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Tattoo Artist! Bucky Barnes x Bookshop Owner!Reader

Summary: When Natasha begged you to come with her to get her new tattoo done, you didn't expect that her actual plan would be to set you up with a fine-as-hell tattoo artist.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: +18❗️smut, p in v sex, oral sex (r receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to lovers, Bucky is hot as fuck, shy and socially awkward reader, insecurities.

Author's note: sooo, it took me forever to write, but I finally finished it and I'm kind of proud of this one. Bucky with tattoos and a low bun? yup, I'm totally ready to do whatever he desires! I hope y'all will like it too. feel free to leave comments or fic ideas💘

“I’m going to be there almost for a whole day. I love those idiots, but I still need my best friend to cheer me up." Natasha threw her hand over your shoulders, trying to convince you to go with her on a tattoo session. It was not her first time, but now she wanted to get a much bigger one on her thigh, and, for some reason, she really wanted you to go with her, using the fact that it was your day off.

“Nat, you know that I hate going to such places. I’m socially awkward; what am I gonna do there for so long? I don’t even know those people.” You frowned, already feeling a bundle of nerves in your stomach.

You were what others may call boring, but you rarely went to unknown places or hung out with random people. You would rather stay with a book in your apartment and read for a whole day than get into such situations. Not to mention, that tattoo salon was full of men, and it made the whole situation even worse.

“But you’re going to be with me. They are the nice guys, I promise. You will sit with us in the room; we can talk, or you can read another book, while Barnes will do my tattoo. I just don’t want to die of boredom there. Please?” She pulled you even closer, and you knew that she wouldn’t let that go. So you had no other choice but to agree.

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided that wearing a light, flowy dress would be a good idea. Because now, following Nat out of her car to that tattoo studio, it felt too short, too open, and just too much. You tried to calm down, thinking to yourself that there was nothing serious; you were just going to wait in the corner, and other people probably wouldn’t even pay attention or talk to you. Natasha, with her boldness and openness, was always the center, and you were totally fine with that.

But you were so wrong.

As soon as you walked inside, four men stopped talking, turning around to face you and Nat, and you honestly thought that you were going to faint.

“Hey, guys. Hope you don’t mind that I brought my friend. So I do not have to listen to your boring asses complain all day." She teased, dragging you by the hand like a mom who tried to encourage her kid to talk. You were round-eyed, and a wave of heat washed over your body when you were face-to-face with a blonde and big guy. But before either of you could say or do something, a person who you didn’t recognise at first stepped in, pulling you into a hug.

“Isn’t it my favorite book girly ever? How are you doin’?” Sam’s enthusiasm and energy were always so refreshing to you, so when he quickly pulled away, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pushing you further into a studio, you tried to stay calm and not freak out.

"I didn't know that you were working here. How’s Sarah?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yup, for a few years. She is doing great, but AJ and Cass are a pain in the ass. They are growing too quickly, you know." He chuckled. “Now, say hi to those idiots.” He moved his head toward the men who were silently observing your interaction. “Tony, Steve, and Bucky.” Sam named them in order. Tony just nodded to you, Steve smiled with the friendliest smile you had ever seen, and Bucky...

Your head became empty as soon as your eyes landed on him for the first time. He was leaning on the wall at the back of the room, so you didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He was hot. Unbelievebly hot. He was tall and muscular, with a low bun at the back of his head and tattoos covering the visible parts of his arms and neck. And as your gaze moved to his face, you almost choked on a fucking breath.

Piercing blue eyes looked right directly at you, and the slightest smirk curled the corner of his lips. You didn’t know whether you felt too cold, too hot, or if you just wanted to vanish right on the spot. Your face heated, your eyes started running around the room, and your heart was beating a few times faster. It was overwhelming, and you thought that you would have to go out of there, but right on time, Natasha stepped in front of you, dragging all attention to herself.

Bucky had to admit that once in his life, Sam was right. Sam tried to convince Bucky to go to that book shop for a few months, saying that he had to meet with the girl who worked there, but he was way too stubborn.

He would have done it a long time ago if he knew you would look like the most precious, cute, and sweet person. Bucky could not take his gaze away from you as soon as Natasha dragged you inside, absorbing everything—from the way you looked so soft and pretty in that dress to the way you blushed and were nervous about the whole thing.

He saw your reaction—how you became even more flushed after your intense stares at each other. Bucky was never the type of guy who liked to tease you, but Goddammit, he wanted to see how you would react if he stepped closer and talked to you. He also wasn’t creepy towards women, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to taste you. The desire to shove your back into the wall, lift up the skirt of your dress, and fall to his knees was shocking; he had never felt such an instant pull toward another person.

“Barnes, are we going to start, or you’re planning on standing and staring for a whole day?” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest as if she were annoyed, but you thought that you heard something weird in her voice, as if she held back a smile.

And then she quickly looked back at Sam and nodded with a smirk.

You just followed Nat and Bucky to his own part of the studio. Too lost in your head because of your friend’s weird behavior, you sat down on the sofa in the corner, and the next thing you noticed was the tall figure leaning above you. You probably got carried away to much because now there was a cup of tea standing in front of you on the table.

You looked up, only to meet those pretty blue eyes again. Bucky looked down at you with the same smirk on his lips, and you could barely form a normal thought in your head.

“Hope you don’t mind a hot tea, princess?” Yup, you were dead. Of course, he had to have the sexiest voice you have ever heard in your life. It was not enough for him to be charming or look like a fucking sin—he also had to sound hot.

“Thank you.” You almost whispered.

Bucky gave you another mysterious smile before going back to his place, where Nat was already without her pants and ready to start.

You and Nat were talking for the next few hours—well, she was mostly talking about a girl named Maria that she met not so long ago, and you were nodding, listening, and sipping your tea. That way, you almost forgot about Bucky sitting in the room with you because he was too focused on his job and didn’t even look away from the tattoo.

To be honest, you accidentally looked at him one or two times because it was hard not to notice a few curls slipping out of his bun, or the way his tattooed and veiny arms seemed so sexy, or that perfect face profile... Fuck. But everything was good until Nat suddenly asked him to stop for a few minutes.

“I really need to pee, Barnes.” She quickly jumped out of her place, winking at you as she walked away.

“Natasha…” You hissed at her when she left you and Bucky alone in the room, your insides already shivering with nerves. She was fucking doing it on purpose. You were sure that everything here was her plan to set you up with Bucky because she had never left you anywhere alone, knowing your nervousness.

“Are you afraid to stay with me alone?” Bucky chuckled, stretching his neck from an uncomfortable position. Your cheeks heated, and you unconsciously started scratching the surface of your phone case. He was charming. He obviously knew that, judging by the way he acted to tease you. When his question was left without an answer, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. “I didn’t know that Nat was dating girls.”

Bucky was desperately trying to make you talk. He saw how you looked at your friend when she left you alone with him, and knowing Nat, she would not have done it if you were truly afraid of him. So he was hoping that you were just too shy to talk to him and that he could make something out of it.

“Mhm. What, you hoped to have a chance with her?” You finally looked up, and you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. Of course, Bucky was just trying to hit on your friend. Everyone tried. And you knew that she was so pretty and an amazing person, really, but you just wanted to experience it yourself at least once.

“With Nat?” Bucky almost laughed, genuinely taken aback by your response. “Nah, she’s cool, but not my type.”

“And who is your type?” You asked before you could even think about it.

"You know, those cute and shy girls who can barely talk to anyone and easily blush or get nervous." You froze in your place, and you swore that the blood in your veins had done the same. Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the proudly smirking Bucky. Did he really mean that, or was it just a stupid joke?

Natasha came into the room, curiously looking between you two, but you just stayed silent and looked away again, staying even quieter until the end of the session.

“Why did you do that?” You frowned, looking away from Nat and crossing your arms over your chest. As soon as she was done, you almost ran out of that place, the mixture of weird feelings bubbling inside of you, and you were too frustrated to even talk to someone there.

“Did what?” Your head snapped back at her innocent, unbothered voice. She rolled her eyes, not looking away from the road. “I did that because I love you.”

“And I love you too, but I hate that you and Sam put me in this position!”

“I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. Don’t be mad at what I’m about to say, but I know that you feel lonely and that you want to have someone or to date someone. I understand your anxiety; I really do, but I wanted to help you.” Her voice sounded so genuine, and even if you were mad, you knew that Nat had always tried to do what was best for you. “Bucky is a good guy. He’s attractive, he’s kind, he’s funny, and he's definitely not a player. I just wanted you to meet him, and from what I saw, there was a sparkle between you.”

You didn’t say anything to that, because she was totally right. Even if you had never said that out loud, you wanted someone to like you. Was it that much to ask? It was just hard to believe that someone as attractive as Bucky, who could easily get a good handful of women whenever he wanted to, had actually flirted with you.

The next day, when you finally returned to your favorite place in the world, it was crazy. For some reason, too many people came to the bookshop, and almost everyone needed your advice or help. You were running around the shelves, putting the books in their places, receiving the payment, and then welcoming new customers. So when, at 9 p.m., you put the sign ‘closed’ on the door, you felt the relief that the day was almost over.

You still had a lot to do, though. Taking the pile of books from the front table, you went to the back room, where you stored some of them. Suddenly, you heard the bell ringing and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor.

“I’m sorry, but we are already closed. Please come tomor—” You forgot what you wanted to say when you looked out of the room into the main part of the store and saw the last person you ever expected.

“Hey, princess.” Bucky put his hands into the front pockets, which made him seem even bigger, and smiled at you in a way that made your knees weak. He looked similar to what you saw yesterday—a low bun, black jeans, and a shirt that revealed some of his tattoos. God, his tattoos made you imagine things that were too inappropriate to say out loud. “Sorry that I came so late, but I just got off work, and I really wanted to see the place Sam has been bugging me about for weeks.” He noticed how you were looking at him again, but he decided not to tease you about it.

“Um, hi.” You dusted off your hands and fixed the bottom part of your dress to make sure that everything was in it’s place. Bucky couldn’t help but follow your hands, staring at the way the hem of your dress moved around your thighs. “Do you need something? Like a book? Or you came just to get rid of Sam?”

“Yeah, maybe a fantasy book or something like that.”

“I can show you where we have it, but I, um, need to finish the work here, so it would be great if you'd find a book that you like by yourself. Is that okay?” His stare was intense, and you really didn’t know what to do with this. Was he always like that with women? But Nat said that he wasn’t a player, and you trusted her more than yourself.

“Totally.” You nodded, calmed down your nerves as much as you could to not embarrass yourself in front of him, and you showed the way to the shelves at the back of the shop.

“Take as much time as you need; I’ll go... there.” You pointed behind you to the piles of books, and Bucky chuckled at the way you were nervous around him. That was so fucking cute that he wanted to just scoop you up in his arms and make you blush again and again.

Almost ten minutes later, you showed up again with a few books in your hands that were from the fantasy section, and as much as you wanted to escape Bucky, you also wanted to finish your job. He just quickly looked at you, too interested in the book in his hands, but didn’t say anything.

You tried to reach the highest shelf to put the book in it’s place, but it was too far away. Usually you used a small ladder, but it was somewhere else now, and you just tried to do it standing on the tiptoes.

“Let me do it, princess.” Bucky chuckled, closing his book and putting it down, and reached out to help you.

“No!”

“You won’t reach it. Just give it to me.” He placed his hand on your back, stretching the other one.

“I can do it myself!”

You couldn’t. Because the next thing you know, the book slipped out of your hand when you tried to make more distance between you and Bucky, and you also lost control of the ones you held near your chest. Everything fell onto the floor with a loud ‘boom’ and you prayed that nothing got damaged.

Your head snapped back to say to Bucky that it was his fault, but he was already looking down at you, and you immediately forgot about everything. Only then did you realize that he was so close to you; his hand was holding your waist, and your back was almost pressed against his hard chest.

“Sorry.” He didn’t know what he was sorry for. That he distracted you and made you drop everything, or for what he did next. After his eyes quickly looked at your plump lips, his right hand fell onto your cheek, and he kissed you.

Your instant thought was to push him away, run, and hide in the storage room, but the firm hand on your face and waist made it impossible to move. Bucky almost devoured your mouth and completely controlled you, and you could barely keep up with the rhythm of the kiss.

He was good at it.

No one ever kissed you as if it were the best thing they'd ever tried, but Bucky just couldn’t stop. He spined your body, so you were not in that awkward and uncomfortable position anymore. Now that you were standing chest to chest, your back got pressed into the shelves, and Bucky was towering over you. It felt unknown but so right at the same time. Your experience in this area was really poor, but the adrenalin in your blood made you a little bit more sure of yourself.

“You’re doing something to me.” He breathed into the kiss, and you just whined without realizing it. He connected your lips again, tightening his hands on your waste and, that way, pulling you even closer. You had no idea where to put your hands, but your body seemed to work on autopilot, so they landed on his chest.

You felt something hard on the lower part of your belly, and the thought that Bucky had become hard solely because of the kiss nearly drove you insane. Hot, handsome, and charming men had never kissed you as if you were their last meal, teasing you with their bulge in the middle of your shop.

God, he must be big.

Your heart started beating so fast that you heard it in your ears. Was it the right thing to do? What should you do or say after that? Did he think that you kissed badly?

“I can almost hear the thoughts in your head. Why are you worrying? You don’t like or want it? Just say, and I’ll step away.” You licked your lips, as if you tried to taste him again. You felt how your face heated again from being so close to Bucky. He didn’t sound or look as if he were judging you, and it made you feel safe enough to tell what was going on in your head.

“I just—I'm not really familiar with it. I barely know you, and you just kissed me, and I am at a loss for what to do." You said, nervously playing with the material of his shirt. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. It surprised you that he didn’t try to do anything to push you, like many other men who just think with their dicks. Your stomach tightened from the way he stared at your face.

"I understand and that’s okay if you feel a little bit scared. I’m not pushing you and you can say no to me. I really came here just to talk to you, but I cannot think of anything else but you. Can I kiss you, princess?” Your eyes closed when you felt his breath on your lips again. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it too, so you just slightly nodded to his question.

Bucky kissed you deeper and slower, allowing you to follow him. He stroked your cheek gently as his tongue slid into your mouth, causing you to moan. You swore that he smiled at your reaction, and it encouraged him to push his other hand from your waist to your thighs.

Your skin started tingling when you felt it going under your skirt. Tattooed fingers traced the soft lines on your legs until they reached your underwear. Only then did you realise that you were getting wet. This whole time, it was not just nerves; oh no, your body actually just craved that man in front of you and now you could do nothing to hide it. In your last attempt, you tried to push your legs together, but you made it worse when Bucky’s hand slipped higher and touched the wet spot.

“Holy fuck.” He growled, ending the kiss and looking down, where his hand stayed under your clothes. “You are not so innocent, huh?”

“Shy and innocent are two completely different things, Bucky.”

“Right.” Biting his lip, he looked up at you again with darkened eyes, and you felt his hand pressing onto your dressed core more firmly. “Can I taste you?"

Your eyes widen in shock. You were not a complete virgin, but unfortunately, you had never experienced that before. “My sexual life is actually really, and I mean really, meager, and no one ever asked me to do it.” You whispered, almost in embarrassment.

“So you’re telling me that no one asked to eat you out, princess? Well, that’s a shame. I bet your pussy is as sweet as you are.” He ran his nose across your cheek, enjoying your delicate skin and the light scent of your perfume, until he reached the sensitive part of your neck. “Your scent drives me crazy... You’re so sensitive, God. When was the last time you were with someone?” You tried to act normal and not shiever, but when Bucky’s finger was running up and down the soft cotton of your panties, it was nearly impossible to do.

“I don’t know. I did it just a few times, and I don’t date. Guys are not really interested in me.”

“Loosers.”

“Bucky.” You moaned his name when he suddenly fell to his knees. That view was so surreal for you. He seemed desperate to touch and taste you, to please you, even though he was painfully hard in his jeans. But he did not go too far because he was waiting for your response. “What if someone walks in?”

“There is a sign on the door. Are there many people who go to bookshops at that time?” Bucky took your left leg, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your eyes followed every move with curiosity and a hint of worry when he turned his head to softly kiss your thigh.

“Okay.”

Bucky took your leg off his shoulder but only to slide his hands under your dress and take off your underwear. He did not break eye contact when he helped you step out of it and then put them in his jeans pocket. With a quick motion, your leg returned to it’s place near his face and you blushed, realising how close he was.

With his right hand on your thigh and the left one slowly creeping up your other leg, Bucky started leaving kisses higher and higher, until he finally reached your pulled-up dress. When his head suddenly lowered and you felt the first touch of his tongue, you almost died.

Up until that moment, you didn’t even realize how tense your body was, but that first lick sent a hot wave over you and you could not hold back a whine. You just became a fucking puddle under his touch.

Bucky was not much better than you. He gripped your thigh harder, as if he wanted you to be even closer, and moaned when your taste blossomed on his tongue. He knew that he was addicted now and that he could spend hours in between your legs. His tongue slipped across your folds, collecting your juice, and then circled around your sensitive clit.

“Fuck, princess. You’re s’ sweet.”

"Bucky—oh my god, please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but that tight knot in your stomach was becoming almost too painful, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. As if Bucky had already understood your body better, he put two fingers of his left hand at your entrance, slightly pushing in just the tips.

You moaned again, your hand moving on it’s own and grabbing Bucky’s hair in despair. He slowly slipped inside, letting you adjust while still not stopping the movements of his tongue. You felt so fucking tight and wet around his fingers and his cock painfully twiched in his jeans. He started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, and if you weren’t so far up in your head, you would’ve been embarrassed by the noises coming out of you.

The combination of his thick digits and tongue pushed you into your first orgasm. Your back arched, and your legs unconsciously tried to close, but Bucky did not let that happen, gripping your thigh tighter and holding you in place.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon, don’t be shy.” He encouraged you and that was everything you needed.

You had no idea what happened next because your body felt like it was floating and your head fell back with a moan of Bucky's name. He let you go through it, slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers. As much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew that it was enough for you for the first time.

You felt how Bucky jently lowered your leg and then, holding you by the waist, stood up and shamelessly licked his shiny lips. “I can’t believe you actually just did that. No one has ever given me an orgasm.”

“Princess… You’re unbelievable.” He got closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. You could feel hardness in his pants, and while Bucky did not try to push it any further, the desire within you made you bold.

“Do you have a condom?” Bucky immediately pulled away from you, his eyes darker than before and his hands tightening on your waist. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, as if you said something wrong.

"No, no, no, you can’t get shy after you just asked me this. Eyes on me, princess. Do you really want it?"

“I do.”

Bucky connected your lips, distracting you from unnecessary thoughts, and you felt two hands on the back sides of your thighs. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as if your body knew what to do better than you. You both moaned when his bulge met with your dripping core; Bucky’s grip tightened and he slightly moved your hips.

Firmly holding you in his hands, Bucky stepped away from the shelves and went to the table that was standing nearby. He blindly moved aside some books there, dropping a few on the floor and receiving a groan from you. He put you on the flat surface, not moving away from between your legs.

Your hands finally felt more confident to study his tattooed skin. You never realised that you were into people with tattoos, but now, looking at the variety of things covering his tanned skin, your belly tightened with anticipation. Your hands slowly reached his neck, slightly pulling him closer.

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have it?” Instead of replying to you, Bucky, not breaking eye contact, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it, taking the shiny square that was sticking out of there.

Your eyes shot up at him, meeting his half-hooded and full-of-lust eyes. Bucky looked right back at you, mesmerized by your beauty—by the way your cheeks heated and your lips were slightly swollen. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them with boxers down his legs, until his hard as rock cock was free with pre-cum leaking from the tip.

“If you’re going to look at me like that, then I might cum like a teenager before everything starts, princess.” Bucky growled, squeezing your thigh in his hand. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then looked at his face again. You didn’t want to stare at his cock, but holy shit, it was better and bigger than everything you’ve seen before. You wondered what it would taste like, and that one thought made you clench around nothing.

With a quick, smooth motion, Bucky opened the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down his shaft. His hand moved you closer to the edge of the table, so now your faces were just a few centimeters away and you could feel his cock through the fabric of your dress.

“Be a good girl and hold it here for me.” Bucky folded your dress on your stomach, guiding your hand there, so he had better access to your sweet pussy. He had to see how he was disappearing inside of you with his own fucking eyes.

“Bucky…” You whined because of the way you were exposed to him, but you still did what he said. With wide eyes, you looked at how he moved even closer to you, slightly brushing your folds with the tip. Your free arm gripped his tattooed forearm, digging in your nails.

“So wet for me, so pretty... God, princess. I won’t be able to keep my hands from you. Say you want this. I need to hear it.” He palmed the side of your face, making you look up at him, and held himself at your entrance at the same time.

“I want it. Please.” You whispered, your eyes running back and forth between his pretty blues.

When he finally started slowly pushing into you, your mouth opened with a silent moan, and your eyes almost crossed with the way your whole body got covered with goosebumps. Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the place you two were connected. He felt every movement of your body and felt how your pussy almost sucked him inside.

He knew that you would feel good, but he did not realize that it would feel like the most correct thing in his life.

Bucky finally bottomed into you, stretching you the way you had never been before. You both thought that you could cum in that exact second, but you also both wanted to extend this moment as much as you could.

“Princess…” That sounded so desperate when Bucky finally started moving his hips, dragging his cock out and then pushing right back in. "Fuck, I need to kiss you. You feel like a fuckin’ heaven, holy shit.” Not stopping sliding into you at a steady pace, he dragged your face closer, as if his life were depending on it. Bucky greedily bit and sucked your bottom lip, swallowing every moan and whine you let out.

“Mh— I can’t— oh, Bucky!” You cried, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

He pulled you back away from his body, holding you that way so he had a better view of your face and body. He felt the way your thighs tried to squeeze together, your face started to heat and you tried to look away.

“Don’t you dare become shy when I’m balls deep in you, princess.” He slowed his movements and teased you until you almost begged him to fuck you properly again. “You need to cum, huh? Show me those pretty eyes; don’t hide from me, c’mon.” You looked up, almost whining from the way he was looking at you. Pupils blown out, eyes slightly narrowed, and running around your face with interest and desire. “Do you need something? Speak up, sweet girl.”

“I want to cum. Let me, please.”

“Good fucking girl.”

Bucky started fucking you with a new forse; the table under you was squeaking with every move, making the whole scene even dirtier. You could not care about embarrassment anymore, moaning Bucky name and begging him to be harder.

You both felt how close you were.

Your hand, with your skirt in it, tightened around the fabric, your spread legs were trembling and you started uncontrollably squeezing Bucky’s cock inside of you. His dirty words made your vision foggy with satisfaction and the way he didn’t stop hitting your sweet spot was enough for you to go crazy with an overwhelming orgasm.

“Bucky! Bucky, oh my— fuuuck!” You cried in pleasure, feeling a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock, until he finally slowed down and emptied himself in the condom. Your body fell forward right into Bucky’s chest, too tired to even sit straight. He wrapped his hands around you, slowly stroking your back and kissing your temple.

“You are fucking amazing, princess.” He mumbled into your hair and you just hummed in response. After a few quiet minutes, when your head started to clear up and the whole weight of this situation fell on you, you finally pulled away, hiding your eyes from him again. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I just… I don’t know what we are supposed to do in this situation; I mean— it was just sex for you, right?” You asked, focusing on one particular tattoo on Bucky’s neck to not show how nervous you were.

Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds, but you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Then he lifted your face with one of his hands and softly smiled at you. “If it meant nothing for me, I would’ve already been on my way home. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and I won’t be satisfied until you let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow evening, sweetheart?” He cooed, playfully tilting his head to the side. That man and his charm would be the death of you…

“Um, okay. I’m free, if you’re not kidding.”

“Not in the slightest. Now get dressed. I'm taking you home.” He pecked your lips before slowly pulling out of you and getting rid of the condom. You slowly jumped from the table, legs trembling from two mind-blowing orgasms, not missing how Bucky’s smirked at you.

“You don’t have to take me home, Bucky.” You fixed your dress and hair as much as you could without a mirror and then picked up the books from the floor that were forgotten during your makeout session.

“Well, I didn’t see a car near the shop, so I assume you’re walking home. And it’s dark.” He walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. “I don’t like this idea. I’m driving you home, princess.”

“Fine. You won.” You playfully made an annoyed voice to what Bucky just chuckled and held you even closer.

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n4nikeni · 7 months ago

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Over? We're far from over.

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Characters : Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto

Summary : your father had hired two bodyguards for you. Fortunately, they were both your type. One was strict and rough and the other one was carefree and soft. No one knew what goes on behind closed doors.

A/N : I might turn this into a series because bodyguard gojo and Geto!! Hell yeah

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“Gojo! Do you see her? Anywhere in this room?” Geto asked as he looked around everywhere into the crowded club. Flashing lights hitting everyone's eye and the loud music that could be heard from miles away. Gojo on the other hand, was getting tipsy already. A girl came up to him and offered him drinks and who was he to decline such a beauty?

Geto pushed through the crowd and grabbed on his shoulder. Snatching away the small cup in his hands “Gojo you can't be serious right now, she just left without telling us anything and she's nowhere to be found in here! Her height doesn't help either.” Gojo let out a sudden laugh after hearing Geto's remark about their client's height. It was quite true. You were bold enough to sneak out of your place and disobey your father. More than that, your personal bodyguards. But it wasn't really your fault either. You had been bugging them to take you to your friend's birthday party and they can even tag along into the club, Satoru did agree, but Suguru isn't easy to convince.

You weren't drunk, well, not yet. Your friends dragged you on the dance floor and got you enough drinks to be carefree and dance away with ease. Gojo stood up, easily towering over everyone there, he immediately found you swaying your hips with your friends, one was behind you with their hands on your hips and the other infront of you, too drunk to process anything. “There she is, her height might not be helpful but those eyes? Yeah.” Geto followed behind Gojo and finally got to where you were dancing. Suguru is a patient man. After all, you're his client. So, he has no choice. He picked you up by your waist and threw you over his shoulder. That's when you finally realized what you were doing and where you were. Gojo was behind Geto, grinning at you and as you looked up to see your surroundings and process what's going on. “What are you two doing here?! How'd you find out where I am!” you hit on Geto's shoulders. Though your light punches were not effective on him

“We have our ways.”

Satoru opened the car's door as Suguru got in the backseat with you, looking behind to make sure that you don't accidentally hit your head on the way. He placed you down on his thigh as Satoru got in after you two, closing the car's door behind him. Suguru shifted you on his lap, making you face him entirely. His big hands gripping onto your hips, you knew it'll leave a mark with the way he was digging his fingers in your milky skin. “it hurts!” you squirm in his lap, trying to escape his rough hands. “Oh it should. You didn't think once before going out on your own, did you think about what could've happened to you? How it would affect us?” He said, his voice laced with anger and concern. You wanted to speak up but you knew you shouldn't. There's really no explanation for your behavior. You felt Satoru's palm snaking up on your thighs, squeezing each part before moving upwards. “We'd like to remind you about the rules we had set when we became your bodyguards, right sugu?”

“Ah!— too rough!” you protester against suguru's violent thrusts. You were laying on top of Satoru. His cock buried nestled deep inside your velvety walls. He didn't move. He couldn't move. Geto's heavy cock was pounding in you. He couldn't wait no more. Prepping you to take both of them at once wasn't easy. Gojo laid there and enjoyed suguru's base rubbing on his length as he ploughed into you with no mercy. “fucking take it— You have to take it all.” Geto says as he grunts from the way you clenched so deliciously around him. Trapping both him and satoru inside you. Meanwhile, Satoru flicked on your sensitive nipples with his fingers and kissed you to shush you up. Even though anyone who walks or drives past your car would know what's happening inside. “Mmh..you taste like liquor. How many shots did they give you hm?” he asked. You struggled to answer him as suguru pulled you by your hair, your back hitting his chest. Satoru's eyes widen as he notices the small bulge that forms everytime suguru thrusts inside and disappears when he pulls back. He licked his lips and moved his hand from your plump nipples to your swollen clit, rubbing and pinching on it like it's a small toy. You felt the intense pleasure from his fingers and the two cocks already overwhelming you. Before you could moan out, suguru placed his free hand on your mouth, muffling any noises that were about to come out of your mouth. “I'm close..I'm so—close princess...I'm gonna fill you up with all I have. And you're gonna take it.” he punctuated the last two words with hard thrusts. Your head falling on his shoulder as your eyes rolled back. Satoru sits up and kisses on your body, sloppy kisses all over your neck to your chest and stomach, while his fingers kept on fumbling with your puffy clit. Suguru's pace was getting sloppy. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his release. You weren't as close as him. After all they did make you come twice before getting in. It'd take time for your third release. Geto shot his thick and warm semen all the way up to your womb. Filling you up. Your legs went numb as you shuddered. Geto let go of your hair and as you fall on top of Gojo. He slowly pulls out and sits back down, gasping for air. It was finally. Or, was it?

Gojo sighed and placed my legs down, shifting you too as you were now on his lap. “He sure took his sweet time with you baby, but what about me?” Satoru grinned as he slowly thrusted up in your creamy walls. It was far from over.

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kokii-omii · 15 days ago

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My Twst OCs as A Romantic Partner

very silly stuff for this round

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Maddex Hatcliff

i hope you're ready for a 24/7 party clown cuz thats what you signed up for if Maddie is your significant other

he'd be such a fun partner to have, you'll never be bored around him cuz he's always got something going on

he'd be the type to perform closeup magic on you like card tricks n stuff

he'll make sure you guys match, it can be anything from matching hats to bracelets to bowties or hairclips

very clingy

and really dramatic and i mean REALLY

petnames, lots of petnames

he'd call you stuff like : my dear, my darling, my sugar cube, etc lots of petnames starting with "my"

is not scared of pda , pda is scared of hin

will give you an at home fancy dinner date he set up himself to charm you

very affectionate, will smooch , will hug , will hold hands and frolic in the fields with his partner

Krohn Luteus

you lucked out cuz now you're getting home cooked meals for the rest of your life

he's such a joy to be around that his whimsy is contagious

you are his taste tester for his cooking, you get a say in everything cuz Krohn always wants your opinion

also extremely affectionate

will bear hug you and twirl you around like a princess

his hugs are so warm honestly, so soft even with all that muscle

yk those things where they sit on their partner's back while like they do pushups or something, yeah he'd do that with his partner

you gotta be the smart one in this relationship because there's no way its gonna be him

is also not afraid of pda cuz he's just so full of love

his pet names for his partner would be : honey , bun , sweetie, any food related term of endearment

Viridis Ashengrotto

i already said the rest in the last post but im just gonna say what i didn't add

not a fan of pda , actually not even a fan of just the a

public display of affection? more like public display of awkwardness

seriously he'd be such an awkward boyfriend, cant even hold hands with him in public

he cant be mean to you like how he's mean to everyone cuz he likes you

but in private you're his muse, he'll have so many portraits sitting in his studio and in his sketchbook

you gotta be the one to initiate affection cuz his ass doesn't know what the hell he's doing

he wouldn't have petnames cuz he likes calling you by your name

Leo Kerdo

tsundere

"its not like i like you!" type shit with him

not a fan of pda either, will pull a fighting stance if you try to smooch him in public even if its on the cheek

he doesn't mind if its in private tho, but will be a bit moody cuz that's just his default

being his partner is like one of those old married couples who bicker affectionately

you gotta be the one to plan dates cuz he doesn't know what he's doing (he'll be paying tho)

lovesss showing off his merform to his partner (egotistical fish)

possessive

his pet names are insults said affectionately like : dolt , brat, stupid, idiot but all said lovingly,

Alfred Manta

out of all the options, Alfred is your choice? okay its your funeral

you gotta be crazy if you're Alfred's partner, and thats a requirement

he doesn't mind pda, and will happily indulge his partner

will try to play tricks on you, its just inevitable, you signed up for this

will either take you to fancy dates or a dark forest to look for rodent bones there's no in between

you WILL have to go to cat cafes for this man you are not allowed to say no

he's almost always wearing gloves and if you ask him to take off the gloves to hold hands he'll jokingly call you bold for being so scandalous

lets you play with his hair

also possessive

his pet names are: dearest, darling, love , sweetheart, any type of fancy yee old term of endearment

Reese Manta

i also said the rest in the previous post but once again I'll say the ones i didn't say here

is fine with pda as well, hold hands smooching etc

he's the type of guy to randomly pinch you or even sniff you a lot if he likes your soap

he'll let you style his hair if you want, and will wear it for the rest of the day

again he's very fidgety, so he's gonna use you as his own personal fidget toy

doesn't have petnames cuz he doesn't even talk 😭 but will let you give him whatever ridiculous pet name you come up with

really possessive

Razi Umbra

he's the type of guy to not even realize that you guys are dating, he's just too locked in i fear

will give you pretty flowers he finds while he was out foraging for mushrooms and other things

will make sweet treats for you with whatever he has on hand

you're also on Razi watch duty because he will not stop his shenanigans even if you guys are dating

not really a fan of pda but won't stop you

he's also a bit dense and aloof so bear with him, that's how he is

low maintenance bf right here, you don't need to give him much, being there is enough for him

will let you do his hair and play with it if he's not doing anything currently

not really a fan of pet names so he just calls your name

Ezmond Morado

high maintenance diva right here

he's not allowed in the kitchen so i fear you gotta be the cook in this relationship

hatesss pda , doesn't mind in private tho he will have an attitude

Will take you to the finest places he can if you guys go out on a date

will make clothes for you and especially make ones that match with him

sorry but he's not letting you touch his hair, nobody's allowed to touch his silky smooth hair even if you're partners

Will do anything in his power to help you if you're ever in trouble

doesn't really do pet names so he just calls your name

Pan Nikos

loser gamer bf who is low key buff

WILL make you guys cosplay couples together

the type of guy to prefarm all the things you need in game so you don't have to suffer and go through the horrors just so you can co-op with him

lets you wear his main headphones

doesn't mind pda but honestly prefers to be affectionate in private

forehead kisses, he loves giving them especially if your forehead is exposed

yk how cats bite you a bit as a sign of affection, yeah he does that

most of your dates will be video game dates but will take you out to go somewhere if that's what you want

his pet names would just be one name and thats : cutie

Peyn Algos

tsundere part 2

sorry but there's no way he's letting you do pda with him

even in private he's a bit flushed about receiving affection

he gets really embarrassed and turns red because of it

kiss on the cheek? immediate tomato face

will take you out on a joyride in one of ignihyde's decked out blastcycles

he gets angrily shy and flustered if you guys hold hands

will fight other guys if he thinks they're bothering you

very protective of his partner

he doesn't do petnames but will let you give him one pet name bo matter how silly it is

Lucien Thornhill

first post of the bf thing so im gonna do the thing again

will give you his favorite books so that you can read and understand what he's talking about whenever he has his rambles about his interests

is okay with pda as long as its not too mushy and affectionate

you're good in private tho, so you can smooch him as much as you want

your dates are gonna be library dates, you find a book and he tries to explain the book for you

likes to hold hands

he'll let you play with his hair both curly and straight

his pet names are gonna be : dearest , my dear, and beloved

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i didn't think it'd be this long

#good googly moogly #thats long #twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #oc #twst wonderland #koki's yap

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yesihaveaobsession · 2 months ago

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alastor x female! reader

Summary: While picking centerpieces for a hotel event, the reader and Alastor playfully argue over flowers—until he hands her a camellia, charming her into choosing his pick all along.

A/N- So for those who have been following me for a while, probably remember that Alastor x florist fic a while ago and slot of y'all seemed to like it so I'm back with another flower based fic! Enjoy!! :))

The bell above the door jingled as you stepped inside, the scent of fresh-cut flowers and earthy moss washing over you. It was almost disorienting—Hell wasn’t known for pleasant things like this. But the shop was a hidden gem, its walls lined with blooms in every shade imaginable. You were here on a mission: centerpieces for the upcoming hotel soirée.

And of course, he was with you. Alastor.

Charlie had originally sent you to pick out the centerpieces for the event. Just you. But he insisted on tagging along. So here you were—because apparently, he had impeccable taste in floral. So he says.

“Now, I still say the dahlias are the most tasteful choice,” Alastor said, voice chipper and eyes scanning the displays like a child in a candy store. “Elegant, rich in color, and they have just the right amount of... personality.” His clawed hand brushed against a petal like it was the most fragile thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes with a playful huff. “Dahlias are fine, but sunflowers brighten up a room. The event is meant to feel warm, inviting. Not like a haunted tea party,” you said, looking over a pot of sunflowers.

Alastor gave a dramatic gasp and pressed a hand to his chest. “You wound me! A haunted tea party is exactly the vibe I bring to the table, my dear.” Of course.

You just snorted, folded your arms, and walked down the aisle of arrangements. “Exactly my point,” you said, rolling your eyes again. Alastor trailed behind you, almost on your heels, hands clasped behind his back, whistling faintly through his grin.

“Sunflowers are bold, yes, but hardly sophisticated,” he added. “They scream farmhouse kitchen. Not exactly the tone for a grand hotel affair.”

You spun on your heel and raised a brow. “And dahlias scream ‘I’m a Victorian ghost bride.’”

That one really got him—he chuckled, clearly amused. “Well, I am a sucker for the classics.”

You both stared at each other for a long moment before breaking into grins. The argument clearly wasn’t serious. You’d think with someone like him, it would be—but that was just the kind of relationship the two of you had. Falling into that familiar rhythm of playful banter.

“Fine,” you sighed. “Maybe something neutral. White roses? Carnations?”

Alastor hummed again and stepped around you until he was just a bit too close—for comfort. He did that a lot. His red eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Oh, I think I’ve found the perfect flower,” he said smoothly.

Before you could ask, he reached toward a nearby vase and plucked a single deep red camellia. Then, without a word, he extended it to you—still wearing that ever-present grin.

You blinked, caught off guard.

“Camellias symbolize admiration, affection... and control,” he said in that silky voice, watching your expression. “Quite fitting, don’t you think?”

Your fingers slowly took the stem, brushing his gloved hand in the process. “Control, huh?”

Alastor tilted his head.

“Why yes. And look at you—exactly where I wanted you. Holding my flower, in my shop choice... and considering my centerpieces.”

He had you right where he wanted you. You knew it—and so did he. You looked down at the camellia, then back at him. Amused, but undeniably flustered.

“Fine,” you said, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “You win this round, Radio Demon.”

Alastor’s grin stretched wider—if that was even possible—and his voice laced with that soft, static hum like it always did. “Darling, I always do.”

He definitely knew what he was doing. Because when the two of you left the flower shop, and Charlie asked which flowers you’d chosen, the answer was simple:

Camellias. And dahlias.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor x you #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #i have an obsession

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harrysmimi · 9 months ago

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Finally Your Husband

Coffee And Pancakes series P16

Synopsis: YN and Harry tie the knots together in an intimate and private ceremony in Italy and they get to hear an amazing news.

Series Master list | More of My Work

YN was nervous.

She was on brink of having a breakdown. Everything was turning out to be so perfect yet everyone was giving her a big hard time.

The way her grandma wasn't attending was a cherry on top for her but her parents were attending. The way it was the people who loved and respected her boundaries and parents giving her a hard time taunting her every little choice. A few of her cousins were attending too, and most of them YN hated. It was just amazing and hell on earth at the same time. They were Harry's Italian villa where he proposed to her.

One of her cousin got drunk and almost tore his scrotum while dancing during one of the pre-wedding ceremonies. Niall was a real helper driving him to the nearest hospital. And two of her other cousins threw a fit of fight when they found out they were wearing the same outfit.

The pre wedding ceremonies were lowkey too. It was a whole week long spiel and a half.

"I don't know why I am nervous!" She whined on the phone with her soon to be husband, her eye welled up with tears. She was all ready and they were just fifteen minutes away from being married.

There was going to be two ceremonies back to back and long night of partying.

"Baby." Harry cooed, "just fifteen minutes okay?"

While he tried his best to assure her everything is going to be fine, it wasn't putting her at ease. Her life was about to change for good.

Just a few years ago she wasn't even interested in seeing anyone (she in fact hated the idea) and now here she is about to marry the love of her life. Everything between fear and pure ecstasy was just running in rounds in her head.

Harry was just two stories down from where she was but she couldn't go see him. YN was having a breakdown. She was nervous thinking what possibly could go wrong as everything has been so smooth sailing.

On the other hand, Harry was nervous indeed but he could manage himself. He had just gotten into his suit as he was done with his hair.

He got a call from Brielle, stating he need to go see his wife (soon-to-be) now. She was having a breakdown. He had quickly put on his coat and headed to where his wife-to-be was.

"Oh my god!" He whispered to himself as he saw her sitting there on the edge of the bed all ready and dolled up, she took his breath away. Even though she was crying. "Angel, you look breath taking!"

She was wearing a white lehenga, and covered in gorgeous jwellery, a soft makeup look with a bold lip.

And that made her son too. "I broke this." She showed him the chain he got her for one of her birthdays and she wanted to wear it as it was so special. It wasn't going to be visible with all the jewelry she was wearing, but still she'd know she is wearing it.

"Hey, it's alright my love." He cooed as he sat next to her. "It's alright. We can get that fixed."

"I wanted to wear it." She managed to whisper between her sobs. "You gave it to me on my birthday."

"I know, but-" he was cut off when YN's brother's wife, Jasmine came in with a sewing box.

"I knew this was going to be handy- oh Harry?" She was quite surprised. "I am sorry, I should have knocked but she is crying."

"No, it's fine." Harry assured her.

"Look we are going to fix it okay for now?" She took YN's necklace. Soon after her mother walked in as well. She helped Jasmine fix the necklace. They just tied the broken ends with a piece of things thread. It wasn't a permanent solution but it was going to work for now. "Come here let me put this on." Jasmine even put it on for her and even attempted to fix her makeup too.

Harry watched the way her mum looked at her. They both looked exactly the same he figured. He just wished she would have spoken with her then, he could tell she wanted to. She had tears in her eyes seeing her daughter as a bride. It just broke his heart a little.

"I will come and get you in a while. And Harry you probably have to be there in a few minutes too." Jasmine informed both, soon her and YN's mum left.

"Hey, you good?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I am sorry." She mumbled, "I think I'm about to get my period. I don't know why I am crying so much."

"Don't say that." He pulled her in for a hug, "you don't have to say that. It's a big day, and it's okay to feel this way."

"This is so overwhelming." She mumbled against his chest.

"I know, but it'll be alright. I'm right here with you, yeah?"

It had just been five minutes Harry had to go out as the ceremony would begin. First it was the traditional Indian way. And then it was Niall officiating their wedding. Everything went as smoothly as possible. Soon YN realised she was panicking for nothing everything was just perfect.

They both cried twice as she walked down the aisle twice.

"You may kiss your bride, Harold." Niall announced as he stepped away.

Harry was quick to pull his wife in as he picked her lips gently before he got her in a bear hug. YN wrapped her arms around him

Her husband has been by her side for the entire day. It was time for their first dance.

"I can't believe we are married now." She said they both swayed to the soft music playing.

Harry leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Mhmm. I am finally your husband."

"Yeah? I am your wife now." She couldn't help but smile sheepishly at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He got flustered seeing her watch him with love heart eyes.

"Can you kiss me?" She asked.

"You know I will." With that he pressed his lips on hers, not shying away that her parents and brother are present there like they used to. She's his woman now and he is her man. "I love you so much!"

"I love you so much!" She reciprocated.

The rest of the night was flawless. Niall and Zayn got drunk off their arse as they danced to Gasolina for the fifth time. The food was amazing.

"You're not going to have anything to drink?" YN asked her husband.

"No, I am done. Had a glass of wine." He shared as he pulled her closer to his side as he watched his former band mates dance like idiots. "Want to stay present." He pressed a kiss on her head.

"Awh!" She cooed.

"Come on guys!" Gemma pulled them both to the dance floor, she was halfway hammered too there. They had a very fun night.

Harry was still on the dance floor as YN retrieved back feeling tired as her adrenaline started to wear off slowly but surely. Her husband wasn't drunk but he was having fun like his friends if not more.

Soon people started leaving to go back to their accommodations and it was just the close family left there to clean up a bit before everyone headed back. As it was Harry's (now theirs) villa all the bride and groom had to do was walking up the stairs to their bedroom.

It was all decorated with pretty candles and flowers. "Oh see the mood is already set for us." Harry announced as he hugged his wife from behind. "To be honest, this wasn't needed I had my eye on you since this morning." He had been worked up all night, actually all day. She looked absolutely dead drop gorgeous in that dress and she is wife now. That all together new feeling.

YN was quick to turn around in his arms. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm." He nodded and pecked her lips gently.

"This is going to be a big hassle to get out of." She reminded him that she is wearing a Lehenga with hundreds if not thousands of pins holding it together.

"Don't worry we have all the time in the world." He assured her as his hand went up her back behind her Chunni as he tugged onto the string of her blouse.

On a serious note, he did help her get out of the heavy outfit. They had a great laugh as it kept tugging on one thing or another. YN finally got out of the lehenga. He was also just in his trousers by now.

"You were wearing sweat pants underneath that the white day?" Harry giggled.

"Yes! And I was still cold." She pouted as she took off her bangles as she was sat on the bathroom counter.

"Awh, my baby!" He cooed, "let's hand this up, yeah?" He nicely hung up the fit on the designated hanger carefully and hung it over the bathroom door. "Now where were we." He went back to her, stepping between her legs.

"Where were we?" She placed the last of the bangles she took off in their designated box as she looked up at him.

"I'd rather show you." With his arms wrapped around her waist he picked her back and walked back to their bed. She laughed feeling his fingers dig into her side tickling her. He gently placed her on the bed as hovered over her pressing his mouth to hers. His hands wandered on her back to unhook her blouse she still had on. "This okay?"

"Yes." She nodded, her hands on his hips as he helped her out of the blouse that's when she noticed the bulge. She was quick to unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants.

"No let me do the work now." He stopped her, reaching down to the waist band of her sweats and sliding them down with her panties. He got down on his knees as his lips left a trail of soft and eager kisses down her neck to her stomach to her inner thighs. YN let out a soft moan as she felt his mouth on her, his tongue teasing her bud.

Soon enough she was pulling him back to her, he was quick to press his mouth on hers. Her juices are still on his mouth as he pushes his tongue in her mouth, flawlessly dominating over their very heated moment.

"I want your cock in me now." She demanded, propping herself up on her elbows.

He chuckled softly as he undid his trousers and took off his boxers. "Very demanding, aren't we?" He was back on top of her. He lines his tip against her weeping hole as he pushes inside her with ease. "Can never get over the feeling of your pussy on my cock, baby!" He groans softly with his forehead on hers.

YN just let out a soft moan holding onto his shoulders. "Want it to be soft this time." She whispered.

"Mhmmm." He agrees moaning as he could feel her walls pulsing around him.

"Fuck! Right there!" She gasped feeling his cock plunging in her softly yet firmly.

"Yeah, you like it baby?" He looked at her before pecking her lips, earning a nod of satisfaction from her. "That's it baby, lay back and relax. Gonna take care of my wife!"

YN laid back on bed. Harry was quick enough to grab the pillow for her before she rested her head back, not forgetting to keep on with his slow and firm thrusts. Dipping his head down he latched his mouth on her hardened nipple, whilst his hand was busy kneading the other making her back arch.

"Oh yes!" She moaned softly again, gasping for air as she floated away in pleasure.

"Oh yes baby, you gonna cum?" He looked at her again.

"Yeah. I want you to cum in me." She requested. This isn't the first time.

"Yeah? You want me to cum in you baby?" He said getting his hand down to rub her clit making her jolt in surprise.

"Yes please!" She sighed.

"Yeah, almost there baby, urgh!" He thrusts were getting harder and harder as he couldn't hold it back, feeling her pulsing harder around him. Soon he was releasing his load in her pussy with the last few thrusts. "Fuck that was amazing!" He chuckled, still inside her.

"Yeah." She pulled him down for a kiss. "I love you so much Harry!"

"I love you so much!" He kissed again. Rolling over he pulled her in closer. "We are finally married."

"Mhmm." She nodded, looking at him with tired yet love-heart eyes. "We're married now, I can't wait to grow old with you!"

"Yeah? I promise I will love you even after we're seventy." He mumbled softly against her forehead before pressing another kiss on her skin. It was a joke as they danced to Thinking Out Loud by Ed, making her giggling.

"Oh you better!" She warned him.

"You know I will, baby!" He pushes back to look at her, "do you want to get cleaned up and go to sleep?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

Harry was quick enough to help her get cleaned and helped her get into one of his t-shirts before they were off to bed.

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Harry woke up feeling super hot for some reason, he back was all sweaty as YN slept closer to him, her face buried in his back.

"Baby?" Harry carefully turned around and moved closer to her wife who was still asleep but shivering and burning up. That was enough to get him out of sleep in an instance. "Baby, you alright?"

"Hmmm?" She sounded.

"You're burning up my love." He whispered.

"Yeah I am cold. I just want to sleep." She mumbled. The worst thing about her was how she managed to sleep through fever.

"Let's go see a doctor first, yeah?" He suggested, "you can sleep when we get back."

"Can we go later?" She mumbled again, pulling the blanket over her mouth and curling up even more.

"Babe, come on now. You're burning up." He insisted, "I promise we'll make it as quick as possible, yeah?"

"I- fine we'll-." She ran off to the toilet and started throwing up.

"Oh no." Harry mumbled as he rushed to her and held her hair back and rubbed her back. "It's alright sweetheart. We'll go see a doctor."

Harry was quick to drive her to the nearest hospital, they were asked to wait luckily there was no rush there and they got in without an appointment. The doctor did a basic physical exam.

"Have you eaten anything recently which might upset your stomach?" The doctor asked as he documented in his computer.

"No, I have been eating healthy for our wedding." YN explained.

"Oh congratulations!" The doctor smiled, "don't worry we'll look into it. Have you tried taking a pregnancy test?"

"Not recently." YN shrugged, suddenly feeling anxious as she looked at her husband. "But I'd be open to one if we can do it here."

"Sure." The doctor nodded. "We'll also get the blood work done if necessary too."

"Yeah. Thank you." YN nodded.

Soon enough a nurse guided the couple to a room where YN can take the pregnancy test in privacy. She was nervous and she was already crying.

"It's okay baby." Harry tried his best to calm her down as they waited for the longest five minutes. "What does it say?"

"It's positive." She started sobbing.

"Oh my god!" He was quick to pull her in the tightest hug ever.

"We're going to be Mummy and Papa!" She mumbled as she sobbed.

"Yeah!" Harry rocked her side to side in excitement.

That was the happiest moment of YN's life there but she was still burning up with fever. Doctor gave her some mild medicines to take and advised her to rest as much as she can.

That's exactly what Harry made her do. He drove her back home to their Villa. Made her feel all comfy as he fixed her a quick meal.

They postponed their honeymoon until YN feels better and is fit to travel and spend their time in and resting and taking in the news.

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belit0 · 4 months ago

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Hey lovely! this is my first time requesting. Could you do a story where the reader leaves on her wedding night, running away from a marriage she never wanted? After running for hours, exhausted and desperate, she stumbles into Uchiha territory, where she is discovered by the Uchihas.

Tension rises as he questions her presence. Was she just a lost bride, or was there more to her story?

(Could you include all the Uchihas, especially Madara)

Hello love! Welcome! I hope you place many more requests, this one was great!!!

Madara

The night is cold.

Madara stands before her like a monolith of shadow, broad shoulders blocking out the moonlight, arms folded over his chest in an unmistakable stance of power. His expression—cut from stone—betrays nothing, but his eyes, burning like coals in the dark, pin her in place.

-You’re far from where you should be.

(Y/N) doesn’t speak. She can’t. Her breath is ragged, her limbs weak from the hours she spent running, and the weight of his presence is suffocating.

Madara’s gaze flicks downward, taking in the embroidered silks of her wedding attire—torn at the hem, stained with dirt and blood from where she must have stumbled. His jaw tightens.

-Were you running from someone?

Silence.

A single step forward, slow, deliberate.

-Or something?

She sways on her feet but doesn’t answer.

Madara exhales through his nose, a sharp, measured sound, and suddenly she knows—he doesn’t like uncertainty. He doesn’t like not knowing. And he will not be patient forever.

-Speak.

(Y/N) swallows, throat dry, and forces herself to meet his gaze.

-I had no choice.

Madara watches her for a long moment. The air between them is thick, weighted with something unreadable. Then, he tilts his head, voice lowering to something almost gentle.

-You always have a choice.

His fingers twitch—an impulse, perhaps, to grab her, to keep her from running again. But he does not move. Instead, he watches, waiting, gaze heavy with something she cannot yet name.

She doesn’t know whether she has run into salvation or something far worse.

Izuna

-A runaway bride.

Izuna leans against a tree, arms crossed, head tilted as he grins.

-That’s new.

(Y/N) glares. She is breathless, trembling, but stubborn. She had fought to make it this far, and she won’t let herself be toyed with now.

Izuna takes a step forward, and something in his posture shifts—his amusement, though present, does not soften the way he watches her.

-You came all this way just to stumble into my clan’s lands?- A quiet chuckle. -That’s bold.

-I didn’t mean to,- she snaps, frustrated, exhausted.

-Oh?- His smirk widens. -Then where were you running to?

She hesitates. And Izuna notices.

His gaze sharpens, the glint of something dangerous flashing beneath his easy charm.

-You weren’t just running away,- he murmurs, stepping closer. -You were running toward something.

Her breath catches.

And Izuna, ever perceptive, ever shamelessly intrigued, watches the way she reacts with genuine delight.

-Well, then.- His fingers brush her chin, lifting it just slightly. -I do love a good mystery.

(Y/N) jerks away.

Izuna only laughs.

Obito

He finds her in the rain.

Obito had been patrolling the outskirts, soaked to the bone, cursing under his breath about how unlucky he was to be assigned to this duty of all things when he heard the sound—a choked breath, a sharp inhale.

And then he saw her.

Dripping wet. Shivering. Barely standing.

His first instinct was panic.

-Shit—hey, are you—?

He moves fast, catching her just before she can collapse.

Her hands grip his cloak, trembling, desperate, holding on as if letting go would mean death.

Obito stares.

-What the hell happened to you?

She doesn’t answer. Just shakes her head, eyes wild, as if even forming words is too much.

Obito swallows, heart pounding. He should call someone. He should alert the others. But—

Her fingers tighten. Don’t let go.

And suddenly, his arms tighten around her, as if something instinctual won’t allow him to step away.

-Okay. Okay, I got you.

Obito doesn’t know who she is. He doesn’t know why she ran, or what she’s running from.

But he knows that kind of fear.

And he won’t leave her to face it alone.

Shisui

-You really have bad luck, huh?

(Y/N) jerks, startled by the voice above her.

She looks up—Shisui is perched on a tree branch, casually swinging his legs, looking down at her like he’s just found the most interesting thing in the world.

His eyes glint.

-Most people who run away don’t end up in Uchiha territory.

(Y/N) grits her teeth. She is cold, drenched in sweat, her body still aching from the run, and the last thing she needs is a smug stranger looking at her like she’s entertainment.

-And yet, here you are.

He leaps down effortlessly, landing just before her, standing close enough that she stiffens.

His gaze flicks over her—the torn silks, the bruises on her arms, the exhaustion in her stance. And in an instant, his teasing fades.

- …Did someone chase you?

The concern in his voice is genuine.

(Y/N) doesn’t answer.

Shisui watches her, silent, considering. And then—

-You must be exhausted.

She blinks.

Before she can react, he steps behind her, crouching slightly—

-Hop on. I’ll carry you.

(Y/N) stares at him, baffled.

-What? No—

-You look like you’re about to drop dead. C’mon, I promise I don’t bite. A playful smirk. Unless you want me to.- He only laughs.

Itachi

He finds her in the early dawn.

It is quiet.

Too quiet.

(Y/N) is hunched over, trembling, knees in the dirt, arms wrapped around herself as if to contain something breaking inside her.

Itachi watches her for a moment before stepping forward.

-You should not be here.

Her head jerks up.

She had not noticed him approach.

A mistake.

She stares at him—dark robes, the quiet intensity in his expression, the way his gaze, though not unkind, holds nothing she can read.

-I— Her voice breaks. She swallows. -I didn’t mean to—

-I know.

Silence stretches between them.

Itachi’s gaze flickers over her state—she has been running for hours.

-If you are looking for refuge, he says, calm, this is not the safest place to find it.

(Y/N) exhales shakily.

-Then why haven’t you sent me away?

A pause.

Itachi studies her. The way she trembles, yet holds herself upright. The way she fears him, yet does not back down.

Finally, he speaks.

-Because I do not believe you have anywhere else to go.

Her breath catches.

And Itachi—silent, unreadable, calculating—waits.

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skiiyoomin · 2 years ago

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i beg you to write some tobias eaton jealousy smut where he gets all possesive and shit

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Content: SMUT CONTENT, possessiveness, swearing, fem reader, slight tease Tobias, dirty talk? little tiny bit of degradation (he calls you a slut)

Summary: Tobias had to show exactly who you belong to

a/n possesive tobias makes me feralll, also the plot is boring as hell but i geniuenly couldnt come up with something else

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ღNeed | Tobias Eaton

You're beatiful, that's a fact. Tobias knew it, everyone at Dauntless did. He always felt lucky and greatful to have ended up with you, and he always made sure to remind you of that fact.

However, like everything, there was a downside. People at Dauntless had a tendency for....boldness. Of course that was a given, I mean, it's literally their nature to be bold. But there were times Tobias wished people weren't so bold.

Often times he'd catch people staring at you a little longer than necessary. Other times they'd straight up attempt to flirt with you, but you quickly shut down their advances. However, there's always going to be some idiot who doesn't understand what no means. Like right now.

You were at a party and of course, as expected of Dauntless, everything was absolutely wild. You were having a great time and, surprisingly, so was Tobias. As expected, you had caught the eyes of many in your black silk dress that night and while he felt slightly uneasy at this, who were they to blame really, you did look stunning after all.

At one point, he unwrapped his arm from your waist and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, what he saw had him clenching his jaw and curling his hands into fists. A random guy was towering over you, leaning a bit too close for comfort, your face clearly showed discomfort, which had Tobias immediately coming to your side.

"Are you ok darling? Is he bothering you?" He glared at the man as he asked the question, his gaze softening when he glanced back down at you. You meekly nodded, wanting nothing more than to be left alone with your lover.

"Oh come one babygirl don't play hard to get, we were having fun" The man reeked of alcohol making his nose twitch in disgust. His grip on your waist tightened. "She's clearly taken, so I would back off if I were you"

The man merely glanced at him before he drifted his attention back to you, continuing his advances. Tobias stepped in front of you, pushing a finger into the mans chest. "I said back off" He seethed.

Before he could answer, Tobias grabbed your hand and walked towards the door with a fast pace, leaving you no choice but to follow. Once you were walking down the empty hallways of the compound, you reached up to place your hand on his tense shoulders. Hesitantly, you called out to him.

"..Tobias?"

You were answered with silence, and while you questioned the unusual behaviour, you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to cause further tension.

Before you knew it, you were at the door of your shared apartment. As soon as the door closed, Tobias had you pressed up against the wall, his lips kissing yours in fervour. You were absolutely breathless, your mind going blank at the feeling of his hands roaming your body.

He seperated from your lips, though only a mere centimeters. He gazed deep into your eyes, his own half lidded ones holding a dark lustful gaze. "You're mine" He growled. His low tone sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching in your throat.

He picked you up with ease, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he manuvered with ease through the house and to your bed. Gently he plopped you down and crawled on top of you, his toned arms caging you under him. His lips were back on yours, the tension rising as his hands roam your curves. Your shirt rode up with the movements and in one swift movement it was off, leaving you in your bra. His lips began to move down, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw and neck. You let out a breathy moan when he kisses the crevice of your neck. When he pulled back, he admired the series of hickeys decorating your neck.

With expertise, he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the side. Similarly to your neck, he began to spread hickeys wherever he could. Your back arched when his warm mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, the other teased between his thumbs. "Mmm Tobias" You breathed out, your hands on the back of his head, messing up his brown locks. He continued giving his attetion to your chest, switching between one nipple and the other until you were writhing underneath him.

"Please Tobias, I need it"

You whined, but he only seemed to want to tease you.

"Need what baby? Use your words"

"Fuck please, i- i need your cock"

That's all he needed to hear for him to remove the rest of your clothes as well as his own onto the pile on the floor. He placed his hands under your knees, spreading your legs until you were wide open for him. The sight of your wet cunt made his dick twitch, a groan errupting from his throat at the sight. "Fuck baby you're already so wet for me, can't wait for this cock to fill you up hm?"

You nodded frantically, wanting to be filled up to the brim. You grinded your hips, needing to feel friction on your throbbing pussy. He leaned forward, pressing your legs to your chest as he lined up with your needy hole. Without any warning, he slammed into you, causing a loud moan to rip from you.

"I'm gonna show everyone who you belong to, who fucks you so hard you can't walk properly like a needy little slut"

You whined at the filthy words, but before you could even react, he was already slamming his hips into your ass, the dirty sounds of squelching filling the room.

He lifted your hips a little bit, allowing him to reach places you didn't know existed. Your head fell back onto the mattress, your jaw hung open while the most pornographic mewls left your mouth. He grunted at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, your nails scratching his back adding to the feeling of pleasure.

Soon enough your back arched, your moans rising in pitch and your words turned into gibberish as you felt your orgasm reach its peak. Tobias quickened his pace, feeling his own release coming close.

"o-ooh my god f-fuck i'm gonna cum"

"cum for me baby"

With a couple more thrusts you were cumming all over his cock, your body jerked uncontrollably. Not long after he released his seed inside you, using your overstimulated hole to chase his high.

When you finally caught your breath, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "That was good"

He pressed kisses all over your face before looking at you with a smirk "Don't think I'm done with you"

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richeeduvie · 4 months ago

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Sooo…Wedding Bells Part 3? 👀

Wedding Bells (Part Three)

Stewy H. x Reader, Roman R. x Reader (complicated), Kendall R x Reader (minor, minor as in what Baby was when she was groomed by him) hope ya'll enjoyyyyy!!!!

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PART ONE PART TWO AUTHOR MASTERLIST

For more (since the masterlist isn't properly updated) you can always just search up "#dogandbone!au" or "#roman roy x reader" and so on for more! <3333

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Roman (and his stomach) can no longer be held back by you. With Stewy's growing boldness, it's impossible to convince him that he's just a wedding date, after the kiss - after tonight...you can't help but attempt to assure yourself too, even as the idea that you don't want to boils. And boils. And boils.

And there's still much more of the night to go.

Knowing the aspects of the "DogandBone!AU" do help add content to both parts of this story, but you do not need to read anything prior to understand it. If you would like to, you can go onto my masterlist linked and browse through the masterlists/content of my succession characters. All are content for DAB!AU. Or you can simply search up the tag.

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You are so beautiful. It’s sickening, really. How dare you?

You’ve always been beautiful to Stewy, except when you were a kid, of course. You know why? Because you were a kid. You were disgusting as much as you were sweet to him. That’s just how kids are. Then you stopped being forteen. You were twenty. Then…you were twenty-five. Twenty-nine. Thirty. And you were beautiful, but there was nothing Stewy attached to the word. You were beautiful the way a beach is beautiful. He doesn’t plan on sticking his cock in the sand anytime soon.

But something has decided to take him. It is very, very unproductive. And annoying. But what do you deserve? Another Roman? God, he’d rather shoot himself in the head than deny himself his feelings for the sake of…Roy-ethnic mental illness? Well. No, it wouldn’t be for the sake of it, right? Stewy, if he was a Roy, would be denying himself his feelings for you like a petulant fuck until he hurts you.

Maybe he shouldn’t be thinking so far ahead. He only just started thinking you’re beautiful like five or so hours ago. Maybe Stewy could play this like it’s pure attraction. He’s a grown man. Attraction isn’t feelings - realizing you’re a hot woman isn’t feelings. But also, maybe thinking like this gets him one step closer to denying everything outright. Like a Roy. They love their childish games. Stewy loves that nearly just as much.

It’s mature and sensible to and deserved for him to never deny himself of what he wants, what he’s discovered, but it’s also mature and sensible to move on from it. He’s not going to leak at the sight of you. Probably.

“Stewy?”

Stewy’s head snaps to you.

No. Silly him. His head snaps to your hand on his bicep. It’s soft, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?

“Yes, princess?”

“You okay? You’re zoning out a bit.”

Was he? “Mm. I was just wondering why you’re not up there with the fam-a-lee.”

Maybe he’s filling himself with hubris - going against everything he says about his lack of feelings…because he makes the choice to run his fingers through your hair. Deliberately. It’s not mindlessly, or out of habit as if he’s done it with other women (maybe he has?). It’s a complete decision pressed against his fingers.

Jesus Christ. Stewy doesn’t care to pretend that he’s not in control of himself, that his skin goes gooey when you blush at him. That doesn’t mean he has to embrace it with open arms and legs.

But that doesn’t mean he has to stop and find a blonde at someone else's bachelor party so his Daddy can give him kissies.

Stewy smiles. Okay. Rome doesn’t deserve that bone of harshness. Especially after he puked his fucking skeletal system up. What the hell was that about?

“Goddaughter titles don’t get you a seat with the bride and groom. Kendall and Rome aren’t gonna be up there. And Connor.”

“Yeah, but I always thought since Shiv was, I don’t know…was she not in love with you for the majority of her budding womanhood?” Stewy blinks at himself, then at the bride and groom table. “Was that pedophilic?”

Your little, now excruciatingly beautiful face twists in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Oh. Of course you were oblivious to the feelings happening amongst your budding womanhood. Ew. Fuck.”

He smiles at you. No teeth included.

This is nice. This, being right here next to you, makes him feel good. Chilled - and to be vulnerable like this…somehow this would end up in Logan Roy calling him a fag, to allow his emotions for you fall over him, not under. This is not about trying to get you to blush at him, although as he said…he really likes that.

Fuck. Maybe Stewy just doesn’t want to admit he doesn’t know what the fuck to do about this, and he’s still touching your hair like he does. But there's a, what? What is he going to call it? A twinkle in your eye? He can handle this if you suddenly find him beautiful too.

You do, right? He’s sure. He will especially not know what to do if you don’t. But you definitely found him beautiful in the way a beach is before this. Or maybe heaven. He’ll take either.

What the fuck is he going to do about the sudden you spread along his heart?

“I look good tonight, right? I look as good as I smell?”

“I haven’t told you yet?”

“Absolutely not. I would’ve remembered. Kept it right here.” Stewy gestures to his heart, palm flat on his chest.

“Ohhh. Sorry. You almost look as good as you smell.”

Stewy smiles.

“How dare you.”

Maybe he can figure it out, he’s smart, after all. This is all dependent on you at the end of the day. Even before, when you were just…platonically beautiful, you deserve to pick who and how you’re going to fuck. Or make love. Or hold hands. Whatever it is you do.

“What are we going to do after this?”

“After the toasts? Eat. And then dance. Maybe you shouldn’t dance?”

A beat.

What?

“Maybe I shouldn’t dance? Um…Princess,” Stewy puts an arm around your shoulders to pull you in. “You’ve seen me fuck a dancefloor to pieces.”

You keep yourself blushed before you smile, as you’ve always have. Nothing new.

Jesus Christ. Fuck me.

“We can dance.”

“Okay. After?”

“After? I mean…we go back to our rooms.”

Okay. Even if that’s not what you want. Okay, because Stewy wants to go back to separate rooms. That’s easy to decide if you want to go back to separate.

Even if he can tell you don’t want to. He’s sure that’s that softening look on your face. And what does that mean for him? Nothing. Or maybe something. Fuck him at this point.

But Stewy can see your face softening into a pout that’s almost…guilty. No. Uncomfortable.

Fuck. Did he make you uncomfortable? Do you really just want to go back to separate rooms? Has he been imagining the flirtations in between the banter? Fuck.

He’s sorry, Princess. He’ll definitely let it go now.

“Hey.”

Stewy takes his arm away from your shoulders. He smiles and it’s genuine, but he doesn’t have to crash and burn at the first feeling of…feeling shitty, to act as if he has to put a bullet in his mouth because what does that do? You’re bound to notice, and with what he’s noticed with you and Roman…you’ll feel the need to soothe him for something he did.

He pokes her bicep.

“Okay. We go back to our rooms. Okay.”

“...Okay.”

There it is. That smile.

Seriously. Fuck him.

Maybe tension can just stay tension. Stewy’s sly, but apparently not sly or observant enough to know if it goes both ways. He doesn’t need to feel so guilty to the point of having you slave over said guilt.

With that, why does he go back to when you fourteen at the club with him and Kendall? It’s a memory that hits him…vividly. A beautiful shitload of strobing colors over and under the anger that was his when Kendall, love him always, kept bringing you to snort and drink and crush?

Stewy blinks at you. And speak of the devil.

He blinks up at Kendall.

“Hello, Roy Boy. Haven’t seen you shed one tear yet your little sister growing up and throwing it back on the name Wambsgans.”

Okay. Ken’s not in the mood. Or…Jesus, he’s in one. Come on, not even gonna crack a smile?

“Hey, Kendall.”

Kendall’s eyes shift from Stewy to you. “We need to talk, Stewy.”

Stewy sucks his teeth with humor. “If this is about…you know, what will have you set for life, then it can wait until your sister and Tom have their first dance-”

“We need to talk now, Stew. Get up. Please.” Huh.

Seriously. Okay. What the fuck? Stewy looks to Kendall, then to you just as confused as him.

“Stewy. Please. Get up.”

“Okay. Okay. Calm yourself and your clit, Kendall.” Stewy gets up because they need to talk, but he turns back to you in your chair before he’ll let Kendall take him away. “Don’t leave me, I’ll kill myself. Something like that.”

That sounds like words you're familiar with.

You smile wide. With teeth. It’s somehow even more pretty than the last smile, but it feels a waste to say “What the fuck?” at this point.

“I’ll try to keep you mentally well from right here.”

“Alright.” He turns. “...Wait. Hold on.”

He turns back as if he’s forgetting something, because how could he forget?

Stewy takes your hair in his hand. He moves his nose along the strands as he pulls himself away.

You smell pretty. Women have a habit of doing that, women like you have a habit of wearing specific, expensive brands to make you do that. But you right now? At this moment. For the whole fucking night.

What the fuck.

Stewy rolls his shoulders. Maybe he isn’t humble enough to admit that it was chills. They were chills at the simple act of sniffing you. Your perfume is fading away anyway, what’s under it isn’t. But it’s not like he’s a fucking wolf. But if he was, he’d be an omega. Probably.

“Alright, Ken. What do you want?”

He’s followed Kendall into this dim little hallway that probably leads to the bathroom. For no reason, apparently. Kendall’s not talking, he’s just doing that thing where his head goes low and he blinks at you like you just shot his dog. Stewy knows his best friend so well.

“What the fuck, man? What the actual fuck?”

Stewy’s brows go down quickly, eyes blinking just as quick. Yeah. What the fuck? Okay, Ken. He’s not as angry as he’s confused yet, but Stewy’s not playing the guessing game to just be berated at a wedding.

“Okay, Kendall…I’m just going to ask you something. I want a simple answer before you start throwing your…tantrum. I can accept the tantrum if I get the answer?”

Kendall’s arm goes up, pointing out into the reception.

“You’re fucking her?”

…Jesus fuck.

“Woah! What the fuck, dude? Calm down. Actually. I won’t play with the humor and suave you know me so well for…I’ll just question and tell you that…no? No. Kendall? No, man. She’s my date. Or–I’m hers. That’s one–”

“Yeah? I’m gonna believe that? You want me to believe that?”

“Yes. Jesus Christ, Kendall.” Everything’s said with a disbelief on his throat. “But even if I was, I don’t understand how that would warrant your eyes bulging at me. Like, dude - they’re going to pop. Why are you going to pop?”

Kendall shakes his head.

“Can you blink, please?”

“Because–cause…she’s…”

Stewy waits. Wades. Jerks his head forward. It’s always something with his best friend. “She’s…yeah?”

“She’s her, Stewy. She’s her.”

Oh. Okay. Perfect. That makes no fucking sense. Stewy scoffs at how it perfectly makes no fucking sense.

Except…sure. Maybe it does. Fuck him ten times over if that. You’re you. Maybe he’d be more passionate in his request for a single over separate room if you were anybody else. But he wouldn’t be feeling like…this if you were anybody else. Seriously, this would be easier if you were all wolves.

But Stewy can see you from here. It’s too easy to not have it any other way. He could smile something smuggish, worthy of a punch to his pretty face at it.

“Yeah? You’re right. She is her.”

Seriously, Kendall – just blink. And when you do, blink an average amount of blinks.

“Is this, like, the first time you wanted to?”

Stewy doesn’t blink. He doesn’t close his mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“Do I have to worry about that? Do I have to look back on all the times before when she was a kid-”

Whatever was smug on Stewy? It’s burnt to a fucking crisp. What in the actual fuck is wrong with him?

“Kendall. Let’s take this conversation down a level, because I am not doing…that. What the fuck, Ken? Don’t play it like you’re a supercilious Chris Hansen.” “I don’t know who that is and what? You can’t blame me for thinking the question–”

“I can, actually. I wasn’t the one bringing her–”

Stewy takes a breath. It doesn’t have to go there. He doesn’t have to burn Kendall in the fire too.

“What, Stewy? Like, yeah…why are you–are you questioning me now? I’m not the one eating her hair.”

He doesn’t have to hurt his asshole dumbfuck of a friend just because he feels defensive. It’s not even defensiveness. It’s pure confusion, but you were not his friend when you were fourteen. You were the kid his actual friend brought around for some reason, and even now, he’d prefer those memories to be coke dreams because you were fourteen in those clubs and what was Stewy? In college, or just before - all that and someone who was annoyed with you. And he didn’t stop anything.

And like that, a conversation in a bathroom hallway becomes way too fucking serious. Aching.

“I would want to rip my skin off every goddamn time you brought her to some club or some…event where teenagers are not allowed to be and it wasn’t because of the laced coke. You know why? Because she wasn’t my friend. She is now, because she’s in her early thirties and she’s not an oversized toddler I have to make sure stays un-overdosed. So. I’m pretty sure you know, Ken, that if this is a time where I want to do whatever it is you think I want to do with her, it is absolutely the first fucking time.”

Kendall stares at Stewy. He stares at Kendall.

Well. That explains the whole of it. Suddenly, he feels a lot better at…whatever it is he wants to do with you, Princess.

He pats Kendall’s shoulder.

“It is very, very nice to know that you trust and love me enough to accuse me of pedophilia.”

“I just wanted to make sure, Stew.”

“I’m going now. Tell the kids I said hi.”

Stewy goes, leaving Kendall in the dim light, but he wouldn’t know what he looks like in the hall. After that? He can’t even claim it’s unfortunate to feel relief at the sight of you waiting patiently for him. Why would he do that to you? Pretend, even for the sake of a tease.

With how he can see Roman approaching you with that pitiful, after-puke look in his eyes, you’re going to need as much genuine, comforting truth that tells you you’re the first sign of light for someone as you can get.

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There were a couple of oh no’s throughout the wedding you didn’t want to ruin. Or disrupt at the very least.

“Can we, like, talk? Right now.”

“Roman. Shiv and Tom are about to walk in–”

You watched his hands shake. With the way he didn’t point it out to guilt, you instantly knew the reaction was something he was ashamed of.

…Did he throw up because of you and Stewy–

“Come on. Please. Get up. Come to the table where me and Tabitha are sitting so you can just tell me this is you being a 24-hour whore or that you’re renting and Stewy and you know what? I’ll accept that–”

You closed your eyes at the feeling of warm, big hands on your shoulders placed with a kiss on top of your head. It’s like you were being caught. But what was the crime?

“What have you two been up to while I’ve been loitering the toilets?”

There must’ve been one, because you felt it in the rush of your heart and Roman’s unblinking stare. The twitch of his head and neck.

“I knew it.”

“Roman–”

“I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it. I fucking–”And he cut off. And you didn’t say anything after. Nothing of routine, instinct. The familiar impulse that’s usually instant at the childish, frustrated twist of Roman’s face. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so frustrated, and he wasn’t embarrassed enough to hide it from Tabitha as she came over.

“Fuck! I fucking–”

“Rome? You okay?”

Roman pushed a chair. It scraped itself all the way to the floor as he walked off, hands pulling at the hair on the back of his head.

…But you felt embarrassed, because you were–are the cause of all of his hurt, and he’s not even yours, but Stewy pretended as if it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to happen during the evening. He simply picked the chair back up and sat back on his own.

“When’s cake?”

It’s really, for the time in your life, moments of distress for Roman you don’t soothe over. Moments you have no desire to soothe. For the most part, but even with the pathetic inklings of wanting to make Roman feel better, wanting to be the one he goes to make him feel better that you feel foolish for…it’s this new, hot white guilt at how they’re only inklings now. How quickly everything’s become small. Smaller. Weaker in the relationship you don’t have with him.

Or. The guilt is better placed with how you almost burn easily under the fire that is his suffering - but that’s always been you and him, hasn’t it? He likes it when you like how he’s hurt. But there is no you and him. So. What’s the consensus?

Everything’s too fucking confusing. Conflicting. And it doesn’t help that Stewy’s handsomeness is only just conventional, that his charm isn’t something to roll your eyes at - it’s something you want to pursue, but fuck, you freeze up at a simple touch from him. Is that something to feel pathetic for? Because you’re not a teenager? Because you’re a grown woman who should be able to just figure out what she wants and treat simple touches as if you’re not falling head over ass first?

Dancing with Stewy under the lights, you don’t know what’s worse, those touches are simply touches and you’re left alone in the feeling, in the buzz of it all, or that Stewy’s actually managed to like you.

Fuck it. You’ll still hope that the changes in his looks, the way it lingers, or this tension is something you’ve made up in your head. It is something you’ve made up in your head. It wouldn’t be crazy to think that you're desperate for even the idea that someone that isn’t Roman finds you attractive to bed. At least he finds you fun enough to dance with.

Again. Remember. Ignore the buzz of it all and you’ll get through Stewy being your date.

“Fuck yes. Fuck this fucking song. In a lovemaking sort of way. Come on, jam! I’ve seen you twerk it out before.”

“Stewy.”

“Yes?”

“Never say twerk it out again.”

Jesus. Stewy really is jamming it out. But he is smooth with it. Smooth in the shoulders. You try to follow. “I guess I have no choice but to listen to you.”

“No, no you don’t.”

You smile, head tilting up into his.

When did you get close enough to be spinned? You’re spun by Stewy. Once. Twice. Over and over and over again.

“Why are you trying to fling my brain out of my skull?”

“Um. I’m trying to loosen your bones? Make you show some teeth. Jesus Christ.” In the instant, the man in front of you’s bent over, breathing out hard. “I need you to tighten my bones.”

You tilt your head. “How?”

Stewy breathes out hard one more time, hands takes yours before he steadies himself into shimmying his shoulders again.

“That’s up to you. I’m your date because you’re in love with me, and I’m kind. Everything that happens tonight is up to you.”

You almost still.

That’s a scary fucking thought. That is especially a scary sort of power you shouldn’t have, it’s a thought you have as the music slows into another song.

“Like right now.”

You didn’t realize you weren’t looking at Stewy until your eyes shifted back to his face, his face…soft? The way it stands out on him is…

Beautiful. For a second and the next, you’re not looking to Roman at his table, sitting the way he was during Shiv and Tom’s first dance, and the toasts, and dinner, and cake – and now. Back bent, face almost emotionless, which means he’s only twitching or tilting his head ever so slightly, which means his thoughts are too heavy. That he feels as if his head is going to fall off if he moves it further or quicker than how he’s moving it now.

“Sweet-tart. Hey.”

“Sorry. What?”

“You wanna go back to the table and stuff yourself with the last pieces of cake or kill me by making me go through this song?”

You blink.

“Up to you.”

Because when has anything ever been up to you?

Stewy blinks, sighing out loud and dramatically. It’s all familiar as he looks around. You think he’s deciding for you, even if he’s saying otherwise.

You try your best to hide your shiver when his hand intertwines with yours, the other on your waist.

He sways. He makes you sway.

“...Wow, Stewy – you’re almost good enough for prom.”

Back and forth on each foot, he smiles without teeth at you as he spins the both of you slowly. Very slowly. It’s a slow dance, and you’re wishing he picked the cake because in the slowness of it all, you can feel every tingle down your spine with every squeeze on your waist.

But he gave you the chance. So…

“I wish I could say the same about you.”

Oh well.

You inhale light…but you inhale all the air in the world when Stewy puts his face into your neck, like this is not a simple touch, like your heart is about to burst.

You’re hoping it is, you’re wishing it’s not.

The spin reaches a 180, it’s where the both of you just sway, you can’t see the way Roman doesn’t stare at you, only the way he stares into the table picking at what’s hopefully not his skin.

“Hey, after this, I have to be on standby for a bit.”

“Is this what you and Kendall were talking about?”

“What he took me away from you for? No. Not at all, but this is for Kendall. For the company.”

You’re surprised at the cryptic honesty, like you don’t work for Logan Roy and what he’s talking about sounds like something Logan Roy would piss all over.

“Okay. I’m just an assistant–”

“An assistant of worlds, like a fucking nepo-baby badass.”

“Hey.”

He kisses your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

You feel yourself twitch. You feel him still before he bumps you.

“Hey. I am sorry. I’ve been taking the one time you’ve allowed a kiss for every kiss. I’m greedy.”

“No!”Jesus fucking Christ. “No. I’m sorry, just–I don’t have a say in how Waystar leans, but will I still have a job after you and Kendall do whatever you’re going to do.”

“I wouldn’t put you out of a job. No. Don’t worry, but the Roys are definitely calling a family meeting. Poor Shiv.”

“Poor Shiv indeed.”

Silence sits after that, or, the silence of the both of you under the music. You close your eyes.

The guilt over Roman isn’t gone, the feeling of patheticness isn’t gone - nothing is gone and everything is conflicting and yes and no and Stewy is too beautiful and you’re still comparing his beauty to Roman, and neither of their beauty belongs to you, but you close your eyes. You’re relaxed. It’s needed. It’s perfect.

You don’t if it’s because you can’t see Roman even if you had your eyes open or if it’s because of the way you feel in Stewy’s arms. You don’t know what one or the other means.

“You are beautiful. Weird.”

“...Huh?”

But it’s beautiful for the while it lasts, you’re thankful that he’s let you have it.

And for three seconds, you don’t know what’s taken it away, but you feel Stewy nearly thrown back from you.

“Okay–fucking Christ!”

Roman’s pulled him by the fucking collar.

“Roman!”

You can already feel a crowd turning its eyes on you.

“What the fuck, man?”

Roman doesn’t blink, he simply points to Stewy. “Oh. You don’t have a quip? You don’t have something to prove you’re stoic and sly towards pale-palmed me before you fuck my bestfriend?” Then to you, your name on his tongue is false, pitchy confusion – face showing just the same. “He doesn’t have a quip. How are you going to get your pussy wet for him now?”

Stewy rubs his neck.

“This is your sister’s wedding. Really?”

“Roman.”

You will not let the tears come, not when your fists flex and your face burns first.

This isn’t just a lack of need to comfort him, this is the almost unfamiliar need to make him shut the fuck up.

What is wrong with him? Why is he doing this?

“Can we at least move this off the floor?”

You quickly glance to where Shiv and Tom sit, you think they’ve gotten sight, but they couldn’t know what’s happening. Same for Logan. And Caroline. And Tom’s parents.

“Please. Seriously.”

Roman throws his palms up before you hear footsteps. “Why? This is where you and Hosseini use slow dancing at my sister’s wedding–yes, my sister’s wedding, I know that! So, fuck you–this is where you and her and you and him use slow dancing as foreplay.” Roman laughs high, closed lips.

You used to tease him in arguments, he sounds like an angry tea kettle. Or gnome.

“Hey, you guys. What’s happening over here? Everything okay? How’s my…how’s my favorite employee doing? Rome?”

Tom’s made it quickly over to the dance floor, you can tell his hands don’t know what to do, but Roman flinches even before his new brother-in-law has a chance to touch his shoulder. “We’re moving! We’re moving, Groom. Off to the side.”

“What’s going on-”

“Tom. Seriously. Go bend over for Shiv.”

You all move over to the side. Tom sidles away to his seat. You breathe in.

“I’m leaving–”

“I tugged on you, Stewy. What was I going on about? Oh yeah, your foreplay. How vanilla. How fucking boring. You–what?”

Roman’s smug rage drops for a second. Only a second at your eyes catching his. He swallows. You couldn’t feel bad that he feels bad. Is that progress or a negative here?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what, Rome? I’m angry because this is Shiv’s wedding and you’re making fools out of us for what? Because I danced with him?”

You feel a hand take yours.

“Oh, Jesus fuck!” Roman laughs with his mouth open this time.

“You don’t have to explain yourself or argue. You can leave. Right now.”

“Oh! Stewy…what the fuck? Are you actually pretending like you don’t wanna bend her over as a show of dominance–”

“Go ahead. Be gross in front of everybody that might have even the slightest shred of respect for you. And then go be a sad little nobody before you choke somebody else out again because…your friend danced with her date. Maybe, Ro-Ro-”

Roman chuckles. You can tell. It’s all the fire within him. But Stewy runs his tongue over his teeth, eyes rolling with a smile dropping, if a smile was ever there.

“Maybe, you can do a poll to see if people will side with you? Let’s see how many guests would think you seriously after you pulled on my collar like I’m a rabid dog which, you look like the biter, but I digress, let’s just see if they actually see you with some fucking merit after you break up a slow dance because I danced with my date. And I don’t need to monologue to defend or explain myself or quip. I can just leave this situation because, what the fuck do you think this is? Are you still in middle school?”

Stewy turns to you.

“Is this a military school habit–”

Stewy’s pushed.

Roman pulls at his hair after his push. Hard. You sniffle, eyes lowering, burning at the thought that he feels like he can do this, burning at the thought that everyone’s watching him do it.

“Fuck! Sorry. I–this is like…this is–”

You can feel his eyes on you.

“This is your fault. I can’t feel…normally.”

You feel Stewy squeeze your hands.

“Leave. Or…” You look up, watching him shake his head as he eyes the room. “It’s up to you. But I’m leaving. I’m sorry I can’t defend you, but you know it is the adult thing to leave. We can talk. Or not.”

“...Stop talking to her.”

You think Roman’s saying it softly, hurt – his hands still pulling on his hair. You hope he pulls it out. You hope you can sew him back together. Inkling against inkling.

“But I’m leaving…hey. Hey.”

What Stewy says, he says it softly too, like he’s talking to a wounded animal.

“Let’s go.”

You blink.

You taste the tears you didn’t know you were crying.

You look up to Roman, his face soft in his own hurt, but he’s waiting, like there’s a punishment ready for him. But you don’t have anything, nothing but a question. And it’s not the adult thing to say before the adult thing to do. It doesn’t make you sound thirty, or forteen.

It makes you sound like a child.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Roman stares at you after you ask it. You sound like you’re eight years old.

“...You–you promised me that he wasn’t anything.”

He sounds like he’s nine. It’s even softer, somehow. You close your eyes.

It really is all your fault. Always. Never his.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, can you, like–where are you going? Fuck you. I’m sorry. Just, I just wanted to talk to you. I didn't blast you on the floor. Hey–”

You walk quickly with Stewy at your hand, his hand in yours before he takes it away to rub your back. Your head stays down, but you don’t think Tabitha’s at their table. You don’t know where Kendall is. You don’t want to see anyone ever again.

But the familiarity of Roman, in the rage of the both of you, is vivid. Even as you leave the reception building, moving out into the dark of the night, you see only him. You can imagine him crying under strobing lights, and he’s never embarrassed, and he always is. And he’s never sorry, and he always is.

And he’s still right before you as tears well up quicker, this image of him in a salty blur.

“I’m so sorry.”

The grass crunches underneath the both of you.

You couldn’t figure out how Roman’s image disappears with the blink of your eyes.

As tears are wiped away.

“Fucking bastard. What a bitch. Don’t go leaky on me. But, actually..fuck. Fuck him! I’m embarrassed for both of us.” ”

Stewy wipes away more of your tears.

“He is so fucking shameless…” He flicks his hand, flinging the droplets away. You’re comforted. You’re soothed…like it was this easy for you. Huh.

“Is that what a man needs to do to get with you?”

You choke on the laughter as much as the tears. Through the red, under the stars, you see him smile at you as he pulls his arm around your shoulder.

You don’t know if he’s bringing you to your room or his. You don’t know if you’re ready. But Stewy said, in all this kisses and teases and hands against yours. He said it.

It’s up to you.

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evvergreene · 23 days ago

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DRINKING GAME

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ sylus x fem!reader

summary: after playing a drinking game, you're left heated- but not from the alcohol. sylus, being the gentleman he is, decides to "help" you.

₊˚⊹♡ tags: established relationship, fem!reader, implied drinking, teasing, marking, spit play, dry humping, pet names, p in v, fluff

word count: 2.1k

₊˚⊹♡ a/n: first fic kinda nervy, but sylus literally won't leave my mind. hope you enjoy!

It was unmistakable. The way your breaths mingled in the small space between you two, the faint smell of alcohol lingering on your tongues. You thought it was that slight buzz beneath your skin and running in your blood that made you feel so light. Maybe it was the relentless heat outside and the fact that your air conditioning somehow still refuses to work that made you heat impossibly more. Or maybe it was your cramped one bedroom apartment that you just had to get, even though you knew he could take care of you for the rest of your life, that forced you both to be this close. But he knew better. He knew the truth.

It wasn’t the liquor that made his hand move to pull your face closer to his. It wasn’t the heat that made his tongue dart out to almost taste the mix of alcohol and sweat on your bottom lip. And it wasn’t the tight space that forced your proximity and the small noise you made from his actions. He could hear the excuses forming in your head. You had always tried to make an escape from what this was. What you guys were. But he refused to allow you to slip from his fingers when you were this close.

As if it were possible, he moved closer to you, a small smirk forming on his lips. He didn’t give you what you wanted—not yet. No, he would make you wait, just like he had to. You moved your mouth closer to his, lips slightly parted, but he pulled back.

“Aren’t you eager,” he taunted. You somehow found it in you to roll your eyes, though you were far from annoyed. All you could really feel in the moment was the beating of your heart and the dampness between your legs. It wasn’t annoying, no—it was infuriating. You craved him in ways you never had for anyone else.

And he knew it.

He leaned back on the couch, putting the most distance between yourselves on record for the night. You sighed softly, trying to not show your frustration. He looked at you with equal parts pity and adoration, before sliding his hands around your waist and lifting you onto his lap.

“Sylus!” you squealed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He chuckled. “You looked sad that we weren’t as close anymore. Are you not happy with this?” He kept his hands around your hips, just underneath your shirt, his thumb making small circles on the skin above your shorts.

“Do you not want me to touch you?” He moved further underneath your shirt, his hands spanning the width of your torso, going up, up, up. Your breathing picked back up and you turned your head away from his scarlett gaze.

“Don’t be shy now, kitten. You weren’t during our game.”

You turned back to him with an accusing glare on your face. “It was a drinking game, Sylus. I had no choice but to be bold with what you were making me do.”

“Yeah?” His hands traveled further up, barely ghosting over your bra. “And what did I make you do that you didn’t want to do already?” His thumbs rolled over your clothed nipples and you shuddered.

“That wasn’t an answer, sweetheart. But I do appreciate how your body reacts to me.” His voice was darker, hungrier.

“I didn’t want to do any of it.” You square your shoulders. “I was simply playing the game. It was only fair.”

“No?” he questioned, removing his hands from your skin, taking note of the small sound you made at the loss of contact. He instead placed his hands on your bare thighs, moving, no—caressing your skin until he reached your ass. He cupped and squeezed you, relishing in how you felt.

“Maybe I was mistaken.” He pushed you further onto him, connecting you where you both needed each other most.

“It just seemed like you really wanted this.”

You suddenly found it hard to breathe. His voice had become raspier. Between that and his clothed erection deliciously rubbing against your soaked cunt, you were burning up— suffocating. You wanted more.

“It, I mean. It seemed like you had fun, that’s all,” he corrected.

It was all so unfair. How easily he took control of the situation. Of you. How badly you needed him right now, and how you knew he would take his sweet time in delivering. But beneath your frustration resided something similar to the look in his eyes.

Understanding.

You both knew the game you were playing at, and both knew each other's limits. Limits either would never dare cross. But the space in between? It was free reign. And he would take his time slowly, methodically breaking you apart.

Your head fell onto his and you breathed him in. He looked up at you and smiled.

“Was I wrong, kitten?” He tilted his head and waited for your response. You breathed out.

“I–” your sentence was cut short by his wandering fingers. They squeezed the plushness of your thighs then slowly rubbed the pain away. He leaned into the area where your shoulder met your neck and bit down. Not hard, but deep enough to leave a mark. You moaned at the contact and felt his smile on your skin. He followed his torment with a lewd kiss that trailed up your neck to just beneath your ear. You felt the beginnings of his marks blooming on your skin. He bit your ear lobe, then sucked it into his mouth.

“You what.” His demand was hot on your ear. You needed something to ease the ache in between your legs, and since you were positioned on either side of him, rubbing your thighs together was out of the question. So, you opted for the next best thing.

He groaned into your skin.

“Careful, sweetheart.” He pulled back slightly to look at you. You were so devastatingly beautiful, he nearly gave in on his torments and kissed you properly. You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth and looked down at his mouth expectantly.

“You only get what you want when you ask.” He brought his thumb to trace your lips, and you instinctively took it into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him and sucked all while he watched you with heated eyes. You released him when he steadily retreated, and he rubbed the remnants of your saliva on your lips.

“But you know that already, don’t you?”

He opened his mouth and placed his thumb on his tongue, tasting you. You whimpered at the sight. The way his ruby eyes were lidded and wanting and trained on you. How his tongue moved against his thumb, the only taste he’s allowed himself thus far, groaning around his finger. He took it out of his mouth and trailed the wet finger down your neck, paying close attention to the light purple marks he made moments ago.

You moved against him again, desperately searching to quell the growing ache in your belly. Then again and again and again. He chuckled.

“Maybe you don’t know. This could all be over if you simply asked.”

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't sure if it was from your simmering annoyance or the friction between your thighs. “I-I know.”

“Yeah? You’re not acting like you. Look at you,” he taunted. You looked at him then to where their bodies connected and whimpered when he bucked into you

“You need it don’t you? I’ve barely touched you.” At that, you release a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan.

“I’ve hardly touched you either, but you seem to like it just fine,” you challenged. He smirked at your response before grabbing your hips and slowing your motions.

“You’re right.”

Then why did you stop? You think out loud.

“Because you’re the one in control here. And though I know you can, I won’t allow you to cum like this. It’s only fair,” he said, echoing your earlier statement.

He was right. You were in control. All you had to do was ask and he’d give you whatever you wanted. That simple. But fuck was it hot how you both prolonged it.

A few beats passed between you both, a knowing silence. You looked at his parted mouth, to his exposed chest, back to his pink-dusted cheeks. You looked into his eyes.

“Please?”

He leaned in and cupped the back of your neck, pushing your mouth flush against his. It was all heat and quickened breaths and untamed desire.

It was pure satisfaction.

He rested one hand on your hip and guided your motions again. You whimpered into his mouth. The other hand found its rightful place in between your shoulder blades, pushing you onto his chest. Your hands found respite in his silver hair, tugging at the strands as he groaned into you. His tongue met the seam of your lips and you obligingly opened your mouth. He searched you as if you were a new treasure begging to be found.

He pulled back after a few moments to look at your state. Your lips resembled your cheeks in the dusting of warmth on them. Your eyes carried a certain hunger that only he could tame. And you wanted it. Wanted him.

“Stick your tongue out.” You did.

He leaned forward and sucked on your tongue, moaning at the contact. You pulled at his tresses harder and he reciprocated your motions in your mouth. He closed his lips around you and breathed you in, pulling away only to tug your shirt off. He unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He palmed your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You pulled away from the kiss, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“Sylus…” his name a prayer on your lips.

He brought his lips to your nipple and sucked. You rocked faster in response.

“Please…I–”

“You what?” he murmured, gently this time.

“What do you need?” He pulled back briefly to take you in.

“I need you.”

And that was all he needed to hear. He tugged on your shorts.

“Take these off.” And you did, standing up to take them off, left in only your underwear. He shook his head.

“All of it.”

You guided your panties down your thighs slowly as he watched, legs spread on the couch. Your arousal glistened on your thighs in the dimly lit room. His mouth watered.

“What about you?” you asked.

“What about me?”

“You know what I mean.”

He did. But still. “I don’t think I do, sweetheart.”

“Your pants, Sylus,” you panned.

“You want them off?” You nodded.

“Words, kitten.”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He obliged, standing to meet you. He undid his belt buckle, and zipped his pants down. Once off, he stood there in front of you knowingly.

“All of it, Sylus.”

He chuckled at the slight annoyance in your voice before tugging his briefs down. He sat back down on the couch, arms splayed on the back of the seat and taking in the sight that was your as if you were his last meal on Earth.

“Sit,” he ordered.

You hesitated before complying, taking your place back on his lap. You rested your hands on his bare chest and he shuddered underneath your touch. You trailed your movements down his chiseled torso, the muscles gently spasming, and he released a heavy breath. You stopped right above where he needed you most. His breathing quickened.

He looked up at you, gaze softened. He brought his head to yours and much like before, you breathed each other in. You gave him languid strokes. His mouth parted and you kissed him. It was slower than before, but with equal amounts of desire.

You sat up a little higher before guiding him to you. His breath hitched as his tip kissed your entrance.

“Sweetheart…please.”

The game you both played earlier had come to a close. Neither player wanted to prolong the inevitable: this moment right here. Two bodies aching with need soon to become one, satiating both their desires. You needed him in ways you had only dreamed of before meeting him. You knew he would be the only one to quell the fire within you, but only through feeding it. He knew you would be his ruin, yet his saving grace all at once. He was like a man traversing through an endless desert, praying for even a drop of water, and you were an ocean; overflowing and abundant.

You eased down on him and screwed your eyes shut. He wrapped his arms around your frame, bringing you in closer, and placed a small kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” he said against you.

“I love you too, Sylus."

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voxslays · 5 months ago

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CLOSE TO YOU — THE SALESMAN

PART EIGHT — A MEAL PAIRINGS: The Salesman (Gong Yoo) x Reader. WARNINGS: Mentions of kidnapping, Reader is mentioned to be a foreigner (not stated from where), starvation, not proofread.

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Tap, tap, tap. The hollow noise echoed through the small black room as you awoke from your slumber. You were met with the same four walls that you were pretty acquainted with after staring at them all day and night. By now, you were sure Gong Yoo was purposefully trying to drive you insane—and so far it was working splendidly.

The door creaks open with ease, revealing Gong Yoo, with his perfectly styled hair and his usual outfit; sporting a navy blue suit and black dress shoes. “Good morning, Naekkeo.” He smiles, holding a red tray with a carton of milk and some fried eggs on it. The salesman walks over to the bed where you’re chained and places it on the nightstand. “Eat up.”

You don’t know which part is worse; his blatant stare or the way his smile never wavers. Yet, you gently push the tray away with your unchained right hand. “I’m not hungry.” You turn away from him. He chuckles—and you miss it, but his eye slightly twitches in anger. So you were going to be a brat, huh?

“You have two options,” He says plainly, holding out both of his empty hands. “Either eat up, or I do it for you.” He warns. The food was tempting, though. You hadn’t eaten in days and your mouth was watering like a river. Yet, you refuse to turn to face him, your gaze still fixed on the wall. Oh, you sweet little bird, you’d really given him no other choice had you?

“So you’ve chosen option two.” The salesman says, picking up the spoon and bringing the platter of eggs and bacon closer. He pulls your face closer as he scoops up some of the egg into the spoon. You purse your lips. What the hell did he think he was doing? There was no way in hell you were opening your mouth like this for a man—regardless if he was attractive or not.

“Open your mouth.” He demands.

And damn, did he look pissed. Gong Yoo was growing tired of your behavioral issues with him. Unbeknownst to you, when he had originally left, he had planned to make you his little ‘pet.’ Unfortunately, that reality seemed less and less likely with you every passing day. What a shame. He would have to use other ways to make you to obey.

Gong Yoo liked your firey spirit. You were kind, but bold. After all, you were the one who practically begged Gi-hun and that officer not to kill him, right? And he absolutely adored the way your cheeks would heat up every time he was around, even if you didn’t notice. Even now, he could see the blush coating your cheeks as he force fed you. Regardless of what you said or did—a part of you liked what he was doing to you.

The salesman can’t help but smile to himself as he sits on the bed after you’ve finished your meal. He manually combs back his raven hair as you look at him in confusion. What the hell could he possibly want now of all times? As if he could sense your frustration and internal thoughts, he clears his throat, sitting up straight as he elegantly fixes his black tie.

“I have a proposition for you.”

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PAIRING: heartthrob Taehyung x fem!reader (taken girl) GENRE: dark romance | obsession | campus romance | SYNOSIS: The popular senior student and campus heartthrob is obsessed with a junior girl who is currently in a relationship. He resorts to blackmail, using underhanded tactics to force her to leave her current boyfriend so he can have her for himself.

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Seoul University— a name etched in ambition and agony. In South Korea, it wasn't just a college; it was a crown. The ones who got in bled for it through sleepless nights, bruised knuckles, and broken spirits. Some earned their way through sheer brilliance, clutching scholarships like lifelines.

Some paid their way in their wealth carving a golden staircase straight into the lecture halls. And then, there were the desperate, the ones who'd rather ruin someone else's life than face rejection. For them, the entrance exam wasn't a test, it was war. Even murder wasn't off the table.

Kim Taehyung, however, was different.

Born into a family of wealth and power, he didn't hold a silver spoon. No, it was gold, encrusted with diamonds, perhaps. He never needed to ask for what he wanted. Things arrived before the thought even formed in his mind.

But still, he didn't want his life served on a platter by his family. Not always. He found thrill in earning things with his own hands when the taste of victory came with sweat, not inheritance.

Getting into Seoul University wasn't a challenge for Taehyung. But what did challenge him was her.

A girl, a rival. A constant shadow. She always topped the class, claimed the spotlight, walked halls with pride that clawed at his ego. Every time she ranked above him, something in him snapped not loudly, but dangerously.

He wanted that #1 spot.

He needed it and he would tear down anyone who stood in his way.

The final school exams arrived. And when the results came out there it was. His name. At the top. Not just of his school, but among the ten top students in all of Korea. The Kim family celebrated like royalty, showering him in praise, pride burning in their eyes.

But there was no applause for the girl. No celebration.

She wasn't even listed.

Turns out, while Taehyung basked in glory, she was facing hell. She was pregnant. Disowned by her parents, humiliated in school, abandoned by those who once called her a friend. Alone and disgraced, with nowhere to go, she made one final choice. She didn't wanted to live anymore.

He glanced once more at the results, then at the empty seat beside him in class. His smirk deepened.

"Checkmate."

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After a whole year of cursing your university calling it useless, suffocating, and soul-draining with its obsession over grades and discipline here you were, standing in front of your mirror, getting ready for the one day it actually felt alive.

The University fest.

It was the only event the administration put genuine effort into. Once a year, Seoul University shed its cold, academic skin and turned into something vibrant. For one day, the strict halls echoed with music instead of lectures, laughter instead of deadlines.

Not that the university didn't have other events throughout the year but let's be honest, most of those were duds.

Awkwardly planned, painfully boring, and almost always micromanaged by stiff old professors who couldn't tell the difference between BTS and a projector screen.

But this cultural fest was different. It was big, bold and buzzing with energy.

They'd even invited actual K-pop idols to perform live. A dream, right? You couldn't help but feel your heart beat a little faster at the thought.

And it wasn't just the celebrities. This fest had everything food stalls, talent shows, games, music, fashion walks.

And of course, Jay. Your boyfriend. Your heartbeat in sneakers and baggy sweatshirts.

Jay was one of the star performers in the dance showcase a skilled, passionate dancer who owned every stage he touched. You'd fallen for him back in your first year maybe it was the way he moved, or the way he made even the smallest things feel special.

The two of you had bonded over so much your love for food, late-night K-drama binges, dance rehearsals, and of course, your obsession with K-pop.

He made you feel seen in a campus of thousands. And today, you were going to cheer for him like your life depended on it.

As the afternoon sunbathed the university grounds in a soft golden hue, you and Mina strolled through the crowd. The air smelled of street food, sugar, and excitement.

Students had set up colorful food stalls on their own laughing, shouting, serving dumplings, corndogs, and kimchi pancakes to their friends, teachers, and strangers alike. It felt like a carnival and for the first time in forever, your university didn't feel so suffocating.

You and Mina made your way through the chaos, finally stopping at a stall selling boba tea and crispy salty snacks. You grabbed your drink and took a sip, the coolness cutting through the heat. Mina nudged your shoulder.

"So, ready to see your boy steal the stage?" she teased with a grin. You smiled, eyes scanning the crowd, already searching for him.

The dance event had just begun, and excitement buzzed through the crowd like electricity. Jay's batch was up against a senior team. The tension was high, the energy magnetic.

But the real stir?

It wasn't just the dance.

It was him.

Kim Taehyung the university's golden boy. The heartthrob. The prodigy.

Good looks, top grades and yes. a phenomenal dancer. He participated every year, and every year, the screams only got louder.

A girl standing beside you let out an ear-piercing shriek that nearly gave you a heart attack. You flinched, shooting her a sharp side-eye. She didn't even notice too busy drooling over her idol like half the crowd.

You rolled your eyes.

Seriously, was she trying to summon him with that scream?

The stage lit up as both teams took their places three members on each side. Jay and his two best friends stood tall with confident smiles, while Taehyung and his crew wore matching expressions of deadly calm.

The music dropped.

The dance began.

From the first beat, it was clear this wasn't going to be an easy win. The seniors were skilled, polished, commanding the stage with sharp moves and years of experience. But Jay's team, they had fire. They had creativity, precision and something the seniors didn't. Hunger.

Jay was mesmerizing each movement fluid, each beat nailed. You couldn't take your eyes off him. He moved like the music was in his bones. And every time he went head-to-head with

Taehyung in a mirrored step or a face-off, the crowd roared.

You cheered with everything you had, your voice almost hoarse, "Let's go, Jay!"

You watched your boyfriend shine, not just as a dancer, but as a star in his own right. The crowd was split some loyal to the legend, others rallying behind the rising stars and then it ended.

Breathless, intense, wild applause. The results were announced.

Jay's team won.

Your heart exploded with pride. You pushed through the crowd toward him. As soon as he saw you, his tired face lit up. You threw your arms around him with a cheer, and he wrapped you in a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground and spinning you in circles.

You laughed into his shoulder, joy buzzing through every inch of you. You had no idea someone else was watching jaw clenched, eyes cold, the smile long gone from his face.

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You were scratching your head in frustration, hunched over your notebook in the quiet corner of the library. The math problem in front of you might as well have been written in another language. No matter how many times you tried, your answers were wrong, and your patience was running dangerously low.

"Looks like you're in trouble."

Your head snapped up at the unexpected voice. Startled, your eyes landed on none other than Kim Taehyung. You'd been so deep in your struggle, you hadn't even noticed him approach.

"If you don't mind..., can I sit here?" he asked politely, holding a book in one hand.

You nodded silently, unsure what else to do. He took the seat beside you, flipping open his book. Judging by the cover, he was here to study or at least pretend to. You didn't care to ask. The less conversation, the better.

But of course, that silence didn't last.

"Are you struggling with the problems?" he asked, his voice deep and calm, almost too casual.

"Yeah..." you whispered, barely audible.

You weren't sure where your voice went or why you suddenly felt nervous.

"Let me help you," he offered, already leaning in to glance at your notebook.

He furrowed his brows slightly, scanning your messy calculations. Without a word, he picked up your pen and began scribbling beside your steps correcting mistakes, simplifying the process. His hands moved quickly, confidently. After a moment, he looked up and began explaining.

To your surprise it made sense. His explanation was clear, his tone patient. You followed along more easily than you expected, even asking a small question here and there.

Somehow, what started as a frustrating solo study session turned into something completely unexpected.

You were learning math from Kim Taehyung and weird enough you didn't hate it. He made the problem seem simpler or maybe he just made it easier to focus.

After studying with Taehyung for a few minutes where he helped you solve a few difficult problems and even gave you some helpful exam tips you found yourself genuinely grateful. He wasn't as intimidating as you'd always assumed. In fact, he was surprisingly patient.

Just as you were about to thank him again, your phone buzzed on the desk. You glanced at the screen it was Jay.

He'd just finished basketball practice and was asking where you were.

You quickly typed back. "At the library :)"

And hit send.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Taehyung watching you not your screen exactly, but your expressions. His gaze was sharp, observant.

"Is that your boyfriend?" he asked casually.

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah." He simply gave a small nod in return, almost unreadable.

You tilted your head slightly, a frown forming on your face. "How did you know?"

He looked at you, amused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Easy," he said. "The girl in front of me was smiling at her phone like the world disappeared. Blushing, too. It's either a boyfriend or a serious crush."

He got up from his seat, grabbed his book, and slung his bag over his shoulder.

With one last glance over his shoulder, he added, "Either way, lucky guy." And just like that, he walked away, leaving you sitting there oddly flustered.

"What was he doing here?"

Jay's voice startled you, you hadn't noticed when he arrived.

"He was helping me with some problems, with studying," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.

Jay didn't say anything at first, but the look in his eyes was serious.

"Y/n, stay away from him," he said firmly.

You nodded slightly, understanding where he was coming from. Jay was never the possessive type. He had always trusted you, been patient, and handled your relationship with maturity even when things got messy. When you were wrong, he called you out gently. When he was, he made the effort to fix it. That's what made your bond strong.

But when it came to Kim Taehyung, there was a shared understanding between the two of you. You'd heard the rumors everyone had. Stories of him being a womanizer, a manipulator, a bully back in his school days. No one knew which parts were true, but the whispers were enough to stain his name.

So, when Jay warned you, he didn't need to explain. You both already knew what kind of stories followed Taehyung and neither of you wanted trouble. Still, something about that brief study session lingered in your mind longer than it should have.

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The fest had ended two days ago, and things were slowly returning to their usual rhythm. The corridors were quieter, lectures had resumed, and the excitement that once buzzed through campus now faded into sleepy yawns and scribbled notes.

You were heading toward your lecture hall, your books hugged to your chest. Jay had already gone ahead to basketball practice, and Mina had skipped class to catch up on sleep. So today, it was just you.

As you turned the corner toward the stairs, you stopped.

There he was. Kim Taehyung, leaning casually against the wall just outside the lecture building, flipping through a book or at least pretending to. He looked completely unbothered, dressed in all black, his hair tousled like he hadn't tried at all but still looked perfect.

Your steps faltered.

As if sensing you, he looked up and he smiled. Not a full grin just a small, knowing smirk that made your stomach tighten a little.

"Oh? Running into me again. Must be fate," he said coolly, sliding the book shut.

You rolled your eyes lightly, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. "More like bad timing."

He chuckled under his breath, then pushed off the wall and started walking alongside you. "How were the tips I gave you? Helpful?"

You nodded, keeping your eyes forward. "They were. Thanks again."

"I'm glad. Not many people let me help," he said, his tone casual but something about the way he said it felt heavier. Like it meant more than just tutoring.

You stopped in front of your lecture door, turning to face him. "Why did you help me?"

He tilted his head, his eyes locking with yours. "Maybe I was bored. Or maybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you."

Your heart skipped a beat not out of flattery, but surprise. He said it so simply, so effortlessly.

Before you could reply, the bell rang. You looked toward the door, then back at him.

He was already stepping back, hands in his pockets. "Go. Don't want to be late," he said, voice smooth. You turned and walked into the lecture hall, feeling his gaze linger for a second longer before he finally walked away.

You stepped inside but for the rest of the lecture, his words echoed in your head. "Maybe I just wanted a reason to talk to you."

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Days passed, and on the surface, everything with you and Jay seemed fine sweet, stable, easy. But deep down something was off. A gnawing discomfort that wouldn't leave.

Taehyung. He was everywhere.

You didn't know how or why but no matter where you went, he always showed up. At the library. Near your class. On campus grounds and now even here.

You and Jay had gone out to a small restaurant after a long week just to relax, eat, talk. He was sitting across from you, smiling as he spoke to his mom over the phone, and you were quietly chewing your food.

Until your eyes lifted and froze.

There he was. Kim Taehyung, sitting just a few tables away with a few of his friends, but his eyes? Locked straight on you.

Your breath caught. You looked away immediately, your heart thudding a little faster. You suddenly couldn't swallow the bite of food in your mouth. Instead, you gulped down water and stared at your plate like it held all the answers.

"Hey," Jay's voice brought you back. He had finished his call and was watching you with concern. "You alright?"

You quickly nodded. "Yeah, I just... need to use the restroom."

You got up, your steps a little quicker than usual. Inside the restroom, you splashed some cold water on your face, trying to shake the guilt clawing at your chest.

You hadn't told Jay about Taehyung how he helped you study, how he sometimes bought you ice cream out of nowhere, how he always found ways to talk to you when Jay wasn't around.

You had tried to avoid him. You really had but he made it hard and today, it was about to get harder.

As soon as you stepped out of the restroom, someone grabbed your wrist hard and before you could react, you were pushed back, your spine hitting the wall with a soft thud.

You gasped. "W–What the hell, Taehyung?!"

He stood close, eyes dark, jaw clenched. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and not in the comforting way.

"You've been avoiding me," he said, his voice low but laced with something sharp.

"Let go of me," you snapped, glaring up at him. He was too close far too close. And all you could think about was that Jay was sitting just a few steps away, in the same restaurant, while Taehyung was pulling moves on you like none of it mattered.

But Taehyung didn't budge. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low mutter quiet, but clear enough for you to catch every word.

"Leave him." You blinked.

"What?" you breathed, your voice barely audible.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unreadable. "Leave your boyfriend, Y/n." His words hung in the air like thunder right before the storm.

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You left Jay. You had to. It wasn’t because you stopped loving him it was because loving him meant destroying him. When you asked for a breakup, his world cracked in front of you.

He looked at you like he couldn’t understand because he couldn’t. You stood there, lying through your teeth, saying you were falling out of love, that things didn’t feel the same, that you wanted to let go, and it shattered him.

Jay begged. For days, for nights, he tried everything kind words, shared memories, even silence when he thought it might make you speak first. But you never gave him a chance because if you did, you would break, and you couldn’t afford that.

This was for him. He needed to be safe and staying with you wasn’t safe for him.

It had all started the night at the restaurant when Taehyung cornered you and told you the truth. Or at least, his truth.

You had asked him why. Why he kept showing up. Why he kept pushing. Why he was so desperate to pull you away from Jay and his answer? It was Simple and chilling.

“Because I wanted him to lose something he couldn’t replace.”

Taehyung’s pride had been wounded shattered, really the day Jay and his team beat him in the dance event. His final year. His final performance. The spotlight he thought was his by default taken.

It wasn’t just the win. It was the humiliation. Every year, Taehyung had been the unbeatable top in events, sports, academics. He wasn’t used to second place. Especially not to someone like Jay someone you loved.

That made it personal.

At first, you didn’t believe him. You thought he was just bitter.

But then, you saw it.

The basketball seniors ‘Taehyung’s friends’ began targeting Jay during practice. Subtle at first, then cruel. Elbows to the ribs, trips made to look like accidents, shoves masked as “defense.” Jay, ever resilient, never complained. He wiped the blood off his lip, wrapped his bruises, and went back to the court.

He didn’t want to back down.

Until one day it exploded.

A full-blown fight broke out. Jay and his teammates against the seniors. It was brutal loud, fast, and unfair. Jay couldn’t win. He was strong, but they were ruthless. You watched it all from the sidelines, helpless, broken and furious.

That night, you made your choice.

You looked Jay in the eye. You said the words you swore you’d never say.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Because you knew as long as he was with you, Taehyung wouldn’t stop, and you couldn’t let Jay be the casualty in a game he didn’t start.

So, you left. Not because your love faded but because it was the only way to protect him from the one man who didn’t know how to lose.

Just like every other day since you ended things, Jay was here standing in front of you with those broken eyes, asking for the one thing you couldn’t give him. Another chance.

“Y/n please,” his voice cracked, raw and desperate. “Tell me what I did wrong. Just tell me, I’ll fix it.”

You stared past him, your arms folded tightly, holding yourself together barely. It wasn’t the first time he begged. It wouldn’t be the last. And every time, it tore a new hole in your chest.

“It’s not you, Jay. It’s me,” you said again, voice dull, rehearsed, lifeless. “I just… fell out of love.”

The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but it was the only shield you had left.

Because if you told him the truth that you loved him too much to let him, get destroyed in someone else’s revenge he’d never walk away. He’d fight. And he’d lose. You turned around before he could see the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t have the strength to break all over again.

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“The sad look on your pretty face doesn’t suit you, Y/n.” Taehyung. The devil himself, with that same smooth voice and smug grin like he hadn’t been the reason you were slowly crumbling.

You had hoped foolishly that once you left Jay, Taehyung would vanish. That he’d be satisfied. That he’d leave you in peace. But you were wrong.

If anything, he got worse. He was everywhere the library, the café, your department hallway. Offering to “help” with math problems, asking you out like it was normal, like he wasn’t the reason you were walking around with a hollow heart.

You rejected him every time. He didn’t seem to care. Because this wasn’t about you, not really.

Taehyung wanted Jay to suffer to watch the one person he loved the most slip out of his reach and land in the arms of the man who took everything from him. You thought ending it with Jay would be the end of it. But instead, it created a new war one where you were the battlefield.

The worst part? Jay wasn’t giving up and Taehyung hated that.

“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice sharp as your glare cut through the air. Taehyung stood there tall, composed, with that infuriatingly calm smile tugging at his lips. The kind that made your skin crawl. “I’m here for you,” he said softly. “Thought you might enjoy a little company.”

You clenched your fists, jaw tightening. You wanted to slap that smug grin right off his face. “I’d be happy if you disappeared from my sight forever.”

He didn’t flinch. He just stepped closer. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said it the words that made your blood run cold.

“Aww… then I guess you wouldn’t want to see your ex-boyfriend die, would you?”

Your heart dropped and your body froze, You stared at him unable to speak, barely able to breathe.

“What?” you whispered, the fear in your voice betraying you.

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something unhinged something far from sane.“You wouldn’t want that to happen, right? My sweet angel wouldn’t want her Jay getting hurt…” he cooed, stepping into your space.

You tried to move, but he was already too close. Before you could react, his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you roughly against him.

You gasped, trying to push him away. “Let go of me!”

But his grip only tightened. “Don’t trigger me, Y/n,” he muttered, his smile gone now replaced with something dark and dangerous. “I’ve been so good to you. Patient and gentle. And yet… you keep disappointing me.”

You squirmed, struggling to break free, your voice trembling. “I already broke up with Jay! What else do you want from me?!”

His face was mere inches from yours now. You could feel his breath, smell the coldness of his cologne. His eyes didn’t blink they pierced. “You,” he said coldly. “I want you. To be mine.”

“That will never happen,” you spat, barely above a whisper.He laughed. Low, empty and unsettling. “Then start mourning him now,” he whispered. “Because if I can’t have you…”

He leaned in closer, lips near your ear, voice dropping to a chill. “You already know what I’m capable of.”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your voice barely holding together as tears welled in your eyes.

Taehyung looked down at you, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft disturbingly soft compared to the cold terror building in your chest.

“Because I want you,” he said slowly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “All to myself. I want to make you love me.”

You shook your head, the tears slipping down your cheeks now.

“I would never fall in love with you,” you said, voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak.

His expression didn’t falter. He simply chuckled low, deep, and terrifyingly calm.

“Doesn’t matter. My love is enough for both of us.” You flinched at his words, feeling his arms still wrapped around you like a cage. His grip was firm, possessive, and it sent shivers down your spine.

“This isn’t love,” you hissed through your tears. “It’s an obsession.”

His smile widened. “Exactly,” he whispered. “And that obsession… is the reason you’re here. In my arms. Away from him. Where you belong.”

He leaned in closer, his forehead pressing gently to yours, his voice dropping to a twisted whisper. “You don’t have to love me now. You will. One day. Or maybe you won’t. But I’ll love you enough to make up for it every day, whether you want it or not.”

Your body trembled under his hold. You had never felt so fragile. So small. So powerless. And the most terrifying part? He looked like he truly believed this was love.

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The first time Taehyung saw you was at the university canteen. You were clinging to some guy’s arm, laughing at something he said your head tilted back in carefree amusement.

He barely glanced your way at first. Just another junior couple being all sweet and clingy on campus. Nothing special.

“Jay’s lucky to have someone like her,” Minjun muttered beside him, taking a sip of his soda. Taehyung looked over. “Yeah,” another friend chimed in, watching you fondly. “He really hit the jackpot with her.”

It was then that Taehyung’s gaze fully landed on you, 'You’ were gently wiping the corner of Jay’s lips where some food had smudged, a soft giggle escaping your lips as he leaned closer to whisper something.

For the first time that day, Taehyung actually watched. Yes you were beautiful but it wasn’t just your looks. It was the way you moved around him. The way you smiled. The way Jay looked at you like he had the entire universe sitting beside him.

Taehyung didn’t care. At least, not yet.

A few weeks later, Minjun dragged Taehyung to a university basketball match.

“Come on, it’s against the juniors. Should be fun. I heard their team’s actually good this year.” Taehyung resisted at first. Sports matches weren’t exactly his idea of entertainment anymore especially not with juniors. But after enough whining, he gave in.

The match was heated. Tough. But in the end, the senior team crushed the juniors. Victory was expected.

Taehyung was casually high fiving his teammates when he spotted you again.

You were on the court’s edge, rushing over to Jay handing him water, dabbing at his sweat with a towel, brushing his hair away from his face as you whispered softly to him.

“It’s okay,” you said gently. “You played so well. You’ll win next time.”

It wasn’t just support. It was tenderness. The kind that made even strangers pause and stare and Taehyung did pause. He watched. Silently. For a long moment. And something shifted. He didn’t know what it was. Just that it didn’t sit right. That warm, loving look in your eyes it should’ve been on him. Not Jay.

After that, he started noticing you. Not by choice at least, that’s what he told himself.

But somehow, his eyes found you across the campus courtyard. In the library. By the vending machines. Laughing with Jay under a tree. Holding hands during a club meeting. You were everywhere. And with every passing day, the irritation turned into something darker. Something sharper.

He tried to pull your attention. Once, he handed you a book from a top shelf in the library. Another time, he stopped someone from spilling their drink on you at the café.

Each time, you barely looked at him. Just a soft “Thanks" or a polite bow, then you were gone. Back to Jay. Always to Jay.

You ignored him. Not cruelly just like he didn’t exist and that annoyed him more than he ever expected. Because someone like him 'Kim Taehyung’ didn’t get ignored.

Especially not by someone like you. You should’ve noticed him. You should’ve looked at him the way you looked at Jay. But you didn’t and soon, he couldn’t stop looking back.

It wasn’t like Taehyung couldn’t have any girl he wanted.

With a single glance a smirk, a whisper girl practically threw themselves at him. They loved the way he looked, the way he moved, the reputation that clung to his name like perfume.

But they didn’t want him. They wanted the image the wealth, the power, the danger. And that bored him.

Until you. You didn’t look at him the way others did. In fact, you barely looked at him at all. That made him want you more. Not for fun. Not for ego. But for something deeper. Something darker.

He didn’t just want you he wanted what Jay had. The love. The attention. The gentle care in your voice when you spoke to him. The way your eyes lit up around him.

Taehyung wanted that. He wanted to be on the receiving end of your affection, your worry, your everything. Even if it meant stealing it.

—-

When the university fest was announced, and the annual dance competition returned the one Taehyung entered every single year he saw his opportunity.

It was never about the gold medal. Not this time.

He didn’t want to beat Jay on stage. He wanted to beat him in your heart. To rip the spotlight from Jay, not for victory but to win you.

To take you.

He began crafting his game. Slowly, carefully. Pretending it was all about revenge telling you Jay humiliated him, that he needed to reclaim what was his. But that was a lie.

Jay wasn’t the target. You were.

He told you that if you didn’t stay away from Jay, if you didn’t listen, if you didn’t obey, he couldn’t be sure what might happen to him. And it worked.

You backed away. You avoided Jay. You ended it for his safety. Even as it shattered you.

Taehyung saw it. The pain in your eyes and he loved it. Because you were doing it for Jay. You were sacrificing your own heart for his safety.

Even if it burned Taehyung with rage knowing Jay still held a piece of you, he used that love like a weapon.

Jay became the leash, and Taehyung was holding it tight.

"You’ll do anything for him, won’t you?” he once whispered in your ear. “That’s fine. Because as long as he’s breathing… I own you.”

It was never about dance. Never about winning a medal.

It was always about owning your heart even if he had to crush it to get there.

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chapter 23... ᝰ.ᐟ good for you

content warnings! angst, profanities, mild violence, fighting/yelling

✄┈┈┈┈ november 29, 2024 – 2:36 pm

you run a frustrated hand through your hair, taking rapid steps up the stairs hoping sohee had stayed inside the studio. much to your surprise, it was anton leaning against the door that greets you.

“hey. is sohee in there?”

anton looks at you from your head down to your feet, and back at your eyes. he pushes himself off of the door and walks past you. just as you were about to question him what the hell was that about, he looks back at you, “let's talk downstairs” and leaves.

fuck, you're so screwed. anton throwing a fit will always be a hundred percent better than calm anton. with not much choice left, you follow not too far behind and down the stairs. do or die, you guess.

by the time both of you had reached the almost empty parking lot, anton’s mouth was already moving.

“be honest with me right now, y/n” he begins, arms crossed on his chest, expression scarily neutral, “you know exactly why I want to talk”

you sigh, there's really no escaping this. might as well come clean, “beomgyu, right?” you say, the name echoing in the empty space making you wince.

anton raises a brow ever so slightly, an irritated quirk in his muscles, “I don't get it, y/n. It's not like you're fucking stupid.”

“It's not my fault, anton..” you groan into your hands, exasperated now that everything is sinking in. how else are you going to win sohee over now?

unfortunately, or fortunately– for you, anton was done being calm, “not your fault? not your fault?!” anton points at you, brows deeply knitted together, “whose fault is it then? beomgyu?!” he yells.

“What?” you turn to him. he couldn't possibly be blaming you right now “you're not getting me, anton”

“no I’m not! I don't fucking like beomgyu but this is all your fault, y/n!”

all the yelling and echoing makes you fume, it's always fire against fire with your own brother, “how is this my fault? he came on to me!”

anton takes bold steps towards you, his fist grabbing onto the front of your shirt, “and you chose to entertain him! regardless if came on to you, you chose to go along with it, y/n! it's your fault no matter who looks at this!”

you push anton off of you, eyes blown wide and anger boiling in your core, “do you think I had a fucking choice?!” an angry finger pointing at yourself.

anton scoffs, “there's always a choice, y/n. always.” he takes a few steps back before turning around and stopping, “either you fix this, or you're never seeing sohee ever again”

you grab anton’s wrist, spinning him to face you, “you can't do that” anton scoffs, flicking his wrist out of your grip, “watch me” and walks off.

𓏔 i. MASTERLIST 𓏔 ii. BACK 𓏔 iii. NEXT

synopsis! bored sohee decides that airdropping memes at his best friend's gig would be the best way to kill the boredom. much to his luck, the drummer of his best friend's band, who he's been crushing on for years, is the one that got his meme airdropped to.

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drak3n · 2 years ago

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THE ONE-NIGHT STAND

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: why did this hookup affect you in a way you couldn’t stop thinking about him months later?

ꨄ. CONTENT WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, slight hair-pulling, two adults being terrible at handling feelings, slow burn, alcohol

bold italic quotes = letter excerpts

PROLOGUE. | SERIES MASTERLIST.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you’re probably wondering why i wrote a letter to you. what we had wasn’t that deep, after all.”

“lady in black over there paid for your next drink.”

if there was one word to describe hiromi, it had to be… oblivious. terribly so. it wasn’t like he ever had much time for dating and exploring things, having been occupied with college for many years and climbing his way up the ladder until he could finally call himself a lawyer.

now that he was one, he despised his job. it brought him nothing but trouble and negative thoughts. who the hell had fooled him into thinking it would be a cool job?

perhaps his parents.

the man with spiky, dark hair accepted the whiskey and coke mixture the bartender had slid over on the counter, and he didn’t turn around to check who had really paid for his damn drink until he took a sip first. as a grown ass man, he wasn’t going to take a 180 turn at the speed of light and make a fool of himself.

and oh boy, when he did turn around to check for said lady in black, he nearly took a double take. except for, his hooded gaze stayed plastered on you. unable to drag his dark eyes away from you.

leaned against the wall on the other side of the bar, you were a sight. out of all the laughing and blabbering people dressed in all kinds of odd colors that would usually be more striking to the eye, it was your — he didn’t want to call it normal — choice of clothing that struck him.

short, skintight dress that left little to one’s imagination. yet, his thoughts were running with all kinds of things, gears shifting and turning faster than they ever did before.

it was only his second drink of the night, it wasn’t the alcohol speaking. and it wasn’t also the fatigue speaking. it was him, unfiltered and raw.

you gave him a coy smile and raised your half-empty glass, not even listening to what your friends had to say, wanting nothing but to talk to that man you had bought a drink for.

while higuruma might have started sweating under his suit — he was lucky he had left his jacket at home, forcing him to roll the sleeves of his white shirt up — he didn’t show it. his expression stayed indifferent, face as stoic as ever as he stayed right where he was.

he hadn’t smiled back, only having opted to raise his glass while his unoccupied hand was shoved into the pocket of his slacks. he probably had no idea how mouth-watering that sight was to you. you nearly felt your thighs clenching together out of instinct.

your friends started picking up on where your glance and attention had been wandering to, which followed by them trying to force you to strike up a conversation with him. you didn’t see any reason for it, taking his lack of action after your first step as a sign of disinterest.

however, when you approached the bar by yourself to order one more drink for yourself, the bartender told you it had already been paid for.

“who?” you questioned, which made the woman behind the bar shoot you a grin. “handsome guy in a suit,” was her curt response before she walked off to tend to other drunkards.

you weren’t very slick, so the first thing you did was whip your head to where he had been standing the entire time.

he was already looking at you.

you couldn’t help but start sweating even more than before when he started to approach you. his facial expression didn’t look awfully friendly, so you highly doubted he was going to talk to you.

but he did.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“there are some things i forgot in the heat of the moment, but one of the things i can still remember very clearly — apart from the night we both shared together — was how respectful you were.”

neither of you two realized how much time had passed. your friends were forgotten, feeling like leaving you to hiromi wouldn’t be a bad idea as you had been in need of good male company for quite a long time.

alas, a good fuck.

you didn’t drink much more alcohol after that, equally agreeing that the atmosphere was too good to ruin it with unserious giggling and staggering. alcohol had to be one of the main causes of people fucking up things.

it was amazing how higuruma made you feel attached to the conversation despite his voiced displeasure for his job and the entire sector he worked at. what he worked as, he didn’t make clear. which made the entire conversation even more interesting.

it had been his dream to practice justice, he’d told you, but he quickly found out that it wasn’t possible during times like these. it actually saddened you to hear that.

“i’m sure you’re still incredible at your job,” you smiled at him, eyes never leaving his. there was something about him that made you feel stupidly attracted to him.

you felt like a horny teenager glancing at his features, imagining how good you’d feel under him—

a surprised sound was drawn from your lips as an arm was suddenly draped around your waist, pulling you closer to the tall lawyer. one glance to your right told you that someone had approached the bar and stepped too close to you.

the protective aura he exuded sent a tingle straight to your south. and the alcohol you had consumed the entire night helped you voice it.

you found yourself looking at hiromi whose thick eyebrows went up at the words that had spilled from your lips. “i’m afraid i missed what you just said,” he muttered, hand leaving your body when the danger was gone. you didn’t miss the way he put the previous distance between your bodies again.

now that was a man worthy to be between your legs.

so instead of chickening out, you repeated what he allegedly hadn’t heard.

“i said, i want you to fuck me.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i never had a man treat me so respectfully. i never thought it was a thing for a man to be nice. sounds stupid, right?”

it didn’t take long for both of you to arrive at your place that wasn’t too far away, thankfully so, because you could barely contain yourself from pouncing on the poor man.

he had a lot more self-control than you had, but the moment you unlocked the door to your apartment, he urged you inside gently to push you against the nearest wall.

“are you sure about this?” staring deeply into your eyes as he questioned your needs, higuruma could tell you weren’t drunk. so was he. you were both totally logical about this.

already kicking off your heels, you pulled him down to your height by his tie. “stop asking,” you panted, licking your lips as your heartbeat quickened with your overwhelming desire.

it was him who closed the gap between you two, soft lips molding together in a heated kiss as your hands wandered to his face, finding his defined cheekbones and the slightest stubble on his pointed chin.

hiromi’s large palms firmly squeezed your hips, staying respectfully distant from your other regions. you whined into the kiss at how needy his touches made you.

“hiromi… take off my dress,” you broke the kiss as you both gasped for air, and a deep hum left his lips when you turned around, exposing the zipper of the dress below your nape.

a shuddered breath was drawn from your mouth when his warm fingertips ghosted over the bare skin on your neck to brush your hair aside, making you choke in surprise when he tugged at it, forcing your neck to strain.

“i couldn’t quite hear you, love.” his moist lips ghosted over the shell of your ear and you bit your lower lip. “what do you say when you want someone to do something for you?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“the only thing i could think of was how good of a partner you’d be to me. even if it was the worst timing to be thinking about that, considering i was… under you.”

it didn’t matter at this point if you had five or a hundred bodies before hiromi. because one thing was for certain.

he would remain the best fuck of your life till the end of your days.

it wasn’t just the sheer size and girth that was stretching you so painfully deliciously, but also the skill and perfection he put into every and each of his thrusts.

for a man as lethargic as him, he made sure to put all of his energy into fucking you. he didn’t ask you to move a muscle, and all you did was take the pounding he granted you with your face smushed into your pillow and your ass up.

you were lucky your moans were muffled by the fabric of your pillow, because with how good he was hitting all of the spots inside of you, you were sobbing into it. it would have been embarrassing, considering all the sounds he produced was when his hips met your ass, the squelching of when his thick cock entered and left your sopping pussy, and the grunts that left his lips.

hiromi was a sexy man. you were glad you weren’t facing him, because you were sure you’d have fallen in love with him.

“inside, please—”

you choked back a sob when higuruma slowed down, stilling his movements and catching his breath as he forced your back against his lean, muscled torso. “you want me to cum inside?” you nodded pathetically as you squirmed, moving your hips in despair to grant yourself the satisfaction you had gotten used to.

hiromi’s eyes met yours when he pressed your head against his broad shoulder with the help of a hand against your throat for leverage, and you were sure it wasn’t just your pussy throbbing at that.

you felt pathetic for cumming from only a single glance without him even moving. but at least it made him empty himself inside of you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i wasn’t thinking about it too much, but i thought that when i’d wake up, you would still be there. even if it was just a one-night-stand.”

it was inevitable for you to pass out once you two were done. the rays of sunlight that shone through your curtains were what woke you up as you cracked your eye open to get to your senses.

you were bare beneath the covers, but you were cleaned up. the thought of hiromi haven taken care of you made your insides tingle, and your eyes flew to the other side of the bed.

except, he was not there anymore. it was as if he’d never been there. he didn’t leave a single trace. and to deepen your disappointment, he hadn’t left his number or anything else for you to contact him.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you have no idea how many times i visited that bar afterwards in hopes of meeting you again.”

one glance at the bartender already told her what you had came for again. the nth time in months. at this point, she could only sigh and shake her head in pity.

“okay. this is the last time i’ve asked. promise,” you grunted. she just quirked a brow while handing you a shot. you looked like you needed it.

“you said that weeks ago.”

she was right. why the hell couldn’t you just let go?

you knew it wasn’t the sex. sure, it was mind-blowing… way more than just that. it was the desire to build a deeper connection with him. hooking up with that man wasn’t a mistake by any means…. but maybe that’s what made him disappear from the surface of the earth.

perhaps he thought you were too easy.

“hey, have you heard of this show?” the bartender was standing in front of you again, and you shook your head, unenthusiastic about what she was going to tell you. “apparently, it even brings people together who have been seperated for ages. maybe you could give it a try.”

now this piqued your interest. the width of your eyes was ridiculous, like one of a lovesick fool, which in a sense, you were.

“what’s the name of the show?”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i just wanted to know if what we had was just a night of lust, or if it could have been more. that’s all i wanted.”

after sending the letter to said address of TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE, you were too anxious to approach your tv or any type of social media. too scared of getting an answer you weren’t going to like.

the evening of the airing where your letter was featured came and went by, but nothing happened. it wasn’t until the next few days that you realized: although you didn’t like this answer — which was none — it was the reality. it wasn’t what you wanted, but what you needed nonetheless.

now, you were ready to move on.

or, not so much. you were slumped on the barstool, staring into your drink as the jazz music playing in the background added even more to your sentimental state hours later. tonight was doomed to be terrible when you found out that the bartender was on holidays for a week, which meant you’d be on your own with your stupid thoughts.

not quite paying any attention to the silhouette sitting down on the stool next to you, your nose took a whiff of a familiar cologne. it wasn’t every day you smelled that unique men’s perfume, but perhaps it was just a coincidence—

“i got your letter.”

glancing to your right, you sighted hiromi there in all of his glory. seeing him didn’t make you choke on your spit and splutter dramatically like it happened in movies. you were frozen in your spot.

“i didn’t watch the airing. i don’t like watching shows like that.”

you stirred the half-melted glass cubes in your drink, making them clink against each other as you remained silent. if this wasn’t the road to rejection…

“what were you hoping for by sending that letter? what exactly was your intention?”

setting your glass down on the counter, you finally faced the man fully, both of your expressions deadpan. was he being serious?

“are you a lawyer or something like that?”

he paused, looking genuinely impressed at your guess as his thick brows quirked up, before a rough and husky chuckle left his lips. “what gave it away?”

“seemed like you were interviewing your client before court or something,” you laughed, “but what were you hoping for coming here today? you knew i would be here, considering you read the letter.”

hiromi leaned forward as his dark hues took in your features. he looked just as handsome as you remembered, although it had been no longer than a few months. it sure felt like forever, though.

a lopsided smile crept onto his lips as he stood up, towering over your frame. he raised a large hand to hold it out to you, which made you look at it dumbly.

“i was wondering if i could get to know said client a little better,” he murmured. a stupid grin stretched on your painted lips. “in a more formal setting, perhaps. how about dinner?”

“i’d love that, counsellor.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

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