#Yo-Yo’s hard thoughts 🥀

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ONE DATE - CHOI BEOMGYU - NSFW

Beomgyu x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut

Warning list: kinda brat tamer! beomgyu x kinda brat! reader (there’s isn’t much emphasis), private in public, fingering! F receiving, pet names (Sweetheart, pretty girl), mention of withheld orgasm, I don’t think there is anything else- let me know if I missed something.

Word count: 2,169

Summary: Beomgyu was desperate since the day he saw your face, and to get you he’d decided a pick up line MUST work— right?

A/N: this is my entry for @matchaxmatcha ‘s Valentine’s Day event! I hope you all enjoy!

Every day without fail he stood there, in front of the counter with another dumb pick up line, followed by a question.

"if you were a vegetable you'd be a cutecumber!" He smiles at you, a smile you'd grown to love. Then he says the question "will you let me take you out on a date?".

The wording of the question had changed over the weeks from "go on a date with me", "please go on a date with me", to fairly recently "let me go on a date with you please". It was cute in a way, that he wanted to go out with you so badly that he changed the wording to make it more special.

You remember the first time you'd seen him. The bell on the door clung charmingly as he entered, and you looked up from your book and smiled at him "good evening". It was how you greeted everyone who entered. But this time you were caught of guard, it wasn't an older person waking into the small bookshop like normal, no, it was a man, seemingly your age. His hair was fairly long, enough to tuck behind his ears, his eyes were a deep pretty brown, and his smile, oh his smile. He caught your eye instantly. He smiled back at you, lips curving beautifully, "good evening right back at you!".

You were hoping he'd continue to speak to you , but he didn't, he opened his phone and seemingly scrolled. Normally you'd go back to your book but instead you pulled out your phone and opened the camera to check you looked at least okay. Noticing your hair looks messy you put your phone down and began tying your hair back up, hands in your hair, bobble gently between your lips. And suddenly he peeks out from a bookcase and speaks "hey there-" he paused, looking at you for a second then chuckled and continued as you rushed to tie your hair "I was wondering if you could help me find a book. It's for my friend. He told me it was called 'before the coffee goes cold'."

Finally done with your hair you smiled at him, leaving the counter "oh yep, we definitely have it. Do you know if he's looking for the first of the series or a different number?" You questioned, making sure you did your very best.

Shrugging, he pulled out his phone with a swift movement and called his friend "here, Soobin, you speak to this lovely bookstore lady" and then he hands you his phone with a smile. You bashfully took it "hello?" You mutter. And the man on the other end sighs "hello, sorry about him, he's stupid. Do you have the stock of the full series of before the coffee goes cold? I don't want them all now, only the first, but if I like the first I want to know I could get the others" he explains.

You giggle lightly "yup, we have the full set. Your friend here can buy number one today and I'll put the others on hold. What name do you want me to put them under?" You questioned.

The man you knew was called Soobin chuckled to himself "thank you so much. Can you put them under Choi Beomgyu please". That certainly wasn't his name, but if that's what he wanted.

"Of course, have a lovely day, and I hope you enjoy the book" you tell him, as if you were serving him in the shop.

Handing the phone back to the man infront of you he said bye to his friend then gazed up at you. "So? What did he decide?" He asked, genuinely curious.

You began walking to where the set was and you heard him follow behind you "he wants the first one today. And I'm putting the rest of the set on hold for him" you explained grabbing up the four books and taking them to the till.

There you continued to serve the man and he made small talk. "What's your name then?" He questioned, watching as you wrapped up the first book so prettily. "I'm (L/N) (Y/N), and you?". He smiles at you, that fucking gorgeous smile "Choi Beomgyu. You have a pretty name". You suddenly realized what Soobin was up to, he was planning on sending his clueless friend in every time he wanted a book, but why?

You wrote him name on the paper and put it on top of the remaining stack and moved it to the side as you charged him and handed him the book. By the time he left he knew: how old you were, your name, that you had a cat, that you loved working here. And you were sure, with his curiosity he'd know more on his next visit.

And he did, each week he visited for a new book for Soobin, and each week slowly became every other day, which quickly became every day, with pick up lines, and the invite for a date.

As much as accepting his offer excited you, teasing him was so much more fun. You liked that he was adamant, and by this point you would call him a friend.

Until today, where everything became different. He normally came in midday, most likely after he's done something else, attended a class, worked his shift? You weren't really sure, that was something you meant to ask. But today he payed his daily visit in the evening right before the shop was meant to close, a minute before the shop was meant to close.

The door chimes with the usual bell, and you inwardly groaned at an annoying customer, until you looked up and realised it wasn't a customer, it was only Beomgyu. "What do you want Beomgyu?" You smiled at him, moving past to lock the shop door so nobody else could come in. Then you began tidying up, accepting that he wouldn't leave anytime soon.

He smiles at you "you. I want you." He muttered, knowingly loud enough for you to hear it. You smacked him around the shoulder lightly with a book, then moved down the aisle to put it back where it belongs. "Don't be so suggestive Beomgyu~ I haven't even said yes to the date yet". And you knew the second that you'd said 'yet' you'd screwed yourself over.

As you slotted the book back where it belongs he chuckles, an obvious smirk in the sound. "Yet? Oooo~ I knew you wanted me too. Do you want me to go about my normal routine or do you want to just say yes now?" He teased.

You continued to put the books away, him following shortly behind you. You giggled "no, do indulge me Beomgyu... I want to know how bad it'll be today."

He chuckled and spoke "Are you a basketball hoop? Because I'd love to put my balls in your basket.".

You spun around a deadpanned "What is that even meant to mean Gyu?". At first you belived Beomgyu was genuinely coming up with them, but now you were sure his search history was full of ‘best pick up lines’, ‘pick up lines that get a girl’, ‘pick up lines that work’. You had no doubt in your mind

He chuckled at you and took a few steps closer "Whatever you want it to mean, sweetheart". There was a daring look in his eyes as he looked down at your lips, the thought of kissing you crossing his mind several times in the span of a second.

You caught yourself thinking the same thing, you wanted to feel him, to be with him, to finally say yes to him. "Yes, okay yes I'll go on a date with you!" You borderline shout, and instead of kissing you he teased "I knew you'd say yes one day! I'm so-"

"Shut the fuck up, and kiss me you idiot!". You cut him off, grabbing his shirt in your fist and pulling him towards you, the distance mere centimeters at this point.

Beomgyu had been trying to do this for atleast 3 months, He wasn't going to say no now. So he met you half way, hands finding their place on your waist as your lips pressed together so desperately. It was pure lust, pure desire, you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. He was driving you crazy each day, but you were too stubborn to say yes, it was just too fun making him work for it. But now, lord, now you have him.

Your hands slid into his long hair, tugging gently on his locks and feeling him groan into the kiss. His hands slowly climbed from your hips under your top, your bare skin burning under his touch. The way he felt against you was more than you could’ve ever asked for, it was electric, like he was the one for you. Nobody has ever made you feel the way Beomgyu does.

He begun walking you backwards, hands running higher under your shirt until he got to your chest. Your back slammed into the bookshelf and Beomgyu chuckled as a book fell off “gonna have to clean that up pretty girl~”.

You ran one hand from Beomgyu’s hair down his chest and to his belt as you spoke “mhmm~ gonna have to clean you up aswell”.

Beomgyu had never had someone come back at him with the energy he was giving, but he loved it. He couldn’t wait to rip that energy out of you by fucking you dumb. He’d make you the perfect little toy tonight. “Dream on sweetheart” he chuckled, head falling to your neck to kiss messy marks down your soft supple skin.

His fingers rolled your nipples between his fingers, pulling moans from you as you tried to undo his belt. You were pathetic, not even being able to undo his belt, it was almost cute. Beomgyu released one of your boobs and pushed his hand under your small skirt, hand landing between your legs on your clothed cunt.

“I’m gonna make such a mess of you, right here where you work-“ he chuckled against your neck, sucking a soft red mark into your skin right after. You gave up on Beomgyu’s belt as soon as he begun pushing your panties to the side to rub your clit. His fingers slid in between your folds collecting your desire and dragging it to your clit. He drew small circles on you, slowly but steadily, whilst his other hand continued to play with your tits. Small whimpers fell from your lips, so pathetic and so cute. Beomgyu loved it-

You body felt hot, and you needed him, needed to really feel him. “Gyu please, wan’ more”, you stuttered the words out over your whines. In return beomgyu smirked, a stupid cocky smirk. You loved it.

His hand falls from your tit and grabs your leg and holds it up at his waist so he can get to your pussy better. “You need more pretty girl? Then beg for me” he teased, stopping his ministrations on your cunt entirely.

You nearly sobbed at the loss of contact “please Gyu, please, I need you - I need more- I wanna cum” you babbled, hands gripping his shirt tightly, pulling him closer to you.

“As you wish then sweetheart” he smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips as his fingers slid to your dripping hole, squeezing around nothing at the thought of him. He thrusted his fingers into you, your tightness making it difficult for him to even move his fingers, and god he became desperate for you. Couldn’t wait to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around him, you’d make him feel so good.

He set a pace with his fingers, brutally bringing you closer and closer to a high as moans ripped from you. He looked at your face and wondered what you’d look like when you came, would you be as beautiful as normal- or better? Flushed a pretty pink, lips swollen, sweat dripping… god he’d want you all over again. Or would you look better if he denied you of your orgasm? Eyes wide in shock as you looked at him and begun begging, pushing yourself onto him more. Ahhh- he couldn’t decide.

You clenched around him and he chuckled at you “wanna cum sweetheart? Wanna cum on my fingers?” He teased you. You nodded aggressively at his words, and gripped his shoulders tightly, trying to keep yourself balanced. “Gyu please- gonna cum- please-“ you begged subconsciously, not even aware of the words falling from your lips.

Only a few more thrusts of his fingers and you had cum all over then. Wetness dripping down your thighs, body twitching as he continued to fuck you through it, head thrown against the bookcase as you tried to catch your breath.

You looked perfect- and he couldn’t wait to make you do that all over again on his cock.

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No good 🥀 (the raid drabble)

750 words, dark!Javi x f!reader | the raid I8+, angst (javi is the worst), smut, captivity. Ty Aly!! 🖤🫶 @iamasaddie

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Javi gets home late, unbuttoning his shirt on his way in. He takes it off and throws it in the laundry before approaching. When he uncuffs you, there's a waft of unfamiliar perfume that makes your heart drop. It's an awful feeling that he'll fuck anyone but you. There are moments you feel worthless and unworthy. Why did he take you if he was going to be like this? He says one day he’ll do it, but if he really wanted to, it's hard to understand all his restraint. It's a foreign concept to you. You try not to cry, but can't help it. Javi showers, and when the water turns off, you try to dry your eyes. He puts on sleep shorts and joins you in bed, spooning you. He cups your breast and his voice is low with lust. “I thought about you. . .mi putita” (my little slut). He nuzzles his nose against the nape of your neck, then adds, quieter, “favorita” (my favorite little slut).

You sniffle, and he turns on a dim bedside lamp. He pulls you onto your back. He props his head up in one hand and leans with his chest against you. He brushes a tear off your cheek and his brow furrows. His voice is soothing: “It's okay.” You're grateful he doesn't ask what's wrong. “I'm proud of you, sweetheart. You're doing great.” Your heart flutters.

He backs up and takes the covers off you. Then he gets between your legs and puts them over his shoulders. He gets close enough to feel his breath on your cunt, then he plants a kiss on your most sensitive place. You let out a soft moan. You're aching to have him.

He looks up at you, and the little cross on his gold chain swings forward, hitting your clit. You flinch at the contact of metal.

“Already?” He asks, then dips his head again. “So needy,” he murmurs to your cunt. He licks a wide stripe from your taint to the apex of your folds, then flicks his tongue. He stops, licks your clit slower, then seals his lips and sucks. He laps at your dripping seam again before returning his attention to your clit. You whine, “mmm” and your hips lift into his mouth. His mustache brushes your skin. He teases your entrance with his tongue, then it plunges into you.

He rubs your clit with his nose as he fucks you with his tongue. You twitch around him and he moans, “Mmm.” The vibration of his voice makes the tension swell deep in your belly. You whimper, and he moves his mouth back to your clit, replacing his thumb but leaving his right hand to rest on your mound and lower belly.

He lifts his face only to bring his left hand to your pussy and run two fingers through your folds. He watches you darkly and reaches for your breast as he nudges your wet hole then pushes in a finger, followed by a second. His mouth returns to kiss your pussy, with tongue, as his fingers move at an accelerating pace. His right palm lightly squeezes your breast

You're already teetering on the edge of bliss when his thick digits nudge that spot inside you. You whine and moan as you surrender to the climax. Your walls clench pitifully around nothing. He laps up your arousal, then rests his head on your inner thigh for a moment, watching you. When you finish, he lifts his head and smoothes his mustache. He crawls up the bed, and you turn onto your side.

“Thanks,” you mumble, and it feels pathetic.

He settles in behind you, and his dick is hard. You ache so badly for it, and you’re so hurt, you can't help but sniffle.

“It's okay,” he says, barely above a whisper.

You can't stop yourself from arguing. “I'm not your favorite. You would use your favorite.”

He’s silent for a few moments, then calmly asks, “are you asking me to use you?”

Your face heats up. You can't exactly say no, so you go for it. “Yeah.”

“Aww, pobrecita (poor little girl). . .have some self respect, baby.”

He pushes his hard dick against you, then lifts his head to press his lips against your temple for a moment before settling back in with a hand on your tit.

You mutter, “I dunno how you can go to sleep like that.” He starts to pull his hand away from your breast, but you stop him with your hand on his wrist.

“Some people have self control,” he answers. “You will too, someday.”

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༺ ♱✮♱ ¨:·Something Stupid- Chapter 1·:¨ ♱✮♱ ༻

A/N- Hey everyone! I hope you guys are doing well. This story is a longer series of Lucifer Morningstar x reader where you’re Adam’s third wife. This story will have roughly 10 official chapters, but there will be shorter fillers which will be labelled as [previous chapter number].5. 

I also made a playlist in honour of this fanfiction :D

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As you use your wings to sweep down to the sultry streets of Hell, you frantically look around for any stray troops, for them to tell you everything. Anything. 

“Where is this gods be darned hotel,” You think to yourself, along with other incoherent and unfinished thoughts.

But it all connects back to one hanging thought in the back of your mind.

Heaven is a Lie.

What happened to all that “Killing is bad” and “Murder is sin” bullshit that they preached?

This is a genocide. 

All of these demons, from young to old, didn’t do anything wrong, (well atleast, not in this moment)

Is it that hard for Adam to see? 

He’s been feeding you these utter lies this entire time? This news was a bombshell on you at the meeting when that lovely young girl, Charlie was pitching her idea.

Speaking of bombs, a piercing and explosive sound emits from the other side of the city.

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As you traverse the debris of the crumbling city, you spot two familiar faces amongst the face of fire.

One of which that you despised ever since that meeting.

Lute.

The other had her back faced towards the lieutenant. Her horns protruded from her scalp and her long blonde hair billowing in the breeze, unaware that Lute was about to strike. 

“LUTE, NO!” You put yourself in the face of the Angelic weapon, your wings disarming the troop general to avoid her striking down Charlie.

“Y/N? What in the actual living fuck are you doing here?” 

“I should be the one asking the questions here,” You point an accusing finger into the general’s chest. 

“Where’s Adam? I need to have a serious discussion with him. If you see any other troops, tell them to stand down,” 

“You’re not my bos-”

“I said. Stand. The. Fuck. Down. NOW!” You stare Lute down, and she glares at you back. 

She doesn’t say anything, but you could see her biting her tongue.

You turn to Charlie.

“Charlie, come on, we gotta go!”

“But, I- I don’t understand, why are you he-”

“Just trust me on this one okay? Go and make sure no one is in imminent danger. I will handle my husband myself,”

The Princess looks up at you, eyes flooded with admiration, trust, and hope as you soar back into action.

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You swoop in and out of  shattered buildings in fruitless attempts to find Adam amidst the screams and battle cries of both Angels and Demons.

“Adam? ADAM?!” You screech into the crimson sultry sky. 

Another explosive pierces through the sky from not far where you were barely a minute ago.

“Ugh, Lute I swear,” You mutter under your breath and your attention is quickly turned to two shadows attacking each other. You look overhead and see two figures; one of them is adorned with a priest’s garments (obviously, Adam), and the other… well…

Does not have a definable shape whatsoever. 

One moment, it has taken the form of a bird, and the next it has the figure of a snake.

One thing never changed though, a sporting white top hat stayed gracefully on his head in each form.

This ever changing specimen seems to be teasing your partner. 

“Adam? Haven’t seen ya since Eden,” He maneuvered between all of Adam’s punches.

“Gotta say, it really seems like you’ve let yourself go,”

Adam scoffs. 

“You, Lucifer, judging me? You’re the most hated being in all of gods be damned creation!”

Ah, that makes much more sense now.

The shape-shifting demon, finally setting on a figure, with a smirk, almost nonchalant expression on his face.

Dodging the First Man’s bolts of angelic power, Lucifer still doesn’t relent with the tomfoolery.

“Well, your first wife didn’t seem to hate what I had to offer,” He places his index and middle gloved digits between his lips and drags them downwards, his snake tongue between them.

Ooof, that’s gotta hurt.

Well it definitely did. On Lucifer’s end that is for sure. One of Adam’s blows finally managed to hit him, knocking him backwards, and inadvertently knocking you out of your trance.

Fuck, you were supposed to be stopping this.

“ADAM!” Your husband turns to face you, looking from the ground, dumbfounded.

“Y/n?! What the actual fuck are you doing down here?”

“Why is everyone asking me that?!” You draw in a breath, irritated.

Just get to the point.

“Tell your little army to stop. Playtime’s over,”

Adam descends down to you, with disagreement written all over his face.

“Nah,” He smirks.

“What the FUCK do you mean ‘Nah?’ What are you, 10?” 

“Yeah, 10 inches deep in you,” 

Your face distorts into a one of disdain. Marrying is probably one of the worst decisions you made.

“You don’t need to make this any harder than it needs to be,” Then it clicked. An utterly vile, but devious idea struck your mind.

“Dear Adam,” you hum, layering on the most seductive voice you can. Both Adam and Lucifer look at you, both confused at your quick change of tone.

Well this is going to be the most embarrassing 30 seconds of your life.

Alas, you carry yourself with a more fluid demeanor, as his eyes follow you. Though as stupid as he is, he isn’t going to fall for your tricks that easily.

You snuggle up to him, your hand gently caressing his upper thigh, reaching right where the source of all manhood was. Stroking not only his dick, but his ego as well, which you were really going for.

You whisper in his ear. 

“Come back home darling~ you need some time to rest, hm?” You let your fingers circle around his tip. “I’ve been waiting for you for a while now~”

He smirks. Bingo. 

“Fine, but I’ll be waiting for you at home, love,” He says with a wild grin.

“Lovely,” you say through smiling teeth.

Though behind that smile, there is absolutely nothing worthy of mentioning.

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“Well, I sincerely apologise for my husband’s behaviour. Honestly, I would have stopped him sooner if I found out,” You bow to the group of demons.

Utter despair is written on the entire group’s faces. 

“What’s the matter? I know your hotel has been blown to bits, but at least everyone here is safe,” your tone is uncertain.

“Right?”

Charlie is the first to pipe up to speak.

“Sir, Pentious- he-,” Her voice cracks.

“Oh honey,” you turn to try and comfort her with your wings, though abruptly interrupted by a threatening cough from Lucifer, who was behind you.

You want to comfort the Princess of Hell, but you decide against it and turn to face the group. 

“I just want to say, before leaving, that I am on your side. I know Heaven is the real enemy and I will try to aid in any possible way, though right now I have to be going,” You look at each demon in turn, Lucifer for last, as he gives you a once over, as though you’ve intrigued him in some way.

“Well, erh, farewell. For now?” You give Charlie a tentative squeeze on the arm, and give Vaggie an acknowledging nod, which was returned.

As you spread your wings and soar back to heaven, you come to the realisation of what you’re gonna have to do when you get home.

Or rather, who…

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Word count- 1,229

[angsty-twihardxx]

Hi🥀,

I was wondering if you can write Tommy has reader sit in front of a mirror and Tommy is behind reader. He decides to finger reader in front of the mirror while having reader being forced to watch themselves by holding reader by the throat. He makes them come a couple of time and the reader squirts to. Also, he praises reader a lot, does nipple play, a lot of neck kisses, and giving reader hickey’s

A/N: This drove me insaaaane, I just had to do it to em, I’ve added this to a lil series with inexperienced reader. It can be read as its own stand alone fic, bit it also works as a sequel to the first, Riding Lessons.

Anyway I hope this tames you horny beasts, plz feel free to send me some more smut ideas/requests for this sexy Texan. No use of y/n. My apologies if this is crap, I’m just built that way ig *shrugs

Warnings: 18+ (minors go play Fortnite or sm) smut obvi, fingering, reader squirts good for her. Idk if this is deserves a warning but reader is very new to sex, but its okay because Tommy is very reassuring. Mentions of body issues, talk of not feeling good enough that kinda jazz. But again don’t worry Tommy makes ya feel good. Ya‘lol are beautiful and ily

P.S: My computer decided to die so we have to do this on mobile so wish me luck x

EYES ON ME | T.MILLER

*his lil smirk*

You thought that maybe you were having a panic attack by how tight your chest felt, your heart was beating way faster than you usually would first thing in the morning. Sitting up you wiped the thin layer of precipitation off your head, which usually only ever happened when you had a nightmare, which you definitely did not have.

Your thighs vibrated at the memory of your dream from before, Tommy’s warm grip that scratched against the soft doughy skin of your hips. His touch on you was hard, the polar opposite to what he had been the entirety of your relationship.

You didn’t realise how much you missed it, his thick fingers digging into you as he rocked your hips along his clothed thigh. Even though it had been nearly a week since the night of your first orgasm, it was all that you could think about. The way that your entire body shook as you were completely overwhelmed with pleasure, you wanted Tommy to make you feel like that again.

After stretching you rolled around to see his beautiful freckled face, but instead you were met with his cold pillow. The frown that began forming on your forehead weakened at the small crinkled piece of paper with his handwriting on it. ‘In town for breakfast, see you there.’

. . .

The morning air was still frosty despite the warm glow from the sun on your face and shoulders. Even though you were wrapped up in thick jackets, including one of Tommy’s very own button downs, you were still freezing. You found Tommy sitting on an old bench in front of large dining hall as he waited for you, his hands sat in his pockets as he turned to see you walking towards him. His moustache tipping upwards, returning your curt wave with a wide smile.

Everything just felt easier with him now, there was no sexual tension that was always weighing heavy on your shoulders every time he was around you. Not that there was any pressure ever with him, it was only ever pressure that you placed. On yourself out of fear.

There was no longer a voice in your head that pressured you into doing anything out of fear of being left for someone more experienced. None of that mattered now because the two of you were happy, you were happy. Even though you hadnt ‘gone all the way’, you still felt comfortable knowing that he would guide you.

His arm moved to wrap around your shoulders as you dropped down in the empty spot beside him, using his arm to pull you into his chest he pressed a soft kiss in your hair. “Here, managed to get one extra for you.” Tommy nudged your shoulder as he handed you the sandwich, still warm wrapped neatly in wax paper. Food came in plentifuls in Jackson, but if you wanted one of Maria’s freshly made sandwiches you’d had to get in early.

“Startin’ to think you might love her more than me.” Tommy chuckled to himself as he watched you devour the food like it was the first meal you’ve eaten in weeks, which was definitely not true. “Well I guess it comes down to your sandwich making abilities.” You quipped back in between bites.

“Looks like I don’t stand a chance.” Tommy pretended to pout before dropping his head into the crook of your neck. His moustache ticked the soft skin of your neck as he peppered you with kisses. “Oh baby, that reminds me, how did you sleep last night?” Tommy teased, knowing fully well how you slept. Only imagining what it was doing to you, when you sent stiff in his arms.

The main reason Tommy was up so early was due to the wet dream you seemed to be having. If neither of you had work today he would’ve done something about it.

Tommy adjusted himself, just the memory of your sleepy voice moaning his name had his blood rushing down to his dick. You were driving him insane, and you didn’t even have a clue. He cooed playfully as he watched your cheeks warm up, you simply nodded in response knowing that if you spoke your words would fail you.

“I sure hope so because I got a little plan for us tonight. How’s that sound baby? You up for another lesson?”

Your body stiffened as you felt his hand grasp tightly onto your thigh, darting your eyes around you checked to see if anyone was watching. Was he really doing this in the middle of town? “It’s alright darlin’ no one’s payin’ attention to us, what’d’ya say?” All you could concentrate on was how his breathe fanned against your ear as his rough hand tightened on your soft skin. All of it made your body crave him more, you couldn’t think of anything better. “I think that sounds perfect Tommy.” His grip on your leg softened, clapping against your denim jeans before standing up with a groan.

“Well in that case, I’ll see you tonight.” He sent a wink your way before turning to walk away, leaving you turned on to the max. He was going to be the death of you.

. . .

Your fingers rapped on top of the hardwood table as your eyes impatiently hovered by your front door, which remained unopened. As the hours ticked by, the more restless you were becoming. The second plate of food beside you had long gone cold, as did the arousal you had been harbouring onto all day.

You had now grown tired, after a long day working in the stables all you wanted to do was cuddle up with Tommy till you fell asleep.

You knew better than to be upset with him, he worked hard in Jackson. He made an effort to earn his keep, whether it was helping with patrols or assisting in construction. It made you happy knowing that he was finding his purpose in his new life, but it just felt at times that you were moved to the back burner.

It definitely didn’t help when you went upstairs to shower, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. To say it was a kick in the guts was an understatement. Even though looks wasn’t a priority in the post-apocalyptic world, you couldn’t help feeling inadequate. Your skin was flushed after standing under the hot water. Your hair was always messy, you wondered what Tommy saw cause it surely couldn’t have been what you were currently looking at. Could it?

It was a dangerous rope you were balancing on, you knew you had better things to be worrying about than your own appearance. You wish you could stop.

That was how you ended up in your bed, wrapped up in blankets with a book in your lap. Reading the small print you tried to keep your mind busy, so you didn’t get yourself again. You were so enthralled by your book that you didn’t even hear your front door open.

Tommy leant against the door frame as he watched you. He noticed the frown forming on your forehead, and the way your bottom lip stuck out. He felt so bad being late home again, Tommy was never good at time management, or maybe it was the fact that he could never so no.

Right when he was finishing up the barn he was constructing, Maria had come by and asked to see if someone could come and fix the light in the projector at the cinema. He knew he should’ve just left it and gone home to you, but he knew the guilt would’ve eaten away at him.

You were alerted of his presence when he cleared his throat, you saw him propped against the doorframe. He sent an apologetic smile your way, his brows tipping upwards when your eyes met. “M’sorry I’m late baby, I got caught up with some work.”

“It’s alright. Dinners in the oven by the way.” You murmured with a tight lipped smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice your teary eyes. “Thanks darlin’ I’ll pack it up for tomorrow. Maria made us some food as a thank you— which reminds me. They got some pretty good movies they salvaged, some space one I reckon you’ll enjoy.” Tommy smiled like a happy child before retreating to the kitchen, which was pretty perfect timing because he missed the way your smile dropped.

‘It’s just Maria, you have nothing to worry about.’ You tried convincing yourself but it was no use. Your eyes already began to water, Maria was nice— you liked Maria.

Like a cruel monologue your mind gave you a list of reasons why she was better than you. To start she was confident, being in charge of an entire commune she was smart and well liked by literally everyone. So it would make sense that Tommy would like her too right?

“Hey everythin’ alright in here?” Tommy startled you as he was suddenly behind you on the bed. You quietly tried to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Y-yeah I’m alright. M’sorry just tired.”

Tommy tilted his head in a frown, he knew you better than to believe you. “C’mon talk to me darlin’” His hand fell to give your thigh a gentle squeeze, contrasting his grip on you this morning. You would do anything to be in that moment with him again, not like now where his sad eyes watched you intensely.

“I- it’s nothin’ Tommy.” You tried to shrug him off again, but of course it didn’t work. He cocked a sceptical brow your way, you hated how well he knew you.

“It’s so stupid.” You groaned into your palms, so embarrassed of your own stupid brain working against you. “I just- I don’t know what it is you even like about me, I mean let’s be real I’m nothing like half the girls in Jackson and I—“

Tommy’s lips muted the worrying in your mind, his lips danced with yours. You pressed back on his lips, when you kissed him it felt like nothing else mattered to you. Not some teenage insecurities, Tommy was a man not a stupid teenage boy— and even better he was your man.

“Now where’s all this coming from, hm?” He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his soft brown eyes peered up at you like you could tell him everything. You could tell him everything, but that could wait, right now you just wanted him.

“It doesn’t matter, can you just kiss me?”

“That I can do.” He chuckled before bringing his lips back onto yours. You pushed hard with a fever, the fire being ignited inside you again as a moan escaped your lips. His hands grasped your cheeks, pushing you even closer to him if that was even possible. Tommy lifted you to straddle on his lap, as instinct your hips grinder on his crotch. God you wanted him so badly.

“Didn’t you say you had a little lesson planned for me?” You breathed into him between hunger-filled kisses. Tommy looked up at you in what seemed to be a mix of surprise and excitement, never did he see you so confident, he loved it.

The glint of mischief in his eyes returned, he took your clothes off in a fever. Your eyes fell to the ground out of instinct, avoiding your reflection in the mirror. You suddenly became hyper aware of how vulnerable you were, Tommy had never seen you completely naked before. He offered to sit in between his lap on the edge of your bed. “Y’know I think you're beautiful right? I mean can you blame me?”

His large hands softly climbed up your side till his fingers danced along your shoulders as he moved the strand of hair that exposed the nape of your neck. You felt like a lightning bolt struck through your core as his lips sucked onto you softly.

You let out a moan as his free hand moved to grasp your entire breast in one hand, he kneaded the soft skin and the familiar feeling of arousal pooled in between your legs. Tommy noticed how your legs clenched when he flicked your now budded nipples. Soft moans mewled from your open mouth as your head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Nu-huh baby, I want your eyes on me.” Tommy tapped your cheek, bringing your attention back to the room. You looked at him confused, “But I- I am—“

“‘Not at me, me.” Tommy nodded his head towards the mirror in front of you- “‘Oh.”

“Can I try somethin’ else with you baby?” You felt a shiver down your spine as he whispered into your ear, his eyes met yours in the mirror. “What is it?”

Without answering Tommy pushed your knees to the side, exposing your eager pussy. “D’you trust me baby?”

“‘Yes.” You murmured as you felt your body tremble in nerves but also as much eagerness. There wasn’t anything you wanted more right now than Tommy’s hands on you.

Your skin burned as his rough fingers grazed the inside of your thigh, you followed his fingers in the mirror as he moved painfully slowly to where you needed him the most. Your hips bucked against his touch, showing him exactly where you wanted those fingers.

“So eager darlin’”

“Tommy please.” You whined as your back curving instinctively, rocking your hips against where his dormant fingers laid dangerously close to your exposed cunt.

You let out a surprised gasp, his thick fingers filled you up perfectly. He started off soft, slowly easing in his middle finger as he let you adjust to him. “H-holy shit Tommy.” You breathed as his free hand moved to slowly massage your aching clit. “Yeah? That feel good baby?” He smiled wickedly into your hair as you nodded frantically, pleasure already filling you up as your head dropped back onto his shoulder, but snapping your head up as you remembered his instructions. “Tell me how good it feels darlin’” Tommy’s voice was at least an octave lower, sending more chills down your spine.

“S’really fucken good Tommy.” You gasped as you felt his finger stretching you open, if this was how good it felt to have his fingers in you you could only imagine what his dick would feel like.

Pressure in your stomach began to build as his pace quickened. You felt your orgasm coming quicker then last time, you welcomed it as you rocked your hips involuntary pushing his finger in deeper.

“That’s it baby, y’doing so fucken good.” He brought his mouth down to suck at the soft skin on your neck, while his hand pumped into you relentlessly. “Tommy!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm unravel throughout your entire body, your pussy clenching around his finger as he kept going.

You were a shivering mess, only a mixture of whines and ‘oh my gods’ falling from your already parted mouth.

Your legs still trembled as Tommy soothed you, his hand brushing back the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead. “Good job baby, you did so good for me.” He cooed into your hair, pressing gentle kisses as your chest heaved.

That was when you realised, nothing else mattered. Tommy was the one making you feel this good, no one else. He cemented that as he repeated in your ear how much he loved you, his facial hair tickling your already sensitive skin as he did so. God you really did love this man, huh?

“Y’reckon you could go again for me?”

All you could was nod in response, your mind feeling like it was going a million miles a minute. He didn’t start straight away though, he was patient with you. He waited for your heart to start beating at a normal pace before bringing his fingers back to your aching hole, you watched as he added another finger.

Filthy moans filled the air as you adjusted to his extra finger inside you, you felt like you were being stretched open. Already your hips were shaking, his thick fingers felt like they were hitting your cervix. It was almost hypnotic, watching the way his fingers would disappear in between your folds before pulling back out just as swiftly.

His free hand remained glued to your now swollen clit, as he menacingly taunted it with his rough fingers. Only egging on your climax more and more.

No words fell from your lips anymore, Tommy had basically turned you into a writhing mess as your stomach tightened.

For a very brief moment it felt like you weren’t a world where you had to survive with Cordyceps and people that hunted and killed, it was simply you and Tommy in this room. That was how you wanted it.

The feeling was getting so intense you shut your eyes out of instinct. With your eyes closed you could concentrate on the way your hips rocked with each thrust of his hand, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Eyes up, I want you to watch.” Tommy growled as his free hand moved up to envelope your neck, not hard but enough to bring your head up to catch a glimpse of your position in the mirror. His thick fingers around you shouldn’t make you even more aroused, should it?

“Good girl.” He was going to be the death of you.

“Fuck!” Your eyes squinted shut as you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravelled again, but this time it was so much better. Almost like a gush erupted from you. Your ears rang as your eyes squinted shut, suddenly overly aware of the bright light that overhang your bed.

Your second orgasm in a row felt like a hundred times more intense, it felt like your whole body was vibrating. Like you were going a million miles a minute, or maybe it was the room that was spinning.

“You okay baby? You did so good for me.” His voice was soft as he turned to face you properly now, his eyes checked you over one last time. He looked at you with nothing short of amazement and you wish that he never stopped.

After a few seconds you came back to, your eyes just stuck to the ceiling as your chest heaved while you tried to catch your breath. Then you noticed the warmth pooling on your bedsheets, Tommy noticed your confusion and gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“You fucken squirted baby.” He breathed out in amazement.

“Bet you never knew you could do that.” Tommy hummed in amusement as he looked down to where he held you. Your cheeks were rosy as your half-lidded eyes connected with his, a dopey smile grew on his lips.

“If I did I would’ve brought a towel.” You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips, amusement filling the room as the two of you chuckled together. You loved how easy it was for the two of you, even after he stole a second orgasm from you he could make you laugh. It was his Texan charm, according to Tommy but you knew it was just him.

“C’mon darlin’ let’s get you cleaned up.” He pressed a chaste kiss on your cheek before standing up with you in front of him, your legs quivered as you stood up for the first time in what felt like forever. “Tommy? I don’t think I can walk.” You looked up at him with worry, was this normal?

“It’s okay baby, it means I’m doing my job right.”

He thought about what you were saying when he found you crying in your bed, how you didn’t know what he saw in you. There was never just one singular thing, a multitude of reasons that he loved you. And the fact you didn’t see a reason why he would love you dumbfounded him. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure you knew.

[yorprincess]

tender touches

send me  ‘ tender touches ‘ and i’ll generate a number for my muse’s reaction to yours…

7. kissing mine softly on the lips. 

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The kitchen was one of the few rooms in the Forger apartment that all three members shared. They each had their own individual space within the confins of their rooms, that they could flitter between when invited though they generally kept a respectful distance. By it's very nature, this wasn't the case with the kitchen.

After taking some secret cooking lessons and managing to learn one dish that wouldn't make her family sick, Loid had invited her to cook dinner with him on days when they were home at a reasonable hour. She has jumped at the chance to learn and to pull her own weight, though he would always say she was doing more than enough without taking care of the meals. Yor desperately wanted to believe that, that he wasn't just saying that to pacify her, but it was hard. Expectation after expectation of what a good wife and mother was weighed heavily upon her and her mind couldn't rest unless she at least attempted to be more like a normal wife.

The only thing was that the kitchen wasn't the biggest. It was large enough for her and Loid to stand side by side with enough room to pass each other, but if they needed to get something from a respective cabinet, they could get closer than usual.

Which was how they ended up in this position in the first place.

She had been washing dishes while he searched for something in the nearby cabinet: the paprika. "Oh! I think it might be in this cabinet!" Yor announced, pulling her hands from the sudsy water and pointing to one nearby. "I might have put it behind the bay leaves, I think?" She took a step towards it and began to search before cheering. "Here!" Spinning on her heels, she turned to face him - only to find him way too close.

Loid smiled at her, warm and content. "Thank you, Yor," he said, his voice that soft timber she knew so well.

"Yo-" she began but was cut off by him leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

She froze.

The contact only lasted for a fraction of a second, but it was long enough for her to register it. She blinked, and he had already pulled away, taking the paprika container from her hand and turning towards the stove once more as if he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

What in the world? She thought, her still soapy hand coming to her mouth -

"Mama! Mama, wake up!"

Yor's eyes snapped open, instantly awake and alert. Her ruby red eyes scanned the unfamiliar room, though she was relieved to see Anya and Bond were safe and unharmed.

So where were they...

It clicked a second later.

Oh. Right. They were in Wisbeck, staying in a hotel Mr. McMahon had reserved for her so she could investigate a clue to Loid's whereabouts. She, Anya and Bond had arrived the night prior...

No wonder dreams of her husband were returning. Figments of fantasy with no reality to ground them. After all, her husband didn't love her. He may adore Anya and care about Yor as much as their agreement permitted, but he still left them.

For what reason, she was determined to find out.

Shaking her head, she smiled sleepily at her little girl. "Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep okay?"

[baekhvuns]

From:- 🥀

Yo ✌️

Okay so after like 6 days I'm back 😖🤘.

Honestly when u said the posters were a good thing as well i was like what? Posters? AND THEN I REALISED ATINIYS ARE HAVING A WHOLE ASS PROTEST THING GOING ON cuz yes , our boys deserve justice. At first i thought i was supporting the plagiarism thing from ATEEZ side cuz i stan them , and i rationally thought that step could've been a random thing yk? Then i was like but it would've been a big thing if the step was initially by a big-ass group from a big-ass company (iykyk) like the world would become crazy and the person who plagirised would hv to apologize. Tsk such double standards 😿

Anyways, remember when i said id like to write a ff I DID! I POSTED IT ON WATTPAD 😭 (and Tumblr , a shitty trailer :')) hopefully it gets recognition like i rlly hope so. It's like an exes to lovers trope.

HAPPY DIWALI OMG I FORGOT

I rlly hope tho tht PPL understand the environmental conditions and decrease the use of crackers doesn't matter eco friendly or not...like u could spend one festival in years without them.

I'm rlly head to toe over Seonghwa....his existence alone makes me smile eye - ALSO ABT THE ANON THT SAID THE REASON THEY LIKE UR FICS IS CUZ THEY GIVE GEORGE CLOONEY VIBES THTS TRUE AFFFF they hv such 2k and 90s vibes and it do be making me feel like the mc. Id love to live ur "rewrite the stars" ff too much 😭😭

U won't believe our school gv us like 3 day break for diwali and a month of assignments LET US BREATHEEEE

I got too excited when u said "next is ur bias" Bcz yes , ik the next fic is def Chennai express x jab we met and everytime i freaking watch either of the movies my mind lingers to how would u portray Hwa in there and i get butterflies JUST THINKING!

Jesus the impact u hv on me-

Now let talk abt ur yunho fic cuz the title is legit "hard to love" and it's making it hard to not read the fic even tho it'll feel like I'll be cheating on hwa but hey i cn right? And ABT YOU MISS GORLLL ur writing skills are top-class hv u like gotten any classes for it or just a god gift?

I'm...i rlly want to make this vision board for khronos for which I'll hv to re-read it again for like adding similar pics and stuff , easy for visualizing but....ik how it end and it just....i cnt - WHY WHY MUST YOU?? SAD ENDING SHOULDN'T EXIST- liek u hv no idea the way my face went from (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ to ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ in a span of 5 seconds ..... I would never forgive u for tht ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

Anywayssss now imma go and .. eat ig??? Idk Okie

Buh-bye 👋

Oh almost forgot to tell u TAKE CARE , STAY HYDRATED , APPRECIATE UR HARD WORK FOR THE FIC AND I SARANG YOUUUU~

hello!!

Honestly when u said the posters were a good thing as well i was like what? Posters? AND THEN I REALISED ATINIYS ARE HAVING A WHOLE ASS PROTEST THING GOING ON cuz yes , our boys deserve justice. At first i thought i was supporting the plagiarism thing from ATEEZ side cuz i stan them , and i rationally thought that step could've been a random thing yk? Then i was like but it would've been a big thing if the step was initially by a big-ass group from a big-ass company (iykyk) like the world would become crazy and the person who plagirised would hv to apologize. Tsk such double standards 😿

BDWNHDKW A WHOLE PROTEST TAKING PLACE ON TWT RN TOO DHDB no bc ghat gut just made it worse apparently now they’re performing it in front of a crowd too?? 😭😭

Anyways, remember when i said id like to write a ff I DID! I POSTED IT ON WATTPAD 😭 (and Tumblr , a shitty trailer :')) hopefully it gets recognition like i rlly hope so. It's like an exes to lovers trope.

YOU DID??? OMG WHICH MEMBER IS IT WITH??? omg exes to lovers ur going angsty 😮‍💨

HAPPY DIWALI OMG I FORGOT /// I rlly hope tho tht PPL understand the environmental conditions and decrease the use of crackers doesn't matter eco friendly or not...like u could spend one festival in years without them.

HAPPY DIWALI TO U TOO!! as im writing this an insane amount of fireworks just blew 😭😭 omg ur right but at the same time (or at least when i wad younger we’d have bags and bags of fireworks and it be a mess to clean up) how’s diwali there??

I'm rlly head to toe over Seonghwa....his existence alone makes me smile eye - ALSO ABT THE ANON THT SAID THE REASON THEY LIKE UR FICS IS CUZ THEY GIVE GEORGE CLOONEY VIBES THTS TRUE AFFFF they hv such 2k and 90s vibes and it do be making me feel like the mc. Id love to live ur "rewrite the stars" ff too much 😭😭

FBWMFJKWDKW STOP BC ME TOO,, STOPP DOEST IT REALLY??? GEORGE US HOT BUT AMAL??? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 ID BE OBSESSED TOO that anon rly gave me an idea to write a hwa fic about hwa being as big as george and yn being the amal,,, I WOULD TOO RTS IS A TRAVEL DREAM LITERALLY

U won't believe our school gv us like 3 day break for diwali and a month of assignments LET US BREATHEEEE

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 PLS WHATS THAT A HOLIDAY FOR FBFB

I got too excited when u said "next is ur bias" Bcz yes , ik the next fic is def Chennai express x jab we met and everytime i freaking watch either of the movies my mind lingers to how would u portray Hwa in there and i get butterflies JUST THINKING!

is it chennai express or jab we met??? iS IT REALLY??? NO HC FBDBD I KEEP WATCHINGTHE MOVIES AND ALL I SEE IS HWA AND SRK abut then the whole taehyung and srk thing….might do a veer zaara au!!

Jesus the impact u hv on me- /// Now let talk abt ur yunho fic cuz the title is legit "hard to love" and it's making it hard to not read the fic even tho it'll feel like I'll be cheating on hwa but hey i cn right? And ABT YOU MISS GORLLL ur writing skills are top-class hv u like gotten any classes for it or just a god gift?

FBWKDHWK ITS NOT THAT BAD TBH FBDBD cheating on hwa??? bestie im literally writing this fic as if yunho was hwa 😭😭😭 PLS THANK U DBDBDB AND NOPE I DONT NO CLASSES I JUST READ ALOT 😭😭

I'm...i rlly want to make this vision board for khronos for which I'll hv to re-read it again for like adding similar pics and stuff , easy for visualizing but....ik how it end and it just....i cnt - WHY WHY MUST YOU?? SAD ENDING SHOULDN'T EXIST- liek u hv no idea the way my face went from (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ to ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ in a span of 5 seconds ..... I would never forgive u for tht ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

omg pls do share one day,,, LMFAOOOO SOMETIMES ITS A NICE CHANGE TO HAVE A SAD ENDINF FBFB LMAOOO DBDB I HOPE THE YUNHO FIC DOESNT MAKE U FEEL THAT WAY

Anywayssss now imma go and .. eat ig??? Idk Okie //// Buh-bye 👋 /// Oh almost forgot to tell u TAKE CARE , STAY HYDRATED , APPRECIATE UR HARD WORK FOR THE FIC AND I SARANG YOUUUU~

YOU TOO!!! hope u got dressed all pretty for diwali and had lots of fun!!! <33

[ohayopoko]

🥀The Pussy Thief Chronicles🥀

Main Paring: Eren x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Dark content? Idk yo! DNI if pregnancy sex or consensual non consent isn’t your vibe plz and thanks ;)

Summary: Eren stealing your pussy is a nightly occurrence during the second trimester of your pregnancy and this is a detailed account of exactly how he stole your pussy

👏🏾The song goes with it plz yall👏🏾

Pregnant. Y/n’s pregnant and Eren’s stealing her pussy. Again. Pregnant, bonnet falling off, leg pinned up Y/n wakes up to a nasty orgasm. It’s loud and wet, drenching the bed and Eren knows she’s awake when she starts breathing hard, soft moans giving her away.

Y/n’s clenching that pussy up as she rides out her orgasm, forcing Eren to slow down his strokes cause she’s pushing him out. He punishes her for that, pressing into her everytime they connect and she’s whimpering, her squirt bubbling down to a stream as he grinds her soft spot out..

“Yeahhh,” Eren sounds hungry, deprived. “Make that pussy fight, pretty girl,”

Y/n makes that pussy fight like a good girl and Eren lets her push him out before gets back in that pussy again, groaning in Y/n’s ear as he rocks his hips to poke in her tummy. Eren’s breathing hard in her ear, fingers digging her flesh as he savours her and Y/n turns her head, blindly peppering kisses anywhere on his face. Eren moves his lips to her own, returning her fever kisses before he starts throwing dick up into her belly. Y/n tries to break the kiss but Eren bites her lip, pulling her back in, eyes closed as he strokes her pussy out.

Y/n doesn’t stop him, hand on her belly as she lets him make a mess of her pussy. She’s breathing hard when he lets her go. Y/n turns away, burying her face in the pillows and Eren’s breath is hot on the nape of her neck and he’s even more desperate when Y/n starts to cream up and down his dick. She’s still fighting but Eren’s sliding in so easily, her pussy squelching with defeat every time he stabs her womb and fuck, Eren’s so in love with Y/n and her good pussy.

He’s milking her and Y/n can’t hold it in, moaning a soft, needy “Fuckkk, don’t stoppp,” as she lets him in her belly. On his mother, Eren would have fucked a baby in Y/n’s sweet pussy if there wasn’t one already in there. It’s the only reason he’s not beating her pussy down and Eren’s trying to compose himself. Eren nuzzles her nape, breathing her in as he slows down his strokes and everything feels wet and sticky.

It felt so fucking good, Eren just had to see what this looked like and Y/n gets upset when he pulls out all of a sudden, leaving her pussy hot and twitching. She sees the outline of his figure as he gets up, reaching for his phone. Y/n’s confused when he turns on his flashlight, kneeling at the edge of the bed as he gives her ass a firm slap.

“C’mere,” Eren snaps his fingers and points down at the space in front of him. Y/n’s slow getting up, holding her swollen belly as she drags her pregnancy pillow with her. Eren’s rubbing her ass as she toots that thang up and busts it open for him. He’s marvelling her pussy, shining the flashlight on her as he teases her, rubbing the head of his cream stained dick on her slick pussy lips.

Y/n’s asshole is tight, pretty and puckered; it calls to him and Eren licks his thumb before he starts rubbing her pretty little asshole. It feels good, relaxing but Y/n doesn’t get to relish in that thought cause Eren’s pushing into her creamy pussy again. She opens up and Eren’s watching, breathing a soft “Fuckk, gimme all this pussy,” as her dark pussy eats his dick up in one go.

When he pulls out a little, his dick is stained with new cream and Eren has to stop for a second because his balls are churning and his dick is twitching. So he keeps the flashlight on her, thumb stroking her puckered asshole as he admires how delicious her pussy looked from the back, wickedly gripping his dick like that.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Eren breathes as he plays with her, swiping some cream from her pussy. “Do you think I could fuck the baby out of you?” He’s toying her ass with the slickness of her own pussy cream, using it as lube to sink his finger inside of her. “Since I fucked the baby into you?”

“Wanna try?” Y/n’s impatient when she throws the pussy back on Eren, pulling a heavy breath from him. Y/n’s so bossy with it, dragging her pussy clean off of his dick before she throws it back again, taking his fat dick in with ease. It’s a slow and gentle rhythm Y/n’s working on him and Eren’s enjoying the fuck outta the show. Y/n thinks she’s hot shit when Eren hooks his thumb in her ass, pulling her pussy onto his dick when she took too long to throw it back.

It’s automatic, Eren’s moving into her and Y/n’s moving into him and soon Eren’s fucking y/n right back, catching her wicked rhythm as he throws dick into her everytime she threw it back because he wants every piece of her. Y/n’s pussy starts dripping onto the dry bedding and Eren knows he’s winding her up again.

Y/n’s throwing her ass back with a passion, the sounds their bodies made when they connected music to Eren’s ears. She’s working hard for her nut so Eren gets stingy with it. He stops stroking her and Y/n whines like a baby but she’s still throwing it back and Eren mutters a low, “Good girl,”

“Fuck back “ Y/n’s getting frustrated, no matter how hard she throws it he’s not in her tummy and she’s begging. “Fuck backkk!”

“No please?” Eren chuckles, pulling his thumb out of her ass to give her ass cheek a mean slap. Her flesh ripples and Eren slaps her ass again. “Where are your manners?” Again and again Eren slaps Y/n’s jiggly ass until her brown skin is showing red just because he likes the way her flesh ripples.

Y/n hated how stingy Eren acted with his dick, he wasn’t even this stingy with his money. But the dick is so good Y/n doesn’t dare stop throwing her pussy at him and God, he’s just taking it, slapping her ass like a drum and Y/n gets lost in him, eyes rolling back as she works for her nut.

“That’s not good enough,” Eren’s having fun, slapping any and everywhere across her ass as she strokes him. “You wanna cum again, right?” The next slap is particularly hard and Y/n whimpers into her moans and Eren loves it. “Show me how you get down, Ma.”

Y/n moans again in response, his words made her nipples hard, they made her clit tingle and she’s burning. Eren knows it's coming when she stops to steady herself on her knees, throwing the pregnancy pillow away and lowering her head onto the bed, pushing her ass even further up against him. Inside, inside, she wants him inside and fuck, Y/n’s a monster when she gets down. Her ass is bouncing and spreading as she throws the pussy back on him and Eren’s moaning something nasty as he takes all the bawdy she’s giving him right now.

“Oh my God, you’re so fucking beautiful right now,” He’s praising her but it’s muffled between her own whiny, baby-like pants and moans. Y/n didn’t know where her bonnet was, she doesn’t care but she knew this nigga was gonna run her the money to fix her silk press.

She’s gripping him, eating him up, drenching his dick with cream and it’s a sight that makes Eren lose faith. He sounds like an injured animal when he reaches for Y/n, panting every time she strokes him and god, he’s about to bust. His hands are roaming, Y/n’s drooling as Eren scratches the itch in her tummy. Eren’s still being stingy but Y/n doesn’t care, she’s a gangster, taking that dick from him and fucking it to bits.

Y/n wished she could reach back to stroke his balls, she knew he loved that shit but she’s satisfied with the mess she’s making of him when he gets on top of her, pushing her down to the bed to ruin her pussy. Y/n’s tired from showing out so she lets him, relaxing as he sinks between her legs. Eren mouth is open, eyes closed in bliss as he presses deep inside her, grinding his crotch against her own relishing in her soft pussy and wet stickiness between them.

He knows he’s hurting her when she whines but Eren can’t help himself, grinding into her, wanting to be one with her. Y/n’s whines turn into moans, a chorus of short breathy, “Ah, Ah, Ah,”’s and Eren just gives it to her, beating her pussy up with fast, short strokes. She’s singing now and Eren sings with her. She likes when he deep strokes her, her voice raising a few delicious octaves. Y/n’s desperate for her nut and Eren wants to, needs to give it to her. It’s so close and she wants it all, pushing her ass against Eren as he wears her pussy out with loving deep strokes.

God, fucking hit different when he steals her pussy. He’s demolishing Y/n’s hole when her toes curl and her pussy clenches and Eren huffs a filthy, “Keep that pussy open for me, open that pussy up for Daddy,” that completely fucks Y/n up in the head, but she’s a good girl. Y/n tries to relax for him but everytime he fucks into her she’s clenching up again and her pussy’s burning when she cums for him, hot and wet.

Eren groans as he slams into her ushy gushy one last time and Y/n’s feels him drenching her insides with every twitch and squirt of his throbbing dick. He kisses her nape, sighing into her skin before he pulls out. Eren flops onto the bed and he’s tired, but he doesn’t rest until Y/n joins him.

She crawls into his spread arms and rests her head on his chest, content with listening to his fast heart beat. His phone was somewhere on the floor, flashlight lighting up the ceiling. When Eren starts playing in her hair, running his fingers through her silk press, she doesn’t stop him.

“It’s gonna be easy when the baby comes” Y/n’s voice is carrying sleep when he starts itching her scalp. “Cause you keep wearing my pussy out.”

Eren’s lids are heavy so he closes them, emitting something like a chortle when he makes a sound in the back of his throat, pushing air out of his nose.

“You’re welcome?”

[do-ray-mi]

Food Chain pt.2(Park Jisung x m!reader)

Pairing: NCT Dream Jisung x male reader

Genre: Highschool Au, angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends to lovers.

Warnings!!: this fic contains use of the F slur, bullying, toxic behavior and is not to be mimicked. Viewers Discretion is Advised.

Description: Karma comes even in the form of who you thought you could trust the most.

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He was one of the first to arrive in class, he took his seat at the back. The group of girls in the front were gossiping about something on their phones... but they looked confused, even almost mad or disgusted.

"Can't believe he's gay!!" One girl says out loud, grasping more of Y/n attention.

'Oh no, who is it now?' Y/n thought.

More students walked in, also talking about something while showing their phones to their friends.

Y/n was close to bringing out his own phone, only to realise that even if he did, he still has no idea what everyone is looking at.

One of the jocks in class turned to Y/n with a smug look, "yo twinkle toes, you're not the only queer here now!"

Y/n only gave him a scrunched up look, the jock walked over to him and gave him his phone. It was Chenle's post, it was a screenshot of some texts. He read the caption.

'Guess who's the school's new fag!' It read, reading the texts in the screenshot... his eyes grew wider.

Park Jisung, flirting with another man over text.

Y/n gave the phone back to the jock, he was slightly in a daze still trying process what he saw.

"He's finally getting his karma, this might be the best day in your life." The jock said giving Y/n a pat on the head before going back to his seat.

Y/n just sat there, "why does this make sense, yet also doesn't". He really didn't know what to make of this situation.

How did Chenle get that screenshot? Why did he post it? He thought those two were best friends...

Then it clicked... right, the Food Chain. Chenle saw the opportunity to overthrow Jisung and took it.

During class, the teacher had to kick out a few students cause all they were talking about was that post.

Once it was finished, he was trampled on by Kai and Soobin.

"Dude did you hear!?!?" Kai almost screeched.

"It's kinda hard not to... this is the first time I've seen something like this."

Soobin looked around, he noticed how everyone was looking for something... or someone.

"I don't think he's here today...", He spoke up, Kai and Y/n looked over at him in slight confusion l, "Jisung" he clarified.

"I wouldn't be surprised, he got completely humiliated." Beomgyu said walking towards them, alone.

You can clearly see how quickly Soobin and Kai tensed up at his presence.

"Can I... talk to you two? Please..." Beomgyu almost begged, his eyes glossed over, showing a mixture of emotions. Soobin glanced at Y/n, asking for his opinion through his eyes.

Y/n knew what was going to happen, he saw it coming from a mile away. "Go for it" he mouthed at him.

Not without a hint of hesitation, Soobin and Kai followed Beomgyu to a secluded corner of the hallway.

Y/n made his way to his locker to put away his bag. It might sound fucked, but he feels safer in school today knowing that everyone is distracted.

Of course, his kindness got the best of him and he couldn't help but wonder. "How is Jisung doing..?"

Lunch was interesting, Beomgyu was joining them now.

Apparently, Yeonjun and Taehyun kicked him out. Y/n didn't pry into the reasoning, but judging on how Beomgyu clutched the side of his stomach every so often...

... it was probably literal.

Y/n glanced over at Jisung's gang, the Dreamies they call themselves... which is ironic considering how much of a nightmare they are.

Chenle was glowing in the new attention he was getting. The only members he could see were uncomfortable were Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun.

Hm, interesting.

*

Things started taking a turn the next day, when Jisung arrived at school. He dressed a lot less flashy than usual, hoping to avoid people. Unfortunately, he couldn't change his height so he still stood out like a sore thumb.

The morning wasn't so bad for Jisung, he only got whispers, laughs and the occasional shoulder shove.

He got into his first class, where his... old friends were. As well as his number one victim, right now he can't help but feel intimidated by him too.

Jisung walked into the classroom after taking in a deep breath. Almost like a horror movie, all heads turned to stare at him simultaneously.

"Oh well look who decides to show up!!!" Chenle shouted out, his legs against the desk with his head held high in an air of arrogance. Laughs echoed in the room aswell as in his head.

Huh, so this is what it's like...

"Guess you owe a little someone an apology for being a hypocrite." The same Jock from yesterday voiced out, Jisung glanced at Y/n in the back of the classroom. He also noticed how the only available seat in the classroom, was right next to the boy.

Jisung sighed and made his way towards the desk and sat on the chair.

He looked down on the desk, the entire desk was big enough for two students and it was covered in sharpie.

Slurs, death threats, lewd drawings depicting stereotypical homosexual behavior, insults... you name it.

They were directed towards him now too.

All because Chenle decided to make a fake convo and post it. Now this is where he is...

[glitxhwayventeen]

More Than You Know

Chan: Chapter 4 (Nobody Compares To You)

Character: Chan x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, potential blood mentions, mentions of abortion, couple fighting, pain mentions. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: LOL… This chapter was so draining for some reason. Sorry for it, but I’m an angst girl. Next chapter will hopefully be nicer…

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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More Than You Know Masterlist

Chapter 4: Nobody Compares To You

What the actual fuck was happening? Pregnant? You? No. That’s gotta be wrong. There’s no way. You hadn’t even had a period yet. You hadn’t gone through heat yet. So he couldn’t have gotten you pregnant. Could he have…? He was your mate and he loved you no matter what, but he didn’t think you were ready for that. Hell, he didn’t think HE was ready for that.

Yixing explained that the pain she was feeling was from implantation and that, because you were so different than the rest of us and so old, it just amplified itself times 100. He explained that you probably did go through some sort of heat cycle at least once and that, during it, he must’ve gotten you pregnant.

Then he went on with a bit more reasoning as to why he believed this: like Chan being so protective over you and the extra heartbeat he heard once he got close enough to your belly. It really did make a lot of sense. Usually, Chan didn’t really mind the other boys playing around with you or them innocently touching you. But lately he’s wanted to rip their throats out for even getting near you.

Chan was just nodding along to whatever Yixing said, though a lot of it was beginning to sound like white noise to him. You just stared blankly up at their ceiling the whole time with an unreadable expression.

Eventually, Yixing caught on to the fact that you two seemed to need a moment and so Chan gave him permission to go inform the other worried boys, who at this point weren’t listening as they were too busy panicking about the baby themselves. And then the two of you were left alone.

Chan looked down at your drained form with sad eyes, “B-baby? Are you- are you okay?” He questioned as you rubbed your side lovingly. You didn’t respond, you didn’t even blink.

“(Y/N)? I know you’re in shock, but please tell me you’re okay.” He nervously yet sweetly began twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers out of habit.

You hesitantly turned your sweat endowed head to the side to face him, “I- I’m Pregnant… We’re- We’re having a baby Channie.” You told him with glazed over doe eyes.

Chan gulped down the lump that was forming in his throat, “I- I know baby. I’m sure we can find someone to help us. It can’t be too hard. I mean i know we’re wolves and all but there’s doctors who help us and don’t believe we’re as evil as people say-” He tried before you interrupted.

“What do you mean ‘help us’?” You asked him innocently, truly not understanding what he was getting at.

“I mean to help us get rid of our… our little issue…” He gestured to your belly, “There are doctors who-” You cut him off again.

“Channie are you- are you talking about aborting it?” You stuttered in horror, though you weren’t sure he understood that as he just kept going with his conversation.

“Well I mean… yeah. Is that- isn’t that what you want?” You were baffled by his words. What the fuck was wrong with him?

You adamantly shook your head no, “No. I want to keep it! It’s ours. We made it. How could we ever get rid of it?” You asked with glossy eyes.

Why did he think he got to make a decision about YOUR body? What or who gave him that right? Sure he was the father, but that didn’t mean you HAD to listen to him. You were a grown woman with your own thoughts and opinions. And you had lost so much already, in your eyes, a baby would be a good thing. Why was he making it seem Ike it would be a burden?

“Well baby I just- I just figured that’s what we should do. After all, we just found each other and we’re both young- well… I’m young,” He attempted to ease the tension between you two with a stupid joke that just seemed to make you more upset.

“So what?!” You jolted up from your laying position to sit and face him, “We’re mates. We’re meant for each other. We’re supposed to be together till one of us dies. Who cares how long we’ve known each other if we know we’re perfect for each other? Why wouldn’t we have this baby?”

How could he be so insensitive? How could he think you’d ever want to get rid of your own flesh and blood when you lost the remainder of them so long ago? After everything you’d been through that you’d told him, how could he possibly even SUGGEST getting rid of the baby?

“Well I just- I just thought that we weren’t ready-”

“Well you thought wrong!” You protested with tears sliding down your face for what seemed like the millionth time that night, “I WANT to keep it!”

Of course you wanted to keep it. It was YOURS. It was BOTH of yours. IT was supposed to be a cute little combination of the both of you. You were supposed to love it unconditionally without a second thought. How could he not?

“I’m sorry baby but I’m just not so sure about having it. I didn’t realize you’d think differently-” Once again, he didn’t get to finish his sentence.

“No you didn’t!” You scoffed, “I’d never want to give up our child. If you don’t want it, you’re free to leave. Or I’ll leave. Either way, it doesn’t matter, I’m keeping it!” You declared with your arms crossed over your chest.

“You can’t just keep it without talking to me! We’re a couple, we have to make these decisions together, especially one THIS big (Y/N).” He all but shouted at you. He knew he was upsetting you, he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he could almost hear your heart breaking.

“I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do and you can’t make me. It’s my body and what I say goes!” You quipped back at him as you looked away to conceal your tears from him. You didn’t want him to see that he hurt you, he didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing that his words were getting to you.

“I’m not asking you to do something you don’t want to do. But (Y/N), be reasonable, a baby would be to much for us and you know it!” He let it slip before he could even stop himself. You turned yourself ack to look at him after wiping your face with the back of your hand.

He could see the hurt on your face as he spoke. He wanted to smack himself, to stop himself from hurting you further. But he just kept going, “I don’t even want to be a dad!”

You gasped at him as your heart finally shattered on the floor, “I’ll raise it all by myself without you then asshole!”

Before Chan could interject again, his brothers nudged their way downstairs with teasing smiles on their faces. They clearly didn’t just hear the conversation the two of you were having.

“So our Channie gonna be a dad!” Jeonghan joked as he went up and ruffled the youngest wolf’s hair.

“Yeah maybe.” You rolled your eyes, much to their shock, and turned your attention back to Yixing who had come down with the boys, “Am I good to go or is there something else I need to do to help with the pain or pregnancy?” You asked him as kindly as you could in your current state.

Yixing had heard your whole conversation and he knew that things were no longer the best between you end your mate, so he wasn’t about to keep you any longer than he had to. He knew things, and he knew you didn’t want to have a breakdown in front of everyone, “Yes you can go. I can give the boys the medicine and the instructions for you if you’d like to leave,” he offered you an apologetic smile.

You nodded at him gratefully and pushed yourself off the makeshift bed you were laying on. You nearly fell because your legs were very weak, but Jeonghan, who was standing there next to Chan, caught you.

“Woah! Be careful (Y/N). You could’ve gotten hurt. With the baby, you’ll have to be more careful,” Jeonghan informed you with a polite grin.

“I’ll be careful when I’m home. Can you take me back please?” You inquired, completely ignoring your mate that had angered you with his insinuations.

“Wha- Me? Shouldn’t Chan…?” Jeonghan suggested.

“No. He’ll stay here and get my medicine with the others. Plus you’re the strongest and I need carried back clearly,” You gestured to your broken state, “So I’d like you to take me home now please.”

You heard a small whine come from Chan’s chest. Part of you felt bad for giving him the cold shoulder. But what he said upset you to your core. You pushed down your feelings of pity and gave Jeonghan a look of certainty.

He looked a little less than enthused about taking you back when your mate was obviously not very happy with the idea. But he knew better than to piss you off now. So he carefully picked you up bridal style in his arms and told the others you’d both meet them back at the house when they were done.

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When Chan and the other’s finally made it home, you had already gone up to your room to sleep and had locked the door. When he realized this after he shook the handle and saw that it wasn’t turning, he hit his head against it with a small thud, alerting the attention of Joshua, who was passing by to get to his own home.

“Hey Channie, you okay?” He quizzed the younger boy as he turned him around gently by his shoulder so he could face him. The sight he was met with hurt his heart more than it probably should’ve.

The Maknae was just standing there, all but lifeless with stress of water running down his face. His face was puffy no doubt from the lack of sleep from the night before, and his nose was starting to turn a pink color from his continuous sniffling. He just shook his head at the alpha.

“What’s wrong?” Joshua asked full of concern as he gripped Chan’s shoulders to steady him.

“(Y/N) hates me.” He gloomily spoke, a small sniffle breaking the last work of his sentence at the thought of his mate no longer loving him for his own dumb mistakes.

“Why would she hate you Channie? What happened? Are you guys in a fight or something? Those can happen, but we always push through them. With mates, fights wouldn’t end the relationship.” Shua softly told him.

That’s when Chan’s head darted up from it’s place looking at his feet,. He didn’t know. Only a few of his brothers knew. The others hadn’t said anything because they must’ve not thought it was their place to. They probably wanted you and him to tell them. But you weren’t speaking to him now. What would he do?

Tears began swelling up in the younger wolf’s eyes, causing Joshua to pull him in for a hug, “Hey Channie don’t worry, it’s gonna be okay…” He mumbled while rubbing his back.

This behavior was starting to freak Josh out. Usually, Chan was a pretty easy going kid who always did what he was told and who secretly took care of/helped the others whenever he could. So seeing him break down out of no where really threw him for a curve ball.

“But it’s not okay Shua,” Chan whined, “(Y/N) hates me. And she should. I hate me too. I just- I just thought that we weren’t ready. I didn’t mean to insult her or hurt her feelings. I was just scared. I I didn’t mean it.” He stuttered into his older brother’s shoulder.

He just couldn’t lose someone else so important to him. There were so many things that could go wrong with having a baby. For starters, you can’t see an actual doctor to help you deliver. And if you did somehow manage to survive the delivery, there would be a little defenseless human being he’d have to protect and take care of. It would be the easiest target for not only creatures of the night, but hunters as well. They were heartless people who definitely weren’t against killing babies, or pregnant women for that matter, to make sure werewolves were no longer a “threat” to the population. You’d bother be helpless while you were pregnant and after it would be born, and that thought terrified him more than anything. He had to protect you. He couldn’t fail again.

“You didn’t think you were ready for what Channie?” Joshua requested.

“Ready for the baby!” He sobbed without even thinking about what he was saying.

Josh quickly pulled Chan out from his embrace in shock, “(Y/N)’s pregnant?!?!”

Whoops. There it goes again with saying stupid shit dumbass.

Chan wiped some of his tears away so he could see more clearly, “Yeah…” He nodded solemnly at the older wolf, “She’s pregnant. The baby’s why she was in so much pain earlier.”

“Are- Are her and the baby alright?” He asked concerned for your well being as well as his possible niece or nephew.

Chan nodded again, “They’re- They’re both fine. I just- I said some things I shouldn’t have about not having it and she- she’s really upset with me.”

Joshua took it upon himself to bring the pup into his room to talk for some privacy and to knock some sense into him in the kindest way possible.

-

“Channie, why didn’t you just tell her the reason you’re so scared of being a dad? She’d understand.” Shua insists, rubbing his baby brothers back as he broke out into sobs for the tenth time that day.

He sniffled to regain some composure, “Because- because Shua Hyung, she’ll try and show me that I have nothing to worry about. But no matter what I’ll be worried. The second I’d let my guard down, something could happen and I’d lose both of them,” He reasoned, “And how- how am I supposed to love something that could end up getting the love of my life killed?! How can I just be okay with the fact that she actually wants to put herself in danger to have it?”

Joshua sat there for a moment on his bed as if he were thinking long and hard about a response, “I know why you’re worried Chan. But she’s not your brother. It wasn’t your fault that he didn’t make it. And it wouldn’t be your fault if she didn’t either,” He paused with a dramatic sigh, “But (Y/N)’s a wolf too you know. She can protect herself pretty well. Hell, if any of us would survive till old age, my bets on her. She is already 600 after all. She didn’t get to that number because of other people, she got there by saving herself. She’ll be okay.”

He was right. Deep down, Chan knew he was right. You were strong, stronger than them. You’d survived this long all by yourself, you shouldn’t have a problem protecting yourself now with even extra help. He knew that. But part of him was still worried.

“But you NEED to talk to her. Just tell her how you feel. It’s not fair to leave her in the dark dude.” Joshua finished his speech.

Chan erratically nodded his head, “You’re right Shua Hyung,” He was still very weary of having a baby, but he absolutely hated the fact that you weren’t talking to him because of it. So he’d just have to suck it up and tell you the truth, “I’ll tell her.” He stood up from Josh’s bed and turned to face the older wolf, “Let’s just hope she forgives me.”

“She will,” Joshua smiled, “Now go make up with your mate. I’m gonna take a nap. Helping all you with your problems is exhausting sometimes.” He chuckled while pulling his blankets over himself.

And with that, Chan quietly left his brother’s room and make his way back to your bedroom door.

Here it goes. Just be honest. Honesty will set him free and make you not hate him anymore. He could do that.

He knocked on your shared bedroom door, “(Y/N), can- can we please talk? I- I need to explain myself to you,” He put his forehead against the door when he got no response, “… P-Please…?”

He heard rustling behind the thick piece of wood and then a little click of the lock. He pulled himself back from the door just in the nick of time as you hurriedly opened it soon after.

“Five minutes. If I don’t like what I heard after that, you’re sleeping downstairs in definitely.” You decided, crossing your arms over your chest in a huff as you walked back to your bed, allowing him access to your room.

He walked into the bedroom and gently shut the door. When he turned back around, he was met with your staring at him on your messy bed.

Well… here goes nothing.

(Updated 10/22)

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

MY PRETTY LITTLE MAID - CHOI SOOBIN - NSFW

Choi Soobin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: smut

Warning list: dom Boss!Soobin, sub maid! reader, unprotected + pullout method, praise (good girl), pet names; (baby, sweetheart), marking, a few spanks, a tinge of possessiveness, no romantic feelings, messy, calls Soobin ‘Sir’, reader gets referred to as ‘thing’, mention of dumbification, mention of dacryphilia

Word count : 610 - short little baby

Summary: Your Soobin’s maid… you clean his house… so why are you bent over his kitchen counter stuffed with his dick? 🫵 guilty

Soobin is your boss, that’s it… nothing else. So why are you bent over his kitchen counter, dripping cunt exposed as he rams into you. Chest flush with your back as he grunts “my pretty little maid… you gonna clean this up after I’m done with you?”. Each word delivered a hot fan of air to hit you skin, making you grow hotter and hotter.

“Yes sir” you moaned, trying to desperately grip onto the counter anywhere you could to find some stability, eventually finding the edge of the counter. He hummed at the sound “such a good thing huh? Wearing the outfits I give you… cleaning everything for me… letting me use your cunt… I think you need a raise baby” each pause he takes he fills with a kiss to your neck. Soft skin so perfect for him, so ready to be marked up by him and how could he deny such a pretty girl.

Your walls gripped his cock as he marked your skin with red splotches, “you like that baby? You like being mine?” He teased, biting your shoulder quickly before continuing to mark your precious skin. It was so wrong… but it was so terribly good.

Desperately, you nodded, not trusting your words. He chuckled at how pathetic you were “You gone dumb baby? Can you only think about my dick?”. Once again, only a nod. “That’s alright… focus on it baby” he teased, before completely forgetting his gentle pace and thrusting into you like a mad man. He was pussy drunk on you, he needed more.

Each drag of his cock had you shaking, a light sheen of sweat coating your body, and your breath heaving as it slipped from your lips with your moans. You were a mess, Soobin’s mess. Your makeup was smudged to say the least. Pretty red lipstick ,Soobin had brought you, was slipping past the brink of your lip and onto your cheek, remnants still on Soobin’s lips. Your mascara rolled down your face with each pretty tear that slipped from your eyes. How could you look so beautiful whilst crying? God Soobin loved making a mess of you.

Your dress pulled down just under your tits, full breasts spilling from the top in such a dirty way that Soobin throbbed at the sight. Bottom of the short dress pulled just over your ass, sitting at your lower back so he could see each shake of your ass as his hips hit yours. Your legs quaked as your high grew closer and Soobin moaned at the sight. “My pretty little maid… such a mess… and all for me” he groans, hand coming down to spank your ass. Whines slip from your lips as he continues, “Gonna fuck you till you can’t even move to clean yourself up…” he whimpered “gonna stay a mess forever… all for me baby”.

He was so close now, but he had to make sure you were there with him. His hand circled around your hip and met your clit. Delicate circles had you gasping, body seizing up as you knuckles turned white, gripping the counter. “S-Sir, gonna- “.

“I know baby, it’s okay, you’ve been such a good girl. Cum for me baby” he tells you, your high following closely. Pleasure ripped through you, body convulsing as his ministrations continued until he’d cum all over your back.

As you lay against the counter trying to catch your breath the sound of him doing up his trousers hit your ears. He was already done with you then… he leant forward, lips touching your ear “Clean yourself up baby, my wife will be home soon”.

Second part 🫶

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR - CHOI YEONJUN - NSFW

Yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warning list: Dom!Yeonjun x Brat!AFAB, reader, insecure reader for a second, shower sex, mild size mention, fingering (f!receiving), marking, scratching, chocking, degradation; (slut), pet names; (love), have to stay quiet, private in public- does that make sense?

Word count: 3,500

Summary: Lucky you got to be a back up dancer for your best friends k pop group, and your crush also happens to be in the group. Teasing him couldn’t end badly could it?

This is my drabble for @majestyjun ‘s Yeonjun birthday event! I hope you all like it and give all the artists involved support <3

Rushed hands wrapped around your wrist, yanking you harshly into the boys showering room. But their rough dragging didn't stop there, you were then pushed into a showering cubicle, the sound of the lock turning soon after.

Was this... the consequences of your own actions?

You knew you shouldn't tease Yeonjun, but you just couldn't help it. It was far too much fun to pass up, even with the rest of your dance team and txt in the room...

The one who had pulled you out of the corridor, slowly spun his head to meet your gaze. Red hot rage shot through his usually soft brown eyes, straight into your head. His voice wasn't much different to the emotion that showed in his stare. "Do you think that's funny", he mutters, voice low and grumbly, almost like he's holding back the words that he wants to say.

Like frightened prey, when cornered by its predator, you take a step further away from him. But just like the predator, he takes a step closer to you, not letting the chance of intimidation slip through his grasp.

"Answer me!" he demands, like a king that's used to having every last order he makes fulfilled with a click of his long fingers.

Any chance at escape is quickly limited by the slam of his hand conjoining with the wall next to your head. Dominance seeped from ever action he made, whether it be big or small. Embarrassingly, a small yelp travelled out of your mouth at the action, your mind running at 100mph just to figure out how you got yourself in this position.

He seemed to desire the honest truth, so that is exactly what you must give him. The king's orders may never be disobeyed after all. Finally, some words slipped from your lips, in a quiet mumble "Yes, I find it funny".

Body shaking slightly with a chuckle, his handsome face drew closer to yours. Your bodies pressed against each other in a warm heat, a feeling you never knew you needed until now. Every curve of your bodies slipped against each other like an irregular, but beautiful puzzle. Almost as if the cuts in the pieces weren't straight but fit together none the less.

Flicking your wandering eyes back to his, you noticed that the rage that burned within them was replaced by something else. Deep, dark lust pooled in his eyes like a desperate starved monster.

Controlling meanings slipped through his words as he spoke, "Well, it's not! You do not get to tease me like that, in front of everyone. Is that understood?”

A teasing, slow hand slid its way onto your waist, grabbing onto you, like a claim to victory. The motion made you feel weak already, you were never great with soft physical touch. The slow drag of his fingertips against your soft skin made goosebumps rake along your skin, a tell-tale sign that you were sensitive to that sort of attention.

Your voice kept to its same nervous mumble as you responded "Understood". The word was simple, but that's all he wished to hear from you, the clear acceptance to his dominating demands.

His chest shook once again, a raw chuckle slipping through his sweet, plump lips. Faces growing closer together, his breath fanned over your face, the distance between your lips slowly diminishing.

Sudden waves of realisation at the current situation washed through you, like cold water shocking your system. "Ummm Yeonjun.." you whispered, the sound coming out like a soft whisper of wind, despite it being the start of a storm.

Swarming eyes flicked away from the stare they had on your lips, up to your eyes. His head shook lightly, gaining control of his emotions for an honest second. “This is your chance (Y/N). Tell me yes or no now. Cause you know I am going to fuck you if you don't tell me no." he ordered, fingers running against your chin and gripping it gently.

His desires had been perfectly set out for you in a display window, now you just had to make a choice. But just as his desires were obvious, yours ran like a clear river through your mind, paving a path for the dirty thoughts to flow.

In a swift attempt to gain dominance over the situation, you leant forward and pushed him up against the opposite wall to the one you had just been trapped against. Feet stood in tiptoes, desperately reaching up to kiss him.

Your lips joined together in a heated, impatient kiss. Perfection was laced through every move of his soft lips against yours, a calculated pursuit of pleasure. Slick wetness prodded its way into your mouth, his tongue tangling with your own. The fight for control was soon over and every move he made would determine what you would do next. He had full control over you, like a puppet. Would you let him use you? Maybe after a small fight...

Hands that were once holding tightly onto your waist, pushed you off him, the distance becoming evidently clear in the rush of cold against your skin. Sharp eyes looked down at you, then drifted to the shower at your side. A sly smirk dawned upon his lips, like he had just had the best idea of his lifetime. You weren't exactly an innocent girl; you could tell what he was thinking.

The quick, hard order met your ears "Strip", he didn't say it like a question, or an offer. It was a command he spoke, a must, and God only knows what happens to those that dare disobey his highnesses orders.

Fear of retribution didn't stop your mind from spinning into a frantic panic at the thought of removing your clothes. The approaching insecurity you held deep within you begun to creep out like a deadly virus, poisoning you and spoiling your thoughts.

The deep chuckle of his voice sounded to your ears, pausing your worry for a split second as he spoke “Don't get shy now Love. You weren't shy earlier. See, l'lI show you how to do it".

Fingers gripped onto the bottom of his shirt, skilfully pulling it over his head. Every curve, dip and lift of his defined chest and arms were now on display for your hungry eyes to feast upon. Unholy desire, to run your fingers along him, spun your head away from your insecurities and towards the goal at hand.

Your own fingers pulled at your top, throwing it to the corner of the cubicle, your shorts following suit. Patience was strung like a thin, flimsy wire, and the second he took off his shirt the wire snapped, freeing you of any control you once had over yourself. Your underwear remained on your body, not wanting to show him anymore, unless he would equal out the playing field.

Putting on a show his hands ran down his chest, over every part of him you wanted to touch, right to the very edge of his shorts. A stray finger slipped under the band and pulled it down far too slowly for your thirsty mind. The show was coming to a quick close as he noticed your impatience and pulled them down his legs, disregarding them where your own clothes had begun to pile.

You practically threw yourself at him as soon as he was leant against the wall again. Lips joined together in a hungry kiss, hands roaming each other's bodies and the remainder of your clothes were quickly shimmied and thrown off yourselves.

Desperation was clouding you both like a thick aura, and you knew you didn't have enough time to take this slow, you needed to get on with this soon or the rest of the dance team would figure out where you'd gone.

A stray finger ran down your slit causing you to shiver at the surprising feeling. When did his hand get down there? You have no clue. Do you mind? Not one bit.

"God you are so fucking wet" he groans, desire to have his cock shrouded in the feeling of your wetness evident in the whine of his tone. Even guys like Yeonjun start whining when it comes down to it. How well can he keep his composure? You'll find out.

The finger dipped into your entrance, giving you all the attention you needed. The finger was slow, teasing for a bit, but it quickly became faster, harder. Before long, there was another finger in you, fucking your insides and getting you ready for Yeonjun's cock.

He knew what he was doing, every curl and plunge of his fingers told you that much. Whether he had done this before was a mystery, but it's not like you were innocent either. Is it bad that you hoped he hadn't done it before, that's selfish isn't it?

He moved his spare hand up to one of your tits and he rolled and played with your nipple until he got a reaction out of you that he liked, one that told him he was touching you right. With the lustful mix of his fingers thrusting into you and your nipple being played with you were moaning like your life depended on it. You had always been told you were a loud girl, and right here wasn't really the place for it.

The very moment he felt your walls clench around his fingers he pulled away from you. Sticking his wet fingers in your mouth he ordered "Now be quiet whilst you take me hmmmm~ and if anyone walks in... make sure you don't say a fucking word".

As he speaks you twirl your tongue around every inch of his fingers, lightly sucking and tasting yourself on him. "God, don't do that. You'll make me want to stick my dick in your mouth" he choked out, quickly removing his digits from your mouth, a line of saliva connecting you for a mere second before it broke.

"And what's so wrong with that Jjunie~" you whisper, bringing your body against his and squishing your chest against him. His composure was breaking with your games, and you wanted it to shatter completely. You find such joy in trying to bring a man to his knees.

Fingers wrapped around your neck and pushed you away from him and under the shower "Shut up... or I'll make you" he muttered; words meant more as a warning than a challenge. But... you liked being used like a slut, that's why you acted like a brat. Clearly Yeonjun had you figured out more than other guys do.

You would have countered back had you not found the hand around your neck to be the most attractive thing he could have done to you. Your knees grew weak, and you practically wanted to throw myself at him, but you'd restrain yourself.

His other hand reached behind you and turned on the shower, warm water running over your body, making you glisten in such a filthy way. You wondered if he was thinking he could wash and fuck the brat out of you... if he was, he was severely mistaken.

The grip on your neck disappeared, but that doesn't mean that his control was gone. Ghosting touch remained on your neck reminding you of the type of man he is, the things he would do if you don't comply to him, and oh how tempting it was.

As the thoughts of disobedience rung through your head, they were just as quickly wiped away. Yeonjun turned you away from him, bent you over and stroked a rough hand up your ass.

Your hands swiftly found the wall, and used it to keep you stable, opening your legs so he would have full access to you. One rough smack to your ass echoed through the room, your yelp following soon after. “That is for teasing me" he told, voice hardly recognisable as his own anymore. Another spank to your ass made you let out a loud moan this time. “That's for acting like a pretty little slut.... And this one, is because I wanted too" he spoke, one final slap to your ass making a moan slip from your mouth.

Just as you were gaining back your composure and state of mind, you felt his cock press against your hole. Your eyes slipped closed as you concentrated on the small bit of stimulation you were desperate for. His cock slowly traveled up and down your slit a few times before he actually bottomed out inside of you. A moan ripped from your throat at the feeling of being aggressively stretched by his big cock, whilst a thick groan came from his own mouth.

For you the initial entrance was always the most pleasurable feeling, other than the orgasm of course, and because Yeonjun fingered you before fucking you were that bit more sensitive.

Every slip of his dick, in and out of your hole, had you whining desperately. His fingers reached forward and wrapped around your mouth, quickly realising you wouldn't be able to hold back your sounds. "As much as I do want to hear that slutty voice of yours, I think it's best you be quiet" he whispered, bringing his hips back before slamming into you.

It wasn't long before he was rocking into you at a brutal, pleasurable pace, your body slamming forward at the movement. Your hands slipped every now and then, the wet tiles not giving you as much grip as Yeonjun had on your hip. The water had your hair in a slick wave, travelling down your back and it would flick over your shoulder every other thrust, reminding you simply how hard Yeonjun was fucking you.

Just as you felt the knot in your stomach start to burst, his dick slipped out of you, the feeling fading slowly. He made quick work of flipping you around so you could face him as you whine "Fuck, no, Jjunie, I was going to cum!" Your voice sounded as an annoyed whisper, angry at his behaviour, but aware that people may hear you if you were too loud.

So far you had been lucky, nobody had come into the showering rooms. But that was to be expected, it's the middle of the day and people don't go to showering rooms mid schedule, let alone the ones at the company. Everyone is simply too busy with other things and have no reason to not use the showers at their dorms, which gave you the perfect spot to fuck.

His chest shook with that familiar chuckle as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around him naturally. The arms holding you up were as strong as you had always imagined after seeing him dance in his vests during dance practice. Now that they were around you in such a filthy act you felt your stomach swirl.

His dick slid back into your hole like it was nothing, your arousal paving the perfect path. Your back made contact with the wet tiled wall as he started fucking you again. "That's exactly why I turned you around, so I can see that beautiful look on you face when you cum on my cock". The very sound of his words had made you weak, a loud moan coming out of your mouth, despite you biting down on your lip to stop the sounds from escaping you.

He thrusted in and out of you, kissing at your neck roughly, probably leaving marks you'll hate him for later. With each kiss he left you felt a stinging sensation linger where his lips once had, that was enough to tell you he was marking you, that you were sooooo getting told off later, but you really couldn't care less.

Your hands roughly grabbed onto his back, your nails scrapping along it just as harshly as he was kissing your skin. You were just trying to grasp onto something, but the water had your pretty acrylics sliding across his skin. A low groan sounded from his throat "Fuck, keep doing that". You don't know what he loved so much about it, but you couldn't stop doing it, so you weren't one to complain.

As much as you felt the knot in your stomach start to burst, you tried to hold it off, not wanting to cum without him.

His movements started becoming erratic and you knew he was going to cum soon, and he wasn't the only one. You locked your lips to his, knowing you would moan loudly when you cum. One thrust, two thrusts, three and you had cum on his dick, but the thrusts didn't stop for him, he needed a few more before he had cum. You moaned into the kiss, his groans joining with yours.

When he pulled you off his cock you whined at the lack of warmth he provided. You detached your mouth from his, heavily panting with your head leant on his shoulder. Slowly, he helped you back into a standing position and under the water, so he could help clean you.

As he washed your hair you stared up at him, your hands placed on his abs. He looked so pretty flushed slightly red, and you knew that such a sight had made you blush.

You ran your hands all over his chest, feeling your fingers run up and down the definition. He chuckled, looking down at you as his hands massaged the shampoo on your scalp "It's nice to know you like my body~", he teased in a low mumble.

You huffed and took your hands from him "No need to be all cocky about it" you muttered, whining like a child that just got told off.

Staring up at him, a sudden thought crossed your mind “Yeonjun...?" You whispered, he nodded his head and you continued “how am I going to get out of here without being caught?".

He shrugged his shoulder and started washing his hair, not seeming all that bothered about the situation you were now in. "Yeonjun, help me think of something" you whispered to him, he shook his head with a laugh "no, cause it's not my problem. This is revenge for teasing me during dance practice, do you know how complicated it was to try and hide how hard I was. I hope this lesson will teach you something~ You will get caught. I won't, I did nothing wrong, all i did was shower. You are the one breaking the rules!"

You shook your head at him and pushed him out from under the water quickly washing yourself then getting your clothes back on. Seeing as they weren't wet you could continue to wear them.

Then you literally unlocked the door, left it wide open and ran out of the boy's bathroom. You were quick, not giving anyone the chance to see you, not that anyone was at this side of the company right now.

You made it back to the girls showering rooms and quickly dried your hair, re applied any other daily product and made it back to the dance studio before anyone could notice where you had gone.

You slid up next to Taehyun, your best friend, and he nodded at you, not really noticing you had gone anywhere. Five minutes later Yeonjun walked in with a sweet look on his face, his normally tucked hair behind his ears, not a single thing out of place. You hadn't even looked in the mirror, for all you knew you could look like shit.

You tried to mind your own business and stay huddled up in the corner, leaning on Taehyun. But Kai didn't seem like a fan of the idea. "Hey Hey (Y/N)! You are back! Come join us!?" He shouted, practically pulling you up to join him. You looked over to the group he was on about and as much as you loved them, you just didn't feel like it.

"Sorry Kai, not right now hmm~ l'm trying to get rest before we begin practice again. Go play with one of the other dancers~" you say, crumpling back down to Taehyun's side as Kai lets you go. "Hmmm, fine, but later though" he tells, quickly running back to them.

"Did you just go for a shower?" Taehyun asks? You slowly turn to face him and nod, knowing he had already figured you out. "Don't use the shampoo at the company again. This one doesn't smell right...

It's not your smell... does that make sense?". You couldn't help but giggle at him, you knew exactly what he meant, and it was adorable that he knew what smell suited you. "Noted, don't use this shampoo again" you joke, running your fingers through your hair, hoping he wouldn't notice how odd it was to take a shower halfway through dance practice, only to get sweaty again.

You glance up and see Yeonjun staring at you from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a friendly gaze it was teasing…. Oh lord, is it time for lesson two? What have you done?

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

[22:05]- Yeonjun thoughts - NSFW

You’d kneel there patiently, eyeing him so beggingly as he looked down on you in between his knees. You were so pathetic, so ready for him. He loved the wide eyed look on you face when you begged.

“Are you that desperate love?” Yeonjun teased, voice low as he gripped your chin and pulled you towards him. You nodded so aggressively “p-please sir I need it~”.

He chuckled at you like you were stupid, “open wide then baby” he says, pressing on your swollen bottom lip. You comply, completely ready to be humiliated like you wanted.

His lips quirked into a smirk at how easy you were and leant over you. “You are a fucking filthy slut, you know?” And he spat in your mouth, quickly slapping your face afterwards, tingles spreading through your cheek at the strike. “Swallow it whore”, he chuckled, watching as you closed your mouth and did as he said, opening to show him it was all gone afterwards. “Such a good fucking girl hmmm~”