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jj-one · 1 month

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STRAY KIDS + WHEN YOU’RE BUSY AND THEY CRAVE YOUR ATTENTION !

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: skz x f!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, nipple play, fingering, exhibitionism, voyeurism, marking, sexting, sending nudes, piv, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap ur willy), masturbation, oral (f receiving), dry humping, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, spanking, there is probably more but i’m too lazy to write them all words: 4.4k

[note] if you remember seeing this before yes i’m the original author i didn’t plagiarize lol, i made a new blog and was formerly known as @milkychae but deleted a while ago. i’ll be reposting all my old deleted fics and using this as an archive !

BANG CHAN. It was finals week, aka your personal hell. You were always super nervous about tests and if you didn’t score over an 80% that may as well be a failure to you. You sighed as you opened yet another textbook to read, your dickhead professor thought it would be a good idea to pile more homework on top of the fact knowing you all needed to study. Your major was biochemical engineering so you shouldn’t have been too shocked by all this intense workload. As you were sitting on the bed you heard a noise come from the door, looking to the left of you to see Chan coming inside. You don’t really put much thought into it though since you see him literally everyday and you were just really focused on studying right now. That’s when Chan starts to come up behind you, rubbing your shoulders and planting a kiss to your cheek.

“Hiii y/n, I’m back!” He says cheerfully, “I couldn’t wait to see you baby,” he proceeds to try and pry the textbook out of your hands so you can give him your full, undivided attention but you pull it back.

“Sorry babe but I really, really need to study right now.” You tell him with an exhausted look on your face. You’ve been studying for only 2 and a half hours but it feels like the entire day.

Chan looks at you and puts his arm around you, “You look so tired sweetie, why don’t you let me give you a massage?” He asks, already starting by wrapping his hands back on your shoulders.

You loved this man dearly, he just came back home from an 8 hour shift at work but is still offering to give you massages and help you out when you’re stressed. You want to tell him no and that you seriously need to focus back on studying but the intrusive thoughts were slowly winning. Ultimately you gave in to Chan’s desires and he gave you a gentle massage. The massage started off pure at first with no intention of going any further but then his hands slipped a little too far and came in contact with your nipple. He noticed you weren’t wearing a bra underneath so he slips his hand through the opening of your t-shirt, light moans were now leaving your mouth from his touch.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day babe,” Chan softly whispers while pinching your nipples, bringing his other hand down to your thigh and gently caressing it. Chan has always been good at being a distraction for you and his cock is definitely what you need instead of reading about the Principles and Techniques of Molecular Physics.

LEE KNOW. Saturday nights were the best, you had no work and got to do whatever you wanted for the whole day. You weren’t much of an outgoing kind of person so you chose to stay in and have your boyfriend Minho come over and be lazy with you. You were wrapped up in your cozy sherpa blanket watching your favorite kdrama season finale, you and Minho both loved kdramas but you got way too into them. Your eyes have been glued to the show since Minho got there and you only spoke about three sentences to him. He’s sitting on the couch next to you and he’s not as remotely interested in the show as you are, he keeps looking around the room and sneaking glances at you from time to time.

He can’t stop noticing how cute you look today, you were wearing very light makeup and had messy hair. He thought you looked so adorable in your current state, just in awe of your natural beauty. He wraps his arm tightly around you and tries to give you a kiss, but you quickly pull away from him so you can focus back on the TV, not trying to miss anything. Minho gets visibly upset by this, he wants to give you his affection yet you’re currently denying it. He tries one more time to kiss you but you continue to keep pulling away to watch the show. That’s when he decides he’s had enough and grabs the remote to turn off the TV, causing you to get frustrated with him.

“What the hell Minho?!” You say in confusion, you were getting so close to knowing who the girl’s father finally was.

He doesn’t say anything, instead he just starts roughly kissing you, pushing you down on the couch and hovering over your body. He pulls away leaving you breathless, then proceeds to nibble on your earlobe, dragging his tongue further down to lightly suck on your neck, touching a certain spot that makes you inhale sharply. He brings one of his hands to your stomach, rubbing it gently. Beginning to toy with the hem of your sweatpants and wants nothing more than for them to be off.

He was almost going to give in to that idea but a new one came to mind, an even more sinister thought. He grins as he continues rubbing down your thigh, you want him to wipe that smirk off his face so badly because you have no idea what he’s up to. Wondering what he could possibly be thinking about right now. Minho brings his fingers to your clothed heat, sliding them inside the sweatpants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You moan for him as you close your eyes, feeling the friction. You buck your hips in the air so you can feel more of him, but Minho grips your hips and holds them firmly in place.

“No, stop. No moving ‘til I say so,” Minho says sternly, giving your clothed pussy a little slap as he looks at you. “Since you’re so willing to ignore me, I get to tell you what to do from now on.”

CHANGBIN. You’ve been cleaning the entire house preparing for your parents to come over for dinner. You wanted to make sure that everything was perfectly spotless and the amount of cleaning you did today could account for your whole lifetime. You were cleaning the stove and just as you were about to grab another clean sponge you see Changbin with a whole box full of donuts from Krispy Kreme.

“How’s it goin’ babe?” Changbin asks while setting the donuts onto the table, he sees you wearing an apron and giant yellow gloves, “looks like you’ve been doing some serious, hard labor!”

“I’ve been cleaning for 5 hours now..” You say with an exhausted look on your face, “I haven’t even finished cleaning the stove yet.”

“Who cares about the stove y/n,” Changbin says, chuckling at your frustration about needing everything to be neat and tidy.

“I’m serious Binnie, I need to clean everything and make sure it’s all perfect!” You tell him while pouting.

“Why don’t you take a break babe.” He suggests out of concern, grabbing your hands to take your gloves off and sets them aside. He slowly brings your body up against the wall behind you, kissing you passionately. He must have been wanting you all day by the way he was hungrily kissing you, the man was sucking on your face for dear life, exploring the depths of your mouth as both your tongues were intertwined. He takes off your apron and grips his hands around your waist while your leg wraps around him, he held you so securely.

As things got more heated, and all your clothes were off, he aligned himself inside you. Your hands were snaked around his neck as you desperately move your hips to feel his cock, feeling every bit of his thrusts in you. Letting out a high-pitched moan as you grab a fistful of his hair and scream his name. Your legs grew weak with each and every stroke Changbin gives you, feeling like you’re going to faint. He continues pounding into you like no tomorrow and you hold tightly onto his shoulders for support. His skin was sticky and sweaty from all the work he’s putting into fucking you, his face looked super focused as he was hitting all the right spots. He was fucking all your stress away at this point and you were feeling so good. You feel yourself coming to your peak as he thrusts into your dripping heat, you’re seeing stars at this point. The harder his strokes were getting, the faster you were to reaching your climax.

“Mmm…gonna cum!” You cry out in pleasure, slowly losing your grip on him as you slip from his grasp. Changbin swiftly picks you up and pins you harder into the wall, making sure you don’t go anywhere by fully pinning his body up against yours. You feel so connected to each other in this very moment as you’re both about to cum, both letting out a string of moans in unison. You both reach your highs together, dizzy as your orgasm washes over you, feeling his cum leaking out of your cunt and dripping down to your leg. You just spent the whole day cleaning and now you have to get cleaned up before your parents come in approximately 30 minutes.

HYUNJIN. It was a long day at work, you were about 6 hours in and you already wanted to end it all. You work at a clothing store and on this particular day for some reason everyone and their mom wanted to come shopping. You’ve been working the register nonstop and you had yet to take a break, you were so busy that you forgot to even take one. You asked one of your coworkers if they could cover for you while you go on lunch and they said yes. You were so excited to finally be able to get to sit down and eat. As you sat in the break room you checked your phone for any missed messages, you see that you have a bunch of missed texts from the new guy you’re seeing. Hyunjin’s name is plastered on your phone and you check the messages straight away, eyes growing wide at what was shown before you. Hyunjin sent you a string of messages:

‘Hey y/n, what’s up?’ [1:15 pm]

‘Imyyy’ [1:25 pm]

‘Wyd? Are you at work?’ [1:42 pm]

‘Yea you’re prob at work :P’ [2:26 pm]

‘I’m a little horny lol’ [2:41 pm]

‘I want youuuu’ [3:02 pm]

He then proceeds to send you a couple shirtless pics of him in bed and a short video of him stroking his erect cock through his boxers. You quickly look around to see if anyone would be able to notice and you don’t see anyone else in the break room besides you. That’s when you open the video fully to see the rest, quickly get turned on as your wetness is only growing. You ran to the bathroom so you can send a photo back, snapping a quick pic of your boobs under your shirt and telling him how wet that video made you at work. You love that he now comes to you for when he feels needy, you like that he craves your attention while you’re gone. He sends you another message saying how much badly he wants to fuck you and he can’t to pick you up from work. You smile at that and tell him you only have 2 more hours to go.

You realize it’s time to get back to work and now all you can think about is that damn video Hyunjin sent you. The way he was stroking his cock all nice and slow made you want to be there to give him even more pleasure. You were walking around all day with wet and sticky panties since you came a little bit from fingering yourself in the bathroom to the video. You couldn’t wait to bounce on Hyunjin’s cock all night after you get off work.

HAN. This was now the fifth dress you tried on and you still haven’t figured out a style you liked yet. You were getting frustrated but you weren’t going to let your pickiness get you down from shopping. You were at the mall with your boyfriend Han and as much as he hated shopping he liked to see you try on the pretty dresses for him so it was a win-win. You go to a different store now and you check out those dresses, making a beeline for the pink ones since that was your favorite color. You check out all the various designs and ask Han which ones he liked best, he didn’t really give much input and just picked the shortest one for you.

You gave him a playful side eye and put the dresses you didn’t like back, heading over to the dressing room so you can try everything on. As you were trying on the dresses, Han was sitting on a bench outside the door, texting all his homies. He soon started to notice how long it’s taking you in there and although you were busy trying on dresses he was getting tired of sitting here and waiting for what seemed like an eternity. He sighs as he figures out what to do, but he ends up deciding to knock on your dressing room door. You don’t reply but he can hear stuff rustling from the inside so he knocks again and tells you it’s just him.

“Uh… I think I need help,” you tell him reluctantly, he’s not sure what you need help with but he comes in anyway. He sees you standing in the dressing room with your hands in the air and the dress halfway up your body, he starts to laugh at how you were stuck in it.

“This isn’t a laughing matter, please help get this damn thing off of me!” You whine, and he begins to unzip the dress from the back, releasing you from its tight grip. You feel like you can finally breathe once again and slip the dress off of you, now completely naked in front of Han. You were only wearing your skimpy g-string and you had your nipples pierced which Han loved about you. He looks you up and down, licking his lips as if he was about to destroy you. The only thought in his head right now was to kiss you, so he grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours, moving some of your hair out the way. You kiss him back but harder and even more passionately, letting him fondle your boobs and play with your piercing. As he toys with your nipples he looks at you with pure lust, his eyes were all hazy and he looked nothing but in love with you. He started kissing your chin and licked the side of your neck, making you get all wet and worked up for him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this right here baby,” you tell Han as he continues roaming all over your body.

“Doesn’t that make you wanna do it even more though?” He says mischievously, sucking on your neck and giving you small hickies. You knew the chances of getting caught were very high but at this moment, you didn’t really seem to care. All you wanted right now was Han and that’s all that was on your mind. His hands slid down between your legs, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers and coating them with your essence. Your wetness was leaking down to your thighs and it took everything in you not to scream from Han’s touch. He inserts two fingers in your tight little hole and goes in and out slowly, you press your lips together trying not to make a sound, so he covers your mouth.

“Shhh… quiet babe,” He whispers into your ear.

FELIX. It’s not secret to Felix that you were a workaholic, you often immersed yourself in your work a little too much. He knows you are an independent woman that enjoys the freedom of working but at the same time he really wishes you’d give that same energy towards him sometimes. You traveled a lot for work and although you two live together, it still puts a strain on your relationship being apart for long periods of times. Felix loves to be around his lover and the fact you are always so busy with work makes him want to shower you with even more love and affection when he sees you. You were gone on another usual business trip but this time it was for a week, that was the longest you’ve gone for work and it was driving him insane. Everyday he thought of you and he would text you little things that he saw randomly throughout the day that reminded him of you. You always appreciated how much Felix adored you and your work ethic, he loved you for you.

The day you came back home from work Felix came to you with open arms, he was more than excited to see you again and all he wanted for the past week was the attention of his beautiful lover.

“I’ve missed you so so much baby,” Felix says whilst giving you the biggest hug, his body was so warm and you melted right into him. You gave him a kiss and he moves you both over to the couch, pulling away from kissing you for a second with a weird grin plastered on his face.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, wondering what he’s thinking in that head of his.

“I got you a little something, I’ll be right back,” he quickly runs to your shared room and comes back with a black box in his hand.

“What’s this?” You ask curiously, holding the box up to examine what it could be.

“Just open it, you’ll be surprised.”

You do as you’re told and open the box, you see a purple velvet bag and you open to see what’s inside. It was a vibrator, it had multiple settings and looked very high quality and expensive. You instantly blushed as you held the item in your hand, looking up at Felix so he can explain what’s going on.

“I wanted to get something to relieve your stress..” he continues “because you’re always so busy and stuff, y’know.”

You smile at the naughty gift your boyfriend gave you, giving him another kiss and thanking him.

“Want to use it on me now?” You ask, knowing that he’ll say yes to you in a heartbeat. Felix’s eyes light up like a kid in a candy store and he agrees without hesitation. He sits next to you on the couch with the toy in his hand and you’re now making out. As one thing leads to another, you end up naked lying on your back with your legs spread wide out for him. He has the toy on one of the highest settings and you’ve squirted about three times for him already.

“Come on baby, you can give me another. Just one more,” Felix says demandingly, having too much fun with this toy.

You spring your head back as you feel the toy in your soaking wet entrance, you don’t know how much more of this you can take. Your legs were violently shaking and the couch was soaked with your juices, you felt like you didn’t have anything left in you. Felix keeps fucking the toy in and out of you making you scream out for him, he palms himself through his pants as he does it.

“I never want you to be away from me again y/n,” Felix’s deep voice rasps as he pumps the toy into you deeper, “I mean it this time.”

SEUNGMIN. You were laughing hysterically as you were scrolling through TikTok, you’ve been glued to your phone for hours at this point. You showed Seungmin, who was sitting next to you on his bed yet another TikTok that he probably wouldn’t think is funny. You put the screen up to his face to show him the video and he looks but doesn’t really seem that interested. You tell him how funny you think the video is and he just shrugs his shoulders.

“You know, I’d rather have you shoved in my face rather than a phone.” Seungmin says to you.

‘Ok boomer’ you think to yourself, not wanting to actually say it incase he gets offended. You decide to just ignore his comment and go back to watching hilarious TikToks. Seungmin starts to get bored and he when he gets bored he becomes bratty. You hear him whine a little bit, looking up from your phone to see him pouting and all you want to do is give him a kiss.

“C’mere,” You command for him to come closer, he quickly does so looking like a lost puppy. He plants a chaste kiss to your lips, then begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. He slips a hand under your tank top and lightly squeezes your boob. You sigh as you feel him innocently brush past your nipples, then he trails some more kisses down your stomach. Once he makes his way down to your lower body, he quickly takes off your pants with ease. Teasing your clothed pussy a little bit, watching as a wet spot starts to appear from the outside, he circles your clit and starts to sniff you.

“You smell good baby,” Seungmin compliments, finally taking off your panties and tossing them somewhere on the bed. He kisses the inside of your thighs and feels the warmth of your skin on his lips. He loves every inch of you and he wants to take his time with you. Flicking his tongue on your clit and you hiss at the feeling, you want him to fuck you with his tongue. He licks a nice long stripe across your wet folds, staring up at you while doing so, your phone still in your hand the whole time. Seungmin brought his head up more to face you, “keep looking at your phone while I eat you out babe, pretend like I’m not even here.”

You comply with his instructions, continuing to watch TikToks like normal and Seungmin goes back to devouring your pussy like the good boy he is.

JEONGIN. It was a very nerve wrecking day for you, you were meeting Jeongin’s parents for the first time today. You put on your most expensive Dior perfume and prettiest heels to meet his mom since Jeongin told you she was very into fashion and can tell when girl’s wear cheap perfume. You wanted to impress this woman as much as possible since this was definitely going to be the man you wanted to marry someday. Jeongin reassures you the whole day that she was going to love you regardless,

“Even if you wore perfume from the Dollar Tree she’d still like you!” He tries to give reassurance. You don’t believe that’s true but when you get to his mom’s house you meet her and the rest of his family. His dad was super nice and everyone was very welcoming towards you. You were actually shocked by how chill and laid back everyone was, you felt bad for assuming that they would be mean to you. Jeongin’s mom was the last person you met, when you met her she came off as a little timid but then she started to warming up to you once you started having a lot of things in common.

She was really sweet and super funny, you now know why Jeongin is such a charming guy. You see Jeongin come up to you so he can pull you away from his mom for a bit but his mom brushes him off to tell him she wasn’t finished talking. He walks away with a defeated look on his face and you continue talking with his mom. When the food is ready everyone gathers at the table to eat and you sit beside Jeongin, his mom was across from you both. You were busy for most of the day talking with his family and getting to know everyone. He wanted to be with you but he couldn’t even get the chance, feeling left out in the conversation. You feel your phone vibrate from the table and you pick it up to see who it is, seeing that it’s from Jeongin but you’re confused because he’s sitting right next to you. You turn towards him to ask him why he just texted you but he puts his finger to his mouth to tell you it’s a secret. You place your phone under the table to look at the message,

‘Come meet me in the bathroom upstairs by the laundry room ;)’

You instantly blush from reading that text and try to hide your flustered expression. You look at him and nod your head to signal that you understand. Jeongin shoots his head up and tells his parents who were across the table from him that he needs to be excused to go to the bathroom. You shoot yourself in the foot thinking about what excuse you can come up with so you both don’t look sketchy.

“Sorry please excuse me I have to take this important call for my job,” you quickly say to his parents as you head over to where you’re supposed to go.

You meet Jeongin in the bathroom where he told you to and you went straight to heavily making out. He grabs your ass and spanks it lightly, “How long you think we can be in here before they start to notice?” You ask, his lips now glued to your neck.

“I dunno, I honestly don’t really give a fuck.” He says bluntly, turning you around to face the sink and the mirror, pressing his bulge against your ass. He starts grinding his dick against you slowly, kissing your neck and running his fingers down your body. He lifts up your dress and drags his cock to rub against your clothed cunt, you lowly moan his name and he smiles. He’s about to fuck you so hard against this sink all the while his parents not having a clue where you two went.

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cloudypariah · 4 months

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How to perpetrate and sabotage your own kidnapping: A guide for dummies.

- The creation of the board (and its subsequent discovery)

Summary: Step One: host a brainstorming session with your teammates on how best to kidnap your future abductee. Step Two: have said abductee show up half an hour into the session and begin correcting your entire plan. Step Three: realise at the beginning of their impromptu presentation the target has absolutely no idea that they’re the target. Step Four: fail anyway.

Pairing: Dark!Poly!Task Force 141 x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Content tags: Dark content - Discussions around kidnapping, tense situations. If this is not your cup of tea, please go and find something different might better suited your palate. This is an 18+ fic meaning minors do not interact with this work. No one has permission from me to repost, copy or translate my work. No one has my permission to put my work into any AI source.

Notes: This is my first foray into the COD fandom and will be the first part in a dark comedy series. Please let me know what you think. Not proofread very well, sorry for any mistakes! Thanks for the motivation @live-love-be-unique !

Link to Task Force 141 masterlist / Link to COD masterlist

Captain John Price likes to think he knows his men well enough to trust them when his back is turned. Now that itself doesn’t necessarily mean knowing each and every one of their dirty secrets - he definitely wouldn’t come out smelling like fresh daisies if any number of his were revealed - but it does mean that he has the awareness to recognise that they all share one particular secret.

He sees it in the way Lieutenant Riley’s body language shifts when you give him his medical forms to look over, your consideration at offering him the option to disclose only certain personal information making the reserved soldier relax just enough to offer you a low thanks, accompanied with a stare that stretches on for a few moments longer than considered socially polite.

It’s also so amazingly obvious with Sergeant MacTavish. John’s surprised everyone else misses the way Soap’s smile takes a little longer to fade after departing for yet another mission, your swift congratulations on completing yet another physiotherapy appointment - “ Keep it up the good work big guy” - leaving the Scotsman floating on cloud nine damn near until the plane lands.

And how could he forget Sergeant Garrick? The man’s quick to change his tune and focus up, but the captain has observed Kyle absentmindedly rubbing his shoulder, thumb gingerly stroking the spot where your palm was only moments before, your figure long gone as you retreat down the corridor to where you came from.

No, Jonathan Price doesn’t miss a thing about his men. And it only takes two weeks and a long chat in the corner booth of the bar one quiet night - sans you or Laswell - before somehow his place becomes the meeting point for an unusual, though not unwelcome, topic - you.

More specifically, how to keep you.

The wooden shit box of a sports bar was where the first two facts were confirmed amongst them: 1. Every single one of the 141 men wanted you for themselves, but they weren’t above sharing. 2. You weren’t worth killing each other over, not when there was a much easier solution staring them in the face.

John’s house became the go-to place to discuss fact number three - They needed a plan.

It was Gaz who initially suggested the whiteboard after numerous interjections from Ghost and John; from everything to how to keep this from Laswell, to deciding which of your usual hangouts would provide them with the best opportunity to commence your “relocation”, to how to delicately but firmly explain said "relocation" to you once it was complete. Kyle loves his brothers in arms and never regrets a moment where his life is on the line if it means saving any one of them, but his patience began to wear thin when Soap got bored and started using goddamn paper planes instead of words to get his point across. At that Price finally relented and bought the damn thing.

Now, John was expecting you to pop by his place on Wednesday night to drop some papers off. A perfect opportunity, were it not for the fact that the gentlemen were still disagreeing on where to relocate you. However, it’ll allow you to grow more comfortable with him while he has some alone time with you, your presence like a balm on a wound - soothing and necessary (at least to him).

He had been looking forward to seeing you… tomorrow. So when you turn up not just on the doorstep but in the middle of the bloody hallway in his own bloody home halfway through the 141 “guys night”, his secondary action of shitting bricks quickly overrides his primary instinct to eliminate the threat.

He’s on his way back from the bathroom when he sees you standing, familiar folders firm in your grasp - fucking hell, is that his spare key too? - and a sour expression on your pretty face.

Your eyes narrow further when you spot him, striding over with fury rolling off you in small waves. “Captain Price, I know you did not leave these dossiers on my desk just before the end of my work day with a note stating they all need to be completed by the end of the work day.”

John’s senses are briefly overwhelmed by you being so close to him, the sight of you angry having a different effect on him than what you had originally intended. He’s never seen it before, and his hand twitches when you’re less than a foot away - fluctuating adrenaline or the desire to reach out and hold you, he’s not sure which is more prevalent.

He always forgets to not be so obvious around you, but it isn’t as though you usually notice. (He’s not sure if the thought should make him feel sad or grateful.)

The sounds of his men arguing in the background, merely the next room over, are enough to bring reality crashing down hard.

His voice is deliberately loud and stalwart when replies. “You can’t be here.”

“Tough shit. Your lads night can wait.” You lean past him to the origin of what your gut was telling you was the sounds of the remaining 141 members quarreling. It’s easy to slip past Captain Price once your mind is set, the push of files against his chest preventing him from reacting for a few seconds - all the time you need to move down the hallway to where everyone else is bound to be.

John is quick to rush behind you, the arguing noises having swiftly changed to near cartoon-like crashes just moments before you enter the room.

Ghost has migrated to the corner of the sitting area, standing as stiff as a fucking nutcracker, a mountain of crumpled notes and paper planes spilling out from between his arms. (His mask is still on thank god because it’ll hide exactly how caught out he feels, and if there’s one thing Simon Riley cannot stand it’s feeling like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar). His eyes instinctually watch your every move, waiting for your reaction.

Both of your gazes drift to the other side of the room, with neither of you failing to notice how the couch cushions are strewn widely across the space, (with one being stuck on top of a bookshelf for some odd reason) to find not one, but two soldiers gecko’d to the standing whiteboard.

Their demolitions expert is currently splayed out on the left side of the board and desperately grabbing the top of its metal frame, his stomach pressed into the cold porcelain and a left leg hitched up in a poor attempt to conceal the incriminating writing.

Price’s protégé is in a similar state. Dear Gaz has his back against the right side, with his arms outstretched to - much like Johnny - cover as much of their group planning as possible, a coloured marker clasped in each fist.

Two deers in headlights.

The sight of his task force is enough to bring back flashbacks of his original conversation with Kate about bringing these men together because Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck was he thinking?

There are a few moments when nobody moves or dares to breathe…

… except for you, of course.

You waste no time walking over to the two youngest members of the 141 as you attempt to shove them off the board. “Move,” you demand, palms pushing firmly against their sides. “I want to know what’s so important to everyone.” When they refuse, you do your best to stare at them, pleading with a pleasantly soft, “Please.”

Yeah, they both do what you say with ease when they hear that, giving you enough space to take in the somewhat smudged scribbles.

You miss the signal John gives Simon, the Ghost moving closer to your position as John quietly locks the door, and when your attention is drawn back to the board after the other two move you also miss all of the knowing looks shared behind your back. This was very far from ideal, but how can they recover from this?

They hope you understand that whatever comes next, they didn’t plan for it to start this way.

Kyle and John call your name but you ignore them, still processing the information written in front of you.

Johnny flexes his hands, preparing for the worst as you step back and say, “This is… bullshit.”

Every single member stops. That was not the reaction they were expecting.

Turning to face the group, you scoff. “I’m not even kidding. Firstly, you’re using guys' night to work, which is horrible for your mental and emotional health. And you should all know better.”

Four sets of brows furrow in united confusion. You don’t let that deter you from continuing, your arms gesturing haphazardly at the whiteboard. “Secondly, this is hands-down one of the worst brainstorms I have ever seen. This is not cohesive in the fucking slightest. Garrick, mark me.”

Kyle chokes on his spit, his brain short-circuiting before he sees your fingers wiggling at one of the markers he’s holding. The sergeant promptly gives it to you.

Your free hand takes turns pointing at everyone else in the room, a verbal command of, “sit down” directed at each man also. Dumbly and cautiously they all do. Ghost places himself at the end of the couch nearest the entrance, John strategically chooses a spot between yourself and the kitchen, and Soap and Gaz sit closest to you, where the two of them can hear you muttering under your breath as you draw what appears to be a massive cloud shape in the middle of the board.

Once completed, you fill your shape in with the word ‘TARGET’ and slam your free hand against the board. No one flinches, but if one were to look closely there would be some eyes widening in response. Johnny swears he sees one of your eyelids twitch.

“So,” you call out, “what do we know about the target?”

There are not only wide eyes looking at you, there are full glances exchanged between your audience.

“Seeing as you had the nerve to not invite me in your little meeting while keeping me on overtime” - Kyle and John squirm at that, and your finger makes a little circle - “we are going to be working on this project together. With all due respect, I’m not asking.”

Surely not…

And it’s when Captain John Price reviews the writing left over from the others that he realises Kyle and Johnny did one thing right during their clusterfuck of a coverup.

They managed to erase your name.

… you have absolutely no idea you are the target.

A piece of writing far in the coroner catches your attention, and your shoulders slump. “The target likes knitting and ‘The Karate Kid’. In another life we would have been the best of friends.” A dramatic sigh leaves you, “Oh well, at least I’ll be able to give you some insight into the mindset of this individual. Any questions?”

Four hands shoot up.

Rubbing your hands together with glee, a maniac smile grows on your face. “Excellent.”

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arieslost · 12 days

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cherry blossoms | ls2

summary: you have a meet cute in japan.

word count: 1,046

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this one is for my sweet mimi @lightsoutletsgo <33 thank you for coming up with this incredible concept, i loved writing it!!

being in japan during the springtime was always a magical experience, and it was owed primarily to the beautiful abundance of cherry blossoms. when the 2024 season calendar was announced and you saw that the japanese grand prix would be held during the spring, you wasted no time in procuring tickets and a flight to the country.

the paddock is absolutely stunning this time of year, you realized as you walk through it after qualifying. the teams were either debriefing or preoccupied with working in their garages, so the paddock itself was relatively clear, save for the blossoms that were falling out of the trees and lining the ground in brilliant pink. it’s almost overwhelming, but you and your camera can’t get enough of it.

you wouldn’t call yourself a professional by any means, but taking pictures has always been a fun hobby for you, and the vibrant japanese setting was the perfect subject matter for photos.

you were fully engrossed in your task, taking shots of the blossoms at multiple angles, even getting some action shots of blossoms falling through the air to rest on the ground. the paddock was much quieter than usual, and it was nice to only really hear the breeze against the sound of muted, far off conversation. you could even feel some of the stray blossoms brushing the top of your head and your shoulders. it was peaceful above anything else, and you weren’t bothered by it, gazing intently through your camera’s viewfinder as you walked along the paddock.

in retrospect, you probably should have been paying better attention to your surroundings. one moment you were adjusting where you stood to get a better focus on a specific blossom that you noticed, and the next you were colliding with something warm and solid.

“i’m so sorry— is your camera okay?!”

through the viewfinder, your eye focused on what (or who, rather) you’d bumped into. slowly, you lowered the camera so you could look directly at him. he was blond, and tall, and damn was he cute.

“yeah… it’s fine. are you okay?”

without saying anything in response, he reached out and plucked a stray blossom off of your shoulder that you hadn’t even taken note of. you looked down for a moment, overwhelmed with the gentleness of his touch, and missed him slipping the blossom into his pocket.

“thanks,” you said quietly.

“no problem. and i’m fine too,” he stretched out a hand to you. “i’m logan.”

“oh, right, of course! logan sargeant!” you exclaimed before feeling your cheeks heat up. “i mean… something less weird.”

he laughed. “something like your name?”

“right,” you laughed as well, introducing yourself. “i’m sorry for not paying attention. i just haven’t been here in the springtime in so long, i forgot how beautiful it was.”

“this is my first time here in the spring,” he shared, looking almost shy as he met your eyes. “but you’re right, it’s beautiful.”

“how was quali for you?” you asked, fiddling with the settings on your camera to hopefully still be able to get the photo you wanted.

“could’ve been better.” he shrugged, watching you lift your camera up to the trees. “getting good pictures?”

“amazing pictures,” you nodded, taking a few shots. “here, i’ll show you!”

enthusiastically, you held the camera out to him and started going through the pictures you’d taken throughout the day. eventually, you got back to the experimental ones you’d taken of a few cars on the track.

“hey, that’s me!” logan said suddenly, stopping you when the screen showcased the blue williams with the number 2 on it. “that’s incredible. you have a great eye.”

“hire me.” you said, mostly joking, but you could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he contemplated it.

“listen, i have to run, but… do you think i could get your number? i want to take you out. and maybe you can show me some more of your pictures.” he rubbed the back of his neck, watching you intently as you considered his offer.

“i think i’d like that a lot.” you replied with a smile, biting your lip to stifle the giggle that nearly escaped when he eagerly grabbed for his phone.

two years later, when you’re living with him and you turn over to grab your phone from the nightstand, you see a cherry blossom, pressed and proudly displayed on the wood surface. your whole body grows warm with affection when you feel logan’s arms around you, pulling you back into his soft embrace.

“logan,” you admonish quietly when he refuses to let you reach your hand out for the flower.

“stay,” he grumbles in response, brushing his lips against your shoulder.

“how long have you had this?” you ask, managing to grab the blossom before he pulls you further into him.

“hmm?” his eyes blink open and he looks at you with bleary confusion. “i love you, but why are you trying to wake me up right now?”

“it looks like you’ve had it for a while,” you continue, turning the blossom around in your hand.

“oh, that.” he lifts his head, watching as you inspect it. “i’ve had that since the day i met you.”

your jaw drops. “what?”

“yeah, it was on your shoulder when you bumped into me.” he explains easily. “just sitting there like it belonged there. i had it pressed so i’d always have a reminder of that pretty girl i met in suzuka, just incase i never saw you again.”

well. you weren’t expecting to tear up so early in the morning, but you’re still learning that logan sargeant is full of surprises.

“i love you,” you whisper, overcome with emotion as you set the blossom back on the nightstand.

“i love you so much,” he whispers back, leaving a loving kiss on your cheek. “even though you woke me up.”

“okay,” you giggle, putting a hand on his face and forcing his eyes shut. “let’s go back to bed then, sleeping beauty.”

“don’t need to tell me twice,” he hums happily, snuggling close to you and sighing in content.

you stay awake for a little while longer, admiring the pressed flower and thinking of how pretty a spring wedding would be in suzuka.

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planet-dusk · 1 year

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pay me // s.cb

you're having the worst month of your life: you got dumped by your ex, lost your job and now your car has broken down. luckily, the mechanic knows a way for you to repay him.

⛓️ PAIRING :: seo changbin x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut, dubcon, car mechanic!au

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 1.3k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: dubcon !!! (sex as payment), mc is a virgin, corruption, degradation, mention of anal, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, oral (m), possessive behavior

⛓️ NOTE :: 18+ minors dni. this work contains dubcon. proceed with caution if the above warnings may be triggering to you. i do not condone any of these actions. the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. don't edit, copy, repost or otherwise steal my content.

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Your hands are shaking under the mechanic's stern gaze. Sweat coats your brow when your card declines for the third time.

“Are you sure the card works?” The man frowns. You’re standing in his small office at the back of the shop. It was the only one in town open on a Sunday and he towed your broken car all the way there.

You bounce on the balls of your feet. His dark eyes make you nervous. You know there’s not enough money in your account; the repair was more expensive than you expected.

“I can call someone. Let me grab my phone from my purse. It’s in the car.”

The truth is you have no idea who to ask for help. Your cheater of a boyfriend broke up with you last month. You don’t talk to your parents. And the handful of friends you’ve got all have their own troubles.

“So you can drive off without paying? Don’t think so.” The mechanic (Changbin, Seo according to the tag on his shirt) crosses his arms in front of his broad chest and watches you closely. “What kind of work do you do?”

“I-I,” you stutter, taken aback by the question. His probing eyes burn right through you so you don’t dare to tell him anything but the truth. If you’re lucky he might even take pity on you. “I got fired last month.”

“Sorry to hear that.” His smirk doesn’t match his words. “So I’m guessing you don’t have the money?”

“I promise I can pay you back later—”

He shakes his head and wipes his hands clean on a towel. “Heard that one too many times before. You’re not leaving without payment.”

Tears burn behind your eyes as everything around you comes crashing down. The breakup, losing your job, the car… It's too much. You blink the tears away and take a shaky breath. You’re not going to cry in the mechanic’s office.

The man steps closer and tilts your chin up with his hand. He smells like a mixture of motor oil and sandalwood. Something twists deep in your gut.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He smiles. “I have a solution."

When the mechanic had told you how to repay your debt you’d expected he would want you to give him a quick handjob or suck him off. Even though you felt shame at such a transaction you had agreed. You didn’t see another way out. You’d just have to get him to cum quickly so you could leave and never think about this day again.

But it would be a lie to say your eyes weren’t drawn to his strong arms and muscular chest.

What you didn’t expect was for Changbin to put you over his lap with your skirt flipped up, the cold air hitting your exposed cunt.

He has been playing with your pussy for what feels like hours. His rough fingers circle your hole and trace your lips, ignoring your throbbing clit. It drives you crazy.

He laughs at your helpless wriggling and spreads your folds to spit in your hole. You can feel it trickle down together with the last of your dignity.

His wet thumb presses up higher, against your asshole and you gulp in surprise at the strange sensation.

“Have you been fucked here before?”

"N-no," you hiccup.

“Maybe I should be the first. Fuck your tight ass while your needy cunt stays empty until you’re begging me to cum.”

You can feel his heavy cock prodding at your stomach and you wince. He'll never fit. Fear mixes with arousal and he laughs again.

“Does that thought make you wet, sweetheart? Look at you. You’re fucking dripping.”

Changbin applies more pressure now, thumb almost breaching your rim. You realize he could do anything he wants to you.

And you would let him.

Shame washes over you and you hide your burning face in your hands.

"What's wrong, princess?" he mocks.

When you stay quiet Changbin slaps your pussy with the flat of his hand and you tremble at the sting. It’s the first attention your clit receives and the pain bleeds into a dull pleasure that settles in your core.

"Answer me."

You shake your legs anxiously. You and your ex never got the chance to take it any further than third base. He had already left you for another girl by then. One he could fuck any time he wanted. One that didn’t want to wait.

“I’ve never… I’m…” you start. “I’ve never had sex before.”

Changbin groans. You’re a virgin? His cock twitches at the thought of being the first man to fuck your pretty little cunt.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he echoes his earlier words. “I’ll ruin you for every man that comes after. Make sure you want nothing but my cock.”

You whine at his words. You feel so deprived you could cry.

"P-please," you whisper. The neediness in your own voice disgusts you.

"Please what? Please stop?"

You shake your head meekly. "Please, sir, want your cock."

Changbin laughs. "Such a spoiled little whore. Can't even pay me and now she wants my cock? What makes you think you deserve it?"

He slaps your clit again, harder this time. You sob.

“I-I’ll be good for you, sir.”

“You better be. I spent a whole day fixing your car.”

His strong arms hoist you up and he bends you over his desk, your hips hitting the hardwood tabletop. You hear him fumble with his zipper and then, without warning, you’re breached by his heavy cock.

You cry out at the burning sting, the stretch bringing tears to your eyes. “H-hurts, ah, sir—”

Changbin grunts and grasps your waist, setting a relentless pace. “You made a promise, sweetheart. Now pay me.”

You whimper and sob as his thick girth stretches you open. It’s a foreign sensation, pain mingling with pleasure until the sting fades away and all you can feel is the tightening knot in your tummy.

“You’re lucky no one else is here today to watch you getting fucked like a whore.” Changbin’s hands tighten their grasp. His hips snap into yours roughly, hard enough to bruise. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

You mewl in response. It’s impossible to think straight when he’s pounding into you like this.

He laughs. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Gets me so hard, princess. Gonna make you cream around this cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

You’re crying and drooling all over his paperwork now. Your entire body burns in humiliation at getting fucked like this: bend over a desk in a repair shop, letting a stranger use your body for payment.

But the worst part is that you’re enjoying every minute of it.

“Make me cum, sir, please,” you’re begging him between sobs. You feel so high-strung you think you can snap at any moment.

Changbin slaps your ass harshly and you cum with a cry, your cunt squeezing around him like a vice. He fucks you through it until you’re clawing at his desk.

You gasp for air and try to squirm away from him. “Too much—sir, hhng, ahh—”

He pulls out and grabs your limp body to turn you around and force you down on your knees. You look up at him with wide eyes, red-rimmed and makeup smudged from crying.

“Look at what you do to me, sweetheart.” Changbin strokes your cheek and your shaky hands come up to guide his cock to your mouth. He’s fucked you so dumb you’d do anything to get more.

He rests the tip on your lips before pushing past them and drool spills from the sides of your mouth as you choke around his cock. “I think I’ll keep you here for a while longer, princess. Until I say your debt is paid.”

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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year

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YOU’RE ALL I WANT

Summary: You and Harry finally reconnect.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.7kish

Warnings: Over 3k of smut!! Oral (fem! & male!receiving), fingering, allure to squirting, raw sex, creampie, slight fem!reader!Dom/subrry vibes if you squint!! 🤏🏻

A/N: Hi!! Sorry this has taken so long! The holidays were very crazy and work has been… just as crazy as always! But she’s here and I hope you love her as much as I do.. because I love her!! I’m also going to be tagging anybody who mention needing part 2 since it’s been a while!! Also, this is probably the last part! Song title inspo: “You’re all I want” by Cigarettes After Sex

Divider is by @silkholland!! I love your divider so much! Thank you for allowing us to use them. 🫶🏻

All my mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts!!! It fuels me!

PART 1 || Main Masterlist

May 20th, 2022.

You tapped your fingers on your countertop as you watched the time slowly trickle by.

3:03PM.

Watching how slow the time was going felt almost agonizing.

You let out a groan as you felt as if time had never gone by any slower. You were still in your pajamas, sipping on your door dashed iced latte, stomach still full of your late morning breakfast, and you felt nervous. Nauseated, almost.

So nervous about seeing Harry tonight that you almost wanted to throw up. And you knew you didn’t have to feel this nervous, but it’s been almost a year that you haven’t seen him. It’s normal to feel this way. You can’t help it.

Harry’s album had already been out since midnight and you had to physically restrain yourself from listening to it. You wanted tonight to be the first night you listened to all of his new songs.

Either way, you knew they were going to be amazing.

You had also already chosen your outfit for the night. Which surprisingly had taken you so long to put together.

Simply because you wanted to look your absolute best tonight.

You searched throughout Twitter for concert inspiration and for any ideas that would help you. You knew fashion. You worked in fashion. You had your own famous fashion line and you still had no idea what to wear to this concert.

You’ve been to plenty of his concerts before. You even remember the outfits you wore to one direction concerts and it secretly made you cringe. Flashbacks of textured shorts and frail crop tops fill your mind.

But now.. now you wanted to surprise him and feel good. It’s been way too long since you had seen Harry's face and you missed him.

So, you did what you do best and you made your own outfit.

You ended up making a black jumpsuit with an amazing sequin fabric which covered every inch of it. It was long enough to pair with your favorite platform heeled boots that were comfy enough to be standing a long period of time in. You made the top of the jumpsuit have a cross neck fixture with a triangle opening right underneath your sternum and you made the back to match.

Now, it was just time for the clock to strike five for you to start to get ready.

So, here you are. Fiddling with your phone to try and pass the time faster.

You hop off the stool and move to your private sunroom in your penthouse that overlooks the river. You bask in the sun on your skin and wonder how tonight will go.

Hopefully everything goes well and Harry’s only expression when he sees you is happiness.

You can only hope.

You tug on your oversized silk blazer as you walk down the backstage hallway of MSG with Jeff by your side.

“Harry might shit himself when he sees you,” Jeff says to you with wild eyes and a loud laugh as you try and match his fast pace down the hall.

You let out your own nervous one as you fix your hair for the millionth time as you follow him.

“Don’t worry. I just might, too.”

You weren’t lying. You genuinely felt sick to your stomach. You had decided to wait until you knew that Harry would already be almost going on to text Jeff that you were waiting at the back entrance for him. Just so he wouldn’t be able to tell Harry you were here.

“The concert already started, but don’t freak. It just started,” Jeff says casually as you start to see the flashing lights from behind the curtain.

You still for a second right before you pass the curtain to let out a shaky breath. Reminding yourself to calm down. That it’s only Harry.

Jeff’s hands are suddenly touching your shoulders and he’s giving you a reassuring smile.

“Don’t be nervous. He’s going to be happy to see you. Trust me.”

You nod quickly and your senses are suddenly filled with loud screams. Thousands and thousands of people screaming for Harry. For your Harry and it makes your heart warm.

You follow Jeff to the side of the main stage behind a barricade, but in perfect view of Harry. And your eyes start to water as soon as you see him.

He’s wearing an adorable white shirt that’s lined with red hearts, black leather figure hugging pants, red sneakers, and a big chunky yellow necklace.

You cover your mouth to hold in your own cry, quickly shaking off the nerves as you settle into the spot next to Jeff, and you zone out as you admire Harry in his zone.

The way the music completely takes over his body and his actions. The way you can tell he lets the music get into his bones by the way he lets it take over and how he dances. The way he lets himself be free in a room filled with people that love him. People that you know he loves. His fans. His wonderful, amazing, love filled fans.

The way he smiles, laughs, and giggles so hard his dimples end up showing. And how he looks so freaking happy it makes you want to burst into tears.

You can easily tell this is his favorite thing to do. Just by looking at him. He’s the type of person that you can just watch and admire because everything he does leaves you in awe.

And that’s exactly how you feel.

Then, at the right moment when he’s prancing around the stage, and running on your side of the stage.. he glances down to look at Jeff and then he sees you.

You both lock eyes at the same time and he trips on his own feet, halting in front of you, and the screaming only intensifies when he breaks out into the biggest smile you’ve seen on him all night.

His hands immediately go to his heart and you see his eyes water as you smile back at him with matching watery eyes. He reaches for you with a small “Hi” leaving his lips and you mouth it back. You can tell he wants to say something else, but he quickly shakes his head with a grin and goes back to dancing around the stage.

You can hear fans calling out your name from around you as now they’ve noticed you. You look around, giving a small wave at the fans near you, and they shriek when you look at them.

You blush under their gazes as it never gets any less weird for you that people actually know who you are. But feeling grateful nonetheless.

Harry makes his way to your corner of the stage after he sings probably the saddest song you’ve ever heard and smiles at you as he settles himself with the microphone stand.

“Now this next song… this next song is incredibly special to me. One of my favorites actually. And…” he pauses and takes in a shaky breath. “The person who inspired this song is actually here tonight.”

The crowd goes wild. Loud cheers surrounding your entire body. You feel lightheaded as you watch Harry on stage.

Watching you.

He gives you a small smile and continues, “This person.. has been my best friend for almost a decade now. We actually met at a Halloween party many many years ago. Her best friend is actually the person I spilled my beer on,” you both chuckle at his words, “I’m getting off track here. But I just want to say that this person is the one person that I absolutely adore. I adore her, I admire her, I respect her, I recognize her, and I love her.” His voice cracks at the last couple of words, his bottom lip quivering and his chin caving in, and tears pool his eyes.

Your eyes are filled with tears at hearing his speech to you and knowing that this is showing his vulnerable side. Which he has always struggled with. You clamp your hands together against your chin as you only smile up at him.

“This is ‘Little Freak’,” he says into the mic as the band starts playing a soft melody.

The first lyrics remind me of the incident in Italy last year and your heart silently hurts. You grip onto the railing in front of you as you listen closely to each lyric.

Finding yourself relating to each word and wanting to pull Harry into your embrace.

Did you dress up for Halloween? I spilled beer on your friend.. I’m not sorry.

You chuckle as you sniffle while slow tears fall down your cheeks and you quickly wipe them away. You watch him in awe as you hear everybody singing along to the lyrics. To a song that came out less than twenty four hours ago.

I disrespected you

Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard

A broken ankle, karma rules

You never saw my birthmark

Okay. Maybe this is the saddest song you’ve ever heard. Harry holds out the microphone to his fans and gets overwhelmed when they’re singing back his lyrics so loudly. You laugh with joy at how happy he is.

“Thank you so much,” he says into the microphone with his voice wavering, but sounding so grateful.

Just thinkin' about you

He finishes singing the last lyric and he looks over at you with a smile. You smile back with a thumbs up and his dimples show.

The rest of the concert goes by so quickly you can’t even believe it’s been almost two hours since he started.

Every single one of his songs feels connected to you in some way and you wonder if you were in Harry’s thoughts when he wrote this album. You know ‘Little Freak’ is about you since he practically dedicated it to you before he sang it.. but you wonder about the rest.

A part of you doesn’t want to know.

Jeff is by your side as soon as Harry runs off the stage after doing his famous ‘Whale’ and glancing at you quickly.

Jeff wraps his arm around your shoulder, with a smile, he asks, “What’d you think?”

“He’s incredible.”

“That’s our boy.”

You hum in agreement and you both walk off backstage to the chaos that is the loud voices of people congratulating the band and Harry on a brilliant performance.

You stand in the background, watching Harry take each compliment with grace, a shake of each person's hand, and a dimpled smile on his face.

You watch him carefully, bouncing on your heeled boots, heart racing, fingers aching to feel Harry’s skin, and your body trying not to reach for him.

You smile softly when you notice his eyes searching the room and then they land on you. His expression changes to a mix of glowing happiness and absolute joy. He looks like a little kid that just got offered a lollipop at the dentist.

He politely excuses himself from the group he had just thanked and hastily makes his way towards you.

You open your arms to him on instinct, “Hi.”

His arms engulf you into his space, completely tucking you into his body, and you feel complete. His hands wrap around your torso, underneath your blazer, touching your skin, and your arms wrap around his neck. Your faces squeezing into each other’s necks and he whispers a breathy, “Hi.”

You melt into his embrace, smelling his cinnamon roll hair styling crème that he still uses, and it brings back a decade of memories for you. His strong arms squeeze you as he lifts you up off your toes and you can hear him inhaling your scent.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

You chuckle into his neck, “Me more.”

You both pull away at the same time, staring at each other, and you place your hand on his cheek. He leans into it with a small smile, beautiful glossy green eyes staring into yours, and you thumb his cheek.

“I’m sorry, H.” You confess with a soft tone, trying to hold your voice steady while your heart races inside of your chest.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one that messed up, but.. c’mon.” He wraps his hand in yours, giving Jeff a small signal, and he starts to walk off towards his dressing room.

He leads you into the big dim-lighted room, shutting the door behind you, and locking it for privacy.

You stay in front of him, glancing at him and trying to see if you notice anything different about it.

But he’s still the same Harry. Right in front of you. Finally.

He pulls two cold waters from the mini fridge and hands one to you as he leads you both to the couch. You get comfortable as he kicks off his shoes, leaning into the green couch, and planting his feet on top of the coffee table. You sit back and admire him for a second before drinking some water.

After a moment of silence, he asks, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. Missed you tho.”

He smiles as he tucks his chin into his chest, arms crossing over his chest, “I did, too. More than you can imagine.”

“Yeah?” You question, playing with the rings on your fingers, and you look at him from underneath your lashes.

“Come here,” he says as he reaches for your hand. Your insides turn and you let him pull you into his lap. Your breathing hitches as he stares at your face, taking you in, and then his eyes land on your lips.

“Of course I’ve missed you. You’re my best friend,” he whispers into you as he slowly leans in and you close your eyes, waiting for his lips to touch yours.

“Do you still want me?” You blurt out bluntly, your eyes going wide, and you suddenly feel weak. You feel vulnerable. Insecure.

Harry tenses in front of you, his eyes going wide, and he searches for words. But nothing comes out. His eyebrows furr in confusion, “What? How-I… Are you serious? I was about to kiss you..”

You look down, ashamed at your question, and you feel him pull your face back up to meet his own eyes with his thumb.

“How could you ever think I wouldn’t want you?”

His eyes are sincere and full of concern. His body leans into yours, his arms that are holding you only grow tighter, and you wrap your arms around his neck limply.

You lean into his touch and try to smile. Your lips wavering when you say, “I.. I ignored you for months.”

“You had your reasons. I was awful to you. I said mean words to you that I should have taken back as soon as I had spoken them. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

His thumb caresses your cheek as you nod at him.

“I’m still sorry,” you say again as you kiss the inside of his palm.

“I have always wanted you.”

“What?” You say with a grin as he matches your own.

“I, Harry Styles, have always wanted you, Y/N L/N. Ever since the first moment I saw you. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on and you continue being so.”

You let out a watery laugh as tears prick your eyes, you swat his chest playfully, “Stop! You’re making me cry!” You both laugh together as he places a big smooch on your cheek.

You giggle as he slowly starts to kiss your cheek and makes his way down to your lips.

His hands are holding your face when he leans back and asks you, “Can I kiss you?”

Before you can even finish nodding, his lips are on yours.

His lips feel soft and warm against yours. You both held your breath as he waited for you to respond to his kiss, his lips on yours, but full of hesitation.

You relax into his hands, letting yourself finally kiss him back, and a feeling of euphoria fills your body. You both moan into the kiss, tilting your heads for better access, and you pull at each other to feel closer together. He slides off your blazer and touches your naked arms, moaning at feeling your skin against his own.

Your tongue fights with Harry’s and you suck on his bottom lip with a moan. Your hands moving from the back of his warm neck to his curly hair, tugging at the roots, and filling with content when he groans into your mouth.

Harry lets go of your face and he’s moving your body over his own, adjusting himself onto the couch, and you plant yourself down on his hips. Feeling his hardening bulge against your core makes you feel hot. Your core aching in want and you grind against him.

You both meet again in the middle and kiss, lips lapping against each other, open mouthed moans, and pants filling the room. Slow hips grinding against each other.

In the rush of probably the hottest way you’ve ever kissed someone, he’s suddenly pulling away from your body completely.

Leaving your body aching for his touch and your skin feeling burned as his hands leave your waist.

You’re suddenly filled with confusion, furring your eyebrows, and peering up at H.

“What’s going on? Why’d you stop?” You pant out as you try to catch your breath.

H looks like he’s torn between a million emotions as he clutches his eyes in distress, a heavy breathe escaping his lips, and he’s shaking his head. Then.. he chuckles.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this..”

Your heart stops.

“But.. I don’t want our first time to be like this.”

Oh.

“Oh?” You question with a small smile as you sit up on his lap, adjusting your jumpsuit straps around your neck, and he’s leaning against the back of the couch… looking so adorable.

He looks almost shy right now and he blushes under your gaze.

“Yeah,” he says as he reaches for your hand and you let him. “I want our first time to be special. I want it to be in my bed or yours. And I want it…I just.. I don’t want to fuck you in this dressing room. I mean—“

You cut him off as your cheeks flush down to your neck at his words, “I have an apartment here.”

His eyebrows spike up in shock as he looks simultaneously confused, shocked, and you can tell he’s hurt that he doesn’t know about this major change in your life. You reach for his hand and squeeze it when he immediately grips onto yours. Trying to reassure him with your touch.

“Since when?”

“Fairly recent,” you say with a small smile playing on your sinful lips.

“Where?”

“The Copper,” you say with a glint of enthusiasm and he only matches you. Like always.

“You got an apartment there?” His eyes glint with a look of pride.

“I got the penthouse.”

The second that you both walk into your penthouse, Harry’s mouth and hands are on you. And you’re not complaining.

You throw off your blazer at the same time he kicks off his shoes.

His hands are all over the parts of your skin that isn’t covered and he stops when he finds the clasp around your neck. He swiftly unhooks your jumpsuit and you feel it fall over your shoulders and down your chest. Your breasts are now exposed and you feet the cold air brush against your nipples. Perking them up and making you gasp in pleasure.

He tugs on your jumpsuit which makes it pull around your waist and his hands move onto your breasts. He moans into your mouth when he feels them naked since you’re not wearing a bra or pasties. He thumbs your nipples and you whimper into him, licking the roof of his mouth, and sliding your hands underneath his shirt.

He manages to shove you against your couch and you both tumble on it, giggling into the kiss, and his hands are around your body to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

You giggle as he kisses you, which only makes him giggle with you, and then you’re laying down on your couch. You pull away from him when you feel him get on his knees in front of you.

He slowly slides his hands underneath your jumpsuit, unzipping your boots, and tossing them to the floor. His eyes are only on you.

You watch him with want as he slips off his shirt, tossing it to the side, and you shimmy out of your jumpsuit. Tugging off your black thong with it.

Harry's lips are on yours again and he’s hungry. Kissing you deeply, his tongue fighting for dominance with your own, both moaning and panting, aching for each other, and he’s reaching down to unzip his pants.

Harry’s hands suddenly are off of your hips and his lips leave your own. You whine as you feel him pull away from you and you quickly open your eyes to watch him as he’s watching you, now sitting on his knees on the couch, and his eyes never leave yours.

He slowly lets his eyes wander down your naked body, fully taking in that this is the first time he’s ever seen you naked, and it makes you ache in ways you’ve never ached before. Makes your skin break out into goosebumps at the mere sight of him taking you in.

He stands up, shoving off his leather pants and his red briefs, and his long, thick dick makes an appearance. Your eyes go wide as you look at him, the first time truly looking at his dick, and your pussy only clenches with desire at the same time your mouth waters with want.

His dick is beautiful. Long, thick, and looking juicy. And waiting to fuck you up. His tip is leaking pre-cum already and it bounces with every movement he makes. He moves back to where he was sitting on his knees on the couch, admiring you as you admire him.

“Fuck,” he mutters out as he wipes his face with his hands before he sets them down on your ankles.

“What is it?” You whisper as you move your legs to open up in front of him, feeling your wetness coat your inner thighs, and he bites his bottom lip. His dick twitching in all its hardened glory. He’s almost fully leaking from the tip of his dick.

“You… are beautiful. Breathtaking.. and this is the first time I see you naked. I just wanna admire you,” he says as he pulls your ankle to his shoulder and kisses your shin. You smile as you let yourself spread out more for him as he starts kissing up your legs slowly and sinfully.

Your breathing hitches as he gets closer to your center, you're already antsy when he stops in your inner thigh, kissing both of them, licking them, and sucking small love bites onto them.

You massage your breasts as you lean your head down to get a better look at him.

“You’re glistening,” he mutters against your thigh, kissing right next to your aching pussy. You can help but moan out in want and anticipation. Your hips are getting a mind of their own as you try to hitch them towards his mouth and his eyes move towards yours.

“So inpatient,” he says as his cold fingers are suddenly touching your wet lips, pulling them open, and he spreads you to his liking.

“Oh my god,” you moan out at the sensation that overcomes your entire body at Harry finally touching you.

He moves himself in between your legs, pushing your thighs down on each side, and he lets his tongue slowly lick your pussy. You clench around him, you can’t fully believe that this is happening right now, and you twist your nipples in between your fingers. You tilt your head back in a pant when Harry slips two fingers inside of you.

“Fuck,” he groans out as he curves his fingers inside of you and your pussy only tightens around them. Your breathing has picked up and you can hear how absolutely drenched you are by the sound his fingers are making as he moves them in and out of your pussy.

Harry seems to only fuel himself more with your moans and panting because you feel him start to devour you. You gasp when you feel his tongue lick you from the bottom of your folds all the way to your clit where he swivels his tongue around it and sucks it into his mouth gently. The bundle of nerves makes the pit of your belly harden in pleasure, your back curving upwards, and your hands move into his curls to hold onto something. Anything.

You moan out his name when his fingers start thrusting inside of you, in and out. In and out. And then he picks up his pace, slightly, but making a big difference in how it fuels your impending orgasm.

His fingers continue to fuck you, his mouth devouring you, and his tongue is torturing you. In every possible way. You know this is going to be the best sex of your life. You know you’ll never be able to move on from this. You hope Harry will feel the same way, too.

His mouth moves skillfully against your pussy, his tongue flicking your clit in all the best ways, and you can feel the pressure slowly building up in your lower stomach.

Harry sucks onto your clit, making your legs start to shake slightly, and he inserts a third finger into you. You cry out in pleasure, your body feeling like it’s on fire, your skin is glistening with sweat, and you start to move your hips to match the pace of his mouth.

He doesn’t stop his movements. He only keeps going. His fingers fucking you like heaven, his moans sending shockwaves through your body, and then.. he moves his tongue into the right spot on your clit which makes you absolutely explode from underneath him.

You yell out his name, so loud that if you actually had neighbors on this floor, you’d be scared they’d come banging on your door for being so damn loud, and your eyes prick with tears from the amazing orgasm that overtakes you.

Your toes curl into the couch, fingers gripping onto his curls, entire body clenching and then releasing as you feel yourself soaking Harry's mouth and fingers, and he’s lapping up every single drop of your release. Moaning as you can see his thighs grinding into the couch.

You don’t even let your body come down from the high when you’re hastily moving from being underneath Harry to being on top of him, straddling him, and kissing him hard. Sucking his lips into yours and moaning when you can taste yourself on his tongue.

You kiss him for a couple seconds before you move down his stomach, licking his butterfly tattoo, sucking a couple love bites on his abs, and letting yourself make eye contact with him the entire time.

His pupils are blown out, lips plump and swollen, cheeks flushed bright pink, and he looks fucked.

“Fuck,” he pants out, his voice raspy and blissed out. And he can’t even react before you’re taking in his aching dick into your mouth. Fully deep-throating him that the tip is curving into the back of your throat. Your eyes water as you keep eye contact with him, your hands holding yourself steady against his fern tattoos, and his hands grip into your loose hair.

“Holy shit! You’re fucking-I-you’re fucking taking me all the way, baby!”

You preen at his words, bobbing your head on his dick, pulling up slowly to let your tongue lap over his tip, sucking off the pre-cum into your mouth, and moaning so that he feels every vibration in your throat on his dick. You can feel his dick twitching in pleasure inside of your mouth and it only fuels you to be better. You pick up your pace, nails digging into his hips, lapping him up, and everytime you go all the way down, you let your tongue lick his balls too.

Harry suddenly pulls your face off his dick and you whimper at the disconnection. You look at him with big, blown out pupils, and a stream of saliva connecting your lips with his dick.

He groans as his hands move down to your breasts, pinching your nipples, and then he thumbs your swollen lower lip to wipe off the mess.

“‘M gonna cum if you keep suckin’ me off like that, honey.” His voice is breathless as he cups your face, pulling you up easily, and connecting your lips with his. Your wet core lands on his fat, aching dick, and you already need him inside of you.

You’re aching for him.

You kiss each other roughly, hands all over each other, and you start hitching your hips higher trying to align yourself with his dick. You can feel his dick fluttering in between your folds, wetting him up even more, and then you feel your opening align with his dick. You shift your hips a little bit more and you feel the head of his dick right where you want him.

You lower down onto his pulsating dick and he groans into your mouth. His hands immediately find your hips, holding you steady as you try to lower yourself more, only being halfway.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight right now. So fucking tight, give me a second..” He moans even louder as he allows you to lower yourself even more until your pelvis meets his own. You steady yourself on his chest, tightening your arms against your breast, and smiling wickedly at Harry’s expression which only shows pleasure.

You slowly start to move against his hips, slowly bouncing on his dick as his tight grip on your hips help you move, and you can feel how desperate he is for you. How much he’s wanted this. How much you’ve been wanting this.

He slowly starts moving his hips underneath you, quickly changing the pace from slow and sultry to fast and rough. The sound of slapping skin fills the entire penthouse, your moans mixing with his own, and your hands are touching him everywhere.

“You feel so good,” you whimper out to him as you lick the curves of his neck as he pulls you into his chest as he hitches his hips to fuck into you like this.

“You were made for me,” he whimpers back as his arms wrap around your waist.

His thrust only increases in speed in this position. His dick filling you up completely, like nobody ever has, touching every inch of your walls, and your wetness only allows him to fuck into you faster.

You feel the familiar feeling building up in your belly, you lick and suck his earlobe, “I’m so close.”

He quickly turns you over, so that your body is laying on the couch now, his dick never exiting you, and now he hitches your legs to wrap around his waist. He presses down against our belly and it only fuels your climax.

“Oh my fuckin’—” you cry out as you feel Harry fucking you hard and him pushing against your cervix seems to increase the sensations.

“Feel me up here, huh?” He groans out as he continues to push into you at a rough speed which you can only nod, feeling absolutely fucked, and he moves his free hand to your clit. Moving his thumb in circles roughly against it which triggers your orgasm.

You clench around his dick, crying out loud, your entire body breaking out into goosebumps, and instant satisfaction floods you. You tighten your legs around Harry, pulling him into you, waiting for him to cum too, and he’s looking like a fucking god above you.

His curls falling around his face, sweat glistening his toned body and his forehead, fucked out, bright flushed pink cheeks, and you don’t know what comes over you…

You reach forward as he fucks you and you place your hand aound his neck, holding the sides, avoiding the center, and his eyes go wide.

His eyes instantly meet yours and his lips part in shock. And you keep moving your body against his, letting him use you completely, and then.. you squeeze around his neck.

His eyes roll back into his head, biting his bottom lip, fucking you rough and hard, and you know he’s about to cum. You squeeze his throat harder and your free hand reaches underneath his neck to tug his curls.

He lets out the loudest, gut-wrenching moan of the night, and his thrusts start turning animalistic, when he yells out, “Fuckkk!!”

He continues to thrust into you as he reaches his peak, filling you up completely, and you both are a panting mess as you both start coming down from your orgasms.

Harry flops onto your chest, but holding himself up with his forearms on your sides. You giggle as you can still feel his dick inside of you, but you wrap your arms around his neck.

He lifts his head, panting, and eyes glistening. He smiles at you, bunny teeth showing, and dimples carving his cheeks.

“That was…” he stops as if he can’t even find the words, but who are you kidding? You can’t either.

“It was,” you agree as you kiss his forehead.

“That was very much long overdue,” he states with a teasing grin and you playfully pinch his forearm. He laughs into your neck before giving you a soft kiss.

“How long are you here for?” You ask, not really wanting to ask, but you know you should.

“I’m here as long as you are.”

You furr your eyebrows in confusion, lips parting with a question, and he shushes you.

“I’m not letting you leave my sight ever again.”

He places a million kisses over your face, you swat him away with giggles, and then hold his face in your hands. Eyes locking.

“Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?” You tease.

“Shit, I’d marry you tomorrow if you’d let me.”

Your eyes glint with amusement and so do his.

“Who says I wouldn’t?” You whisper at him, playing with his curls in your fingers. And he attacks you with another million kisses.

You could get used to this.

And you think you just might.

“So, where’s that secret birthmark of yours?”

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show-your-fangs · 10 months

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HOLY FUCK WAIT IDEA!!!!! WHAT ABOUT A TYPICAL CRIMINAL MINDS TROPE WHERE SOMETHING GOES SOUTH AND READER AND HOTCH ARE DATING BUT ITS STILL FRESH BUT SOMEHOW ONE OF THEM GETS IN TROUBLE AND WHEN IT ALL ENDS THEY HAVE ANGRY SEX BC HOW COULD THEY RISK THEIR LIFE LIKE THAT AND THEN THEY CONFESS THEIR LOVE

anon you are a fucking GOD

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU f!Reader

Words: 868

CW: 18+, nsfw, mdni, rough smut.

Tags/warnings: established relationship, mean!hotch, tiniest bit of exhibitionism, sir kink, rough unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it or at least make sure you talk it over with your partner and get tested!), love confession.

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You were bent over the hood of the SUV, your arms pulled behind your back, your skirt hiked over your ass and your panties tossed to the side as Aaron fucked you from behind. The dark country road he’d driven the two of you on your way out of the hospital deserted, even from wildlife.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” your screams filled the night air, pleasure and pain blurring together as he continued to pound into you. He didn’t care, he couldn’t care about how bad you were feeling, about how he should’ve probably not been this rough with you. But the doctor had said you didn’t have a concussion, so he’d allowed himself the leniency to be brutal. “It hurts, Aaron, please!”

But he didn’t stop. As much as you were protesting, as much as you claimed you weren’t enjoying the sadistic pace he’d set, he knew deep in his heart that you loved it. You loved it when he showed you who was in charge, who you belonged to, and he also knew that you would take this punishment for your carelessness without question.

“Being sorry is the least you can do,” he spat, words mean and heavy. “You were stupid,” he landed a powerful smack against your ass and you whimpered. “Refused to follow orders,” another blow, the sting only adding to the lightheadedness. “And almost got yourself killed!” he slapped your ass twice to emphasize his words, the weight of them, how your actions had made him feel.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision, stinging your eyes. “I didn’t– I didn’t mean for that to happen I was just trying to help.”

Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever anger fueled trance he was in. He finally took you in, your shivering body, your heavy breathing, the sobs you were desperately trying to conceal.

He gently let go of your hands, giving you a moment to shake out your arms to relieve the pressure. He then stepped further into you, connecting your bodies as far as he could go before he leaned his chest over your back, pressing into you, enveloping you in his warmth.

You whimpered against him, slowly but surely calming down as he ran soothing hands over your body.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck. He was everywhere, you felt him everywhere, the pressure he was putting on you grounding. “I was just so scared, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You nodded, your face turning over the cool metal of the hood to face him. “’S okay,” you managed. “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“I always worry, baby,” he confessed. “Every time you’re out in the field and I’m not there with you…it kills me.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I worry too, Aaron,” he kissed your cheek before pressing his own tightly against your temple. “I know you’re this…this confident and strong person but I still worry something might happen and you won’t come home to me.”

The thought alone terrified him. He’d been so consumed by his own fear, his own feelings that he hadn’t stopped to think about how you could possibly feel the same way about him. His heart ached, his cock twitched inside of you and you clenched around him.

“I’ll always come home to you, baby,” he said, gently rocking his hips into you, slow and soft thrusts to show you exactly how he was feeling. “You know why?”

You shook your head, your brain slowly disconnecting from your body as he resumed his previous movements. Only this time they were precise, calculated, meant to pleasure solely. His hand snaked into the front of your panties and his fingers began to lazily rub circles over your clit.

“Because I love you, and there is no way I’m ever going to let anything keep me from coming back to you,” he confessed and all you could do was moan in response. Your sounds egged him on, made him pick up his pace just a little bit. “Tell me you love me,” he commanded, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

You squealed, the sensation uncomfortable and painful once more.

“I love you, Aaron,” you slurred, anything to make it stop. He pulled back then, chest overflowing with warmth, heart beating faster than ever before. He rammed back into you, his thrusts moving in tandem with his fingers.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whined, your brain too far gone to think of anything else to say.

Your walls constricted around him, your body tensed and he knew you were close. “Cum for me, come on, show me how much you love me.”

You came undone in seconds, powerful waves of pleasure washing through you and against him. He managed a few more thrusts before he sank himself in you, painting your walls with his spend.

He held onto you tightly, like his life depended on it, gently caressing your body as you both came down from your highs. “I love you so much, baby.”

I need a fucking cigarette dude.

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late night confessions Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: confessions!!! the L word!!! AHHH!!! a bit of julie slander ahbha! reposted cause tags weren’t and still aren’t working, on the one I was most excited for :’)

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #5 :)

The phone ringing late at night allows opportunity to come knocking.

“Hello?”

Who was it calling him at this time of night? Isn’t everyone usually asleep by now? Was something wrong?

“Hi,”

Your voice emitted softly through Wally’s phone.

… Oh?

“... Are you alright?” Wally quizzed, holding his handset between his shoulder and ear. He picked up the base of it, twisting his torso to get a glimpse at the clock. “It’s late,” he mumbled, grasping the phone back in his hand.

“I’m sorry,”

“I don’t mind in the slightest,” he soothed your worries. You went quiet, but Wally gave you the time. He didn’t mind waiting for you. A few moments later, you spoke again.

“... I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted.

“Ha ha, I think I know how that feels,” Wally jested, earning a giggle from you. The corners of his lips subconsciously tugged upwards a little more at the pleasant sound.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be one to speak, huh? That was insensitive,” you chuckled, apologizing.

“I don’t mind, I’m quite used to it.” He reassured, “What keeps you up though, neighbour?”

Silence fell, until there was a bit of shuffling from your side of the line.

“I’m not entirely sure,” you sighed, seeming distressed. “I just… maybe my brain is being too loud, tonight.”

“Is there something on your mind you’d like to speak about?” Wally took a seat on his arm chair, left leg crossing over top of the right. The phone base rested on his knee, now, his free hand toying with the line.

“I…” your voice trailed off, “I’m not sure, honestly,” you grumbled. “I think…”

“I think I just wanted to hear your voice,”

Wally gaped, eyes widening.

His voice?

He was flattered to hear that. Especially coming from you.

“Wally?”

You chuckled softly, “sorry, that was probably a strange thing to say, wasn’t it?”

“Not at all,” he spoke quickly. “I’m honoured to hear you say that, neighbour,”

“Okay,” you murmured.

It went quiet again. Wally picked at a loose thread on the arm of the chair, trying to figure out what to say next.

“Would you mind…”

He paused his movements. Seems you beat him to it. He waited patiently for you to finish your sentence.

“Would you mind, just… talking?” You requested shyly.

His smile grew a little wider. You’d called him, just to hear his voice? His belly twisted with glee.

“Hmm…”

Wally thought for a minute, wracking his brain for anything interesting. “Would you like me to talk about anything in particular?”

“Anything,”

“Anything…” Wally repeated, humming. His thoughts drifted back to what Eddie and Frank had told him the other day…

“Simply and utterly, I’ve run out of ways for you to drop hints,” Frank admitted, rubbing his temples.

“Me too, if I’m being honest,” Eddie chuckled, “I think you’re just at the point where you need to say it, in the way that is the most natural and the most… you,”

“‘The most me’?” Wally reiterated, “how so?”

“Hmm… give them a call, perhaps?” Frank pitched, “That’s very you,”

“Yeah, it’s like how my staple is letters, yours is sorta calls,” Eddie agreed.

“No interruptions this time, too, that’s a guarantee” Frank uttered with a huff, reflecting back on their last plan. Darn Julie…

“Give them a call…” Wally hummed in thought, twiddling his thumbs. “I suppose that could work,”

“But,” Frank raised a finger, “you cannot simply call them and say it out flat. Timing is important!”

“Oh. How will I know when the right time is?”

Frank faltered. “Huh. How do you know when the right time is?” He turned to Eddie.

“Err… I don’t know? I mean, you just feel it, I guess,” he shrugged, hands raised defensively. “That's all I can think of. It just came to me, personally. I just… knew,”

Wally pursed his lips in thought.

Was this that time?

Nerves tangled inside of him like the phone cord around his fingers.

It felt like it…

He sucked in a deep breath, slowly releasing to calm himself down.

“Can I… confess, something to you, neighbour?”

“Of course you can, Wally. I’m always here if you need me,”

“... Do you promise?” He murmured softly.

“Cross my heart, always and forever…” you recalled words he’d once said to you. He found his smile twitching upwards a little more, cheeks warming.

“Well,” Wally stood up out his chair, slowly walking to the window. “I have… a secret. One that I’ve been keeping from you, that’s about you. One that I've found to cause me some distress,” he admitted.

“I hope I haven’t done anything wrong,” you fret, your concern clear in your voice.

“No, no, you’ve done nothing wrong at all,” Wally clarified, smiling to himself. Of course that’s where your head went.

“Thank goodness, I was terrified,” you chuckled with relief.

Wally hesitated. How was he meant to do this?

“Sorry, neighbour,” he apologized, realizing he had not said anything for a while. “I’m struggling to find the right words to say it to you,” he sighed.

“Take your time, Wally.” you comforted, “There’s no rush. I’ll be ready when you are,”

Wally sucked in another deep breath. This was why, he realized, why he felt the way he did about you. Your consideration, your empathy, your patience… everything.

Slowly, he exhaled, letting his eyes fall shut as his body relaxed.

“Your eyes…” He murmured. By instinct, the image of you popped up in his head.

“They rob the words off of my tongue,”

He heard the hitch of your breath.

“My heart,” He continued, “it sings with euphoria every second you are near,” he pushed out a light, shaky chuckle. “Ha ha… we may as well call it yours, with how full of you it is,”

His eyes drifted to the wall, examining one of his favourite art pieces in his possession.

“It’s no secret how I enjoy indulging in art quite frequently, and yet, you manage to be the most extravagant masterpiece I’ve come across,” he murmured, voice holding nothing but sincerity, among something else.

“You’re unfathomably endearing. I crave more of you every time we part… that night we spent time together under the stars?” He stared out the window, into the night, reminiscing back a few weeks to a time he had nearly confessed, only for it to have been ruined by Julie interrupting them.

“There were so many things I wanted to say to you then. I wanted to tell you that if you asked me to, I’d figure out a way to give you the moon. That, despite the sky full of them above us, you shine brighter than any star up there in my eyes,”

“And here I am, after all this time, still dancing around the point that I’m trying to get across, ha ha,” Wally’s eyes wandered to his desk, gazing among the disregarded letters laid upon it. Spit it out already, he thought. He’d taken long enough already.

“The truth is, my darling,” he murmured, soft and sweet, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’m in lo–”

Click!

His heart skipped a beat, eyes shooting back open.

…

The line went dead.

…

“Oh.”

His heart plunged into his stomach. His legs refused to move.

His arm slowly dropped to his side, fingers still tangled in the coiled cord.

…

He’d been rejected, hadn’t he?

…

What now?

Well, he hadn’t exactly thought this far ahead.

When he had, it wasn’t with an ending like this.

What did he miss?

Despite Eddie and Frank’s assurance that you were returning signs of attraction towards him, he always had a twinge of insecurity in his mind. Maybe he should’ve paid more mind to it.

Had he been too forward? Moved too fast?

It hurt.

His chest felt tight. His free hand raised, clutching onto the front of his shirt.

It hurt badly.

His body was tingly, and his eyes were beginning to sting. He brushed his fingers against his cheek, meeting with the wetness on them.

“Oh...” He repeated, voice breaking as he slid his back down the wall as his legs gave, sinking to the ground.

So you hadn't felt the same, after all.

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zhongrin · 4 months

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𒆙 the god of commerce

part 3/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

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𝑜mbré dark brown fading to gold was rex lapis’ most favored hair color, and most shop owners would use this fact on top of their god’s bright amber eyes to describe him on his ‘past visitations’, in an effort to try and pull customers into their establishments. having the god of commerce’s approval was a most effective marketing strategy, after all; who would doubt their beloved deity’s judgment when he was the one who had the idea to build a city by the harbor which was steadily getting more and more prosperous with each lunar moon that passed?

and for such a small restaurant owner such as yourself, the decision to put a little slogan next to your shop’s humble sign - claiming how rex lapis couldn’t get enough of your signature dish - was a no-brainer move. it brought in curious customers, and your little shop was located in a not-so-strategic location anyway, so what were the chances of an incognito rex lapis stumbling upon your slightly skewed business ethics, right?

riiiight.

you felt a lump of nervousness in your throat as this particular customer stared down at you with his amber eyes with gold and the slightest red lining his pupils — you sure hoped that was a natural color and not indicative of his anger.

“so you’re the shop’s owner?”

“yessir. i mean god. i mean. um.”

how do you politely address a god to their face? you had no idea. you weren’t educated enough to know and you never thought you had any reason to need to know.

thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind your lack of reverence. instead, his lips seemed to curl upwards.

huh. maybe he didn’t notice my little lie and was just here for a good meal?

“and you started this business, yes? your shop’s name does not ring any bells.”

“well… yeah, uh… my dad was a peddler and mum was a greengrocer, so. yep.”

“ah, i see, i see,” his voice was deep and calming, and you were about to gesture towards the wooden menu to allow him to choose a dish when his next words made you feel like you’d been hit with a petrifying spell — just like the ones the storytellers on the streets would narrate, “then pray tell, do remind me at which point after your establishment’s founding, have i ever said that i was… in your own words - ‘infatuated’, by your so-called signature dish? you see, if my memory serves, it has yet graced my tastebuds.”

fuck.

“ahaha… w-well…… you see…… about that…….,” you coughed and averted your eyes guiltily, trying to rack your brain on how to escape the divine punishment you were sure about to receive, and the effort came out in a jumble of words, “…. look, mister- uh- god. i gotta be able to feed myself somehow and i didn’t think it would hurt anyone but okay fine sorry i was so so wrong but if i let you dine for free will you consider not flattening me and my poor shop with your stone pillars? please? oh great archon?”

rex lapis’s fingers snapped open his folding fan, and for a moment you swore you saw a flash of a smile before the intricately drawn paper covered the lower half of his face. you also swore you saw mirth dancing beneath the elegant lines of his raised eyebrows and the way the corners of his eyes formed a gentle crinkle. this observation, though it might have been the works of your distressed imagination, made you dust your deflated courage off the ground.

“h-how about this,” you proposed, gesturing towards the kitchen, “give me a chance to make the slogan a reality. i promise you i’ll serve one of the best dishes you’ve ever eaten!”

“…. very well,” the immortal chuckled, “your determination and resilience is admirable. a chance is something i am willing to give.”

oh, blessed be rex lapis.

a few minutes of mental breakdown in the kitchen and a series of anxiety-filled food preparations later, you returned to his table with a tray full of side dishes and the main course, steaming hot and still bubbling inside the heated clay pot. you had no money to serve him his favored osmanthus wine, but you do have freshly dried osmanthus flowers, so as he observed the feast, you poured him a fresh brew and placed it right beside the little ornamental vase housing a single yellow hibiscus. you would have silently prayed to your god in the hope that the food was to your guest’s taste, but seeing as how the very same holy being was also the source of your anxiety, it seemed akin to washing coal.

the god of wealth gently picked up the wooden spoon and dipped it into the hot broth, before his lips closed around the utensil.

…..

a thoughtful hum rose from the back of his throat.

you half expected him to turn up his nose in disgust, but you were surprised to see how he repeated the action, as if trying to savor the taste with utmost diligence. it was only when he had properly sampled each of the ingredients inside the soup, he finally lifted his gaze to meet your gaze across the table.

“what a complex, rich flavor,” was his comment, “what is your secret?”

flabbergasted, you nearly spilled your entire cooking process and the detailed recipe like a sinner confessing their transgressions in order to beg for forgiveness - but you managed to refrain yourself at the last second. you did, however, let the rush of dopamine take over the forefront of your mind.

a proud smile not unlike a freshly bloomed glaze lily lit up your expression, “sorry, but i’m not selling my trade secrets! not even to rex lapis himself, hehe! uh- well, maybe if i die with no children or if i don’t have anyone who wants to continue the business, i might tell you- but! for now, it’s a secret!”

“ah, the farseeing mind of a businessman,” he nodded, “fair enough. i suppose it means i have to frequent your shop if i ever crave such delicacy.”

“ha! told you you’d get addicted!” you grinned cheekily, watching him elegantly continue to enjoy the cuisine, “… should i pack one up for you to take back home- palace- uh, wherever your godly abode is? as a birthday present?”

morax felt his temporary mortal vessel heat up, warmer than the indulgent food within his stomach, warmer than the sunny radiance of your smile.

“you need not try so hard, i never had the intention of ‘flattening’ you and your shop for a fairly harmless attempt at dishonest advertising. however, i must implore you to not take such risks moving forward.”

“…. alright, alright, sorry……,” you scratched your cheek sheepishly, “but i’m glad the great rex lapis actually liked my cooking! if you ever decide to stop by again, i’ll feed you other things,” you flashed him a cheerful grin, and unbeknownst to you, the geo archon felt his chest quake.

quickly shaking himself out of his stupor, your patron nodded in approval.

he did eventually learn the secret recipe of your infamous slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup. the handwritten recipe card was tucked neatly within the letter your apprentice-turned-next-owner had given him after your passing. inside it, you had penned down both an abstract yet also tangible step-by-step instructions; quality and care, time and patience, meticulousness and attentiveness.…

yet none of your successors, not even the ones who turned it into a pavillion and the leading beacon of one of the distinct cooking styles that represented liyue, could recreate the same taste of the very dish you cooked for him that day.

…. ah. but of course.

it was only natural, seeing as how he could not see your smile across the table as he ate anymore.

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cb97breathing · 10 months

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BAD GIRL

Pairing: Afab! Reader x Mafia! Chan

Theme: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Ageless Blogs & Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.4K

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You weren’t expecting to see him so soon. He was usually gone for longer when he had to go deal with business. Your boyfriend had many enemies because he was the biggest leader in the mafia. So he was gone a lot. But this time he needed to see you, you had grown on him and while he was gone all he thought of was you. So he showed up early. He stared at you as he wore his usual suit that made you go weak in the knees.

"Baby girl." He said sternly as he stared at you with a raised brow. He leaned against the door frame, unpleased to find you in bed legs spread wide with your hand between your legs. "You disobeyed me." He growled softly. You whimpered and bit your lip. "What did I tell you to do?" He stated calmly.

"You said not to cum until you came home." You whimpered out. "I h-haven't though I-" He pressed his fingers to your lips as he sat beside you.

"You were planning to, now get on my lap, ass up in the air." He growled out. You didn't hesitate, not wanting to anger him further. You laid across his lap and lifted your ass up. "You're going to count to ten." He whispered as his hand brushed against your bare ass. You gasped out as you felt the first harsh sting of his hand.

"One." You breathed out. He slapped you again and again. Each time you counted, each time the slap got harder. By the final slap you had tears pouring down your cheeks as you shook from the harsh sting. "Ten." You cried softly.

"Good girl." He whispered as he rubbed the red swollen flesh of your cheeks. "Don't ever disobey me again. Next time, it won't be just a spanking." You nodded and he pulled you in to kiss you deeply. "Now make it up to me and suck Daddy's cock beautiful." You moved off him and got down on your knees beside the bed, Chan followed and sat on the edge. You settled between his legs and unbuckled his belt eagerly. Chan lifted his hips to help you rid him of his pants and boxers and you gently pressed your lips to his hardening length. He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes. You licked to his length from bottom to tip and took him into your mouth.

"Fuck baby girl." He whispered as he tangled his fingers in your hair. You bobbed your head eagerly and sucked at him, desperate to please him. His moans and rocking of his hips only driving you to continue. You took him deep in your throat and he gripped your head. "Stay still beautiful." He whimpered as he began to thrust into your mouth. You choked on him, feeling him hit deep every thrust. Tears flew down your cheeks from the feeling as he moaned loudly. He watched you as he fucked your mouth and it made his chock throb. "I'm gonna cum baby, swallow it all." You whimpered in reply as he cried out loudly and spilled into your mouth. You sucked and swallowed all his seed and panted softly as he pulled out of your mouth. He caressed your cheek and brushed your tears away. "You did so well baby girl." Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his touch.

"I'm sorry for disobeying you, I just.. I missed you so much. You had been gone for almost month dealing with that other group." You whimpered. "I love you so much Chan, I'm sor--" He pulled you into his lap and kissed you deeply. You melted into the kiss and gripped at his suit vest as he nipped at your lips.

"Say that again." He whispered as he brushed his lips against yours. You blushed deeply realizing what you had just said. You had never said it out loud before, scared of rejection.

"I love you." You breathed out. He kissed you again and laid you down on the bed. He ripped off the rest of his clothes and laid flush against you as he caressed your cheek.

"Again." He pleaded.

"I love yo--." You gasped as you felt him push into you, you were thankful you were already wet as you arched into him. He nuzzled his face in your neck and held you tightly as he rocked into you. "Oh god Channie." You whimpered softly.

"Mine, your mine." He panted softly as he thrusted roughly into you. You shuddered moaned loudly. He nipped at sucked at your neck, marking you so everyone could see. "I love you y/n." You felt tears flow down your cheeks again, hearing him say those words made your heart swell. "I love you my baby girl. I always have."

"Show me, show me how much you love me." You begged. He kissed you deeply and slammed into you, his hand slipped between the both of you and he began to rub your clit. You cried out loudly and shook beneath him. "Fuck Daddy don't stop!" You sobbed loudly into his plump lips.

“Be a good girl and cum for me.” He moaned out. “Come on Daddy’s cock.” He stayed still inside you but rubbed your clit wildly making you scream out and writhe. “That’s it love.” He groaned out as he felt you clench around him. Your eyes rolled back and your legs shook violently, you cried out his name loudly as you came around him. Overwhelming waves of pleasure spread through your core. He didn’t stop rubbing your clit and started to pound into you again. You couldn’t form words all you could do was whine and sob from the continuous overwhelming sensation.

“Daddy I— Fuck!” You mewled loudly. He groaned loudly as he pounded wildly into you. The bed rocked due to the force of his thrusts. You were sure he would break it. You were dazed, overwhelmed and cock drunk. They look on your face made Chan’s cock throb.

“Come on love. I know you’ve got one more in you. Cum with me. Milk my seed out while I fill you.” He growled. Your body reacted to his words and you cried out loudly. You clench around him and he moaned loudly. You shook as you felt his hot load spill into you, he moaned your name over and over again as you both rode out your orgasms. You were limp in his arms and whimpered as you both laid there still connected and entangled in each other. He pressed his lips to your forehead and caressed your cheek.

“You did so well baby girl.” He breathed out. “So fucking well.” You whimpered in response. Too tired and fucked out to respond. You laid there for the rest of the night as Chan held you tight, kissing you and whispering words of love and praise. If anyone else could have seen how he was in that moment, they’d never believe that he was mafia.

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kwanisms · 11 months

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The Library of Illusion — Lord of the Castle on the Hill

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➮ feudal lord!San × fem!Reader wc: 7.2k summary: Stumbling into the history section, Y/N soon learns she has somehow infiltrated the palace of a very wealthy feudal lord but instead of having her imprisoned or executed, the lord asks her to dine with him. The very handsome lord. genres/themes/au: smut; fantasy, historical drama, feudal era, Joseon era; non idol au, historical drama au, feudal/Joseon era au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, implied alcohol consumption, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: this wasn’t easy to write. I had to restart it a couple times but finally, I found something I liked and stuck with it. A special shout out to my lovely bestie Sky☁️ cause I know you'll read this. Enjoy your San smut cause Jongho is coming ;) thank you all so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: waterplay (fooling around in a hot spring. do not do this lol), fingering (f receiving), edging/orgasm control, oral (f receiving), face riding (m receiving), nipple play (f receiving), light impact play (spanking, pussy slapping), marking (f receiving, m receiving), possessive!San, very light knife play (San uses a knife to cut open the front of Y/N's dress), use of pet names (baby, kitten, kitty, sweetheart), lace kink (if you squint), unprotected sex (wrap it up), cumplay (San cums on her ass and pussy and pushes some into her), and I think I got all of it. If I missed anything, please let me know!

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“I trust you were successful?”

You walked over to the desk, climbing the few steps to drop the second key on the desk before Seonghwa who looked down at the metal before looking back up with a smile. “Perfect,” he said, moving to scoop up the key and place it back inside the box before looking back up at you.

“Where to next?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. You narrowed your eyes down at him. “That’s it?” You asked, anger flowing through your veins. After what you’ve been through? That’s all he had to say?

Seonghwa stared innocently up at you.

“I’m sorry?” he asked as you walked around the desk, reaching forward to grab the front of his shirt. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through!?” You screamed, fist shaking as Seonghwa stared up at you with wide eyes.

“Aliens and spiders and massive spider creatures! Do you know what I’ve had to do to get these keys?! And you have the audacity to act like I’m just walking in there and grabbing the key before coming back!”

Seonghwa let out a sigh but you weren’t finished yet. Not by a long shot.

“I watched a man get ripped in half! I thought he was dead!”

You gestured down at your appearance. “I still have his blood all over me!”

“I’m the one out there in the field while you sit here comfortably and wait for me to come back so you can offer some witty and sarcastic remark while I’m risking my fucking life?!”

You were beyond pissed but you failed to see that Seonghwa was beyond annoyed.

In a flash, he stood up, grabbing your wrist and twisting your arm before pushing you over onto the desk, pinning you down.

“Do not test my patience, mortal,” he hissed, the heat from his breath fanning over the back of your neck. “I’m entirely aware of everything you’re doing out there. I see everything that happens in this library,” he continued in a low, gravelly voice.

“Never forget that.”

He let go of your arm, allowing you to stand up and turn to face him. You rubbed your wrist, glaring at him as your chest heaved. Seonghwa stared back just as angrily. “Now,” he said in a much calmer tone, moving to stand in front of the desk and turn to look at you.

“Where to next?”

You looked away, blinking back tears as you looked at the doors before settling on one. “That one,” you said, pointing to a door with a sign above it that read History.

Seonghwa nodded wordlessly and walked over to the door, waiting for you to join him. When you finally did, he unlocked the door and opened it. “Your life is less likely to be in danger here,” he explained as he held the door open. “Of course, it’s never safe,” he added. “You’ll never be safe in the Library.”

You walked past him into the dark hallway. “But at least there won’t be aliens or giant spider creatures,” he added as you glanced back at him. “Tread carefully,” he continued. “This may not be the science fiction or horror sections, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be any easier. Man is sometimes the most dangerous beast you’ll face.”

With that, Seonghwa shut the door with a soft click and you were left to your own devices. You turned and started down the corridor, just as before, the shelves lined your path, books and stacks of paper filling each shelf.

As you walked, the corridor seemed to grow darker and darker and as you stepped forward the books and shelves were gone in the blink of an eye and instead you were standing in a long hallway lined with rice paper walls.

Looking around, you saw lanterns providing light outside the walls and you surmised it was night time wherever you had been transported. Continuing on, your boots echoed against the wooden floor. Not a soul in sight as you went on.

You finally reached the end of the hall and slid open the door. Beyond was a vast courtyard complete with a rock garden, manicured bushes, trees, and even a beautiful pond with a small gazebo.

You walked down the stone steps and looked around. You were inside some sort of castle complex. A palace it seemed. As you continued on, you looked around, noticing how the only light came from lanterns and the moon. Not even the stars were visible which you found strange.

‘Where am I? Why aren’t there any stars?’

“You there!” A voice called, causing you to jump and turn around.

A man stood behind you, dressed in armor. ‘A guard?’

“Who are you?” The man asked. “How did you get in here?”

You found yourself unable to speak, too stunned.

Backing away slowly, the man seemed to think you were about to bolt. “Halt!”

Following your gut, you took off in the opposite direction.

‘Curse that damn Seonghwa.’

You darted through the garden, dodging plants and rocks as you went. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw your pursuer was joined by another guard.

You jumped over a low stone wall and turned the corner only to run into another guard who was quick to grab you. The other two caught up as the one pinned your arms behind your back and your wrists were quickly bound.

“Bring her to the Lord!”

You were hoisted up to your feet and pushed along as two guards led the way while the third, the one that caught you, brought up the rear.

The walk across the complex was short and the maze of corridors long until the doors were opened and you were pushed into a room full of men. All the men were wearing robes of varying colors as they looked up from papers and towards the door as you were shown in.

“What’s this?” one of the men, an older gentleman with a pointed gray beard asked, looking from the guards to you and back. “Found her near the garden,” the first guard said. “She tried to run but we caught her.”

Another man looked up from his papers, thick brows furrowing in anger. “A spy!” he roared. You shook your head. “I’m not a spy!” you shouted only for a heavy blow to hit your stomach, causing you to double over in pain. “Silence!”

“You know what we do to spies,” the gray bearded man sneered.

“Execution!” another man shouted to murmurs of excitement.

You looked up, eyes wide with fear. ‘Seriously? Safer? Fuck you, Seonghwa!’

“Yes, execution!” an older man with white hair and facial hair cried. As the shouts for your execution grew, another voice rang out.

“SILENCE!”

You glanced up to the front of the room, sitting atop a platform with steps leading up was a much younger man than the others in the room. He had shorter black hair and wore dark blue silks. He had cat-like eyes as he peered around the room.

“But sire,” another man said. The man atop the platform turned his eyes upon the man, glaring at him. “Hold your tongue or I’ll have it cut out,” the man said, his underling shying away instantly.

Your stomach churned as the young man turned his attention upon you.

“Bring her here,” he instructed, his voice no longer loud but still just as commanding. One of the guards grabbed your bound wrists and pulled you up, a sharp pain shooting through your arm. You hissed in pain.

“I said ‘bring her,’” the young man ordered. “Not ‘break her arm.’”

The guard apologized and helped you to your feet, escorting you to the base of the platform. “Unbind her,” he said. The guards exchanged looks before one carefully undid the ropes binding your wrists.

Your eyes wandered, landing on something that glistened in the light of the lanterns. It was the same old metal you’d seen in the other sections. The same old metal Seonghwa held in his pocket.

‘The key.’

It hung on a hook next to the young man. Clearly it was something he held in high regard and protected. ‘He must be the Guardian!’

You blinked, realizing he was speaking to you.

“Come here,” the younger man said to you, his tone much softer now.

“Sire, I must protest!” one of the older men said. “She could be an assassin!”

The younger man narrowed his eyes on the speaker. “I seriously doubt that. What kind of assassin gets caught this easily?”

He turned his gaze back to you, expression softening instantly.

“Come here,” he said again, beckoning you forward.

Slowly, you ascended the steps, stopping on the second or third, bringing you eye level with the man. “Will you tell me the truth?” he asked to which you nodded wordlessly. “Are you a spy?” he asked. You shook your head. “If I was, I wouldn’t be a very good one, would I?” you answered to his amusement.

“And you aren’t an assassin?” he asked, tilting his head. You shook yours again. “No,” you replied. “I can’t even kill a spider.”

The man smiled, holding out at hand for you to take. You took it without hesitation and allowed him to pull you up onto the platform and guide you to take a seat. “You might want to rethink that,” he said softly, drawing your attention. “Most of these men are no different than spiders or snakes.”

His lips drew into a smirk, prompting you to return the smile.

“Sire, this is most unusual,” one of the men said. The man beside you dropped his smile and turned his head to look at the speaker. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” he said, the same annoyed tone back in his voice.

Clearly he didn’t like these men if the way he spoke to them compared to you was anything to go by. “It is late, leave us,” the man said before turning to one of the guards. “You stay.”

The room cleared as the men gathered up their papers and followed one another out of the room in a single file fashion, some murmuring and whispering as two of the three guards left the room, shutting the doors behind them.

“What is your name?” the man asked, drawing your attention.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you answered softly, looking at his smiling face. He turned to look at the only remaining guard. “Please have a room prepared for Y/N and ask the attendants to draw a bath for her,” he instructed. The guard nodded and exited the room through a side door as the man turned back to you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said with a genuine smile.

“I’m San and this is my castle.”

“Your c-castle?” you stammered. San’s smile widened, a certain fondness in his eyes. “Yes,” he answered. “Are you some sort of emperor or something?” you asked curiously. San chuckled, shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “A lord, actually.” Your eyes widened. ‘A lord? Were you supposed to bow? Or curtesy? How did you greet a lord?’

“I didn’t know,” you simply replied. San chuckled again. “It would seem you don’t know much about where you are,” he said, tilting his head. “How did you end up in my castle without anyone seeing you enter?”

Figuring it would be better if you feigned ignorance, you shrugged. “I don’t remember,” you lied. “I woke up in a long corridor and at the end was a door and when I opened it, I was here.”

You had no way of knowing whether or not San believed you but when he didn’t press further, you considered yourself lucky.

Before San had the chance to answer, a guard returned.

“A room has been prepared in the east wing,” he said. “The attendants are drawing a bath as we speak.” San sighed and turned back to look at you. “Let me show you around.”

The tour consisted of San showing you from a distance parts of his compound. It was much larger than you previously assumed but it was very pretty, even in the dark. It was obvious there was chemistry between the two of you and the tension between you was more than palpable.

The walk to your room didn’t take long and as you reached the door, San pulled you to a stop.

“Y/N, I’d like it if you'd join me for dinner,” he said, catching you off guard. “D-dinner?” You mentally kicked yourself for stuttering like an idiot.

San nodded. “If you’d rather eat alone, I understand,” he replied. You shook your head quickly. “No! I’d like to join you,” you stammered. The smile that spread across his face made your heart leap into your throat.

“Perfect. Bathe, dress, and then you will be shown to the dining hall,” he replied before giving you a small bow, eyeing you up and down once before turning to walk down the corridor, his guard in tow.

You pulled open the door and were greeted by two smiling faces. They were the attendants San must have called for. Both were dressed in traditional dresses in pastel colors. “Come, Miss,” one of them said, beckoning you to follow.

The room you’d been shown to was a suite of some sort. It was a large rectangular room with wood decor and furniture. The bed stood on a platform, a large round window on the wall behind. “The bath is over here.”

You were led out of the room to a small private hot spring.

“Please undress and we will help bathe you,” one of the attendants said. You felt suddenly self conscious as they both moved about.

You carefully and slowly undressed, setting your clothes aside. As one of the women grabbed your clothes, you turned to her. “Please don’t throw those away,” you blurted out. “And leave the undergarments, please.”

She gave you a shocked look before complying. She left your underwear but took the other clothes, promising to have them washed and returned.

The bathing process was much different than you were used to and after you were cleaned, you were finally allowed to dip into the hot springs, sighing in relief as you did. The hot water felt amazing against your sore muscles and aching joints as you relaxed in the water. “I will come back to check on you soon,” the attendant said before drawing a curtain to offer you some privacy.

‘I could get used to this,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Except I have to find a way to get that damn key!’

You tried to force that from your mind for the time being, wanting to enjoy this as much as possible.

San walked down the hall towards the room he’d had prepared for you. It was meant to be for his wife yet San still had yet to find a wife. He knew he was young and had some time before he needed to settle so he felt the room was perfect.

Especially as it had its own private hot spring much like his own quarters.

Walking past the entrance to your private chambers, he continued down the steps and to the gardens, following a path until it branched off between some dense bamboo. San continued to walk and walk until he reached a private seating area that just so happened to overlook your private onsen.

San arrived just in time to see you already relaxing in the hot water.

He smiled to himself, watching as you closed your eyes and rested your head against the rocks. His eyes started to wander, following the curve of your neck, scanning your collar and the way your breasts dipped into the water, only the tops visible in the dark, steamy water.

Before he knew what he was doing, San started to strip, setting his clothes aside before carefully making his way into the pool, dipping below the surface with a deep breath.

You must have dozed off because you sat up abruptly, woken up by a splashing sound. Looking around, you saw the water ripple, the surface having been disturbed by something. You peered around, trying to see if you could spot what had disturbed the water but found nothing.

As you settled back against the rocky wall, you felt something brush against your leg under the water and pulled back quickly, staring wide eyed at the water. Just as you started to play it off as your imagination, something grabbed your ankle and before you could scream, a figure surfaced, another hand coming up to cover your mouth.

You were staring into the face of—

“San!” you hissed as he removed his hand, smirking at you. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled, drops of water rolling off his skin and hitting the water.

“Are you surprised?”

You glared at him before remembering you were entirely nude in the water. Bringing your hands up to cover yourself, you sputtered as you tried to save your dignity. “Y-you can’t be in here!”

He slowly drifted closer. “Why not?” he asked softly, a teasing tone to his voice as he smirked at you.

“Because! I’m bathing,” you replied. San merely shrugged.

“We can bathe together,” he replied. Your cheeks burned and not because of the hot water.

“Isn't that inappropriate?” you asked quietly.

San snickered at you. “Is sneaking into someone’s home also not inappropriate?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I did not sneak,” you retorted. “I told you I don’t remember how I got in here.”

San offered a mischievous grin. “I don’t remember how I got in here,” he replied, making you roll your eyes. “Now you’re mocking me,” you pouted. San scooted closer, pushing your knees apart and ignoring your gasp. “Not mocking,” he replied, bringing one hand up to take your chin in his hand.

“I was inspired,” he answered. You narrowed your eyes again. “Liar,” you replied. San placed a hand over his chest. “I’m offended,” he said, sounding anything but.

“Stop mocking me!” you hissed. San chuckled, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, eyes dipping to look at your lips. “Let me apologize.”

You knew what was coming but it still caught you off guard as his lips met yours. Before you had a chance to lean into it, you pushed him back. “What about the attendants?” San nuzzled your nose gently. “They won’t come in here unless I tell them to,” he murmured, taking your lips in another soft kiss.

You melted against him, hands moving up to his shoulders. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you heard him whisper. Shaking your head, you kissed him again. “Don’t stop.” San let out a groan, one of his hands ducking below the surface of the water and skimming down your chest and stomach, dipping between your thighs.

“Say it again,” he said breathlessly. “Say it.”

He pulled back to meet your gaze, pupils dilated. “Don’t stop,” you repeated, moaning as he pulled you into another kiss, his fingers finding your clit and starting to circle it slowly. You moaned against his lips, thighs squeezing around his hips as his fingers worked you up, barely slipping into your aching core.

“San,” you breathed. “Please don’t tease me.”

San chuckled against your skin, peppering kisses down your neck. “Keep begging me and I’ll consider it,” he replied. You whined, hips seeking more friction against his fingers but San pulled them away, his hand moving up to cup your breast.

“Beg for it,” he repeated. “Beg for my fingers, kitten.”

You moaned as he massaged your breasts, kneading them carefully. “Please San,” you whispered. “Louder,” San replied. “Beg for it, kitten.”

“P-please,” you stuttered. San chuckled darkly, taking your lips in a searing kiss as he sank his fingers into your cunt with a sigh. “So warm,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

You hadn’t entered the history section with the intention to fuck the guardian but then again, you hadn’t intended to fuck the other guardians either but stranger things had indeed happened.

You let out a whine against his lips. “Would you like that?” San asked as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy. “You want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my cock and fuck you?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as you felt his thumb draw circles against your clit, his fingers inside your cunt curling and coaxing you towards orgasm.

“Say it,” San whispered, watching your face contort with pleasure. “Say you want my cock inside you. Tell me you want me to fuck you and make you mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped, walls clenching around his fingers as he pressed light kisses to your cheek. “I want your cock inside me, San. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fill me up. I want you to make me yours.”

San growled, fingers moving faster as he rested his forehead against your temple. “M’gonna fuck you so good, kitten,” he murmured, curling his fingers against your walls.

Your orgasm was just within your reach, your moans growing in pitch before San pulled away, his fingers leaving your cunt aching and wanting more. “San!” you hissed as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry, kitten,” he cooed. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Without another word, San climbed out of the water, grabbing a robe and disappearing behind the curtain. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you went over what just happened in your head, only three words coming to mind.

‘Desperate. Pathetic. Whore.’

Once you were dried off and dressed, you were escorted to the room where you would be dining with San. You spent the entire walk over composing yourself and attempting to seem indifferent to the way he left you hanging.

Once shown inside, you took a seat and waited for San to arrive, surprised he wasn’t already there. The room was long and skinny with 20 places to sit. You suddenly wondered if you’d be dining with more than just San.

The quiet allowed you time to think. To plan.

Just how were you going to get the key? No doubt that room was heavily guarded so there’s no way you were going to just walk in and take it. You’d have to apply a bit more cunning to the situation.

One of the doors slid open and San entered the room, dressed in a different outfit but much like the one he’d been wearing when you first met him earlier. San moved to take his seat and looked up, noticing how far away you sat. He cleared his throat before nodding to the seat adjacent to him.

Looking around, you noticed the guard standing by the door nearest you. He wasn’t looking at you but you knew he was paying full attention. Getting up slowly, you walked down the room to your new seat and sat down.

“How do you expect us to talk when you’re sitting so far away?” San asked as the door across from you opened and several servants walked in, carrying different plates and platters.

You watched as they set them down, arranging them neatly on the table before moving and disappearing out the door they entered. The guard stepped out and shut the door, leaving just you, San, and one guard in the room.

“Please,” San said, gesturing to the food. “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You thanked him and dug in immediately, not realizing just how starving you were. While you ate, San watched you closely, eating at his own pace. You felt very self conscious, having him watch you eat like that.

"So you really cannot tell me how you got into my castle?" San asked as he lifted his cup, taking a sip of sake. You shook your head silently.

How were you supposed to explain it? You were transported from a magical library? Or that all of this land, this entire world, was in the Library? How would he not think you were crazy after that?

No, it was better you simply pretend you didn't know.

San watched you carefully as you ate in silence. You glanced up, meeting his gaze and a smile slowly spread across his face. "You can tell me, you know? I'm not going to judge you."

Your heart leapt into your throat, like you'd been caught, almost as if he'd been reading your mind, listening to your thoughts. You still said nothing as you ate and drank silently. San continued to watch you, making you feel anxious, almost as if he was working everything out in his head.

Finally, he spoke again.

"I promise you can tell me anything," he said as he leaned in, keeping his eyes trained on you. His close proximity made your skin grow warm, heat creeping up into your face as you shifted nervously in your seat.

"Even if it seems impossible or outlandish," San continued, reaching a hand out to place over yours. "You can tell me."

The moment his skin met yours, it was like a fire was ignited in your veins. A desire not unlike what you'd experienced in the other sections. A deep, carnal craving bubbled from the pit of your stomach, your thighs clenching together under the skirt of the hanbok San had graciously lent you.

Your skin erupted into a thousand bumps, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. It took every ounce of willpower not to jump the man. That would only end poorly.

Instead, you pulled your hand from his quickly and apologized and continued to eat, taking a sip of your drink.

Sensing the subject needed, changing, San provided just that.

“I do apologize about earlier,” San said, prompting you to look up, meeting his gaze. “It wasn’t very nice of me, leaving you like that,” he continued. You lifted your glass to take a sip and nearly choked as you felt his hand pushing the skirt of your dress up. “Shh,” he whispered, eyes flickering to the guard and back to you.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said softly when you glared at him. You shook your head. “Shall I keep going, then?” You nodded, biting into your bottom lip when you felt his fingers skim against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Keep quiet, baby,” he murmured, moving his hand to scoot your seat closer to him before his hand darted under your skirt again. You’d chosen to put your lace underwear back on and you were glad you did because as soon as his fingers met the material, his eyes widened, eyebrows raising as he felt around, inspecting.

“What is that?” he whispered. “Lace?” You nodded at him, resisting the urge to giggle. “Lace undergarments? I’ve never heard of such a thing before.”

Looking away from your face, San cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the only remaining guard. “Please step outside and do a perimeter check,” he ordered. The guard hesitated before nodding and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as the door shut, San stood up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up, dragging you away from your seats to the other end of the table. “Up,” he ordered, pushing the place settings out of the way, ignoring the plates and utensils that fell to the floor. You climbed up, settling on the table at the end.

San pushed your skirt up, pulling the chair up and taking a seat between your spread legs. He pushed your skirt higher, exposing your lace covered core to his gaze and instantly letting out a groan.

He peered down at them curiously. “It really is lace,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he lightly brushed his fingers over the material.

Your cheeks burned even hotter. “Y-yes,” you answered. San looked up to meet your gaze. “Lace undergarments,” he repeated. “I’ve really never heard of anything like that before.” His eyes moved back down to your lace covered core. “It sure doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” he added.

You nodded. “Lace is usually see through,” you reminded him, highly embarrassed to be explaining but also extremely turned on.

“Well,” he said softly. “These need to come off,” he added, sliding his hands up your thighs and grabbing the waistband of your panties. “May I remove them?”

You nodded much too quickly but you didn’t care at this point. You were dripping, soaking the black lace and ready to explode at any second. San luckily didn’t make a show of it and instead dragged them down as you lifted your hips.

Your cheeks burned as he held them up to inspect.

“They’re so… thin,” he said softly.

“San,” you whined, pulling your skirt up and showing him your glistening core. His eyes dipped down to look and he immediately grabbed your hips, your lace panties still in his hand. “Lay back for me, baby,” he instructed, tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

You did as he said, leaning back, propping yourself on your elbows as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table. “Don’t hold back,” he said suddenly, looking up to meet your gaze. “No one cares if they can hear you.”

Your cheeks burned as San’s head disappeared under your skirt. “This is highly inappropriate,” you said breathlessly.

San chuckled lightly, hands grabbing your hips and holding you in place as he licked his lips. “It is,” he answered, eyeing your glistening sex before looking up to meet your gaze. “But I’ve decided I really don’t care.”

Without another word, he ducked his head, licking a slow strip up your slit, the tip of his tongue meeting your clit and toying with it. You let out a low moan, head falling back as his tongue explored your core, groaning at the taste.

You whined as he pulled away, his hands moved, spreading your folds before diving back in and attacking your clit with his tongue, suckling on the sensitive nub. Your back met the mattress as you fell back, chest heaving as San continued to lick and suck on your clit, teasing you and drawing whimpers and moans from you.

“S-San,” you moaned as your head fell back. “Keep doing that,” he murmured. “I like the way you say my name.” You gasped as you felt his hand make contact with your clit, giving it a light slap. “Say my name,” he said again.

“San!” You cried out as he gave your cunt another harsh smack. “That’s it,” he murmured before ducking his head again, tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit before spreading your folds again, exposing your hole to him.

His tongue moved down to your entrance, licking into it and making you groan as he pushed further into your cunt. The wet sounds of him eating you out like a man who hadn’t had a meal in years made your cheeks burn with an intensity you weren’t used to. It felt almost as if you had a fever.

‘What is this? Why does he have such an effect on me?’

“Oh shit,” you gasped, one of your hands moving to comb through his dark locks. You felt him smirk against your cunt as he continued to tease and toyed with your clit, lewd wet sounds filling the room as he suckled on the sensitive nub.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you groaned, spreading your thighs a little more for San. You let out a squeal as you felt his teeth lightly graze the sensitive skin. San’s arms moved around your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lick and suck. The flicks against your clit continued to draw you closer and closer to orgasm, your thighs and abdomen twitching as San teased you to the edge.

Before you could cum, he stopped, pulling back much to your chagrin. “Saaan,” you whined, head falling back before looking back down between your thighs as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “Put your feet here,” he instructed, patting the arms of the chairs.

You followed his instructions, uncertain of what he was going to do. “I want you to ride my face,” he continued. “Do not stop until you’ve come.” Your cheeks burned as you nodded, watching him lower his mouth to your cunt once more, tongue instantly moving against your clit.

Your head fell back again, a moan escaping your lips as your hips started to move, using the arm rests of the chair for leverage. San kept a firm hold on your skirt, matching your movements with his head. “Shit,” you hissed, your fingers tangling in his hair again as you grinded against his tongue, mewls, whimpers and moans leaving your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned as your orgasm rapidy approached before finally crashing over you as your thighs shook, hips continuing to move and ride out your climax until you started shuddering.

San pulled back as your back hit the table top, breathing heavily.

San stood up, moving to undo his top and pulling it back. “Come here,” he growled, pulling you up and into a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, groaning into the kiss.

“San,” you moaned against his lips. “I need you.” He pulled back, moving one hand down to undo his pants, pulling at the ties. “You need me? What do you need, kitten. Tell me what you need.”

You laid back on the table, pulling the skirt up to your waist and reaching between your thighs to spread yourself. “I need your cock,” you whined. “Right here. I need it inside me.” San let out a groan, pushing the fabric of his pants down and pulling his hard cock free. You didn’t get the chance to see it from this angle as he quickly stroked himself a few times before lining the tip with your entrance.

“You need it that badly, baby?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “I need it so bad. Need you to fill me up. Bury your thick cock inside me and fuck me.” San growled as he grabbed your hip, pushing the head of his cock into your wet hole.

You let out a hiss as San sank further into you, fingers digging into the cloth of his shirt. “Fuck,” you heard him growl. “So fucking tight,” he sighed. He gave you a tentative thrust, groaning as your walls squeezed him, hugging his cock.

You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling yourself up into a sitting position, one hand moving to steady yourself on the table. San gave you another tentative thrust and he quickly set a steady pace, one hand moving down to pull your hips closer so you were almost hanging off the edge of the table.

“Ah! Right there,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit a soft gummy spot deep inside your walls. San gave you a measured, angled thrusts, chuckling when you cried out. “Right there?” he asked as you held onto his shirt tightly.

Each thrust had your ass bumping against the table, the wood creaking beneath you as San pounded into you. You let out a yelp as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side to expose your neck which he immediately sank his teeth into, making you moan as he bit and sucked on the sensitive flesh.

“Keep doing that,” you heard him whisper as your walls clenched around him. “Fuck, keep doing that, kitten.” You pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Ah, fuck, don’t stop!”

When San was satisfied that your neck was marked sufficiently, you were quick to return the favor, pulling the fabric of his coat aside and leaving bites and marks on his shoulder and part of his chest, enjoying the way he moaned and growled into your skin.

You let out a squeak as he pushed you down, your back hitting the table as he grabbed a nearby knife. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him pick up the utensil but relief flooded your senses as he used the knife to cut the middle of your dress open before tossing it aside.

With the fabric out of the way, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue flicking against the bud quickly as his hips continued to move, slamming into you with renewed vigor. “Shit, feel so good,” you groaned as his cock dragged against your walls, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein.

“You like how my cock feels, kitten?” He murmured against your chest, leaving a wet trail of kisses from one breast to the other as he took your other nipple in his mouth, tongue lapping at it as his thrusts grew more erratic.

“You gonna keep talking or you gonna fuck me properly?” you retorted.

Almost as quickly as he’d started, San pulled back, his cock slipping out of your cunt. He quickly set you down on your feet. “Turn around,” he growled, spinning you to face the table before hiking up your skirt and pushing you down onto the wood as he took his cock in his hand, lining back up with your hole and pushing back into you.

As soon as he was back inside, he resumed the same relentless pace, gathering your skirt up and pushing it up to your waist, exposing your back to him. You let out a cry as you felt his hand strike your ass once. When your walls gripped his cock, he knew he was doing something right.

“Of course,” he huffed, sounding slightly amused. He gave your ass another smack, groaning as your cunt tightened around him. “Kitten likes to be punished?” he asked, taking hold of your hips, moving faster, the sound of your skin hitting his filling the room. “Mhm,” you moaned.

“I like being punished,” you answered. San let out a breathless laugh.

“Such a naughty little kitty.”

You felt his hands spread your cheeks and then a cold wet sensation against your asshole.

“What’re you—hng!” you moaned as you felt his thumb slip into your unused hole. “San!” you gasped as he kept his thumb still, his hips still pistoning, driving his cock in and out of you.

You pushed yourself up, peering over your shoulder at him. Your orgasm was close and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer at the rate he was moving. You planted your palms, pushing back to meet his thrusts, moans and mewls leaving your lips with each pound.

San let out a deep moan, removing his thumb and grabbing your skirt with one hand while the other grabbed your shoulder, pushing your chest against the hard wood of the table.

“Be a good kitty,” San growled, hips smacking your ass with each thrust, whimpers leaving your lips with each thrust.

“And stay down for me.”

You were suddenly reminded of how Yunho had pushed you down, ordering you to stay down and your walls clenched, remembering the way his alien cock had felt inside you.

The image had you coming with a moan, your cunt convulsing around San’s cock and string of curses leaving your lips. San had a hard time helping you ride out your high. Your walls constricted around him, hugging his cock tightly as he continued to ram into you.

You gasped, breath coming out in heavy pants.

“S-San,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop, fuck don’t stop!”

You heard him chuckle, one of his hands moving up to grab the back of your neck. “If you insist.”

You let out a scream, your hand moving up to cover your mouth as San’s hips somehow moved even faster, slamming into you repeatedly. Each thrust of his hips had you screaming in ecstasy as your cunt convulsed around his cock.

“You gonna cum, kitten?” San asked, chuckling when you nodded, unable to speak.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Be a good little kitty and cum for me.”

His thrusts grew in intensity, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room, barely drowning out your muffled cries.

Your thighs shook from the intensity of your orgasm as you whimpered, trying to keep your voice down but San growled in your ear, hips ramming into yours and pulling scream after scream as you were sent hurtling towards your next orgasm.

“Let everyone hear you,” he rasped.

“Let the whole castle know who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart.”

You could feel his cock throb inside your walls as he no doubt was close as well. “Almost,” he groaned. “Almost there.” Your second orgasm hung just over your head, needing more. Without a word, your hand moved between your thighs, fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts just enough to push you over the edge and coming with another cry, walls gripping his cock like a vice.

The feeling of your cunt constricting around him sent San over the edge.

“Fuck, M’gonna cum,” he said, his voice low as he gave you a couple more thrusts before pulling out of you and finishing himself off, thick spurts of his release painting your bare ass and dripping onto your swollen pussy.

San let out a growl as he rutted his cock against your ass a couple times, holding onto the table for support. “Shit,” he cursed. “Look at this mess.”

You shivered as he ran his thumb over your sensitive core, smearing some of his cum as he slowly pushed some of it into your cunt. “I really wanted to fill your cunt,” he murmured, looking down at your abused pussy.

“But, fuck, you look so pretty like this.”

The clean up was rough and just when you thought San was going to send you back to your room, he produced the key. “I know you’re here for this,” he said, holding it out. “So take it.”

You thanked him, taking the key before pulling him into a kiss. “Your clothes should be in your room,” he added, reaching into his pocket and pulling your lace panties out. “But these,” he continued, pulling back as you tried to grab them.

He tucked them back into his pocket.

“These are staying with me,” he said. “If you want them back, you’ll have to come see me again,” he added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes and thanked him once more for the key before sneaking out of the room and taking the back corridor to your room where your clothes were cleaned and folded nicely on the bed. You changed quickly before sneaking back out and making your way through the garden.

It took you longer than you expected to find the door you’d entered from and soon you were hurrying down the dark corridor, relief flooding your body as the rice paper walls shifted into bookshelves and the door into the lobby came into view.

You grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door and looking up as you entered the lobby where Seonghwa was standing, half sitting on the edge of the desk, a pocket watch in his hand.

Upon seeing you, his eyes narrowed, the smile he’d greeted you with before no longer present as he shut the lid of the pocket watch. You walked over cautiously, eyeing him with uncertainty. “So,” he said softly, still eyeing you.

“How was your trip back in time?”

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REJECTION

YANDERE! IDOL! OC! (EVE) x IDOL! READER BLURB (ft. new ocs!)

Before we start, I’m excited to announce that I’m finally starting an HNSVerse webtoon/comic series w/ our starting story ( being the one Eve/Jisoo is featured in ) Love ♡ Multiplied ! Invasion of Your Heart this fall. Hope to see you guys during its release ehe.

If you’re new to my blog, go ahead and check the tag hns.eve for more works of him, or check out my master list.

Without further ado, here’s Eve’s first ‘solo’ fic! Enjoy!

warnings: yandere themes (obsessive love, violence, unreliable narrator). mentions of alcohol abuse/alcoholism. incel/nice guy jisoo. profanity.

status: unedited

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this particular fic is safe for minors (16+) so no mdni on this folks. feel free to enjoy.

[previous fic / prequel to this fic]

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like you that way.”

Jisoo never truly knew the power of words til he heard you after his confession.

He prepared months in advance, with a dedication that was unusual to him at the time.

He picked the perfect venue, the one convenience store you two always ate onigiri at. He picked the perfect time, sunset — to really set the mood — and a week after monthly examinations so that emotions were not running too high. He spent hours, days, maybe even weeks just agonizing over the words to choose when he finally poured his feelings out. He even prepared for times after the

Throughout his whole time as a trainee, nothing felt as bad as the dejection your words gave him.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You’re more of a dad to me . . .” He saw your eyes flick left and right, clearly uncomfortable with the arrangement despite the plan he meticulously concocted.

Still he could not control the poison from injecting itself within the crevices of his inflection, his delivery coming out as awfully sour — maybe even petty, “A dad? You’re older than me.”

“Yeah, a dad friend. You’re the more mature one between us and . . . I just — I just can’t see you romantically.” If the damage wasn’t enough, you ended your explanation with an emphasis. “Ever.”

You then grabbed your belongings and left. Though, being the polite and kind person you were, you made sure to at least give him a farewell.

Jisoo sighed, looking up towards the convenience store ceiling lights. The sting from the bright luminance distracted him only a little bit before his mind went back to you. Consumed by his thoughts, his heart suddenly began beating a million times a second. A sudden adrenaline rush overcame him.

If you didn’t like him because of his personality, he’ll just go ahead and change that up a bit.

The day right after, Jisoo found himself doing something he would have never even thought of. It was amazing how much you made him realize and change. It was actually why completely fell in the first place.

Though, the changes before were natural and a bit too slow. Jisoo needed to have you as his as soon as he possibly could. And so, change had to happen now and under his jurisdiction.

You weren’t present that day, so it wasn’t too out of the ordinary to follow a couple of trainees out when lessons concluded. Usually he was completely stuck to your side and your side alone. Conversation didn’t come naturally to him, as such friends don’t either.

It took him a few minutes to man up and a long, deep breath to finally attempt getting one of the trainee’s attention.

Daehyun was his name, Jisoo thinks. When getting the former’s attention he opted to tug the guy’s sleeve just to be safe.

“What’s up? Oh, it’s you. ” Daehyun turned around. His silver eyes sparkled underneath the late afternoon’s sunlight. He was one of if not the best dancer in Celestial Entertainment. In addition to that, he was known for charming personality and magnetic stage presence.

Frankly, Jisoo only saw him as annoyingly bright and cheery. They were exact opposites. They fought on a daily basis.

But that was exactly why Jisoo needed him in particular.

“You’re childish.” Jisoo began.

Daehyun’s jaw goes slack at this cool, raven haired giant’s audacity. Most of the time he’d come back with a retort but he was utterly drained from practice. “Ah. . .Okay then. . . Well I gotta go — “

Daehyun jerked his arm away, but that only prompted Jisoo to fully grab him by the bicep, “Teach me.”

“Sorry, I think I’m misunderstandiny you. You want me to teach you how to be childish?“

Jisoo nodded vigorously, “I want to be a better idol. And . . . a better fellow trainee. Listen. I’ve been a terrible person to everyone here. I just want to be better.”

Daehyun doesn’t answer for a long time. Maybe even minutes pass before he did. At least, enough time for the trainee walking alongside him to realize his partner wasn’t near him anymore.

His jaw was still wide open.

“Wow, points for self-awareness yo. Finally.”

“Bold words for someone in punching range.” Jisoo lets go of the shorter man’s arm and crosses his. An eyebrow raised.

“Fine, fine. Guess your short temper hasn’t gone anywhere. Time for Being Chill 101, yeah?” Daehyun then shouted to his companion, an even shorter guy that Jisoo dreaded asking help from. But he was desperate. Beggars can never be choosers. “Hayate! C’mere! Jisoo needs a lil help!”

“Eeehhhhh—?! Jisoo? Asking for help? The gods have answered our prayers!”

Jisoo soon realized that he asked help from a bunch of hooligans.

If he faces rejection again after all this trouble, he might just murder a man.

“Hey.” You walked towards Jisoo with your usual smile.

“Heyyy!” He greeted back. Earning a confused look from you as you sat beside him.

You chuckled at his strange demeanor. Well, maybe it wasn’t so strange. You knew Jisoo could be quite awkward at times. Considering you haven’t seen each-other for months by now, he must feel weird talking to you all of a sudden. Especially after what you did last time. “What has gotten into you?” You asked. It was either your earlier theory or the effect of him hanging out with other people. You heard he started spending some more time with other trainees. Even going on drinking sprees with large groups. You didn’t approve of such activities but were too busy to scold him on the topic lately.

But apparently both of your guesses were ‘wrong’ as he had answered, “Huh? Me? Pffft. Nothing. Justa — think I drank too much coffee.”

You could smell the stench of soju and beer in his breath now that you were closer. “Right. I just wanted to say that we can still hang out you know. Doesn’t mean that I rejected you that we can’t talk anymore.”

“Oh, sorry! Sorry. Did it feel like I was avoiding you? I was just busy with Idol Image training.”

“Idol Image training? I thought you hated those lessons.”

“Ya know me. Indecisive and impulsive as always.”

Jisoo grinned at you. But all you could do was cringe out of pity and guilt.

Apparently the guilt you felt wasn’t enough however as you decided that it was now or never to rub some salt into gaping hole of a wound.

“Almost forgot. I have to tell you something. I got a deal to be a solo artist.”

“Solo what now? I thought we were debuting together.”

“Looking at how you’re dealing with my rejection. I think it’s safe to say that us working and living together won’t go too well. I don’t want to lead you on. We’re friends. Nothing else. Sorry if I did so before.”

You didn’t even let him show you how much he’d improve. How much he worked on his way with words and conversation. Before he even had the chance to show his work you had not only rejected him once again but extinguished any hope from forming.

For once in these past few months when Jisoo had been the most talkative he had ever been in his life, he found himself speechless again.

“Soo?”

“I’m . . . proud of you. Really.”

The awkward air was too much for your to bare, so you left right after. Not a goodbye or even a wave.

Instead he watched as you swiftly made your exit. A frown laced your exquisite features.

He then spotted a man. He looked quite a bit older than you. Elegant and refined, he wore a classic black suit with a long coat draped on his back. Short leather gloves that no doubt hid hands as attractive as his own face. His hair was somehow darker than the one Jisoo was born with.

But what struck the young trainee the most was the man’s pine green eyes. It was like a forest one could easily get lost in. A cliche description he knew. But it was the best he could think of.

Jisoo doesn’t realize the trance he was in until the man suddenly turned straight at him —

— and smirked.

People often saw Jisoo leave early during drinking parties. They chalked it up to his shy nature and he didn’t really have a good tolerance.

In reality it was mostly because he found a perfect victim to vent out his frustrations on that night.

It was usually a person too drunk to even understand or realize what was going on.

“Useless.” He muttered, kicking the random man’s stomach before the latter curled up in the floor in pain.

“Stop! Please stop!”

Jisoo scoffed at his protest. His red eye held no light as he continued his ministrations. This time stomping on the stranger’s cheek. “Utter piece of shit.”

The man stops protesting. All that could be heard in the cold chill of the night, was sounds of harsh impacts and Jisoo’s complaints and self deprecating words.

“Too mature? Bah. Bet that was all a fucking lie. They just couldn’t fuck a pathetic piece of shit like me.” Jisoo gave one last stomp, aiming specifically towards the man’s hazel eyes that reminded him of the person that took you.

Wait.

Eyes. Green Eyes.

That man was the CEO of Celestial Entertainment. A man known to be cut-throat and ruthless. A man who’s infamous for his apathetic nature regarding business. He probably saw your potential and thought that putting you in a group would dim it down.

Ace.

That’s it! You didn’t want to actually go solo. Jisoo understood now. Why was he so stupid?

You were just forced by that smug-faced bastard.

He leaned down, happily whispering in a sing-songy voice to his victim. “Thanks man. You really helped.”

“Woah.” A familiar cheerful voice resonated from behind him.

Jisoo froze.

He was done for. He was going to jail. This was it.

No, he had to calm down. Think rationally. He studied for this goddamn it.

Jisoo slowly spun his head. The happy expression on his face was instantly replaced with a horrified one. A look of confusion, fear and sadness. “Daehyun - 형 . . . he . . he came unto me— “

“Shit bro. No worries I got you covered.”

With rejection came realization. With charm came blind support. And with the right words and proper delivery, any person could be swayed.

“Wanna go drink after this?”

“You paying?”

Jisoo wished, for the good of everyone else and himself, that this green-eyed monster would not freely give rejection as you did.

[ TRANSLATIONS ]

형 - hyeong - older brother (not literal). honorific used by men towards those who are older (also men).

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bring him home | chapter one

Summary: It’s been three weeks since she lost almost everything. Her brothers, her best friend, her lover, her father.

Warning: MCU Spoilers. Avengers: Endgame + Captain America: Civil War. Violence. Grief. A Single Mention of Nudity.

Word Count: 1334

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A/N: I’m really enjoying writing this, I haven’t wrote this much so quick in years.

Tags: @crazyforbarnes | @whiminiferous | @armystay89 | @bucky-just-needs-love

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Three Weeks.

“Dad?!” You ran towards the ship that landed in your back garden, your dad stood there with Pepper in his fragile arms. He lifted his head, a sigh of relief as he watched you getting closer. His little girl is safe. “Where’s Pete?” His expression changed within an instant, he scanned every inch of your face for a sign. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your face is slimmer than when he last saw you. Thankfully, not as slim as he had gotten. He watched your eyes flickering between the ship, himself and Nebula. He knew you’d already lost one brother, now, he’s witnessing your realisation of losing the other.

“I’m sorry, kid.” He whimpered as your eyes began to tear up as you looked into his own. Within a second, Steve had you nestled into his chest. Not another one, you didn’t think your mind or body could handle any more grief. As soon as your face hit Steves's chest and your body collapsed in his arms, for what felt like the millionth time in three weeks, you let out an uncontrollable scream. Your knees gave way, Steve did not let you fall. Instead, he lifted you and carried you back to your room in the compound.

Once in your room, Steve lay you down on your bed. He didn’t want to leave you, he had watched you grow up since you were 16, from a smart teenager with more compassion than himself at times. To, a resourceful, understanding young woman. He wanted to protect you more now than ever. Shield you away so nothing more could hurt you. Your dad felt the same, it was painful for him to watch Steve carry you to your room instead of him. His weak frame makes it difficult to keep himself up, never mind you.

Your room was like any other basic grey bedroom at the compound. However, you had Vision help you drape fairy lights and ivy all over the walls. Polaroids attached to the strings with clothing pegs, and images of you with various team members looking down at you. Over the last three weeks, if you weren’t crying, you were looking over all these photos. Remembering each loved one as they were and hoping you’ll see them again.

It broke your heart for years that you were never able to add your joyful times with Bucky to your walls. Those were kept in a locked box inside your wardrobe. Polaroids of cuddles in a hut, Bucky throwing around hay with only one arm, even a few x-rated ones which you hoped to Odin no one else ever saw. They were all of Bucky, the ones of yourself were kept with him in Wakanda. And, then there were your letters. There have been a few nights since they all vanished that you’ve fallen asleep surrounded by his handwriting.

Steve stayed with you until your sobs had stopped and you cried yourself to sleep. You didn’t hear him leave, your dreams clouded with memories. Memories of Bucky. Even in your sleep, you could not hide your love and grief for him.

Meet Cute.

You sat in the office watching over the security cameras with Steve, not believing they were treating another human this way. He was locked within a box, strapped down. All he had was a table and a chair in front of it. And, it wasn’t even for him to use. Some interrogator was sat there, asking him questions about his home. You were listening to everything.

You rose to your feet when the power went out, following Steve and Sam to find Bucky. Ignoring your dad's yelling. You started to believe Steve’s theory regarding someone framing his friend. Yes, they say ‘Why did he run if he's innocent?’ But, wouldn’t anyone run if they had someone in a blue soldier uniform with an indestructible shield, someone in a bulletproof catsuit and a guy flying around with mechanical wings chasing them? You knew you would. And, you were someone who had an outfit fitting to that scenario.

His head turns, Bucky or The Winter Soldier you weren’t sure who made direct eye contact with you. Your breath hitched as he dropped the guard currently in a chokehold and made his way towards you. You didn’t move. A hand came up to your throat, pinning you against the wall, tightening by the second. You noticed he hadn’t used his left arm, the silver metal never once touched your skin.

“James? Sorry, I-I know you like to be called B-Bucky but I don’t feel like I know y-you well enough.” You shuttered as his grip grew tighter. “I’m Y/N,” Placing your bare hand onto his wrist against his bare skin, you felt the grip slackening. “I won’t hurt you.” His grip was almost light enough for you to find your feet on the ground again, until…

“Put her down.” Both of your heads turned to where the voice came from, your dad. Palm raised, repulsor ready. You mouthed “no” over and over to him, feeling the grip tighten the longer he stood there. Your dad hits Bucky with a stun-blast which in turn causes him to drop you to the floor. Covering your ears, you sat down with your legs pulled up covering your face. You felt a weight on top of you as another blast went off. Looking up, he was staring down at you as he covered you from your dad’s blasts. Becoming your human shield.

The blasting stopped, Bucky stood up and pounded towards your dad, throwing punches. Your dad blocked almost most of them. He gave as much as he got to.

“Get out of here now!” Your dad yelled at you. You didn’t have your suit, you were no match to The Winter Soldier, it was the safest option. You stood up, legs shaking, as you watched them fight. “Now! Y/N! Go!” He continued to yell as Bucky’s eyes once again found yours. You wanted to stay, something telling you he needed someone to stay.

But, you ran.

Cheeseburgers.

When you woke up, you pulled out your burner phone. You only had three numbers saved, Vision (Baby Brother), Wanda Maximoff (BFF), and James Buchanan Barnes (Old Man). Instinctually calling the number under the name “Old Man” you hoped the ringing would stop and you’d hear his voice. “Hey, Doll.” Nothing. You started to sob as the ringing continued.

You didn’t hear him opening your door and appearing through the gap, he watched you sobbing with the phone pressed against your cheek.

“Hey Kid,” he choked after a beat, snapping out of your trance and hanging the phone up. “Who are you calling?” You shake your head in response, you can’t break the Bucky news to him just yet.

“No one you need to be concerned about, Dad,” giving him a weak smile, he wouldn’t have been concerned, he would have been angry. His little girl, his legacy, is in love with the man who killed his parents and broke his team up. Where did he go so wrong? You got up and helped him further into your room. “How are you feeling?” You lay him on your bed, getting him comfy with all your pillows and throws.

“Oh, never been better,” he joked as he tried to lift himself. “You know, had a planet thrown at me then got stranded in space for three weeks.” You helped him position himself better before getting into your bed and cuddling up to your dad. You didn’t realise until right now just how much you missed him and his humour.

“I’m glad you’re home,” you squeezed his hand while giving him another weak smile. “It’s been far too quiet around here.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He smiled at you, squeezing your hand back, and then sighed. “We should order cheeseburgers.” You let yourself have a small laugh, for the first time in three weeks.

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ringsofsaturnnnn · 5 months

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(I’m not sure if this is how I ask but I’m going for it. Let me know if it’s not right!😭)

Can I play blackjack all in with shigaraki? A cosmopolitan to drink! I’d like a reader with a sheep quirk!🩷

.˚ 🐑┊..⃗. 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗽 ⌇

MDNI | t.shigaraki x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: shigaraki’s girlfriend has a sheep quirk and he can’t help but tease her every chance he gets

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: fem bodied reader, mocking/bullying, hair pulling, not a warning; but reader has white hair because of the sheep quirk, name calling (slvt, whvre), begging, spanking (sorta)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: i’ve never written for shigaraki so please please please have mercy on me 😭. i highly suggest checking out senpai (who is tagged on my tag list) or @sluttyshigaraki for better shigaraki fics! this is not proofread. i’m sorry if this is completely ooc, i tried. i also kinda altered his quirk a bit so he can touch you without like.. y’know.. decaying you. i’ll be real honest when i say i haven’t finished mha yet so i don’t know everything about him☠️

𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

tag list :: @callm3senpaii

a soft bleat escaped your slightly parted lips as your boyfriend harshly tugged on your hair. “t-tomura!” you whimpered. a stinging sensation shot across your scalp as your fingers curled around his bedsheets. “what’s wrong, hitsuji?” his voice was mocking as he slammed his hips into yours harshly.

“t-that hurts!” your hair was extremely sensitive seeing as it was part of your quirk. “that’s too bad,” he chuckled, the sound was hardly one of comfort. his “chuckle” was raspy, nearly comparable to the noise of nails on a chalkboard.

you weren’t quite sure how the two of you ended up becoming a couple. tomura was known for being the leader of the league of villains and a rather ruthless person. you, on the other hand, were a ua high alumni, who was working on becoming a pro-hero. never did you imagine you’d find yourself tangled within a villian’s sheets.

“poor, little lost sheep.” pulling your hair even harder, he pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. his thrusts were brutal, the headboard hitting the wall harshly. “can’t believe your shepard let you wander so far from the flock.” you knew he was referring to the hero you were interning with to help finish out your provisional hero license.

every chance he got, tomura teased you about your sheep quirk. he always made a jab at you being “lost” since sheep were known to wander off. sometimes he’d call himself your shepherd in a condescending manner, claiming that you’d never survive without him.

more soft bleats escaped you as his thrusts brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. “god, you’re so fucking tight.” he grunted under his breath. he kept a firm grip on your soft, silky locks of white hair. shoving your face into his pillows, he continued to use you as he saw fit. “g-gonna cum..” you cried out softly. another chuckle sounded from above you. “you’re gonna cum already? poor, pathetic little slut. you can hardly last five minutes.”

he finally released his hold on your hair, opting to grip your hips instead. sinking his nails into your flesh, he started pulling you back to meet his thrusts. “a-ah!” your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you buried your face in his pillow. “if you want to cum, you’re going to have to fucking beg me.” he grunted.

it wasn’t long before you were babbling helplessly into his pillow. your voice was muffled, tears were wetting the fabric as he continued to thrust into you harshly. growing annoyed with not being able to hear you, he pulled you up by your hair, causing you to yelp in pain. “try again, slut.”

“please! please let me cum, tomura! i’m so close! i need to cum!” you wailed helplessly, a few bleats weaving itself through your begs. he smirked, but he wasn’t completely satisfied yet. “yeah? you wanna cum?” he mocked. trying your best to nod, you weakly opened your teary eyes.

“tell me who owns you.” the look in his eyes was sinister as he stared at your pretty, arched back. “y-you,” you hiccuped. “you own me!” squeezing your eyes shut once more, you felt your legs start to shake. “good little sheep. you can cum now. make sure to thank me while you do it, whore.”

a few thrusts later you were cumming all over him, loud moans escaping you. “o-oh!” panting, you immediately began thanking him. “thank you. thank you for letting me cum! thank you..” you were breathless, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

he laughed loudly before spanking you. he gently rubbed your ass as he spoke. “you’re welcome, whore. now, stay still while i fuck you full of my cum.”

hitsuji - 羊 :: japanese. means sheep.

dividers & main picture made by :: @strrynigghts

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rehfan · 4 months

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A Little Shelter

Billy Knight x Fem!Reader/AFAB!Reader

Warning: 18+ only please. MDNI!! (Move along children!); hurt/comfort (small minor injury to reader with mention of blood); terrible thunder and lightning storm outside; forced proximity; Billy is shy until you get his motor running; f!fingering; fellatio; PIV sex; sleeping bag sex

Summary: You’re hiking when a storm breaks out. Billy Knight is one of the trail docents who comes to your rescue - and winds up just as stranded as you. And there was only ONE sleeping bag.

Tagged readers: @h-ness1944

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: This thing took me AGES, but this is in response to a prompt I got from @harrington4fan a long damn time ago. It came with pictures as a prompt, but I’ve since lost the original request. Apologies.

Read this on AO3 HERE

***MY WORK IS MINE. DO NOT REPOST TO ANY OTHER SITE. I AM A GROWN WOMAN WITH HER OWN MONEY AND I WILL HIRE AN ATTORNEY.***

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He was there offering an umbrella to you on the hiking path when the downpour happened. It gave you time to grab your cagoule out of your rucksack. He had kind eyes. You had seen him on the trails from time to time, passed him here and there, and supposed he was a local. Turns out, he was one of the park’s docents, a volunteer who helped keep the trails clean and safe.

“There’s a bothy up ahead not half a mile,” he said as the rain came down harder.

“Sorry? A what?” you asked.

“A bothy,” he repeated. “You know, a little shelter?”

The skies above you both opened that much further and you gave each other a look of small panic. “Come on,” he said, lifting his umbrella above you both, “I’ll show you where.”

As you walked along the path, he continued to shelter you with his umbrella, managing to get his right half soaked. Fortunately, his hardy coat looked sturdy enough for snow. You, on the other hand, were only planning on spending one overnight and you had dressed in light layers, a day-hiker’s clothing covered with a cagoule, good enough for balmy weather, the odd breeze or even a bit of damp, but nothing much stronger. You shifted your pack on your shoulders that contained all your camping gear and cursed yourself silently for not re-checking the weather report before you left the house.

“My name’s Billy. Billy Knight,” he said, interrupting your thoughts. You gave him your name and your thanks for his assistance. He smiled shyly. He was kind of adorable. His coat’s hood was up and he wore a beanie underneath on his head, a scarf was around his neck beneath the coat. Large brown eyes peeked at you as you moved along. You felt yourself blush under his gaze like a foolish schoolgirl.

The bothy was just as he had said: little. It was off the beaten path by a few paces, covered in lichen and moss. You had probably passed it a dozen times in your travels and never noticed it. A stone block structure, it was only large enough to fit a handful of people comfortably and hadn’t been disused so much as it had been overused.

It had a rough wooden door, painted a dull brown and he opened it with a shove, allowing you to pass into the murky gloom first. Paint was peeling on the inside. The single open room featured only a small table and three chairs none of which were upright. A small wooden box was on the side of the fireplace containing dry wood and kindling, and a large matchbox.

He moved to the fireplace built into the opposite wall and went about the business of building a fire. “Got to keep warm. Can’t risk cold or exposure.”

You weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or himself. You paced the small space blowing in your hands and rubbing them together. It was already a cold and clammy October day, but you couldn’t resist walking the trails and camping overnight on one of the last days before the weather became too bitterly cold, the hills of Yorkshire becoming too harsh for the average hiker later in the year. Now, with the turn in the weather, you were doubting your sanity at the decision.

You attempted to right and brush off the three large adirondack chairs in the shelter, but one of them had a worn leg and it was wobbly when you set it upright. “Oh,” he said, “I’ll have to have that replaced. Please just leave it.” But just as he said that, there was a sharp edge of the wood that caught you and you pulled your hand back, hissing a breath, and sucking on your thumb.

He moved from the fire to you in an instant. Light from one of the tiny windows in the bothy lit his features as he took your hand and the worry on his face melted your heart.

“Splinter,” you said. “I have a first-aid kit in my pack. I’ll get it out.”

“You certain, miss?” he asked. “I can help you if you like. I have good experience with wood splinters.”

As you dug through your rucksack, you gave him an odd look, “You do?”

He grinned and explained about his wood carving. It was a hobby he loved and learned from his father. “Our dad wasn’t good for much, but he was a good carver.” His knuckles rubbed at his nose viciously as he gazed out of the window at the storm. “Taught me. And I’ve had a few in my time that were quite terrible.” He splayed out his hands. They looked strong.

You moved to the other window on the other side of the door to get some light on your throbbing digit. Tweezers in hand, you tried to grab the end of the sliver, but you couldn’t get the angle right. After struggling for a few minutes, you caught Billy’s eye. He had crossed back to the fire, but had been waiting patiently and watching you carefully while tending to it. Caving in, you offered him the tweezers with a wincing smile. His grin cut brightly through the gloom.

He took the tweezers from you gently. His hand was so big, they swallowed the small instrument. Taking your hand as gently as he could, his touch feather-light, he focused his whiskey-brown eyes on the task. Before he pulled, he said softly, “This may hurt a bit. Sorry.”

“S’ok, Billy,” you said, your voice low, barely above a whisper. The mood of the room slowly shifted the longer he stood so closely to you; being in this place with the rain beating down hard on the roof, the soft muted light from the window, the crackling warm fire, the closeness of this man you’d only just met but could just snuggle up to and sleep cradled in his arms, it was like the stuff out of a romance book… or like worshiping in a small country chapel. He smelled of cedar and mint and he was so close, you could see the smattering of freckles spread across his nose and cheeks. His tongue came out in concentration and, combined with his freckles, gave him the aspect of a schoolboy.

You almost sniggered at the thought when he pulled on the sliver. “Ah!”

“Got it… I think,” he said, holding up the tweezers. Your sore finger was raging and angry, blood coming from the small cut in it. You groaned and held it to you. Billy was instantly penitent: “Sorry! Sorry! I did say it may hurt. Please don’t be angry.”

“I”m not angry,” you replied, mystified as to why he would think you would be. Your thumb went in your mouth to soothe the wound, but your puzzled look was still on your face as you saw him blush.

“Come. Here,” he said, guiding you with an arm around your shoulders.

He rushed you to the table, spreading out your first-aid supplies. He treated your thumb with an alcohol swab that stung. He apologized for hurting you again, his pained expression breaking your heart. “It has to kill the germs, miss. It’s all going to be alright. I know what I’m doing. Promise.” Some antibiotic cream with painkiller and a plaster later, you were practically as right as rain.

The whole time he worked on your hand, you watched him, how gently he worked, how careful he was, how attentive. The last boyfriend you had wouldn’t have bothered to help you. Then again, he wouldn’t be with you there at all. Ryan had hated the great outdoors. You could barely pull him away from his video game console most weekends. You had been in that relationship alone and it had sucked. So you dumped him last spring and spent your summer on the trails of Yorkshire.

And today, you discovered this treasure of a man: sweet, respectful, kind, lovely, and caring; everything you had been starved for. You wondered how keen he was on you. Would he mind a little forward flirting? What did you have to lose?

“Thank you, Billy,” you said. “Are you always this attentive to the hikers here?”

His ears went pink as he went to stoke & tend the fire. “I do my best to help people. They leave litter more than they need help, though.” It broke your heart how painfully shy he was.

“They do, don’t they? There’s no respect,” you agreed as you turned to him, settling in one of the chairs you managed to place closer to the fire without further injury. It was starting to catch and give off a wonderful wave of heat, warming your legs, hands, and your face delightfully.

“K-keep it above your heart,” he said, coming to you, gently raising your hand across your chest and toward your shoulder. “It’ll hurt less.”

“Thanks,” you said. Everything about him was gentle. It was uncanny. Had you met in any other circumstances, you might have thought he was having you on with the way he was, but your meeting was completely arbitrary, him coming along the path towards you, seemingly lost in thought, just getting to where you were wandering along - and then the skies opened. More and more it was like something out of a film.

The rain was getting worse. You had planned on camping the night at one of the approved sites in the park, but that looked like a no-go as well. Perhaps you could stretch out in the bothy? You looked around while Billy busied himself with arranging bigger logs on the grate. Yes, it might do for a place to stay just for the one night, but you weren’t sure it was allowed.

“Can people spend the night in the bothies?” you asked him.

“Not supposed to, no,” he replied, sitting on the stone hearth and watching the flames. His eyes were alight with firelight. “People are supposed to go home or use the campsite on the other side of the park.” He blinked, breaking the spell of the fire and regarded you and your pack. “You were supposed to camp tonight?” You nodded. “Hmm,” he considered, “I suppose if the rain were to continue this way that you’d have no choice, but you should really go home if you can. I wouldn’t like to think of you camping in this weather.”

“That’s-“ you started, a little flabbergasted that he was thinking of you struggling to pop a tent up in this downpour. “That’s uh- very kind of you. I don’t think I’ll be doing that either. Going home as soon as the rain lets up is the general plan at this point. But if things get too late, I may at least get my mattress and my sleeping bag out. There’s room in here on the floor.”

“I can’t let you stay in here without telling my boss,” he said. “And he’s in the main building near the car park only until seven.” Billy looked worried and his knuckles rubbed at his nose again. You felt a sudden impulse to hold his hands and kiss his nose; the urge was so strong it was absurd.

You cleared your throat and shifted in the chair. “I don’t suppose you have a way of communicating with your boss?” you asked.

“I have my walkie,” he said. “I’ll try him now, shall I?”

“Be my guest,” you said.

He dug into an inside pocket of his jacket and brought out a solid-looking long-range walkie. He stepped to the door and signaled to his boss. The static was loud on the other end, but was soon drowned out by a peal of thunder from above. No response. “I think it’s the roof. Part tin, probably,” he said. “Signal’s useless.”

“You mean you have to go out into that torrent in order to tell your boss you’re trapped in the torrent?”

Billy smiled and shrugged. What choice did he have? “Besides,” he explained, “I’d have to report you too. Can’t have a car in the car park with no owner to match during a raging storm.” He cinched up his hood, zipped and buttoned up his coat and secured the sleeves more tightly around his wrists. “Be right back,” he said before stepping out into the storm.

You acted quickly. Because you had planned to stay overnight, you were also going to make use of the showers that were provided in the campground side of the preserve. One great fluffy yellow towel was pulled from your rucksack. This you placed on the table in anticipation of Billy’s return; he’d certainly be soaked and would need it.

You also set up your mattress on the floor, the battery-powered pump making quick work of inflating the mattress’s rectangular shape once you released it from its bag. You also took out your sleeping bag for good measure. It was big enough for two, but you had bought it that way on purpose. You hated to be confined while sleeping, but you loved to camp; it was a compromise to your senses.

The whole affair took only a few minutes and just as you were disconnecting the pump from the mattress, Billy returned. He was a sopping wet mess.

“Come to the fire, Billy,” you urged. “Get your coat off and dry yourself off.” You handed him your towel.

He pressed it to his face and thanked you at the same time, his voice sounding of muffled gratitude. The fringe above his eyes was soaked and he whipped off his hood and beanie and scrubbed at it. He took his heavy coat off and draped it over one of the other chairs around the table. He gave you a shy smile before taking a seat in the chair you had occupied, awkwardly hugging the towel to his chest and idly wiping at his face and neck. “Boss says, stay put. You have permission to stay the night, if you need to. He said the weatherman said it would be quite a blow. It’ll last hours. He’s packing things up and locking the gates early. Just headed to check the campsite wardens are prepared and then he’s going home.”

“Must be nice,” you muttered and you garnered a look of concern from him. “Sorry. It’s just I’ve been kicking myself over not checking the weather.”

He caught sight of the sleeping bag and mattress and nodded his head in their direction. “I suppose you knew what the answer would be, eh?”

“A girl likes to be prepared,” you said with a slightly embarrassed shrug. You stoked the fire with another piece of fresh firewood from the box before throwing it on. The heat it was producing was lovely. “Shall I make us a cuppa?” A slow smile crept over Billy’s face and his eyebrows raised. He nodded. You giggled, pleased that you could surprise him.

Ten minutes later, you both had steaming cups in your hands seated in front of a now raging fire that was radiating a delicious heat. The teapot/coffee pot kit you had bought came with two cups but you’d always just used one for brushing your teeth. It’s the first time you had gotten to use both of them as the manufacturer intended and it was kind of nice.

“How’s your finger?” he asked as he handed back his empty cup.

“It’s almost better.” You took up the tea things, giving them a quick rinse under the falling rain outside the front door and taking a moment to really watch the downpour. He came to the opening and put his hands out into the rain, rubbing them together, washing them.

“Almost?” he asked. Standing at your elbow, you turned to him, smiling, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“This is going to sound silly of me, but,” you began and walked back to your pack to stow your things. “But when I was a child… my mum, she would…” A wave of embarrassment came over you. “Ugh, it’s stupid. Sorry.”

“No. Go on. What is it, miss?” he asked, closing the door and wiping his hands on the towel you had provided him before and laying it gently over the back of one of the chairs to dry. “And how can I help?”

You blushed. “Oh, well…Could you… erm…Could you kiss it better?”

His mouth was an O of surprise. Regret twisted in your gut. You ruined it.

“Never mind. I’m sorry. I’m just being stupid. It’s just - you seem really sweet,” you explained. “You don’t have to. I just-“

In the firelight, he took your breath away. Slowly, gently, he took your hand in his own. His mouth met your bandaged finger. You watched as his perfect mouth met the plaster, not pressing, not to hurt, just to soothe any ache away, his soulful eyes never parting from yours. “Better now?”

Your breath caught and it took you a moment before you laughed nervously. “Much. Thank you.” He still held your hand and you still held his full attention when you asked: “Do you have a girl, Billy?”

His blush was beautiful. “Uh. N-no. Ju- uh, it’s just me, I’m afraid. N-no girl for me.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but sound disappointed. “No girls… at all?” Your meaning was evident. It wouldn’t be the first time you made this kind of mistake, but he had been giving you what you thought were all the proper signals for a heterosexual male.

His blush deepened. You hadn’t thought it possible. “Sorry, no! I like girls- love them! I mean… I just-“

“It’s okay, Billy,” you said, hurrying to allay his embarrassment. Your fingertips found his jaw and you stepped closer, his scent invading your senses. “I like you too.” This was a dance you weren’t used to doing. He seemed so skittish. If you were too bold, he might run. But he was so close. So close and looking at you like that.

His eyes drifted to your mouth and back. He wasn’t running. He was hoping. You could see it. You had to take a chance on tasting him.

Leaning up slowly, you touched his lips with yours only for him to react with a passion you didn’t expect. He cupped your face with his hands and let out a moaning sigh. Your hands wrapped around his waist. He felt so solid it made you weak. He turned his head and took you even deeper, tongue licking at your lips for permission. You couldn’t stop the sigh when you opened your mouth for him. He hummed back his pleasure.

If you weren’t wet before, you were now.

He was so delicious. Your hands fisted at the back of his jumper. The urge to climb him was overwhelming.

Billy was lost in the kiss, his hands drifting down your neck to brush the edges of your collarbones. But he hesitated and the kiss broke. “Sorry. Sorry. I’ve never- I mean, I have, but I’m not the sort of-“

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh you sweet man,” you cooed. “Come here.” Your arms came up and around his shoulders and you pressed another kiss to his mouth. He welcomed you in, hands respectfully on your hips, fingertips digging deeper as the kiss continued.

He was so gentle, it filled your heart to brimming. You found yourself winding your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, your body pressing into him. His hands came up and caressed your back, the left one high, tracing fingertips over the nape of your neck, the other low but not disrespectfully so, softly cradling your lower back.

Aching for him to touch you, your left hand traveled down to his right hand that was positioned at your low back. Taking it, you moved it under your jumper and you felt his fingers work at pulling your turtleneck’s hem up. Cool fingers touched your warm spine and you shivered and whimpered into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, you asked, “Lie with me, Billy? Keep me warm. Let me do the same for you.”

He nodded silently against your lips and kissed you again, slowly. It was as if he were attempting to memorize every second that passed. It caused you to focus on little things: a glimpse of the crinkle between his brows as he kissed you again; the feel of the slick velvet of his tongue; the scent of him, complicated and woodsy; the gentle strength in his hands as he cradled you and pressed into your skin; the firm feel of him against you; his soft hair in your one fist as your other hand traced over his throat and collarbone.

The kiss broke with a wet smack and he asked you over hooded eyes: “Are you a dream?”

“No.”

“May I touch you more?”

“Yes.”

“May I kiss you more? In- in more places?”

You could feel his right hand leave your low back and the back of his knuckles drag along your side and around, loosening the shirt and dipping into the waistband of your leggings at your hipbone.

You nosed your face close to his ear and placed small kisses to the side of his face and right along the shell of his ear. “Yes, Billy. Anywhere you like, you sweet man. My protector. My good good boy.”

He let out a groan and his open mouth sucked at your pulse point at the same time his whole right hand made a dive to cup your mons, one thick finger just passing over your slit.

“Ohh fffuck!” you cried. It was all so sudden and smooth and you didn’t know the shy boy had it in him, but you didn’t want your surprise to stop him. “Yes, Billy. Please, Billy. Please.”

Matching the rhythm of his sucking kiss, his digit dipped deeper and deeper against your slit, brushing your clit, waking the fire in your belly. His other arm had wrapped around your waist to balance his pressure to your front. His arousal was pressing into you, rubbing against you, seeking out whatever friction he could find.

“May I confess something to you, miss?” You begged him to call you by your name. He pulled back long enough to meet your gaze before saying it like a sacred word. “May I confess?”

“Please,” your voice came out sounding as if you were the one who had to confess, not him.

He pressed his mouth to your ear in a tender kiss as his fingers continued their magic. “I saw you earlier this summer and I never forgot your face. I thought I would never see you again as I’d not seen you before. Thought you were an out-of-town day hiker. But then I saw you again. And twice more after that.

“Today I was low because I thought the season was over and you wouldn’t be back and now… today… here you were. And then the rain came. And now we’re stuck here. It’s like God smiled at me. But I didn’t dare push for more.

“But then you asked me to kiss your finger and I knew I didn’t want to stop but I must because you’re not mine. And then you kissed me and… and…now this. Touching you. It’s like God sent an angel.” He nuzzled at your pulse point again, eliciting another whine from you. “Are you an angel? Are you, petal?”

You didn’t have an answer for him. You were too dizzy at his words. Fortunately, your sweet keening at his speech was enough to encourage him to kiss you full on the mouth once more.

Your wetness doubled. Gasping at his touch, he softly caressed around and around against your clit, his tongue echoing his movements as he kissed you once more. It was intoxicating. You felt helpless at his touch, fists grasping at his jumper, wanting more, needing his skin against yours. And you weren’t alone in the need.

He moved behind you, his free hand snaking underneath your shirt and above your bra, caressing at the material over your left breast, squeezing and kneading the flesh beneath. His arousal was pressed firmly against you from behind and his arms pulled you further inward towards his hardened length. Facing the fire, you weren’t sure if the heat you felt was coming from it or the fire you had burning inside you.

Your face turned to accept his kisses, but you didn’t know where to put your hands at first, he had you at such a loss. Never in your life had you been surprised and pleased and lost in a man’s arms. Instinctively, you leaned back into him allowing your hands to settle on his, encouraging his touch.

He pushed his middle finger into your heat, causing you to moan into his mouth. His fingers were deliciously thick and your hips rolled against his hand automatically. Your knees were jelly and Billy adjusted his grip on you, wrapping his upper arm underneath your breasts and holding you upright as he continued to plunge his finger into you, pulsing slowly and gaining speed.

Breaking the kiss, it was all you could do to keep your footing when his thumb came back to your clit. You gasped for breath. Never in your life had your climax came so quickly. Instantly, your right hand came up behind Billy’s head. You pressed your temple to his cheek and held on for dear life as your orgasm ripped through you just as the lightning outside ripped through the sky. The thunder that followed drowned out your screams of Billy’s name.

“Oh, petal,” Billy sighed, pressing small kisses into the side of your hair and face. “You are so beautiful like this.”

Your senses slowly recovered. As they did, you found yourself still in his arms, his hand still over your sex, but his fingers withdrawn. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck whispering words of praise and thankfulness: “So good for me. So beautiful. Your body is perfect. I’m so lucky. So happy. Are you happy, angel?”

“Yes,” you sighed, “Yes, Billy. I am.” It occurred to you that he was still unsatisfied. You turned in his arms. “Take your clothes off. I need to taste you.” Sealing your words with a kiss, you stripped yourself bare and unzipped the sleeping bag, loosely throwing half of it over your naked frame to ward off any chill.

There was a dazed look on his face as he watched you settle yourself inside on your tummy. Propped up on your elbows you smiled at him and cocked your head, clearly waiting for him. “Come on, shy boy. You made me feel so good. Come here and let me do the same for you.”

“I’m dreaming,” he whispered. “I have to be dreaming.”

You giggled, delighted. “Good dream?”

“The best dream I’ve ever had,” he said, slowly removing his boots and letting each drop to the ground. His jumper and layered shirts went next, as he still regarded you with awe - blinking as though he was expecting you to disappear any second.

You were pleased at what you were seeing: a fit figure, with a bit of pudge at his navel. His brown happy trail was covered by his erect prick as soon as he released it from his trousers and the material fell to the floor. He slipped off his socks in an awkward jumping motion as he approached you and quickly entered the sleeping bag. He was so goofy and appreciative. It was delightful.

You wasted no time pressing yourself to him and capturing him in another kiss. The feel of his skin was everything. He was warm and firm as you rolled him onto his back, kissing down his chest, circling a fingernail around his erect nipple, your eyes never leaving his as you made your way down his alabaster skin. You licked at his navel, throwing him a teasing smile. His returning smile and little boy giggle lit you from within.

You moved down his body, positioning yourself between his legs. Your gaze had still not shifted from his and your reward was to see him backlit by the fire, his eyes glistening, seemingly reflecting the fire behind him. You sat back on your feet and brought his knees up with a guiding hand, parting them gently, smoothing your hands along the insides of his thighs toward his hard cock.

Billy’s hands were above his head clinging desperately to the top of the inflatable mattress and he already looked wrecked. His lips were pink and kiss-swollen, his chest flushed. You saw him swallow hard in anticipation. His breath was coming in pants and you hadn’t even touched him yet. His weeping cock, thick and uncut, curved slightly to his right. It was dripping precum on his stomach. You licked a fat stripe on his tummy, cleaning off the salty precum and giggling. “Messy boy.”

“S-sorry, miss. C-can’t help it. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Mmm…” you hummed, “So are you, lovely boy. God, I want to taste more.” You put your nose to his balls and licked just underneath them. Billy gasped and giggled, flinching. “Easy, pretty boy,” you scolded, pressing soothing baby kisses to his balls. “I’m just exploring.” You couldn’t help but notice his cock twitch.

You opened your mouth wide and took in one of his testicles, sucking on it gently before releasing it with a wet pop. He grunted with pleasure and you smiled to yourself as you turned your attention to his other testicle. The musk of him filled your senses as you gently suckled and pulled off.

“You taste so good, Billy,” you cooed. “Can I suck your cock? Would you like that?”

“Yes, please,” he said, still gasping and panting, watching you with fascinated cow eyes.

You licked a fat stripe up the underside of his prick. The sound that came out of Billy was a cross between a curse and a groan. It was the best thing you’ve ever heard. You took his cock in your hand and spit on the head.

“Fuck me,” Billy whimpered as you gave his cock a few slow strokes, spreading your spit and his precum together.

“Happily, sweet boy. But first: this?” you cooed just before swallowing his cock as far as you could.

He marveled at you. So beautiful and doing your best to pleasure him. And you were very good at it. He found himself writhing beneath you, using all of his willpower not to let his instinct take over and cant his hips up into your wet mouth.

You were drooling as you worked, but it only served to create a slicker surface as you pumped his cock with your mouth. Gently, you massaged his scrotum, delighting to hear him moan above you and call your name. He was desperate for release. You felt his cock twitch in your hand as you pulled off and worked him in your fist. You spit on his head again, watching it mix into the slick that was already there.

“Want to come inside me like this, Billy?” you asked, but Billy was too far gone. His eyes were glassy and his mouth hung open. “Billy? Sweet boy? You have to use your words, baby.” You crawled up to him, shifting your grip on his cock so that you could lie beside him and stroke him off. “Hmm? Did you want to come in my mouth or my pussy, Billy?”

His beautiful dark eyes met yours. Another lightning strike lit you both starkly. The rumble of thunder that followed echoed in Billy’s voice as he tried to form scattered thoughts into stuttered words. “M- my angel. Are you m- mine? C- can you be?”

“I would love to be yours,” you said, placing small kisses to his temple and cheek. “I want you to claim me, Billy. Mark me as yours. Come inside me. Deep inside. Will you do that?”

A feral look came into his eyes. “Mine.”

“Yours.”

Instantly you were on your back, his cock laying perfectly between your folds as he pressed his length along your gash. He ground his hips into you as he gazed down on you, his elbows braced on either side of your head. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips, encouraging him closer, deeper.

“All mine,” he whispered into your hair. “Mine. Soft and warm and mine.”

You canted your hips upward toward him, the drag of his cock along your clit driving you insane. You needed more. You captured his mouth in a soft, slow kiss, moaning your desire into his heat. Slowly, your belly coiled and you chased your orgasm, pressing more kisses to his mouth and jaw and neck and praying that this man would indeed let you be his for the rest of forever.

The world tilted and you spilt over its edge, crying out Billy’s name to challenge the storm that surrounded you both.

Before you came down, his tip was at your entrance and you exhaled and let him in. Still wet from his fingering, it didn’t solve all of the burn that came from his cock spitting you in two. You wrapped your legs around him even tighter and locked your ankles, easing the thickness of him deeper and deeper inside you until you felt his balls against your ass.

“Petal?” His forehead was against yours. “Alright?”

“More than alright, Billy. My Billy. Lovely Billy. Good Billy. Hard. So hard. Fuck me, and thick too. Shit. Need you. Need this. Need to be all yours, Billy baby. Please. Make me yours.”

His hips withdrew and snapped forward, stealing the breath from your body. You cried out, but only in surprise as you begged him for more. It didn’t take Billy long to start a harsh rhythm squelching and slapping inside you for minutes at a time until finally, achingly, he pulled out of you completely and you gasped at the loss and whined for his warmth. Wordlessly, and without taking his eyes off you, he gently placed your legs against his shoulders and re-inserted himself inside you. And then, slowly - agonizingly slowly - he ground in… and out… and around.

His hips circled and grazed your g-spot over and over in the most delicious way. Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled up into the back of your head. And you heard yourself babble nonsensical gibberish into the room. Absently, you felt Billy kiss your neck and praise you: “Such a good girl. My girl. Want this. Want you. Make you mine right now. So tight for me. So warm. Going to come so hard for you, petal. Going to burst deep inside you.”

“Yes, Billy,” you sighed, “show the world who owns me. Show the world I’m yours. Come for me, you brilliant b- boy! OH!” Your next orgasm forced its way from your core to your brain in seconds and as you rolled with the wave of it, arching your back and clawing at Billy’s shoulders. In reaction, he filled you up with his cock with a rapid pounding that had him whimpering when he finally came inside you, your name on his lips, kissing it into your skin.

You lay together, frozen and panting for quite a few minutes, not wanting the feeling to end. Not wanting to separate into the two of you instead of the one combined. You felt your pussy throb and flutter around him, as if to say don’t go don’t go don’t go…

But soon muscles went slack and the end had to be acknowledged.

He moved above you, struggling to lift his head to look into your eyes. “Alright, petal?”

“Never better, love,” you smiled and kissed him sweetly. He slipped out of you and you groaned with the loss. He sat up and messed with the bottom of the sleeping bag. It took you only a second to realize, but at the sound of the zipper, you knew he was sealing the bag and settling both of you in for the night. He turned to you and held his arms out. Obligingly, you curled into him, sated and happy.

“Are you really mine?” he asked you, whispering your name into the fire lit room.

“I don’t think I could ever let you go, Billy,” you murmured. Tilting your head upward, you met his eyes. “You feel like home to me.”

“You too,” he said and kissed you gently. Cuddling you close, you felt so safe and warm. Dreams took you, but come morning, you would have plenty of time to discover that no dream could compare with the reality of Billy Knight in your life.

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