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PLAY DATE (CHERRY)— aizawa shouta x male reader

wc: ~6.5k

cw: dilf!aizawa, babysitter!reader, sexual tension, slow burn, spanking/impact play, finger-sucking, d/s undertones, daddy kink, praise, manhandling, age gap (21 yr old reader, 41 yr old aizawa), porn with plot, size difference/kink, spit/drool, degradation, rimming, hand holding, full nelson, creampie, breeding kink, light feminization

a/n: yes i was listenin to lana while writin this! howd u know?!

The click of a mouse. The sound of a scroll wheel grinding against plastic— rubbery and restricted. A family of five, four, three..family oriented individuals with more kids on their hands than time. It was late, even for you. Who scoured the internet until the sky’s inky black atmosphere was painted a pacific blue. From there, you’d tend to sleep into the late hours of the evening, beneath the comfort of a heavy weighted blanket, until your phone went off or a nightmare pulled you from your slumber.

Your dry, tired eyes trace the blurry words of your computer screen, the bright white light beaming through the depths of your continuously darkening bedroom. The room is almost radio silent— save for the occasional crunching of chips between your teeth and the fan of your laptop working overtime. The text is almost hard to read, shying away behind a hazy glare.

‘One kid—6 year old girl. One pet— black bombay cat.’

Sounds promising. The letters are arranged in a blunt manner, straight to the point and even somewhat intimidating, but the clear boundaries and requirements listed are fair enough.. Maybe even tilted in your favor. Your cursor wanders, ready to further inspect the profile presumed to belong to the parent who created the listing.

Shouta Aizawa, a middle-aged man with a salt and pepper beard, long hair to match, and a distinctive scar below his eye— which looks milky and clear. The other, however, is a deep pool of brown, warm like melted chocolate. His irises melt into his long lashes, which remain straight and strict, much like the demeanor he emits in the headshot photo. It must be reminiscent of his ID, as his career is listed just below his picture.

Owner of Eraserhead Industries.

Huh.

Chewing the fleshy insides of your cheeks, your eyes dart across the screen, hesitantly inching the cursor over the bright, bolded ‘message’ button. Sparks ignite in your stomach, blooming in the expanse of your tummy as you type out,

‘When can I start?’

You hear yourself squeal, pushing away your mouse with your fingertips and hiding behind the warmth of your palms before your computer chimes in response. The message stares back at you, perforating into you as you read it over and over, trying to imagine how this—practicably— rich man would sound. You settle for a deep voice, giggling to yourself as you read out the message.

‘The sooner the better.’

The man is much scarier in person, and your imitation of his voice was nowhere near accurate.

His voice is much deeper than you thought, gravelly and not nearly as riddled with giggles like you’d tacked on. In fact, it only seems to deepen as he nurses a mug of black coffee, just one large hand completely shielding the cup in its entirety. He’d ordered it, busying himself with the sheets of paper he had placed upon the polished table as you explained just how much whipped cream you’d wanted in your milkshake to the waitress.

He takes up most of the space on his side of the booth in the homely café, his layers discarded and shed along the plush seating. The man with dark eyes, Shouta Aizawa, is a natural born leader. The physical embodiment of sticks and stones, seemingly stronger than Zeus himself, he seems to have no faults.

But that’s not what you should be focusing on, not now, when you’re preoccupied with narrowed, umber eyes. They look at you with nothing but impenetrable suspicion, remarkably intimidating despite belonging to someone who looks incredibly angelic. Tufts of frosty hair, unruly and disheveled and divine. The sun dawns down on Musutafu, framing his locks in a makeshift halo. He looks like a fallen angel, of sorts.

“I don’t trust my kids with other kids,” He says, watching the dark amalgamation of caffeine swirl in his porcelain cup. Does he consider his cat to be his kid, too? “How old are you?”

You perk up, straightening your back as you push your straw in and out of your sickeningly sweet milkshake. Whipped cream clings to the plastic, sticky and bubbly with foam, “Twenty-one, sir.”

Aizawa makes a face at that, steely eyes drooping further with the pinch of his dark eyebrows. They slot perfectly, intricate wrinkles firming between them. Did you… fuck it up? You’d consider yourself an adult— comparable to law, anyway. And you can be mature, especially when it counts, so there shouldn’t really be a problem!

It’s evident he loves his kids, despite the hard exterior that he’s showing off there’s a fatherly glint to his eye. A protective overlay to his words. It’s admirable, if anything. You’d even call it charming, the way his eyes bore into you from the outside-in and pick you apart, if it wasn’t so damn scary being on the receiving end.

“Do you drink?”

“…No?”

“Do you plan to?”

More of an interrogation than anything, you take an awfully long time to reply as you use his suspension as an opportunity to savor your milkshake.

“No.”

You make sure to sound more confident this time.

His questions have been asked before, over text and in a manner not as… blunt as you hear it now. But it’s all down to perception, and you’d managed to wrongfully pin Shouta Aizawa as a care-free, laid back guy. Though, from the looks of it, he seems to live up to the ladder. And, upon closer inspection, it does nothing to tarnish his looks.

“Mm,” Is all he says, humming in acknowledgment as a check is placed his way. “You’re young.”

“Young enough to be your son?” You ask, mouth faster than your brain, and suddenly you can’t stop. Your lips curl upward, a smile gracing your lips as you giggle, “People probably think you’re my sugar daddy or somethin’.”

He doesn’t seem to completely respond to that, letting the comment fly into the air as he shifts. Heat somersaults into your face, heating your body up until you find yourself unable to hold eye contact. Nice going.

You wrap your lips around the plump cherry slowly sinking into your drink, twirling the stem between your teeth. It explodes in your mouth, sharp and sweet along the expanse of your tongue, a nice distraction.

Something alien flickers behind his eyes, “Tech savvy?”

“I— Yeah! I play video games,” You almost forget this is an interview, not a date. The thought makes your brain a little fuzzy, cotton forming in your mouth as you stumble over your answer. “Not— Y'know, never on the clock.”

Shouta looks much more vulnerable with his head turned, his veiny hand reaching into the pocket of his inky pants, pulling out an equally dark credit card. No way. His handwriting is illegible, but the swooning waitress deems it acceptable, thanking him for the tip with a high blush on her cheeks. There isn’t a single ring on his calloused fingers, so it’s almost shocking he doesn’t jump at the opportunity

“Good. Eri likes games.” It’s the most praise you’ve heard all night, and hearing it from the deep rumble of his throat makes it even better. Your gaze must linger, because his dark eyes are staring back into yours, almost looking right through you.

“Eri? Your daughter?”

“I don’t like sharing personal information online.”

You laugh nervously, filling your mouth with the melting drink before he can comment.

“I—Woah, sir… your home is… beautiful.” It’s not just flattery, you genuinely, sincerely mean it. You’ve seen it before, sure, through text and under much more professional scrutiny, but the camera doesn’t do it justice. His house aches with love, wrapped up in kisses and enveloped in a sweet, cinnamon-scented embrace.

There’s a heavy amount of childish memorabilia, like crayon drawings hung up on his stainless steel fridge, miscellaneous toys littering the floor, and a pair of tiny shoes resting next to your own. They look comically small, glittery and pink and utterly, indubitably, reminiscent of a six year old girl. Especially in comparison to the sleek, black sneakers Shouta slips off next to them. Utterly, indubitably, reminiscent of a forty-one year old man.

Aizawa makes his way through the living room while you marvel in astonishment, taking in the sights of his house. Surprisingly, despite his not-so-settle display of wealth, his home is the opposite. It’s the real thing, with lived-in floors and comfy furniture..lively and bright. Sure, his sofa is a muted gray, but the portraits and polaroids and children’s drawings make up for it.

You follow along, nearly tripping over some misplaced barbies and action figures as you quickly remove your shoes and stumble forward. Like a newborn fawn, unfamiliar to its own legs, you walk forward with a bashful smile.

It was almost easy for you to forget that he’s human, and not some strong-willed work-machine designed to finish tasks and take care of children.

But the way his joints pop when he shifts a certain way, the way sweat trickles down his forehead after a long day of working in a stuffy office, proves otherwise. It was then, you realize, that he is all flesh and bones. Not pen ink or an indestructible force.

“Eri’s… picky. Try exposing her to different foods every now and then, there’s a list of recipes she likes on the fridge.”

Shouta’s leaning against the marble of his open-island kitchen, socked feet melting into the cold tile. You half-expected his socks to be just as dark as his clothes, so it’s a pleasant surprise to see cartoonish cat faces littering the fabric.

Right—anyway. You nod, though it’s mainly reserved for yourself, as your eyes rake up the words stuck to his fridge. Freshly printed out, not an inch out of place, you wonder how many times he’s done this. The gears turn in your head, clicking and grinding until your lips part, a breathless expression keyed into your facial features. Wait.

“Does that mean—”

“I’ll text you the extra details. Eri’s bedroom is upstairs, but you should wait for her to show it to you when she’s ready.”

Your apartment is a flimsy excuse of a home, nowhere near as intricate and thoroughly loved as Shouta’s. Walking inside, you realize just that, there isn’t even a hint of glitter or gleam as you walk through the front door. Even though you have yet to meet her, Eri’s already brightened up your life. Your walls scream with loneliness, the sound bouncing off each corner until you’re tucking yourself into bed and curling up beneath the sheets.

And though you barely know him, you can’t help but want to follow the childish urge to open up the website you found Aizawa’s listing on to study his headshot.

Eri, you’ve come to learn, is a very smart kid. Perhaps too smart for her own good, too observant, and way too excited to express said observations. You sit taut on the gray sofa, leaning over a sheet of paper as you carefully color between the lines of the thick, inky, coloringbook outline. But Eri’s got her own leaflet, vigorously coloring something she has yet to allow you to look at.

You haven’t known her long enough for the leaves to brown, to fall off and make room for winter. You haven’t known her long enough to see the leaves return, the chilly air slowly descending into something softer, quieter. Warmer with summer’s welcome. But she grew to accept you rather quickly.

It started soon after your first meeting with Aizawa, and to your dismay, you hadn’t really seen much of him after that. Only small traces and fragments, like the religious filling of Present Meow’s food bowl or notes tacked onto the fridge.

Admittedly, you kinda miss him.

You’ve become quite engrossed in Eri’s choice in television, watching the cartoon with just as much excitement as the six your old. It even makes you laugh, hearty and dinkum.

“How do you feel about niku-dofu for dinner tonight, Er-bear?” She barely moves, her tongue held between the corner of her lips as she furrows her brows in concentration. Whatever she’s coloring is much more important than dinner, apparently.

With outstretched limbs, you stand, reaching for the sky as a yawn is pulled from your chest and your eyes grow heavy. Being dragged along by a six year old all day is exhausting. The hairstyling, the nail-painting, the hero-pretending…the dolls.

(Eri quite enjoyed acting out soap-opera levels of dramatic scenes with dolls. And, of course, you could only be the man in these scenarios.)

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve grown attached in the span of a few weeks.

“I’ll take that as a yes then!” You chirp, setting down your finished page with a sense of pride. Might even have to add a signature to it!

With Eri’s toys scattered along the floor, despite your constant advisory to clean them up, walking through the house has become quite the challenge. An obstacle course of sorts that Aizawa must’ve been a master at getting through.

Aizawa… With dark circles that cast shadows down his mature face. With stubble that’s cleanly shaved, not a single hair out of place.

Aizawa…With his long, dark hair that frames his face with thick bundles.

Aizawa… Who almost constantly looks disgruntled, faintly pink lips pulled into a tight line.

Him and his signature crisp, black button up that barely fights against his large chest and his matching pants that cling to his stupidly strong thighs.

It makes your brain a little fuzzy, the thought of his equally large biceps bulging in his shirt as he crosses his arms and stares down at you through the bridge of his nose. And his eyes— piercing and domineering staring straight into yours, lips curled as he berates you like some sort of misbehaving child.

(Which you’d spent a lot of time arguing with him about through sticky-notes…The fridge is powered evidence, covered in neon paper as you remind him you’re ‘not a kid!’ beneath his ‘not bad, kid’ post-it note.)

“Hey? Are you okay?” Eri’s small voice snaps you out of your haze, wide and virtuous red eyes blinking up at you. Clutching her drawing to her chest, she shifts her weight between each leg. Her small smile is gone, so you do your best to conjure up a frolicsome grin.

“Never felt better! Finally ready to show me what you’re working on?”

“Mhm,” She hums, reminiscent of her father.

Eri’s picture is nothing short of sweet. Advanced for her age, she’s drawn three figures that resemble the three of you— herself, Aizawa, you— sitting happily at the generously furnished dining table. On her lap sits Present Meow, a black ball of crayon-esque fur, who has small, wobbly hearts above his head. You all do, actually, some bigger than others (e.i: you quite literally have heart eyes that take up more than half your crayon face), but big nonetheless.

Is your crush on her father really that obvious?

“Oh, Eri, that’s—”

The front door trembles, the doorknob clicking and jingling as it welcomes silver keys. Before your eyes, Shouta’s welcoming himself in, strong right arm pushing the door open. His shoulders are draped in exhaustion, his gray scarf tangled around his neck as he shuts the door behind him.

Embarrassment wells up in your stomach, overflowing until you’re hiding Eri’s drawing behind your back. He doesn’t typically come home this early. Usually within the late hours of the night, into early morning, he can be seen rummaging through the fridge for a drink until he heads upstairs, straight to bed.

Instead, he’s stalking forward.

Did his steps always shake the house like this, or are you just imagining it? You must be, it must be your heart in your ears, because your face is flooding with warmth as he towers over you and peeks over your shoulder.

“What’s behind your back?” He lifts an inquisitive eyebrow, faintly smelling of cigarette smoke.

“What? Noth—”

“Look!” Eri snatches the drawing from your clammy hands and pushes it into Shouta’s abdomen. He hunches over, just slightly, before taking in the image.

“Jesus, kid,” He clicks his tongue with a tenderhearted sigh, looping his thumb around the waistband of his black slacks. “You’re somethin’ else...”

You’d have thought it was meant for Eri if his gaze didn’t flicker up to meet yours.

Dinner rolled around fast, and you’d found yourself nicking your finger on one of Shouta’s large, sharpened knives. Cutting up a small portion of potatoes shouldn’t have been so trivial, a pained gasp escaped your lips as you pinched the tiny wound. You wince, instinctively sucking on the skin of your mangled finger.

“I told you to be careful,” He took your hand in his, swallowing it whole with his palms, and went as far as to berate you, grumbling, “Watch yourself. Are you okay?”

Breathless as you watched him open a nearby drawer, he pulled out a kiddie bandaid, decorated with polka dots and even more cats. You held still, letting him wrap the bandage around your finger nice and tight. And then, only then, did he place a small kiss on top.

“There you go, all better.” It’s a passing comment, only pried from his lips because he was so used to saying it to Eri, and he didn’t seem to realize just how flustered it made you. So you coughed into your hand, secretly hoping the warmth permeating off his body would return to your skin.

Now, with dinner finished, Eri has no problem shoveling the food into her mouth. Must've been all the running around, gave her an appetite fit for a grown woman. It’s not like you have room to talk, you’ve almost choked on your side of miso soup a whopping three times. Shouta seems to be the only composed person at the table.

“You got a little,” Shouta points to the corner of his mouth, waving his willowy finger in a quick, circular motion. “Right…there.”

“Hm?” He watches your face contort, timid and self conscious. He can’t help but smile, just a small upward quirk to the corner of his lips, that slowly disappears as he leans in to wipe off a few grains of rice from the side of your mouth.

There he goes again, acting all domestic, as he raises the same finger to his own mouth. Your pupils blow wide, heat forming in your stomach as he sucks off the rice with disregard for how this might look to anyone besides a father.

Your eyes flicker to Eri, who’s too busy fighting off sleep with the handle of her silver spoon, her tiny head jerking and bobbing every so often, to notice the display.

“I guess—- guess it’s time for bed!” Your voice cracks embarrassingly loud as you stand, quick to stop in your tracks when Aizawa follows suit.

“I got it.”

Aizawa, you’ve learned, says that quite a lot. Despite his generous hourly pay and your obligation to take care of his child, he insists it’s best if he cleans after her. Too intimidated to argue, you simply nod, falling back onto his couch as he ventures back for forth— upstairs and back.

Each time he returns, he notices the droop in your eyes, the way they slowly fall with each step he takes. It’s late, he should be escorting you home, but he doesn’t want to disturb your well-earned sleep session.

As he sits to finally take a break, letting his joins snap and pop, you fall face-first into his shoulder, smashing your cheek against the firm skin.

Your lips pucker, pouty and almost fish-like. Your boyish face, soft and not yet worn down by the tiresome nature of time in itself, looks undeniably cute. Perfect for kissing and irrevocably inviting. Your eyes are shut, lashes resting against your cheeks. Time stops, minutes passing within hours, as Shouta takes in your essence and stares down at your innocent face. Stealing a kiss would just be… so…easy…

“Fix your face,” He says instead, clearing his throat and directing his gaze to the dimly lit, yellow-tinted lamp resting on the end table placed by his half of the sofa. “Or it’ll get stuck like that.”

“M’sorry.” You whisper, bashful as ever despite the slippery hands of sleep reaching back for you. Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?

It makes Aizawa want to retract his statement, press his thumb into the unobtrusive crease forming between your pretty eyebrows. But it leaves before it has time to arrive— to settle, as your body relaxes once more. He observes for a moment, the dip of the couch as you finally sink your weight into it, the debt collectors contracted with sleep finally having caught up with you.

Preserving himself through all these years, none being particularly good to him, he wonders if you’ve faced any similar endeavors. He’d hate to leave you alone, cold and barren as another side of his bed remains despicably untouched, only the ghost of what could have been keeping him company during this sleep-centric night. Your breaths are slow and steady, lips briefly parting to mumble something he can’t quite grasp. Shouta tries anyway, tucking his stubbly chin against his collarbone as he leans forward.

His face is dangerously close, a mere inch separating the gap between his lips and soft, supple skin. With your head nuzzled against his shoulder—broad and wide—your words dispel into the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Alongside a fine layer of drool, something he's all too used to, that slowly spreads the deeper you fall into undisturbed sleep. A heavy sleeper then, he presumes.

Shouta keeps you close, pressing your body against his as he loops his other arm behind your legs and hoists you up. He’s careful to avoid any furniture, holding you with an iron grip as he steps up the creaky stairs. His hair bounces with each step, curly and dark, flowing down his back and streaked with gray.

“..Zawa…” Nearly dropping you, his mismatched gaze locks onto your face. Blissed out and camouflaged with slumber, you stir in his arms. “Kiss me ‘lready.”

Aizawa clears his throat, neck constricting as it tightens around the air. It’s fine, just a baseless comment, he decides, as he slowly opens his bedroom door, careful of the noise. You don’t seem to move after that, dozing in his arms until he’s setting you down into his bed. He really hopes you don’t mind it— he doesn’t have a guest bedroom, after all.

It’s dark in his room, blackout curtains covering any sliver of radiance from outside streetlights. So he flicks on the lamp on his bedside table, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest as he lifts his arms overhead to remove his shirt. Something cold prods at his back, and before he can shed the clothing, Shouta redirects himself to look back at you.

Half asleep, your foot creeps under the comfortable fabric of his shirt. You must’ve discarded your socks in your sleep, because you’re rubbing your eyes with balled up fists as if you’d just woken up. Doesn’t stop you from speaking, vocal cords strained, “S’this the part where we cuddle?”

Aizawa watches you shimmy out of your pants, obviously groggy and irrational from having just opened your eyes, your warm skin slowly being exposed inch by inch. You must overheat in your sleep.

“No, it’s not,” He groans out, sucking in a sharp intake of air as he takes in the mural being painted in front of him. “Go back to sleep, kid.”

“Don’ wanna,” You mumble, much more awake as your eyes hone in on the skin of his back that he’s partially exposing. “And I’m not a kid.”

“Sound like one.” You hear him grovel under his breath, almost as if you were meant to hear it. Aizawa has quite the ability to be silent when he wants to, he can creep up on you without you ever noticing. So you suck your teeth, sitting up in his bed.

He expects you to respond with something witty, something he has to pretend he doesn’t find funny. But you don’t, instead staying uncharacteristically silent. Had it not been the dip in his mattress, he would have assumed you dissolved into thin air.

God, how you hope he won’t find you childish for this.

“Sir, I,” Shouta stiffens, his hair falling from behind his ear as he turns to fully face you. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can you..” He trails off, watching your bottom lip jut out. Plump and shiny, Aizawa resists the urge to sink his teeth into it. How soft would they feel? Would you cry into his mouth if he bit too hard? Anything in his hands becomes fragile, and he wants to know how far you can bend before you break. “Can you kiss me?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond, grabbing your ankle with his rough hands to drag you down into him. Your pretty eyes widen, large and unsuspecting as he crashes his lips against yours, feverish and desperate.

His tongue swipes over your lower lip and eagerly awaits yours, tasting faintly of cigarette smoke and cinnamon. Undeniably Shouta, you can’t help but whimper into his mouth, tangling your fingers into his disheveled hair. His mouth is warm and wet— almost searing hot, and you can’t help but choke on your own breaths. You sink into the kiss, floaty and dumbstruck by his urgency.

Like a starved man, he pushes you down on your back and tangles his big hands in the waistline of your boxers, tugging the elastic apart until it rips with a ‘snap!’. You’re exposed, legs instinctively closing to shield your half naked body.

“Aht-aht. Sit still,” Aizawa hand quickly latches around the base of your dick, sending shocks of electricity up your smaller (in comparison to his) body. You tug on his wrist, eyes burning with unshed tears as he stares down at you, predatory and famished. “When’s the last time you played with this pretty cock? Did you think of me?”

He doesn’t give you time to speak, instead spitting down onto your cock with a thick, shiny glob of spit. You can’t help but moan, watching it slide down and heat up through his fingers. His hand envelops you entirely, big and warm and squelching as he accentuates his words with particularly sharp pumps.

“Oh, sweetheart,” His voice sounds condescending and feignedly sweet, you swear you could cum just from hearing it. “S’been a while, huh? Yeah? S’why you’re leaking all over my hand?”

You feel yourself nod, quick and enthusiastic as you melt into his palm. Your legs turn into jello, numb against his warm sheets, as your toes curl and your back slowly inches off the mattress. Shouta’s eyes are lidded and heavy, drinking you in and burning you from the inside out. You keen, pulsating in his hand until the warmth is suddenly gone, and you’re blinking away frustrated tears.

“No—!”

“Greedy brat,” Shouta’s quick to shut you up, large hands sinking into the plush skin of your thighs as he spreads your legs open impossibly wide. “Fuck, got a greedy hole on you too.”

Your hole clenches in response, eager to have his attention. You can feel a trail of precum and spit soaking the area, warm and wet, not yet reminiscent of his cum. Soon enough, you hope, he’ll be filling you to the brim and then some. Your hands, somehow forgotten, scramble to unbutton his dress shirt.

Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, you gasp in retaliation to his big hand clutching your jaw with indescribable force and pressure. Trying to leave finger-shaped bruises. Your lips part, tongue pushed free from your squished cheeks as you blink up at him, eyes dancing between one milky-white iris and another, only chocolate brown.

“Go on, say it. Tell Daddy you’re a greedy boy with a greedy little hole,” He’s spitting into your mouth, a thin trail of saliva indirectly connecting his tongue to yours. “You can do it, sugar.”

Oh. Oxygen disconnects from your lungs, dumbly blinking up at him with a garbled moan. You can’t speak if you wanted to, not with his hand around your jaw like this, so you settle for swallowing down his spit with a feeble smile. All you can push out is a mangled ‘Daddy!’ but Aizawa seems to take that for an answer, groaning as he hikes your knees up to your chest, sighing when you squeal in response.

His big, warm body is pressed up against yours, much bigger and stronger, and it’s apparent in every movement he makes. He’s able to push you around, flip you over and push you down with barely a finger, and you’re sure his hand can cover the entirety of your face. You moan, wanton and sweet in his ears as he maneuvers your arms to keep your legs up.

“Gonna take real good care of you,” Shouta— Daddy sighs, hunched over and breathing dangerously close to your entrance. Almost like he’s talking to your hole instead of you, and you’d protest if it weren’t for the hot, wet stripe he’d just licked down from your perineum to your hole. Your body feels warm and tingly, legs twitching as his tongue prods and pokes deeper and deeper, slowly slipping inside. “Gonna let Daddy take care of you?”

He’s sure to make it messy, adding generous amounts of drool and spit along your sensitive hole, eating you out like he gets paid to do it. He makes you lay there and take it, holding your legs open like some cheap whore, settling between your thighs with feverish and hungry kisses. Making out with your hole, you watch with heavy eyes and a gaped mouth.

“Yeah, yeah..” You moan subconsciously, a constant stream leaving your pretty, parted lips. He takes the opportunity to fill your mouth with his fingers, long and scarred as his fingertips run along your pink tongue. His fingers taste vaguely of salt, and you can’t help but suck on them, eyes fluttering in content.

You barely catch it, a small kiss being placed on the curve of your jaw until he’s freeing his fingers from your mouth. He resists the urge to shove them down your throat, watch your eyes get glassy and wet as you gag on his fingers like you would his cock.

“Gotta get this cunt nice n’ ready. Watch me eat you out, boy,” His voice has dropped several octaves—if that’s even possible—thick and heavy and reverberating straight into your hole. It’s like he knows you by heart, even if this is your first time together, because he’s slotting his thick, scarred fingers in along with his tongue. “Such a pretty hole. Matches your face.”

Through the haze you’re still able to mumble out a quiet, “Thank you,” timid, small, and broken up between moans.

“Good boy, still remembering your manners,” He sounds just as breathless as you, pressing his fingertips against the special spot inside of you. Your body jolts, a shriek ripping from your throat as he puts pressure on it, bullies it with his fingers, and follows suit with his tongue. Too much. “Shh, I know. Try to stay quiet for me.”

For me. The implication has you whining, high in your throat and pitiful as you nod to no one in particular, wiggling in your boss’s hold. For me. The implication has you whining, high in your throat and pitiful as you nod to no one in particular, wiggling in your boss’s hold.

You want to be good, be the best boy you can be, but you just can’t help it. The complete opposite of what he’s told you to do, high off his fingers as your body clenches and your moans grow louder and louder, fingernails digging into the soft surface of the back of your knees. He just presses and presses and—

Stops. Abrupt and fleeting until his hand is back, but instead in the form of a harsh slap right across the back of your thighs. Your sit spots.

“Wh- mm-mm…! Waitwait..Daddy—!” You’re stunned, stuttering and stumbling over your words as you fail to recollect what just happened. You press your face into your knees, bunched up tight as tears spring in your eyes. “That hu—urts.”

The pout in your voice is evident, and Shouta can’t help but coo. Especially when your cock, lodged right between the thickness of your thighs, jumps and leaks more precum. His own throbs in his pants, leaking into his underwear and leaving him sticky. God, he can’t wait to feel your hole twitch around his dick.

“You’re a big boy. I know you can take it, you said it yourself, didn’t you?” And there it is again, the fog that casts over your brain as you can only think of being good. Good for Shouta. Good for your Daddy.

There’s a sharp smack right on top of your little hole, the entrance winking back in retaliation as you sob into your knees. The pain doesn’t last long, simmers down and is easily replaced by heat when his fingers rub soothing circles around your rim.

“Daddy,” Your voice comes out much sweeter and wet, letting out a small sniffle as you peek out to watch him place open-mouthed kisses against your hole. “Want you.”

“You have me, boy,” His heart melts, and a soft smile creeps up on his handsome face. His tie dangles as he shifts his weight, opening his bedside drawer to pull out a condom and cherry flavored lube. Ironic. “Now let me in, wanna make your pretty fuckhole cream around my cock.”

“Wait,” You rasp, watching him tear open the packaging with his teeth. You’re still breathless and shaky, but you’re trying your best. “Wanna feel you. Wanna feel you inside me.”

Aizawa’s deep groans are music to your ears, and your eyes threaten to roll back into your skull when he frees himself of his shirt and sheds his pants. His dickprint is big and thick, throbbing in the fabric and sticky with fresh precum. You want to taste it. His cock springs free as his briefs drop to the floor, slapping against his abdomen and weeping.

You watch him fuck his fist, pouring the slick lube down his cock and warming it up with his palm.

“Yeah? You want it? Gonna listen to Daddy so he can put his thick cock in that sloppy little hole? C’mere before I shoot into my fist.”

You nod so hard it hurts, squeezing your shaft to stop yourself from cumming to his words alone. Your cock twitches in your hand, hard and wet as Shouta walks forward to meet you at the edge of the bed and scoops you up into his arms like you’re weightless. It must be easy for him, seeing as he’s so much bigger than you in every way.

“Won’t fit—”

“Shh,” Like he knows what you’re going to say before you can utter it, Shouta lifts you into the air with ease, and you can feel his cock pressing against your puckered hole. “We’ll make it fit.”

Your back presses against his chest, upright as he loops his arms around the backs of your knees. You’re spread wide, and with Shouta’s strong grip, all you can do is sit there and take it. You can feel him twitch and throb from the inside-out, his cock gushing pre as you sink down onto his cock. Your eyes roll back, wanton moans and a chant of ‘DaddyDaddyDaddy’ filling the air as snaps his hips, barely letting you adjust.

His dick is stretching you open, thick and long, and pulsing and veiny as you feel it bulge in your tummy, pushing past your rim and filling you up.

“Thought about this for weeks,” Your breath catches in your throat, and suddenly you’re too far gone to answer. “I—yeah, should’ve fucked you in that café.”

From the… Start?

Heat pools on your stomach, his cock punching your insides and kissing each sensitive ridge with every movement he makes. Your moans are unintelligible, barely even coherent, as he fucks into you, lifting you off his cock again, and again, and again. Cock-drunk while his dick rearranges your guts, drool slips from your mouth and down your chest.

You look pathetic and ruined.

“So cute like this, pretty baby. You make the dumbest little faces when you’re fucked stupid on Daddy’s cock, but still so damn cute.”

His cock drags in and out of your plushy walls, precum and lube making a creamy concoction along his shaft with each thrust. Your face is stained with tears and drool, mouth open wide as you pant and whine.

The knot in your stomach tightens, your hole beating around his cock as Aizawa moans, and you feel your body go numb as you shudder and convulse. You’re cumming, and your smaller hands squeeze his big ones as he uses you like a fucktoy, bouncing off his lap with tiny, “Mm, mm, mm’s.” Your hole grips him like a vice, swallowing his cock deeper and deeper until you feel warmth flooding your stomach, your balls tightening by the second.

“Da—addy please, m’cummin’, m’cummin’!”

“There you go, smart little boy,” Shouta groans loud in your ear, twitching in your tummy when you clamp down on his dick. He wants to fuck his cum into you, you deserve it. You deserve his cock, you deserve his load, you deserve to be stuffed full until you’ve milked his dick for all he’s got— all it’s worth. “Just keep bouncin’, so fuckin good at it, gush on my cock. What d’you say, baby? What d’you say to Daddy?”

You wish you could see him, the grit of his teeth as his thrusts turn sloppy and messy. But you know he can see you, staring down at the cum painting your chest as it squirts out your cock in thick, rapid ropes. Mixing with your tears and drool, you know you look like sex on legs, eyes void of everything but the need for cock.

“Thankyouthankyouthank—fu-huck,” His cock is jackhammering so deep you can barely breathe. “Thank you, Daddy!”

“Gonna make you just like Daddy, gonna make you one too,” It must send him over the edge, the sounds of your hole squelching as he scrambles your insides, because he’s quick to shoot a creamy, hot load of cum straight inside you. “Wanna be a big boy so bad? Then—fuuuck— take it like one.”

He gives a few last slow, deep thrusts inside so his cum really takes, carefully freeing your legs as you collapse onto him with a breathy moan.

“‘Zawa…”

“C’mere, brat,” You’re quick to whine, weakly pressing your face into the expanse of his large chest, all tears and snot and cum as he cradles your head between his large hand and his even larger chest. You feel protected in his arms, shrinking even smaller into his lap as your eyes slip closed and his cum leaks down your thighs. “You’re a good boy. My good boy.”

Shouta’s hand is ablaze when he brushes it along your forehead, soon after replacing it with a gentle kiss. He means it.

“Let Daddy take care of you.”

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megistusdiary · 9 months

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okok but hear me out,,, phone sex w hsr characters of ur choice,,,, IIIII JUST think its crazy that theres canonically phones in hsr and no ones doing anything w that LMAO

this ask is actually so ancient but i was sifting through them and thought...why not?

and so, i present to you, phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko 😇

i really hope i am not making them ooc, but i did my very best, so please let me know ♡

phone sex with kafka, jing yuan, and himeko ☄. *

(separate) dom!kafka, jing yuan, and himeko x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), phone sex, wlw content (kafka, himeko), male masturbation (jing yuan), fem masturbation (himeko, reader)

*ੈ✩‧ kafka

you knew it was a bad idea to answer your phone when she texted. you knew it was a bad idea to sneak off to your room to answer her. you promised yourself you wouldn't; she was a stellaron hunter. the woman your friends were trying to run away from.

yet you find yourself chasing her like a little puppy, leash in your mouth just to hand it over willingly to her.

she's watching you through your phone screen, with all the shaky movements of your hand as you clumsily hold the phone for her to see. her hand is held so her fingers gracefully touch her lips as she admires the way your own fingers press deeper inside of you.

she's even insisted you keep the audio on. "i don't want to miss all those pretty sounds you make, especially from that cute little cunt." she had told you.

"play with your clit a little too, sweetheart." she coos at you through the phone. obediently, your thumb swipes messily at your clit and you whine at her. "aww, such a cutie." she giggles.

you almost drop the phone a few times, ears burning in embarrassment when she giggles at just how adorable you are. you couldn't even hold your phone right for her, let alone make yourself feel half as good as she could. why, if she was there, you'd already be shaking by now. what a pity.

jing yuan ˚ૢ⋆˚

jing yuan grunts softly, hand wrapped around himself as his phone rests on the desk in his office. your moans ring clearly through the speaker, echoing off the walls. you're blissfully unaware of just how vocal you're being. of course, even if everyone could hear it, nobody would dare speak against the general!

"feeling good, angel?" he asks. his voice has gone lower than normal, throaty as he fucks his hand with every sweet noise you make.

"mmm, yes-" your voice is breathy, and he groans at the slick noises of your pretty pussy. he can imagine it, he can imagine you.

his hand tightens subconsciously when you cry out for him. "does it feel good?" you ask him, and your voice sounds downright angelic to him. his hips stutter and he nods before realizing you can't see him.

"yes," he confirms, sounding breathless, "but it's only a fraction of how you feel wrapped around me." he grunts, and the image of him in your mind is surreal. "aeons-" he pants as he listens to every little noise you make while your fingers push faster and faster.

"that's it, sweetheart-"

himeko ˚ ༘♡

himeko can't suppress her soft sighs as her fingers press against her clit softly, teasingly. "sweet girl, are you just as worked up as i am?" she hums into the phone.

she's rewarded with a needy mewl as you rub over your own clit through your panties. "yes! please- please, let me- need to-" you mumble incoherently and she smiles, biting the inside of her cheek.

"go ahead, take them off." she nods, listening to the rustle of clothing as you finally strip your panties off. "are you wearing anything else now hm?" before she gives you the chance to process and reply she laughs quietly. "on second thought, just take everything else off. i want you completely bare for me, okay, sweet girl?"

"okay." is all you can muster as you remove everything else. the soft blankets of your bed on the express rub deliciously against your nude form. you both wish she was here, playing with you herself. you regret not going with her on this mission... "i miss you." you whimper, rubbing gentle circles into your clit.

her heart melts at your gentle tone. "i know. i miss you too. so much." she breathes out, slipping her panties to the side to slide her fingers in instead. you can hear her sighs, the slick pumping in and out. "i'll be home soon, i can't wait to see you." her voice is full of genuine promise.

she smiles at the thought of you...waiting for her. of course, she has the obligatory thoughts of wanting to fuck you, to render you a babbling, leaking mess for her. on the other hand, she can't wait to spoil you with her time and affection. keeping you on her lap, massaging your back, smoothing her thumb over the apples of your cheeks.

for now, she settles for the slick sounds of your fingers on your pussy and your sweet little mumbles of her name.

#honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #kafka hsr #kafka smut #jing yuan smut #himeko smut #kafka x reader #kafka x you #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n #kafka x y/n #himeko x reader #himeko x you #himeko x y/n #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

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HIGH (modern au)

CEO! Cregan Stark x Heiress! reader

[synopsis: As the heiress to a conglomerate, it can be extremely difficult and challenging. So you decide to step away and find yourself with cregan.

[warning: smoking, not proofread

Cregan Stark leaned against the balcony railing, the city lights flickering below like stars trapped on earth. He flicked his lighter, the flame briefly illuminating his chiseled features before he brought the cigarette to his lips. The scent of tobacco mixed with the crisp night air, creating a heady aroma that felt strangely comforting.

"You know, this is probably the worst thing we could do for our images," you remarked, stepping onto the balcony with your own cigarette in hand. The cool night air wrapped around you like a cloak, and you couldn't help but shiver slightly, though whether from the cold or the presence of the Stark heir, you weren't sure.

Cregan's lips curled into a smirk as he blew out a plume of smoke. "Since when did you care about our images, Princess?" His voice was a low rumble, filled with amusement.

You shrugged, leaning beside him, the heat from his body a stark contrast to the chill in the air. "I don't, really. Just pointing out the irony."

He passed you his lighter, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. "Irony? That the heirs to two of the biggest conglomerates are sneaking a smoke like rebellious teenagers?"

Lighting your cigarette, you took a deep drag, savoring the way the nicotine hit your system. "Exactly. We should be inside, mingling with the other sharks, planning our next big moves."

Cregan turned to face you fully, his intense grey eyes locking onto yours. "Or maybe, we deserve a break from all that. Maybe we need moments like these to remind us that we're still human."

You met his gaze, the world around you fading into insignificance. "Maybe," you echoed softly, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the cigarette between your fingers.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city and the faint crackle of burning tobacco. In that shared quiet, you found a connection deeper than any corporate alliance, a bond forged in the rare moments where you could just be yourselves.

"Remember that summer at the Hamptons?" you asked, a nostalgic smile tugging at your lips.

Cregan chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "How could I forget? The bonfire on the beach, the midnight swims, and you challenging me to that surfing contest."

You laughed, the memory vivid and bright. "You cheated, by the way. I'm convinced you had more practice than you let on."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Cheated? I seem to recall you daring me to do it. Besides, you held your own pretty well."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress your smile. "It's one of the few times we weren't surrounded by suits and expectations."

Cregan nodded, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Those moments are rare. We should make more of them."

You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw beyond the heir to the Stark empire. You saw the boy who'd grown up under immense pressure, the man who craved genuine connections as much as you did.

"I'd like that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Then let's start now."

As the night stretched on, you and Cregan smoked in companionable silence, sharing stories, laughter, and dreams. Two heirs finding solace in each other, away from the demands of their world, cherishing the simplicity of a shared vice and the promise of more moments like this to come.

Cregan's phone buzzed, interrupting the quiet. He glanced at the screen and sighed. "Duty calls," he muttered, but he didn't move to answer it. Instead, he turned to you, his expression softening. "Ever think about just... running away from it all?"

You laughed lightly, the sound mingling with the distant noise of the city. "More times than I care to admit. But where would we go?"

He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Anywhere but here. Someplace where no one knows our names or cares about our last names."

The thought was tempting, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to imagine a life free from the pressures and expectations. "Maybe a small town by the sea," you mused. "We could open a little café, live simply."

Cregan's smile widened. "I like that. We could call it 'The Heirloom Café,' a nod to our past lives but nothing more."

You shook your head, grinning. "You have it all figured out, don't you?"

He chuckled, the sound deep and reassuring. "Not really. But it's nice to dream."

As the night wore on, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you. You talked about your hopes, your fears, and the weight of the legacy you each carried. Cregan revealed a surprising passion for painting, something he rarely had time for, and you confessed your love for writing, the novels you penned secretly in the dead of night.

"Why don't you publish them?" he asked, genuine curiosity in his eyes.

You sighed, the weight of your responsibilities pressing down on you. "Because they're not what people expect from me. They're personal, and I'm not sure the world is ready to see that side of me."

Cregan nodded, understanding in his gaze. "I get that. Sometimes, it feels like we're trapped by the expectations others have of us."

"Exactly," you agreed, feeling a kinship with him that you hadn't felt with anyone else. "But out here, with you, it feels different. Like we can be ourselves."

He reached out, his hand finding yours in the darkness. "We can be. We just have to decide to make it a reality."

You squeezed his hand, the simple gesture speaking volumes. "Maybe one day," you whispered, the words a promise and a hope.

The conversation lulled, the silence comfortable and filled with unspoken understanding. You finished your cigarettes, the smoke curling up into the night sky, disappearing into the vast expanse. "Ready to go back in?" Cregan asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. "Yeah. But let's promise to do this again. To find these moments, no matter how busy we get."

Cregan smiled, his hand still holding yours. "Deal."

With a final look at the city below, you both turned and headed back inside, the noise and chaos of the party enveloping you once more. But something had changed. There was a connection between you and Cregan now, a shared understanding that made the weight of your responsibilities a little lighter.

As you mingled with the other guests, you caught Cregan's eye across the room. He raised his glass in a silent toast, a promise of more moments like the one you'd just shared. You smiled, raising your own glass in return.

For tonight, you were heirs to empires, but in that brief interlude on the balcony, you were just two people finding solace in each other. And that was enough.

Later, as you lay in bed, you thought about the evening's conversation. The idea of running away, of living a simpler life, was still tempting. But more than that, you realized how much you valued the connection you'd found with Cregan.

Maybe you couldn't escape your responsibilities, but you could find ways to cope with them. And maybe, just maybe, you could find more moments like the one you'd shared tonight, moments that made everything else worth it.

With that comforting thought, you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a little café by the sea and the promise of more nights spent talking and laughing with Cregan Stark.

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miioouu · 11 months

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Studying with Captain Price

I wrote this while studying for my midterms and wishing Price would offer me incentives for every chapter I finish.

Tw: smut, age gap, a bit of dumbification, mention of marriag, f!reader

Imagine you're sitting, eyes glued to your laptop's screen, chewing at the end of your pencil as you scan through the thousands of useless words to find the overall important idea. Another huff from you as you see that you still have more than seventy pages to go through, made John tut and crack his knuckles as he gets off the couch and makes his way to you. Without a warning, stealthy like a fox approaching its prey, his hands wrap around your waist, lifting you up just barely so he could slide under you and sit you on one of his thighs. "You're being fussy, baby. Stop complaining, you need to study and get that degree so i can put a ring on that finger" he reminds you. His fingers lace with yours before leaving a soft kiss onto your knuckles. Encourages you to keep studying, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck every once in a while, pinching your thighs at every complaint you let out, and when he sees you reaching for your phone for some distraction from the two billion pages chapters, his hips would thrust up, reminding you of what you should be doing.

And really, it should be encouraging, it should keep you focused, the promise he made about making you his after you finally graduate. But it doesn't. Instead your mind is filled with ideas. They began sweetly, thinking of the ring he'd get you, the songs that'd be playing, the night of as he peels the white dress off of your body. You hummed at the thought, staring dumbly at the bright screen of your laptop, it didn't go unseen by the big man. He chuckles, lips on your neck again, renewing the hickeys he left a few days ago. "Pretty baby, what's distracting you, hmm?"

Why was he even asking? it's obviously his fingers slipping the hem of your nightgown up, only to start thumbing at the elastic of your cute cotton panties. It's obviously the way his teeth are grazing the tender skin of your throat when you roll your head back. It's obviously how he pushes you off of him slightly to release his aching cock, only to bring you back down, moving your panties to the side so he can settle into your warm walls. "Come on, study well baby. I need to show you off. Make all the other boys jealous of my pretty, smart, kind girl, yeah?"

And you'd whine and whine and whine, whimper with each of his thrusts. He's so mean, making sure to go even deeper whenever you'd finish a slide or a page, making sure to still his hips whenever you'd take too long. He's so mean, making you cockwarm him, scolding you when you'd start to move your hips, threatening to leave you all alone in your misery. He's so gentle when you'd start to really get frustrated, tears pricking your eyes, even you're not sure if you're irritated at him or at that stupid course. He hushes you "Alright baby, need a small break?" He doesn't wait for your answer, pushing your laptop and notebooks aside, lifting you up and softly pushing you against the table, pressing your chest to the cold wood. He's palming at your hips and waist as he sets up an agonising slow pace. Is he teasing you, punishing you, or trying to calm you down? Whatever it is it doesn't last long, a plea escaping your lips is all it took for him to pick up the tempo of his movements. His pretty tip would nudge your cervix with each of his thrusts, his chest would brush against your back when he'd kiss your nape. And soon enough his sweetness would dim only to be replaced by an animalistic instinct. Your skin would bruise under his tight hold, your voice would echo loudly in the room, across the house. And soon enough, his warm praises will turn into dirty ones "So good for me. Such a good slut, taking all of me like that. Such a good slut, doesn't like to use her mind for anything other than thinking about my dick, hmm?" Oh he's so right, he's so right! How are you supposed to focus on your studies when his arms circle around your waist and push you back up, making him delve even deeper in your spongy walls? How are you supposed to focus on your studies when he's making you see stars, when he's making you scream his name like a mantra, when he's making your legs tremble from the intense orgasm? How are you supposed to focus on your studies when he keeps going, not even slowing down, even when you beg him to, not until he's satisfied, not until he paints your inside white, and make drip on your notebooks for you to remember later when he forces you to get back to studying, you want that ring right?

#captain price x reader #john price x reader #john price smut #captain john price #john price #captain price #captain price smut #smut #cod smut #cod x reader #female reader

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meowhara · 7 months

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Mafia!Miguel O'Hara x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader

tw : death (sorry), blood and violence, gun, isolation, manipulation, mentions of abuse, slight smut, a little bit of fluff ig (not between Miguel and reader, yet)

summary : freedom do come with cost, a cost of another's life on the line

a/n : I'm still alive, unfortunately.

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸, 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

“I don’t think this is a great idea.” Lyla said as she sat on one of the cushions in Miguel’s office, busy with her phone. While Miguel himself is busy doing some paperwork. “What do you mean?” He looked at her with an annoyed expression then took off his reading glasses. She pointed towards the monitors in the corner of his office. A soft crying noise erupted from within the monitors as the screens remained dark and untouched.

It has been at least 24 hours after he isolated you in that room of his. You don’t even know if it’s day or night anymore as you can feel yourself starting to crumble away. Lying on the hard and cold concrete with tears wetting your face, your whole life starts to flash before your eyes. Memories of the past of how horrible your life has been begin to fill your mind. Will this be the kind of life you'll live until the end? To exist without any sense of freedom at all, making it all seem like a nightmare. But the nightmare has just begun.

The metal door creaks open slowly before Miguel enters, scanning the dark room just to find you cowering in the corner of the room. He kneels in front of you to meet your eyes, letting light illuminate the room so he will be able to take a look at your beautiful face. But you're too scared of him so you hide your face using your bunny ears to avoid his gaze.

"Have you learned your lesson, little one?" Your body quivers upon hearing his low and raspy voice. He moves your ears to the side then lifts your chin up with his finger. "I asked you a question." Seconds went by without you saying anything to reply to his question. He let out a 'tsk' sound before standing up and looking down at you with disdain, "You haven't learned anything have you? I guess you're going to stay here until you grow mold."

Just before he walks away from you he feels a tight grip around his leg. "No, please! Let me out! I'll do anything and— and I'll listen to you, I promise!" Your begging was like a melody to his ears, resulting in a slight smirk creeping up to his face in satisfaction. He got down to his knee once more with his hand caressing the side of your face. "You promise?" You nodded in response and nuzzled deeper into his touch to please him so he would release you from this hell hole. His smirk got even wider, "That wasn't so hard was it?" He unlocks the chain around your neck and offers you his hand to take. You hesitate for a bit before putting your hand in his.

He leads you upstairs into his bedroom while holding your hand tightly in his grip as if you're going to run away and escape from him again. He closed his bedroom door then cupped your cheeks just with one hand. He secretly loves the way your whole face fits in his massive hand. It makes him hard just from the size difference between you and him. How adorable it must be to have his cock buried deep inside you. All of those 'it won't fit' bullshit that would come out from your mouth just before he forces himself into you. To have you tear up like the cry baby you are and moan underneath him while he violates your tight hole with his cock. To have you submit to him and only him.

Just the thought of your body against his makes his mouth water, like a predator ready to devour its prey. But he must control himself and take this a little slower than he usually does. He clears his throat and puts those thoughts aside, "From now on I want you to listen and obey everything I told you to do. And don't even think of disobeying me, you know very well where you'll end up if you do. Understood, little one?"

You knew that you didn't have any other choice. It's either you obey him or try to resist and end up in that basement again for god knows how long. So you decided to nod, to listen to him for the time being until you found another way to escape from his grasp. "Is that a yes? Good." He lets go of your face before entering the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. He started taking his clothes off with his back facing you, revealing his toned back muscles with lots of scars and a massive spider tattoo.

Your mind goes crazy as you think of how this will end up, not realizing how red your face has become. "Take your clothes off." He then enters the bathtub that was prepared for him to relax in. A loud exhale escapes his mouth as he relaxes all of his muscles, enjoying the relaxing sensation of the hot water against his skin. "Excuse me?”

"You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself." He warns, louder this time. You bite your bottom lip in worry before slowly taking your clothes off, presenting your bruised up body to him. His eyes trails over every inch of your body to savor the enchanting view in front of him. Those bruises on your body makes him desire you even more. If only he was the one who marked you and did all of that to you, not that asshole who abused you not long ago. You feel humiliated from how small he makes you feel. "That's my girl." He purrs then gestures to you to come closer to him. He lifts you off the ground so easily then places you on his lap with your back resting on his torso.

He feels pleased by your small frame sitting on his lap. He has found the missing piece that fills the emptiness inside of him. He enjoys always being in control and you let him control you as if you're nothing but his toy.

After a minute of silence of you sitting uncomfortably on his lap he notices your body quivers. He wraps his hands around your waist as a gesture to soothe you, pulling your body closer to his until there is no more space between the two of you. He brushes your hair to the side then starts kissing the side of your neck gently. "I've been wanting to do this with you the moment I lay my eyes on you." He said as he held you tighter in his arms.

He savors the way your soft skin brushes against his, the way your body flinches every time he tries to touch you. He pulls your face closer to his then starts kissing you passionately. Your eyes widen from his sudden kiss but you can't deny the way you melt under his touch. It doesn't take long until you return his kiss with your palms resting against his muscular chest. He breaks the kiss then looks down at your face with a hint of satisfaction. "You're mine, y/n. Mine and I'm never letting you go.”

After another 30 minutes of him forcing you to bathe with him, he gave you a new pair of clean clothes to wear. He even lets you enjoy dinner. Of course with him by your side. The night ended with you sitting on his lap (again). This time in his office where he usually does all his work. He even told Lyla to wait outside so she can't tease him for having you sitting on his lap like a pet for him. You started to think that maybe he has a thing for having someone to sit on his lap. But in reality the only reason why is because it's you. It gave him some sense of ownership knowing that he's able to have you within his grasp and knowing that he could do anything he desires to you.

You can feel a sense of relief washing over you as you relax your back against his torso. You somehow are able to feel a little bit calmer despite his presence. Maybe it's the fact that he hasn't done anything to hurt you, but you knew very well that he's capable of doing so. He just doesn't have any reason to do so, yet. Or maybe it's simply because you're exhausted. You started to feel tired, really tired. You didn't sleep at all yesterday when he isolated you in that basement of his. All the fear and panic you experienced for the past few days have taken a toll on you. Your eyelids felt heavy until you accidentally fell asleep.

Miguel didn't realize this at first, he even wondered why you hadn't shifted or moved at all on his lap. Until he looks down at you to find you sleeping peacefully. He felt bad for you, thinking that you must feel drained after everything that had happened so he carried you back into his bedroom then put you down on his bed before tucking you in.

Day after day went by but nothing changes the fact that you're still anxious with this new life of yours. Every single day the loud chirping noises of birds outside wakes you up from your slumber with you lying beside him. As his heavy hand rests around your waist, keeping you in place whenever you try to slip away from him.

Today is no different. Sitting in his living room while watching the TV to entertain yourself. You know that you should be grateful to the facilities and care Miguel has given to you since he met you. But the way he hurt and locked you up in that pitch black basement haunts you like a ghost. What if he's waiting for you to slip up and do something wrong then he'll make you end up back there all alone again? You never trusted him. No matter how nice his behavior is towards you, everything about him feels fake. You feel like a mere doll sticking by his side for him to play around and dress you up however he likes.

“What?!” Your ears flinched. His roar sounds like an echoing thunder from down the hallway. You peek your head out the living room to see what the fuss is about. Miguel stands tall in front of his subordinates with his brows furrowed in anger and frustration, his veins throbbing on his forehead. “How the hell did all of you let that slide?! Answer me!” They fall silent with eyes glued to the floor underneath pathetically like a group of whiny dogs scolded by their master. “We don’t know. It just happened.” One of them was brave enough to answer.

Somebody had successfully infiltrated his line of work. Burning his secret warehouses where he runs his illegal business one by one until there’s nothing left but ashes and killing countless of his men. He pulled the man who dared to speak back to him by his collar, lifting him off the ground with nothing but his bare hand. “Just happened?! They caused chaos on my property and that’s all you have to say?! Think again before you dare to disrespect me like that.” Miguel slammed the man to the nearest wall in rage. His body fell unconsciously to the ground with blood streaming down his head.

Your breath hitched in your throat upon seeing the man’s unconscious body lying on the floor. He doesn’t even hesitate to hurt anyone who upsets him, including the people who are loyal to him. His shouting continues, you tried your best to muffle the noise by pressing down your ears but it doesn’t help the aching feeling of fear in you. What if he hurts you next and takes all of his frustration to you? Multiple pieces of furniture were thrown in anger by him, breaking into pieces all across the room from how strong the impact is.

He dismissed his subordinates. Threatening them with their own life and safety if something like this ever happens again. His firm footsteps grew louder towards the living room as he tried to shake off the anger radiating from him. He took a deep breath before entering the living room, he just needed a break from all of this. The TV's still on with no one watching it and the leather couch where you were sitting is now empty. Panic and anger grew back inside him before he punched the wall in anger with his fist. “She fucking escaped again! That little—“ He cursed before running from the living room to look for you, jumping into his car before he drove off as fast as he could to catch up with you in case you ran off again like before.

Multiple men ran past the living room, trying to help their boss by tracking you down, preventing you from getting too far before one of them stopped in their tracks when he heard a faint whimpering noise. He scans the living room to find the source of sound before he finds a small erect tail poking out from the end of a curtain. It shivers and moves around shiftily.

He approaches the small ball of fur then peeked through the curtain to find you hugging your knees close to your chest with your back facing him. He didn't know what to do at first but he couldn't blame your instincts to run and hide when you feel like there's danger nearby. He decided to gently place his palm on your shoulder. You yelped and turned around in surprise, thinking that it's Miguel and he's about to hurt you but your eyes met with the stranger’s gray ones.

The stranger doesn't want to act too friendly to you at first, getting too attached to you means death by the merciless leader of the mafia. But he just needed you to comply this time so he could impress his boss by discovering you safe and sound inside his mansion when he thought that you had run away for the second time.

“Boss is looking for you.” He spoke with a gentle tone. You sat there, staring at him with your massive eyes. He sighed, knowing that this will be a lot harder than imagined. “He's not going to hurt you.”

“He is.” You insisted.

“He hurt you because he cares about you.”

“That's not an excuse to hurt me…”

“It is. Trust me.”

“Why should I?”

“Because the longer you hide the angrier he gets. You don't want him to hurt you, do you?”

You shook your head. Him hurting you is the last thing you wish to happen to you. Your eyes find his, contemplating whether you should listen to him or not.

“Fine.” You agreed before he helps you to get you back on your feet. You two stared at each other awkwardly until he cleared his throat and spoke to break the silence. “I'm Cain by the way.”

“Oh… Y/n.” You replied to the black hair man in front of you. He has never seen anything like you before. A woman with such a small build, massive eyes and fluffy ears falling to the back of her head in fear. You look almost petty and adorable at the same time.

“Y/n!” Miguel's voice echoed across the living room before he ran towards you. He hugs you tightly while breathing heavily. “Where have you been?!” He pulls away from the hug before shaking you furiously. “I thought you escaped!”

“I got scared of you so I hid behind the curtains… You're going to punish me aren't you?” You said meekly with eyes glued to the floor in shame, preparing yourself for what might come up ahead. He let go of you, “No. This one is on me. But if you dare to make me panic like that again by doing a stupid fucking thing like this, I will.”

Silence hung in the air as he stared down at you before Lyla interrupted. “Miguel, we're going to be late— What the hell is going on?”

“Nothing.” He stares sharply at you, his stare alone could bore a hole right through you. He kept staring at you, his eyes refusing to leave yours. “We really gotta go now or you're going to miss your flight.” She replied grumpily, she hates it when he uses that kind of sharp and aggressive tone towards her.

Earlier this morning, he was supposed to leave for a business meeting for a week. But your little scheme that you pulled off earlier prevents him from leaving, which obviously pushes him over the edge. “Let's go.” His eyes finally left yours as he walked out of the room. “Cain, watch over her. Watch over her like your life depends on it.” He paused then turned around to look at you, “And Y/n. Don't even think about running away, or you'll never see the light of the day ever again.”

And with that he left. The monster that has been terrorizing your mind for the past week has left. “Don't take him too seriously, he's just pissed.” Cain said casually to you before walking off.

Cain didn’t know you’re this quiet, sitting quietly on the living room couch with your eyes staring blankly on the wide screen. He kept his eyes on you and watched you for a while before talking, “Are you hungry? It’s already time for lunch.” You shook your head, a small ‘okay’ escaped his mouth before he left once again. ‘That’s it?’ you thought to yourself. Miguel would usually drag you with him into the dining room and force you to eat if you dare to refuse whatever he asked you to do.

Out of curiosity, you tail behind Cain. Following him without making any sound. He smiles softly to himself, he can feel your presence following him. You must be dumb enough to think that he wouldn’t notice you tailing him like a lost puppy. He entered the empty kitchen and started to wash and cut up some fruits.

“Need anything?” He kept that small smile plastered on his face from how cute you’re acting right now, his face facing away from you as he chopped the fruits so you couldn’t see his smile.

“Why didn’t you force me to eat when I refused to?” You asked with your head peeked into the kitchen.

“Well, do you want me to force you?”

“No.”

“Exactly. Therefore there is no need for me to do so.”

“But I am hungry.”

“I know.”

He walks towards you with a bowl of fruit prepared in his hand before looking down at you, “Are you ready to eat now?” You looked up at him and nodded. He let out a chuckle then ruffled your head gently. “Where do you want to eat?”

“I can choose where I want to eat my food?”

“Yes.”

“Then can I eat in the living room?”

To eat in the living room is a new experience since you start living in your captor’s house, but being able to decide something for yourself is the strangest thing ever. Cain's gray eyes never left your small form as you sat there on the other side of the couch.

“I can see why he likes you.”

“He doesn't.”

“He does. Very much. Too much for your own good.”

“Is it a bad thing that he likes me?”

“It depends. If you please him it's a good thing.”

You look down and start playing with your own food. “I'm scared…”

“I can tell. What do you say when we take a small walk in the forest? It helps me calm down when I'm stressed.”

“We can do that?”

“Not when Miguel's around.”

You can't just turn down the only opportunity for you to get outside so you agreed to come with him. He led you outside, through the back door then deeper into the forest. You couldn't lie but to feel amazed, you've never been into a forest before. Your former master's house was in a secluded area of a forest but you were never allowed to go outside, not even a step out of his house.

Your eyes widen in amazement as you watch the scenery in front of you, massive trees stand tall with sun rays peeking out through the leaves high above. Illuminating a clear pathway for both of you to walk on. The sound of birds chirping can be heard from the distance and the gentle morning breeze feels so soothing against your skin. All of your fear and pain have vanished, leaving you two alone with the world revolving around the both of you.

Cain shakes his head with a laugh from your reaction before walking in front of you, getting even further from Miguel's mansion.

“W— wait!” You shouted with uncertainty in your voice.

“Hmm?” He hums in reply and stops walking to look at you over his shoulder.

“What if Miguel found out?”

“What about it?”

“He's going to punish me in the basement again, or worse.”

“He won't.”

“How could you be so sure?”

“Because I'm here. Don't worry.”

He continues walking with his hand behind his back. Not even stopping for a second to make sure that you're following behind him. You let out a small whimper before catching up behind him. Both of you walked for a while before he stopped walking, he stopped in front of a beautiful small lake deep in the forest.

You let out a small ‘woah’ as Cain sat down on a massive rock nearby. He pretends to act nonchalant towards how excited and happy you are, tail swiftly wagging with both of your ears perked up. Glancing at your direction momentarily to make sure that you're not running away or getting hurt in any way while he keeps himself busy with his phone.

Not even a single thought of escape pops up in your mind. You're way too busy examining your new surroundings. With eyes that couldn't stop exploring the breathtaking scenery around you, from the tallest tree down to a group of small daisies on the nourished soil beneath your bare feet. In the middle of you admiring everything that surrounds you, the bushes nearby shake. Indicating that there is something or someone here with the both of you. “Y/n get back!” With a swift movement he stood in front of you, switching into his protective mode with a gun pointed at the shaking bushes. His mind runs wild from the worst possible creature that might come out right from the other side of the bushes, regretting his decision by bringing you out here where danger lies.

With finger pressing lightly against the trigger, he prepares himself for the consequences of his own action before a small bunny walks from behind the bushes. Exhaling exasperatedly he retreats his gun, securing it back into his pocket. A group of other bunnies followed behind the little one as the little one made its way towards you and started sniffing your feet. You sat down on the ground before some of them jump up to your lap, earning a couple giggles from you.

He sits back down on his spot, watching you play with the group of bunnies. You look so relaxed sitting on the ground joyfully with bunnies sitting on your small lap. A soft smile appears on his face again before taking out his phone to take a couple pictures of you without you knowing , reserving the memory forever into his mind. “They look just like you.” He comments. ‘Adorable’ He adds sincerely in his mind.

The taste of freedom didn't last long. Since Cain doesn't want Miguel to know that he had let you play outside without his permission, he hurried you back to the mansion to clean you up. Rubbing clean wipes on your knees and hands while you sit on a chair. You watch as he cleans you up from any dirt or mud, “Thank you.” You speak softly. “For what?” He replied, not looking up from the mud stain on your knee that he was trying to clean. “For the freedom you gave me, even if it's only for a while.”

Days went by in a flash and you've never been happier. Cain treats you like a human being instead of some kind of animal, something that no one has ever done to you before. He took you for a couple more of these ‘secret’ trips into the forest. Showing you different parts of the forest to feast your hungry eyes that are longing for freedom.

Playing with the wild bunnies has been one of your favorite activities for the past week. You always await for Cain to take you outside again. He only let you roam free out there for less than an hour. But it didn't bother you since an hour of freedom is better than none at all.

“They're fluffy.” He said as he joined you, sitting on the ground with a bunny nuzzling on his lap. You two have gotten closer for the past day, since he's the only person who dares to interact with you under Miguel's order. “See? I told you it's nice to pet them.”

“It certainly is.” He snickered. It's always quiet around him. He's quite a quiet person you figured, doesn't talk much. Sometimes, he doesn't even talk at all, just watching you with that gray eyes of his. Barely even struck any conversation with his own colleagues. But they respect him, just like they do to Miguel.

The small creature jumps off your grasp, jumping its way into the deep unexplored woods. It tempted you to follow, so you did. Catching up behind it with Cain still unaware that you're gone. “Where are you going?” You called out, thinking that it could understand a word you said. It kept jumping away faster, disappearing into the darkest part of the woods. You lost tracks of where Cain was or even where the mansion was located. The sky gets darker the longer you walk aimlessly by yourself, it wasn't this dark before. Dark rumbling clouds enveloping the once blue and clear sky.

“Y/n it's getting dark, let's go.” He stood up, wiping his clothes off from any dust or dirt. “Y/n?” He turned to find nobody sitting before him this whole time. Just how long have you been gone without him noticing? “Y/n. This is not funny, get back here so we can go back home.” He waits and waits, hoping with his little heart that you'll reply to him calling out your name. “Y/n!” He speaks louder, his voice fills with dread and desperation.

The sunlight was long gone. Tall trees surround you, trapping you there like a cage. “C— Cain?” You called out softly. Glancing your head around to look for any signs of life. Your eyes find the small bunny you were looking for earlier, lighting your face up with joy before you approach it from behind. But something faster than you did before you could even lay a finger on the little bunny. The creature's fangs ripped through the little one's flesh, ripping it into a bloody mess. Making you gasp from shock before it turns its head towards you. A wolf, a massive one.

Growling with blood dripping off its mouth. Your legs start to tremble in fear. You took a couple steps back before you made a run for your dear life. Running as fast as your feet can take you, through the darkness of the forest and through endless massive logs of trees. Tripping over something, you fell with your knees landing first onto the hard ground. Scrapping the smooth skin that was covering your knees until it bleeds. But you stood back up on your now bleeding knees and continued running, wincing in pain as blood dripped down your small legs with every single step you took.

Hope seems like a possible thing for you, until you're trapped against a gigantic wall of a cliff. Panic washes over you when you hear a couple of growling noises behind your back. The beast has brought its friends to play. The predator pouches over you, taking you down with its massive weight. You clenched your eyes shut, letting death to finally claim you after all this time.

A forceful kick landed on the predator's stomach, sending it far away from you before it landed on its back against a trunk of a massive tree. The beast wails in pain but your savior doesn't waste any time to pull out his gun and pierces multiple bullets through the beast's body. He stood there for a second, anticipating any sudden movement from the dying predator. You look over to Cain. He looks tensed, panting air in and out of his lungs.

“I'm so—”

“You're hurt.” He interrupted you in the middle of your short apology. He looks over to you, his eyes sharp with a hint of relief in his eyes upon seeing you alive in front of him. Without another word he scooped you into his arms, carrying you back with him back into the mansion.

Silence hung over the both of you as he treated your wounds. Cleaning over your bare flesh with rubbing alcohol before wrapping your knees up with bandages. He stood up, making his way towards the living room's exit. You don't want him to leave, not yet.

“I'm sorry. I know you're probably mad at me. But it's my fault, I shouldn't have left you.”

He stopped on his tracks before looking at you over his shoulder. “Miguel is going to kill me if he finds out.”

“Then don't tell him.”

“It's not that simple.”

“Cain, I'm begging you. I don't want him to punish me.” He stares at you through his emotionless eyes, his face unreadable.

There it is, that quiver on your bottom lip from you holding back your tears, your fluffy ears falling to your side. He hesitates but lets his heart take over. His mask of emotionless facade falters, kneeling down on his knees to soothe you. “I won't tell him. But I can't let you go out there anymore.” You nodded. At least you'll be able to roam around freely inside. Rather than feeling like a small captive inside that damned basement. Wiping your tears away before hugging his chest tight in relief. He looks down at you with a mixture of disbelief, he never thought you would hug him like this. But he returns the hug anyway with a smile that you've never seen across his face.

Tapping his finger on the table, his mind wanders off the boring topic his business partner has been discussing for the past hour. He has been busy these past few days. Taking over some work on the field, moving from a secluded place to another all day. He closes his eyes briefly, taking his mind off his work for a second. Cursing to himself the second your face comes into mind. He misses you, badly. Wishes that he could get himself back home, away from all the pressure of his work. Taking himself back to you, to see you and to feel you again. To hear you whine and sob whenever something goes wrong.

He switched the screen of a tab in front of him. Switching it to tons of camera previews inside his mansion with one of them showing your sweet interaction with Cain, sharing such an intimate hug in front of his eyes through the screen of the device in front of him. His patience was wearing thin. Standing up abruptly before slamming his tab down to the hard marble underneath, shattering the screen into pieces with such a strong force. He grunts, taking his coat with him then proceeds to leave the meeting room.

“Lyla, we're heading back home.”

“But Miguel, the meeting—”

“Now!”

She rolled her eyes before apologizing to her boss's clients for his aggressive behavior.

Eyes stirring open with darkness surrounding the room you're in. Cain must've forgotten to wake you up from your slumber. Sleepily, you climb off the bed then walk towards the bedroom door. "Cain?" You called out thinking that you'll get a reply from the other side of the door, but nobody answered. It's very quiet, too quiet that you're able to hear your own breathing. You opened the door slowly to find no one standing nearby the door. Cain was usually the one standing there, making sure that you're safe since Miguel left. Taking a few steps out from the bedroom you heard a familiar voice, "Little one, you're awake." You turned around to see no other but Miguel himself with a stain of dried out blood across his face.

"You're back..." You said nervously. The atmosphere surrounding you shifted, becoming so much heavier with his presence. "I have a surprise for you." He grabbed your hand before taking you with him downstairs. The sound of your own heartbeat grows louder and louder with each step you take. He stopped in front of a familiar door, you've been in there before and anything that lies behind that door won't be any good.

Miguel opened the door for you. You gasped with both of your palms covering you mouth. You saw him there, the only person in the whole world that cares about you. Tied up to a chair with cuts and bruises all over his whole body. His face looks awful from all the abuse and torture that was inflicted on him.

“What did you do to him?” Your voice trembles, lacing with fear and dread.

“I took care of him. For us.”

“You're killing him!”

“He dared to lay his hands on you. Worse, he likes you.”

“He was taking care of me! You ordered him to!”

“Taking care of you and stealing you away from me is a massive difference. I'm not a fool, I know everything. “

You froze, standing there like a fool. “What do you mean?”

“I know he let you go outside. Out of that gates that I specifically told you not to walk out of! Did you really think I wouldn't find out?” Opening your mouth to talk back and defend yourself but nothing comes out of your mouth, you fall quiet.

“You know the rules, yet you chose to break it.”

“But I didn't run away!”

No. Not this again. You look over at Cain, hoping that he would back you up this time. His head hangs low. Miguel grips your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. He despises it when you look at someone else but not him. He's fuming in anger, jealousy took over every inch of his body.

“He can't help you. Stop looking at him.” He growls before letting you g0. You stood there for a second. He continues, “Who do you belong to, little one?”

“You…” You mutter under your breath, gaze descending from shame upon your own words.

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Prove it. That you belong to me.” He offers something, a gun resting on his palm. Your eyes widen upon looking at the metal weapon he's offering to you.

“You don't want me to punish you, do you? Or would you rather sink into the basement floor forever? Your choice.” You know you can't let that happen. Last time you were there, it almost cost you your sanity. But you can't risk losing Cain, not like this.

“I can't…”

“Can't?” He stares down at you, raising one of his eyebrows from your refusal. Snap. With a snap of his finger, three men walk out from the shadow inside the room you're in. Your eyes shot towards them then back to their leader. “What are you doing?”

Miguel wasn't going to accept your simple words of refusal. “Making sure you're learning your lesson.” Without any words of order coming out from his mouth, they begin to torture him again. Your eyes water, heart shattering into pieces the second you see them abusing him for the second time. Cain tries his best not to let out any sound from the ongoing abuse. Gritting his teeth in pain, he sealed his lips shut to suppress any groan from the never ending blow given by his own friends. He doesn't want to worry you. To not blame you for the unfortunate event that is happening to him.

“Cain!” You tried running towards him in an attempt to save him from your stupid mistake. “No!” You scream before Miguel stops you, gripping your upper arm tight, stopping you from running even further.

“Stop it! Stop hurting him!” They continue to treat him like a punching bag. Hurting him without holding back, earning a couple grunts from him.

“Fine! I'll let you punish me! Stop them, please! He didn't do anything wrong!” Miguel doesn't even budge. His men continue, torturing him hard beyond his own limit. Tears streaming down your cheeks from sheer horror. Why are they not stopping?

“It's your fault. You did this to him. You're the reason he's hurt.” Miguel blames you. You can't help him. He's weak, tortured beyond anything your mind could ever comprehend. “Help him Y/n. Take his pain away. You don't want him to keep hurting, do you?” Maybe he's right, you can help him this time. By taking his pain away, forever. Miguel would not let him slip easily after this, setting his life in a horrible nightmare he could never escape. That's exactly what Miguel wanted you to think.

“I'll—” You paused, thinking over your next words. “I'll do it! That's what you wanted right? I'll shoot him! Just tell them to stop!” He lets go of your upper arm almost immediately. “Enough.” He ordered. They move aside. Unblocking your view from your beloved friend. His condition worsened. They broke his nose and countless bones all over his body. Bruises covering almost the entirety of his body. Scars that will take ages to heal tainted his smooth and pale skin. Gasping out in pain, blood flows down his nose to his chin. Dripping down to the floor underneath.

Miguel offers you the same gun once more. You look down at it with a look of despair painted across your face. You took the gun from his hand, holding it with your shaky hand. Pointing it towards the poor man you thought would always be there for you. Your index finger sits on the trigger. A satisfied smile creeps up to his face.

“That's it… He's suffering because of you. Let him out of this misery you had caused him.” He speaks, lips inches away from your ears. His voice smooth like butter, deceiving you like a sly snake. Cain's head shot up to see the gun pointed right at his head.

"Y/n please." Cain whimpers, staring at the gun in your hand as a tear falls off his cheek. He sounds just like a wounded animal, whimpering and wailing in pain just before it's about to be killed.

Cain wasn't the type of man that would ever fear death. But when it comes to you pointing a gun at him, his wall of strength begins to crumble.

“I'm sorry…” A simple goodbye left your mouth. Your vision blurs, tears welling up in your eyes. “Y/n don't listen to him!” He shouted with all the energy he had left. “Y/n—!” Your ears ring from the loud bang of the deadly weapon in your hand, blood splattered everywhere. An eerie silence hangs over the room.

Blood pooling underneath him before he exhaled for the last time. Life leaving his body completely. Cain is dead. And you killed him.

a/n : I'm going explain my crime here (in case if you're wondering). Cain was suppose to be a character from atsv but I felt bad due to his death so I created an oc, yay! Introducing my new babe, Cain. Sorry for not updating anything for the past three months. I'll be more active here soon, I swear. Just bare with me until the end of July and I'll start writing more contents here.

I forgot. Cain was actually Miguel's bestie. Well... Ex best friend for now. Since he's you know, dead.

Let me know if you like him btw, might write something based on this character in the future. Not sure.

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Kiss Me Thru The Phone

🕷️ kinktober — day 23: phone sex 🕸️

pairing: felix (stray kids) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, phone sex, masturbation

word count: ~950

synopsis: sure, having an idol bf isn’t exactly ideal, and having phone sex with said bf at 4am is definitely less than ideal. but you make it work 👍🏻

a/n: sorry again for the delay. hope you guys enjoy 💋

posted: october 27, 2023

kinktober masterlist

Dialing . . .

That word taunted you for the third time as you waited for your boyfriend to answer the phone. He was several thousand miles away from you, in a different timezone, so he was just getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, you had set an alarm for 4 a.m. so that you could tell him goodnight. Though, that was starting to seem like it wasn’t going to happen as your third attempt to call him caught his voicemail. You decided then to give up. Maybe he already fell asleep, you thought as you let your phone fall back onto the empty space beside you where his body would usually be snoring softly.

But just as your eyes were closing, your phone buzzed. You picked it up, the lit-up screen showing his contact photo.

“Sorry I missed your call, baby. I was in the shower,” Felix said once you answered.

“S’okay, how was your show tonight?”

“It was fucking amazing. The fans were so loud and their energy was great all night,” you could picture the wide smile on his freckled face as he spoke. The thought made you smile.

“That’s awesome. I can’t wait to see your show in Australia soon.”

“Trust me, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. I haven’t been home in so long, and I can’t wait to have you meet everybody.”

“Not too much longer,” you reminded him. You let out a groan as you stretched yourself across the bed, and your boyfriend laughed softly.

“Tired?”

“Tired? Why would I be tired? It’s just four in the morning,” you replied sarcastically.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t be tired, but I understand. I’ll let you get some sleep, babe.”

“Wait, why’s that?” you asked, but you knew Felix well enough to know exactly what he meant.

“I just . . . miss you a lot. And I’ve got this room all to myself, unlike yesterday,” he explained, making your heartbeat speed up. Your body was heating up at just the thought of him, so you peeled the sheets back.

“You miss me?” you repeated, “How much, Lix?”

“A lot, baby. I’ve thought about you all day.”

“What have you been thinking about?” your hands moved over your body, fingertips gliding over your bare thighs and up your stomach. Your skin broke out in goosebumps.

“Coming home to you in a few days,” his voice was a little deeper than normal, the lust evident in his timbre, “Wanna spend every second with you.”

“You will,” you agreed, hands sliding under your shirt to cup your breast, “You can have me for as long as you want.”

“Yeah? Can’t wait to fuck you when I get home. Been dreaming about your pussy for weeks,” you swore you could hear his hand pumping his cock on the other end of the line. You instantly became wet at the mental image of him in some nice hotel bed, fisting himself to the thought of fucking you. Having his way with you in your bed, your scent filling his nose. Your lips on his. His hands holding onto you tight, wordlessly promising to not let you go anytime soon. “Are you touching yourself too, _______?”

“Yes,” you squeaked out, hand sinking under the band of your underwear to play with the space between your thighs. Your skin was slick under your touch, making it easy to rub and massage your sensitive clit.

“Good, get nice and wet for me. Can you do that?”

“Mhm,” you couldn’t focus on answering, you put it all into aiming for pleasure. You were in a rhythm now, and it felt good. Not as good as when Felix touched you, but it would do for the circumstances.

“I’m so hard right now,” he confessed, his breath becoming heavy, “All for you. Can’t stop thinking about how good you would feel around me. How tight you would be. How wet.”

“Felix,” you moaned, dipping your fingers into your hole, thrusting two of them in and out. You wondered if he could hear the sounds of it from his side, but you got your answer sooner than you thought when he let out a moan.

“Fuck, say my name again, baby.”

“Felix,” you cooed his name, legs fidgeting as the pleasure between them grew. You heard a faint disgruntled noise on the other end, and a smirk sat on your lips at the idea of him cumming from just you moaning his name. “It feels so good. Wish it was your fingers.”

A groan sounded from his end, “I know, baby, me too. Are you gonna cum?”

“Mhm.”

“Good, cum all over those pretty fingers. Let me hear you,” his voice came out breathlessly. You could tell he was close too. A few minutes passed and the sounds your boyfriend was making on the other end of the call were making you go crazy. Your body was buzzing with anticipation for an orgasm that was getting so close you could practically feel it already. Your muscles tensed and moans ripped from your throat.

Unbeknownst to each other, you both came at the same time. Your thigh twitched from the impact before your legs fell limp. Felix’s hand continued to milk his softening erection, now coated in his own cum. He was really thankful he decided to put a towel down just in case, because he did not want to have to face the hotel maids in the morning with such obvious stains on his duvet cover.

“That was a nice way to get to sleep,” he mumbled to you through his post-orgasm haze.

“And a nice way to wake up.”

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don’t knowww if you take 18+ asks but I can’t get this mimiwon thought out if my head.

don’t know if they are officially a throuple yet or just roommates who engage in sexual activities/poly but who knows after how many rounds. It ends with minnie with her back against Wonwoo chest as Mingyu is going down on her with her and wonwoo kissing occasionally — a hot mess.

I don’t know ( for the hundredth time of idk’s ) if you would ever have wonwoo and mingyu kiss but I feel like they would most definitely do it after minnie finishes 🙃 okayyyy byeee

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word count – 10.2k

warnings – smut (18+!), threesome, fluff at the beginning, brief mention of choking, bodily fluids, hair pulling, somewhat of a dom/ub relationship

a/n – as promised: another chapter about the hot mess that is mimiwon👏🏼 this request… holy shit… it has been occupying my mind ever since I received it so thank you for it and thank you to everyone else for your input and ideas to mimiwon in general! When I started writing for them, I didn’t know if people would really enjoy it but my god… you dirty animals, I love you🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I really love writing for them and I absolutely love how much you guys enjoy them🤭 I hope you enjoy this as well!!🫶🏼

Two Is a Good Morning, Three Is a Great Morning 🌷 Minnie

Minnie had been against blackout curtains, but neither of the guys wanted see-through ones anywhere in the apartment, so they opted to meet in the middle - blinds. Thanks to them some faint rays of sunlight had made their way in, illuminating the bedroom just slightly. It was getting close to Winter, so the sun was barely even to be seen in the sky, clouds covering most of the sky. But still, the muted light was enough to wake up the girl. Either that or maybe the movement underneath her.

After watching a movie together in the younger rapper's room the night before, neither Minnie nor Wonwoo had thought about leaving, but decided to just stay, putting on another movie, which eventually led to all three falling asleep together. The lack of a third pillow turned out to be less of a problem than expected, as Mingyu's chest seemed to be the perfect alternative. Perfect until he started moving, making the female member groan softly. He cursed her light sleeping habit.

A deep breath was followed by a yawn before Minnie even dared to open her eyes, sighing gratefully that the room was still not lit up entirely, letting her wake up in peace. Turning her head slightly to glance up, she was met by the bigger member's arm that had just pulled back in before he placed his hand on top of hers that was still getting warmed up by the natural warmth of his torso.

"What are you doing?" Minnie whined quietly, shutting her eyes again to cuddle deeper into him.

"Sorry," Mingyu whispered apologetically, his palm running up and down her arm in comfort. "I just wanted to get my phone."

The girl immediately regretted opening her eyes again, groaning when the bright screen of the device hit her sight. Her hands came up to cover her view before she just decided to hide her face in his chest. A chuckle from the rapper shook his torso.

"Go back to sleep," he told her, switching to hold his phone in his left hand, so he could brush over her hair with his right one.

Minnie sighed, "What time is it?"

There was a short second of a break as Mingyu glanced into the top right corner of his phone screen. "11:30."

"What?" The girl immediately pushed herself up, her eyes still barely open with her eyebrows now scrunched in confusion. The sheets scrunched around her waist, revealing one of Wonwoo's older shirts she decided to wear. Or maybe it was Mingyu's? Who knew. Normally she'd go for a shorter top of her own, but the younger rapper had once again turned the aircon on at ridiculously cold temperatures. Her hair stuck out in different directions made her fellow '97 Liner chuckle as he reached out to fix her mane.

"Yeah," he smiled, "You slept for a long time."

"Too long. Half the day is gone already," she complained quietly with a whine, remembering there was still another member in the bed who seemed to be still fast asleep.

Mingyu chuckled. It didn't matter how many years into the idol life the girl already was, her sleeping schedule has never and most probably won't ever be affected. With their busy schedule, it wasn't rare that the idols would come back home late at night or even early in the morning around 5. Minnie, for some reason, would much rather only sleep for around three hours and wake up at 9am latest, rather than getting a good six or seven hours and therefore waking up later in the day. Did it do any good to her body? No. Did she feel good about not wasting much daylight? Yes. Was this the cause of multiple discussions with almost every member? Most definitely, yes. Would she change it any time soon? Nope.

"How...," she thought out loud. The shock sat deep in her chest. "How the hell-"

"You just needed to catch up on sleep. It's okay, Minnie," Mingyu assured her, gently pulling her back down to lay on his chest. And she let him. She pressed the side of her head against his skin, his heartbeat now right by her ear.

"When did we go to sleep?" She wondered.

A soft kiss was placed on the top of her head before the rapper's voice broke the short silence. "I don't remember. Around six maybe?"

An acknowledged hum came from the girl before she closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath in. As warm as the covers around them were, she was sure the body heat radiating off of him helped her get cosy much more than any blankets ever could.

Mingyu had turned his attention back to his phone while his right arm was still slung around Minnie's shoulders, his big hand on her upper arm to pull her in. With now also her right leg wrapped around his and her arm around his midsection, the girl opened her eyes again. What the phone showed seemed uninteresting to her, the movements on his thumb much more mesmerising than anything the screen could portray.

"When did you wake up?" She suddenly asked him, breaking the comfortable silence that had washed over the room.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I waited a bit before I got my phone because I didn't want to wake you up. But... well-," he chuckled to himself before mumbling a gentle 'Sorry' against the top of her head as he placed another kiss on her forehead.

His original plan hadn't worked out as perfectly as he had wanted to. He was sure to have waited at least a good thirty minutes as he had felt the girl's irregular breathing against him. Only when he was sure she was deep in her slumber, did he dare to move and reach out to the nightstand, which turned out to be a decision he'd regret as she had started to wake up immediately.

The moment his lips left her skin, Minnie glanced up, finding his eyes fixed on her, making her grin, "It's okay," she tightened her arms around him. "You should've woken me up a lot earlier."

She was about to set her ear against his naked chest again, when Mingyu dismissed his phone, putting it on the nightstand to let his fingertips find her chin, nudging her to look back up at him.

A smirk formed on his lips. "How could I when you look so pretty sleeping on me?"

His words made the corners of her lips curl up as well, a shy smile making its way to her face as a slight blush lit up her cheeks. She couldn't hold back a gentle smack to his chest in shyness. He knew damn well what words like these did to her. And it didn't matter how many times Minnie had heard them before. It didn't matter how many compliments she'd get from them. They never failed to make her turn red and let the warm tingly feeling spread in her stomach up until it reached her heart.

A quiet giggle tumbled from his lips, his fingers still on her chin to bring her closer as he leaned down, meeting her halfway to place a soft kiss against her lips. Mingyu had always been a passionate man. Pecks on the lips were rarety when it came to him - even if it was just a short kiss. He'd pull the girl in for an open mouth and deep kiss whenever he could, still always staying true to the gentle side of him.

It was evident in his touches. His fingertips gracefully danced over her skin, the palm of his hand comfortably placed on her, pulling her only as close as she'd let him. But she'd always let him. And she always hoped he'd go even further.

His lips left hers with a faint moan as he started placing smaller kisses on her cheeks and nose, a soft giggle erupting from Minnie. From her chin, down to her midsection, he threw his arm around her, now travelling underneath the oversized shirt. His palm found the perfect dip of her waistline, stopping right there to pull her in even closer. Mingyu turned both of them to the side, letting the girl rest her back almost fully against the mattress as her arms interlocked behind his head, trapping him between her neck and shoulder, where he had let his mouth wander to. As Minnie had interlocked their legs, he let his now rest in between both of hers, his knees digging into the bed underneath.

His lips tickled her jaw, his hand now brushing over her sides and stomach. The pyjama pants she had put on the night before had moved down her hips, exposing more of her body underneath. Underwear was left in the closet during most of the nights, she prefered to only cover her body in minimum clothing. And neither of the guys would ever complain about her decision.

Even though she had basically only just woken up, the shared passion of the two was bringing her more and more into full consciousness with each movement against her lips and warmth on her skin. How she internally begged, Mingyu would finally let his hands go much lower than just her stomach, the area between her legs practically already waiting for him.

As soon as Minnie's arms around his neck loosened, he pulled back to meet her gaze. His palm left her naked skin, coming back up to let his knuckles brush over the softness of her cheeks. The blush had almost completely disappeared but was daring to come back if he continued to look at her with his gentle puppy eyes that she had come to love so much.

"Did you at least sleep well?" He whispered almost against her lips, making her bite down on her own.

The female member nodded. "I had a really comfortable pillow," her hands moved down his front and stopped at the muscles of his chest, a smirk forming on her lips as they were tightly pressed together.

Mingyu smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek, speaking quietly against her skin, "I'm glad."

Before he was even able to fully pull back again, the girl tightened her arms around his neck to let him drop down closer to her. She captured his lips with hers, her eagerness making him grin into the kiss. At the same time, his hand lost its place on her cheek, now on her neck, letting it rest there for a short moment. He could feel the pulse underneath his palm, it quickening with each added kiss they shared. His lips curled up in an instant. The rapper couldn't help it.

To test the waters, he tried to pull back just slightly, only for his conspiracy to be proven correct: Minnie wasn't gonna let him go any time soon. Her fingers were now tight on the back of his head, brushing over the short stubble of his freshly cut hair. It just made him smirk wider.

From her neck, down her torso, his hand glided over her body slowly. Passing her shoulders and over the slight curve of her breasts. Her nipples had already started to show through the white shirt. Lower down her stomach until he reached the hem of the top. He lifted it to let his hand dive down, his palm going back up her sides until he reached the right side of her chest.

Minnie was begging him not to break the kiss, but he still went against her grip, his kisses leaving her lips to move onto her cheeks until he reached her ear, before going down her neck.

Quiet yet heavy breaths left her lips in desperation, filling the otherwise quiet and still somewhat dark room. Her freshly manicured nails scratched his scalp as soon as she could feel him starting to suck on her favourite spot in the dip where her neck and shoulder met. Her head thrown to the right side to give Mingyu better access, she glanced over to the other man who was still sound asleep. She was about to feel bad for starting a session right next to him, but the feeling of the younger rapper's teeth against her skin made her almost forget about it.

"W-Won-" she sighed out loud in a whisper, cutting herself off when his palm suddenly found the hem of her pyjama pants. "Wonwoo-oppa is still asleep," she hastily mumbled.

The '97 Liner came back up, his eyes interlocking with hers. Without a warning, he crashed his lips against hers, pulling back just a second later. "We'll wake him up later," he assured her, knowing that if the older member was already next to them, she'd want him to join as well and he'd enjoy it just as much. He hadn't forgotten about the other man in the bed, but Mingyu could only admit that he enjoyed having just a few moments in the morning with the girl underneath him alone too.

Not even caring about pulling her pants down, he opted for just dipping underneath them, his fingers travelling down almost painfully slow. He stopped right before her slit, her clit right there, begging to be touched. Holding back a whine, Minnie pushed up her hips in desperation, cursing his teasing nature in moments like this. Outside of the bedroom, she could tease him all she wanted, that was for sure, as the rest of the members did the exact same. But behind closed walls, the rapper enjoyed the power of being the one to do the same to her, just in different settings. Like, for example, with her squirming and breathing heavily underneath him.

"Mingyu-," the girl whined out, only to be stopped by his mouth on hers, stopping her from being any louder.

"I know, I know," he whispered against her. Yet, he didn't give in to her plea. But, he removed his hand from underneath her clothing item, his grip now on the hem to pull it down just a bit, enough for his palm to fully grasp her thigh.

Her legs around his loosened before wiggling to get her pants even lower with his help. Once they were down by her shins, Minnie just kicked them off, not caring where in the mess of their sheets they would be left. His warm hand brushed up and down the side of her right thigh, holding onto it every once in a while before moving onto the inner side, pushing her legs open. His fingertip teasingly glided over her inner thigh, just his forefinger tickling her skin. All while his mouth was back on her neck and her fingers tightened around his head. With his palm exploring her legs that he already knew well enough, he let his head dip lower, now onto her chest, placing soft kisses all over just above her boobs. Her hands moved to his strong shoulders, almost pushing him down her body to where she could feel herself almost dripping already with his touch so close to her pussy, yet so far from releasing any of the pressure building up.

Mingyu could feel the anticipation rising up, not only with her, but his boxers had slowly become uncomfortably tight as well, needing some form of release soon. Before his fingers would finally dip into her slit, he raked himself up back, face to face with the girl. Even in the darkness, with the close proximity he could see how big her pupil had gotten, how her eyes were screaming for him. Her lips parted, small huffs of air falling from them, her chest moving along to each, only stopping when she gulped as he smirked down at her. She couldn't even say anything more, as lowered his head, her meeting him halfway, too desperate for pleasure to wait any longer for him. He pushed her back into his pillow now underneath her. And finally, his fingers found their way to her core, tracing a long line from her entrance, up to her clit. Her wetness had already leaked, letting his entire forefinger glide over it easily before it stopped right by the bundle of nerves. Her moan was muffled by his kiss, groaning quietly into his mouth as he started to move his finger more.

Starting with rubbing small circles around it, just to tease her a little bit more, he grinned into the kiss, feeling her hips starting to move up, hoping to not only feel his touch harder against her but possibly also rub against his leg that was still captured between her two. Other than what Wonwoo would've done, Mingyu let her move around. Let her hips jolt up into his hand. He loved watching her react just like this to his delicate touch.

The small circles long forgotten, the rapper started to rub his finger up and down her clit, dipping down lower to gather more of her slick, to let it easily glide over her core.

The building-up pleasure made Minnie leave his lips, gasping as her head fell back into the cushion. Mingyu's mouth quickly made its way back to her, his tongue and lips tracing her jawbone slowly.

"You're already so wet," he whispered, making her only whine as his fingers dipped down to her entrance once again. She raised her right leg to wrap around his hips, lifting up her lower touch against him as she finally brushed against his naked leg. Immediately, a moan fell from her lips, louder than she had anticipated, to which Mingyu tried to be quick and cover her mouth with his again. Knowing, she would start to move around more, his hand left her slit, moving to her side to grasp her hip, pulling her closer, her pussy now right up against his leg. Minnie shared a deep moan into his mouth, not wasting a second before she rolled her hips up and down, her slick spreading on his upper thigh.

The rapper hissed as her pro bone brushed against his erection, sighing heavily at the feeling of her warm wetness on his skin and his cock finally feeling some form of touch.

With each roll of her lower body, the girl sighed quietly, trying to keep it down to the best of her abilities. His leg hair only added to the friction and she had already realised that his erection must've been close to being painful by how hard she was feeling it on her.

Her frantic hip movements made the sheets bundle up on the side, the sound being louder in a room as quiet as theirs. Mingyu's strong hands, now both of them on her hips, made her slow down with deep breaths. Minnie tried to fight against his grip, only wanting to get more out of the pleasure she was giving herself against his leg, but the man above her was obviously much stronger than her.

Too slowly, he moved her lower body against his thigh, making her grip tighten around the bedsheets, trying to keep her moans down with the painful speed Mingyu was letting her move. The whine she let out didn't go far as the rapper stopped her.

"Shh," he whispered, coming down to place a kiss on her cheek, "Let's not wake up Wonwoo-hyung like that."

"But-" she tried to complain, but he pushed himself up.

"Come up," he got a hold of her hands and pulled her up with him. With his strength, it was easy to now have her on her knees right in front of him. Even with him in the same position, he was still towering over her, making her grin up at him. The loss of friction was immediately forgotten, the moment her gaze met his dark eyes, and his hand cupped her cheek to pull her in for another passionate kiss. His tongue tickled her lips, asking for entrance, only to be met with her own, moving against each other in synch. Almost like they had practised. Well... they did have enough sessions before, explaining the almost routine their tongues had found themselves in.

Minnie's eagerness made her right hand travel down his chest, bumping over each ab of his on her way to his boxers. The tip of his erection was already poking the hem, screaming to be let out. Her palm rubbed over the fabric, a heavy breath tumbling from Mingyu's lips as he had to leave her lips, his forehead falling onto her smaller shoulder. She didn't exactly know how long he had been so hard, but she could imagine, as soon as she pulled the hem down, she found the evidence of pre-cum already leaking from the red tip of his cock. Unlike him, the girl didn't tease him for long, pushing the boxers down quickly to finally get a full hold of his erection. She could wrap her entire hand around it but by no means was it entirely covered by only one of her hands. Her thumb brushed over the tip, spreading the few drops of pre-cum over it, getting a shiver to rush through Mingyu's body, his hand clasping onto the cheeks of her ass.

What she would've wanted to do was just dip her head down and wrap her mouth around the perfect shape of his cock, but Mingyu suddenly placed his bigger one on top of hers, leaning back up straight. Heavy breaths made his chest move quickly. He gulped as he moved her hand away from him, motioning for her to turn to the side.

Minnie was curious as to what he was planning but followed his every step just like she usually would. Her feet were now close to the border of his side of the bed as he stepped off the bed to stand on the floor, right behind her.

"Move up," he told her, pushing her forward by placing his palms on her ass, smiling to himself. Before she got too far up the mattress, he placed a few more kisses on her shoulder with his arms around her torso. He ditched her only to her dismay right after pulling the shirt over her head, revealing her entire form. His warm hands never left her skin as they moved around to stop on her back, his left one grasping her hip while his right one pushed her forward by her shoulder blades. Minnie smiled to herself, now realising what position he had wanted her in. She got on all fours, making sure her chest was close to the mattress while her ass was up in the air. Behind her, she could hear Mingyu throwing his boxers into a corner of the room before he got down on his knees, his hands wrapping around her thighs. A soft gasp fell from her rosy lips as soon as she felt his hot breath against her pussy, only wanting to push back to feel his mouth against her.

"Wake up Wonwoo-hyung," he suddenly told her, not giving her another second before his tongue licked a strip from her front to the back, stopping at her entrance.

Even with her elbows that were supposed to steady her, the girl buckled forward at the skilled movements of his tongue against her slick.

"L-Like this?" She wondered, not knowing how he'd react if they just ripped him from his sleep while they were already in the middle of it. An assured moan vibrated against her, making her shiver and another soft moan echoed through the room.

Pushing herself slightly forward, she was close enough to Wonwoo to lean down to his ear. As he was sleeping on his right side, she decided to keep her hands on the mattress, her fingers digging into the sheets underneath her. Minnie tried to collect her heavy breathing, but Mingyu didn't show any signs of slowing down his tongue movements, switching between circling around her entrance and the tip massaging her clit.

With one deep breath, she finally whispered, "Oppa," her lips moved down to place a soft kiss on his shoulder. Wonwoo didn't budge. He was a heavier sleeper than her. Hoping she could steady herself on her left hand, she raised her right one to let her nails scratch over the exposed naked skin of his back. He had the covers pulled up enough to almost cover him entirely, yet a little peek of his torso was in her view. A visible shiver ran down his spine as he moved around.

Mingyu had opted to now focus on her entrance, sticking his tongue in and out, his fingers also joining to rub her clit. Her breathing only got heavier, but she hoped the '96 Liner would wake up to her voice rather than her moans.

"Wonwoo," she slightly shook his shoulder, "Oppa, wake up." Switching from a whisper to something just a bit louder. With a sigh, he turned to the side, his back now straight against the mattress, yet he didn't show any more signs of waking up. Minnie was about to open her mouth again, trying to keep calm while Mingyu was still behind her, but the sudden feeling of his two fingers pushing inside of her made her stumble forward, a louder moan falling from her lips. Her hands fell onto Wonwoo's shoulder, shaking him along with the soft impact. A groan from the older member went above her head, too focused on the pleasure rushing through her body. With scrunched eyebrows, the rapper turned his head to the side where the soft groans from the girl came from.

"Mh?" Even in his hum, you could tell how rough his voice was just after waking up. "What?" He asked out loud, rubbing his eyes as he opened them, glancing down at Minnie whose face was pushed into the pillow. His eyes quickly fell on the curve of her back up to her ass, which was up in the air - a sight he could gladly be woken up any day. The enjoyment he felt at the view in front of him suddenly switched to Mingyu, who stood up behind her, standing straight in all his glory.

"Sorry, hyung," he smiled, "we started without you."

Wonwoo's lips got a slight curve to them as he looked back at the girl, who was trying to get herself up again, her arms shaking from the orgasm she was so close to having, if it wasn't for the younger rapper suddenly pulling back. He pushed himself up by his elbows, his gaze switching between the two younger members.

"Don't be," Wonwoo smirked, his hand coming up to brush Minnie's hair out of her face, finding her almost glassy eyes. "Someone's clearly enjoying it." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, the tiredness still written all across his face, while there was only pleasure to be seen on hers.

The girl grinned as a thought shot to her head. A quick second passed before she decided to keep the comment to herself. Now was not the time to tease the '97 Liner. He was in a position to make her regret it and at this time of day, she prefered to enjoy their shared session in bed. Mingyu had a tight grip on his erection, already lining it up with her entrance, getting another sudden moan from her. The free hand dug into her left hip, his thumb right on one of the dimples that decorated her lower back. Only a split second later, he pushed himself inside her, forcing Minnie to jolt forward slightly, her head falling back into the pillow, only for Wonwoo to make her look up again, cupping her cheek in his palm. He had steadied himself up on his left elbow, his right hand holding onto her as he leaned forward, placing his lips onto hers. The kiss muffled each moan that tumbled from her lips, only getting louder with every added thrust from Mingyu.

As soon as he released her mouth again, a loud whine echoed through the room. Her eyes were still closed from the rush of pleasure and pressure building up in her core. Minnie couldn't see the way Wonwoo's eyes raked over her face, tracing her nose and lips before leaning down to place kisses down the invisible line he had created in his mind. Only when he leaned back a second time, she looked at him. His fingers graced over her jawline, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Has Mingyu been good to you?" He asked her almost ironically. Her mouth was still open, moan after moan leaving her lush lips, her head tilting back and forth with each thrust. He knew the answer, yet he couldn't help asking her.

With scrunched eyebrows, the girl nodded frantically, her grip on the sheets tightening as she could feel the first orgasm that she had lost merely a minute ago coming back to her.

"Yeah?" Wonwoo whispered, his fingers now tangled in her hair as he made sure to keep her face in front of his, their gazes interlocked. He could almost see the plea in her eyes, begging to finally come. The glassy overlay reflected on her iris. "Did you cum already?" She shook her head with a gulp. "Are you gonna cum now?" She was quick to nod. With a smile, he leaned forward again, her lips too pretty not to be kissed. Her moans only made him groan in return. His hands found hers, letting the girl grip onto them instead of the sheets.

The sight in front of him made Mingyu sigh heavily, his thrusts had started to become more irregular as he could feel her walls tighten around him, only making him get closer to his own release.

"Fuck..." he cursed with a groan, "I'm not gonna last much longer," he admitted, making the older rapper chuckle.

"It's okay, she neither," Wonwoo answered for her, letting Minnie rest her forehead against his shoulder, their hands intertwined as her whines became more high-pitched, letting them know just how close she really was. "Right?" He leaned down to her ear.

The female member nodded, "Yeah...," she sighed out loud, followed by a loud moan, "God... Oh, God-" cutting herself off with an almost high-pitched scream when Mingyu suddenly switched to hard sharp thrusts. Wonwoo held onto her, his lips now on her neck, sucking and licking the spot Mingyu had teased her at only a short while ago. He had known her body for a good bit longer, having thought the younger rapper everything he needed to know, but still, he was proud to say that he was confident in probably knowing her just a bit better.

Right before the '97 Liner could hit the fourth thrust, Minnie gave in. Her orgasm washed over her body, her body shaking through it. Her nails dug into Wonwoo's hand, making him groan in pleasure and bite down on her skin, getting another moan from her in return. With only a few more thrusts, Mingyu followed, pulling out just in time, covering her ass and lower back with spurts of his cum. His low groans mixed with the warmth now on her backside made her smile to himself. That only got wider as soon as she felt his thumb gliding over the picture he had painted.

She pushed herself up, her knees thankfully still strong enough to keep her up straight. The younger rapper's arm had wrapped around her shoulder once again. The thumb he had just used to swipe over his cum now lined up with her lips, nudging her to open her mouth as she let herself fall back against his strong chest. Without hesitation, she obeyed, parting her lips, letting his finger enter her mouth before puckering around it, her tongue swiping across the tip. Synchronised moans of pleasure from both '97 Liners filled the room while the oldest of the three leaned back against the headrest, his lips curved up as he watched the two. He'd be lying if he said that was the reason for him to get hard. His erection had been growing ever since he had heard the first moan from Minnie.

As they truly had only decided to watch a movie the night before, he stayed in his boxers and sweats, but both of these seemed uncomfortably tight as he now eyed the two other members. The girl had her head tilted back, Mingyu's thumb now out of her mouth and placed on her neck, while his lips were engulfing hers. His other hand had already found its way back to her slit, and her legs instinctively parted again, giving Wonwoo the perfect view of her glistening pussy.

With a chuckle, Minnie pushed his hand away and parted their lips, scootching back up the bed with a sigh. The younger rapper had already turned to the nightstand to get some of the tissues he kept there, cleaning her backside neatly.

The girl didn't miss the soft grin on her partner's face, making her move over to him as soon as she felt a reassuring tap on her ass, letting her know Mingyu was done behind her.

"How did you sleep?" Wonwoo asked her as soon as she was close enough.

"Good," she smiled, leaning forward to go back to kissing him like before. The saltiness of the other man's cum was still faint on her tongue but it only made Wonwoo groan into the kiss. She suddenly pulled back, placing a soft peck on his bottom lip. "Did you sleep well?"

The '96 Liner nodded, his hand coming up to grab the back of her, pulling her back in. "I did," he told her in between kisses. "But waking up today was even better." His comment made her giggle. As she knew there was no way of her getting out of the grip he had on her hair, not so shyly, she let her hand wander down his body. Tracing the faint bumps of his abs he had been working on getting back with her manicured nails. Just like with Mingyu, she wasn't about to waste more time, her fingers dipping right underneath the hem of his boxers, her hand palming his erection. A heavy breath fell from his lips as his hand tightened on her hair, making her groan in pleasure.

Mingyu had come back into the room, having thrown away the tissues in the bin in the bathroom. Wonwoo quickly opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps, ushering him over to the bed immediately. With his attention away from the girl for just a split second, Minnie took the opportunity to move out of his grip and push the sheets of his body. Not wanting to put up a fight and enjoy her doing, the older member let her, leaning back against the mattress as she started to pull down his sweatpants and his boxers already along with them. His cock sprung free, hitting the bottom of his stomach.

Wonwoo's hand came down to brush over her head once she was only a few inches away from his erection while Mingyu claimed his side of the bed again, the palm of his hand running up and down her side, as it was perfectly in his view.

Minnie started by tracing a long strip up his shaft with her tongue, his head immediately falling back in pleasure. With a small drop of her spit right on his tip, letting it trickle down, she wrapped her hand around his cock, spreading the liquid around a bit more before wrapping her lips around him while her palm covered anything she couldn't get in her mouth. Wonwoo groaned out loud, his fingers holding onto her hair as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. The younger rapper's hands had started massaging the cheeks of her ass, enjoying the soft moans from her and the heavy sighs and groans from the man next to him.

Minnie used her free hand to cup the older member's balls, her other still occupied with moving up and down along with her head, stopping when she decided to let her tongue circle around the tip. She opened her mouth, giving Wonwooo the perfect view of her side profile as she delicately moved her lips and tongue around his erection. It was only then, he remembered the other member in the bed as well.

"Wait-" he stopped her, nudging her chin to come back up. "Let's give Mingyu a better view." Making the younger rapper chuckle. Minnie grinned as she looked back at her fellow '97 Liner, her thumb wiping away the drop of drool daring to spill out.

"Come here," Wonwoo prompted himself up on his knees, motioning for her to get in between him and Mingyu. "Lay down," he told her, throwing his cushion to cover half of the other one, making a higher surface for her. Right as he asked, the female member laid down on her back, sandwiched by her two partners, with the younger one calmly in the same position as her, while the older one had gotten closer to her, still on his knees, his cock in his hands. She replaced his grip with her own, waiting for him to be close enough before he dropped down, his tip back against her lips. Before she let it slip inside her mouth, her hands warmed his cock again, pumping up and down his length, making him groan once again as his left hand came up against the headrest to steady himself. Subconsciously, he leaned forward, pushing the tip further into her mouth, but Minnie just willingly opened it, letting him do as he pleased.

Mingyu's eyes were on them, simply just enjoying the view as he could already feel himself getting hard again, sighing heavily. His gaze fell onto Wonwoo's right hand that was travelling down dangerously low to where the girl had started to roll her hips against nothing, just instinctively. By simply just the sounds of pleasure from her partners, she could get herself rilled up, delighted at the fact that they wouldn't hold back their moans and groans, but let them fill the heat of the room.

As soon as the older rapper's middle- and ring finger started massaging her clit, a whine from her made his dick plop out of her mouth, and slap against her cheek. Her sound went straight to both of the men's cocks, making them jerk up. Wonwoo put his erection back into her mouth after she was able to catch her breath again. Her hand on his thigh stopped him from frantically moving his cock past her lips, wanting to deep and slowly.

Her pussy was still slick and most probably would still be in the next hour or so, counting the amount of pleasure she was receiving and giving. His fingers rubbed on her clit, using her wetness as lubrication. Feeling her body give into the enjoyment as she bucked up her hips. Her whines still fell from her lips, even with his dick filling up her mouth.

The guys could listen to the sound of her moans all day. After all the songs she had ever written, these were still the most beautiful sounds to the two men.

Wonwoo's eyes fell on the other member on the opposite side of the bed, who had started to palm himself again, his erection growing with each second that he listened to the sounds coming from the two next to him.

"Mingyu," his heavy breathing didn't stop as he spoke. "Come up here." The older member motioned for him to get closer, looking down at the woman beneath them in awe as she was still using her tongue to circle around his tip, her hand pumping him, her eyes shut in pleasure as his own fingers were working on her second orgasm. Mingyu shuffled up, watching Wonwoo, pull out his erection from her grip before cupping her cheek.

"You wanna try to take both of us?" He asked her, who switched her gaze between the '96 Liner's warm gaze and the '97 Liner's eyes, which were wide in surprise, but she could see the moment those words reached his ears, his body visibly reacting to it as his cock jerked up just a slight bit, making her bite down on her lips.

"Yeah," she quietly told him, nodding as she reached out with both of her hands to wrap around each cock of theirs. Slowly, she pushed them down to her lips, placing a soft kiss on each of their tips. She moved on to Mingyu's first. She spat onto his length before her hand spread it along, while the head of his dick was laid against her outstretched tongue.

With a deep groan, the '97 Liner threw his head back. Wonwoo, whose cock was getting pumped at the same time by her, watched him with a grin. It only lasted a second before he suddenly felt Minnie's lips back on him as she now glanced up at him, making him sigh heavily, his hand coming down to let his thumb brush over her cheek. She smiled against his touch, her tongue drawing a big circle around his tip with her mouth wide open.

With the pleasure he was receiving, Wonwoo had forgotten to get back to work on his girlfriend's orgasm, his hand quickly moving from her cheek down back to her slit, where he immediately pushed the two fingers he had used before inside of her, making her moan out loud, both of their dick hanging right above her open lips. Her hands hadn't stopped moving around their shafts, still getting heavy huffs from both men, only encouraging her to keep going.

As she now had both of them in a position like this and remembered Wonwoo's question from before, a dazing thought rushed through her head, making her lips curl up. She let her hands get close to their tips before pushing them to her lips just like earlier, only that now, she opened her mouth, pushing both of them inside of her. Her cheeks filled at an almost painful stretch, making her shut her eyes, but the moment her tongue hit the tip of their cocks, making both of the guys moan out loudly, she let it happen. Minnie raised her head just slightly, angling it straighter to let their erection move deeper into her mouth. With the added pleasure of Wonwoo's fingers still pumping in and out of her, her heavy breaths dared to turn into gags as Mingyu almost couldn't hold back from pushing deeper inside, the tight feeling of the inside of her cheeks against his length making him shudder.

With a gasp, she released her lips from the stretch, making the men sigh out with Wonwoo's hand suddenly speeding up while his thumb rubbed on her clit. Almost hastily, with short high-pitched moans, she forced the two cocks back into her mouth, her hands continuing to work on the rest of their lengths.

The older member threw his head back with a heavy groan, "God... just like that," his left hand brushed over the top of her hair, making her look up at him with wide eyes. The sight of two cocks in her mouth, her eyes glassy from pleasure and pain, her eyebrows scrunched together as she was getting closer to her own release, almost made him come right then and there, but he had to hold himself back.

"Fuck," Mingyu cursed out loud, his head dropping forward as Minnie started to bob her head, releasing their erections from her mouth each second, only to put them back inside in the following ones.

She surprised both of them when she suddenly started to use the spit that had gathered around them and smear it all over their lengths with her hands. Sneakily, she brought them closer together, rubbing their tips against each other, only before pushing them even a little bit further until she could wrap her hands collectively around both of them at the same time, letting the guys buck forward, using her hand as an almost fleshlight, while they brushed against each other.

The new sensation brought a new wave of pleasure to both of them as Mingyu continued to mumble out different curse words, shaking his head as he tried to steady himself with his hand on the headboard. Wonwoo had opted to place his palm on the younger rapper's shoulder, leaning slightly forward. Their cocks continued to move against each other, Minnie's hand keeping them together and giving them a hole to fuck with her hands. Without thinking about his actions, Mingyu dropped his head onto the hand on his shoulder, first letting his side rest against it before he turned it to place a gentle kiss against the rough knuckles of the man in front of him.

The older member had to pull his fingers back from Minnie's core, coming up to get a hold of Mingyu's hair, and pulling it back to make him meet his gaze. The two leaned in closer, their foreheads resting against each other as their eyes fell down to their cocks, glistening in the girl's spit as she rubbed them against each other, them bucking their hips forwards so she wouldn't even have to move her hands, only letting her tongue swipe across their tips every now and then. As she glanced up for a split second, she found both of their gazes on her, a grin spreading on her lips as she found their fucked out eyes.

"Hyung," Mingyu suddenly whined, "I-I'm gonna cum."

Wonwoo could only nod, his hand on the younger one's shoulder tightening as he could feel Minnie's tongue move quicker across their tips, wanting to bring both of them to their release. Merely seconds before both of them would buck their hips for the last time, the girl released their cocks from each other, using her hands to get them off separately. Only a few pumps later, loud groans and heavy moans filled her ears as spurts of cum started decorating her chest. She continued to run her hands along their lengths, waiting until every last drop hand landed on her chest before moving onto Wonwoo's cock first. Her lips wrapped around his girth easily, her tongue immediately getting to work with cleaning up the last drips coming from his tip. When she felt his comforting hand on her head, she let him free, his erection now much slumber than before. She glanced up at him with a curve to her lips as he chuckled down at her. He couldn't hold back but leaned down to give her a quick peck.

After releasing her again, he moved off the bed to get the tissues this time. As soon as he was out of her sight, the female member looked over at Mingyu, who had already fallen back against the mattress, still heavily breathing. With his hand on his chest he tried to calm himself down, but once glance down at his cock told her that it would take more time than expected as his tip was still bright red, just like it had been when he was hard as a rock before. With a sly smile, Minnie pushed herself up, her movements making her fellow '97 Liner look over at her. He reached out to cup her left cheek in his warm palm, copying her facial expression as he shook his head with a chuckle.

"Unbelievable," he mumbled with a smile. He dropped his hand again as Wonwoo told the girl to come closer to the edge of the bed. The younger rapper let her push herself up with his abs underneath her hands as the older member wiped the cum stains off her chest. Mingyu leaned forward until he was close enough to place soft kisses on her side making her try to squirm away, but he had already wrapped his arms around her, not letting her move much.

After the '96 Liner was done, he gave a quick kiss to her forehead before disappearing just like Mingyu had done before to rid of the tissues, neither wanting to collect them on the bedside table or somewhere on the floor, while also knowing the other man would take care of their girl in the meantime.

The younger rapper was still nose-deep in her side, pulling her in even closer, making the girl giggle. She managed to push his face away from her side, not managing the tickle of his kisses for much longer. As soon as he looked up at her though, she couldn't hold back but lean down, cupping his cheeks in her hands to keep him straight as she locked her lips onto his. He moved lower to snake around her ass, the soft flesh squished up against his arm.

The two were interrupted once Wonwoo came back, joining the two back on the bed, stopping right behind Minnie on the mattress, his lips going down to her neck. At the same time, his fingers travelled down to her slit that was still waiting for the final touch. Her mouth had to leave Mingyu's to let out a soft moan, leaning back against the older member's chest as she felt his fingertips going through the crack of her ass, down to her still pulsating clit, massaging it in circles. Wonwoo took the opportunity to push her head to the side with his free hand to make her look at him, covering her lips with his own as he engulfed her in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth right away. A deep groan shook her body as Mingyu started to kiss his way up from her stomach until he reached her breasts. His big hand cupped her left tit, kneading it to get a moan out of her. His lips wrapped around her already hard enough nipple, his tongue flicking the nub.

"I think we still owe you something," Wonwoo whispered against her lips, commenting on the orgasm he couldn't give her before as the new experience she had given the two men came as a surprise, making them have to steady themselves on each other. Minnie chuckled against his touch, melting into his embrace as she whined as soon she felt his fingers enter her again. But she had had enough of their hands, feeling the need to be filled up with much more than just their fingers, even though they could very much so give her enough pleasure as well.

"P-Please..." she mumbled, her words stuttering as he suddenly pressed his fingers hard against her clit.

"Hm?" Wonwoo teasingly wondered.

"Hyung, lay down," Mingyu suddenly spoke up, straightening his back to glance at the man behind the girl, who gazed up at the '97 Liner.

Wonwoo would never question the younger one's proposals and actions when it came to the three. Each one of them only wanted the best for the other ones, so they knew whatever one of them had in mind, the others would most definitely enjoy them anyway. The '96 Liner, laid down on the mattress, his head on the two stacked pillows where Minnie had been only a few minutes ago.

The younger rapped wrapped a strong arm around the small waist of the girl, pulling her in closely with a passionate kiss on her lips as he turned them around on the bed - her back now to Wonwoo, while her chest was still pushed up against his. The older member had already started to pump himself again, just the view in front of him getting him easily hard a second time in a row.

Gently, Mingyu pushed her further back until her ass was lined up with the growing erection behind her. His hands on her ass told her to straighten her knees as he glanced behind her, making sure, she'd be lined up with the tip of Wonwoo's cock. The older rapper straightened his legs and with his palms on hers, he pulled them over his waist. He quickly got a hold of his cock again which was now only millimetres away from entering her again as Mingyu kissed her deeply one more time before patting her ass, telling her to lower herself. The head of his dick glided into her slit easily, her wetness still lubricating her wall as she sat down onto his hips, a shuttering moan tumbling from her lips. Wonwoo's hands immediately found their place on her hips, already bucking up his lower body, making her whine out in surprise.

Mingyu gave her a few more pecks on the cheek before pushing up against her even more, the palms of his hands securely on her back as he dropped her back against the other member's chest. With her ass against Wonwoo's pro bone and his grip tightly on her, she started to roll her hips instantly, needing to release the pressure that had built up over the past few minutes. The older rapper pushed his lower half up, hitting the highest point of her inside with each thrust.

The '97 Liner couldn't help but smile down at the two before he got down on his knees, lowering his chest to meet the scrunched-up bedsheets underneath them, lining his face up with the frantically moving bodies. Minnie stopped her movements, relying on Wonwoo's thrusts against her G-Spot, moaning out loud as Mingyu's tongue pressed against her clit. Wonwoo couldn't see clearly, but he could still feel the other member's presence between his legs, making him grin at the thought of what he was possibly doing that could get sounds like these out of the girl.

Her hands tried to find something to grasp onto as the man's thrusts had become deeper while the other one's tongue lapped around her clit, the tip massaging her bundle of nerves. The '96 Liner saw her struggle, loosening his grip on her hips to let his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back as closely as possible against his chest. His hips continued to thrust up into her, choked-up moans falling from her lips that could only be stopped as she moved her head to the side, their lips meeting for a deep kiss. The heels of her feet had started to dig into the mattress, pushing her lower body slightly up, only for Mingyu to push it back down, his mouth not leaving her core, his lips now wrapped around her clit to suck on it.

A mix of high-pitched moans and whines echoed through the room, Minnie didn't even know how to react to the pleasure any more, just letting it wash over her with each thrust, suck, kiss, and lick on her body.

Wonwoo's arms suddenly moved up her body, grasping her tits into his palms, making her own hands come up to hold onto his, heavily breathing as his fingers started to play with her nipples. He could feel himself getting dangerously close to his release, wanting her to come along with him. His thrusts had started to deepen, hitting the rough spot inside of her, getting choked-up moans of hers in return as she turned her head to the side once again, begging for his kisses to calm her down.

Mingyu was still working down, his eyes always up on the girl squirming against Wonwoo's chest, making him grin against her as proudly licked around her clit, adding to the pleasure she needed for her final release.

"P-Please come... inside me," Minnie moaned out, each thrust making it harder for her to form words as she could slowly feel herself turning into a mess of pleasure. "Please, Wonwoo..."

Hearing the sound of his name drop from her lips, surrounded by moans and whines brought him closer to his release than he had wanted to, now only a few more thrusts away from bursting a second time.

Her hands tightened on his arm as his fingers dug into the softness of her breasts. The shortness of his breath turned into heavy groans, his cock pumping a few more times before finally releasing himself inside of her. A loud groan fell from his lips as Minnie felt the warmth of his cum filling her up. Mingyu pushed himself up to let his member have his quick moment of relief as he watched his cock plop out of the girl's entrance, drops of his cum following close behind. He leaned back down to get his lips on her clit again while his fingers pushed every drip that dared to come out of her back inside. She jolted up in surprise, thinking she'd get a quick moment of rest, but the '97 Liner was already back down. Wonwoo sat up straighter, moving the girl down to sit between his legs, giving Mingyu a quick break to take a breath before his tongue circled her bundle of nerves again.

Over her shoulder, the older rapper got to look down at the younger member, smirking at the sight of his fingers pushing inside of her while his lips were working on her clit. His hands were still on her breasts, while his mouth had moved down to her shoulder, placing kiss after kiss as he travelled up to her jaw, making her turn her head to kiss him once again, his breathing still heavy from the orgasm he was trying to come down from.

"Fu-... I'm so close," she stumbled over her words as she glanced at the man between her legs, who looked up at her exclaim, only making her moan out loud again. Wonwoo smirked against her neck.

"Come on Mingyu's tongue, baby," he whispered, his deep voice sending a rush through her body. His hand kneaded her breasts more, his fingers focusing on her hard nipples. Her hands dropped from their grasp on him, to move down to pull at the younger rapper's short hair, getting a groan from him in return that shook her core. With a shaky moan, she bucked up her hips, his teeth gracing her clit suddenly, making her jolt in surprise. Her whines turned into quick short breaths, mumbles tumbling from her lips as her head fell back, her begs getting louder with each suck on her clit and push of his fingers inside of her.

It only took one more brush against her G-Spot before she came. The orgasm burst through her body. She lifted her hips in reaction as Mingyu's lips didn't leave her pussy, continuing to suck. His lips were tight around her clit, trying to drag out her orgasm as much as possible, while she was wriggling against him, Wonwoo's strong arms around her keeping her somewhat still.

"Ah!" She cried out, trying to push Mingyu's head away from her with a whine. Finally, he released her, letting a deep sigh leave her body, her head falling back against the older rapper's shoulder, who was kissing her jawline. With a proud smirk, the '97 Liner wiped a thumb across his lips before placing his hands on her waist to lean down, covering her lips with his to stick his tongue into her mouth. A muffled groan came from her as she tasted the remains of her on him, smiling against his lips. As Wonwoo was still on her jaw, one slight movement let their heads bump together, making both men look up.

With both of their eyes filled with leftover lust, they smirked at each other and before Mingyu could even think much about his next move, he brushed past Minnie, his lips finding the older member's as he also leaned forward, meeting him in the middle. Pleasurable hums filled the girl's ear as she turned her head to the side, finding her partners sharing a moment of passion as Wonwoo's hand clasped on the back of Mingyu's head, pulling him in just a bit deeper, their tongues finally meeting. The '96 Liner recognised the taste of the girl still on his lips, smirking into the kiss, before pulling back. Their eyes only met for a split second, sharing a quick smile before their attention was back on her who watched them with wild eyes, the corners of her lips curled up. Wonwoo was the first to get back on her lips, the younger member opting for the other side of her neck. Only after a split second, the two switched, each of them groaning against each other's lips.

Too lost in the touches of each other, the stain forming on the sheets underneath them was long forgotten and the tissues now suddenly unimportant in the nightstand.

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st4rg4z3 · 1 year

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─── ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ?

cw: just fluff + toji owning up to his mistakes

pairings : bf!toji x gfbimbo!reader

Toji scratched his head in frustration as he watched his girlfriend, Y/N, sulk in the corner of the room. Your pouty lips and crossed arms made it clear that you were angry with him. Yet, he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what he had done this time.

Y/N was a beautiful girl, infamous for your bimbo persona. Though you had a reputation for being hazy-brained, Toji had always looked beyond that. He just saw the gentle heart beneath all your misguided choices and was drawn to your carefree nature

He was always this cold hearted guy when you guys first met but after a while he just turned into this big puppy that goes wherever you go.

“What chu’ sighing over there for? Come here, what’s wrong doll face?" Toji patted his lap — asking you sit on it. He expected you to follow right away but got confused when you just looked at him, shaking your head no.

You gave him a disdainful look, your perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently against your phone screen. "You should know what's wrong, Toji. You're not paying attention to me." you huffed, crossing your arms.

Confusion washed over Toji's face. "Baby, I’ been spending so much time with you lately. We even went to the movies yesterday and had dinner together." he said, scratching his head.

You rolled your eyes dramatically. "It's not about spending time, Toji. It's about the quality of the time."

Toji chuckled, realizing that this sulking episode was going to require him to dig deeper than usual. “Don’t laugh!” you said, sulking some more.

"’Kay don’t roll your eyes at me, sweetheart. I’m sorry, can you just explain what you mean, huh? pretty baby?” Toji said before standing up, walking towards you then sat criss-cross infront of you.

You huffed loudly. "I mean, you're not treating me like a princess anymore. You're not showering me with compliments or planning grand gestures of love. It's like you don't care about me anymore."

Toji was taken aback by your words. He thought back to their early days when he would surprise you with flowers, and shower you with affection. But as yiur relationship had progressed, he had assumed you didn't need such extravagant displays of love anymore.

"Doll, I thought you appreciated the simple moments, the everyday gestures," Toji said gently.

Toji stood up before pulling you up, carrying you in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist while you arms are wrapped around his neck, he then walked towards the couch to sit the both of you down.

"I’ been tryin’ to show my love in other ways, like spendin’ quality time with you and supporting you in your dreams and a’know you know that, baby.” Toji placed his hands on your cheeks, caressing it gently.

Your pout softened a little, but your eyes still held a trace of disappointment. Toji realized that he had made a grave mistake. He had unknowingly bought into the stereotype of who he thought you were. He had assumed that all you cared about were superficial things, failing to truly understand your desires and needs.

You continued, your voice softer now, Toji, I may enjoy being happy-go-lucky, but that doesn't mean I don't long for romance and appreciation.”

Toji reached out and gently took your hand in his. "I know and I'm sorry, doll. I never meant to overlook your emotions or needs. I promise to be more attentive and show you the love and appreciation you deserve, ‘kay?”

You smiled, your eyes sparkling with hope. "Thank you, Toji. I believe in us, and I know we can grow and learn together."

Toji smiled and nodded before pulling you in for a kiss. He was just always so used with you being so bubbly and so happy, he never wanted to make you sad ever again.

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cumikering · 7 months

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Toxic Phillip Graves x reader

3.4k | angst, suggestive The commander with plenty of years ahead of you never saw you like you saw him, not even close

Next to the large window of the coffee shop, you sat with your book. You sipped your latte – the latte your cousin raved about endlessly the past month that tasted closer to milk. She wasn’t a coffee drinker evidently.

“’Scuse me, miss. Would you mind if I sit here?”

You looked up at the owner of the smooth, southern voice. The man wore an easy smile – too easy, like he knew he looked good. Your eyes wandered past him, to the many empty tables before meeting his blue ones again.

“Sorry, I’m Phillip. I couldn’t help noticing your read.” He held out his copy of the exact same book. This is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper.

You gave him a polite smile. “Go ahead.”

“Not my usual read, but it resonates with me.” He sat and placed his cup of tea on the table before cracking his book open where his steel bookmark lay. “He shouldn’t have led her on,” he commented.

“But her story wouldn’t have started otherwise.”

He smiled. “That’s true.”

Phillip ordered you another drink as you discussed your common interest in literature. Before you could finish the tea, the alarm on his phone went off.

“It was such a pleasure meeting you, miss, but I’ve got a plane to catch.” He placed his bookmark back in his copy.

It was then that you noticed the scar across his right cheek. As if the cause had the full intention of ripping him off the Earth – like a personal vendetta, but divine intervention let it bolt past, catching the cuff of his ear instead.

“Would it be alright to call you sometime? Maybe we can meet again when I find myself in town.”

You put your number in his phone, not expecting anything to come out of it. Not from a chance meeting with a charming man more than a few years older than you.

But days later, Phillip asked if you’d finished the book. You spoke on the phone for half an hour, listening to his analysis of the characters. He was sharp, brilliant, eloquent. It showed that he was well-read and took pride in it.

He was initially vague about his job, saying he travelled a lot. You didn’t think it mattered at all what he did. He was an online friend who was into the same things as you were. A month later when he told you he was the CEO of a private military company, you weren’t surprised at all. It was plain in the way he carried himself, his poise and decisiveness. The way he filled a room to the brim even when he didn’t try to.

Over the months, he mailed you books to read and discuss once a week. Then twice, and thrice and the calls grew more frequent, longer, later. Quieter, deeper.

He became more than a name on your screen, more than a voice at the other end of the line at nightfall. Your conversations bled into the daylight. You felt less like a secret, more like a part of his life. Like an affirmation that, maybe, you were not the only one in the liminal space.

Thinking of you, sweetheart.

Always love hearing from my woman during the day.

Your man is having some good lunch. Wish you were here to share it with.

You make me feel like I may be close to some, but never close enough.

I’ll show you how much you mean to me when we meet again.

“You promise?” you asked one day.

“I make guarantees,” he affirmed without missing a beat. “I’ll have the last week of this month off. Why don’t you fly here? I’ll take care of your flights and hotel.”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve never done this before… Flown to meet anyone.”

“No pressure, darlin’. You mean a lot to me, you know that? Don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to.”

You booked your flights and hotel. You weren’t going to be a freeloader even that you knew it would have meant nothing to him judging by the suit he showed up at the airport in. You wanted to cry when you saw him and his boyish smile, carrying a large bouquet of roses and a sign of your name. You ran into his open arms.

“What are you doing dressed up like that?” you asked with a chuckle when you pulled away.

He kissed the top of your head. “Taking my darlin’ out on a dinner date.”

He helped with your suitcase to his grey SUV and waited for you to get ready in your room before taking you to a skyscraping French restaurant. Sat next to the floor-to-ceiling window, you couldn’t take your eyes off the view, the shadows of the city dainty against the gold seeping into deep purple.

“Gorgeous, huh?” He placed his hand on yours, making your turn to him. “I knew you’d like it. We can come back whenever you want.”

“I love it, Phil.” You beamed. “Thank you so much.”

“Anything for my darlin’.” He took your hand to his lips before raising his champagne flute. “To us.”

You clinked yours against his.

At your door, he asked if he could kiss you. You nodded, not meeting his blue eyes as you bit down a smile. He called you when he was in bed, and when you both refused to hang up, you wondered what kept you from staying at his instead.

Phillip spent the next two days taking you around the city and walking you to your room at the end of the night with a kiss, which lasted longer each time.

Darling, I need to take care of something on base. Would it be fine if you’re on your own for the day? His text read the next morning.

Instead of brunch with him, you wondered around the city on your own, reveling in the tall buildings and how friendly the people were. With a sweet Southern drawl, the older women called you honey, darling and everything else Phillip had called you. It made you miss him more.

As you enjoyed your dinner, your phone buzzed with his call. It didn’t take him long to pull up at the restaurant and give you a peck in front of his SUV. You’d seen photos of him in his full gear, but seeing him in his combat uniform in real life made your cheeks heat up as you held onto his biceps. With vivid eyes and a smirk like that, he was dangerously handsome.

His touch seared when he pushed you against the wall of his entryway, fingers grasping your jaw, as he licked and nipped.

“You kiss better than last night,” he mumbled against you.

You paused at the comment, but he didn’t relent. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands roamed. He carried you to his kitchen, setting you on the counter, icy against the backs of your thighs.

His mouth trailed down the side of your neck, sucking harder at the base than you’re used to, but it hurt so good. You shuddered as a small gasp escaped you. He pulled away with a satisfied smile before setting you down on your feet, turning to open his French door fridge.

You took in his kitchen, All-black, with spotless marble countertops and seamless cabinets.

“What would you like, darlin’?”

“J- Just water, please.”

You were breathless with your cheeks warm when he led you to his living room which looked equally as lavish with the large TV in front of his plush leather couch. When he pulled you onto his lap, you let out a small squeak, making him chuckle.

“You’re always so adorable.” He kissed your cheek.

He put on some football on as he held you close, his hot, wide palm on your mid-thigh, exposed from him pushing your dress up. Every so often, he’d give it a squeeze as he sipped his beer, making your breath hitch.

“Darlin’, it’s getting late. Let’s get you back.” He patted your thigh. “Unless you want to stay? You can pick any room you want.”

He gave you a quick tour of his place, and you picked the room next to his. He gave you toiletries and his clothes for the night, and told you to come to his room when you were ready for bed. You opened his door to him on his bed in sweats, a book on his lap. He motioned for you to sit next to him, and you did, leaning onto his bare chest. You read with him, his arm around you, thumb rubbing your arm occasionally.

“Phil?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I just- Well-“ Confidence eluded you as fast as it graced and your heart raced. “Nevermind.”

He laid his book down and turned towards you. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything.”

You felt small having to ask, embarrassed that it was even something that bothered you. But when you looked into his eyes, welcoming with that warm smile, you thought maybe it was alright. It was Phillip after all.

“I wanted to know… What are we?”

He kissed your forehead. “Whatever you want us to be. I’d love to be your man if you let me.”

You smiled, relieved as you nodded.

“Anything for my woman.”

Phillip wasn’t in his room when you woke in his bed the following morning. You figured he was in his office, and he was, with the door open.

He looked up from his computer with a smile. He’d put a t-shirt on, his light brown hair tousled now. You noted he didn’t have his usual cup of coffee with him.

“Good morning, darlin’. Sorry I didn’t mean to leave the bed so early, but I’ve got reports to send.”

“That’s okay.”

“I hope you slept well. Feel free to use the kitchen. I’ll join you when I’m done in a bit.”

You went to his kitchen, the counters lustrous in the morning light. Next to the fridge, something glinted. It was a bottle cap of his favourite beer from the night before, a foreign brand you’d never seen. You put the cap into your sweats pocket - a keepsake of your first visit to his. You made coffee for the both of you, and when you were scouring the cabinets for some sugar-

“Sorry, sweetheart, who are you?”

You gasped, turning to the kitchen entrance where the voice came from. It was a middle-aged woman, carrying grocery bags. She blinked, her smile polite but confused.

“Uhh, Phil?” You looked straight at her with wide eyes, at a loss for words.

“What is it, darlin’?” he replied from a distance.

“Phillip Graves?” the woman called out, voice thundering.

In a second, he rounded the corner.

“Mum. Hey, I wasn’t expecting you.” He took the bags from her hands, placing them on the counter before giving her a hug. “This, uh- this is a friend.” He gestured to you.

“Hi, Mrs. Graves.”

“Good morning, sugar.” She nodded at you, her eyes warmer as she unpacked the bags. “I stopped by to drop off some fruits. I was at the farmer’s market.” Her eyes flicked to you, a playful smile on her lips. “He never has anything in his house other than beer, does he?”

You let out a small laugh, and he had an amused smile as he shook his head.

“I’m still in the middle of something. I’ll finish up real quick.” He left again.

“He’s married to his job,” she commented as she opened the fridge, stocking it with the colourful produce she brought.

“Um, do you know where the sugar is by any chance?”

She turned to you and glanced at the two mugs on the counter. “If he hasn’t had his coffee yet by now, that’s probably because he’s out of sugar.” She smiled. “And you know how much of a sweet-tooth he is.”

You did.

She continued lining the fridge with apples. “He really does run on coffee. He never learnt to cook, that boy. Lucky he’s got you taking care of him.”

Your heart swelled. Did he tell her about you already?

“All done now,” she said, closing the fridge. “Tell him I say bye, will you?”

“Okay.”

She gave you a squeeze and pinched your cheek. “I’ll see you again soon, sugar.”

You beamed as you walked her to the door. She didn’t hate you, and it made you irrationally happy.

“Phil?” You stood at the door to his office. “Your mom just left, told me to tell you bye.”

He beckoned you to come in, and he pulled you to sit on his lap, his hand squeezing your thigh.

“You know why I said you’re a friend, don’t you? I promise I’ll tell her soon.” He gave you an easy smile. “It’s like introducing vegetables to a kid. You gotta do it in small doses.”

“That’s okay, I understand.“ It didn’t bother you seeing how warm she was towards you. Still, you held on to his words.

“Okay, I’m almost done now. I’ll drive you to your hotel to get ready and we’ll go out for lunch.”

As well as the day went, you went ahead of yourself, like you often did when things felt too good. It dawned on you this was a little dream, a fleeting paradise in your ordinary life. Like a ticking bomb, it was going to detonate into a million pieces, and you’ll wake up with nothing but little mice, a pumpkin, a tattered dress and the sweetest memory.

The demon lingered in the backroom of your mind, pounding relentlessly at the door, begging to be set free. You felt like you’d gone too deep, like you shouldn’t even have started with all this.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm, darlin’?” Phillip asked when you entered his house, tossing his keys into the entryway bowl.

You couldn’t even fake a smile.

“Did I do something to upset you?” He rubbed your arms and led you to the couch.

He turned your body to him, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. You couldn’t drown the riot in your head.

“Please. If it’s my fault, let me fix it.”

“How is this going to work?” Your eyes flicked to his, continuing in a smaller voice. “We don’t live close at all.”

“Got me worried there,” he exhaled, pulling you to his chest. “You can move here, of course.”

“It’s not that easy, is it?”

“I know it’s not. If I’m honest, I don’t have an answer for that yet.” He sighed as he caressed your hair. Silence lingered before he continued, “You know what my drill sergeant used to say? You can’t fly when you keep worrying about falling out of the sky.”

“You told me.” A smile flickered on your lips.

“We’re just a two-hour flight away from each other. As long as you still want this, don’t think too much of what’s going to come. It will work itself out.” He tilted your face to him by the chin. “We’ll work it all out.”

Perhaps he was right. You just needed to focus on what’s right in front of you. When you asked if you could extend your stay for a few more days, he gave you a peck on the lips.

He held you wordlessly for a long time until he got a call for an emergency meeting. He told you not to wait up if he wasn’t done in an hour. You hadn’t planned on staying the night, but you still had your toiletries from the other day. You got ready for bed and rescheduled your return flight, extending the timer on the proverbial bomb, even just for two more days. You wanted to float in this dream a little longer.

It was past 2 in the morning when your door creaked open. You turned, the dim light from the hallway bleeding into the dark.

“Why are you still up?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

“I should ask you the same thing.”

He turned the bedside lamp on and sat on the bed, holding your hand.

“I’ve been thinking. You’re really special to me, darlin’. I want to work this out. I promise we’ll find a way, okay?”

You choked out a sob. His words like balm to your burning chest. You sat up and wrapped your arms around him.

“You’re so emotional. It’s adorable.” He let out a small laugh as he stroked your back. “I love you.”

When your tears stopped flowing, he laid you down, caging you between his forearms as he kissed you. Your arm wrapped around his neck, a hand cupping his lightly stubbled jaw. You fell into the kiss, into the sensation of his perfect lips. His hand wandered, pinching, squeezing, rubbing, his lips unrelenting, ever intensifying.

You squirmed under him. “Phil, that’s- you’re being a bit rough.”

He pulled away. “My ex liked it this way.”

You appreciated his passion, but the comment didn’t sit right. He stilled for a second before lying beside you in silence. You didn’t know how long you lay there, but in the dark, your eyes blinked open at the click of the door.

Your heart drained, hollow, hanging by a thread like it was going to float away out of your gaping chest any second. What you thought was going to be a comforting night turned unkind, instead leaving you feeling less than. You let out an uneven breath, pulling the comforter closer around you, willing it to drown the ache.

The next morning, Phillip was quiet, not even meeting your eyes as he told you to get ready. It was jarring, when for days it was as if he couldn’t keep his hands off you, but that day felt like he didn’t even want you anywhere near him.

Perhaps he had a lot in mind, maybe something about his meeting the night before – you knew it happened sometimes, but this time, the stillness made you nervous. Rejected, unwanted, out of place. Something was brutally wrong and it hung heavy in the air, it made you hard to breathe.

He finally broke the silence when he pulled up at the hotel lobby. “This isn’t working out.”

You turned to him, not believing your ears. “What?”

“This is a mistake,” he declared.

“But… Last night, we just- You said you loved me.“

“Why are we talking like this is some kind of negotiation? It’s not.”

The harsh tone sent chills down your spine. He’d never used that voice on you.

“I thought you liked sex, sweetheart. Why’d you wear those cute outfits otherwise?” His smirk turned to a frown. “Also, you laugh too loud. It’s off putting.”

You froze in your seat, like you wanted to scream but your voice a prisoner in your throat. Your stomach churned, bitter, singeing.

“You didn’t think this was real, did you? Don’t worry, it’s not like I don’t want to see you again. We’ll get coffee when I visit, okay?”

Your lips quivered as you blinked your tears away, but you were not going to let yourself cry.

“Oh, come on! Don’t start crying now. You’re making me look like the bad guy.” He threw his hands up in exasperation.

Was he not? When he told you all those things, some of the kindest words anyone had ever said to you. When the gold he gave you was brass at heart.

“Fuck you, Graves.” You got out of the car, slamming the door shut. Your tears stained your cheeks as you walked away.

It was the last time you saw or heard from him until two months later.

Hey, just wanted to let you know I’m attached now. We’re visiting next month. Want to meet up?

You regretted not blocking his number. You wiped away the tear that slipped.

Three years later, the universe sprinkled chaos and stirred its pot. You met another Phillip. Your cousin asked if it was the Graves variety. You said no, with a smile brighter than you ever remembered smiling.

This one held your hand and brought you home to meet his mum. This one didn’t bring up his exes when you didn’t ask. This one laughed harder when you cackled.

This one didn’t have to lie about his intentions, because a few years later, his promise of forever came without you even having to ask.

Thanks @shadofireshinobi for making me write this <3

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