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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Hunter. Hunted. Predator. Prey. It's all the same when you know how it ends right? Let the game begin.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, Skz!Pack, skz!abo, Poly!skz, omegaverse abo, a/b/o, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, femreader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, ateez, ateez!pack, atiny, skz fluff, skz smut, primal play, primal skz

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Primal Play, CNC, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Delayed After Care

Title: Catch Me if You Can

“They’re going to fucking murder us once they find out about this, you know.”

Yeosang effortlessly avoids a stubborn root breaking through the running trail, and matches your pace once more, his feet pounding on the pavement a distinct echo of your own.

“You worry too much.” You puff out, glancing down at your watch, taking note of the time and distance.

Yeosang shoots you a glare, shifting slightly to allow you to follow the curve of the path. “I worry just the right amount, thank you very much.” He retorts back, checking his own watch with a brief downward flick of his eyes. “You, on the contrary, don’t worry enough.”

You roll your eyes at your best friend, giving him a slightly exasperated, amused twist of your lips in response.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t.” He immediately deadpans back, picking up the pace a bit as the final stretch of your run comes into view.

You match him easily, your wolf reveling in stretching its legs.

Speeding up just enough to get in front of him, you turn and jog backward a few steps, offering him what you hope is a pleading look, batting your eyes for extra good measure.

“Please, Sangie? For me, baby? Mommy really wants this one.” Your voice is a whine, and you don’t miss the way he grimaces at your words.

“Ew. You’re disgusting. Don’t ever call yourself mommy ever again.”

He shoves past you and makes a sprint for the parking lot.

You grin, and follow after him, calling out loud enough to be heard over your pounding footsteps, “So is that a yes then?”

“Fuck you!” Yeosang calls back over his shoulder, giving you the middle finger without looking in your direction.

Your grin grows wider.

You’re going to take that as a yes.

**************

You push through the door into the apartment and are immediately met with the smell of something cooking.

Your stomach growls at the thought of food-Minho’s food- and you kick off your sneakers with a thud against the entryway hall, wincing slightly as they leave a scuff on the plaster.

Jeongin appears on his way to the living room, hoisting a backpack over his shoulder, and when he catches sight of you, he pauses, taking in your running outfit, the sheen of sweat on your skin.

“How many?” He asks without preamble, grinning at you.

“Twelve.” You answer back with an arch of your brow and a smug smirk, and he steps toward you to give you a fist bump, knuckles meeting your own.

“Nice.” He grins wider, nodding his head.

“Jesus Christ.” Jisung, who has just appeared in the doorway behind Jeongin, mutters beneath his breath at your words, as if the very thought of running twelve miles is utterly revolting to him.

“Whoa.” Changbin practically runs into the halted Jeongin and Jisung as he enters, and the small front hallway is beginning to feel more and more packed by the second. “I was unaware we were having a pack meeting by the front door.”

“We’re not.” Jisung chirps, herding Jeongin toward the living room. “Just saying hi to noona.”

Changbin pats the youngest on the head affectionately as he slips by him, and then proceeds to lean over to grab his shoes, already dressed for the gym, his duffle bag hanging loosely off one shoulder.

You move to allow him access to the closet, and suddenly, he freezes, eyes flicking up to your own.

You stare at him, unsure of what’s happening, and then he promptly drops his gym bag and straightens up, sneakers forgotten.

His hand goes against the wall beside your head, and he leans into you, fingers gripping your chin, pupils suddenly wide and dark.

“You smell fucking incredible.” He murmurs, voice on the edge of a growl.

Suddenly, it clicks.

You give him the hint of a smug smirk. “I just got back from a run.”

Changbin groans, as if he’s heavily considering the pros and cons of controlling himself, and then grits out, “God, I love when you go running.”

His fingers tighten on your chin, and he angles your head to expose your throat, before he leans over and licks one long stripe up the side of your neck with an expert, rough swipe of his tongue.

Everything inside of you turns to jelly.

“Fuck, you taste fucking incredible too.” He growls, lips brushing against the underside of your jaw with every word.

“Oh, fuck me.” Hyunjin groans in obvious disgust, appearing in the empty doorway, a pair of headphones in one hand, his painting supplies in the other.

He’s clearly referencing the swirl of alpha pheromones currently drenching the entryway, not to mention, Changbin’s mouth still on your skin, and his very clear erection pressed between the two of you.

“I would love nothing more.” Chan replies cheekily, appearing behind the disgruntled Hyunjin, giving him an affectionate pat on the head as he pushes past the clearly annoyed omega. “But later, Jinnie. Bin and I are late for the studio.” Changbin sighs and rolls his eyes heavenward at Chan’s words, pulling back from you reluctantly as the head alpha leans between the two of you to grab his shoes, either completely oblivious to the tension or blatantly choosing to ignore it.

“God fucking dammit.” The other alpha curses beneath his breath, and you swear you see Chan hide a smile.

“C’mon, Bin. We have shit to work on. We gotta get it done.”

Changbin groans and leans over to grab his bag with jerky irritated movements. “You’re a fucking cockblocker to the fullest, hyung.”

“It’s his proudest title.” Hyunjin interjects with a sweet smile and bat of his lashes in Chan’s direction, as he moves past the three of you to reach for his jacket.

You giggle, and Chan shoots you an exasperated look, Changbin looking up at the sound.

Chan turns to Hyunjin to say something in response, and Changbin takes the momentary distraction to step toward you once more, his eyes darkening and his posture growing threatening.

His fingers pinch your chin, tighter than before, and you resist the urge to whine, as he leans in close to your lips, the scent of smoke filling your nose.

“Tonight. At the game. You’re mine.” His growled words send heat directly between your legs, wet and warm, but you try to remain stoic, giving him an innocent look as you inquire back sweetly, “What if we’re on the same team?”

Gold flickers across his irises, and his lips pull back in the start of a growl to reveal sharp canines.

“We won’t be. I’ll make sure of it.”

You swallow hard, and give a little nod, your alpha fully baring its throat to him now that he’s dropped his tone into alpha timber.

Changbin releases you, satisfied, and gives you one last long dangerous look, adjusting himself in his sweats while holding your gaze, before he reluctantly follows Chan out the front door.

*********

“God, we’re so fucking dead.” Yeosang mutters beside you, jiggling his leg nervously, so hard that the log you’re currently sitting on vibrates.

You reach out a hand and tamp down his knee, giving him a pointed stare.

“Will you stop that?” You hiss out the side of your mouth, eyes darting around to the surrounding pack members, all lost in their own conversations as they wait for the game to start. “This is the last fucking time I ask you to be my accomplice.”

“Good.” Yeosang whips right back beneath his breath, glaring sidelong at you. “I rather prefer myself breathing, thank you very much, and after this, Seonghwa-hyung is gonna skin me alive.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics and dig your nails into his knee, so hard he winces and shoots you another outraged glower.

“Relax, Sangie. How bad could it possibly go?”

“I fucking hate you, you know that?”

You give him a wicked grin and blow him a cheeky kiss, to which he responds with a middle finger, just as Seungmin steps into the light of the bonfire you’re all gathered around.

As the unofficial officiator of the games, his long fingers are already full of black and white scrunchies.

The beta pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand, and glances around at all of you with a serious expression.

Everyone is quiet now, the banter from earlier dying down and giving way to anticipatory tension.

“Rules are as they always are.” Seungmin starts, his voice carrying over all of you, drifting into the dark, silence of the wood beyond.

The fire crackles loudly, and a log pops before disintegrating into glowing red coals.

The wave of ensuing smoke reminds you of Changbin, and you glance across to him to find him already watching you, eyes dark and endless.

Predatory.

A shiver goes down your spine.

“However-” Seungmin clears his throat, and beside you, Yeosang tenses up.

The smell of rotting driftwood assaults your senses.

God, he’s going to fucking give it away before the game even begins.

Seungmin’s gaze drifts to you, but it doesn’t linger, skirting to Yeosang and then beyond.

He’s a master at poker face, it’s why he’d been chosen as the referee for the games in the first place, never giving anything away.

“-an anonymous party has requested a caveat of sorts, and I have agreed.”

There is some murmuring among the omegas to your left, but your gaze is locked on Seungmin, every muscle in your body suddenly bunched.

Your wolf paces impatiently, ready to run.

A slight smirk twitches on Seungmin’s lips.

“After all, anything to make the game a little more unpredictable, am I right?” Beside you, Yeosang groans.

“But first-” Seungmin backtracks, and you hear a few other pack members groan at the anticlimactic drag out. “-come and get your scrunchies.”

Everyone stands in a bustle of motion, converging on Seungmin, hands eagerly grabbing markers confidently.

You step forward, reaching for one of the black predator scrunchies in the beta’s left hand, when someone knocks your hand away, fingers going tightly around your wrist.

You know who it is without looking, yet you glance over anyway, seeing Changbin scowling at you, his expression fiery.

“Not you.” He growls, before he takes the scrunchie you were reaching for and slides the black fabric around his own wrist.

You stare at him, but he doesn’t let you go, reaching across your joined arms for a prey marker instead, nodding to Seungmin, before he snaps the white scrunchie around your free arm, tugging you toward him with the same motion.

You stumble, and your free hand braces against his chest so you don’t fall into him completely, though you know he could hold you up easily.

His eyes are so dark, that you swear you can see the lack of reflection in them.

“Like I said,” He rumbles dangerously, and the sound vibrates in his chest, through your fingers, and instantly makes you swallow. “You’re mine.”

The brat inside of you rears its head, and you smirk up at him confidently.

“If you can catch me.”

Something feral flashes across Changbin’s eyes at your taunting, and he bares his teeth, a growl starting low in his chest.

“I don’t think you’re understanding me, little one.” He purrs warningly, fingers tightening their hold on your wrist, making your pulse race beneath his fingertips.

He leans down, and his nose brushes your own, his voice dropping impossibly low and deep.

More animal, less man.

“You’re. Mine.”

He releases you, and you stumble back, head swimming, wolf suddenly very much ready, and he gives you one last, long dark look, before he retreats to the predator side of the fire, sitting down beside Chan.

You catch your breath, and return to sit beside Yeosang, who is nervously playing with his own white scrunchie.

“That looked intense.” He remarks, and it takes you a minute to realize he’s talking about Changbin.

“Yeah.” You manage to get out, still slightly breathless, more than a little turned on. Your inner thighs are already wet. “Just a little.”

Across the fire, you can feel Changbin’s gaze boring into you.

Your attention is drawn back to Seungmin as he drops his now empty hands, crossing his arms over his chest as he regards you all once more.

“Now. As for the caveat-” His gaze sweeps to the predator side of the fire, and Yeosang gulps audibly from beside you.

“Tonight, predators are not allowed scent blockers.”

Chaos ensues.

Beside you, the rest of the prey glances between each other with wide eyes, whispering and murmuring.

Across the fire, the predators are in shambles.

“What? That’s bullshit!” San shoots to his feet.

Wooyoung cackles gleefully from somewhere beside Felix.

Seungmin holds out his hands to either side, looking annoyed with the commotion.

“Everyone shut up, I’ve spent the time going over this additional rule, and I think it’s well allowed in this instance-”

Your eyes drift across the crest of the fire without permission to Changbin, who hasn’t moved since the announcement, seated silently beside Chan, a frozen statue amidst the chaos.

He arches a brow when he catches your gaze, and something in his slightly amused, impressed expression clearly inquires silently, your doing?

You can’t bite back the grin that threatens your lips, as you give a slight, silent shrug in response.

Try to catch me now, predator.

“Oh fuck, he knows.” Yeosang squeaks from beside you, and you glance over to your friend, before following his terrified gaze across the bonfire to Seonghwa, who is staring down the other alpha with nothing less than murder in his dark eyes.

You pat him unhelpfully on the shoulder.

“RIP.”

Yeosang glares at you. “You better fucking speak at my funeral.”

You grin. “No promises.”

He curses, and mutters another string of insults beneath his breath, but your gaze is drawn back to that of a certain alpha sitting across the fire, completely nonplussed and completely focused on you.

Fuck, tonight was going to be fun.

“Prey.” Seungmin calls out, and you snap your gaze back to him, now holding a large open jar of what looks to be vaseline, but is really scent blocking gel, in his outstretched hand. “Come cover up.”

You grin, and pat Yeosang on the back once more for good measure before rising to your feet, ignoring his pointed look of death in your general direction.

Yeah. Tonight was going to be really fun.

*******

It had started to drizzle shortly after you entered the forest.

Prey got their precursory fifteen second head start, and you had used it wisely, breaking immediately for the eastern edge of the boundaries, where you knew a small stream was banked by steep walls and thick foliage.

You may have the advantage of wearing scent blockers, but any and all advantages stopped there.

Changbin was bound to hunt you like a bloodhound on a scent, and you needed to get to that water fast, washing away your scent trail and footsteps, your sneakers already beginning to sink into the gathering mud, leaving behind a clear path.

You reach the stream in record time, and survey your surroundings, debating the easiest way to make your way down the steep embankment.

The rain is pouring now, drenching your clothes and making them heavy, your line of sight severely compromised as the fog starts to roll in.

A crack of lightning over head startles you, making you flinch, and consequently, lose your precarious footing.

With a yelp, you slip in the mud and go down, tumbling violently down the embankment and into the stream, which is engorged and rapid with the oncoming downfall.

“Fuck.” You curse, the cold water of the stream instantly making you shiver, your clothes even heavier and wetter than before, as you struggle to right yourself and crawl to the bank of the stream, the rocks slipping beneath your hands.

The clay that lines the stream is soupy now, thick and breaking off between your fingers, and you swear again as you scrabble to get a grip good enough to pull yourself up.

That’s when you hear it-the sound of a branch cracking, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the rain.

You instantly freeze, ignoring the mud covering your hands, the freezing water slipping over your legs.

Another snap of foliage, closer now, and you suck in a breath, trying not to panic, as you glance around for somewhere in the stream bed to hide.

And then you see a pair of large, dark eyes staring at you wildly from the midst of a thicket only a few feet away, the panic clear in the familiar caramel irises.

Jeongin.

Without thinking, you roll your body across the little bit of embankment separating you, and drop down into the middle of the thicket beside him.

You’re breathing heavily, your clothes drooping from your limbs with the weight of the water, and the branches scratched you mercilessly on the way in, but beside that, you’re hidden.

And that’s all that matters.

A footstep sounds above you, on the edge of the upper embankment, out of your view, and Jeongin stiffens beside you.

If you could scent him right now, you would bet the small safety of the bush you’re currently hiding in would smell strongly of burning bread and too much cinnamon.

Instead, a wave of roses tickles your nose, and then, the faint whiff of amber.

Fuck, you should’ve known they’d be hunting together.

Another footstep, and then you hear Seonghwa say in a soft voice, “Clever prey. Using the water and the storm to their advantage.”

“Mm.” That’s Minho’s voice, humming low in agreement. “But we knew they were clever already, didn’t we?”

Seonghwa chuckles, more of a purr, and it has your hackles rising. “I guess we did.”

“Still-” Minho muses, and you see a sneaker come into view, dropping over the steep cut off of the embankment you fell down only minutes before.

Beside you, Jeongin cowers back, his eyes large and dark, pupils blown.

A whimper escapes his lips as Minho draws closer, and you slide your hand over his mouth quickly, silencing him, as you give him a pointed, wordless stare, your own body tensed and ready to run.

Minho’s muddy sneaker is dangling right in front of your hiding place now, and Jeongin is shaking.

“-I wonder how far they’re really willing to go.”

There is the sound of a branch breaking, and then the sneaker disappears from sight, before you hear the two alphas resume walking away from you.

Once you can’t smell even a hint of roses or amber any longer, you allow yourself to collapse back into the mud, removing your tightly clamped hand from Jeongin’s mouth.

He has red marks from your fingers dug into his full cheeks, and his eyes are still wide and terrified, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, shuddering on the exhale. “That was close.”

“Yeah.” You give a quick, curt nod, and glance up at the dark sky through the branches of your hiding spot, judging how much time has passed.

Changbin would be hot on your trail by now. You don’t have much time.

“We should go.” You give Jeongin a serious look, and he nods, swallowing, his throat bobbing, before you both push free from the branches of the thicket.

Your sneakers fill with water once more as you emerge into the open, stepping into the stream.

“Head off and I’ll go the opposite direction from you. We’re too vulnerable if we stick together.”

Jeongin nods again, clenching his fists, his small frame still shivering, and doggedly begins jogging away from you, staying in the creek for several meters, before you see him grab for an outreaching root and pull himself up the embankment and out of sight on the other side.

Letting out a steadying breath, you take off in the opposite direction.

When you’re far enough down stream that you can no longer see the spot where Jeongin disappeared, you leap up the embankment, the mud crumbling beneath your feet, as you slip your way upward, grabbing for a low hanging branch as your foot slides out from under you once more.

You ignore the burn of the rough bark tearing into your palms, heaving yourself upward quickly and quietly, feet finally landing on the somewhat steady lip that juts out before the drop into the stream below.

It’s still pouring, and you swipe a hand across your forehead to clear the dripping water from your vision, even as your newly torn skin stings in protest.

Swiping your palms on your wet pants, ignoring the burn as you do so, you take off at a light sprint, following the line of the stream further and further away from Jeongin, and where you’d last heard Seonghwa and Minho.

It’s tough going, the mud sucking at your feet with every step, the rain soaking your clothes until they’re so heavy they feel like lead attached to your limbs, and you’re panting by the time you reach some sort of clearing, carefully checking your surroundings before stepping out into the open from the safety of the tree line.

The ground is soup here, sinking when you take a careful step forward, the mud quickly rising up around your calf as your shoe disappears from sight.

You swear, and are debating whether to try to double back and skirt around the sink hole type clearing, losing precious time, or just doggedly continue forward, when you smell it.

Smoke.

It burns your nostrils, your throat with every heaving breath inward, sharp and acidic, and fuck, he’s close.

You hear the sound of a branch snap directly behind you, and without thinking, you throw yourself forward into the clearing.

The mud is trying to slow you down, but you leap forward, ignoring the pull on your sneakers, the burn in your calf muscles.

You lunge forward with wild abandon, anything to put some distance between the two of you, and then you feel it, cold fingers snaking around your muddy ankle.

You go down with a shriek, narrowly avoiding landing on your face by catching yourself on your aching palms, flailing in the pool of muck, and as you scrabble to grab something, anything, in front of you to try and drag yourself from his hold, the mud does nothing but break into thick, wet chunks beneath your fingers.

Changbin flips you so you’re on your back, staring up at him, chest heaving, and pins you to the ground, his knees going down heavily on your legs, one of his hands looping around both your wrists and tugging them up into the mud above your head.

You’re both breathing hard, and it gives you a moment of satisfaction to know you put up a good fight.

“Got you.” Changbin growls, leaning over close to your ear, his eyes so dark they could swallow you whole.

There’s only wolf behind those eyes, predator, and the thought makes your legs instantly turn to something akin to jelly.

You stare up at him, silent, and watch him take in the way the mud must be streaking your face, the bloody skin of your palms in his hold.

“Honestly, you made this too easy for me, it’s like you wanted to be caught.” He purrs, lips lifting into a slight smirk, dark and menacing.

“What if I did?” You fire back instantly, defiance rearing its head at his taunting.

Changbin arches a brow, eyes flashing. His fingers pinch your wrists, and you resist the urge to wince.

“Then I’d say, little one, that you don’t know what you’re in for.”

Fuck.

The human part of you desperately wants to give in, desperately wants to be caught, but the louder, more dominant wolf side of you is telling you to run, to resist, to give him what he so obviously wants.

What you both want.

A fight.

His free hand slides down your side, finding the soaked waistband of your leggings, and his fingers curl around the elastic as his swirling golden eyes meet your own.

Every muscle in your body tenses.

His cold fingers touch your equally chilled skin, and he shifts slightly, hovering some of his weight so that he can begin to tug down your leggings.

It’s the moment you need.

Kicking out, you throw him off balance, and he releases you in surprise, giving you just enough time to slither out from beneath his body and make one more last attempt to escape him, scrabbling on hands and knees through the mud to try and regain your footing.

You barely make it three feet before you feel his fingers close around your ankle once more, dragging you back through the mud toward him easily, instantly halting your forward progress.

Swearing and spitting like a cornered cat, you fight him the entire way, fingers clawing trails into the mud, until he’s got you back beneath him, pinned down, staring down at you triumphantly.

You’re both panting again, covered head to toe in mud, and the adrenaline is pumping intoxicatingly through your veins, making everything white hot to the touch.

“Fuck you.” You spit up at him, baring your teeth and glaring him down, writhing in his iron grasped hold.

Changbin grins, sharp teeth flashing white against the streaks of mud on his face, and arches a brow, sitting atop you nonchalantly, as if he hasn’t just battled you for every last inch.

“Normally, I’m into that, and I’d let you.” He acquiesces, his smile dropping into something closer to a dangerous, threatening smirk, as he leans down to put his lips against your ear. “But right now, prey, I’m going to be the only one doing the fucking.”

His fingers find your waistband once more, and this time, he doesn’t hesitate, ripping the fabric down your legs in one swift motion, baring your skin to the elements, and his gaze.

He sits back, admiring you openly, as your skin begins to pebble beneath the cold rain, the mud oozing between your now naked thighs.

“I can smell it on you, you know.” He muses, eyes never leaving your body, expression growing hungry. “You may not give yourself away like an omega, but your arousal is still palpable.”

As if to show you, he swipes a sudden hand up between your legs, and you jolt at the contact, his fingers cold on the place where you’re most hot.

“See?” He holds up his hand, and arches a brow, and his fingers glisten, even in the darkness.

“That could just be rain.” You argue back halfheartedly, because honestly, seeing Changbin with your arousal all over his fingers is doing something weird to your brain.

“Oh?” He murmurs, brow arching even further into the line of his dark, wet curls, as if he’s challenging you to continue.

“Yeah.” You nod weakly, your body starting to lose its fight against him.

It’s fucking hard to resist him when he’s between your legs, showing you your traitorous body’s reaction to him, his own arousal pressing into you from beneath the wet, dark material of his gray sweats.

Without dropping your gaze, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off with one long swipe of his tongue.

Your brain short circuits.

Fuck.

Me.

He seems to know he has you, lips quirking upward into the hint of a twisted, triumphant smirk.

“I can assure you, it’s not rain, little one.”

He leans over, his chest brushing yours with each heaving breath.

His eyes are entirely black pupil, laced with swirling, hot gold.

“Now.” He hums, knocking apart your knees with his own, baring you completely for him. His free hand, the one he licked clean, moving to the waistband of his own sweats.

“Be a good little prey, and let the predator have his reward, hm? After all-” He frees himself from the wet fabric of his sweatpants, and you resist the urge to let your eyes trail downward, swallowing hard. “-I did catch you.”

“I made it easy on purpose.” You gasp out, the words hitching, as he trails himself slowly up and down your inner thighs.

The corner of his mouth lifts with amusement, but he doesn’t look up, watching the way your body openly reacts to what he’s doing.

“Did you?” He muses, almost to himself, beneath his breath.

Your whole body trembles beneath him.

“I don’t believe that.” He continues, voice a low murmur, almost a rumble, in his chest. He reaches up and turns over one of your trapped palms, baring the bleeding, torn skin. His gaze meets your own, and his eyes are dark, dangerous.

Something low swoops in your belly.

“If you’re going to lie to me, little one, at least make it worth it.”

You open your mouth to retort something smart in return, when, without warning, Changbin slams his hips forward and sheaths himself inside of you.

You cry out, stars exploding behind your eyes, back arching and muscles spasming, and Changbin’s hand comes around your throat, pinning you to the muddy ground, his fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to have the nails breaking the surface.

“Don’t move.” He commands, voice strained, the arm that’s holding himself up, hovering over you, beginning to shake slightly. “You don’t have all of it yet.”

Fuck.

You’re whimpering, you’re aware of it, but you can’t stop, as he leans forward, releasing his breath slowly, and, stretching you to the max, finishes fitting himself inside you.

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Fuck.”

You feel your muscles relax slowly, one by one, adjusting, and Changbin slowly releases his hold on your throat, finger by finger, until you can breathe again.

“Breathe, baby.” Changbin admonishes in an almost soft tone, as if he can tell what you’re thinking, and you take in a few ragged breaths, whining and writhing when the movement has him rubbing against all the right places. “Good girl.”

He starts to move then, bucking his hips into your own, and you swear to god, you black out, whimpering and clawing at his chest through his hoodie like an animal in heat.

“God, look at you, taking me so well.”

The praise has you reaching out, clawing at the muddy ground, trying to gain more friction.

“Bin, I need-” You gasp, breath hitching, as he hits a good spot, and you both simultaneously groan.

He pauses, reaching up to wrap his fingers beneath your jaw, forcing you to focus on him, meet his gaze.

His eyes are darker than the storm clouds brewing angrily overhead, and you vaguely have the thought that the gold swirling in his irises matches the flash of the lightning sparking above the trees.

“I know what you need, little one. I don’t need you to tell me.”

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, and finally nod, your muddy hands coming up to fist in the front of his dirty, wet hoodie, your nails itching to feel his bare skin.

Changbin must take it as a wordless acknowledgement, because he moves again, his hips hitting yours, and you get the black spots in your vision once more as you cry out.

“Now.” His hand closes a little more tightly around your throat, making your air reedy, your heart pound. Adrenaline is making you feel like you’re lightheaded, and you’re so close, even with just this-

Changbin smirks down at you, a predator. “Hold still, and let me devour you.” He leans over, and his teeth make contact with your mating mark, sinking into the sensitive flesh there, and you mewl, scrabbling for a hold on his sweatshirt, as he picks up his pace with renewed vigor, pounding into you relentlessly.

It doesn’t take long.

The adrenaline has you both on a knife’s edge, ready to topple with the slightest breath, and it seems like merely moments before your vision is exploding once more, and you’re gasping his name as you come, clenching around him.

Changbin follows you over the edge with a roar, and you’re both left panting, sweat mixing with the rain, mud mingling on your sticky skin.

Thunder rumbles overhead, as Changbin catches his breath, looming over you, dark curls tumbling over his forehead, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stares down at you.

Your whole body feels numb and satiated, and your eyes feel heavy.

He rolls off of you, plopping down into the mud beside you, and you both just breathe for a moment, staring up at the turbulent sky.

Finally you feel his fingers curl around your wrist, and rolling your head so you can look at him, you see him lift his own muddy hand to his lips, pulling the dirty black scrunchie off with his teeth, before he slides it over your own hand, onto your wrist beside the once white marker.

He lets your hands flop back down between you unceremoniously, but keeps his fingers curled tightly around your own.

“There. I think you earned that.”

You watch the way his chest rises and falls with his ragged breathing, feeling eerily and utterly content in this moment, the storm pouring down on you from above, Changbin’s seed dripping slowly down the inside of your thighs.

Feeling your gaze, he glances over at you, lips pulling into the hint of a smile, before he pushes himself up beside you and his gaze travels to your bare, dirty legs.

He cocks his head, and glances to where he discarded your leggings earlier, a strange look on his face.

You sit up with effort, and reach for the article of clothing, balling it into your hand to begin to rub away the juices still clinging to your skin, when Changbin stops you with a hand on your wrist.

You glance up at him curiously, and his eyes flash gold in the dark.

“Don’t clean up. I want you to walk out of here knowing you’re mine, and feeling that reminder run down your legs all the way back to the house.”

You stare at him, and the corner of your mouth ticks upward.

“What about the rest of the pack?”

Changbin shrugs, standing, before he leans over to offer you a hand up.

His own lips curve into the hint of a self satisfied smirk, and if you hadn’t just come so hard you were still feeling slightly dizzy, you would’ve begged him to go another round.

“Fuck them. I want them to know too. I want everyone to know.”

You find-as he helps steady you so you can step back into your wet, filthy pants-that you don’t mind that idea one single bit.

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You’re shivering so badly that it makes turning on the shower a more difficult task than it should be.

The adrenaline had finally worn off in the car home, and once you’d stepped inside and felt the warmth of the waiting house, your body had suddenly decided enough was enough.

You needed to get out of these clothes and into a warm shower as quickly as humanly possible.

Stripping had been nearly impossible, the drenched fabric sticking to your skin, your trembling fingers struggling with every single closure, but you had managed it, and now, finally turning on the hot water, you can see the end at the light of the tunnel.

It includes a hot shower, a warm bed, and as much of Minho’s leftovers as you can stand.

The door to the bathroom creaks open, letting in a cool stream of air that makes you shiver, and you glance over your shoulder, watching as Changbin enters, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He, unlike you, is still wearing his drenched outfit from the game earlier, dripping muddy rain water onto the floor as he regards you through the foggy, steamed air of the bathroom.

“Hi?” You question, adjusting the stream and temperature of the water, shooting him a curious look over your shoulder.

He doesn’t answer, stepping toward you as you straighten up from adjusting the water, his fingers going to your chin and locking you in place beneath his gaze.

You stare up at him, lips slightly parted, and resist the urge to wipe a streak of mud from his cheekbone.

“I needed to make sure you were okay.” He states softly, dark eyes flicking over your face, down the bare expanse of your body.

You’re caught off guard, still staring at him as he raises a finger to wipe some mud from beneath your jaw.

“I was rough with you earlier. My alpha got a little out of control.” He admits, reaching up to thumb the corner of your mouth.

You trap his hand against your face, relishing the warmth of his skin against your own.

“I like it rough.” The corner of his mouth flickers upward, and a muscle in his jaw ticks.

“I know.”

You breathe out, intertwining your fingers with his, and reach up to finally wipe away the streak of muck on his cheek.

“I’m fine.” You assure softly, holding his gaze.

He takes in a shuddering breath, gaze flicking down your body once more, and then to the running, waiting shower, before he glances back to you, expression softening slightly.

He runs his thumb over your lips, tracing the soft skin.

“I need to make sure. Please?”

You stare at him for another beat, and then nod, slowly pulling him toward the shower with you, as he reaches down with his free hand to strip off his hoodie and then his sweats.

Stepping into the warm water, your body shudders with relief, your tired, sore muscles instantly relaxing, as you lean into the pressure of the stream.

Changbin shuts the door behind the two of you, and immediately moves to assess you, his large, warm hands running over every inch of your body.

You let him do it, sensing it’s something he needs at this moment.

He tilts your head back with a commanding finger under your chin, his eyes roving over your face, gaze flickering down to the broken skin where his nails dug into your throat, the bruising mark of his teeth on your shoulder.

He runs gentle hands over each, pressing light kisses to the injuries, before moving on.

You feel your body slowly leaving fight or flight mode, and sinking into the warmth, the safety, his embrace.

He kneels in front of you, hands on your hip bones, and lets his fingers lightly trace over some of the bruising along your ribs and sides-courtesy of your little struggle-before he kisses them as well, lips featherlight and warm.

He turns over your palms, one by one, and dots kisses along the lines of scratches that mark the skin.

You bury your fingers in his dark curls, and tug slightly, and when he looks up at you, you give him the hint of a smile.

“See? Told you I’m fine.”

“Mmm.” He hums beneath his breath in acknowledgement, as you gently scratch his scalp, your fingers disappearing into the curls.

He leans forward, pressing his forehead to your stomach, and wraps his arms around your waist.

You stay like that-playing with his hair, frozen in his embrace-as the warm water continues to pour down from above.

Finally, Changbin pushes himself to his feet, releasing you, and leans forward, capturing your lips with his own.

You moan slightly as his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he pulls back with a teasing smile, but his eyes are soft.

“I love you.” He says, voice low and affectionate beneath the sound of the water.

You grin and loop your arms around his neck. “I know.”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing, but pushes you back against the cool marble of the shower wall with his body anyway.

You let your fingers card through his hair once more, down the strong lines of his chest, across the mating mark that scars his shoulder.

His fingers press, featherlight, into the bruise just above your hip bone.

“Yours?” You ask quietly, glancing up at him.

“Mine.” He replies back adamantly, before leaning in to kiss you again.

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Ying & Yang Part 4 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Older Daddy Eddie (Late 30s)/ Older Dom Mr. Harrington (Late 30s) & Younger Fem Sub Y/N (mid 20s), SMUT, dirty talk, light spanking, light punishment, light choking, praise, FLUFF

ANGST, Harrington goes MIA, tries to intimidate reader and throws a tantrum with Eddie, mentions of Steve's dad and his struggle with relationships. Protective Edward Munson <3. I think that's all.

Word Count: 5232

Series Masterlist/ Donate to Me

Steve’s head shot up when he heard your familiar giggle at the party he was attending.

A couple of months passed since his surprise visit for Eddie’s launch and equally surprising departure. His best friend called him multiple times but Steve just didn’t know how to respond. The messages his best friend left on his machine tore him apart as he replayed them over and over just to hear his voice.

“Hey Steve. It’s Ed. I know you got a lot going on right now but if you could give me a call or text and let me know you’re alright. Y/N and I haven’t heard from you and we’re just a bit concerned. I, um, I love you, man. Talk to you soon.”

One night about a couple of days after the calls stopped, Steve swung open the door incredibly disheveled and coming face to face with you. His normally styled hair was frayed every which way and his button up shirt was hanging off one of his shoulders.

“Y/N, hey. Hey, honey. What are you doing here? Is Eddie with you?”

“No… I came on my own to check on you. You don’t answer your phone and he’s really worried, Steve.”

The sound of glass clanking in his apartment had you both looking as a young lady in her bra and panties placed her glass of wine back down on the table.

“As you can see, I’m fine so tell Ed not to panic. I’ll call him when I’m free.”

Your defensive nature and care for the man you love took over as you stood up straighter.

“You seem free now. Why don’t you take a minute and at least send him a text.”

“I have company.”, he growled as his eyes narrowed.

“Hm. Well, playboy, if we wait for you to NOT have company we’d never hear from you again.”

“What’s the matter, little girl? Jealous? Fuck off, Y/N.”

As he starts to shut the door, you smack your hand against it holding it open.

“I don’t care where you stick your dick, Steven, but I do care about how you treat Eddie. He loves you very much and you’re his best friend. If you don’t want to fuck me anymore, that’s fine. If you don’t want to fuck him anymore, that’s fine. But don’t you dare cast him aside like he’s nothing after everything he’s done for you!”

His eyes darken as he takes a few steps forward backing you out of the doorframe.

“Last time I checked, I don’t report to you. Now this is the last time I’m going to say this. Fuck. OFF!”

You jump as he shouts out his last word and this time you voluntarily take a step back.

“What about Daddy? He needs us both.”

“Daddy knows where he can find me.”, he replies with distain before slamming the door in your face.

Since then neither of you had tried to reach out to him, going radio silent on your socials as well. He missed you both so much but things needed to stay as they were. The thing was…Eddie always answered his calls whether it be day or night but now he wasn’t. Eddie texted him throughout the day to tell him certain things and that had stopped as well. He did try and initiate conversation a couple of days after your visit but neither of you answered.

When he heard your laugh, he thought he was dreaming again. Steve dreamt of you and his best friend every night. But when he pushed the girl he had been making out with off his lap and went towards the sound, there you were smiling at something Eddie was whispering to you as he held you close his chest.

“Hey guys.”

Both sets of eyes met his and he felt like he could melt into the floor with how beautiful you looked tonight in your dark red, elegant dress that had sleeves that rested on your biceps showing of your soft, tanned arms and a slit up to your thigh that had Steve wanting to fall to his knees to kiss up your leg.

Eddie, as always, looked equally delicious with his all-black suit that screamed he was in control tonight of not only everyone in the room but you later that night when you both got to your hotel.

“Hey, Steven. How have you been? We haven’t been able to get a hold of you.”, Eddie replied nonchalantly as he took a sip from the glass he was holding.

“Yeah, um, I’ve just been really busy with work and—”

“Women?”, the music producer chuckles as he gestures behind his friend towards the wide-eyed girl he had just been making out with.

“Yeah, I mean, you know how I am.”, Steve breathily laughs as he turns back around.

“That I do.”

The businessman blinked at his friend’s slightly cold response before focusing his attention on you.

“How have you been, Y/N?”

“She’s been good.”

At Eddie’s interruption, Steve stood up straighter as his ego started to take over.

“Can she not answer?”

“No, she can, but baby girl here told me you were rude the last time you spoke with her and came back home crying in my arms. You hurt the woman I love, Mr. Harrington. I won’t allow you to do it again.”

They glared at each other as your boyfriend kept a protective arm secured around your waist.

“You were right. Daddy knew exactly where to find you; at a party with some random partner’s tongue down your throat while you bury your feelings and avoid being happy. Have a nice evening.”

With that, he turned away from his best friend and led you towards another part of the building.

***

“Eddie, he’s going to make a fool out of himself and do something he can’t take back.”, you whispered in his ear as you watched Steve knock back another shot before making out again with a different girl at his side.

“Hm. He already did when he scared you which is why he’s acting like this.”, your boyfriend replied casually.

“He didn’t scare me. I said I was worried because he seemed so different than the man you introduced me to. I’m not afraid of either you.” At your last sentence, his eyes met yours as you stuck out your tongue in jest making him chuckle. “Baby, I know how much you love me and how protective you are. It’s one of my favorite things about you. You always say I come first but don’t forget, honey, you’re his Daddy to.”

As you speak, his soft chocolate eyes take you in as he absorbs what you’re saying before heavily sighing and pressing his forehead to yours.

“What did an asshole like me do to get a perfect angel like you?”

“I imagine it was some satanic ritual that involved a sword of some kind.”, you tease causing his face to light up as the smile you fell in love stretches across his face.

As quickly as it appeared, it was quickly wiped away when the sound of a subtle gasp and hard smack echoed through the room.

“Fuck you, Steve Harrington!”, the girl shouted before her heels clacked against the floor away from the businessman as he laughed drunkenly.

You began to step forward but Eddie hastily took hold of your wrist and pulled you along behind him as he headed where he knew you wanted to go.

“Steven, get up.”

The man laughed again as he adjusted his body to face you both.

“Naw. I think I’m good right where I am.”

“I didn’t ask if you were comfortable. I told you to get up and this is the last time I’m going to say it. Get. UP.”

Steve did stand but placed himself in front of Eddie till their noses were mere centimeters apart.

“What gives you the right to think you can fucking order me around, Edward?’

“Because you’re mine and misbehaving. Good boys get to party, drink, and have a good time. Bad boys get sent home and punished.”

“Fuck you. I don’t belong to anyone.”, he growled but his eyebrows furrowed slightly as if his own words hurt him.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way; you decide, little boy.”

His amber irises scanned his friend’s hardened features before glancing over at you. You were being a good girl, waiting for Daddy’s next instruction but even he could tell you were extremely tense.

You were worried about them both.

“Fuck you, Eddie. Just let me be me and you go back to your happy life in LA.”, Steve sighed as he swiveled his body to sit back down.

Before he could, however, your boyfriend grabbed his bicep and tugged him towards the exit.

“Come on, baby! I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

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The entire car ride back to Steve’s place, Eddie murmured instructions to you mostly making sure you were comfortable and felt safe.

“Usually, I’m pretty gentle with him but this may require a bit of a rougher touch. I want you to stay on the sidelines until I say otherwise but if at any point you get scared or feel uncomfortable just say ‘Red’, sweetheart.”

“Ok, Daddy.”, you coo as you lean your head against his shoulder. “I love you and he loves you to. Don’t forget that.”

His soft eyes meet yours before tenderly kissing your forehead.

“Come on, man. Let’s talk about this tomorrow or some shit.”, Steve whined as Eddie continued to push him down the hallway towards his bedroom. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

His best friend continued to remain silent as he complained, shoving him into the bathroom and turning on the shower. You noticed immediately it wasn’t steaming like it had the last time you showered here but the other boy wasn’t paying attention, completely taken off guard when he was pushed into the standing shower and cold water drenched him.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Are you fucking kidding me?!” Hitting Eddie’s arm to get him to let go worked for a millisecond before he grabbed his collar with his free hand and pushed Steve to his knees. “This is a $3500 suit, asshole!”

“And mine is $2000. Any other pearls of wisdom you want to share, little boy?!”, the man bellowed as held him in place under the water. “You didn’t want to have this conversation the easy way so we’re doing it my way. We could have done this any number of ways, Steven, but you chose to scream and intimidate Y/N. You disappeared the morning after you surprised us with a visit like we were one of your common whores you fuck on any given night. You don’t answer your phone so I’m fucking done.”

You watch as Steve tries to get the upper hand but even you know how much physically stronger Eddie was. While they both went to the gym and worked out, the long-haired boy kept up with his routine better than the other.

The businessman got a good smack to his friend’s cheek but Eddie managed to wrangle his wrists and pin them above his head.

“If I had known you fucking my girlfriend would turn you into a prick like your dad I never would have suggested it!”

Both their movements ceased and under his damp hair, you saw Steve’s jaw tighten. As if he had been holding back, he pushed against the other boy’s hold and used both palms to shove him hard against the other wall before opening the glass shower door and stomping towards the bedroom.

You offered him a towel but he didn’t even look your way, water coating the floor as he walked past. Running ahead of him, you shut his bedroom door and blocked it with your frame.

“Steve, please. Talk to us.”

“Fuck you.”, he growled.

Equally wet, Eddie came around the corner and shoved his friend away from you.

“You don’t talk to her that way.”

“Then tell her to fucking move and you both get out of my house.”

“You know, this didn’t have to be so complicated, Steven. If you didn’t want to be in a relationship with either of us that’s fine. We could have gone back to how things were or just been platonic with each other. We didn’t have to play THIS game.”

“He can’t go back to that.”, you answer for him. “Can you? Because you care about us to.”

When his honey irises met yours, you knew you were right.

“She asked you something. Answer her.”

“I don’t answer to her.”, Steve remarked with attitude as he glared at his friend once more.

“Yeah but you answer to me. Do you care about us?”

Both their dominance oozed from them and a shaky breath left your lips at the sight. Daddy and Mr. Harrington were about to go toe to toe so you stepped out of the way and took a seat on the bed as you watched their dynamic unfold.

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“Do you care about us?”, Eddie repeats. “I do. You were always so good to me and the first person to actually make me feel like I could put my wall down. That night in Vegas when you kissed me, I didn’t even think twice about it when I let you make love to me against that glass window.”

“Fuck, baby, so fucking tight. It’s ok. It’s ok. I got you.”

“Mmph…s-s-so fucking big.”

“I know, I know, honey. Do you think you can take a bit more of me?” When Eddie only nodded, the businessman roughly grabbed his cheeks between his fingers and grunted angrily into his ear. “Verbally answer me.”

“Y-Yes, Sir. I want more. Please give me more. Oh f-fuck.”

“Good boy. Just keep your hands pressed against the glass and I’ll give you what you need.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered at the confession and the memory before he took a step closer with a mocking smirk on his face.

“Aw, little Munson thought we were making love? No, honey. I fucked you that night and you loved it. Just like every other night after. That’s why we do what we do. You need me to fuck you and put you in your place.”

“Oh, is that why we do what we do? I thought you needed me to help take care of you when you’re feeling fucking low and to remind you that you’re not the fucking asshole, idiot playboy everyone including your dad thinks you are!”

Steve’s hand clings to Eddie’s bicep as both his arms and body cage him in against the couch while he delivers slow, firm strokes as he thrusts his cock deep into the man beneath him.

“Yes, Daddy. Just like that.”

The music producer’s lips kiss parts of his friend’s back to his shoulders before resting his chin by his ear.

“Just like that, sweetheart? You like the way Daddy fucks you? Yeah, so fucking good. You look so fucking handsome like this taking my cock. Jesus. I know how to make you cum undone, baby. I got you.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you so much. Fuck!”

“It’s not just the sex, Steve. Even you told Y/N I’ve pulled you back from the edge a time or two.

The businessman sits on his bed as he knocks back another glass before refilling it again with the bottle of whisky by his bed. Eddie slides a chair nearby in front him, watching him with careful eyes as he takes a sip.

“I worked really fucking hard on that prototype for 2 years and my father just swoops and creates a cheaper version in 3 months.”, Steve chuckles sarcastically as tears leave his eyes. “Why, man? Why does he do this? He doesn’t fucking care about other people…”

“Hey, hey. It’s ok.”, his friend coos as he takes a seat beside him and presses his head to his chest as he wraps his arms around him. “Like you said, Steve, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I’ve seen all the hard work you put into this. Release it and let people make their own decisions. I’m sure it won’t take them long to realize which product his better.”

“Thank you for coming over, Eddie.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”, he whispers as he continues to play with his hair.

“Please, Mr. High and Mighty! If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have even shown up for that first date with Y/N!”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen as the flick in your direction.

“Why are you so fucking nervous?”, Steve laughs as his friend disappears from the frame to dig around in this closet. “From what you told me, you were suave as hell asking this girl out.”

“It’s because fate was working in my favor. What do you think of this?”, he asks as he flashes him a couple of shirts. “Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“Eddie! Calm down and sit.”, he commands as he waits for the man to do what he says.

“She’s different than the other girls we meet, Harrington, I can tell.”

“That’s good because your ex was fucking awful.”, he chuckles. “Honey, just be yourself and I promise she’ll fall head over heels.”

“That actually comforts me to know you were nervous. You were a bit intimidating the first time we met. You had me the first time you smiled at me though.”, you grin softly his way causing him to flash you one in return.

When his gaze finds Steve again a thought hits him before he shrugs and reaches for your hand.

“Come on, baby girl. Let’s head back to our hotel.”

The businessman’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he watches Eddie pull you towards the bedroom door.

“But Daddy…”

“No buts, princess. If Mr. Harrington doesn’t want us here then that’s fine. We can maintain our distance until he’s ready to talk to us.”

Clinging to him, you allow him to guide you but a few steps from his front door you hear shoes squeak against the wood before Steve slides to your sides, cups Eddie’s cheeks, and passionately kisses his lips.

It was rough and needy as he held him to him and their tongues danced together before the pretty boy fell to his knees to hastily unbuckle the other man’s pants.

This was the first time you were seeing them do something so intimate and you didn’t want to intrude, standing out of the way until Eddie gestured you to his side. His arm wrapped around you and you both watched as Steve wrapped his mouth around your boyfriend’s semi hard cock.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Does his mouth feel good, Daddy?”, you whisper in his ear as you circle your arms around his neck and your fingers play with his hair.

“Yeah, sweetheart. So—mmph—warm and wet. He knows how to use his tongue.”

“He does.”, you smile as you kiss his cheek.

“D-Do you like it, baby? Seeing Stevie suck Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ, I love you.”, Eddie whimpers as his lips crash to yours.

Feeling his nose scrunch, you lean away from him as he pants against your lips while the other man takes him as far down his throat as he can; the gags of his throat making your pussy clench.

“Why don’t you help him, Y/N?”

“I don’t want to get in the way.”, you murmur.

Fingers roughly grip your face as your boyfriend forces you look his way.

“Don’t ever let me hear you say that again. You are never in the way, baby.”

Nodding and giving him another soft kiss, you sink to your knees and lightly pet Steve’s head with your own fingers. Silently, he moved out of your way to allow you to take Eddie’s dick into your mouth as his tongue flicked and sucked his balls.

“Thaaaat’s it. Fuck, that feels so good.”

The two of you work in tandem, taking turns before Steve abruptly wraps his hand around your throat to keep you still and kisses your lips with Eddie tip between your tongues.

“Goddamn it, Steven.”

After grabbing his collar, your boyfriend hoisted his friend to a standing position and you eagerly followed as he led him to the kitchen counter nearby. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Steve lifted you onto the marble and tore off your dress as Eddie aggressively pulled off both their suits.

A whimper you had never heard before left the businessman’s mouth and you tilted back to see Eddie gripping his shoulder as he gradually slid into the man in front of him. With his palms placed on either side of you, his head hung as he bit his bottom lip.

To you they both looked incredibly sexy.

With Eddie it was like being on the outside looking in and watching what his dominance looked like on someone else. His beautiful chocolate eyes were dark with need and care as his fingers clung to Steve’s waist. The veins and muscles on his arms were more definite as he thrust into him with water still stuck to his tattooed chest that you desperately wanted to lick off.

Watching this new side of Steve was an experience. The way his mouth fell open and the whimpers Eddie pulled from him had your pussy dripping. To see him be vulnerable like this made your submissive side desperately want to praise and coddle him which you did as you scooted your body closer to his so he could rest his head against your shoulder.

You couldn’t wait to see what Eddie looked like this way.

“Does Daddy feel good?”, you asked in that little girl tone that drove them both crazy.

“Mmph—yes, honey. So fucking good.”

“Daddy likes being told. You should tell him how good he’s making you feel.”

As he cranes his neck, your boyfriend circles his palm around his throat and kisses his lips.

“Your cock f-feels…so good…Daddy. So deep.”

“My cock feels good, little boy? You know what didn’t feel good? Us worrying about you. Wondering if you were ok and you not answering my fucking calls.”, Eddie growled as his palm spanked Steve’s ass making him moan. “Watching Y/N worry and then seeing her cry when she came home after what—mmm—you said to her.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”, he panted out as his eyes met yours. “I’m sorry. I-I-I was scared. I was so fucking scared.”

When his head fell into the nook between your neck and shoulder, your arms held on to him as he continued to apologize causing Eddie to stop moving.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole. I didn’t mean to scare you either. I just…” Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you leaned your forehead against his. “I’ve never had anyone in life long enough to care about me and definitely no one like you two.”

Your eyes lock with Eddie’s and as if you read each other’s minds, he carefully pulls out of Steve and you hop down from the counter with the businessman’s massive palm guiding you down.

Holding his hand, you walk with him back to his bedroom.

“Be careful of the water, Mr. Harrington.”, you say in your little voice that makes him softly smile. “Did you know I used to be afraid to? Of losing Daddy.”

Shaking his head, he watches you with careful eyes as you fall flat on your back in his bed and guide him till his whole frame is on top of you.

“My last few relationships weren’t bad per say but I’ve never met anyone like Eddie. He’s so confident, sweet, and just so passionate about everything especially me.”, you giggle. “The first time I saw him smile, I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life and that scared me.”

As your boyfriend kneels beside the bed, he pets your head as he kisses your forehead. Reaching between your bodies, you take hold of Steve’s cock and run the tip between your folds causing a little moan to leave his lips.

“Do you know what helped calm me?”, you whisper as he shakes his head once more. “The way he talked about you.”

Opening your legs wider, you both groan as you help slowly guide his length into your entrance.

“Fuck me.”

“Steve, Eddie loves you so much and takes care of you in more ways than you know. You should hear the way he b-brags about you and—mmm—how much you mean to him.” The man’s head fell beside yours as he did little thrusts to push his cock deeper into you and with every warm pant of his breath, your pussy clenched tighter around him. “No matter what, sweetheart, he’s always going to be there for you because you were always there for him. E-Even if you told him to fuck off, he’d still protect you. That’s the kind of man he is.”

As your eyes rolled back and fluttered tightly closed, you felt Eddie climb onto the bed and Steve still slightly before his grunt of pleasure against your neck caused you to open them again just in time to see your boyfriend slide his cock into the man between you both.

“H-He—ahhhh—wouldn’t have introduced me to you this way if he th-thought I’d hurt you. We’re both here for you. Oh my God.”

Eddie leaned down pressing his chest against Steve to reach your lips.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you to. Does he feel good, Daddy?”

“Shit. Yeah, he does.” After placing a kiss on his cheek, Steve catches the other man’s head and locks his lips with his own. “Everything’s ok, sweetheart. I promise. I-I’ll always be here for you.”

“Me to.”, you murmur as you softly smile and caress his face.

Biting his bottom lip and falling completely on top of you, Steve roughly slams his hips into yours pushing his cock deep inside you while thrusting Eddie further into him. The bed underneath you shakes with the force as your fingers thread through his damp hair.

“That’s it, Steve. FUCK! Make my good girl cum.”

A loud repetitive string of uhs echo through the room as he animalistically pumps into your cunt till your body trembles and you cum hard, squeezing his length like a vice as he pushes up onto his palms to roll his hips till you feel his release warm you.

“Good—mmm fuck—good boy. Where do you want my cum, baby?” When the boy doesn’t respond, Eddie pulls his hair to lift his head till his lips hover over his ear. “Come on, sweet boy. Where do you want Daddy to cum? You want Daddy to fill you up?”

“P-Please, yes, Daddy. Cum inside me.”, Steve whimpered and you watched with half lidded eyes as Eddie panted into the other man’s open mouth till his rhythm stuttered, pumping his release into the man beneath him.

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Steve wasn’t sure when he fell asleep but when he woke up the sun was just barely peeking through his curtains. Hearing music and realizing neither of you were in his bed, he grabbed a pair of his sweats and went on the hunt.

The smell of bacon hit his nose as soon as he entered his living area and his eyes landed on you with your back to him as you swayed to the beat in one of his button up shirts. A soft melody begins to play and you perk up as you run to Eddie who was by the stove with a spatula in his hand.

“Baby girl, I’m busy.”, he chuckles.

“Oh, come on, grumpy. I love this song.”, you tease as you circle your arms around his neck and he leans his forehead on yours.

Your palms reach up to cup his cheeks and he watches as his friend practically glows before kissing your lips. Turning your head, you notice Steve standing off to the side and let Eddie go to place yourself in front of him.

“You've been fighting the memory, all on your own

Nothing worsens, nothing grows

I know how it feels being by yourself in the rain

We all need someone to stay.”

As you wrap your arms around his waist, he presses your head into his warm chest and rests his cheek on your hair.

“You were alone, left out in the cold

Clinging to the ruin of your broken home

Too lost and hurting to carry your load

We all need someone to hold.”

“I’m sorry I made you cry, honey.”

“Hear the falling and lonely, cry out

Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope?

The end of the day and we're helpless

Can you keep me close? Can you love me?”

“I forgive you.”, you reply into his skin making him laugh as he releases you from his grip and caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. “I love you. You don’t have to say it back right now or anything. Just—”

As you had started to walk away, Steve pulled on your wrist and brought your mouth to his.

“I love you to.”

Your grin grows as you kiss him again before leading him into the kitchen and hopping back up on the counter.

“You don’t have a lot of food in that castle you call a fridge but I managed to put something together here.”, Eddie conveyed sarcastically as he flipped the bacon and reached over to turn off the stove.

“I’m sorry for being so stubborn and saying the things I said last night.” The long-haired boy turned to face him as Steve scanned him over. “I’m sorry for…me.”, he chuckles.

Eddie blinks as he nods, glancing your way before finally speaking.

“I forgive you. We don’t have to jump right in, Steve. We can take this one step at a time and—”

You beamed as the businessman reached for the other man’s face and pressed a firm kiss to his lips.

“You calm down over there.”, Eddie lightly scolds without looking your way when he hears your legs kicks up like an excited child.

“This is all new to me.”, Steve starts as he gestured between the three of you. “Not just the… or the us both being dominate…but being in a relationship in general. I love you to and I’m willing to try. I trust you both.”

“How about we start with breakfast and go from there?”

Nodding, Steve takes the plate that’s handed to him and heads towards the couch where he normally eats if he’s home but as he starts to pick at the food, his arms lift in surprise when you crawl over him to sit on his lap. Softly smiling, he lowers them around you and continues to eat until Eddie walks by to slide more food in front of him.

“She’s going to pick at it. Trust me.”

When he playfully pokes your nose, you pretend to bite his finger making Steve chuckle behind you.

“Hey Steven?”, Eddie calls as he throws himself down on the other side of the sofa.

“Hm?”

“I love you to.”, he grins before tossing Steve an equally playful wink.

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firelordsfirelady · 5 months

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XI. Covered in Fire

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess?

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal

Word Count: 2936

Destined to be Yin and Yang

I own no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender or any of the characters/story.

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.

Y/N's look this chapter here.

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A set of knocks sounded on my door the next more and sent off a pounding in my head that led to the groan that left my mouth.

“Forgive me, but your presence is requested for tea at Uncle’s.” Zuko’s voice came from the other side of the door before I heard steps walk away. My head felt like I had hit it against a rock as the pounding made me close my eyes in pain. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and grabbed the first piece of fabric my hand grabbed in the darkness of my room. With how my head felt, I was thankful for the blanket covering the window and how it dimmed the light in there. I put on the dress before I threw my hair up in a bun and then left the room. I slowly walked down the hall as the soft pads of my leather shoes connecting with the floor sounded like thunder in my head. I grimaced as I knocked on Iroh’s door and Iroh opened the door to greet me.

“Good morning, Y/N.” His voice was horribly loud for my ears this morning, but his words stopped as he took in my appearance then a wide smile spread across his face. Looking over his shoulder, I saw Zuko standing with reddened cheeks as his fists clenched at his sides. Iroh’s laughter made me look at the older man with a grimace of confusion. I smoothed down the fabric of my dress as I looked down to find blood-red fabric greeting the cones in my eyes.

Of course, I would blindly put on Fire Nation colors. My cheeks felt aflame as I looked back up to the older man as he motioned for me to enter the room. Avoiding eye contact with Zuko, I happily sank into one of the cushions in front of a small table where a tea set rested. The tea smelled like the cure to my pounding head, so I carefully picked up the pot and poured myself a cup of the warm liquid. Carefully setting the teapot down, I tried to hide the grimace on my face as the soft sound caused my head to pound more.

“How do you feel this morning?” Zuko asked in a level tone as I closed my eyes and I slowly stirred some honey into my cup. The soft clinks of the spoon against the cup didn’t help soothe my head. Not able to tolerate the noise of the spoon anymore, I covered my ears and gently laid my head against the table’s surface.

“The sound of my own breathing is sending waves of pain through my head.” My voice was muffled as I spoke into the table. “The light is too bright in the dim-ass hallway.” I felt tears gathering in my eyes as the pain in my head was quickly becoming unbearable with my eyes, so I closed my eyes. “I really want to drink this cup of tea but I just cannot tolerate the sound of the spoon in the cup.” Fighting a sob towards the end, I took a deep breath in an effort to calm myself down. Neither one of them said anything and I took a few moments to calm down before I spoke again. “Are we still on our course for the Fire Nation?”

Silence greeted my question as I tried to recollect what happened last night. I couldn’t remember much of what happened after I brought Iroh and Zuko the cupcakes. My heart felt heavy in my chest as an ominous sensation danced over the hairs on my skin.

“He ran!” Zuko’s paroxysm of rage caused a yelp to leave my lips as his fist collided with the table next to him. “The world’s greatest warrior! And he ran. He’s a coward!” I tried to plug my ears to protect my head from the volume of his voice.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Iroh’s voice was soft enough for me to unplug my ears to hear him clearly. “I would just say the Avatar isn’t what either you or I were expecting.”

“I’m still the heir to the Fire Nation Throne--” Zuko’s volume was much quieter than before, and I felt some of the tension in my shoulders relax as a thought crossed my mind. Focusing on the honey and the tea, I hovered my hand over the cup and mixed the contents within before I lifted my head to take a sip.

Mixed to perfection. I took another sip as the pounding in my head slowly dulled as the warm liquid filled my stomach.

“It is precisely the reason why being in this remote corner of the world is an advantage.” Iroh’s soft words brought me back to the situation of the room.

“So, where are we heading now?” I asked as I dared to open my eyes. Iroh was sitting with his legs crossed on the cushion across from me as he sipped on his own cup of tea.

“We will be meeting with the Commander of an outpost nearby.” Zuko’s calm words seemed bitter as he turned away from me to look at the map on the wall.

“How long until we arrive?

“We will dock in a few hours.” I gave a nod as I relished in another sip of the tea before I bit my lip as I asked my next question.

“Is it okay if I stay on the ship?”

If I understood what Zuko said the other night, then I didn’t need to be going to outposts and meeting Commanders as his fiancée. Zuko looked over at me as he pondered what he wanted to say.

“If you are feeling alright, your presence would be preferred.” I couldn’t distinguish what his tone was trying to say, but he cleared his throat and continued in a level tone. “You are my betrothed, after all. You will need to know the business of the Fire Nation.”

My mind couldn’t quite wrap my head around what Zuko meant by his words, but I finished my cup of tea before I gently set the cup down.

“I shall attend the next meeting then.” I stood up and bowed to the two men in the room as my head felt better than before, but I wanted to be in the silence of my room for a while. “I will await the news of the meeting.”

Leaving without another word, I quickly made the short journey to my room and shut the door before I collapsed onto the bed. Exhaustion quickly gave way to a dreamless rest as I suddenly opened my eyes at the sound of knocking on my door.

“Yes?” I quietly answered as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

“We have docked at the outpost.” Zuko’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Will you be accompanying us?” Slowly sitting up in the bed, I still felt the dull ache in my head and the pain in my chest.

“I will attend the next one.” I kept my voice even as I moved to sit in the chair. “I’ll stay on the ship.” Zuko said nothing before I heard his footsteps walk away from the door.

A little while later, I was sitting in my room working on shading my firebender when the sound of hurrying footsteps came from down the hall. The door to my bedroom was flung open by several Fire Nation soldiers.

“Wha—“ Hands roughly grabbed my arms and dragged me out of my room. “What’s the meaning of this?” I asked as I tried to pull away from two men holding me.

“Silence, Waterbender.” One of the men harshly ordered, and I felt the color drain from my face.

This was not going to end well.

The men drug me through the streets of the small outpost before they brought me to a set of double doors. A sinking feeling developed in the pit of my stomach as the guards outside the room threw open the door to reveal Zuko and Iroh as they sat in two chairs in the middle of the room. The sound of the door opening drew the room’s occupants’ attention as I was roughly brought to my knees a few feet away from the Prince. Zuko’s eyes briefly flashed with anger as he saw me, and Iroh’s face twisted in concern. A stranger stood between us three, and my breath hitched as he turned around to reveal the stranger who had thrown the fireball at me. His eyes stared down at me with hatred and amusement as the guards holding me spoke.

“The interviews with the crew are complete. They said that this one right here is a Waterbender.” The word itself must’ve tasted bitter on the guard’s tongue as he tightened his grip on my bicep. I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent any signs of pain from showing on my face. I’m sure all the color has drained from my face as my heart pounds in my ears. Bravely, I focused letting my eyes convey defiance as the man smiled then humorlessly laughed.

“You lost the Avatar because you picked up a Waterbender and she helped the Avatar escape.” The man’s words were full of humor as he laughed before my vision faded from impact with an object. If the guards weren’t holding me as tightly as they were, I would have fallen to the ground. The silence around me slowly faded into loud shouting. As my vision slowly came into focus, Zuko was standing face-to-face with the man.

“Do you want a burn to match?” Zuko sounded pissed.

“Are you challenging me to an Agni Kai?” Zhao teased.

“Agni Kai at sunset.” Zuko spat at the man. The two men holding me suddenly let me go and I barely caught myself before I hit the ground too hard. Iroh walked over and gently helped me stand up.

“Too bad your father won’t be here to watch me humiliate you.” The man and his guards turned and left the room after he said his venomous words. Once the three of us were alone, Iroh calmly spoke to Zuko.

“An Agni Kai?” I watched Zuko’s face as his uncle spoke. “You remember what happened last time you fought a master.” Zuko’s fists clenched at the mention of the event.

“Let’s get Y/N back to the ship.” Zuko turned on his heel. “She needs to see the doctor.”

Iroh offered to help walk me back to the ship, but I declined as I forced myself to stand on my own two feet. The world spun for a moment before I centered myself and followed behind Zuko as he quickly left for the ship. The Prince’s steps were too quick for the state I was currently in, so I leisurely walked with Iroh to the boat.

“Iroh,” I asked as we walked. “Who was that guy?”

“He’s Commander Zhao. He is a bitter man who is always seeking to climb in the ranks of the Fire Nation.” Iroh’s tone was calm as he spoke to me. “He carries on the Fire Nation’s beliefs that fire is the superior element.” Iroh watched as Zuko’s figure slowly got farther away from us.

“I could see that hit you took from the Commander threw you for a loop.” Iroh’s voice was gentle as he spoke. “I think it upset Zuko because he exploded at Zhao.” I felt worry settle into my facial features.

Was Zuko in the Agni Kai because of me? I shook the arrogant thought from my head as I tried to quicken my steps to the boat.

After receiving clearance from the doctor, I stood next to Iroh in front of Zuko as he kneeled on one knee. The air of the Agni Kai field was hot with the heat of anger coming off the two men as they kneeled with their backs to each other. I swallowed the words in my throat as I gave Zuko a reassuring smile.

There was no doubt in my mind that Zuko would win.

“Remember the firebending basics, Prince Zuko.” Iroh coached him in a soft tone.

“I’m not going to let him win.” Zuko stood and turned as the red cloth draped around his shoulders flew to the ground below him. Zhao did the same and a large bell was hit to signify the start of the battle. Iroh pulled me to the side to watch from a safe distance. The two men were of similar builds as their bodies were toned and evident of consistent training. A split moment of silence fell upon the field before Zuko let out a yell as he sent whirl after whirl of fire. The Commander effortlessly dodged Zuko’s attacks as Zuko panted from his effort. Zhao seemed to dance as he dodged and blocked Zuko’s fire blasts. Zhao sent Zuko a blast that was larger than any fire Zuko had sent Zhao’s way. Zuko looked slightly overwhelmed for a moment, which served to boast Zhao’s confidence as he got ready to attack again.

“You got this Zuko.” I whispered to myself as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. I saw Iroh glance at me out of my peripheral.

“Basics, Zuko!” Iroh yelled as a reminder. “Break his root!” My heart raced as Zuko blocked three shots Zhao fired at him, but the fourth one sent Zuko flying backward. I looked at Iroh who shook his head as I shifted the weight on my feet.

I knew the rules of the Agni Kai, but I wanted to help Zuko. Zhao pursued and moved to burn Zuko. Zuko’s face twisted in fear before Zuko spun on his hands and used his feet to dispel the fire from the Commander and swipe the Commander’s leg out from him. Zhao fell to the ground with a heavy thud as Zuko stood in an offensive stance. His golden eyes shone with confidence as he kicked fire at the Commander, sending the older man scattering backward as Zuko persisted with the attack. Zuko sent fire kick after kick towards the Commander until the man with the sideburns fell and rolled onto his back

“Do it.” The Commander taunted Zuko as the Prince stood victoriously over the older firebender. Zuko sent a fireball towards the left side of the ground next to the general. As Zuko stood there, I found myself admiring the young prince as he stood above the older man. He could have easily given the Commander the burn mark Zuko had promised him, but he stood triumphantly and looked as calm as a cucumber.

“Your father raised a coward,” Zhao remarked bitterly after he did not receive the burn he was expecting. I balled my fist at the Commander’s words, but I looked at Zuko as he calmly spoke.

“Next time you get in my way, I promise I won’t hold back.” Zuko turned to walk away from the older man as he lay on the ground. I smiled with pride as Zuko walked towards his uncle and me.

As Zuko walked towards us, we walked towards him as I watched the Commander stand up. I saw his shoulders tense before he let out a yell. In the blink of an eye, I summoned a large wave of water to intersect the large blast of fire Zhao sent toward the Prince with my hand before I caught the foot of the Commander. The air of the battlefield stilled as I narrowed my eyes at the surprised face of the Commander before I sent him flying back with a wave of water. As the Commander collided and slid along the floor a few feet away from me, I straightened my posture and smoothed the soft red material of my dress as I heard Iroh exclaim from behind me.

“No, Prince Zuko, do not taint your victory!” I narrowed my eyes at the Commander as he lay on the ground in a puddle of water. His eyes seethed with anger as he looked at me as I audaciously stood in my place.

“This is how the great Commander Zhao acts in defeat?” The words left my mouth evenly as I spoke to the man. “Coward.” I turned on my heel and walked back over to Zuko and his uncle before I added. “Even in exile, Zuko is more honorable than you.” Zuko’s eyes met mine as his golden orbs tried to convey a message to me.

What’s that look for? I simply smiled at the Prince as I turned to look at Iroh as he spoke.

“Thanks again for the tea. It was delicious.” The three of us turned around and left through the large doors of the Agni Kai battlegrounds. The walk back to the ship was quiet and, as we arrived back to the ship, I quickly bowed to Zuko when he turned around to look at me.

“Forgive me, but I am still not fully recovered from all of the recent excitement.” My head was starting to pound stronger now that adrenaline wasn’t pumping through my veins. “I just need to rest.”

“Yes, please rest easy, Princess.” Iroh said as he turned to bow to me, but I gave the older man a disapproving look.

“I hate that name.” Placing my hands on my hips, I sighed as I smiled at the older man. “If anyone shall need me, you know where I’ll be.”

Without waiting for a reply, I quickly made my way to my room.

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howlingday · 7 months

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Trio Arc Mom Au: Can we get the moms showing off baby photos and embarrassing childhood photos of Jaune to his friends (and/or girlfriend) like when his sisters put him in a dress?

First / Previous / Previous

Yang: Wait, you knew our mom?

Mama Arc: I knew both of them, actually. In fact, I fought them by myself during the Vytal Tournament. I would have won, too, if she didn't fight dirty.

Yang: Sounds like Raven.

Mama Arc: Oh, no, she was actually the more honorable of the two. Summer was the one who was the underhanded one.

Ruby: Wait, what did Mom do?

Madame Arc: Oh, she did all kinds of things, if you can believe it. I've never met a woman so skilled in so many facets. Business, fencing, dance, art, cooking- There was nothing that could stop her!

Weiss: My mother? Really? She seems so... different now.

Madame Arc: Well, there's a reason for that, and it the one man who I'd call her only weakness.

Weiss: Was it my father?

Madame Arc: Pfft! Ohohoho! Hardly! Why, I wouldn't even call him a man! Khm... Excuse me. I was out of place. I meant no offense by what I said.

Weiss: Even if there was offense intended, I wouldn't hold it against you. My father's actions speak for himself.

Misses Arc: I thought as much. It seemed like a book you would enjoy.

Blake: I had no idea this book even existed. Where did you find it?

Misses Arc: It was stowed away on the shelf, next to "The Girl Who Fell Through the World". I thought about lending it to Jaune, but he seemed less interested in olden court intrigue and more fixated on comedic adventures, like his Pumpkin Pete books, as well as his comic books.

Blake: That makes sense. I never could get interested in them.

Misses Arc: Neither could I until I found an interesting loophole. See, Jaune loved his comic books, but he could never sit through one chapter of "Jester's Reign" until I found a graphic novel version of the story. Then I found other novel set in the world of his comic books. Soon enough, I'd found a common ground and managed to get him to read the entire "Harlequeen" trilogy without even realizing it!

Blake: Oh, I love that series!

Misses Arc: And so did Jaune.

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Nora: So... What do you think your moms are doing alone with Team RWBY?

Jaune: Knowing my luck, they're showing my baby pictures again.

Ren: Again? I thought they only had the one photo album.

Jaune: They have three albums for each one of us, AND a slideshow for ALL of us.

Pyrrha: Well, for what it's worth, Jaune, you were a very cute baby.

Jaune: (Sighs) Thanks Pyrrha.

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abandoned-anemoia · 1 year

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Workout Routine

☯ Pairing: Yang Jeongin x fem!reader ☯ Genre: smut ☯ Word count: 1.3k ☯ Summary: When your boyfriend asks you to come to the gym with him, your hesitation and boredom cause him to find a way to entertain you. ☯ Warnings: piv, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), mirror sex, public sex, Jeongin has a dirty ass mouth (but we love it), choking/hand around your throat, Jeongin calls reader a "pretty thing" "slut" "whore" "good girl", he is a cheeky little shit ☯ A/N: Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings! ☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.

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"Pleaaaase. Just come with me!"

This is how your morning has started, with your loving boyfriend begging you to go to the gym with him. Not your ideal morning since all you want to do is relax around your apartment. That was, of course, until Jeongin showed up at your door.

He pouts at your silent refusal as you stand in front of him, unmoving, "I have to go anyway, but if you come with me then we get to spend more time together."

Sighing, you make your way back to your bedroom to get dressed. You are wrapped around his finger and he knows it. One simple glassy eyed look accompanied by pouty lips and you're agreeing to anything he says or asks of you.

When you walk back to the door to meet Jeongin, he is bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet with a bright smile on his face, cheeks bunched up under his eyes. Trying not to squander his excitement but hoping to compromise, you cradle his face in your hands, "I'll go with you, but I'm not working out."

Happily nodding, he grabs your hand and drags you out the door, "That's okay! As long as we're together."

Cute.

…

The gym was virtually empty, rows of equipment going unused. Jeongin walks you to the back of the gym and into a smaller area. He stands in front of the mirror that covers the wall, stretching while you seat yourself on the chest press machine to watch him.

A solid hour into his gym session, you're bored out of your mind. You whine to Jeongin, begging him to cut it short and finish up. He only laughs, "You wouldn't be so bored if you did something."

Rolling your eyes, you throw the small towel sitting next to you at him, "I only came for you. Not to workout."

"Compromise?" He suggests, letting the towel hit his chest as he continues to use the machine you were once sat on.

You nod your head, raising an eyebrow in question, allowing him to continue, "I can use you to work out."

Eyes widening comically large, your mind going to dirty places, you try to stutter out a response. Not being able to find the words, Jeongin seems to catch on quickly at your blabbering, "Not like that!" He pauses, a sly smirk forming on his face, "Unless you want me to use you? Fuck you against that mirror? Or better yet, make you watch yourself while I fuck you?"

Your lips form a tight line, breath catching in your throat. Jeongin tilts his head, resembling a curious puppy while you resemble a fish out of water, gaping at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, standing up and coming face to face with you, "Get on my back. I need to do squats."

He turns away from you, bending down slightly and allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist when he lifts you onto his back. He continues his workout as if he never said anything out of the ordinary.

When he sets you back on the ground again, he squats down and rests his back against a bench. He moves his legs out from under him, patting his raised hips, "Sit."

Obeying once again, you straddle him, sitting on his waist. He taps your legs, silently telling you to lift them off of the ground for him. Your hands rest on his chest for balance, bending your knees to keep your feet from hitting the floor as he raises his hips, lowering them seconds later before repeating the action. His clothed dick rubs against your ass, getting harder with every hip thrust.

Frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands, rocking your hips against his, pussy clenching around nothing when you grind against Jeongin. His hands quickly move to your hips, standing up, giving you no time to react as you stumble to your feet. Hands squeezing your hips so tightly that his fingerprints will be on your skin for days, his face comes close to yours, "You think you can get away with that, huh?"

Heart racing and breathing rapidly, you don't answer him. One of Jeongin's hands leaves your waist, wrapping his fingers around your throat, "I asked you a question. Answer it."

You shake your head, one hand coming up to grab his wrist while the other fists his shirt. He gives your throat a squeeze before sliding it up to grip your jaw, "Words, pretty thing. Use them."

"No, I'm sorry." He knows you don't mean it. You were doing it on purpose. Riling him up to get his attention.

Jeongin completely lets go of you, backing away and pulling down his shorts, his dick springing out of his boxers when he pulls down the waistband. Reaching for your hips, he pulls you toward him, quickly ridding you of your own bottoms, letting you kick them off to the side. Groaning when he sees how wet you are, he sits on the bench, stroking his cock while maintaining eye contact.

He stops, jerking your body toward him and spinning you around before sitting you on his lap, facing the mirror across the small room. His dick rests on your back as he reaches around to spread your legs apart, keeping them open with his own legs and kneading the insides of your thighs.

Effortlessly lifting you up, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding inside in one swift motion. When you try to rock your hips, Jeongin grips them again, keeping you in place as he slips in and out of your throbbing cunt.

Moaning loudly, you grab onto his wrist with one hand, the other grabbing onto your own leg. Jeongin scoffs from behind you, "You want people to hear what a needy little slut you are? See how well you take my cock?"

The thought of someone walking in on you only serves to turn you on even more. You let out another loud moan, head spinning as he picks up his pace, pounding into you. Tightly closing your eyes as he hits all of the right places, your breathing picking up as you let out small whimpers between your moans.

"Open your eyes, baby." Jeongin's voice comes out strong, almost as if he isn't affected at all.

You do as he says, watching his dick sink inside your throbbing pussy. Your eyes meet his hooded ones through the mirror, "Atta girl. Be a good little whore and touch yourself for me."

Jeongin's hands gripping your waist, slamming you down on his dick repeatedly as your fingers circle your clit. Loud moans ring out from the both of you, the sound of skin slapping together echoes through the room. He grunts into your shirt, "That's right, take it like a good girl."

The coil in your stomach snaps, unraveling with a choked scream as he continues his assault on your soaking wet pussy. He buries his dick deep inside of you, releasing with a loud groan. Jeongin slides out of you, gently sitting you on the bench before slipping his cock back into his boxers and pulling his shorts up, "I should add that into my routine."

Laughing at his proposition, you let him clean you up before he grabs your bottoms from the floor, helping you stand and put them back on, "I wouldn't be opposed."

He smiles at you, softly holding your face between his hands and planting a sweet kiss on your lips. Pulling away, he presses another kiss to your forehead before grabbing his gym bag and turning back to you, "I would say I'm serious, but I don't think we'll be allowed back at this gym."

Tilting your head in confusion, he points to the camera in the corner of the room, answering your silent question. Your cheeks flush bright red as you begin to rush a laughing Jeongin out of the gym without being seen.

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rwby-imagines-and-headcanons · 1 year

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Team RWBY - Childhood friend Reader goes Missing

(So I tried to respond to the actual ask but Tumblr glitched out. So I'm doing it like this instead, apologies!)

You're so sweet thank you so much!! This prompt hits so well for me, you have no idea. I wasn't sure whether you wanted EVERY girl from the series or just Team RWBY. For this one I'm gonna do just Team RWBY, but if you want me to do the rest of the girls in the series, just send me a message and I'll write those up eventually!

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Ruby Rose

You and Ruby were two peas in a pod the moment you met. It was like two puzzle pieces made perfectly for each other. You both were into similar things and your personalities mashed super well. Not only did you have a similar sense of humor, you were one of the few people that actually enjoyed her over the top antics and affections. Ruby would often ambush you with a hug while you walked around campus, sometimes leading to you two falling in a pile of giggles. Every week you guys had plans. On Tuesdays you both liked to have Debate Nights where you both defend your opinion on something (often roping in the rest of your friends to be the jury). There wasn't a dull moment with you two, every day was full of laughter and joy. You were each other's first school friend and that friendship has lasted for years. After the Fall of Beacon, you were split up like most, but found each other fairly quickly. You were a great support for her and would always listen to her issues. She felt connected to you deeply on a different level. Even after the rest of Team RWBY came back, Ruby found herself strangely attached to you more. Being reunited with her sister and friends was one of the best feelings in the world, but the moment you and her found each other again takes the cake in her heart. It became incredibly clear that she was in love with you. Looking back on it, she did have a habit of making excuses just to talk to you in private. Ruby didn't know what to do with this information, but it will come up at the right time

One day at about 5 am, Ruby was awoken by Qrow with a somber look. Apparently during the night you went missing. No one saw or heard a thing. You were there sleeping in your bed and then you were just… gone. The thought of you being missing was terrifying, but Ruby tapped into her abundance of optimism and quickly got dressed and headed towards the town. You couldn't have gone far, right? You probably just went through the city and got lost, no big deal! For the next week her routine remained the same; Wake up early, gather friends to look for you, take break for lunch, keep looking alone, head back, sleep. At the start she was hopeful, but everyday just wore her down until the 7th day when it broke her. You've been missing for a whole week, where were you? Yang held Ruby as she cried, eventually passing her to Qrow when it came time to go to bed. He did the best he could and was as supportive as possible, but he knew Ruby needed space to process it herself, and brought her to her room. With a hair ruffle and weak smile, Qrow wished her a good night and left her to rest

Ruby was awoken the next day early in morning yet again, except this time there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, her heart stopped. You stood on the doorstep, clothes torn and bloody. There were no major external injuries but it was clear you were heavily shaken up. Hobbling in with a limp you entered the house and sighed at the warmth. Ruby was at a loss for words, only able to muster out a vague question of what happened.

Apparently when you were going to sleep last week, you decided to throw out the trash as well beforehand. When you exited the house to take it out, you were suddenly ambushed by multiple Grimm and dragged deep into the forest. Since you were going to sleep, you didn't have your weapons, scroll, or any protection at all. You were completely vulnerable. For the past week you had been both fighting for your life against various Grimm and trying to navigate your way out of the forest labyrinth. Just when you were about to collapse, you finally found the opening into the town and limped all the way back to your home

It hurt like a bitch, but you tried to smile as big as possible. You could tell Ruby was feeling awful about this just looking at you. Before you could say another word, Ruby lunged at you, pushing you both onto the couch behind you. You let out a loud hiss as your leg bent at an odd angle and your hip twisted. Her arms were wrapped tightly around your neck, her head buried into your chest. As you gained the strength to question her, Ruby cut you off

"Oh my god I'm so happy you're okay! I love you so much, I don't know what I'd do without you! I can't lose you!"

Hearing the absolute heartbreak in her voice and the way her breathing staggered between sobs pushed you to shed your own tears. In the forest, all you could think of was getting back to Ruby, the girl you loved. The fact that the whole time she felt the same sent you over the edge. You tightly hugged her back, ignoring the pain you felt from your injuries. Both of you just went back and forth saying how much you love each other over and over again to the point of it becoming unintelligable. Tired from being overworked physically and emotionally, you fell asleep together on the couch in each others arms. When everyone woke up in the morning they helped patch you up, with Ruby holding your hand the whole day

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Weiss Schnee

Weiss never expected to like someone so much. She was cold and abrasive, especially at the academy. But for some reason you just… stayed. And it wasn't annoying like it was with Ruby, instead whenever you knocked on her door she could feel her heart skip a beat. She'd still scold you for interrupting her and tell you to leave of course. Every week you pushed a little further, giving her space at the same time as to not overwhelm her. Weiss took notice and appreciated it deeply. She never had someone who took her interests at heart and it was so foreign. Your friendship took awhile to start, but once it got going it veeeery quickly turned into a closeted romance. Maybe it was due to her sheltered upbringing, maybe it was due to you not judging her for her family name, she didn't know. But something about you melted her heart and she fell hard. And it was super obvious, she is not good at lying. It got to the point that basically everyone knew of her crush except you. Ruby and Nora kept trying to get Weiss to confess to you already, but she managed to avert the conversations elsewhere. She'd tell you, but now wasn't the time

Weiss quickly regretted that decision when she came back from a mission to hear you never returned from yours. At first she thought it was a prank and got angry, but when she realised it was true, she started freaking out. She pretty much interrogated everyone who interacted with you that day and started slinging accusations. Emotions got heated and multiple arguments broke out. Ruby and Jaune tried to organize a search party for the next day but that didn't do much. The day ended on a sour note, and Weiss instantly locked herself in her room. She spent the whole night crying, trying to contact you through your scroll

While on a mission, the whole group got a message that you were found alive. Badly hurt, but alive. Weiss basically abandoned whatever she was doing and got to the location marked on her scroll as fast as possible. On the way she went on call with Blake and learned what had happened. Apparently SDC protestors learned of your appearance and relationship with Weiss and grew enraged. A Schnee didn't deserve to find love, and you loving her just made you complicit with her family's crimes! They took their chance while you were alone and approached you, asking for help. When you followed them to the abandoned building, you instantly knew it was a trap, but they bashed you on the head and kidnapped you. They spent the last few days interrogating you about the SDC and Weiss' "secret plans". No matter how many times you said you didn't understand they wouldn't take that as an answer. You got incredibly lucky when Ren saw a shady person enter the building you were kept in and decided to call backup and investigate

The whole travel her anger grew and grew, a flurry of emotions clouding her head. She doesn't even remember traveling to you, she became concious again when she saw your beaten, bloody face. You had a black eye and bruises all over your body, but other than that you were in good shape. The moment your eyes met, Weiss stormed over and began yelling at you. She screamed about how foolish you were to follow strangers, how stupid you were for being so naively kind, it all just fell out of her mouth. Rant lasting awhile, it all accumulated in her confessing what she had been holding for years,

"Why can't you just understand that I love you and don't want you hurt?!"

When she realized what she said she fell quiet and put a hand over her mouth. For the next minute it was pure silence. You could hear a pin drop. It took you a bit to fully process so you just stared wide eyed. Weiss's face dropped as she looked to the ground solemnly. She blunted said you should have just exposed her so you could go free without harm. With that you broke out of your trance and instantly pulled her into a hug, letting out a small hiss at the pressure on your ribcage. You instantly let her know that it was worth protecting her, and when you confessed you felt the same into her ear, Weiss melted into your embrace. As you hugged she just kept calling you an idiot over and over again, threatening you to never get kidnapped again. Meanwhile everyone in the vicinity did a sigh of relief and thanked the gods you were finally a couple

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Blake Belladonna

At the start Blake didn't really like people much, that was obvious. But unlike Weiss who was more abrasive and combative, Blake preferred to ignore or dismiss. Even after you became friends with the rest of Team RWBY Blake was the last one to warm up to you. But things changed when you saw her reading a book from your favorite series. Shocked you knew of it, she inquired about your interest and you two spent the whole time talking about the plot and it's history. After that day Blake found herself intrigued by you, and was happy to find someone to enjoy books with her. Everyday she grew warmer. You noticed she would slowly start to approach you herself and actively start conversations. It was cute. Soon she realised that she was falling in love again. Blake tried so hard to fight those feelings off. Her relationships have always been plagued by tragedy and she doesn't want you involved in that. But every time she heard you laugh and saw you do cute little dances, it got nearly impossible to not fall for you

Although your friendship had been pretty steady, you knew Blake was hiding things from you. You tried to pry information from her to no avail, she kept being vague. Tensions just kept rising and rising until tt all came to a head when she finally spoke up. Blake told you everything, all about Adam and the White Fang. She even opened up about what happened with Yang and how she ran away from her team. It was… intense, to say the least. It was so much to process at once you couldn't really wrap your head around it. She was in the White Fang? Yang lost an arm for her? This Adam guy is still out there? The more she tried to explain herself and her history, it just made you more confused and overwhelmed. Your brain became overstimulated with emotions that you just blew up at her. She started silent, but eventually raised her voice as well. It was an intense back and forth argument between you two that ended with you both angrily retreating to your respective rooms. Blake layed in bed awake all night, thinking about your whole argument. It was wrong for you to blame her and yell, but she absolutely understood why you did. This situation is tough and multi-faceted. As she finally drifted to sleep, Blake made up her mind

The next day Blake emerged from her room to confront you and apologize, but found you were gone. Everyone else saw you leave the house in the early morning but haven't heard a thing from you since. Blake's heart instantly dropped. Remembering your last interaction made her imagine the absolute worst and made her heart race. Without a word she ran out and went looking for you. She didn't even have a game plan. Normally she is very levelheaded and able to control her emotions, but this time it was impossible. Adam was still out there watching, waiting. He already went for Yang multiple times, there is no doubt in her mind that he would target you too. Every possibility played in her head of him kidnapping you and hurting you

Blake scanned the streets and forest paths desperately, and after what seemed like hours, she finally found you. No hesitation she called your name, catching your attention. As she dropped in front of you, before you could say anything she grabbed you roughly by your shoulders. Voice quivering, Blake asked you if Adam touched you at all, tears in her eyes. You shook your head confused, gaining a desperate sigh of relief from the Faunus. She explained how you just up and left with no notice and how scared she got considering your fight. But you responded that you left behind a note telling her you were just going for a walk to cool down. You two spent the next couple of minutes clearing up misunderstandings and eventually got the full picture. And awkward silence fell upon you two, which you broke by apologizing for your outburst. Blake was silent at first, but responded in kind,

"I'm… sorry for not being upfront and honest with you. I always try to hide and run, because I'm afraid my past will come back to haunt me. Adam knows when I get close to someone, he knows when I…

I try to rationalize it by saying it's for your sake, but that's not fair to you. I can't do that to someone… someone that I love. I promise from now on there will be no secrets between us."

Her words shook your core, and made your face instantly flush. She was being the most upfront and genuine she's ever been, and you couldn't help but lose your breath. Gulping, you quietly tell her you feel the same, making her ears perk up. On the way back to your home, you both gently locked hands

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Yang Xiao Long

Yo, you didn't become friends, it's more like Yang kidnapped you and you got Stockholm Syndrome. Obviously I'm joking, you were actually a friend of Ruby's and happened to be Yang's age, so everytime you visited Ruby you two would get to talking. After a couple conversations, Yang deemed you to be fucking cool and constantly tried to talk to you and chill. It got to the point that you started hanging out with Yang more than Ruby, causing the latter to pout. Your interactions devolved into playful flirting and teasing. She would always call you "cutie" and make flirty puns at you, gaining a blush and sigh in response. As much as you guys messed around, Yang started to realize that it wasn't just jokes anymore. Over the years you've known each other the atmosphere changed. Subconciously she had been trying to give you hints about how she feels. It took her talking to Blake to really come to terms with her feelings and figure out what was going on with her

The next morning Yang happily slammed your door open and brightly called for you to get up. All of her happiness stopped in it's tracks when she saw your empty bed. With no hesitation she began asking everyone where you were, with varied answers. Nora and Ren ate breakfast with you, Oscar saw you watch tv, Weiss had an argument with you about beverage choices, etc. Blake was the only one with a solid answer, stating you were heading to the out of town store to get groceries. Yang could feel herself getting slightly annoyed, but appreciated the response and happily went to go meet you there. She hopped on Bumblebee and started the drive

While she drove, Yang tried contacting you through your scroll but wasn't getting a response which was odd. You were usually really attentive and always answered, at least sent a text message or something. After a couple more times she was about to put her scroll away, until you picked up. Yang happily spoke into the scroll, playfully scolding you for making her call so many times, but got no response. She listened closely and could hear the faint voices of two men yelling. They were clearly not friendly and were throwing threats all over the place. It was already giving her a bad feeling, but when Yang heard gunshots and the sound of you screaming in fear, she put Bumblebee in overdrive and beelined towards you

When you left the house, all you intended to do was get some bread and pasta for tonights dinner. You even went to the far off store that had the high quality noodles. But about halfway during your shopping the doors slammed open and two men stormed in holding guns. They began threatening the store and it's patrons. The old Shopkeep tried to tell them to leave but quickly backed down when they shot 3 bullets at his feet. One of the men chained the door shut and closed the blinds, while the other went around and gathered customers to the center of the store. Adults and children were herded onto the open floor and promptly restrained as to not intervene. Your scroll, thankfully on silent, kept telling you Yang was calling. You knew you couldn't respond to her, but you accepted the call to let her at least know what as going on. After a couple of gunshots you closed your scroll and shoved it in your pocket. As the other man got closer you looked around and found an opening behind the freezers. Before he approached you quickly slid behind and held your breath. No one noticed your escape, and went along their way. For the next 10 minutes you sat there in horror as you heard the store get ransacked and customers terrorized

The front windows suddenly shattered as a yellow and black bike got thrown through, ramming into one of the men. Yang quickly followed, eyes red and hair burning. She started to tear apart the store trying to find you, breaking shelves and display stands. You name was called but you could barely hear due to the freezers. Upset at the sudden entrance, the men tried to intimidate her, but she didn't even flinch. Knowing you were somewhere in the building, possible hurt, made her go blind with rage. With ease Yang defeated and apprehended the criminals with excessive force. A few extra punches and kicks and head slams are fine, right? Shopkeep thanked her and called the police, leaving Yang to find you. Now that the room was quieter, you could hear her desperate cries and called out for her, crawling out. You were barely off the floor when Yang nearly tackled you and hugged you tighter than before.

"I love you so much, I'll never let this happen again. I'll never let you get hurt."

In that moment Yang didn't even care about the fact she just confessed her true love to you, all she cared about was the fact you were in her arms unharmed. You didn't say it back, but you reciprocated her hug in a way that made her understand. The hug lasted for a couple of minutes, both of you just breathing together and calming yourselves. Once your heartrates dropped and your minds' settled, Yang gently helped you up and lead you to her bike, hopping on herself. Wrapping your arms around her waist, Yang quietly drove you back to the house in comfortable silence. That night Yang slept in your room with you due to anxiety and paranoia of you getting possible hurt. But even after those fears quieted down, you guys kept sleeping and cuddling in the same bed like the lovebirds you were

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This was so long but so fun to write??? I hope these are alright!

#RWBY #RWBY Imagines #RWBY Headcanon #RWBY x Reader #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long

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softly-potter · 3 months

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Like Fireworks

Summary: Blake & Yang help Ruby come up with a way to ask Weiss out on the Fourth of July.

Pairing: Ruby x Weiss, Yang x Blake

Word count: 800

Warning: none

A/N: this was written in 30 minutes and no beta testing sorry not sorry. Happy Fourth of July!!

"That dress is going to get you more than just attention."

Ruby flushes, pressing down the pleast of her outfit. "I'm...not sure what you mean."

Blake leans back into Yang against the knitted picnic blanket beneath them, smirking. "You know exactly what I mean.”

"She hasn't kept her eyes off you." Yang adds, wiggling her brows. as if on instinct, Ruby glaces over her left shoulder. Standing beside the punch stand, Weiss is in light conversation with Neptune, a cup held in her hand. She's talking, but her eyes are locked on Ruby, baby blues intense and piercing. Having been caught, Ruby looks away and feels the heat creep to her neck:

"I can't do this." Ruby whispers. She can practically feel Yang's eyeroll.

The confession during the school's annual fourth of July fireworks picnic had been Blake's idea. After watching the pain-staking dance that Ruby and Weiss did around one another, she had finally broken and approached Ruby about it. With Yang's encouragement, the girls had come up with an easy enough plan to get Weiss and Ruby alone.

"Cherry punch?" Weiss's voice nearly makes ruby jump out of her dress, and she hiccups in surprise. Raising a hand to her mouth, Blake weakly hides her giggle as Weiss sits down between them, folding her legs delicately beneath herself.

"I- thanks Weiss!" Ruby chirps, electricity bouncing through her skin as her hands brush weisses fingers when she grabs the cup. "Nice Weiss strikes again."

Weiss smiles and tucks a strand of white-blonde hair behind her ear.

"The show will be starting in 15 minutes! Please take your seats." the announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeaker, capturing everyone's attention.

Blake jumps to her feet. "Yang! I want a candied chocolate candle."

"A what?" Yang asks in confusion, allowing Blake to pull her to her feet.

"I think they're out," Weiss interjects, taking a sip of her punch. Blake blinks for a moment and yanks at yang again, harder this time.

"Then I want a Cherry Clock!" she demands, and she practically hauls Yang away. Ruby rubs her temples in slick embarrassment.

Weiss wrinkles her nose as she watches Blake and Yang disappear into the crowd. "What's up with her?"

"she ah...has a sweet tooth?"

Weiss sips her punch again with a light shrug. "Maybe. How's your drink?"

Ruby holds up her cup with a smile, and they click the plastic drinks together with an easy laugh. "It's great, nearly matches my dress."

"I...agree with that sentiment." Weiss says carefully, and her eyes rake down Ruby's body, sending a shiver through the red head. Ruby knows she's flushing and looks away, tapping her finger on the rim of the now empty drink.

"Hey, um..Weiss?"

There's a hiss and a pop, and a dazzle of sparkles light up the sky. A stream of light blue fireworks erupt in the sky, sending cascades of light across the clouds. another pop, and bright red fireworks explode, like rapid gun fire.

"It's starting!" Weiss says happily with a clap of her hands before turning back to Ruby. she has to project her voice to be heard over the fireworks. "What were you going to say?"

There's another pop and there's a discharge of golden light. it swirls and deeps, glittering calligraphy in the night sky, the clouds it's canvas.

"I just- i wanted to ask-!" ruby tries, but her voice is captured by the bang of the fireworks and her head feels warm, nerves swirling in her stomach. "I wanted to ask if i-i could take you out?"

"What?" Weiss cries, her brows knitted in confusion. Ruby swallows thickly, wipes her sweaty palms on the fabric of her dress.

"go out with me!" she tries again, and Weiss cocks her head.

"Where?" she calls back, leaning forward. Ruby swears under her breath. Maybe proposing the idea during a loud expression of light wasn't the best idea. she looks up, tries to put a smile on her face.

"Forget it!" She chirps, wrapping her arms loosely around her knees. "Later! We can talk later!"

Weiss pauses, the lights of the fireworks dancing across her features. A look of determination settles across her face and she scoots forward, leaning her face towards the side of Ruby's head, her balance being held by her left arm.

"Oh no you don't." She murmurs, and using her right hand, she grips the collar of Ruby's shirt, and pulls her close before pressing her mouth to hers.

Ruby squeaks in surprise, the sound muted by the smooth expanse of Weiss's lips. Fireworks shoot off above them, red and green and purple and blue erupting in the night sky, and when Weiss pulls back, she's smiling.

"Now about that date," She murmurs, her lips glossy, and Ruby smiles.

#whiterose #fluff #whiterose fluff #Blake ships whiterose #bumblby #fourth of july #ruby and weiss #no beta read

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theysaidhush · 1 year

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I have hard thoughts and I saw you asking for them... So... You know I.N from skz, that man makes me feel things istg. So I'm wondering what your thoughts on kinks for him? Because I've got a hand kink just for him I think💀

Anyways, have a great day/night and if you're not comfortable with doing this then that's fine ❤

When I.N is kinky 👀

I think that Jeongin definitely has a thing for clothed sex.

Man just post soooo many OOTD and he dresses well, so he would definitely be into clothed sex. Just- imagine. Jeongin would call you over or go in your bedroom or studio or whatever and pick a pretty outfit for you to wear. You both would be giggling and ogling at each other, it's cute and all, until there's something in him that tells him to take you right now, right here. Seeing you wear the outfit he picks for you is a big turn on for him, I think he would get horny immediately, begging you to let him take you, to make you feel nice, to let him fill your tiny cunt with his big dick because you look so cute in those outfit. He wouldn't take his clothes off, nor yours, kinda feel like he would just lower his pants enough so he can slam his cock in your pussy again and again. Bonus point if your chewing on the hoodie he gave you because he makes you feel too good. Dude would definitely cum on your now ruined clothes and take a pic, then add it to his private file named "OOTD <3".

I also think that Jeongin would be into role-play ?

It's literally so cliché but I can see him being into 'teacher-student' role-play. You would act it out, wearing a short and tight skirt with glasses and all the teacher sht fantasy, and he would wear a fake uniform. Now we know that Jeongin does not like school, dude was literally missing every classes, I still don't get how he got his certificate but that's not the point. In one of your fantasy you would tell him what a bad student he is, that he needs to get punished, but hey, you're talking to Yang Jeongin, he's the maknae on top! You end up being the one who's punish. He would do some dirty talk, but nothing to heavy and nothing you're not comfortable with. But he would definitely show false empathy as he's literally bending you over the desk in your bedroom, going at an awful pace, not letting you catch your breath as he circles your clit and make you gag on his long and beautiful fingers. He would coo at your whimper or the way you're trying to grab something to ground yourself. Yeah Jeongin loves making you gag on his finger, argue with the wall. He would tell you what a bad professor you are, telling you that he's the one teaching you things instead as you're drooling and panting. He can't help but laugh at your pitiful state.

Last but not least, I think that since he's the younger in his group, the baby, he wants to show them that he is a man too. So exhibitionistm.

Yeah. But only at the dorms though. He's got nothing to prove to randoms and only his members would get to see you like he does. He wouldn't go in front of them and hump you like the horny boy he is. Noooo, that's to light, e wouldn't prove anything except that he's always horny when you're around - which he is??? He would fuck you late at night in the living room, telling you to be quiet since everyone's sleeping even though the sound of his skin slapping against yours his louder than your moans - 'cause Dady bread would go all out, he's got a point to prove. But the thing is that he knooooows. He knows that Minho was still at the dance studio, practicing, and that he would come home soon. And when it happens ? Is he surprised when and glances at the door only to see Minho standing here, dumbfounded as his youngest brother his deep inside your guts, making out with you while he's playing with your tits? The dancer can't see anything but your fucked out expression hanging from the couch's armrest, and he have ears. And no Jeongin isn't, but Minho sure is. His big rond eyes looking at his Maknae's sweaty upper body as the latter is frowning and closing his eyes with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. Is Minho getting hard because at the sight of you face, wet because of the tears spilling from your eyes ? he sure is, what a sight. And Jeongin wouldn't stop. No, he would just hide his smile in your neck, trying to rock your body harder so that his Hyung can hear how good his sweet Donsaeng is making you feel.

Does he asks you to ride him in Chan's studio when the older is out for food, even though he knows that he'll come back soon? Yes.

Does he 'accidentally' sends Hyunjin a text, telling him to meet him in a fitting room because he needs his opinion when in fact he was just hitting you from behind, grip tight on your hair, forcing you to look at Hyunjin's boner because he had no other choice but to come in and stay? Yes.

So yeah, I think I.N would be into clothed sex, exhibitionistm and role-play. But it's my opinion at the moment. Ask me another day, when my mood is different, and I might tell you something else lol.

#stray kids smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin hard hours #yang jeongin hard thoughts #stray kids x reader #kpop hard hours #yang jeongin x reader #jeongin hard hours #jeongin hard thoughts

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bridgyrose · 4 months

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White Rose "risky" hanky panky? (whatever you feel risky means.)

Ruby’s breath hitched as she moved closer to Weiss, her eyes already stripping her partner in anticipation of finally being with her. Fingers trembled as they grabbed the soft fabric of Weiss’s shirt, a blush crossed her cheeks as she slowly lifted.

“Dont take too long,” Weiss said, half annoyed. “We dont have time to dawdle. We have ten minutes until Blake gets back-”

“This is going to take longer than ten minutes with the way you dress,” Ruby retorted back as she started to undo buttons as she lifted Weiss’s shirt. “Couldnt you have dressed a bit simpler?”

“I still have an image to keep up. Besides, you’re no better with that corset of yours.”

“All you have to do is untie it.”

“And then wait as you take too long to put it back on.”

Ruby rolled her eyes as she finished unbuttoning Weiss’s shirt and pulled it off. She froze as she heard footsteps walk past the door of Weiss’s office, letting out a breath she didnt realize she had been holding once she was sure everything was clear. “Maybe now is a bad idea-”

“Its not like we have other options,” Weiss half growled as she pulled Ruby close to her by the collar, their lips nearly touching. “So we either do this now or-”

Ruby froze again as she heard the doorknob start to jiggle as someone tried to open the door. “We’ll talk later,” she said in a hushed whisper as she buttoned up Weiss’s shirt again, before calling out. “Just a minute!”

“You’re both going to be late!” Yang called through the door. “Do you really want to miss our flight again?”

Ruby rushed to the door and opened it a bit with a smile to Yang. “Weiss and I just had a little business to finish before leaving.”

“Exactly,” Weiss agreed as she finished straightening her shirt. “Need to make sure emails are forwarded to the board, making sure shipments are correct, and to have a replacement hunter on standby in case anything happens while we’re away.”

Yang peeked into the room. “Right. Come on you two, you’re the last ones to be ready.”

Ruby nodded and held the door open for Weiss before following the two out towards the airship. The blush finally faded from her cheeks as she made her way to Weiss’s side, fingers slowly glancing against hers. “Maybe we’ll get some time alone after we land,” she said in a hushed whisper.

“Cant you just tell her that you like girls?” Weiss whispered back. “Or at least that you like me? Then we dont have to keep hiding this.”

“And what exactly am I supposed to say? What if she doesnt accept this?”

“She’s dating Nora. I’m sure she’ll be fine if you tell her you love me.”

“You two done whispering back there?” Yang asked as she slowed down a bit. “I swear you both still act like we’re in Beacon.”

Weiss scoffed and rolled her eyes. “We do not. Besides, its not like you’re any better. You’re still just as reckless now as you were then.”

“I’ve gotten better. Besides, I know what I want to do with my life now.”

“Whatever you say.”

Ruby sighed and gently reached for Weiss’s side, slowly letting her fingers drag against the soft fabric of Weiss’s shirt as she made her way up. She gently squeezed Weiss’s breast and blushed for a bit as she pulled away when she heard a soft moan leave Weiss’s lips.

Yang paused and looked behind her. “You okay?”

“I-I’m fine,” Weiss said as her voice cracked a bit. “Just thought about something my mother told me.”

“Just keep it to yourself.”

Ruby sighed and started to fall behind a bit. This was going to be a long trip.

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“Be careful you dolt!” Weiss said in a hushed whisper. “You’re going to wake them.”

“I am being careful!” Ruby tried to adjust herself, wincing as she hit her elbow against the wall. “Why did you choose the lavatory to do this in?”

“Because you’re still too scared to tell them that we’re dating!”

Ruby sighed and looked down Weiss’s shirt. “Its not that simple-”

“Its always that simple! Just tell them!”

“It’ll ruin both of us!” Ruby pulled away from Weiss and started to get dressed again. “If I tell Yang, then it wont be long before others find out. You’re still head of the SDC, if anyone finds out that you and I are… you know… it’ll put us both in jeopardy.”

“Ruby-”

“We both have images we have to keep up. And we cant let yours get ruined. Not now.”

Weiss sighed and finished buttoning up her shirt. “We cant keep being scared of that.”

“Isnt that why you wanted us to start in secret to begin with?”

“Yes but… things are different now.”

“Give me time. A-a week.”

“Fine, but you still owe me a night I wont forget.”

Ruby smiled a bit and opened the door to the lavatory. “Dont worry, I’ll make it up to you.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #drabbles #whiterose #ruby x weiss

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firelordsfirelady · 4 months

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XII. Rooftop Tea

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal

Word Count: 1783

Destined to be Yin and Yang

I own no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender or any of the characters/story.

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16

See Y/N’s inspiration here.

Destined to be Yin and Yang Soundtrack (YouTube)

Standing alone in my bedroom, I grabbed a change of clothes then wrapped them in a towel and tucked it under my arm before I grabbed the handle of the bucket next to my bed. As I opened the door, I was surprised to find Zuko with his hand posed to knock on my door. His face reflected my shock as he looked at me with my supplies.

“Zuko?”

“Where--” Zuko said at the same time as I spoke his name. I closed my mouth as I looked at the Prince standing before me in his Agni Kai attire. It was an impossible task to keep my eyes trained on the golden eyes looking at me when Zuko was standing there wearing only two armbands, pants, and shoes.

Don’t you have someone back home dear Prince? My heart scolded my brain as the thought crossed my mind.

“Where are you going?” Zuko’s question helped to focus my attention on the task at hand. I cleared my throat before I held up my supplies for the Prince to see.

“I’m not going to bed after sweating this much and not taking a bath.” My words were light as I moved to lower the bucket, but Zuko gently grabbed the bucket from me. My eyes widened in embarrassment as my cheeks grew red. “Hey, that’s my bucket.”

“I know.” Zuko’s cheeks were red as he turned to walk away. “Let me prepare the water for you. The water buckets are heavy to carry.” My heart clenched in my chest as the warmth spread from my cheeks to my ears.

“I am capable of doing--”

“I know,” Zuko interrupted me as he started to walk away from me. “Just let me do this for you.”

This feels wrong. I didn’t get to stop Zuko as he walked away. There was a battle raging within between my head and my heart. I wanted to respect it if Zuko had someone waiting for him to return from the banishment, but the way Zuko was acting was confusing. I knew the Prince was a man whose honor meant the world to him. Sighing, I began the walk to the bathroom, and I leaned against the doorway as I watched the Prince dump one last bucket of water into the wooden tub. He looked up at me with bewilderment as he noticed my presence. His cheeks were red as he set the bucket down.

“Thank you, Prince--”

“Zuko.” He looked down as he interrupted me. “Just call me Zuko, and it was nothing.” The Prince lightly moved me out of the way as he left the room.

Is it just nothing? I thought to myself as I bathed in the perfectly hot water. Am I just wanting to believe there’s more?

I dressed quickly after my bath and felt a hundred times better as I walked back to my room, but I paused as I noticed a note taped to my door. Gently detaching it from its place, I opened it to find one sentence written in neat handwriting.

Meet me on the rooftop. -Z

My heart raced as I read the words again to make sure I understood what was written. I ran a brush through my hair and quickly braided it into two side braids, and the bangs I had fell out of the braids in rebellion. I left my clothes in a small pile on the chair before I went to meet Zuko.

Climbing up the ladder, I was surprised to find Zuko sitting down with a blanket over his shoulders. His back was facing toward me and I couldn’t see much else until I walked closer. He turned to look at me as he held up a dark object that went limp--a blanket. I didn’t fight the soft smile as I grabbed the blanket from him.

“Thank you.” Sitting down, I wrapped the blankets around my shoulders. As I settled into my spot, Zuko offered me a cup of tea. Grabbing the cup, I noticed that Zuko had found a slightly flatten part of the roof to perch a small tea tray on. The sweet smell of jasmine tea teased my nose as I brought the cup to my lips. I smiled from the scent of the tea as I looked at Zuko as he took a sip of tea from the cup in his hands.

“Did you really mean what you said?” Zuko’s quiet voice made the smile slowly fade from my lips. “After the Agni Kai.” Zuko stared at the cup of tea in his hands before he shifted his intense gaze to me. My breath caught in my chest as I tried not to be captivated by him.

He’s got a General’s girl back home…right? I forced myself to take rhythmic breaths as I nodded. Zuko’s eyes stared at me as his gaze looked over my appearance. Before I could register the movement, the Prince reached out and lightly ghosted over the end of my braid closest to him. I felt a rush of chills across my body as goosebumps raced down my arms.

“I’ve never seen your hair like that.” His cheeks were slightly tinted in the dim light of the moon. “It looks good like that.”

“What are you doing?” The question left my mouth the second it came to my head as my heart raced with anxiety. My heart just couldn’t take it anymore. Zuko’s lips pulled down slightly as my eyes gave away that something was bothering me.

“I’m giving you a compliment.” Zuko slowly said as he looked away for a second. “What’s wrong?”

Too many questions. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked down before I let the words roll off my tongue.

“There’s a lot of things wrong.” Zuko’s eyebrows furrowed as hurt flashed in his eyes, but I continued to speak. “But the biggest thing that’s bothering me is you.” I put my hand up to stop Zuko from talking.

If I didn’t say it now then I’ll never have the courage again.

“You say horrible things to me that make me feel like I’m a burden or thorn in your side while there are times you say things that sound like you care.” I swallowed to moisten my dry mouth. “The other day you said something about marrying a General’s daughter, but tonight you’re drawing my bath water. Do you know what that does to a person’s feelings?” Taking a deep breath, I continued. “Zuko, I need you to answer one question for me.”

“What do you need to know?” His voice sounded like he was trying to hide how my words made him feel, but his golden orbs gave away the way my words made him feel. My heart was beating so fast that it was threatening to stop as adrenaline fueled my audacity.

“Do you have someone waiting for you back home?” Zuko looked shocked by the bluntness of my next words. “You said something the other day about your father arranging you to marry a General’s daughter, so I just need to know if someone else is waiting for you.” The silence that followed was almost enough to make me pass out, but Zuko’s laughter brought my attention back to him. I felt the tears threatening to pool in my eyes as I went to stand up, but Zuko’s words stopped me.

“No.” He said in a bitter voice before he looked down at his shoes. “Do you have someone waiting for you?”

“No.” I let out a light laugh. “I had the weight of the whole village looming over me, so I wasn’t too interested in dating back home.” I made the mistake of looking at Zuko, who was staring at me with an intense emotion in his eyes. Silence greeted the air between us as I felt a knot in my throat.

“Can I say something too?” Zuko’s question piqued my curiosity, so I nodded. “You’re a problem for me too.”

Now I know how much it hurts to hear that.

“At first, I thought you were a test from my father to see if I wanted to find the Avatar. A distraction from the mission, or a test of some kind.” A bitter laugh left the young Firebender’s lips as he continued. “It didn’t help that you didn’t act like someone with a mission should act--you cooked, cleaned, laughed, and smiled. I thought you were irresponsible and irrational. At first, it bothered me, I complained about it.” I looked down briefly before looking back up at him as he continued. “Then I found out how much I missed it when you weren’t around.” His soft words drew all of my attention as my heart raced in my chest.

“I missed your wittiness, your laugh,” He looked away briefly before he continued. “I was angry when I realized that.”

“Why?” I asked as confusion danced across my features, but Zuko closed his eyes and sighed

“I feared the pain of my father declaring that you were just that—a test.” He slowly opened his eyes to look at me, and I forgot how to breathe for a brief moment. “That once he realized I had feelings for you, he’d take it away and arrange someone else for me to marry.” He let out a sad laugh. “He’s cruel like that, so I tried to put a barrier between us.”

“Then I watched when Zhao hit you--” He took a sip of his tea before he continued. “--I hated the disrespect Zhao had for you. You are to be my bride, and any disrespect towards you is disrespect towards me.” My heart paused as the world seemed to go quiet around us as Zuko dropped the level of his voice.

“Zuko--” I said before the prince finished his cup of tea and changed the subject.

“It’s getting late.” He stood up before he offered his hands to help me up. “I fear I needed to tell you something tonight.” I took his offered hands, but he hesitated to let go of my hands as he held my attention. “I will honor my agreement to marry you once we return with the Avatar.” Zuko let go of my hands, but I reached up to gently touch the left side of his face.

“I promise to aid in regaining your honor.” I gave him a soft smile, but I was surprised as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. He pulled back and turned away from me. “Come on, Princess,” He teased as he smiled at me. “We must rest if we are to find the Avatar.”

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georgiebrits · 9 months

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Demon of my dreams - Yang Jungwon

“You’re a demon, right?” You asked with a sigh. You sat at the counter of your small cafe. Your laptop was open in front of you as you typed away with your fingers on the keyboard. You were trying to make some money from this stupid job and it wasn’t exactly easy to do when you worked as a waitress at a coffee shop. The hours weren’t really worth living for, but it paid the bills. But you needed the money to be able to move out of the crappy apartment you rented. “Or am I just imagining all this?” You said softly. Searching up this demon that has been tormenting you. You never saw his face but you always woke up gasping for air. The things he does to you while you are asleep are unthinkable. The only reason you know it is not just a dream is because the nail marks are visible even when you are awake. But maybe… Maybe you’ve gone insane. The world around you is starting to spin and the walls seem to close in on you. All the colors are becoming a blur and your ears start buzzing like crazy before they stop completely. You feel so dizzy. You found out that you summon him yourself and if you give in to his desires he will make sure your wishes will come true. If you don’t comply he takes everything from you. It sounds absurd, doesn't it? Like an evil fairytale or something? It feels impossible that someone can control your every thought. Going to sleep you are scared of the dream you will have this time. How far is this going to go this time? Who knows what might happen to you during the night? Maybe you’ll wake up screaming again… You fell asleep as your dream began.

You are in an alleyway with a door in front of you. You feel like you should open it, so you do> Pretty sure that this demon is right behind it.As you walk in you see him on a bed. Still not able to see his face. He is dressed only in a pair of black sweatpants and you wonder why he decided to dress like that.You approach closer. He seems relaxed and not angry at all. You reach out towards him, slowly and cautiously. His skin is very warm.His eyes darken as he he takes your arm and pins you under him. You are scared but excited as well. You try and push him off, but he pushes back harder. His hands grip onto you and hold you down firmly against him. You can smell his minty breath on your cheeks. His lips press hard against yours before he bites into you harshly.The taste of blood fills your mouth. You feel like you are losing yourself. He pushes your head to one side, moving his tongue over your neck. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even more tightly. You can hear moans escaping your mouth and you bite down on his shoulder when you feel yourself getting wetter. Your nails dig deep into his skin as he pulls at your hips and you pull at his hair, feeling yourself coming apart. He stops sucking and licking you for a second and brings his hand down to touch you. He slowly undresses you, exposing your body to his hungry gaze. He gently takes your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and causing you to moan in pleasure. Your body is buzzing with excitement as you give yourself over to him completely.He grabs your hair, pinning your head to the bed once more and he kisses your neck. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach and you feel his teeth scraping your skin. “Please. Please, please,” you beg. Not really knowing what you are begging for.His hand trails from the top of your hip to the top of your panties. Before you can react he starts tugging at them, opening them further. He removes your underwear. You try to fight him but he doesn’t give a damn. In fact, he looks happy about it. As he reaches the end of the panties he licks you through them, making you arch your back. You feel him slide two fingers inside you. “Fuck~” you gasp. His fingers are hot but gentle. He keeps sliding two of his fingers in, teasingly slow at first and then increasing the pressure until he finally slides in three. You are panting, holding back the noises in your throat. After he is done, he continues licking and biting your skin, giving you multiple hickies. Your head starts throbbing as the heat builds in your lower abdomen. He lets go of you and moves his other fingers inside you. He thrusts in and out, faster and harder now, driving you higher each time.Those fingers are making you feel like you never did.Before you know it he is not wearing clothes anymore and he turns you around, pushing you in the mattress as you can't see him.One of your hands grabs the sheet underneath you, gripping it so tight that you fear it may rip at any moment. He leans forward on top of you, holding himself up by keeping his arms above your head. “Don’t you like being here with me?” He asks. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” You feel yourself shaking and you can tell that he notices. He smirks slightly. “Do you want to get rid of me?” Your heart skips a beat. “"Just do as I say and you will get everything your little heart desires"as he says this you feel him enter you from behind.It was too much for you. Everything felt too overwhelming. He moved faster and harder than you had ever imagined anyone could. You are almost sobbing but you are trying to keep the tears from forming. You try and focus on anything but the pain. This isn’t real. You are imagining things. This is a dream. You can’t imagine what he would do to you.Your breathing becomes heavier and more shallow. You want him to stop but you also want it to continue and you feel that you can’t say no.

Just when you would get your climax you wake up panting. There is blood on your sheets. Your chest is pounding so bad, you don't know how to feel anymore. You scream out: "I will do what you want, but please make this stop" but there is no answer. He had you right where he wanted you ready to please him outside of your dreams. Today will be the day you meet him for real and he isn't going to spare you.

#smut #x reader #imagine #enhypen #enhypen smut #yang jungwon smut #yang jungwon #jungwon #jungwon smut

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pandenewie · 1 year

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05 - when bae gets you in trouble

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Jungwon doesn’t know what to do. He feels like he’s at war with himself. On one hand, Y/n is breaking the dress code, which gives him a bad image as the student council president. On the other hand, trying to do something about it could cause Y/n to dislike him even more than they already do.

He’s not an idiot. He sees the way they roll their eyes whenever he stands up to speak in class. The way they snicker with their friends whenever he’s around. If it were any other person in the school, Jungwon wouldn’t care. Sure, he wants to impress people and works hard to do so - but he also knows when to call it quits. Unless it’s Y/n, of course.

“They still haven’t replied?” Jongseob asks curiously, watching the way his friend’s eyes follow their classmate. Jungwon sighs, shaking his head as he pulls out his phone. The bold letters "READ" are still there from the night before.

“To be fair, that message sucked ass.” Ni-ki chimes in. “You’ve gotta be direct with Y/n, why do you think Hikaru’s such a bitch?” He continues. “She’s only a bitch to you because you’re annoying,” Shota adds, stealing one of the fries from Ni-ki’s plate.

“I was scared I’d hurt their feelings.” Jungwon mumbles. “Well stop. You need to go scary president mode on them. Show them who’s boss!” Ni-ki exclaims, earning an eye roll from his older friend.

“I don’t think Jungwon can go scary president mode. He’s way too soft.” Jongseob reasons. “You didn’t see him when Shota and I took Jay-hyung’s car,” Ni-ki says, causing Shota’s eyes to widen. “Dude, don’t remind him.” He whispers.

“Maybe try talking to them in person? They can’t leave you on read face-to-face.” Jongseob suggests. “But I do that all the time?” Shota asks, causing Jongseob to roll his eyes. “You’re different.” He clarifies. “Okay… I’ll try talking to them after class.” Jungwon nods, gathering up all the courage in his body. “Why don’t you ask them out while you’re at it?” Ni-ki jokes, resulting in glares from the rest of the group. “... too soon?”

Jungwon and confrontation do not get along. Confrontation and Y/n on the other hand, are practically best buddies. This is evident in the smirk spreading across Y/n’s face, as Jungwon avoids eye contact and stumbles over his words.

“So… you don’t like my outfits?” Y/n asks sarcastically. Jungwon knows he’s blushing but part of him prays that Y/n doesn’t notice. “It’s not about me liking them… they’re just inappropriate for school.” He clarifies. “I’m not showing anything?” Y/n argues, causing Jungwon to sigh.

“They go against the dress code, Y/n. It’s covered in rips and holes and chains-” Y/n lets out a loud exaggerated gasp, interrupting Jungwon’s words. “Oh my god, rips and chains? How will anyone be able to learn?” Jungwon narrows his eyes at their sarcasm. “You’re not taking me seriously.” He mumbles. “That’s because you’re talking out of your ass, Yang.” Y/n replies sweetly before turning to walk away.

Jungwon sighs yet again, slinging his bag over his shoulder to follow Y/n down the hall. “Why are you being so difficult about this?” He asks, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “Because the dress code is dumb and you know it.” They state matter-of-factly. “Okay, and you’re breaking it to what - prove a point?” He asks, earning a wink from Y/n that makes his heart flutter a little more than expected.

“That’s not gonna work Y/n. They won’t just change the dress code because you don’t like it.” Jungwon states. “No… but you will,” Y/n replies teasingly, Jungwon’s eyes widening at their words.

He - what?

Does Y/n know about his tiny-but-not-so-tiny crush on them? Surely not… he’s been so discreet about it! The only people who know are Ni-ki, Jongseob and Shota. And the likelihood of them snitching is minimal.

Y/n laughs at the confusion on his face. “Class started 5 minutes ago, and yet you’re here talking to me. I must make great company.” They smirk, laughing louder as Jungwon scurries to check the time. He was so distracted by talking to Y/n that he forgot he had class!

“Poor Mr President; first time skipping class?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to gulp nervously. “I’m not skipping… I’m just… running late.” He says, repeating the thought over and over again. Anything to override the guilt building up in the pit of his stomach. “Well, I don’t see you rushing off to make it.” Y/n shrugs.

Jungwon’s mouth goes dry as they call him out. Why hasn’t he left yet? If he goes now, he could use some excuse and get off without even a warning. Perks of being a teacher’s pet. But the longer he stands here, the longer he allows Y/n to play with his mind, and the slimmer his chances of getting out of this become.

“Go on, I’m sure Mrs Kim is eagerly waiting for her favourite student.” Y/n pushes further. They narrow their eyes at him, almost in a challenging way. Jungwon doesn’t know what game they’re playing… but he knows that they’re winning it. So for some dumb reason - he stays. He’s not sure if he’s trying to prove anything to himself or to Y/n. Maybe a little bit of both. Because he can’t have himself doing everything Y/n wants, and he can’t have Y/n thinking they’ve got the upper hand.

Jungwon feels nervous at the sudden presence of Y/n looking over his shoulder. The two are currently seated on the floor of the school’s out-of-order bathrooms.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asks. “If you wanted to do school work, you should’ve just gone to class.” Jungwon subtly rolls his eyes at their comment. “It’s stuff for the council. That way, if I get caught out of not being in class, I have an excuse.” He says, showing Y/n the page of his workbook. It’s a bunch of scribbles about school events, people to talk to, etc. Stuff Y/n couldn’t care less about.

“Skipping class and lying to teachers? What have I done to you, prez?” Y/n asks, a fake pout seated proudly across their lips. “It’s not a complete lie.” Jungwon mumbles, attempting to push away the thoughts of calling Y/n cute that settle in his brain. “Still… the school’s golden boy is losing his shine.” Jungwon feels his face heat up at Y/n’s teasing. “That’s not why I’m here!” He chokes out, trying to retain at least some of his reputation.

“Why are you here then?”

The question leaves Jungwon stumped. Why is he here? Sitting on the floor of an abandoned bathroom doesn’t prove anything. What is he even trying to prove? That he can be rebellious? That he’s not the uptight student council nerd that Y/n makes him out to be? If so, he’s not doing a very good job.

Jungwon suddenly stands up, feeling defeated and confused. If he goes now, he could probably still make it to the last half of the period. He can show Mrs Kim his council work and claim he was in a meeting.

“I’m just gonna go to class.” He sighs, causing Y/n to snicker. “I figured. Knew you didn’t have it in you. You stood it out longer than I thought though, so thanks for entertaining the idea of bad boy Jungwon.” All this teasing from Y/n makes Jungwon feel like he’s about to faint. How is this the longest conversation they’ve ever had, and yet they’re already so comfortable with pushing his boundaries?

“Where are you going?” Jungwon asks, noticing Y/n get up and follow him out of the bathroom. “To my car. Only nerds hang out in the bathrooms.” Y/n says casually, causing a short ache in Jungwon’s heart. Ouch.

“Shouldn’t we… walk separately?” Jungwon asks, causing Y/n to come to a sudden pause. “Why?” They ask bluntly. Jungwon gulps nervously as Y/n looks at him, almost daring him to finish his sentence. “Just because… I’m going back to class and y’know… we don’t want people thinking… anything.” Jungwon mumbles out, suddenly feeling very nervous under Y/n’s gaze.

Y/n lets out a loud scoff before pushing past Jungwon, hitting him with their shoulder on the way. “Right. Because how tragic would it be for other people to see our dear student council president with someone like me.” They say, their tone harsh as the words seem to cut right through Jungwon’s heart. “That’s not what I meant,” Jungwon whispers, causing Y/n to scoff again.

“Of course not. Yang Jungwon would never say anything like that to one of his classmates. Because he’s an angel and we should all aspire to be like him.” Y/n exclaims sarcastically, causing Jungwon’s ears to burn red with embarrassment. “You think you’re so much better than us because you’re the president. Well, guess what, Jungwon? Aside from the teachers, no one in school believes it. You’re just some pathetic kid whose self-esteem is so low that he needs validation from everyone else in the world. Well, you’re not gonna get it from me.” Y/n rants, their voice increasing in volume the more words they spit at Jungwon.

Jungwon doesn’t know what to say. As ignorant as it sounds, he’s never been on the receiving end of such words. At least not coming at him with this much aggression. “I… I didn’t mean…” “Of course, you didn’t mean it Jungwon, you never mean anything! This whole nice boy president bullshit is nothing but an act. And I see right through it. I may be a bitch, but at least I know when I’m doing things that make others feel like shit.”

With that, Y/n turns on their heel after getting it all out of their system, only to be met face to face with an angry Mrs Kim. “L/n Y/n, what is the meaning of this?” She asks angrily, causing Y/n to sigh in an attempt to calm their anger. “I’m sorry Miss. Jungwon just said something that upset me and I lost my cool.” Y/n exclaims, earning a scoff from the teacher. “Yeah right. If you’re gonna pin the blame on someone, at least make it believable Y/n. Off to the principal's office.” Mrs Kim says, pointing her finger down the hall.

Y/n rolls their eyes before turning to walk towards the principal's office. Their eyes meet Jungwon’s in the process, giving him a glare that sends shivers down his spine. He wants to apologize, but he wouldn’t even know where to start. So he just keeps his mouth shut, a slight tear at his heart as he watches Y/n walk away.

“Right… I’m so sorry about that Jungwon. What were you doing out here anyway?” Mrs Kim asks, her demeanour completely changing once Y/n is out of sight. It’s the first time Jungwon has noticed it. “I had a meeting at lunch that went overtime… I’m sorry I forgot to tell you.” Jungwon lies through his teeth. Mrs Kim sends a reassuring smile to the boy, patting him on the back lightly. “You work so hard, Jungwon. What an excellent role model for our other students. Come on now, there should still be time for you to write today’s notes.” Mrs Kim leads Jungwon back towards the classroom, but he turns his head to face the direction Y/n went - a weird feeling dropping to the pit of his stomach when he sees that they’re long gone.

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