has a small, yearning smile on his face. he’s still patiently waiting for you to let him in.

your words come out as a whisper. if he wasn’t standing so close, you don’t think he would’ve heard them, “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head. “you don’t have to be sorry, sun.” just come back to me.

the tears spill over silently, and he wipes them away with so much care, like you’re beloved. you stare up at him, wishing it wasn’t always so hard for you to just say what you’re thinking. but with every caress, the words feel less like sharp scrapes coming up your throat and more like deeply buried childhood kept secrets that can finally touch the air.

“i only know how to be alone, taehyung,” you admit, and he nods, listening, eyes a bit sad as he brushes away your tears. “so it’s what i default to when i get scared. it’s what i know. so even when it hurts, it feels like protection. i’m used to it, so i just…” you trail off for a minute, and he uses the hand that’s not wiping your tears to thread through your hair, combing it back. the feel of his fingers through your hair is so comforting, a fresh set of tears rises up, but taehyung wipes those away, too.

“i guess i just figured it was easier to cope with what i know, than the possibility of something that could be worse.”

he hums, knuckles brushing against your skin. he’s so warm, and you lean into his touch. “what are you so afraid of, sun?” he asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut. before you can say it out loud, he promises, “i’m not going anywhere. not without you.”

your eyes flash open to look at him. he means it; you know he does, you’ve always known this, but your insecurities and your fears have always trampled over the promise taehyung makes in every action he takes, every moment in which he chooses to stand by you, search for you, ask to be by your side, so long as you let him. but hearing him say it out loud feels different, and you let the words sink into you, slowly.

taehyung watches it all happen, and before he can second guess himself, he tugs you to him, pulling you flush against his chest. you’re so surprised you squeak a little, and taehyung has to hide a smile that probably isn’t appropriate for the serious conversation you’re having right now. your ears flush a little so he knows you saw his smile anyway, but your hands still hesitantly wrap around his middle, glassy eyes peering up at him.

his hand is warm on your back, and he tucks his head over yours, feeling you relax into his arms. you shift to rest your head against his shoulder, letting your eyes close.

they say love isn’t really about butterflies in your stomach. it’s more about comfort, and steadiness, feeling safe with someone.

you feel safe, here.

you can feel the rumble in taehyung’s chest when he speaks, voice low and familiar. “sun,” he plays with the ends of your hair absently as he speaks. “there’s a lot that i don’t know. i admit to that. jimin says you keep me and sky and the rest of us from really knowing because… because, like always, you want to protect us. but,” he draws away slightly to look at you. “it goes both ways, sun. i’m your friend. we’re your friends. if you can’t lean on us, then what’s the point?”

he brings one hand up to your cheek, cradling it. “i don’t want to be the kind of friend that’s only here when things are good.”

i don’t want to be the kind of friend that’s only here when things are good.

taehyung shatters you. your lips part but all that leaves you is a gasp and the tears that have been silently trailing down your cheeks, brushed away so tenderly by taehyung, erupt into sobs, your hands clutching at him as taehyung murmurs comfort into your ears, holding you close to him. he lets you cry into his chest, rocks you back and forth soothingly, makes promises and reminds you of all the things you’ve been scared to ask of him - of anyone - to love you even when things aren’t good. to love you for all of you, and not just the brightest parts of you. to love you and to stay.

you crumble like this, in his arms, because it finally feels safe to.

the walk back home is awkward. you’re still sniffling here and there, taehyung’s jacket tugged warm around you. but there’s no amount of layers to hide the embarrassment, of how loud and how long you just cried against him.

god, and he’s younger than you. get it together, y/n.

but still, your heart feels steady. like someone’s cradling it, keeping it safe. you know that someone is taehyung, who’d held you so close, like you were precious, even if he was pretending like he wasn’t crying a little, too.

(taehyung’s always been a bit of a crybaby.)

he drops you off at your front door, and you try to hide the reluctance in giving back his jacket. you also try to offer his scarf back, too, but he stops you, instead tugging it so it’s snug around your neck. “it’s yours now,” he says simply, but when he looks at you, you don’t think he’s just talking about the scarf.

when he smiles, all remaining thoughts fly out the window. you love that smile; you’ve spent almost every day trying to put it on his face. but then his thoughts begin to show on his face, smile fading as he carefully forms the words he wants to say.

your quiet, sincere taehyung, whose words have always been far and few between, because he wants every one of them to count.

you probably should’ve expected the apology. but you don’t, already overwhelmed by the gentle way taehyung takes care of you, and your expression instantly changes in protest, but he places one hand against your cheek, immediately disintegrating anything you would’ve said into nothing.

you guess if nothing else, he figured out what it takes to shut you up.

“listen,” he persists. “just for a minute. please don’t tell me i don’t have to be sorry. i said a lot of things i shouldn’t have. not just that night, but especially that night. i panicked, and it’s not an excuse, and it doesn’t change the fact that i hurt you because i didn’t think about what it might mean, especially when it comes from someone like me, who’s never had to worry about even my tuition to pay. and i knew you were tired that night. i knew you didn’t want to talk, and i pushed you, because i needed it. and that’s not fair, sun.”

his thumb brushes over your cheek, gaze steady on you. “it was careless. i was wrong. i’m sorry.”

you stare up at him. he’s resolute, serious, and when he sees you give in, fold to him; when he feels you relax against his touch, he smiles gently. with a voice barely above a whisper, he murmurs, “can you try and trust me? with even just a little bit. whatever you need - whatever you want, sun. i want to be here for all of it.”

you move from your spot so quickly it catches taehyung by surprise, his hand dropping away from your face. you feel him jump a bit when you wrap your arms around his waist, tilting your head back to look up at him.

he blinks wide eyes back down at you, color rushing to his cheeks that you suspect has nothing to do with the cold. even though you’ve both been outside for awhile now, and you’ve had his jacket for the entire walk home, taehyung feels warm, the kind that seeps into you, and makes you feel warm, too.

you don’t say anything. for once, you don’t think you have to. you study every inch of his familiar face, let yourself feel the race of his heart against yours. you let yourself sink into the feeling of not needing to run. not needing to protect yourself, or someone else.

of just being here, safe and loved. by someone as kind as kim taehyung.

when you show up on sky’s doorstep for the first time in over two weeks since winter break started, you don’t barge in like nothing’s wrong. you stand there with an apology on the tip of your tongue, only to be tackled by sky instead, wrapped in a tight hug.

despite your physical affections with taehyung, you and sky on the other hand don’t actually hug that much. neither of you tend to notice this fact, up until one of you is wrapped around the other.

despite this, both of you relax immediately. the relief is palpable, that you’re standing here, at her home. with her, your home.

when she pulls away, you both give each other small, meaningful smiles. you step into her house, kicking your shoes off, the both of you going to lay on her living room floor to stare up at the ceiling together. like old times.

you don’t say anything, letting the house hum around you. the heater running, the fish tank filter, the rumble of the laundry. it’s calming, to just lay here next to sky, surrounded by idle noise.

sky speaks up first. “sun,” she calls for you, softly. you don’t turn to her, and it’s not until she continues that you realize you’re holding your breath. “you know there’s no one i’ll ever choose over you, right?”

you inhale slowly. on your exhale, you breathe out, “i know.”

“you told me you would never choose anyone over me,” her voice grows impossibly quieter. you both know. you both remember. the aftermath of seokjin, the topics you never touch on. the sensitive things you try to skim over, so you don’t disturb the waters. “it was easy for me to believe you, because it was obvious to me. i always knew that, because you always made sure i knew.” she turns to you. “i should’ve done the same. i should’ve made sure you always knew.”

you can’t look at her. you don’t want to cry, not again. even when sky is trying to tell you that it’s okay to lower your walls, to show her the parts of your life that aren’t shiny and pretty, your habits stick to you. even after all of taehyung’s efforts.

but you know what she’s trying to say. you feel it in the way the comfort starts to settle into you, a sense of belonging.

“i promise, sun,” she whispers. “i will never choose anyone over you. and i’m sorry. i’m sorry i never asked about the things that were hurting you. i didn’t want to hurt you more by asking you about them, and instead i let you deal with it all on your own. and that was wrong. and before you tell me it’s not my fault, it is. you spend every day making every effort to be there for me. to protect me. i can say that because it’s obvious not only to me, but to a literal entire college campus, sun. it was obvious to everyone in high school, and it’s obvious to everyone in college, now, too. every year that you’ve stood by me, i felt it. that you’re my best friend, and i’m - i’m lucky that it’s you who moved in across the street, and not someone else. that it’s me you chose to stand by.”

the tears are welling up in your eyes now, the words you didn’t realize you’ve been waiting so long to hear. you thought it was enough to just know. but you hadn’t felt any of it, not until she said it out loud.

“sun,” her hand grabs yours, and you squeeze back. “i promise. no matter how good or how bad. however far you’re willing to go for me, i would do for you, too. to the ends of the earth and back.”

when you cry, sky cries with you. you must look like a couple idiots, just sobbing on her living room floor together, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter because sky is your best friend. it doesn’t matter because you would do anything for sky. it doesn’t matter because sky would do anything for you.

it doesn’t matter.

you’re home.

#taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x yn #taehyung x y/n #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung #series: kths #series: tsns

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mocimori · 2 years

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okay so the gUY IN THE MIDDLE LOOKS SO HOT OMG THE COLORS AND SHADING ON HIS NECK IS SO PRETTY AND HIS HAIR TOO I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW HAIR SM THEN HIS EYES IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT I CAN SEE THEIR EMOTIONS SOMEHOW?? I AM OBSESSED WITH THE WAY U DRAW EYES (BASICALLY OBSESSED WITH ANYTHING U DRAW) AND AND UGHHH I LOVE UR ART SO MUCH TYSM FOR ALL THE EFFORT U PUT IN UR WORKS THEY'RE ALL AMAZING AND MAGNIFICENT

-ash

aaa!! so i read your other asks but i have to reply to this one specifically bc first of all, how are you so sweet? 😭 tysm for sending the asks they really make my day 🥺💗

and second of all, you called Jeonghan hot which is like VERY VERY VALID BC THAT MAN IS ONE OF THE PRETTIEST MOST HANDSOME PEOPLE ON THIS EARTH 😭 when Yoon Jeonghan said he fell from heaven 🫶🏻 i have picture evidence to prove it!

(i’m sorry for the picture spam 😭 it’s 8 am and i’m running on Chan hours) he sported really long hair too during their rookie years. Truly looked like an anime character 😔💓

— like aaaah this is svt’s Jeonghan (2nd eldest and part of their vocal unit) and he! he!! ran out of words is probably one of the funniest idols i’ve ever had the great opportunity to be a fan of 😭 he’s really witty and cheats often when they play games for the entertainment so he’s known as their Loki. you’ll see that side of him often in their variety show ‘Going Seventeen’

but other than that, he’s also very kindhearted and looks after others well 💓 he’s mischievous but also very very kind and is the group’s emotional support pillar like the older brother who teases you but is very supportive and listens to you if you’re having trouble.

and —uhm, amg.. I don’t know how to pitch this man but he sings like an angel and goes viral for the most chaotic thing ever!

I remember before I even got into Seventeen, I’d always see him go viral bc he does the craziest stuff 😭 like one time he accidentally ate his pimple patch during a live, he trended the phrase ‘shingibanggi bboong bboong banggi’ , he drove their staff insane bc he just said he’ll have a guest from another group for his live and didn’t say anything else which prompted staff to spam his phone then it turns out it was just one of their members. they probably had to play a drinking game the entire time bc that man just pulls anything like he’s probably the interns’ trial by fire.

he’s a really fun guy haha! I’m glad he caught your attention 😂 also that got super long amg

tysm again for your kind words 🥺💓 it’s a study so it was a bit more experimental for me and criesss bc I didn’t expect the eyes part! I love drawing eyes though 👀 I wanted to get that specific feature right bc they always differ per person so it’s interesting that I was able to nail the emotions too? 😂 tysm again Ash!! I’ll respond to the other asks as well when I’m running on normal people hours and not idol producer hours hehe

#my mind went ‘sndnddndnd’ then I spent more than 30 minutes on Pinterest looking for very good Jeonghan photos 😭#also cries! I have to tell you 🥺#svt has a song called Ash and it’s such a bop 🫶🏻 I recommend if you haven’t heard some of their b sides yet #Ash anon! idk what fandom you followed me for 🥺 but if you’re a Stay or listen to 4th gen kpop it leans to that sound #or edm! my brain fried but it’s a really good song idk how to describe it specifically in terms of genre/sound #also the rap flow is really mwah chef’s kiss I have to recommend it’s one of my faves from their latest album 💗#www i’ll reply to the other asks when I wake up bc i’m running on Chris hours again 😂#me and that boy… istg… sleep doesn’t exist in our vocabulary 🤡#😭 also am very sorry I went on a spiel #I get very wordy when it comes to fandoms bc I will literally gush over them 😂

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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Harsh

~ Paring: Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Reader

~ Length: 6.2K

~ Warnings: Smut, pegging, anal play, impact play, bondage, femdom, piv.

It was difficult punishing Hyunjin.

But how could you not when you both enjoyed it so much?

Sometimes you wanted to just lay him back, pamper him, worship every inch of his flesh until he was pink and swollen and jittery all over, and then please him until he cried… until he was all soft and pliant beneath you. You wanted to treat every bit of his supple body with the gentleness he deserved.

But then there were those other times when you both wanted something harsher… equally rewarding and loving, just as intimate, but far more extreme. He usually told you when he wanted it, in his own silent way. He let you know with his gestures; when he wanted it gentle he became quieter, meeker, everytime he asked you for the smallest thing it seemed like a plea. But when he wanted more, more roughness, more pain, more torment, he was a clever little tease. He’d leave little touches that made you long for more, kiss you sensually just when he was about to step out so your lips would feel empty and abandoned. He’d make sure you longed for him, but would set things up at the right time so the scenario couldn’t progress, leaving you increasingly frustrated. He was also sure to flaunt the strength and masculinity in his figure as much as the elegance and femininity. He’d be sure to bare his toned body at every occasion, showing you that he was as strong as he was supple. Lithe, flexible, sexy, pretty… He used his body as that statement, but he also enjoyed how you’d stare and covertly cross your legs. It flattered him. Nothing stroked his ego more than the effect he had on you, even if he based it on his looks - it was his power and he’d use it on you until you went mad.

So while you often treated him with such gentleness, he also wanted you to test him with the harsh hand he knew you withheld.

It was difficult for you though, to find a reason to excuse the whole premise of you treating him as roughly as he wanted you to. He was such a good boy; you wanted to spoil and reward him like he deserved. So how could you think of being mean and cruel to him? But you needed to - because it just felt so good. So you had to take advantage of the smallest things to spin the situation into what you both wanted it to be, even if he didn’t deserve ‘punishment’, you’d punish him as best as you could. You needed to find that energy to rile you up, push you to that mindset. It couldn’t be faked and mindless.

Hyunjin loved everything you gave him. Every way in which you made love to him made his ego soar, he loved the praises as much as the pleasure, but he also loved you using him however you wanted. He wished you were the slightest bit more selfish sometimes, just a little. He wanted you to use him like a toy, he’d let you do whatever you wanted, he was yours entirely. Knowing he was yours, and that you used him as much as how you took care of him was a thought that comforted him. He belonged not just to you, but with you, as you belonged to and with him.

He wanted you to exploit his body, and the way he looked. To be reduced to nothing but an object to be fucked helped him purge the mentality he had regarding his looks. He knew you loved everything within him, blindly, but he trusted you enough that he would beg you to test the other extreme. Reduce him to what he was always reduced to, but on your own terms, for your pleasure. If he was just going to be a pretty thing, he wanted to be your pretty thing.

Sometimes, just sometimes, when you weren’t in control, he’d make sure to give you back everything you gave. But it was difficult for him too, because he knew that you felt more comfortable giving than receiving. You being in charge, as the giver, was about you proving to him how much you loved him, how good you could make him feel, how you could take care of him better than anyone else and therefore were worthy of his love and partnership. It was hard for him to break through to you sometimes, get past your barriers, and give you what you deserved - so he had made it a mission of his to make sure you knew and accepted that it was ok for you to receive as much as it was to give. It was hard, but he tried hard, to make sure you were comfortable and confident enough to receive his love. He wanted to prove himself to you too.

Today was about him proving himself to you, in his own way. He wanted you to use him, he wanted to let you do all kinds of things to his body - it was his way of giving himself and all his trust to you. It wasn’t about giving and receiving pain, it was him saying he trusted you enough to hurt him, because you would never really hurt him. It was about the way he would cry and cling to you afterwards and you’d soothe him back to sanity.

That was his goal, that was what his scheming and flirting had all been leading to. So after days of testing and teasing you, he finally got you where he wanted, and although he was the one currently tied up, you were the one that had fallen into his trap.

It was his idea to hang up a rather large lamp off to the side of the bedroom. A clever way for him to disguise the fact that the hook he installed was sturdy enough to support his entire body weight so that when the right time came about, you’d find him, somehow chained up by his own means.

Like right now, in the nude except for his little black briefs, with his arms pulled up by cuffs and a chain towards the ceiling. A selection of his favorite toys laid out on the bed which he neatly made up. A cat o’ nine tails whip, a vibrator, a wand, a harness with a couple of dildos, a little bottle of lube... Goodness, this man was infuriatingly mischievous and irresistible.

He’s looking at you expectantly, hopeful of the moment when you walk into your room, surprised by the sight of him. But when your eyes meet his, eyelids beginning to droop lustfully, his expression turns into one of smug satisfaction.

You walk up to him and barely rake your nails over his chest, just scraping the tips of his nipples, which you know he loves. You near your face to his as much as you can without touching, feeling his heat and breaths, like you’re prowling over your prey. You like the advantage the shoes you’re wearing give you, now that you're eye to eye with him.

He can feel the tip of your nose almost touch his and he leans in to kiss you but you pull away.

“You didn’t do all this so that I wouldn’t tease you, right?” You purr, “You want me to draw this out, don't you?”

“I want you to do whatever the fuck you want with me.” he growls lowly, a bit too forceful for your liking. You decide to grab his face and squeeze his cheeks toward each other until his lips are puckered.

“That’s not a very nice way to say ‘please’.” You spit back, millimeters away from his face.

He pushes towards you as much as he can and roughly crashes his lips against yours, and it takes a moment for you to process the surprise. The obvious comes back to you; he always acts up as much as he can until you treat him as cruelly as he fancies. So you push him away while still gripping his cheeks, and with your other hand you stroked back his long dark hair until you had a fistfull with which to steer him. He yelped and whimpered, he loved this, and with every little breathy noise he made you felt your cunt throb. You hissed between your teeth, feeling almost feral at how he looked, with his submissive and lustful expression.

“You like this, don't you?” You ask in a quiet voice, and it's somewhere between frustration and cooing.

“Not as much as you do.” Again with that bitchy tone. So this time you remove your hand from his face and take a nipple and pinch it. He whines like a little boy this time, until you let go and he composes himself, going back to acting all tough.

“Turn around.” You demand, as you walk away from him and towards the bed to grab the whip he had laid out. When you face him again, he’s still in the same position; biceps on perfect display as his arms are raised, every muscle in his abdomen marked as he inhales and exhales, his legs slightly parted, long and slender and elegant with his beautiful thighs tense, his erection straining against the piece of black fabric.

“I said: Turn. Around.” and he doesn’t.

You manhandle him by his hips and turn him so he faces the wall, and his posture is still strong and proud with his head high. You can’t help but trace a finger down his spine, inhale his scent at the back of his neck, and place a hot wet kiss there, seting the whip off to the side. You press your body against his and move your hands to roam over his front, tracing every muscle and coming up to circle his nipples. You feel your breasts become delightfully tender when you press them into his shoulder blades, and you curl your back as best as you can to press your pelvis against his perky little bum, and raise one leg to rub against one of his.

“Why can’t you just be a good boy for me, hmm?” You pout… you wish you could just kiss him until he’s pink all over but the method he’s chosen for today takes much more time, patience, and restraint on your end. You can feel him tremble and falter, just a tiny bit. But then he’s back at it, and he gives you a taunting chucke. You tear away from him and grab the whip and flick it harshly against one side of his back, right under his shoulder blade.

He cries out and the noise makes you feel like your body is on fire. So you strike again, on the opposite side. And again, and again, until his back is lined with pink marks and he’s a whimpering mess. Each lash is a blooming line, swelling in the direction of the whip, perfect for you to run your fingers over.

You press into him again, one hand stroking his back, and the other trailing down his front, slipping downward between the muscles of his torso, down to his little waist and over the dip of his bellybutton. Down and down, right to the band of his little undies. You pulled them as far as you could before releasing and letting the band snap back and sting his skin, earring another yelp from him. You proceeded to cup his bulge over the thin fabric, and the texture was soft against his hard cock. You playfully traced your fingers about, relaxing into the crook of his neck and feeling the warmth of his member beneath the pads of your fingers. It’s funny how he was all cocky a moment ago and now he mewls and fidgets like a little animal, it makes you chuckle.

“I can be good now.” He quietly pleads, and it brings a smile to your lips to know that he's finally bending to your will.

“Too late.” You say with a giggle.

You slip each of your index fingers beneath the band of his underwear and slip them around the back to pull them down only to expose his bum. His tiny little cheeks, all toned and perky, were definitely one of your weaknesses. You gently knead them, as much as the firm flesh would allow. His breath becomes shaky every once in a while, in tune with your movements. His shoulders relax and he drops his head, good boy, you think.

You pull away once more and grab the whip again, and you hesitate to mark the milky skin of his cheeks, debating if they're prettier like this or when they are all red and swollen.You whip one of his thighs while you wonder, and he yelps. Just a few should do the trick, you think to yourself, he's not begging yet. So you strike one cheek, then the other.

While he began whining with the occasional yelp, he was now letting out little cries, he sounded like a meowing kitty and he was slashed in pink lines all over, little screams matching each mark

“Please Y/n! Please!” He begins to whine, arms jolting against his restraints.

You turn him around to face you. His forehead is all sweaty with little strands of black hair sticking to his face. His lips were swollen and slick with saliva from him biting on them. His neck and cheeks flushed with a pink tint. His eyes are full of pleasure and submission, his brows furrowed in desperation. You can see your reflection in his dark and beady eyes. You drop the whip and cup his cheeks with your hands lovingly, snuggling your nose against his.

“Why do you have to be so naughty?” you say in a babying voice. He scrunches his nose cutely, sniffling.

“Promise I’ll be good now, I promise!” He says as he tries to lean in and kiss you again.

“Nu-uh.”You push him back by pressing your index finger to the cute fat tip of his nose. “You’re still being bad.” He whines at that, but is cut off as your hands trail down to the sides of his torso, right around the ribs. He’s always so sensitive there, shuddering as your fingers tickle him.

“Please… Y/n, my queen, my mistress.” You roll your eyes at his pleas and reach down to grab the whip again. You strike his side once more, and his knees buckle together as he cries a little “aah” and you smile at how whimperish and high pitched his voice gets. You count six lashes, acros his sides, his thighs, you even let one just barely reach up to whip his bulge and by then he lets a tear slip. Ohhh… that’s definitely another weak spot of yours. His eyes are glossy and teary and beautiful, and when he does cry it’s like a little trail of jewels decorates his beautiful face..

“Please, please, please.” he begs as you hold his cheek and wipe away his tears.

“Please what?” you say playfully, as if unaware of his distress.

“Let me go, let me touch you, give me kisses.” He pouts

“Ohh…” You coo while stroking some messy strands of hair back gently. “What if I don't want to do that now? You said I could do whatever I wanted with you.” He mumbles and whines again.

“No… please!” His voice sounds so boyish now, a different pitch and whiney.

“Convince me.”

“I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

“I could do that on my own, just leave you tied up here to watch.” You trail your hand down and cup his crotch again and he hisses, but he’s careful to not grind against your palm unless you tell him to. You’re so tempted to just stop it all and make love to him, but you know playing along with this gets you just where you want, even if it requires more time and patience.

“Please, let me just please you.”

“Listen bunny,” you grab his crotch roughly, testing him, feeling his heavy cock stiffen in your palm. “You’ll do exactly as I say, and maybe I’ll give you what you want. If you play nice, I’ll make sure to use all of those toys on you.” He nods frantically as your words progress.

“I can’t hear you.” You say as your grip on his bulge becomes firmer.

“Yes, my queen.”

You give him a little peck on the tip of his nose as a reward, before you begin tugging on the restraints until they are free from the hook and you can undo the cuffs.

“Take these off and go sit on the bed.” You command as you tidy up and place the restraints and whip off to one side.

You watch him bend over to pull his briefs down and he winces when the fabric brushes over the lash marks on his skin, he winces again when he sits on the edge bed.

You walk up to him and stroke his hair back, looking at him with an apologetic pout since his pretty little bottom must hurt so bad because of you.

“Does your little bum hurt, bunny?” He nods while looking up at you with large eyes. “Mmm.. poor little Jinne. Keep it up and I’ll make you feel good, bunny.” You appreciate the view of his now exposed cock, completely stiff and leaking, proudly pressed against his hard abdomen.

“Yes Y/n.” He says politely, while nodding his head excitedly, but keeping the sad and teary expression that he knows makes him look so pretty.

“Take my shirt off.” You command, and he begins to undo the buttons on your blouse slowly, as you step out of your shoes so that you can bring yourself closer to him. He slowly peels your shirt back, lovingly stroking your arms as he slips it off, then looks at you expectantly.

“Now my pants.” He undid the belt, and button, and zipper, loosening the tighter waist and guiding them past your hips, after which they freely fell from your legs onto the floor. Hyunjin left his large hands on your hips.

“Panties and bra, off.” You state, and he slips his hands to slide your underwear off, then up to undo your bralette from its latch at the front. Your breasts are exposed in their natural position once he undoes the clasp, and he timidly peels it off of your shoulders and past your arms. You’re both in the nude now, and you continue to look down at him, admiring how timid and small he seems like this. He can't help but stare at every part of recently exposed flesh, and when he realizes that you’re staring down at him, he shyly looks down at his own lap.

You pull his face up by the chin, and his eyes are leveled with your breasts. “Suck.” You simply instruct.

He sticks his tongue out, timidly at first, and delicately licks one nipple. The little gasp you let out encourages him, so he continues more decidedly, now swirling his tongue against the entire areola. His tongue feels so wet and warm and slick, but the trail of saliva makes you cold and shiver until his hot breath warms it over. When his lips close over your breast to suck, his mouth engulfs your flesh and sucks until it’s pleasingly numb and tender, and you tug his other arm up so he can massage the other breast. You circle his head with one arm and drape the other over his shoulder, pressing him further against your chest in a sort of hug. He circles his other arm around you too.

You feel so engulfed by his warmth, but the wetness between your folds stings with coolness as it's exposed to the air after you arch your figure. You pull hyunjin by his hair and he whimpers while you pull his mouth over to your other breast. You dont let go and continue tugging until you finally pull him back all the way and free yourself from his arms. His mouth and chin glisten with his own spit, and his mouth hangs open as he catches his breath. That pretty shiny tongue of his is practically hanging out of his mouth.

“What do you want me to do, my queen?” He asks breathlessly.

“I want you to put my harness on me, with the pink dildo.” His eyes widen and he practically throws himself over to reach the items on the other side of the bed. He fumbles a bit, but he detangles the straps on the harness and lowers down to the floor so you can step over them. He’s diligent in bringing it all up to where it should be, locking the dildo in place, tightening the belts so each strap is properly snug. Once he's done he sits back on the bed.

“Open your mouth, and don’t move.” You instruct. Hyunjin half expects you to shove the dildo into his mouth, but you’ve never been much of a fan of that. Instead you grip his hair to tilt his head back, and you admire his shiny lips and glistening tongue, his cute upper teeth peaking out that make him look like a bunny. You slowly lower yourself and suck on his lower lip, then insert your tongue in his mouth and swirl it around his own. You pry his mouth open just a little more and coax his tongue out so you can suck on it and he lets out a moan that he cuts off mid way. You savor his open mouth, raking your nails through his scalp, and he sighs into the kiss. Still, he remains frozen. You pull away and when a string of saliva still connects the two of you you lean in to suck it off of his bottom lip before smiling down at him.

“Good boy.” You boop his nose.

You harshly grab his shoulders and push him onto the bed, taking him by surprise. You crawl over him, straddling his waist, your cunt landing firm on his dick, trapping it between your folds and his pelvis. It feels so hard and hot and slick covered in your fluids. He’s trying his best to not move, not make a sound.

“You know I like hearing your little noises, you can be loud.” You purr into his ear as you begin to slide over his cock, teasing him with folds while you hold the dildo to the side as best as you can so you can see the tip of his cock peek out whenever you slide back. It’s addictive as you glide over him, feeling every ridge in his member stimulating your folds. It’s too tempting - almost too tempting. He lets out a low moan and you bounce your hips against him, making him mewl. You like how he looks now, splayed beneath you, his hair strewn back, his swollen lips parted, his arms and hands obediently at his sides, and his toned tummy shaky as each of his breath hitch. His pathetic leaking cock beside the one you’ll fuck him with.

He’s irresistible.

You hop off of him and manhandle him, admiring the shape of his waist and hips as you place your hands there to turn him until he’s on all fours and you're kneeling behind him. Oh, his pretty little reddened bottom is stuck up in the air, and in this position you could see his pretty pink hole and the little shimmer of the fluid coming from it. You lean down into his ear while your hand roams over his back and the curve of his bum.

“Oh bunny, were you preparing yourself for me?” You whisper into his ear with a mischievous smile, and as you say so, you slice your middle finger between his cheeks to circle around his hole and press over it experimentally.

“Yes, my queen, I used lube and everything. A plug too just before you got here.” He pants out, forehead now pressed into the mattress so you can have better access to his ass. You admire his profile from here, his smooth forehead and masculine brow, the pretty curve of his nose and the cute tip, plump lips, curved chin, the beautiful jawline. You absentmindedly slipped your middle finger into his ass, and had it not been for the whine he let out you almost wouldn't have noticed that your finger was buried up to the knuckle in his warm, supple and slickened flesh.

The ring of muscles around his hole wasn’t too tight, and you debated if you should just split him open with your dildo without so much preamble. You’d imagine how nicely he’d cry if you did that… after all, he did lead you on to treat him harshly today.

Without a second thought, you slipped your finger out of him, despite his complaining mumbles, and quickly grabbed the bottle of lube that you liberally rubbed on your cock. You dropped a fair amount right onto his hole as well, enjoying the imagery of his dripping ass and perky cheeks, the fluids dripping from him as if he’d been creaming himself. Once you were behind him you made sure to grip his butocks, spreading them apart playfully, perfore giving him a few spanks that he cried out for. Poor little bunny, with his milky skin painted in so many shades of red. Must sting so bad.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard bunny, ok? You good?”

“Yes, yes! Yes!” He nodded desperately, but voice muffled into the pillow he’d just grabbed. You felt butterflies in your stomach just at the thought of all the noises he’d make, and you were warm and tingling with anticipation all over.

You made sure the head of the dildo fit in well, and as soon as you knew he could take its girth you slammed in and he screamed. You made sure to press your hips in all the way and roll them against his ass, before you began thrusting in and out and in and out and Hyunjin cried pathetically into his pillow while gripping the sheets.

Hyunjin feels the hot drag of your cock past his tight hole, and how it pokes his softer insides until you slide and press against that sweet spot that makes his toes curl and the tip of his cock tingle. He wants more, but he feels like he’ll burst, like he’s stretched to his limit, like something is going to rip out of his body. His arms and legs burn, his little ass throbs and clenches.

“Too much!” He cried as his voice jolted with every thrust, and you halted.

“Oh, really? Want me to stop, bunny?” You knew he liked to complain and whine, it was part of his game to encourage you to be rougher.

“NO!” He screamed, and you pushed his head and shoulders down as best as you could then grabbed his hips to continue thrusting into him, hearing those amazing wet noises, seeing his ass swallow your cock, shivering every time his cries reached your ears. And the pitch of his cries became louder, mixed with incoherent words and babbles. Every version of your name he’d ever given you, every title to affirm your dominance, please for more, harder. And that’s what you gave them until you felt him jolt violently beneath you and squirm in your hold. He had come, untouched, onto the bed.

His anus hugged your cock as you slid in and out of him, dragging along outward and being pushed inward as the gloss came from his ass. He was quivering now, quivering just enough. If only you could see how the fluids had been trickling out of his little slit.

You pulled out of him with a pop and admired his tiny gaping hole and leaned over to see the five or so droplets of his cum on the bed. Cute, you thought to yourself, at how he’d orgasmed after only a couple of minutes. You raise his hips up again and thrust back into him, penetrating the tiny stretched ring once more, but you grab his hair and snake your arm around his neck so that he’s practically sitting on your cock, his weight forcing the dildo all the way up his ass. You thrust upwards into him, but from this angle he can bounce himself just as easily.

“Fuck yourself bunny, fuck yourself with my cock.” You tell him as your arms move to pinch his nipples and tickle all over his torso until finally, finally, you grab his throbbing cock that he had so obediently left untouched.

“Waaah!” He cries out and it's almost an unreal noise. You stroke it a few times and love the weight of it in your hand, but it's hard to focus on everything Hyunjin is doing at once - he overwhelms your senses. You feel his body against yours, his back rubbing against your breasts, his cock in your hand. You hear every noise from his mouth, his hips slapping against yours, the wet noises of his sticky cock in your hand. The smell of his skin, of his sex, of the shampoo in his hair. Everything is just too much and you feel your cunt desperate for him, inside of you, filling you with his flesh and fluids. Maybe you should make him as desperate as you are.

So you let go of his cock and he keeps bouncing on the dildo, dropping almost all of his weight on your hips and thighs before lifting himself back up. His big cock flops around pathetically, occasionally slapping against his abs and he thrusts well enough that it keeps happening because he’s just desperate to compensate for the absence of your touch. It bounces around like some miserable flopping toy. Your hands rest at his waist, following his movements, and you close your eyes as you press your face against his back, occasionally pecking and licking the skin there.

“Fuck yourself harder bunny!” You demand roughly, and he does, so you enjoy his little attempts at getting himself off.

That is, until Hyunjin’s hand begins to grasp around until he reaches yours, brings it over to his front and laces his fingers with yours. It makes it feel as if everything had just slowed down because he broke the dynamic with this tenderness. You can’t torture him anymore… your heart swells too much.

So you help him, moving to meet his own thrusts, reaching deeper and imagining how wonderfully supple and tender he must feel that deep into his body. Imagining the tip of your cock pleasuring itself with the tiny wet hole in his pretty ass, it hurting him only to please you. You wrap your other hand on his cock once more, and jerk him off as well as your focus allows you to.

He can’t hold his weight up anymore and practically sits against your pelvis as you roll yourself into his ass, putting most of your effort on his cock now. He comes again, grasping your hand with both of his, falling backwards against your body. His fluids coat your hand, and you wipe them off on his abdomen as well as possible. You kiss his shoulder, sush him, calm him down and maneuver him onto his side, laying him gently.

It almost breaks your heart to pull out of him, but you’re pleased with the sight of his gaping hole, the rim circular and neat, showing the little wet blackness within. He lays on his side completely spent, his limbs gone all soft, and the curve of his side forming a nice dip from his shoulders, to his waist and his hip.

But you’re far from done.

You rush to pull the harness off of your body and roll Hyunjin over onto his back. He’s a mess. You hadn’t seen his face yet. His lashes sparkled with little droplets, and his face was covered in a sheen of sweat and tears. His hair was a mess, his abdomen and cock were covered in a layer of his semen. His form was like a putty and he was completely fucked out. His eyes seemed far away, but they latched onto yours even in his exhaustion.

But you still needed him. So you began to stroke his cock before it completely lost its hardness, and slipped him inside of you as soon as you could. He was too tired to cry out, so he just silently whined and whimpered.

Fuck! You weren’t streched out enough to take him, and he almost didnt go in, but it hurt so fucking good. You were dripping for him, and the soreness from him splitting you from the inside out soon turned into a pleasant rub and pressure as you gradually bounced on him, his erection recovering. You rode him as best as you could, and Hyunjin slowly came back to his senses.

“Thank you, thank you…” He managed to say between moans and cries of your name. You leaned down onto him, resting your weight on your elbows as you gripped his hair.

“Touch me!” You screamed out between moans, and even in his tired state, he managed to find your clit with his thumb as you rolled your hips on his. “You’re gonna be a good boy and take it until I cum.”

You clenched around him so hard, he swore his cock would burst from the pressure, and he spilled inside of you with a pathetic cry. But you kept going as much as you could, and he began to shake so hard you had to wrap him in your arms to steady him. Yet you kept riding him, feeling that desperate momentum where your cunt just wants to suck in more of his cock, feel it hit the walls within you with more force.

He cries in your ear, please and moans and versions of your name until you came and finally removed yourself from his suffering penis.

You felt horribly incomplete without him inside of you but he was all spent out and exhausted. In your haze, you hug him and rest your head against his. You wipe and kiss his tears away, you pet his head, you hum to him.

“That’s it my precious baby boy, you did so well baby.” You praise him and he slowly smiles and finds the strength to open his eyes and meet yours. He’s full of pride from your compliments, smiling weakly, making his reddened and wet face even prettier.

“I love you.” He mumbles it out and the words jumble together, but it was definitely an ‘I love you’. You peck his lips and keep on petting and praising him, lulling him into tranquility. But you don't let him fall asleep on you, as much as you’d like for that to happen. You manage to get up and pull him with you even though both of you have numb and weak legs and you can hardly stand. You drag him off into the bathroom and begin to fill the tub with hot water.

As it does, you turn to him, see his puffy eyes and swollen lips, and begin to brush out the knots in his hair. Then you pull him into the water, and lay him between your legs. You caress each of the marks you’ve left on his skin with touches and kisses, you wash every bit of him as gently as you can, you lather and rinse his hair, making sure his skin doesn’t sting as you do.

“I love you so much.” He says with a voice that’s hoarse from screaming, as he turns to meet you face forward in the bath, resting his head on your body, causing his wet hair to stick to your skin.

“I love you too, my Jinnie.” You lean in to kiss his abused lips slowly and sensually. “Do you feel ok my little prince?” You say as you nudge your nose against his.

“You fucked me so good…” he hums, and wraps you in his arms so you both twist around each other. “Did I make you feel good?” He asks with big, innocent, eyes.

“Of course Jinnie.” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. “Always. You always make me feel good, you make me feel loved,” He smiles more with every compliment, as if the tiredness slipped away from his features. “And you feel like home. I’ll always give you whatever you want, Jinnie.”

“You’re too much,.” his eyes get teary and his lip trembles. “I’m too lucky.”

“Nu-uh… you deserve everything.” Kiss.

Eventually you pull him out of the water before the two of you get too lazy to move, and after he helps wash you in return. You dress him in his coziest pajamas, while keeping yourself in a fresh set of underwear.

And then you laid him down in bed and covered him in soft, fresh blankets, before laying next to him and letting him curl into your side. You kissed his forehead and petted him as best you could until you both fell asleep, reminding yourself how amazing the world was for pairing you with the pretty man in your arms.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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Shut Me Up

A/N: Here’s another smutty one-shot. I felt like something a little cliche so here it is. This was so fun to write! I’m still finding my footing in this fandom as a writer but I think I wanna start taking requests, the next fic I have coming out will be a request and I’m having fun with it so shoot me a message if there’s something you wanna see. I’ve just put together my Masterlist so you can check out my other fics there :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Y/N don’t exactly get on well. Will they be able to work out some of their frustration when they’re forced to share a room for the night?

Category: Pure smut baby

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, name calling, light choking, hair pulling, scratching, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3850 words

The hotel is somehow worse than usual. It’s got so few rooms that they just narrowly grab enough for the whole team. But few enough that they have to bunk. Y/N didn't love sharing a room but it was better than having nowhere to sleep at all.

Prentiss tosses her a key, “That’s you and Reid” she says it so nonchalant that Y/N almost doesn’t notice it. Once in clicks in her head though she races down the hall.

“Hey, hey wait!” She calls out, a little too desperate, “Emily you can’t put me with Reid. We’ll kill each other.”

She laughs at that, it was on open secret amongst the team that Y/N and Spencer had something of a rivalry going. Bitter sworn enemies apparently. No one really bought it though. People who really truly hated each other would be a lot better at avoiding one another. But Y/N and Spencer could never seem to keep apart for very long.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to put your differences aside for a night.” she waves Y/N off as she heads into her own room, leaving her stranded in the hallway. Contemplating if the reception area might let her crash on the couch, she could even spend the night in one of the SUVs, the seats reclined far enough.

But that was stupid, why should she be the one who had to be uncomfortable, why not Spencer.

When she arrived at the door of her own room Spencer was slumped up against it, he stood up straight once he saw her coming.

“Took you long enough” he spat, reaching to take the key from her but she pulled it back before he had the chance.

“I was on the hunt for alternative sleeping arrangements” she huffs, unlocking the door.

“To no avail I presume?” he jokes but he’s just met with an eye roll.

“I’m taking the bed by the window” she stakes her claim before they even get through the door. Once they’re inside he lets out a chuckle.

“You’re welcome to the side of the bed by the window?” he jokes.

This was infinitely worse than she thought it was going to be. Where there were usually two generally uncomfortable twin beds in these standard small-town motels, instead there was a queen sized bed, staring at them as they stood at the foot of it.

“I get the bed” she says like she’s calling shotgun.

“Bullshit you get the bed, there’s nowhere else to sleep!” he complains.

She takes a second to scan the room, no sofa, no arm chair, the floor is a scratchy carpet. There’s no real option here. “You can sleep on the desk?” she suggests, and she’s not serious about it, but she wouldn’t say no if he agreed.

“Are you kidding me?” he almost shouts.

“Soft mattresses are bad for your back! Maybe it’ll sort out your posture?” she adds.

“There’s nothing wrong with my posture” he groans, massaging his temple.

“Okay sure, you tell yourself that”

They don’t say anything more about it as they unpack. Showering and changing for bed in silence. When Y/N comes out from he bathroom, Spencer is sitting up on one side of the bed, reading through case files by the light of the bedside lamp.

“Are you serious?” she whines.

“Look, we both need rest, just shut up and get over yourself” he says it without looking up from the file in his hand, his finger running over the lines at speed.

She doesn’t respond, she just climbs in on the other side, keeping herself as close to the edge of the mattress as possible to keep the distance in between them.

She lies like that for about 45 minutes but sleep’s just not coming.

“Are you ever gonna turn off that fucking light, I thought we ‘needed rest’” she mocks, turning over to look at him, still combing through the files, mumbling to himself every once in a while.

“We’ll both be useless tomorrow if we don’t get any sleep” she tries to convince him with a slightly more sincere tone.

This case wasn’t easy, the unsub had been abducting victims he’d met in online BDSM chatrooms. Bodies had been turning up murdered in ways that the victims had previously expressed were turn-ons. Suffocated, whipped, tied up in peculiar ways. There wasn’t much information to go on now, they just had to wait for the next body to turn up but that didn’t keep Spencer from pouring over everything a hundred times.

When he wasn’t being purposefully irritating Y/N honestly admired his work ethic. Just not when it was interfering with her much needed sleep.

“The bare minimum of sleep most humans need to live is just 4 hours in a 24 hour period” he blurts out, still not looking up.

“Well I’m not most humans, so knock it off”

He finally concedes, chucking his files onto the bedside table and shutting off the lamp. It’s now eerily quiet, and all she can hear is the steady breathing coming from the other side of the bed.

Enough time passes that she really should be asleep but it’s still not happening. So she’s already beyond irritated when she feels a slight shove against her shoulder.

“Hey, you still awake?” he sounds mischievous, she knows that tone of his voice and she doesn't like it.

“God! I am now! What do you want?” she mumbles into her pillow.

“I’ve just got a question” he says defensively.

She hums and rolls over to face him, he’s wide awake, “Well? Out with it” she encourages, the sooner this is over with the better.

His mouth twists into a smirk as he takes a minute to study her face, “What turns you on?” he asks it sincere, and she has no idea what to do with that.

Rolling her eyes on instinct she groans, “Ugh, are you serious? I was so close to getting to sleep, goodnight asshole.” she turns back around to end the conversation but he can’t leave it there.

“I’m serious actually, just all the talk about it earlier, I wanna know”

She doesn’t move as she speaks, remaining with her back to him in a bid not to engage, “You couldn’t handle that information.” She deadpans.

“Try me” he antagonizes, and that’s enough to set her off. He just didn’t know when to quit.

This could be a fun new way to tease him, is her first thought. Turn him on, leave him wanting, yet another game to add to their repertoire of spite.

“Fine I’ll give.” she turns back to him, staring intently this time, “Here’s one, I really get off on having my hair pulled” she scoots closer so she can lean in and whisper the next part, “like when I’m getting fucked from behind, or I’ve got someone’s cock down my throat. I love having my hair pulled, just the short sharp pain of it.” she sort of moans the last little bit right by his ear before settling back on her own pillow.

“That good enough?” she asks, and she can practically see his breath catch in his chest.

He takes a steady gulp, “Yeah, that was, informative” he breathes.

“And what about you?” she poses, he’s not getting out of this one so easy. He looks shocked, like he didn’t see this coming a mile off.

“Me? Uh—” he stutters, “My back, I get really— I get turned on when someone digs their nails into my back, like scratching and marking” something about seeing him flustered like this is almost endearing.

“I guess we’re both suckers for pain” she winks as she says it, making a move to turn around again in a bid to let the conversation die but he doesn’t give her the chance.

“Tell me another” he pleads, and she’s not sure what his expression means but she might just draw this out, see how far she can can tease this.

“Hmm, nosy aren't we?” she smirks, he doesn't respond, just waits for an answer. She thinks for a moment, “Have you ever choked anyone Dr. Reid?”

His breath hitches, and he shakes his head. She likes this new Spencer, the one that doesn’t seem to have some quip for her every two seconds.

“Well I think you might like it, you’ve got nice strong hands, long fingers too. I feel like they might make it the whole way round my neck if you tried?” her voice is soft like velvet as she speaks. He lets out a short pant, and she can see his eyes flicker down to her exposed throat before quickly coming back to her eyes.

“Does the idea of that turn you on Doc?” she teases.

“I— um—” he’s at a loss for words yet again.

“That’s not an answer now is it?” She taunts him, and moves to turn around once again. Feeling accomplished in her goal, finally about to get some sleep. But she’s barely closed her eyes when she can feel him move. He’s so close behind her that she can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand slowly reaches around and grasps her throat gently, she moves herself further into his grip on instinct and he runs with it. Using the leverage to pull himself right up behind her, and she can feel it. He’s hard, and she can feel him pushing himself right up against her ass.

“Is this a satisfactory answer?” he moves in close and whispers against her ear. She’s changed her mind, maybe this is her favorite Spencer.

“Mmhmm” she hums in response, and his fingers tighten around her neck. She pushes her ass further back, moving it up and down slightly to create some friction and she can feel him twitching through the thin layer of her nightdress. He starts to move with her, grinding against her, his other hand resting on her hip, fingertips digging in so that he can pull her closer.

She tries to moan when she feels his nails dig into her but it gets stifled in her throat.

“You sound pathetic” he whispers, “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re whining like a little slut” her hips buck involuntarily at that. “You like it when I call you names?” he teases.

The hand on her hip starts to pull at her nightdress, inching it up higher and higher until his fingers are on her bare skin. He digs his nails in just slightly and drags them around her thigh, letting them settle right at the hem of her panties.

“I bet if I put my fingers in here I’d find you soaking wet for me already?” When she doesn’t answer he tightens the hand around her throat so that it’s almost cutting off the air supply, then loosens immediately. “Answer me” he demands.

“Yes! Yes!” she moans, anything to get his hands to move where she wanted them.

“That’s what I thought” he laughs and lets go of her completely. Her dress hiked up, breathing ragged. She snaps back around to look at him and he’s already curled up on his side of the bed as though nothing’s happened. Left in shock she sits upright, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What the fuck was that?” she has to stop herself from outright shouting at him.

He turns back to look at her, taking in her sullen expression, “Disappointed are we?” he teases with a smirk. And that look makes her want to kill him.

“You’re such a dick” she huffs, and he sits upright next to her.

“You say that like I didn’t just beat you at your own game?” he tries to fight back.

“You didn’t beat me!” she protests

“Oh really, and how’s that?”

“I could feel you, you were rock hard before you even touched me” she spits it out, because if she turned him on first then somehow this didn’t feel as embarrassing.

“Yeah! Because you were teasing me!” he looks frustrated now,

“Exactly! Because I was teasing you, and you fucking liked it” he just rolls his eyes at that, pretending like it’s somehow not true.

“Shut the fuck up” he groans, running his hands through his hair and letting his head fall back against the headboard.

She quirks an eyebrow and looks straight into his sleepy eyes, “Make me.”

In less than a second his hands are on her again, grabbing and pulling her into his lap. One hand is firmly on her back, holding her tight against his chest, the other is tangled in her hair already. Grabbing fistfuls as their lips work against each other.

It’s heated, and ferocious, full of pent up aggression, or tension, or both.

As his tongue works against hers, she lets her own hands wander over him, finally coming to rest at the back of his head, tangling in his curls. When she grinds down into his lap she can feel his cock still hard beneath her, straining against the fabric of his boxers. She thought it was impossible but it felt harder than it had been earlier.

He breaks apart the kiss and they both take in wrecked breaths, chests heaving. He pulls at the hem of her nightdress, pushing it further up her thighs, grabbing a rough handful of her ass as his hands find the exposed skin there.

“We gotta get this off” he whispers, and she nods, pulling it off over her head so that she’s exposed now. Perched in his lap in nothing but her panties. “Fuck” he moans at the sight. His hands come straight up to grab her tits, rough and exited for a moment before easing up, kneading them, getting used to the weight of them in his hands. He brings his mouth down, leaning in so that he can place sloppy open mouthed kisses along her neck and collar bones, trailing down to the valley between her breasts. He takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently then teasing the bud with his teeth. When he releases it and looks up at her his eyes almost look glazed over, dreamy.

“I’ve always had a thing for your tits” he confesses, his lips coming down to repeat the action on the other nipple.

“Your turn to take your shirt off” she whines as he removes his lips, the cold air hardening her nipples now that he’d teased them. He drags his eyes away from her for a second so that he can peel his shirt off over his head.

On pure instinct she rakes her nails across his now bare chest, leaning in close to place kisses into the crook of his neck, moving up painfully slow, kissing along the column of his throat, landing on the soft skin beneath his ear. She can feel the moans rippling in his throat against her lips. While he’s stilled beneath her she takes the opportunity to tuck her hands in behind him, digging her nails into his back and dragging them across the skin with force. Certainly leaving harsh red lines in their wake. The noises that escape him might be the best thing she’s ever heard.

“You like it when I mark you up?” she moans into his ear, “When I make you mine?” she can feel wetness pooling between her own legs as she says the words. The very thought of it turning her on more than she ever thought it could.

Clearly he feels the same, something erupts in him and the hands that had been resting on her hips were now lifting her up and laying her down on the bed. He was on top of her now, his hair framing his face as he looked down at her, and she was biting her fucking lip in anticipation.

He almost can’t even look directly at her so he snakes down her body, littering her torso with kisses and licks. Once he lands at her hips he takes the elastic of her panties between his teeth, pulling it up and letting it go so that it snaps against her stomach. She lets out a low moan.

“Let’s see if I was right earlier, how wet are you for me?” his voice is low as he places small kisses over the cotton, making his way right in between her legs. He pulls back for a second to inspect the fabric, there’s a damp patch covering the majority of the area, as if he didn't know already. “You’re fucking soaked Y/N” he groans and presses his fingers right up against it, forcing the fabric between her folds so that it soaks up even more, “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

She can only let out a small whine in response, her teeth biting into her lip so hard she was afraid she might start bleeding.

“Better get rid of these, don’t you think?” he hooks his fingers into either side of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He takes them and places them on his pillow before returning to his position between her legs.

He’s slow and deliberate in his actions, teasing painfully as he places sloppy kisses on the delicate skin inside of her thighs. Stopping right at the top to nip and suck enough to leave a bruise. Taking the time to stop and leave a matching bruise on the other thigh.

She was starting to grow restless, she felt like she was literally aching for any stimulation at all.

“Spencer” she whines, “Please, I’m so fucking turned on already”. She can feel him chuckle, his exhale sends a burst of cold air right against her pussy.

“So impatient” he chastises, but gives in anyway. Laying his tongue flat against her, taking a moment to taste her before he starts to move. Licking deft strokes along her folds, alternating with sucking softly on her clit.

“Spencer, fuck, oh my god” is all she can muster as her back arches up off the bed, her hips squirming as he pins them down. “You feel so fucking good”

He takes the encouragement and brings a finger to her entrance, pushing it in at an agonizing pace, curling it upwards against her once it’s fully inside. “You’re so fucking tight Y/N, do you think you could even handle another finger?” he has to take his mouth off of her to speak but it’s worth it for the downright filthy sounds she makes in response. He takes that as a yes and slowly pushes two fingers in this time. Bringing his lips back down to wrap around her clit and suck.

Her hands fly down to his curls as he works his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace. She grabs handfuls of his hair and pulls them harshly, not knowing where else to put the energy. “Fuck Spencer, feels so good, don’t stop” she mutters between gasps.

He continues his ministrations and he would be lying if he said the feeling of her hands pulling at his hair weren’t doing something for him.

A moment later and she’s barely able to control her movements, thrashing in the bed as he continues to work his fingers in and out of her, relishing the feeling of her walls tightening around him. Once she’s relaxed again he takes his fingers out, bringing them up to her lips, without telling her to she opens her mouth, taking the two fingers in, letting her tongue move around them to taste herself.

It’s one of the many memories from tonight he knows he wont forget anytime soon. Or ever.

“I can see why you like it” he says, leaning over her, talking into the crook of her neck, “having your hair pulled, feels fucking amazing” she lets out a weak laugh, regaining her strength.

“Told you you liked pain” she reaches down between them, grabbing his cock through his boxers, “You must’ve really liked it” she teases, squeezing as his eyes flutter shut and he nods.

He maneuvers a little so that he can take off his boxers, and finally she gets to see it. It’s perfect, bigger than she expected, it looks painfully hard, precum leaking from the tip. He moves back to hover over her, lingering for a minute to take her in. She thinks there might be something almost sweet behind his expression.

“Just fuck me already” she smirks up at him and he rolls his eyes without even meaning to.

“Will you ever stop antagonizing me?”

“If you fuck me maybe?”

With that he leans down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue as it tangles with hers. She can feel him push up against her, the head of his cock just teasing at her entrance before sinking in so slowly she was almost angry.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good, so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me” he’s whispering right into her hear and she can barely string together a sentence.

“Spencer, you’re so big, fill me up so good with your fingers, with your cock, fuck” as he starts to move they both start to lose it, her hands digging into his back, her nails sinking into his shoulders leaving small half-moons in his skin. He finally starts to build a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, filling the room with the pornographic sounds of skin on skin, coupled with their moans.

Once she can feel the familiar feeling building within her again she starts to lose control completely, her nails scratching marks into the expanse of Spencer’s back, hearing the little breathy gasps he lets out each time she does might be enough to make her cum all on their own.

“I’m close” she mewls, letting her head fall back against the pillow, exposing her neck, eyes screwing shut.

“Fuck, me too” he takes the opportunity presented to him, and wraps one of his hands around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

“Ahh, fuck” she breathes out with the little air that she has, “gonna cum” and she does, he can feel her tighten around his cock, her body writhing beneath his and arching up off he bed as he continues to fuck into her.

He’s following behind just a second later, spilling into her as he collapses back down, releasing his grip on her throat completely and settling on her chest.

They both take a moment. Melting into one another, steading out their breathing.

It’s Y/N who breaks the silence, “So you’ve always had a thing for my tits then?”

He cranes his neck up to look at her, “Shut up” he breathes, laying his head back down on her chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, smoothing it back down.

“Now you know how to make me.”

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Can you please do a yandere hyung line reaction to MC being jealous and tries to hide it ( For jin could you please make it as his wife has come back for a short holiday or something)

A/N: My brain did not want to do the writing thing the last couple of days, but I got there. I think these stories are good? but somehow they all ended up a bit soft. I hope you like them though 🤞 because it was a great request! Thank you 💜💜💜

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Summary: Hyung line reaction when you get jealous.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood-drinking, murder, abuse, yandere themes.

Alpha! Namjoon

Normally you didn't consider yourself clingy. You enjoyed your personal space and your time alone. But at the same time, you've also become accustomed to Namjoon dropping everything to take care of you. This entire week though, he's been preoccupied with a territorial issue, and the last 3 nights he hasn't even come to bed.

Leaving you feeling a little discarded, to say the least.

Nevertheless, you're a mature adult, and you were able to let it go with the knowledge that Namjoon is an Alpha who has responsibilities and knowing that he would still rather be with you.

It is, however, a comfort that you have trouble holding on to whenever you see the new girl around him. It's not like you're jealous. It's just that she doesn't seem to know how to behave respectfully or appropriately around Namjoon. She always stands too close or looks at him a bit too much, and she's way too touchy. Only his elbow, arm, or shoulder. But it's like, get your fucking hands off him.

Rationally, you know Joon is your mate and you own his heart, mind, and body. Still, it doesn't stop you from tossing restlessly, laying in bed at 2 am, once again alone. The two things added together making you feeling sour. Feeling sick of being sent away while this other girl gets to stick around being way too familiar with your Boyfriend.

Coming downstairs in your pyjamas, you weave in among the wolves working your way to Namjoon. Standing at the dining table, looking over a mess of paper, he notices you right away a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

"Y/n, what are you doing up?"He asks, checking his watch.

There she is again, right next to him. Her hand casually coming off his shoulder when she sees you.

"It's late. Go back to bed, Beautiful." he coos.

You ignore his instruction. Wrapping to his side by pushing yourself between him and this girl, creating space for yourself with a not-so-subtle shoving of your elbow into her arm. Smiling up at him sweetly as he accepts your presence, hugging you tightly.

"We're going to be busy most of the night. You should go to bed." he leans down to whisper, his breath tickling your ear. He's trying not to draw the focus from the rest of the table into your personal discussion.

"I'll go up when you come with me." You whisper back.

"It's going to be a few more hours still baby." He sighs, seeming frustrated with the circumstances.

"Then I'm staying here."

"You shouldn't-"

"Don't argue with me Kim Namjoon. You're not going to win this one." While it's said in jest, you also mean it. He'll have to drag you upstairs to make you go. And if he steps foot in that bedroom, you both know you'll be able to make him stay.

"Oh really?" He challenges, fighting the smile growing on his face, not wanting to encourage your mischievous behaviour.

Grabbing the collar of his black tee, you pull him down to your height, smacking your lips against his. Kissing him passionately and longingly. Something you haven't been able to do for nearly a full week.

Letting his shirt go, his smile is fully grown. His dimples on display.

"Really." You finalize, looking up at him coquettishly.

You can see the struggle playing in his mind. He's extremely tempted to throw you over his shoulder and take you upstairs right now, his wolf fighting to shirk his responsibilities and give in to desire. His chest rumbling lowly as he winks down at you.

"Okay baby." his fingers dig into your hips, "If you're gonna play dirty, you can stay." He teases with a chuckle. Resisting the bait.

Feeling calmed and relaxed on the warmth of his hold again, a smug sense of pride fills your chest. From the corner of your eye, you can see her attention on the two of you. Your ego is not able to resist, and you shoot a cold pointed glare at her. A smirk creeping onto your face as she looks down, avoiding your eye line.

"Seeing as it's late, do you wanna make coffee for everyone?" You order her in the form of a question, speaking loudly enough for both her and Namjoon to hear your sassy, obvious tone.

She looks a little stunned. She'd just been promoted to the inner circle for this problem-solving session, and she doesn't seem pleased at being asked to perform menial tasks. Trying to go over your head, she looks at the Alpha for confirmation. But he doesn't give it to her. Instead, you can feel him nod, supporting your order. A full smile filling your face as you get his backing.

"Of course, Luna." she obeys, looking a little dejected.

"Thank you." you shoo her to action with a sing-song voice. Curling into Namjoons side, you can't help but feel authoritative. And a little bit victorious.

King! Seokjin

It had been nearly two weeks since you had seen Jin last. As frustrating as it was, you were genuinely missing him. There was a kind of energy he had when it was just the two of you. Something that filled you, and without him you were feeling like your own spirit was draining away.

It would be okay though, today Jin was coming back from visiting his wife and children. You're sure he missed you just as much as you missed him. That he was as excited to see you, as you were to see him. You were a little worried knowing that you would have to satisfy his sadism first, but you can tolerate it, thinking that at least you'll get to see his smile.

As the day is drawing to an end, you've finished all your tasks but you refuse to retire for the night, certain the King is going to call for you at any minute. Feeling a mix of excitement and relief when the staff manager comes to collect you.

Nearly skipping you rush to the dining hall, having been instructed to serve dinner to the King and his guest. Working with another maid to bring the meals from the kitchen.

Walking in, the smile you were trying to conceal disappears completely. Your stomach dropping. Jin's guest is the Princess. His wife.

You have to control your expression to hide your distress, feeling sick while serving him. His wife never comes down. She hasn't in a year and a half. Jin doesn't even really like her. It doesn't make sense why she's here.

With a curt bow, you remove the closh and place the plate down. Meeting the King's eye for a moment, you do your best to placify your appearance. Your efforts cracking when you see his lips pulling ever so slightly into a knowing smile.

He dismisses the other maid, but not you. Sending you to the waiting station by the wall. You're stuck watching over their conversation. Feeling more and more insecure as you look at the Princess's regality and beauty. Getting more frustrated as your mind runs rampant.

How long is she going to stay? It doesn't seem like they brought the Princes, so she has to go back soon. And what kind of mother leaves her children alone? It doesn't even matter that she's here, you know Jin likes you more. So what if she is really pretty, he can't hurt her like he can you. You make him happy. She's just a prop he was given to secure a treaty. He actually chose you.

Slowly, you're building yourself into a craze. Making yourself feel sad until the very end of the meal. Finally, their dinner date ends and he stands, kindly bowing to see her off. Leaving only you and him in the hall.

Relaxing back in his seat, he finishes the remainder of his drink.

"Y/n." Holding his empty glass to the side, he calls you over. You follow his gesture and top up his cup. Avoiding looking directly at him again. Pacing back to your place when he stops you.

"Come here." He grins, enjoying how uncomfortable you are. "You met my wife today." He pushes the difficult topic, again probing for your reaction.

Nodding softly, you're trying to not let your bitterness out. You know Jin doesn't like it when you pout.

"Are you jealous Princess?" He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you closer to him. Leaning back to create a space for you on his lap. Guiding you over him with your legs spread.

"No, your Majesty." You shake your head, your pause and hesitation giving away the truth.

Jin's gentle touch comes off your hand, his grip instead ripping back your hair, arching your back and nearly yanking you off of his lap. Biting back a shriek, you can't keep entirely quiet, whimpering as his fist curls tighter and closer to your scalp.

"Are you lying to me?" His mouth latches onto your shoulder, biting into your muscle vindictively. Unbridling that scream you had tried to smother.

"Yes. I'm sorry your Majesty!" you cry out, tears building in your eyes. "I'm jealous. I missed you. I want you-" all the truth is pouring out, but you hesitate worried you're being too bold, "all to myself."

His grip comes out of your hair. His hand instead raking down your chest, leaving painful red marks as each nail digs along the skin. Continuing lower, tearing the buttons on your dress. Yanking down your bra also, exposing your breasts. His other hand hikes the fabric up around your thighs, stopping on your waist, lowering your hips into him.

Pinching your nipple, he draws you closer until his lips are just off yours. Gasping through the initial pain, you can only whine and bite your lip to further keep quiet.

"Go on Princess. Prove to me why I should have missed you."

Assassin! Yoongi

Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi would be gone for days at a time. Coming back in a strangely talkative and happy mood. You were as miserable and depressed as always, but his vigour was somehow revitalizing and comforting. It made him easier to deal with. It made him less moody. And it made your life easier. So to begin with you were very happy that he was happy.

That was until he mentioned a name in passing. A woman's name. Someone he was working with on a project.

As soon as you heard him talking positively about her, a pang of anxiety spiked through your stomach. From then on it rested in your gut, making you irritated, uncomfortable, and flustered every time you heard about or thought about her.

It was the strangest thing. You hated Yoongi, you're sure of it. But he was all you had. And hearing him talk about another woman, even though it sounded platonic, the adoration in his voice was hurting you in a way you never expected.

Slowly you had to work through this feeling on your own. You couldn't bear to let Yoongi know, not certain what he would do with the information that you were, in lack of a better word, jealous.

The more you heard about this woman, you knew you could never be as impressive as her. Every detail sounding equally terrifying and awe-inspiring. To be honest the specifics slipped your mind, as you were mostly wrapped up in self-pity when Yoongi spoke about her.

All you know is that you felt inferior, and you were craving, longing to feel that kind of importance to Yoongi, also. Resenting the fact that this other person was so easily able to bring joy and energy out of him.

Over the next couple of weeks, you spent every waking moment thinking about how to make Yoongi happy. Not just avoiding annoying him, like you usually did, but instead thinking about how to bring him genuine enjoyment.

One time you spent hours making him a meal. Making something you knew he would love. But, unfortunately, he only complained about the mess. He said he wasn't hungry and left you to throw the food away and clean up.

Another time, you had planned a full evening of activities. Movies, snacks, games that would help you get to know each other better, anything fun you could organize with your limited resources. Only, he wasn't in the mood to play, or talk. He only wanted one thing, and when he was done, he left you alone in your room, feeling used and a bit sore.

However, that gave you an idea. Maybe you could connect with him physically first. Then that might give you a way for something, anything more to develop.

This time, you set the house up with candles, music, wine, chocolate strawberries, everything you'd seen in movies. Waiting for him on the couch in something a little provocative. But, as soon as he comes in from the garage he looks more annoyed than impressed. Rolling his eyes, ordering you to your room.

By this stage it's late, you're tired, and you're losing your mind trying to make him happy. You were fighting so hard for his attention, and he was barely tolerating you. You aren't thinking clearly as you snap at him.

"Why?!" You yell, stomping your foot down. "I'm working so hard and you're just being an asshole!"

The words come out and you instantly regret them. His straight expression hardening.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his chest trying to soothe any reaction. "Just tell me what I can do." You plead. Exasperated by so many failed attempts.

"That depends. What do you want?" He honestly questions, looking down at you.

You weren't exactly prepared to answer this question. You're not sure you really know.

"I'm your's right?" you say with big eyes, your voice coming out so softly, feeling embarrassed even though you're mimicking his words. "I get that I have to be yours. But then you have to be mine too." Your voice trembles.

Finally, it makes sense to Yoongi. Your change in demeanour, and in behaviour. Why you've been so needy. Why you've been trying to get his attention. He understands now. And that was most of what was annoying him. Not knowing why you were acting differently.

He steps out of your grasp, calling for you to follow him upstairs. You're not so nervous as you do. Surprisingly, the revelation has given Yoongi has a warm smile.

Falling back onto his bed, he taps the space beside him, inviting you to join him. You climb into the middle of the bed, resting in the place he set for you, his arm laid out under your head. He curls into you, gently wrapping his arm over your waist. Hugging you.

For the first time ever, he is showing you some kind of affection. For the first time, he's actually making a gesture of warmth and comfort. You couldn't even let yourself think that Yoongi could be capable of this. Having spent so many months isolated and alone. Even when you weren't locked up.

Hating yourself for not being stronger, you break into silent tears. Biting your thumb to stifle any sobs.

While reason is battling in your head, telling you that it's a bad idea to form any kind of emotional attachment to him, you don't want to listen to logic right now. Letting yourself cling to Yoongi and the desperately needed human connection.

Vampire! Hoseok

There was a delicate balance to your relationship with Hoseok. You couldn't exactly rely on his moods to be stable, but you could rely on his obsession with you. It was the only thing that kept you feeling secure. Feeling certain that when he bit you next he wouldn't let you bleed out. Or that when he hit you or cut you or hurt you, that he wasn't going to leave you to suffer in agony but would heal you. Because he wanted to keep you. You were his.

It was a twisted kind of reassurance. But it's what you had, so it's what you worked with.

You knew the source of his obsession. It was you as a person, sure. But you weren't kidding yourself. Mostly, his infatuation was with your blood. Hoseok wasn't specific about it, but you had overheard some of the other Vampires discussing you. Apparently, you smell delicious, and that's why he never lets you wander the house with any cuts. That's why you were locked away every 28 days. And that's why you were his only.

It didn't make sense to you, there was nothing different about you.

But somehow you'd fallen in and become the star of your very own YA horror story.

Whatever the cause though, you were aware that Hoseok's addiction to your blood was the reason that he kept you. Without that, he might simply kill you, or worse, he might throw you to one of the other bloodsuckers who look at you like a happy meal they want to fuck.

Which is probably why you were so defensive when you saw him biting another girl.

Sitting on the back terrace looking over the gated property, Hoseok and a few of his creations were sitting in the moonlight enjoying a drink. You'd come downstairs expecting to be his refill when you see him sinking his fangs into the arm of one of the human pets.

Frustration floods through your body, a new kind of anger making your hands shake. A malicious and honestly, not-all-together thought out idea springs into your head. You've never seen him drink from anyone else before, and you need to remind him that he should only want you.

Taking a serrated peeler from the bar at the side of the terrace, you hold it concealed in your palm, going up to the first Vampire leaning there.

"Are you thirsty?" you ask, speaking lowly. He, like all the others, know you're Hoseok's, and so he rightfully looks uncomfortable being near you. Stepping into his personal space, you raise your arm under his chin and run the sharp blade across the top of your forearm. His eyes immediately going black, his fangs bared. Unable to resist what you're offering.

Behind you, every single one of them turns their heads, smelling you the second blood gathers on your skin.

In a flash, Hoseok is between the two of you. Ripping his teeth into the guy's neck, tearing his throat out. Killing him in an instant.

Breathing heavily, he turns to you with blood washed down his front. His eyes murderous and cold.

Retaliating, you storm towards the human-pet and shove her with all of your might, pushing her down the stone tile steps onto the grass. Watching her tumble into a heap.

Those around you have gone dead quiet, none of them even daring to look directly at either of you.

"How dare you?" He seethes, stalking towards you. But you're not backing down. You know better than to retreat from him when he charges.

"How dare I?" you scream. "How dare you drink from that skank!" An enraged Hoseok is something all of his offspring know to fear. Steadily you can see them clearing the space around the two of you. Withdrawing from whatever this is leading to.

"You want to tell me who I can eat?!" He growls, his hand shooting around your neck, holding you but not choking you. "You're a blood bag that I keep as a toy!"

"If that's all, then I'll let all of them feed on me too."

His hand constricts, restricting your air. "I'll kill anyone that tries."

"Then," you gasp, your words coming out short. "only me." you pull your hair off your shoulder, turning your neck as far to the side as you can. Throwing his head back, he takes the invitation, sinking his fangs into your jugular, swallowing down mouthfuls of your blood.

Holding onto his shoulders, you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his mouth. Hoseok's arms wrapping around your ass, keeping you up.

Pushed back by your momentum, he stumbles a few steps, dropping down onto the open sofa chair. You landing on his lap, straddling his thighs.

As more of your blood is drained, and you get lightheaded, the pain starts to slip and your body starts to float. A euphoric sensation, akin to being high consuming you.

You tangle your hands up into his hair tugging it, massaging his scalp. You've become so accustomed to him fucking you when he feeds from you, that whenever he bites you, you get turned on. Your body reacting out of instinct. Slowly grinding down, rocking your hips into him as you start to get him hard. The friction feeling good making you moan. Making you move faster with pleasure tingling through your core also.

"Hobi," you moan. Shivering, as his tongue runs up your wounds.

Your gentle whine catches his attention. A surprised expression on his face that shifts into a smile as he leans back to watch you. His focus on you making you feel slightly embarrassed, slowing your motions until they stop altogether.

Biting his tongue, your eyes meet for a moment before he kisses his blood into your mouth, the copper taste feeling soothing and familiar. Your body relaxing completely knowing you'll wake up healed.

"Mine." He whispers into your lips.

The blood loss pulls you into unconsciousness, your head dropping onto his shoulder. The euphoric feeling swallowing you up as you purr back. "Mine."

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hornime · 3 years

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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

#i jus wanna lick him clean #sue me #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #koutarou x reader #bokuto

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anastasiaskarsgard · 3 years

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A/n;So someone asked for smut for the perfect girl that decides she’s gonna have some fun before she dies. I’m A bit rusty. TW: sex, cursing, choking, 18+ NSFW

If you wanna read the first part it’s called perfect problem and is the last thing I wrote on here and posted...

“So where are we going?” Bethany asked as they got into some ridiculously expensive sports car. Adjusting her clothing and hair, she glanced over at Roman to find him just watching her.

Smirking his signature smirk, he turned the car on and raced out of the parking lot like he has stolen the car. “It’s a surprise.” Roman said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Eyes on the road Speed Racer! Ok well at least tell me what we are going to go do.” She whined.

“Nope. No can do princess. You’re just going to have to have a little faith.” He grinned.

“Your reputation doesn’t exactly inspire trust. No offense.” She felt bad as soon as she looked over. He looked almost sad. “I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m not serious.” She lied.

“I thought you were supposed to be smart...”

“Oh ho ho! Someone bounces back quick.”she jibed as she turned to look out the window. She wasn’t exactly familiar with the area so she wasn’t sure what she was looking for. There was trees, and then some houses, and then businesses so there’s no way to tell if they were going somewhere Residential or commercial.

Grabbing her phone to send out some emails, she wasn’t paying attention when she noticed the car had stopped. Looking up from her phone she made an incredulous face at Roman when she noticed that they were in front of a large mansion.

“Really?” She quipped.

“Hey Before you jump to conclusions, I’m just coming here to get into some more comfortable clothes. I can’t exactly have fun in a suit, now can I?” He got out of the car and walked around it to open her door. “You can look around or grab a drink or whatever you like while I change.”

Stepping out of The car, Bethany followed roman inside his home. “ not even gonna try that old give me a tour excuse?”

Scoffing, he shook his head no, and made a crossing motion over his heart. “Scouts honor.”

“What if that’s exactly what I wanted to do?” She breathed out as she made her best attempt at sexy. Licking her lips, and winking, she nearly cried out when all of a sudden he was only inches away from her. “You’re very fast. I hope that’s not true for everything though.”

Smirking, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulling back to look at his face, she bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, as he walked them up to his room. Seeing the insecurity creeping in, He kept an eye open to watch where he was going but smashed his mouth back into hers, in a passionate, breathtaking kiss. Completely losing herself, she was startled when he dropped her on the bed and crawled over her body, pressing himself into her, making his intentions clear.

Sitting up as he straddled her waist, he ripped his shirt off, sending buttons flying, before aggressively attacking her mouth once more. Her nails dug into his bare back and he groaned into her mouth, before kissing down her neck and onto her chest.

Abruptly, he jumped off her and stood over her a moment longer than she assumed it took to take off his pants, so she lifted her head, cocking a brow at him curiously.

“Dress off.” He ordered, his smile fading.

Smiling a Cheshire grin, she shook her head no and looked up at the ceiling. Not letting curiosity get the best of her, she refused to look at him when he huffed impatiently. Even when he had stormed out of the room, and returned a few minutes later, looming over her, she refused to award his bratty behavior.

“Please take your dress off.” He finally bit out.

For a moment She pondered denying him-- and in turn denying herself. But the fact remained, she wanted him, whether contrived or genuine, She did. And She was done not doing what She wanted.

“Stand up.” His voice shocked her out of her head and She found herself standing at the side of the bed. “Good girl.” He purred, his hand brushing her back as he walked behind her and She shivered, as she turned her head to look at him. “Head forward.”

She did so, waiting for him to come back into view and see how far he’d take this little game. When she heard the bed sheets move, she fought the urge to turn around until She felt his fingers on her back, drawing letters or shapes; she wasn’t sure. Roman hummed quietly, lulling her into a peaceful calm, when suddenly he pulled her back into him. He was sitting on the bed, his long legs slightly spread and he spun her around, and placed her straddling over his one naked leg. Somewhere, somehow He’d removed his pants.

Gently he traced up her chest and wrapped one hand in her hair, pulling her forward so he could kiss her neck. Surprisingly, he bit her ... hard. Instead of pain, her senses exploded, causing her to moan wantonly, as she ground her core against his bare thigh.

When his other hand slid down her stomach, She Was almost embarrassed by how wet she had become.

“Stay still…” He said playfully in her ear as he slipped his fingers past the lace covering his goal. Plunging them within her, coating his fingers with her wetness, He gazed into her eyes lustily, as he Brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “So ready for me.”

She nodded dumbly, lost in the sinful way his tongue worked around his fingers. Biting her lip, she must of looked pitiful, because Roman dropped character a moment to chuckle and move a piece of hair behind her ear affectionately. Almost lovingly.

Unfortunately she was way too far gone to contemplate what these gestures might mean. She wanted to fuck and she wanted those fingers to go back down there, but this was Roman Godfrey. The man Was unpredictable at best, and uncooperative the rest of the time.

Roman was a predator, and predators like to chase. As much as she wanted to just throw herself at him and demand to fuck her into oblivion, she Still had enough pride to play the game.

“I knew I was right.” He growled, Standing, releasing her hair, so he could wrap his hand around her throat. She grinned, not really caring what he meant. “Now, Im going to fuck you. I’m not going to be gentle, but I’m going to make sure you come so hard that you forget your fucking name.” He smirked cockily, still holding her by the throat. “I can see it in your eyes, that you’re a fucking freak under all that polite perfection. You’ve never fucked up or disappointed anyone ever. You’re loved and respected. Americas sweetheart.... I wonder what they’d all say if they saw you right now, ready to be my little fuck doll, cuz that’s exactly what you are.” Two of his fingers dragged across her cheek, Forcing their way in her mouth. She could taste herself on him and it made her nearly mad with need. She’d never been this turned on in her life. “You have the most perfect lips.” He said as he examined the way they wrapped around his fingers, “I’m going to put so many things in your mouth.”

She sucked briefly, before humming around his digits, lightly biting them. Swiftly, he removed them for a moment, before getting a mischievous look on his face and shoving them in as deep as he could, choking her slightly. Slightly panicked, she reached for his hand, but he just tsked and Tightened his grip on her throat, before ripping his fingers out of her mouth and plunging his tongue in their place.

She really needed to breathe, but eventhough she could feel her limbs growing weak, She didn’t fight him. Completely surrendering to the most arousing experience in her life.

“That’s why I’m going to keep you.” Before She could comment or recover, he removed her dress and threw her down on the bed, standing over her a moment to look her over.

He yanked her underwear down and dove two fingers into her roughly, making her arch her back. His expert fingers were moving faster and faster, getting her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. It’d been a long time since a man made her orgasm, and she was certain, she’d never come close to this intensity. He reached down and pulled her up by the back of her neck, holding her against him like a rag doll, as he brought her closer. , his thumb brushed over her clit and She opened her mouth, trying not to scream. Her limbs started to shake, as her pelvis started thrusting into his hand, flailing about as Her vision began to blur. She closed her eyes tight, ready for the climax.

“Look at me. Look at who is making you feel this way,” he said seductively.

She breathed, looking into his gorgeous green eyes, as He quickened his pace again and added a third finger, making her buck, as she grabbed his rock hard erection, causing him to hiss, and roll on top of her.

“Patience.” He teased, pushing her legs apart. She looked in between his to see his cock standing hard and long against his stomach, a new need screamed within her, demanding him inside her right fucking now.

“What do you want?” He asked innocently, three fingers diving into her again. She closed her eyes from all the sensations, trying to get control, but she was past the point of pride now.

“Please--” She gasped. “Please.”

“Please what?” He pressed down on her clit and She wanted to kill him, but first had to fuck him. His other hand came down and pinched her nipple, twisting it and making her cry out.

“Fuck!” She screamed as he did the same to the other. “Fuck! Fuck me Roman! Fucking fuck me now or I’m going to kill you!”

He didn’t need to be told twice and She felt the large head of his cock against her entrance, before he just forced it inside her with one powerful thrust.

He was big and it took her body a moment to adjust to him, the burn slowly fading as he gave her a moment to breathe and relax herself to accommodate by far the largest cock she’d ever seen, let alone was inside of her.

Somehow it felt divine when he began to move again, and she moaned loudly, his body pressing down into her as he started to move his hips back and forth. She could feel him driving into her with solid, sure strokes as She clenched around him. His lips crashed into hers again as he pushed his hand under her ass and pulled her hips up, sitting back so he could move at a quicker pace. Setting her nerves on fire. Every inch of her body sang in extreme pleasure. His thrusts massaged her inner walls, the tension roaring through her, as he bottomed out and touched a place she’d never felt before, but the intensity made her screech.

She could feel the tell tale signs of an orgasm swelling through her but She held it back, making it feel sweeter and richer with each passing moment. His fingers dug into hips hard enough to break her bones as he closed his eyes, focusing on his own pleasure. His pace turned more erratic and She gripped him around his torso, desperately trying to hang on so they could both orgasm at the same time. Pulling him down and attempting to hide her face in his throat, he stopped and leaned back looking at her beautiful flushed face.

“Ah--ah-- ah--” He held still. “Look at me.”

She did, letting herself melt into his gaze as he started again, harder and faster than before. Noises came from her, she didn’t know She could make and his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing possessively. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her until She was right back to nearly cumming.

“Please--” It took effort to speak through his grip, but She was so close, she didn’t care if she had to beg. “Please, I’m so close--”

“Tell me how badly you want it.” He ordered, his own breath ragged.

“I need it-- please! Please, Roman!” She screamed like a desperate, shameless whore, before she exploded, tightening around him as his grip turned to a vice around her neck and somehow the lack of oxygen intensified the sensory overload to a new height. She drowned in the relentless, all encompassing sensations, that lasted far longer than She thought possible-- causing herself to completely release control for the first time in her life.

As the shocks rocked through her, she felt him stiffen and press into her as deep as possible, spending himself inside her. She couldn’t help but trip out a little about being so full of him. She’d never allowed anyone to finish inside her before.

“You really are good at everything,” he said playfully, as he rubbed his nose along hers, and held her a moment, before pulling out, and flopping down beside her. Brushing his fingers along her tight stomach, and full breasts, he decided she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

His mother was going to fucking hate her...

Perfect.

#bill skarsgard #roman #roman godfrey #my writing #smut #bill skarsgård smut #hemlock grove #perfect

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saiqherrr · 3 years

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─ guilty pleasure (s. getou)

.pairing getou suguru x fem!reader

.content warning hair pulling kink, slightly sub!geto???, teasing, oral sex (f!receiving)

.synopsis suguru reallllllyy loves it when you brush his hair before bed...

.a/n spoiling the love of my life with this fic per usual. anyways he deserves it, mwuah 🤞🙁

A WHITE, SHEER ROBE covered your body, layered on top of a lavender lingerie set you were wearing, fitting your body perfectly. your face was freshly cleansed, your teeth minty from the recent brushing and your hair was tied back. you sat in butterfly position in the middle of the bed on top of a couple of pillows, a paddle brush by your side, as you waited for him to come out of the bathroom.

the bathroom light had turned off in your peripheral vision and suguru walked out of the bathroom, his black locks swaying as he moved. he was shirtless, the only thing on his body were black boxers that hugged his waist and his member. you spread your legs open, creating a spot for him and he sat in front of you, in between your legs with his back facing you. the pillow you were sitting on gave you a little more height. he yawned and rubbed his tired eyes, letting out a small breath.

“comfortable?” you asked him, your voice soft and innocent. you extended your right arm to the nightstand beside the bed, reaching over to a glass of wine you had poured a little earlier. lips pressed against the glass, you took a sip, curling your toes when the bitter, yet sweet, taste of the wine hit you.

“mhm...” suguru hums back to you. his hands running up and down along your smooth legs that laid on either side of him.

this was his favorite thing to do before bed. every couple of weeks or so, you’d take the time to brush his long, thick, black hair before bed, ridding it of any tangles, knots and dead hair. when you first suggested the idea, you saw a glow in his eyes and a smile creep on his face.

he told you, “of course, you can. i love when people brush my hair.” he became bashful all of a sudden, face reddening. “y’know, sometimes it gets yanked but... i think i’m kinda into it.”

and he was. it was such a guilty pleasure of his.

sometimes you’d be extra gentle, just so you couldn’t give him the satisfaction that he wanted. but when you did give him that satisfaction, oh, is it a sight to see. even with him revealing this information to you, you didn’t really use it to it’s full extent, but you felt like that could change tonight.

you set the glass back on the nightstand before picking up the brush and gently smoothing out the ends of his raven locks. you did something different this time though. your left hand took a hand-full of his hair and wrapped it around itself and you gripped it, tugging it a bit. you could hear his breath hitch, catching him off guard.

your other hand was brushing out the free sections of hair, carelessly brushing through tangles that you knew were rough. suguru was thankful that you couldn’t see his face every time you pulled his head back a little with each brush.

“too rough?” you asked him.

those words alone made him so weak, so needy. you never gave him the satisfaction he wanted during moments like this, but, he needed it so bad.

“not rough enough...” the words spilled out of his mouth through a big breath he was taking. to his disappointment, you stopped brushing and loosened the grip you had on his hair. he waited patiently for you to continue but he realized you weren’t budging. “please, go on...” “not rough enough,” you repeat with a chuckle. you gripped his hair again and got back to brushing, knowing that he felt the oddly satisfying burning sensation every time you pulled harder. suguru closes his eyes to hide how his eyelids pull back with each brush. you had finished brushing the very small amount of tangles a while ago, but you knew he enjoyed this. you put the brush down once more and let the hair around your hand unravel. instead, you smooth his hair back, freeing his face from any loose strands, and grasped every single strand in one hand, pulling it back rather roughly.

his head fell back and you could see his pretty, structured face. you swore his resting face was the prettiest thing ever, there was always a smile, the edge of his lips always curved somehow.

“you look pretty when you feel good,” you tell him.

“it’s not that it feels good...per say,” he responds back, ears perking up.

you laugh softly, leaning down to kiss his nose. “i see.” once again, he’s disappointed in the next few moments because you let go of his hair again, even pushing him away. “you seem pretty pleased but, i like being in control of that. so, i’m stopping.”

he turns around so that he was facing you, sitting up on his knees as he towered over you, your face leveled with his groin. “please don’t tease me like that...” his hand tilts your chin up at him, rubbing his thumb over it.

your hands rubbed on his inner thighs seductively. “but it’s funnnn,” you sing out. “you know you like the teasing. you haven’t shown me that you deserve something more, so, maybe you should think about that.” your voice ended off demanding and sharp, pushing him off of you again.

he sat down on his butt this time, one knee up. “what do i have to do to make you continue?”

you stared at him long and hard, smirking mischievously. “taste me..” suguru’s lip parted as he took a gander at you. you bent your legs a bit, waiting him to follow through with your command.

he leaned down in front of your warmth, feverishly dragging his tongue on your lace panties. you felt it dampening, tickling your clit each time his tongue was pressed against the material.

“take ‘em off,” you whisper, biting your lip. his nimble fingers hook onto the hem of your panties and he pulls them all the way off, tossing them off the bed. he uses his middle and index fingers to spread your puffy pussy lips before pressing his tongue flat against your core, earning a pleasurable moan from you. you placed your hands on his head, gathering as much hair as you could and yanked it forward, forcing him to bury his tongue deeper into your pussy. the lewd sounds of him sucking and licking your drooling cunt made your toes curl.

you tugged whenever he made a wrong move or whenever it just felt too damn good. he moaned against your cunt, addicted to that feeling of his hair being pulled, the vibrations of his voice made you suck in a breath. the burning sensation on his scalp as you mercilessly gripped his hair encouraged him to do better, bringing his lips to your swollen clit, sucking on it apprehensively.

“fuck, just like that.” you began to spew out his name over and over, waves of lewd moans escaping your separated lips. he moved faster, more hungrily, causing your legs to wrap around him. you pleaded for him to keep going, “don’t stop, don’t stop.”

your chest heaved up and down as he brought you closer and closer to your release. all the while, he kept his eyes glued to you, making sure he didn’t miss a single moment. he saw the way your eyebrows hunched, your mouth gaped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. the beautiful, sinful sight of you feeling nothing but ecstasy was enough to keep that tongue flicking at your pussy so elegantly.

“suguru, i’m gonna cum,” you whispered.

“cum right on my tongue, baby,” he growled before going back to delivering the same tongue strokes, drawing circles along your folds and sucking on your beating clit. your legs began to violently shake and your grip on his hair tightened uncontrollably. a familiar tingly feeling that you love so much shoots from your toes to your waist, screaming out his name as you finally climaxed, creaming right on his tongue. you tried to catch your breath and fixate your vision, as it had blurred during your release. suguru watched you slowly recover as he gently licked your folds clean of your cum, steering clear of your sensitive clit. you peeled him off of your cunt and yanked his hair back, his tongue hanging from his mouth like a worn out dog.

“you did so good, love,” you praised him with a smile on your face, your hole clenching. he leans in and kisses you passionately, head titled to the side, his tongue clashing with yours. your hands run through his hair, tugging at it a bit as he moans into your mouth. you pulled away, a string of saliva connected to each tongue. “now it’s your turn to come.”

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ticklishfiend · 3 years

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Of o were to give you a lee Deku fic, I’d say something where Todoroki is obsessed with giving Deku raspberries especially on his tummy. He’s super ticklish there and Todoroki thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. 💖💖

A/N : okay while i was writing this i got carried away and wrote lee!todoroki instead bc i completely forgot that i LITERALLY ASKED FOR LEE!DEKU PROMPTS...i’m an idiot and i sincerely apologize LMAOO i hope you enjoy it anyways but i WILL be writing a lee!deku in the very near future so don’t you worry lol

So Comfortable (My Hero Academia)

Lee!Todoroki / Ler!Midoriya

Summary : Todoroki and Midoriya are cuddling in bed when Midoriya decides he wants to feel Todoroki’s heartbeat under his hoodie. When he realizes his boyfriend is a little sensitive, he can’t help but take advantage of it.

Word Count : 1905

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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Todoroki breathed in the comforting scent of green apple shampoo, his nose nuzzling into the mess of curls snuggled underneath him. The boy with the power to control fire had never felt a cozier warmth in his life, the back lying against his chest substituting as the best blanket in the entire world. One of his hands held onto Midoryia’s front protectively, while the other was laced with the green-haired boy’s own scarred and calloused fingers, though to Todoroki, nothing had ever felt softer.

Everything felt so right. So perfect. So comfortable. The bi-colored boy hadn’t known real comfort in so long, and somehow this shorter, timid kid he had only met a little over a year ago now had brought more comfort into his life than he had ever truly known. He felt safe close to him, which to most people wouldn’t mean that much. But to Todoroki, closeness meant everything. He wasn’t going to let just anybody be this close to him, and he wasn’t going to be this close to just anyone. Midoriya had managed to wiggle his way into Todoroki’s comfort zone, and the previously-thought cold-hearted boy hoped he never, ever made his way out.

Todoroki felt the mess of hair under his nose move, tickling his face slightly, and he looked down to be greeted by Midoriya looking right back up at him with a small, relaxed smile.

“Hey,” Midoriya spoke gently, his thumb caressing the top of Todoroki’s hand.

“Hello,” Todoroki smiled a little awkwardly, but Midoriya knew he was sincere either way. Midoriya shuffled a bit under Todoroki’s protective hold, repositioning himself on top of the boy’s body completely, but this time with his stomach down on the other’s so he could look right up at him.

“You’re nice to look at,” Midoriya smiled dopily, his head tilted slightly. Todoroki chuckled, not being able to help the small blush on his cheek from the most endearing compliment. He looked at his partner with the utmost fondness in his eyes, bringing his hand up to stroke a thumb over his cheek.

“Right back at you,” Todoroki’s words were laced with a smile, Midoriya humming in response. The green haired boy leaned down to nuzzle his face into Todoroki’s warm chest, his cheeks smushing against the firmness of his muscles created by years of training.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Midoriya’s words were muffled by the fabric of Todoroki’s hoodie. He brought his face down lower towards the boy’s stomach, Todoroki gasping slightly when he felt Midoriya’s hands creep underneath the fabric and onto his sides, worming their way upwards towards his chest. “Wanna feel it with my hands.”

His hoodie was now pushed up towards his lower ribs, pale tummy on display as both of Midoriya’s hands rested over the spot on Todoroki’s chest that concealed his heart, which at this point was beating harder than it had the whole afternoon. Midoriya smiled down at his belly, nuzzling his face into it’s pale, taut expanse. Todoroki let out another small gasp at the strange feeling, his hands moving up to gently tangle into the mess of green hair.

“Midoriya, what are you doing..?” Todoroki’s words were soft from fluster, his eyes a little wide at the odd display of affection. He couldn’t help the small tinge of smile on the corners of his lips, however, as the boy’s nose felt just ticklish enough to ignite that nervous flame in the pit of his stomach.

“You’re just so cuteee,” Mirodiya cooed into his belly, bringing his hands down to hold firmly onto Todoroki’s sides to make it easier for him to continue his playful nuzzling. The dual-haired boy choked on a small giggle, squeezing a little harder on the boy’s hair. He could feel Midoriya’s lips smile against his tummy, a blush creeping up from Todoroki’s neck to paint over his cheeks and ears. “Does this tickle?”

Todoroki let out a huff of air, embarrassed and oh, oh so flustered. “Um, a-a little, yes,” he mumbled out in a stutter, his partner chuckling in response.

“That’s adorable,” Mirdoriya hummed, kissing right above the boy’s belly button with an intensely gentle softness that made Todoroki feel like he could combust at any given second. The freckled boy didn’t just stop at his one kiss however, oh no. He started peppering them with that same softness all over the boy’s tummy, and Todoroki was helpless to the small and obviously flustered titters that escaped from the softest parts of himself he didn’t even know he had before meeting the boy.

“Ah- M-Midoriyahaha-” Todoroki breathed out the smallest of giggles, which only pressed his partner on further, his gentle lips now journeying over towards his left side, the ticklish feeling making Todoroki choke out a real giggle this time. “It tihihickles!”

“You’re so ticklish, it’s too precious,” Midoriya smiled brightly against the boy’s skin before lifting his head up to gaze at his face. Todoroki’s cheeks were painted with the most delightful blush, a dopey smile taking over his features,making Midoriya genuinely feel like the single luckiest person on the planet to be able to see such a stoic boy from this perspective.

“Have you ever had a raspberry, Shoto?” Izuku asked with a tilt of the head and a mischievous smirk. Todoroki blinked.

“Like...like the fruit?” Shoto asked, his brows a little furrowed in confusion, Midoriya just chuckling at his response. “I don’t understand, why are you laughing?”

“You’re just cute,” Izuku said, enjoying the blush and pout Shoto gave him. “I’m not talking about the fruit, Sho. Here, I’ll just show you.”

With that Midoriya leaned back down towards his partner’s tummy, drawing in a rather large breath, expanding his lungs as much as he could, before pressing his lips back down on the soft skin of Shoto’s belly and-

“PPPBBBTTTHHH~!” Midoriya blew hard onto his tummy, his partner letting out the loudest surprised squeal he had ever heard before cackling as Izuku continued placing smaller raspberries all over the expanse of Shoto’s sensitive tummy.

“GAHAHAHA! IZUHUHUKUHUHU! NAHAHA! WHAHAT IHIHIS THIHIS?!” Todoroki screamed, kicking his legs out behind Midoriya as the mischievous boy began kneading at his oh so sensitive sides, throwing Shoto into an entirely new wave of cackles as he now gripped tightly onto the boys shoulders (though he wasn’t pushing him away, much to Midoriya’s amusement).

“Raspberries, silly! Do they tickle?~” Izuku asked, blowing more ticklish raspberries all over his sensitive tummy and sides, even travelling just far enough upwards to blow one right on his bottom ribs, making the writhing boy underneath him jerk hard with a scream.

“YEHEHES! IT TIHIHICKLES!” Shoto cackled, squeezing his eyes shut tight. His body instinctively tried curling in on itself, folding forward until his own nose was nuzzling unintentionally into Izuku’s messy curls. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Midoriya chuckled. “Please what, Sho?”

“I DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW!” Shoto shook his head frantically through his laughs as Izuku moved his hands downward to squeeze and knead into the boy’s hips. Shoto bucked at the sensation, throwing his head back against the pillow in mirth, digging his heels into the bedsheets behind Izuku.

“Aw, you don’t know? Does that mean you like it? You don’t want me to stop?~” Izuku teased, before inhaling sharply and blowing another torturous raspberry into Todoroki’s tummy, making the boy scream out another fit of high-pitched cackles.

“NAHAHAHA! NO TEHEHEASES! YOU’RE SO MEHEHEAN!” Todoroki babbled around his laughs, his giggles becoming more frantic. Midoriya thought it might be time to give the boy a breather, slowing his tickles down to just his nails tracing teasing little shapes into Shoto’s sides and on the bottoms of his ribs. Todoroki absolutely melted into a puddle of breathy giggles, his grip on Izuku’s shoulders still just as tight. Izuku rested his cheek onto Shoto’s tummy, looking up at his partner’s ever-flushing face with the utmost love in his eyes.

Todoroki finally calmed down enough to open his eyes and look down at his partner, who was still lightly tickling at his sides enough to keep him on a giggly edge.

“Sohoho that’s a raspbeheherry?” Todoroki asked, his face suddenly scrunching up in a clenched smile, his eyes squeezing shut as Izuku found a particularly sensitive spot right on the backs of Shoto’s lower ribs. Todoroki arched his back a bit, frantic breathy giggles escaping his throat as Izuku’s fingers stayed on that one torturous spot. He teasingly traced shapes into the area, smiling as he realized just how sensitive the boy under him truly was. “Izuhuhukuhu! Nohohot thehehere, ihihit-”

“-Tickles?” Midoriya asked, Shoto just nodding his head through his snickers and titters. Izuku just chuckled, moving his fingers back down a little to tickle at a less sensitive area and calm his partner down a little. “So sensitive. I could do this all day.”

“I don’t thihink I could survihihive,” Todoroki snickered before finally bringing his hands down to stop his partner’s torturous and wiggly ones at his sides. Izuku pouted a little as he was forced to stop tickling until Shoto laced their fingers together and looked the boy in his eyes. “Kiss me? Please?”

Izuku just smiled, his heart overflowing before melting through his ribs. He nodded, bringing his face up to meet Shoto’s lips in the middle. He dissolved into the kiss, feeling as if he was melting into Shoto’s face with how jelly-like he felt. He unlaced his fingers with Shoto’s to cup at the dual-haired boy’s cheeks, his thumb caressing at the scar he thought brought out Todoroki's eyes.

Once their interlocked lips parted, they both looked into each other’s hazed over eyes. Midoriya brought his face down to gently nuzzle into Todoroki’s neck, leaving tiny kisses wherever his lips could reach. Todoroki’s shoulders instinctively tried bunching up at the ticklish sensation, his giggle fit coming back, this time much softer and much breathier.

“Really? Ticklish here too?” Izuku smiled into his neck, leaving peppered kisses again on purpose this time just to hear the boy giggle. He felt him nod, and he knew they boy had to be blushing.

“Cahahan’t help ihihit,” he giggled, scrunching up so much his cheek smushed into Izuku’s head. Then he felt Midoriya draw in another big breath, and before he had the chance to do anything about it, Izuku blew another fat raspberry, this time into the boy’s sensitive neck.

Todoroki screeched, shoving his heels into the bedsheets and grabbing at the boy’s shirt for anything to brace himself with. “GYAHAHA! QUHUHIT! YOU’VE MAHAHADE YOUR POHOHOHINT! I’M TICKLIHIHIHISH!”

Izuku pulled himself out of Shoto’s neck with a wide grin, kissing Todoroki’s nose before laying his head back down onto the boy’s chest, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt. “M’sleepy…”

Shoto chuckled with a shake of his head. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re just so wiped out from nearly killing me just moments ago,” He snickered before placing a kiss on top of the boy’s head. Izuku giggled with a nod.

“You know it,” Izuku yawned, and before Shoto knew it, the boy was snoring on top of him. Todoroki just smiled down at the boy, thumb caressing over his freckled cheek.

“I love you,” Todoroki whispered to the sleeping boy he knew couldn’t hear him, gently laying the blanket beside him over him and his partner’s sleeping frame.

Todoroki was finally truly comfortable, and he only had one person to thank.

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A/N : thanks for all the support i’ve been getting recently! sorry this is kinda short, i’ve been having a lot of migraines recently so i haven’t felt like writing much, but i’ll be getting to more of those prompts soon! hope you enjoyed! much love <33

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mirohlixie · 3 years

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Maths Tutor (Lee Felix)

Student! Lee Felix x Tutor! Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: Smut, College AU Words: 2,6k Summary: An innocent study session between peers turns into something much more exciting when unexpected feelings make an appearance

Content Warnings: Humiliation, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Pegging, Sub! Felix x Dom! Reader

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“Y/N I still don’t understand,” Felix whined as he stared at the page in his book. Y/N had been tutoring him in maths in their dorm for over an hour now, but somehow he didn’t seem to understand the basics concepts of this semester’s topics. The exam was in about a week, but he was far from getting a good grade, the way it looked right now. Y/N sighed and turned the page to see if the next topic would be easier, but unfortunately, it was only an expansion on the former topic.

“I’m sorry Felix, I wish there was something I could do to make you understand it within minutes, but it’s going to take time,” they sighed as they played with the pen in their hands, gathering the motivation to keep tutoring the poor boy. He had recently transferred to Y/N’s college from another campus and maths wasn’t the only course he was behind in. He tried so hard, but this college was way more prestigious than the one he’d transferred from, hence the higher standards for each course.

“We don’t have time,” Felix sighed. “We don’t even have time for a small break if I want to pass this course. If I want a good grade, I’ll have to study non-stop for the next week and that is just impossible,” he shoved his notebook away from himself and rested his head on his hands. Y/N couldn’t help but think he looked adorable with his lips in this slight pout.

Lee Felix was a pretty boy, there was no doubt about that. His little freckles, his puppy dog eyes, his always perfectly groomed hair… Yeah, there was definitely something about your peer that made him very attractive to the eye. Almost like an elf.

When Felix looked up, he noticed they were staring and started blushing, quickly averting his gaze. Y/N did the same, feeling a little embarrassed.

“We are going to try our best, Felix,” Y/N said, placing a hand on his arm. He looked at it in slight shock and bit his lip, his cheeks once again heating up. It surprised them, as they hadn’t expected such a simple gesture to have this effect on him. However, they weren’t complaining at all.

Y/N stroked his arm slowly, trying to calm him down a little. They felt goosebumps appear under their touch and when they looked up, they saw him shuffle slightly in his seat. Y/N bit back a smirk, enjoying how such a simple touch could make the cute boy react like this.

“Okay, how about we try this problem and then have a little break after?” Y/N proposed, withdrawing their hand, hearing him sigh audibly. They couldn’t tell if it was disappointment or relief. Felix nodded quickly, grabbing a pen and starting to scribble down notes, trying to hide his own embarrassment. As he was writing, a mischievous plan popped up in Y/N’s head. What would happen if they teased him? Would he react even more than he just did? Would he say anything? Y/N bit their lip, placing their hand on his thigh as they pointed at one of the things he’d written down.

“This isn’t completely correct,” they explained, feeling his leg tense under their touch. Felix’s breath audibly picked up as he tried to focus on the words coming out of Y/N’s mouth. However, he was clearly having a really hard time.

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as they inched their hand closer to the little boy’s inner thigh, rubbing slow circles with their thumb. They kept creeping closer and closer to the poor boy’s crotch, which was noticeably getting harder with every touch. This continued for a couple of seconds before a sudden, whiny sound escaped from Felix’s lips. He looked up in surprise and embarrassment, quickly hiding his face in his arms as he shuffled away from your touch.

“Fuck, I-“ he trailed for a second. “I’m sorry Y/N. This is fucking embarrassing,” he said, his voice an octave higher than it was minutes before. They couldn’t help but like this change. Like the effect they had on this pretty boy.

“Felix,” Y/N whispered, inching their face closer to Felix’s neck before gently kissing the delicate skin there. “Don’t be embarrassed please,” another quiet whiny noise left the boy’s lips.

“W-why?” He whimpered, unwillingly tilting his head to give Y/N more access. The usually seemingly tough guy had done a one-eighty and had turned into a subby baby under his tutor’s touch. He didn’t want to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it; they had this effect on him and he didn’t know how to get rid of it.

“Because I think it is time for that break now,” Y/N said, turning Felix’s face towards themself before kissing his sweet lips gently. The poor boy breathed out in relief and kissed them back with the delicacy of a little baby. That was the true Lee Felix: a little baby who was helpless and needed a mommy or daddy to take care of him.

Luckily for him, this attitude awoke a side of Y/N they hadn’t seen much before. Suddenly they wanted nothing more than to be called mommy by the pretty boy.

Y/N gently tugged on Felix’s bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from the whiny boy. His hands found their way to Y/N’s waist and pulled them closer, desperate for more. They pulled back and started kissing down his jaw, making sure to leave small marks as they kept moving down to his neck.

“Y/N,” Felix stuttered, briefly withdrawing from the touch. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you,” they answered, lowering their voice to emit more power. “Baby boy needs a little help it seems,” Y/N glanced down at the poor boy’s crotch, where his dick was now prominently bulging. Felix blushed at the pet name and hesitantly nodded.

“Do need help,” he admitted. “But… Are you really...” He bit his lip and they already knew what he had been about to ask them. They nodded briefly.

“Dumb baby needs mommy to help him with his problem, doesn’t he?” Y/N continued as they moved down their hand to stroke the boy’s clothed member. Felix shuddered again, trying to stifle a moan caused by the sudden touch. Y/N could see he wanted to protest against the role he was being placed in, but he couldn’t. He was a dumb baby and he did need help. Hell, that was all he wanted and needed at this moment. His subby side had made a full appearance and there was no more use trying to hide it.

“Please?” He pleaded Y/N. “Please help me, mommy?” That was all Y/N needed to spring into action. They gently pushed the boy down on the carpet, unbuckling his dress trousers before pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprang up happily and fully erect. Damn, he had really been as needy as you thought he was, and all of that just because of light touches.

“Mommy will help you, little one,” Y/N whispered in a seductive voice. “Relax and do not worry about that,” they slowly stroked the little angel’s cock and watched how his face contorted in adorable emotions; shock, pleasure, and lust. The poor baby wasn’t used to being treated this way but he wasn’t complaining at all.

His hips bucked lightly and Y/N pushed them back down before licking up his shaft, making sure to gather all the precum oozing out of his tip on their tongue before giving him a soft kiss, making him taste himself.

“Taste that, baby boy?” They asked him with a soothing voice. Can you taste how needy you are for mommy?” Felix nodded eagerly as he licked his lips. He watched as their lips connected with his sensitive, swollen tip. He needed more. He needed to feel his mommy around him.

“M-more!” He whined, attempting to buck his hips again. Y/N chuckled quietly as they bit their lip.

“Patience, little one. Mommy will only help you if you’re a good boy,” Felix stayed quiet this time as he nodded. He was going to be a good boy. This was a sign for Y/N to suddenly wrap their mouth around the doll’s cock, making him throb when their tongue connected with the sensitive skin and swirled around his length. A moan escaped his lips when Y/N started bobbing their head, making sure to run their tongue over his tip as they used their other hand to play with his balls.

Felix had never had a blowjob like this and he was seeing stars. He wriggled under his mommy as they were sucking him off hard, knowing that he wasn’t going to last long purely because of the suddenness of it all. Y/N sped up, making the little one twitch in their mouth.

“Close!” He cried out. “I-I’m so close!” Y/N looked up at him and made eye contact before hollowing their cheeks, making sure to suck him off good as he whimpered and arched his back, spilling his hot cum down their throat. They swallowed it before pulling off, licking their lips.

“You taste amazing angel,” they said, smiling endearingly as the poor boy panted. Felix wiped some sweat off his forehead, looking at Y/N with a blush on his cheeks.

“Thank you,” he mused. “Do you…” He stalled, looking away, suddenly really aware of the situation. “Never mind, I’m sorry.”

“What is it, baby boy,” they whispered, drawing figures over his stomach with their nails. Such a simple touch, yet it managed to make his cock spring up excitedly once again, making Felix blush even more.

“Can you… Would you…” He was clearly too embarrassed to finish the sentence, yet could not seem to let go of the idea. “Please?”

“Can I what?” Y/N asked, teasing the poor boy a little. They knew exactly what he wanted, but they needed the words to roll off his lips first. If he wanted something, he needed to ask for it.

“Fuck me, please?” His voice suddenly whinier than before, which was clearly unintended. He buried his face in his hands once again as his body flushed with embarrassment. “C-can you please fuck me, mommy?” Y/N smirked, getting up from the floor before undressing. Felix’s eyes widened when he saw the figure in front of him, his cock twitching happily.

“Like what you see, princess?” They asked him, eliciting an eager nod.

“You’re so pretty mommy,” he praised, making them feel good about themselves as they reached for the bottom drawer, pulling out a strap-on and a bottle of lube. Felix audibly gasped, clearly not expecting to be literally fucked. Nobody had ever seen this side of Y/N and the cute twink would be the first to do so. However, he did not seem reluctant at all. Even better, he was more aroused than ever before, if that was even possible. His hips bucked involuntarily as he watched his mommy install the strap on before covering it in lube.

“Shirt off,” Y/N demanded with a dominating voice, making the poor boy shudder and quickly do as he was told.

“Good boy,” they praised him, earning another blush. They hovered over Felix, kissing their neck and collar bones before moving down to his chest, leaving hickeys all over. “You’re mine, got it?” They growled, nibbling on his skin as he whimpered and nodded. “Everyone can know and see that this baby boy belongs to his mommy and to nobody else.”

“Nobody else,” Felix mused, shaking at the feeling of the strap-on rubbing against his own cock. He grew needier and needier with the second and the thought of being filled up excited him more than anything could. “Please mommy, I need you,” his voice merely a shiver.

“Beg for it,” Y/N’s voice boomed.

“Please mommy! Fill me up. Use me and ruin me. I am just a dumb baby. A toy that you can use however you want,” he begged. “Please, just… Please just fuck me!” Y/N flipped him over, deciding he had been marked enough. His cheek was pressed against the carpet and his ass was sticking up. They slapped it with a lot of force, leaving a clear red mark in the form of their hand. Felix gasped, stifling a moan. He felt another hand come down on his delicate ass and could not keep his moans in this time. Y/N was satisfied with the effect they had on him and teased his hole with the strap-on.

Felix once again turned into a whiny baby, trying to press his ass against the toy to stop the teasing.

“Patience,” Y/N’s voice boomed once again, making the poor baby shudder.

“Yes, mommy. I’m sorry mommy,” he whispered. They were satisfied with this apology and saw it as a sign to unexpectedly push themselves into the baby’s tight hole. He screamed out in pleasure as he felt the toy stretch him out, pressing his cheek against the carpet more.

“Yes, oh fuck. M-mommy that feels s-so good,” he stuttered, enjoying the sting of his tight hole being stretched out. Y/N started thrusting the toy in with their hips, making sure to go slow at first to let the whiny boy adjust to the size of it.

Felix’s moans grew louder and louder the more they sped up. They pulled out all the way and slammed back in hard, hitting his prostate with much force. He screamed out and clawed his nails into the carpet, pressing himself against the toy more.

“Right there mommy! Please ruin me, please,” he whimpered. Tears of pleasure and pain streamed down his cheeks as Y/N kept slamming in hard, pushing his hips down to the carpet as they rolled their hips fast. Felix’s cock rubbed against the floor, making him tremble even more than before because of the sudden friction. As the toy kept hitting against his sweet spot, Felix felt his orgasm approaching fast. He clenched around the toy and shook, overwhelmed by all the pleasure he was feeling. Feeling like he was brought onto cloud nine by this sensation.

“I can’t- Close I cannot-” he stuttered out, no longer able to form full sentences. However, Y/N knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Cum for me doll,” they said. “Make a mess out of your pretty body and cum for mommy,” Felix didn’t need to be told twice before he started to twitch all over, cumming hard over himself and the floor as he cried out. Y/N was certain the entire floor of the building could hear his profanities, but they couldn’t care less. Felix was having the orgasm of his life and nothing mattered more to them than this subby baby feeling this good.

They eased the angel off his high before gently pulling out, plugging his filled-up hole with a sparkly butt plug that fitted the boy perfectly. Felix whimpered at the feeling, satisfied and fucked out. He collapsed on the floor completely as he panted heavily.

“Thank you mommy,” he hummed. “That was amazing,” Y/N smiled happily and proudly before carefully helping him onto their bed. They took off the strap-on and cuddled up with the flushed and sweaty baby boy. He curled into their chest, smiling a little as he nervously looked down.

“I didn’t know you were such a subby baby,” they cooed, earning a soft giggle from the boy.

“I’m not always,” he said. “Just… You brought it out in me…”

“Maybe I should do that more often then, little one,” they tickled his tummy and he giggled more.

“I wouldn’t complain,” he admitted as they drew figures on his arm with their fingers.

“Good, because I wouldn’t either,” Y/N said before kissing his forehead. “You’re a cutie, Felix.”

“You cutie now,” he said, smiling softly.

“Mine,” they agreed. “Only mine.”

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