#He is standing with his hands on his hips asking why u didn't finish your math worksheet yet

[transfinan]

Is he perhaps a primary school teacher of some sort

[plmp0]

Just why

Summary: it was one of your routines to go live with some of your fans to show gratitude and probably attract more people to your group, but this time ur fan was a litlle too touchy for Sunghoon's liking.

Tags: idol!bf!sunghoon, idol!gf!reader,PWP, jealousy (for like 10 seconds), possessive sunghoon, kinda toxic, p in v, rough, mild choking, unprotected sex (don't do that), bulge kink, oral (m receiving), fingering, squirting, messy sex, aftercare. (I think that's all)

AU note: i wrote this at 4 am okay! idk wtf is this but yeah sorry if there is any mistakes and also eng is not my first language.

Sunghoon has been working out since this morning, he was so angry, seeing u flirt with a guy in a live was enough for him to loose his mind, he was used to u going live with one of ur fans once in a while and he was fine with it cause he knows how fans should be cherished as he has them as well, but when it's a guy that is constantly touching u, when his eyes never left u, he couldn't stand it, he is a person who gets jealous easily and he knows that and so u do and still you managed to upset him.

He sighed deeply and went to took a long hot shower trying to relax a little and calm his anger down, his muscles ached and his whole body was burning. He finished his shower wearing just his sweatpants while drying his hair, his eyebrows stuck together.

"You seem tense" u said from behind him and he didn't answer not even sparing u a glance, u came closer and rubbed his back, he let out a shaky breath, hands dropping the towel somewhere and he spoke without turning ur way "Did u really need to do a live with HIM?"

"Wdym?" U raised ur eyebrows, it was rule between both of u to not get into each other's work and it looks like Sunghoon forgot about that. He fixed his wet hair his voice hoarse "what i mean is that fan was Very touchy", u sighed rolling ur eyes Sunghoon has always been possessive for u but the thing is he doesn't have any reason to be so "well it's not like i was the one asking him to do that, we were live so anything i do can go against me, i tried to avoid his touches but yeah" u said sitting on his bed admiring his naked torso and the way the water in his hair falls on his body, Sunghoon clicked his tongue not liking ur attitude the slightest as he turned and looked into ur eyes and you got lost, his gaze was dark and full of anger hands on his hips flexing unintentionally his biceps and u felt small under his gaze, u swallowed thickly, his eyes following your every move as he took a step toward u, then another, and another until he stood right in front of u.

His fingers held ur chin forcing u to look at him "Sunghoon...", his thumb traced ur bottom lip shushing you as he sighed "why did u let him do that? Do u like it when a guy touches you? When he stares at you? When he flirts with you? Does it turn u on?"

His questions made you nervous, you know that his jealousy is the one speaking but u don't know why, maybe it's the tone he is using or the way his eyes darkened, either way he was intimidating. (and you liked that)

"Do u want me to show u what i do when i get mad?", he took a step forward, forcing u to fall back and his knee was between ur legs, his hands grabbed ur wrists holding them above ur head and his face was so close to yours,

"Tell me baby...what do u think i will do to u?" He breathed out his eyes on ur lips and u felt urself get turned on by the way he is acting, you have never seen him like this and you wanted him to go further "You tell me, Hoonie" u mumbled softly. "You like the sound of that? Me going feral?" He asked his eyes back to stare at urs.

"Show me then" u breathed out challenging him and he smiled, his eyes glinting dangerously, his hands tightening around ur wrists excited to take that brattiness out of you, He leaned into ur ear and bit your lobe whispering "i'm gonna wreck you"

Sunghoon pulled you up and pushed you towards the headboard of the bed, his body towering over yours, his hands went to hold ur throat making you moan softly, his tongue licked ur ear and trailed down ur neck leaving open mouthed kisses, he stopped near ur collarbone and sucked harshly, making you moan and squirm underneath him, he left a kiss on your shoulder and stopped to admire his art , his hands went to the hem of ur shirt pulling it off u and he threw it somewhere in the room, his fingers playing with the lace bra u had on, "white?" He thought ,u bit ur lip, your arms going to cover ur boobs and his eyes darkened.

"Don't hide yourself, let me see you" he let out his voice deep and husky, his hands grabbed ur wrist and held them over ur head his other hand undoing ur bra throwing it away and his eyes dropped to look at your exposed chest, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he felt his mouth dry, you are so beautiful and the fact that he has you for himself always makes his heartbeats fasten, your cheeks heated up as u felt his gaze on you and he mumbled mockingly "what? Did u take back ur words?" And you only shifted your eyes from him shying away from him, and he chuckled leaning to take on one of your boobs in his mouth, his tongue sucking harshly making you moaning, he kissed his way to ur other boob doing the same as you kept squirming.

His fingers played with ur hard nipples and his teeth grazed it, u whimpered and he smirked, his hands going to grab ur breasts and he gave it a harsh squeeze making u gasp arching your back, his thumbs rubbing ur sensitive buds, "so sensitive", he kissed ur nipple and took it in his mouth again tugging it slightly leaving you like a mess.

His hands grabbed the waistband of ur jeans and pulled it down noticing the wet spot on ur panties, "Soaked already?", u looked away embarrassed and he held ur chin in place "answer me"

"Yes" was all u could say, a smug smile formed on his lips as his thumb traced your bottom lip, and u sucked on it almost immediately and his eyes darkened even more if it's possible, his mouth attacked yours in a heated and messy kiss, his tongue dominating yours as always, and his hands lowered to your ass, squeezing and groping it harshly. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging his hair and he groaned into the kiss, his hand slapped your buttcheek hard and you pulled away to let a small cry, he kissed ur jawline and licked it numbing on it and u pulled his hair roughly, "hmmm" he hummed enjoying every moment of this. His finger slipped under ur panties and rubbed ur clit, "so wet" he chuckled, and you moaned loudly when his fingers went to your entrance rubbing your wetness and coating his fingers in it. "Fuck you drive me crazy! I can't think straight" his breath hitched. "I'm sorry" u whispered you know exactly how he keeps overthinking things and you can only imagine what was on his head after watching your live, he looked at u with hooded eyes oh how sorry you are going to be he thought "tell me what u want me to do to you" he whispered lowly, "Anything, everything, please, anything you want" u said desperate for release after the amount of teasing he put u through.

"Hmmm" he thought for a second and his mouth found your nipples again, sucking and nibbling at them, "Hoonie...please" u whined having enough from his teasing and wanting the real thing (lmao bye )

"Please what? Say it, use your words" he said almost mockingly watching you squirm not even able to form a proper sentence "Plea- hmmm, I need u, please fuck me"

He chuckled, his fingers slipped into you and u moaned loudly arching your back, his digits were long and slim and his thrusts were quick and rough, he pumped his fingers into u making your eyes roll back, his mouth went back to ur nipple while his other hand was holding your waist firmly and u arched your back pushing him deeper into you, "shit, shit, shit" u cried. He can feel his cock twitching every time u made a sound like that, ur expressions captured in his brain, he love to see you like this, so small, so helpless around him and he was about to lose it when u rolled ur eyes back hips following his movements.

"You're so hot, baby, do you know how many times i thought about fucking you while you were dancing? How many times i wanted to throw u on my lap and make you cum around me in the middle of the dance room? Do you know how many times i wanted to fuck you in front of those cameras to show everyone who u belong to" he groaned, his pace getting fast, "Ho-Hoonie" you cried, the sound of ur wetness was so loud, his hand was coated with your slick leaving a mess on the sheets as well, his fingers curled inside of u making you see white, and even at ur fucked state u couldn't help it but spot how his hard cock was throbbing through his sweatpants making you whine loudly, and he laughed darkly noticing u "you want it? Beg for it, tell me how much u need my cock"

"P-please, I- I need u, I want u, I can't take it anymore" u said desperately, his fingers pulled out and went to rub your clit very fastly his other hand keeping u in place as u tried to get away from his fingers at how intense you felt ur release coming, u cried as you came undone squirting all over his hand and his chest, Sunghoon looked at you satisfied, your legs were shaking panting heavingly, your body feeling weak already, "good girl, you did great" he kissed your forehead and got up, u frowned confused "Where are u going?" You asked and he pointed at his lower half "I'll be back, just give me a minute"

Sunghoon took off his sweatpants and boxers, his length springing free and smacking his toned stomach, your mouth watered, the way his dick curved upwards and the veins around it, the way his tip was red and the way his balls looked heavy,HE was perfect, his hand went to wrap around his member pumping it slowly, moaning at the feeling making you swallow the lump in your throat. "You like what u see?" He asked, his eyes half lidded, and his thumb smeared his precum around his tip, u nodded slowly "want a taste?" He asked and you got up crawling towards him making him smirk ohh how much he loves it when u act like an eager slut for him.

U sat on ur knees, looking up at him and he groaned when your warm tongue lapped the tip his hands went to pull ur hair, he groaned dropping back his head enjoying the way your mouth was wrapped around his tip before you started hollowing your cheeks and sucking him, his eyes noting the was u didn't dropped eye-contact making his breath hitch and u felt his cock twitch in ur mouth.

You tried to take him as far as u can but he is just too big and long that it wasn't possible for u to not gag, his eyes opened and he looked at you again, his thumb wiping the tears in your eyes loving the way ur mascara was messed up  and his other hand cupped ur cheek caressing it softly and your eyes met his again after rolling back, he smiled lovingly at you and the way his eyes turned so soft made ur heart race. He pulled out of ur mouth, his tip smacked his stomach and you couldn't help but admire him, "do u like it? Do u like it when i treat you like a princess while i'm rough with you?" He asked and u nodded, he hummed and went to lay down on his back and you crawled over him, he held his length and u positioned yourself on top of him, his tip teasing your entrance before going inside you and he groaned at how warm and wet u felt his hands guiding you to sit on him and take more of him slowly, the stretch was so good and he hissed as u moaned feeling him filling you up completely, his hand rested on ur hips his eyes closed enjoying how good u feel, and u moved on top of him, rolling your hips slowly as u kept moaning "shit" u whined,picking up ur pace bouncing on his cock, his eyes were now glued to the way his dick disappears inside of you, "god! so tight" he groaned, his hand slapped your buttcheek harshly and the way you clenched around him made him grunt, he thrusted his hips into yours, hitting your sensitive spot again and again until you cried.

"So close, i'm so close" you mumbled and his hand went to grab your neck making you choke mind going crazy, "I'm close too, baby" he whispered.

He kept pounding into you making the bed squeak you were sure ur neighbors heard everything as your moans were getting so loud, he let go of your neck and you lowered ur body taking more of him making him lose his mind one of his hands now traveled down to feel the bulge in ur stomach and his eyes rolled back at that his thrusts now fast and hard, it felt so good, his cock twitched inside of you and u knew that he is about to release at any moment you closed ur eyes enjoying the way he was grunting and groaning, his hands went to hold onto your ass delivering a hard smack making u scream as he kept fucking you into oblivion. You kept getting close and you struggled to hold ur release "Cum inside, fill me up, please" u begged wanting to cum with him and he chuckled "my eager slut" he cooed his thrusts never slowing down, "m gonna make sure to fill u up dw" his fingers went to play with ur clit making your body shake uncontrollably as u dropped your head on his shoulder crying not able to hold ur release anymore and he whispered into your ear lowly "cum, baby" You rolled your eyes back, and let out a scream cumming hard on him, his hips stuttered against u his cum filling you up as well, he groaned deeply,"fuck, take it" he rolled his eyes his movements not stopping until he got rid of his high fucking his cum inside you more, his arms going to hug you and his lips kissing your head sweetly, the two of you laid there trying to catch ur breath, your legs were trembling, your body was weak, you felt him softening inside of you and he kissed your head again whispering sweet words in your ear as his hands rubbed your back soothingly.

"You ok?" He asked and u hummed not wanting to talk making him laugh at ur cuteness and knowing how exhausted you were, his hand caressed your hair, you loved this side of him it makes u fall for him more, knowing that you are the only one with whom he can act so sweet and soft, only you are allowed to see his vulnerable side, his weakness, u sighed softly hugging his buff body "m sure m gonna wake up someday passed out just because of your hard grip" u joked feeling his hug tightening, he smirked playing with ur hair "the only hard thing you are gonna wake up to is my morning wood darling" You looked at him shocked and his smirk only got bigger, u pushed him lightly "Park Sunghoon!" He laughed at ur reaction, his hand going to brush a strand of hair away from ur face moving so you can face him, he looked into ur eyes deeply his gaze was so soft, so gentle, full of love, his thumb brushed against ur cheekbones and he whispered lovingly "i love you"

Ahhhhhhhhh i should go to sleep fr, but yeah i hope u enjoy ~~

[jellyluvr]

Hii! Could u do a smut where Tate Langdon Is a virgin and begs for me to take his virginity ?

A special present

- Tate langdon x fem reader ⋆ ˚

Okay thought that gif of him was hot af!! Omg he's so cute but anyway I kinda need some more info on this one. Like gender and what type of tate but I'm gonna do that myself. Also, sorry for the wait anon. This has been sitting in my drafts far too long. Tate is 18 too btw (I made him 18 4 this)

Present isn't a present either that's sarcasm

Tw: loss of virginity, tate whining like a baby, wasted orgasm, slow burn I think too, and a mommy kink!! 🥳 (u guys r contagious)

S: tate had been jerking off way too long and he still couldn't finish, so he needed a little help.

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Tate was of course in your room like one be.. jerking off. You weren't home yet. He knew you wouldn't be home for a few minutes, and he had been beating it for like 20. He couldn't find the right way.. the right spot.

It frustrated him. He just wanted to cum and he couldn't even do that? Jesus christ. He was such a loser it was unbelievable. Jerking off in your girlfriends room..

He would've asked you but you would never touch him. Even if it was a hug, you refused. And it was simply because you were not ready. He was ready! He had been ready. And just thinking about it was making him soft. He didn't want to just leave it though.. he wanted to cum. He wanted that feeling.. the feeling of straight bliss run through his body. He craved that.

He leaned back against the wall, looking at his dick sighing. His pants were unzipped, his flap completely open along with the button. His dick was completely out, one hand holding his shirt up as he looked down. He had never been able to use any toys. He couldn't, really. He was 18. That would've been really weird to ask for. It was legal but I mean he couldn't even leave the house. And he wasn't going to ask you for a sex toy.

Tate began to think about you. Mostly your hands while his went back to his dick. A satisfied breath came out of his mouth, his body feeling a little more loose as he continued to touch himself. Just as he was, you walked in, and tate looked up, a smirk going over his lips as he continued. You looked, rolling your eyes before setting your things on your bed.

You acted like you didn't care, but seeing that made your mouth slowly salivate.

"What are you doing?" You said with an annoyed tone, trying to give him a hint for him to leave. Asap. "Thinkin' about you." He smiled, his hand moving a little faster. You looked, your head turning as you bit on your lip, moving to sit on your bed. "Can you not? Go jerk off away from me, please." You complained, and tate was honestly surprised.

He had thought you'd immediately come over and touch his needy dick some.. but you didn't? He stopped, annoyed as well. Maybe this was why he was a virgin.

"Can you please just touch me a little?" You heard him walk over, also kicking his jeans off in the process. You really wanted to, but you couldn't. "No." Tate sighed, plopping back on the bed, your head turning behind you to see his erect dick, standing attention. "Please, momma?"

Tate had seemed to think of the perfect thing. You felt your slick grow a bit, your eyes closing as you turned back forward shaking your head. "No, tate." You said sternly, your voice cracking a bit. Tate licked his lips, smiling as his own hand moved to touch himself. He moved way too quick, little moans and whimpers escaping his mouth. You couldn't help but listen, taking your time to hear his little curses.

"Mm.. fuck." He moaned, bucking his hips, causing the bed to move a little. This was just his little plan. He had a few others if this didn't work, but it didn't seem to work anyway. You reached into your bookbag, grabbing a book before flipping to some page. Tate was seriously pissed now.

"Just a lil' bit? Please.. please mommy. Oh, please. I just need something.." he whimpered some, adding exaggeration as he touched his tip. It felt good, but not good enough. You felt nice too. Your pussy was getting wetter and with dick right behind you, you felt sort of bad. But who would that make you if you touched him? "Or sit on me. Ride me like the bad boy I am, momma."

You bit down on your lip harder, drawing some blood as you threw the book to the side, standing up and turning around to look at him. "Y'know what? I'll fucking touch you. But you're not getting what you want I'll promise you that."

You moved over to the other side of the bed where he was laying before slipping your shorts off and panties, your shirt coming next. You crawled up on the bed, sitting on his stomach as he looked at your tits in awe. His hands moved up to touch them, but you slapped them back immediately. Shaking your head. "Bad boys don't get treats." You pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him naked before moving down on his body, your pussy grazing over his dick perfectly. A small moan escaped his lips, desperate for any attention as he bit down on his lip.

You moved to where you sat on his thighs, his dick infront of you before you spit on it. His hips bucked up, his mouth opening slightly as he whimpered. He craved the stimulation, and he loved the tiniest amount you gave him. You could even feel how hot he was.. how warm his thighs were and his tip a cute pink color. He was lucky he had a nice size. And a pretty face.

Your fist wrapped around his shaft tight, going up and down with no preparation. He choke out a moan, his head darting back against the pillow as his back stiffened. "Fuck, momma.." he growled under his breath, his eyes closed as he became stiff. He was so pathetic. So easy to use. But, you'd be lying if your folds weren't coated in your own arousal.

You pumped him for another few seconds, then ripped your hand off, his dick twitching from the sudden movement. He whimpered more, looking down at his dick before looking at the ceiling with droopy eyes. His mouth became dry as he kept his mouth open slightly, smacking it when it got too deserted.

You moved up a little, guiding his cock in your folds as you rubbed him there for a moment, drawing many.. many moans out of him. "Please... please.." he begged. He wanted you to make him feel better than whatever he had done before, and you moved down on him, your skin plopping down on his as he looked down, feeling how tight you were.

"Fuck fuck fuck.." He said quickly. His chest moved up and down faster, and you moved up a little, then down as you rode him slowly. "Ngh.." his hands moved up to your hips, holding you tight as he grasped for anything to help him. It was a lot. And you were so tight.. so nice to move in. You liked it too. You loved it, and thar was why you got faster. You moved quicker, tates hands going up to your chest while he squeezed your moving tits with a groan.

Your hands cupped his, your body moving much faster as you looked him in the eyes his rolling back with pleasure. "You like that, baby?" You laughed lightly, moaning some yourself. Your hair was beginning to bounce, and tates hands clutched your tits hard, pushing a moan out of you.

Tate looked up at your eyes, at your glimmering face and his breath hitched, watching as the bed began to move with a creak. It continued, and tate was closer and closer to his release. So close.. "I'm gonna cum.. oh god... I'm gonna cum.." he panted, watching as you rode him faster, his mouth making a perfect o as you slipped off of him quickly, right before he came.

But, streams of white painted his chest, his eyes closing as he looked at the mess he made on himself. He didn't even get what we wanted, and he looked up at you, clearly annoying and frustrated. "Why-" he started, "because you were bad. Bad boys don't get their way." You got off of him, your hand traveling down to your throbbing clit as you began to touch yourself, forcing tate to watch.

He couldn't even play with you either.. this hadn't been his plan. Not at all.

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Don't think this is the best but idk? Mommy shit is leaving a mark on me tho. Yall got me fucked up omg. Also this is based off this one porno I watched. Haha, anyway hope u like it!! I did try but idk if it's really a relatable thing yknow? Also I went way off the request but I hope you enjoy, anon! 🩷

Taglist: @kaismanwich @tatelangdonsgirll @daylas-life @hyperharlz @kaiju-superstar @howtobesasha @luttic @ima0nahlol

And hella short. Sry for that too. And I apologize for the shitty plot ig? I couldn't find anything to make the reader h8 tate.

[d10nyx]

Hi pookie bear… its ur favorite anon again..

Hear me out, Step brother! Leon whos dear innocent little step sister gets stuck somewhere (interesting position..) and leon cant help himself when he sees her predicament so he takes advantage of the situation and the fact that she asked him to help her get unstuck. (maybe a threat of leaving her stuck at some point, its up 2 u bbg)

ily snoogle 😍🫶

hello to... my favourite anon omg. if you say so it must be true :3

i'm hearing you out!! idk why but silly porn tropes make me giggle sometimes... listen don't analyse the logistics of acc being able to get stuck like this. i see how much space there is under the dumb beds girlies get stuck under in porn we all know it doesn't make sense

ILY EVEN MORE POOKIE... here's a drabble for you :3

nsfw below the cut - tw: stepcest, brief dub-con, leon is a little mean :((

"What the-" Leon's footsteps falter as he walks past you, stopping to take in the predicament you've gotten yourself into. He snorts out a laugh as he sees you, and you can practically sense that dumb smirk plastered on his face despite not being able to see him.

Having an ottoman bed was usually great. Your room was the smallest(Leon had promised to make your life a living hell if you took the bigger one) so having the extra space was nice. You just had to lift the slats and mattress up and boom! Free storage unit.

Of course, you're not that lucky, so the stupid thing failed on you and snapped shut with you still leaning over to look for stuff, trapping you inside. Your whole upper body was incased, and the angle was so awkward you couldn't get any leverage to push the damn thing open again.

"Leon!" You breathe out, feeling relief that someone had found you. You thought you'd be stuck under here forever. "Jesus, thank fuck. Can you help me get out of here?"

"You know, as much as I'd love to help you," He starts, steeping closer until he's right behind you. His hands settle on your hips, giving them a little squeeze. Your breath hitches at the contact, and you try to squirm away from his touch.

"I think you could stand to stay there a little longer." He finishes, his fingers brushing the waistband of your shorts.

"Leon... dude." You hiss, trying to squirm away from his touch. His hands have your cheeks burning up, your brows furrowed in confusion. "This isn't funny! What the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" He repeats, letting out another laugh as he starts to slowly tug your shorts down. You can feel his gaze locked onto you as he slips them down so they pool at your knees. "I'm taking advantage of the situation. It'd be a shame to let this... opportunity go to waste."

"Oppur... wait. Leon, you can't be serious! Come on, this is messed up! Just help me out!"

"No can do, sis." He hums, brushing his thumb against your panties. Damp. Looks like you were enjoying this more than you let on. "Mom and dad have gone out, so... either you stay here for the next few hours, hell... maybe even the rest of the day, or you let me have my fun, and I'll getcha out."

You pause at his words, biting your lip. You didn't really have much of a choice. Your abdomen was already aching from being pressed so harshly against the bedframe by the part of the bed that lifts. You didn't want to be here for hours.

"I-I guess... just... I don't know, Leon, I haven't..." You mumble, your voice a lot less snappy than before.

"Aww, princess... where'd your attitude go?" He coos teasingly, rubbing circles onto your clit through your panties. You jolt at the sensation, moaning softly. "My baby sis is a virgin? That's cute."

He tugs at your panties, letting them drop down with your shorts. You hear him take a sharp intake of breath in as he looks at you, his fingers spreading your puffy lips.

"Don't worry. I'm not a complete asshole. Just a small one." He says cheekily, and then you hear the dostinct sound of a belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans. A moment passes when you can hear the rustling of fabric, and then his hands are on you again.

"I won't fuck you. Yet. But I'll make us both feel good, sweetheart." He says, giving you a few light smacks to your ass.

"Okay..." You breathe out, your heart rabbiting in your chest. You swallow hard, brows furrowing as you hear him shift.

"That's a good girl." He grunts, slotting his cock between your folds. That's where he keeps it, just rutting his cock against you. You coat him in your arousal, the slick sounds of your pussy echoing in the room as you drip all over his cock. His tip brushes your clit every time his hips jerk forward, making you whine.

"You do owe me now, sweetheart." He groans, forcing your legs together so the fat of your thighs keeps his cock secure as he humps your cunt. "I better be the one to break you in. Want my cute step-sister's pussy all to myself."

"Y-yeah... all yours..." You breathe out, trying to rock your hips back to get more friction against your sensitive nub. You whimper as the change in angle has his length dragging along your folds deliciously.

"Think I watched a video like this once." He says with a huff of laughter, gripping your hips right as he chases his orgasm using your body. "Must've drained all the step-sibling content on PornHub... couldn't help myself seein' you stuck like this."

His thrusts start to grow a little sloppy, his breathing becoming more shallow. He's close already, and you're not far behind. He rolls his hips, angling himself to make sure he's giving you the friction you need.

Your body tenses as you cum with a loud moan of his name, twitching from the aftershocks. He groans and pulls away when you start whimpering from oversensitivity. You hear a few wet schlick sounds as he jerks himself off, flinching slightly when you feel his cum costing your ass and pussy.

He pulls up your shorts and panties without cleaning you off, making you cringe as they press the cum into your skin, a grimace crossing your face. You hear the sounds of him redressing before he's lifting the top of the bed, looking down at you with a cocky smirk.

"C'mon, princess. Up you get." He says, grabbing your wrist to pull you up. "And don't forget... I'll be back for more."

[hisaame]

OK kinda a specific request but like- could you do a Scara x fem!reader or gn!reader where he’s like overworking himself due to his studies(probably bc of his mommy issues sjsjks) and reader is like comforting and convincing him to go to sleep w her/them since it was late? Modern au ofc. And basically Scaramouche is being all stingy about it like “no I’m fine” and stuff but eventually goes to bed because of readers sweet words haha

Of m y god this ones adorablw i love soft scara THANK UU!!

╰⪼ “fine, for you." ♡

╰ — scaramoucheˊˊ」

╎『modern au!ˎˎ

[fluff] — 『warnings: workaholic scara, soft scara again (i swear these arent real warnings), cursing, scara mommy issues, readers pronouns arent used, but feminine body type』

It has already been a long week for you and Scaramouche, school was a pain in the ass, as well was studying. You would usually be studying at the schools library with friends, or mainly with your boyfriend, Scaramouche. But even with you being done with everything, he continued studying, alone.

It was late at night, around one in the morning, you had just finished some chores since you didn't have much to do, and you weren't tired then. But now you were, all the chores you did worn you out. You thought your lover jad already gone to sleep or is possibly waiting for you, but once you entered your twos' bedroom with a tired yawn, you saw Scaramouche still at the desk, focused.

'he's still studying?..' you thought to yourself, slowly walking over to your lover who seemed too focused to even notice your there. But with a gentle pat on his shoulder, he flinched slightly, then turned to look at you with tired eyes. "[yn]? Why aren't you in bed?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as his other hand still held a pen between his slender fingers.

"Shouldn't i be asking you the same thing?" you replied with a raised eyebrow, looking at Scaramouches own eyes that seemed to already have eyebags under them, his eyelids drooping as he forced himself to stay awake. "shit," he mumbled "you go, ill join you later. I have to finish this shit." with a groan, he turned back to studying, his eyes trying to soak in every word he reads from the book, and writing the more important things down.

You sighed, a bit frustrated now. "Scaramouche, please, finish it tomorrow, you look like you're barely awake." you pat his head, running your fingers through his dark indigo locks. You just loved him too much to let him overwork himself like this, he needs to be getting enough sleep. "Cant you fucking see i cant? This is important, alright? Do you think i wanna fucking do this either?" he groaned, frustrated with how long he's studied, and barely able to focus with his sleepiness. But seeing how he was a bit too mean to you, he mumbled "... Shit, im sorry. Love, please just go to bed, im fine."

he rubbed his eyes yet again as you replied "not without you. If im going to sleep right now, ill make sure you're right beside me.", you crossed your arms below your chest, glaring at your boyfriend. Why must you be so persistent? He cant even get his studies done with you like this. "I told you im fine, plus ill be in bed soon anyway." he put his hand on your hip, still reading over the words he's trying to memorize. His hand caressed your hip, then went around your thighs to pull you close. "There will be no later, come on." you groaned, too worried about your overworked lover.

"mmh, so soft..." the male mumbled, pressing his head against your stomach, to where he could reach since he was sitting down and you were standing up. He used your stomach as a head rest while reading. His hand still caressed your plush thighs. "Yeah? U can hug me all you want when we're in bed." you smirked, seeing how this was actually working. He narrowed his eyes, very tempted. After all, he could just finish this tomorrow, right? No big deal? Tomorrow he promises himself to study with you.

"fucking fine... Lets go. You better keep your word." he finally gave up, standing up lazily as the both of you walked to bed. He quite literally threw himself on the bed while you followed by doing it the.. safer way. He groaned as soon as he stretched his back, cramped from being in the same position. Now he gets his reward. You.

He lazily wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck, all while you held him in your arms. You did scold him a little for overworking himself, to which he only giggled and said "oops".

And he fell asleep almost immediately...

♡

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart X

Aemond was quiet the whole trip into the market and the carriage ride, I didn't  know if I should be worried or relieved, so I picked the latter ignoring the look he sent meant me.

I admire my gown, it was white gold with golden stitches of flowers in the middle of my midway, and short see through sleeves.

I heard Aemond cleared his throat making me look away from my gown to him, he looked annoyed and bothered at the same time making me raise my brow.

"Yes?" Aemond glance away before looking at me.

"You...Why did you do that."

"Do what?" I asked tilting my head to the side.

"You know what." He snapped making me give Aemond a look.

"You have to be more specific husband, I can't read your mind." Aemond rolled his eye.

"Why did you give that boy your ring?" Aemond questioned mad, " My mother put in effort buying you that gift you just gave it away, are--"

"I didn't give away the ring out of spite of your mother, Aemond." I roll my eyes, "It didn't even cross my mind that she brought it for me, I gave it to the boy because he looked like he haven't eaten in weeks." I finished.

Aemond was quiet again, I look at him to see him with a space out look like he was thinking about something.

"...so, you did it out of the kindness of your heart?" Aemond replied mockingly making me pull a face.

"Obviously, what else would I do it for? Unlike your mother, I don't need to pretend to me be a benevolent woman to hide my self righteousness." I turn away looking out of the window, looking out at the passing shops and stands.

I didn't turn away when I heard Aemond's shift around, but u did turn my head slightly feeling something rub against my foot and ankle making me glance at Aemond.

"What are you doing." I ask flatly

He smiled when he look at me.

"I am feeling a bit peckish," He moves to lean forward before getting off the bench to get on his knees in front of me, "And I remember vaguely you promising me a sweet for a my hard work."

A small smirk appeared on my lips at his words, I drone softly nodding my head.

"I did promise that, didn't I." He nodded his head in response as his hands drag down my skirt, "Well, a promise is a promise. Close your eye." Aemond look back up at me with a furrow brows confused, "If you want your treat you must close your eye, my prince." Aemond a frown a bit before doing what I did, i grab the pouch that sat next to me.

I opened it up taking one sugar grape between my fingers, I lean forward pressing the candy against his lips.

"Open up, my prince." I said sultry, and like before he did what I said making me  pushing the candy inside his mouth gently.

He opened his eye staring as he latch his lips around my index finger, making me pull my hand back with giggle. He smirk at me as he eats the sugar grape, I take one out for myself and pop it in my mouth before leaning back, moving the pouch to the side.

"How does your treat taste," I ask with a sly smile, Aemond hums as he swallow.

"...sweet."  I felt my skirt lift a bit and cold hand touch my ankle before trailing up and stopping at my calf, "But, I wish for something more sweeter," He grins when I roll my eyes, he didn't waste time before lifting my skirt and putting over his head.

I shook my head trying not to smile when he bit me, I put my hands over my face when I felt him get closer. I sigh into the palm of my hand as he indulge himself to me, sometimes he make it hard to stay silent, I wish he wait when we got back to the castle. I swallow griting my teeth at the tingly sensation in my stomach, I drag my hands on my face holding on to the bend and aemond's head.

I roll my hips alignment with him as he bring me close to the edge, I shudder biting down on my lip as a moan stayed stuck in my throat.

Aemond pulled away as I watch lazily, his hair was a bit disheveled, he comb his fingers through it before getting up and moving the pouch from next to me to take its spot. He got another sweet out and pop it in his mouth, before doing the same to me, he press it against my lips wanting for me to open until I did.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, as we shared the sweets together.                       

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The sun was slowly going down when I sat in my chamber in my afternoon gown, waiting on Enith return, just as I was thinking about the handmaid the door to my chamber opened making me look to see Enith.

She smiled at me with her hand behind her back, making me look at her curious.

"Before you asked, yes there is something behind my back, and yes I did lie to you about what I was really doing." I raised my brow at her amuse as she walks towards the bed and sat down, "I just hope you like it," she took her hand from behind her back, and opened her palm to reveal a bronze oval locket with a three headed dragon attached to a matching bronze chain.

Her thumb press the side making it open, she open it wider revealing a drawing inside. My heart weight heavy with sadness and joy at the face of my daughter, I put my hands over my mouth as I stare with welled up tears in my eyes.

"I had the blacksmith make the locket, and I drew the portrait." I look up at her in surpised moving my hands.

"You drew this?" She nodded her head, I look down at the portrait again, "It's beautiful...you captured every detail of her virtuous little face, it's..." I stopped myself feeling the lump grow in my throat as I kept my emotions down, I look back at Enith with a teary smile, "...this is the greatest gift you can give me, Enith, thank you." Enith smiled bowing her head bashfully.

"Thank you, your highness." I smiled at her before handing the locket back making her look at me.

It took her a second after I turn around to realize what I wanted her to do, I move my hair hair put of the way waited patiently as she put the necklace around my neck. It didnt take long for her to put over my neck and clamp it in the back, I turn around feeling her lean back and hug her.

Enith took in a sharp breathe before I pulled away, she look at me with grimace making me frown worried.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Enith massaged her temple before looking at me, she dropped her hand and gave a strain smile.

"I-I'm fine, princess." She stuttered, "Just a headache." She promised.

My frown deepen, I couldn't tell if she was lying or telling the truth, her words didn't match her face. She looked in pain for a moment before a look of relief dawn her features, maybe she was right about the headache, I can only imagine the stress she caused herself for picking out my present.

"Okay," I drawl out looking at her unsure.

I glance around the room not sure what else to say, I flicker my eyes over to enith when I knee she wasn't notcing and find her looking at my lap with scrunch up furrow brows as if thinking. I put my hands on my lap as they tap my thighs, enith looks away to look at me but I was fast enough to look away.

"You should get ready for the feast," Enith started after a moment, she stood going over to the gown I picked out earlier today at the table, "Very cute gown, my lady." She compliments admiring it as she takes it in her hand, "A cute gown for a beautiful princess." She turns smiling at me.

I smiled back with a less beaming one like Enith, I always feel a tad bit embarrassed and thankful when Enith compliments me. She reminds me so much of Valaena and Alyssa, they like my aunt and alyaena always had this power to make me feel noticed. They make me feel included and seen, if it wasn't for them I have no doubt everyone else will forget about me.

I'm grateful for that. Because sometimes I forgot about myself too, sometimes when no one haven't talk to me for a long period of time I forget that I'm a girl and sometimes imagie myself as a ghost. I remembered roaming around the castle passing by old paintings or statues of dragons and the decease, going into vacant rooms just to linger and move on.

I don't know why I always felt that way, it wasn't like everybody in the castle didn't like me, they just forget I was there sometimes. My fault mostly, I didn't speak a lot or to a lot of people and do much of anything outside my chamber, I was closed off like Maekar but not as scary or gloomy like him.

I always had Alyaena to play with and thay was enough for me, but the more I grew and aly started trying new things, I started realizing how much I hate being a ghost. When I found i was going to get married ro aemond, half my thoughts was a filled with worries while the other half was filled with glee thinking getting married would be a great way to do more and get seen.

And I was right for a while, aemond noticed me, he "liked" me but it was all a lie. I thought I would grow into a woman like my aunt rhaelle, beautiful and strong, but all i became was weak and useless. Being lied to, cheated on, and losing the only light that made it possible to live  in this dark didn't turn me miserable or bitter like I thought it would. It rather made me sensible and shrewd to my surprise, all because of enith, she was there by my side through it all, she always felt like a big sister watching over me, deep down in some way I don't know how to explain it...but she saved me.

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"...can you believe what happened between Lord Myre and Lady Flint," Whispered Lady Shiphard to the other women as I stand in circle with them.

The other women gathered closely to her with a mixture of curiosity and contain excitement in their eyes as they whispered back to her to tell them, I stand like I usually do with a bored look, out of the huddled circle of ladies watching from the sidelines with Enith and Ser Krey behind me.

I care little for their gossip, since it just them being plain mean and bad-mouthing the other ladies of court. 

What I always forget to mention to my dear husband about my new "friends" is that they are twice my age and not my friends but his mother's pets who enjoy causing others misery and picking at dead things...like vultures.

They just like Alicent or rather Alicent is just like them, since they were three older woman who looks to have been alive since king jaehaerys's reign while the other four was a bit close to be the queen's age.

"...Let's just hope this one lives." Lady Rosby spoke.

I look up at them as they nodded their heads in agreement, while standing apart looking at each other.

"Yes, hopefully...but.." Lady Weaver started as she look from her nails to the others, "You all know how much I adore Sosan, she's a sweetheart, but I don't believe she's make the best mother," She shrugged with her shoulders nonchalantly, "I mean, look at how she handles her step children, not one of them speaks with her with a ounce of respect like they did their mother." Lady Weaver shakes her head in dismay, she pause what she was going to say next as a servant came with a glasses, after every lady took a glass I receive my own, "I'm not saying this to be rude but the gods are clearly doing her a favor not giving her a child..." Lady Weaver speaks as she twirl her wine, "...not every woman can be patient and strong like us, this new line of women are becoming too soft for my liking." She said with a lofty tone.

Lady Weaver was around the queen's age maybe younger, she like every other lady in this group was traditional and like how things are. She believe men should provide while women should support, which is not surprising or unrare to hear, but she also thinks man should only rule and that woman shouldn't be given the power to do so. So, I can only imagine while she told me these things for the first time we meet that she didn't like me or like the idea that my mother was going to be queen of the seven kingdoms after Viserys's death.

"Urg, don't I know it, my own daughter-in-law can barely disciplined a 6 year old," Lady Clarick shook her head with an unkind chuckle before she take sip from her wine and whispered, "But, I shouldn't be surprised, I know my son didn't marry her for her looks." She chuckle making the rest of the women to follow suit.

I could only roll my eyes and scoff in my cup as I empty it without a thought.

"Are you alright, princess?" Asked Lady Weaver.

I brought the cup away from my lips and look at the group of women staring at me with scornful looks, Lady Weaver had a small smirk on as she wait for me to answer.

"I-I'm fine," I dismissed quickly.

"Are you sure? It sounded like you had something to say," Lady Weaver comment making me pull a face.

"No, I was just...clearing my throat," Lady Weaver hums as she sneer at me.

"Oh, my mistake." She says with a coy look before turning her attention to another.

I gave a eyeroll and turn away from the group of woman, I glance at Enith and Ser Krey before walking away without a word to the circle of vultures. I hear enith and krey following behind me as I make my way to the table where the king and his family sat watching or drinking during the feast. I took a seat next to viserys on his right side while the queen sat on his left, aemond was here a moment ago but it seemed like he left as I scan the floor, aegon was already drunk nursing his thirteenth cup as he sat between his mother and sister-wife.

Enith push my seat forward before disappearing, she came back a minute later with a pitcher and pour me some wine. I thanked her before I started on my second cup, just as I sip I hear a chair scrap against the floor before footsteps, in the corner of my eye I see Alicent's blurry form pushing her chair in.

I pray she wasn't coming to talk to me, alicent has a way of making you want to drink yourself to an early grave to put it nicely. I rather end the night slightly buzzing, rather than impair to the point where I can't walk on my own.

Thank the gods above, my prayers were answered, alicent walk pass me and my seats to make her way to the floor, before I could celebrate I felt a cold hand on top of my hand making me glance down to see a old pale hand that looks to belong to the stranger himself. However, it belonged to the king which made me glance at him with confusion written on my face only to find viserys gazing at me.

"How are you liking the feast, my child." He said as rest in his seat.

I couldn't help but look at him surprised, he never acknowledged me like this before or talk to me. So, I glance around taking me a moment to respond to him.

"Oh, um, It's...It's nice," I replied with a small smile, viserys's smirk in return.

"I'm glad to hear it," He stated blink at me, I smiled again before looking away thinking he was finish, "Did you see the platter of your favorite savories I had the servants make?" He asked making me do a double take at his words.

Hmmm?

"You..." I stopped myself as too many questions form in my head, it took me a minute to collect my thoughts before picking the question I wanted to ask first, "...You order the servants to make me my favorites?" I questioned unsure.

Viserys nods with a bright smile, "Of course, I know how you love your sweets," I look at him half impress as he recount about having to tell Alicent what he wanted at the feast for me, "...I always forget is lemon cake still your favorite," I couldn't help put smile widely and nod my head.

Viserys gives me a knowing smile before beckoning a servant forward and requesting a slice if lemon cake, the servant did a quick bow of the head before leaving quickly only to return back just as fast with a plate with a slice of cake. He place it in front of me and viserys before stepping back, viserys and I smile at each other before grabbing our forks and digged in.

I couldn't help but hum in delight at the taste, it felt like forever since I had lemon cake. The last time I could remember having it was right around the time aunt rhaelle and her children moved into dragonstone castle, it was the third week of us all living there and the same night we had lemon cake for dessert, was the same night baelon and jacerys snuck down into the caves.

"So, how was your day today, must be nice to get out of that room." Viserys asked as he shakily feeds himself, "I heard you went into the city, was it nice?" He asked again but this time his put down his fork and put all his attention on me.

I felt my face drop along with my stomach in fear, I swallow down the lemony sweet cake as I set ny fork aside, I could only imagine his disapproval on me socializing with the children in fleabottom.

"Oh, yeah..." Was the only thing I could muster up as I took a napkin and wipe the corner of my mouth, "...are you mad?" I raised my brow at him.

"Of course not, I know how you like to venture around the city. I only be mad if you didn't take a guard with you." He says rubs my hand, "Otto also told me how you like spending your free time helping the smallfolks, that's nice." He confessed making me pull a face before fixing it.

No doubt hearing it from his daughter, who no doubt heard it from her son. Who must he tell that woman everything?

"It is?" Viserys nods his head.

"They are the reason I am king, they are the ones that keep things moving along. You know I always thought the smallfolks play a important part in the kingdom." He express.

I never knew he felt that way, I am curious what he would say if I asked what been on my mind for a while.

"I'm happy you said that because I was thinking...maybe we should slow down on the feasts and think about putting our efforts in fleabottom." I vocalize nervously, "...more so thinking about building a home for the abandon children." I add looking at him.

Viserys was silent which made me even more nervous, he look away from me with thoughtful look.

"No more feast?" He said to himself.

"No, no. Moreso limiting them," I suggested, "Rather than throwing one every two times a week, you can do twice a month." My grandsire looked back at me with an unreadable look.

"Hmmm, I think that's a good idea..." I smiled, "I would have to talk about it with the council and your husband, knowing him he will not be happy about that." He whispered the last part to me making my face drop.

I look away with a frown to stare at the sea of people, I glance around before pausing to see Aemond with Alicent. I watch them as they talk, I could see aemond was upset and his mother was comforting by rubbing his arm like she always do to show affection.

"Are you mad at me?" I turn away from the prince and his queen-mother to look at my grandsire with a shock look.

"What? No, no...why would you ask me that?" Viserys frown a making me grow confuse even more, "Are...Are you made at me?" I asked back, viserys frown deepen at my questions.

"I can never be mad at you, my dear." he said squeezing my hand making my heart swell a bit, "I only ask because...you haven't came to visit me in a while." He said with a hurt tone, making it my turn to frown at the king.

"Oh, I didn't...I didn't think you want to see me, given--"

"Of course, I want to see you, my love. I always do." It was so odd to see my grandfather show so much love and adoration towards me that I never seen before.

"If that's true. Why do you treat me so differently then?" I couldn't help but ask that question, viserys glance around for a second before leaning in. 

I do the same curious to know what he was going to tell me.

"I do not mean to do it...but you know how emotional she can be, if I am not on her side then she gets a bit difficult to talk to..." He states. I pull back I wanted to ask who he was referring to but he continued on, "And you know aemma, rhaelle, she like you and my daughter and every other woman in our house...are stubborn to the bone." He slaps the table as he chortle.

I lean back. What he said throw me through a loop, i was more confused than I was before as I stare at him dumbfounded.

Did he think I...was rhaelle?

Questions. Many questions formed as I thought about it and before I could ask one, a brush against my cheek had me snapping back to reality just as a cold hand rest on my cheek.

"Rhaelle" I look to my grandfather looking him in his violet gloss over eyes, "Are you alright? Do you wish to retire to our ch--" Viserys stopped when I was snatched out of my chair by my arm.

I look at Alicent as she stare at viserys with a scowl, she turn her angry glare at me before hissing in a low tone.

"Your husband is here, you should go to him." Alicent's grip on my arm tighten at each word she spoke, I wince before glaring at her just as she turn us before letting go of me.

I lost my footing and before I could fall, a pair of hands caught my waist. I look over my shoulder to see Aemond looking down at me with a glum look, I right myself before looking at Alicent as guards help viserys out of his seat.

"It seems the king is feeling unwell," Alicent says nonchalantly before turning to aemond and I, with a small smile, "But, do not let that damper your mood, you should go and have fun. Dance. I think the ladies and lords would enjoy it." she said in that sickly sweet tone.

"But, grandfather--" I look pass her to see the maester following close by with the guards and the king.

"Will be okay, all he needs is his poppy's milk." She says making me look back at her, she took a step closer with square shoulders, it took like she's trying to be intimidating, "Now, go run along and enjoy the feast." I narrow my eyes at her at the condescending tone.

She gives me a look, before I could say a word I felt a hand on my wrist.

"We will, mother." Aemond spoke from behind me.

Before I knew it I was being dragged away from Alicent, I look over to find Alicent talking to Enith and Ser Krey making me furrow my brows in questions when I made eye contact with Enith.

Something didn't feel right, I felt like I was outside looking through a window inside with how viserys was acting and how alicent acted. And I think my body agrees with how much my gut has been fluttering and my head feeling light, so much was happening and I wanted to know what.

[neverinadream]

~~~~~~~~~~~ | M Y I M A G I N E S | ~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~ | Y O U B E L O N G T O M E - P A R T II | ~~

Part One

Summary: You seem to be the perfect reward for Christian after scoring his first goal of the season...or at least your mouth is.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Unholy - Sam Smith

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, celebratory blow job, cheating, fwb!christian, dom!christian, cocky!christian, sub!reader, a smidge of possessiveness, pet names (princess, good girl...), praise kink-ish, the reader gets called a sluy, oral (christian receiving), almost getting caught not edited

Notes: again this theme is not everyone's cup of tea and sorry this took so long to post - the match refrenced to was months ago and this has been sat in my drafts half finished since then....oops! feedback is always appreciated!!!

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His head tilts to the side, the confidence from his first goal visible in the cocky smile that curved the corners of his lips. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?" He asks, one hand holding onto the door frame, leaning partially through your apartment door. You watch his eyes flicker over your shoulder, looking deeper into your apartment and listening closely for a sign that there was someone else inside. "I know he's not here, so what are you waiting for?" He brings his attention back to you.

"Maybe he is here," you reply, folding your arms across your chest, "then what are you going to do?"

He shrugs his shoulders, attempting to act like he didn't care. "I have others," he mumbles, pushing his free hand deep into his front pocket, wrapping around what looked to be his phone, "I can always just go get my reward from them."

Swallowing your jealously, you open your front door the full way, flourishing your arm in front of you and out to side, inviting him in. "Shouldn't you be out celebrating your win?" You curiously ask, closing the door behind him. You put the latch on and lock the door, figuring that Christian probably wasn't going to leave until the morning.

He looked over his shoulder, that grin of his growing wider. "So, you watched the game then?" He asks with both eyebrows raised, a chuckle dropping off his lips as you nod your head. "You should've come to the Bridge," he mumbles, fingers walking across the kitchen island counter, the two of you passing through the kitchen area and into the back portion of your apartment.

"Should I have now?" You ask, your arms folding back across your chest, watching Christian turn and lean against the back of your sofa.

"Yeah," he crosses his legs at his ankles, him being just tall enough to perch himself on the backrest, "I might've even dedicated my goal to you," he teases you, "we both know you would've liked that."

"Don't be stupid," you chastise him, shaking your head disapprovingly at him, you didn't need to see people speculating about who his goal celebration would've been for, "and don't tease me like that."

He frowns, asking, "like what?" You roll your eyes, sighing at the snigger that fills the silence. "No, come on," he pushes you to speak, making a 'come hither' motion with one hand that your feet obliges to before your brain can protest, "how exactly am I teasing you?" His hand starts on your hip, wrapping around to the small of your back, pulling you in to stand between his legs. His head dips, his nose tracing the length of your neck, kissing you with a feather like touch. "I've only ever tease in one specific way, baby," he whispers in your ear, "so I don't know what you're talking about."

"Whatever," you mutter under your breath, dropping the topic all together. It was no secret that you liked Christian. To have a part of him, even if it is hidden behind closed doors, was better than having none of him. "So, why are you here again?" You ask, changing the subject.

A dry chuckle leaves his lips. "Have you forgotten already? I'm here for my reward."

"Your reward?"

"Yes," he nods, "my reward." His fingers touch your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw. "Surely you've got a little something for the goal scorer?"

"I might," you reply, pulling at the hem of his shirt, "it's just a shame Kai's not really my type. I think it's the current choice of hair. Broja, however, he is cute." Christian frowns, his jaw tensing and his hand quickly dropping away from you. "Perhaps I'll give him this reward you keep asking about-"

"-No." You can't help but smile as the jealously flickers in his eyes. "No," he repeats, shaking his head, "no, you won't."

"Why wouldn't I?"

He takes a deep breath, breathing in slowly through his nose, holding it for a second and then breathing out slowly. "Because you're mine," he answers, bringing his face closer to yours, "you're not Broja's. You're not your boyfriend's. You're mine and only-"

"-I am so sorry about this," Ty's voice rings through your apartment, cutting Christian off, "but you know how these things are..."

"He's here?" Christian asks, his jaw tensing up once more.

"I did say he might be."

Turning your back to Christian, you feign a soft smile as Ty walks back into the main body of your apartment. He stops suddenly in his tracks, one hand packing a set of clean scrubs into his backpack. "Chris," he zips up the backpack, slinging one of the straps over his shoulder, "I didn't know you were here."

"He's trying to convince me to go out with him and the rest of the squad," you lie, it had gotten so much easier to lie in the last few months, horrible as it might be.

"Oh, well maybe you should," Ty replies, patting his pockets down, searching for his keys, "better than staying home on a Saturday night." He spins around, clicking his fingers when he sees them on the coffee table. "Congrats on the goal, by the way," he says to Christian, who just nods his head in acknowledgement and mumbles his gratitude, "you're probably feeling over the moon right now, first goal of the season, and all that."

"Oh, totally," Christian replies, feigning his interest into whatever Ty had to say to him, "totally feeling over the moon." He waits impatiently for Ty to leave, drumming his fingers against his thigh, and looking down at the floor to hide the rolling of his eyes as your boyfriend makes a joke about having bones to mend. Sure, Christian believed Ty's job was a noble one - he was a doctor, after all - but my god did he find him incredibly boring. "Jesus fucking christ," Christian murmurs as you come back into the room, he mimicks Ty's accent, "bones to mend - he's fucking boring."

You roll your eyes. "Christian..."

"I'm sorry," he quickly apologises, kissing each side of your neck, "he just makes it so easy to take the piss out of him."

Stepping around him, you avoid his hands as they attempt to touch you. "I presume the others are out celebrating, yes?" Ty was right. Going out would be better than staying home on a Saturday night, especially when there was a win to celebrate. Christian answers with a deep hum. "So, why aren't you with them?"

His hands finally catch you, holding the soft of your hips, pulling your back up against his chest and his head dipping into the curve of your neck, kissing you once more. "Why get drunk and celebrate with the boys when I have everything I need right here?" He turns you around, a hand touching your face and his breath fanning across you as he hovers his lips above yours. "Your lips are so beautiful," he mumbles, looking down at your lips, "have I ever told you that?"

"Once," you reply, "but you were terribly drunk."

"Want me to say it again?" Nodding your head, he chuckles, touching his thumb against your bottom lip and caressing it slowly. "Your lips are so beautiful," he repeats, his low and silky, "soft and perfect and only for me." Removing his thumb, he kisses you, humming as he feels your fingers curling tightly around his shirt, pulling him closer and returning the kiss. His hands encase your face, holding you tightly. "Only for me," he murmurs agaisnt you, "say it."

"Only for you," you repeat, your head feeling fuzzy, as though you were drunken on his kiss.

"Not Ty's?" You shake your head. "Not Broja's?" Again, you shake your head. "Just mine?"

"Just yours."

"Good," he mumbles, taking a step back and removing his jacket. He throws it over the back of your sofa, his fingers fixing the sides of his hair. Touching your chin, he leans in to kiss you again, the kiss lingering on your lips when he pulls away. "Lead the way, sweetheart," he tells you, peering down at your eyes, "don't want you hurting your knees on the wooden floor."

"Huh," you take his hand, slowly leading him to your bedroom, "how considerate of you."

"I am, aren't I?" He agrees, running his thumb across the back of your hand.

Stepping over the threshold of your bedroom door, Christian tugs sharply on your hand, pulling you around to face him. His free hand encases itself instinctively around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze, just enough to have you whimpering into his mouth as he crashes his lips feverishly against yours. You both moan when he slips his tongue past your lips, tracing it against yours and refamiliarising himself with parts of your body.

"I've been thinking about this ever since I scored," he confesses to you, breaking apart from your lips. His hand stays caught around your throat, but the other comes up to caress your face. "Thought about you," he rubs his thumb affectionately over your skin and bumps his nose against yours as moves to rest his forehead against yours, "on your knees, with those pretty lips parted, ready for me to fuck this mouth of yours." You press your body tightly against his, wanting to kiss him, but tightens his grip on your neck and it has you freezing on the spot. "Because, as much as I like fucking that tight, wet cunt, having you gag on my cock is so much fun."

"Then why are we still talking?" You ask, voice cracking as you squeeze your thighs together.

You watch the corners of his lips twist upwards into a smirk. "See, this is why I like you so much, baby," you feel the tip of his nose run against the bridge of your nose as he moves to kiss your forehead, as he mumbles against you, "you'd rather avoid the fussy stuff and jump straight in."

"Only because you don't do the fussy stuff," you bite back. The fussy stuff was for girlfriends only, he had told you once, which you found funny because Christian wasn't one for girlfriends either.

"Because that's for-"

"Girlfriends only," you abruptly cut him off, rolling your eyes, "Yes. I remember."

"Oh, come on, gorgeous," he chuckles, touching your chin, "don't sound so bitter. You are someone's girlfriend, remember? You already have someone to do all that fussy stuff for you." His thumb presses harder against your chin as he studies your face, the same smirk still dancing on the corners of his mouth. "That's why you stay with him, isn't it? Because he does the stuff I won't?"

"We've already talked about this."

His nose scrunched up as he nods his head, tilting to the side. "Right," he mumbles, removing his hands, "you like him because he's nice." He marks out the air quotes with his fingers. "It definitely has nothing to do with him providing all that emotional bullcrap you know you'll never get from me, right?"

"Why are we still talking?" You question him, avoiding his question. He lets you touch him, you hand moving to cradle the side of his face as you kiss your lips against his neck. You listen to his breath hitching in his throat as you graze your teeth over his Adam's apple. "I thought you were here to receive your reward?"

Your free hand travels down the front of his chest, lingering for a second on the waistband of his jeans, before dropping to cup his crotch. Both of you moan as you come into contact with his semi-hardened length hidden inside the confinement of the material. "No more talking," you whisper, mumbling against the roughness of his jaw, palming at him through his jeans.

He clears his throat. "On your knees then," he orders, giving your bum a light pinch.

Dropping onto your knees, he watches you unbutton his jeans and slowly pull the zipper down. He leaves you to push his jeans down, pushing the down just low enough to give you enough room. Looking up, you catch the hunger in his eyes, that turns his honey drizzled eyes dark with a type of lust that runs pleasure up your spine, tingling and building. Every single thing about your relationship was wrong, but when he looked at you with a hunger and a lust so intense like this, it made it all feel so right.

"What are you waiting for?" Christian asks, stroking his thumb across your forehead as he brings his hand down to rest on the top of your head. "Come on," he encourages, taking a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come, "be a good little slut and give me my reward."

Curling you fingers around the edge of the waistband of his grey boxers, you pull them down just enough untuck his harden cock from their tight confinement. You bite your bottom lip at the sight of him springing free from his boxers, muffling your moans.

He tuts, bringing his hand down to peel your lip from between your teeth. "You like that, baby?" You give in, nodding your head. "Good," he huffs, "now open your mouth."

"Not yet."

He watches you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft and the moan he lets out as you start to pump your hand is a mix of satisfaction and frustration. The feeling of your hand was nice, but he wanted nothing more than to feel your lips wrapped around him. Leaning forwards, he continues to watch in a mesmerised like fashion as you lick and kiss your way up from the base, stopping before you reach the tip. Your eyes flicker to look at his, grinning when you spot that he was holding his breath, desperately anticipating the feel of your warm, wet mouth.

But again you wait to give him what he wants.

He groans when he feels your hot breath touching his tip, making him think he was finally going to get what he wanted the most, but when you begin to kiss and lick back down to the base, towards his balls, he frowns. "Stop teasing-" He interrupts himself with a sharp moan, feeling you softly sucking on them.

You continue to tease him, touching everywhere but the tip, that was throbbing and glistening with his pre-cum, aching to be touched. "Fuck," he drawls, running his finger through his hair, "you look so good, princess. But, come on now, let's stop with the teasing."

"It's not nice to be teased, is it?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. You lick your lips and wrap your hand back around the base, squeezing it a little, just enough to make him groan.

"Oh, ha, ha," he mocks, rolling his eyes, "now open that pretty little mouth of yours."

Slowly, you lower your mouth onto him, a low moan emitting deep from in your throat, vibrating against him, as his grip on the back of your head tightens, his hips lifting to speed up the process. You look up at him through your eyelashes, a look of smugness spreading across your face that only made him want to fuck it out of you later. For now, he'd settle on just fucking your throat.

His hand moves with your head, tugging and pulling on your hair, groaning out loud and throwing his head back each time he would hit the back of your throat, or feel you hollowing your cheeks. To him, it felt like you trying to suck his soul out. His thrusts are deep and precise, and has your gagging noisily around him as you move to meet each of his movements perfectly.

"Shit, baby girl!" He hisses, feeling your nails digging into the tops of his thighs. Looking up you see his mouth hanging open, panting and chanting your name like a prayer of sorts. "Fuck, I'm so close," he tells you, looping his fingers through your hair and digging their tips into your skull.

You moan your approval, speeding up your movements, which grow sloppy the faster you become. Pulling off him for a quick second, you encourage him to cum. "Do it, baby," you beg him, pumping him with your hand, "give it to me." You lick your lips, guiding the tip back into your mouth to suck on it. "I want it all," was the final thing you say, before you're taking him into your mouth.

His body vibrates as pleasure shoots through his body. "Shit-" His mind goes blank, with white spots hazing his vision as he spills down your throat. "That's it," he loudly moans, a groan nestled deep emitting from his chest, "just take it, baby, just take it all for me. Good fucking girl!"

Dazed and slightly light-headed, Christian watches you clean your mouth, using your thumb to clean the corners. He swallows a deep breath of air as you lick your thumb clean.

Tugging you up to your feet, you let out a squeak of surprise as he crashes his lips against yours. He can taste traces of himself, running his tongue over yours, and softly moans into your mouth. Pulling apart, he presses his forehead against yours, stroking his thumb affectionately against your cheek, causing your eyes to close and soak in the rare moment.

And instead of rushing through the moment, he let's it happen. He watches the smile that tugs slightly on the corners of your lips and notices how you lean into his touch. And there it was again. That warmth in his stomach he had to keep telling himself to ignore every time you were near.

"I lo-"

"Y/N?" The sound of Ty's voice pulls you both out of the moment, interrupting whatever it was that Christian was going to say, and has your eyes snapping open. "Y/N, are you in here?" He shouts louder. You panic as you hear the footsteps approaching the bedroom door, glancing frantically around your room for a place for Christian to hide. "Y/N?"

Your hands collides heavily with Christian's arm, pushing him, or at least trying to, towards your bathroom. "Get in the bathroom!" You hiss, pointing with your other hand.

"And what if he wants to use it?" Christian asks, stumbling as he works quickly to fasten his jeans.

"Are you-" Sighing, you follow him into the bathroom, swinging the door shut behind you. You listen closely for the bedroom door opening, the sweat on the back of your neck becoming uncomfortable as you hear Ty's footsteps enter the room. "Chris?" You call out, trying not to show the anxiety you were feeling in your voice.

"What are-" You clamp your hand over Christian's mouth, giving him a silent warning in the form of a sharp glare.

"No, darling, it's just me," Ty answers, there's a rustling sound like he was searching for something, "I forgot my watch!" He happily cheers when he finds it, causing Christian to roll his eyes, mumbling something into the palm of your hand. "Did you say something?" Ty's voice travels through the bathroom door.

"Eh, no," you answer, pretending to cough, "just...just clearing my throat. Eh, did you find it?"

"Got it!"

You let out a sigh of relief; his phone call earlier had been one of an emergency and you knew he wouldn't be able to stick around for any longer.

"Oh, good," you fake your happiness, staring up at the ceiling to avoid Christian's staring back at you, "so, I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

"I'll bring back breakfast from that cafe you like," Ty replies, happily chuckling at the thought.

"Sounds perfect!"

You wait until you had heard your apartment door open and close before you lowered your hand, releasing a breath you hadn't even realised you had been holding in. Without a second thought behind it, you step into Christian's chest, dropping your head to rest against his shoulder, burying your face into his body. "That was close," you mumble against him.

"Too close," Christian agrees, finding himself hesitant to touch you. Eventually, he places his hand on the small of your back, idly rubbing his thumb in soft circles.

Lifting your head away, you find him gazing down at you, like he had almost been waiting for you to look up at him. "What were you going to say?" You ask, remembering he had been in the middle of saying something before Ty's unexpected return. He raises his eyebrows questioningly at you. "Before Ty's interruption, you were saying something," you explain, before asking, "what was it?"

He quickly shakes his head. "It was nothing." He keeps shaking his head. "Doesn't matter now." Dropping his hand away from your body, he clears his throat. "God, I am starving," to you it felt like he was purposely trying to change the subject, "do you want food?"

Turning, you watch him leave the bathroom, disappearing into the next room. "Sure," you call after him, regretting not pushing him on the subject to talk before he had essentially escaped your grasp, "just not that place we got from last time though!"

"Not the Italian place, got it!" He shouts back, his voice travelling throughout your apartment. "What about that Chinese place we got from the other week?"

When you enter your living room, you find him laid comfortably on your sofa, his shoes now kicked off and his phone in his hand. "Sounds great," you answer, returning his smile as you eventually join him.

Maybe you'll get him to talk next time.

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Can u do Johnny one where we still trying to survive but johhny is obsessed with us and he keeps us to himself but we fell in love with him (stockholm syndrome ofc ofc)

not sure if you meant a drabble or hc so I went for a drabble!

CW: threats of murder/cannibalism, stockholm syndrome

Johnny x Hostage!GN!Reader

The door opened, causing you to life your head and scoot forward on the thin mattress, rubbing your eyes as your focus came-to. Johnny closed the door behind him and presented you with a ceramic plate holding some sort of sandwich. You took the plate from him, the chains on your wrists jingling as you did so. Johnny took a seat on the bed, pushing a strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

"Thank you," you whispered, taking a bite of the sandwich. It was cold, which was actually quite nice, though it didn't taste like any meat you'd ever had before. "What is it...?"

"You don't wanna know," he chuckled, standing up once more. "Eat up. Got stuff to do."

"You do or I do?" You asked, taking another bite, this one a little bigger. You would've normally turned it down, but you were starving, and you were taking whatever you could get your hands on.

"You do, darlin'."

You blinked, swallowing your bite. "What?"

"Few more bites n' I'll show ya." Johnny motioned towards your plate, and you nodded, finishing your meal as quickly as possible. Once you were done, Johnny took the plate and tossed it to the ground, allowing it to shatter, which you flinched at. "Arms up."

Though you wanted to ask why, you knew better, and instead chose to simply obey him. You lifted your arms, and he lifted your shirt, pulling it up to your wrists, but due to the chains it couldn't go any further. Fighting your instinct to cover up, you watched as Johnny formed an two Ls with his fingers and held them in front of his face, looking as though he were taking pictures of you. "What're you doing?"

"Measurn'. Hold still, sweetpea," he directed, leaning in and pulling out some sort of marker from his pocket. He popped the cap off, holding it between his teeth as he marked segmented lines around the bottom half of your breasts. He then leaned to the side, lining a segmented rectangle around your hips.

"Measuring for what?"

"Dinner," he replied, and you frowned.

"What?"

"What?" Johnny pinched his eyebrows in, glancing up at you as he drew the same square over your other hip. "I ain't gonna kill ya. Just wanna taste ya."

"You tasted me last night," you mumbled, rubbing the bite mark on your neck against your shoulder.

"Blood ain't the same. Lay down."

You laid back, your wrists resting against your sternum, and Johnny pulled the thin sheets off of your legs. You really weren't wearing much at all; a large t-shirt and underwear. That was all you'd been gifted. Fortunately, it wasn't that cold in the basement, so you managed. He propped one of your knees up, marking a circle on the back of your thigh. He then did the same with the other leg.

"Roll over."

You did that, too. You could feel the marker on your ass, and then on the upper part of the back of your thigh.

"So well-behaved, ain'tcha? You really are hopeless," he teased, and you leaned your chin on your palm, watching the dirt floor for a moment. Behaving was a good thing, wasn't it? It kept you out of trouble. Kept you from getting hurt. You didn't want to upset him. You felt a hand on your waist as he turned you over, leaning over the bed to kiss you, and you mumbled against his lips. "Keep it up."

"Yes sir," you answered, offering him a soft smile. "Johnny?"

"What?"

"I love you," you whispered, tilting your head at him.

Johnny smirked, dropping the capped pen back into his pocket. "I love your taste, sweetpea. I've gotta feed the chickens. Don't go anywhere," he chuckled, turning around and leaving the room.

You looked down at your chains, doing your best to pull your shirt back on, your mind still a little hazy from when he'd knocked you out. Your eyes followed your chains to where it attached to a post, noticing the shards of ceramic laying on the floor right next to it.

Easing yourself off of the bed, you knelt in the dirt, picking up the ceramic pieces. You picked up as many as you could, though there were some small shards mixed into the dirt, and put them in a small pile so he could take them up with him the next time he stopped by.

You thought about keeping one. Using one to fight back. But that's why it was here, wasn't it? He was testing you. Testing your devotion. Testing your loyalty. So you didn't. You left all of the pieces in the pile and climbed back into the bed, where you curdled your knees against your chest, tracing the places he'd outlined with a finger, curious about what he was planning on doing to you.

[jmluvclub]

uniform [lee heeseung] ⋆ teaser

synopsis | late plans = staying in. your boyfriend missed the important quo of the matching halloween party theme, ultimately ruining your fun. how about staying in instead..?

a/n | lower case intended ^^ surpriseee.. another nsfw influenced fic LMFAO ok hi uhh i saw a vid and just immediately thought of heeseung. no questions asked. again, will try to link the vid but cannot promise it'll stay up ￣0￣ anywayss this wasn't intended to be written as an smau, i just thought it would be a cute fit for the story line ><

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“hi,” heeseung says as he opens the door to you, eyes immediately wandering all over your body. you’re still dressed in your costume, chest revealed along with your legs: short mini skirt = legs legs legs (and ass).

his hair is messy, likely bed head: dressed in grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. heeseung’s attire screams, i don’t care about halloween and dressing up with my girlfriend- at least that’s what you think.

“bye,” you reply, pushing past heeseung into the apartment. heeseung chuckles as he walks after you, closing the door behind him.

“you look so damn good, kinda glad i fucked up..”

standing with your back to heeseung, you crossed your arms.

“shut up.”

“i told you i was sorry, y/n. i didn't intend to hurt you.”

the pout in his voice made you turn around. he was leaning against the wall, head resting on the material. hands in the sweatshirt pocket, he smiled. fuck bro.

“stop. i’m still mad at you.”

“if you were really mad.. you wouldn’t be here now,” heeseung replied, taking slow steps towards you. “i meant what i said earlier- let me make it up to you baby.”

his apologetic demeanor made you wanna throw up and fuck him at the same time. at the sound of his words, you sighed and walked towards the kitchen counter to the right of you. placed on the counter was a small bowl of halloween candy, mostly chocolate.

"you don't even like chocolate, why did you buy so-" your sentence was cut short by the sudden grasp of your hips.

“you look good in a uniform, should dress up more often,” he said softly, hands moving along your torso.

"seungie.."

"i bought them for you, i'm sorry."

turning around, you made eye contact with the soft boy. his features were delicate, full of desire and empathy. your eyes softened at the sight, relaxing into his hold. hands finding his forearms, you pulled him flush against your front.

"show me how sorry you are."

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hi again LOL these teasers are so funnn omg. was thinking about posting the full fic today for halloween, but had college shit to do T_T. i have a longgg break next week so i'm hoping to finish this then!! lmk how u like the short (but cute) smau portion of this fic :)

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Only their S*ex doll [ Part. 1 ]

Summery : You are his Sextoy. Whenever he call you, you have to come! Today was one of many days. Hongjoong called you because he was really needy but he never thought, that will end up with a three some...

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff, s*ex

Warning ⚠ : Smut, teasing, choking, over stimulating, hard s*ex, dirty talk, deep throating, cursing, and much more...

Pairings: do!mHongjoong* x s!ub reader,

do!mSeonghwa* x s!ub reader

Joong and his Members was very busy during the comeback, that's the reason why you don't see their for 3 weeks.

" JOONG? ARE YOU THERE? I FINALLY ARRIVED... HELLO? ~ "

You enter the Dressing room. All, you can see, is Hongjoong , sat down in the sofa at the corner. His eyes darkened, starring straight into your soul.

"Honey? Are you ok?"

You ask, but he doesn't answer you. He just keeps looking into your eyes. You're a little worried, did you do something wrong?

You step a bit forward.

"Joo~...."

before you can finish your speak, Joong grab your wrist, he is now standing in front of you. He scanned every inch of your body with his deep darkened eyes. Then, leans forward to your ear.

"On your knees little slut..."

You might not see his evil grin, but you felt it on your skin. His words gave you goosebumps. You know exactly, If you disobey him, he will punish you.

You nod, then Hongjoong push you down. He looks at you with hungry, needy eyes. Bite his bottom lip. He grabs your chin, then forces you to look at him.

"Safe word" he ask.

"Peaches" you answered.

"and when you're full, what do u you doing then?"

Tap my thigh 3 times"

"Good girl...now tell me your Colors... RED! "

"STOP"

"Yellow!"

"Slow down please"

"And green!"

"I'm ok, everything is fine"

"alright ...now be a good girl and open your pretty mouth for me".

He said, running his hand through your hair. You do as he says and Hongjoong slipped off his pants. His hard cock was sticking out of his pants and you could feel how wet you are. Only from his hard dick right in front of you. Not even a second later, he pushed his dick in your mouth. When he start moving his hips, you chock on his length. Hongjoong doesn't care about it. He loves it when you chock on his full length. That's turn him on.

"What is little slut? Can't you take my hard dick hm?"

he ask with this little devil smirk in his face, but didn't stop moving. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes. You try to calm down, start breathing through your nose. A deep moan escapes from Hongjoong's mouth as he thrusts deeper into your throat and you start sucking his cock. At the same time your tongue spoiled his tip.

"Right there slut...DON'T STOP!"

Meanwhile, Seonghwa was searching for Hongjoong, as he heard very loud noises behind the dressing room door. He carefully opened the door and when he saw Hongjoong with Y/N, the spat got stuck in his throat. He rubbed his eyes. Is this really happening right now? Should he say something? Seonghwa was really confused and a bit embarrassed. Quite and really carefully, he watched the scenery in front of him. How Joong treating Y/N, so dominand, that really turned him on. He bite his lips and leans against the wall next to him.

"You guys are not ashamed for this hm?"

Both, You and Joong gets really shocked by Seonghwa's voice. He pushed you harshly away from his Cock. Then, he steps forward, straight to Hwa.

"J-Joong plea~"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH UP Y/N"

He shut you up. Then, he pays attention to Seonghwa. Both man starring at each other.

"What are you doing here hwa?"

Hongjoong said, really angry.

"To be honest... I was searching for you. We didn't find you. But now...i think you have so much fun with her! So much fun without me. It's really sad, that you don't invite me, you know very well, that i love to play, with so pretty little sluts like her"

Seonghwa lick his lips and gestures at you. Hongjoong can't believe what he heard. He hates it when other man's have interest in you. Especially when the members says things like that.

"What do you want me to do Hwa? Share my little slut with you? Do you want to fucking her? In front of me?"

he said, with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

You can't believe what happens right now. Joong never gets jealous. He only use you as his personal Sextoy. Nothing more! Does he have feelings for you?

"Let me play with her too, or i tell the other Boys about your dirty secrets, especially about your little Sextoy"

Seonghwa push Hongjoong a bit backwards, to make more space between them.

"Don't you dare tell the other Boys about her! She is mine and ONLY mine! When you leans a hand on her then ~"

You stand up and stand between them. You know you shouldn't have done that, but you hate fights.

"Stop it! Joong...it's ok. I totally agree with that"

Seonghwa takes you hand in his and kiss the back of your hand.

"See... The pretty little girl agree with it"

Seong Hwa's gesture makes you blush. He was the complete opposite of Joong. A real Gentleman.

"Your fucking serious Y/N?"

You turn around to meet Hongjoong's eyes. You never saw him like that before. His eye's wide open, his fist strongly clenched.

"What's your problem? I said i agree with that. Calm down I'm not only yours Joong. I am not your property!"

This sentence was the start from a dangerous game....

- > part 2. Coming soon!

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[voxmortuus]

Consequences

PAIRING: Dom!Hannibal x Sub!Fem!Reader(they have a relationship)

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 2K

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Prompt from @coraline-scarlet: Ok ok, listen, Hannibal punish the reader for being a brat by teasing him all day, daddy kink, degradation, asphyxia kink, begging kink, bondage and suspension kink, impact/spanking play, hand kink, nipple play, and orgasm denial. (If it is not too much aftercare I will understand if u don't wanna write this for not feeling comfortable with something :)

TW: Angst | Language | Daddy Kink | Brat | Punishment | Degradation Kink | Asphyxia Kink | Rough Oral (Male receiving) | Vaginial Penetration (Unprotected) | Begging Kink | Praise Kink | Bondage Kink | Suspension Kink | Impact/Spanking | Nipple Play | Orgasm Denial | Aftercare

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Today was one thing after another with your attitude. Brat didn't even begin to cover it, but at the same time, that's precisely what it was. Brat mode was on full blast today. Between being super picky, not doing as you were told, to just being an all-over pain in Hannibal's ass. But you were doing it for a reason. You wanted him to get worked up, you wanted to test his patience, and you wanted him to correct you. You loved pushing his buttons because he always had the best follow-through. On top of being a brat, you had been teasing him all day. Using clothing and suggestive body language to get further under his skin.

"You have to go get ready for dinner. I would like to have dinner on the table by 6:45 at the latest." He stated.

With a smirk and a slightly exaggerated sway of your hips, you stood up, bending over, pressing your breasts together, kissing his cheek you smirk. "Yes, Daddy." Heading for the stairs, you make your way to the bedroom and throw on nothing but a mesh dress and make your way downstairs. Standing in the kitchen, you smirk and look at him. "Will this work for dinner?" You knew exactly what you were doing.

He clenched his jaw and looked over you; licking his lips, he put down his knife and shook his head. "Go get changed."

"No. I want to wear this."

"That is not dinner-appropriate."

"Then maybe have me for dinner." you taunt.

After he turns off the stove and oven, he walks over to you and grabs your wrist and looks you in the eyes, and shakes his head. "You haven't deserved that." He sneers.

He shakes his head, and with a firm grip on your wrist, he brings you to the back of the house. You knew exactly what this meant, and you couldn't help but mentally giggle like a little girl. As you trailed behind him as he dragged you by your wrist, forcing you to keep up with him, he turns and closes the door behind you. Looking up at him, you give him this devious grin. He looks over your face and shakes his head.

With his grip still firm on your wrists, he places you in the middle of the room. "Strip down. Fold your clothes neatly, lay them on the table." He tells you, his tone stern.

Nodding your head, you do just as you were told. You strip down, fold them neatly, and lay them on the table. You move back to standing in front of him, your hands at your side, and look over his face. Licking your bottom lip slightly, you bite on it. Taking in a deep breath, you watch as he moves to grab red silk rope.

You watch his hands closely and with great intent as he starts to wrap the rope around you, tying knots and intricately placing the silk against your skin. You watch as his fingers move in specific ways. You've always loved his hands, how they moved, how they would cut, grip, grasp, glide, how each little fiber moved. You were always watching them day in and day out. The rope felt good; it was tight, yet not too snug that it was uncomfortable. Once he had you bound in a way that you could not fuss about, he decided to reach up and grab the hooks above and grabbed a small remote; pressing the button, you start lifting off the ground just enough to become eye to eye with Hannibal.

Looking over his work, noting the rope that was strategically placed started to do its job. But the pressure of it all felt just right; he always knew just what to do and how to do it. Walking around, he grabbed a few things. After a few moments, Hannibal approaches you and looks you in the eyes before clamping your nipples. The pinch and sudden shock of slight pain gave you goose flesh.

With a riding crop in hand, he reached behind you and placed it against the flesh of your backside. Looking over your face, and leans in and gives you a whack, the sting caused your body to jerk, and you let out a soft whimper.

"Do you know why I am doing this?" He asked you.

Whack!

"Because I was sassy." Your tone was breathy.

Whack!

"And, why else?"

Whack!

"And because I didn't listen." You let out another breathy response.

Whack!

"And?"

Whack!

"Because I was teasing." You had a slight moan in your voice.

Whack!

"Exactly."

Whack!

"And you were a naughty brat." He added.

Whack!

With each whack, your body quivered, your body shivered, the gooseflesh on your skin caused the clamps on your nipples to tighten, which caused your pussy to convulse mildly. Biting your lip, you watch as Hannibal moves away from you. Noticing your body's reaction, he smirks.

"You're a little pain slut aren't you?" He smirks.

WHACK!

"Yes." You reply, biting your lip. You loved when he got like this.

WHACK!

"Yes, what slut? Look at this. You're all wet like a needy little whore." His tone was more intense.

WHACK!

"Yes, Daddy." You whimper.

WHACK!

"Oh, try again."

WHACK!

"Yes, Sir." You correct yourself.

WHACK!

"That's a good whore."

WHACK!

He moves, feeling how wet you had become during this time and 14 whacks later. He licks his lip and shakes his head. Looking over your body, he feels himself get excited, watching your cunt drip because of his actions, watching you quiver to his words, watching you react like this was something he always enjoyed.

"Now look at this, you're a dripping wet needy little whore who can't seem to grasp the idea of being well mannered and doing as she's told." He points out with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, Sir. I am a needy whore. But only for you."

He walks around you and grips at your throat, his fingers molding around your neck in a tight grip before he shakes his head. "I didn't ask you to talk whore." He adds.

You lick your lips, feeling the tight grip on your throat. Looking over your face, Hannibal tilts his head and licks his lips a moment, and moves to grab another hook, hooking you, so you are now vertical and lowers you. He undoes his belt and unzips his pants, and releases his erect cock, and with a firm grip around your throat from above, his fingers crossing over your windpipe, his grip firm, he pulls you forward, and you take his cock into your mouth.

With a whimper and a soft moan, you take him into your mouth willingly. Your tongue flat against the bottom of his cock, as he shoves himself further and deeper into your mouth, pushing past your gag reflex. You jerk your body, but his grip around your neck becomes tighter, holding you in place as he thrusts into your mouth, pushing himself further down your throat until your face is flush with his body.

You feel yourself tighten between your legs, you feel your body tremble and your nipples tingle, you feel yourself getting wetter as he uses your mouth to please himself.

"Such a good whore." He groans. "Such a mindless slut. My warm fuckhole." He groans again as he thrusts harder into you.

Using your suspension to his advantage, his grip on your throat firm as he uses you. Moving your entire body back and forth, slamming his cock into your throat harder, he feels himself coming close to a finish, but he wasn't ready just yet.

Moving behind you, he spreads your legs further and shoves his throbbing cock into your dripping wet cunt, and begins to thrust deep into you. You let out a gasp and a loud moan as he grips at your waist tightly, his fingers driving into your skin pressing against your hips.

The harder he thrusts into you, the more you whimper, the louder you moan, and the more you want to be that mindless whore for him. As he pushes into you, your body tenses around his cock, feeling every inch.

"Oh Sir, you feel so good." You whimper.

"Tell me how good my cock feels, whore." He growls.

"Oh Sir, your cock is perfect. It feels so amazing, your cock is my favorite, Sir. I love how your cock fills me." You whine as he thrusts harder into you. Your words turning him on even more. Pushing him to get rougher with you. As he uses your body, he feels himself getting closer.

"You want my cum whore?" He asks you.

"Oh yes, Sir."

"Beg for it. Beg for me to fill your cunt whore." He growls as he slams his cock into you harder.

"Please, Sir, please cum in me, fill my holes. Use me as your cum dump. Use my whore holes for your pleasure, Sir. Cum in me, please. Please, Sir. cum for me. Can I cum too Sir? Please? Please can I cum with you?" You beg.

"No, no, you cannot. This isn't for you. Whore's don't get to cum."

"Please, Sir. Please. Cum in my cunt, Sir. Cum deep inside me." You beg more.

That begging was enough to send him over the edge. With a loud growl, he slams his cock deep inside you, holding you close flush against his skin as he cums inside you. You let out a scream as your body shakes, wanting to finish; you were so close, but like a good girl, you kept yourself from a finish as hard as it was.

He slowly pulls from you, and his fluids drip from you- he smirks watching, a moment as he begins to untie you and catches you in his arms as you slowly start to tremble, falling to the floor. Picking you up, he looks over you and smiles. He brushes your hair away from your face and kisses you softly.

"Such a good girl. You did so well, I am so proud of you." He smiles, kissing you softly again.

"Thank you, Daddy." You whisper softly, resting your head against his shoulder looking over his face.

He carries you up the stairs and starts a hot bath. Stripping down, he climbs in with you. You reach forward and hand him some bubble bath, and he adds it in for you. Leaning back against him, you close your eyes, resting as he begins washing you. His strokes careful, delicate, and caring. Paying attention to every little detail, every curve, and every inch of you, wiping your back, your legs, and your breasts. You watch his hands; you lean against him and smile.

When he finishes bathing you, he holds you close. Taking his hand in yours, your fingers trace over his hand, and you kiss each fingertip; smiling softly, you begin to hum softly.

"Daddy?" You ask.

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I'm hungry."

"Okay, Sweetheart. Let's go find something to eat shall we?" He chuckles.

Getting out of the tub, he lifts you out of the tub and dries you off, sticking you in your favorite nightshirt and your favorite fluffy robe. He holds you close, drying off your hair and brushing your hair. He smiles, getting himself dressed, and heads downstairs with your hand in his. Once you get to the bottom of the stairs, he reaches around the corner and hands you your stuffed teddy bear, and makes his way to the kitchen.

You climb onto the stool and sit at the counter, watching him work a moment. "What do you want, Sweetheart?" He askes you with a smile on his face.

"A grilled cheese and tomato soup." You smile wide, holding onto your stuffy.

Nodding his head, he smiles. "Coming right up." He grins as he hands you a cup of juice. "Two hands, you don't want to spill." He smirks. Nodding your head, you take a sip and smile, wiggling about in the chair, holding onto your stuffie as you place the cup down on the counter.

[writteninkat]

Greed | Ushijima x reader

summary: "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter.

"I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

f!reader

word count: 3.5k

warning: 18+, name calling if u squint (???)

a/n: this is a reminder that you are amazing, you are loved and you matter. | masterlist for 100 followers event

The boy's volleyball team never paid any attention to the girls as they were always busy with their own training and the two teams played and trained in their own separate indoor volleyball courts. But today is a little different. The floor of your team's court needs changing so the girls and boys have to train under the same roof for a week, and it'll be the first time seeing each other play.

Toshi knew you play volleyball, he knows you were the ace, as a matter of fact, his whole team knows as well. But they didn't know you were this good.

You throw the ball up high in the air, jumping as high as you can and throwing your hand forward, slamming it at the ball. The impact of your hand at the ball always felt so good, the heat and sting of it always gave you some kind of adrenaline and you loved the feeling.

The ball is hit so hard your teammates at the other side of the net barely had any time to react before it hit the wooden floors, giving your side a point.

You smile widely, catching the ball the coach throws at you for a second chance at serving. "Y/n calm the fuck down!" Your teammate yells, "We're not playing for real right now have some mercy!"

"If you can't receive my serves, how are you going to receive the serves from other school who'll surely be better than me?" You yell back, doing another jump float, your form tricking the other team as if you're doing another hard serve, causing them to step away from the net. Your palm then simply pushes on the ball, resulting it to barely go over the net. The players at the other side dives in to try and save the ball, but it hits the ground a second before they do.

The whistle is blown and your side of the court wins. "Y/n! You're a menace to society!" Your teammate jokingly yells, fake-crying on the floor making you giggle. You walk over to your duffel bag on the bleachers and take out your towel, oblivious to the many pairs of eyes on you.

Your short shorts always rode up your thighs and sometimes even ass whenever you played, so you hated wearing the uniform but your long shorts were jn the washer right now, you didn't really have much of a choice. Your uniform hugged your body perfectly, every curve and every hill accentuated by the two pieces of cloth around you.

Your boyfriend's team are bewildered by your skills. They never expected you, so sweet, so gentle and so kind towards them being able to produce such monstrous serves and spikes.

"Y/n!" You hear Tendou call, creating an immediate smile across your face. You loved Tendou, after dating his best friend, the two of you became so close and it's as if you two are best friends too. You watch him run towards you, volleyball in hand. "I never knew you played so good."

"You guys are too busy to watch me play. Why? Wanna join me sometime?" Tendou smiles at your offer, immediately nodding his head. "Yes! Please! Let's olay at my hou-"

"There's no way Y/n's playing with you." Wakatoshi says involuntarily, his eyes widening at his words as his teammates give him questioning stares. He never raised his voice before, nor has he spoken without being spoken to. "Unless! Unless I play with her first." He covers it up, looking away with the faintest blush across his face.

You tilt your head to the side, putting two on two together before smirking. Ah, my adorable, jealous boyfriend. Whatever am I supposed to do with you?

When practice finishes, you go your separate ways from the team. Unlike them who had homes to return to, your home is three hours away from the school and no way in hell were you traveling a total of six hours a day just to get feom and to your house. Getting a dorm in the campus seemed a much better idea, plus, it helped you spend more time with your boyfriend.

A hand snakes its way around your waist and despite sweating for three hours tonight, you can still smell a combination of the scent of your boyfriend's perfume and his shampoo. He smells minty and fresh from his shampoo and at the same time he also smells of lavender and sandalwood.

He continues to wrap both his arms around you as he stands from behind you, his forehead on your shoulder. "Want me to give you a massage once we get back?" You ask, placing a hand on his forearm.

Wakatoshi doesn't speak for a moment and you were beginning to think he fell asleep, but moments later he lifts his head up and takes another step forward, your eyes widening as you feel him poke at your ass.

"I just realised I've never seen you in your uniform before," He breathes out, "You look so sexy baby."

Heat rises up your face, your boyfriend's never said anything like that before. Sure, he once complimented how good yer legs look in shorts or how he likes seeing you so 'comfortable' without a bra on, butbhe's never been straightforward like this.

You can feel yourself creating a pool of slick in your underwear. God, this can not be fucking happening...

"Let's go to my dorm." His voice is an octave lower and he sounds out of breath. "Girls aren't allowed in your dorm building."

"I know most of the people in that building and they know me, they won't tell. So come on," he pulls at you, leading you to his building. He looks back at you, neediness and lust filling his eyes. "I need you right now."

Toshi didn't need to sound like he was begging, you were still going to follow him, but now that he sounds like he wants you so bad he can't control himself anymore, it's making you wanna run to his dorm and rip his clothes off.

You bite on your lower lip, letting him lead you to where his room is.

As you pass through a hall, you smile and wave shyly at some of the familiar faces you see, they look as if they've just seen a ghost. But can you blame them? Ushijima Wakatoshi is currently leading a girl to his room. This is the first time, it should be recorded in the hall of fame or something.

Once the both of you reach his door, which is at the bery end of the hall, Toshi takes his ID card, about to swipe it to unlock the door until he stops midway. He turns around and looks at you straight in the eye, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want to be force you."

You blink at him once, twice, thrice- you take the card from his fingers, quickly swiping it on the lock. You push your boyfriend inside the dorm before looking to your right where the boys in the hall still have their undivided attention at you. "It'll probably get loud, you guys play some music or something." You yell before entering the room and slamming the door behind you.

Immediately, you push your boyfriend onto the wall, leaning in to press your lips on his. Finally, being able to touch your boyfriend after a long day of tiring practice feels to freeing and good. A shiver runs up your spine when he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you grant it to him, he pushes his tongue inside your wet cavern, immediately exploring it like he's a curious speleologist.

His one hand grabs your waist, immediately being able to grab almost half of it given your size differences and his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head to the side to gain better access.

Your hand travels down to the waistline of his sweatpants, pushing your hand inside, feeling strained cock from inside his underwear as your fingers skillfully stroke it.

"Mmmm-" You hum, pushing Toshi off lightly. "We need to take a shower first, we've been sweaty for hours." You tell him, your hand still going up and down his shaft.

He sighs, pulling your hand out of his pants before pulling you inside his bathroom. Inside, he pins you against the wall, his lips on yours as he begins to lift your shirt, only breaking the kiss when a piece of clothing has to come off from around your heads. He pushes your shorts down along with your underwear, letting them pool around your ankles. He pulls your body closer to him, the tip of his clothed cock pressing against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

With one hand, he clasps the lock of your bra behind you, letting it fall on the floor along with your other clothes as his other hand begins toying with your pussy.

"You feel so wet down there. Was it when my teammates were staring at you?" He growls, making you lift a questioning brow. "What... What are you talking about?" You breathe out, sucking in your bottom lip in between your teeth as you grind your hips against his hand, greedy for more friction.

"You like it when my teammates are watching you? Watching as those small fuckin shorts get caught in between your ass? Hmm?" Toshi pushes a fingers inside making you mewl, your walls clenching around it, wanting more. "You like it when people watch you?"

You shake your head, moaning out profanities as you dig your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still rolling your hips and still wanting more of him.

"N-no, no! I only want you to watch me, Toshi!" You whine, moaning loudly once again when he pushes yet again another finger. He scissors his fingers inside you as your walls clench around them hungrily, greedy for more. "You're fucking mine, you got that?" He grits, thrusting his fingers inside you, hitting the particular bundle of nerves again and again leaving you screaming in pleasure with just two of his fingers.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! I'm yours, Toshi! Fuck!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling yourself shake as you cum around his fingers, your cunt squelching around them. You breathe heavily, rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

Toshi takes his fingers out, causing you to whine unconsciously when your hole begins tightening around nothing. He places his hands on either of your lower thighs, pulling you up and hugging your legs around his waist as he leads you to his shower.

He puts you down, making sure you can stand by yourself before hooking his thumbs on either side of his sweats, pulling them down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your gaze is immediately on his member, it's looks so hard and red, the size much bigger than usual and precum is currently seeping out of it.

"Like what you see?" Toshi smirks, this whole side of him completely taking you off guard. You love it. You twist the shower knob on before getting on your knees before him. He steps forward towards you, watching you as you take his dick into your small hands.

You look up at him from below, opening your mouth as widely as you can, rolling your tongue out. You begin by giving his precum-covered head some kitten licks, cleaning it up beforetaking half of his length in your mouth. You hollow your mouth, pushing your head lower as you feel his tip already hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, take that dick like you want it for dinner. My cockslut..." He hisses, taking you by the hair. He tugs on a fistful of your hair, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure and moan loudly, the vibration stirring your boyfriend up even more. He begins thrusting his hips slowly, throwing his head back as you play with his balls and the rest of him that you couldn't take in your mouth.

"That's right, lap up my cock so fucking good, angel. That's right- ah! oh god..." His breathing becomes irregular and his thrusts slowly become more frantic. The tip of his dick continues abusing the back of your throat and tears begin to pool on the corners of your eyes, your cunt dripping wet at the thought of your boyfriend face fucking you at this moment.

Your hand plays with your pussy, drawing circles around and on the clit, chasing after Toshi so the two of you can cum together. "That's right, you're mine. This mouth is mine, and I'm not fucking sharing you with anyone." He seethes, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second until he thrusts particularly deep inside your mouth, the tip of his dick going down your throat as he cums inside you, hot liquid going down your throat has your pussy clenching around your own fingers.

He pulls out, watching as you swallow his load until your mouth is empty of his white seed. The corner of Toshi's hand twitches into a smirk as he wipes a thumb over your bottom lip, immediately you suck on it as you look up at him teasingly.

"Let's wash up, darling." He pulls you up, taking his shampoo bottle and squirting a small amount on his palm, wiping it on your hair continuously until it begins to bubble up. He then proceeds to pour his body wash all over your body, hands roaming around you.

He presses kisses on the shell of your ear as he massages and squeezes your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before going down and washing your slippiery folds. He copies what he did to your breast down to your ass, kneading them like fine bread before guiding you when the water is hitting. As you wash off the soap suds, he pours the same kind of shampoo on his head, combing his fingers through his soap-sud covered hair before following it by lathering his soap all over his body. His hands go up and down his well defined abs and pecks, teasing you as he slowly trails it down to his shaft.

He watches you watch him clean himself, letting you pull him closer to you, letting himself be hit by the running water. Once all the soap is rinsed off, you step away from him and take a towel, drying off your hair infront of the mirror.

You watch in the reflection as Toshi walks out of the shower and towards you, his usual indifferent expression across his face. He runs his haze down your figure before pulling on your towel, setting it down on the counter.

He leans forward, trapping you between him and the counter as he places both of his hands on either sides of your body. "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter. "I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

"Why won't you make me yours?" You challenge him, looking at him dead in the eye. He looks at you for a second, two seconds, three- he spins you around, pressing his lips against yours.

"You're playing a really dangerous game, darling, and I'm not in the best mood tonight." He growls through the kiss, his tongue more aggressive and lips harsher than usual. "Show me how to play it, maybe I'll get to know the rules and it won't be as dangerous as you say it is." You shoot back, running your hands all over his naked torso, feeling ever elevation and dip of his sculpted chest and abs underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Toshi growls into the kiss, turning you around once again and pushing you down on the counter. He presses his tip against your dripping folds, slowly entering you as to not hurt you in any way. He lets you adjust to his size for a few moments and the moment you begin rolling your hips, he combs his fingers through your damp hair, pulling on it and forcing you to see yourself being fucked in front of the mirror.

He thrusts relentlessly into you, the tip of his cock hitting places your fingers never hit before. Your jaw hangs open as you moan loudly, taken in a trance at the feeling of your boyfriend abusing the certain bundle of nerves inside you.

Toshi lifts a leg up on your side, the feeling becoming more and more overwhelming as his thrusts become deeper, much faster and harder. Your walls clamp around him tightly, making him click his tongue. "Yeah that's it, this pussy is all fucking mine, isn't it."

He pulls at your hair, letting go of it before cupping your face, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. Look at how lewd you are right now. You feeling good clamping down on my cock like that?" He asks, his thrusts never once slowing down. The feeling becomes overwhelming to the point where you couldn't form words, and instead you nod your head as to not make a fool out of yourself.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the knot tighten in your belly, your jaw hangs open as drool begins to drip out the corner of your mouth. Your boyfriend breathes heavily into your ear, "Wanna cum? You wanna cum right now?"

"Ye-yeah... yeah fuck...wanna...wanna cum... let... let me...cum...." You lose your capability to form coherent sentences and capability to talk. "I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" Toshi smirks, shoving two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing them on your tongue as he watches you make a mess out of yourself.

Your moans fill the bathroom completely and you feel yourself hanging by a thread, simoly waiting for a word, that one ward that'll have you releasing so hard your legs are for sure going to give out. Just one word-

"Alright my darling, you deserve this." Toshi growls into your ear, letting go of your face in the process. "Cum."

You cum all over his cock, your clenching walls trying to milk him of his own release. Your back arches and toes curl as your boyfriend continues thrusting inside you, thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven as well as his breath.

Once you finish, he pulls out, cumming all over your ass, hot white ropes of his release reaching all over your ass, back and some even on your hair. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as he presses his length on your ass. The two of you stay there panting for a good minute, soaking in what you just did before Toshi begins pulling away. He looks at his artwork on you, mentally patting himself and telling himself 'good job' before he snakes an arm around your limp body.

"Come on, I'll wash you up." He carries you back to the shower, once again going through the process of soaping your body to make sure you're clean before setting you down on his counter. You flinch and hiss at the contact of your pussy on his counter, it hurt.

Toshi kisses you all over you face, muttering apologies about being too harsh in return you tell him it wasn't his fault at all. He dries up your body and hair, letting you brush your teeth before carrying you to his bed. He dresses you up in his clothes and takes out your special kit- basically a box full of skin care products in case you slept over.

"I'll do your skin care for you, just lay down and relax yourself. He says, sitting cross legged on the floor as he rummages through the products inside the box. You look at him, smiling to yourself and asking yourself how the hell you got so lucky to score someone like him. "Do you want charcoal or a strawberry mask tonight?" He asks, holding up two of your favorite mask packs.

You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. "I love you." You whisper out, his eyes widening as it catches him off guard. Toshi feels his heart sink to his tummy as butterflies flutter and dance all over it. He smiles, a faint blush across his cheek. "I love you more." He kisses the tip of your nose.

Toshi then proceeds to just stare at you for a few moments before looking like he snaps out of his trance. A deep blush takes over his face as he buries his face on your chest in embarrassment. You laugh loudly, asking him what was going on.

"You're too cute, I'm never sharing you or this side of you to anyone." He mumbles against your chest, making you smile widely. He turns his head to the side, eyelids halfway down, "I'm greedy for you and only you. Never sharing you with anyone, ever."

[t0shii]

% "what am i supposed to do while you're gone?"

— bnha ver.

.! denki, shinso, shoto, midoriya, kirishima, bakugou (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ not proofread, mention of "snacks" in shinso's

.! couldn't think of anything else to write for today so this is what i came up with hope u enjoy <3

denki

"babe i'm going over to sero's for a bit." kaminari announces, pulling his hoodie over his head, "you're what? i thought we were watching movies tonight kami?" your question was more of a whine than anything. "we are! it's just for a few minutes, he needs help picking out a shirt for his date tonight or something." he kisses your cheek before walking over to your door, "what am i supposed to do while you're gone though?" he thinks on your question for a moment, "what do you usually do when i'm gone?" a familiar heat rises to your cheeks, "i wait for you to come back." you mumble, twiddling your fingers. "c'mon babe, who told you to be this cute? don't worry, cutie, i'll be back in ten minutes." he smiles wide before kissing your lips, "and then we will go on with movie night."

shinso

"i'm going to the store real quick." shinso mumbles, getting up from your cuddling position. "toshiiiii" you whine, annoyed at the loss of warmth your boyfriend had been providing. "why now?" "i'm gonna get us some snacks... is that okay?" you furrow your eyebrows and let out a dramatic huff, "no, we were cuddling." he chuckles, leaning down so he's eye level with you, "don't worry, baby. i'll be back soon." he presses a kiss to your cheek before standing back up. "what am i supposed to do while you're gone?" he looks at you amused, "well, i don't know what do you usually do when i'm gone?" you sigh, heat rushing to your cheeks, and look away, "c'mon don't get all shy on me now, answer." "i wait for you to come back." "that's cute but you could always come with me y'know."

shoto

"hey love, i'm going to train for a bit, okay?" shoto gently nudges you awake earning a groan from you, "hm?" "i'm gonna go train for a little while. wanted to let you know so you weren't confused when you woke up." "you're leaving?" his eyes soften at your question, your soft, groggy voice causing his heart to beat a little faster. shoto nods, "only to train, my love. i won't be long." "don't go." you wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck trying your best to make him stay, "baby, i have to train at some point today-" he chuckles lowkey, "i wont be long, only an hour." he places his hands on your hips, "what am i s'posed to do while you're gone?" he hums at your question, "what do you usually do? while i'm gone, i mean." you burry your face deeper into his neck, "i wait for you to come back." he let's out a sigh in defeat, "how am i supposed to leave when you say things like that?"

midoriya

"i think i'm gonna go study for a bit." izuku states, arms reaching above his head in a stretch. "what? you're leaving me here all alone?" he chuckles at the pout on your face, "well you don't have to stay here." he teases, earning a playful slap to his chest, "haha funny guy... are you really leaving though?" you look up at him, puppy dog eyes in full effect. "hm only for a little bit, maybe like an hour?" unsatisfied with his answer, you quickly and firmly wrap your arms around his waist, "izu please stay and cuddle with me." "baby, i have to study for this exam at some point." "you're always studying though, just this once stay with me? you deserve a break anyways." he thinks for a minute, "you know what, let me go study for 30 minutes and when i'm done we can cuddle all you want, m'kay?" you furrow your eyebrows but let him go nonetheless, "fine, but what am i supposed to do while you're gone?" he laughs, clearly amused, "i dunno, what do you normally do when i'm gone?" you pout, "i wait for you to come back." he smiles, placing a kiss to your temple, "stay in bed okay? i won't be long, i promise."

kirishima

"y/n, babe, i'm gonna go to the gym for a bit." kirishima cups your cheek in his hand, thumb smoothing over the skin, the sensation wakes you up after a while. "hm?" "i'm gonna go to the gym for a bit but then i'll be back okay? tetsu want's to train together." "but we were napping kiri." he lets out a breathy chuckle, "it's been four hours, babe, i can't stay in bed any longer." you nod, "oh, okay." "i won't be long angel, promise." he stands but before he can walk away you grab hold of his finger, "kiri," "yes, angel?" "what am i supposed to do while you're gone?" he frowns at your question, "well i don't really know, what do you normally do? i thought you'd go back to sleep." he says, kneeling back down beside you, "usually i wait for you to get back." he gives you a toothy grin before peppering your face with kisses "oh baby, you're too cute but you're still tired right? go back to sleep, i'll be back in a little while, okay?"

bakugou

"hey, i'm going to train for a little bit." bakugou leans onto your shoulders, wrapping his arms loosely around your neck, "you're supposed to be keeping me company while i study." you groan, leaning your head back onto his own shoulder, "i'm bored." "of course you are. how long are you gonna be? i don't know i didn't think that far ahead yet." you roll your eyes, "you're going by yourself?" "no kirishima said he'd come with." "well what am i supposed to do while you're gone?" you ask, tapping the eraser of your pencil on your desk while you wait for his answer, "study? i don't know y/n, what do you usually do?" he resting his chin on your shoulder, "well usually i wait for you to come back." he rolls his eyes, fighting the blush climbing his cheeks, "okay dummy, i won't be that long, just finish studying and we can watch a movie or something when i get back." he mutters, kissing your cheek before standing up, "okayyyy, be safe." "i always am."

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

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a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

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tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.

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𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 — 𝐬.𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞)

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

genre/trope: angst, unrequited love, forbidden love

warnings: nsfw, profanity, infidelity, mentions of weed/drugs, intoxication

description: you knew you never meant to him as much as he meant to you.. yet deep down, you still hoped his heart also breaks with every single goodbye and the regrets of the past clings to him a lot more than he let you believe.

note: this is a repost of 'the call' where i changed and added a few things to make it fit as a prologue better, so make sure u still read it. i'll do this series at my own pace so please just be patient! i'll open the taglist so just send me an ask if you want to be tagged hehe.

The smell of leather and weed floating in the space surrounding you constricts your breathing, making you gasp for air – even more as he suctions the air out of you through your heated shared kiss, your lungs burning with the need for oxygen. But you ignore it. Running your fingers through his hair and meeting his hunger with kisses equally as rough, you ignore the building pain on your chest.

You rock your hips towards him, feeling his hard crotch rub you through the lace of the panties you bought just a few days ago. Pulling away for a moment only to gasp on his reddening plump lips while he lazily guides your movements on his lap, triggering a flood of pleasure wash over you.

Slender, pale, and long fingers reached over to snatch another blunt, taking a long drag before the very same fingers of the opposite hand takes the back of your neck so he can pull you closer to his lips. He breathes the smoke out of his mouth into yours, connecting your lips once again.

Despite the distinct scent of the drug, you taste a tinge of sweetness on your tongue as his own massages yours. Rocking your hips harder to his forces a moan out of you, making your fingers curl around his lengthy hair. You pull away, muttering a small give me a minute to him. Leaning back on the steering wheel, you watch him while you try to control your ragged breathing.

His hair is long. Long enough that it falls softly all the way to his eyes and cheeks, the ends brushing his really pale skin. With your earlier statement, he just shrugged with the same unchanging look of nonchalance in his eyes—proceeding to take drags out of his blunt. His beautifully shaped eyes now bloodshot and shiny with moisture.

He's almost like a vampire, now that you think about it. So beautiful. Such pale skin but such dark hair. Sharp gaze but soft lips. Intoxicating scent but still so sweet.

The most similar thing between him and vampires, you thought, is the way he sucks all the life out of you. Drying you out and taking all your light.

This man has corrupted you more than you're willing to admit.

You opened your mouth to say something when the blaring ring of his phone makes you jump. His eyes glanced over the source before grabbing it with a sigh and scanning the monitor. You didn't even need to ask who it is. You're very well aware who it is, and why he never hesitated to answer.

When it comes to you, it always takes a lot of rings and missed calls before he picks up, though. You understand. You tell him you do, you always will.

He doesn't pick a call up on the first ring unless it's his girl. Astumu whispered as if he heard you ponder about the caller in your head one night when you were drinking with him in a bar. Loves her a lot. Probably too much.

The alarms rang in your head that night, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. So annoying but at the same time so painful. You didn't know how to turn it off and you wish every single time you could.

"Darling," He whispered with such a loving voice, one you never heard from him when he answers your calls. Your heart ached but you knew better than to confront him about it. Instead you cry in the arms of the twinss—more on Atsumu's, since Osamu takes you through an hour long lecture of why you should have known better.

You know that much, you think.

You shouldn't have let yourself get dragged in this stupid situation, craving a taken man and his touches. Letting him in on your secrets even when he barely lets you get a peak in his.

"I miss you too, my love.. Oh?.. I'll be home soon." He speaks in pauses as he lets her finish speaking first. You close your eyes to prevent the liquid threatening to spill out, taking a deep breath before slowly lifting yourself from his lap to the passenger seat. His eyes widened a millimeter—almost as if he cares what you do, when he noticed you getting off him without having to tell you. You noticed he ended his call with her and you refuse to look back at him. If you do, you are sure of another sleepless night.

Another sleepless night of asking yourself what went wrong and if he ever regretted his decisions— maybe he, too, spend the night wide awake asking himself why he brushed off every single detail of the past like it never existed, why he acts like you're a stranger he met for the very first time when both of you coincidentally takes the seat next to each other on a bar, why he never gave you an explanation of what happened that day.

Cold fingers hook under your chin, slowly turning your head to the left. He leans over the center console, connecting his lips with the soft skin of your neck, making you exhale out at the feeling of him sucking all the reason in you again. He runs his tongue wet on your collarbones, creating a glistening trail.

"I'll see you soon?" He whispered on the crook of your neck, nibbling it a little with his teeth. The bruises he leave on your skin another reminder that everything is real.

You just hum with a nod, cupping his jaw and slowly pulling him away from you with a small smile. One of his bangs fell in the middle of his face—you reached up to brush it away.

So many unspoken words from you. Too many. You wonder if he has anything he's holding back to say too as his eyes linger on you a second longer than usual. Or maybe you're just desperately reading into the lines again, like what Osamu said way too many times.

"Rin, what.. what are we?" Every parting is like this, like a new way of saying goodbye that you both developed. You just needed to be reminded, to wake up from whatever delusions you're starting to have.

"Nothing." He replies as flatly as all the other times before. Not a hint of emotion – no amusement or remorse.

You swallow, letting your hands fall to your sides. On the verge of turning around and reaching the door, his voice echoes once again. "How many times are you gonna ask me this?"

Until you start feeling something.

You thought to yourself. Anger, disgust, love, hatred, adoration, anything. You just want him to feel something. Prove to yourself and everyone else that you're not just a tool to him.

"Sorry. Slipped out of habit." You settle for that response now. No point having a conversation with him about this.

"You don't have to leave right away, I can still drive you home."

Losing all the strength to refuse, you found yourself just agreeing with him. Why the fuck are you even so upset to begin with? You knew what you signed up for. You knew about the girl. You saw him with her in the very same bar a few nights ago. Watched how much attention he gives her, how tightly he holds her.

Of course, you knew about the girl. Your past with her woven in a way no one will be able to deny, and she knows it too, as much as Suna and the twins do. How could you forget? Everything to you was clear as day, from the very first day to the last. Rintarou knows it hurts you more this way, but he never bothers to hide it from you—how he chose her over you.

"I'll break your heart by the end of this, baby." He warns you as you feel his length slip inside you, making you moan out in ecstasy.

"I don't care." You pant, grabbing him by the hips as a way of telling him to go faster.

Looking back, maybe you shouldn't have been so foolish and say that. Now, you're paying the price. Now, your exit has been sealed.

The moment you met him, you forgot everything – your reason, pride, dignity, loyalty, sense, self-love. You hate how intoxicates you like the drugs on his backseat and yet you can't stop. You wonder if he knows how you feel about him—how you still feel about him. If he notices the way your eyes would light up when you see him or the way you would wrap your arms so tightly like you're afraid of letting him go.

The car stopped soon after and you looked out the window to find yourself in front of your house. You collected your things and fastened the clasp on your sandals then opened the door, stepping a foot outside when he once again stops you by the wrist.

"I'll call you soon. I promise."

"I'll be waiting." You wriggle out of his grip without looking back, stepping your remaining foot out to join with the other as you stand up to leave. "Take care, Rintarou."

"You too, baby." The sound of his tires grow fainter by the second as he speeds off to his and his girlfriend's shared apartment and it was so loud, you couldn't tell if there was a strain on his voice when he said that or if you just imagined it again in your head.

You didn't notice the sobs wrecking your body. Not until you feel warm droplets fall to your open palms in front of you. You clutched your phone tightly, holding it to your chest.

You can only hope the next call comes soon, interrupting the continuous flow of the songs on your phone—the very records that remind you of what you never had—or perhaps, if things went a different turn; what you could've had with him.

[viridwns]

Can't help but fall in love with you.

Time: present

Paring: Chuuya x f!reader

Characters: Chuuya nakahara, Dazai osamu, Mori ōgai, Fukuzawa yukichi from BSD

Warnings: none ig.

Request from: @trixiegalaxy . I hope you are happy with this!

You were just looking for a job. A simple job.

You really went from being a secretary with mountains of paperwork your boss left you to being in the middle of a truce meeting.

"No illusions this time fukuzawa?"

"It's a truce meeting right? I don't see the use of using my members ability."

You really didn't want to be here. What were you even thinking! The job that you were offered after just moving into this city was to perfect to be true. You knew something was up, but you still accepted it anyway.

When you were asked to come to an important meeting by Dazai, you didn't think any of it. I mean maybe you had to take notes or something. So ofcourse being the good subordinate you were, you said yes.

Curse this handsome looking man. If only you had listened to your guts when he asked you to join him for a double suicide.

You tugged at Dazai's arm wanting to know why in the hell he brought you here. "What the actual fuck Dazai" you whispered at him a frown setteling upon your face. He looked at you with a grin and winked. Wanting nothing more to bash his head in a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"I can see you brought someone new. I've never seen her face here before."

You looked at the mafia boss. He was smiling at you.

Gulping down the lump in your throat you tried to look as brave as possible. Standing up straight with your chin up.

"She's our new secretary. Thought i'd bring her with us for some experience." You heard Dazai say.

Only Dazai, fukuzawa and you were here. On the other side you could see the mafia boss, a man with no eyebrows? And a short, but intimidating man with a fedora.

Yeah you didn't want to get caught up into this.

"I'm gonna quit the next opportunity i get" you muttered. Regretting not listening to your mother to stay in the little village and not moving to the city.

"Knowing you Dazai, she isn't just a secretary. Just tell us what her ability is."

Wait what?

"Hah?" You said without realizing.

First of all how did Dazai know about your ability. Second of all how could it be of any use here?

"Ah you caught me. She indeed has an ability. Up to you to figure it out."

Dazai said, his famous grin plastered on his face.

"Cut the crap mackerel. This is a truce meeting. Stop this shitty act and just tell us why she's here." The man with the fedora stept forward. His gloved hand pointing at you.

Honestly you don't even know anymore why you were here.

"Can we just set our agreement. My schedule is busy and the only way we can stop (bad guy name) is if we work together."

Your boss spoke up. Looking tired as usual.

"Sorry, but it seems like your hiding something from us. Are you going to attack us when we turn around hm?"

The mafia boss looked at him with an amusing smile.

"Stop this nonsense Mori. Just agree to the plan. You know it's the best thing to do."

"Fine. Tomorrow at midnight i'll send Chuuya and you'll send Dazai. Deal?"

"Deal."

----

Why the fuck.

wHY THE FUCKING FUCK WERE YOU HERE.

That chuuya guy and Dazai were supposed to be going on a mission together.

so why in the hell were you here waiting infront of a shed at 12 AM with Dazai at your side.

Simple answer: you fell for his tricks again.

"Isn't the sky pretty y/n."

"Say one more word and i'll make you regret using me for my ability."

An angry scowl was placed on your features as Dazai pouted.

"Ah come one y/n-kun don't be so mean."

You snapped your head to the right to face him.

"Oh i'm mean? You literally send me here to join you for a suicide mission. I'm only going to be dead weight anyway!"

He chuckled

"Oh don't worry, you're going to be a great help for this mission."

Giving him a confused look, you were about to say something when a voice interrupted you.

"And can i ask why she is here?"

You looked to the left to see Chuuya standing there with a hand on his hip.

"Why is everyone so irritated this night. Well i wouldn't expect less from Chuuya, but you are never irritated y/n."

"For everything there's a first time." You said with a sigh.

This was going to be a long night.

"Just shut up you mackerel. I'm not in the mood for your shit."

Chuuya walked closer to the two of you. He was intimidating as ever, but gosh did he have anger issues.

Dazai tried to open his mouth, but knowing him and his passion for annoying people you interrupted him.

"If we go left from here, we'll eventually see the base of the enemy. There's a way in from the left side of the building without being seen. It's our best shot to sneak in."

You finished looking at the two men.

You could see Chuuya staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked, your hands wiping your face.

It looked like you suprised him by the sudden startled look on his face.

"N-no Let's just go. The sooner we start, the faster we finish."

Chuuya walked past the two of you. Cursing something under his breath. You could swear you saw a light pink covering his cheeks.

----

"Where the fuck did that maniac go?!"

You sat on the ground covering your ears with your hands. Not wanting to listen to Chuuya's whines anymore.

It all happenend so fast. The three of you broke into the enemy's base and found a good hiding spot, but somehow the three of you got caught. Chuuya and you ran, thinking Dazai was right behind you two, but when you locked yourselves into a lab, he was gone.

Looking at the furious ginger you tried to calm him down.

"It's Dazai we're talking about. C'mon have some faith in your partner."

You smiled lightly, but it soon faded as you were met with an angry scowl.

"He was my partner. I can't even believe he brought you."

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

You didn't know either why he brought you, but he could be atleast a bit nicer about it.

"Well i'm sorry for being here, but thanks to me we could break into this place. Also can you just calm your tits. Your behavior isn't helping the situation."

You stood up to look him in his eyes. Your smile being replaced with a more serious look.

"I-." He tried to say something, but instead moved to the other side of the room.

"You're such a nausionce."

Knowing if you would pick a fight with him now nothing good would come out of it.

"I know, now let's find a way out."

Looking around the room, you could only find some medical suplies and some samples of God knows what.

Chuuya began helping you after sulking for a bit in the corner. He checked all the cabinets and only found food and more medical supplies.

"I found nothing, you?"

You asked the man while sitting down on the large dental like chair in the middle of the room.

"Nothing useful no."

Chuuya leaned at the wall infront of you.

"Going outside is also not an option. There are cameras outside the door. So they'll know our location immediately."

You let out a frustrated sigh. Massaging your temples.

"God i'm so stupid. I should've paid more attention to our location."

The man infront of you scoffed.

"Not going to disagree with you on the first thing, but you couldn't have known where we were and we were all in a state of panic. It makes you forget things."

Being a little shocked that he also could be nice, i mean he did call you stupid indirectly, but the words he said did make you feel better.

"Thanks Chuuya. That means allot to me." You said to him smiling.

"Yeah yeah whatever." The pink hue could be seen again on his cheeks as he looked away.

Giggling softly at his flustered state.

"What are you laughing at brat?!"

Ah there was the angry chihuahua again.

"Nothing, just you."

"You bi-."

Chuuya was cut off by voices on the other side of the door. You jumped of your chair looking at Chuuya with a panicked expression.

He motioned to the closet and you nodded your head. Quickly moving over to the closet, you and Chuuya squeezed yourselves in.

The space was cramped, but it was the only solution for now. Knowing that Chuuya's ability would make to much of a commotion.

Feeling Chuuya's warm breath on your lips, you now noticed how short he actually was. His head not coming above your nose. It was adorable really.

He also smelled like wine, but it wasn't smelly or something. It was quite a pleasant smell and not to mention very attractive.

Blushing at your thoughts you looked up.

'Omg why am i thinking this now. He's so attractive- NO Y/N FOCUSE.' you internally screamed.

"This door is locked kiri, maybe the intruders are in here."

A soft rattling noise was heard and the door knob moved a little.

"Damn i don't got the keys. Let me go get them."

You heart footsteps leave the door, but you knew someone else was waiting infront of it.

Suddenly you could feel a light bulb just pop above your head. You had a plan, but you didn't know if it would work.

"Shit what do we do." You could hear Chuuya mutter.

"I might have an idea." You whispered.

----

"Are you crazy?! You can't just do that y/n!" Chuuya whisper yelled.

You were putting on one of the labcoats hanging in the closet. Your other clothes were in Chuuya's hands.

You were wearing your hair loose with a skintight labcoat flaunting every curve of your body.

"It's the only plan right now. And with my ability it is almost guaranteed it will work." You whispered back. You hated this plan as much as he did, but it was your only chance. And you felt sexy as fuck right now.

"I got them!." You heard a man's voice say. Footsteps getting closer. "Took you long enough, now open the door."

"Jeez okay fine."

"There is no time Chuuya." You said closing the closet doors. You could see Chuuya trying to protest, but he gave up.

Scurrying over to one of the counters pretending you were organizing something the door opened.

You heart starting to beat faster and your hands shaking. 'Calm down y/n. You got this you sexy motherfucker'. Your breathing slowed a little and a voice was heard from the doorway.

"Hey you! Put your hands up!"

You looked up to see two men in trenchcoats with guns pointing at you.

"What's this commotion all about gentleman? I'm just trying to do my job here."

You raised your hands and slowly walked over to the men.

"Stay still! Tell me your name."

Stopping your movements you bit your lip.

"My name is..." should you tell them you're real name? Or just make one up.

"Go on woman, we don't have all night."

Slightly annoyed by his tone, you decided to use your own name.

"L/n, y/n l/n." You said

"Never heard of you. Have you?" The man turned to his colleague.

"No, take her in custody."

Panicking internally, you needed to come up with a lie right now! Your ability won't work unless the men touch you.

"I uhmm. I was waiting for one of the men. He hired me for some private time. If you know what i mean." You winked at the two men. Hoping they would buy your lie.

You could see them blushing slightly.

"Who hired you?"

"Dunno. We do these things anonymous."

You walked over to the chair and slowly crawled on it. Trying to nonegelantly show your ass.

"Hey i said don't move!"

The second man said. Coming closer to you.

"Okay, okay calm down." You sat down and put your hands infront of you.

"I'm just here, because he still got 30 minutes left. Rules from my boss. Can't go away till the time is up." You shrugged and flipped your hair. Leaning on your knee with the other hand.

You really had to stop yourself from cringing.

"Well i got to ask you to leave ma'am." The first guys said, putting his gun down and walking over to you.

"Fine, but if you get a call from my boss, don't blame me."

"Ofcourse. You are just doing you're job." The second guy said with a blush on his face.

'Ugh men.'

"You have to lead me the way tho. The other guy insisted on blind folding me." You seductively bite your lip and winked again.

"Of- ofcourse come with us please."

The second guy cleared his throat and offered his hand. Smiling you took his hand and hopped of the chair.

'Now the other guy.'

'Accidentally' stumbling you fell into the first dudes arms, causing him to catch you.

"Oh shit. Clumsy me. Can't even walk properly."

You gave out a short laugh and the guy brushed his jacket.

"It's okay. Now come o-."

Not being able to finish his sentence, he fell to the ground. His partner following him.

"Yeah that's right you two go to sleep. I'll find my way out from here."

Chuckling at your own humor you snatched their guns.

"Wait how-."

Chuuya stepped out of the closet a blush on his cheeks and a confused expression.

Standing up straight you walked over to him and picked up your clothes from his hands.

"It's my ability  'sweet dreams'. If i touch the person and whisper 'sweet dreams' in the next 5 minutes. The person or persons will fall into a coma. They'll wake up when i fall asleep or when i forget i put them to sleep. So i have to keep thinking about them."

You finished off with a smile. Putting your own shirt on again.

"I can see now why Dazai brought you." He said with a slight smirk on his face.

"It isn't all that fancy and i never really used it before."

"Why come you never joined the port mafia or hell even the ADA."

You sighed a little.

"Well it could be a useful ability, but i don't want to be a hero or villian or other shit. I'm happy as i am now."

Chuuya looks at you with a soft expression.

"That's a shame. Would've loved to see you in action more. Or hell even fight against you."

He looked away from you. His hand behind his head. You laughed a little.

"I would absolutely demolish your ass." You said, crossing your arms with a triumph look on your face.

"Hah you wish princess. You won't be able to even come near me!"

You blushed at the sudden nickname. Your hands falling to your side.

"W-we'll see." You cursed yourself for stuttering.

He walked passed you to the door. Whispering something in you ear.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you try to seduce me like the two men you seduced just now."

Your ears felt hot and you were sure you looked like a tomato right now. Chuuya walked out the door and you just stood there. Coming out of your shocked state you ran out the door to slap him. "Come here you asshole." You whisper yelled. Chuuya almost dying from laughter shushed you. "We don't want the enemy to find us now. Do we. Otherwise you have to put on that outfit again."

Smacking him on the back of his head. You couldn't wait to get this mission done.

----

"Ah what a night. Good thing you guys saved me back there. They were cruel!"

The brunette man was stretching his limbs.

It was 5 in the morning and Chuuya and you were finally able to take the boss out (well Chuuya did that part while you freed Dazai.)

"Oh shut up you damn piece of shit. Thanks to you it took us the whole night to finish this job and most of all you brought y/n in unnecessary danger."

"Hey it's okay. I'm fine. Luckily we all are. Let's just head home go to sleep and go back to enemies in the morning." You quickly said walking inbetween the two men.

Dazai yawned.

"Sounds like a great plan y/n! Altough i thought you were gonna quit the job."

You put your hands around Dazais arm.

"Nah can't do that after such an adventure now can i?"

You and Dazai chuckled while Chuuya just sighed.

"Get a room jeez." He said annoyed.

"Ah c'mon Chuuya. We make a great team! I can't wait for the next truce." You said rather excited for this hour.

Coming at the end of the forest you knew you had to say your goodbye's to the men.

"Well y/n i wish you a pleasant night and i'll see you at work again. Chuuya i hope you get hit by a car."

Dazai smiled and turned around to walk away.

You laughed and waved him goodbye.

"That fucker." Chuuya muttered holding up his middle finger.

"Ah come on Chuuya. He may not show it, but i know he sees you as a friend."

"Pff sure in your dreams."

Sighing you face palmed yourself.

"Well i guess this is it then. Goodnight Chuuya."

You knew it was wrong. He was your enemy and you had to put your feelings aside, but you couldn't stop yourself. You never had so much fun in your whole life and to be frank, you didn't want the night to end here yet.

You kissed him on the cheek and turned around.

"Thank you for this wonderful, but crazy ass night." You gave a sad smile. Although he couldn't see it.

Suddenly you felt someone grab you wrist. Spinning you around. You were met with a flustered Chuuya his eyes fixated on the ground.

Standing there in an awkward silence for a few seconds, he finally spoke up.

"Look. I worked with many people before, but i never had so much fun with someone. And-" he became quiet for a bit. Taking a deep breath he continued: " and i never felt like this before. You give me this warm feeling and i hate it, but i can't get enought of it. When i first saw you at the meeting i just knew you were different. So please let's not end this night just yet."

He tilted his head to look at you a serious expression on his face.

"Chuuya-."

Your voice was cut of when a pair of warm lips crashed your own. They were rough, but soft at the same time. Being a little stunned you forgot to kiss back. Chuuya pulled away again taking a step back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what came over me."

This time you shushed him and kissed him back. His arms finding a way on your hips and your arms grabbing his hair to deepen the kiss.

After a few seconds you both pulled away, out of breath. Your fourheads touching eachother and your noses brushing eachother.

"That was- wow."

You said with a small smile.

Chuuya chuckled lightly.

"I won't go easy on you now if we meet again y/n."

"Oh i'm counting on it."

You grinned. Wanting to make this night last longer. He pulled you in for a kiss again and you let him. Nothing making you happier as you are right now.

Little did you two forbidden lovers know that a brunette man was staring contently as his assumptions were right.

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Sorry it took so long :,)