#I just wanted to make this to relax a bit

[dawnfire12]

Day off with the Saja Boys

Pairing: Saja Boys (Kpop Demon Hunter) X You (female)

Summary: You are the boys’ manager and you all deserve a day off. What you consider a day off is different than what they consider a day off. You want to pamper yourself and sit in a sauna, relaxing your body. Well the boys have other plans in mind for your body 😉

Warning: 18+ (mdni!), explicit smut content, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, all consensual.

A/N: I haven’t proofread it at all lol. I hope you enjoy it!

You wake up by nature's alarm clock with the sun passing over your eyelids. You stretch, getting up and looking at the time. 7:00 am, even on a day off you can’t help but wake up early. You go to your bathroom and brush your teeth so you can eat as your stomach growls loudly. You shuffle into the shared kitchen that you have with the saja boys. As their manager, it’s just easier to live in the same space as them.

You yawn and see Baby on the couch. Just like his name, he’s always up the earliest. 

“Hi Baby.” You wave.

He looks up at you and beckons you over. You collapse next to him on the couch and he wraps his arms around your waist, putting his head on your chest. 

You pet his back, "Did you sleep well?”

He nods and moves his head towards your neck where you are sensitive. His breath makes you wiggle.

“That tickles.” You whisper.

He grins and starts kissing your neck. You hum, extending your neck a bit and stroking his hair. He’s always affectionate in the morning. His kissing turns to sucking and you let out small sighs. He brings your hand down to his clothed dick that’s hard and you push his boxers down to stroke his dick. You lean forward to spit on it to lube up your hand to make it more pleasurable for him. You set an even pace and he whimpers in your ear and ruts into your hand. His hand travels to your little silk shorts and rubs you through them.

You moan,”Baby, it’s too early.”

“I need you.” He begs. 

You sigh,”Baby.”

He pulls down your shorts and places two fingers into your damp pussy. He opens you up with a scissoring motion against your walls making his fingers become even wetter. 

You moan quietly, "Everyone is sleeping.”

He withdraws his fingers and turns you over so your face is in the cushion and your ass is up. He thrusts into you at a fast pace that has you gripping the cushions and using them to muffle your moans.

“I just need to feel you.” He moans.

Even though your moans are quiet, the slapping of the skin is loud. He places one hand on your hair, making sure your head stays down and in a way using you as his only fleshlight. 

“Ah, ah, ah! You feel so good! I just want to stay in you!” He whimpers.

He rubs your clit, making you cry out.

“Please cum! I need to feel you cum so bad! It feels so good when you cum! Squeezing my dick!” He begs you. 

It doesn’t take long for your legs to tremble and clamp down on his dick while your orgasm crashes over you.

“Ah! Yes! Just like that! So good! Mhmm!” He moans and climaxes.

He pumps into you a few more times before pulling out and pulling your shorts and his back on. 

You huff out air, “Well now I need a shower.”

He looks at you with puppy eyes, "Thank you!”, as if he’s an innocent child. As if he wasn't just pounding you a few moments ago.

You get up from the couch and start to walk towards your room when another door opens. It’s Mystery wearing a silver silk set of pjs, almost like yours. You hope he didn’t hear the activity in the living room.

“Good morning.” You whisper to him.

He waves and drags you into the room. He closes the door behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you. You let out a gasp of surprise and wrap your arms around his neck. He starts walking backwards towards his bed and sits on it. You follow to the point where you are standing in between his legs and he’s leaning up to kiss you. He leans away from you, breaking the kiss and forces you on your knees. He takes out his fully erect cock.

“You heard us in the living room?” You ask.

He nods, "Made me so horny. Now you have to fix it.”

He strokes himself a few times, staring at you. You lick your lips and lean over to place his cock in your mouth. You breathe in through your nose as you take his dick in your throat. He groans and it vibrates in your mouth. You moan back. You start moving your mouth up and down, hollowing your cheeks and moving your tongue along his shaft. 

He moans, "Just like that baby.”

You suck faster, not wanting to disappoint him and brush the tip with your tongue a few times. He hisses and starts grabbing your hair, moving his hips up. You gag a little, causing you to moan and grab onto his thighs.

“Fuck yes! I’m gonna cum down your throat! And you will drink. Every. Drop.” He enunciates as he thrusts into your throat. 

You cry out (muffled) as you feel the warm liquid hit the back of your throat. He pulls his dick out of your mouth and pulls you up to softly kiss you. He gives you slow pecks, tasting himself on his tongue and pulls down your shorts. 

“What are you doing?” You ask him as he brings you to sit on his thighs.

“I just want to feel you for a little.” He places his once soft dick, now already hard, into your pussy.

You dig your nails into his shoulders from the intrusion. He sinks you down all the way and you whimper. Once he’s fully in, you are trying to control your breath and he doesn’t move. He has every intention of leaving you to cockwarm him. He runs his hands up and down your back, making you shiver. The shivering has his dick move up into you a little bit and you moan.

The sound of your moan, his demon nails come out and dig into your hips. Without warning, he pulls up and slams you down on his dick. 

You cry out, "Mystery!”

He thrusts up into you and pulls your hair.

“I was gonna have you be a good girl and let you cockwarm me for a little but you couldn’t help it. Could you?” He asks.

You moan, "It’s not my fault.”

“Hmm. We will see about that.” He smirks and rubs your clit.

“Mystery!” You moan.

“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Clench on me just like that!” He keeps pounding into you. 

All you can focus on is how good his dick feels thrusting up into you and how your pussy is tightening that you know you aren’t going to last.

“Mystery! I’m gonna cum!” You warn him.

“Yes! Cum!” He moans and you follow his command. He thrusts a few more times, unable to fight the tightening of your walls and fills you up.

“Jesus!” You exhale as you come down from your high. 

He kisses your cheek, "You should probably shower with all the cum in you.”

You glare at him, "I wonder who’s fault that is.”

He kisses you again and untangles himself from you. You leave his room, entering yours and jumping straight into the shower. Who knew that this would be your life? Orgasming twice in one day by different boys. You need a raise.

The water is warm and relaxes your muscles. You sigh into the shower with your eyes closed, facing the water and feel a cool breeze behind you. You think maybe you left a window open and turned around to see Abby.

“Abby! What the hell!” You exclaim.

He smiles all goofy,”Hi!”

“Hello! Why are you in my shower?” You stare at him.

He smirks, "I want a turn.”

You gape at him. Next thing you know he’s picking you up, wrapping your legs around your waist and placing you against the tile while kissing you. He kisses like he is devouring your soul. His tongue suffocates you in a good way. You gasp at every pass his tongue makes and he trails down to your neck and to your boobs. He sucks on them one at a time, leaving hickies and leaving you gasping. He brushes one finger against your opening and sees you are dripping for him.

He impales you on his dick and gives you no time to adjust. He sets a brutal pace that has your mind scrambling and making you only moan. He is in you so deep and he is very thick. It feels so good to be stretched out by him.

“I knew this is what you needed.” He brags as he sucks on your tits.

You’re so glad he has such upper body strength because your body is giving up on its own strength based on how he is pounding into your pissy.

“Abby! Right there!” You cry out as he hits your gspot.

“I know how to make my girl cum!” He moans, "And I need you to cum on my cock now.”

You open your eyes, "I can’t just from this.”

He laughs, "Oh yes you will!”

He keeps hitting your gspot over and over again, making you see stars and leaning your head back against the wall, cumming so hard.

“Ah! Abby!” You cry out as he continues to fuck you.

“Told you so! Now take my cum!” He pushes up into you one last time, shooting his seed in you.

You lean your head on his shoulder as he slowly moves his hips a few times and takes out his dick, placing you on the floor. You grip his arms as your legs feel like jelly.

“Look at you all wrecked.” He licks his lips.

“Don’t lick your lips. I know what you’re thinking, get out.” You protest.

He holds up his hands and slips out of the shower room.

You lean your head against the wall. You just wanted to take a shower but can’t deny how you loved his dick. You clean yourself up, only wearing a robe and go to your room. Even though it’s supposed to be a relaxing day you can’t help but send some emails, ensuring that the events the boys have to go to are booked. At some point your eyes close with your laptop still on your lap.

The next time you open your eyes, you wake yourself up with a moan, gripping the sheets as you feel a tongue moving in you. You lean up as you feel another wave of pleasure through you and look down to see Romance eating you out. You barely have time to cry out his name as you cum on his tongue. He drinks up every bit you can give him.

He crawls up your body and kisses you, "Hi.”

“Hi.” You whisper back and brush your hand over his bangs.

You look over to see your computer closed and on the floor. He brings your face to look at him as he kisses you softly. You sigh and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He caresses your body like you’re made of glass and massages your thighs. He licks your neck and your boobs before making his way back down to your wet center. He places one finger in you to stretch you out a bit.

“So wet for me.” He hums before placing his hands over your head and thrusting in you.

He goes slowly, making sure to savor every moment in you. There’s no urgency, just the feeling of being connected. 

“Oh, my love.” He whispers against your lips.

Your whimper and clench around his dick.

“You’re so good! My pretty girl!” He starts moving faster, chasing down our orgasms.

Your legs tighten around his waist and your nails scratch down his back. One particular thrust has your head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth wide open with all the moans falling out.

“Cum my love! Milk my cock!” He circles your clit.

“Oh fuck! Romance! Please don’t stop! Ah! Right there! Please! Ah Romance!” Your walls clench on his cock as you cum.

“Yes! Yes!” He cums in you, lazily thrusting as he rides out his high. 

You whimper as he slips out of you. He grabs some of your clothes from the drawer, dresses you and kisses you softly. You blink up at him as you whisper a small thank you. He leaves your room and you follow to grab some food from the kitchen. However, once again, you are pulled into another room. Jinu has you pressed up against his locked door and doesn’t give you a chance to react as he furiously kisses you. He bites your lip and is digging his hands into your hips. 

He releases your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe before he lifts you up and has your legs around his waist. He presses you against the door and grinds against you. You throw your head back as he bites your neck. 

“Jinu!” You cry. 

With one hand, he keeps you up and pushes his pants down before pushing yours down.

He positions his dick in front of your center, "No need to prepare. I know you still have his cum in you.”

He thrusts up into you and sets a relentless pace. Your body moves up and down the door from the force of his thrusts. From this position, your clit is rubbed against his pelvis each time causing your legs to tighten harder against him. You’re so sensitive that your orgasm builds fast and you are seeing stars. 

“Fuck!” He cums after your walls squeezed him so tight.

You thought he would be done but he puts you on the bed and has you on all fours. He gives you no time to adjust and thrusts into you. Set at the same pace as before. He pulls your hair and you grasp at the covers.

“Look at you. Taking my cock so well” He praises.

You moan and your eyes flutter close.

“Uh nuh. Eyes open pretty.” He demands.

You open your eyes and see a mirror in front of you. You can see (and feel) how hard he is pounding against you and how wrecked you are starting to look.

“I bet you only look this wrecked on my dick, isn’t that right?”

You moan instead of an answer.

He yanks your hair a bit more, "Answer.”

“Yes Jinu!” You cry.

“Good girl!” He lets go of your hair and rubs your clit.

You try to squirm away but he holds you close.

“Be good. You know you want to cum.” He coos.

You start drooling, "Ah! Jinu! AH! Ah! Right there! Don’t stop! MMHPM!”

“Fuck!!!!” He cums in you as you start coming.

Your legs are twitching as he fills you. He pumps in you a few times and rests on your back, kissing it a few times. He pulls out and carries you to his bathroom where he has a tub of water already prepared. He slips in with you and washes you. He turns you to face him and kisses you softly. You open your mouth for him and he brings you closer and starts pulling you on his dick.

“No more.” You whisper.

His eyes pout, "Please just one more. Just wanna feel you.”

Before you can protest he’s slipping in. You can feel how thick and long he is in this position. He’s definitely the biggest and thickest dick out of all the boys. He thrusts into you, grabbing onto your hips and you can only hold onto his arms. You just started but by the way you have been cumming all day you know you can only last a few more moments.

“Jinu! I can’t! It’s too much!” You cry out.

He thrusts up even faster, making all the water splash around.

“Please just one more! I need you to cum again! Need to feel you squeeze my dick! I need you to be full of my cum! Only mine! Say your mine!” He begs you.

You sob, ”Yours Jinu!”

The next few thrusts have you over the edge and you cum so hard you black out for a moment. You come to when he cums in you for the last time that night. You blink in and out of consciousness, needing a full day of recovery after the sex marathon. You barely stay awake while he washes you up and tucks you into bed. 

The next morning you wake up sore but fully satisfied. You get up and lock your door to continue your work. You hear knocks at the door but ignore them. The boys whine and beg you to let them in. You know they could just come in with their powers, however, they respect that your door is locked. After a few hours, you venture into the kitchen to eat and see the boys in the living room.

You point a water bottle at all of them, "Listen. I’m human. I don’t have as much stamina as you guys. So please keep your dicks away from me for the next few days.”

The boys all pout and groan except for one member who doesn’t like the tone you took. 

As you walk back to the kitchen, a pair of arms wrapped around you and kisses your neck. You place your water bottle on the table and lean into the arms. While you are getting neck kisses, the person is grinding their dick into your ass. You whimper and turn in their arms.

“No more Jinu.” You say.

He responds with furious kisses and pulls your shorts down. He pushes you onto the table and has one of your legs up while he devours your pussy. His tongue moves in you like he’s trying to take your soul out from your pussy. You cry, grabbing his hair and leaning your head back on the table. While your eyes are closed from the pleasure, he pushes down his pants and pounds into you.

“Jinu!” You cry out.

His hips slap into yours hard and the whole table is shaking.

“I seem to recall you cumming a lot yesterday. Right?” He pants.

“Yes! Jinu!” You grip his arms.

“And now you say no more? That’s not your choice baby. I didn’t hear a thank you from all those times you came, did I?” He questions you. His nails and teeth turning sharp, the nails nip your hips leaving you with small scratches as he bites down on your neck.

You didn’t think you could moan any louder. It’s so hard to focus when he keeps hitting your gspot and touching your clit.

“You’re right Jinu!” You moan.

“You gonna tell me thank you?” He demands.

“Uh! UH! Yes! Ah! Thank you Jinu!” You wail.

“Good girl. Learning her manners. Cum for me again!” He summons a vibrator and places it on your clit.

The vibration makes you cum instantly and you see white. Your walls squeeze his dick so hard he has no choice but to cum in you. He slows down and stares at how delicious you look. You blink slowly and next time you open your eyes the boys are all surrounding you with their fully erect dicks out.

“You thought you were done? Well I’m going to keep fucking you as the boys take their turns having you suck their dick.” Jinu kisses your lips for reassurance.

It looks like the Saja boys will be taking another week to “rest”.

[ssahotchnerr]

Begging and pleading for reader hosting a dinner for the team since they just finished a rough case. No one knows her and Hotch are together, but start getting suspicious when he just?? Knows where everything is in the apartment?? Like he’s been there before??

right at home

i loveee a classic the-team-is-finding-out 🤭 cw; fem bau!reader, established relationship, mentions of food and drinking, fluff <3 wc; 1k

Sometimes, a little team bonding was the only thing needed to recover from a tough week.

After a brutal case that left everyone with a bad taste in their mouth, you jumped at the opportunity to host a gathering at your apartment. It was clear no one wanted to go home just yet; the darkness of the case hung over your heads and made the idea of being alone so soon unbearably daunting.

It wasn't anything extravagant, coming straight from the jet; ordering delivery from a local cafe - a slight, healthier alternative to  the usual takeout consumed on cases. Forgoing formal seating at your kitchen table and instead crowding on the carpet around your coffee table, a movie playing in the background, offered a casual and comfy atmosphere.

Sitting next to Aaron, you wished you could lean over and rest your head against his shoulder. Just for a second. Just long enough to breathe out some of the weight clinging to your ribs. You were glad the team was comforted by being together, but all you needed was Aaron. Only him and then you would be able to put this case in the past.

Plus, it's been a few days since you’d been physically affectionate. Long days in the precinct and out in the field made finding a private moment impossible, and with the team unaware of your relationship, it was impractical to do so much as hold his hand without being behind a closed door.

Little did they know, his overnight bag lay discreetly in your bedroom.

As if he could hear your thoughts, his eyes found yours, a gentleness to them as he silently checked in. Your own eyes briefly softened, relaying that you were fine.

"I'm so happy you all made it home to me unharmed and all in one piece." Penelope commented, her eyes flashing with relief. "Thank good gracious that's over."

"You and us both baby girl," Derek answered, dipping a veggie in some dressing. But as condiments with a thin consistency often did, it dripped off his piece of celery and onto the carpet before he could bring it to his mouth.

He grimaced, an apology in his eyes as they shot to yours. "Shit, I'm sorry mamas."

You waved it off, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them. "No worries. Nothing a bit of carpet cleaner can't fix."

"I got it." Aaron didn't hesitate, scrambling up and heading to your hall closet.

The quiet hum of conversation continued on. But after a moment, JJ’s expression shifted; a flash of confusion appearing so abruptly, it was impossible to miss.

How did Hotch know where you kept your cleaning supplies?

"JJ?" Emily asked, her wine glass pausing at her lips. "Something wrong?"

"No." She tentatively shook her head, but her eyes stayed on you, searching your face as if trying to read the things you weren’t saying.

And you weren't saying much. Oblivious to JJ's stare, you weren't acting out of the ordinary at all - taking a sip of your drink, eyes flickering back and forth amongst the conversation. But as Aaron re-entered the room, your face lit up the smallest amount. He handed the carpet scrubber to Morgan, and reclaimed his spot next to you.

You looked relaxed, happy.

Aaron did as well. Too relaxed and too happy, as if he felt at home.

JJ did, however, nudge Emily with an elbow. One that read: start paying attention.

"Morgan, make sure you-"

"I know how to clean a carpet, Hotch." Derek bantered quickly, causing a smile to tug on the ends of Aaron's lips, cheekily looking in your direction as a laugh escaped you. Satisfaction pulled onto his face.

Emily's eyebrows rose. Oh.

The next instance that brought questioning, you all had congregated to the kitchen - another round of drinks for some. As Emily distributed the wine, Aaron took it upon himself to help you rinse off dishes and put them away. Handling it in advance, and saving the two of you time later.

As far as the rest of the team was aware, this was the first time you’d had any of them over. Usually, everybody would meet at Dave's house (mansion, he would correct) or eat out at one of the many establishments populating DC.

But Aaron acted with practiced ease. He didn't ask you where something belonged, no lost expressions filled his face as he tried to determine where something maybe belonged. He just knew.

Spencer's eyes followed him, weighing all the variables. Sure, your dishes were in the closest cupboard to your sink; logically that made sense. Rather convenient, a quick and easy unload, especially given at your height. Was it common sense, or prior knowledge?

But what did he know? Genius or not, he’d never been good at reading subtle cues like those.

Aaron's hand even brushed the small of your back as he passed - something that could've easily been dismissed as a casual, friendly gesture - the kind people make when squeezing by. But there was a quiet familiarity to it, a natural ease, as if he'd done it countless times before.

-

"Are you heading out too?" Dave asked Aaron, his eyes narrowing at him in suspicion. It had gotten late, and everyone had begun streaming out - grabbing coats and tossing goodbyes left and right.

Meanwhile, Aaron lingered quietly in the background, his shoulder pressed lazily against the wall with his arms loosely folded. There was no urgency in his posture - just a calm stillness, as if he had all the time in the world and nowhere in particular to be.

"Why wouldn't I?" Aaron feigned confusion, suddenly debating putting his shoes on to make it more believable.

But he was soon distracted by you - giggling wildly as Penelope refused to release you from her tipsy embrace. Your laughter echoed through the room, unbothered and bright, as JJ - her ride home - attempted to unlatch her from you. Aaron's lips lifted in an almost-there smile.

"Mhm." That answered that. Dave smirked, a wise and knowing glint in his eyes. "Hope you two have a good night."

[no-144444]

Hi! I'd like to request an Oscar Piastri x fem!reader SMAU mixed with an imagine where after they've dated for a while Oscar starts to become more relaxed and maybe even a little careless about him showing reader affection in public😏😏

changed man

꩜ summary: 3 times you realised oscar had changed, and 1 you understood why

꩜ pairing: oscar piastri x fem! singer! reader

꩜ a/n: thanks for requesting!

Red Flag on track

You’d noticed a change in Oscar in recent weeks. It was… strange. Oscar didn’t change much. He liked his hair a certain length (no matter how much you begged him to let it grow), he had his favourite clothes and rarely bought new ones, and he liked to be private. 

You thought an invasion of his privacy would make him retreat further, make him even more shy in front of cameras and fans alike. A few weeks ago, paparazzi had taken a picture of Oscar and you kissing, essentially announcing to the world that you two were together for real. It had upset you both, you wanted to tell them when you were ready. They took that from you, and it sucked. You thought it would mean going back to secret rendezvous and no more Grand Prixs.

But Oscar surprised you, as always, and he didn’t. He started kissing you in the paddock, holding your hand, hugging you during a red flag. It was maddening. It was whiplash. 

He walked up to you smiling, fresh out of the car with a red flag out on track for a bad crash, but thankfully, everyone was alright. The garage was buzzing, P1 for Oscar, P2 for Lando, a battle to ensue in the next 5 laps, rain pissing down everyone's necks. He had more than enough data to look at, and knew he still had a race to win, so what was he doing here? His hands circled your waist before you knew what was happening, and his head rested on your own as he talked to Tom over your head. You just stood there, shocked. You could even see his mum in your periphery, raising an eyebrow. You gave her a confused look back, and she just smiled and pulled out her camera to snap a picture of the moment. 

He squeezed your waist. “You alright?” he whispered over the noise in the garage. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care that he was getting water/ sweat all over you, so he leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you nodded. What the fuck is going on? You asked yourself. He must’ve picked up on it because he couldn’t stop smirking at the people walking by, pretending not to watch you two. He whispered directly into your ear. “You’re beautiful,” and left to get back in the car. 

You felt a bit light-headed. 

The Instagram posts

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Great weekend, thank you for the support from everyone, onto Montreal! @.youruser

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youruser always here to support :) -> oscarpiastri and thank god for that :)

user52 i love how he adds in a picture of her even though it doesn't make sense

user44 we stan an obsessed king

lewishamilton kids these days

user909 my goat wins again, in life, and in f1

user77 omg did we all see the way he kissed her when he won -> user321 fr i was like damn get a room you two

user907 i'm in love with Y/n -> oscarpiastri same

user3434 oscar piABStri

user456 bring back sexualising men plz

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youruser bit of osc, bit of friends, and two of me :) (shoutout oscar for being my photographer!) @.oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Always :)

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Solid weekend, awesome gig, onto the next! @.youruser

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youruser photographer osc strikes again! -> oscarpiastri too good a subject

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youruser omfg italy u have my heart please don't give it back @.yourfriend1 @.yourfriend2 @.hattiepiastri @.nicolepiastri @.ediepiastri @.maepiastri

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oscarpiastri offended tbh -> landonorris sybau -> oscarpiastri jealous -> landonorris pissed off that you constantly parade your relationship in my SINGLE face -> youruser firstly, love you oscar, secondly, I HAVE A FRIEND FOR YOU LANDO PLEASE TEXT ME -> landonorris Y/N Y/L/N I LOVE YOU MORE THAN HE DOES THANK YOU SO MUCH -> oscarpiastri yk I hate you both

hattiepiastri we love a girls trip -> oscarpiastri we HATE a girls trip -> ediepiastri shut uppppp

ediepiastri my perfect angel baby -> youruser my perfect stylist angel baby

nicolepiastri Love you! xxx -> youruser love you more!

user32 oscar be like 'i lost something once'

user312 his sisters ganging up on him? gagged!

user931 lando being desperate is insane

user131 i'm actually so single omfg.

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oscarpiastri Y/n appreciation post, so proud of how the tour is going and how beautiful the music sounds. Love you @.youruser

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youruser omg osc what is this -> youruser this is too sweet -> oscarpiastri i'm just proud of you :)

landonorris I love how he rubs it in my face that i'm single like holy shit dude, maybe i should take you out next race -> landonorris FUCK THAT SOUNDED WRONG -> landonorris I mean like crash into him not bring him to dinner or something -> landonorris Well actually idm we usually get dinner together on sunday nights sooooo -> youruser girl this is embarrassing sit down.

user48 i'm actually running in front of a train THEY'RE SO CUTE YOUR HONOUR

user31 get yourself a man who makes an appreciation post for NO REASON like omg love me next please

user890 i want them both

user532 parents

user21 holy shit she's gorgeous and talented i can't even hate her

user803 how did he bag her i'm in shock -> hattiepiastri that was me when he brought her home the first time -> nicolepiastri hahaha! me too! -> youruser awww fanks guys :) -> oscarpiastri i love how everyone thinks i have no rizz -> youruser omg i'm going to vomit u did not just unironically use rizz -> hattiepiastri we don't think it, we know it, this is an example :|

3. Kissing in tyre closets

He won again, and he was admittedly insatiable. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the half-bottle of champagne he drank, maybe it was just you, sitting in the corner of the garage so quietly and looking so fucking beautiful, but he knew he wasn’t going into a debrief without at least a kiss, but hopefully a bit more. 

He grabbed your hand and you assumed it was to walk you off to the car, promising he’d see you later once his media was done, but he didn’t. He looked over his shoulder for a split second and walked right into the tyre storage, pushed you up against the door once he’d closed it, and kissed the fuck out of you. You gasped into his mouth immediately, taken aback by his forwardness, and downright dirty tendencies. Though, that was quickly turned into a groan when his tongue pushed into your mouth, and his arms wrapped tightly around your middle, holding you against him like he couldn’t get enough. He smirked into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his plan working perfectly. God, kisses with you were intoxicating. 

“So pretty,” he broke from your lips to continue their attack on your neck. “Could see you from the top step, so beautiful,” he practically whined as his hands drifted to the hem of your shirt. You gasped. 

“Oscar Jack Piastri-” you started, but he was looking at you with those pleading eyes, the ones he knew drove you insane. 

“Please?” he added, and your resolve was broken. Your t-shirt was on the floor and his hands were already making quick work of your bra. 

Then a bump on the door. You both stopped, like how you would back at school when you realised you’d be murdered for being in the boys dorms and it was already lights out, with a teacher at the door ready for room checks. He went bright red, though disappointment coursed through his veins. He helped you get dressed as you tried to forget this moment, almost melting into a puddle of shame. Finally, Oscar opened the door, giving an oscar-worthy performance of pretending the door was stuck. Fat chance his mechanic believed it, but he couldn’t give a fuck, he was already hard and he had a press conference 5 minutes ago. 

“Wait for me, yeah?” he whispered, sending you in the direction of his driver’s room. “I’m not finished.” He added with a wolfish smirk. 

What had gotten into him? 

The explanation

You genuinely didn’t know what to do with yourself, here he was after years of being private, posting random photos of you in his race week dumps, hugging you during red flags, and not being embarrassed when you were found in the tyre closet, seconds away from being fully naked. 

“What is going on?” you asked one day, your legs strewn across his lap as you lay on the couch, scrolling through his instagram, trying desperately to make sense of his sudden personality switch. He dropped his phone onto his lap and turned to you, confused. “Where’s Oscar and what have you done with him?” 

He let out one of those real Oscar laughs, and you couldn’t help but smile. “What?” he chuckled, rubbing up and down your legs. “What do you mean?” 

You groaned into a pillow. “Ugh, you know what I mean! I kisses in public, and the hugging me during a red flag, and the nearly fucking indecently exposing myself to a member of your team!” you scoffed when he laughed. “It’s not funny!” you playfully kicked him, but he just caught your foot and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your calf. He was so gentle sometimes, it blew your mind.

“I love you,” he shrugged. “I was talking with my mum over the break and she said I don’t physically touch you a lot, and she’d noticed physical touch was your love language. She just… told me to do it more,” he explained. “Do you not like it?”  You loved it, every single second of it. Sure, it sometimes resulted in embarrassing moments or stupid pictures of you being posted on the internet, but you loved it. You grinned. “I love it,” you admitted, though you knew it would result in endless teasing. He opened his mouth to speak but you kicked his shoulder again. “Shut up.”

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The Artist Who Lives for the Plot

Warning/s: Fem!Reader, Mild language/casual swearing, chaotic energy (duh), unhinged humor, reader suffering (comically)

[A/n]: I had so much fun writing, and dw. Part 2 will be coming soon. It's time to live with them. If it all fits, that'll be the last and final one! Thank you for your support <3

Day 1: Staff Badge, Zero Fear

You just received a job. Technically, a side-job.

You needed the extra cash. Rent was due next week, and at this point, the only thing growing faster than your stress was the mold in your bathroom.

Being a webtoon artist had always been the dream. You studied—poses, anatomy, lighting, shading, even a bit of photography thanks to that one kind sunbae back in high school. You poured years into perfecting your craft. But… doing your dream job in reality?

Yeah. Not exactly how you imagined it.

Making money through art was already hard. Add today’s economy into the mix, and suddenly budgeting meant rotating between cheap instant meals and whatever eggs were on sale. Not the healthiest diet, but it got you through deadlines. Mostly.

Anyway. Enough with that depressing backstory.

Today, you were helping out behind the scenes—cleaning up, running errands, doing whatever the other staff didn’t have time for. The entire building was in chaos, people rushing around, shouting schedules, checking equipment. Apparently, some new boy group was debuting soon.

Like, in a week or something? You hadn’t seen them yet, but you had heard things.

"They’re gorgeous," One of the stylists whispered while curling a wig. "Like, inhuman levels of beautiful."

That alone was enough to catch your attention.

You weren’t trying to ogle anyone. You just needed some visual inspiration. For art, obviously.

So when someone asked you to bring water to the practice room? You may or may not have speed-walked your way there with the excitement of a fangirl and the blank expression of a very tired assistant.

The moment you opened the door, chaos greeted you. They were arguing. And loud.

Great for drama. Better for material.

"Do you want to achieve world domination or not?!" The black-haired one snapped, voice sharp like he was conducting a military operation instead of a boy group practice.

"Then hit the beat— on time!"

Ah, the leader. Jinu, you think was his name.

"You're 0.5 seconds off." The one who's half of his face was covered with hair flatly said.

"I told you, it’s called flair." Said the one with pink hair, heart-shaped bangs framing his face.

"You mean lag." The mint haired muttered, eyes glued to his phone.

"Shut it." Groaned the one with the ridiculous muscles, dabbing sweat off his face like a disappointed gym coach. "Let’s just start from the top before Captain Serious combusts."

That’s when they noticed you.

But by then, you’d already seen them—and everything else.

Oh, your eyes. They were blinding.

It was like walking into a manhwa panel. Ethereal lighting. Sweat glistening on toned arms. Perfect jawlines. Tall, broad silhouettes. You barely managed not to trip over your own feet.

This was it. The vision. You felt it. The inspiration burning through your veins.

You cleared your throat, doing your best to keep a neutral expression as you set the bottles near the mirrors.

And then, you said it. Casual. Straight-faced. Deadpan. "If this is what world domination looks like, I think the lighting needs work."

Silence.

They stared, blinked, and glanced at one another. Confused.

Jinu sighed. "Let’s take five."

The rest of the group immediately relaxed, stretching, dropping to the floor, cheering like they’d survived a war. Understandable. You heard they’d been practicing for hours.

You tried not to stare. You failed.

A voice pulled your attention.

"Thanks for the drink, cutie." It's the long haired dude. His voice was smooth and his smile was confident, borderline illegal.

Romance. That had to be his stage name.

Your eyes did a quick scan. You were mentally labeling all of them. It wasn’t weird. Not in a weird way. No. This was research.

Another one, shirt clinging to his abs like it was painted on, snatched a bottle and chugged it like he hadn’t tasted water in days. Abby, clearly.

You blinked. He was broad. The kind of chest that made you think of shirt buttons fighting for their lives. He smirked at you.

You immediately looked away and bowed slightly, mouthing a silent apology for being caught staring.

Then your gaze moved to the one on his phone, laughing at something you can't tell.

"That's so dumb." Mint hair said under his breath. His face? Cute. His voice? Low. Totally not what you expected, but love. You eat that kinda character up in stories.

He must be Baby.

Then there was the guy with long pastel hair partially covering his face. He hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even looked your way. Mysterious aura? Check. It's clear he's Mystery.

And finally, back to Jinu. The leader. He carried himself like someone dependable. Stern but fair, and he's like that because he wants to see them all succeed.

That's such an eye watering story.

You tried not to squeal. Really, you did. But your fingers were already itching to draw. You can't wait for break to come.

Speaking of break... You look at them. It's only been a minute since they started that. You shouldn't, yeah.

"Excuse me." And yet you're already speaking. "Would it be alright if I took some photos?"

The room quieted a little. You could practically hear their thoughts. Another poor staff member, helpless under their charms.

"Go ahead." Jinu said, offering a small smile. What a charming fella.

He seems like he’d be one of those knight captains in those historical webtoons. The kind who stands behind the throne, silent and strong, carrying the kingdom on his back without asking for thanks.

Daydreaming later, let’s get clicking!

With permission granted, you lit up and pulled out your phone, trying hard not to bounce in excitement. As soon as your camera opened, they were already posing.

Of course they were.

You took a few shots—clean, fast, a few from different angles. They assumed you were done. They assumed wrong.

You lowered your phone, frowned slightly, and pointed at Abby.

"Flex your arm. No—more toward that side. Yes, hold that. Chin down."

They all froze.

"Huh?" Abby blinked.

And just like that, a full-on impromptu photoshoot began. You were directing them like your life depended on it. They followed along, slightly confused but too prideful to stop now.

"Yo..." Abby muttered, peeking at one of the photos. "I didn’t know my abs could look this good. Muscle definition on point."

He's beyond satisfied and that boosts your confidence in your photography skills yet again.

Soon, the rest of them were swarming your phone, snatching it to see their pictures and gawk at their undeniably gorgeous self.

Before chaos could start between them, you took your phone back in your hands as a really huge and bright smile was on your face.

"Thank you so much for indulging this staff member her request!" You made your way to the door with an awkward half-bow, twisting the knob, turning back one last time.

"I’m rooting for you guys! You got this!"

And with that, you were gone. Silence lingered in the room.

"So are we just letting random staff direct us now?" Baby asked, glancing at the others. "Cool. Cool cool cool."

"Yeah." Romance agreed with a nod. "But she's cute isn't she?"

"Every girl’s cute to you." Abby said, bumping his shoulder against him and tossing an arm lazily around Romance’s neck. "Get new taste, man."

"She didn’t even ask for an autograph." Jinu added, almost puzzled. Usually people would ask for that. He did his research well, you know.

"She just wanted photos." Mystery mumbled, his head tilting slightly to the side.

"Of us," Abby said proudly, a sudden, inexplicable breeze swept through the room—no open windows, no vents. Just vibes(?)

The edge of Abby’s fitted shirt lifted slightly, just enough to reveal a flash of perfectly sculpted abs.

He smirked. "Duh."

Fast forward—

Your first day ended early. Convenient, right? That meant more time to look at the pictures you took earlier. You couldn’t wait to study those shots, not in a weird way.

You’d been stuck on one panel of your webtoon for days, and no matter how deep you dove into Pinterest or Google, nothing looked quite right.

But thanks to that idol group, your prayers were answered. Sort of.

You expected to be on the bus by now, earbuds in, zoning out to music. Instead, you were standing in front of a convenience store, digging through your bag for your wallet when a realization hit you like a truck.

No cable. No charger. Not even a hint of it.

You double-checked. Nope. Gone.

You groaned out loud, dragging a hand down your face.

"Perfect." You muttered with a scowl. "Love that for me."

Then again, a bit of late-night cardio never hurt anyone. Yeah, scratch that shit. The universe clearly hated you.

The studio was still unlocked, the lobby empty. You flashed your staff ID in front of the scanner near the door—it beeped, the lock clicked, and in you went.

The overhead lights had been dimmed. Most of the staff were long gone. The silence was oddly calming.

You retraced your steps, mentally going through every place you'd stopped during the day. The break room was empty. No luck. The side lounge? Same story.

Third option: the rehearsal room.

You sighed. "Third time’s the charm." You mumbled, adjusting the strap on your bag as you headed down the hallway.

Your steps slowed as you neared the practice room. The door was closed, but voices leaked through—low, intense. Not the usual banter or off-key singing. Just… murmurs. Uneven. Cult-like.

You blinked. 'Holy hell, they’re still practicing?'

You glanced at your phone. It was late. Your shift ended an hour ago.

What are they made of? Protein powder and ambition?

What are they eating? Dreams? Caffeine? Hope??

You needed to ask. Not for curiosity. For survival. Your deadline was crawling up your spine like a tax collector and you were this close to drawing stick figures for tomorrow’s update.

The lights under the door flickered—blue, then red, then something that looked like a Windows error message.

You stared. Paused. Maybe they were testing stage lights.

Maybe they were summoning Satan. You didn't care. You just needed your charger. So you pushed the door open.

"I’m really sorry for disturbing you, but—" No matter how tired you were from today’s chaos, you still had manners.

They stood in a loose circle, shadows stretched long and unnatural, and… was that a portal? How the hell did they manage that?

If it was an illusion, it was top-tier. What were they feeding these hologram artists? Everyone in this team was way too talented.

Six heads snapped toward you.

You only blinked, admiration shining in your eyes. "Cool cosplay. Is this for the music video?"

A beat of silence.

Then your gaze flicked to the ceiling, eyes narrowing in critique. "Lighting’s a bit much, though. Shadows are swallowing Jinu’s jawline—tragic. Tilt the main source up just a bit next time."

You said what you said and you don't want to wait for a reply. You turn on your phone flashlight and started scanning the floor, stepping past the demon-plush aesthetic like you were dodging cables on a cluttered set.

There. Your charger lay near the edge of the mirror wall.

You scooped it up with a triumphant sigh and gave them all a quick thumbs-up.

"Good luck on the scene rehearsal." You chirped, already walking toward the door.

Click.

The door shut behind you, leaving nothing but baffled beings.

"…Who was that?" One of the figures finally asked, voice low and sharp.

"Staff." Abby replied, blinking.

"A weird human." Baby added, eyes at the door just like the others.

The tallest demon tilted its head, "Should we take care of her?"

The hunger was clear in its tone. Like it could already taste your soul.

Jinu was the first to speak. "No," He said sharply. "Not yet."

There was a pause. The demon turned slightly toward him. "You hesitate."

"I don’t make moves without information." Jinu said, arms crossed. "She’s… off."

"Off?" One of the smaller ones asked. "She looked normal."

"She looked like she was analyzing us," He muttered as he thought back to your behavior from earlier. "Not scared. Not confused. She looked like she’d seen stranger things."

"She was watching our movements earlier," Mystery informed from his corner, his voice soft. "Sketchpad in her lap."

"You sure it's not some fanfic crap?" Baby deadpanned.

"No." Jinu replied, tone quieter now. "It wasn’t that kind of writing. It was too structured. Like she was mapping something out. Watching patterns."

The demons seemed vaguely amused by the theory.

"So… a spy?" One of them asked, half-joking.

"Maybe," Jinu’s expression darkened. "Or something else. Either way, I’ll figure it out."

He didn’t voice the rest:

She looked one of the demon in the eye like she was judging him.

She also told them to fix the lighting.

She moved like the demon was interrupting her schedule.

Either she’s an expert who’ll be a problem later…or just another idiot with good timing and bad boundaries. Still. Better to play it safe.

The demons didn’t press. They glanced at one another then shrugged. Fine. Let him figure it out. Would’ve been more fun if he let them eat her soul, but hey—he’s the leader.

Without another word, they vanished through the pink portals back to the demon realm, leaving behind silence.

It didn’t last long.

Romance sighed dreamily. "Okay but… if she is a spy, she’s kinda hot."

Jinu didn’t reply. He just rubbed his temples, the beginnings of a headache forming right behind his eyes.

First a debut, now possible espionage from the world’s most dead-eyed assistant with a sketchpad.

Great.

He’d already built enough stress to level a small village. Now this?

…Cool. Fine. He’ll handle it. He always does.

Still.

Lighting advice?? Who just— No. Never mind. He stood straighter, his focus clear as glass.

He'll take care of you sooner or later once he knows your motive.

And so you lived through the first day of your new side-job.

Sure, it ended with strange flickering lights, a suspiciously cult-like gathering, and the very real possibility that the idol group you just met might be into LARPing or, worse, weird method acting.

But hey, sick concept. You respect the dedication. You genuinely hoped they listened to your advice about the lighting.

Still, your charger was back in your bag, your sketchpad was bursting with ideas, you get to draw that panel finally, and your rent wouldn’t pay itself.

So, if a bunch of pretty boys wanted to summon smoke and dramatic lighting on company time?

Not your business—as long as they made great reference material.

As you draw, you think things like:

Abby’s arms practically had their own agency. You swore his biceps flexed every time he blinked.

Jinu looked like a man carrying the weight of his group… and your outstanding bills.

And Romance? Prince face, main character energy, and probably the type to Google himself just to read the fan comments.

You, on the other hand, were so innocently, completely unaware of what awaited you.

Probably harassment, but definitely plot.

Day 2: HR Is Not Ready for This

You didn’t expect much on your second day.

Maybe some light sweating, a few awkward water runs, and enough quiet time to sneak in some sketching or brainstorm for ideas on your story.

You just wanted to observe, breathe, survive. Simple.

But the universe and apparently five very nosy boys had other plans.

The moment you entered the room, the air shifted. Not dramatically. Just enough to feel… watched.

Your gaze moved from one to the next—Abby adjusting his shirt (and definitely flexing more than needed), Mystery casually stretching nearby like a ninja cat, Baby muttering to himself while scrolling, and Jinu… he was definitely looking at you.

But you didn’t notice that.

You were too focused on your clipboard, scribbling poses and notes like a diligent little artist.

"You’ve been staring again."

You jumped a little. Jinu’s voice. Low. Observant.

You blinked up at him. "Oh, um— sorry?"

His brow arched before a tiny smile tugged at his lips. An attempt to lighten up the air around. "It’s fine. Just… felt like you were memorizing our skeletons."

You laughed, a little too nervously. "No! I mean—well, kind of? I’m an artist."

"...Right."

Was that judgment? You should be offended, right? Yes. But inside.

"It’s for character design," You explained. "I draw for webtoons. You guys are… kind of perfect models."

Jinu studied you. Scribbly. Polite. Very tired. But his gut didn’t trust you. "…Just don’t publish anything weird about us."

You gave him a two-finger salute. "No promises."

He walked off—suspicious, calculating, and weirdly handsome about it.

You sighed, then looked down. You’d circled a line on your page.

"Too symmetrical. Suspicious."

The second day at work is fun! Yeah, right. Fucking fuck. Today's exhausting. And not the "Wow, they’re so dreamy, I’m swooning~" kind.

No. This was “I swear to god if one of them breathes over my shoulder again, I will throw this pen” level of tired.

You were just trying to observe quietly, take notes, and survive the shift.

But subtle glances? Apparently that translated to "please, harass me."

Romance started singing, badly, every time your pen moved. Said it helped set the mood. You told him to change the playlist.

Abby kept "accidentally" standing right in your view. Shirt raised. Flex engaged. Asking, "How’s the lighting on my triceps now?"

Mystery appeared over your shoulder with zero warning, stared at your sketch, nodded, then vanished again like an IKEA ghost.

Baby? Baby muttered your critique out loud just to mess with you.

"‘Neck angle inconsistent’? Wow, harsh." All while smirking so handsomely. Baby. As in the one from hell. With Wi-Fi and zero respect for your peace. Like his fucking members.

You squinted at him, nearly blessing the world with the ugliest scowl known to man. "How are you even reading that from across the room?"

He didn’t answer. He just smiled wider.

Oh, these bastards were enjoying your suffering.

Was bullying the new staff part of their team-building exercises? Hazing disguised as charisma? They haven’t even debuted yet!

The audacity when their Spotify numbers are still at zero.

You'd think world domination came with manners, but no.

Contrary to their faces—artfully sculpted by angels or Photoshop—their personalities were straight-up hellspawn. (Ironic.)

By the time you were done, your social battery had collapsed into dust. You passed by a staff member in the hallway, maybe a stylist or someone from props.

"You look… drained."

You nodded. "Drained is generous. I feel like I’ve been emotionally dry-cleaned."

They laughed. You didn’t. You're mourning your peace.

Meanwhile, back in the practice room:

The air was quieter now. But tense.

Jinu stood near the speaker, arms crossed. His expression unreadable. "She’s hiding something."

The others didn’t laugh this time.

"Maybe she’s just weird." Baby offered his thought.

"Doesn’t mean she’s not dangerous." Jinu replied.

"So what, we just keep annoying her until she cracks?" Romance said, upside-down on the couch, legs kicking in the air like a chaotic cat.

"No." Jinu’s eyes didn’t waver. "We keep watching her until she shows us what she’s really here for.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Abby grinned like he's excited and can't wait to act whatever on his mind. "So. Strategic pestering. Got it."

Jinu didn’t stop him, or anyone of the boys. Whatever it takes to make you crack he guess.

Later that night, you collapsed at your desk.

Still alive. Barely.

You flipped open your sketchpad, flipping past pages of poses, muscle references, and narrowed notes.

"Abby’s arms could run their own business."

"Romance: pretty, but loud."

"Baby = gremlin with a phone."

"Mystery—??? Stop teleporting???"

You sighed, poked at your charger, then scribbled one last line before calling it a night.

If tomorrow’s like this again, I might fake a cold. Or a coma. Or both.

Still... their interest in your art? Kind of flattering. Mostly annoying.

[to-the-stars8]

What Would You Like for Breakfast?

Jason Todd x Reader Ao3 NSFW 18+ Summary: You're shocked when the six-foot, scarred, hulking man you brought home from the bar tells you he's a virgin, but you'd be damned if you weren't going to make it good for him.

This is lowkey a sequal to this work, but this also works as a stand-alone!

Your kisses were hot and wet on Jason’s skin, marking a trail from his jaw, over his Adam's apple to his collarbone. As you worked to make him as pathetic as possible, his hands slowly, hesitantly, worked on your dress. 

He started with the straps, hands slowly pushing each one off your shoulder before fumbling with the zipper at the back. While his hands were slightly shaking, yours worked with more confidence—Pulling his shirt over his head with such speed it was like you were afraid it would stick to him if you waited any longer. The belt on his jeans was unfastened before he could register it. 

Jason was left a little breathless when he realized. 

“The zipper,” he gasped against your lips. He gave the zipper a good, solid tug to prove that it wasn’t going anywhere. Its stubbornness made the nerves in his stomach churn.

You breathed a laugh against his mouth as you pushed away from him a little bit. Reaching behind you, you fiddled with the zipper in calculated, meticulous ways, like it was a puzzle. 

“Damn thing,” You said with a giggle. After one more good tug, the sound of a ‘zip’ echoed in the mostly quiet room. As you shimmied out of your dress, holding onto Jason for support, you mumbled, “If I didn’t look so good in this thing, I would have thrown it out ages ago.”

Jason tried to laugh with you, but his mind was too distracted by your breasts. You must have noticed, because you took one of his hands and pressed it to your chest. He felt his cock harden as his thumb circled your nipple. You sighed and leaned up to press another hot kiss to his jaw, hands wandering his body. 

“Let’s move to the bedroom, hm? I think this hallway has seen enough action,” You whispered against his ear before taking his hand. Jason followed you like a dog on a leash. “I promise my bed’s comfy.”

When Jason entered your room, he thought it was pretty. Fairy lights around the bed frame, fake plants in corners, books scattered here and there. It felt like a place he could relax. You turned around, hands flat against his chest as you backed toward the bed.

"I...I need to tell you something," Jason said suddenly. It had been eating at him since you left the bar.

You paused, your expression shifting. "What is it, baby?"

Jason swallowed and pushed the words out of his mouth as fast as he could. “I’ve never done this before.” 

He was embarrassed and ashamed to be a virgin, more so since he was nearing twenty-three. But, he’d been working since he came back from the dead which left little time or desire to fuck anyone. Not that he was totally comfortable being touched by strangers when he first came back from the dead. It was your kindness, beauty, the comfort you made him feel, and cheesy jokes that got him where he was now. 

That, and Roy had encouraged him to go home with you. 

“Oh,” you said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Jason fiddled with his hands nervously, not sure what to say. When you patted the spot next to you, he did as you quietly commanded. There was a momentary stretch of silence before you finally spoke again. “Are you sure you want to do this with me?”

Jason finally felt himself take a breath. “Yes. If—if you want to, that is. I just…this isn’t just because you’re the first girl that—No, that came out wrong. I like you, and I’m attracted to you.”

You giggled, running your sweaty palms down your thighs before looking up at him. “You’re sure-sure about this?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

You nodded and rose to your feet. Jason started to follow, but you gently pressed a hand to his shoulder, guiding him back down. Stepping in close, you slipped between his knees, your forehead resting lightly against his.

As your nails scratched lightly through his hair, you mumbled against his mouth, “You mind taking these off for me?” You gestured down to his jeans. “Boxers, too.”

Jason, eager to please you, worked on getting himself free. Since his belt was already unfastened, all he had to do was work his jeans down his legs, his boxers going with them. You watched him closely, eyes drifting from his throat to his stomach, then lower. Kicking his jeans away, he sat before you, naked.

Your silence made Jason nervous. He glanced at your face, wondering if you were put off by his scars or something else.

When your gaze landed on his half-hard cock, your lips parted and your nails dug slightly into his shoulders. His hand reached up to lightly touch you, tracing a line from the curve of your hip up to under your breasts, making you look up to meet his gaze. A small smile tugged at your lips.

“You okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” He breathed. 

You ran your fingers through his hair again. “Good, baby. That’s good.” 

Before Jason could muster any words, you slowly dropped to your knees, hands dragging down his front as you did. You kissed the side of his knees, lips moving closer and closer until he could feel your breath against the head of his cock. 

“Is this okay, too?” You whispered, eyes flickering down to the leaking tip. Jason nodded, but you tutted and stood again. Your palms were flat against his knees as you leaned forward to get closer to his face. “I asked if it was okay if I sucked your dick? I didn’t hear a proper answer.”

Jason let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh as he leaned in, capturing your mouth with his. There was always something desperate in the way he kissed you, like each touch calmed the nerves. When he finally pulled back, his breath hitched, and his nose lingered against yours.

“Yes,” he murmured, voice rough. “It’s okay.”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you dragged your mouth along his jaw, then latched onto his neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. He twitched beneath you. You smiled against his skin before sinking to your knees again.

Your fingers curled around the base of his cock which was hot, heavy, and already slick. Jason gasped, head tipping back, fists twisting the sheets in white-knuckled fists. The sound made your stomach tighten with heat.

“Jason,” you whispered, letting his tip rest against your lips, teasing. A bead of pre-cum touched your mouth, and you licked it slowly, savoring the taste. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

He didn’t get the chance to answer.

You took him into your mouth and hummed low in your throat as he hit the back of it. What your mouth couldn’t reach, you stroked with your free hand. The other was shoved into your underwear, rubbing circles around your already swollen clit. You moaned when you felt him twitch in your mouth, your fingers moving to your core and pressing in. 

“Oh, fuck,” he choked out, voice wrecked. Jason didn’t know what to do. He wanted to chase the high that was approaching, to fuck your mouth, but didn’t want to hurt you. Instead, he held back, watching as your head moved.

“Shit,” he seethed when you pulled off his cock with a ‘pop’.  You didn’t want him to cum just yet, even though you were sure you would have loved the taste on your tongue.

You sat back on your heels, your fingers going back to working your clit for a second before you forced yourself to stop. When you looked back up, Jason was staring at you with half-lidded eyes as his cock bobbed up and down. 

Taking your hand out of your underwear, you spread your fingers to show off the wetness trailing between them. Jason’s cheeks flushed as he stared down at you, mouth open in awe. You looked like heaven kneeling before him with your lips plump from kissing too much, smeared in pre-cum and spit, as you played with your clit over the fabric of cotton underwear. 

“Did you like that?” You asked with a smile. Jason caught you as you wobbled a bit, knees a little sore from kneeling for so long, and you leaned into him. 

“Yeah, that was—Fuck,” Jason breathed, his back hitting the bed. You were straddling him now, soft thighs caging his hips under you. 

You giggled, leaning forward to kiss him. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, letting Jason taste himself. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so that your breasts pressed against his chest. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jason whispered. You moaned lightly against his lips, grinding down against his cock. He could feel your wetness through your underwear, sparking electricity through his whole body. “Fuck, you’re—you’re wet.”

“I am,” You said with a breathy laugh. “Wanna feel?”

You rolled to lie beside him, propping yourself up on your elbow and guiding his hand into your underwear. The soft squelch as his fingers met your folds made his breath catch. Your hand stayed over his, showing him how to touch you.

"Like that?" he asked.

You nodded, eyes fluttering. "Just like that. Oh—fuck, Jason, you’re doing so good, baby."

Lifting your leg, you guided his fingers to prod at your core. Jason seemed awestruck by how plush you felt when he pushed a finger into you, and how your body reacted. Your pussy fluttered around his thick finger as your hips began to grind down onto his hand. When he made a ‘come-hither’ motion, just like you had shown him, you cried out his name. 

Pride bloomed in his chest, and he added a second finger. You gasped, hand gripping his bicep. His fingers stretched you, just a little, and filled you in a way you hadn’t expected. 

“I,” You paused, gasping when he began moving his hand. “I don’t wanna cum, yet. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

Jason leaned toward you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Why not?”

You whined, reaching down to grab his wrist to make him stop. He did, waiting for your next command. “Just…not yet.”

You pulled yourself off his hand, clenching around nothing once you were empty, before moving further up the bed. He followed, but you stopped with a hand on his chest.

“Condom?”

“Oh!” He hurried off the bed to where his jeans lay on the floor. 

You watched Jason with a smile, pushing your thighs together and holding your hands close to your chest as the excitement rose. His big hands checked every pocket, turning them inside out, before checking his wallet. When that proved empty, he looked at you, embarrassed.

“I thought I had one, but I think I left it.” He dropped his jeans, standing at the end of your bed with his arms folded, like he was trying to shrink in on himself. 

You smiled and reached over to your nightstand. You felt around for a second before pulling out a condom. “Best advice I ever received was always to keep one of these bad boys in your drawer.”

You urged Jason to crawl back onto the bed by reaching for his hand. He took it, and you positioned him between your thighs, each leg resting over his hips. Tearing open the wrapper, you held the condom up. 

“You wanna put it on, or would you like me to do it?” 

Jason laughed a little. “I think I’d like you to do it.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” You said with a coy smile. 

His cock twitched when you touched it, and before you slid the condom on, you admired him. He was long and thick, flushed with precum beading on the tip again. No doubt he would give you a stretch—more of a stretching than that big hand gave you—but you craved it. 

Once the condom was on, you lay back against the pillows, reaching down to guide him to your entrance. He poked at you slowly, bracing himself with a hand on either side of your head before easing in.

Your mouth fell open with a long, loud moan as his dick split you open. Jason groaned, leaning closer as he pressed deeper, bottoming out. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath. Jason was broad—his body caging yours in a way that made you shiver. That alone was a pleasure you savored.

“How do you feel, baby?” you asked breathlessly.

Jason whimpered, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“I need to hear your words.”

“Good! Your pussy’s so good,” he whispered into your ear. “So tight.”

You moaned, nails digging into his sides as you mumbled back, “Then fuck it.”

His hips moved awkwardly at first, trying to find a rhythm. You helped him, guiding him to go slow and deep. Eventually, after shifting until you were nearly folded in half, he found it.

Every thrust hit your sweet spot, sending your eyes rolling back. His dick worked your pussy until you were seeing stars. For someone who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing, Jason was shockingly good at improvising.

“Kiss me,” Jason mumbled, turning his head. 

You gave him a lazy kiss, too caught up in how your pussy fluttered around his cock. One hand threaded through his hair, pulling him in harder like you couldn’t stand to let go. But when he started thrusting faster, you broke the kiss with a loud cry.

“Jason,” you moaned, slipping a hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“No,” Jason breathed. “Let me do it. Please, let me—I wanna—oh fuck—I wanna make you cum.”

That alone nearly sent you over the edge.

You moved your hand to his arm, clinging to him as your orgasm built. His fingers worked you just like you’d shown him—in slow circles that sent goosebumps across your skin. His hips snapped harder into yours, like this was the last fuck he’d ever get.

“Fuck,” Jason whispered. “I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled him into a wet kiss, whispering against his lips, “Shit, me too. Don’t stop—oh my God, don’t—”

You cried out into his neck, arms pulling him tight against you as your orgasm hit. Jason grunted, hips stuttering as he came, pressing deep like there wasn’t a barrier between you. A moment later, he collapsed on top of you, breathless.

You whispered sweet praise into his ear, fingers stroking through his hair.

When the room finally felt too hot, Jason pulled out slowly. Both of you let out soft moans at the separation. He rolled onto his back, catching his breath, while you draped your arm over your face, still floating in the afterglow. 

After a few minutes, you felt the bed shift and saw Jason go towards your adjoining bathroom. When he was gone, a bit of anxiety filled your chest, wondering why he hadn’t said anything. Had you gone too far? Was this just a fuck and run? The sink was on, and a second later, the toilet flushed. Sitting up, you were about to call Jason’s name when he emerged from the bathroom.

“Where are your washcloths?” He asked. 

“Under the sink,” You managed out. 

Jason disappeared into the bathroom again. The faucet turned on before he re-emerged from the bathroom with a washcloth in hand. He knelt onto the bed, hesitating as he held the rag toward you. 

“Can I wipe you down?” When you took too long to answer, he went on, “I mean, this is something people do, right? I know we’re both sweaty and…”

“Please,” You said quickly. “I’d like that.”

Jason nodded, running the rag over your skin, and you sighed. That encouraged him, and he moved to wiping your arms, around your breasts, and around your neck. There was a smile on his face, like he was enjoying the simple act of cleaning you up. 

You stopped him after another few minutes, scooting closer to him as you asked, “Did you like it?”

Jason laughed a little before admitting, “I think I could get addicted to you.”

There was a moment of silence before you whispered, “I think I could get addicted to you, too.”

“Good, good,” He said, holding back his excitement.

Placing a hand on his, you asked, “I know I asked you at the bar, but what was it that you wanted for breakfast tomorrow?”

When the two of you looked at each other, there was something there. Something deeper than sex or any kind of physical contact. It felt new, electric, and rare. Yeah, this was the kind of thing that only existed in novels or movies—or so you thought. It wasn’t love yet, but it was the bud of it.

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Backing Voice (Yan! KPDH x Fem! MC) Part 2

Synopsis: An ending tour marks the beginnings of a change. Just when everything was going so right. A meeting sparks emotions that were buried deep within one and another. What does that mean for our hunters and their source of peace.

Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn (?), Yandere (?)

CW: Illusion to an accident

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Word Count: 2.5k A/N: I'll be honest here, the yandere part is quite slow. Apologies if you're reading this purely bc of the yandere part. Also probably OOC.

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A lift plunges further into the stages interior with the three hunters excitedly discussing the sight of gold along the honmoon. All their efforts are paying off with the near closeness of blocking the demons away from the surface.

"Did we just see gold?!"

"Yeah, I can't believe we're doing it."

"It's so exciting!"

"Okay. You know what this means. Its time to release the song."

"(Cough) Whoa. That was weird."

"Good thing we're taking a break."

"Yeah. Sounds like you need the rest."

"Yeah. Just need a little water."

"Did someone say water?"

Just as the doors opened the girls were met with an entourage of staff, just to take care of their well-beings after the show. Meeting the proud smiles of their managers Bobby and (Y/N).

Urging to give them water immediately as they walk and Bobby complimenting them on their performance. (Y/N) walks besides the girls and adjusts some of their robes and getting permission to take off some of their accessories.

As a reward for the success and topping the charts yet again, Bobby organised a staycation at fancy resort for them. But they promptly denied since mainly Mira and Zoey were more excited about relaxing on their couch.

Since the resort is now available, Rumi states that he should go to the resort instead. Which Bobby promptly got a robe and face mask on.

"Oh, wait. (Y/N), are you okay? You seem a bit... um, tired." Bobby questions, pausing her exit to follow the girls. Granted she didn't get much sleep due to the stress of organising the venue with Bobby, along with keeping up with the girls every time a demon showed up.

Not to mention the three girls asking for little pointers and ideas for the stage performance up until she firmly told them to stop.

Look. She likes her friends, really she does.

She just wishes they would leave her alone sometimes.

Zoey clung to her space so she can get pointers and ideas for lyrics, while also eagerly curious as to what she does outside of the tower.

Mira is much more chill about how they spend time together, typically asking her to watch something on the TV and eat together. But she started taking more of her personal time and commonly asking where she went by herself.

Rumi can be described as professional, initially. She tried to converse first, but (Y/N)'s shaking body was enough to stop trying for a while. But again, they grew acquainted and the hunter began joining in on her lyric writing and demo making sessions. Though once again, she never left the poor girl alone.

Though for all of them...

They refused to.

"Y-Yeah... I just need to rest for a while. But I got some things to take care of before that." Pulling a reassuring yet still tired smile his way, before following the girls in their shadows.

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"You're telling me, that the girls released 'Golden'? Now?!" (Y/N) had been on the phone with Bobby as he made his way back for promotions.

(Y/N) was nervously fiddling with her good luck charm on her waist as she was taking in the news. But as much as she wanted to help with the promotions tonight, she couldn't hold off on what she had to do now.

Speeding through the streets with a guitar case on her back, a baggy hoodie and pants while donning a face mask to avoid people as much as possible.

She didn't wear a mask before, but fans started to recognise her as a manager for HUNTR/X. Her blood pressure by itself couldn't given her a heart attack right then and there when she heard that. Never again. She doesn't even know why they liked her so much.

The city nightlife has always been a somewhat suffocating, yet calming. Bustling crowded streets of people coming off work just to drink and let their worries leave for just a moment, families and friends going to dinner to spend time together and unwind. Such people made the night calming for her.

But the suffocating darkness that lingers underneath...

It always chokes at her.

However, her duties are of the most effective during those darkening nights.

Pushing away her inner anxieties and paranoia about herself, she pursues into the nightlife.

Coming down to a secluded park, long emptied for the streets and lights. Its playground seen better days and benches uncleaned with lingering brown leaves and twigs. By passing the structures, (Y/N) finds a suitable large old tree for herself. Its roots coming out of the ground and some leaving a space that make it appear like a throne among the tree.

Taking a seat in the centre and dismounting her case, showcasing to no one, a black electric guitar with gold and light blue accents along its body. A shiny exterior that makes look untouched, no lingering fingerprints or stains and signs of its use. A small notebook used and battered laid within the case. Stickers of the HUNTR/X girls and other musically themed ones about the cover.

(Y/N)'s touch detests the guitars unused appearance, but causes the accents to glow in the night. Picking up the notebook and flicking through the pages, she stopped at one page and put it to the ground, still visible for her eyes.

Tuning her guitar to its right sound, she began to pluck the strings.

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As the honmoon glowed its usual blue, a deep pink purple teared through like paper. Clawing out the hole is a purple hand, followed by a black sleeve of a hanbok.

As soon as their feet touch the ground, a puff of pink smoke covers their body to reveal a young man who looked like he just came out of a drama series.

Middle parted black hair with dreamy brown eyes that can melt a girls heart. A dark teel green hoodie underneath a black jacket, paired with dark blue jeans and shoes.

An attire fit for a heartthrob, an ideal standard perfectly. Too perfectly.

Gwi-ma gave his blessings to humour Jinu's demon boy-band plan, in exchange he would erase Jinu's memories.

Earlier than planned, he decided to scout out the perfect place for the newly formed Saja Boys to debut. Surfacing through the night was a perfect cover for him, nobody would take full notice of him just yet. Using this time to casually scope the area.

Smirking at the large number of souls in the night. Numerous fans ready to be converted into loyal fans for him and the boys.

Though as he was admiring an empty park, he feels a sudden rush of his heart racing. Clenching his chest like he had heartburn, he freezes in his spot.

'What is this? Why does my chest hurt?'

As Jinu was questioning his sudden chest pains, his head flicks up as his ears picks up a haunting voice coming from the park.

"Watch the sunrise along the coast"

"As we're both getting old"

"I can't describe what I'm feeling"

"And all I know is we're going home"

"So, please don't let me go"

"Don't let me go~"

A gentle yet haunting voice echoes through the empty park. Ruptures of calm and contentment filling those along the outsides of the park.

Nobody bothering to humour their sudden feelings and search for the source of the voice.

All but one.

Stepping on the old green grass, Jinu follows the closing strums of a guitar and the warming vocals of the singer.

"And if it's right, I don't care how long it takes"

"As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face"

The echoes of laughter from a once young girl fills her mind. Followed by the joint giggles and chuckles of a mother and father. All just happy to be together.

No care for what setting they were in, whether it was the busy streets of a city or the quiet hums of animals in the countryside, nothing could wipe off their joy and love for one another.

Until it did.

"Save your tears, it'll be okay"

"All I know is you're here with me"

"Ooh ooh, oh, oh oh"

"Oh oh oh oh oh"

A pitiful smile plastered on her face. Pouring her heart and soul into her voice.

Rays of blue and lavender light ripple through the city. Areas closer to the park reveal small parts of the honmoon, glowing a lavender purple.

A memory in her mind becomes as clear as an old tape record. Or one could say a thought.

Her body growing older and older. Watching as those who care for her grow weaker and weaker. A bittersweet image.

"Watch the sunrise as we're getting old, oh oh"

"I can't describe, oh oh"

"I wish I could live through every memory again~"

"Just one more time before we float off in the wind"

"And all the time we spent waiting for the light to take us in"

"Have been the greatest moments of my life~"

Hiding behind a tree Jinu peaks to manage out the silhouette of a figure sitting at the foot of the largest and oldest tree in the park. Based on the voice he could distinguish the singer to be a girl, but her hair was shaggy and covered her eyes.

He did not think this haunting voice would come from here.

"I don't care how long it takes"

"As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face"

"Save your tears, it'll be okay"

"You're here with me"

Lifting her head, facing up to the old branches of the tree. That pitiful sad smile she held brought something unknown to his heart. He couldn't place why it felt so warming. Yet so haunting.

He felt reassured for some reason. Like his guilt and shame was washed away, clearing his head.

There was no sound of Gwi-ma.

For the first time in 400 years, he heard nothing but the haunting yet comforting voice of the singer.

"Ooh ooh, oh, oh oh"

"Oh oh oh oh oh"

"I can't describe, oh oh"

The plucking of her guitar came to an end. An overflowing amount of lavender light spreads along the honmoon, but it didn't push him down.

He felt at peace.

Unknowingly to himself, he took a step out from behind his hiding spot. Continuing to take more and more steps until he was right in front of her.

"Are you the one singing?" He was mentally cursing himself for the obvious question.

The singer in question froze. Slowly turning up her head, Jinu is met with a shiver of nerves. Piercing (f/c) and gold eyes stared back. Her pupils constricting as her hands began to shake.

"W-Who says it was m-me?" He sort of expected a quieter speaking voice. Just not this melodic. Her body was nervously shaking from his presence alone. As a demon, he should feel a certain thrill seeing her so fearful from him. Alluring humans to listen to their own shame and insecurities so they can be consumed by Gwi-ma.

But he hated seeing her shake.

"Uh, you are the only one here. I-I just wanted to say that, you have a beautiful voice." The compliment nearly rolled off his tongue flawlessly. He felt unnaturally shy with her (f/c) eyes on him.

While Jinu was weirdly nervous meeting the singer, (Y/N) felt like she was sweating bullets.

'There's only one explanation for this.'

No regular human pays attention to her singing. The only reason why her backing voice is discussed online, is because its among their favourite girl group.

'He's a demon.'

"U-Um... thank you...its nothing special..." Quieting her voice until it became a near whisper. Trying to ignore the demon as she packs up her notebook and guitar.

"What's your name?"

'He wants to keep talking? Should I tell him?'

Its not everyday that a demon wants to get to know her. It was strange. Unnatural. But what malice did she hold towards the male who has done nothing but try to talk to her.

She's not really a hunter anyway.

"(Y-Y/N)..."

"I-I'm Jinu, its nice to meet you." He holds out a hand for a shake. But he's just met with a blank stare.

(F/c) eyes barely blinking while simultaneously looking him up and down. He's never felt so self-conscious in centuries, he was beginning to sweat.

Thankfully for him, she peeled her gaze off and locked up her instrument once again. Slinging it on her back once she stood up at full height. While this was happening, Jinu put his hand away faster than a car. He could feel blood rushing to his ears out of pure embarrassment. He doesn't even know why he feels this way, they literally just met.

"A-Anyways! I wanted to ask if-"

"What's a demon like you doing here?"

Her question catching him off guard.

She knew what he was.

'Is she a hunter? How does she know?!'

"A regular human d-doesn't usually pay mind to my singing." Her statement coming out a bit louder than before. She didn't exactly look happy with being noticed.

Though in reality, she was feeling her heart race.

Of course she knew the effects her voice has on demons. Its what her ancestors have been doing for centuries. Things just changed when her mother met the Sunlight Sisters. Their duties were altered by the wishes of the hunters.

She can freeze a demons actions just by them hearing her voice. But it does not strengthen the honmoon as much as the hunters. Her weapon can barely kill a demon. Yet her voice and emotion poured into her singing is always enough for them to leave on their will.

Beyond what her mother has informed her of their ancestors, that is all she knows of her capabilities.

Jinu on the other hand didn't know how to respond. Humans don't pay attention to her melodic voice? He was beyond stumped.

'How could the humans not listen to this beauty!? I-I can't even describe how it feels to my body and mind!'

He had to stop himself mentally before he went on a tangent he didn't know was in him.

"I-If you're done staring. I'm gonna go." Walking past him in his frozen like state, trapped in his waring thoughts. Realising she passed him, he quickly snapped his neck over.

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder. Lifting up an arm and doing a little wave, paired with the softest smile he's seen in years.

"I'll see you around, Jinu."

For the first time in 400 years, he met someone he wants to protect again.

Damn whoever stands in his way.

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Edit: Trying my absolute best here :') Its a bit insane. Also if anyone has ideas for duet ballad or even like r&b songs, pls tell me, its for the fic and an idea I have in mind. And tell me your favourite saja boy bc I badly want more content about them.

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Coyote was groaning and growling at her fingers in her fur, like her he wasn't doing it out of anger or a warning but his way of begging for more in their game, knowing she liked when he was wild. He growled again and moved across her collarbone, gave little fleabites across her breast and lapped at her nipples, before moving down her stomach and sniffing extra hard at her bellybutton making her laugh. He rubbed his head against her inner thighs making sure she smelled strongly of him, though there would have been no way she wasn't coming out strongly of her anyway, and he dragged his tongue flat against the bite mark on her thigh with reverence. Then he moved back to her panties, grabbing at them with his teeth and giving her a glance to make sure it was okay, before he tore them from her with a satisfying snarl, shaking his head almost comically once they were free and sending them flying. He dipped his head between her legs, dragging his tongue against her sex a few times with a deep grumble before he huffed and moved to nudge her over again, wanting her to get into position now before he got too excited. He went over her tail and found a little dust there, growling again as he lapped at that area slowly and huffing as she cried out from the contact. Then he was on her, somewhat rushing now with his own eagerness, once he was inside of her and connected he decided to finally indulge in that little bit of dust behind her ear, rumbling in pleasure and taking his time here. Their mating was familiar at this point, and he howled as he finished before sinking his teeth into the back of her neck again, remarking what he had done on New Years just days before, the idea of it scarring crossed his mind and sent another thrill through him and he let out another mild muffled yowl.

After several minutes he finally relaxed, coming back to his senses and drawing back to lap at the small beads of blood he had drawn with happy grumbles, then transformed back with his arms still around her. "God I love you Darlin'" he said with a big sigh.

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

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I'm So Glad You Almost Burned Down Your Entire Building

: Part 17 (Max's Version)

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The house was filled with Victoria's loud laughter and Max's occasional protest at something his mother said. It was a nice change to the calm they have most days. Making her way around the house, Y/n noticed that the window to the fire escape was open. As she made her way towards the window, she saw Jos sitting outside. The air outside was cooler as compared to the inside of the house. It was a nice contrast to the chaos inside. Y/n hesitated for a second, thinking whether she should disturb him or not. Before she could do anything Jos' voice came from outside, "You know you can join me if you want to," he said, looking at her before turning back. Letting out a nervous sign, Y/n made her way towards the fire escape, opting to lean against the ledge not fully going out.

The two did not say anything for a while, enjoying the silence the city had to offer. "You know, this place is not that bad," Jos said breaking the silence. "Got a nice view," he continued. Y/n smiled at that, "Ya, that's what sold me about this place," she said. "Well that and the fact that I needed a new apartment after almost burning down my last one," she said looking away in embarrassment. Jos let out a chuckle at that. Again silence filled the two. Y/n was about to go back inside when Jos said, "You're good for him." Y/n blinked, unsure how to react, "Umm...thank you," she said.

Looking back inside, Jos continued, "He's different now. More relaxed." Y/n didn't know what to say, she didn't want to overstep but before she could do anything Jos said, "Did you know, he texted me that night. The night he got arrested." Y/n did in fact not know about this. She looked at him almost in a little disbelief, Jos nodded at her and continued, "He didn't make much sense at first, but he did say one thing that I remember to this date, 'I had something good and you made me ruin it…I lost the one thing I never realized I wanted to lose'." Y/n's heart skipped a beat at that. Her face suddenly felt hot, she had no idea how to react to this information. "I didn't answer him that night," Jos said. "I honestly didn't know how to. I just kept re-reading that message more times than I'd like to admit." he finished.

Y/n looked at him and could see his expression soften, "I haven't always been kind, especially to him," he admitted. "I though pushing him would help prepare him. You've been good at reminding him there's more to life than that." Y/n smiled looking inside the house to see Max arguing with Vic, "He's easy to love, he always had been," she said. Looking back at the city Jos said, "I'm glad it's you." Looking at him, Y/n smiled and said, "I'm glad it's me too."

From inside Max called out for Y/n, "Schat, you good?" Turning towards the boy Y/n said, "Ya! I'll be there in a minute." Before going back into the living room, Y/n asked Jos, "You coming?" "In a bit, kid," was all Jos said, and with that Y/n made her way towards the boy, who was now eagerly waiting for her with open arms.

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warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, petnames, overstimulation pairing: oscar piastri x female reader a/n: first smut idk how i feel 🫣

you and oscar had been dating for just over four months and it was about time that you both had started to want to experience in bed with each other. wanting to see how well your bed life would go together, even though you already knew it would do wonders.

and you were right.

oscar obeyed your wish to start slow, to not actually fuck you yet, but just getting off with one another’s bodies. but you didnt know how desperate just that would make you.

you were laid down on the bed, legs spread open while oscar was between them, his hard and leaking cock just resting on your pussy. not pushing in, just resting on it. you whined and oscar only smirked, his hips slowly rolling forward, making his cock rub against your clit, the folds of your cunt desperately trying to wrap around his length.

“fuck..” he groaned, his hands gently resting on your thighs as he continued to slowly roll his hips. not rushing, not overwhelmingly, but calmly. his dick though—was throbbing.

he needed to get inside you as soon as possible, but he knew you wanted to go slow. you havent had much sex experience before him and this being your first time with him, oscar didnt want to scare you off.

but every fucking second was pushing his buttons, testing his will power. he desperately wanted to ruin you, make you scream his name, fill you up with his seed so much where you feel like you could explode. but he waited.

“mmh, oh god,” you breathed out softly, head fallen back onto the pillows. your lips slightly parted open and every so often ,, small whimpers would leave your mouth—only driving oscar more insane.

“yeah? how’s it feeling, baby?” oscar asked, his voice already breathless. his tone wasnt anything but genuine, wondering how good he’s making you feel from just this. begging for you to praise him, need him, crave him.

you blushed softly as oscars right hand went to caress your stomach, watching it suck in from the warm touch before relaxing again. “it’s good, so good,” you moaned quietly, his eyes lighting up as if you just gave him his favorite candy.

“can i go faster?” he asked. the second you nodded your head, his pace quickened. not too fast to be overwhelming, no, he knew better. it picked up slowly but surely. the redden head of his cock brushing so gently over your clit, your legs twitching everytime.

“mm, osc..” you moaned. oscars hips jolted forward, earning a gasp from you and a groan from him. his mind was drowning in thoughts of just you and with the sound of you calling out his name in such a sinful manner, oh he was gone.

“yeah, princess?” he replied back, eyes watching your face make all sorts of expressions, showing him how good he is doing. you didnt even say a word when you moved your hand to grab his and brought it up to your chest, allowing his hand to grasp a hold of your breast.

oscar cupped your tit and gave it a gentle squeeze, his heart pounding when you let out a needy whimper, hips jutting up into his own thrusts. he wasnt sure how much longer he could take in just this, with how good you sound, look, feel.

oscar must of pulled back a bit too much to you because in just mere moments his tip would be pushing slightly through your entrance, his mouth open as he leaned forward to take your lips into a kiss, his hips fully pushing forward into yours to push his cock all the way inside your cunt. you moaned loud but muffledly against his lips, your back arching off the bed and chest pushing against his own.

you placed your hands onto his chest and pushed him back gently, not rough to make it seem as if you were uncomfortable, but back enough in pleasure and shock that you just had to see what he did. and when you gave it a look, you felt yourself start to leak more.

“fuck, fuck, oscar“ you whined, not used to the feeling of being filled up. especially not by someone as big as oscar. he could only fake a gasp and mumble out apologies.

“fuck—baby—i’m sorry, it slipped in—“ he tried to say, but you saw right through him. though, you didnt even mind anymore, you weren’t angry because how could you be angry at him when he’s now fucking into your pussy softly? making it feel like he’s tearing you apart from doing nothing but soft thrusts.

“oh my god, just, just fuck me,” you whimpered, pushing your hips back against his own, trying to get more from him. and how could oscar ever resist a request like that? he grabbed onto your hips from both sides and pulled almost all the way out before he pushed back in, doing that over and over again while he slowly picked up the speed with each thrust.

the sounds of your wet pussy being fucked in by his cock echoed through the room, followed by loud moans from him and yourself. oscar was now pounding into you—fast and rough—you were on fire, your mind was blank and all you could feel was him.

“shit, princess, taking me so well,” he praised. his cock twitching between your walls as he desperately fucked into your heat. your stomach started to twist, your breathing started to stager, chest heaving. you knew you were getting close.

“m gunna cum” you cry out, thighs trembling from either side of his waist, he didnt slow down. he only went faster, his long thrusts making your body jolt forward with each fuck into you. he needed to see your face when you came, he needed to see how fucking gorgeous you looked.

“cum for me, cmon, make a mess on my cock.” he groaned, nails now starting to dig into your skin as he got rougher, pure desire to make you cum. your back arched off the bed again and your hands flew to his arms, desperately trying to hold onto something as you came onto him. “fuck! fuck! oscar” you moan out.

he didnt stop like you thought he would, he only started to chase his own high, pushing your legs close to your chest so he could fall deeper into your heat, hitting all new places to you. your whines and moans never ending, which only made him harder.

“feels so good, baby, your pussy swallowing my cock up so well,” he moaned lowly. sweat slowly starting to form on his skin, his hair covering his eyes as he only focused on using your cunt. the overwhelming feeling of being used after you came was catching up to you. your body twitching and trying to pull away from his thrusts, but he only fucked into you harder.

“please, osc—can’t take anymore,” you cried, but he only shook his head. watching how your eyes started to form tears but your face didnt show any signs of discomfort, just overwhelming pleasure.

“you can take it, your pussy was made for me, baby.” he praised, his thrusts getting sloppier as he felt his high coming. he watched as you practically screamed out his name when you came for a second time, your body worn out but oscar needed to fill you up. he needed to claim the insides of your cunt, mark them with his own seed.

“fuck, princess, im gonna cum. gonna fill you up,” he moaned. you nodded quickly, toes curling up as he fucked into you once, twice and three more times before he pushed his cock deep inside and stilled, hips slightly twitching as he released inside your walls.

oscar let go of your legs and let them fall to the sides of him again as he leaned down to kiss your lips, chest up against your own. you moaned into the kiss and let him fuck out his high into you.

“guess that wasnt starting out so slow,” oscar laughed, only making you roll your eyes at him lovingly. “says the one who tried to use ‘it slipped’, like really?” you fought back at him, watching his face turn red in blush.

he pulled out slowly and went to grab some clean up clothes, helping you to the bathroom so you both could shower. you got in and he got in after you, allowing the warm water to hit your bodies.

“okay, but it really did just slip in..“

“oscar.”

“okay okay, my bad.”

[lucidwntrr]

양정원 ───〃 BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK

“noona,” he pouts, pecking you with kisses all over your face, his boner poking right on your cunt, only the thin layers of both your underwear creating a barrier between the two of you. “are you going to make me beg for it.”

── synopsis: a request !! (Please do a sub jungwon fic, I NEEEEDDDDDD it 🙏🏼)

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!jungwon x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 2k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: needy jungwon, dry humping, sweaty & hot, noona kink (he would definitely have one), he calls you noona excessively, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), missionary position

it’s so hot.

you’re sweating, constricted, almost claustrophobic and blanketed in a layer of heat. you blearily blink your eyes open, adjusting them to the darkness of the room. it's a struggle when only a sliver of light shines through your window from the moon. the window that was also cracked to let in a slight breeze.

you can feel the most heat radiating against your back, it was burning you up like an oven. that’s when you remembered through your drowsy state that your boyfriend slept over tonight. he lay behind you, body tense, sweating copiously, breathing heavily against your neck, making the strands of hair on your nape stick to your skin. he had his arm slung over your waist and was gripping tightly onto your loose shirt, hands shaky.

“wonnie,” you sleepily whisper. you reach up, attempting to unfurl his fist from your clothing and slightly push him over so you can get just a bit of the cool air. he only tightens his hold.

“noona,” he whimpers, tentatively grinding his hips against your ass.

oh.

“relax love,” you say, trying to turn around and give him comfort, but only end up brushing against jungwon’s bulge and he instinctively pushes forward with a groan.

“what’s going on?” you mumble.

“noona,” he whines again, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you closer. he buries his face into your neck, sending a new wave of uncomfortable heat through your body. “w-when i woke up i was already hard and you were pressed against me.”

you sigh, using your hand to instead caress his arm that held you in place. you can’t ignore how aroused jungwon, his dick poking you is a constant reminder of that.

“i need you,” he whispers, slowly grinding against you again with a tiny moan. “i want-“

“junwon, it’s way too hot to do that right now,” you tenderly say, patting his arm, signaling for him to let you go. “you’re literally burning up,” you continue when he holds you even tighter - a protest against you.

“please, i need you,” he tries again, trailing a hand under your shirt and up to cup one of your breasts.

“you don’t need anything,” you reply, a different type of warmth igniting between your legs, but he doesn’t have to know that. “you’re just horny.”

jungwon huffs with a pout. “i can’t help it,” he says, pressing a kiss to your sweaty neck. “you feel so good against me noona.”

“jungwon, i said-“

“please noona,” he breaths, rubbing against your ass intentionally. “let me fuck you.” he finishes, leaning over to bite your ear.

fuck. you try to contain yourself, stopping yourself from flipping him over and using him until he’s begging you to stop, make him regret his words. as much as you want to do it, it’s just too hot and you know he's just trying to egg you on.

“okay,” you reply nonchalantly.

jungwon pauses, “huh?”

“you can fuck me.”

you feel jungwon’s mouth open and close against your ear, struggling to find his words. “really?” he settles on.

before you can speak, he turns you over and parts your legs, putting himself in between them. he leans down, his face so close to yours that you can feel his wet hair strands tickling your forehead. “you’re really going to let me?”

“yes but-“ you feel jungwon snake his way back up your shirt, his damp hands trailing up and down your sides. you thunk him on the forehead softly. “not right now.”

“noona,” he pouts, pecking you with kisses all over your face, his boner poking right against your heat, only the thin layers of both your underwear creating a barrier between the two of you. “are you going to make me beg for it.”

it’s clear that he won’t move unless you push him off, but despite how hot and sweaty you both were, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. there was a stronger part of you that wants to play this out. the way jungwon is practically begging, excites you.

“we can do just this,” you offer, rolling your hips against his, making jungwon needily moan. “but that’s it, just grinding.”

jungwon eagerly nods, “please.”

you can’t see his face clearly in the semi-dark, but you can bet that his face was deeply flushed, not only from the heat that fills the room, but in arousal. he’s breathing heavily, each pant fanning across your face.

you reach out to lovingly touch his face, the glow of the moon casting a slight shine against it. you weren't surprised to find it was warm. you caress his cheek, jungwon nuzzling into your touch, before sliding your hand up to push his hair back from his sweaty forehead.

jungwon doesn’t move as you map out his face, just holds onto your waist . traveling over his nose, to his jaw, pressing your thumb against his wet bottom lip. your finger coming back moist from him breathing hotly against it.

you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. jungwon immediately melting into it, all spit and tongue as he hungrily makes out with you. your other hand drags down his bare chest, his abs tensing under your touch as you skim past a nipple.

at the same time, you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him so you were pressed together, no space left between, as you grind up against his throbbing cock. jungwon chokes, hands scrambling to clutch your waist, breaking the kiss to moan into your mouth. “noona,” he whispers, with a breathy voice.

you lean in to kiss him again, taking your time with him this time, despite jungwon’s rising eagerness. he steadily ruts against you as you flick a thumb across his nipple and draw a gasp from him. you circle around the bud, teasing, and jungwon has your hips in an almost bruising hold.

“easy,” you murmur.

jungwon is desperate as he unapologetically whines, his trembling arms, moving from your hips to by your head, barely being able to hold himself up, too wrapped up in pleasure. he’s hot. he’s sweaty. but he can’t stop himself from grinding his aching cock against you.

“noona,” jungwon calls out your name once more, a mantra that he can’t help but repeat.

“yes~” you hum.

“i- i know you said no more than this but-,” he stammers, leaning back and running his hand down your chest to in between your legs. he runs a finger over your underwear, making you shiver, despite it being hot. “you’re clearly turned on too.”

“what are you trying to say,” you ask, raising an eyebrow that jungwon couldn’t see.

“doesn’t that mean you want to fuck me too,” he breaths out. moaning when he slips a hand into your underwear and slides his finger through your wet folds. “hm, noona?”

you chew on your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting a moan slip, shocked at how bold jungwon was being.

“you want to fuck me that bad?” you question, voice strained as he takes his thumb and massages your clit.

“please,” he begs, dipping a finger inside you. the moan you were trying to hide, forcing its way out your throat. “i’ll make you feel so good noona.” you don’t say anything at first, silently grabbing jungwon’s wrist and guiding his hand out of your panties to rest them on the waistband.

“take ‘em off,” you instruct him, to which he happily obliges, sliding them off in record speed. he removes his boxers as well before settling comfortably back in his original position.

“can i,” he pants, massaging the flesh of your sweaty thigh and waiting patiently for you to give him permission. you reach between you both, taking ahold of his cock and aligning it with your entrance, teasing him by dragging the tip through your dripping lips.

“please noona,” he breathily whimpers, body trembling and eyes fluttering as he holds back from pushing into you.

“mm, wanna feel yourself inside me,” you purr, sliding your hand to his hip and pulling him forward.

“yes,” he breaths out, gasping as he slowly sinks into you inch by inch, hands finding solace on your waist.

jungwon was by no means small. he was so thick, that you have to take your time when taking him in, often having to remind jungwon of that. it didn’t bother you too much though, as the feeling of him filling you up was breathtaking every time.

“noona,” he moans, not for the first or last time, as he bottoms out. “you’re so tight noona.” his eyes have rolled back into his head, sucking in his bottom lip as he felt you stretch around his cock.

you hum as jungwon starts to rock his hips in and out, taking his time to feel every inch of you. every push in hitting all the right spots inside you, knocking a choked moan out of you. each motion sending tingles down your spine.

it isn’t until you run a hand up his stomach, that his hips buck roughly into you. he leans down to smash his lips against yours, delving his tongue in to lick around your mouth as he frantically slams his cock into you.

you nip at his bottom lip, making him whimper and drive himself impossibly deeper into you, a loud squelching coming from both of your fluids. the way you were gripping onto his cock so firmly was heavenly to him. every inch of being embraced in your wet and warm heat was bringing him to the edge, and fast.

despite how sweltering it was with you guys fucking like animals, you wrap both your arms around jungwon’s torso to pull him down on top of you.

“noona, it’s so good,” he nearly cries in your ear as he thrusts into you. “y-you’re so tight.”

“you said that already,” you tease, causing jungwon to retaliate with a particularly hard thrust that makes you moan loudly and sink you fingernails into his strong back.

"i love being inside you noona," you can feel him tense under your hands, his thrusts getting sloppier, his orgasm surely getting closer. jungwon could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he pumps his cock in you.

“n-noona, im gonna cum,” he announces, as he feverishly fucks you. his hips snap against you, hitting against the deepest part of you over and over again, bringing you to your climax. “i’m gonna cum noona.” he repeats. the sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the room, mixing with jungwon’s loud moans and groans.

you feel him cum before he can say he’s cumming. continuous spurts of hot cum filling you up deep inside, jungwon grunting, his vision going white, as he weakly thrusts as he cums.

the feeling of him cumming inside send waves of pleasure over you and fuels your own orgasm. jungwon brokenly whining as you clench around him and ride out your high.

jungwon, lays his full, sweaty body against you as he catches his breath. you could feel his heart beating out of his chest and the final twitches of his cock as his cum leaks out of you.

you caress his back gently in comfort, even though you were quite uncomfortable with all the sweat, a deep sigh being heard from jungwon as he gets settled.

“wonnie, we are not falling asleep like this,” you deadpan, tickling his side to make him roll over and you could almost scream with happiness when the cool air from the window hits your skin.

“rude,” is all jungwon says, pouting once again, before falling asleep like he didn’t just wake you up to fuck and making you scoff.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[goobstars]

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄

summary : headcanons about what it's like to date jax.

tags : romance, censored profanity, heavy flirting, and jax in a maid outfit.

note : i tried to make this as in-character as possible.

— when you first started dating jax, you didn't know what to expect. would he secretly be a huge romantic? would he continue to act the same?

— luckily for you, you got a mixture of both!

— jax is the type where, when he's around the others, he'll treat you like how he did before you both started dating. he'd pull pranks on you, make idiotic remarks, etc. despite the fact everyone knows you're both dating, he doesn't want the others to think he has a "soft spot" for someone.

— even though it's fairly obvious he has a soft spot for you. while he does treat you like how he used to before, everyone noticed how his pranks were slightly lighter and smaller, and his stupid remarks were filled with more playful taunts rather than his usual provoking ways.

— now, when referring to how you got a mixture of both, that also means jax has a romantic side.

— who knew? certainly not you.

— he isn't the flashy type, but he's the type that does small stuff that speaks volumes.

— he's the type to notice the small things. he'll note in his head how you react to certain things like conversation topics, and he'll start asking you about those topics just to see you get all excited.

— will he call you a nerd if you know a lot about that topic? yes, but he doesn't mean it in a mean way.

— that's also another thing. all of those nicknames he called you suddenly have a flirty tone to them.

— his favorite thing to call you? doll.

— and he knows it's you're favorite, too, so he will be teasing you with it every chance he gets.

"jax, what did i tell you about going into my room without permission?" your question was only met with jax's smirk as he shrugged, "i don't know. what did you tell me, doll?" before you could speak, your mind comprehended his words, and your lips slightly pursed as you stared at him in silence. you knew what he was trying to do by calling you that, but despite the fact you were aware of his game, you didn't call him out on it. the rabbit's smirk only grew as he took a step closer to you, and he leaned down by your ear. "what's wrong, doll? somethin' on your mind?" "die." "fiesty..." he grinned before straightening his back, and you only turned around and walked away from him in irritation.

— he loves irritating you, but only because that means later on, he gets to sneak into your room to "apologize" to you.

— he doesn't apologize. he just wanted an excuse to go into your room.

— why does he want to be in your room? because it means he gets to be with you without the eyes of all the other members being on you both.

— now, while he acts all cocky when everyone else is around, that act fades a bit when he's in your room. he's quieter as he gets on your bed and settles himself near your side.

— he would be the little spoon when you both cuddled. sometimes he'd like to hold you, but most of the time, it's nice for him to just be held as he gets to relax with you.

— he will tease you with the different outfits he gets during adventures.

— usually, his outfits stay the same, but he notices the way you look at him a little bit more when it changes, especially when he was in that suit at the bar.

— he saw you eyeing him, and he wouldn't stop teasing you.

"like what you see, doll?" you only rolled your eyes at his words as you fidgeted with the glass in front of you—swiping your finger across the top of the glass while jax placed his elbow on the counter and leaned against his palm. "you didn't deny it..." "be quiet." you mumbled, and jax only grinned. "make me, dollface." the others were too busy facing ragatha as she talked about something, so you took the opportunity to grasp his tie before pulling him close. the action slightly caught him off guard as a light flush sprawled across his face, yet his smirk never dropped. "just admit you like how i look in this outfit." you only paused for a moment before tugging his tie closer, and you placed a quick kiss against his cheek. a dazed expression crossed his face as he stared down at you, and he tilted his head. "that works, too..."

— the only time you admitted you liked his outfit was when he got put in a maid costume.

"i definitely like what i see..." you teased as jax's face only flushed more, and he slightly glared at you. "shut.up." "what? you look good! do a spin for me—" "shut the f*#$ up."

— jax would then proceed to pounce at you right then and there.

— did he hurt you? no, it was something that he would never do, but he did shake you a little bit while griping about how you betrayed him by voting for the maid outfit to be put on him.

— finally, he would always make comments about how he was your boyfriend, and he would do it just because he likes the idea of him being your boyfriend.

— you're going to your room? he should go with you since he was your boyfriend. you were going to go ask caine something? he should go with you since he was your boyfriend. you were going to take a small step away with him so you had some space in your bubble? he would take multiple steps towards you and invade your bubble because he was your boyfriend.

— he liked the idea of him being your boyfriend, even if it was in the digital world.

[emisluvr]

hello!! bit of appreciation before we start, i love ur writing sm mwah it makes me wanna kiss ur brain. ur litr my fav enha writer ilysm💔💔 may i have the permission to request like sunghoon coming back after a performance all tired and stuff and the reader wants to help him relax and he gets all subby and stuff :3

omg hihii !! ♡ thank you sm you’re literally the sweetest angel ever ㅠㅠ i’m gonna kiss your brain instead bc this is so yum

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), oral sex, sub!sunghoon, begging

sunghoon's exhausted from his performance, body weak and sore, hair and skin damp, just wanting nothing more than to feel his pretty girl suck him !!

"my poor baby needs help relaxing?" you tease, dragging his leaking, twitching cock across your soft lips, painting them with his precum.

"m-mhmm.. please," he begs, voice cracking, hips jerking up as he silently pleads for you to take him whole.

you lightly slap his tip against your tongue a few times before wrapping your mouth around the head and sinking down until your lips meet the base. his head falls back, a soft groan spilling out as you hum around him, savoring the salty taste before pulling off to lick your lips.

"such a good boy for me," you giggle, sinking back down to suck him, hands stroking his length in rhythm with your bobbing head.

"fuckfuckfuck—i can’t.. i’m gonna.." he whines, tears pricking his eyes, thighs trembling while you sit pretty between his legs, sucking his cock like it’s the only thing you know how to do.

your mouth pulls off with a wet pop. "not yet, hoon. wanna hear you beg for it."

he sobs softly, eyes glossy, voice shaking. "please, let me cum, pleasepleaseplease—"

"mhmm, just like that," you purr, hand pumping him faster, spit and precum dripping down to your wrist and staining your chin.

his moans turn high-pitched, body twitching on the couch as he finally cums, cock pulsing while he whimpers your name, warm milky spurts filling your mouth as your stroking slows and your lips pull off him again.

you look up at him, his head thrown back, cock flushed and twitching against his abdomen, adam’s apple bobbing.

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

[sleepy-little-stars]

so far, we are so close

synopsis: rafayel makes your wedding dress.

andy speaks: title is from "so close" by jon mclaughlin it's a song from the movie enchanted and i feel like it really fits rafmc ☹️ not sure if he's in character this is a word dump n a peace offering so raf comes home in early pity 🙏 i wanted to write smth in regards of the upcoming wedding banner 🥀 listen to the song for the whole experience 🫶 one of the og disney yearning songs ✊

“you know, the groom isn’t really allowed to see the bride’s dress.”

“why’s that?”

“it’s bad luck, they say.” you shrug, shoulders moving just the slightest to not disturb your fiancé in his element.

most common traditions forbid the groom from seeing the bride’s wedding dress before the ceremony. say it might bring bad luck, jinx the wedding, or even scare off the groom into running away before the vows are exchanged.

this tradition is meant to maintain the element of surprise—or maybe to make the groom die of curiosity, wondering what his gorgeous bride will be wearing. it’s up for debate.

“don’t be so tense. relax, it’s just me.” rafayel breathes out a few inches away from your ear. his hands are busy draping fabric over your body, securing each fold with a pin pushed through ever so gently, as if the idea of accidentally pricking you is offensive to him.

rafayel does not care for traditions, it seems. not only is he seeing you, but he’s helping make your dress. actually, not just helping—he’s making the dress from scratch. with his own hands. with all the stubborn grace he’s known for.

he spends sleepless nights sewing pearls onto the bodice by hand. you’ll wake up in the middle of the night, his side of the bed cold, only to find him in his studio, crouched like a shrimp over his desk. you’ll hesitate for a moment, not wanting to be a bother. but then you’ll find yourself waddling to his side, ushering him to bed like a siren luring sailors lost at sea.

he whines and complains, but it’s nothing serious. he never says you’re interrupting. he just lets the needle fall from his hand, leans back, and lets you pull him by the wrist until he's tucked under the covers with you. sometimes, he falls asleep instantly, passing out as soon as his head hits the silk-covered pillows. other times, he just watches as you drift off—his arm tight around your waist, his breath steady, as if anchoring himself to the present. to you.

the dress takes weeks. he redoes the hem of the skirt five times. he hums when it reaches your knees, groans when it’s too long and flowy, winces when it’s too tight around the thighs (he enjoys the view, even if for a bit). you tell him it’s perfect each time. he doesn't listen. he says you are perfect, but the dress needs to earn the right to be near you. to be worn by you.

and the night before the wedding, he asks you to try it on again. under the moonlight shining through his skylight, you look even more ethereal than usual. the dress shimmers, hundreds of pearls glimmering with every movement. rafayel realizes once more that waiting is always worth it if you’re the one standing at the end of the line.

his lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something. but he doesn’t.

because for once, rafayel is speechless.

the day after, during the wedding, when he sees you walking down the aisle, he’s breathless. he acts like it’s the first time he’s seeing you in the dress he made with his own hands. he’s in complete awe.

so far, he's walked through many lifetimes chasing after you, and losing you in the process.

so close, you now stand with only a breath between you.

and when you finally close that space—his hands warm, albeit trembling, against your cheeks, and his eyes shining with tears—he thinks:

throughout different timelines, maybe you were always destined to be his.

only this time, he was fortunate enough to be here with you—not just as your god, or your partner, but as your husband.

and you, finally, his wife.

[dykeriver]

⠀ heavenly. ⟨ ellie w. ⟩

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❝ feeling it slow, over this dream,

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips. ❞

or ;; having a downright lazy morning and smoking a joint with your girlfriend, ellie, leads to a thing or two.

wc: 1.5k

⠀cw + oneshot under the cut . . . !

⠀cw: recreational drug use (marijuana), sub-bottom!ellie, intimacy, fingering (e!receiving)

quiet music thrums through the small, dated radio in the corner. smoke hangs in the air, draping the room in a foggy heat. the sun shines through your open bedroom window, rays of light laying bright, rectangular splotches against your bed sheet. you inhale a deep pull of smoke into your lungs, holding it there for a long moment before blowing it out. your girlfriend takes the joint from between your fingers, breathing in her own sizable hit and sighing it out in an earnest yawn.

god, do you fucking love lazy noons like this; ones where you can just lay in bed with ellie smoking and basking in the warm, summer morning heat. kissing lazily, soft touches and content sighs. there’s nothing better than waking your girlfriend up on a saturday with a joint, watching her sleep swollen eyes open and a tired smile immediately making its way onto her freckled, sunkissed face.

ellie passes you the joint, and before you hit it again you lean in to kiss her, slow and lazy. she’s got sleep breath but you truthfully don’t give a fuck, deepening it a little before ultimately pulling away to breathe in the herbal smoke. you can feel the high hitting, relaxation rolling through your body like a gentle, persistent wave. you hand the joint back to your girlfriend and lay down, sagging against the plush pillow. your eyelids feel heavy, and you just simply bask in the warmth of the sunlight.

your girlfriend takes a long drag of the blunt before leaving it to sit on the nightstand. she holds it in for a bit too long though and just about hacks up her lung, pulling a pillow into her face the cover the sound. you can’t help but giggle at her, rubbing ellie’s back as she wheezes.

“god,” she groans, leaning into you and whining into your neck. ellie starts giggling too after a moment, this downright endearing sound that makes butterflies erupt in your chest. “oh, shit. man, that just fucked me up.” she professes.

“i’m flying a little too,” you agree, bringing a hand to her short, messy auburn hair and stroking it. ellie leans into your touch with a quiet, pleased sigh, reaching her hand up to your shirt and taking a small fistful of it. she swings a leg over yours and hides in your neck once again.

“sweet girl,” you croon. you pull her closer, resting a hand on ellie’s hip — right between where the top of her boxers and the bottom of her shirt fall apart from each other. your thumb strokes over the area, and ellie breathes this hum of something. comfort? something else, perhaps?

your suspicions are confirmed when she lets out this pathetic little squeak of a sound, her grip in your shirt tightening. and like — you’re high. you don’t feel like beating around the bush, and so you simply say “you’re needy,” tracing your fingertips along the hem of her loose t-shirt. she huffs, and you slip your hand underneath the worn material. ellie’s warm skin feels soft, like home. you take a deep, pleasant breath and smile at her. she’s starting to fidget a bit, adjusting her position sporadically, and you know why but you want her to verbally ask you for what she needs.

this shifting lasts for a few minutes, until finally ellie huffs again. “babe,” she mumbles into you. you stroke against her bare skin softly, so softly, and she whimpers. “i need something…”

“what do you need, honey?” you ask quietly, fully aware already of what she’s craving. still, you wait, fingertips tracing gentle patterns against her. you feel yourself growing wet, but you’re not really interested in focusing on your own pleasure right then.

“takecareofme,” ellie pleads, the words all slurred together. “please, anything, i- i need you.” she looks up at you, puppy eyes hooded and pupils dilated, nose softly blushed.

you can’t leave her hanging, can’t resist the girl curled up against you, and so you lean in and kiss her. deeply, deliberately your lips move together. a groan escapes your throat involuntarily, and ellie whimpers again in return. you push her sleep shirt further up her chest, skimming the tip of your thumb against her small breast. she gasps, and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.

“baby, please,” ellie’s voice is growing a little frantic now, and if she’s desperate enough to start begging, you don’t want to make her wait any longer. you reach down, slipping past the hem of her boxers. she lays on her back against the pillow to help you get a better angle. you press a bruising kiss onto her lips, slipping your fingers into the folds of her wet pussy. ellie shudders out this trembling breath and your stomach genuinely churns with desire.

you easily find her bud, rubbing soft circles around it. she grabs at your wrist and you don’t even think she realizes it, green eyes jammed shut in rapture. “oh god,” ellie spills out, breath hitching as you move your fingers to tease over her entrance. “pleasepleasepl-”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you,” you shush her, dipping two fingers inside of ellie to soothe her. her jaw drops slightly open, bottom lip trembling with need. “that’s it, sweetheart…” you coo, rubbing against her wet, velvet walls. she’s tight and so goddamn hot inside and you feel like you could pass out in sheer fucking pleasure, right then. you build up a steady pace, sliding your fingers in and out of her. ellie clenches against them like she’s trying to keep you in forever.

“t-talk to me,” she pleads, needy and eyes opening. they’re hazy, clouded and foggy with lust and pure, unadulterated carnality. “need… need your v-voice.”

“that’s my good girl,” you sing immediately, “did so well using your words for me.” and ellie chokes out this raw, feral little noise. it makes your chest ache with want, and you kiss her again. she whimpers into your mouth and you speed up the thrusting of your hand. “you’re taking my fingers so fuckin’ good.” you pull away to say into her sweat damp skin.

“fuck, fuck-” ellie sputters, grinding against your hand. you quicken the slide of your thumb around her clit and she clenches around you again. you can feel the lust radiating off of her so much that it’s palpable, reaching out and warming every part of you like a ray of sun.

“you’re so wet around my fingers, honey,” you purr into her ear. “and the fact that this is all for me… isn’t that right, my ellie?” her clit twitches against your thumb.

“yes, yes!” she wails, nodding frantically. “all for you…” she’s borderline hysterical now, breaths coming out frenzied and unsteady. she’s unmitigatedly sinful like this. her grip on your wrist transfers to the front of your shirt, clawing at the thin material. you can feel her legs squeezing around your wrist, attempting to close in all her pleasure.

“yeah,” you agree, voice heavy and thick with arousal. you’re ready to lay the final nail in the coffin, now, and you press against that sweet spot inside of her accordingly. “cause this is my pussy, isn’t it baby?”

all at once, ellie full body tenses, this pathetic, squeaked mewl of a sound coming out of her. your fingers are drenched in a gush of her nectar and it drips down your wrist. she’s so fucking breathtaking like this, at the pinnacle of pleasure, absolutely coming undone. it’s just as good as having an orgasm yourself, hell — better. by a goddamn long shot. nothing competes with this: ellie williams, unbound and raw, falling apart with you crammed deep inside of her.

she twitches as her climax rages through her, all these broken sounds escaping those pretty pink lips, and sobs when you keep rubbing at her clit. “don’t stop, don’t- don’t stop…” ellie gasps out. her voice is saturated with prurience.

and really, you’ve never been able to say no to her — so of course, you keep going. of course you continue to thumb over that sensitive nub. your fingers slide wetly, in and out, in and out, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in with a soaked slap. “love how messy you get, ‘n you sound so pretty when you come apart. ” you rasp. “love how you look with me inside that sweet little cunt. my perfect girl…”

you can feel it when she cums again, tightening around your fingers and wailing. a tear escapes the corner of ellie’s eye, and her breath hitches as she comes down. you slow your movements, deciding to let her relax now. “that’s it…” you coo, your fingers and thumb coming to a complete halt. leaning in, you press gentle kisses against the corners of her eyes. “open those pretty eyes, baby.”

slowly, she does. they’re swollen and foggy — usually alert, bright green, now soft and sated. you wipe your hand on the sheet and pull ellie’s body into yours, holding her close and whispering hushed praise into her ear. “think… that you might have fucked me stupid,” she admits groggily.

you laugh and pull her closer, kissing the soft skin of her freckled forehead. content, at home.

thank you anon for the request!

[luigisbambinaaa]

Zoom Into You

summary: you’re just an intern sent to assist with the set up for his virtual court hearing. Luigi Mangione is cocky, cuffed, and oh so impossible to ignore. the webcam only shows his face and what happens under the desk while the judge reads his charges is no one’s business but his. you were just supposed to help set up the webcam and mic…

cw: public but hidden sex, during court proceedings, creampie, overstimulation, hair pulling

an: this is a collab with my good friend @kikigoogoogaga , hope you enjoy!!

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you’ve barely been with the law firm in Altoona for a few months but here they have you, “Criminal Defense Law Intern” badge clipped to your small blazer.

your knees are aching from the hard tile floor as you wrestle with the tangled sea of cords under a metal desk in the new york facility.

“should i be flattered?” a manly voice drawls above you, low, raspy, and almost amused. “Dickey seriously sent a little intern with lip gloss and no clue what she’s doing?”

you’re already biting your tongue, trying not to tell him off. you’re just here to do your job: set up the webcam, test the mic, and make sure luigi knows to stays on camera. then you’re gone.

instead, you duck out from under the desk, brushing the dust from your clammy hands as you glance up. you almost immediately regret it.

Luigi Mangione looks nothing like the man from the countless images surfacing on the web. He's taller than you imagined. sharp eyebrows, intense eyes, broader too. for the moment he’s cuffed but relaxed in his seat like he owns the damn room.

you start pushing yourself up from the cold, dusty floor, already making a mental note to scrub your arms and knees raw later because it’s the kind of surface you could probably catch a disease or two from. you smooth your skirt, forcing your hands to stay steady, despite the nerves you feel. you’re just about to say, “test the mic, luigi,” but something shifts.

you look at him and your mind goes completely blank.

his eyes are already watching you, like a hawk, like he’s already got you right where he wants you. but it isn’t the usual smugness he carries, it’s quiet, a bit more casual. still, you notice the subtle hunger behind his eyes.

your throat betrays you, going dry the moment you open your mouth. and luigi watches. leaning forward slowly, cuffs clinking softly. he tilts his head in subtle curiosity, like he’s waiting for the right moment to pounce.

then, you notice his damp curls haphazardly styled, like he had just showered and his sharp gaze, already sliding down your blouse and back up like he’s assessing you.

anyway, you try to focus on the equipment. you adjust the camera, the tilt the monitor just enough to frame his upper chest and face. the rest—cuffs, fancy sweater, heat in his gaze—stay off the screen for now.

“they’ll want you standing up,” you say, voice stiff. “only your shoulders and up should be in frame.”

he lifts a brow. “standing?”

“yes.” you gesture towards the laptop high up. “it’s a standing desk. i don’t really make the rul—“

“im cuffed.”

your mouth opens, but no words come out. you glance towards the mounted security camera in the corner, its red light off. unmonitored for now.

“you’re not dangerous, are you?” you try to joke, though it comes out thin.

he grins, slow and sharp. “depends who’s asking.”

“you’re shaking.” Luigi murmurs “you nervous intern?”

you gulp almost hoping he doesn’t hear out loud it rings in your ears, “just doing my job.”

“Is that right?” he chuckles quietly to himself and his gaze that was once professional now seductive as his eyes dip down again unapologetically low “cause you’re not very good at it.”

The cuffs restrict him, sure. But they don’t make him any less imposing. He steps forward, barely inches between you now. His breath is warm, mint and something sharper, and his chest rises slowly under the snug charcoal sweater that hugs his torso like a second skin.

You step back.

He steps forward.

“You sure Dickey sent you to set up the webcam,” he murmurs, gaze flicking from your mouth to your blouse, “or was this some kind of test?”

Your back hits the cold edge of the desk.

“This facility doesn’t have surveillance in this wing, sweetheart. That little red light?” He gestures toward the camera overhead with his chin. “Dead as your poker face.”

Your voice catches in your throat. “Luigi..”

“Say my name again,” he whispers, leaning closer, “but slower this time.”

“Luigi…” you repeat, quiet this time. barely above a breath.

his smirk deepens.

he lifts his cuffed hands slowly, deliberately, and rests them on the desk beside you. the chain between his wrists rattles faintly against the metal, just enough to remind you he’s restrained. for now at least.

“you know how many hearings ive done?” he murmurs, voice low and lazy. “how many times i’ve had to sit here, silent, while men in suits talk about me like im not in the room?”

his eyes flick to yours, dark and burning. “gets boring. makes a man start craving a little…stimulation.”

you swallow hard. “Luigi, the hearing starts in five minutes.”

“Right…” he leans in just enough that his lips ghost the shell of you ear. “you should probably get under the desk now, sweetheart.”

you blink. “i-i just have to finish untangling the cords. nothing else—“

but you’re already turning around instinctively. bending over and reaching down again. his eyes locked on you, lowering yourself, the desk obscuring you.

“Good girl,” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear.

beneath the desk, you’re already feeling claustrophobic. your fingers fumble with the mic cable even though you know it’s already secure. you feel him shift, stepping forward, feet bracketing your own. and then, his hips press flush to your backside.

you freeze. “luigi—“

the computer dings. the courtroom has logged on.

above you, his voice goes smooth and steady, like nothing’s happening. “good morning, your honor. yes, im present. represented by counsel.”

below the desk, he drags your skirt up with one slow tug. breath calm and posture perfect. the court can only see his shoulders and up, after all.

“keep still,” he breathes, so softly the mic won’t pick it up. “take it like a professional.”

and as the court starts listing off charges, he’s starting to nudge your legs apart with his thick thigh.

your heart pounds, too loud in your ears. your skin exposed to the cool air and the heat of him, and you can’t tell which is worse. luigi shifts behind you, the slow drag of his hips pressing in, and you barely hold back a sound.

above, his cuffed hands rest flat on the desk, firm, still, like he’s doing nothing wrong.

“counsel is present for the defense,” dickey’s voice comes crisp through the laptop speakers, too casual for the weight in the room. “mr. mangione is ready to proceed.’

luigi doesn’t say a word.

you stare down at the tile, your brain screaming “this is so unprofessional!”. he’s supposed to be an inmate. a felon. an alleged murderer. but he doesn’t feel like one.

“shh,” he murmurs, almost inaudible over the judge’s droning voice. “don’t want them eavesdropping, do we?”

with the fabric of your skirt bunched up at your hips, you’re frozen, mouth open, hands braced. “your honor,” he says, tone calm, smooth, like he’s not hard behind you, like he’s not sliding his fingers along the plush of your ass. “could you clarify the second charge? my counsel’s notes weren’t clear.”

the prosecutor responds and legal jargon hums in the air. you can’t hear any of it. all you feel is luigi’s fingers trailing the edge of your little lace panties, lazy and confident. like he’s just passing time.

“be still,” he mutters, voice firm. “you’re doing fine, darling.”

his hips rock closer. you feel him, thick and heavy, press against you from behind. your body tenses. your hand flies to your mouth, stifling what ever sound tries to escape.

the judge’s voice cuts through, sharp: “mr. mangione, are you prepared to enter a plea?”

luigi exhales through his nose. his cuffed hand now down and tightening on your hip, grounding you.

“may i have a moment to confer, your honor?” he asks, voice level, unbothered. his thumb strokes your skin in slow, possessive circles.

someone coughs through the speaker. a clerk’s keyboard clicks faintly. and behind the desk, luigi shifts again, subtle and quiet, but you feel it.

the rustle of fabric. the slow, deliberate press of his hips as his fingers dip back down.

his knuckles graze the underside of your thighs.

you hear the soft click of a button slipping free. the faintest, dragged down sound of a zipper, quiet enough to pass as movement at the desk.

and then, you feel it.

his cock, thick and warm, heavy against your ass. he lets it rest there, nestled against your skin like it belongs. and god, it’s not just the size, it’s the confidence. the stillness. the way he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t have to. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

you don’t dare look back. your hands stay braced, knees tucked close together until he taps your inner thigh once, silent, a warning. an instruction. you tremble but you listen. you shift your knees apart.

he lets out the smallest sound, barely a breath, but it hits like thunder. his hand snakes down, fingers sliding past the elastic at your hips, and he tugs your panties down slow, steady, until they sit bunched around your thighs. the cool air hits you and you almost gasp.

he exhales again. and then you feel it—his cock, hot and flushed, now pressed right up against your pussy. not inside. not yet. just there, thick and velvety, dragging along your slit with the barest roll of his hips.

your lips part. your breath stutters.

above the desk, dickey clears his throat. “we appreciate the clarification, your honor. the defense has no further questions about that count.”

the judge’s voice follows, flat and procedural. “mr.mangione, do you understand the charges presented?”

luigi’s voice is low and steady. “i do, your honor.”

and still, beneath the desk, he’s dragging the thick head of his cock along your folds. slow, teasing, spreading your wetness with lazy precision.

you nearly cry out. but you bite down. your hand flies to your mouth again. your whole body is tense, trembling, and he’s not even inside yet.

and you swear, just as the judge starts listing the maximum sentence, you hear luigi whisper, so quietly you’re not even sure it’s real: “fuck, you’re so wet.”

the voices blur together again—dickey responding, the prosecutor countering, someone citing code from an outdated statute. it’s all noise, sharp and distant, like you’re underwater.

luigi’s cock slips through your slick folds. slow, steady, and cruel.

he presses just the tip forward, not enough to enter, just enough to make your body twitch, make your thighs clench involuntarily around nothing.

you grip the desk leg harder, teeth sinking into the soft part of your palm to keep yourself from making a sound. above you, he’s still. composed and unreadable.

but then you hear it, his breath, unsteady for the first time. barely audible.

his hips twitch again, nudging forward just a bit more, pushing the head in enough to stretch you open. not too deep, but enough to make your legs shake.

“fuck,” he breathes, barely a whisper. “i haven’t had good pussy in almost a year.”

your eyes fly open and your stomach clenches. you try to breathe through it, try to stay quiet, but your walls are fluttering, tight, wet, and desperate around nothing.

and then he sinks in.

one slow push. inch by inch.

you choke on a gasp, your hand slapping over your mouth fast as his cock stretches you wide. so thick, you feel your body clench reflexively, like it can’t decide between pushing him out or pulling him in.

he groans. a sound so low, so broken, it hits straight between your legs. not cocky nor controlled, just needy.

“fuck—“ he gasps again, little louder this time.

a beat of silence.

“mr. mangione?” the judge snaps. “language. you’re on record.”

luigi exhales through his nose. above the desk, he adjusts his stance slightly, looking down at his own hands trying to refocus. “apologies, your honor,” he says, breath still uneven. “just…in a tight situation here.”

you nearly laugh. or cry. you can’t tell which.

he’s all the way inside now, buried deep in your pussy, throbbing against your walls. and he hasn’t even moved yet.

and worst of all, he knows what he’s doing.

the smirk evident on his face as he adds, “won’t happen again.”

He doesn’t move right away.

He just stays there, buried deep inside you, cock pulsing with quiet urgency, hands tightening just slightly at your hips. One of them shifts, sliding under your blazer to rest flat on your lower back, holding you down.

You think maybe that’s the worst part.

The stillness. The way he lets you feel every inch of him.

Above the desk, on the laptop, dickey is still rambling. Something about statutes under review. His voice is smooth, steady, lawyerly–having no idea what’s happening on the other side of the screen and under the desk.

Luigi waits for a beat. Then another. And then, he pulls out, slow, almost completely.

You feel your body clench, already missing the stretch, the heat. Then he pushes back in with one long deep stroke.

Your lips part against your palm, your eyes roll back, and your toes curl in your heels. The desk creaks faintly and you pray that no one has noticed.

His grip gets firmer.

He starts fucking you in slow, careful rolls of his hips, just enough to make you ache, to make your walls flutter around him, to make the wet sounds down below just barely start to build.

“Mr. Dickey,” the judge is saying now, “do you intend to argue that the client was unlawfully searched and detained when approached in the Mcdonald’s?”

“Yes, your honor,” dickey responds calmly. “I assert that these are means for ‘evidence’ to be suppressed.”

Luigi fucks into you a little harder. Still slow, still deliberate, but enough that your forehead knocks softly against the underside of the desk.

You gasp, too loud. You freeze.

But the court on the screen doesn’t react nor do they seem to hear it. The rustle of papers is enough to cover you.

He shifts his hips forward with a little more force, just enough to make you jolt, then tilts his head slightly, like he’s adjusting his stance for the camera. His voice stays low, lips barely moving.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, smooth and quiet, like he’s just clearing his throat. “You’re doing so good. Keep taking it.”

You’re melting, feeling so full. Every slow thrust stretches you around him and leaves you more wrecked than the last, your slick coating him, dripping down your thighs.

But you don’t want it to stop, you want him to break you open.

Right here. Beneath the government provided desk. On camera and in front of a judge, while the court decides how long they’re going to lock him up.

Then his thrusts start to change. Still controlled and still slow, but deeper now.

He shifts just slightly behind you, changing the angle, and suddenly it’s all pressure–dragging against that spot that makes your legs twitch, pushing deeper with each stroke until you’re choking on the effort of not making a sound.

The slap of skin is still quiet, masked by the cheap carpet and the occasional rustle of dickey’s papers on the other end. But it’s building. The friction, the wet, the risk.

“As i was saying your honor,’ dickey continues smoothly, “the officers didn’t have a valid cause to detain my client under–”

Luigi thrusts in hard.

You jerk forward, forehead knocking the underside of the desk again. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, your knuckles white where they clutch the table.

“Mr. Mangione,” the judge’s voice cuts in suddenly, sharper now, more direct. “Is that understood on your end?”

You freeze.

Luigi’s cock is buried deep inside you and for a split second, he doesn’t answer.

Then, he pulls back slowly, just an inch, and thrusts in again. Not rushed or panicked, but like he wants you to feel the risk.

“Yes, your honor,” he replies, voice calm, even. Maybe a little hoarse.

You’re falling apart.

Slick pooling between your thighs. Every thrust sends another wave of heat crawling up your spine and still, he doesn’t let up.

He keeps fucking you like its nothing. Like you’re not shaking, like you’re not gagging on every moan you have to bite down.

It’s getting worse.

Your body’s too hot. Too slick. His cock slides in with less resistance every time, wet and messy, your arousal coating the both of you. The sound of it is obscene now, all soft, sticky, and wet.

Shlk–shlk-shlk.

The squelch of him fucking into you is unmistakable. Not loud enough for the mic, but loud enough for the both of you to hear it.

He thrusts again, deep. Again, harder.

You’re clenching too much. Too tight. Too wet.

And then, he slips out.

The loss is sudden and raw, your cunt fluttering around nothing. You gasp, your thighs snapping together instinctively as you jolt forward.

Luigi hisses under his breath. “Shit–”

His hands squeeze your hips, and he shifts back like nothing happened. You can’t see his face, but you hear the smirk in his voice when he whispers, low and amused, “you’re fucking soaked.”

Your whole body burns. He lines himself back up, no hesitation, and pushes back in with one slow, gliding stroke. The sound is worse now, louder, filthier, he grits his teeth.

On the laptop, Dickey clears his throat again. “We’d also like to request a postponement of the bail decision, given the circumstances.”

Luigi responds calmly. “I’d agree with that, your honor.”

His voice doesn’t shake, but you know yours would.

He pulls out all the way.

You don’t expect it. You whine before you can stop yourself, too quiet for the mic, but Luigi hears it.

Then, he slams back in.

One hard, wet thrust. Your body jerks forward and your mouth falls open in a silent cry. The force of his thrust, knocking the wind out of you, and you feel him deeper now, stretching you again in one rough push.

Shlk.

He does it again.

Pulls out slow, so slow, then drives in hard, hips snapping forward. It’s unforgiving, greedy, the kind of thrust that forces your knees wider without asking.

Above the desk, on the screen, the court keeps talking. Dickey quoting case law and the judge mumbling something about scheduling. No one notices.

No one sees him fucking you like this.

But it’s not enough. You can feel it in the way he’s trying to get deeper. His hands slip down your hips, fingers digging in, adjusting your angle. You feel the tension in his thighs. The way he shifts and thrusts again, rougher this time, like he’s trying to break through something.

He groans, soft and frustrated, and grabs a fistful of your hair.

Not to hurt, but to anchor.

He pulls you back onto his cock, slow and firm, until you’re flush against him, stuffed and trembling.

You gasp into your palm, body slick with sweat and thighs shaking. He keeps the grip in your hair, tight and possessive, and ruts forward again, grinding in slow circles like he’s trying to fit even more of himself inside you.

“Fuck–” he breathes, low and broken. “Tight fucking pussy–”

His voice is barely audible, lips hardly moving. Almost like he’s mouthing it to himself.

Then, quieter, smirking: “It’s like they knew what they were doing, sending this little intern to me.”

You clench around him, hard.

You don’t mean to. But his words, low and filthy, so close to the edge of getting caught, shoot straight to your core. Your walls tighten, gripping him, and he groans again, right under his breath.

His hips stall for a second.

Like he’s savoring the way you flutter around him, the way your body welcomes him.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, voice like gravel. “So fucking eager. Filthy little thing.”

And then he moves again, deeper now and dragging each thrust out like he wants to memorize it.

You’re close.

So close.

Every time he pushes in, it presses against the spot that makes your vision blur and your legs tremble. Your mouth stays pressed tight against your wrist, holding in the whines that want to break free.

You hear your name. Snapped like a question.

Your heart drops but it’s Dickey, correcting the judge. Redirecting the attention, giving you an out.

Luigi lets go of your hair, just to slide his palm down the small of your back and press down. It curves you more, opens you up for him and he grounds again when your body gives in, letting him press deeper.

“That’s it.” he breathes. “Take it just like that, pretty girl.”

Your eyes water and you nod against the desk. Your orgasm’s right there, teetering.

But you think, ‘I can’t’ ‘I can’t cum here, not like this.’

The judge’s voice rises again, irritated. “We need a verbal confirmation from Mr. Mangione for the record. Does the defendant understand the adjusted date of his next hearing?”

Luigi’s cock is buried to the hilt.

Throbbing against your cervix.

And he answers calmly, “yes, your honor.”

Afterwards, his hand drags up your side slowly, deliberately, until he finds your wrist and nudges it lower, between your legs.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers, quiet and commanding. “Nice and slow. Just like that.”

Your fingers shake, but you obey.

You drag them through the mess he’s made of you, wet and warm. Your clit throbbing beneath your own touch and it’s all too much. His cock grinding into you, your hand working tight little circles, the heat building fast.

Then he moves. He props one foot up on the edge of the chair he had been sitting in. A slight shift, nothing dramatic.

But the new angle makes him drive in deep, right into the spot that makes your thighs seize up. Your breath punches out of you before you can catch it.

Right there.

Your hand tightens and your body clenches. He does it again. And again.

And it’s over, you’re coming before you can stop it, stars bursting behind your eyes, heat pouring through your stomach, your cunt fluttering tight around him as you start to cream all over his cock.

It’s loud, wet, your body squeezing him over and over as your hips tremble uncontrollably beneath the desk.

And above you, “Mr.Mangione, you’ll be expected to remain available for the virtual continuation hearing. Is that understood?” The judge asks sharply.

Luigi’s breath shudders. You're still spasming around him. He swallows and steadies.

And then answers, voice low but clear, “yeah, I understand.”

But his hips twitch as your cunt pulses around him, overstimulated and soaked, your slick dripping down both of your thighs. Every little aftershock makes him grunt through his teeth.

And then he starts to move again. Rougher this time.

The slow, teasing pace is gone. Every thrust is sharp, deep, and hungry. His hips snap into yours, the wet slap echoing faint beneath the desk. You can barely stay upright, arms shaking, mouth open but silent.

He’s panting.

You can feel it, he’s getting close. His cock pulsing inside you, every grind rougher, deeper. He’s chasing it. Chasing you.

His fingers dig bruises into your waist.

“Fuck,” he breathes, almost like he’s losing it

“You’re still so tight. Shit, I’m not gonna–”

“Mr.Mangione,” the judge cuts in, irritated again, “you will need to verbally confirm you understand what is at stake here.”

He falters, just for a second.

Then, through gritted teeth and a quiet groan, he steadies his voice.

“Confirmed,” he says, low and curt. But it comes out strangled and strained. Because right then you clench around him again. And that’s it.

He slams into you once, twice, and then grinds in deep, his whole body going tense. You feel it, the twitch, the sudden pulse, the heat flooding into you.

He’s cumming inside you.

His hips jerk, stuttering against your ass, as he spills everything deep in your pussy. He groans, long and breathless, and bites it down fast, but not fast enough.

The sound slips out, just loud enough. A pause on the zoom call.

“Is everything alright on your end, Defendant?” Someone asks, maybe the clerk, maybe the judge.

Luigi exhales slowly and wipes his mouth against his shoulder and smirks.

“My apologies,” Luigi murmurs, smooth and smug. “Must’ve been some kind of interference.”

The judge’s voice comes back, final and clipped.

“We’ll reconvene on the 8th for continuation. Mr.Mangione, remain in custody until then, this hearing is adjourned.”

A sharp clang of the gravel through the laptop speakers.

You’re still trying to catch your breath, still trembling around him, his cock twitches once more inside you, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t pull out. He stays buried deep, like he’s claiming the last second he can.

You shift slightly and that’s when he finally slides out, slow and deliberate. The sound is obscene in the quiet.

You flinch, flushed and sore, slick dripping down your inner thighs.

“Thank you, everyone,” Dickey says. “We’ll be in touch.”

Then the clerk speaks. “We’re ending the call now.”

A pause.

*click, the laptop screen fades to black*

For a second, all you can hear is the hum of those cheap ass overhead lights and your own breath—sharp, ragged, and too loud in the silence. Then, the soft, wet sound of him pulling out of you.

You stay bent over the desk, too stunned to move. Slick dripping between your thighs. Feeling weak and stretched.

His hands, still cuffed, brushes the back of your thigh, barely there.

“Don’t run yet,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “We’re not done.”

You stand shakily, skirt still hiked up, and cheeks burning. You reach down with trembling fingers and pull your panties back up, dragging them over your soaked thighs, holding him inside you. Your breath stutters at the feeling, warm and full.

You try to fix yourself. Smooth your hair, straighten your clothes, anything to feel normal again, but your skin’s still buzzing, and your legs can barely hold you up.

Luigi inches closer. His cuffs clink softly as he raises his hands, palms hovering near your face like he wants to touch you properly, like he needs to.

You’re face to face now. Breath to breath.

“That was–” you whisper, not sure how to finish.

He kisses you.

It’s messy. Hungry. A little desperate. His mouth devours yours, swallowing the soft moan that slips from your throat before you can stop it.

He can’t grip you, but he doesn’t need to. His body does the talking by pressing you back into the desk like he wants to brand you into it. Like he needs you to feel all of him. Even now, especially now that he’s going to be isolated for awhile.

You fist his top, dragging him closer. You shouldn’t be doing this. You know that. You’re supposed to leave, supposed to be the professional.

But you don’t care. You just kiss him harder.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip and when you gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth like it’s meant to be there. His cock twitches against your leg, still wet.

He groans into your mouth, broken and wrecked. And for a second, he forgets everything. Forgets the court, the charges, the guards waiting just down the hall.

Then finally, he breaks the kiss. He pulls back, panting. His eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them.

You’re both breathing like you’ve run miles. You step back first, barely. Your voice is rough when you say, “I should go.:

He nods, slowly. Like he’s still not ready to let you leave. His gaze flicks to your lips, your throat, your hips.

You gather your things without looking in the mirror. You don’t want to see your face. You already know what it’ll look like.

Your hand touches the door. Behind you, his voice rasps, quiet but sure, “next time,” a pause. “Leave the mic off.”

You don’t answer. You just close the door behind you.

But hours later, long after you’ve showered, changed, and pretended it never happened, you’ll still feel him dripping down your thigh.

And you’ll start to wonder how long it’ll be before the real consequences show up.

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[sereia4skz]

Could i ask for a sub!innie?? That little fox was always a bit too cocky in that hybrids event of yours. Could reader be a brat tamer/dom?

A little bit of letting innie think he runs the show before reminding him who’s really in charge?

oneshot | tame that smirk

pairing: sub!fox hybrid!jeongin x rem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: brat-tamer!reader, fox hybrid!jeongin, orgasm control, overstimulation, mild noona kink but like just cause the reader is older, jeongins a little shit but oh so pretty when he cries

word count: 1.7k

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

It starts like it always does, with Jeongin pretending you walked in here on his terms.

You were trying to be a good guest, polite, quiet, respectful of boundaries. But it’s hard when one of your hosts is a fox hybrid with a sly grin, a too-smooth voice, and a habit of brushing against you “accidentally” every time you pass by.

Tonight, you're in his room. Why? Because he invited you in with that faux-innocent tilt of his ears, saying the living room was too cold. Because no one said no to him. And because you were done pretending you didn’t notice what he was doing.

Jeongin’s reclining against the pillows, fluffy tail curling around his waist like it’s part of the show, golden eyes locked on yours like he’s already won. He knows damn well what he's doing. Fox hybrids are clever, and this one is smug about it, lounging on his bed like a prince waiting to be served, wearing a loose tank top and boxers.

"You sure you’re comfortable in the guest room?" he asks casually, tail flicking lazily over the mattress. "It gets kinda cold in there. You can stay here tonight if you want."

You hum, leaning against the door.

“You always this forward with your guests?” you ask, tone teasing but sharp underneath.

He shrugs, stretching in a way that makes his slim waist twist, his ears twitching at the way your eyes track the movement. “Only when they’re cute.”

You laugh softly, more like a warning than a reaction, and make your way across the room. You sit down on the edge of the bed like you’re humoring him. 

Jeongin shifts closer. “Thought I could help you relax. You’ve been tense all week,” he says. “Bet you’re the type that’s hard to wind down.”

You turn to him slowly, letting silence drag between you. His tail swishes. He thinks he's charming you.

“You think you’re going to help me relax?” you echo, voice low and amused.

He nods, too fast. “Yeah. Let me take care of you tonight, pretty girl.”

You lean in, real close, until your breath brushes his ear.

“I don’t need taking care of, sweetheart.”

And then, in one swift motion, you grip his chin, fingers firm as they press into his jaw and tilt his head up.

His eyes widen.

“But you?” you purr. “You’ve been long overdue for a lesson.”

His ears twitch again, nervous now, not playful. That confident smirk is faltering, lips parting like he might say something smart back, but you slide a thumb over his bottom lip and it shuts him right up.

“Mm. Look at you,” you murmur. “All talk, and now you’re quiet?”

He breathes out, clearly flustered. “I-I’m not-”

“Not what?” you ask, voice dipped in mock sweetness. “Not a brat who’s been pushing my buttons all week? Not a needy little fox who wants to get handled?”

Your grip slides to the back of his neck, tugging him closer until he’s nose-to-nose with you. His cheeks are burning, thighs shifting, and you can already tell, his cock’s twitching in those boxers. He likes this. Of course he does.

“You want to play like you’re in charge, Innie?” you whisper. “Go on, then. Show me. I’ll give you one chance.”

He swallows. His lips part.

And then he tries. Tries to kiss you rough, push you down, move fast, just like a cocky little hybrid who thinks he can flip the script.

You let him. For three seconds.

Then you flip him, easily, pinning him to the mattress with your thighs around his hips. His wrists are caged under yours, his breath caught in his throat. He’s stunned.

You smirk down at him.

“Wrong move, baby boy.”

You keep him like that, writhing under you, unable to buck up or grab at you, while you mouth at his neck and collarbone, biting just enough to make his hips twitch. He’s already whining softly, breath stuttering every time your lips get close to his ear.

“You like being teased, don’t you?” you murmur. “This is what brats like you deserve. Worked up and desperate. Not in charge. Never in charge.”

He whimpers when your hand finally slips beneath his waistband. He’s so hard. Leaking, twitching, every nerve already lit up just from being manhandled. But you don’t stroke him, not really. You wrap your hand around him and hold still.

Jeongin gasps. “Please~”

“Oh, you don’t get to beg yet,” you coo. “You’ve been so cocky, so smug, like I was just going to fall into your lap. You wanted my attention?”

You squeeze, slow and deliberate. “Now you’ve got it.”

Eventually, you drag those boxers off him, sit pretty on his face for a bit, because he needs to learn how to focus. His tongue is sloppy and eager, his hands trembling as they clutch your thighs.

"Good little fox. That’s it. Use that mouth."

He’s a mess by the time you finally give him permission to touch you. His cock’s flushed, wet at the tip, twitching every time you grind against him.

You ride him slow, dragging it out, hips grinding cruelly until he’s moaning into your chest. Running yourself up and down his length as he twitches and whines under you, groping where he can grab.

He tries to hold back when you tell him not to come, but his body betrays him, hips bucking, breath hitched-

“Did you just come without permission?”

His eyes are wide, panicked. “I-I couldn’t- please, I couldn’t help it!”

You click your tongue. “Then I guess we’ll have to do it again. And this time, you’re not allowed to finish at all.”

He whines.

You smirk, rolling your hips again. “Poor baby. Still think you’re in charge?”

You drag it out, of course. Riding him slow, grinding in a way that keeps him throbbing inside you, just enough pressure to keep him high on the edge but never enough to tip him over. His claws twitch in the sheets, blunt nails digging into his own skin because you’ve still got his wrists pinned above his head.

He’s flushed everywhere, neck, ears, chest, and his tail flicks helplessly beneath your thighs each time your hips rock down.

“F-fuck-nngh, please” he gasps, jaw slack, eyes glossy. “It’s too-feels too good, I can’t!”

You hum, leaning forward, your hands still tight around his wrists.

“You’re so loud for someone who thought he was in charge earlier,” you murmur, letting your lips brush his jaw. “You remember that? You said you’d take care of me?”

He whines. His hips jerk up instinctively, but you stop moving, he groans instantly, desperate for friction.

“Don’t move unless I say,” you warn, and when he nods quickly, you reward him with a slow, slick grind that makes him shudder.

His cock is deep inside you, twitching constantly, hot and soaked with your slick and his own mess from the first ruined orgasm. You clench around him just enough to feel his breath hitch.

You watch his face the entire time, how his brows pinch, how his mouth falls open like he’s choking on the pleasure. How tears well at the corners of his eyes every time he thinks you might finally let him come again.

“You’re so cute like this, baby,” you purr, picking up the pace just a little, your hands sliding down to press on his chest. “You wanna come again so bad, huh?”

He nods frantically. “Pleaseplease, I’ll be good!”

You lean close, dragging your nails down his ribs.

“Be good how?”

“I-I’ll do whatever you want,” he breathes. “Won’t act cocky-won’t-fuck, won’t touch myself when you’re not around!”

You laugh softly, mean and sweet. “You touched yourself to the thought of me, didn’t you?”

His ears flick back. His face goes redder. He can’t answer, but his hips jerk again.

You grip his jaw and force him to look at you. “Answer me.”

He whimpers, “Y-Yes.”

You squeeze. “How many times?”

“I-I don’t-more than five,” he chokes. “It’s not the same when you’re not-fuck!”

You squeeze around him suddenly, and he cries out like it hurts,except the noise is too soaked in pleasure to be anything but blissful.

“Poor little fox,” you whisper, lips ghosting over his cheek. “So needy. So desperate. And I haven’t even let you come properly yet.”

He lets out a broken sob, eyes fluttering shut as you start moving again, this time harder, faster, bouncing on him with your hands on his chest, grinding down until his thighs tremble uncontrollably beneath you.

Your name is all he can say.

Slurred, sobbed, choked out like a mantra between hitched breaths.

And when he’s right there again, hips stuttering, abs tight, eyes glassy, you pause.

“No,” you say gently. “You don’t get to come.”

He breaks.

Whimpering, whining, hips lifting despite himself—and you slap the side of his thigh, just hard enough to make his body jolt.

“Did I say you could move?”

“N-No!”

“Then behave.”

You edge him like that three more times.

Bringing him up close, feeling his cock twitch inside you, his moans get breathless—then pulling off and watching him beg.

You don’t let him use his hands. Don’t let him hump the air.

By the time you finally slide back down and start riding him for real, he’s incoherent—mumbling nonsense, body shaking, tail limp and ears flat against the pillow. You fuck him rough now, bouncing fast, chasing your own orgasm while he twitches underneath you.

“You wanna come now?” you whisper breathlessly.

He nods like he’s sobbing.

“Then ask properly.”

“Pleaseplease let me come- I’ll be good, I swear-p-please, noona!”

That does it.

You clench around him, grinding hard, and you both tip over, his hips jerking wildly as he spills inside you with a desperate cry. His whole body arches up into you, tail flailing once before going limp again. You ride it through, panting as you come on top of him, nails digging into his chest while he moans under you like he can’t believe he survived it.

Jeongin’s spent and trembling, thighs slick with his own cum, ears flattened, tail limp across the sheets. He’s panting into your lap, voice wrecked from begging, his cock still twitching even though he’s overstimulated and empty.

You pet his hair gently, finally letting softness sink in.

“There,” you whisper. “That’s more like it. Just a pretty little thing who needs to be put in his place.”

He nods, eyes fluttering closed as he melts under your touch.

And for the first time all week, Jeongin finally shuts up.

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