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๋࣭ ⭑.Johnny Loves Sexy Aliens ๋࣭ ⭑.

Summary: Your ship got pulled into earth’s orbit but human’s curious nature, especially Johnny Storm’s, kept you there. So when he flies up to space to look for your ship, how can you resist bringing him aboard? WK: 2.1k

Warnings: Reader is an alien so monster fucking, technically? Alien girl anatomy things (I.e: green cum), Porn with hardly any plot, unprotected sex, fem receiving oral, squirting, cheesy flirting 18+MDNI!!

“Who are you?! Are you going to let me go??!” The blonde human jerks around in the chair you have him strapped to, desperately trying to break free. You try not to giggle at how silly he looks flailing around like that. But he’s just so cute.

“Eventually.” You can’t help the little giggle that slips out as you come out from the shadows where you were silently watching him. His blue eyes blow wide when he sees you and his jaw quite literally drops. You aren’t sure if he’s terrified, entranced, or both.

”Whoa.” The human looks at you with what you assume the equivalent of heart eyes in those cartoons they love so much would be. “Who are you?”

“I’m who you’ve been looking for.” You smile at him sweetly as you approach him with caution.

“Yeah you are.” He sighs dreamily and you can’t help but laugh.

“No, I mean the ship you and your friends have been trying to find? The whole reason you’re up here?” You boop his nose with your pointer finger and he jumps at your touch. “Oh, sorry. On my planet we are very touchy. I should’ve asked.

”That’s your ship? The one that keeps popping in and out of orbit so we can’t track it?” He raises an eyebrow at you before chuckling. “Also, you can touch me all you want. You already have me tied down.”

”Ha! That is a crude joke, I love it.” You lean down so you can get close to his face, your eyes roaming his every feature. “Plus, I only strapped you down because I wasn’t sure if you’d be dangerous or not.You are even cuter up close.”

”Up, close? Have you been uh - have you been watching me?” He shoots you a charming smile.

“Yes.” You say matter of factly. “I’ve been watching humans for a while now. My ship was pulled into your atmosphere and I stuck around because I found your species interesting. You especially, Johnny.”

”You know my name?” Johnny shifts around in his chair and he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing at your proximity. “And what’s so interesting about me?”

”Yes. I told you I’ve been watching you.” You step to the side of him as you continue to examine him and run your finger down the skin behind his ear. “You’re soft. And warm. And I’ve been watching you because not only do you have powers most humans don’t, but I also find you very attractive.”

‘Yeah?” Johnny turns his head to look at you, his eyes roaming your face before traveling down the rest of your body. “You’re pretty attractive yourself.”

”Thank you.” You cup his cheek and run your thumb along his bottom lip that’s even softer than his skin. “Plus, I heard your friend Ben saying you liked sexy aliens. You could say it piqued my interest.”

“Well, he’s not wrong. You are very sexy, by the way.” Johnny tips his head down so he can get a glimpse of the rest of you that’s cut off by the chair. “Will you let me out of here?”

”Yes. If you promise not to hurt me.” You run your finger down his cheek, feeling more of him. Your touch is so cold his skin breaks out in goosebumps despite the fact that he hasn’t been cold a single day in five years.

“I won’t. Unless you ask.” Johnny winks at you and you can’t help but swoon a little as you push the button on the back of the chair to free him.

“You have a dirty mind, Johnny Storm.” You step back so he can stand up and then it’s his turn to get into your face. His pointer finger trails down your cheek so he can feel your skin like you did his.

”You’re also soft. And cold.” His touch is warm like the sun and you want to wrap yourself in it.

“You’re hot. I like it. My planet is very cold.” You raise your hand over his arm and let small sprinkles of green ice that are like the first drops of snow fall down onto his hand.“I’ve only been studying your language for a few weeks, but we are what I believe you would say opposite.”

“Exactly.” Johnny’s finger warms lightly on your cheek, not enough to burn, but enough to make a point. His eyes analyze your face like he’s trying to memorize every feature. Your skin is the prettiest shade of green, your eyes are a glowing pink color, and your pupils are shaped like white stars. He feels like he can see galaxies in them. “You’re definitely a very sexy alien.”

”I’d like to have sex with you.” Johnny’s eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head as he leans back a little so you can see each other’s entire faces. He looks shocked and you aren’t sure if it’s in a good or a bad way. “I apologize for being so forward. I know human customs when it comes to sex are quite different from where I am from. But we are very blunt and to the point there. I’d like to know what being with a human man is like.”

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“Oh, yes, your mouth is so skilled.” You moan as you tug on Johnny’s blonde locks while he devours your pussy. You aren’t sure how long he has been down there but long enough to make you come three times and you’re on your way to the fourth.

Johnny shoves his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you and flicks it against your walls, tasting your unique flavor. It’s unlike any human woman’s he has ever tasted, it has a warm sweet taste to it, like a fruit that isn’t from this world so he couldn’t describe what it tastes like.

His tongue slides up to your clit and he circles it with his tongue while two of his fingers line up with your entrance. He pushes them inside you and curls them against your sweet spot and it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cum hard on his face. A rush of liquid comes out of you and drips down Johnny’s chin and hand.

“Holy shit.” Johnny is in awe as he comes up from between your legs. You look like an extraterrestrial goddess. Your hair is askew, your green cheeks are dusted pink, your tits rise and fall as your breath comes out in pants. But the sexiest part of all? The cum that’s dripping down his chin and wrist is a neon green color and smells just like that unnamable fruit. He feels like his cock is gonna burst. “You’re so beautiful. And you taste so sweet.”

”Thank you, that is very kind of you.” You reach up to wipe some of your cum off his chin and you bring it to your own mouth with a hum. “Back home, men always tell me I taste of melon berries. I’d like for you to fuck me now.”

”I wondered what that was.” Johnny chuckles at how cute your bluntness is. “And your wish is my command, space goddess.”

”Space goddess? I am not a goddess.” You raise a brow at him in question.

”But you look like one.” He winks before pulling his shirt off and you can’t help but moan. He’s fit. Not overly buff but perfectly toned. He pulls his pants off and your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight of his cock. “You like what you see, space goddess?”

”Very much so.” You nod, then reach out to take his cock in your hand and he moans at the feeling of your cool touch. You stroke him and he leans down to connect your lips in a messy kiss. His tongue licks your bottom lip and you part your lips so he can slip it into your mouth. You intangle your tongue with his and he moans in surprise at the length of it. You bring his cock to your entrance and rub it through your wetness and he takes the hint by pushing his hips forward. Before he can even thrust your pussy is sucking in his entire length and tightening perfectly around it.

“Oh, fuck, oh shit.” Johnny groans as he pushes himself up on his hands to look down at you. “First of all, your tongue is so long and that’s so hot.” You stick your tongue out and it goes past your chin and it’s long and pointed. “Wow. And second of all, you feel so good. It’s different from human women. You feel freaking amazing.”

”So do you, your cock is so warm.” You moan as you thrust your hips up and he meets you halfway before starting up at a brutal pace.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied again if it’s not in this pussy, fuck.” Johnny fucks you deep and hard, grabbing onto your thighs so he can push your knees up by your head. It makes his cock hit you even deeper and your pussy sucks him in even harder. “I feel like you’re sucking my cock and I’m fucking you at the same time.”

”Do ear-earth women’s pussy’s not do that?” You can barely get a word out with how good he’s fucking you.

”Absolutelt not.” Johnny chuckles before pulling out of you and flipping you over onto your stomach. He pulls your hips up, slams his cock back into you, and continues to fuck you even harder and deeper than before. He laces his arm around your shoulders so he can use his grip to pull your back against his front. “And they’re always warm. Which I used to love. But ever since I started running hot, it hasn’t been the same. You though? You’re so cold and tight and perfect.”

”I feel the same about your warmth. Feels so good.” You moan loudly as he leans down to shove his face into your neck and inhale your otherworldly scent as he fucks you like his life depends on it. His free hand grips onto your tit and kneads it in his palm before giving the other the same treatment. It makes your pussy pulse around him as you come on his cock.

“Oh, shit. That feels so fucking good.” Johnny groans as your pussy continues to swallow him. “I’m not going to last much longer but I need to feel that again just in case it’s the last time.”

Johnny pushes your back down before gripping onto your hips, his cock hitting places you didn’t even know existed. “Oh, that’s so good, so good.” You mumble into the small ship bed beneath you as you push your hips back into his.

“You’re so good.” One of johnny’s hands snakes between your legs to rub circles on your swollen clit and it’s your undoing. You come harder than you ever have in your life, a rush of your juices dripping from your pussy and onto both your thighs. It sends Johnny over the edge with you, your pussy practically siphoning the cum from his body as it pulses and squeezes around him. “Oh my god, oh god.”

Johnny feels like you’re siphoning cum from his body as he comes longer and harder than ever has. When he finally comes down from his high, he rolls onto his side and pulls you with him, against his chest.

“That was…” Johnny chuckles. “Wow.”

”Yes. That was very wonderful, Johnny, thank you.” You send him a sweet smile, which he returns while his hand smooths out your hair and runs down your back.

“When are you leaving?” There’s a hint of sadness in his tone and in his eyes.

”Mmm, I was planning on leaving soon. But if I am being honest? I’m not a goddess, but on my planet I am a princess. And I am expected to marry a man I do not love. So I ran as far as I could.” You sigh as you run little circles along his toned chest with your pointed nail. “After this galaxy, I was going to find somewhere to settle and hide forever. I am able to transform my appearance so I can fit in with any society. But I quite like humans. Especially you. Maybe I’ll stick around for a while.”

”Yeah? I’d like that, extraterrestrial princess.” Johnny winks at you before leaning down to give you a kiss that makes you feel like your head is spinning.

Maybe you’ll like earth even more than you thought.

Tagging my bbs: @eerielamb @smittenkittens @frombeyondthegravez @moonlightseranade

Special shout out to my pookie @eddiesxangel for brainstorming and thirsting with me on this one hehe ilysm💚

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Sneaking Around (Johnny Storm)

Description: Johnny loves Reed’s little sister Y/N but Reed is against it due to Johnny’s habits of playing with women.

Warning: Face Riding, Oral (Female Reciving), Reed (He’s a little dark in this), innocent kink (sorta)

Word Count: 3,289

Request: Can I request smut with johnny storm where he gets caught with Reed's equally shy and awkward genius sister? 💕 💞 ♥️

Author’s Note: Not as shy as I meant for her to be but she has her moments. Hope you like it!

She adjusted her glasses as she helped her older brother work on the new project he was doing. They’ve been working on it for a week now and she’s been really excited to show her brother the new ideas she’s had.

“I’ll be right back.” He tells her as he leaves the lab.

Johnny smirks as he sees Reed leave and runs into the lab. There he sees the woman of his dreams still focused on the project.

“Hey pretty lady.” He smirks and walks up to her, trying to be cool.

“Hey Johnny.” Her voice is soft and she doesn’t look away from the equation.

“Whatcha workin’ on?” He asked like he would ever understand any of it.

Truth be told the only reason he asked was to hear her voice and the excitement. She explained to him what Reed and her were doing and what she wanted to show Reed when he got back. Johnny nodded along like he knew what she was talking about. He got distracted a few times with her cute blue bow that held half her hair up while she worked. She also wore a blue dress and had her glasses, she looked like a wet dream. It also didn’t help that she had slim to zero sexual experience and barely caught on to his flirting.

“Johnny, what are you doing here?” Reed’s voice boomed through the lab as he walked back in.

Johnny and his sister turned to look at him and he didn’t look happy. He was glaring at Johnny,

“Leave.” He demanded and Y/N looked at her brother, concerned.

“Reed, he was just asking about the project.” She tried to defend him.

“And now he’s leaving.” Johnny stood where he was as Reed got closer.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” He warned Johnny.

“So, you can marry my sister but I can’t yours?” He asked and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“What?” Both men turned to the woman and she looked shocked.

“I-” Johnny had no words, the words left his mouth before he could think.

Reed held his glare at him and before she could ask anything else he left the lab. Reed held up his hand at her before she could ask, not wanting to talk about it. 

Curiosity got the best of her and it wouldn’t leave her mind. Johnny wanted to marry her? Reed was mad about that? She certainly didn’t think it was fair that Reed could get with Sue but Johnny and her couldn’t do anything. Reed was protective over her and always has been but Johnny was a good guy and a hero, what was he so afraid of?

Truth was Reed knew that Johnny was a womanizer and didn’t want him playing with his sister like that. She deserved better and wanted them to stay away from each other but he couldn’t stop that forever. Y/N knocked on Johnny’s door with her heart beating, she was nervous and a little shaky to question the fire man on what he said but Reed wouldn’t give her anything. He opened the door and his eyes widened seeing her,

“Hey.” He breathed out and she gave him a nervous smile.

“Can we talk?” She asked and adjusted her glasses, making his heart pound as well.

He nodded and gulped, opening the door wider. She walked into his room and turned to him as he closed the door.

“Ya know, Reed would have a heart attack if he knew you were here.” He joked.

“That’s the thing, I don’t get why he cares so much.” Johnny rubs the back of his neck,

“He knows I like you.” He whispers and avoids eye contact.

“Well I would take it since you admitted that you didn’t think it was fair that Sue and Reed can be married but we can’t.” Johnny goes to open his mouth to say something about that but she keeps talking,

“I agree with you. Reed has no right to say who I choose as a husband.” She says to him.

He was surprised by her words, not expecting her to feel the same way,

“You like me back?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes and I also love the idea of Reed freaking out over this.” That made him laugh.

“He knows my history with women.” She nods, knowing as well.

“I take it you don’t say that you wanna marry just any woman?” She asked him.

“Yeah I definitely haven’t said that about anyone else.” He confirms and she smiles.

“Well then, for now let’s keep this between us.” She said and walked up to him.

He wasn’t sure what to expect but given her history of course it was just a hug. He smiled and hugged her back, at least it was physically touching.  

The next month was awesome for Johnny. Reed would glare at the man for getting too close to his sister and had no knowledge of what was going on between them. Y/N would try to calm her brother from any comments Johnny made towards her in the lab and any time he caught Johnny in the lab.

“Johnny is a good guy.” Sue told him after he nearly blew up on Johnny for making a sex joke.

“He’s a womanizer, a player, my sister deserves better.” Reed said, sternly.

Sue rolled her eyes, she knew her brother was a player but he seemed to really like Y/N. Reed was not an easy person to talk to about this and given how he’s acting now, he would lose his shit if he knew that she was seeing Johnny in secret. 

Johnny giggled as he and Y/N cuddled up together under the blankets,

“He nearly killed me after the sex joke at the dinner table.” Y/N rolled her eyes,

“Yeah you really shouldn’t have said that.” She told him but kissed his cheek.

“Mmm but how could I not? You look like a wet dream almost all of the time.” She straddled him and stared into his eyes, seeing nothing but lust.

“Our first time having sex will be based on a joke you made at dinner?” She asked with a smirk.

He opened his mouth to make a comment but her lips stopped him. It wasn’t the first time that they kissed but the kiss was different. It was leading to a special moment between them. His hands found her back and moved her shirt up some. She sighed at the feeling of his warm hands on her skin and pulled her shirt over her head at his silent request.

While their lips were apart he stared at her upper body in awe. Her bra was a simple black one, not anything too sexy or fancy but it made him harder than a rock. His hands moved to her front and cupped her tits, making her let out a soft sigh. His hands felt better than hers and made her jerk towards his touch when he toyed with her nipples.

“Johnny.” His name fell from her lips, shakily and breathy.

He smirked at her and one of his hands stopped playing with her tit to move to her back and undo the bra. She gulped but let it fall from her body, opening her eyes to see him staring. Before she could cover herself he spoke,

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” If she wasn’t wet before, she is now.

He looked as if he was examining them and their size, like they were a science project that needed to be studied. She looked at him, a little needy and wanting him to touch her again. His hands moved to her hips and rubbed them. She looked down at her PJ shorts and realized that he also wanted them off.

“What about you?” She asked, not wanting to be the only one stripping.

He took off his shirt with one hand and laid back down. Her eyes traveled down his torso, taking him in like a piece of art.

“You like what you see?” She nodded and placed a hand on his abs.

He watched her while she examined his body as he did her, the difference was this was her first time touching a guy like this. He liked the feeling of her hands on his body and bit his lip, staring up at her.

“When you’re done having your fun with my body you can take your shorts off.” She huffs out a laugh but stands for a second to remove her pj shorts.

Her panties, unlike her bra, were lacey and pink. His eyes widened and fell to her panties. She realized this time that the look in his eyes was pure awe and lust, something that was good. He motioned with his hands for her to come closer and she did. He leaned forward and kissed both of her thighs,

“You know your brother would hate this.” He said with a smile, liking the idea of that.

“I do not want to think of my brother or his hatred for this while we do it.” She said as his fingers pulled at her panty line.

She let him pull them down and reveal her wet aching pussy that was untouched besides her.

“Sit on my face.” He told her and laid back on the bed again.

Her face went red as she thought about it, never having even thought about doing that.

“Hey, nothing to be nervous about, it’ll feel amazing.” She nodded and straddled him again, letting his hands run over her ass, hips and thighs.

She got closer to his face and looked down at him. He looked up at her with a reassuring smile that it was going to be okay. She realized as soon as she sat on his face that things would be okay. Her hands gripped the headboard and she gasped feeling his nose run against her clit.

She looked down at him to see his eyes closed as he felt her out, taking in her sweet scent. She nearly jumped when she felt his tongue lick up her clit. Johnny chuckled against her and the vibrations made her let out a moan that she feared was a little too loud.

His hands gripped her hips to keep her from moving, sucking on her clit. She bit her lip trying to keep quiet but he was too good at it, it was no use. Her soft moans and whimpers filled his bedroom as he rocked her against his face. She tried not to move too fast but he didn’t seem to mind.

She felt embarrassed how close she was to orgasm with under 5 minutes of her riding his face. One of her hands reached down to grip his hair, needing more than the headboard to keep her grasp. Johnny had opened his eyes and saw her eyes rolled as she tried to keep quiet, making him smirk against her.

“J-Johnny, I-I’m gonna c-cum.” She stuttered out and he rubbed her ass, letting her know it was okay.

She had to cover mouth from the scream that was in her throat as her orgasm rocked through her body. Her hips stuttered and her thighs shook as she had to lean on the headboard for support. Johnny’s hands fell from her hips as her orgasm subsided and she became sensitive. 

She managed to get off him and collapse on his bed, breathing hard. Johnny had a big smile as he looked at her, wetness all over his face. She managed to turn to him to thank him but the sight caught her off guard.

“Johnny.” She said his name and he smirked,

“My favorite part.” She let herself smile and she couldn’t hide how hot that was.

She felt at peace as she experienced an orgasm better than she’s ever had. She bit her lip and looked up at his ceiling. Johnny pulled her body closer to his and she yawned, laying her head on his chest.

“We can take it one step at a time.” He whispers as she rubs her back. She liked that a lot. 

It was early in the morning when she decided to leave his room and sneak back to hers before Reed would see. 5:40 am should give her enough time but she was wrong.

“I went to your room last night and you weren’t there, needed help on a project.” Her eyes widened and she felt goosebumps all over her skin at the sound of his voice.

She froze and didn’t dare to look back at him.

“Figured you had gone out for something but you never were there.” She closed her eyes and wished that the ground would swallow her whole.

She needed to make that a thing for the next time something like this happens.

“Reed.” Her voice was soft and full of guilt.

“He’ll only hurt you, that’s what he’s good at. Breaking hearts.” He tells her and she finally turns to him.

He looked madly disappointed in her, like she killed a dog.

“Reed, I’m an adult. If I wanna make a mistake, I'm aloud!” She said to him, with a stern voice.

“You’re still my baby sister, i’m always gonna look out for you but this.” He motioned to the situation,

“I can’t have that. You can do better.” She rolled her eyes,

“So it’s okay for you and Sue but not me and Johnny?” she asked the same question that Sue and Johnny did.

“That’s different Sue isn’t-”

“No Reed there’s no difference.” She yelled,

“You’re a hypocrite.” Johnny heard the yelling and opened his bedroom door, rubbing his eyes from sleep.

Reed turned back at him with a glare,

“What’s going on?” He asked and looked at the two, confused.

“I told you to stay away from her.” Reed growled and his arm stretched out to grab Johnny by the throat.

“Oh my god, Reed!” Y/N yelled and ran to them.

Sue ran out of the room and gasped at the sight of her husband choking her brother.

“Reed stop!” She screamed and the sound of her voice pulled him out of whatever state he was in.

He seemed shocked by his own actions and stuttered over his words. Both Sue and Y/N had tears in their eyes but Johnny looked terrified. Reed looked apologetic at the three before running off to his lab. Nobody followed him. Sue looked at her brother and ran to give him a hug,

“I’m so sorry!” She even pulled Y/N in.

Y/N hugged her back and reassured her that it wasn’t her fault. 

Reed was in his lab for the rest of the day, not coming out for anything. Y/N and Johnny avoided him and the lab all together and Sue tried to talk to him but he wanted to be alone.

“We have to talk to him eventually.” Johnny tells her as he watches her pace her room.

“Johnny, he was going to kill you.” She said and sighed.

Johnny rolled his eyes playfully,

“Pfft yeah sure he can kill me.” He said, sarcastically but she saw the look in his eyes when Reed had his hand around his throat.

  “I just think that maybe I'm too close to him and I need to distance myself.” She said and he disagreed with her,

“So what? You’re gonna ignore him?”

“Johnny, he’s too protective of me!”

“He’s just gonna have to deal with us being together! He can’t hold a grudge forever.” He reasoned with her and she knew that was true.

“The one with a problem is Reed.” 

Reed hated himself for doing that, the scene and the look on Johnny’s face played in his head. He’s a hero, supposed to be and the fact that he lost control like that was traumatizing. Johnny was a good kid and yeah he was a womanizer but that wasn’t a reason to do what he did.

His sister was very important to him but she needed control over her own life and Reed couldn’t stop that. He didn’t even want to, he just doesn’t want her hurt. He sighed and rubbed his face. He's been in the lab for hours and needed a break but was scared of how the others would react to him. 

Sue tried seeing him earlier and he shut her down, still angry. Now he felt bad and realized that he was in the wrong and needed to apologize. It was weird that Reed skipped dinner and truth be told they all missed him, even Johnny. Ben had only heard about the altercation and it was enough for him to understand and stay away from Reed.

Sue was in bed by the time that Reed had left the lab. He assumed that Johnny and Y/N were together but in case of Reed losing it again they stayed in their own rooms. He had knocked on Johnny’s door with a shaky hand. He knew that Johnny stayed up later than the others and he was the one he hurt the most or at least he thought. Johnny opened the door and felt the air leave him, he heated himself up seeing Reed.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I came to apologize.” He holds up his hands, seeing that Johnny was preparing.

“Not me, you should be apologizing to Y/N.” Johnny said and went to shut the door but Reed stopped him. 

“I will but I fear she doesn’t want to see me right now.” Reed says and he wasn’t wrong.

She wanted to be away from him as much as possible after that.

“You need to accept that I'm with her. I don’t want to hurt her, I've been in love with her for a while.” Johnny admits and Reed didn’t show any expression to that other than a nod,

“You’re right, I do and I will tell her that.” 

Y/N had to be in the lab to help Reed today and she was dreading it, usually she loved it but after yesterday she wasn’t excited. Johnny had told her that he and Reed had talked and that made her happy but she wasn’t excited to face the problem right now. When she got to the lab Reed was working. He had heard her footsteps and had yet to look up,

“Hey.” He mumbled and she nodded at him even though he couldn’t see it.

He started talking about work like nothing had happened, like things were supposed to go back to the way they were before. She hated that and realized that it was better if they talked about it,

“Reed stop!” He looked up at her and stopped his work.

“We should talk.” She said and he nodded,

“You know I hate these things in the lab.” She nodded but she didn’t care.

“You choked Johnny.” She pointed out and he sighed,

“I know and I’m sorry.” He took off his glasses.

“I just love you and I don’t want you hurt and he has the power to do that.” Reed pointed out.

She nodded and set down the paper that was in her hands,

“You know Reed, you hurt me worse than he ever could.” That was a hit in the heart for him, his face fell.

“Worse than any man could Reed.” He had no words for that, not realizing that by protecting her from the hurt he had hurt her worse.

“I love you too Reed but I need some time.” She said and walked out of the lab, leaving him there in sorrow. 

What would pull them together, what would make them forget it all was the threat that their world could be eaten. 

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In My Head (Johnny Storm)

Description: Y/N has Telepathic abilities and without realizing it, she’s putting fantasies she has into Johnny’s head.

Warning: Smut, fantasies in this font, oral (female receiving), fingering, lactation kink, car sex, use of powers in a sexual way

Word Count: 1,780

Request:

Hey, love that you're taking Quinn!Johnny requests 😆 so....

Johnny x reader smut where she's telekinetic and still learning to control it so snapshots of their relationship where when emotions run high she loses control like arguments, joy, fear and sex.

Thank you 😊

Author’s Note: Inspired by this request as I have changed a few things about it. I hope you like it!

“Johnny.” She cried out, clinging to him as he thrusted into her like he was on a mission.

Her nails dug into his back, marking him as he groaned in her ear from the pain, the pain which he loved. Sweat made them stick together and fill the air with a scent that made her head spin. His eyes were orange as he looked down at her, waiting for her to scream or cry his name as she cums all over his dick. This moment felt so heated and passionate, all like a dream…

“Y/N?” Sue called her name, seeing her in a zoned out state.

She knew that having new powers was difficult and trying to control them was even worse. They knew very little about her powers and what she was capable of. Johnny on the other hand stared at her with wide eyes as she managed to somehow get in his head with her fantasies. She didn’t mean to, it just happened. Johnny shifted in his seat and looked away from her.

“Are you okay?” Sue asked her and she looked at her.

“I think so. I don’t know what happened.” She lied.

She knew but she wasn’t aware that Johnny knew as well. The poor guy was red in the face and thankfully nobody else looked at him. “You didn’t use your powers?” She asked and Y/N shrugged.

She honestly had no idea what just happened. 

The next time it happened Johnny was asleep and he was having a good dream.

Her hips moved against his as she rode him in the car, her cute sundress covered their lower halves but his hands were gripping her hips, wanting to drag her faster against him. His head was back against the seat and his eyes were closed. Her sweet moans and whimpers filled the air of the night and his ears.

It’s all he could hear. Her head was tilted back and her hands placed on his chest. She could feel his warmth through his t-shirt and inside of her.  He let out a soft moan as she clenched around him once and she wanted to hear that noise again and again. The more she clenched around him, the more he moaned and soon enough he was close,

“I’m about to cum!” He warned her but that was enough for her to pick up her pace.

She wanted him too.

Right when he was about to cum he woke up and looked around his room for a second. That was a crazy dream, he thought though it was yet to end.

He cried out into the night as he filled her up with his cum. Her hips didn’t stop, not even slowing as she rode to her orgasm. Johnny was whining for overstimulation but that noise made her move faster and soon enough she was crying out his name as she came.

Johnny looked down at himself and muttered curses as he realized what just happened. It wasn’t just a dream, she was using her powers again. He had came in his PJ pants just from the visions. He didn’t move for a second, too embarrassed and lost as he never had that happened before. He got up to change his boxers and pants before going to talk to Y/N. 

He knocked on her door and waited for her to answer. She opened the door seconds later and looked like she barely slept.

“Hey Johnny.” She said in a tired voice.

“Can we talk?” He asked and though her facial expression was confused, she nodded and opened the door anyway, letting him in her room.

He was red in the face at the thought of what she put in his head and he wasn’t even sure how to bring it up.

“You okay?” She asked, sitting on her bed.

He nodded and cleared his throat,

“Yeah uh it’s just that you’ve been putting sexy visions in my head.” He closed his eyes and wanted to hit himself for  bring it up like that.

Her face turned red as well and her jaw dropped, she hadn’t realized that someone else could see what she was seeing.

“Oh my God Johnny, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was doing that.” She stood up from her bed and apologized.

“It’s okay, truly. You don’t have to apologize.” He tells her and she shakes her head, she was so mad at herself.

“No I do. You didn’t want to see any of that.” She said, actually she was wrong.

“It was hot.” Johnny said and she looked at him surprised.

“What your brain came up with, those scenarios are hot.” He says and she was more than surprised and a little turned on that he felt the same way.

Though she’d imagine it would be hard to make Johnny Storm uncomfortable.

“Wow, I wasn't expecting that.” She mumbles.

“I mean you have to feel the same way if you’ve been doing it.” He pointed out and he was right.

She definitely found him attractive, hot even and all her thoughts were on purpose.

“Yeah I just had no idea that I was projecting them onto you.” She said and looked away from him.

He smirked and walked up to her,

“No big deal. I just think you should make them a reality.” He mumbled before kissing her.

Her eyes widened for a second before she relaxed and kissed him back. Her hands rested around his neck and he hugged her to him.

She was spread out on her bed, covers in a mess on the floor and the sheet half off her mattress. There between her legs was Johnny, eating away like she was his favorite meal. Her hands in his hair and her moans filled the room.

“Johnny.” She cried, thighs squeezing around his head some.

He groaned against her and the vibrations made her cry out.

  The scene had switched to a little later,

Johnny pulled away from her cunt that he made cum 4 times. His mouth dripping with her cum, his eyes glowing orange as he stared up at the tired girl with hunger in his eyes. He wasn’t done. 

Johnny pulled away from the kiss,

“Oh my.” She looked at him, fake innocence in her eyes.

“We need to recreate that.” He said and pushed her onto the bed.

She looked up at him with a smile, agreeing with him through their minds.

“That’s so fucking cool.” He groaned and nearly collapsed on her, chasing her lips.

She let him kiss her in a hurry, sloppy mess, trying not to laugh. He was so hungry for her and it was funny how sloppy he was with every move. His kisses went down to her neck, wetting it with his lips and spit.

“You’re like a dog in heat.” She joked and gasped when he bit her neck a little.

He didn’t respond and moved down to her chest area that was covered by her shirt.

“I need this off.” He groaned and she sat up and removed her shirt, being the early day she didn’t have on a bra yet but he wasn’t complaining.

She smiled and laid back so he could get a good view. He mouthed the word fuck and Immediately  started attacking her breasts. She hummed and ran her fingers through his soft hair. He sucked on her nipple like he was drinking from it,

Milk dripped from her nipple as it ached, she was moaning and groaning in pain, needing a release. Unfortunately she was far away from her baby or the pump, all she had was Johnny and his sick fantasies. He looked concerned until he saw her leaking through her shirt. His eyes widened and all he wanted to do was rip the shirt from her body and drink her milk.

“Johnny.” She groaned and looked at him.

She knew she wouldn’t have to beg him. He already knew what she wanted and pulled over immediately. He stopped the car and unbuckled his seatbelt in a hurry, like he was late to an event. He pushed his seat back and patted his lap. She climbed over and straddled him, lifting her shirt, wasting no time. 

His lips immediately wrapped around one of her aching nipples and began to suck, a loud moan rang through her lips as the relief set it and it felt really good. Johnny drank up all her milk until some was leaking from his chin. She threw her head back as he switched to the other nipple and did the same.

Johnny pulled away from her nipple with this hungry look in his eyes, like her fantasy had awoken something in him. He moved down to her PJ pants and pulled them down,

“No panties?” He asked her with a teasing tone.

Do something about it then, she spoke to him through their minds and he didn’t need to be told twice. The feeling of his mouth on her was surreal and better than in her head. His mouth moved like a mad man wanting something so bad and finally getting it. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping them apart even though he craved to feel them squeeze his head.

His tongue lapped up her wetness and swirled it all over, making her moan his name out loud.

“Johnny.” Over and over again as he lapped up her juices and brought her closer to the edge.

He used his fingers to penetrate her and to feel her walls clench around them. Her hands gripped her sheets, trying not to rip through them. Her body shook with need as she begged him for she didn’t know what but she needed more. His mouth and fingers weren’t enough, she needed his dick.

Her pulsing clit got him to pull away with a soft cry from her lips. His lips were covered in her juices as was his fingers that he pulled out of her. He was breathing hard as he wiped his mouth and got face to face with her,

“You taste amazing, better than in my head.” He told her and her eyes nearly rolled back.

“I need to know something.” She says, her voice desperate.

Her hands ran through his hair and her body bucked up against his clothed one. He was hard, so hard that he needed to be inside of her soon or he might explode in flames.

“Do your eyes light up orange when you cum?” She was shy about the question yet had no problem showing it in her fantasies.

He smirked and pulled down his PJ pants,

“Wanna find out?”

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Childproof

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pairing: johnny storm x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k words

description: sue announces her pregnancy. johnny is elated for his big sister. but it makes you feel some type of way when you know he wants kids of his own. something you're not very sure you want.

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, no spoilers for f4 really, no use of y/n, reader is 18+, established relationship, basically pwp, talks of use of birth control, reader is afraid of being pregnant, johnny is a menace, johnny the Dom, sub!reader, uses of "daddy" and "momma", heavy on the breeding kink, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism, creampie, no real aftercare lol

authors note: hey..... this came to me before i even watched the movie. i watched that one clip and was like yeah.... i'm horny. anyway. saw the movie, loved it and needed to write more for this doofus. also coming up with the title made me giggle. if you get it, lemme know. hope y'all enjoy!

how to help palestine ~ dividers by @saradika-graphics

Johnny knew how to get under your skin. He loved it. 

You and Ben had just completed dinner, working for over an hour on perfecting his famous red sauce. Johnny had been bothering you two the entire time, pestering you specifically on how much longer it would be.

“We have dinner at the same time every night, Johnny,” You bite as you butter the bread. He did not let up, asking you to elaborate. He loved seeing your face get red and your lips opening up to let out a long sigh. 

Once everything was plated and the table was set, you sat down at the table. You turn everyone’s forks and knives the right way as Ben sprinkles some more Italian seasoning over the pasta.

Johnny slams down in the chair next to you, a big box of Lucky Charms in his grip. Ben immediately takes note of it before you can even say anything.

“What are you doing?” He asks Johnny, his voice sort of small with a slight offense to it. 

Johnny takes a handful of the cereal and dumps it in his mouth. “What do you mean, what am I doing?”

You peer at him, annoyed, already on edge with him today. He had been extra irritating today after you rejected his morning advances. You swore the man needed you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 

“You are going to ruin your appetite,” You say, grabbing the box from him. His bright blue eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he dumped the rest of the handful he had into his mouth.

“‘M hungry, baby.”

You grit your teeth, ignoring the question Ben had posed about Sue and Reed being late to dinner. Everyone always arrived before the set time, and by the looks of it, they were about 5 minutes late. You check your small watch front, humming a response. You hear some footsteps from across the living room, and see the two of them looking like they just got caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

“You’re late,” Johnny shouts to them, dusting his hands off over his clean plate. You grit your teeth. Why was he like this?

Reed and Sue stop dead in their tracks. 

“What, uh, what do you mean?” Sue poses, slowly walking forward to her usual spot at the table. Johnny rolls his eyes again, and you silently plot how you could get away to stab him with your fork.

“What do you mean, what do I mean? You’re late for dinner,” Johnny explains, pulling his napkin into his lap, just like you taught him. Took him years to figure out how to prevent so many stains on his clothing until you came around and completely changed his entire world.

Sue and Reed go into an elaborate explanation as to why they took so long, but you sensed a shift. Reed never had a good poker face, his big brown eyes giving him away immediately. 

Ben noticed, too, because he shot you a look.

“Why are you being weird?” Johnny asks, noticing their behavior to be rather off. 

They go into more word vomit, and you cannot help but let a smirk spread across your face. 

Ben quips up, “Are you pregnant?”

Sue’s face instantly shifts into a smile as she lets out some air from her nose, “Yeah, I’m pregnant.”

She and Ben stand up together, hugging one another in celebration. Reed gets up as well to join in on the embraces after he rattles off some weird and awkward gestures towards a flabbergasted Johnny. You shift out of your chair, grabbing him for a hug, whispering excited congratulations. 

Johnny is sitting there completely astonished. “What? Really?”

You all look to him, still seated at the table. Sue nods, giving him a confident ‘yeah’. And then the celebration gets even bigger, with Johnny slamming his hands on the table. You are still half hugging Reed, slowly pulling away, watching Johnny lift his sister in the air, and telling her how great of a mother she would be. When he grabs Reed, he tells him how he’s going to be out of his depth. He’s always one to pull something mean out of the depths of his mind to lay into Reed. You pat Reed’s shoulder, whispering to him to ignore his jab. 

You hug Sue and tell her congratulations. She gives you a squeeze, thanking you. Johnny grabs onto Ben as you pull away, “We are going to be the best uncles ever!”

You giggle, enjoying the excited look on Johnny’s face. He may be more thrilled than anyone else here. 

-

After Johnny got his powers, you two decided it was probably best not to have children. With every scientist you know telling you it would be fine to have a mutant’s baby, you were still unsure. Even Reed had brought up the possibility, and that’s why he and Sue had given up on it for a while.

You did not know that they never really wanted to give up trying. 

But you had done some semi-permanent things to ensure you would not get pregnant by your needy, insatiable boyfriend. Birth control. A small little pill you would take every morning with some orange juice and toast. 

It had worked for the year that you two had been together, and you were confident that you would not have to carry his child until you knew 100% what you wanted to do. 

But now a baby would be directly in your lives, and you had heard what baby fever can do to people. You were still sure you did not want a child, but the way Johnny is just blissful on the idea of having a nephew, you knew he would bring it up again. 

And you were right. Seeing his sister and brother-in-law beaming over the prospect of their future child made him envious. He always wanted a little Johnny, a little you, but he understood your hesitancy. He respected it, of course, but there was now a nagging voice in his head that said if he didn’t do it now, it would never happen. 

Dinner is finished in less than an hour, and you and Johnny take up the responsibility of cleaning up with H.E.R.B.I.E. Mainly, it was you cleaning off the table and stacking dishes while the robot did the rest. You still liked to busy yourself with tasks, making yourself seem useful to the team due to your lack of superhero abilities. You were essentially just their publicist and managed their daily lives at home while they went off to save the world. 

You begin to wipe up the dinner table. Johnny creeps behind you, his hands shifting over your waist. He loved seeing you doing domestic activities. You were so pretty in your blue half-sleeved top, tucked into some high-waisted black trousers.

“You do not need to be cleaning, beautiful,” He hums into your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point. 

“Let me finish what I’m doing,” You demand, scrubbing off some sauce he had spilled off his plate. By the way his warm hands rested where your shirt rode up slightly, you knew what he was trying to do. 

He could sense some tension off of you, but refused to move away from you, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” You lie, your mind still settling with the exciting news, “I am just tired, is all.”

“I think you’re lying, sweet cheeks.” He pulls your hips closer to him, his back against your shoulder blades, “Tell me what’s on your mind, hm?”

You could not lie much longer, “I’m more worried about what’s on your mind.”

He halts any more movements, using his grip on your hips to turn you around. He was not expecting such a response. You knew he would never pressure you to do something you did not want to do. So you must be referring to something else. “What do you mean?”

You shrug, your eyes shifting towards the floor over his shoulder before reluctantly returning to his piercing gaze, “You seem excited about the baby.”

He furrows his brows. You always thought he was always so painfully clueless when it mattered most. But the truth was, he did not understand why your response would be so bitter about his excitement.

His head shifts down towards you, “Of course, I am. I know how much Sue wanted it.”

You groan, throwing your head back. “Yeah, I know.”

You were starting to feel a bit dumb and dramatic about the whole thing. At the end of the day, you are excited for them. You like children for the most part, and it will keep the public off you and Johnny’s ass for 9 months. They won’t bother you about the timeline of your future child. Truthfully, you just hated the questions. There is almost a demand to produce the next generation of the Fantastic Four.

“Then what’s the big deal, beautiful? Why are you being weird about it?” His hands press into your hips in a possessive and needy way. You brush those thoughts off, knowing Johnny is doing it without even thinking twice.

But then the look he gave you during dinner started to enter your mind.

The longing.

“'Cause it’s only a matter of time before you start asking again.”

His hands still, “Asking for what? A baby?”

You slap his shoulders in frustration, “Yes!”

H.E.R.B.I.E takes his leave, knowing this could get heated quickly. He beeps his goodbye, heading down the hallway to the charging port that is set up for him. You grit your teeth, looking at Johnny’s silly expression, watching the robot roll away. 

Johnny cannot help but play oblivious, now. After you clarified for him, his mind was now plotting the ways he could sidetrack the conversation. He knew exactly what you were saying, but it’s so much sweeter when you lay it all out for him, your bubbling frustration only gets him off. And you knew that, which only annoyed you more. You usually fought spelling it out for him, but with a conversation like this, you wanted to be explicitly clear.

He sighs, shaking his head dramatically. “Of course I want a family with you, baby.”

“Well, we can’t. Not right now.”

Johnny smiles knowingly, slowly slipping into that cheeky smirk he gives you when he lets you win an argument. “Well, yeah, I know that.”

“Okay, good.”

Hands slip down your hips, reaching back to your rear and palming the flesh, “I would never put that responsibility on you. You know that?”

He drags out his fondling, his fingers rubbing closer and closer to your crack. His hands are wandering to places he only touched you in private. You want to smack him away, but he feels so good, you refuse to bother to reprimand him.

“Yes, I know,” You squeak, your hands now wrapping around the nape of his neck to almost pull him closer. After rejecting him this morning, you spent most of the day regretting not lazing in bed with him until noon. That option was always on the table, but today you were adamant about getting work done. What an idiot you were.

“Good…”

His head dips down to trail kisses on your jaw, down to your pulse point on your neck. Your fingers rake through his blond locks, holding his face close to you. His hands do not stop moving, tracing the line where your ass meets the top of your thighs. 

“You know what, though?” He ponders, his lips cresting the edge of your ear. He returns you to your previous position with a quick pull of your hips. Your ass is now pressed against him as your front half is practically folded over the white countertop. “It’s not stoppin’ me from acting like I can put one in you.”

“Johnny,” you warn, eyes fluttering close at the thought.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss right below your ear on your already sensitive neck, “Come on, baby. We can do it in a hypothetical sense.”

You breathe out a long sigh, knowing this was a terrible idea. You give Johnny an inch and he runs a mile. Even pretending he could get you pregnant felt like manifesting it. “Why, though?”

“Cause it’s hot to imagine,” He states, his hands traveling slowly between your thighs. You can feel him growing in his pants with the way his hips are practically melted into your backside, “Just thinking about fucking you full until you are dripping and full of my seed.”

“Johnny, please.”

“Oh, now you’re begging for it?” His hands warm up, like a reflex to get the truth out of you. Fingers spreading over your lower tummy as he lifts your top. You cannot stop the moans that leave your lips. 

“No,” you try to say with an ounce of confidence. He just giggles, his teeth starting to toy with your earlobe.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” His hand dips under your pants, not even bothering with the button. “I’ll give you that baby I want so badly.”

His words are so filthy. They always were. But these ones held an odd amount of weight. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, feeling his fingers go past your panties and seeking out your soaked slit. Once his fingers slide between your lips, a choked-out gasp leaves his lips. His words were enough to get you this wet. It fuels his ego every time.

Your body jolts, hands finding a spot on the counter to grip onto. There’s nothing to grab onto, so you let Johnny take control. 

“You would be so fucking beautiful pregnant, you know?” His fingers dip further into you, and you surrender, laying your upper body on the freezing marble. He fucks you slowly, dragging his fingers in and out of your wet center with precision, “God, I’m so fuckin’ hard imagining it. All round with my baby.”

His other hand pulls you upward, resting right where your womb is. You know how effective your birth control is, so you know his words are just words. But god, are those words making you a mess. 

“Shit,” You gasp, practically out of breath as he toys with your hole, “I can actually see the appeal of these hypotheticals.”

“Yeah?” His nose bumps the shell of your ear, “You like imagining making me a daddy?”

“Jesus, Johnny,” You sigh, as his fingers pull out of you, the wetness of your core dragging up to your tummy. He finally pops the button on your pants and shoves them down around your ankles. Your pants were quite tight, so you decided a seamless thong would suit the outfit. Johnny thanks his lucky stars for your usually-dragging-morning-brain for being so brilliant. 

“We are going to get caught-”

“Everyone is in bed,” He replies quickly, not letting you finish your thought. He’s already shoving his pants down with one hand still resting on your body. “Just let me do what you deprived me of this morning.”

“Deprived you?” you quip, turning to face him. He does not take kindly to your movement, grabbing your hips and pressing them into the edge of the counter again. 

You hated to admit that you loved it when he dominated you in this way. He was such a playful presence in day-to-day life, but when the switch flipped inside him, you were like sand between his fingers.

His palm comes down, slapping your ass. “Behave.”

You bite your lip and nod, smiling at his actions. 

“You would be such a good momma, you know?” He ponders, his right hand reaching down between you two. You feel his tip swipe against the skin of your asscheek, his precum trickling slowly down your flesh. His words send your brain into a tizzy. You wiggle in his grip, wanting him to sink into you already. “I’d get to see your tits even more than usual.”

You stop your movements, peering over your shoulder at him. The statement is almost so comically funny that you cannot take it seriously. “How does that even correlate?”

His face is deadly serious before that familiar grin creeps across his lips. He moves your thong out of his way, rubbing his cock between your sopping pussy lips, “Gotta feed the kid somehow.”

You close your eyes, letting out a depraved sigh. You can feel the smile on his face as he sinks into you, his length taking up every inch of your pussy. You squeeze him briefly, trying to adjust to his size.

“So tight. Relax a bit, honey.”

Johnny is always warm, so in turn, so are you. Especially when you fuck. The moment his hips shift inside you and he drags his cock in and out of you, you break a sweat. Even the coldness of the counter could not cool you down as his body hangs over you and completely overtakes your space. 

Johnny may be hot, but your cunt was even warmer. It was like his own personal drug. He would spend the rest of his days buried inside you, listening to your desperate whimpers as his hips snapped into you.

“Faster,” You urge, wanting to feel that familiar build-up in your tummy grow. He presses one hand into your waist, the other holding that spot that he’s now hyper-focused on. 

He speeds up his motions, his waist slapping against the fat of your ass, “Greedy momma, huh? You just want my babies so bad, huh?”

The pressure builds up only intensifies when the hand from your waist pushes your thong out of the way. His pointer and ring finger spread you wider as his middle finger swipes across your swollen clit. The mixture of meticulous work on your clit on top of the swiftness of his thrusts makes your ears ring. 

You are being loud, and you both know it. Usually, soundproof bedroom walls protect your pretty sounds from being exposed to the rest of the family, but you are in the middle of the condo, bent over the kitchen counter. 

Johnny takes the initiative to quiet you by slapping his hand over your mouth, leaving a warm spot on your tummy. His other hand does not let up on your clit, chasing that familiar feeling of you spasming around his sensitive cock. 

He jerks your head back, curling your back up into an arch, “I want you to cum for me, momma. I’m close, wanna feel you first. Then I’ll give you what we both want.”

Fingers speed up as his hips falter in speed a bit, but it’s still enough for you. Your eyes roll back the moment the burning spreads across your nerve endings. You moan into his hand, his name falling from your lips over and over. His hips go flush with your ass the moment his cock twitches, emptying every last drop deep inside you. His face is pressed into the side of yours, his words a jumble of “fuck” and “yes, take it all, baby”.

You stand there on wobbly legs as Johnny recovers and moves his hand away from your mouth. He kisses your cheek a couple of times before his hands go back to your lower tummy again.

“I’m in no rush,” He mumbles, drawing circles into your skin. You know exactly what he’s talking about, and hearing him reassure you again makes your heart grow a million sizes, “I'd rather have you all to myself anyway.”

The giggle that escapes your throat is clouded by some phlegm. You clear your throat, “I like that it’s just us. Especially right now.”

“I’m not ready to share you.”

He slips out of you as he says it, making it sound so casual. His cum literally drips down your thigh as he removes himself. “Sorry, honey.”

You run your fingers between your hips and thong to straighten it back out over your ass. When you slap it against your own skin, you hear Johnny chuckle at the obscenity. He bends down, grabbing the waistband of your pants, shimmying it up your leg, effectively wiping away the white liquid he left on your skin. To him, it’s a job well done. All clean!

To you, it means you have to ensure you run the pants through the laundry twice.

“Johnny-”

“Sorry,” He beams as you spin to scold him, “Again.”

There he is. Embedding himself so deep into your skin like a lovesick leech. You want to smack him for annoying you so quickly after getting you blissed out on his dick, but instead, you just grit your teeth and pinch his cheek.

“Daddy is going to sleep on the hard couch if he keeps it up.”

His eyes light up at your words, completely disregarding the latter half of the sentence. 

“So you did like that little fake scenario I mocked up, huh?”

You shake your head, buttoning your pants. He is a menace and he knows it. “Oh, you read me so well, honey. You’re on fire tonight!”

You don’t mean it to have a double meaning, but of course it does with Johnny. The expression he makes is so painful to your pride that you scrunch your nose in disgust. 

“I’m always on fire, Momma.”

-

[emperorgeta-bitchblog]

THREE THINGS

summary: You hate three things: Johnny Storm, Lucky Charms’ Human Torch Special Edition Cereal, and motion sickness. Unfortunately, you’re stuck in space with the three so try your best not to puke, not to punch him, and definitely not to fuck him. You’re failing at all three.

pairings: johnny storm x engineer!reader

warning: 8.3k words. mature themes. unprotected p-in-v. internal ejaculation. dry humping. d/s dynamic. (light) claustrophobic space. space sex. exhibitionism implication. power imbalance. read responsibly.

note: this one’s for my friends… ! @burymenot and @coffinkissd who helped me build the plot because we are thirsting over johnny. i fear we ate. <3 hope you enjoyed it and reblog if you so !

Johnny Storm loves three things in this world. Women. Space. Sex.

It is not always in that order, but it is close enough. People can always catch him flirting with women, it’s like he’s not picking a date and time. As long as you got his attention? He will charm you. And space, yeah, he loves it for a thrill. Maybe for attention too. He likes the way his stomach flips. He also likes the adrenaline in his system when he’s in the air. Oh, don’t forget when people cheer for him because his grin is so big when he’s witnessing that. And sex? Well, that’s his favorite hobby, if you can call it a hobby when he makes it sound like a public service.

Meanwhile, you hate three things. For starters, Johnny himself, with his cocky grin and the way he tips his head when he thinks he’s charming. Then there’s his cereal. The kind of cereal with marshmallows shaped like little fireballs and his face plastered across the box. He always leaves sugary crumbs all over the counters in the lab. You hate how he always leaves the box open, like it’s waiting for him to come back for another handful. And third, motion sickness. The kind that churns in your gut and makes you want to vomit or shake.

They picked you as a trainee engineer for this mission. A fresh assistant for the Fantastic Four. Reed said you were the top candidate. Sue was excited to have another woman on board. Ben just gave you a gruff nod of approval. Johnny? Johnny has the biggest smile like he won the lottery while leaning against the doorway in his suit. His hair is brushed clean and his eyes are glinting like he knows something you don’t. He must think he’s smooth when he gazes down at your body slowly and lazily sweeps before he throws a wink in your way.

You wanted to throw your knuckles in his face and it also didn’t help that you caught him laughing with other assistant candidates in the hall. It’s always the same grin he throws at women and he has that plastered to his face right now while giving them false promises about taking them to fly sometime. The thing is, it’s also the same shit he told you about you days ago in the cafeteria when you spilled your coffee on your shirt. The way he looks at you during training didn’t also help. It’s like he was waiting for you to mess up so he could enter and make a joke out of it.

What's way worse is when your little overthinking brain starts to wonder if he is only annoying… or noticing you because you were the one who got picked for this mission. Because it’s you who are standing next to him now. You are the one who is strapping yourself into the seat next to him. The one who is holding your breath while the engine is ready for its function and you can feel it under your boots. You feel you’re in some kind of game you didn’t agree to play because of the way he looks, how his fingers brush against you, or the way he says his stupid joke that makes your lips curl up even if you don’t want to.

You hated that too because it’s one thing to stand next to Johnny Storm on Earth while fighting the urge to roll your eyes every time he winks. It’s another to sit shoulder to shoulder when the shuttle left the earth. You can already feel your stomach crawling from there up to your throat. The warmth that sneaking around your neck and sweat beads are already forming under your collar. It’s sticking to the fabric while you are clamping the straps so hard that you feel your knuckles shaking. His low hum of excitement doesn’t help, fingers drumming a beat only he hears.

The shuttle tilts into that first dizzy climb, and a hot and sour wave rolls in your gut. Closing your eyes doesn’t help. The air is thick with plastic and metal. A small groan slips before you can swallow it back. “Aw, don’t puke yet,” Johnny says, leaning closer. His warm breath ghosts across your cheek. “We’re barely at the fun part.” Your glare snaps toward him, but your stomach flips again while forcing your mouth shut as you swallow hard.

When the engines ease, your forehead presses to the cool seat. Breathing slowly helps, but nausea still hangs heavy that pulling another groan from your lips. A rustle drags your eyes open, and Johnny’s smirk greets you like the world’s worst sunrise. “Got you something,” he says, tone bright with that fake sweetness he uses when he’s about to be annoying. A cereal box drops in your lap. Not just any box, but one with his face printed beside a cartoon of him flying with texts saying ‘Get your free Johnny Storm figure inside!’

You can see the bright letters label of Lucky Charms Cereal. There’s also a cheap figurine picture placed on top, its head too big, hair bright yellow and spiky in a tiny blue uniform. He presses the figurine he’s already holding, and a tinny voice echoes, “FLAME ON!” You blink. The figurine’s grin matches his. “Bitchass,” you mutter, pushing the box back toward him with a shaky hand. “What is this?” Johnny waves the cereal closer, ignoring your glare. “A welcome gift,” he says with eyes wide, and a grin stretching. “I heard sugar helps with motion sickness.”

A hand slaps over your face as another groan pushes out as you feel half nausea, and half exasperation. You peek through your fingers just to see if he’s already walked away but you catch him hovering and shaking the box so marshmallows rattle. “You’re unbelievable,” you said while your voice clearly sounded annoyed. He just shrugged lazily and brought the figurine into your face before tilting it so you could see it more. Once he makes sure it’s close enough, he presses the button so it yells “FLAME ON!” in your ear. You nearly choke on a laugh, pressing your lips tight, but they curl up anyway.

Your stomach flips for a different reason when you catch him watching with a grin softening before snapping back bright and smug. “Eat your cereal, rookie,” he says, dropping it back into your lap. “Captain’s orders.” When the cereal stops rattling, you think the worst is over. You survived launch without puking on his boots, and he leaves you alone while Reed walks you through cabin checks. Sugar sits heavy in your stomach, at least giving you something to focus on besides the engine hum.

A small hope sparks that you’ll get a moment to breathe without Johnny in your space. That hope dies fast when Sue finishes crew assignments, tapping her tablet with a small, apologetic smile. “Unfortunately, we’re tight on sleeping quarters for this mission,” she says, and unfortunately already sounds like a death sentence. Tension curls in your shoulders as your gaze skips over the narrow bunks. A tiny piece of you praying Johnny’s is on the other side of the shuttle.

Sue’s finger slides down the screen, eyes flicking to Johnny, who’s lounging near the wall, arms crossed, grin lazy, boots kicked out like he owns the air. “You’ll be bunking with Johnny,” she says. Silence slams so hard your brain takes a second to catch up. Johnny’s eyebrows shoot up, that grin widening like someone handed him a medal. “Hell no,” you blurt. Sue’s smile tightens. “Space limitations. We need you in Engineering and him in Pilot standby. It’s easier if you two are near each other.”

Your jaw hangs open, but Johnny beats you to a response, pushing off the wall with a clap of his hands that makes you flinch. “Sweet. I don’t snore.” You hate the way he says it like it’s going to fix everything. You hate the way his eyes glint while looking at you. “Usually.” Heat travels up to your neck and the irritation prickles under your skin. A small sputter leaves your lips, but you clamp them shut before saying something that’ll get you launched back to Earth without a parachute. He leans to you so close that you can smell the faint scent of his soap before he throws a wink at you. “Guess we’re roommates now, rookie.”

The rooms are small. Maybe it’s just two outstretched arms wide and two narrow bunks are touching the walls. A very tiny round window to see the view and enough floor for you to stand. The ceiling is low enough for you but not tall enough for Johnny so he has to duck. Of course, he already does it. He’s even laughing as he drops his duffel on the lower bunk… Asshole. Claiming it without talking to you, but you can’t fight much about it because what if he toasts you? Or your things. No, thanks. Your stomach sinks while the cereal box is tucked under your arm as you hover in the doorway. You look like you’re praying for Sue to come back and tell you it’s a mistake.

Reed’s voice echoed over the comms and Reed being Reed, he’s listing the safety protocols while Sue’s laughter can be heard in the background. Johnny peeks to look at you with his brow arching as he sprawls across the lower bunk. It looks small to him because it takes every inch of the space with his legs being long and his shoulders just fitting right in. His hand is patting the mattress beside him if he wants you to lie down and cuddle him. “This is the worst,” you say with a voice that sounds annoyed, and stepping inside so the door slides shut. His grin spreads slowly, pushing into that dimple as he props an arm behind his head. “Aw, come on. It’s not like we haven’t been close before.”

Your jaw clenches while you set the cereal on the shelf while ignoring the figurine beside it that he gave you. The room smells like metal and the hint of the shampoo he used before the launch. Also, the sweet smell of sugar is clinging to his clothes because his clumsy ass spilled half of the cereal on his body earlier. By just looking at the bunk above him already earned a groan. It’s narrow and cramped. The ladder wobbles a little when you test it. The launch still feels heavy in your body, and nausea curls in your gut while the world spins a little.

“Why can’t I be with Sue?” you mutter, hauling yourself up onto the top bunk with a thump that rattles the thin mattress. Johnny’s laugh follows, warm and smug, as you flop down and stare at the metal ceiling. Below, boots scrape the floor while the mattress creaks as he unpacks, humming under his breath. “Because, rookie,” he says, voice drifting up, “you’re lucky enough to get the Johnny Storm experience.” The urge to throw the cereal box at his head is strong, but your arm feels too heavy, your stomach uneasy, and your eyes slipping shut as you press your hand over your mouth.

Rustling sounds below. It’s probably him grinning while waiting for you to lean over and glare. “Don’t worry,” he says, softer, words pulling your eyes open as the shuttle hums, “You won’t even realize I’m here.” Another groan crawls out as your arm drops over your eyes. You’re swallowing down a roll of nausea while his laughter drifts up, the cereal box rattling on the shelf, and that stupid figurine’s head that makes you pissed. And just that’s the start because you don’t know how funny a routine builds in space. Mornings mean protein bars and Johnny bragging about only needing five hours of sleep. Afternoons pass with you elbow-deep in wires while he hovers, tossing marshmallows in his mouth, talking too much while you work. Nights end with him flopping onto his bunk, smirking up at you while you pretend he’s not there.

After dinner, Reed reads updates while Sue flicks peas across the table at Johnny, who pretends to catch them in his mouth, while Ben rumbles about wasting food. Zero gravity training comes up again and Johnny swears he can handle it. He even calls himself the “human torch and human rocket” so floating should be easy. He says it with a grin that makes you want to call him an idiot with your foot knocking your boot under the table. Sue rolls her eyes, telling Reed to let everyone have one night of fun. Ben mutters that if you want a good way to bruise a rib then zero gravity sounds fun, but he doesn’t say no. Although you can tell he’s not loving the idea very much. Reed sighs because Johnny won’t stop listing reasons why it should be turned off. You’re sure that Reed only flipped the switch off for Johnny to shut up. Gravity slips out like someone pulls the floor away from you.

The air changes and whooshes in your ear while your body drifts and floats. Your hair is messy, and some of it is going in front of your face while your stomach churns. It feels fizzy in a way that makes you giggle before you catch yourself you just did that. Johnny whoops funnily and pushes off the wall with one foot like he’s in a game. His arms spread while he spins around as if he’s a kid. One of Johnny’s open cereals is now scattered around, and a marshmallow drifts near your face before you swat it away. You grab the rail as your feet lift while knees curl as you tumble softly. At first, it feels like a dream because you are just floating around and fulfilling some kid’s dream and you move like you’re swimming in the air. You push off one wall to drift toward the opposite you. Carelessly bumping into Johnny’s shoulder when he cuts across your path. His laugh vibrates in your ear as he grabs a cabinet edge, curls floating around his head. “Watch it, rookie,” he says. He’s smirking widely as his legs tangling with yours before you both push off, spinning in opposite directions.

“You’re the one in the way,” you fire back, flipping before your elbow thumps against the wall that sends you drifting. Hours pass while you float, push off walls, and try to drink water from a bubble that nearly ends up in Johnny’s nose because he won’t stop making you laugh. Your stomach finally settles. Your body feels light. Air tasted faintly of metal and the sweet scent of cereal stuck in Johnny’s pocket. Floating is fun for exactly twenty minutes. But when it’s time to sleep, the fun dies fast. Your bunk is useless without gravity, the mattress doing nothing but thankfully it’s strapped there so it’s not floating around as your body hovers. You’re drifting the second you exhale too hard. Knees bump the frame while your arms wave, fingers curling around the rail before your legs float up again. You flip until your face nearly plants into the ceiling.

Johnny’s behind you, and trying to get into his bunk. He’s laughing too hard because he’s failing so his feet are kicking while he spins like a slow top. “Get your foot out of my face,” you snap before batting his ankle away when it drifts near your nose. “Stop hogging the air, then,” he fires back, snorting when you shove at his thigh. It sent him drifting in a slow spin. Both of you should have gotten the sleeping bag ready so that you both know how to strap in the railings so you can sleep when the idea of turning off the gravity for the whole night is laid on the table. Now both of you try to hold the rails, but every small movement sends you floating again. You are trying your best to ignore him when an elbow knocks your ribs and his knee bumps your hip. But when it comes to him, you have no patience, so your hand catches his arm to stop him, but you two just spin together slowly. It’s ridiculous and the two of you are now tangled clumsily. Hair drifts across your eyes that tickling your cheek, and you blow it away. You catch a glimpse of Johnny’s face inches from yours and he’s upside down while grinning like an idiot. His laugh is low and breath warm when it puffs across your lips.

“This sucks,” you mutter, trying to untangle your arm from where it’s pinned. “It’s awesome,” he says, spinning you until your head bumps softly against the bunk frame, making you hiss. His calf brushes against your thigh when your legs tangle again with his. Breath caught in your chest while your bodies are hovering over each other. Are you ignoring now how you bump into him with every shift because it’s really not spacious here. There’s the grin you hate but it quickly dies down and is replaced by something soft that also didn’t last long. His throat bobs while he gets closer to you. Noses almost brushing to each other while warm breath grazes your cheek. “Can’t sleep like this,” you whisper. “Yeah,” Johnny says and voice lower, “I know.” Neither of you moves. The ship hums, vibrations running through the metal while your arms and legs drift, tangled around him, floating above the bunk in the tiny room you hate sharing but suddenly don’t hate as much.

No one speaks after that, and for a moment, it almost feels like you could fall asleep. Yeah, you are delusional like that and ignoring the fact that you are floating. Your eyes drift shut, and your hair fanned around your face in the cold air while you let yourself sink into the smallest drowsiness you feel. The soft bump of your knee against the bunk frame barely even registers. Limbs float, legs drifting out, toes brushing the ceiling as you chase the edges of sleep. Your last clear thought being that maybe, just maybe, zero gravity isn’t the worst thing in the universe.

Then the heater dies. There’s the loud sound of a click rattling in the pipes and it is followed by silence. It feels too empty, and the quietness feels too loud, even though you can’t hear anything besides the breathing of you and Johnny. The heat is slowly exiting out of the air like someone banging the window open in space. The coldness slapping on your skin, especially on your stomach, because your shirt is riding up with zero gravity. That leaves goosebumps in its wake. Oxygen from your body puffs into tiny white smoke in front of your face, and you wrap your arms around your body. You try to tuck your knees in but couldn’t hold it because it’s floating back out uselessly.

Johnny’s voice was sliding through the muffled coldness somewhere in the darkness. “Don’t tell me you’re cold already,” he says teasing but it disappears the moment he hears the soft clatter of your teeth grinding together. You sniff before you can stop it, and the environment is too quiet to hide it. Lips pressed together and shivers crept into your system so hard that your body spins a little in the air. Your hands are holding tightly against the rail of the bunk like you are trying to fight the zero gravity but your arms feel wobbly and like a noodle. Especially in the cold so you just end up floating sideways again.

Johnny sighs exaggeratedly, but you can feel the faint concern and softness there while he comes closer to you. He’s drifting until his feet bump your hip. “Come on, you’ll freeze,” he says. The warmth of his body reaches you even in the freezing air, and it’s infuriating how much you want to cling to it. “Don’t you dare,” you mutter, voice shaking, but another shiver cuts through your ribs. It makes your arms fly up as your body twirls again. Your eyes closed when you feel the coldness in your fingertips. But honestly, you just refuse to look at him. “Seriously, rookie,” Johnny says, closer now, breathing warm for half a second as it ghosts across your cheek. “You’re shivering like a Chihuahua.”

The retort dies on your tongue when another shiver runs through your spine. Your body curls instinctively toward the nearest heat source, which happens to be him. Fingers press into the soft fabric of his shirt as you catch yourself steady. Legs bumping his thighs, and your forehead landing against his shoulder. A muffled curse leaves your mouth. Voice low and defeated. “Just for heat,” you grumble. “Sure, just heat,” Johnny says, but his voice dips. It’s teasing in that way that makes you want to smack him, except your hands are too busy clutching his sides to keep from floating away.

Both of you drift in the middle of the tiny room while tangled together, and spinning slowly as your legs bump into his hips. Your arms are hooking around his shoulder tightly. Each tiny movement sends you rotating again and your hair brushing across his face. You can feel his breath fanning over your temple. It’s cold, which is ironic because his power is flame, and he could easily heat up the room, but he doesn’t. He chooses to offer this way. You can feel the heat from his chest that soothes you when you press closer, and it’s enough to ease the coldness for a moment.

The quiet and uneven breathing fills the space. You can hear his heartbeat thudding under the ear that’s pressed to his chest. It’s steady and grounding, even the zero gravity makes you rock in gentle, slow circles. Fingers curl into his shirt, holding tight, and your eyes slip shut against the cold. “This is so stupid,” you whisper. “Yeah,” Johnny says, a grin in his voice as he shifts. He’s pulling you closer until your legs hook around his waist, keeping you steady. “Best stupid idea ever.”

You don’t answer because it’s easier to focus on the heat spreading in your chest. It’s easier to focus on the vibration of his stupid laugh when your bodies bump against the wall. It’s easier to listen to the quiet whooshing of the breaths in the dark. See? You can focus, even every few seconds, there’s a gentle spin that moves your hair across his jaw, and his hand settles at the small of your back. He’s keeping you from drifting too far each time you shift. The heater might be dead, but at least you’re not freezing alone and you’re with this stupid guy.

Floating around him in half-sleep almost works. Your eyes slip closed, warmth pressing against your front, and the sound of the ship mixes with Johnny’s soft breathing near your ear. Every so often your bodies drift in a slow spin with limbs shifting as you try to settle in the cold that is kept away only by the heat trapped between you. For a moment it feels like you could actually rest. Then a small bump jolts through your hips. A warm and solid pressure that drags right between your thighs. It’s sliding over your clit through the thin layers of your sleep shorts. It forces a gasp out of your mouth before you can swallow it down.

“Shit- sorry.” He apologizes quickly like it’s an accident. His voice sounds low and muffled near your neck. The words brushed warm against your skin. The feeling you can’t explain is collecting in your cheeks as your legs tighten around his hips. You try to keep steady so it doesn’t happen again. Breath is choked and stuck in your chest. Your heart is beating so fast, like you are having hypertension, while you wait for the moment for it to disappear. It does, eventually, leaving a silence so heavy you can almost taste it. A few minutes later, the slow spin of your bodies brings you back into alignment. Another shift pushes your hips against his. It’s the same heat and pressure catching you off guard again. Your breath leaves in a shaky puff, and your thighs clench before you can stop them.

“Fuck- okay, that was me this time,” Johnny mutters, a strained laugh rumbling under your palms where they rest on his shoulders. “Sorry. Really.” It’s impossible to answer, your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth while you try to pretend you don’t feel how hard he is, and how your pussy throbs at the drag of fabric over your clit. The heat spreads low in your belly. Silence wraps around both of you. It’s only broken by the soft rattle of something shifting on the wall as you spin. Your bodies pressing together again in a way that makes your head spin.

It happens again. For the third time, there’s no apology. You initiate after he does that, and you start chasing the friction before you can even stop yourself. There’s a quiet whimper slipping past your lips. His breath catches, and his arms tighten around your waist to pull you closer. The movement is slow, but bodies glide in the cold air while warmth builds where you press together. “What are we doing?” Your whisper hangs between you, breathless. Your forehead pressing to his as you try to keep your eyes open, try to ignore the way your hips keep moving to chase another drag of the pleasurable friction.

“Fuck if I know,” Johnny says, his voice rough, hand sliding down to your lower back to hold you there. “Feels good, though.” Legs tangling around his waist as your hips roll again while the spinning of your bodies slows down. The movements are not hurried. Fabric dragging against fabric with the heat spreading in your body every time you both repeat the motion. The shape of his cock is grinding right exactly at your clothed clit. The friction makes your breath catch and your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt. Every small drag goes straight through your nerves, which makes your thighs twitch while you fight the noise boiling in your throat. Head dropping to your shoulder when a groan slips from his mouth. Every exhale is warm against your neck. “Fuck- sorry, I can’t-”

“Shut up,” you manage to say despite your voice breaking on a gasp. But it’s endearing how he can’t hold himself back. Hips continue to grind down and contact remains. Your clit catching on the hard ridge of his cock again makes your eyes flutter. When you make another roll of your hips, it pulls a needy sound from his throat. His hands grip your waist tighter while returning the movements and rocking up to meet you. It’s slow and shaky. Pressing closer while floating in the cold and chasing every spark both of you can find. The quietness of the environment feels too loud around the two of you, which mixes with the sounds from your mouths. Everything is narrowing down to the way the bodies rub, slide, and catch together again and again. The head builds until it’s too much to ignore. Hands clutch fabric, hips rolling as another breathless whimper slips free, your forehead pressed to his shoulder while you grind again, chasing another slow drag of pressure that makes your clit throb.

A soft curse vibrates in his chest. His breath is hot against your neck while he tries to stay still. It doesn’t work for either of you. The small shift sends your bodies apart, and it’s enough for the cold to get in between you. It makes your skin crawl while your fingers clutch his shirt before it slips away from his body after he removes it. The fabric is floating in the air and twisting in the low light. His chest comes into view, and warm skin catches the dim glow while his hands hover near your waist. Touch feels unsure like he doesn’t know if he’s doing anything right. Your breath comes out in a shaky laugh. “How the fuck does sex even work up here?”

A crooked grin lifts his lips, eyes flicking down between your bodies before coming back to yours. “Wanna find out?” He asks like it’s already decided. You float backwards and your hair lifts around your face while you try to keep your knees pulled up. Thighs pressing together as a tingly feeling is buzzing heavily in you. All you can give him is a nod with your teeth caging your bottom lip when your eyes drop to his chest. You watch how it rises and falls while he breathes.

Johnny’s hand touches the hem of your sleep shirt, and his fingertips brush against your chest when he pulls it up. The shirt slipping over your head and drifting in the air to join his that’s already somewhere settling in the air. You don’t even realize that your bra is also off now on how his hand moves fast. Just realized it when goosebumps scatter across your skin. Your nipples harden when they come into contact with the cold air while your arm floats upwards. Hands are trying to push your hair back from your face. His eyes catch on your tits, pupils darkening before he drags them back up to meet yours. Lips parted as he breathed out a soft, “Fuck.”

Shorts come next, your fingers sliding with the waistband while your body spins gently in the air. The fabric of your shorts and panties slides down to your thighs. He just throws it somewhere that joins the clothes above your eyes. Your cunt is exposed now. It’s wet and warm in the cold at the same time. His gaze drops again and the muscles in his jaw flex as he swallows. “Come here.” His voice has a glint of a perfect mix of roughness and softness that pulls your organs tangled deep in your stomach. A hand lands on your waist to guide you closer to him. His knee makes your thigh drift apart to open.

Your hands are shaking with the waistband of his sweats before you tug it down along with his boxers inside. It’s enough for his cock to spring free. He removes the rest, and your eyes lock at his flushed tip. There’s a bead of precum glistening on the head. It doesn’t stay in his body for too long because it drifts away in a tiny droplet. After all, there’s no gravity right now. “Johnny,” you whisper. Voice sounds broken already. Forehead pressing to his and your body shivering as your cunt clenches around nothing. It’s desperate for friction.

“Yeah.” His breath mixes with yours warmly and softly, while his hands slide down to your ass to pull you closer until your hips align. “Hold on to me.” Fingers clutch his shoulders as your legs wrap around his waist. Your body presses closer as the head of his cock brushes through your folds. It catches on your clit in a way that sends a whimper from your lips. A shiver runs down your spine before your hips tilt to chase the feeling again. Forehead bumps against his white hair floating between your faces.

“Fuck, wait- shit- Johnny,” you stammer as you try to keep your body steady while you adjust. The slide of his cock against your pussy makes your thighs twitch. “I’m trying,” he mutters with a breathless laugh leaving him. His hand slides up your spine to steady you and presses you back against the nearest wall panel. “Just- here, like this.” You could feel the cold metal when your back meets it. The feeling sends electricity to your spine, but it gives you enough leverage to change the position of your hips and tilt them. You start grinding his cock between your folds with your clit catching on the thick ridge as your body rocks. It chases the growing forest in your belly that, at this point, it’s not just butterflies or fluttering you feel right now. His forehead drops to your shoulder as a low groan vibrates against your skin. His hips roll in a slow and shaky motion.

“Fuck, you feel- hnngh- good,” he breathes out, his cock gliding through your slick, and dragging over your clit with each slow thrust. “Don’t stop,” you whisper. Your voice breaks on a gasp as your legs tighten around his waist to pull him close. Hips moving to grind your pussy against his cock while your body starts to tremble. “Not gonna,” Johnny says, his hand slipping under your thigh to hold you in place. The other is bracing against the wall near your head as he thrusts again in slow and careful motion. His cockhead slides against your clit in a way that will make it pulse.

Both of you are floating in the cold with bodies pressed together. The warmth you feel is getting worse with every grind especially how your cunt gets more slicked and needy. Clit throbbing each time the tip drags over it. Every breath he makes comes out shaky. Every small movement you both made sends sparks in your skin. It feels awkward how things are floating around you like it’s some kind of silent witness. It’s also forgotten in the low gravity while your hips roll again, desperate for more. The burn builds the moment his cock slides in slowly. It’s thick and long and it’s splitting you open until your walks flutter around him. It snatches a rough sound from his throat.

Head falling back against the wall while you try to anchor yourself. Knees tight and legs wrapped around his hips while your nails scratch the muscles in his back. Nails digging and clearly will draw red lines that you’ll see tomorrow. The stretch of his cock makes your cunt pulse and clench. There’s a soft gasp that catches in your throat while your toes curl. The small shifts send your body floating a few inches from the wall and the gravity. A small shift sends your bodies floating a few inches from the wall. The gravity is nonexistent in the cold air while your hair drifts around your face. His hands grab your waist to pull you down on his cock again, but the movement only sends you both drifting. A laugh slips from your lips. It’s breathless but it turns into a whimper when his cock nudges deeper.

“Hold on,” Johnny grits out, trying to push you back toward the wall again. His hips roll, pressing you against the cold metal as your thighs tighten around him, ankles locking behind his back to keep yourself close. “Trying,” you manage to say while your fingers are gripping his shoulders. Nails dig into his skin and will create moon shapes when you pull them away. It makes you press them harder when he thrusts again. It’s slow but deep. You can feel all of him. Cunt so slick, so you can hear how it moves, especially since it’s so quiet right now. He drags against your walls and his tip kisses your cervix, which makes your stomach turn upside down.

Your back arches when his hand slips between your bodies and fingers brushing over your clit. The touch is light, teasing, making your hips jerk forward as you chase the pressure. A soft “fuck” leaves your lips when he circles it again, slow and steady, matching the slow thrust of his cock as he fills you. “D-don’t stop,” you whine out. Breathing hitch as your nipples brush against his chest. The friction makes your pussy clench more around him. He managed to drop his mouth to your neck and teeth grazing over your pulse point before his tongue licks it. Doesn’t take long before he bites it like he wants to taste more of you. It pulls another shaky moan from your throat.

When he thrusts, it sends you both to drift upward again. Bodies are moving away from the wall. It made you clutch into him tighter just to try to pull him back down. The movement just makes him press deeper inside of you. Angle hitting it perfectly as your head drops forward to rest against his shoulder. It makes you wetter as the warmth spreads in your stomach. Feels heavy and sweet when your hips roll and trying to keep the pace slow. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Johnny mutters against your skin, breath warm on your neck while his hand keeps working your clit. His other hand grips your ass, pulling you closer as he thrusts again, the slide messy and perfect, your cunt squeezing around him with every slow drag.

“Johnny,” you whimper. Voice breaking when his cock pushes in deep, hips grinding as you feel the ridge of his cockhead catch on your spot. The drag is so good it sends your legs shaking, thighs trembling around him while your toes curl. “Yeah, baby, just like that,” he mutters before groaning. He presses you against the wall again, and it makes a soft thud when your back touches it. The coldness is fighting the heat burning in your body while he’s thrusting in slow and deep motion. Each roll of his hips sends green lights of pleasure through your body while your nails scratch down his back. It leaves faint red lines on his skin. Your body starts to float again with each slow grind, and. your hair drifts while your cunt clenches around him.

It feels wet and tight for him when his cock slides in and out. The pace is impossible to keep steady in zero gravity, but it doesn’t matter when every push sends you both one step closer to finishing. His head dropped down to the ground, and you can feel his hot breath on you. “This is so fucking hot,” he whispers, voice rough, before his mouth catches yours in a messy kiss, teeth clacking softly as your bodies float and bump in the air. Your hips roll again, clit grinding against his hand, heat building and building without letting you fall over the edge. The drag of his cock inside you is too good to stop, each slow thrust making your cunt clench tighter, slick dripping down your thighs while you both breathe each other in, your legs wrapped around his hips like you’ll never let go.

Floating bodies knock together as Johnny tries to thrust, hands braced on your hips while the two of you spin lazily in the room’s low light. A soft laugh breaks from your lips when your back bumps against a panel. The impact made you shove your body to him and you felt him slide deeper. Arms tangled around his shoulder like you are locking him in place. Nails are marking him up on his back muscles. Legs wrap tighter around his waist like you are scared he will go. “Fuck, hold on,” Johnny mutters, shifting to press you back against the nearest wall.

His palm slides between your thighs, fingers slipping down to find your clit. The touch sparks, making your head tip back while a breathy, “nhh- Johnny,” falls from your mouth. A rough moan vibrates in his chest as he continues to thrust into you again. “Yeah, that’s it,” he says with his lips brushing against your jaw. Freehand squeezing your thigh hard, enlistment to make it bruise if you don't remove it from there. He’s trying to keep the angle where he can slide deeper as he thrusts into you. Each movement is messy. It’s pushing you both off the wall a little before he drags you back while his forehead pressed against yours.

Pussy clenching around him when he thumbs your clit. It pulsed underneath his thumb while your hips rocked forward to welcome his movements. The weather smells like sweat, sex, and metal and it hangs in the air. When your chest slides against him it feels a little cold because the sweat is cold in your body. The soft, needy moan leaves your mouth while your toes curl in the air. Heels brushing along the hard muscle of his lower back. His lips find yours in a sloppy kiss, all wet heat and breath, muffling your broken sounds as he keeps moving inside you. Hips jerk upward, bumping you both away from the wall, forcing his hand to grab a rail to pull you back into place.

The moment you settle, he thrusts again. It’s harder and makes you gasp. “Johnny, oh- shit, Johnny-” Your voice breaks as your head tips forward with eyes squeezing shut while his cock drags against your walls. He hits the spot that makes your thighs tremble around him. “Can’t- can’t keep us steady,” he pants, but his hand doesn’t stop on your clit, rubbing tight circles as your body tenses. A small laugh breaks between your moans, but it’s cut off by a gasp when he thrusts again. “Feels good,” you whisper, breathless, forehead pressing to him as your hips push back against him, wanting more.

He grins, but it’s strained, his eyes dark as he looks down between your bodies. “Yeah? You like this, baby?” His voice drops, rough, while his thumb presses down, making you jerk. Hands sliding and caressing his shoulders. Nails continue to draw red lines on his skin just to make him closer if that’s even possible. You just want him to fill you again despite him being inside you already. The sound of the skin slapping and wetness fills the space, mixed with his heavy breathing and your shaky moans. Johnny, on the other hand, tries to keep the pace, but every thrust pushes you both away. He just keeps dragging you back and forcing your back to scrape against the wall before he ruts forward again.

The constant push and pull turns everything sloppy, his cock slipping deeper with each grind while your walls flutter, getting close. “Fuck- fuck, Johnny, wait-” Your voice breaks when his hips roll again, cock pressing inside so deep your toes curl. “Not yet,” he mutters, forehead pressed to yours as he slows, but his thumb keeps working your clit. “Just a little longer.” Legs starting to shake and knees knocking on the sides of his ribs while you cling to him like a koala. Your mouth falls open, but there's no sound when he thrusts up again into your pussy. His lips catch yours. He’s swallowing your soft and broken moans as you float together in the cold cabin. The heat between your bodies is the only thing keeping you balanced.

Each breath you release feels tight inside your chest. Your body is straining toward him and needing to let go, but trying to hold on just a little longer. The sounds from the ship got silenced by the sounds you are making. The quiet whimpers, the slick slide of your bodies, and Johnny’s rough groans as he tries not to lose it. Your pussy is squeezing around him again and again while you hover on the edge and are almost there. You don’t care if it’s hard to move or when you move around. Or when your back makes a noise against the wall again. A curse leaves your lips when you tighten around him. The stretch has you panting. Nails digging into his shoulders while your legs squeeze tighter around his waist to keep him close.

You try to muffle a moan but each thrust makes out a needy and breathy moan for you. The way your clit has been getting a lot of affection from him. It is catching that spot that makes your hips jerk against him. A soft whimper was made by you when he thrusts again. It’s deeper this time. His cockhead nudging your sweet spot so good it steals your breath. The slide of his skin against yours feels hot, sweat sticking where your chests touch, and the air cold on your skin in the small cabin. His mouth finds your neck, teeth catching your skin in a way that makes your eyes flutter shut while your thighs shake around him.

“Shit- Johnny, please-” The words come out broken as your cunt tightens again, squeezing around him as you chase the edge. His hand doesn’t stop, thumb rubbing fast circles over your clit while his cock keeps pressing deep, making you gasp, “ngh- fuck, Johnny- !” His low groan vibrates against your skin when your pussy finally gives out, fluttering around him as your orgasm hits, sharp and sweet, pulling a cry from your throat. Legs spasm around his waist, body arching into him as your hands claw at his back, leaving red lines down to his hips while you whimper, “oh- oh god- Johnny, Johnny-”

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he pants, voice rough in your ear. His thrusts get sloppy as your cunt keeps squeezing around him, wetness dripping down your thighs in the low gravity while you feel him swell inside you. Another thrust pushes you up the wall before he drags you back down, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep, cock throbbing. A grunt leaves his chest, head dropping to your shoulder as he mutters, “Gonna- fuck, gonna cum-” before his hips snap once, twice, pressing all the way in as warmth fills you, thick and heavy.

His arms locked around your waist like he’s caging you with the way he holds you tight as his cock twitches inside. Your cunt pulsing around him while you both float around and panting into each other’s neck. He can’t feel you clenching from time to time and it’s actually impressive how he doesn't cum yet straight inside your pussy. Your arms loosen so your hand can brush through his hair while your legs stay hooked around him. You're keeping him inside as your pussy throbs with the aftershocks. A small laugh bubbles out of you, breathless and shaky, and Johnny lifts his head, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead while he grins.

His breathing slows down while both of you float in the air and tangle with each other. Legs still clinging tight around him while his cock is softening inside you. Your forehead rests on his chest as you try to catch your breath. Lips brushing against his skin while the sweat cools on your body. The room feels too quiet, your ears ringing from how hard you came, from how loud your moans must have been in the thin metal walls.

Something small bumps against your ankle. Plastic scrapes against the floor before a loud, cheery voice blares into the silence. “FLAME ON!” Your eyes fly open in horror. A groan leaves your mouth, head tipping back as you cover your face with your hand. The stupid Johnny Storm figurine floats near your foot, the one he gave you just to annoy you, its speaker crackling in the quiet.

“Johnny.” Your voice sounds tired, deadpan, while your pussy still clenches weakly around him. “I hate that thing. I hate you for giving me that thing.” A snort breaks out of him, bright and sharp, his chest shaking against yours while his laugh bounces off the metal walls. “It’s my biggest fan,” he says, wheezing through the giggles while his hand slides down to your hip to keep you steady. You glare at him, fingers smacking lightly at his shoulder. “It’s fucking creepy. Turn it off.” The figurine keeps spinning near your feet, repeating in that stupid tinny voice, “FLAME ON! FLAME ON! FLAME ON!”

“Johnny, if you don’t turn it off, I swear-” Your threat dies off when he shifts to stomp it with his heel, but the zero gravity just sends it floating away, still yelling. You burst out laughing, your head dropping onto his shoulder while your body shakes against him. He wheezes, snorts again, and tries to kick it into the corner, but it bounces off the wall, shouting, “FLAME ON!” in a muffled echo. “God, I hate you.” You choke on another laugh, legs still wrapped around his waist, trying not to slip off his cock while you both float.

Johnny’s head tilts back, mouth open with laughter, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. “You don’t,” he teases you before reaching to grab the figurine and shove it into a drawer. It muffles the voice at last. Moment of peace for you. Silence falls again. It’s broken only by your soft panting. Your pussy flutters once more around him and making you both flinch with a small gasp. The last bit of warmth drips down your thigh, floating away in tiny drops before sticking to the wall.

“Do you think the others heard us?” You ask him even though you know they heard both of you. Your voice comes out small, embarrassed, and shy. All three, while your cunt clenches around him one last time, and makes you both flinch. Johnny’s grin widens as he leans in. He presses a quick kiss to your lips while he’s still buried deep. “Nah,” he says but it’s clear he’s just trying to reassure you by saying that, “but if they did, I’m never gonna let you live it down.” You groan, letting your head fall against the wall while he laughs, holding you tight in zero gravity ,your bodies sticking together, your legs wrapped around him, the two of you still floating and warm, close in the cold dark of the cabin.

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Wild

➾In Which: Your plane goes down in uncharted wilderness — but you don't have to be afraid. He will take care of you.

RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Song Mingi x fem reader

Star's Fairytale July

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: dark ¿romance?, smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: briefly proof read, a spin on "Tarzan", unspecified historical au, light gore, reader loses feeling in one of her legs from the crash + slowly recovers, slight communication barrier: mingi understands everything but has trouble speaking a lot, lowkey feral but soft mingi, size difference, implied chubby reader: has squishy thighs and boobs (we cheered !!), touch starved ming (i want to bite him-), is it stockholm syndrome if he didn't reallyyyy kidnap you, semi-forced cuddling, cleaning and eating animals (rip thumper), mingi has a heart of gold but grew up in the wilderness so is... strange ಠ_ಠ1 non-con scene: dry humping, groping, reader 'lets it' happen because she's afraid he'll make her leave, short scene (reader blacks it out). 1 consensual scene: outdoor, unprotected (they don't have any choice but boooo), teaching him how to kiss, him using what he learned on readers pussy (jjsjshdjan), spit as lube, soft to rough, overstim, titty fixation !!, virgin mingi goes FERAL, like actually feral like biting, growling, manhandling to get deeper, cumming multiple times, moaning like a bitch, trying to breed like his life depends on it feral, mingi only knows three words during sex "more, love, mine"

➯non-con disclaimer: non-con is NOT okay in real life. this is ONLY EVER acceptable in FICTIONAL settings (and even then it's fucked up)

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➯a/n: i luv me some feral-ness, and i luvvvvv me some minki <3

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18+, MINORS WILL BE ABANDONED IN THE JUNGLE.

The smoke makes it hard for him to see.

Perched on a large branch a good bit above the ground, he watches. Observing, carefully.

The plane is stuck on the shore. Half in the shallow water, half not. The pilot must have took a chance at trying to land it on the uneven beach.

He doesn't hear anything besides the creaking metal, the lapping waves. Perhaps whoever was inside perished.

He likes that possibility the best. He doesn't like people — not that he has much experience with them. Those little ones he has had were less than pleasant.

They always treated him... different than the way they treated each other. And then, they tried to drag him back onto their boats.

They left him alone quickly when he started biting.

The wilderness has been his home ever since he was a boy. He'd never leave, and he'd never let anyone else take his home from him.

His head perks up as the door opens. A survivor? Great... He thinks how much trouble it will bring him when —

Out comes you. Sobbing as you fall to the sand. A piece of glass lodged in the side of your thigh and staining your dress with blood.

His interest caught, he climbs down.

You look much different than the other people he's had the misfortune of meeting.

Bare feet on the sand, he makes his way to the fallen plane.

You sound different, too. You're shaped differently. Wearing odd clothes.

He walks right up to you as you cry into your arms; not even noticing his presence until he grips your scalp and pulls your head up.

You scream in shock, grabbing his wrist as he tilts your head from side to side — inspecting you.

You stare at the man dumbfounded. Shock in every fiber of your being. First, your plane had a malfunction and was forced to crash land. Then, you awoke without feeling in one of your legs; looking around to find a piece of glass stuck in it and all of the men you were traveling with dead.

Now, a terrifyingly large and silent man is grabbing your head and looking at you with his eyebrows pressing together — confused.

He thinks you might be another species entirely until he remembers, very distantly, "woman?" His voice is deep and broken, like he doesn't use it a lot.

Frightened and beyond puzzled, you nod in his grasp.

He bites his lip, thinking for a moment. When you go to flinch away, he holds you tighter as he lifts his other hand to your face.

His touch is careful. But it's rough with callouses and awkward as he touches your cheek in a state somewhere between awe and bafflement.

He drops you without care, nodding; to himself you think, because he walks away before you can say anything. You fall back to the sand weakly as he climbs inside the plane — leaving you there with wide and teary eyes.

He comes back out a few minutes later, finding you just where he left you and just as in shock. He has a bag from inside the plane in his hands. He gathered what he wanted and left the rest to collect dust before high tide sweeps the plane further into the water.

"Hold." He says simply, shoving it into your stunned arms.

"W-" You have so many questions. But he doesn't give you the chance to ask any of them before he lifts you up like you weigh almost nothing, slinging you over his broad shoulder.

You groan as your stomach meets his body, clinging to the bag tightly and watching the plane grow further away as he walks away with you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Eventually, you gave up on asking all of your questions when all you got was silence, one word answers, or grunts in response.

He keeps one arm over the back of your thighs, holding you tightly.

You're so soft compared to anything he's touched before.

He's thankful when you stop talking. He likes the sound of your voice, but he's not used to hearing anything that much. He can finally think.

His body reacted before he had the chance to think this over. Something deep in his brain told him to bring you back with him and he just did it. He wants to figure out why; but it's hard.

Your skin was really soft when he touched your face. It was warm. He liked it. He likes the warmth and the weight of your body as he carries you through the dense trees.

He squeezes your thigh curiously, a hum low in his throat.

Yes, he likes that.

He lowers you with more gentleness than he picked you up with, steadying you with a hand on your hip as your leg buckles under your weight; the other completely useless.

"Stay." He leans you against a tree, turning around and climbing up another with efficiency that makes your jaw drop a bit.

It drops even more as you follow his form, looking up to see what looks like a literal house in the tree.

It's clear he's been here a long time.

A rope ladder drops from the opening, and the strange man follows; climbing down it with something clutched in his teeth.

You, obviously, have a million more questions to ask. But you stay quiet. He seemed to have liked that better — and he's your only chance at survival.

He points to the ground, then to you. 'Sit', you assume. You slide against the rough bark until you sit with your legs sprawled in front of you. Watching him closely as he takes the blade and the large scrap of fabric from his mouth.

"I fix," he says while gesturing to your leg, the small piece of glass still lodged in it.

You swallow thickly before nodding. Theres no way in hell you can fix it yourself. Even though you can't feel it, you know you don't have the guts to pull the glass out yourself.

He slides your skirts up your claves, straddling the injured leg. He opens his mouth to say something before he changes him mind, only tutting his tongue. He wants to ask your name, what you are called. But he forgets the words for that and it makes him a bit frustrated. He doesn't want to keep calling you 'woman' when he thinks of you.

You want to tell him to be careful as he lifts the fabric over the glass to get it out of the way — but you decide against it. You don't even know how much he speaks, how much he knows. It seems like a good bit.

You finally drop the bag next to you and bundle up your skirts, holding them out of the way. Avoiding looking at the mess, you look at him instead while he examines the wound.

His shorts were once pants, cut at the thigh — for less restriction, you assume. His shirt is missing quite a few buttons and you suppose that's why he doesn't button it up. One of his wrists has homemade rope bracelets stacked on it. He has scars all over his body.

A long and rough one across his torso. One short and smooth across the front of his forearm. A little one below his eyebrow.

"What is your name?" You ask softly, and it gives him pause. "Do you have one?"

You talk to him like he understands — and he loves it. Because he does understand. That's what the others didn't get, where they went wrong. They assumed he didn't comprehend full sentences because he didn't use them.

It sounds foreign on his own tongue as he shares, for the first time in many, many years; his own name.

"Mingi."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The inside of Mingi's tree house is strangely put together, for being in the middle of literally nowhere on an uninhabited island.

He has a bed of moss covered with a military issued brown blanket. You kind of want to ask where he got that, but it seems obvious. From someone else who crash landed or came across the island.

He's quiet as he slowly lays you down on it; having carried you up the ladder as you clung to his neck. Your thigh is wrapped up tightly with the strip of fabric, your skirt cut to just above it. He throws the ripped and bloody bottom half of it into a corner, thinking he can clean it and use it for something else.

You're starting to get cold. Blood loss is catching up to you as your adrenaline levels lower because you start feeling safer and safer with the strange man. You know you shouldn't. He seems... well, you don't know.

He's unlike any man you've ever met. His silence unnerves you. His gaze is much too intense. He has zero sense of personal space.

But he's gentle, now at least. And he doesn't look at you like you're beneath him; as many men in society do.

He touches your cheek again as he hovers over you, crouching by the makeshift bed. Fingertips grazing your skin slowly. "Soft." He says lowly.

"Th-thank you?" You whisper, a bit frightened.

He nods, "I like." And he stands up like that isn't a strange thing to say, probably because he doesn't think it is, turning to some fruit hanging by one of the window-like openings.

You push yourself up on your elbows, watching him. "How long have you lived here?"

He has to take a second to think of the word, "ever."

"How?" You ask, astonished, and only get a shrug in response as he comes back to you.

He really is not much of talker, you've found out quickly.

Sitting next to you on the blanket, he pulls off a piece of dried fruit and offers it to you. When you only look at it, slightly suspicious, he shoves it into your hand. "Eat."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

When the sun sets, you've barely been holding your eyes open for the past few hours.

He hasn't shown any intention of hurting you, but your mind still yells to stay alert because he's a stranger — an incredibly strange and strong stranger, at that.

"Mingi."

He looks over to you quickly from his place on the floor; where he braids some plant material together into a rope. Almost like he forgot you were there, but he didn't. He's just so very unused to hearing someone speak; let alone hearing his name.

"Do you sleep at night? When it's dark?" It seems like a stupid question, but you genuinely don't know. He doesn't seem tired at all. Obviously, he has to sleep. He's human. But when is a different question.

He nods, tilts his head.

"Soon?" You stifle a yawn, but he catches it. If he sleeps while you do, maybe it's less chance he can hurt you. That's what your logic tells you.

"No," he turns back to the rope and keeps braiding. Sleeping while someone new is around is practically asking for trouble, that's what his logic tells him. He'll wait until you fall asleep.

You let out a sigh as you rest your head on your arm, rolling onto your side to face him. Your leg is starting to tingle, which you suppose is good news. At least you're feeling something.

"Thank you," you whisper, "for saving me." He grunts softly in response.

No matter how hard you try to keep your eyes open, they start falling shut for longer and longer until sleep eventually takes you.

When he hears your even, quiet breathing, he looks over his shoulder. Dropping the rope he was working on, he quickly slides off his open shirt and climbs over you. He should sleep in a branch, on the floor at the very least — but he likes his little warm corner.

And you've made it even warmer.

He likes it.

He likes you.

Scooting closer, laying behind you on his side, mirroring you; he follows his instincts and slowly slides his arm under your head, replacing yours. A gentle sigh leaves you in your sleep as you nuzzle against the warmth of his arm.

Yes. He's definitely decided. He likes you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

A week goes by.

You learn very little about the man who's taking care of you.

You know he is intelligent, maybe not socially aware; but he knows how to tend to wounds using the Earth. In fact — he knows how to do a lot with the Earth. How to make tools, rope, traps, how to fish and hunt, he even uses agriculture to his advantage; has a small garden you can see from one of the openings in the suspended hut.

That's where you are now. Sitting on the ledge with your legs dangling, kicking them slowly to get some sort of exercise, watching Mingi tend to his plants.

You still can't hold all of your weight on your bad leg. The feeling in it comes and goes. You weren't shocked when he all but banned you from leaving the small tree house — only shaking his head and saying "no" whenever you asked about helping him below. You suppose it's fair. You'd probably be more trouble than you'd be help.

He does let you do some things. After you said you felt guilty for being so reliant on him. You're allowed to scrub and hang both of your clothes with the buckets of water he brings up.

You learned, or rather; he taught you, how to skin a few different animals. The gutting of them still makes you uneasy, so he takes over with that. You're waiting for him to do so now so you can help him cook it over the scavenged pot he lights a fire in almost every day. You rinsed your hands clean of the rabbits blood and limped your way over to the window.

Leaning your head against the wood, you sigh.

You don't think you'll ever go home. You're starting to come to terms, realizing the fact that this is most likely your home now.

It's not all so bad.

Mingi is strange. He's a bit scary at times, when he comes up the ladder breathing heavily with blood dripping down his arms. He still acts like he has no clue what personal space is — even though you've explained it a fair few times. And you know he understands everything you say.

At night, starting the second one, he asks; or rather tells you softly to, "tell me things."

You told him of your home, your hobby's, your family, and friends. About technology and some agriculture things he might be able to make use of.

He hums, or simply breathes differently in response most of the time. If you really peek his interest, he asks, "more." It's usually when you talk about yourself or about things he can make use of.

"(Y/n)." He speaks from below you, snapping you from your thoughts. "Bucket." He says while tapping the rope that leads up to the opening you're seated on.

"Oh, yes," you nod, "sorry." Leaning back with a groan, you get the two wooden buckets, carefully setting the one with the dirtied water in your lap and tying the knot he showed you onto the handle. "Coming down." You lower it with the pulley system, sill in awe of his ingenuity with such limited resources.

He takes them everyday and dumps them away from his area, so as not to attract predators to the smell of blood — at least, that's what you assume. Because getting that detailed information out of him would be near impossible with the way he speaks.

He takes whatever animal as well and leaves the guts he decides not to use in one way or another.

"Be back soon," you call out as he starts walking away, getting a small look over his shoulder as an answer.

You make life a little bit better. He enjoys having you here with him, even if most of the time is spent in silence — he doesn't mind, that's what he likes anyway. But he's found that he likes sharing it with you.

He's also grown fond of physical touch. Not you touching him, not just yet. That still makes him flinch if you move too fast.

But him touching you? He can't get enough. Over the past week, he's grown more brave with it. At first, the first day after he pulled you from the wreckage, it was only to change the makeshift bandage on your wound. That night, he put his hand on your waist as he laid down behind you. He liked squeezing it.

The morning after, he helped you stand and try to walk. You didn't get very far — but he kept his hands on your hips as you braced yourself on the wall. That night, he drug you to lay with your back to his chest.

He's gotten braver and bolder. It makes you a bit uncomfortable, like he might try to take advantage of your weakened state; but you don't even know if he knows what sex is.

He does. Well — not really. But he's woken up with hard-ons before and he knows how to take care of them.

You do have him thinking, though. What it might feel like to put himself between your cushiony thighs or put his face in your chest.

He decides he'll try tonight as he climbs up the ladder and finds you changing into the large shirt he's given you to wear at night. He swallows, his throat suddenly dry. Something warm and needy flicking to life in his gut.

He clears his throat, setting the bucket with the rabbit in it down.

"Thank you." You say that a lot, he's realized. You don't want him to throw you to the wilderness if he suddenly deems you too much trouble; you make your gratitude very clear. That's another thing he likes about you.

Even injured and in an environment so different from what you're used to, you try to pull your weight and make yourself as useful as you can.

He only nods, headed to the line of clothes you hung up earlier that day and getting the softer pair of shorts he has to his name. He doesn't bother with modesty; so you turn around as he strips himself and stretches his arms above his head. Busying yourself with skewering the meat.

The night continues like the last seven had. He lights the small bundle of firewood in the metal pot and sits across from you, cooking some for you and handing it over before he does the same for himself. He helps you stand and walk from wall to wall until your leg gives out and he carries you to the moss bed.

Now is usually the part where he asks for you to tell him things until you're too tired to continue.

But that's not what happens tonight.

He usually helps you to lay on your side and gets behind you.

Not tonight.

Tonight, he lays you on your back and straddles your hips. He touches your cheek. With just his fingertips, at first. Then he cradles your face in his palm and hums contentedly as your warmth seeps into him.

"What are you doing?" You ask shakily as he lowers himself a bit, still holding your cheek as he presses his face to your chest.

"Soft." He mumbles, cuddling his face closer. He likes them — he likes them a lot. His cock is twitching in his shorts.

You stay completely still underneath him. Not scared of him, exactly. But scared of what he might do if you deny him the affection- the intimacy he craves.

You'd never survive a day without him.

So you bite your lip as humiliation creeps up while he gives an experimental roll of his hips. And he moans. Low and quiet; just over the insects chirping outside.

He slides his hand lower, tracing your neck softly before it reaches your breast and he gives it a squeeze. He moans louder, moves harsher against you.

You let out a shaky breath as you close your eyes tightly, trying to disappear from your own skin as your savior gropes you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Another week goes by.

If Mingi notices you're more uncomfortable with his touches the first three days, he doesn't say anything. He keeps them the same as before that night. Like it never even happened — but he had clearly enjoyed himself. Once or twice, you've caught him staring at your chest.

Day four is when you start getting more relaxed around him again. He brings you flowers that day. Yellow petals and bright green stems. Awkwardly holds them out to you, points between you and them, and says, "you." They remind him of you.

Five and six, or rather; twelve and thirteen, pass without incident.

It's on day seven of the second week he picks you up and says, "with me." He helps you wrap your legs around him and you hold on tightly as he climbs down the ladder. You know better than to question him.

You just enjoy the change of scenery, hugging onto his back until he stops.

Your jaw drops as you look at the large waterhole. It's crystal clear, you can see all of the rocks at the bottom, the little tassels of water grass and the small fish swimming through it.

"Swim?" He looks over his shoulder, something like a smile on his lips as he sees the joy in your eyes.

"Yeah- yes! Yes!" You hug onto him tighter, smiling as well. "Thank you for bringing me here, Mingi."

His name still sounds odd to hear out loud, but he thinks he likes the way you say it.

He slowly lowers you from his back, steadying you as your leg trembles a bit. "Water-" He groans, tilting his head as he unwraps your healing wound, "good."

"I think so too," you nod. He definitely likes that about you. You still don't shorten your sentences or talk to him like he can't understand. "It will be good to move it around without pressure on it."

Exactly what he was thinking, although he could never express it as elegantly as you. His lips do that thing they've been doing lately — turning up in the corners.

You decide against going fully nude, but he has no qualms about stripping bare before diving into the water.

In just your underwear, you slowly lower yourself to sit on the edge before pushing off and submerging yourself.

It feels wonderful. Beyond wonderful — it feels magical. You and Mingi both freshened up each day with clean water and fabric scraps, but this is entirely different. Like your soul is being cleansed and lightened of its burdens as the water surrounds you.

You push your hair out of your face as you come back up, laughing happily.

Mingi hasn't heard that sound from you before, but he enjoys it nonetheless. It makes him feel warm.

"Happy?" He hums curiously as he swims, going back and forth the length of the water slowly.

"Very." You reply quickly, moving to copy his movements.

He definitely has more stamina than you, but he slows himself down a bit to match your pace as you try to keep up.

And you're both content to swim back and forth in silence for a while, it must be at least thirty minutes later when you finally give in to your muscles begging for mercy. You haven't moved this much since before your plane crashed.

You fold your arms over one another on the edge of the water, breathing a bit heavily as you catch your breath.

Mingi comes up beside you, no worse for wear; and looks at you for a moment before copying your pose. He rests his chin on his arms and looks out into the wilderness with you. "Happy." He says lowly.

You turn your head, resting it on your arms as you peer over at him. "You are?" You search for clarification, kicking your legs slowly.

He nods, moving again to mirror you. "Was... lonely. But, people before; no good." He reaches over and touches your cheek, "you good."

You only smile in response. It's the most words you've ever heard him say in one day it feels like, let alone one 'sentence'.

Pushing yourself a bit closer, you slowly lift your hand. And he doesn't flinch like he normally might. He leans into your touch as you cradle his cheek, sighing softly. "Like you."

"I like you too," you move carefully, until your hip brushes against his side under the water. "Do you know... what a kiss is?"

"Kiss?" He repeats you with a small raise of his eyebrows.

"Yeah, kiss," you lean forward. His eyes are locked on yours, watching you intently as you lift yourself up a bit to be level with his face. "For affection, when you like something," you press your lips to his cheek softly, "you do that."

He cranes his neck, delicately placing his lips against your cheek for a moment longer than you did to him. He has a soft blush across his tanned cheeks when he pulls back.

"Nice, right?" You say with a bit of a giggle, seeing the man who literally climbs trees and hunts in the woods with bare feet get flustered at something as simple as a cheek kiss.

"Nice," he mimics you with a smile; one undeniable. He has a nice smile, you realize. Warm like the sunshine that beams down on the cool water you're in.

"It feels nice," you readjusted yourself, fidgeting a bit shyly yourself, "to kiss in other ways too."

He leans closer, "show." Show him. Effective immediately, you have to show him.

"Oh, I don't know-" You're getting cold feet. You want to kiss him for real, but what if that changes things? You know it realistically shouldn't, he doesn't know how intimate kissing on the lips can be. He doesn't know the implications of it.

"Please?"

He catches you off guard with that. He never asks for things. Always tells or gestures. But now, his eyes are soft and asking.

"O-okay," you nod before lifting yourself up to sit on the ledge. He watches maybe too closely as the water runs down your chest. "Close your eyes."

He hesitates, only for a moment, before he does so.

He flinches when you cup his jaw, but he quickly relaxes into your touch as you pull him forward. And he absolutely melts when he feels your lips against his own — the touch feathery light.

It's like a flip switches in his brain, something instinctual. And all he ever does is listen to his instincts; so he follows his bodies lead and presses his lips to yours harder as he moves to slot himself between your knees.

Holding himself up with his hands on either side of your thighs, he follows your slow movements. His heart starts racing. His skin feels like it's tingling under your touch.

"Open your mouth," you whisper heavily against his lips; having him practically chasing your mouth as you pull back to do so.

And if he thought he liked kissing before — he has no doubt about it now, as you slip your tongue into his mouth.

He just about loses what's left of his mind when you press it against his.

He has to pull away, panting heavily and blushing deeply. "Like that." Comes out a moan. His cock twitches as he runs his eyes over your body slowly, watching the rise and fall of your chest.

"You do?" His answer to your question is to jump out of the water and yank you to your feet.

He has to bend down to kiss you again, copying your actions and cupping your cheeks as he moves against you.

He definitely does like it.

His tongue is a lot more adventurous than yours was. More wild. Licking the roof of your mouth and tracing your teeth and touching every single inch he can possibly reach. You would never think this was his second kiss.

To think he's practically devouring your mouth and you only taught him what a kiss is a few minutes ago.

His hands slide down your neck as he leans back, resting over your chest while he looks at you closely; taking in every part of you he can. "W-" He stutters, for the first time ever. For the first time ever — he's rendered completely speechless.

"You're really good at that," your panted words make him twitch again. When you stumble, he grabs your hip to steady you.

One hand on your hip, the other engulfing your breast; he helps you lower onto the ground, eyes never leaving yours. He goes even further than helping you sit, and pushes you to lay back. Hovering over you, "more than like. Word?"

"More than like?" You shiver under his intense gaze, your heart about to burst with the ferocity with which it beats. "Love, maybe?"

"Love," he nods quickly, straddling your thighs.

"You love me?" You question with butterflies blossoming in your stomach.

He nods, shakes his head, then nods again, then he groans frustratedly and slams his mouth against yours more passionately as he slides his hands all over your body. He goes as far to nip your bottom lip before he pulls back.

"You are love." His clarification makes little sense, but it makes all the sense in the world at the same time.

He doesn't remember what love feels like. The memories of everyone he knew faded with time. But something about you — your softness, your gratitude, the color of your eyes in the sunlight, your willingness to learn how to help, the determination when you hold yourself up on your injured leg to try and push yourself — he can't help but feel... warmth.

Blooming in his chest whenever he looks at you, when he thinks of you. He doesn't love you, he thinks. It's more than that. You are love because you're the only thing he can think of and start smiling, the only thing that feels so gentle and sweet.

You feel like something he never wants to let go of.

If a rescue party ever did come for you, he'd fight them off tooth and nail. Because you make his life better somehow. He isn't just surviving anymore. He's living. And he won't go back.

"You," he points to your heart, then to his, "here."

He does love you. He wants you to stay with him. He welcomes you into his home, his wilderness. Nobody else. Only you — and only ever you; because he is not willing to risk any other humans coming near you.

"Thank you, Mingi," you smile, shyly, at his affectionate gesture. "I feel the same way."

He leans back over you and presses his forehead to yours, his eyes asking silently; 'really?'

"Yes," you nod, slowly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You give him a softer kiss, barely grazing his lips and it drives him crazy. He likes — he loves how soft you are.

He squeezes your breasts in his palms, leading you to let out a soft moan against his lips. At the sound; he finds that he's officially hard. His member leaking against your leg.

He crawls down, pushing you back down by your shoulders when you go to sit up. "No." Is all he says before he starts leaving sloppy and heated kisses all over your chest.

"Oh-" You gasp quietly, melting between him and the Earth.

He's so unabashed about what he wants. Always, but especially now; you come to realize. He does whatever his brain tells him to do to get a taste of oxytocin. It's primal. The way he grabs and squishes your body like he's playing with it, like he's exploring how it feels — because he is. The way he pauses at your hardened nipple before giving it an experimental kitten lick.

And when you moan a bit louder, arching into him; he decides that definitely gives him what he's looking for. You give him what he's looking for.

He wraps a hand around his length, groaning lowly as he gives your other nipple a lick. Then he nuzzles his face between them while moving his fist along his cock. "Soft..."

When his free hand slides down your waist and meets the fabric of your panties, he realized there's one part of you he's never even seen. Putting two and two together — how you've been so protective and shy about it, and how it's between your legs like his cock is between his; he smiles. It must be your center of pleasure.

He's pulling your underwear down before you know what's what. "Mingi-" You squeal in shock, going to put your hands over your soaked cunt when he grabs your wrists and pouts as you press your thighs together. An honest to goodness pout.

He wants to say a lot of things right now. Like please let him touch you. Please let him feel how soft you are in comparison to him. Show him how to make you feel good. But he's blanking on his words, only grunting as he puts your hands back on the ground.

"It's..." You feel heat burning your face, all the way down your neck, "sensitive."

He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes says he'll be gentle as he touches; as he explores. You look away as you spread your legs, breathing a bit heavily.

And he wastes no time, sitting on his knees between your legs and bringing his fingertips to graze your cunt. So gentle it makes you twitch. He traces down your lips, watching closely. When he notices your wet slit, that's where his fingers go.

Earning himself another timid moan from you urges him on. He lets out one of his own as he feels just how warm and wet you are, his eyebrows pinching together as he touches you carefully. He, again, quickly decides he likes it.

If he likes it — he should give it a kiss. That's what his brain tells him.

You're a bit confused, a little disappointed as his touch leaves you. But by the time you're looking at him, he's already bent down and giving your cunt a soft kiss.

"Mmf-" You muffle yourself with a hand over your mouth, hips twitching.

He looks up, smiling. That must feel good, you like kissing; and you must really like it down here.

So he wastes no time diving in and kissing your wetness. Just as messy and raw with primal intent as he had explored your mouth; he does the same between your legs. Licking up and down and feeling everything he can. The noises you're making tell him he must be doing a great job, because even with your hand over your mouth embarrassedly; your moans sound out loud enough for him to hear them and drink them up like he's dying of thirst.

His tongue goes a little bit lower and he finds your hole, slipping inside curiously and making you cry out. He pulls back with wide eyes, his cock twitching for attention.

It was even hotter than the rest of you, even softer...

He lays back over you quickly, his chest crushing you to the ground as he looks deep into your eyes. "In."

"W-what?" You stutter, dizzy from his intense make out session with your cunt. Grabbing onto his biceps, you try to make sense of what he says.

"Want... inside you."

Now your eyes widen. He's a big guy, and that doesn't stop at his cock. You doubt he'd understand if you told him you needed to be stretched first. And by the look in his eyes, he probably wouldn't be able to be patient enough to do so anyway.

"You have to be gentle with me," you say slowly, squeezing his arms, "okay? Put- you can put it in, but you have to go slow."

He nods fast, looking down and gripping the base of his length while holding himself up above you; just enough to have room for you both to look down between your bodies and watch as he lines himself up with you.

He gulps as he slides his tip along your slit, pressing forward as he meets your entrance. You bit your lip, breathing slowly as he pushes forward. You almost cry when his cockhead finally slips all the way in, telling him in a wobbly voice, "wait! Wait a second!"

He groans, fisting his shaft while you clench around his tip. He wants to go all the way in. He needs to. He needs to. He needs to feel your snug heat all around him or he'll cry.

Willing yourself to relax, you let out a shaky breath and look up at the sky as he continues to look down at the way your pussy lips are stretched around just the very tip of his cock. "Slow, please, Mingi."

His name leaving your tongue makes him shudder, a tingle running along his spine. He starts inching forward immediately. Grabbing onto your shoulder tightly to ground himself so he doesn't just slam into you, he watches as you slowly encase his entire length.

He all but collapses on top of you when he bottoms out, pinning you to the ground. You bury your face in his shoulder, panting moans raising goosebumps on his skin. Your walls flutter and twitch as they try to mold around him. Both of you are clinging to each other tightly; his hands gripping your shoulders and your arms wrapped back around him.

"Love," he whines as you clench around him, his fingers twitching to hold you tighter.

"You feel so good..." You whimper back as you rub down his back tenderly. "Do you... you want to move?"

His response is immediate, grinding his hips into yours and moaning loudly; louder than you. He bites his lip, letting go of your shoulders and placing his hands by either side of your head to hold himself up.

His eyes flick from your face to your cunt wildly, and he looks like he's going to ask something — but he gets to annoyed trying to think of any words at all as your gummy walls cling to him. He only growls, pulling his hips back an inch before thrusting back into you with a testing, delicate pace.

And when you moan as he bottoms out again — all hell breaks loose onto your cunt.

"Fuck!" You scream as he starts pounding into you, your back arching from the sudden onslaught. He's hitting every spot inside of you that makes you see dots of white when you squeeze your eyes shut; tickling your brain with the flood of pleasure.

He leans down, his face in your neck; nuzzling you softly in a stark contrast to how he slams his hips against yours. "L-love." He says again.

You can't tell if he's saying he loves how it feels, or if he's calling you 'Love'. It seems like the latter as he moans it yet again, his eyes rolling back into his head as his hips stutter.

He pauses, very briefly, panting heavily into your neck. Before you can even fully register that he's came — his hot release making you shiver with ecstasy as it pools inside of you — he groans, "more."

And his pace returns, harsher than before. More animalistic. Downright brutal as he fucks himself into your cum-slick pussy.

Lowering himself onto his forearms, he latches onto your parted mouth as you moan and gasp uncontrollably; doing just the same as he pounds you into the ground.

Your moans mix together, spit as well as he flicks his tongue against yours lewdly — showing just how much he likes you.

Your cunt feels like heaven on Earth as he buries himself into it repeatedly. He never wants to leave. He never wants you to leave.

As he takes you on the ground like an animal, your moans filling his ears and your eyes dizzy as he pulls away from your lips to look at you — a word comes to mind.

"Mine." He moans it deeply, gripping you tightly and having his eyes nearly roll back again as he squeezes your soft sides.

And your eyes do roll back, yelling out and grabbing his arms tightly as your orgasm suddenly washes over you. Feeling like the pure ecstasy is going to snap you in half somehow as you tremble.

Already messy with his cum, his cock nearly slips out with your wave of arousal and your intense clenching. When he realizes, he growls with frustration — no way in hell is he about to let that happen. He slams all the way into you and holds you still by your hips as you twitch below him; not allowing you to go anywhere.

His cock rests right against your g-spot. It drives you to tears in your post orgasmic sensitivity, makes you dig your nails into his arms for a sense of stability.

"More," he whines as he leans down and nuzzles your chest, mouthing at it more gently as he hears your sniffling. He forces himself to stay still within you and placates himself by wrapping his lips around your nipple. Having no idea that it's making your jaw drop as he twirls his tongue around it.

"Oh, Mingi~"

At the sound of your saccharine voice, dripping with lust, his hips gain a mind of their own again; making you both moan. Your overstimulated cunt clenching around him only makes him go harder. Makes him try to get deeper, groaning when he can't.

His body acts before he knows it, before you know it — and he's pulling up your legs and crushing them to your chest as you whimper at the sudden stretch in your muscles before he knocks away any and all thoughts when he slams his hips into you again. He touches deeper than anything ever has.

He pins your legs to your body as he lays over them, your calves over his shoulders. The sight of it — of him makes you cum all over again. And he's right behind you; spilling his cum even deeper than the first time and satisfying something deep in his soul.

He grinds against you, refusing to stay still but refusing to pull out even a fraction of an inch out while he fills you up. A growl gets stuck low in his throat, and he licks his lips before leaning his head down quickly and biting you.

Like an actual fucking animal, he buries his teeth into your shoulder as he keeps you trapped below him; moaning as you squeal and grab at him. Your hips try fruitlessly to move away, confused by the sudden rush of pain mixing with the body wracking pleasure.

He licks the fresh bite, making you shiver. He didn't break skin — just barely sparred you from it. The deep indentations of his teeth on your skin makes him grin.

Kissing it softly, his pace returns once more; making you wail. "Fuck, Mingi!" And maybe you should learn that saying his name only makes him more excited. But how can you take in any sort of information when he's pounding so deep inside of you that he's practically in your guts?

He rests his head in the crook of your neck, his jaw agape and moans spilling out each time he bullies his cock into you. "Love," he gasps, "more."

How in the world it's even possible for someone to have this much stamina, you can't wrap your head around it. He was a virgin not fifteen minutes ago — and now he's ready to cum for a third time inside of you.

"More," you mimic him with a heavy breath, struggling to get enough air as he keeps you folded up with almost all of his weight on top of you.

He lets out a particularly loud moan as you reach and wrap your hands in his hair gently; holding his head to your neck. Your nails scrape against his scalp, albeit very lightly, and he chokes on his own breath as he slams into his peak.

His hands go everywhere, unsure of what he wants to grab onto as his brain starts feeling the effects of all of his previous orgasms. They land on your breasts and he almost whimpers, squeezing and kneading them in his palms to distract himself from the ache in his cock. "Mine," he stutters as he finally stills above you.

He only moves enough to let your legs fall back down, trembling and heavy. He lays on top of you while he pants; his breaths coming as hot puffs against your skin as he keeps his head buried in your neck. His hands between you as he continues to play with your chest while you both float back down to Earth.

You groan softly, wrapping your arms around his head and hugging him close. "Mine."

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[emperorgeta-bitchblog]

war room

[ S. Mingi ]

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summary: you and mingi have been at each other’s throats at work for over a year until you finally snap

warnings: dom mingi, sub reader, public sex, tongue fucking, fingering, mouth fucking, masturbation, spanking, squirting, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

genre: enemies to lovers, smut

pairing: mingi x afab reader

word count: 9.9k

note: this was anonymous request as mingi x coworker but I might gotten a little carried away 😭

masterlist

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You were late. Not “oops I missed the early train” late. You were “sprinting through the glass lobby, iced coffee in hand, praying your boss hadn’t noticed your empty desk yet” late. And of course, because the universe had a twisted sense of humor, that’s exactly when he turned the corner.

Song Mingi. Towering. Short bleached blonde hair. Arrogant. Wearing that smug smirk and a fitted white button down rolled at the sleeves like he was doing everyone a favor just by existing. You’d know that smug smirk anywhere. You saw it every time he interrupted you in meetings or sent a passive aggressive “per my last email” at 11:59 PM.

And now that smirk was directly in your line of fire.

Literally.

You rounded the corner too fast and collided with a solid wall of Mingi, the impact jarring enough to send your iced coffee exploding out of its plastic cup like a crime scene in slow motion. The coffee soaked the front of your blouse, your skirt, your dignity and, to your absolute horror, his pristine white shirt.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, staring in disbelief at the dripping mess down your chest, already forming into sticky brown blotches.

Mingi looked down at himself, his lips pursed in exaggerated disapproval. “Well, that’s one way to start a Monday,” he said dryly, pulling the damp fabric away from his skin.

You scowled, already digging for napkins from your bag. “Maybe if you didn’t walk around corners like you own the damn building!”

“Maybe if you watched where you were going,” he cut in smoothly, brows raised over those annoyingly stylish glasses. “But then again, chaos is kind of your brand.”

You shot him a glare, dabbing at your shirt. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like, I don’t know, not here?”

Mingi only grinned, eyes dropping, lingering, for half a second too long at the way your wet blouse clung to your chest before flicking back up with a maddening twinkle in his eye. “Oh, I do,” he said, voice low. “But this was worth the detour.”

You opened your mouth to snap back, something about HR and sexual harassment training, but your voice caught in your throat because why was he still standing so close? And why, beneath all your irritation, was your pulse racing just from the heat radiating off his body?

“Nice of you to mark your territory, by the way,” he added, tugging his tie loose and slinging it around his neck like he had all the time in the world. “Next time, just ask for my number.”

You gaped at him, mouth opening and closing like a waterless goldfish. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet,” he said, already backing away, “you can’t stop thinking about me.”

You watched him retreat down the hall, blonde hair tousled, damp shirt clinging to his broad back, and you hated, hated, how right he might be.

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You had just finished blotting the last of the coffee from your now semi transparent blouse, thankfully hidden under a spare blazer you kept at your cubicle for “fashion emergencies” (which today totally qualified) when your phone buzzed.

Boss Lady: My office. Now. Bring Mingi.

You stared at the message. Then again. Then audibly groaned. There was only one person on this floor who could ruin your day in a single sentence besides Mingi, and apparently, today was a buy one get one kind of deal.

You found him, naturally, leaning against the edge of the copier like it was a runway, sleeves rolled, top button undone. The smug bastard even had his glasses pushed slightly down his nose as he flipped through a report like he was posing for a Forbes cover shoot.

“Boss wants us,” you announced flatly.

He looked up, a slow smile curling across his lips. “What, already tired of pretending you don’t like me?”

You deadpanned, “I will staple your tie to your desk.”

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t like it,” he replied, tossing the file down with a wink.

You gritted your teeth, spun on your heel, and marched ahead, fully aware of his long strides catching up just to match your pace, like a tall, smug shadow.

The office was glass walled and way too exposed for comfort. Your boss, Ms. Hwang, was perched behind her sleek desk, hair immaculately pinned, her manicured fingers typing at the speed of judgment.

“You’re late,” she said, not even looking up. Mingi opened his mouth. You jabbed him in the ribs with your elbow before he could make it worse. “Sorry,” you said instead, ignoring his offended glare. “There was… a coffee incident.”

“I see that,” she said dryly, eyes finally flicking up to your still damp blouse. “You two just can’t seem to stay out of each other’s way.”

“We really try,” Mingi offered, smiling like he’d just been asked to model for a dating app ad called OfficeFlirt. Your boss sighed and clasped her hands. “Perfect, then. You’ll love this.”

You blinked. “Wait. Love what?”

She leaned back, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Corporate just greenlit the launch of the DaVinci Project’s pilot phase. We’re short staffed, and I need my best and brightest working on it. Which unfortunately,” she said, sliding two identical folders across her desk, “means the two of you.”

Silence.

You reached for the folder with a numb hand, cracking it open like it might bite.

“You want us to work together,” you said slowly, trying to process. “On a top level client rollout.”

She nodded. “You’ll be representing the creative and marketing arms together. This is a high stakes project. Big exposure. Don’t screw it up. Mingi’s brows raised just enough to suggest this was the kind of challenge he lived for.

You, on the other hand, felt your soul leave your body. “But…”

“No buts,” she cut in sharply. “You two are oil and fire. But I’ve seen what you’re capable of when you’re competing. Now I want to see what you can do when you’re forced to cooperate.”

You shot a look at Mingi, who smiled back like the devil in designer frames. “Oh, I’m all in,” he said smoothly, grabbing his folder. “I’ve always wanted to know what real teamwork with her would feel like.” His smirk was way too smug.

“I hope HR’s on standby,” you muttered, flipping the folder closed.

“Good,” Ms. Hwang said, already turning back to her screen. “You start tomorrow. Briefing at 8 a.m. Sharp.”

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Outside her office, Mingi leaned close, voice low and maddeningly amused. “You gonna wear another see through blouse for our first team meeting or should I bring you a splash proof lid this time?”

You turned to him slowly, sweet smile on your lips, voice sugar and steel.

“I hope you choke on a spreadsheet.”

He laughed, genuinely laughed, as you walked away, already plotting how to survive the next however many days without tossing your computer or yourself, out a window.

But beneath all the simmering rage and scathing remarks, one thing was dangerously clear, You were going to kill each other.

Or you were going to fuck.

Maybe both.

Probably both.

Definitely both.

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You knew it was going to be a long day the moment you stepped into the elevator.

Not just any kind of long. A wearing heels and a smile while mentally screaming kind of long. The elevator hummed softly as it rose toward the tenth floor, the mirrored interior catching the reflection of your deliberately curated outfit, a curve hugging beige pencil skirt, sheer black tights, a fitted black top tucked in with lethal precision, and heels so sharp they could double as weapons.

Your hair was perfectly styled, makeup flawless, your expression unreadable. You looked like confidence personified. You felt like committing arson. Because today? Today was day one of your partnership with Mingi.

You exhaled through your nose as the elevator doors slid open. It was too early for his voice. Too early for his cologne. Too early for his entire tall, annoying existence.

And yet.

“There she is,” came the voice from your shared project room before you’d even made it to the coffee station. “Looking like she’s about to seduce and fire someone at the same time.”

You paused in the doorway.

And there he was, Mingi, already seated at the long glass conference table, one arm draped casually over the back of the chair, glasses perched on his nose, hair effortlessly tousled and infuriatingly golden in the morning light. His crisp white shirt was half unbuttoned at the top, tie undone and hanging loose around his neck like a fashion statement, not an HR violation.

You ignored the way your stomach fluttered. Mostly. “Did you get here early just to annoy me, or is it a gift?” you said dryly, walking to your seat on the opposite end of the table.

He grinned, eyes raking over you in a slow, unhurried scan that made heat crawl up the back of your neck. “Why choose?”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your bag onto your chair before walking to the coffee bar.

You could feel his gaze trailing after you, and you hated, hated, how smug it made you feel.

“New skirt?” he asked, already halfway through his coffee. “Or just new attitude?”

“New boundaries,” you said sweetly. “Want me to draw them for you? Or would that require more than a single brain cell?”

He chuckled, the low sound irritatingly attractive. “Careful, princess. That skirt’s got claws.”

You froze mid pour, glaring at your reflection in the silver coffee carafe. “If you call me princess again, I will staple your tongue to your desk.”

Behind you, he let out a soft hum. “Kinky.”

You took a very long sip of your coffee before returning to the table, where your shared project folders had already been laid out. You sat. He mirrored you, because of course he did, spinning his pen between long fingers like he was bored already.

“Let’s just get through this,” you muttered, flipping open the folder. “No snide comments. No flirting. No games.”

Mingi leaned forward slightly, his voice low and dark with amusement. “Who said I was playing?”

You looked up sharply, and just like that, the tension thickened, heavy enough to spark.

And the day hadn’t even started.

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The project war room, an overly air conditioned, glass walled conference room, much your boss’ office, lined with whiteboards and ego, had never seen this much tension.

You sat across from Mingi, laptop open, fingers flying over the keyboard as you updated slides for the client pitch deck, each click more aggressive than the last. Your heels were kicked off under the table, blazer folded over the back of your chair, hair starting to frizz slightly from the stress of trying to make any of his ideas fit the actual strategy.

He was sitting just far enough away to be annoying but close enough to make your skin itch, legs spread like he owned the floor, one elbow hooked over the back of his chair, the other hand resting on the edge of your shared table. His glasses had slipped slightly down his nose, and every now and then, he’d push them up without looking away from you.

“So,” he said casually, “what if instead of a voiceover, we pitch a spokesperson? Someone hot. Confident. A little smug.”

You didn’t even look up. “Like you?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say it out loud, but yeah.”

You slowly lifted your head, fixing him with a stare that could stop a moving vehicle. “We are not using you as the face of a campaign unless the campaign is, How To Be the Human Equivalent of a Traffic Violation.”

“Ouch,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest. “That one actually stung. Should I add that to your list of compliments?”

You ignored the heat rising in your cheeks. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

“Because I have no choice.”

“You could’ve called in sick,” he mused, tipping his chair back just enough to be cocky. “But then I wouldn’t have gotten to see you in that skirt.”

You froze, fingers stilling on the keyboard.

Mingi leaned forward, the shift making your breath catch before you could stop it. His voice dropped, just a touch lower, enough to hum in your chest.

“Not that you don’t look good every day, but…” He tilted his head, eyes flicking down, slow and deliberate. “Today? You’re kind of killing me.”

You blinked. Then narrowed your eyes. “What’s your angle?”

His lips twitched. “What if I’m just telling the truth?”

“No. You’re trying to mess with me,” you said flatly, spinning your laptop toward him a little too hard. “Focus. We have to have this presentation ready by Thursday and your entire section reads like it was written by a man who thinks synergy is a love language.”

He leaned in again, this time closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, subtle and expensive. “I am trying to mess with you,” he murmured, voice warm now, teasing. “Just not the way you think.”

You frowned, caught off guard. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn’t answer. Just reached past you, his hand brushing yours, and adjusted a slide on the screen like nothing had happened. But his smirk said otherwise.

You sat there, momentarily stunned. Flustered. Angry at yourself for being flustered.

And somewhere across from you, Mingi was quietly losing his entire mind, because your lips were pressed together in a tight little line, your eyes shooting daggers, and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to lean in, palm your jaw, and see if you’d still glare at him when your breath hitched beneath his touch.

He’d been pretending for a year. Teasing, bickering, snarking like it was a sport. But now?

Now he was done playing.

And you had no idea.

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The office break room was unusually quiet for once, no microwaves humming, no interns whispering over mismatched mugs. Just you, your much needed second, okay, third, cup of coffee, and five minutes of peace before you had to dive back into the war room with him.

You leaned against the counter, mug in hand, scrolling through your phone while the rich scent of hazelnut filled the air, the faint hum of the vending machine behind you the only background noise.

“Didn’t think anyone could make business casual look that good.”

You blinked, looking up to find Eric from IT, tall, charming in a corporate puppy dog kind of way, smiling as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

You arched a brow. “Didn’t think anyone still used that line in 2025.”

Eric chuckled, pouring his own cup. “Guilty. But I mean it. You’ve been looking… sharp lately.”

You hummed, noncommittal but polite. “Deadlines will do that to you.”

“Still,” he said, stepping a little closer, “you and Mingi on that project? Bet it’s been a fun week.”

You sipped your coffee. “If your definition of fun includes daily homicide fantasies, sure.”

Eric laughed again, easing into your space just enough to suggest interest. “Well, if you ever need to blow off steam, grab a drink after work, maybe…. I’m around.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Smooth.”

“I try.”

What neither of you noticed, at least, not yet, was the very tall, very not amused presence leaning against the wall just outside the doorway, half shadowed by the frame. Mingi had been on his way in, a new pen clenched between his teeth, that usual lazy swing to his step until he saw you.

And him.

His jaw tightened, pen forgotten, gaze locked on the way Eric leaned in. How close he was standing. How you were smiling.

No.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

You jumped slightly when a deep voice broke the moment like glass.

“Aren’t you two a little old for flirting over a Keurig?”

Both you and Eric turned.

Mingi stepped fully into the room, straightening his glasses with the most unnecessarily smug look on his face.

Eric cleared his throat, stiffening. “Just talking.”

Mingi smiled, tight, sharp. “Sure. Talking.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Mingi replied, walking right up and grabbing the coffee pot you’d just used, reaching around you like he wasn’t halfway invading your space. “Actually,” he added, his voice low and pointed, “I prefer fresh coffee. The burnt kind always leaves a bad taste.”

Your jaw clenched. Eric blinked awkwardly, then coughed. “Uh…. right. I’ll catch you later.”

You didn’t respond. Too busy trying not to throw your scalding mug at Mingi’s face.

When Eric finally left, the room suddenly felt much smaller as You glared up at Mingi. “What the hell was that?”

Mingi shrugged, calm and collected as he poured himself a cup. “Didn’t like the vibe.”

You crossed your arms. “You didn’t like the vibe or you didn’t like him?”

He met your gaze, a flicker of something dark behind his eyes. “Is there a difference?”

You scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

“Look,” he said, setting the pot down and facing you fully now, voice quieter. “If some guy’s gonna try to shoot his shot with you, he can at least wait until I’m done with mine.”

You stared at him, stunned.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Mingi leaned in, close enough you could smell the coffee on his breath, feel the heat rolling off his body, close enough to kiss if either of you moved an inch.

“It means,” he murmured, voice like sin, “I’m not playing anymore.”

And then, just like that, he stepped back, grabbed a stir stick, popped it into his mug, and walked out like he hadn’t just thrown a live grenade between your ribs.

You stood there frozen, heart pounding, coffee forgotten in your hand. And it finally hit you.

He wasn’t just messing with you anymore. He was flirting.

For real.

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The second your heels hit the polished floor of the office lobby the next morning, heads turned.

And you knew it.

You didn’t wear the thigh highs and blazer combo for attention. Not really. You wore it because you felt like it. You wore it because you were a grown woman with good taste and zero patience for corporate dress code politics.

You did not wear it because of Mingi.

Absolutely not.

Not because his voice had echoed in your head all night, low and rough and saying things like, I’m not playing anymore.

Not because you had very specifically remembered the way his gaze had dipped when he looked at you in that pencil skirt.

And definitely not because you had, embarrassingly, replayed that break room scene more than once in the privacy of your own bedroom.

Nope. You were fine. Cool. Chill.

Until you walked past the war room. And his head snapped up like he sensed you.

Mingi was seated at the table, leaned back like usual, one arm slung over the chair, glasses perched low, dress shirt sleeves rolled up, tie hanging loose. His hair was still a little damp, like he’d run late and barely made it in.

But when he saw you, time hiccupped. He blinked once. Twice. And then, that smirk.

You kept walking, heels sharp against the tile, ignoring the way his eyes tracked your legs. Your skirt. The perfect, infuriating length of skin exposed between the hem and the tops of your stockings.

You didn’t see him adjust in his chair, but you felt it as you slid into your desk like nothing had happened, flipped open your laptop, and opened the presentation file as if your brain wasn’t currently being fried by the memory of his stare.

But it was only 8:06 AM and you were already failing miserably at ignoring him.

Because a minute later, he strolled over to your side of the office, coffee in hand, no folder, no excuse, no shame, and leaned against the edge of your desk like he lived there.

“Morning,” he said, eyes full of mischief and something darker, voice scratchy in that just woke up and didn’t fully recover from his dreams kind of way.

You didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. “Morning,” you said flatly, typing one word into the doc before deleting it five times.

He didn’t move. “You dress like that for me?” he asked, sipping his coffee, casual as hell.

You finally looked at him. “You dress like that for HR complaints?”

Mingi grinned, teeth flashing. “Touché.” He stepped back, but only so he could lean in closer on your other side, now behind you. You stiffened when his hand lightly brushed the edge of your chair.

“Just one question,” he murmured. “Is that skirt as short as it looks, or are my eyes just blessed?”

You twisted in your seat and looked up at him, fully intending to cuss him out, but the words got stuck somewhere behind your tongue and that stupid warmth blooming across your chest.

“Go back to your desk,” you said, voice a little breathier than intended as Mingi held your gaze for one beat too long. Two. Then stepped back with a soft chuckle, turning on his heel and sauntering away.

And you? You stared at your screen, trying not to have a full-on internal crisis over the fact that, Your thighs were definitely still tingling. You could smell him on the air he left behind. And okay fine maybe just maybe he wasn’t as annoying as you’d convinced yourself.

Which was a problem. A big one. Because if Mingi kept flirting like that, and you kept reacting like this, you were either going to fall for him… or fuck him.

Certainly both

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You’d just finished sending one slide over to Mingi with a half decent caption when the ping hit your inbox.

Boss Lady: [ My office. Now. Both of you. ]

You stared at the email.

“Please tell me this isn’t about the pitch deck,” you muttered, already knowing it absolutely was.

From across the room, Mingi looked up from his phone, clearly getting the same message. He met your eyes with a dramatic sigh, tossed his pen onto the table, and mouthed, you’re in trouble, like the world’s most obnoxious teen boy in homeroom.

You flipped him off. Professionally.

The walk to her office felt like a funeral march.

Ms. Hwang didn’t even look up when you stepped inside. She just motioned to the chairs in front of her desk like a queen beckoning peasants. You sat. Mingi followed, arms crossed, long legs sprawled like he paid rent on that chair.

“I’m going to ask this once,” Ms. Hwang said, voice tight, eyes sharp behind her rimless glasses. “Where. Is. The. Deck?”

You opened your mouth, but Mingi beat you to it.

“We’re just finalizing a few last minute tweaks…”

She held up a hand. “I don’t want a song and dance. I want results.”

You tried to salvage it. “It’s nearly done, we just…”

“Nearly done?” Her brow arched. “This was due yesterday.”

Mingi leaned forward. “It’s a complex rollout…”

“And it’s a basic deadline,” she snapped. “What the hell is going on between you two?”

You froze.

Mingi blinked.

Ms. Hwang folded her arms and gave the both of you that look, the one that made grown adults reconsider their careers. “I don’t care if you’re sleeping together, hate each other, or planning to elope in Vegas. What I care about is that this project, my project, gets delivered. Tomorrow morning. Finished. Clean. Ready to present to the board.”

Your mouth went dry.

Mingi cleared his throat. “We’ll get it done.”

“Oh, I know you will,” she said, pulling out a red folder and slapping it on the desk. “Because you’re both staying late tonight. I’ve booked the conference room. You’ll have zero distractions and full access to the shared drive, but you don’t leave until it’s done. Is that clear?”

You nodded, jaw tight. “Crystal.”

She looked at Mingi.

He gave her his most charming, don’t blame me grin. “Loud and clear, boss.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I swear, if I have to hear about another delay…”

“You won’t,” you both said in unison.

“Good.” She already turned back to her computer. “Now go. Finish it. And for god’s sake, try not to kill each other.”

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Back in the hallway, Mingi exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “So. Working late with you. Alone. In a glass room.”

You shot him a look. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I haven’t even warmed up,” he said, grinning as he fell into step beside you.

You groaned. “I swear to god, Mingi, if we don’t finish this deck tonight…”

His smirk widened. “Then we’ll just have to pull an all nighter.”

Your step faltered.

And he noticed.

But he didn’t say anything, just opened the door to the now dimly lit conference room and motioned for you to walk in first like a gentleman… or a predator pretending to be one.

The door clicked shut behind you.

And the silence that settled between you?

Was dangerous.

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It was 10:41 PM.

Everyone was gone.

The lights in the hallway had switched to night mode, dim and motion triggered, casting long shadows outside the glass walls of the conference room. The only sounds were the soft clacks of your laptop keys, the hum of the overhead fluorescents, and the distant roll of the janitor’s cart somewhere on the floor below.

And then, of course, there was Mingi.

Seated across from you, legs wide, sleeves rolled to his elbows, glasses perched at the edge of his nose as he tapped away at his own laptop like the tension between you didn’t exist.

Like he hadn’t been toeing the line all week.

Like you hadn’t been clenching your thighs under the desk every time he leaned back in that chair and ran a hand through his hair like he was bored when you were practically burning.

“We should lead with the user adoption data,” you said, not even looking up.

“We could,” Mingi replied slowly, stretching with a yawn, “or we could just keep playing it safe and boring and exactly what the execs expect.”

You sighed. “This isn’t about being boring, it’s about being strategic…”

“No, it’s about you always needing to be right.”

You froze.

“Excuse me?”

Mingi leaned back again, arms crossed now. “Every time I suggest something even a little outside the box, you shoot it down like I’m incompetent.”

“That’s because your version of ‘outside the box’ is borderline reckless.”

“No, it’s because you don’t trust me,” he snapped, sitting forward now, his voice louder than it had been all night. “You never have.”

The air went tight.

You stood slowly, palms flat on the glass table. “Maybe because you’ve spent the last year treating this job like a damn joke and me like I’m just another chance to push your stupid buttons.”

“Oh, please,” he barked out a laugh. “You are a button. One big, shiny, hot as fuck panic button.”

Your mouth opened.

Closed.

Your hands curled into fists.

“You think this is a game?” you hissed, walking around the table now, glaring down at him. “You think you can just flirt and tease and drive me insane and I’m not going to say something eventually?”

He stood up to meet you, tall and broad and entirely too close. “You’re already saying something. Every time you look at me like you want to kill me and kiss me in the same breath, yeah, you’re saying a lot.”

You hated how fast your pulse jumped. How dark his eyes were now. How your breathing turned shallow the second his voice dropped an octave.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” you said through clenched teeth.

His gaze dropped to your mouth, then back up.

“Liar.”

You snapped.

One hand fisted his loose tie, yanked him forward, and crashed your mouth against his.

Hard.

Messy.

Hot.

Mingi groaned against your lips like he’d been waiting for this for months, which, to be fair, he had, his hands flying to your waist, gripping you like he wasn’t planning to let go. Your back hit the table, files sliding, forgotten. His tie wrapped around your wrist now, your other hand already buried in his hair, tugging, demanding, needing.

Mingi’s mouth was on yours like it was the answer to every fight, every late night, every repressed fantasy you’d tried to bury under bullet points and deadlines. And god, the way he kissed, like he was angry and starved and obsessed, made you forget you ever hated him.

The table dug into your back, cool through the fabric of your blazer, your fingers still fisted in Mingi’s tie as his mouth left yours only long enough to breathe.

And then he was kissing your neck, slow at first, his lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath your jaw like he wanted to taste the pulse hammering there.

You gasped as his hands, bigger than you remembered, rougher than you’d dared to imagine, slid up your thighs, fingers curling around the hem of your skirt like it offended him.

“Fuck,” he murmured into your skin, lips trailing down to the curve where your neck met your shoulder. “You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?”

You shivered, lips parted, unable to form words because his hands were higher now, thumbs teasing along the tops of your sheer thigh highs, dragging over the band with maddening slowness.

You arched into him, breath hitching. “Mingi…”

He hummed like a warning and pulled back just far enough to meet your eyes. “You don’t get to say my name like that,” he said, voice dark, lips shiny from your skin. “Not unless you mean it.”

You swallowed, nails digging into the lapels of his shirt. “I don’t.”

He smirked, cocky and sinful, his hands slipping just under your skirt now, his fingers stroking lightly up the inside of your thighs. “Liar.”

“I hate you,” you whispered, the words barely making it out.

And still, your hips pushed forward, seeking his hands, chasing the burn.

Mingi’s gaze flicked up to yours, wild and wicked. “Say it again.”

You glared, breathless. “I hate you.”

His fingers squeezed at the tops of your thighs, thumbs circling dangerously close to the wet heat between them. “Yeah?” he said, mouth brushing yours now, his tongue barely tasting the corner of your lips. “Then why are you soaking through your panties for me right now?”

You gasped, your head dropping back as he kissed your throat again, hot, open mouthed, biting this time. You moaned, a sharp sound that echoed in the empty room, shame and desire coiled so tightly inside you that you weren’t sure where one ended and the other began.

And his hands?

Still climbing.

Still teasing.

Still treating you like a prize he’d finally earned after playing the long game. Because he had. And now? Now he was going to take his time ruining you for every other late night office crush that had ever even thought about flirting with you.

Mingi’s breath was ragged now, matching yours, one hand splayed flat on your thigh, the other gripping your waist like he needed something to anchor himself.

And then, without a word, he dropped.

Straight to his knees.

Right there between your legs in the middle of the empty office, the night humming outside the windows, the only light coming from the soft glow of your laptop still open behind you, it’s screen forgotten.

You barely had time to process it before his hands slid up your thighs again, slow and reverent now. Not teasing. Not cocky. Hungry.

And when he leaned in to press a kiss just above your knee, lips hot through the sheer black fabric, your breath caught so sharply you nearly folded. “Mingi,” you whispered, broken around his name.

He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. He kissed higher. Then again. And then bit. A gentle, maddening scrape of his teeth through your thigh high, just enough pressure to make you gasp, to make your hips twitch toward him like your body had made the decision for you.

He growled, actually growled, and bit higher, right at the top band of the stocking. His fingers gripped behind your knee, lifting your leg over his shoulder as his mouth latched onto the seam with a slow drag of his teeth.

And then he pulled. Not with his hands. With his mouth. The stocking slipped down, inch by inch, his lips brushing your skin the whole way. Every nerve lit up in a flash fire of heat and disbelief.

When he got it down past your calf, he let it fall, fingertips brushing the underside of your knee like a silent promise.

Then he moved to the other leg. And did it again. Slower. This time, his mouth lingered. His tongue flicked out against the sensitive spot behind your thigh and you whimpered, knees instinctively trying to close, but his hands pushed them apart, firm and possessive.

“You have no idea,” he murmured against your bare skin, lips dragging up toward the inside of your thigh, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

Your eyes fluttered shut. Your body trembled, caught in the heat of it all.

“Mingi…” you breathed, unsure if it was a warning, a plea, or both.

But he was already kissing back up, now unhindered, now tasting the skin those thigh highs had hidden, leaving goosebumps and sparks in his wake.

And when he got close enough that you felt his breath ghosting between your thighs? He looked up at you through his lashes, flushed and wrecked and starving.

“You still hate me?” he asked, voice low and rough, lips brushing the top of your thigh like a threat as you met his gaze, fists tangled in his shirt, your skirt hiked up past the point of no return.

You barely had time to try and answer, to blink, before Mingi stood again, fast, fluid, towering over you with heat still radiating off his body like fire pressed into skin. His hand caught your chin, not rough, but firm, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

His pupils were blown. His lips were slick. His jaw clenched like he was holding back something feral. “You want this?” He asked, voice a gravelly growl. “Say it.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in closer, nose brushing yours, his thumb sweeping over your bottom lip, soft but possessive, like he was already memorizing the shape of you.

“Don’t make me guess,” he whispered. “Don’t let me go back down there unless you want me to ruin you.”

You swallowed hard, thighs twitching, your hips instinctively rocking forward toward the only thing that could ease the ache. “Yes,” you breathed, barely audible.

His grip tightened just slightly.

“Louder.”

Your hands curled into his shirt, your voice trembling but sure.

“I want it.”

His mouth broke into a grin, slow and dark and satisfied.

“Good.”

And then he dropped again. But this time, it wasn’t slow. This time, he shoved your knees apart, hands dragging your skirt higher with zero ceremony, intentional now. No more teasing. No more holding back.

His fingers hooked into your panties, black, lacy, soaked through, and he dragged them down your legs in one sharp motion.

You gasped as the cool air hit you. Then moaned as he balled the panties in his fist, met your gaze again, and shoved them into his pocket. “Mine now.”

And then his mouth was on you. Hot. Wet. Devastating. He licked a stripe up your center, tongue broad and unhurried, tasting you for the first time and wanting to remember everything. Your breath caught, hands flying to his hair as he groaned against you, groaned, like he was the one getting off on this.

“Mingi…” you choked out, hips twitching as his tongue circled your clit with dangerous precision, his fingers gripping your thighs, anchoring you in place.

You grabbed at his hair, tugging, writhing, trying to keep still as his tongue flattened, licked, sucked like he’d been dreaming about this exact moment.

And he had. Because nothing had haunted him more than the idea of you like this, spread out, breathless, thighs over his shoulders while you moaned his name and yanked his hair like you needed it to breathe.

He moaned again, deeper this time as he sucked at your clit, his tongue flicking in perfect rhythm until your legs began to tremble and your head fell back with a low, broken curse.

Mingi didn’t come up for air. He didn’t slow down. Didn’t give you room to think, to breathe, to remember anything but the way his mouth was wrecking you.

His tongue pressed deep inside you, hot and wet and relentless, fucking into you with obscene precision, curling, dragging, pumping like he was claiming space no one else ever could.

And then his nose, God. The way it nudged up against your clit, grinding into that sensitive bundle of nerves every time he thrust his tongue deeper, made your back arch and your hands fly to his hair again, fisting in the soft blonde strands with a ragged cry.

“Mingi… fuck, fuck!”

He growled against you, the sound vibrating straight through your core, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly your skin tingled, holding you open for him, keeping you right where he wanted you.

Like you were his. And you were. In that moment? Absolutely his.

He pulled back just enough to suck your clit into his mouth, hard and filthy and needy, before plunging two fingers inside you, thick and perfect, curling instantly as he slid them deep, his tongue flattening beneath your clit as his nose rubbed just right.

“Oh my god, Mingi!”

You weren’t even sure if the words made it out as your body convulsed, your thighs locking around his head as you grinded against him, chasing it, chasing everything.

You were moaning now, loud, almost sobbing as his fingers pumped in and out of you fast, fucking you hard while his tongue never left your clit, his nose dragging against it like he knew exactly what it was doing to you.

And he did. He’d imagined it. Dreamed it. Fantasized about making you come undone on his face until you couldn’t speak his name without shaking. “Come for me,” he growled, words muffled into you, tongue licking wildly now, fingers slamming into that perfect spot over and over.

And you did.

Hard.

Violent.

Unstoppable.

Your body seized, thighs trembling, heels digging into the edge of the table as you came with a strangled, broken cry, your voice cracking, your nails digging into his scalp, your whole world narrowed to the heat and wet and want crashing through you in waves so intense you could barely breathe.

You were panting. Moaning. Still twitching as his mouth slowed, soft now, lapping at you gently as your body shuddered with aftershocks.

When he finally pulled back, chin slick, lips swollen, eyes blown black with lust, he looked up at you like you were something holy.

“Still hate me?” he rasped, licking your release from his bottom lip.

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. All you could do was stare down at him, on his knees, hair messy from your hands, your panties still in his pocket, and wonder how the hell you’d ever survive this man now that he knew what you sounded like when you broke.

Your body was still trembling, your thighs slick, lips kiss bruised, lungs barely catching up, but your mind? Clear. Clearer than it had been in weeks.

You wanted him.

Not to flirt. Not to tease. Not to hate.

You wanted to wreck him.

With your knees wobbling and your hands still bracing the edge of the conference table, you slid down, slowly, deliberately, until your knees kissed the cold floor.

Mingi’s breath caught as you looked up at him through your lashes once he stood, eyes glassy, lips parted, hair wild around your face.

And he stared.

Chest rising and falling like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His hands had dropped to his sides, fists clenched, his dick already straining against his slacks, painfully obvious, thick and heavy, begging for attention.

You reached for his belt. Your fingers moved slowly, unfastening it with unshaking purpose now, your nails dragging down the zipper, his abs twitching when your hand brushed over the bulge beneath his boxers.

Still looking up at him. Still fucking owning him from your knees. When you pulled him free, hot, hard, big, you paused. Eyes wide. Lips twitching into the hint of a smirk. “Jesus,” you whispered.

He let out a low, breathless laugh, half choked on the tension. “Still wanna hate me?”

You met his gaze, eyes burning with something darker. “I don’t hate you,” you murmured. Then you leaned in, pressing a single kiss to the base of his dick, just above where his abs tensed.

You looked back up, lips brushing his tip, already wet with precum. “I want to ruin you.”

His groan was wrecked as his hand found the back of your head, not pushing, just holding, like he didn’t trust himself not to lose control the second your lips wrapped around him.

You licked a stripe up his shaft, slow, deliberate, swirling your tongue around the head just to watch him twitch, and then pulled back enough to whisper, “Fuck my mouth.”

His breath stopped. For a moment, he just stood there, wide eyed, panting, staring at you like you’d just unlocked a part of him he wasn’t ready to show the world. “You sure?” he asked, voice rough, trembling with restraint.

You opened your mouth. Tongue out. Lips parted. Then nodded. And that was it.

He grabbed your jaw, not rough but firm, guiding himself to your lips, and then he thrust, slow and deep, sliding past your tongue until your throat flexed around him.

He moaned. Hard. Guttural. Hands flying into your hair like he was already losing himself.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucked, letting him slide in and out, saliva pooling and dripping down your chin as he started fucking your mouth just like you asked, like he needed to.

He started slow. One hand tangled in your hair, the other braced on the table behind you, Mingi held still as he guided himself past your lips again, inch by inch, watching your mouth stretch around him, watching your eyes flutter as you adjusted to the weight, the heat, the thickness of him.

“Shit,” he hissed, his abs flexing as you took more, your tongue pressed flat beneath him. “Just like that… fuck, you look so good with my dick in your mouth.”

You moaned, just a little, soft and breathy, and that alone made his hips twitch.

“Fuck, don’t…. don’t do that,” he gasped, already losing his rhythm.

But then you did it again. A louder moan this time. Vibrating around him. Echoing deep in your throat. And when his eyes dropped lower, when he saw your hand, fingers between your own thighs, rubbing, sliding, grinding against yourself while you moaned around his dick?

Something inside him snapped. “Are you…” he choked out, head tilting back for a split second before yanking you closer. “You’re touching yourself while I fuck your mouth?”

You nodded, wide eyes watering, spit already leaking from the corners of your mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned, and that was it. He started moving. Really moving. His grip on your hair tightened, guiding your head now, thrusting into your mouth with growing speed, each snap of his hips punctuated by a low, filthy moan that only made you wetter.

“You like this?” he growled. “You like gagging on my dick, don’t you, baby?”

You moaned again, louder, hand working between your legs faster now as you let him use your mouth, tears streaking down your cheeks as your throat stretched to take him.

“Fucking…. shit, you’re perfect,” he gasped, hips stuttering as he thrust deeper, your gag reflex hitting but your nails digging into his thigh like you loved it.

“Choking so pretty for me, fuck, just like that… fuck yourself, baby. Come for me while I use this mouth. Show me how bad you want it.”

And you did. Right there on the floor, your mouth full of him, spit and tears and slick dripping down your thighs, you came. Hard.

A muffled, wrecked moan echoing around his dick as your body jerked, back arching, hand trapped between your thighs as your orgasm crashed through you, leaving you shaking and completely gone.

Mingi choked on a groan, pulled out fast, barely in time, his dick glistening, his breath ragged, your spit clinging to him in strings as you gasped for air, lips swollen, jaw slack.

“Fuck…. fuck,” he hissed, jerking himself once, twice, holding off with every ounce of restraint he had left. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You looked up at him, ruined, dripping, glowing. And smiled as Mingi was panting, chest heaving, spit slick dick twitching between you as he stared down at the absolute mess you’d made of yourself on your knees. His jaw clenched like he was barely keeping it together.

Then he grabbed you. Lifted you right off the floor, your legs barely had time to wobble before he was kissing you, kissing you like he hadn’t just been fucking your throat ten seconds ago. His hands cradled your jaw, lips hot and open, tongue desperate and deep as you clung to his shirt, dizzy and drenched and gasping against his mouth.

You groaned into him, fingers flying to the buttons of his shirt. One popped. Then another. Then the whole thing was sliding off his shoulders, his black tie still hanging loose around his neck like a collar begging to be yanked.

His skin was warm and flushed and gorgeous, abs flexing as you shoved the shirt down his arms and dropped it to the floor, hands sliding over his chest with a hunger you weren’t even trying to hide anymore.

And then his hands found your waist. Turned you. Bent you. Your front hit the table, palms bracing against the slick surface, your skirt rucked all the way up to your waist as he stepped in close behind you.

You gasped, hips jerking forward as his palm landed on your ass, sharp and claiming, followed by a low groan behind you. “Fuck,” he muttered, dragging his hand over the now reddening skin. “You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You looked over your shoulder, breathless, ruined. “Then stop talking and…”

Another spank.

You moaned.

Then you pushed back.

Just enough that the head of his dick nudged higher, slipping between your cheeks and catching on the tight ring of your ass.

Mingi froze.

His moan? Loud. Wrecked.

“Jesus…. fuck, baby…”

You whimpered, teasing yourself with his tip, just the barest pressure making your whole body shiver. “You want it?”

He growled. Actually growled.

But then, you felt his hand wrap around himself, dragging his dick down, sliding between your soaked folds until he found your dripping entrance again.

And his voice? Low. Dark. Dangerous. “Next time.” And then he pushed. Deep. Stretching you, making you cry out, the sound raw and desperate as he filled you slow, inch by glorious inch, his hands gripping your hips like he needed to hold you together as much as he needed to hold himself back.

“Fuck…. fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out. “Pussy so fucking wet….. taking me so good.”

You whined, nails scratching at the table’s surface, back arching as he settled deep inside you. “You’re so big,” you whimpered. “F… Fuck, Mingi….. so deep”

He groaned again, one hand sliding up your back, pushing your spine down to deepen the angle as he rocked forward just once, making you scream.

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice right by your ear now, hips grinding slow and deep. “You love it, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, tears stinging your eyes. “Y… Yes! Yes…. please……. more”

Mingi was buried inside you, slow thrusts rocking your entire body into the table with each deep grind of his hips. His hands framed your waist, fingertips digging in, eyes locked on the way your body swallowed him with every roll forward.

You moaned, high and breathy, your knees starting to buckle, forehead pressed to the cool glass as your mouth parted with every drag of his dick along your soaked, stretched walls.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, breath ragged as he slid back, then pushed in again slow. “You feel like you were made for me.”

You whimpered, hips instinctively pushing back to meet each thrust. And then he leaned forward, his chest against your back, hand sliding up your torso to grab your throat, his lips brushing your ear as he grunted, deep in your body now.

“You want me to fuck you?” he whispered, filthy and low. “You want me to ruin this pussy, baby?”

“Y…. Yes,” you gasped, fingers clinging to the edge of the table like you were holding on for your life. “Please…. please, Mingi, fuck me!”

That was all he needed.

His hand slid back down to your hip.

And then he slammed into you.

Hard.

Fast.

Unrelenting.

Your scream ripped out of you as he fucked into you like he’d snapped, like the leash had finally broken and this was what he’d been holding back from the very first time you argued in the break room.

His glasses slipped down his nose, fogged and crooked from sweat and motion. One sharp thrust, and they fell, clattering somewhere on the table as his hands grabbed your waist tighter and he fucked you, raw and fast, his dick pistoning in and out with filthy, wet sounds that echoed off the walls.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “Taking every inch. Fucking soaking me, baby, your pussy’s starving.”

You were crying now, lips parted, eyes rolling, your body jerking forward with every brutal thrust.

And it built.

Fast.

Too fast.

“Mingi…” you gasped. “I…. I’m… fuck…. I’m gonna….. I’m coming!”

“Come for me,” he growled, fucking into you harder, deeper, his hips snapping against your ass, desk rattling beneath you. “Come on this dick, baby, make a mess for me, show me how good I make you feel.”

You screamed. Your entire body seized, muscles locking, back arching as your orgasm slammed into you like a wave, crashing so hard you gushed around him, slick, hot, everywhere, your walls clenching so violently around his dick that it pushed him out, his length slipping free with a loud, soaked sound as your legs collapsed beneath you.

“Mingi…. fuck!”

He groaned, low and guttural, staring down at you, wide eyed, watching as your release dripped down your thighs, pooling beneath you, your body still twitching, hips jerking in aftershocks.

He reached down, stroking himself once, twice, still soaked in your slick, his voice cracked and ruined.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he panted. “You just…. squirted me out.”

You whimpered, still breathless, wrecked, your legs trembling and soaked, lips parted around a moan that never fully formed.

Your legs were shaking. Your whole body still pulsed from the orgasm he’d ripped out of you, from the way your release had forced him out, your slick dripping down your thighs, glistening on his dick, coating his abdomen.

And still, you weren’t done. You blinked up at him, chest heaving, face flushed and wrecked, tears dried on your cheeks, lips parted and slick.

He was standing there, shirt open, glasses gone, his black tie still hanging around his neck like a leash only you had the right to pull.

And you did. You turned around, barely steady, hands gripping the edge of the table as you sat up, legs trembling as you reached for him. Your fingers curled into the silk of his tie, tugging him down, his lips brushing yours, both of you panting into the space between.

Then you pulled harder.

Tugged him closer.

And he let you.

Your thighs opened just enough to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind him as you used your last ounce of strength to drag him back in.

Mingi moaned, loud, needy, as his dick slid through your soaked folds, catching on your entrance, your heat guiding him right back to where he belonged.

And when you whispered, raw, broken, “Come back to me,” he lost it. He grabbed your hips and sank back in. Slow. Deep. All of him.

You both moaned at the stretch, your whimper soft and shaky, his curse hot and ragged as your body pulled him in, still fluttering around him, still dripping wet and desperate.

“Fuck,” he gasped, forehead falling against yours. “You’re… you’re still so tight.”

You clenched around him on purpose, lips brushing his. “I don’t care,” you breathed. “I want it.”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter, lifting you slightly, adjusting the angle as he rolled his hips, burying himself to the hilt making you cry out, arms flinging around his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist like you needed to hold him inside.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice shaking now. “I’m right here, baby. Gonna fuck you so good….. make you mine.”

You nodded against his neck, body trembling with every deep, perfect stroke as he started moving again. This time? Not rough. Not fast. But deep. So deep.

Each thrust sent soft, wet sounds echoing in the quiet room, your bodies sticky and tangled, skin slapping against skin as he filled you again and again, his forehead pressed to yours, lips ghosting over your mouth with every moan.

“Mine,” he whispered. “You hear me? Fucking mine.”

And you didn’t argue. You couldn’t. Because with every stroke, every kiss, every filthy whisper, he was making you his, deep inside you, his breath ragged, his abs twitching as your body clenched around him like a vice. He was trying to pace himself, trying to savor it, to feel every second of you wrapped around him.

But your voice? Your voice broke him.

“Harder,” you gasped, legs still locked around his waist, your hips grinding up to meet every slow thrust. “Fuck…. please, Mingi… harder, I need it, I need you to fuck me, I want you to come inside me…. make me come again!”

He froze. Just for a second.

Like a man possessed.

And then?

He growled.

Low. Animal.

And started slamming into you.

You cried out, your back arching off the table, arms flying around his neck, legs tightening as he pounded into you now, hips snapping with brutal precision, dick driving into you so deep you could feel it in your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…. just like that…” you sobbed, your hands flying to his hair, grabbing it hard, yanking him closer as your other hand fisted his tie and pulled.

Mingi moaned, loud, helpless, as your nails dragged along his scalp, your lips brushing his jaw. “Fucking…. please…. don’t stop…. yours…. don’t fucking stop!

He didn’t. Couldn’t.

He adjusted his grip, slid one arm beneath you, lifting you just enough, just high enough to angle you perfectly, so every thrust hit your spot like he’d mapped it out.

“God, baby…” he panted, hips slamming into you. “You feel so fucking good, you’re so wet… I’m gonna… fuck….. I’m gonna…”

You were already gone. Your moans had turned into sobs, your nails dragging down his back, your pussy fluttering around him as your body got tighter, hotter, seconds away from detonating.

“I’m gonna come,” you whined. “Mingi… fuck…. please, come with me… fill me, baby, PLEASE!”

And when your body snapped, legs shaking, toes curling, mouth open in a silent scream as you soaked him again, clenching his dick, milking him for every inch, he broke.

With a roar that echoed in the empty office, Mingi slammed into you one final time, his entire body locking up as he came deep, dick twitching, cum spilling into you thick and hot and endless, his arms holding you like he was afraid he might disappear inside you completely.

You shook together.

Bodies tangled.

Mouths gasping against each other as he rutted through the last few pulses of release, burying himself to the hilt, filling you full as you both came down, wrecked, undone, shaking.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours, your hands still in his hair, his tie twisted around your fist. “feel like I just died and resurrected.”

You could barely breathe.

But you smiled.

Because if that was death?

It was fucking phenomenal.

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The office felt brighter the next morning.

Or maybe that was just the smug satisfaction rolling off you in waves as you walked side by side with Mingi toward Ms. Hwang’s office, both of you dressed a little too sharply, a little too composed for two people who definitely hadn’t slept.

You were sore in places you didn’t know could be sore.

Your thighs ached.

Your voice was still a little raspy.

But your lipstick?

Perfect.

Mingi looked just as lethal. Fresh shirt, hair styled, glasses cleaned, and that same black tie you’d been gripping in your fist hours ago? Oh, he wore it again. Loose around his neck. Like a reminder.

You knocked once on Ms. Hwang’s door, then pushed it open without waiting for a response.

She glanced up over her glasses, then back down at her watch. “You’re early.”

You both smiled.

“Thought we’d make your morning,” Mingi said smoothly, stepping forward to set the finished binder and flash drive on her desk.

“All files finalized,” you added, sliding the summary sheet into place with the kind of precise, practiced fingers that had absolutely not been wrapped around a dick twelve hours ago.

Ms. Hwang raised a brow. “You two actually finished?”

Mingi chuckled low under his breath. “Oh, we finished.”

Your elbow jabbed into his ribs so fast even your boss missed it.

“Everything’s proofed,” you said, keeping your expression neutral. “Slides are clean. Data’s perfect. Talking points are locked.”

She glanced through the binder, flipping a few pages, nodding slowly. “This is… good. Surprisingly good.”

You and Mingi shared a look.

Your smirk curled lazily at the corner of your mouth. “Oh,” you said. “We work well under pressure.”

Ms. Hwang gave you both a look, half suspicion, half, if I find out you were screwing in my office I swear to god, but ultimately said nothing. “Fine,” she said, closing the binder. “Presentation’s at 10 a.m. Don’t be late. Don’t be sloppy. Don’t embarrass me.”

You both nodded.

“Understood,” Mingi replied, then turned and walked out beside you like the model employee.

The second the door closed, he leaned closer, whispering by your ear, “Kind of hot watching you act professional when you were begging for my dick last night.”

Your head snapped toward him.

“Don’t start.”

“Already did.”

“Keep talking and I’ll actually stab you with a pen.”

Mingi just grinned, slipping his hands in his pockets.

“Only if you say please.”

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Ateez members when you squirt. Ft hyung line

Including: Hongjoong , Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang x fem!reader (all separate!)

Warnings: studio sex (hongjoong) dirty talk, squirting, name calling (slut, dumb little thing), mean! seonghwa, porn no plot, overstimulation, possessive! yeosang, unprotected sex, choking (yunho), size kink (yunho), Daddy kink (Yunho), dirty dirty dirty just dirty so prepare yourself, lmk if I missed anything

Authors note: I'm so happy the maknae line received lots of love 😚 here's the hyungs!!! I love yunho btw 😋

Hongjoong.

“Don’t move.” His voice cut sharp through the low hum of the studio monitors, barely audible over the looping instrumental still playing in the background.

You were supposed to be here for feedback on a demo. Just to sit pretty in his lap while he worked. But then he slipped his hand between your legs during playback—just to “check something.”

And now you were panting, lips bitten raw, clinging to the armrests of his black studio chair like they were the only things keeping you tethered to earth.

Hongjoong’s fingers were coated in your slick, his knuckles deep inside you while the pad of his thumb rubbed quick, unforgiving circles over your clit.

“Look at you,” he murmured into your neck, voice low and dangerous. “So fuckin’ wet in my chair. Acting like you didn’t wear that skirt just so I’d do this.”

“Joong—p-please—” you whimpered, voice cracking, not even sure what you were begging for. To stop? To keep going? You didn’t even know anymore.

“You feel that?” he whispered as he crooked his fingers just right, curling them up against that spongey spot inside you that made your legs kick. “You’re close, aren’t you? So fucking close.”

Your hips bucked. The coil in your belly was snapping tighter and tighter and—

“Oh my god—!”

In a split second, his hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your cry as a gush of wetness spilled out of you, soaking the front of his sweats, the leather of his chair, and dripping down your thighs.

You squirted.

All over him.

Hongjoong stilled. His fingers still nestled deep inside your pulsing heat, the other hand still clamped over your mouth. His breath was shallow. And then he laughed.

“Holy shit.”

You squirmed, blinking hard, barely able to see through the tears blurring your vision. “I-I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry I—”

“Don’t apologize.” He pulled his soaked hand back slowly, glistening in the dim LED light, watching your cunt twitch around nothing now. “Fuck. That was beautiful.”

You flinched when he leaned down and licked the mess off his own fingers, groaning like he’d just tasted the best meal of his life.

“You made a mess, baby,” he mocked sweetly, palming the soaked fabric of your panties now stuck to your skin. “Didn’t think I could make you squirt, huh?”

You shook your head, cheeks burning.

Hongjoong gripped your chin, forced you to meet his gaze—intense and hungry, his pupils blown wide with lust. “You’re gonna do it again,” he said simply, like it was fact. Like you owed him that.

“W-what? I—I can’t—”

“You can.”

He dragged you off his lap, bent you over the mixing console, careful not to press any buttons—though at this point, you wouldn’t have noticed if the whole song deleted itself.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he growled, freeing himself and shoving back into your soaked, trembling hole. “And this time, you’re gonna squirt on my cock like a good little slut.”

The music kept playing. The beat rolled on. But all you could hear was the slap of skin, the lewd squelch of your wetness, and Hongjoong’s filthy voice in your ear:

“That’s it, baby. Dumb little thing. Cumming again already? God—you really are mine.”

And you did. Again. And again. Until you couldn’t even cry anymore, only whimper and shake and thank him with slurred babbles.

The studio was ruined.

He didn’t care. He kissed the crown of your head and whispered with a devilish smirk:

“Let’s get that on the next track.”

Seonghwa.

Seonghwa was so pretty when he was gentle. The soft-spoken voice, the feather-light kisses, the way he tucked your hair behind your ear like you were glass.

But that wasn’t the version of him hovering over you now.

His hands were planted beside your head, and his hips were deep—so deep inside you, your belly ached. Sweat glistened down his neck, damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead. And his dark eyes… they weren’t soft anymore.

“Thought you said you could handle it, princess.” He thrust in once, slow but devastatingly deep. “So why are you crying?”

“I-I’m not—ah! Hwa—!”

Your voice pitched up into a sob as the next thrust knocked the breath from your lungs. You could feel yourself getting wetter, feel your thighs trembling and twitching as he pulled back and slammed into you again.

“Liar.”

He dipped his head low, kissing the tears from your cheeks while his cock bullied your walls open all over again.

“You said you could take it.” A hand slid under your leg and pushed your knee up to your chest. “You begged for it, remember?”

You nodded weakly, fingers gripping the sheets, eyes rolling back.

His pace was cruel now. Calculated. Your slick coated his lower stomach, smearing against his skin with every thrust.

“God, this pussy’s filthy. You’re fucking dripping,” he hissed. “Look at you. You're making a mess on me.”

“H-Hwa—please, it’s too much—!”

“Too much?” he echoed, mocking, as his thumb found your clit and started circling fast, relentless strokes. “This too much? Or this?” He pressed harder.

That’s when it happened—your entire body seized up and then released.

Warm liquid gushed out from you, soaking his thighs, your own skin, the sheets. You squirted so violently it splashed his hips.

Seonghwa didn’t stop. Not even close.

He growled low in his throat and pulled out for a second just to watch it. Watched your cunt pulse and gush and spasm like you were ruined from the inside out.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, voice husky and hoarse. “You squirted for me.”

You could barely breathe. “I—didn’t mean—”

“Yes you did,” he cut in. “You wanted to. Your body begged for it. Don’t pretend you’re not a little slut for it now.”

You whimpered, biting your knuckles.

Seonghwa climbed back between your legs, cock still hard, dragging it up and down your soaked slit. He didn’t slide in yet—just rubbed his tip against your clit, teasing, tapping. Watching you squirm.

“Wanna do it again.”

“I—I can’t,” you breathed out, voice hoarse from moaning.

“You can. You will.” He finally pushed back inside—too slow, too deep—and your eyes immediately crossed.

“There’s my girl,” he purred, kissing your jaw, then nipping it. “Gonna fill you up this time, make you squirt while I cum in you. Don’t stop till you do.”

And he fucked you through it, again and again, until the only words you could say were half-spoken sobs and the sound of your own squirt hitting the ruined sheets.

Yunho.

“Holy shit.”

Yunho froze for a half-second, blinking down at where you lay trembling beneath him—your thighs shaking, your pussy gushing.

Clear liquid sprayed from between your legs, soaking his stomach, his cock, and the sheets beneath you both.

He stared, wide-eyed, lips parted. Then his expression twisted.

Into a grin.

“Did you just fucking squirt?”

You let out a choked sob, covering your face with your hands in pure embarrassment.

“D-Don’t—Yunho—”

“Oh no, no,” he laughed darkly, reaching up to yank your wrists away and pin them to the bed. “You don’t get to hide from me now, princess.”

His cock was still buried inside you, twitching, hot and hard and pressing deliciously against the spot that had just made you lose control.

“You squirted all over me, baby. That’s what this pretty little cunt does when it gets really full, huh?”

You couldn’t even talk. Just moaned, legs weak, cunt still fluttering from the orgasm that wrecked you.

“Was it too much?” he cooed mockingly, thrusting his hips once—slow, just to feel you twitch again. “Can’t handle it?”

You shook your head. “C-Can… but—”

“But what?” he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “Wanna do it again?”

Your moan gave you away.

He groaned, like he was the one about to fall apart.

“Fucking knew it,” he growled. “Knew this pussy would be obsessed with me. Can’t even stop leaking.”

With your legs still spread open and held wide, Yunho started to move again. More deliberate this time—less punishing, more controlled. Watching you the whole time like a man obsessed.

And when your thighs twitched again—when your moans pitched up, when your hips tried to wiggle away from the pressure—

He sped up.

“Don’t you fucking dare run from it,” he hissed. “Wanna see it again. Wanna feel you gush around my cock, baby.”

“I can’t—! S’too much—”

“You can. You’re gonna squirt for me again, just like the messy little thing you are.”

Your toes curled. Eyes rolled. The pressure hit you even harder than the first time—like a dam about to break.

And then—

“F-Fuck—Yunho—!”

It happened. Again.

Your second squirt hit his thighs, his cock, your belly, everything.

Yunho’s laugh was breathless, wrecked. He kept fucking you through it, holding your legs in place, watching you fall apart with complete awe and total pride.

“That’s my girl. That’s my dumb, messy girl.”

You were crying by the time your third orgasm hit.

And he didn’t stop. Not even close.

“Not done ‘til you’ve soaked the whole fucking bed.”

Yeosang.

You had always assumed Yeosang would be soft.

Gentle. Polite. Almost shy.

But now you were underneath him—spread open, legs over his shoulders, dress bunched around your waist, his cock buried inside you—completely wrecked and shaking.

And Yeosang?

Yeosang hadn’t said a word.

Not one.

Just stared down at you with that unreadable, infuriatingly calm look on his face while he fucked you slowly—so deep, so controlled, so consistent it was driving you insane.

Your fingers twisted in the sheets. “Y-Yeo—can’t—”

His hand came up to your throat—gently, but firm enough to make your next gasp catch—and his hips rolled again.

Right into that spot.

Right into that place he kept hitting again and again and again.

“You can,” he finally said, voice quiet but sharp. “You can take it, baby.”

You whined, vision blurring. “M’gonna—f-feels—”

Yeosang looked down between your bodies, his brows twitching ever so slightly when he saw it.

The wet.

The way your pussy clenched hard around him and started gushing—clear liquid spraying with each helpless jolt of your hips.

You squirted.

You didn’t mean to. Didn’t expect to. But it happened.

“Oh.” His voice dipped lower. Still calm. Still steady. But different.

“You’re squirting?” he murmured, more to himself than you. “That’s how good it feels?”

You covered your face. “I-I—Yeosang—”

He reached down and pulled your hands away, grabbing both wrists and pinning them above your head.

“Don’t hide,” he said, and this time there was a flicker of something smug in his eyes. “Let me see what I did to you.”

You shuddered.

And then he did it again.

Same angle. Same roll. Same deep thrust right against the spot that made your body jerk.

You squirted again.

“Mm.” He tilted his head, blinking slowly. “So messy. What a cute little thing you are.”

“Yeo—Yeosang—too much—!”

“Then cum again.”

That deadpan. That almost disinterested tone as he kept pounding into your soaked cunt, no change in pace, no hesitation, just quiet confidence as he made you come again—

—and squirt again.

The sheets were soaked. Your thighs were shaking. You were gasping, clawing, babbling.

And Yeosang was still looking at you like you were his favorite fucking experiment.

“Didn’t know you could do that,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Guess I’ll have to keep making it happen. Over and over. Until you can't even blink without dripping all over me.”

Writing by @lustlvii please do not translate or publish anywhere

[emperorgeta-bitchblog]

Fill you up. Jeong yunho

warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, light size kink, creampie, overstimulation, slight choking (18+ content)

Authors note: English isn't my first language, sorry if there's mistakes!!

You shouldn’t have worn his shirt to bed. That was your first mistake.

Oversized and soft, it hung down to your thighs, brushing just over the curve of them. Yunho had already been watching you all day — cuddled up on the couch with your legs in his lap, teasing him with that sleepy voice and the way you always acted like you didn’t know what you were doing. But now?

Now he had you underneath him, legs spread wide and trembling around his waist, your fingers locked into the sheets as he buried himself to the hilt. Over and over. His low groans melted into your ear as your head rolled back, mouth open in a moan that didn't have time to finish before his hips snapped again.

"You feel that?" he growled, voice ragged as he bottomed out. “You’re taking me so well tonight, baby. Fuck—tight little pussy was made to be bred, wasn’t it?”

Your breath hitched. His words hit you like a slap, hot and heavy. You nodded dumbly, back arching, mouth fumbling for anything to say. "Y-Yunho—"

He leaned over you, pressing his weight down until his lips brushed your ear, hand sliding up to wrap loosely around your throat—not choking, not fully, just claiming. Holding.

“Say it. Say you want me to fill you up.”

“I—” Your voice cracked into a high-pitched whimper, and Yunho chuckled darkly, hips grinding slow and deep.

“You’ve been teasing me all week, walking around in my clothes, sitting on my lap like a little slut. What, you think I wouldn’t put a baby in you for that?”

He thrust once, then again, hard and deep and deliberate, and your whole body shuddered.

“Y-Yunho, please—fuck, please—fill me up, I want it, I want all of it—”

“That’s my girl.” His hand released your throat just to slip down between your legs, fingers working in tight circles around your clit. “You wanna be full of me? Walk around leaking all fucking day?”

“Y-Yes—!”

“You’re gonna take every drop. Gonna make sure it sticks this time.”

Your vision blurred. Your legs wrapped tight around his waist and you clung to him, hips jerking up into his thrusts, desperate for more—for everything. His name poured from your lips like a prayer as he fucked you harder, rough and relentless now, panting above you with that hungry, focused look that always undid you.

“I’m close,” he growled, voice tight and frayed. “You better cum with me. You better milk every fucking drop.”

You were already there, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave—tight, uncontrollable, aching. You clenched around him so hard it made him curse, hips snapping once, twice, and then he buried himself to the base with a ragged moan, spilling inside you in deep, hot pulses.

“F-Fuck,” Yunho breathed, still grinding through it, sweat dripping down his temple. “That’s it. Keep it in. Don’t waste a single drop.”

You trembled underneath him, twitching, over-sensitive but full—so full—and Yunho leaned down, kissing you like you were his everything.

His thumb brushed your lip, voice still thick. “You’re mine, baby. No one’s ever gonna fuck you like this. No one’s ever gonna fill you like I do.”

And with his cum slowly leaking out, he eased back… just to push it in again with his fingers.

“Round two?”

Writing by @lustlvii please do not translate or publish anywhere

[emperorgeta-bitchblog]

185cm in the morning. c.sb

nsfw + mdni

there’s truly no good reason, soobin thinks, to wake up alone when it’s his weekend off, a disappointed grumble escaping my his lips as his outstretched fingers feel the soft bedsheets beneath him, cold without you. the scent of coffee betrays where you’ve gone, streaks of sunlight too bright for how comfortable he could’ve been this early in the day. if twelve in the afternoon counts as early (it is). shuffling lazily down the hall, and there you are, abandoning him for a coffee?

sleep well? you giggle, his hair a tough messy from sleep, and like a heated blanket, all 185 cm of him pressed up against you as he drapes himself over you, arms lazily wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder, the sensation of his slow breathing against your ear as he nuzzles the crook of your neck. he nods without much intent, always so sleepy the morning after, isn’t he? a low moan slipping from his lips as your fingers reach up to play with his hair, tugging slightly with affection. why’d you get up, soobin mumbles.

i was going to come back, you know, you smile, although it’s not quite clear if he really accepts your apology. i don’t know if i should believe you, soobin responds, his heart shaped lips pressing against the corner of yours… and just for a second you’re distracted, unaware of the way his hand slips down your waist, until his long fingers press into your panties, feeling for your sensitive spot as his fingertips slide against the soft cotton fabric.

soobin—! you gasp, his lips pressed against your neck, his arm holding you in place firmly against him, as his fingers touch your clit, feeling as your resistance melts into him. good girl, he whispers, feeding his satisfaction with your quiet whimpers, the press of his bulge into your cute ass, long tshirt riding up, warmth spreading beneath your skin, suddenly aware of his body pressed to every centimeter of yours.

god, you’re so cute to him, completely at his mercy with just a little touch? the way you squirm into him, needy pants laced with lust, arousal covering his fingers as he pushes two inside, feeling the warm, wet clench of your pussy, neck tipped to the side to expose more skin, fresh hickeys and kisses replacing ones from last night, fuck, every sensation like a drug to him, addicted to pretty you, all his.

all the innocence of the morning lost,, could’ve been doing this back in bed… but it’s almost preferable when soobin pushed you against the countertop, your pretty face all dazed with desire, whining when you feel his fingers pull out, only to tug down your panties, flimsy cotton abandoned at midway down your thighs, a lazy smirk lacing his lips when it’s your hand, reaching back to tug his sweats and boxers down, whimpering please, held down to the smooth marble, trembling with anticipation when you feel the drippy tip of his heavy cock rut against your folds, peeking up at him with a look he can’t resist… as if he’d ever say no. so good for me, he murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ear, won’t let you leave bed if you can’t walk, pretty girl.

lol hai, too early in the morning for me to be writing coherently

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# soobin doesn’t like… pulling out !!

it’s the way he exhales, all breathy and laced with the slightest hint of a groan,, barely audible over the lewd, wet sounds of soobin clumsily thrusting with lusty impatience, dizzy and drunk on pleasure. and what more could he want, on the verge of a high, his slender muscles tense and sweat on his skin, red scratches adorning his back that sting slightly but it feels like love, a wet, heavenly mess of your pretty n warm pussy sucking him back in with every thrust, so well it sounds almost filthy with arousal, scent of sex clouding over his room at an ungodly hour.

mmf—fuck… ‘m— gonna cum– soobin moans, his hot breath fanning across your neck, messy with splotches of lovebites made in a rushed make out, escalated so quickly from there, didn’t it~? s-soobin, h-have ‘to pull o-out! you whimper, clinging to his broad shoulders as he fucks you so sloppily, uneven strokes drop in your warm cunt, because god, you’re a liar, always telling him to pull out, even when your pretty legs lock around his hips tighter, you don’t really want him to, do you~?

and he’s always pulled out, fucking’ dreaming of making a mess in your pretty pussy, the way you’d be so pretty with a mess of his cum coating your thighs n swollen folds rather than creamy white spilt on your soft stomach the way you always ask him to, can’t have it his way ever? not like anything would ever happen.

and fuck, soobin can’t help himself, not when you cum around his cock, clenching down with such cute mewls as your orgasm crashes down, burying your face into his shoulder and clinging tighter,,, why bother doing something you clearly don’t want him to do? and god, is it heavenly when he grips your hips and roughly thrusts hard, a breathy groan escaping his lips as he cums, warm cream filling’ you up all full as you wail at the sudden load, it’s just love, isn’t it? and making you all dizzy n confused, feels too good to even think anymore, when soobin thrusts n fucks his way through his high, the immeasurable feeling of raw warmth n cumming inside, filling you up with his cum, belonging to him from both inside n out?

his chest heaving, unwilling to pull out because fuck, your swollen pussy feels a little too good, all pretty when you’re seeing stars n full of his cum,,, and the way he slowly slips out, unable to look away at the mess of creamy white seeping between your folds when he pulls away… soobin’s addicted.

i like woke up from a nap and needed to write this lol

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make me juno! c.sb

nsfw + mdni. so like… we are all in agreement that this man needs to breed?

o-oh, soobin whines, one more, princess, please, his voice raspy with lust, hips sloppily rutting into yours, drunk on the absolutely lewd mess he’s made, legs thrown over his shoulders, exposing your creampied cunt, swollen folds absolutely drooling his cum, from how many loads? one, two, who knows, soobin doesn’t,, ‘cause all he can think about is how he’s filled you up so full of his cream, milky white in ropes over your thighs and seeping from your pussy, no matter how much he’s pushed it back inside with his massive cock, tip flushed cherry with inexplicable need, surely there’s… evidence to say he’s bred you up,, but there’s an urge deeper that begs for more, just one more, one more load and soobin will be satisfied, won’t he? need you ‘s bad pretty girl, can’t help it…

oh, how good it feels when his tip taps against your swollen pussy, barely pushing in and you’re whimpering. mhmm, can take it, s-soobin, there’s no harm if you’re knocked up… with his baby. oh, f-fuck, gonna let me give you my baby? his sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, soobin’s heart shaped lips spilling barely coherent strings of swears when your pussy’s sucking him in, in a lewd squelch of arousal and cum, your whimpers going to drive him so insane,, little bulge in your tummy and his hands gripping your hips so desperately, ‘til soobin’s stuffed you full, down to the last inch of his massive length, looking so pretty when you’re connected like this, yeah?

beg him to give it to you, when soobin’s messily ramming his hips into yours, each thrust so deep, dick must be hitting your womb, hmm? fucking incoherently, down to the raw need of breeding, buried his face in the crook of your neck as he pants like a dog against your skin, desperately gasping for air like no tomorrow, mhmm, gonna make you all round and swollen with his baby, let everyone know what he’s done to you, make it so obvious you’re his. one of him is cute, but two?

so pussy drunk… only pulling back to look down at you with lovesick eyes when soobin cums, hot cream filling you up with a rush of heat, clinging to his wrist cause it’s the only thing keeping you grounded, fresh tear streaks and drool on the corner of your lips, can’t think straight anymore, can you? except to whine his name as soobin slowly thrusts a little more, so deep.

binnie, ‘s full— you whimper, feeling him lie against your skin, pressed up to every inch of your body, exhausted and not wanting to pull out… sorry, baby, ‘m making sure, his arms lazily wrapping around you as if it was possible to be even closer,, kissing apologies on your neck as a sweet sorry… oh, just wait until the morning, surely… you’ll let him do it again?

no time like 4am to finish drafts from last year :>

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wc ::: drabble length sharinote ::: contains dumbification and some other stuff! unprotected sex as well as mirror sex… also pet names (SLIGHT daddy kink… im so sorry) and overstimulation + squirting and maybs a little roughness. this isn’t proofread grrr :(

[porn no plot] just your boyfriend fucking you dumb and making you squirt 👻

'dumb baby...' your boyfriend relentlessly fucked into you from behind — his breath hot and fanning against you neck, fueling to the fire that was your arousal.

the mirror in front of you was just as foggy as your brain — your eyes clouded, and rolled back as you babbled incoherently. 'mmm...' a soft groan fell bubbling from between your lips.

'you're drooling everywhere, sweet girl...’ your boyfriend’s rough thrusts coming to a slow halt as his hands snaked around your body. ‘here… give daddy your chin, sweetheart.' his long slender fingers came crawling between the valley of your breasts and past your neck to firmly grip you cheeks.

'look at you, sweetheart. so, so pretty.' as he forced your face up and out of the sheets his lips met your own in a sloppy wet kiss — one filled with passion and desire. once more, his hips forcefully slammed against your ass — red from the friction as he buried himself deep within your sopping cunt.

'good girl...' his hand groped the swell of your breasts. as you were overwhelmed with pleasure, you could feel yourself slipping away. what you’d assumed to be your third, maybe fourth orgasm crept up on you. 'aht aht...’ he tutted in your ear. ‘want you to look... watch it, pretty girl.'

you could feel him roughly repositioning your face yet again to stare into your reflection.

he trailed kisses along your neck, chuckling warmly as he saw your eyes snap open in awe at the scene before you: your thighs littered in hickeys your lips puffy and swollen and your whole body quivering in absolute bliss.

'ah! s'too much... s'so deep!' you squirmed. he pressed on the bulge poking out from your lower abdomen. 'too deep? m'only right here... how about this?' harder. deeper. you suddenly hit the mattress, his grip on your waist faltering as he fucked into you with even more dedication... slamming you down and splitting you open for the umpteenth time on his cock... he continued bullying himself cozily into your cunt as he drilled further, and further within you velvety wet walls. ‘ffuck… always so tight aren’t you, baby?’

'ahw fuck, fuck mh!' gasping, your fingers knotted up in the sheets as you moaned uncontrollably… back arching far into the bed before he lifted you up yet again — his tip practically kissing your cervix.

‘shit! w-wait…’ the knot in your stomach began to wrap itself up. waves of pleasure threatening to fall and crash over you if he continued — which he did.

it only took a few more thrusts — each drag of his cock soothing your high as you’d finally came.

sharp thrust after sharp thrust… you took note of how he carefully overstimulated you. harshly rubbing your clit even after your orgasm. ‘shit! a-already… fuck… I already came.’ you pout, whining. ‘I know, just hold on, baby… need one more thing from you.’

‘unghhh!’ the male had lifted you up once more… your reflection not your own as you appeared completely ruined. ‘how’s it feel hm?’ your sore core ached — burning hot as you cried, leaning into his neck. ‘don’t hide.’

‘feels like im ‘gonna pee…’ you mumbled beneath your breath. he nodded. ‘good girl, let go f’me.’

another knot came forming in your tummy…

‘w-wait! ohmygodohmygod..!’ and clear liquid shot from between you legs. drenching the sheets and you and your boyfriend's thighs.

the two of you breathed heavily collapsing onto one another as he kissed your forehead. ‘angel girl…’ he purred. ‘did so good for me yeah?’

lee heuseng: yang jungwon: choi soobin: kang taehyun: jeong yunho: choi san: taesan: leehan: park gunwook: suh johnny: lee jeno: whoever else your little heart desires 🤍

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Yunho singing "Yeah I could be gentle but that ain't what you like" while looking and sounding like this... Stop the damn show

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ohhh good lord i took a lap around my home for this

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Geta, Geta, Geta….