#PLEASE I CANT STAND THE FILTH

[drasticemotions]

WHY IS EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE HOT STEAMY SMUT I WANT HURT COMFORT AND FLUFF GOD HELP ME I BEG I WILL DO ANYTHING

[onyourhyuck]

Animal Instinct. | NCT SERIES

Title: PROLOGUE ‘Sour Grapes.’

— Prologue: “They don’t speak to people unless they want one thing from them. And they pick their prey very carefully. They don’t go for everyone.”

— Summary: You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.

— Genre: Smut with plot. Minors dni. Fantasy with modern timeline. Female!reader. Secondary genders (but with animals) dreamies are complete red flags. Dub-con. Everything is very dark romance related. Nothing here is for the weak. Everything is just pure filth. It gets progressively worse and worse. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Pet names such as ‘my pretty who’re’ or ‘princess’ — minor hair pulling, blowjob male receiving. Fingering (female receiving) and sex tape mentioned. Breeding kink is a common theme here. Possessiveness.

— Notes:

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There was a new bar that took everyone’s attention and money away. Your friends have been nonstop talking about this new secret bar that is hidden away from everyone by a password. You wonder what the big deal was about it. It just sounded like a stupid bar to you. Apparently only ‘special’ guests could enter this bar. Your friend, Ningning has claimed that she knows what the password to the bar is, and that she will need to take a friend with her.

Which explains why you’re in Ningning’s car with the most absolute deadpanned expression when you see this empty isolating road ahead and the parking lot you’re now at.

You let out a sigh. “Ningning no offence but bars are meant to be welcoming. This looks like a horror movie in front of me.” The building that stood out to the both of you was looking bleak and dark from the darkness sorrowing it. You have a bad stomachache from all of this.

Your friend turns to you with a begging expression to make you come with her, because let’s be honest, Ningning wouldn’t want to go alone to this bar that no one has heard about. “Y/n please just trust me. The guy I was supposed to meet up with told me the password to this bar. I cant go along without you.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” You remark back furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance. You eventually gave in after five seconds of whining from Ningning because you can’t stand this at all.

Scowling out of the car with your friend you follow her inside with the least enthusiasm for partying tonight as well. Unlike Ningning you actually don’t have this much free time.

“If I see something weird I’m getting out of here and calling the police, Ning.” You tell her, your voice coming out more sternly.

But she was your friend and you love her. You can’t just leave her to go to this weird scam-looking bar alone. Good knows what could’ve happened to her if you didn’t come with her.

Ningning gave you a small smile. “Yeah! Deal.”

The building looked like it was probably abandoned for many years. The entrance itself gave you spooky vibes and you hated it. The girl in front of you was the first one to approach the singular bookshelf on the wall guided against the wall. Your eyes stare blankly at the set up.

You saw your friend touching every book on the shelf and you let out a sigh and a laugh at the same time. This was ridiculous.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking for a secret book-lever?” You mumble behind Ningning who gave a very optimistic smile. “Yeah. The guy said the passcode will work if we find the book that is the right one.”

You sigh. “This is a lot of effort to go through just to drink and find yourself a fling isn’t it?” You had a point. There was definitely something going around here that you’re missing. Maybe some information that your friend wasn’t telling you?

Few seconds later Ningning found the reddish book on the bookshelf stand that had peeked out and she pulled it out, only to find it reattach and the whole bookshelf moving to the left. Revealing a secret door. Your eyes widen at Ningning; because for a moment or two you’ve been doubting this whole bookshelf thing. Ningning gave you a proud-eating smirk which made you automatically scowl and roll your eyes. You walk ahead and Ningning followed behind you. The dark corridor welcomed both of you and the sound of bar music came in louder and louder. The more you both walked you’d see two patrolling bar security guards at the door.

Your feet tried to past them but they shoulders block. One gruff man gave you an intimidating look. “Password.” He said to you.

Ningning pulls you back a little. She knows you’d probably start an argument with someone tonight, you’re kind of like a magnet for starting fights.

“Green tea.” She said to the guards. You stare in disbelief when the two guards let Ningning and you pass through once the secret password was said.

You see, you don’t understand humans. But you understand animals on many levels. Humans are just something too complex for you to figure out. Ningning here was very confusing. She wasn’t telling you anything about this place.

But you had to admit. The bar looks expensive. Luxurious even. There was something so lush about this bar you couldn’t put your tongue on it. Everyone seems like they are a movie star. Or perhaps singers even.

Pushing through the crowd. Ningning instantly ordered a drink at the bar. The handsome man with a pale thinly skin and alerting brown alluring eyes pulled you closer. The bar owner tending to the drinks had really beautiful thick hair. There was a mixture of proud and sweetness about this guy. He looks like he has this whole place together.

“Two martini’s please.” Ningning told. Jaehyun gave her a glance and a single nod with a charming smirk. He turned around making the two drinks for you and Ningning.

You whisper to your friend. “This whole place is weird vibes Ning. What’s so special about this place?” You don’t understand why she was so eager to come here.

Your friend gave you a sympathetic response but she didn’t seem to find this all so suspicious like you. Sometimes you analyse things too much for her own liking. “I just heard it amongst people at my workplace. So I wanted to try it out.” Ningning said with a shrug.

The two glasses were plopped down and your head turns to the martini then to the guy with a small glance you take the martini to sip.

Your friend’s answer was so vague to be honest. So much effort just to find out about this bar?

Reaching for your phone you wanted to check if anyone has been texting you. To your answer you find out the signal here was completely nonexistent and crap. You grumble and Ningning saw you struggling. She furrows her eyebrows when you curse.

“Does this bar have no wifi signal or what?” You said with your tone of voice becoming frustrated. You put your phone down when Jaehyun reached over. “Actually phones aren’t allowed in this bar, miss.” He explained, even though his handsome face was definitely a distraction from how annoying this rule was.

“What? No phone. Isn’t that a bit weird and suspicious.” You grumble not understanding what kind of a rule was this?

Ningning switched glances between Jaehyun and you. You were watching him with a double sided glare like you were a mirror reflecting how much you hated this rule so much.

Jaehyun smirks and pulls back. “At Sour Grape’s whatever happens stays here. Therefore no phones. Just enjoy your night.” He reassures.

It sounds like everyone had something to hide what was was it?

Deciding to let your eyes wonder around the whole bar to check out what could take your interest; you found your eyes gravitating to a specific table of seven guys seated like they own the whole place. Crouching between girls. You find yourself wondering what the whole deal was with them.

You turn to the bar owner, Jaehyun was cleaning a few glasses with a cloth. He wore this white top with a black vest over and a tie neatly over it. The hair was slick back too.

“What are those guys all doing? They look like they own the whole damn place.”

Jaehyun laughs at your words. “Because they do. They are my main clients who make this whole bar popular.”

You furrow your eyebrows turning back to watching the group of men seating down. They all had a specialised accessory with an animal of their choice. You don’t understand why. But all you could see was that it somehow matches their appearance.

He leans close now, he decided to give you a little introduction to who runs this whole place like it is their kingdom.

“Let me explain to you who they are.” He softly said and you nodded watching the group.

“That man is Mark Lee.” Jaehyun said it with some pride when the name comes out of his mouth. As if he was some sort of king. “He is what you call a womaniser I believe. No intentions of settling down. However he is loaded with money.”

A blonde guy sitting in the middle with his legs spread while a woman was on his lap in the middle, his hand sneaking around the waist to pull the beautiful woman closer. His eyes felt deadly and sharp. You feel like nearly as a prey would when watching this encounter. On his right hand was a shiny silver ring on his middle finger — with a tiger face shaped on it. Engraved.

Your eyes move to the right. Jaehyun saw you checking out the guy next to Mark now.

Next to the man was a sickly pale man. He looks as cold as ice to you; it shouldn’t be possible to look this pale without looking like the clouds in the sky itself. However his facial expressions were the least exciting. He looks like he did not have intentions of getting woman. A necklace was hanging around his neck in shape of a wolf.

“That is Lee Jeno.” He said to you with a smirk. “This guy is probably the least you likely will ever meet. Jeno is a tough one to grasp. He’s very loyal to Mark and his friends. He doesn’t even show slightest interest in women.”

You roll your eyes. “Why is that? Is he scared of women?”

Jaehyun grinned shrugging. “Pack law maybe?”

Furrowing your eyebrows at the comment you tried to not think much of this. Perhaps it was a metaphor but you can’t really put your finger on why he said something like that.

Your attitude towards the group was getting more and more conflicting. You wanted to know more about the rest of them.

“Who is the guy standing up over there?” You try to point your eyes at the man standing up next to the couch that all the other men were sitting together. Jaehyun looks over there.

“Zhong Chenle, he is a reliable guy with source of information from everywhere.” Jaehyun smirks at you and you raise your eyebrows scoffing.

“Why?” You question. Jaehyun responded with an obvious tone. “Because he’s rich. They all are.”

Chenle wore the most expensive clothing you’d have to be honest. He wore and extended his beauty with all his money he could afford it with. But what caught your eye at the end was this hanging shark tooth down his ears.

Sudden arm around Chenle was wrapped by a much larger and bigger man in height with pale skin and black hair. Darkly covered clothes and makeup on his face. A choker was around the guy’s neck with a spider in the middle showing off.

“And that guy with Chenle?” You grumble staring the taller boy down.

Jaehyun puts the drinking glass down, lifting up his head over the bar. “Park Jisung. Chenle’s best friend; he’s also deadly. I don’t think you should go near him unless you want him to completely destroy you.”

“You make it sound like he’s a killer.” You roll your eyes not taking whatever he said about Jisung or the others too seriously.

Jaehyun scoffs. “You never know.” He points out and then leans over pointing over to three other guys that were speaking together as they sat down at the table table with the others.

“Those three are always together.” He explained to you and your head turns to analyse the other three people.

Sun kissed man with brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes with black moles; wearing a bear shaped pendant down his neck while discussing something with his two friends. Lee Haechan.

In the middle a smaller frame but a sheepish man with beautiful hair and fox-like eyes made you look twice. He looks unreal if anything. With a lip piercing on the bottom lip, you swore you saw a fox tail on the lip piercing detail. Huang Renjun.

And then a man with a bracelet on his wrist, he looked to be the most troublesome and quiet person in the group. The snake bracelet on his arm intrigued you nonetheless. Na Jaemin.

They all wore animal charms which looked silly but at the same time you wonder if it meant something more?

“Why do they all wear those jewellery? I don’t understand why they have all those animals on them.”

Jaehyun wasn’t aware if you knew why this bar was such a high secrecy but he leans down and now got a real serious one on one with you. “Can you keep a secret?” He asked as his face told you that he was being serious.

The information he’s about to tell you will change your entire life forever.

“Yeah.” You slant back watching Jaehyun sit up with a grin at your response.

“Everyone in this bar knows this but you.” Jaehyun smartly points out. “What do they know?” You became wary of what this was all about. Suddenly your stomachache was back again as if it was a warning from whatever you were about to find out.

Jaehyun trails with a devilish look. “The reason Sour Grape’s is such a secret place to enter is because everyone in this place has evolved from different species of animals.”

“For example, most people like you who evolve from monkeys exist in this world. But there are people who evolved from others.”

He whispers back pulling away to show you his arm bracelet with horses on it. You raise your eyes from Jaehyun’s wrist and back to his face in disbelief. This wasn’t making enough sense to you.

“So you’re telling me you and the other guys came from animals that weren’t monkeys? What kind of logic is that.” You grumble feeling that maybe you’re drunk and he was fooling around with you.

Jaehyun gave you a light shrug with his shoulders. “You said you can keep a secret. You can’t tell this to anyone.”

“Hyung pass me a bottle. You know what I want the usual.” A dark deep and striking tone alerts me from behind as if I’ve never heard any footsteps coming from behind me. The tall domineering man next to my shoulder peeking down at the bar. He saw my intense gaze fixated on him. Mark turns around watching my look with a bit of haste. “And you are miss? Do I have something on my face?”

You could practically pass out from the way he is watching you like you are just some thing, a bug that could be squished by the size of his palm. “No…I…”

The bottle being placed down made you flinched. Somehow all the things Jaehyun said to you now makes sense. Mark had a look of a tiger behind his eyes. He wasn’t no cub. He was a fully grown animal in a human body. It made you scared to even look the other way.

Watching him leave with the bottle in hand. Jaehyun knew by your expression that you finally found some truth to his story.

You look down at your hands. “How do i get to speak to him?”

You hate to admit it but you want to meet them all. You want to analyse them; to get to know them. Somehow deep inside you’re willing to even try and befriend them.

Jaehyun gave you a laugh. “They don’t speak to people unless they want one thing from them. And they pick their prey very carefully. They don’t go for everyone.” You grumble at the bar owner. “Okay what’s that?”

An obvious tone was spoken again. “To sleep with you, nothing else.”

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[roadkillremi]

Kinktober '23

1 out of 11

Degrading

Billy loomis

MasterList. Kinktober

Summary : Pure filth. The characters are 18+

Warnings : smut without a plot, minors DNI, degrading, language, oral (m receiving).

Sorry it's a bit lazily written :(

You sat on your bed gripping the ends of your nightgown. Billy squatted down to your level as if you were a child.

"Understand?" He tilted his head so you could see his face fully. You nod, "I'm okay with it.".

He smirked standing up looking over your body. Your eyes scan over his body eventually meeting his. Your face flushed pink, "Don't act so innocent. Last week you begged for my cock.".

Your chest tightened as you nodded, "sorry.". He tilted your chin upwards, "So pretty...". He leaned down grabbing your nightgown to lift it up. You raised your arms to help it slide off of you. You shivered a bit as your bare chest hit the air.

"Just tell me if you ever need to stop."

"Okay.."you whispered. He raised his eyebrow and grabbed your jaw.

"Use your manners." He spoke strict and gripped your jaw tightly.

"Yes, sir." You corrected. He smiled, "Good little slut.". You tightened your legs together at his words.

"Now lay down and let me use you like the whore you are." He started undressing himself. You nodded laying down on your bed as you watched him undress. You tried to prepare yourself for Billy. He never gave you a second to adjust to his size. He always just got what he wanted, and you had no problem with that.

He crawled on top of you, "Lift your legs up.". You obeyed lifting your legs up wrapping your arms around your knees.

"There you go.. that's right open your legs for me." He whispered. He aligned himself dragging his members in your folds. You whined bucking your hips up craving more. He smacked your thigh gently letting you know to stop.

"So needy, hmm? Ready to be my little come dumpster?" He teased.

"Yes, sir.." you mumbled. He smiled entering the tip in. You bit your lip anticipating more of him. He steadied his balance placing his arms beside your head. He thrust his hips forward giving you a smirk. You moaned softly squirming beneath him, "Stay still." He ordered. You moved your hips against his causing him to force your hip down. His fingers from little crescent shapes on your hips. He leaned down close to your ear, his hot breath heating it up.

"God, I didn't even tease you and you're wet.. you really are just a little slut." His voice was low and raspy. You nodded as you let out a small moan. He glared at you, "Stop playing stupid. Use your damn words.".

"Sorry, Sir... it's..so.. so much" you whined. His cock was too much as he pumped into you without waiting. Your walls clenched as they tried to adjust. He smiled continuing to shove his hips forward.

"I can stop if you cant handle it."

You shook your head no desperately, he chuckled.

"Words." He demanded. You took a Shakey breath, "I can handle it.".

"Good..".

You glanced up at his face surprised to hear a praise. You parted your lips about to tease him for getting out of character.

"If you say something I will leave you needy-" he threatened. You closed your mouth and nodded, he grinned.

"That's better." He leaned down giving you a hungry kiss. His lips moved down to your neck, he left small pecks before biting. You tilted your head up hinting to him you craved more. He chuckled against your neck, "So pathetic.. all worked over some love bites.".

"Not pathetic" you breathed between moans. He sat up glaring down at you, "You aren't?". You froze not sure how to respond.

"Don't act like you can't talk now." He growled. You shook your head, "I'm not.".

"I guess I'll just stop then.". He pulled out turning away.

"No!" You sat up grabbing his arm. He smirked and turned back towards you. You looked down embarrassed, "I mean .. please don't.".

"That's better.." he smiled. He grabbed your hips pulling you closer to him. You let out a huff as you landed on your back. He gripped your plush thighs shoving himself back in. You let out a yelp of pleasure as he pushed himself further.

"Listen, I'm going to fuck you. And you're gonna take it. That's alright?" He tilted his head down to you.

"Yes, sir." You muttered trying to take it all in. He smirked leaning down, "Tell me how much of a whore you are for me.". You moaned softly trying to gather a response.

"use that dumb head of yours." He added. You tilted your head back, "i.. I love your... your cock.." you mumbled out. He hummed to himself, "I know you do... tell me.. do you want me to come in your mouth?". Your eyes shot up at him, "Yes! Yes please..".

"You think you deserve it?" He asked. You slowly nodded, he stared down at you. He tilted his head to the side, "I guess you were a decent cum slut today.". You got excited sitting up on the edge of your bed. He pulled himself out waiting for you to get on your knees.

You slid down to your knees and wrapped your hands around his legs. He smirked, "Ready?". You nodded opening your mouth for him. He stroked himself while leaning closer to your mouth. You stuck your tongue desperately waiting for him. He guided your head to his crotch by gripping your hair.

"That's it.." he mumbled. You bobbed your head while sucking him. Your cheeks strained and drool spilled. He chuckled, "Such a needy little girl.". He gripped your hair pushing your head down. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You groaned against him feeling the urge to gag.

"Almost done. Don't give out on me yet." He muttered as he continued to harsh your throat. You squeezed his legs leaving red crescent marks. He pushed your head back down releasing himself in your mouth.

"Don't. Swallow." He demanded. You hold his release tasting his warmth. He smiled, "Open..". You opened your mouth showing him his come. He grinned, "Mm.. such a dirty slut. Always so desperately listening to my commands.".

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 [𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬] | choi san x fem!reader

PART THREE of : have your way with words, be my people pleaser 

“Be mine tonight, Y/N.”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: The hour is twisted. You’re not at a club, you’re not sober, but most importantly, you’re not with him. Will Seonghwa do? No, of course not.

But he leaves you no other chance.

“You’re so pathetic, it might actually be worth a try.”

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: angst, smut

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 2nd half of PART THREE

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 13.3k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): drug-use, drug abuse, alcohol, mdma (ecstasy, molly), vulgar language, just a lot of vulgarities and profanity, hate-fuck?, aggressive, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, sex with feelings but no love, sex with no respect, cumming inside; reader cant stop thinking about san, writer is a bit stoic, seonghwa is a hot bitch, hwa and writer are liars lmao

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: the border looks that ugly on purpose btw not that you think otherwise LMAO

on ao3, this chapter is called “insanity” and i can’t promise it will be the only seonghwa-centred part throughout the series, but do please enjoy for the filth and angst of it all hehe!! <33 if you're asking “does san even make an appearance here?” i won’t tell you :P i know it's intimidating since there's just about like 10k build-up (because i'm a bitch LMAO) so if u wanna skip just find the second border i guessssssss

also, i really recommend listening to KLOUD's ESCAPE HALLOWEEN set (it's a soundcloud link) or any other hard tekno for the whole immersive experience lmao !!! <33

and also, thank you all very much for 100 followers and over 1000 notes ! ! ! wtf it's all happening so fast i can't catch up with yall....

𝚝𝚊𝚐-𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @brown88 : @svintsandghosts: @hanniebeesworld : @downbadreading : @shingsoluvely (kissing all of yall <33)

Didn’t Seonghwa say “club” or are you being some conservative narc flaking out?

You’re standing in front of a white, slightly burnt industrial building that is barely holding on by itself, and taking into account how many people are smoking around here, the likeliness that it will catch on fire again is not too low. You can’t believe that you’re going to meet Seonghwa inside here, let alone San, let alone anyone with a healthy sense for flight or fight, but here you are, walking up to the line with confident steps.

Yes, it has made you very anxious that even the taxi-driver had no idea where he was heading. He promised to drive you back home if anything happened, so the taxi-hotline is on speed-dial— just in case— and you just thought, holy fuck, hopefully Seonghwa won't leave me alone here.

But once you’d seen the seemingly endless line of people, you knew you have arrived at the right place. Or at least something like the right place. It all seems off, this building in the middle of nowhere outside the city, but you told the driver the vague address and he found you this hidden ware- and clubhouse, both of you hesitating to confirm that this was the correct location.

Nothing here seems legal, smells legal, looks legal— oh well.

The only thing you can say with certainty is is that you are looking and smelling the best you have ever looked and smelled this entire semester, and even if you have no fucking clue who these people that are whistling at you are, you know you’ve done everything right tonight when they wave at you to join them. You just skipped a whole chunk of the line here, but nobody seems to mind it. What a democratic party, maybe it’s not all that foul play and people do appreciate good things, eh?

It’s not an exaggeration or empty self-boast: You, in your skin-tight, revealing black body-con dress, skin glowing under the harsh night-light, are absolutely ravishing. There are looks on you— uncountably many of them, and usually, you’d fold under their heavy gaze, but having taken a few shots of the cheap rum back at home, you reciprocate their curious eyes with a sleek, cheeky smile, down-right inviting them to bathe in your appearance.

While the group of people take in the presence of you, blurting out their first thoughts immediately upon thinking, your confidence only grows bigger. Thank god drunk people say the truth, because “damn, she’s hot” is the ego-boost you needed to face whatever awaits you in that cubic building.

“ARE YOU FUCKING READY?”, booms out of it and it seems like a voice sample that’s been altered that hellishly deep. The crowd outside cheers. They're not even a part of the shenanigans yet, but still, they’re screaming and already moving their body in anticipation, throwing funny looking candy (you’re very sure that’s molly) inside their mouths. They’re ready, but Y/N, are you? It is an honest question to ask yourself, and as you inhale the smell of people smoking the devil’s lettuce around you, you draw out how the night might progress for them.

You don’t know about San’s whereabouts, only that Seonghwa and him are going separately, which is a big plus if you want to fuck him today.

Uh-huh. Fuck Seonghwa. You’ve made it up in your mind because he just wouldn’t stop hinting at it in the car this morning. He is going to buy you drinks, going to show you his dancing, but most importantly, going to “make you enjoy yourself”, which of course, could just be wishful thinking from you iterating the conversation, but Seonghwa wouldn’t have bought the tickets for you for free if he wasn’t expecting some type of reward, would he?

At the minimum, the hinting painfully reminded you of the way you talked to San the very first days you first insinuated that he could stay over at your house and — oh, golly! — sleep there. Coming to think of it, your talk actually never worked, and it still ended up being San who made the first sexual move. You’re going to save Seonghwa from this embarrassment, and if not, you’re going to save yourself from your own embarrassment for if you do see San and his volleyball-“date” or whatever here.

Anyhow, at the maximum, you have a brain and are fully aware of the fact that people don’t “meet” at the club to just have a chat, whether it's him or San. People “meet” at the club to get crazy and fuck, and that’s exactly what you’re doing with Seonghwa — End of story. San is not going to write this chapter today. He won’t even end up in the epilogue, that’s how much you’re going to focus on Seonghwa. Go down. Get him on. Get on with him.

You bop your head a little bit to the deep bass that’s vibrating through the walls of the warehouse and the line is taking a painfully long time to move forward. You watch the people in your group chug down their self-mixed abominations and how they're throwing the remaining glass on the floor, whiffing their stimulants through their joints or gulping it down by tablets. Letting out a huff to exhale the sharp smell of weed, you try to become as detached as the ones around you, at the very least assimilate to their mood. You’re going to be with these people tonight, and just by putting one and one together, you get the feeling that it will be a long, ruthless evening. You can hear intoxicated screams leave the front door, the deep voice continuing to hype up their cheers.

It's all a hivemind of pure madness and … well, you're here for it, it seems like, no? Seonghwa is not going to be an exception, and you brace yourself to be meeting your date here.

Show you his dancing, he said…

You don’t know whether the DJ playing some extraordinary remixes or whatever to be deserving this much of screaming feedback, but it’s definitely music to get your mind lost to, you'll give this guy Mingi that; Splurging, ear-numbing beats and basses, inviting you to rock your body. You don’t hate the music, not at all. It just makes you question how Seonghwa was imagining to impress you. Here you are imagining body-rolls or whatnot, but this hard style techno isn't really the tune for that, is it? Okay, let's just say it's not music you'd turn on to get yourself into the mood on a Saturday night, that's what's there to it.

It’s ironical, really. Usually around this time you’d be fumbling around your phone on your couch to ask San if he’s free or not, and sometimes he is, but most of the time he’s not. Those days where he just comes over on your mark have been over long time. Now, he’ll either show up at your house unprecedented or ask you to show up at his house in an ungodly hour.

Huh, isn’t that one funny butterfly effect. You woke up early because of San's mistress and here you are, lining up to become Seonghwa's. Is this right? "I heard you were going to be at Mingi’s party. Meet me there." Even now, you’re trying to convince yourself that this contact name “volleyball” could be anyone, maybe even just a friend that is trying to link up at this not-so party-looking party. Hm, you think, would a friend text him so intimidatingly? San hates periods to end messages, it scares him. So no, not a friend. At least not a friend that knows him as much as you do. Someone he had a fight with, maybe? No, Choi San doesn’t have fights, he’s too avoidant of conflict for that. It has got to be someone that has once been close to him and a bit too close to your liking.

No, no, fuck no, let’s stop this, you murmur to yourself and wriggle down your dress so it covers your ass at least.

Fucking Seonghwa. That’s your one and only mission tonight, of course followed by having fun and getting all hell loose.

It will just be one night and it will either make you 1) want to stay with San, or 2) finally move on and agree that San is just a … friend with too many benefits. You have to convince yourself you’re not in love with San. You can’t be in love with San. Disregarding of how curious you are in meeting him here.

“Ticket,” the control-man orders around the people in front of you and you get out your phone out of your tiny bag for the ticket, when you see that Seonghwa has already messaged you.

Seonghwa (San’s roomie): I’ll be waiting at the bar for you by the way Seonghwa (San’s roomie): You have to walk up the stairs on the left when you enter Seonghwa (San's roomie): Excited to see you ;)

You have been guessing already that something was going to break tonight, but it might as well be those stairs Seonghwa is talking about. From the amount of people that are still waiting behind you, you hope that they’re not all trying to go the bar.

“Ticket, please,” the control-man repeats, but strangely enough, his tone is a bit friendlier to you for some reason. “Here you go,” you duplicate his kindliness and he nods, dropping his smile as soon as he moves on to the next guess. Strange.

You eye the buff guy, but the impatient crowd pushes you into the square door. In you go.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!”

Harsh red lights, laser and smoke hit your senses. (Though you can only be so sure that the last part is really planned for the show-experience.)

Maybe you underestimated the capabilities of a warehouse. It’s still not what you thought of when you heard "club", but it surely still gets your club-mind going. Ignoring the grimy looking walls that seem to crumble with every beat that’s drumming inside your ears, the pungent smell of cheap-ass perfume, artificial sweeteners and alcoholic beverages strike into your nose, blurring your sight for a short moment. There are no windows in this hell-hole, but that’s the concern for another hour.

This is only the beginning. So, let’s focus.

Left, stairs, go up, there’s the bar Seonghwa was messaging you about. It surprises you that you’re not being swarmed by more people trying to get drinks, but it makes sense, since so many of them have already drunk outside or taken other substances to get themselves prepared for the night. That’s the first thing.

Second thing; suprisingly, the stairs are actually kind of durable. You can physically feel the bass run through your veins as you grab the handrail, but maybe that’s just because of the cold metal. Nothing to worry about here, you exhale and make your way up.

Lastly, and most importantly, look at you, you’re smiling. That’s the biggest, best thing. The euphoria these people are screaming out is down-right infectious, isn’t it? Their daft, hypnotic cries are calling out to you on the dance floor, but you’re going to be there sooner or later, with the man that brought you here in the first place.

“Hey, Seonghwa.”

“Hey, Y/N, you—“

He was sitting on a barstool, admiring the flashing lights all throughout the warehouse through his sunglasses, when you put your hand on his barely clothed shoulder and make him turn around.

“Holy shit, Y/N.”

You grin. Of course Seonghwa wouldn’t disappoint with his reaction. He rips the sunglasses from his face immediately, gets up from his seat and embraces you with one arm, not daring to let one eye sway away from you, his tongue pushed to the surface of his mouth, as he suppresses his gleeful grin. He looks star-struck, the supernatural-looking lights surrounding him are only emphasising this sight. Otherworldly.

“Where have you been hiding that?”, he asks, commenting on your body as respectfully as he can. You know he can’t handle a lot of alcohol, so his marvel must be double the truth, right? Seonghwa isn’t a liar.

“I’ve not been hiding anything,” you scoff and Seonghwa laughs nervously.

“Y/N, you look… absolutely fantastic.”

“You don’t look to shabby yourself, Seonghwa,” you smile and muster the charcoal-haired man from bottom to top. It’s very out-of the ordinary, but honestly, you should have expected something like this after he invited you here. It goes without saying, you could have served him the same reaction to his outfit. The man who was wearing sportswear? He’s now wearing a black, nylon, baggy pant, with a distressed knitted top that barely serves as an excuse for clothing as it is not covering any of his body parts correctly— and even if you’d already gushed about his athletic figure this morning, you have not expected to be seeing Seonghwa’s abs and breast this exposed this early tonight. There is jewellery all around his outfit, just dangling from the fabric, but also his ear and hands, spiky and shiny, almost hazardous looking.

Damn, either you haven’t seen Seonghwa enough or this dude has been hiding more from you than you could account for. He looks as fashionable as much as he looks demonic, ready to sin with you, and that is the most meaningful compliment of the night.

“Thank you, I knew you’d like it.”

“Really? Me?”, you laugh, getting your hair out of your face, tugging it behind your ear.

“You have a strange taste,” Seonghwa smirks and while you puzzle together what he means, he signs something to the bartender with his ringed fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m ordering us shots. Keeping my first promise.”

“With sign-language?”

Seonghwa smirks and sits down again, you following him to the same.

"I'm a friend of Mingi's, they know me around, that's all."

"Y'all are weird."

“That’s just our ways here.”

“Your ways? You sound like some pretentious club-kid,” you nag.

“What if I am, huh? Are you gonna leave, if I was?”, Seonghwa teases and is served a tray of four shots, coloured a dangerously unnatural purple colour. He slides a 10-dollar bill onto the counter and the bar-keeper takes it with no words spoken out loud, which gives Seonghwa the time to devote all his attention to you. It’s flattering how astounded he is by you, as if he hasn’t seen you pretty ever in his life. But then again, you can only do so much styling and make-up when San calls you at 10 PM, asking you to “hurry”.

“We’ll see how the night progresses,” you smirk, and grab the first shot. Seonghwa also takes one and slightly raises the small cup.

“I won’t disappoint you.”

Sweet — the taste of the shot.

All types of fruits and harsh, cheap liquour plunge into your mouth and melt on your tongue. It’s going to make your head hurt the next day, one hundred percent, but maybe it will be Seonghwa to get you some pills to soothe the ache.

… If he wasn’t San’s god-damned roommate.

Or he could stay at your home. It’s been a while since another man than him has slept in your bed, and maybe it’s long overdue.

“Let’s hurry up, I wanna dance with you,” you gulp down the sugary liquid and Seonghwa chuckles.

“We’ve got enough time, Y/N. Let’s savour this one together.”

Sweet — The spark in his eyes, his flawless skin, perfectly plump lips— holy fucking shit. Seonghwa is fucking breathtaking.

“Y/N?”, Seonghwa asks and you see that he’s already moved on to the second shot, waiting for you to move on.

“I didn’t know you had that kind of sexy stare in you,” your alcohol blurts out for you and in the meanwhile, you grab the next shot glass.

“Sexy stare?”, Seonghwa asks and grins.

“Screw you! You know what I’m talking about,” you hiss and show him your tongue to offend him, but Seonghwa just tilts his head, raising the glass to your face.

“Loveshot?”, he asks and for a moment, you don’t know whether he’s joking or not. Maybe you’re just feeling weird because a male has said the word “love” in your proximity. (The only man in your life who's a candidate in hearing that word avoids it like a disease.)

“Only if you mean it,” you purr seductively, lick your lips, and praise to fucking god he’s taking the hint. Seonghwa leans in and crosses your arms around, the cold rim of his drink suddenly resting at your lip.

“That’s not how loveshots work,” you notify, but you still mirror him and place your glass under his lips.

“Do you care?”

“No.”

Seonghwa chuckles and with one movement of his hand, the second shot is flowing down your oesophagus. It’s cold, starkly contrasting the humid conditions in the warehouse, but it’s just enough to get your senses rolling again.

You don’t even care that you made Seonghwa miss half the drink, his alcohol tolerance will give him just the right kick from the first shot. Also he doesn’t protest at all, when you hop from your seat to finally get the evening going.

“Let’s go now!”, you order him around and he gladly obeys. “Lead the way,” he says, putting his hands on your shoulder, which he hopefully won't be able to keep there for long, as you both strut down the stairs and into the crowd.

The massive crowd is crazy, and it’s ever-growing.

“What is this place?”, you ask Seonghwa, as he’s being pushed against your back by the people on the way to the dancefloor and Seonghwa has the perfect opportunity to grab you by your hips to not lose you, but frustatingly enough, he doesn’t. His hands leave your shoulders and Seonghwa just tries to manoeuvre to you.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell you,” Seonghwa answers honestly and you look for a free place to roam and dance. People are trying to get as close to the DJ as possible, but once those are gone, there’s actually some space you can use— you just have to get there.

“You come here often?”, you ask, leaning backwards for your voice to hit his skin. You'll be hoarse by the end of the night.

“I’ve only went twice. San went to every single set of Mingi, though!”

“Really? San goes here frequently?”

“Yeah! Does that shock you?”

“Of course it does.” You stop, turn around and Seonghwa’s hands stay in place in his pants, as you talk to him. “This, all of this, doesn’t seem like San at all.”

“Hmm, I know what you’re getting at. But that’s just our boy, eh?”

You stare into his eyes and search for some type of playfulness, but Seonghwa means his words. This is where San roams— is roaming right now, maybe— and it, all of it, just fucking confuses you. This is not the "party" you would have expected to see that man in, and if that wasn't bad enough, he's apparently a regular. You hope you’re not pushing some kind of innocent image onto him, but despite the alcohol that's heating up your cheeks and making you dumber every talking second, you’re seriously puzzled. That he’s never invited you is questionable already, but is “that San for you”? You don't know.

Wiggling your hips, you try to retrace history to the very moment you had met shy little San at the seminar, up until now, where he’s grown three times his size and you feel like he's some type of fucking mystery that is impossible for you to solve. Nerd? Hopeless romantic? Hard to get? Playboy? San may act like he’s open-minded, but he’s the most secretive guy you’ve seen. Not like Seonghwa, who, mind you, is still looking at you with the most intense fuck-me eyes, that it’s actually eating you up.

“Let’s stop talking about San.”

“Why?”, Seonghwa asks, obliviously, eyes turning back to normal.

“Because it’s us here! You and I, Seonghwa and Y/N. If they drank a loveshot together, they should act like it, don't ya think, huh?” you grunt, already slurring your words. You start to move your body according to the heavy beat, tits jerking out to the front, arms waving like they have a life on their own. Seonghwa smiles and accordingly begins to step his feet where yours aren’t; your bodies are annoyingly close, but still not touching at all.

“How do you mean that, Y/N?”, he asks and you slap his revealed shoulder with the back of your hand to stop his teasing. “I thought you wanted to show me your dancing, Seonghwa!”, you whine and he laughs at your comment.

But Seonghwa doesn’t say anything after that, which gets on your nerves even more and in response, you turn your body slightly away while swaying your hips from side to side.

“You know what you said,” you hiss and he probably can’t hear you because the DJ is transitioning to a track with even more bass penetrating your ears.

You scurry your body to the beat and catch the gaze of someone in the crowd, who’s noticed you for the same reasons Seonghwa can’t keep his eyes away from you. The stranger is drilling his gaze up and down your chiselled body, licking his lips. Feeling playful, you make a suggestive expression towards him in return of the attention, winking at him. The male immediately makes his way to you.

"You do molly?”, he asks into your ear and you see that he’s got two skittles with cartoonish hearts and smileys drawn on them. That’s Adam. You never did him before, but you surely have heard of him, your friends have had him, your friends have loved him, your friends had painful break-ups with him. Merciless adam, MDMA.

You look back at Seonghwa who’s still dancing next to you, acting like he's not watching this whole situation go down, putting on his sunglasses again, and pushing it up his nose bridge. It sucks. His skin under the top is teasing you to look at it, and it feels so unusual to be longing for him, like you can't comprehend he's not... the other one.

So, though you do hesitate for a short second, you take two of the heart-painted ones and smile at the stranger, who sounds rotten from inside out, voice raspy and hoarse.

“Are you alone?”, he asks into your ear and while you think of answer, you muster Seonghwa, whose eyes you cannot track anymore, since the black cubic shades are hiding his prettiest possession. Is he still looking at you? Watching the sky? Who knows. Only he knows.

“Maybe?”, you answer and rotate your head to the stranger’s direction. You don’t care for this man, not at all, but what you do care for is Seonghwa’s reaction. Bouncing your ass up and down against the stranger's baggy jeans like the grand girl you are, he gets his hand at your waist and tries to pull you over his place, but, there he is, Seonghwa to come save the night.

“Fuck off, she's taken.”

He pushes the male away with his elbow and the grip immediately loosens up. “Hey, hey, dude, don’t hit me. Sorry, dude.” Seonghwa is visibly taller than him, and apparently that’s enough for the poor guy to get intimidated by his sunglassed face and disappear into the crowd with quick feet.

“YOU WANNA PLAY?”, the artificially deepened voice echoes through the warehouse and you stare into what you can make out from Seonghwa’s eyes with an earnest frown. You’ve felt unnecessarily angsty and frustrated the whole day since you saw that message on San’s phone, and this is the guy who’s going to hold responsibility for it, better with his whole fucking devotion now.

“What was that?”, you tease Seonghwa, who’s finally getting his hands out of his pockets and pulling you closer to him by your wrist. You can’t exactly read his expression since he’s covered his face still, but that actually makes it feel a lot better. There's something off about him, like Seonghwa is a stranger, like you’re not doing it for him, but rather… yourself. You're doing this because it makes you feel good, not the other way around. That's empowering.

“Whatever you want it to be, Y/N.”

“Stop tip-toeing around it! Are you going to fuck me or not? ‘Cause there’s more of those guys everywhere here,” your alcohol spits again and Seonghwa pants.

“Well, shit,” he laughs and finally glides into your waist with his arms. “That was direct.”

“I can flirt with you, but not under these fucking conditions,” you growl, intoxicated, recycling gritty air in your lungs, moving your sticky body to the beat and occasionally grinding against Seonghwa’s lower body with your legs from the front. "I can flirt and fuck you," he hums and frames his hands around your hips, connecting himself to you.

“Do you do molly, Seonghwa?”, you grin, the two pills waiting to be popped in inside your hand.

Seonghwa takes a look at the capsules, and you wait for his answer, as he appears to investigate them. Does he know what he's looking for? Apparently yes, as he pushes up his sunglasses and rubs the corners of his lips with two of his fingers, “Gimme.”

He picks it up from your flattened hand, and you would’ve loved to share it like a love-shot again, but before you could request it, Seonghwa has gulped it down. Not his first rodeo, you assume, and follow his suit.

Good thing that your throat hasn't dried out yet and the pill glides down your throat with your saliva. It's not going to take long until the jubilation of the alcohol you've consumed meets the ecstatic effect of molly, and you bite your lip with a grin. "Never thought I'd be doing drugs with you, Seonghwa," you purr and Seonghwa shrugs with a huff, “I thought you’d never even consider it.” Seonghwa exhales in the heat of it all, pulling you closer.

“What? Because of San?”

“Of course because of San,” Seonghwa cackles and puts his pointy chin in between the space of your collarbone and neck, so that his voice is hitting the spot of your hickey. “You know he’s here somewhere, right?”

“Yeah, but the probability that we’ll see him is like zero, so that’s not my concern.”

“You’d be concerned if he saw us, though?”, Seonghwa asks, loose-tongued, murmuring against your neck. He’s definitely fully gotten drunk, his body heavily weighing into yours, as he gets one arm up and around your head; his hand is tangled into your scalp without a caution of messing up your hairstyle. You finding out what the molly will do to him is only a matter of time.

“Are you asking if I’m committed to him?”

Seonghwa licks his lips, “accidentally” getting your skin with his tongue. It takes you aback a bit and you whine, your eyes dozing off for a short moment. You can still taste the remains of the shot at the back of your cheeks and it's the only thing you can sense correctly. Everything else is either fogged or slowly disappearing, or becoming even harsher like the red laser lights that you fear are going to pierce through you.

“No, I’m not asking whether you’re committed,” Seonghwa answers, leaning into your skin even more, “I know you guys aren’t in a relationship. Or, you know, at least he isn’t committed.”

“WANNA GET NASTY?”

It shouldn’t hurt, but it does. Even when you’re feeling very seduced because he is trying to get the same moaning reaction out of you by licking your sensitive spot and it’s working, you don’t want to be reminded that San doesn’t care for you as much as you do for him. Sure, that sounds harsh, but it’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re not the one living in the same space as San, Seonghwa is.

“Huh? Does he sleep with a lot of women?”, you ask him out of morbid curiosity, acting tough, as Seonghwa works deeper into your neck, getting the skin to soften for him.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Fuck you! Don’t protect me!”

“Ask him yourself,” he lisps, his sharp tongue grazing against your hickey, teasing your pettiness.

“I deserve to know.”

Seonghwa is the one rolling his eyes now, sighing, “You can be such an annoying brat, Y/N. How does San keep up with you?”

You try to yank your head back to show your discontent with his choice of words, but Seonghwa has you deep in his grip and puts you in place.

“You were the one who didn’t want to talk about San,” he lulls into your ear, stroking your hair to calm you down. Sure, that sounds reasonable, but still not an excuse to call you an “annoying brat”.

You take a wild guess about why Seonghwa isn’t just giving you the answer and argue, “I can still be curious, can’t I? San is not committed, you say? Why? Does he get more bitches than you?”

“He tried to get back with his ex.”

Bingo!

Wait, no. What the fuck?

“Huh, when?”, you ask, and irritatingly enough, Seonghwa has begun biting and licking into your neck at the one spot you can’t stop exhaling sweet noises for him. “Seonghwa, you better fuu-huucking answer.”

“Yesterday,” he murmurs against your skin and ding, ding, ding; things make a lot of sense now.

“No, you’re kidding,” you scoff, and push him away with all your strength. With a numbed mind, Seonghwa tumbles back and laughs, “Hey, it’s no big deal, he called you immediately after it didn’t work out.“

“Seonghwa, are you listening to yourself?”

“WANNA GET FUCKING CRAZY?”

“I’m saying it all like it happened, Y/N. San tried to win her back by inviting her to an expensive dinner, but then she flunked out right in the end, when he invited her back home. And, when he came home alone with a boner, San contacted you.”

“You're lying. Don't lie, Seonghwa, lying is a sin," your splur, but once his words have met your brain, it all just becomes chaos inside. It feels like marbles are rolling down inside your head and nothing is making sense, it’s all going nowhere and everywhere with this information. What are you supposed to feel like? Betrayed? There has never been a promise. Sad? You were going to fuck Seonghwa, you're not the most truthful, either.

“Come on, Y/N. You knew it the second San slammed you against that wall at 11 PM, didn’t you?” Seonghwa glides his thumb over your neck and grins, confirming the evidence of yesterday’s night. The roughful sucking of San could barely be covered up by concealer, and you probably sweated it away already.

“He— he said he was stressed.”

“Because of uni? Don’t lie to yourself, Y/N~”, the male purrs. Amidst of it all, Seonghwa is strangely still moving his body calculated to the beat, hitting each one of the drums with his shoulders, all while he hushes behind you to brainwash you with a whiskery voice. “It’s still San we’re talking about.”

You huff perplexedly and are too flabbergasted by his harsh words to not be affected by Seonghwa’s talking and let him hug you tightly again. He’s almost putting you into a headlock of consolation, or something that would have been great if it had been, indeed, consolation. (It is not. He’s almost choking you with his forearm and the way his hand is pushing into your scalp, nothing about this position is in any way soothing.)

“Tell me something, Seonghwa,” you gutter, since the thought has been recoiling rounds in your head forever and curiosity will always kill the cat. “… is she from his volleyball team?”

“No,” he answers and for some reason, this is a lot worse, “she isn’t, but— wait, how do you know about the girl from his volleyball team?”

You don’t answer. For the sake of your heart, you do not answer. You’re still moving, but you’re moving silently, staring into the humorously wild lasers that are teasing you just like he is.

Seonghwa gasps and cups your chin, his thumb meeting your lip, mushing the lower half of your face, trying to turn your face towards his direction, but you resist him. But who are you fooling. Seonghwa doesn't even need to see your expression to ask you, in an almost utterly disappointed whiny tone, "Nooo, Y/N, do you seriously check his phone?”

“I’m gonna punch you in your pretty fuck-face if you keep whining like that, Hwa.”

“Feisty and flattering, and a new nickname too! It must be my birthday,” Seonghwa chuckles and suddenly begins to nibble your earlobe, warm breath from his nose hitting the skin as he pants throughout his dancing. The alcohol is boiling inside you, being churned by the molly, and the crushing disillusionment is slowly into flaming, enraging, hateful desire. It has all gotta go somewhere, and for now, all you can do it talk with this scorching tone that is only going to turn into even more fuming, “How long has San been pining for his fucking ex?”

“For as long as I can remember," Seonghwa answers, seemingly not aware of the severity of this situation, "Middle of the second semester? Exam-season?”

“Nooo,” you scoff and can’t believe what you’re hearing. You don’t even need to calculate what time Seonghwa is talking about, it is engraved deeply into your memories. The same fucking exam season, when you were seeing San every afternoon and evening. You were right fucking there. He knew— you, on the other hand, not so much.

But you should have known.

“Well, yeah,” Seonghwa grins and is running his hands low to your stomach, almost touching your pelvis to get you worked up even more.

Should have known that you weren’t supposed to fall for San.

Angel faces hide the guts of devils’, and right now, your insides are over-cooking with the question "what the fuck were you thinking?" That he’d come around? Like no man in your life has ever come around? That San was the one? No, that San was going to believe that you were the one? 'Well, yeah', he should have, because you are the fucking one. You did so much for him, you could have done so much more for him, and it frustrates you.

“What are you grinning for, you motherfucker?”, you ask, as you peek over and see that Seonghwa has lowered his sunglasses and staring into your empty eyes, searching for a sign of life. You asked, but you don't really need the answer, the picture is drawn perfectly in front of you. Seonghwa is smirking for the same reasons he’s telling you all of this; it’s pretty clear.

“I like it when you’re bossy,” he chuckles, having become more than ‘a bit cocky’ with you, “unlike San. He hates that, right? He’s so weak-hearted, how can he—“

“You’re his friend, Seonghwa,” you insist and grit your teeth, pushing up his sunglasses again with your two fingers, poking into the middle of the lens to make it greasy.

“Friends can say things about each other!”, he giggles gullibly, and scrunches his face together.

All you can say is that Seonghwa sounds and looks moronic in those square sunglasses, senseless and boozed out of his mind, but in the short moment he licks his sharp canine teeth, you suppose that this is exactly how you need him to be.

“You listen to everything, don’t you?”, you ask him, giving into his touch, pushing your back profile so close to him, that there is no touchable space left between you two. Ass pressed against his pelvic area, you breathe heavily into his face that’s glued to your temple. “Every single night I come over to fuck your roommate?”

“Noise-cancelling can only do so much, and your sound is addicting,” Seonghwa pouts— babbling his truths like it’s water falling out of his mouth— and when you see his pink lip shine under the flashing lights, your mind disorients. He is still the pretty boy that says pretty words, even when he's probably faking all of it; he is getting your insides all fuzzy, and you are still being lured in by him, but not for the reasons Seonghwa would enjoy them to.

You’re chasing the feeling of his comfort and you know it. You’re chasing after the man that won’t leave you alone. Or no, you are alone— so fucking lonely because of him even— but you don’t want to be alone, you don’t want him to leave you alone.

San.

San.

Fuck. San.

The feeling of drowning in San’s praise, in his words, inside his bedroom, muffled by his sheets, it hunts you, it makes you feel watched, and it makes you feel like you’re hungry for something you can’t digest. Every word he has said to you is written in your memories in special font, and even though he is out of sight, San will always stay in your mind. Does he do it on purpose? Leave marks, with both words and his lips? To profit off of your yearning? To make himself feel better? To own something? To feel proud? Does he say it that loud on purpose, too? To make his roommate hear him? To make his roommate feel bad in order to feel good?

Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe San doesn't know Seonghwa is listening at all, maybe he doesn't care about any of it.

"Your pretty sounds," Seonghwa repeats himself, his face pressed against your cheek and you roll your eyes at his lips grazing your skin, his heavy breath from his nose warming it up.

These two men are woven by the same needle, knitted with the same material for they say surprisingly similar things and act surprisingly same, but for some reason, it does not feel the same. It is not the same. It should be the same. It should be the fucking same, fuck! You’re going to explode. The way that your head is spinning, your hips swinging, music ringing— people screeching, feet stomping— everything is happening around and inside you. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, livid. Brain, guts, uterus, livid. Let’s not talk about your heart or else we have to start over again. Just forget about your heart and think about the things that are of use tonight. What can you focus on? You can focus on your body glowing hot, but you could also focus on Seonghwa, whose baggy pants is rubbing against your thin minidress. It’s Seonghwa that you wanted, right? Or was it Seonghwa you were supposed to want, because he is the one that wants you back? — No, fuck, let's re-roll, quickly; Seonghwa is grinding against you right now, from behind, and that's exactly what you imagined, wasn't it? Under these lights, under this influence, this is what you wanted, wasn't it?

With the state of your mind, you can not agree with anything; your thoughts sound foreign and it's not your voice speaking, when you grind your ass back. It also doesn't feel like it's your eyes that you're seeing with; Seonghwa’s smile behind of you is becoming blurry and there’s just one more face that’s slowly appearing from the front-ends of your head. There’s a catch though; what you’re seeing is not the soft face you usually cup with your delicate hands and observe in awe when he sleeps, it’s not the face that lights up when he sees you enter through his front door, it's a face that's reading a text message from his fucking ex in the morning and immediately forgets that you're next to him, available as available can be.

It is actually going to make you puke, right here and there. All your emotions, all your ambitions, all of your fucking dreams. Who is San to you? What is he? You’ve known him for what, a year? — Okay fuck, that’s actually more than you thought, but still, it’s not like San and you have met up in any way that wasn’t purely sexual during all the time you knew him. Know him. You don’t know San. You don’t know shit about him. What are you— San and you? What are you going to be? Boyfriend, girlfriend? Has a nice ring to it, but fuck no, right? There are too many girls, right? Which is why you wanted to get yourself another man too, right?

“Come on, Y/N, forget him.”

While you have alcohol and molly inside you, singing two different songs of lust and desire, Seonghwa is moving his legs according to yours and pressing himself more against you. He’s one sadistic dipshit if Seonghwa thinks you could forget any of what you just went through just by moaning into your ear, but you're going with it.

You can't feel a lot right now, except that Seonghwa’s bulge perfectly fits in the space of your ass, rubbing up and down between the two circular shapes, getting himself more erected with every passing beat.

This whole situation is so fucked up and messy.

But, add one more: You are fucked up and messy. The music is building up loudly and people are shaking their bodies next to you, dancing in the high they've reached long time ago, eyes having lost any sign of concentration or sobriety, and you came here to contemplate whether you’re going to have a one-night-stand to prove a point, mixing drugs to get it on faster. You feel quicker, no, you are quick, rushing from one thought to another like you’re fleeing from your inner voices, both the devil and angel. They’re useless in this situation, they have too much reason.

And you don't need any reasons to think you're in the right to fuck him. Seonghwa’s hands are on your abdomen and gently massaging the skin, making you feel like he thinks you’re valuable, but you both know that this dance you’re holding right now barely cost you anything but 10 dollars in cash.

The red lasers haven’t stopped. They are pointing upwards or downwards for you, but you guess, from the way you’re watching Seonghwa’s lips right now, there’s only one way down. There has always been only one way down.

San chooses an ex over you? Then you’ll choose his dumb fucking roommate over him. Two can play this game, and even if he’s had the lead, you’re going to make your play. Is it going to hurt him? You don’t know. Maybe it won’t. But at least it will be over, right? At least this fucking thing will be over.

“Kiss me, Seonghwa.”

“You serious? I thought San was all up your mind right now.”

“Oh my fucking god, just do it before I take it back.”

“LET’S GET FUCKING INSANE”

Seonghwa doesn’t let you ask twice. While people all around you are turning up to the beat-drop, he pulls your chin up and clashes his lips against yours. His teeth clank against you lip and there's a short, piercing pain there, but Seonghwa's high chuckle blows it away. It’s a violent kiss, but mind-numbing enough so maybe you can forget why you decided to kiss him in the first place. While your lips are working against each other, his hand is sliding down to your groin and it's dangerously close to the seam of your tiny dress. One tug and your whole leg is revealed to the crowd, but you don't look down to see how naked Seonghwa is making you; all you see is yourself, in the reflection of his square sunglasses.

His tongue is electrifying, when it forces its entry into your mouth. It’s long and tastes deliciously foreign- a mixture of alcohol and tobacco, which you haven't experienced in pair since a long time. San, no, “he” (this is what you’ll call him now) doesn’t smoke, which at first, you considered as a big win, because you were passively inhaling all the smoke from your prior flings that you’d had the feeling your lungs were being polluted. Yet a year later, you’re clean— cleaner than never before, you should be able to breathe, you should be able to think clearly, but you can’t. Did you think he was pure? Was it that? That he was this untouched man? Maybe he was. Maybe he was, when he was still a nerd who had never heard a woman say the word “sex” in his— or had he? Fuck, had he? You don’t know, you couldn’t have known. ‘He’ was a façade, wasn’t it? He turned into another person immediately, didn’t he?

Let's get back on Seonghwa’s lips.

You're reminded of your lost freedom and as much it drives you insane, it's driving you into a state of pure, adventurous lust. The way Seonghwa works across your slick tongue is animalistic and wild, and you feel like you’re being pursued with no escape. To catch your breaths a little bit, Seonghwa lets go off your chin and thigh, turning you around so he can have better access to your mouth. Not letting the enlivening music go to waste, he presses his lips on yours the second you inhaled for the second time.

You slip your hands under his knitted top, running them up and down his breast, his abs and abdomen to feel his muscles and skin. It’s only a matter of time until he asks you to move off the dance floor, but your alcohol is bombarding you with sweet suggestions you can’t let pass without saying. His exposed skin feels cold under your fingers, but when you cup his hardened erection through the fabric with your hand and move it according to Seonghwa’s tongue slicking against yours, he radiates heat.

“Fuck,” Seonghwa pants into the kiss and you hum, continuing to tease him on this godless dance floor. Nobody has their senses right and is observing you two making out with dozy eyes, nobody cares about anything here. There’s only right now, the song the DJ is playing for the mindless crowd of drugged, intoxicated people. Let’s get insane.

You try to get a good feel of Seonghwa’s cock and its girth with your hand. “You’re big,” you murmur, catching air again, “smaller than San though.”

And there you have it, men are so easy to galvanize.

“Say that again, you fucking cunt,” Seonghwa growls and digs his fingers into your ass, eyebrows pulled down so hard that his forehead could explode.

“Why? ‘Cause you’re better than him?”, you taunt him and click with your tongue, catching a breath. “You’re no better than Sannie,” you sneer, pointing at your hickey with your finger to remind him (but mostly yourself), “don’t think you could be.”

Seonghwa goes fucking angry. Apparently he thinks he’s done so much for you, has been so nice to you, has helped you, whatever, and this is how you show him your thanks. Grabbing your hair, he pushes his forehead against yours and you catch a glimpse of his darkened eyes, feeling the stinging pain from the impact linger, while he talks. His breath is scarce from having kissed you, so he’s trying his best to use his voice to taunt you.

"San is probably fucking his fucking ex-girlfriend right now, do you think you're any better than him, huh, slut? You are the one who's so fucking desperate to get him to love you, and you're still here with me, and you're kissing me, so we're both in the wrong, you fucking whore."

His words don’t mean anything to you, visiting the synapses of your brain, but leaving right after. You just grin with your eyelids covering half of your eye and Seonghwa realizes nothing is arriving inside your sweet, broken mind. Your cheeks are red from the lack of oxygen, drugs and you’re flushed at the cause of his libidinous touch, and Seonghwa sees he's been working around your hair a little bit too much, having ruffled it up to the point that a comb-through will not amount to a lot. You look like a crazy person to him, but nothing attracts a joke more than a hard-hitting punchline.

“We're both single,” is what you lull to correct him, licking over your lips that you can't feel anymore since Seonghwa has kissed them numb. "And I think that's all that matters."

You both hear the music come to an exhilarating high and slowly reach your evaporating point.

“You sound like San,” Seonghwa giggles and he probably thinks it's going to push you over, but it doesn't. He’s still staring into you like he’s searching for a weak spot, but you’re persistent, you’re needy, and while you are weak, you are unforgivably yourself, Y/N.

You smash both your hands on each of his cheeks and you look at yourself through the sunglasses, sneering, "Good. San is a better name to moan."

He scoffs and smiles so condescendingly sweet again, but out of his mouth comes nothing worthwhile. "I'm going to fuck your voice out of your fucking throat, you're never going to moan ‘San’ ever fucking again," he growls and you drench yourself in his vulgarity, kissing him repeatedly.

"Never again," Seonghwa repeats himself, digging his thumbs into your ribs, but his tone isn't as forcing as it is... begging. Asking—demanding you to put all your attention on him, like he knows your heart isn't his and he desperately wants to possess yours. Oh, he definitely knows. You're not fooling anybody, at least didn't try to, but Seonghwa is gullible enough to fall for your tricks, how it seems like. San is painted on your body all the while your dance partner is speaking through his heavy breathing; painted on your neck, in your eyes, it’s annoying Seonghwa, it distracts him, it makes him see red, and not the colour on your skin.

"Awww, do you want me to only moan your name tonight?", you baby Seonghwa, mocking that he's finally revealed his motivations behind all of this. At least you think you've hit the nail in the coffin, when you pout to mirror Seonghwa’s expression.

Seonghwa's greatest sin isn't lust, it's envy. It could be any girl coming and leaving their dorm, moaning San’s name through the thin walls, never to be seen again and he wouldn't bat a second eye, but you— Y/N? San letting a woman like you go without further notice sickens him, like a crime, like a mistake. To hear your voice be pleasured by San at night, and then hear you sing good-bye to the man who does not care as much as he does in the morning, that has sent Seonghwa into a spiral of jealousy, but you’re not sure why. Some fucked-up reason probably, though it doesn’t seem like an ex is the cause this time. Maybe it’s really just because of you.

Sorry to say that you don’t care about that though. Not one single fucking bit. You don't want any of that complex trauma-talk tonight. You want to have sex and forget the sex right after.

"Be mine tonight, Y/N," Seonghwa answers and his eyebrows are pushed in to his forehead. He looks sultry, at least the parts you can see. Sultry, passionate, ready to fuck you, no, desperate to fuck you, in fact, you can feel the pre-cum soak his pants, when you cup his girth.

“You’re so pathetic,” you smirk, “it might actually be worth a try.” Seonghwa lets out a breathy exhale, finally breaking. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the molly, or his issues that suddenly took over his conscience, but he doesn’t have any of that left. He grabs you by your wrist with a grip that leaves a white mark, and without forewarning, Seonghwa yanks you through the people.

You hit each and every one of the strangers on your way to wherever. Shoulder hitting against shoulder, breast against breast, it better not leave any more bruising that you already have on your neck. “Seong- wha!”, you wheeze, tumbling at his force, tripping over your own feet over and over. The hall is huge, and he’s seemingly seeking to get to the very end of it.

“Seonghwa!”, you repeat yourself, but he won't listen to you. You're being pulled into a rollercoaster of anything but emotions (at least for you) and you can hear laughter leave your mouth without reason as you pass by irritated people who find it impolite to be barging into the big crowd like this. This dude's crazy, they scorn, but they don't really look that lucid as well, you find, with the last bits of thinking you can do.

"Where are we going?", you ask, but mostly to reassure that you still have a sense for geographical knowledge. You can see the bar again, mobs of people dancing on the stairs so that it's shaking even more compared to how you two had left it, but most importantly, you see that this is a space that's occupied by your kind. So much skin. So many slutty outfits. Outfits? Lingerie. This side looks like a fucking strip-club. Are you at a strip-club? What the fuck is this place? No, seriously, what the fuck is this place?

Seonghwa is finally stopping and you catch a breath from the running. With him doing his weird hand-signs again, you recognize the security guard from the beginning, smiling under his sunglasses, showing an "OK"-sign and pointing to the back of the stairs. You could swear he winked at you.

"What the fuck?", you ask, but Seonghwa only shrugs, making you follow his backwards steps under the stairs, where in black graffiti 'MY PEOPLE DONT BELIEVE IN LOVE' is smeared all over the wall. The same walls are occupied by couples or at least people making out wildly with their eyeliners smeared beyond repair. Is this some sex-area? (No idea) Is this legal? (100% no) Does Seonghwa look so fucking hot without his top on? (Fuck) He does.

Your eyes go cross-eyed, when Seonghwa enters the most mirrored bathroom you've ever seen in a warehouse, but before you can question the fact why people invest in decorating a fucking porta-potty, the male is pulling off his knitted top with one smooth pull, barely waiting a second for you to close the door behind you. The vibrations of the music ring on the metal stairs over you, and you feel like the beat is mushing your brain one size smaller, when you're met by Seonghwa barging at your body.

Pushing you against the plastic door, you feel all of Seonghwa's naked torso with your hands stroking roughly over his skin, and you admire his jewellery sitting on his collarbones, getting your fingers at it around his neck to pull him closer. "You like my necklace?", Seonghwa murmurs, as he pushes his lips into the crook of your neck.

"Choke on it," you gutter and yank him upwards, kissing him. While you do so and Seonghwa begins to unclothe you by getting your arms up, you catch a glimpse of yourself through the mirror. Your hair isn't looking as silky as it did when you left your home, there's mascara smudged around your eye already, but if you're not mistaken, and you can see it by how Seonghwa is sucking your nipples the second your bra falls to the floor, you will look worse in no time.

But that's not to say that you aren't still looking gorgeous. You look bewitchingly sexy, eyelids fluttering with each of Seonghwa's eager touches that are tracing down your body. "Fuck, you look so good," he murmurs and he's trying to keep his eyes open in order to see you. He's gotten you naked pretty quick considering the circumstance, you would've wished for a bit more foreplay here, but maybe it's a reoccuring theme to be impatient.

"You are such a fucking gorgeous girl, San doesn't know what he's missing right now," Seonghwa wheezes and goes through his hair, once he has your dress dropping on the dirty floor, revealing your joke of underwear. If he had kept your bra, he would have seen that you've worn a matching set of burgundy lingerie, but Seonghwa's mouth is still drooling at your pair of perfect thighs, his hand stroking over his lips. You roll your eyes at him and lean your head against the plastic door. You've done such a good job forgetting his name, and here's this dumbass mentioning him again. "You bet your ass he's missing this, huh?", you snarl and play with your own breast with one hand, while the other is cupping Seonghwa's rib, gliding down to his v-line, where his throbbing cock is awaiting you.

"He doesn't deserve you, Y/N."

He wheezes again. It seems like Seonghwa is taking his last breaths, unable to form words since your fingers are exploring how quick they can get to his erection.

"And you do?", you snap back and scoff. He pushes his glasses up to his forehead and for the first time since a long time, you can see Seonghwa's eyes shimmer. Oh fuck, you think, and it's difficult to not kiss him again. You're a bitch. You know you're a bitch for not caring about his feelings, and you know you will indeed not be better than San if you ghost this man right after this evening, but it must be done. For your sake, at least.

"I do," Seonghwa answers, though a lot weaker and less confident than he used to be before. You sigh. He may think he deserves you, but you don't deserve him. His gaze is too sweet, you've got to put those sunglasses back on, if you don't want to develop something. The only thing you can look at to get your mind elsewhere is yourself, in the mirror.

"Don't try to prove yourself," you murmur and Seonghwa wraps his arms around your back and props you by your thigh to lift you up. You can see his back muscle tense up, as he has you steadily in his grip. "I'm not," he answers and there's something that's fluttering inside your breast, when Seonghwa licks up your jawline, because you feel everything; From how wet his tongue is, how warm his saliva sits on your skin to the way what an adoring look Seonghwa is wearing on his face, as he kisses you. "I got nothing to prove to you."

You smirk and see yourself looking very dozy, drunken on alcohol, drugged by MDMA, ducked by Seonghwa's hand between your legs. It's pushing between your folds and with your last bit of control you have over your body, you spread your legs for him, inviting him to get his fingers inside your panties, and of course he does.

With a grin, Seonghwa devotes his tongue to your jaw again and works it into your skin with circular motion. "So fucking wet, and I thought you didn't want to fuck me."

"Who said I wasn't going to fuck you?"

Seonghwa is too busy sucking on the other side of your neck (other side meaning the side that is still unhickey-ed) to answer, but you're persistent. You came to this place to fuck him, and you're pretty sure that nothing from what you told him tonight alluded to something else. And also, even when you're fucked out of your mind, you still have a sense for people who keep secrets. So while Seonghwa is sucking small patches of skin on your neck and you see yourself with an opened mouth with sighs leaving it that you can't hear with your own ears.

"San says things sometimes," Seonghwa murmurs and continues to plant roses on your neck that you can see appear on your skin, "but that's irrelevant now."

"What does he say?", you insist, but the charcoal-haired man puts on his sunglasses again and shakes his head. Switch. As if you hadn't had enough from men who were two-faced, Seonghwa hides his eyes, turning into an inscrutable being again. A stranger. A stranger who's groping your cunt from the front, making your groin tense up and push him closer from the back. You're wrapping him with your legs and holding onto him tightly, when he catches a breath.

"Meaningless things,” he pants and throws you over the door, your arms landing on the frail sink in front of you. The mirror expands and all of the sudden you see yourself in full quality, in all your glory and Seonghwa is only supporting you from the back. His hand is grabbing your chin and pushing it up to the mirror, his pointing finger smudging your lip. With your lips slightly opened, it just makes sense to you to lick around his finger and look at him with a demanding look, eyebrows sultrily pushed together.

"Fuck, Y/N," Seonghwa gulps and cups your breast from behind, massaging it, while he presses his hot lips on your back. "Can I eat you out? Please,” he sighs and you take his finger in, lubing it up with your saliva.

"Do whatever you fucking want," you sneer and balance yourself with two hands on the sink, as Seonghwa raises a leg and throws it over his shoulder, his pretty face planted into your pussy the second you've given him permission to. You spasm to the front, Seonghwa's hair tickling your lower abdomen, as he works his tongue over your slick folds. If his tongue was great for kissing, it's certainly great for cunnilingus too, no, maybe even better suited for it. He's reaching spots that haven't been reached by a tongue in a long time and with the wet muscle working in and out inside you, you're becoming a moaning mess with fluttering eyelids in no time.

"Fuuuck", you gasp, when Seonghwa kneads your ass that's extended out in the air. The sound of his slurping and the music outside assimilate and mix up, and if it wasn't for the hightened senses you got from your molly-influence, it feels like everything is hammering you down from the outside. You can feel each twitch of Seonghwa's mouth, how he smiles, how he's yelping for air, how he's licking over his lips — you're going to fall somewhere, and if it's not into the cheap sink and the mirror that's taunting you, it's in love with his tongue that’s going to make you cum.

"So soon?", Seonghwa murmurs, and two fingers begin to penetrate your gaping hole, as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive clit.

"Fuck, fuck!", you whine and Seonghwa takes note of how your entrance is tightening around him, angling his fingers towards your g-spot. "So fucking good!", you breathe and you're trying to get a glimpse of your mirrored image in front of you, but your eyes are rolling to the back of your head too much.

"Mhm~", Seonghwa hums with an amused tone, repeating a cycle of sucking and licking, pumping against your g-spot. You're flying, the loud tunes bombarding the walls of the porta-potty are slowly getting to your head and intrusing what's left of your conscious mind, only feeling the tickling sensation that is being eaten out by none other than Park Seonghwa.

Until it stops.

You were whining, announcing your impending orgasm, but he apparently had other ideas, pulling out his fingers and removing his lips from you the second you were drawing together your body, preparing for sweet release. "Don't fucking stop!", you yell and grab Seonghwa by his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt by force. "Seonghwa!"

Seonghwa, who you don't know if he seriously just wanted to be called by his name in this situation, chuckles in witticism and wraps his arm around your thigh, getting the other leg over his shoulder too. You're sitting up front now, and there is no space for him to get his finger anywhere near your cunt, but his tongue is more than enough.

"Make me cum or I'm gonna fucking leave, you fucking asshole," you growl and grip a big chunk of his hair to get your message across. The man below you moans and resumes his job, clearly attracted by your lust-driven dominance. 'I like it when you're bossy', you re-call, and before you can finish the quote in your head, Seonghwa has plunged his tongue into your cunt.

"Ungh, fuck!", you moan, a bit more sensitive and distorted this time. Trying to hold your heavy upper body straight, Seonghwa is laving at your cunt, driving you crazy with the speed of his tongue maneuvering inside you. Maybe it was better that Seonghwa edged you, because now every flick is shooting you further into the abyss of pleasantry. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you stutter, the second wave of the overwhelming euphoria gathering itself like a tsunami.

Seonghwa is more relaxed than you are, though his whole face is busy being used to pleasure you. His nose is dug into your clit and he's shaking his head around to be able to tickle it all during the while he's cutting away his breath to pant into your heat and spreading your slick on his tastebuds.

"Make me cum," you whine, "make me cum with your tongue!"

"Say 'please Seonghwa'," Seonghwa smirks and has the tip of his tongue placed on your clitoris just enough for your orgasm to not be washed away, but definitely not coming, while you grip more of his hair.

"You fucking bitch, I'll never fucking—", you pant, but there's no other way around it. You need this orgasm. "You—"

Seonghwa looks up to you and you can see him waiting. Pushing your thighs together because he annoys you so much, you yank his head closer to your cunt and scream, "okay, fuck, make me fucking cum, Seonghwa, please!"

The man between your thighs chuckles through his nose and once you said the magic-words, he opens his mouth back open to lap around your clit and cunt like a mad dog. Having been denied your orgasm for the second time, the third attempt to chase it down hits you even more, making you breathe heavily and loudly, and this time, the strings are pulling you to total stupification.

"Please, please, please, Seonghwa, please—"

Repeating the words Seonghwa wants to hear so bad again and again, you're fuelling his decision to finally allow you to come. His tongue circles around your clit as if he was racing with the music and your face is parallel to the floor, when your body goes lax and the strands of Seonghwa's hair are the only thing keeping you up.

"Seonghwa, please," you whisper again, weak, and almost sent over the top, while Seonghwa growls under you, his tongue stroking over your sensitive bud until you're shaking and pressing your legs together. "Fuck!", you scream out and Seonghwa throws one leg away from his shoulder, your wobbly foot landing on the floor, when the male stands up and gets to fingers into your cunt.

"Seonghwa, please—", you gasp, when he rams them into your throbbing arousal that barely reached its high and you have to get your arms around his neck if your knees are still worth something to you. "Oh my fucking god," and other moans come spurred out of you and Seonghwa bites into your shoulder to add another stimulative pain to all the sensations you're feeling.

His fingers are long and slender and for all you can grasp, they know what they're doing, when they're driving in and out with no mercy. That this is Seonghwa, you don't really care, that this isn't San, you do just a little bit, but "caring" takes a bit too long in the brain anyway. If your first orgasm from his tongue made your head fly, the second one is evaporating it. Your head feels light and corrupted by the DJ screaming inaudible things into his set, an artificially deepened laughing-track following his ad-lib and your lower body is trembling like a new-born deer, when Seonghwa keeps pushing against your soft patch inside. “Stop— stop, Seonghwa—“, you pant and your legs hold Seonghwa's wrist until he wiggles it out.

"You good?", Seonghwa laughs. He walks behind you and raises your face by your chin, pressing his own cheek next to yours, so both of your faces are seen in the mirror, his pelvis pushed against your ass again.

"Uh-huh," you shudder, your runny mascara making your eyes sticky, "very good."

He smiles, though it's definitely not a friendly smile. This isn't what friends do. It never will be something that friends do and you try to find some type of sanity behind your sunken irises, but there's nothing there. There is someone knocking on the door, Seonghwa's phone is vibrating in his pants, and like the bad person you are, you can't stop to wish that behind at least one of these interruptions is a certain someone is waiting for you, asking for you or anything— fuck. It's worse Seonghwa somehow knows what you're thinking, taking out his phone with his free hand, your face still being cupped by the other.

"You think this is him, don't you?", he asks and lets his temple drop against the top of your head, "Let's bet."

"If you think I'm gonna bet on something like that," you hiss and grind your bare ass against his clothed cock to distract him from the fact he's correct, “you’re a fucker.”

"I'm gonna fuck you, so I don't know where you're coming from here."

You scoff and throw his phone into the sink, when Seonghwa seemingly opens the message and starts to grin.

"Seonghwa," and you know you're lying through your teeth here with the full awareness that Seonghwa probably knows that you’re lying as well, "I want you," and yet you have the very secure feeling that you got into his head.

"Hm, what?", he asks and looks confused, unable to be angry that you snatched his phone out of his hand. You smirk for a short time and lean into his hand that's stroking your cheek. "I want you, Seonghwa," you sigh and pout. If you can't commit, you might as well commit to the lie, right? Be a little opportunistic.

"I don't care about San," you whisper and Seonghwa pulls down his glasses, making him human again.

"Really now…”

Choi San: the connection is so bad Choi San: where are you right now?

You nod and there’s a black-tinted tear rolling down your cheek, warm and melting on your skin. Seonghwa takes his thumb and glides it over the flow and holds his hand at your cheek again.

Choi San: i saw her Choi San: wtf she looked so different

You both saw the message and you both decided to ignore it. It doesn't matter anymore, his hand was already between your legs, your arousal has already coated his fingers.

That's how this works.

His touch, caressing your woeful face, his eyes pitying your pain. He's still erected, definitely impatient, but Seonghwa has something that you haven't experienced for a long time. You don't want to think of it, you can't think of it, because it might just be an illusion, but when Seonghwa slides his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, you have to suppress the suffocating feeling that you must never see this man ever again, if you don't want to carry this burden with you. You can't tell yourself enough, you do not want Seonghwa.

But it's nice.

"Look at yourself, Y/N. Look how pretty you are."

It's nice to know that someone wants you. That someone cares to wipe away the tears from your eyes, though they're not tears formed by a sadness you’d be able to express, a sadness that encourages you to hold eye contact with yourself, as Seonghwa whispers words of comfort into your ear. "Don't cry, pretty girl," he murmurs, and it feels like the music is being subdued around you. You've fallen from grace. “You could have anything in the world..”

How nice would it be, if he was right? You’re not sad, you have everything you could, don’t you? It could be this is just another lie you're going to commit to to protect yourself, but Seonghwa is holding you by your throat, cutting your airflow. The blood curdles in your head and while the male behind you is opening up his pants, the phone blinks.

Seonghwa and you both look down. Incoming call: Choi San.

"Oh," Seonghwa exhales and immediately checks for your reaction in the mirror, but your expression is empty. The drugs are fogging your mind and there is no ounce of vitality behind your eyes.

Seonghwa turns the phone around. "Fuck me first, Seonghwa," you tell him, your voice wispy, barely understandable, he probably had to lip-read in order to understand what you were saying, "let's get it over with."

He doesn't appreciate your dismissive tone, but Seonghwa is too horny to say anything against it, pushing you over the sink, grabbing his cock and placing it near your cunt. While your abdomen is pressed against the dirty, cold surface, Seonghwa is murmuring something under his breath and gliding his hot, throbbing erection across your pulsating folds. "I don't care at all," you whine, trying to convince yourself and ignore the continuous buzzing from his phone, but also make him hurry up. There's an end-goal you're chasing here.

"Kiss me," you order the male behind you, and as he finally positions his tip at your entrance, Seonghwa tilts your head to the side, ripping your gaze away from his mobile. "You really like kissing, don't you?", he huffs and smirks, pushing himself into you in one slow thrust. "Fuuuck," you breathe, feeling your walls expand for his length, "what about it?"

"I just think it's sweet. It makes it more personal, doesn't it?"

"Come on, Hwa, are you trying to make me angry again? I'm getting tired here," you purl and visibly roll your eyes at him, your eyelids getting heavier with each word that's spoken out loud. Your body weighs into Seonghwa's arms and if he doesn't hurry up, you'll fall asleep, your pulsating cunt tightening around his girth.

"Sweetheart, let me talk," he says, in a soft voice that makes your heart drop. You don't want him, you don't want his sweetness, fuck, you only wanted Seonghwa for this one night, for his dick and dick only, why is he trying to get inside your head? Don't do it, you try to mouth to him. You don't know him, he doesn't know you, his cock is inside your cunt, this is the worst timing to—

"You're something else."

"Seonghwa, stop, before you say anything too nice. Just close your mouth, this isn't good for both of us, you already said we're bad people. You know we don't want this," you mutter and start moving your ass to somehow get his mind elsewhere, but through his whimpers and low moans, Seonghwa won't stop grunting under the influence.

"No, speak for god-damn yourself, because, shit, Y/N, I can't watch it anymore, okay? Every day and night— You come over and let yourself be played by San, that fucking asshole, and I just think—"

"Seonghwa, shut the fuck up!", you scream and you're a breath away from pulling his cock out your cunt and leave this place naked, but just when you thought you can't do it anymore, Seonghwa has gotten his hands on your hips, digging his fingernails into your skin as if he's trying to hopelessly keep you close, his pelvis clapping against your ass, as he strikes into you.

Surprised, you moan and your fingers slip against the edge of the sink, strands of your hair falling in front of your face. You weren't prepared for that kind of vigor.

"Don't you dare think I'm that pathetic," he growls and thrusts into you with force in a rhythm that is terrifyingly close to the music outside, his cock slamming against your inner wall, making your legs close up by themselves.

"I'm not thinking I could treat you better," Seonghwa huffs and gets the hair away from your face, grabbing your hair to clear up your view, "I'm thinking what a fucking cockslut you are, Y/N."

Drugs never make sad people happier. Never make broken people whole.

So even when Seonghwa makes you realize that none of the men in your life have ever taken you serious, a hoarse laugh leaves your mouth, and you tilt your head to the back to examine the traces of them on your neck. Your eyes glisten with the way you're being fucked from behind and your mouth is not closing, you've lost control over yourself a long time ago, and it's not when this long day started with you in San's bed, it's when he took off your shirt on that random night during exam season.

"You're lucky you're pretty," he grunts and you chuckle, smiling absent-minded, upper body see-sawing with Seonghwa's pelvis-movement. Your ass is slowly hurting from how hard he is driving himself in, but you're too busy looking at your neck.

Red, red, red. A little bit of purple. A big patch here, small spots over there; anyone could look at you and would know that you've been claimed by someone. Maybe even think that you're, gasp, in a relationship! They wouldn't guess it was two people to leave these hickeys, and frankly, they would be right to think you're claimed by one person only.

"San said he'd fuck me stupid," you giggle— you're fetching old memories from your mind, re-painting the colors, completing the gaps like a mandala; the same memories from the older days which you wouldn't call better, but certainly easier; from days where you didn't have to worry about a man breaking your heart.

Seonghwa scoffs and grabs you by your tit, pulling your nipple with harsh tugs, the sensitive, delicate nub being wounded by his aggressiveness. He's stopped being gentle a long time ago, leaving a big star-shaped mark on your ass by clapping the surface of his hand.

"San said I'm his whore," you reminisce, biting your teeth through the pain, and Seonghwa is speeding up his thrusting, his cock angled inside you to entirely fill out your tight space.

"San said—"

Seonghwa has had enough. He's pressing the surface of his hand onto your mouth and nose, silencing you, cutting you short of your air, your eyes rolling back, but it doesn't prevent your thoughts to continue tumbling down. Seonghwa may be jolting his hips into you like his life depends on it, and in a way, that may be true, but he'll never pleasure you like San could.

People-pleaser. San said he was a people-pleaser.

You don't remember the orgasm, you don't remember Seonghwa's loud grunt into your ear, you don't remember how much hot cum he ejaculated into you, how panicked the black-haired was, when he asked you whether you took the pill, how quickly he became sober and put his clothes back on, the speed of time seemingly passing like a rocket-ship, the music never stopping to blitz into your brain, how the porta-potty became really fucking empty, once Seonghwa left it, but what you do remember is how you took his phone that he forgot like the dumb-ass he was, and how weak your voice sounded, when you answered San's call that by some magical way, kept ringing in.

"Can you come fetch me?"

"Who is this?"

"Come fetch me, please."

"Y/N?"

And people-pleasers should do anything to keep their people happy.

Especially if they're Choi San and avoidant of conflict.

part 4: coming soon!

[strangerthedevil]

i fucking hate you - e.m

part 2 part 3

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie fuck your anger out on eachother

warnings:enemies to fucking, hate sex, lots of degrading uses, of “bitch, whore, slut, fuck toy” lots of i fucking hate you’s, blow job, oral sex fem recieving, unprotected p in v, (irl wrap it :/), lots of dirty talk, ANGSTTTTTT, jealous eddie, angry eddie, eddie being an asshole at the end. i think thats it. (please do not read if any of this would offend you, it’s the last thing i want to do.)

4.3k words of filth. 

authors note: reblogging and feedback is appreciated, please don’t just like :/ i am planning on making this a series if this one does good ;) so please leave some feedbackkkk okay bye ily hope u enjoy. 

everyone in hawkins high knew you and eddie hated eachother, ever since freshman year you were the new kid and became popular very quickly, you were the exact same as eddie, same clothing, same hair, same interests and yet he was the freak and you were the queen of hawkins high, and he hated you for that, and you hated him because he made your life a living hell.

he would try and make your life as miserable as possible, telling you that an assignment was due one week from now but actually it was due last night, mispronounce your name, and embarrassing you in front of all your friends, embarrassing you in front of your family, just basically making a fool out of you 24/7.

he was the worst possible human in the world and you could not stand him. everytime you saw him you would roll your eyes and he would flip you off, it’s just that, you hated him, and he hated you, and everyone knew that, so when your teacher paired you up for an upcoming project together everyone gasped and awaited both of your reactions to this new information.

“you cannot be serious.” you gape at your teacher and turn around to see eddie just playing with his pencil not a care in the world. rolling your eyes at his calm reaction, you turn back to your teacher “i’m afraid i am miss ‘i cant stand eddie’” she puts her hands up in quotation marks and gives us both a serious look. “i am exhausted of your bickering in my class, so i thought the best way for you to stop your childishness is to be at forced proximity-“

“but-“ you try to argue, “but nothing. you will both work on this project and you will give me an A+ worthy project and if you fail to settle your differences, you both will fail. try to work together and make the best out of this!” she smiled widely at us both and claps her hands together before returning to her desk to continue calling out partners.

you sigh and cover your face in your hands, fuck how are you going to do this…

-

the bell rings and you find eddie outside of his locker talking to gareth and jeff, you sigh knowing you have to walk up to him at some point, you’re not failing this project.

you slowly walk up to eddie and tighten your grip on your text books, you felt nervous being so close to him, the closest you’ve ever gotten to him is when you flip him off, and shove your finger in front of his face.

you were standing directly in front of all 3 of them and not one even noticed your presence, they just continued to talk about their d&d campaign they have tomorrow night. you sigh in impatience and snap your fingers in front eddie’s face “helloooo??? earth to moron? we need to talk about the project.” eddie blinks slowly and turns his head to look at you, he looks you up and down slowly, sighing, “what do you want,”

“i-“

“and make it quick sweetheart i really don’t have all day.”

you try to hold your composure and not smack the shit out of him at his arrogance, and his disrespectful attitude how dare he-

you break out of your internal rant when you see eddie start to walk away since you were taking so long to talk.

“shit- wait!” you run after him grabbing his arm and he immediately pulls his hand back like you burned him.

“fuck okay, first of all don’t call me sweetheart you pretentious asshole, second of all, can you please just listen to what i have to say because honestly i don’t want to be around you right now either, and frankly knowing you i’ll probably be doing this project by myself anyway, so just pretend that you’re doing somewhat something in this stupid fucking project so we can both get A+’s and move on with our lives and go back to continuing to hate eachother but right now we need to be normal because I can’t fail this project and I know you can’t too unless you want to get held back again. so if you don’t mind, can you come over to my house after school so we can just get this over with, okay?” you finish off your rant and catch your breath because you were talking pretty fast to keep his attention, it’s pretty clear he doesn’t have a long one. you give him a piece of paper with your address written on it.

“if you wanted to get me in your bedroom you could’ve just asked sweetheart.” he smirks and takes the piece of paper, “you know that’s not what i want-“ he cuts you off “yeah, yeah, i’ll see you later shit bird” he begins to walk away and you stand there dumbfounded.

“you’re a dick!” you sigh smiling, you cross your arms and he flips you off without looking back.

-

it was currently 7 pm and school ended 4 hours ago, jesus where could he be? he said he was coming so that means he’s coming right? i really hope so, your parents aren’t home, they’re at a business party, won’t be home till late, so it’s the perfect time for him to come, and yet he isn’t here.

you’ve been nervous all day, you’ve never hung out with eddie before, and you were pleasantly intimidated by him sometimes even though you hated him. you had all the things from the project ready and just needed to start at this point, so you did, fuck him, you could do this project without him

-

no you cant. fuck this shit was hard, luckily a sound of a knock on your door was heard and you ran downstairs to open it, you found eddie in his hellfire shirt and leather jacket, skinny jeans with rips at the knees and his curly hair atop his head. he honestly looked tired? bags under his eyes and he walked past you, a little slump in his step. you turned around to face him and crossed your arms and stared him down. “you’re late and you look like shit.”

“you don’t look too bad yourself there too shit bird” he takes out a blunt from his jacket pocket and tries to light it before you grab the drug and throw it on the floor. “absolutely not, you know my parents will know the smell of weed anywhere.”

eddie rolls his eyes “oh are you scared your perfect fucking parents are gonna find out your hanging out with the freak of hawkins.”

“yes, yes i am actually. you’re here because you have to be not because i want you to be now let’s start this project and get it over with,” you begin to walk away but eddie grabs your arm and pulls you back to him spinning you so your basically wrapped around him, your noses less than an inch apart. you’re both breathing heavily, neither of you pulling away, waiting for the other to do it first because the feeling of being this close to him didn’t feel all bad.

“you know what i think?” eddie whispers, and you nod your head encouraging him to continue. “i think you’re happy you got paired with me, i think you’re happy that this is finally the moment you get to spend time with me, you can be around me, joke with me, kiss me.. maybe even fuck me, because truly, honestly, if you really hated me like you say you do sweetheart, you would’ve done this project all on your own and didn’t even bother to reach out to me for help, but what did you do? ask me for help. you don’t hate me baby, you never did.”

you push him off if you and groan in disgust “that is so not true! why do you think every girl or boy who looks at you automatically wants to fuck you? you’re such a self centered douche bag!” you begin to storm off and don’t bother to see if he follows.

eddie sighs in anger before following you “don’t fucking walk away from me,” eddie grabs your hand and you pull back as if he stinged you like he did earlier,

“and don’t fucking tell me what to do! god you really piss me off you know? no one in my 18 years of life has ever made me as infuriated as you have” you huff and point at his chest pushing him back slightly,

“and nobody in my 20 years of life has ever made me want to yell at a person so much, you make me want to scream! your whole life has been given to you on a silver fucking platter, you’ve always gotten everything you’ve ever wanted and i am stuck in the low class and labeled as the freak, yet you are little miss fucking perfect!” eddie ends his rant with heavy breathing as he is out of breath,

you look at him with your eyes widened and you sigh not knowing what to say to that. you felt so bad, but it’s not like you could say anything to make it better, you didn’t know what else to say so.. “can we just… work on the project, please.” you sigh out.

eddie shakes his head in disbelief and his jaw clenches. “fuck you, and your project.” he storms out of your house slamming the door behind him. you wait for him to come back and keep talking with you but he doesn’t, he leaves you there in your empty house, alone.

-

you walk cautiously inside the only class you have with eddie, searching for him, you were planning on apologizing but he’s no where to be found today, usually you see him in the morning before class but he wasn’t there, so you were sure you would see him in third period but nope, maybe he just skipped today. did your words really affect him that bad?

you thought maybe you would find him at lunch but nope, it was just his usual table sitting there but eddie was no where to found, you risk your life and head over to that table to ask dustin and mike where he could be and they both gape at you the most popular girl in school wants to talk to them? you ask them where eddie is and they both shrug saying he’s not here today and you sigh giving up, you head back to your table.

chrissy gives you a weirded out look at the fact you went over to the freaks table and but she smiles at you and takes your hand. “ahhh you would not believe who wants to ask you out to prom!! eek!” she exclaims.

you sigh not really interested in anyone at the moment, “oh yeah? who?” she smiles widely and says “billy hargrove! he’s coming over here right now pretend i didn’t say anything” she squeals and claps her hands.

you sigh and turn around to find him right next to you, “hey gorgeous” you’re surprised at his sudden appearance and giggle nervously.

“umm hi?”

“you’re a shy one aren’t you?” he smirks and grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger grabbing your cheek rubbing it back and forth.

“i guess you could say that.” you hum.

“yeah well maybe i can get you outta your shell? maybe at prom?” he takes your hand and kisses it waiting for your answer.

“i-i don’t know-“ you think quickly, you didn’t want to go with him.

“she’ll go! she’s so excited!” chrissy cuts you off and answers for you. you snap your head towards her and back to billy who smiles and claps his hands together “great.. date tomorrow at 7?”

you’re dumbfounded at the situation and chrissy answers for you again “she’ll be there!” chrissy pats your back harshly.

billy gives a cheeky smile and kisses your cheek before walking away as the bell rings and lunch is over.

you’re confused and star struck at what just happened and you go to yell at chrissy but she’s already gone. you look around looking for billy to tell him it’s just a misunderstanding but instead you find yourself holding eye contact with eddie. he looked angry? upset? he looked like he was about to kill someone.

eddie walks away the second you look at him and walks quickly down the hallway, you follow him and see he walks inside an empty classroom, you open the door to the classroom looking around before walking in hoping nobody sees you both going inside, luckily it’s passing period so nobodies paying attention.

you walk inside slowly and find eddie with his hands on a desk leaning forward, his eyes closed as he looks as if he’s trying to keep his composure and stay calm.

“are you okay?” you inch forward to him and put your hand on his shoulder.

eddie flinches and takes your hand and moves to pin you on the wall harshly, you gasp and your mouth is open as you groan in pain at him man handling you like that, he puts both of your arms on either side of your head and his breathing is heavy. “like you fucking care. what are you doing going out to prom with billy hargrove. you know he’s just trying to get in your pants.”

“and why the fuck do you care who’s trying to get in my pants, are you jealous that’s it’s him and not you?” you bite back.

“you wish you fucking whore” he growls back. “you’re so fucking desperate you’re settling for someone who doesn’t even respect you.”

“and what are you gonna do about it?” you smile at him and he stares back and forth between your lips and eyes breathing heavily trying to figure out what to do.

“fuck it.” he closes the distance between your lips and you moan into the kiss, you’ve been waiting for him to do that for so long. eddie let’s go of your hands and his hands trail from your neck down to your chest grabbing both of your tits harshly and hungrily as he bites your lip and you open your mouth allowing him to shove his tongue inside your mouth. you grab onto his hair and pull and he groans.

your tongues dance together and you pull back staring at him waiting for whatever is gonna happen next, is he gonna walk away?

“get on your knees.” he orders and you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter at his words,

you get on your knees grabbing eddie’s belt smiling at the handcuffs there, you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans reaching your hand inside and palming him through his boxers. looking up to his eyes as you do so, his face contorts in pleasure and he moans out loud at you finally touching him. “i f-fucking hate you…” he sighs out as you take his cock out out of his boxers and it springs out slapping his stomach.

“i fucking hate you more” you drool at the size of him and grab his length and spit on it your drool dribbling down on to his cock and you lean down to suck on the tip.

“f-fuck your mouth is so good… billy doesn’t deserve your pretty little mouth.” he gasps and grabs on to your head to guide your mouth farther down onto his cock.

you hum around him and take him farther down until he’s hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making you gag and eddie whimper, “if your mouth feels this good i can’t imagine what your cunt is gonna feel like fuck..”

you grab his balls in your hand and play with them, wanting them in your mouth you pull back from his length and take his balls into your mouth sucking, you scratch up and down his thigh.

“g-god you’re a fucking whore… where did you learn how to do t-this?” he sighs and leans his head back in pleasure.

you back up from his balls and stroke his cock with your hand and shrug, “guess i’m just a natural whore.” you lean back down to continue sucking him off.

“yeah? you like being called a whore huh, god you’re such a slut letting me use your mouth like this no questions asked, you’re my little fuck toy” he grabs your hair and pulls making you suck his cock faster.

you moan and cant help but reach down under your skirt and rub little circles on your clit, relieving some of the pressure there, you couldn’t believe eddie fucking munson, your enemy, was making you this wet, and you were so fucking wet.

“i’m g-gonna c-cum, please f-fuck” eddie grabs your head and you stop moving letting him just fuck your mouth violently. your eyes were watering, and you can feel the bruise forming in the back of your throat but you didn’t care.

“fuck are you crying sweetheart, does my cock feel that good inside your mouth g-god-“ he shoots his load inside your mouth and a few tears stream down your cheek as you swallow his cum. eddie grabs you by your neck harshly and kisses you, “you’re such a filthy little bitch, did my cum taste good baby?” you nod and he moves you backwards until you reach the back of a teachers desk, he wipes everything off it making room for you.

he grabs you by the waist and puts you on the desk getting on his knees for you rubbing your thighs up and down your skirt,

“did you wear this skirt for me today? fuck it makes me weak, it’s so short… everytime you wear it, i want to bend you over the first surface i see and fuck you so hard, i wanna make you scream.” he says while taking off your panties from underneath your skirt.

you buck your hips at his words and say “you’re all talk munson… shut the up and fuck me.”

“all talk huh?” he lifts your skirt up your stomach and finally sees your slick pussy. your wetness was leaking on to the desk now and eddie moans at the sight. “fuck i’ve been wanting to see your pretty little cunt for so long..” he leaves a kiss there and begins kissing up your thighs and biting leaving marks there.

“p-please eddie.” you beg him to stop teasing.

“shut the fuck up, and take what i give you” he slaps your thigh leaving a red mark.

you almost scream at the sting but bite your lip not wanting to get interrupted, eddie finally puts his tongue inside of you and you gasp grabbing his curls and pulling so hard, eddie moans against you and the vibration makes you shiver.

“oh f-fuck eddie right there.” eddie’s tongue hits your sweet spot and you bite your tongue letting out a whimper bucking your hips violently against his face.

eddie adds one of fingers inside of you and you cry out his name, this was the best head you’ve ever gotten and it was out of pure hatred.

“god i- i’m gonna cum already” you whimper.

eddie pulls his mouth off you, his finger still inside of you, “cover my face in your cum baby” he leans down back to continue working his tongue, he sucks your clit inside his mouth and that’s when your orgasm washes over you and you scream covering your mouth and bucking your hips against eddie’s tongue.

eddie stays between your legs licking up all of your cum and covering his face with it. he takes a finger to wipe it off his face and put it in his mouth.

“you taste just as good as i imagined sweetheart” he smirks at you being out of breath and totally fucked out, he grabs you making you get off the desk and he turns you around roughly pinning you on the desk, bending you over your ass in front of his crotch. you wiggle your ass rubbing yourself against him and eddie grabs your waist stroking his cock up and down your ass.

“i cant wait to be inside you… fucking you in this skirt is a dream.” eddie grabs his painfully hard cock and strokes himself a bit before bumping his tip against your clit teasing himself and you.

“yeah? i guess you got what you wished for..” you back your ass into his touch wanting him to be inside you, “f-fuck get inside of me already.”

“beg.” eddie bends over so he can kiss your neck.

“fuck you eddie.” you roll your eyes, you’re not going to beg to be fucked

“pretty sure you already are sweetheart.” you can feel him smirking against your neck. he bites your ear lobe and you sigh into his touch. “c’mon baby i know you want me inside of you just say the magic word and i’ll let you be filled up with me…” he bumps his tip against your clit again and you want to cry, you’re so fucking wet for him.

“f-fuck i cant believe i’m saying this, please fuck me eddie.” you close your eyes in disgust at saying please to him.

“mm not good enough try again” eddie laughs into your neck and you smack the side of his head.

“what do you mean? i said the magic word!” you yell at him.

“i said beg, not just say please. try again.”

you sigh and give into his demands, you needed him inside of you “god eddie please fuck me you’re so big i-i just need you inside of me filling me up and calling me your little fuck toy, you make me so fucking wet like no other guy has, please get inside me, cum inside of me and making me walk around for the rest of the day with your cum inside of my panties running down my legs i-“

you’re cut off with eddie plunging inside of you and grabbing your hips to fuck you vigorously and roughly. he was not holding back, “god i cant believe i’m fucking you.. i hate you so much.”

“you’re not t-too great e-either, jesus you’re such an asshole sometimes i-”you choke on a moan and grab the desk for dear life trying not to scream. you moan loudly and eddie grabs your mouth trying to muffle your sounds.

“fuck baby i know im big but do you want us to get caught?” eddie moans when you clench around him. “fuck you’re so tight so fucking wet for me.”

“i-i cant, you’re so big” you try to say under the palm of eddie’s hand, he hears you anyway, and leans his head to whisper into your ear “you can take it, you’re my filthy girl, you can take it, my little fuck toy huh baby?”

you nod aggressively against his palm, “yes f-fuck.”

“you’re all mine, and you’re fucking stupid for thinking otherwise. you’ve always been my fuck toy, you’re the only thing and only person who can make me cum, when i jerk off you’re all i can think about.”

“y-you jerk off to m-me?” your eyes widen and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

“god yes, you’re so fucking hot. it’s unfortunate you’re annoying as fuck too… i would’ve made you mine already.” eddie fucks you harder if that’s even possible and hits your g-spot making you scream, eddie immediately puts his hand back over your mouth shutting you up.

“i-i didn’t know you thought about me that way…” eddie takes his hand off your mouth and smiles pulling out of you, and moving you so you’re facing him now, your legs are wrapped around his waist and he puts himself back inside of you quickly. “it’s the only way i think about you. you make me so hard all the time, just your voice makes me rock hard, which is why i always walk away from you…”

eddie looks at your face contorting in pleasure and he almost cums right there, he’s been wanting to fuck you for so long, he’s been imagining it since he met you. you clench around him and eddie falls forward his head buried in your neck moaning. “keep doing that. fuck you’re so tight,”

you squeeze around him in response and he asks “are you on birth control? can i cum inside you? fuck please baby? please let me cum inside you g-god.” you nod, “yes i’m on the pill, god yes please cum inside of me…” your nails scratch down his back leaving marks there.

“i-im so close eddie, fuck don’t stop.” eddie continues to hit that sweet spongy spot and you finally clench and cum all around his cock, the feeling of you cumming pushes eddie over the edge and he shoots his load inside of you and you grab onto eddie’s shoulders wrapping your arms around him, you were so tired.

eddie hugs you back and he leans forward to grab your panties and put them back on you, your cum and his cum swirling around inside of you. your cheek is pressed against eddie’s shoulder and he lifts your head to kiss your cheek and you could just fall asleep like this, but eddie doesn’t speak a word after that, he puts his boxers and pants back on, buckling his belt and you ask him “where are you going?” he smiles awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you.

“going to class?”

you nod shyly and look down your hands, waiting for him to say anything about what just happened but he doesn’t, he just walks out and leaves you in the empty classroom, alone.

[cambion-companion]

Waterfall

Based on this Anon ask: I'm not the biggest fan of modern aus but i cant stop thinking about showering with aemond, watching the water cascade from his hair to his neck, his torso and then lower. I think he'd love a good piping hot shower while i just stand there, thoughts of getting clean thrown out of the window (theres also a thought of getting railed from behind while under the shower but its too early for this 😂)

With some encouragement I decided to turn this into a fic under a waterfall, enemies to lovers vibe like my other fic, Captured.

And since all my fics are getting flagged for community guidelines whether they need it or not I've decided to earn it this time with some smut so 18+ only pls

Aemond x fem!reader | making love under a waterfall

"Aemond, please, let's stop!" You called ahead; your hands bound with heavy rope in front of you were beginning to ache in earnest. "It's hot." You muttered as an aside to yourself, wishing you could shed a couple layers.

Up ahead, Aemond paused, turning slightly towards you but not meeting your gaze.

He hadn't looked at you directly since taking you prisoner.

You heard him curse you under his breath.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" You snarked as he stomped back to where you waited.

That got a reaction, Aemond's fiery lilac eye caught you and you found yourself wishing he'd look away. Aemond yanked at your bonds, causing you to stumble forward. Your foot caught a tree root and you fell forward, hard, against the Targaryen's chest.

"Get up." Aemond hissed in your ear, supporting you by your elbows and helping you regain your footing.

"You really have turned into quite an ass since last we met." You grouched, watching as he pulled unsheathed his dagger. "Is that a dagger, or are you just happy to see me?"

"If you don't stop your inane quips, I will show you how much of a dagger this is."

"Tetchy."

With a fluid movement Aemond had cut through the rope that bound your hands and you were free. For a clear second of insanity, you thought of trying to run. You settled for rubbing your sore wrists and glowering at the prince. "Tell me again why you couldn't just whisk me back to King's Landing on a dragon."

"Too high profile." Aemond answered, stowing his knife and beginning to scan the area for a place to set up camp. Of course, you had been designated pack carrier. "Mother wants you back alive and...unspoiled."

"Ah, so you're still a mommy's boy." You slipped the heavy pack off your shoulders, letting it fall heavily to the earthen floor.

Aemond considered you for a moment, before tilting his head, smiling slightly. "Yes."

"I guess that should be a relief." You muttered, rolling your shoulders. "Well!" You clapped your numb hands together. "I'm off!"

With that, you turned on your heel and began descending the forested hill toward the enticing river you could hear rushing nearby.

A firm hand grasped your elbow, halting your progress. "Just where are you thinking of escaping to?"

You turned back to Aemond, trying your best to maintain the debonair mask of indifferent confidence. "Hear that river?" You cupped a hand around your ear for emphasis. "I'm going to take a bath."

"You've no soap." Aemond looked you over dubiously, making you feel self-conscious despite yourself.

"You royals and your luxuries." You sniffed disdainfully. "I'm sure I'll manage."

"How will I know you aren't running away?" Aemond shook his silver head. "No, you're not going anywhere I can't see you."

"You're welcome to join me." You looked at him seductively through your lashes, the effect quite ruined by your state of current filth. "Aemond please. I smell like a barn set afire." You lifted your arms, shuffling toward him. "Give me a hug."

Aemond back away hastily, holding up his hands to fend you off, a begrudging smile curving his lips. "No no! Alright, go clean yourself. Take no longer than strictly necessary or I will come find you."

"Promises, promises!" You were already skipping down toward the river, giggling at the prospect of submerging your hot sticky body in cool water. You even tricked yourself into thinking you heard Aemond laughing behind you.

It was even better than you had anticipated.

A small pool surrounded by rocks and trees lay glistening sapphire beneath the afternoon sun, fed by a small waterfall. You quickly shed your clothes before wading into the cool waters. It was as though this little pool had been crafted by the gods specifically for you. You swam over to the other side of it, flipping onto your back, letting the silken water soak through your dirty hair.

The perfect plants for creating a sudsy lather from their crushed leaves were growing all around the river. You were quick to take full advantage of them, cleaning your grimy skin and sighing in relief.

Time passed, you had cleaned your body as well as your clothes and laid them out on the rocks to dry. You could see smoke curling above the trees from where Aemond must've set up camp. Smiling to yourself you swam laps around the edge of the pool, cupping your hands beneath the waterfall and running them through your hair.

"Y/N!"

"Shit, Aemond!" You didn't bother to hide your naked torso in the water, looking at him over your shoulder. "Oh dear, are you alright? You're turning an alarming shade of red."

"Enough games, Y/N." He crossed his arms, eye focused on your face. "I told you I would come retrieve you if you took too long."

"It's almost as if you don't trust me."

"I don't."

"Oh come on, Aemond." You grumbled, turning your body fully to face him, the water lapping around your waist.

Aemond couldn't help but glance down, passing a hand over his face and swearing lightly.

"You must be hot and dirty as well. Come on in, this river is big enough for the two of us." You waded fully back into the water, Aemond watched you move with an odd expression on his face. "You can trust me. We were childhood friends after all."

"You've changed." His tone made your cheeks flush. "Fine." Aemond began shedding his own clothing, seemingly not caring if you watched him undress.

"Splendid!" You gathered more fronds of the soap substitute you'd created. "There are plants here that I've crushed up to create a soap-like substance. We can wash your clo-"

In your distraction you hadn't noticed Aemond, devoid of any articles of clothing, wading over to the waterfall. He had already created a lather from the same plants you had used and was vigorously washing his long sleek hair beneath the cascading water.

"Well that's completely unfair." You spoke to yourself, your eyes roaming along the planes of his body.

He was lean, not broad and muscular like the men at the farm you worked at. The planes of his torso were defined, and you enjoyed watching the rivulets of water run down his pale skin.

"Suddenly shy?"

Your eyes flicked guiltily back up to his angular face. He had shed his eyepatch; a glittering blue gemstone lay within where his right eye used to be. You had left King's Landing before that had happened to him.

You moved through the water towards him, his hands stilled in his hair as he watched you approach. You noticed his plush lips part slightly, his lilac eye dilating slightly as he took in the sight of you walking slowly out of the water.

You were close enough to touch him now. Your fingers sought his face first. Aemond's eye fluttered closed as you traced his jaw, he caught your wrist before you could caress the vertical scar that ran over his eye. "Don't."

"Aemond." You said softly, your brow furrowing as you gazed at each other. You watched a droplet of sparkling water run down the sapphire gem, catching on his face like a tear. "Please." You breathed, not quite sure what it was you were asking for. Forgiveness? Acceptance?

"Why did you leave?" His voice was low, yet it cut through you like a knife. "I need to know."

"My family didn't want me to be Helaena's handmaiden. They pulled me away, and I didn't have a choice but to obey."

"You could've fought them."

"I was a child, Aemond. You know that's not true."

"Hmm."

Silence fell between the two of you, the rushing water splashing against your skin the only sound. Aemond's grip on your wrist loosened enough for you to cup his face once more. He hesitated, on the brink of something, before turning his head and placing a kiss to your palm. Your breath caught. "Kiss me."

He regarded you, his eye gleaming. You stepped closer, closing the remaining distance and pressing your chest to his, letting him feel your skin against his. You tilted your head up invitingly, your lips inches apart.

Droplets of water caught the sunlight, glimmering as they fell off Aemond's face. He bent into you, time seemed to slow, a rushing sound not at all to do with water filled your ears. You felt his soft lips press against your parted mouth. Your groans of relief vibrated into each other as Aemond wrapped his arm around your lower back, pulling your further against his body. You giggled, feeling the smooth skin of his back, trailing your hands up to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly on the soaked locks, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the prince.

"What have you done to me?" Aemond murmured, nibbling your bottom lip and along your jaw.

"Not one day has gone by I haven't thought of you." You arched your neck as he began sucking bruises to your throat.

He spun you around, pressing up behind you, his arousal evident against the curve of your ass. Water dripped onto your back, running in tickling rivulets down your sensitive skin. Your palms lay flat against the stone wall as Aemond bowed you beneath him, kissing a trail down your neck to your shoulders.

You felt his long fingers running up your legs, you widened your stance, parting your thighs for him.

"So eager." He purred, biting your shoulder gently. "You've been anticipating this for a while now, haven't you?"

Words escaped you as Aemond's fingers found your slippery quim, dipping into the nectar that was leaking from you, dragging a mewl from your mouth. You rocked your hips back into his touch, needing more of him.

"Patience, my flower." Aemond's mouth had found your ear, you turned your face into him, your hooded eyes focused on his lips. "I intend on savoring every inch of you, having you come undone around me until your legs can no longer hold your weight."

Aemond made more than good on that promise, the sound of the waterfall swallowing up your cries of pleasure as Aemond claimed you beneath its waters.

Your fingers were sore from where they had gripped the stone, in fact every muscle was aching in the most pleasant way possible. You felt lightheaded even now as you lay bundled in blankets next to the sparking fire, your head resting on Aemond's chest, his arms circled low around you, his dry hair falling over your throat in a silvery sheen.

You felt his fingers combing through your own hair, leaning into his relaxing touch, allowing your eyes to close as the firelight played warmly across your face. Your clothes were drying near the flames, Aemond's touch beneath the blanket moved to cup the swell of your breast tenderly. Beneath your head you could feel his breathing deepen, his fingers in your hair faltering and stilling.

You didn't know what the morning would bring, not wanting to think beyond this magic moment. When you and Aemond were two lovers alone in the forest, just the two of you. No politics, no jaded history, no dragons or kings.

Just a man and a woman who had always loved each other.

[switchbladedreamz]

Pretty Girl

Requested? Nope

Summary: filth with frank

Warnings: smut, 18+, mean frank, creampie, non!con but not in a dark way. Fluffy smut

Hell's Kitchen is crawling with sinners, saviours, and civilians. Another lonely night in with Frank maiming or killing gods knows who. I try to stay up to greet him. I wake up to being lifted. I open my eyes but its dark and I can't see who's lifting me. I start to freak out and kick my legs to get away. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Pretty girl, it's me! It's just Frank." Standing in the hallway I flip the light on to see him standing and bloody. I rush to him, not caring about being cover in a stranger's blood. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close, enjoying his warm embrace. I pull back and my skin is sticky. Right. Stranger's blood. Frank sees the grossed out look on my face and laughs wholeheartedly. I groan whilst grabbing his hand and pulling us to the bathroom. Turning the shower head on and getting the water warm, we both strip then get in. I soap up his loofah and start scrubbing Frank's body. He chuckles, "that kinda tickles princess". I hum and apply a little more pressure to my scrubbing. Red soap drips from the floof. The bottom of the tub is varying colors from red to brown to pink. Unbeknownst to me, Frank stares at me in awe. He doesnt think even Maria would do this for him. Just this small act alone makes Frank fall in love with you all over again. He coughed away the lump in his throat, his voice like gravel from the long night, standing under the faucet to rinse all the bloody soap off, "Thank you (Y/n), your turn babydoll". He hangs his own loofah grabs mine with my soap. He gently drags the loofah across my shoulders and down my air, the scent of the pomegranate body wash tickles my nose. Frank takes his time washing me. Almost as if he's appreciating my body.

Frank is standing at the foot of the bed, watching me. Each watching the other, taking in the glory of our naked bodies. Unprompted, he crawls on his hands and knees on the bed over my body. "Hey" I whisper to him, watching the corner of his eyes crinkle as he chuckles. "Hey yourself beautiful". I smile as his soft lips meld against my own. His right hand, calloused in some places, smooth in others, lazily drags down my thigh then up to my ribs. His stubble grazes my cheek. A content sigh passes my lips, Frank's own kissing my neck. His tongue licks up my neck and he nibbles my earlobe. "You tryin to start somethin Frankie? You sure you can finish it? Because I sure have been waiting weeks for this. I dont know if you could keep up with me old man.". His arms slide under my back and he flips onto his back and my body flies with him. I barely notice his arms moving to place himself at my entrance. He starts thrusting wildly. I cry out, whether it be pain or pleasure, I'm unsure. It's all blurry. "You wanna run your mouth again? Huh pretty girl? You think I wanna be out all fuckin night following those scumbags? When I can spend that time burying my cock in your cunt.". A drawn out moan escapes when he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head to look at him. "I asked you a fucking question. Answer it.". "I-I-", yelping when his free hand slaps my ass. "I-I-I-I. You what?" He mocks me, "Answer me or I'll stop!" His gruff voice loud in my face. "I'm sorry!! I just missed you!" Whimpering and sniffling like a scolded child, I lay my head on his chest. Frank stops and starts rubbing my back.

"You want me to stop, pretty girl?" He whispers softly into my hair, kissing my head. "Please don't. Fuck me harder Frankie. Please.". Frank just laughs before shaking his head. "Whatever my princess wants.". Kissing my head one last time, with it soft Frank disappears. His hands bring my thighs closer and my knees up, his feet plant in the bed and his hips rise. His arms are around my back again, holding me tightly against him so I cant escape.

Frank starts fucking into me, his fat cockhead hitting that spot deep within me. His hips smacking into my thighs. His balls slap against me deliciously. My walls clench around his thick length, he grunts and swats my ass. His thrusts so fast, my head goes fuzzy. My body is overly warm, a fire burning inside myself. Frank moans as his cock repeatedly pounds my wet hole. I clench again, hard as I can this time. He makes the most beautiful sound. "Stop that or I'll bust right now". I smile and contract my walls again, holding it longer. Frank gasps loudly and slows his thrusts, heat fills me. My vision goes white, my walls fluttering as my orgasm rips through me.

Frank pulls out of me slowly with a grunt. "I love you, please don't forget that no matter how rough or mean I am.". "I love you too Frankie. And dont worry about it, you always fuck me right no matter what.". He chuckles and pulls me back into his sweaty chest, cum leaking down my thighs.

[imaginewarehouse]

Marcus White x AFAB!Reader || Drabbles

Oh, we are back! For a limited time XD Haha. I just got an explosion of inspo for Marcus and wrote this late last night+this next morning. It is all the smut I was too chicken to write when I was first into him haha XD I hope someone, likes this! But if not, it was also cathartic.

Plot: Fucking Marcus through the seasons. // Enemies with Benefits to Lovers

Warnings: Sooooo much Smut. Filth. Sin!! Hate sex, shameless sex, orgasm denial/edging, Warehouse/Public space fucking, you both being switches, 1 (one) blow job, choking (With the discussion of a safe word), some thigh riding, overstimulation, roleplay, cockwarming, oral (AFAB receiving).

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Season 1: Hate sex + Orgasm Denial/Edging

"Yo," A body leans into the wall next to me suddenly, the sound of their voice muffled by my earplugs. I figure that whoever it is must be addressing me, though, seeing as they've obnoxiously decided to close in on my personal space despite the hunched look I patented in order to keep people from approaching me- and take out the earbuds; Looking up.

There stands Marcus, and I immediately let out a groan- pushing off the wall he's sharing with me in order to just walk away-

But he grabs my wrist and stops me, following me into wall-free space and dragging my traitorous, resistance-less body back to him. Damn- Fuck- Why-

"Y/N, come on. The dumpsters are free- whadaya say?"

What I should say, is no way in hell. Never again, douchebag. Get lost. Die in a fire.

But instead the words that come out of my mouth, are: "Warehouse. 10 minutes."

"You're on." Then he winks, walking away backwards like he thinks he's cool, before turning away and I'm just left wondering why I do this. He's awful! Disgusting, dick-ish, dumb-

~

-And so-oo good at fucking me. Or, maybe he's just so-oo, available. I don't know what either of these reasonings mean about me, but it could go both ways.

Either way, no matter how much I dislike him personally- I cant help the way my body keens into his hands; Long fingers clenched around my hips and dirty gaze stuck on the way his long cock stretches my hole as it dips inside. He's mesmerised by it. Made stupid by it.

Kinda makes me feel like I have some power in this less-than-glamorous situation I'm in with him.

But god its torture. Hiding my head in my arms as they're folded on a shelf, I give a pained whine and push my ass up some more. Please, Marcus... Please, mercy...

"Aghhhh, baby.... Sorry- it just looks so good. Its- its fucking obscene, I'll admit. But god,... " He gives a sudden, hard thrust and I gasp into my arms, desperately moaning afterwards as the movement abruptly gives me what I want. Please please please!- "So hot. Ya know, you never get this good an angle... with porn... I just have got to savour it while I can, ya know?"

"Ughhh... you fucking know as soon as we share another break you'll get to do this all over again... " He's such an asshole! "Just- " Please-

Suddenly he leans over my back, pushed in balls-deep now in his attempt to communicate with me- and- jesus, I can hear the smirk in his tone! "Oh- is that a promise??"

"Yes!" I snap, knowing its true even though I hate it. And him. "Just- come on! Please. Marcus- before someone catches us, just- " This time it only takes pushing my ass back onto him again to have him chuckling as he leans back.

"Fine, fine!... " He laughs. Laughs! "Lets see how this puppy runs, huh?"

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he's so gross.

Season 2: Blowie

I have recently had an epiphany.

And that is- If you cant beat 'em, join 'em.

Which, in more words, means- If my body is going to insist on wanting Marcus, as it seems to be, then I am no longer going to feel bad about it. I refuse- Its just not worth the stress weight.

So I'm going to be all in.

I am going to make him my bitch.

And part of that is torturing him, now.

Part of it is getting down on my knees for him, its letting myself smirk when I see the familiar bulge pressing against his pants, its taking my time to lick and press and open-mouthed kisses up and down his shaft, until he's painfully hard and red and dripping a pathetic amount of pre-cum.

And I enjoy it. Not just watching Marcus white knuckle the shelves behind him, sleeves rolled up his forearms, eyes closed as my lips devour him slowly, and dark hair a mess against his forehead- But also the actually dirty act- yes, I find myself liking that. Sucking Marcus White's cock.

I make sure its well lubed-up and more then sensitive before I even think about wrapping my lips around the tip. He has to wince when I press a gentle kiss to it, which I'll test out multiple times as I go. When he finally flinches, so unbelievably worked up that he sighs and growls, then I go down on him.

I take him as far as I can, bobbing my head and sucking along his shaft like a total whore- but honestly love every moment of it. He tastes good, and he's lost control of his hands, as they end up in my hair every time. His hips, too, as they buck towards me.

Its hot of him.

Yep- I'm admitting it now. Marcus is hot.

Season 3: Riding + Budding Feelings??

"Y/N... Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... " Marcus moans, my hips rolling into his at my own pace- though, certainly faster then the speed he would set. Pleasure's building up into tight ball in my lower belly, making me want to go harder- chase my release selfishly- but I stay slow, and steady. I crack my eyes open, to see him below me.

And cant help the grin that slides across my lips. He looks totally blissed out, sitting there on the ground with me propped on top of his lap.

I cant help leaning down and pressing my lips to his- an oddly intimate experience between us. Before the tornado, we almost never kissed. And when we did, it was mostly teeth and tongue gnashing together; Part anger and part lust balled into one big ol' mess.

But, since the tornado... I don't know. I don't know why, and I don't want to think too hard on it, but... it started. We started to kiss. Like now, with his hands dragging me closer by the waist not just so I'll fuck him harder- just so I'll be closer to him??

I part my lips slowly, and the sweet, gentle kiss becomes a hungry one, but its still not the way it was. Our tongues don't fight- we tilt our heads opposite ways into it and his warm muscle pets mine. Sliding over it and circling it, making me moan into his mouth; My hips stutter as the kiss makes my head fuzzy, and I lose concentration.

"Marcus... " I groan against his lips when we finally have to breath, but quickly go back to making out with him.

Its almost as good as the fucking.

Season 4: Choking, Thigh Riding, Fingering and Overstimulation

*This one is set in Ep 11, Steps Challenge. when Marcus gets mad about it (Not as mad as Sandra, but... pretty mad.).

"Remember the safe word?" He asks, breathing heavily. He came to me a few minutes ago, a hand on my thigh possessively under the breakroom table which surprised me. I looked away from my phone to assess him, and oh boy.

That steps challenge has pissed him off, somehow.

Stoll, I roll my eyes- but gently; Smoothing the wrinkles absentmindedly, almost affectionately, out of his coveralls. What do I care what kind of things the other sin the room might think? Marcus and I are a secret but not a well kept one. "That's not gonna be our safe word, Marcus."

He groans, rolling his shoulders back in irritation. "Come onnn."

"No." Over my dead body, is it going to be Boob Cheese! Theirs no way Marcus will fuck me so bad that it traumatises me any more then his business concept, did.

"Fine. How about- Strawberries?"

Amused, I look up; Biting my bottom lip to keep from giggling. "Strawberries?"

"Yeah- now- come on. I need this." He rolls his own eyes, the frustration clear even in his body language- so I shrug.

"Alright- Strawberries. Now what are you plannin- Ey!"

Marcus is already dragging me to the Warehouse.

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"Ah!~" I cant help the desperate whines that come out of me with Marcus' hand around my throat. I never imagined this would be so hot- making me cum already twice. But it just makes me more desperate. For air, for his touch, for an orgasm.

The first time, I came on his thigh- Rubbing myself against the material of his work uniform until he got too frustrated with me and took my hip movements into his own hands; Dragging my more-than-stimulated pussy over his thigh and bumping his leg up every once and awhile- until I let go inside my underwear.

Then, a second time, on his fingers. He rubbed inside me, at my meaty inside walls and the delicate bell inside me rough, until I pressed my forehead into his shoulder and rolled into his ministrations. Needing more.

More more more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!- " Its becoming too much, especially with my poor, abused cunt now stretching and milking his dick now; Much more then his fingers, or the not-nearly-enough-ness of his knee. I'm overstimulated to hell, but Marcus is intent on fucking me until his frustrations are cleaned out.

"Are you good?" He asks, rubbing a thumb up and down the skin of my throat now instead and squeezing it for a moment, but still drilling me into the wall; My thighs spread wide open and wrapped around him, drawing him closer by my heels.

"Yeah," I reply, almost breathlessly. Please don't make me talk, right now... Useless cursing and pornographic moaning is about all I can manage right now. "Ah!- "

His grip tightened around my throat, and so my pussy follows suit on his cock.

"Hm. Good."

Season 5: Roleplay + Cockwarming

*Set sometime during Ep 13, Favouritism. When he got his desk.

He was so excited about his desk, and somehow amongst him showing it to me after hours and pretending he's on some 'Important business call'- I ended up sat on it, with him being my boss, and me his darling, slightly slutty receptionist.

Or a lot slutty, considering he's balls deep in me- still taking that 'Important Business Call'.

"Yeah, just send them on through to my receptionist, L/N- Yeah, yeah, man- no you're the best." Its really a testament to Marcus that he's able to bullshit a whole conversation so seamlessly, even with my walls squeezing him for all he's worth like this. He flashes a perfect smile, as if the guy on the other end told him something good. "Thanks, man. She is, yeah- I'll ask 'em."

Excited to get included in the game, I straighten up a bit and tilt my head the side; A perky grin on my lips. "Yes, sir?"

His mouth opens slightly at the use of that address paired with my best, most professional, ready-to-work smile. "... Um... Uh- uh oh yeah, um, do you... Hal wants to know if you've got a boyfriend- he's got a son about your age... Might wanna set ya up."

"Oh," Well, that's unexpected. "Well... " My cheeks go pink. That's I dont know what to make of that question. Is Marcus asking me something about... us? If I wanted anyone else? Um- "T-tell him I'm busy right now... Gotta lotta work to do... with Mr White."

Slowly a mischievous smirk spreads across Marcus' face again. "Yeah you do." He whispers, leaning over and claiming my mouth his; Leaving a dizzying, hot kiss there and forcing me to moan- Hips rolling. The action makes him lose character for a second, releasing a string of obscenities under his breath as his head falls on my shoulder, and thrusting his hips and his cock up deeper into me. Oh god!-

Then he lifts the phone, that had been pressed to his chest as if anyone was there on the other end to hear your exchange, and presses it to his ear again. "Sorry, man, L/N's just reminded me we- I- have a meeting, now. Yeah, see ya, bye!"

Then he puts the phone away and turns mock-sternly, to me.

"You're gonna have to me... "

"Oh?" I ask, grin spreading across my lips.

"You just fucked up that phone call with your hot ass- that's grounds for firing. But I think we can work something else out."

"Oh?" I repeat, fighting not to laugh as I wrap my arms over his shoulders, playing with his hair. "Well, sir, I'll do just about anything, to keep my job... "

Marcus smirks, lifting me by my hips onto the desk. "That's what I wanted to hear."

I actually do laugh, as I lay back on the wood; Legs spreading open wider for him to 'take', me.

Season 6: Pussy eating + Feelings cemented

"... wow." I suddenly say, surprised at the realisation that just hit me. Marcus and I have been sat on his bed in his room for hours, watching movies- and this has only just now occurred to me. Marcus turns to look at me, raising a brow, and I look back to him. "I just- I just realised. We've never had sex in a bed, before."

Well- there's never been one available, like now. Either, we hated each other too much to make the effort of going to each others houses, or he lived with his mother, or below the store, or I had roommates, or... a whole line of other roadblocks keeping us in the Warehouse, or the bathrooms, or his car or... whatever. I'm not proud of all the places we did it but the point is it was never, not once, a bed.

Which is crazy!

Marcus eyes open wide, too. "Wow... you're right." He makes a gesture with his hands and his head, like his mind is blown- and I nod. Yeah. Then he shrugs those broad shoulder of his, turning back to Dumb and Dumber. "Ah, well."

... Ah well???

I watch him watch the movie for a couple minutes, him not seeming to notice as he's too busy laughing at the stupid shit this movie throws at us. Its weird, I cant help but think. How far we've gotten from when we met. I... really disliked, him. And for good reason honestly, he was a jerk. I'm hesitant to say I hated him, because now... I couldn't imagine hating this person.

I sure as hell did, though. But hot and infuriating has, and I don't know exactly when, but, it become hot and amazing.

It stopped being just sex, a long time ago. It turned into Chinese food and sex, because we were hungry and if we were going to be together soon anyway we might as well eat together.... Then it was fun fairs and making out, because the kissing was almost better.

And now its movies above the covers, my shoulder leant into his.

"Marcus... " I call, quietly.

"Hold on just a second, Harry's about to- "

Okay, he's still a doofus that cant read a room to save his life. "Marcus." I repeat, sternly. He gives a deep, 'oh-woe-is-me' type sigh, like he so terribly hard-done-by, and pauses the movie before turning to me. "I... "

His eyes blow open wide in realisation at my hesitancy and suddenly he's all in. Apart of the conversation. Present. "Woah- wait- is this the moment?? Are you gonna- "

"Well, I'm gonna try!"

"Okay- Okay- take your time. I'm right here. Go."

Sighing, a smile on my lips as I shake my head; I try to release all the nerves. Because this man has seen me naked- worse then naked- I shouldn't be nervous! Huffing eventually, when I'm struggling to do it, I curl my fingers into his shirt and guide him towards me. "I... "

"Yeah??... " Why's he gotta make this so hard.

"Damn it, Marcus." I press my lips to his then, to shut him up. As we start to make-out, ending up with my head on his pillow and him hovering over me, I feel the words coming to me. This part has always been the easy one, with us.

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Its not 2 minutes later that Marcus had disconnected his lips from mine and dragged me to the side of the bed and got his knees. My eyes had widened, surprised at the implications of his positioning.

"Marcus," Tucking some hair behind my ear, I had leant down, and tilted my head to him. "You've never eaten me out before."

"Yeah, well- I've always wanted to try, though. Just didn't know if you'd like that. C'mon," He flashed me one of those too-confident, bright grins. "Open up for me, babe."

My unsureness was quickly swept away as soon as he kissing me down there the way he kisses me on the lips; Fingers curling into the sheets in no time.

And oh god- how he looks down there. It drives me crazy. The smirk he gives my cunt when he has to breath, the sight of his tongue delving between my puffy lips. He digs deep, wrapping his lips around my entire mould- and sucking. My hands go straight to his hair, tugging and feeling the vibrations of his moan into me.

And immediately- the words fly out. "I love you," Quiet, and quick, and it makes Marcus moans again- taking it up a notch in eating me out and thrusting his tongue faster.

[cherryjuiceblues]

i cant lie i am very curious to know what the pure filth would entail in ur opinion

look. LOOK. i could go on forever. he'd spank her for being a tease all day 🤕 and then he'd probably threaten to leave her to deal with herself 🤕 he would never but her reaction really gets him going. she'd beg to suck him off. "please, i'm sorry. let me make you come in my mouth :(" and harry's like pretending not be extremely turned on so he just casually unzips and pushes her to the floor. OR. ORRRR. he makes he lie on her back and he f*cks her face whilst he stands at the end of the bed :OOOO yes. that's what he does. and he'd come all over her face 🤕🤕🤕🤕 and y/n would be soaked by the time he touches her. her underwear is completely saturated and its all dripping down to her ass 🤕 and harry would make her ride his tummy :((( to like really teach her that teasing gets her nowhere. "because now you've got to do all the hard work, haven't you, baby?" and y/n's all frowny. and she's so wet that harry can slip a thumb in her ass and anyway that would be the pure filth 😁😁😁

[myfirstandlast]

i wanna shower So Bad but its. 2am

[jin0]

the peter anal drabble fucking killed ME, my question is tho, does peter/andrew eat ass I need to know desperately, for science obvs

also I only discovered your work the other day but it’s safe to say this is my new fave blog, I love the filth you have a talent my dear x

(thank you so much !! having more filthy people around me is just the best too, you guys are awesome !!)

he doesn't just eat ass, he devours you whole. this man will rip out your clothes a'd underwear, manhandle you until you're in the right position and feast on you, getting himself so hard for no reason that he gets dizzy. he wouldn't even notice himself cum all over his own chest, he's be too busy sucking, swallowing and licking you all over.

"p-peter ! please peter ! c-cant ! can't take... more ! p-please ! fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck !! please oh, god !"

he'd have you face a mirror with your ass up and you'd see the way he was looking down on you. this man had no intention to stop until he had his fill. just like when he would eat you out, he would go until he knew he had enough. which meant a fucking long time !!

"sorry bunny... you're gonna have to wait... can't stop now, you feel too good... taste too sweet... fuck, that ass is going to kill me... need more of that..."

if you weren't crying before, the slap on your cheeks did exactly that, make you cry. he kept going until you couldn't hold yourself up anymore. you could feel him smirk in you.

and this isn't the fucking end, because he never just eats your ass, he always finishes or starts by eating you out. no matter how overstimulated you are or how cockdrunk you are. he refuses to go through an orgasm that will prevent him from fully savoring you. nothing is to stand in the way of his attention.

[swinterr]

fic rec vii ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez )  if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

1. jane by @baejiyeonz

2. bee by @purpleyellow

3. lian by @nct-lian

4. taehui by @jeontaehui

nct

sungchan

1. [10:47 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

haechan

1. [5:21] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. you’re warm by @dreamystuffers | f

- a drunk hyuck can only mean a clingy hyuck.

3. you’re short too by @pastelsicheng | f

- 5 times hyuck teases u for ur height.

4. no title by @heychan | s 

- dirty thought cockwarming haechan and johnny comes in to the room while you are trying to hide it but haechan doesn’t care.

5. wishes by @lucaswithnoshirt | a f

- standing on stage is everything you’ve dreamed of. except in the time it’s taken you to get there, you’ve been dreaming about other things, too.

jaehyun

1. moving in: the series by @jaehyun-ified | f

- after agreeing to move-in with jaehyun, you decided to curate a little series on your channel to both give in to your viewer’s request to have jaehyun frequently on your contents and to document your moving in process with the love of you life.

2. [8:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam. 

3. boyfriend by @simpsiren | a 

- a relationship with jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. there wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

4. best part by @okayoongii | f

- don’t know how to describe this tho, just read it. also 10/10

5. can i help you? by @sugarjaee | f s

- when working an extra long shift at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a visit.

6. stages of love by @biletdoux | a f s

- a playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart. 

7. [9:04 am] by @jeongvision | // f

- domestic fluffy blurb. 10/10!!

8. suds by @kim-taehung | s

- first person to move does the dishes for a week. nothing is off-limits.

9. promise by @bvbyxuxi | f a

- jaehyun has loved you since you were both kids, things were going well until he messed everything up; meeting again as young adults, he refuses to let you go again but would you give him another chance?

mark

1. one minus on plus one by @wonjaekook | f a 

- in all of the years you’ve known jungwoo, you should have figured out to not take his words at face value because, though you haven’t even met, mark lee seems to hate your guts. 

2. [12:03] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. pretty boy by @epinebleue | f a

- fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, the reader is two years older than mark, jaehyun makes an appearance as the reader’s fuck buddy, use of alcohol and drugs (marijuana), mentions of violence (mark punches someone), smut (protected sex, inexperienced!mark, dry humping).

4. camera flash by @morkleemelon | f

- mark taking a picture but forgot to remove flash waking up oc, pretty fluffy and cute! 10/10!!!

5. retrouvailles by @kireimarkeu | f

- counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

jungwoo

1. [1:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

johnny

1. man-icure by @haejunehui | f

- based on jcc ep. 26

taeyong

1. reverb by @lovingonrepeat | s

- taeyong + studio sex. 

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi | f s 

- you had never thought to see taeyong again after your one night stand with him until this year where he takes you by surprise; turns out he wasn’t the guy you sought him out to be after all.

ten

1. [2:32 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

lucas

1. [4:31 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. king of hearts by @raibebe | f s a

- a little bit of everything, a chef’s kiss. 

yuta

1. [5:51 pm ] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

doyoung 

1. redamancy by @heavenlyhaechan | f

- this is just so fluffy! i wished to be doyong gf please. 

2. fools together by @yongiefilms | f

- two fools in love with each other? 

3. acedia by @jaeminscoffee | f

- a day in the life of yours and doyoung's love life.

4. our little secret by @haejunehui | f

- read to know their little secret. hehe.

5. caught red handed by @hannie-dul-set | f

- all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

jeno

1. i see red by @0097linersb | s

- pure filth 🥵10/10 tho.

2. addiction by @love-mi | s f

- you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

3. surprise visit by @nakamotonudes | f s

- you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for over a month because of his hectic schedule so when he suddenly shows up at your place one night for a surprise visit, you both have to make every second worth it.

bts

jungkook

1. the pitter-patter of the heart by @koorara | f s a //

- pieces of newlywed domestic moments with jungkook, your husband. the young film and literature lecturer and his wife, you, who works as a journalist of a web magazine. both of you managing the career, the time for each other and the new house. not to forget, chip, the cat that has been with you for years. 

2. please love me by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a 

- as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

3. first love, last love by @floralseokjin | f s //

- a collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between jungkook and you... 

4. second chances by @parkhabits | a s

- work. one of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. his work had become the mistress within your marriage. years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. get him to sign the damn divorce papers. yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily. 

5. crush by @jungxk | f s 

- jungkook woke up with amnesia (?) he totally forgets that he has a wife and child. and he totally has a huge crush on his wife. 

6. bare necessities by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- when you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to disneyland out of all places. luckily, jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. or is it…

7. krampus for christmas by @ddaenysus | f

- when your daughter overhears your nightly activities close to christmas, jungkook takes it upon himself to convince her it was the sounds of the legendary demon goat.

8. a date with destiny by @imjustfanfictrash | f s

- you are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. he is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

9. stranded by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. his entire presence is unwelcome. you don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. it’s annoying — he is annoying. from the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

10. sprout by @v-hope | f

- after a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

11. friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- you meet pop star/idol jeon jungkook at the café, you get close, and as hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. but you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

12. jealousy by @ephemeralkookie | f s a

- jungkook’s closest friend, namjoon is getting married and he invited you three to his wedding. the only unexpected thing was jisoo, his ex, and we’ll just say that you were not too happy to see her flirting with your boyfriend right under your nose

13. a quarter past us by @jjiimin | f a

- when you break up with him out of fear of losing your freedom in university, he finds himself showing you why leaving him isn’t the answer. 

14. pretty boy by @angelguk | // f s a

- alternatively known as the jock!jk universe drabbles in vague chronological order. 

15. summer solstice by @boulevardk | s

- down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. you figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. but one fateful night, your prayers are answered. are you willing to pay the price? the sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

16. lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks | f a 

- over the years, things change - but the one constant is your love for lilac wisterias.…okay, maybe jungkook’s been there too.or, alternatively:the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

17. obsessed with your ass by @kooklovesu | f s 

- jungkook has an obsession with your body he cant get enough of praising you. he wasn’t comfy showing the world his affection towards you in public because he’s a private guy, but when he finally did, good luck.

18. from home by @gyukult | // f s a

- jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

19. black card by @minsprings | // f s

- black card fic and drabbles, also a chef’s kiss.

20. oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always | f s

- what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with jeon jungkook - s tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? fuck him, you guess.

21. let the games begin by @venusiangguk | s

- just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

22. the probability of us by @jiminrings | f s

- jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories. 

23. open when by @iluv-hobi | f

- jungkook likes to write letters to you, especially ones with purposes, like “open when ___”. one day, on a particularly bad day, you open, “open when you’ve had a shitty day”. 

24. good day by @ilikemesometaetaes | f s

- his motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. he just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

25. calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // s 

- some people would call you far too serious. some would call you stuck-up. and some would call you a bitch. but to freshman jeon jungkook, you’re the head calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

26. brat taming by @sugasbabiie | s a f

- jungkook has been your roommate for almost a year. since the day he moved in he has acted like nothing but a spoiled little brat who is used to getting anything and anyone he wants. he eats your food, he doesn’t clean, he’s loud, oh and now he has colored his hair the exact shade of blonde as you. He’ll do anything to get under your skin. you’ve had enough of his filthy mouth and his fuckboy ways. it’s time to tame that bratty little roommate of yours. think you can handle it?

27. sugarplum energy by @bymoonchild | f s a

- you know no bounds nor depth with jungkook. while your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on soundcloud. all’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. or, jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

28. ancient history by @moononthejoon | a s f

- there is no way to deny that you and jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?

29. that’s not daddy by @nochuobsessed | f

- jungkook comes home with a new hair color and his sons can’t tell if he’s appa or not. pretty cute! 10/10

30. no title by @himbojk | s

- jk got a blowie from his oc while on a zoom class meeting, like cam on with a whole set up but his oc under the table sucking the life out of him while he sits and tries to take notes .

31. dilf jk by @himbojk | // s f

- dilf jk drabbles.

32. no title by @himbojk | s

- blond jk with full tattoo sleeve who looks like the baddest boy but is actually baby and just wants a handie in the library while studying with his oc because she aspires to have those high grades. 

33. no title by @noteguk | s

- bf!jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime.

34. silent treatment by @blu-joons | f

- baby kook asking daddy kook to say sorry to mommy. 10/10 too!

35. getting railed by @dearlytea | s

- getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

36. the view by @koyamuses | s

- jungkook knows exactly what turns you on; every kink, every dirty fantasy that’s buried deep within your mind. he knows exactly how to make you beg for it.

37. let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook | f s

- on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! iloveyou btw!

38. more dilf!jk by @cutechim | s

- oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise. 

39. you are inherently beautiful by @ggukachuwu | f a

- when y/n and jungkook accidentally reveal their relationship to the public because she walked in on him doing a vlive and now netizens and kmedia are tearing apart her appearance because y/n is chubby from struggling with pcos. jungkook takes it upon himself to cheer her up because he absolutely adores her.

40. morning with jk by @min-arya | f

- jungkook drabble of him catching his s/o admiring him in the morning with soft sleepy cuddles.

41. even a forest fire dies out by @9uk | a s

- it became from “grab a coffee with me?” to “why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

42. all that we had by @starlightauroras-writes | a s

- four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. what happens when you do leaves you questioning fate. 

43. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

44. contentment by @btsqualityy | f s 

- oc’s using jk’s card to buy rug and the rest is history. 10/10!!

45. heartbreaker with a heart of gold by  @filmflowersbangtan | a s

- love this!!! you know i love me some angst! 10/10!!!!!

46. the ikea test by @mercurygguk | f

- you and jeongguk face the IKEA test. successfully? sure!

47. before you universe by @ephemeralkookie | // a f s

- jungkook has taken a huge place in your life after he tattooed you, and you can’t even picture how life was before him. he has always been there for you since day one. but how will things change after you find out you’re pregnant?  

48. christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks | s f

-  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

49. last minute by @moononthejoon | f s

- christmas day had gone by, and now you were back home after holidays with your family. your friends had agreed to have a late christmas party, but as always, you and jungkook procrastinated gift buying.

50. you go in knowing bros together by @blu-joons | f

- a cute fluffy knowing at knowing bros moment. 

51. no title by @v-hope | f

- the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation.

52. hair dye by @mercurygguk | f s

- jungkook got his hair dyed while at work. you lose your mind the moment he steps through the door.

53. stay gold by @yeojaa | s

- blond!jk being a good boy?

54. crystal snow by @honeyj00ns | f

- when you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous.

55. 6:21 am by @sincerelyourfangirl | f

- in which he makes your morning extra special.

56. plan b by @btsracket | s

- dressing room quickie, unprotected sex request, use of Plan b pill

57. possession by @bngtanah | s

- jungkook is your boyfriend, sometimes you have to remind him what that means.

58. puffs and touches by @mintseesaw | f s

- “Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up”

59. the quiet things by @btsracket | s

- sleeping bag sex.

60. good boy by @ephemeralkookie | s

- secret, read to find out AHAHAHHA.

61. make it right by @jungkxook | a s

- you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

62. it takes two by @junghelioseok | s

- struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

jimin

1. picking petals by @cutechim | s 

- you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. 

taehyung

1. daddy by @btsracket | f s 

- there’s only one choice when this happens on a date out.

2. love me or we both go down by @gukyi | f s a

- after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

3. saudade by @jiminssthetic | a s f

- a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

4. ineffable by @99liners | f

- boyfriend taehyung takes care of his sick s/o.

5. tease by @caiuscassiuss | s

- you knew you were hot. you saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. and maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under kim taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

6. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

got7

yugyeom

1. yugyeom as you boyfriend by @sunshinekookie | f

- i need more yugyeom fics in my life.

astro

eunwoo

1. rainy say saviour by @imsarahbum | f a

- upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

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[rere-the-writer]

This is like my first time requesting anything so no worries if you cant do it but can i request a smut about Elijah and having a sir kink, just pourlike all the filthiness on it ty😅

Oh hon you bet I am gonna pour all of the filth

Warnings: Smut like all of the Smut

You called Elijah Sir out of anger when he had told you to stay behind when a new threat showed which lead to an argument between you two not thinking it awoke something in Elijah. You were pissed that Hayley got to help as to you she was a baby vampire, hybrid or not. You were 805 years older than Hayley so it pissed you off that Elijah let her help.

"Fine! Let the baby help I'll stay here Sir! Once you're done saving the day and fucking her." You growled angry as Elijah growled a predatory look darken his eyes as there was one thing he hated was you questioning his love for you.

"Watch your tone with me."

"Or what?! Go save the day. I might see you at home."

When Elijah returned home and the rest of the family made themselves scarce when they saw how dark his eyes were and prayed you were going to be alive in the morning.

"Y/N, where are you?" Elijah asked as you didn't answered him when you came out of the bathroom dressed in a silk robe hair wet from your shower. You just glared at Elijah though your vanity mirror as you sat down drying your hair.

"Surprised that you didn't follow after baby vamp." You said venom in your tone as Elijah growled while he understood you were upset but what he didn't understand was why you were being difficult.

"There is nothing between Hayley and I. You know this."

"Really? Then why couldn't I help!?" You growled standing looking at Elijah glaring at him. Elijah took off his suit jacket and tie staring you down.

"Because you are precious to me."

"Please Elijah, I survived 400 years without you. If I am so precious you wouldn't keep me locked away so Hayley could have your time."

Elijah growled deeply as it happened in a blur you were pinned to the bed by Elijah and he was breathing hard as your breathing hitched feeling his hardness pressed against you when he rolled his hips against yours.

"I wish you weren't so damn stubborn."

"Eli....." You were cut off by Elijah crashing his mouth against you making you moan kissing back. You groaned as Elijah wrapped a hand around your thoat as his mouth was trying to mark up your collar bone and the swell of your breast. A shiver ran down your spine feeling his hot breath hit your ear.

"I am going to ruin you." Elijah said his tone husky as it sounded like a promise you shuttered.

"Elijah.....pl." Elijah cut you off squeezing your thoat lightly as his other hand untied your robe.

"It is Sir to you." Elijah said lowly as his mouth came down around one of your breast making you mewl. You had never seen Elijah so dominant before as he was always slow passionate lover with you.

"Sir..." You whimpered as Elijah moved lower gripping your thighs raising them as he spreads them. The sound Elijah pulled from you made him growl against you as his hands moved from your thighs to your hips. You gripped the sheets arching gasping as Elijah buried his face between your thighs and slipping two fingers into you.

"Ah.....fuck!" You moaned as Elijah reached up grabbing one of your breast as his mouth found your clit. It felt every arousing having Elijah be dominant over your body, seemly bending it to how he pleased.

"Just divine." Elijah says pulling away before you could even cum as he stared at you. You were flushed chest heaving and he made you arch as you cried out when he entered two fingers into you. Not giving you time to adjust he moved his fingers watching you writhed under him.

"S....S....Sir.....pl...please." You begged trying to roll your hips but Elijah's other hand held you still watching you come undone with a low moan. Elijah undressed then thrusted into you growling lowly caging you under him. You were shaking as tears falling from your eyes not used to all the pleasure that Elijah was giving you.

"So tight baby." Elijah said moving roughly in you burying his face in your neck as you raked your nails down his back. The sound of skin on skin filled the air mixing with moans and growls.

"S...S...S....Sir.....I....I'm close." You moaned as Elijah moved one of your legs over his shoulder getting deeper as he rubbed your clit with his thumb. You arched let out a silent scream gripping the sheets.

"Let go baby." Elijah said watching you arch off the bed crying out his name as your walls spasming around him while cumming hard. Elijah came with a growl riding out your orgasms.

"Eli ...Eli ....Elijah." You panting flinching when you felt him clean between your legs. Elijah hummed softly leaned down pressing kisses against your skin.

"Yes baby?" Elijah asked pulling you against him as you felt worn out laying on his chest.

"I'm sorry for...being a bitch."

"Baby. You weren't a bitch just upset so I'm sorry for making you feel that way." Elijah tells you kissing your head while running his fingers down your bare back. You relaxed on him falling asleep as Elijah pulled a sheet over you both.

"Love you."

"I love you too baby."

[sluttyminghao]

a different kind of workout | k.sy

w.c: 2k request: yes genre: smut pairing: soonyoung x female!reader contains: semi-public sex, dirty talk (mans gotta filthy mouth), slight nipple play, marking, oral (f.receiving), this is also very unedited i apologise a/n: this is just a pile of filth and i blame it all on kwon soonyoung and this video

When you agreed to go and do a workout at the gym with Soonyoung, you figured he would go nice and easy on you, and make you sweat maybe a little. You figured that it would be a breeze and he would show you the ropes, maybe even do some spotting for each other with the weights and just enjoy each others presence while hyping each other up in the process.

You were wrong. You were so, so very wrong.

With the time of night you both attended the gym, which was quite late in the evening after most had already gone to bed, there were no other signs of life present in the building, not even at the front desk where you signed in. As you walked behind your boyfriend, you took the time to admire his back muscles that were rippling slightly from his movements. His singlet shirt obstructed any more of your view of his delectable body, but you knew that getting to see him workout would highlight those areas you loved even more, and had your mouth watering at the thought.

You headed into the gym room, with all the equipment set up neatly and the room smelling faintly of sweat and metal. You heaved a sigh as you looked around at all of the equipment, your mind wandering off to how some of this equipment even worked. Soonyoung had already found what he was going to be doing, and made a beeline towards his favourite pieces of equipment. 

What you didn't expect, however, was when he had stopped in front of the equipment, his shirt had come off and tossed into his duffel bag, ultimately exposing his entire upper body to you and causing your eyes to almost bulge out of your skull, almost comically. He had been working on his upper body quite a lot recently when he came to the gym, which was evident in his toned abs and biceps that were growing bigger by the week. 

Your gawking didn't go amiss by Soonyoung, who only merely smirked at you with no words spoken and headed straight to the weights table. He picked up a 10kg dumbbell in each hand and began moving them up and down in a steady pace. As you continued to watch his arms move fluidly, you ogled the bulge on his arm, noting a large vein that ran through the muscle. You admired him from afar, slowly setting your own duffel bag down and heading towards the elliptical machine. 

His eyes followed you as you set yourself up on the gym apparatus, his cock twitching when you bent down and he got a nice view of the curve of your ass. As you began to move on the elliptical slowly, a smirk fell upon his lips when he noticed how your boobs bounced inside of your cropped shirt. “That top looks good on you, sweetheart, but maybe you should take it off. We don't want it to get sweaty or anything,” he spoke nonchalantly, moving his hand down so that the weights were now back on the table.

You all but stumbled over your own feet at his sudden comment, your face burning with embarrassment. Luckily he didn't seem to notice, as he had now turned his back to you and moved over towards the pull up bar. Your eyes deceived you however, as they drifted further down on his body, landing directly on his sharp v-line that didn't seem to end. You bit your lip as you watched him stretch out, his muscles contorting and you let out a small moan. God he was so hot.

Your movements on the elliptical machine slowed significantly as he jumped and let his body dangle from the bar, his back muscles even more prominent even though he was hardly doing anything. You kept your eyes trained on his back as he began to push himself up and over the bar, his muscles contracting and moving so deliciously under his skin. The lighting in the gym didn't do you any favours either, only enhancing how beautifully toned he was.

You felt your tongue swipe out across your lips, and it was only then that Soonyoung noticed you in the mirror, and he chuckled. Your trance was broken at his laugh, and it was only then you realized how wet you were, and you couldn't help but to squeeze your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure that was beginning to build up inside of you.

He continued to notice your movements, mainly the way you were shuffling around and moving to lean against the elliptical which had now been long forgotten in your eyes. He did a few more reps on the pull up bar, before he let go and planted his feet on the ground. He whipped around quickly and took fast steps to where you were still leaning against the elliptical, with a large smirk painted on his face.

“You like what you see huh? You haven't been able to take your eyes off of me the entire time we’ve been here,” he commented, his eyes becoming lidded they grazed hungrily over your body, clad with only your crop top and some active shorts. You could hardly find the words to reply to him, your mind becoming clouded with lustful thoughts of your boyfriend.

You were snapped back to reality with Soonyoung’s fingers being pressed firmly  against your jaw, and his dark eyes boring into your own. “I expect you to answer me, sweetheart, or are you too busy thinking about me fucking you right here and now?” His voice was saccharine sweet in comparison to his filthy words, and only made you clench your thighs tighter.

All you could do was nod your head and whimper a little as his grip tightened once more on your jaw, a dark chuckle falling from his lips. “Such a needy girl you are, huh? Don’t you worry, I’m going to take care of you,” he muttered softly into your skin. Before you could say a word to him, his hands had made quick work of your crop top, pulling it over your head and throwing it on top of the elliptical machine. His hands were immediately on your breasts, fondling and caressing your nipples and the skin surrounding it.

“Soonyoung...” you finally whined out, your hands flying up to his hair and tugging on it softly. A soft hiss left his lips at the tugging, and he slammed his lips into yours, his kiss hungry and wanting. He pulled himself away from your lips seconds later, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you as he moved. When he was fully standing, he pulled your hand up so that you would stand also, his body flush against yours. He wasted no time pulling your shorts down your legs, exposing your wetness and throbbing pussy to the air and his eyes. 

He groaned at the sight of your pussy, which made him immediately bend down so that he was situated on his knees and spread your thighs apart, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “So beautiful, i cant wait to fuck you, but first, I need a taste of this sweet pussy of yours” he spoke against your skin, leaving light kisses on the tops of your thighs. You pushed your hand further into his hair, a louder whine escaping your lips from his teasing.

“Stop...teasing...” you whispered, your eyes scrunching shut as you felt his tongue sweep across your inner thighs, collecting the juices that had been spread across them. Without warning, his tongue poked out and licked a flat stripe up your folds, an appreciative hum coming from his mouth while a broken moan escaped yours.

“M-more please!” You managed to squeak out between his quick tongue movements, making Soonyoung chuckle and spread your legs even further apart, and he began a steady pace alternating between licking and sucking on your folds, and loving how your legs were beginning to shake from his tongue alone. 

You couldn't help but open your eyes to peek at your boyfriend between your legs, his platinum blond mop of hair the only thing you could see until he looked up at you briefly with a cheeky grin. His chin was covered in your juices, and you felt your face burn up out of sheer embarrassment, before you were shoving his head back down between your thighs so that you could reach your high.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart, maybe you taste even sweeter because we might get caught here?” He spoke briefly, his tongue dipping to poke at your entrance. You yelped at his action, and a lewd moan left your lips when he repeated the action over and over, the familiar tension in your abdomen from your incoming orgasm building up inside of you.

He chuckled at how needy you had become in such a short span of time, before he was removing his tongue from you and wiping his hand over his lips, sucking up the excess juices. You whined in annoyance and felt your entrance clenching around nothing, but you didn't have time to complain to him when you felt his erection prod at your entrance.

“You’re such a needy little slut, only want my cock huh? You can’t even go a few hours without it, we’re having sex in a fucking gym because you can't stop ogling at my body,” he spoke through gritted teeth, pushing himself inside of your tight entrance. Your fingers clawed at his lean shoulders, a lascivious moan escaping your lips at the feeling.

His filthy words bounced around in your mind constantly, alongside his quick thrusts that made your eyes roll back in your head. The adrenaline was pumping through both of you in high amounts, at the thought of possibly being caught and how you were doing it in such a public and open space. Soonyoung’s thrusts began to pick up speed once more, his moans becoming louder the closer he got to his orgasm.

Your mind was so clouded with lustful thoughts and of Soonyoung fucking you in a gym, that you didn't even register him leaning down and sucking on your neck, leaving light bruises to bloom on your skin. When he was satisfied with his work, he chuckled and ran a hand through your hair, tugging at your roots so that you would make eye contact with him.

“God you’re so fucking tight, and you keep clenching around me and sucking me in...your pussy is made for me, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his hips beginning to stutter. You could feel the tension in your abdomen about to snap, and your whines grew higher in pitch and drove Soonyoung to his brink, his cum beginning to spill inside of you.

As he painted your walls white with his cum, he moved one of his shaky hands down to your clit and rubbed it quickly and roughly, sending you into a mind-blowing orgasm that made your back arch and your eyes roll. Soonyoung’s chest swelled with pride at the sight of you all fucked out on his cock, your breathing heavy and skin glistening with sweat.

Once you had come back from your high, you noticed Soonyoung had already redressed himself and was bringing out a towel from his bag, walking back over to you and wiping the towel over your skin gently. “Well, that was a different kind of workout wasn't it?”

You could only grin at him as you began to redress, pulling your top over your head and smoothing out your shorts. “You could say that, but were you really complaining? You got to fuck me in a gym,” you countered, his cheeks glowing pink at your statement and turning away from you.

“It was very fun, I’ll admit that, I just hope that no-one has to look at the cctv cameras unless they really want to enjoy a show,” Soonyoung chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked out into the cool night breeze.

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Sangyeon - Captive

cop! Sangyeon x crime boss! fem! reader

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), dubious consent, slight degradation, sub!Sangyeon

Submissive Sangyeon is a kink I never knew I had. JK I definitely have a thing for turning dominant-seeming men into little darling subbies. Welp, I hope you enjoy this filth I put together in 3 hours.

Sangyeon's an undercover cop trying to bust you and your crew. Things don't go entirely according to plan.

Sangyeon awoke with a start, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. His wrists are chained to the wall and he is completely naked except for his underwear. He starts to get angry, shaking his chains to try to loosen them.

"You'd best not do that, officer. One wrong move and it'll cut off your blood circulation." A sickeningly sweet voice cuts through the darkness and Sangyeon whips his head around, trying to find you. A light turns on, and dimly illuminates your figure. Sangyeon growls and tugs at his restraints again.

"Let me go," Sangyeon growled. "Or you're gonna regret it." You laugh airily. "Actually I think you're going to regret it if I let you go." His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Darling, if you leave, you're gonna miss out on a lot of fun," you bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. "Don't touch me," he spits. You shrug nonchalantly, walking back to the table.

"Fine. I won't touch you." You retrieve a vibrator and walk back towards him with a devilish grin. Sangyeon widens his eyes in horror at what you're wielding and begins to protest.

"No, no stop, what are you- ahh!" He yelps as you press the vibrator into his cockhead that's leaking through his tight, white briefs. The wet patch of fabric that has turned translucent grows as Sangyeon gushes more precum from the stimulation. He thrashes around, chains clanging as he begs for you to stop. You ignore his cries and continue to run the vibrator up and down his impressive length.

You pull away the vibrator for a moment and watch as he bucks his hips forward, chasing that delicious sensation. You laugh, slapping him on the thigh, which elicits a pained moan. "You keep telling me to stop, but it seems like you don't actually want me to. Make up your mind, silly officer."

You continue to mock him by pressing the vibrator against his cock for a second, then removing it, and repeating it over and over until he actually starts terafully whining in frustration. You laugh at his misery, sneering at him, "Big, scary officer turning into a whiny little bitch? Pathetic." You take away the vibrator and grab his balls harshly, making him howl in pain.

You grope him through his drenched briefs and he starts to welcome the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. He hates that he enjoys being tortured by you, a criminal he had sworn to take down, but he can't deny that you were hot, and that this situation was wonderfully wrong on so many levels. But since he was trapped here, might as well enjoy it right?

Sangyeon snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you switch the vibrator on with a click. He looks down at your devilish smirk and watches as you pull the waistband of his briefs open, only to shove the vibrator into his underwear, right between his balls and cock, before snapping the elastic back into place. His whole body jolts and he starts trembling from the intense stimulation in such a sensitive area.

The chains around his wrists clang as he thrashes around, hips canting up wildly, desperate for release. You stand back to admire your masterpiece. He's flushed red all over, teary eyes screwed shut, drool spilling from his lips as he shamelessly moaned, toes curling in pleasure. He's calling your name, begging you for something, anything. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, all he knows is that he wants is to cum.

And he does, spilling hot semen into his soaked briefs, some of it spurting through the fabric and landing on the floor with the force of his orgasm. He screams in pain and pleasure as the vibrations continue to overstimulate him and his blushing cock just keeps pulsing out more and more cum. He begs you to make it stop, knees nearly buckling from exhaustion.

You pretend to think for a moment, and you decide to give a him a little break. You walk over to him and wrench the vibrator from his ruined underwear and switch it off. He sobs in relief and his body goes slack, slinking against the wall, panting harshly. You look at the cum that's covering the head of the vibrator, and dip your tongue in it to taste. You hum at the bittersweet taste of your archenemy, the man who had made the past few months so difficult for you, ruining every operation you tried to initiate.

You continue to lick his cum off the vibrator as you bask in your victory. You finally broke him. You adored how small and pathetic he looked after just one round of torture playtime. He hung his head in shame, body still twitching occasionally with aftershocks from his orgasm. You take your panties off, which had been getting progressively wetter as you were extremely aroused by watching Sangyeon come undone.

You walk over to him and undo his chains, making him fall to the ground on his knees. He looks up at you in surprise, his dark brown orbs filled with confusion. You grip his hair harshly and he whines, as you slowly hitch up the bottom of your dress, exposing your slick folds. He licks his lips nervously, his confusion slowly turning into excitement. He eyes your pussy and glances back up to meet your intense gaze.

"You didn't think we're actually done, did you? Why do you get to cum and I don't?" You smile sinisterly down at him. He gulps, readying himself for what's to come. Somewhere along the way he lost his inhibitions and was overcome with the desire to please you. He calls your name in a whisper. Your smile widens, and his chest swells. He wants to see you smile more. He wants to impress you. He wants to pleasure you.

You move to stand over him, legs spread and your pussy dripping tantalizingly before his eyes. You nod at him, and he dives in to lick at your folds ravenously, as if the sweet taste of your juices would quench the burning thirst within him. You let out a moan, gripping his sweaty locks even tighter, pushing his face into your cunt. He sucks hard on your clit, he kisses your folds, he thrusts his tongue into your tight hole and makes a filthy mess, complete with wet, squelching sounds.

You grind onto his face as he continues to tongue-fuck you, breathy moans spilling from your own lips. His hands come up to grab your ass, pulling you impossibly closer so he can thrust his tongue deeper into you. You feel a familiar sensation building in your tummy and pull him away, a line of spit trailing from his lips to your clit.

He looks up at you, dazed. Was he not doing well enough? Before he could ask, you push him down to lay on his back and rip his briefs off and start pumping his half-hard cock. He was getting aroused again just by making out with your pussy and you smile at the thought. You rub your folds up and down his length, slicking him up with your juices. He watches you in excitement, hands coming up to rest on your waist. He guides you to seat yourself on his dick, both of you moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight, wet heat.

Once he bottomed out, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, which he accepts hungrily. "Make me cum," you commanded him simply. He begins to thrust up into you, and you bounce on his dick, meeting his thrusts halfway each time. The sounds of moans and wet skin slapping fill the cavernous room, echoing off the walls. He groans at the sight of your tits bouncing in his face and he pulls you down so he can suck on your nipples. He's got one hand on your ass and the other is groping your tits and pinching your nipples.

You moan loudly at the pinches, licks and twists he's giving to your hard nipples, loving the way your body makes him go cross-eyed in pleasure. He's moaning intermittently around your breasts too, his hips continuously pistoning into your pussy once he'd found that sweet spot. He mumbles that he's getting close again, and you wrap a hand around his throat.

"Make me cum first, then you can cum inside me." He nods furiously, giving his all into fucking you, chasing both your orgasms. You let him take control of the pace, burying your face in his neck as he pounds into you, breathlessly chanting your name in praises. Fuck you feel so good, so tight and wet, you're driving me crazy, my cock feels like it'll burst, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise and you scream in pleasure, choking Sangyeon unintentionally. His hips stutter and he cums for the second time that night, the pressure around his throat pushing him over the limit. He grinds up into you, filling you up with his seed. He moans lowly as he rides his orgasm out with you, holding you close.

The room is silent, save for the sounds of both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. He kisses you on your shoulder with a dazed, fucked out look on his face, and you stifle a giggle. You stroke his hair as a means of assuring him that he did well, before getting up and off his dick. Your dress was soaked with sweat and his cum dribbled out of your abused cunt and down your thighs. Your knees were a little wobbly but you managed to stand in your high heels.

You start to walk away and he panickedly calls after you, legs too jelly to even attempt to stand. You shoot him a look over your shoulder, calling out "It was fun, you did so well. Unfortunately that's all for tonight." He scrambles to sit up, but you're already too far away for him to crawl after. He's protesting and spluttering in panic as you give him a little wave before slamming the door shut, leaving him alone in the darkness, covered in sweat and filth.

As you walk away, you hear him wail in despair, and you smirk triumphantly. Serves you right, officer.

[spxcesoul]

DATING THE HOTEL STAFF HEADCANNONS

notes -> this is a joke but if this blows up n mcmaster sees it everyones gonna have to chip in for my therapy bills cause the mental tole itll take on me will be the final thing to make me fall into the fucking abyss an ill never recover from it

Lobby Boy

- oh god

- oh god how

- how the fuck did he land a s/o? no one knows

- he doesnt shower, yer either gonna have to teach him or get use to it

- sUPER clingy in all his existence hes never been shown true affection

- hug him and he will mElt n constantly want hugs

- doesnt outright say he wants it

- he will look at you than back at the floor like a dog silently begging for chips

- its pathetic

- but cute

- will gift you trinkets he stole off the corpses of the guests

- hotel likes to tease him and trap lb in his closet away from you

- hotel might also try to kill you to make lb suffer

- manager is genuinly happy for lb but is weary since hes so sensitive

- if you make lb cry from anything other than pathetically adorable happiness over the smallest things expect her to escort you to a room

- if you dont work in the hotel sometimes she lets you take lb out of it for dates

- bring her back a gift (or else)

Manager

- shes so fucking stressed out

- please rub her shoulders n tell her shes doing a good job

- hold her hand n kiss her knuckles her hands cramp from clenching the guest book so hard

- write her name for her, she has extreme fear of writing it down from working at the hotel so long

- she cries alot when you two are alone

- dont say anything

- just hold her close

- run your hands through her hair

- let her breakdown in your arms and help pick her up

- she needs it

- in turn shes super attentive to what you need

- always leaving sticky notes of encouragement on your stuff

- bring her a mcdonalds black coffee n a mcmuffin and she will propose to you right there

- if you two live in a room in the hotel together durning the blank times (its very rare) always cover all the mirrors for her

- she cant stand how gross she looks

- she works with death every day but it makes her stomach churn watching herself contort

- tell her shes pretty

- gift her pearls even if theyr fake she adores them

Owner

- how? and why???

- why would you want this???

- have some self respect bro

- he makes you fill out a fucking application to date him

- takes him 6 weeks to get back to you

- because there were no other candidates you were hired

- will not show affection for the first few months

- dont touch him

- pre marital handholding is a sin

- if by some grace of the hotel herself owner starts to like you hes gonna show his affection by letting you into his office

- touch n o t h i n g

- dont speak to him

- just sit on the lil chair he dragged over n watch him work

- bring something to do its gonna get boring

- if he values you enough to be in his space while hes working than clearly yer doing something right

- if he REALLY likes you yer gonna get some hand crocheted item

- if any of the other staff asked where you got it say you bought it

- he will kILL you if you out his secret hobby

- hotel doesnt mess with you as much as if you were dating lb

- he gets to pissy if she does n while its funny its never as funny as messing with lb

- speaking of lb nEVER speak to him infront of owner

- he will pop a blood vessel

- man will not speak to you for a month he hates lb that much

- doesnt want lbs "filth" rubbing off on you