#also very fitting he's not the one driving LMAO

[nebou]

fucking RUSHED to my computer to draw this

[slut4thebroken]

Vacation

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Pairing | Neil Lewis x step sister!reader

Summary | Neil wakes up in a compromising position and can’t control himself.

Warnings | Smut, non con, groping, humping, black mail, somno, exhibitionism?, horny pervy Neil again lol

Words | 1.1 k

Notes | I’m trying to write for other characters I swear😭 also this gif isn’t related lmao, it just drives me fucking crazy and I can’t find one that fits the fic skdjdk

Ao3 link | <3

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Neil never really liked vacationing with his mom, but now adding you and your dad? He missed when it was just the two of them. 

He never got his own bed anymore because they couldn’t afford anything more than a room with two queen beds. And since it was “weird” for him to sleep next to his mom and you next to your dad, he had to sleep next to you… as if that wasn’t even weirder. 

You’ve only been step siblings for a couple months, but from day one, there was a weird vibe between both of you. He didn’t act on it because, since you're technically his sister now… that would be kind of gross. But the main reason was because he just lacked the skills to talk to women. 

Neil woke up and was confused for a moment, not understanding what he was holding or smelling until he opened his eyes and realized he was cuddling you. His first reaction was shock and a little disgust… but then he realized the current state his body was in… He was hard. Your ass was pushing against his crotch and he was hard. 

For a while he tried to ignore it and fall back asleep, but he couldn’t make himself let go of you. So he was forced to smell the sweet, flowery scent of your shampoo and feel your body pressed completely against his. With his arm over your torso, his hand was touching the bare skin of your stomach because your sleep shirt had ridden up. 

He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes. When he heard your soft snores, he got a terrible, stupid, awful, amazing idea. His hand slowly drifted up your stomach under your shirt and he almost moaned out loud when he didn’t feel a bra and just felt skin. Getting too eager, he cupped your breast, squeezing and groping as his hips unconsciously started grinding against your ass. He’s seen your tits in low cut tops and even a sports bra, but they felt infinitely better than he could’ve ever imagined. 

He was suddenly very grateful that you demanded to take the side of the bed next to the nightstand because your body was shielding the movement of his hips from your parents. Honestly, he had no way of knowing if they were both asleep or not, but it was almost 3 am so he just assumed they were. Even if they weren’t through, his dick was too hard to care. 

You just barely shifted in your sleep at the feeling of him squeezing your tits, but other than that, you were still fast asleep. So he snaked his hand back down your body all the way until he reached your thigh below the covers. He didn’t know girls could be so soft, but he really liked it. 

His hand drifted to the front of your thigh, then up until he was right below your crotch. He pulled you back into him, grinding against your ass even harder as he buried his face in your shoulder and took in your scent. With a low groan, he reached his other hand down to free his cock, removing a layer between him and your ass. 

When you stirred and made a quiet noise, he knew he should’ve stopped… but he was too fucking horny, he couldn’t control himself. It didn’t take you long to wake up and realize what was happening. As soon as you did, his hand shot up from your leg to cover your mouth. 

“Shh… I’m almost done.” He whispered against your ear. You started struggling in his hold, trying to remove his hand and get away, so he just rolled a little bit until you were forced onto your stomach and he was laying on top of your back. He never stopped grinding on you, even though this would’ve been far more obvious if one of your parents woke up. “Just a little more…” When you made a loud noise behind his hand, he used the other one to grip your neck, silencing you. 

“You don’t want to wake them up, because if you do… I’m sure they’d be very interested in learning about that special box in your closet.” He smirked and your body immediately went rigid. Obviously he went through your stuff, why wouldn’t he? When he found all of your sex toys though… he almost lost it right then and there. He ended up getting off in your room that day. “That’s right. Just keep your mouth shut and I’ll keep your secret, how does that sound?” He was being rhetorical, but you nodded anyway. 

Once he was satisfied knowing you’d behave, he let go of your mouth and pushed his hand under your shirt again to keep playing with your tits, this time focusing on your already hard nipples. 

“Fuck… these tits are incredible.” He groaned and you whimpered quietly when he roughly pinched your nipple. “Can’t wait to see which bathing suit you brought when we’re at the beach tomorrow.” God bless his mom and your dad for choosing somewhere tropical. “I hope it’s that skimpy little black one.” He chuckled under his breath, already getting even more worked up at just the thought of you in a bathing suit. He'll have to come up with a way to do this again tomorrow. Maybe while you’re in the water so people can’t see. 

“Neil..” You whispered and he could hear in your tone how much you wanted this to stop. 

“Shh… Just a little longer.. I’m almost there, I promise.” He whispered back, beginning to kiss the side of your neck. Your smell and the feeling of your body was so intoxicating, he was already way too close. You whimpered quietly and continued to just lay completely limp underneath him. He wondered what you’d be like if he fucked you in this position— if he kept your legs pressed together, making the stretch even harder for you to take as his cock split you open. 

“Fuck—” He choked out, hips stuttering until he finally fell over the edge. He continued humping your ass, riding out his orgasm as you trembled beneath him. When it was over, he let out a heavy breath and flopped onto his back on his side of the bed. As he put his cock away, he was suddenly very glad he pulled it out in the first place because all of the mess landed on your shorts and lower back. 

“You should go clean up. I don’t want jizz on the sheets.” He smirked, watching as you used shaky hands to pull your shirt back down. You slipped out of bed to grab new pajamas from your bag and went into the bathroom without another word. 

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[twelvemonkeyswere]

I re-read Good Omens via audiobook and I just collected my favorite details

"Crowley rather liked people" is a quote I still love so much. Even though he is a demon with the job of making people upset each other, he likes humans. The contrast between what they make him do and how he experiences Earth.

That scene with the ducks where Crowley almost drowns a duck and Aziraphale is like "I say, my dear" and Crowley is like "Oh yes I forgot myself" and allows the duck to return to the surface. Crowley is usually very polite about the most unhinged things which I just find endearing

All the times Aziraphale calls Crowley "dear boy"

The fact Aziraphale has "exquisitely manicured" hands lmao. I like to think he does go to the manicurist, same as he has a proper barber in the show

Aziraphale blushes sometimes and often gives mean looks to customers to push them out of shop

I like the on-going theme in the Good Omens universe of wanting to build a better world for loved ones, but how that drive, when taken to an extreme, is self destructive. Adam says he'll make the earth good for the Them, and will make sure the Them will be protected and happy in it. But the Them don't want it, they understand Adam is acting out and is not thinking things through. There is no point in trying to possess something and bend it to will forcefully. It wouldn't be good. It wouldn't be of free will. It would make them just another of his whims and no one, either the Them or Adam, actually want that

Aziraphale thinks Crowley is a creature of God when you "get right down to it", which is a thought both meaner and kinder than he realizes

Crowley is described to have "a voice so laid-back you could lay a carpet on it"and it's my most favorite thing ever lmaooo

"You're seducing women here!" /"I think perhaps you got the wrong shop" is always a brilliant line

Even though everything in the Bently turns into Queen's Greatest Hits, I love that Crowley actually loves music, and keeps his collection of records highly organized

Also love the fact that Crowley keeps his apartment orderly, though that's probably in big part because he doesn't really live there

I do appreciate that Crowley sleeps because he wants to, not because he needs to. Truly a relatable guy.

There's a big HOLY SHIT moment in the audiobook - the speech the American evangelist gives about the apocalypse. It's fucking incredible. The actor is amazing, delivering fire and brimstone and absolute hatred and certainty until Aziraphale pops inside of him.

Death really is Azrael, literally the angel of death

Aziraphale comes up with the solution at the end but ONLY because of Crowley, who challenged Aziraphale about the difference between the great plan and ineffable plan at the very beginning of the book

There are many moments where both Crowley and Aziraphale are thought to be a gay couple, but it really made me laugh that they are at the end of the world, telling each other it's been a pleasure to know each other all this time, and then Shadwell interrupts to call them "Nancy Boys"

Everyone in the Good Omens fandom is right, I do love that in the book, the wings of demons and angels are the same color

Crowley thinks the biggest battle will be heaven and hell vs humanity. This has got me thinking a lot. I figure this is because at some point humanity will rebel against any divine intervention, once we figure out that heaven and hell have been playing dice with us. But we'll see.

It does warm my heart that the story begins and ends with a garden and with the eating of the apple - Adam doesn't know why the old man hates people touching his apples so much, but the world would be a lot less interesting if he didn't. It's a fitting end for a fitting beginning.

[guinea-pig16]

Yes, Sir!

Soap x Reader X Captain Price

Disclaimer: This is an NSFW piece! 18+ only, please!

Fic is below the cut, hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing a piece with more than one ship!

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Word count: 3,300+

Warnings: AFAB reader, mentions of AFAB parts, penetrative sex, anal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, threesome (F/M/M), dom/sub vibes

This fic is based off of a dream I had a couple days ago so if you think it's odd, that's why lmao

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Clinks of glasses together filled the air as everyone celebrated a mission well done. Task Force 141 had just completed their latest mission without a hitch, so Captain Price decided to treat the team with a night at their local bar. Laughter and chatter filled the cozy building. You sat at the bar, giggling with Soap, drinking your third beer of the night.

“Ye wouldn’t believe the shite he wis goin on aboot!” Soap leans his head against his arms, shaking from his laughter. “He wis sayin’ shite like ‘two goldfish ar’ inna tank’, an’ one of ‘em goes ‘ye know how to drive this thing?’” Soap’s voice goes deep as he imitates Ghost, and the two of you burst out laughing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ghost (sitting next to Soap) glower slightly at him. Your ribs hurt as you try to contain your giggles.

“Right, what’s all this then?” You hear a voice say. Soap and you look up at Price, giving him a half hearted salute as you both come down from your laughter. 

“Ah, Johnny was just telling me something funny that Ghost said!” You smile, still slightly giggling. Price smiles at the two of you.

“I’m glad to see you both enjoying yourselves, even if it’s at the expense of our dear Lieutenant.” You see Ghost roll his eyes and lift his mask to take a sip of his drink. “You all worked very hard on our last mission, you all deserve a bit of rest and reprieve.” You smile at Price.

“Thank you captain! We couldn’t have done it without your excellent leadership.” Price waves his hand, grinning. 

“Ah, it’s nothing without a good team. Anyways, I’ll let you three get back at it.” He waves as he goes over to where Gaz and Laswell are chatting. 

Soap nudges your shoulder and leans close to your ear. “Better be careful thir, Sergeant, he wis given’ ye th’ eyes…” He giggles and you punch his arm, causing him to pull back, rubbing his where you hit him. 

“Oh, stick a sock in it, Mactavish! As if!” You rolled your eyes at his comment. You had to admit though, Captain Price was a good looking man. But you would never get with your superior. 

“Ooo, does ‘at mean yer open to other options, love?” He says in an exaggerated flirty voice as he leans close to you, batting his lashes. You bark out a laugh and shove him back causing him to go into a fit of giggles.

“Once again, stick a sock in it, Mactavish, you dog!” You break into a series of giggles with Soap. In your mind though, you look at him differently. Johnny is definitely a very attractive man, but you guys were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less…

The night flew by. At one point, Gaz had challenged you and Soap to a karaoke contest, and you three treated the bar to a drunken rendition of ‘California Girls’. Let’s just say, you were absolutely hammered. To the point Price insisted on driving you home along with Gaz. You accepted the offer, as you had walked here and didn’t feel like walking back home. Around 1 am, Price dragged you and Gaz out of the bar, yelling goodbye to Soap as he was also being dragged out by Ghost, who was his ride home. He drunkenly waved bye to you as he leaned against Ghost for support. 

Price helped you into the back seat, as Gaz had won the front sit through rock, paper, scissors. The ride to your house was filled with laughter as you and Gaz shared stories and jokes, Price silent the whole time with a soft smile on his face. Once at your house, Price wrapped an arm around you and helped you inside. He gently sat you on your couch.

“Alright, I believe you can handle the rest now.” You grinned and saluted him. He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “G’nite, dear. See you in a few days.” He said before waving goodbye, making sure the door was locked behind him as he left. 

You stretched and yawned. You stumbled slightly going down the hall to your bedroom. You changed out of your clothes and into loose fitting pajamas, before snuggling underneath your covers. You sighed contently as you drifted off to sleep…

Bang.

You jolted awake. You looked around. You were still in your bedroom, snuggled in your blankets. You groan and roll over, attempting to go back to sleep. 

Bang.

Your eyes shot open once again. You slowly lean up in your bed, looking towards your bedroom door. What was that? You think. You hear more small bangs and rustling from down the hall. Slowly, you crawl out of your bed, grabbing your phone, and inch towards the door. You wince as your door creaks when you open it. You hear the sounds stop.

You exit your room as quietly as you can, and begin inching down the hall. You reach the end of the hall and peek out towards the living room. Your heart sinks as you see two, large, black figures facing you. You squint slightly. Something about the figures seems… familiar. You hold up your phone and turn on the flashlight and shine it into the living room. You almost sigh in relief when the light reveals Soap and Price standing in your living room. You then furrow your brow. What the hell are they doing here?

You step into the living room, and take note of the open window. Did they fucking climb through the window? “What the hell are you two doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” You cross your arms and glare at the two of them. They both glance at each other and grin as if they’re in on a joke.

“There she is…” Says Soap, taking a small step closer to you. You don’t know why, but you take a step back, feeling uneasy about this whole situation. Price smiles at you, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Don’t run love, it’s okay…” Price says quietly, and you shiver slightly from the tone of his voice. Soap takes another step towards you, you take another step back. He and Price rake their eyes unabashedly up and down your body, causing your cheeks to heat. They take in where your night shirt has slipped down your shoulder, exposing your bra strap, where your pajama pants have sagged slightly, exposing your hips. Soap groans slightly at the sight, making your face heat even more.

“God love… Ye have no idea what ye do to us…” Soap takes another step forward, you take one backwards. He starts slowly stepping closer and closer, and out of apprehension, you walk slowly backwards back into the hall, inching towards your bedroom. Soap begins speaking in a low, husky tone.

“What ye were wearin’ tonite almos’ ‘ad me an’ Price bend ye over the bar…” You blush furiously. Soap eyes haven’t left yours once, practically burning a hole through your head. “Ye always look so intoxicatin’... The way ye sway yer hips… The way yer lips look when ye smile…” He groans lowly. “Yer a damn drug… ye know that?” His pupils are blown wide, with what you can now identify as lust. You go to take another step back, but trip on your own feet and drop your phone. You fall flat on your ass and are helpless as Soap stands before you. He crouches slowly, eyes never leaving yours. He grabs a hold on your ankles and yanks you so you’re underneath him. 

He leans down next to your ear and speaks low. “...We’re gunna fuckin’ ruin you tonite, babes…” Your whole body shivers at his words, and your face flushes red. He looks into your eyes, searching for anything that would say no. You look back at him and bite your lip lightly. He grins and slowly drags you out of the hall by your ankles, his eyes burning into your own. When you enter the living room again Price is still standing there, and you lock eyes. 

Soap drops your ankles and leans over you once again, arms caging you in. “What a pretty girl ye are…” And presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, and wrap your arms around his neck. You feel him move to the side as you see Price get down on his knees and lean over you, pressing a kiss to your neck. You feel his hand drift down to your waistband.

“How about we take these off, love…” Price’s hands toy with your waistband. Soap breaks the kiss long enough for you to whisper out a breathy ‘yes’, before recapturing them. He slips his tongue into your mouth as Price presses kisses along your neck and slowly slips your pajama pants downward. 

He tugs them completely off and slips down so he’s facing your underwear. Head in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, causing you to let out a moan into Soap’s mouth. Soap’s hands begin slipping underneath your night shirt and upwards towards your chest. 

“May I take these off, dear?” Price asks, finger hooking underneath the waistband of your underwear. Soap breaks the kiss and asks with his eyes to take off your shirt. You breathily say yes to both, and feel your underwear being slipped off as your shirt is lifted above your head. Soap’s hands find the clasp at the front of your bra and looks at you asking. You nod, and he unclasps your bra and admires your exposed chest, before recapturing your mouth. He kneads your chest as you feel Price moving closer to your exposed heat.

“You look absolutely wonderful, love…” Price groans and licks a strip up your heat, causing you to moan into Soap’s mouth.

“That’s it love, keep makin’ those pretty sounds’ fur us…” Soap says, breaking the kiss to gaze into your eyes. Price wraps his arms around your thighs as he sucks on your clit. You gasp and squirm as he prods at your entrance with his tongue, his mouth hot on your sex. Soap takes off his shirt and grins as you rake your eyes over his chest. “Like wit ye see, lass?” He then buries his face into your neck and gently bites as you arch your back to Price’s work. 

“Doin’ so good for us, pretty girl… Gonna make sure ye can’t walk in the mornin’...” Price groans in agreement, sending vibrations into your heat. You shiver and whine as Price laps at you. You feel a knot begin to tighten in your lower belly. Price moves his efforts to your clit, and you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance. You moan loudly as you feel his finger slip into you. You feel Soap grin against your neck. 

You gasp as Price pumps in another finger, stretching you out. You clutch onto Soap like a lifeline as your thighs shiver, causing him to chuckle.

“Careful now, Captain, ye don’ wanna break her now do ye?” If you could, you’d glare at him, but the feeling of Price’s tongue and fingers has your mind practically melting. Price says nothing, he just doubles his efforts, pumping faster and sucking harshly on you. You moan loudly, the knot in your belly tightening significantly. You’re so close. 

“Johnny… Price… ‘M so close, ah!” You slur out, your whole body trembling in pleasure.

“I know dear, I can feel ya. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry your pretty little head…” Price says, before returning his efforts to your bud. Soap recaptures your lips in a heated kiss, his hands brushing over your chest. He sucks on your tongue, and the knot gets tighter and tighter. And then it snaps.

You moan loudly into Soap’s mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Price slows his efforts and helps you down from your high, your whole body shaking from it. Soap breaks the kiss and you gasp for air, chest heaving. Price finally pulls away from you, and you glance up at him, his beard glistening from his work. He and Soap glanced at each other and began undressing in front of you. Once stripped to their boxers, Soap and Price switched. Soap knelt between your legs, and Price knelt behind you, gently sitting you up and leaning you against his chest. Soap gently rubbed your thighs and looked you in the eyes as he removed his boxers. His cock sprung out and your eyes widened as you took in its length. He grinned and grabbed your legs.

“Liking what yer seein’, doll?” You rolled your eyes at his comment, and flicked his shoulder with your hand. Price and Soap chuckled and he began positioning his shaft to your entrance. He looked in your eyes for any objection, but you just nodded and whispered it was okay to continue. Nodding, he gently pressed his tip to your entrance, the both of you letting out a soft groan. Slowly, he pushed into you, making him curse at your tightness and causing you to lean your head back on Price’s shoulder, who leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, dear.” He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. Soap bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, huffing. Slowly, he pulled out, and then thrusted back in, making the two of you gasp. A delicious burn traveled through you as he gently thrusted in and out. The burn gave way to immeasurable pleasure as you let out moan after moan for each thrust. 

“Johnny… Fast- Faster… Please…” You moaned, head laid back on Price’s shoulder. 

Soap chuckled slightly, groaning. “Anythin’ ye want, pretty girl.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, sitting up. And then he began pounding into you, causing you to cry out. He huffed and moaned into your ear, holding you close. The knot in your belly formed again and tightened slowly, making you curl your toes. 

“Aww, Price… Yer lookin’ awfully lonely over there…” Soap cooed, grinning. He stopped thrusting into you and you whined at the loss of friction. “Easy there, lass… Thought we should include our Captain… Whit’d ye think, love? Should we?” You dumbly nodded your head, wanting more than anything for Soap to continue pounding into you. You heard Price groan lowly, and the sound of clothes shuffling. Then you felt hands grabbing your ass, and a finger poke into your hole. You gasped at the feeling, and moaned as Price pumped in his finger, stretching out your entrance. You tucked your head into Soap’s neck, and whined as Price put in another finger, then a third.

“There’s a good girl… Doing so good…” Price whispered in your ear, making you whimper. Price removed his fingers, and you felt his cock tease the entrance of your ass. “This is gonna be a bit uncomfortable, darling. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow…” Price kissed your neck, and slowly began to push in. You winced slightly at the stretch, and Soap pressed a kiss on your head and rubbed your back soothingly. Price gripped your waist like a lifeline, and hissed as he bottomed out. The three of you sat there for a moment as you caught your breath, adjusting to the feeling of the two men inside you. You’d never felt so full before.

Finally, after a couple minutes, you spoke. “O-Okay… You can… You can move now…” You wrapped your arms around Soaps neck, face still buried in his neck. You felt Soap smile into your hair, and Price rubbed your waist affectionately. They both slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The air was filled with low groans and breathy moans as the two men slowly pumped into you. Your nails dug into Soap’s shoulders.

“Ah… Faster, please…” You moaned, feeling the knot tighten once more in your belly.

“Ye sure, babes? Don’t wanna… hah… hurt ye…” Soap groaned. You heard Price make a noise of agreement. You whined slightly.

“Please… You won’t hurt me, please… I need more…” Soap and Price groaned at the sound of your neediness.

“Whatever you want, love.” Price said, before the two of them began harshly thrusting into you. You practically screamed at the feeling. They both moaned loudly at the way you clenched around them. 

“Thas’ it, thas’ a good girl. Takin’ us so well.” Soap groaned in your ear, lightly biting your earlobe. All you could do was moan in response, brain turned to mush by the two men. You were sandwiched between them, being used as their own personal fuck toy. And you love it. It was a dream come true. You felt their thrusts become sloppy, their moans stuttering slightly. You could feel your own release coming as well.

“Johnny, Price, So- So close! ‘M gonna, ah!” You moaned. You felt one of Price’s hands come up and grip the back of your neck. He pulled your neck back so you were looking at him.

“Go ahead, come on our cocks, love.” He pulled you into a heated kiss. You whined into his mouth as the knot got tighter and tighter. Soap threw his head back, his thrusts getting even sloppier, and he let out a slew of curses.

You let out high pitched moan after moan, the knot getting unbelievably tight. Any second now… You were almost there. Your head felt lighter and lighter, and a ringing started in your ears, washing out the moans of Soap and Price. You were so close. It was about to snap, you were so close you could taste it. And then it snapped and-

BDING!

You jolted.

Your eyes popped open and you squinted. Sunlight filtered into your room through your curtains, hinting it was early afternoon. You sat up, looking around, blinking quickly. Everything was in place from last night, your clothes laying on the floor. You looked down. You were still in your pajamas. You scratched your head, confused. You crawled out of bed and walked down the hall, hesitantly. You peeked into the living room. It was normal. The window was latched and closed. There wasn’t a pillow out of place.

“What the fuck…?” You mumbled. Was that all… a dream?

BDING! 

You turned your head back to your bedroom. Was that your phone…? You walked back to your room and grabbed your phone.

You had a couple unread texts from Soap.

You opened your phone and read his shitty typing. He was asking if you wanted to come hangout with him, Ghost, and Gaz today. They were going to see a movie and then walk around town a bit. 

“Ony if yer not so hammered from last nite lol.” He typed. You rolled your eyes and texted back that you’d meet up with them at the movie theater. A couple minutes later, he texted back with the time they’re meeting. You agreed and said you’d see them there. You then sat your phone on your bed and stared at the wall.

Memories of your dream drifted back into your mind and you blushed slightly. What was that all about…? You didn’t have any feelings for either of them… you thought you didn’t at least. You shook your head. You only had a couple hours before you had to meet up with the others. So you took a cold shower and changed into a casual outfit.

You walked down the hall and glanced at the living room, your dream drifting to the front of your mind. Your face flushed and you shook your head once again, trying to clear it. 

With that, you grabbed your keys and headed out, making sure to lock your door behind you. Hopefully, you could forget about it today.

What a weird fucking dream.

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Thanks so much for reading !!!! This was my first time writing a threesome, so I hope you liked it !!! I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time while writing LMAO !!! It was such a weird dream, I'd never had one like that before. And funny thing is, I was reading COD fics before bed that night but it had NOTHING to do with Soap and Price, so I have no clue why they showed up. Anyways, thanks for reading !! Ciao!! <3 <3

XOXOXOXOX <3

[gowonders]

i’ll bite ♥ c.bg

notes: this is a part two of my other work, back for more!! read it hereeee!! anyways, i hope this satisfies yalls expectations for part 2 TT

also!! please tell me if this makes sense because i totally wrote this over multiple days and probably forgot a detail

minors dni with this one!!!

warnings : (not as mean this time but still kindaaa? barely mean) fem reader, (kinda sorta toxic…..) dom bg, lsf yunjin is your friend :3, a lot of texting gyu, thigh fucking(is there a word for this because…), unprotected (wrap it before u tap it omfg!!!), mentions of baby trapping but beomgyu doesn’t actually cum inside lmao, lmk if i missed anyyyyy!

choi beomgyu. the name now meant the totally cute and desperate guy you just blew off. you groan to yourself as you lay in your bed, kicking your legs a little before you sigh, a ping snapping you out of your little fit.

it was yunjin, what’s going on with her….?

yunjin: you’re gonna hate me!!!!! i’m reallllllyyyyyy sorry yn please forgive me i’ll buy you whatever you wantttt i’m sorryyyy againnn 💕

what did she do. she’s never this apologetic? you just sigh again as you leave her on read and throw your phone back on your bed, about to just stare at the ceiling as you just think about how you could just—

another notification, from an unknown number? what is going on?

?: heyyyyy is this yn

me: yeah? who’s this

?: beomgyu, yunjin gave me your number!

huh yunjin you asshole. when i catch you. when i catch you.

you sigh again, wanting to not give into responding anymore, but to be fair, you knew you’d fold eventually. you were literally just thinking about how pretty he was. so might as well bite.

me: oh cool i guess? whats up

beomgyu: look i know you know i like you, and i know i’m gonna make you mine eventually, so come overrrrr omfg. this little tough act is not cute. at least let me fuck some sense into you or something.

me: are you fucking with me.

beomgyu: i’m trying to babe

the text had your jaw slack. no way he was this forward. is he actually serious? you have rejected him four times now, and now he wants you in his sheets?? to ‘fuck some sense into you’ ???

is he crazy???

maybeeee , but you definitely are. maybe if this happens he’ll quit annoying you. but, like we’ve established, you and him both know he’ll have you next time. maybe fifth time is the charm!

me: fine whatever

beomgyu: i knew you had a thing for me, i’ll send you my address hold up

well.. he sent it. he’s definitely serious. it was the way he sent it with a little “💓” that left your stomach in a knot. oh god. are you really folding for him? yes. you’re getting dolled up, but not enough to give him the ego boost of you showing up with a full glam.. and you’re definitely wearing the skirt he complimented a few days ago.. god. what are you doinggg… you think as you drive to his house, mind going a mile a minute as you pull into the driveway, slowly walking up to the front door.

this could be the worst or best thing you’ve done all week. you’ll bite, though.

you raise a timid fist to knock weakly at the door, legs slightly trembling— why? you’re not nervous, not really eager either.. maybe a little. as beomgyu opens the door— why is he so pretty. he looks even better with more homey clothes, a crème colored t-shirt paired that has a black print, paired with some sweats. as he waves you in, you take in his house.. not as bad as you were expecting, it was pretty neat for a guy who has a very messy personality.

“so, still doing what i wanted? you cool with that?” he asks dryly, standing a somewhat far distance from you. and you just swallow in response, eyes wide in shock. no way this is actually happening. “ynie. answer me” he’s still speaking in a dry tone, and all you can do is nod with a sheepish smile. it’s almost like his words have some crazy effect on you, and maybe it’s because of the whole shock value, but you may or may not be falling for him.

“okay, finally.” he snickers as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing you to his room, and whatever plans you had to reject him are gone.. for now at least. you really couldn’t turn down the way he pinned your wrists to his bed lightly, and the way he looked down at you, like he really loved you?? even after all the times you rejected him and called him some not-so-nice names, and you weren’t really nice to his friends either. so why was he so adamant on dating you?

he didn’t give you much time to think before he moved down to your ear, knowing he has that stupid (still insanely cute) smirk on his face, whispering how much he’s been wanting to do this, and that he’s glad you finally stopped being such a bitch.

and to that, you just scoff, but he cuts you off by moving down to your neck, leaving a small mark before pulling away with a chuckle. “you’re soooo easy yn. i knew you liked me.” you literally cannot talk. like he took your words or something, so you just roll your eyes.. which he rolls his eyes back at you, with his charming smile, pulling his hands off you as he stands over you. “you really okay with this?” he asks, tilting his head as his eyes just dart all over your body as he stands over you. “yeah,” you reply with the same dry tone hes speaking in, and that’s all he needs before he chuckles again, “skilled” fingers hooking under your skirt, sliding it down. “wore this for me, huh?” he teases, pulling the skirt off and letting it drop to the floor. “maybe. i don’t know.” you say, looking up at the ceiling, you can’t look at him. you’re literally about to fuck the guy you’ve rejected four times.

he just smirks at your response, fingers tracing over the waistband of your panties as he guides you to stand up, his hands on your waist, before you hear the clinking of his belt, your face is feeling warmer and warmer by the second, and this all is feeling more and more real too. and it’s not until beomgyus leg is nudging your thighs together to when it really starts to feel real. feeling his tip press slightly against your ruined panties, his full length sliding into the tight space of your thighs, a small groan leaving his lips at the feeling, his cock slightly brushing at your clit against the flimsy fabric with every thrust, small whines leaving your lips before one of his hands come up to your lips, muffling your whines. “you’d be even prettier if you stayed quiet, only letting you make sounds under one condition— you let me take you out.” he says, not stopping his relentless thrusts into your thighs, his breath slightly shaking along with yours, the friction on both of you driving you crazy.

he tilts his head at you, a straight face on as his dark eyes study you, his palm moving from your mouth to your cheek, waiting for your response. he really does wanna hear your sounds, they boost his ego so much, so he could brag to his friends about “she wanted me soooo bad. had her whining for me.”… but you just whine out loud after a particularly hard thrust, the way his length brushes against you just satisfies something.. unlike the way beomgyus need to take you out gets satisfied. “be that way, babe. i’ll make you mine soon enough. i said i’d fuck some sense into you, clearly you haven’t stopped acting like a little bitch.” he says in between groans, his palm moving back to your mouth as he covers up your pretty sounds again.

soon enough, beomgyus hips start to stutter, and his groans turn slightly high pitched as you’re clenching your thighs at him, not making his job any easier. “f-fuck, yn—“ famous last words before he’s cumming all over your thighs, staccato whines against his hand leaving your mouth as he left you on the edge, almost finishing, but beomgyu not letting you.. :(

beomgyu sits you back on his bed, not caring to wipe off his mess before he looks at you, a small hint of a smile growing on his lips. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?” you’re torn between just staying silent and practically begging him to let you finish… on one hand you’d fuel his ego, another thing to let him brag to his friends for, and on one hand, you’d keep up this little game that beomgyu seems to hate yet love so much. ..so you find a decent in-between. a shrug. which definitely gets him a little more upset… “yes or no, yn.” he says again, dark eyes burning into yours. “yeah…” you whisper, looking down at your lap that’s been ruined with beomgyus cum. “mhm. that’s what i like to hear..” his says, chuckling as he pushes your back onto the bed, pulling your panties down and letting them drop to your ankles as your legs dangle off his bed, beomgyu moving between your thighs, his tip moving against your tip, as he laughs at how wet you are. “all this for me? oh, i really thought you didn’t like me back, babe.” he says before inserting you in one swift motion, not giving you much time to adjust before he starts moving again, fingers gripping your waist so hard that you think it might bruise.. he’s pounding into you so hard already, gen though it’s only been a few minutes.. :(

“look so pretty under me, fuck..” beomgyu says as he leans his head back, kind of a shame. you can’t see his face, not like you want to admire him or anything, but his face is pretty when he’s above you, hips snapping against you roughly and quickly, swallowing hard as he only chases his own release (maybe yours too…). and you’re fairing no better, thighs trembling around his waist as your fingers grip the quilt under you, breathy whimpers spilling from your lips, which beomgyu doesn’t even bother to make you shut up this time, he really just wants to hear the pretty sounds he’s making.

beomgyu continues his work on you, his words varying of “you’re so perfect” and “i love this” in between his own groans, your sounds spurring him on more. i mean.. if he couldn’t date you (he totally could after this) he could at least have this?? and he loved it, you looked so pretty under him, squirming and whining all for his cock, it really boosted his ego.. (much like everything else you’ve done…)

“ynieee, let me make you mine foreverr, pleaseee?” beomgyu asks, hips starting to stutter against you, leaning his head back slightly. was he serious..? asking to cum inside when you clearly don’t like him back? “it would be a good way to make sure you don’t end up dating another guy, babe..” he mutters, chuckling a little before he plants a kiss on your cheek, studying your expression. he wasn’t actually going to do it.. but he likes seeing your reaction? which is just wide eyes staring into his. “nuh uh” you say, a quick laugh leaving his lips, he just stays silent as you both reach your release, a stupid smirk plastered on his face like he was planning something.

“are you close, yn?” he asks, swallowing hard as your gummy walks flutter around him, lips parted as your whines come out. “yeah—“ you start, hoping that he’ll actually let you finish this time.. “really? okay, pretty girl. don’t hold back.” he says with a smile, starting to come undone himself as you begin to reach your climax, and the sight of you just triggers his own release letting you ride yours out, then him pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. thank god.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm, yn??” he asks, sitting next to you on his bed, a smirk on his face at your flushed cheeks and marked neck, so easy, all his~ you nod, words really too incoherent to mean anything.. “okay babe, hold on..” he says before he leaves you in his room with your own thoughts.

seriously, what just happened?? you fuck the guy you swore up and down was clingy and weird?? you probably just fulfilled his dream, especially with the way he looks at you. this is absolutely crazy.

you’re thoughts are cut off by beomgyu coming back with a small towel, wiping his seed off your tummy before he starts to speak quietly, in a comforting tone. “soooo.. i’m sorry about this. this is probably the worst time to ask but you know how much i lik-“ he starts, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. you knew what he was gonna ask. “goddddd, yes, gyu!! i will date you!!!” you say, beomgyus actions pausing as he looks back up at you with a smirk. “that’s good, because i was about to have to apologize even more for those hickeys, but thanks, babe~”

he is so unserious.

[mclennonlgbt]

Combination of McLennon and Paul is dead

This is a post that I found on "Paul Is Dead: Examining The Life And Death of James Paul McCartney" FB group.

When this person writes "ShepLennon", they mean Billy Sheard (aka Faul) x Lennon.

They are confused but they've got a spirit lmao.

"*Bear with me a long post:

“McLennon” was not real. But SHEPLennon may well have been, and that solves a mystery…

Among Beatle fans there are some who believe that John Lennon and Paul McCartney were lovers from an early age. That they were soulmates, no one disputes, but there are many who disagree about John and Paul being the couple known as “McLennon”. Paul was extremely promiscuous with women, and seemed to put up with the fact that John seemed to be in love with him, or at least would get jealous. George Harrison famously told of a night in Hamburg where Paul was shagging some bird and John walked in, had a fit and cut up the girl’s clothes with scissors.

There are some pics of John and Paul gazing at each other with affection – as you’d expect from closely bound young men going through something unprecedented together. You can also find photos of J&P also looking with similar fondness at George and Ringo (they would practically sit on top of each other), all through 1963 and 1964, and part-ways through 1965.*** (More on this another time.)

Within the “McLennon” fandom, there is this great ‘mystery’. They all wonder why the breakup and the acrimony, etc, which makes no sense to them.

The thing is, the break up of the Beatles, the ugliness of it and the lingering distrust and resentment CAN’T make sense unless you understand that in September of 1966, Paul was assassinated and by November replaced by William Shepherd.

And that (because the Beatles initially believed that Paul had died in an accident, therefore having no reason to resent him, personally) the deeply grieving band initially had no personal issues re Billy, beyond wishing he’d not been ‘necessary’ (or ordered). It’s true that George, Paul’s OLDEST friend, never took to Billy, but John and Ringo go on fine with him.

Were Paul and John lovers? The man who sometimes comes into these forums and calls himself Liam Steen (who, like Billy and all of the MPL plants tells some truth mixed in with misinformation) said “No”. He emphatically and repeatedly said Paul McCartney was straight, and that he never did drop acid. Steen also said (emphatically) that JOHN and BILLY WERE attracted to each other, at least, and may have been lovers.

Photographs, videos, and gifs of John and Billy throughout 1967 and up through the recording of “Hey Bulldog” seem to bear this out. Lots of pictures of John and Billy walking through London with Martha the dog (likely Billy’s ‘familiar’) or driving together, and what seems to be some clear flirtatious ‘like lovers’ gazing, and touching.

Yoko told a story of Billy being called “John’s princess” by the staff at EMI, and also of hearing John calling out “for Paul” in a very needy, vulnerable way. Which sounds like she heard them having sex, but I digress.

All of that ENDS after the trip to India, where some sort of ritual was performed, connected to Paul (and using an artifact of Paul’s) that left the other three, most particularly John, completely traumatized, and for the rest of their lives.

The break was the beginning of Billy’s eventual ‘breakdown’ as the band no longer wanted to work with him (probably why he became so overcontrolling during the White Album) and John’s almost immediate attachment to Yoko. Both Linda and Yoko were alums of Sarah Lawrence College (a known ‘spook’-feeding school) and the men eventually married them within a week of each other… like lovers trying to piss each other off, or show that they were moving on. But John and Billy never did move on.

First they fought, and some of the legal wrangling that extended all of that had to do specifically with Billy being determined to continue using Paul’s name and identity (but that’s another story and “How do you sleep” was about exactly that).

But Billy and John were obsessed with each other and never stopped writing and talking about each other. There is a tape of John Lennon, at the piano, writing “Real Life” singing: “hold you in my arms/and now you’ve a baby, and another on the way…”

https://itspaulthewalrus.tumblr.com/post/651703402830708736/serenade-meow-amclennonblog-john-cries-while

And of course, now Billy won’t shut up about how much he loved John. When asked if John could return how he would spend the day with him, Billy answers, “IN BED.”

https://bewaremylove.tumblr.com/post/87659554397/q-if-john-lennon-could-come-back-for-a-day-how

The big “McLennon” mystery is not unsolvable if you begin from the premise that Paul McCartney was dead and John (for whatever reason) transferred his love to someone who was (at best) a facsimile of Paul, who made it feel like his Macca was still around, and who would both drop acid with him and be a lover.

And the break up after India makes perfect sense then, too. The McLennon people want to believe that the break up came because John wanted to be ‘out’ with “Paul” and Billy wouldn’t do it, wanted a family. And maybe that did happen. But Billy, by his own admission, is a witch and a magickian**** who tried to do something with Paul’s spirit while in India, through ritual that may well have included a blood element (ask me about Oblahdi, Obladah, sometime…) and that left John nearly psychotic".

[darksxder]

do something about it

pairing: fem! avatar reader x avatar jake sully

summary: jake heard you were a forward woman but you never seemed to pick up on his hints. so he decided to make it a little more obvious and pray to god you were as possessive as they said.

warnings: sexual tension like such a ridiculous amount, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), spit play and dom!reader x sub/switch!jake, jealousy, possessive behaviour, description of war and injuries, talk of paralysis

word count: 2k

a.n: my first post after a year would be a jake sully smut coded drabble. its very fitting fr. also requests are open!! please send one besties all my ideas are too long lmao

sdt: @tarrynightss , @sunnybeewriting & more for inspiring me to write for Avatar! Ya’ll are so talented it is scary fr!!! special mention:  @belle82devart for supporting me always :) ilysm words cannot explain!

Jake never thought he would beg to be on his knees for a woman.

There was something about being a marine that bolsters this macho bravado habit where you crave to see a woman bend to your will. Sure the military was not all about 40 degree folded corners and standing up straight around a superior. It was all about strength, dominance and discipline and with  how deep that was ingrained-that translated to the bedroom.

You could take someone out of the marines but they never leave the mindset.

There was always an urge to pleasure a woman with this dominance, the rough hands and firm thrusts of course, but always in the promise of reciprocated bliss.

This was not that.

The second Jake saw your avatar he was done for.

He would have begged on his knees to just see your pussy right then and there if Grace wasn’t there and if he had been robbed of what little self-restraint he still possessed. He swore he drooled the second you pranced out behind Grace that first day. Your hair swishing in tandem with your lean hips as you moved to greet him. The woven nature of your top of beads drawing his eyes down. The adrenaline was still so high. It was just minutes after waking up in a new body- a full body. After he ran out of the facility to the field and training areas, everything was a blur of green and blue.  

He still was revelling in feeling his legs again.

In running and the feeling of the wind whipping past him, the smell of the earth and the way he could scrunch his toes in it, even the feel of a nice deep stretch in his calves. It was magnificent, but the feeling of being given back function of his legs also gave way to new sensations he had missed. And when he saw you nearly march besides Grace, a smile on your face, and sweet welcomes in his ears he felt his hands shake. Your hair in intricate braids and expertly weaved into many waves that fell down your back with your one braid resting along your spine shone like ink in the sun. The light igniting your full figure, sweta glistening on your skin. Your eyes are as bright as your smile. He could smell the fruit Grace hurled at him, smell all of the plants and something sweet. He could hear everything, even if he was tuning you all out as he took in the feeling.  

The sweet scent cut through it all. It made his mouth salivate. He knew it was coming from you.

Grace had noticed his stare that day, and cornered him the next before a link.

“You don’t have much of a chance, marine.” He only scoffed, ignoring the sharp twist of hurt in his gut at her chastising expression as she sat on the edge of the link pod, leaning down.

“How would you know?” He said, shifting in the green gel of the bed on his elbows, face heating.

She only laughed, pushing off the case before shoving his right shoulder down hard, driving his body into the green glue like substance around him. Her crows feet deep as she gave him a mocking smile, eclipsing the light in the bio lab, face not too unkind.

“You would. She’s a very forward one. She makes the first move.”

It felt like more of an order than a bit of well meant advice. But he did not mind. And as the words met his human ears he felt them burn hot. His heart raced as the metal cage-like thing locked him in place.

It took him a full eight minutes for his heart rate to slow down to a normal pace, and for his mind to calm.

Truly it took him more than that. Maybe even 20 minutes before the images of you- shoving him on his knees, lips swollen and bitten, eyes glossy and scent sweet as you straddled him-meant to start rocking against his face left him.

Since then he made it his mission to get you to break.

He first tried jealousy as you trained together in the forest with the People. He flirted with Neytiri every chance he could get, her even playing along after some time but you never bite.

Next step was showing you an obvious submission. This plan took the form of him as he dropped to his knees to tie the harness around your thighs one rainy day before riding. A mumbled ‘let me help you’ was the only thing accompanying the action as his legs met damp earth and his big blue hands smoothed up the back of your thighs to reach the clasps. He had heard your breath hitching, and he had smirked. Smile facing the ground, almost wide enough to break his face. His nose tingled as he had smelled you, taking in a deep inhale as his fingers crept up your inner thighs. He felt a slight brush against his ears. Felt the flutter of the still wind as you moved your hand.

He wanted you to pull his hair. Grab a handful of his braids and yank him up to your level or throw him to the floor like he was nothing. He would be hard even just at the touch he knew,  even if it was a rejection. Because he was hard now.

But he saw you got it, saw you understood the meaning of the getsure as he leaned back on his haunches beneath you, head tilted up, hands and nose buzzing with the memory of you. It was the look you gave him as he looked up. A deep purple settling against the highest points of your cheeks, to the tips of your pointed ears, hair pulled back in a braid, wisps framing your lovely face. This would be it,  he thought. He twitched at the idea.

But your jaw only clenched, anger overtaking your expression for a second until it dimmed to neutral. Indifferent,  and his heart dropped to his ass.

“Nice try, Marine.”

And he stepped to his feet, wobbling just slightly. But you were already moving out of his space, hands wringing as he watched your figure fall away to the long lively plants and trees surrounding both of you.

Hours of training with you and Neytiri in the village turned into months of trying again in between skills acquisitions.

You never broke, not once.

He wouldn't have it.

If Jake Sully was anything, it was not a quitter.

Your first official hunt was the biggest thing in your pathway to joining the Omaticaya people and you were to be ready by midday. The early chirps of wildlife roused you early after linking,  as you stepped from the avatar sleeping station, seeing Jake’s bed was empty. He must have stayed in the villages. And he did, as you saw him when you met the outskirts of the village. In the clearing there was a large group of would-be hunters, all marking themselves up with war paint. Your heart leapt at the sight, chest bubbling the excitement of it all. You rushed over, loincloth tangling in between your legs with your haste as you saw the rainbow of crushed dyes and pastes around the middle, perched on a fallen tree. You went to search for your signature colour, the deep colour that matched your ikran’s most vital colourings. Only to find it gone, its usual spot empty.

Heart sinking, you turned at the sound of Neytiri's laugh. “What, I look funny?” Jake called, one hand stained rusty orange red. His colour.

And the other… oh my god-.

Neytiri met your eyes, smiling harder than you have ever seen before. She knew the meaning. He didn’t. He couldn't have. She wouldn't have told him.

He was- OH MY GOD.

You didn't even remember rushing to them, eyes only locked on his full figure. His abs rippling and muscles strained as he aimed to reach behind his back, which was turned to you. Neytiri said something to the others with a kind hand to his shoulder. What she said you were not sure but they all filled out pretty quickly after it, looks ranging from mischief to alarm.  

Your heart raced as you watched this man. This beautiful stupid man smears the colour all over his face. Something deep within your gut pulled you forward, swooping hard enough to shock you all at the sight. Your hands stretched out as his ears twitched, a smile still on his face as he turned to you. All confusion in his eyes at the lack of people until he registered it was you. The smile swapped for his signature irritating smirk.

“That’s my colour.”

“Yeah. Gonna do something about it?”

Your stomach flipped, dipping low. A huff of air-all that was left in your lungs mixed with a shocked noise fell from your parted lips.

He was still smirking and you slid up to stand taller, shoulders back and head tilting-calculating. Beads in your hair clinking whispers in your twitching ears. Revelling in the flicker of his tail behind him. The shift in his eyes, from cocky to nervous, unsure.

“Yes, I think I will.” And you were fully beside him, close enough to feel his heat.

He was so large. So broad, it startled you every time. Your hands grabbed the wooden bowl filled with the crushed-up herbs and berries of your signature colour. His face dropped, going to take a step back, to backtrack as if he had offended you. As if you had rejected him, his last advance.

But your hands just dipped into the cool slush, smoothing it out with the warmth of your body between fingertips and saddling up to him.

Eywa, he was perfect. Heart beating like a drum against your rib cage, your nose delighting in his signature musky warm scent-like pine and military grade soap.

You placed your hands on his chest. The muscle firm beneath your hands, flexing under your touch. Your lips tilted up, smiling and smirking in tandem as he watched you. His lips parted, double sets of canines poking out.

You wanted to lick them with the tip of your tongue. Prick it against the sharp pearls and bleed, smoothing the taste of metal inside his mouth as you kissed him deeply, marking him. That thought was enough for your knees to grow weak, body pressing your weight into your hands. Your breasts pressed against your arms, forearms bare against his lithe sternum. Eyes met his as you slowly dragged your hands down.

A gasp left his lips, his yellow-green eyes nearly rolling back in his head as your thin fingers trailed down from the clear formed handprints against his pecs, sliding down to his abdomen, the paint drying as you went.

His body involuntarily shuddered as he reached to grab at you. The next thing he knew your wet right hand was wrapped gently around his throat. Windpipe secure in your grip. You held his adam's apple in your hand and you wished to feel it bob. You wished to see him fall to his knees.

Wanted to see him lean in and kiss you. But you knew enough to know that he had placed the reins very firmly in your hands.

So you gripped just slightly, core fluttering at the slick noise the wet paint made as it spread and at his accompanied gasp. The warm forest air against your face burns hotter with your blush as you squeeze just a little harder. Moving him back to have his back against a tree.

You had a picture in your mind of spitting in his mouth then, of tugging his mouth open with your thumb, kicking his legs apart as you made yourself in between them, making him bend further to you, watching his pink tongue loll out in wait for any part of you.

The deep throb at the idea was almost painful with its force and you grimaced. Jake’s subsequent chuckle at your expression had your heartbeat racing as you pressed yoru chet to his, his other hand trapped in between you.

He just smiled.

“You wear my colour well. But I rather see your skin bare. You hear me?” And he nods. Hard, fast and his adam’s apple rubs against your palm. Thankfully a handful of the back of his braid and a quick tug stopped his coming laugh as his lips met yours in a crash. Warm, wet, and beautiful as his lips moved in sync with yours. You led him to lean halfway down with your grip on his throat, on his queue. You possessed all of him now. In this moment and all those next.

He knew it and so did you.

With a harsh tug of his head to the right his neck stretched towards you and you licked a hot line up his throat to his jaw, kissing and nipping hard as you went. His knees nearly collapsed as he gripped the oak behind him, nails digging into the barc, his eyes squeezed closed.

Your lips were petal soft, tickling his ear as you leaned in. “You’re mine. Say it.”

You pulled back just slightly to meet his eyeline, his pupils blown wide and half lidded, in a  haze and only you could put him there. He was still trapped against you and the tree, his throat hot in your hand as he met your look.

“I’m yours.”

He was breathless, truly breathless and pathetic. And you loved him at this moment. Him  struck dumb at your words, and the way you handled him.

“I'm all yours, baby.”

[heart4reigns]

can you make one for solo 😩🙏

where the female reader is a part of the bloodline and she’s like hella badass and during a match, one of the opponents get flirty and touchy with reader and solo gets jealous (bonus pls make him call her ma 😫😝🫶🏽🫶🏽)

PROTECTIVE, solo sikoa.

warnings: curse words, teasings, slight kayfabe, misogyny, unwanted flirtings, inaccurate events

tags: ocs to fit the plot, first time writing solo i am so excited!!

summary: jealousy, jealousy

AS usual, you arrived early to practice some lines. people were looking at you as soon as you stepped inside the arena. first, it was obviously because of your intimidating persona that caught their attention. second, you were alone today. no sight of the bloodline with you. you usually were attached hip-to-hip with all of them. but today, you were scheduled to cut a promo on your own, for the sake of the storyline.

your faction members, on the other hand, were worried. the group chat was blowing up with messages.

jimmy: be careful today!!

jey: anyone messes with u i'll drive myself there

sami: me too!!!

roman: i'm sure she can handle being on her own

(y/n): suddenly ur all worried about me? what happened to spearing me last week??

jey: that was an accident

jey: solo's fault idk

solo: now why u gotta bring me into this shit

solo: take care ma

jimmy: lmao don't forget to meet other dudes for us (y/n)

solo: i'll beat ur ass rn

(y/n): i will, jimmy!! since ur little brother doesn't love me

solo: who said that

solo: (y/n)

solo: come back

his message made you laugh. everyone knew that you had a strange dynamic with him. you were well-known for your provocative behavior, always teasing everyone from left to right. while solo sikoa was known to be a tough man in the ring, but he was always weak for you. solo sikoa was insatiable and so were you to him.

you didn't have to try hard to gain his attention–he had his own ways to show affection. whether it was a small hug after every show to showing up in front of your door with a huge pout, saying that he missed you–the man was indescribable. there was one thing you noticed as your friendship (with a sexual tension) bloomed, he was very protective of you.

on stage and off stage, he always tried his best to lessen the bumps for you. everyone, even the crew, knew that the usos were always trying to get on their little brother's nerves by messing around with you. but it was never serious, they loved you with all of their hearts. roman and sami too, felt like they needed to rile up their second-youngest faction member for the sake of solo to act affectionate in front of them.

but there was one problem. someone had his eyes on you too and solo didn't like it. you were his girl. well, not officially yet–but solo was sure that he was closer to you than that man was. although he saw you flirting around with him, he couldn't help but to feel jealous. you, on the other hand, were flirting around just to get a reaction from him. you felt bad giving adam attention, but you just wanted to be with solo.

you were going to cut a promo today, building up your storyline with the bloodline. it was going to be your first time representing the bloodline on your own. you weren't nervous at all, you were on top of your game, you never messed up your matches and all your promos. "(y/n), we also have some changes for the script, i'll hand them over when you're ready!" one of the production crew knocked on the locker room door.

not another change, you thought. "alright, i'll be out in a bit!" you replied, still fixing your boots. once you were ready to go, you opened the door–only to be greeted by a familiar face. "and what are you doing here today?" your mouth curved into a smile as you walked back inside the locker room with him. "got called in by creatives for a last minute change, you're not going on your own today, ma."

of course, solo didn't have any lines, like usual. they changed the script, showcasing how strong your bond was with the enforcer. the off camera chemistry made it easier for the two of you. you were flipping through the pages, laying your head on his lap as he studied your features. "something on my face, baby?" you teased him. solo only stared at you with dead-panned eyes, trying his best not to crack a smile. "oh come on, i know you love me." you pinched his cheeks, causing him to groan. "yeah, yeah, i love you. whatever. stop pinching my cheeks." the man complained.

"i'm going to the pantry, do you want anything?" "can you please get me some water?" you nodded and stood up from your position. the walk to the pantry was filled with several crews greeting you. "hey! i haven't seen you in a bit!" you turned around and saw adam. "oh, hey! i was with solo." you saw adam's eye twitch. "no wonder, he always likes to keep you for himself! i mean i want to meet you too."

"no, sheamus' workout routine is insane. it was fun though shooting the video with him." you were still talking to adam, with two bottles of water in your hands. "i'm invited to his gym next week, i should be prepared." you chuckled at his sentence. "where you going after this?" he suddenly asked. "i'm probably going back to solo's." adam sighed. "you never have time for me, (y/n)." he complained. "i'll make time next week!"

you bid goodbye to him and entered the locker room, which was already filled with your other coworkers. "who were you with?" solo asked, taking the water from you. "adam!" you smiled, making him jealous. he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "what?" you raised a brow. "nothing." solo muttered. "come on, he's my friend!" you nudged him with your elbow. "sure, whatever you say." he dismissed you. you sighed, not wanting to continue the conversation.

solo had to keep his composure. he felt bad seeing you pout because of his dismissive attitude. truth be told, all he wanted was you–in his arms. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be rude." he apologized. "yeah, don't worry about it!" your cheery attitude made him smile. "i just don't like him being around you..." solo added. "are you jealous?" you smirked. solo didn't answer, only shrugging his shoulders in response. "aw, you're jealous!" "shut up before i kiss you in front of everyone."

the night went on and you were ready to go on stage. "(y/n), you're up in 5!" you quickly took a sip of your water, preparing yourself to go on stage. solo was right next to you, already in his attire. "looking good, baby." you winked at him. solo mumbled something you didn't catch. "here, i'll hold your belt. you can tie your boots." he saw you struggling with your shoes. it was the little things that made your heart beat faster than usual. he was always attentive to your situation. you passed him your championship belt, fixing your boots. "let's go kill this promo!" you kissed his cheeks before going out.

"accompanied to the ring by solo sikoa. the smackdown's women champion, (y/n) (l/n)!" the crowd cheered as you walked down the ramp with your chin up, savoring every moment of your entrance song. as you were doing your signature pose, solo couldn't help but to admire you. he was head over heels for you and he really couldn't wait to clock out of work just to spend time with you. people thought this on-screen romance was definitely something to look forward because of your character being the polar opposite of solo's.

you were billed as this uncontrollable character, always had something to say and always had something under your sleeves. in the bloodline, you were the one in charge when roman wasn't there. meanwhile solo, his character wasn't far from his personality. "chicago!" you yelled to the mic. "the double trouble is here tonight!" you continued, raising a finger up to pay tribute to the bloodline. "i am here with solo, behalf of the tribal chief to deliver a message for you all." you acted out the script.

"okay, calm down everyone. don't speak unless i tell you to." you rolled your eyes in annoyance. "the tribal chief said that y'all better respect me when he's not here." you announced, earning a cheer from the crowd. "other than that... next week, y'all better be prepared for solo to fight with adam, what was his full name?" you asked solo and he just stared at you. "right, right. it doesn't matter what his name is, all i know is that solo's going to beat his ass-" your sentence was cut off by adam's music.

"would you look at that, it's the fake chief and her bodyguard." the crowd booed as adam walked inside the ring, with a mic on his hand. "adam." you were having a stare down with him. "who invited you here?" you smirked, looking straight into his eyes. "i don't need an invitation, i'm allowed to be in the ring whenever i want." the brown-haired man said his lines, moving slightly closer to you, which was off-script. solo noticed that he was moving closer to you and decided to intervene.

he slightly pushed you behind him, getting in between you and adam–that made adam moved back. the crowd was always ecstatic to see solo doing his part. "now i can't speak to you without having your bodyguard shielding you? you're pretentious, (y/n)." once again, the crowd booed at his sentence. "i'm not pretentious, i am respected. get out of my face before i ruin it, see you next week pretty boy."

the promo ended and you walked backstage, ready to clock out of work. "you did great, (y/n)." you pulled him into a hug. "of course, you did great too, baby." you winked at him. "i didn't like it when that man was inches away from you." you chuckled at his jealousy. "it's okay, he didn't mean any harm." you assured him. "i know, forget it." his sentence made you smile. “come on, let's go back. we have a movie to watch!”

"i'll meet you at the car okay? need to speak to creatives for next week. it'll be quick." you nodded, parting ways with him. the locker room was full unlike before. "see you, (y/n)!" your friends waved at you and you returned the gesture. you went to the other locker room, wanting to meet sheamus because he borrowed your earphones last time you worked out together. you knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open it. to your surprise, it was adam, not a certain ginger man you wanted to see.

"came to see me, huh?" you chuckled. "i need to see sheamus actually, he has my earphones." you stated. "lies." the man laughed. "i'm getting tired of seeing your face, adam." the two of you walked inside the locker room. "hey, got my earphones?" you tapped his shoulder. "oh, (y/n)! here... thank you, you saved my life." you took the earphones from sheamus and turned around. "you sure you don't want to ditch sikoa for me?" that sentence made you shook your head. "sorry buddy, we already have plans!"

everyone knew that adam took an interest on you ever since you were drafted from raw to smackdown. creatives saw this tension and decided to add him to your storyline with solo as a duo. "i think i like you better with solo, (y/n)." santos piped in the conversation. "yeah, adam can go date money in the bank briefcase or something." montez joked. adam slung his arms on your shoulder. "come on, i think i look better with her than solo!"

"you got a problem with me?" everyone's attention shifted from you to solo. he was practically glaring daggers at adam, causing him to drop his arms. "nothing, we were all joking around." tension filled the air. backstage drama was definitely something interesting for everyone. "you ready to go, (y/n)?" solo asked. "yep, let's go! goodbye everyone, see you next week!" you left the room, but solo stayed for a bit. "keep your hands off her, man." he said to adam. "hey, you're not her boyfriend, bro." adam defended himself. solo didn't say anything and walked away. "you got a competition there, bro." sheamus patted adam's back.

you were driving back to his house, noticing the man being quiet. "something wrong?" you asked, pulling up to his garage. "nah, i just don't like adam having his hands on you." you chuckled at his response, turning off the engine. "i know i like to mess around and stuff, but i think i only have eyes for you, pretty boy." that caused him to flush–redness in his cheeks were visible to you. "oh my god, you're so cute." you couldn't help but to pinch his cheeks. "shut up, i swear to god you will the death of me, (y/n)."

"showered yet?" he saw you laying on his bed, focusing on your phone. "nah, i need to reply to my manager first and i'm too lazy." you groaned, still feeling sore from today’s work. “come on, don’t be lazy.” solo complained, dragging your body into the bathroom. “ooh, are you gonna shower with me?” you teased him. “no, i just finished like 5 minutes ago. you’re showering on your own.” you pouted in response, only earning a chuckle from him. “alright, maybe i’ll wash my hair again.” he finally gave in.

practice came and you were at the gym with your friends. “i bet solo's excited for this match." sami sat down next to you, all sweaty and ready to leave the gym. "yeah, i'm actually scared that he might break adam's bones." the man was standing inside the ring, practicing his moves with jimmy. "ay, big boy has been eyeing you. you want to prank him?" jey came from the pantry with a bottle of water in his hands. "nah, my boy needs to focus.”

that sentence made jey smirk. “your boy? since when?” he teased you. “shut up, fatu.” you rolled your eyes. “watch this.” jey faced sami, taking a seat next to you. he slung his arms on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. solo, who was focusing on his older brother, lost his temper. “ay, back up, man!” he yelled from the ring. “alright, alright. calm down!” you chuckled at their exchange. “i swear, he’s gonna break my legs someday if i don’t stop messing around with you.”

“LET’S GO, SOLO!” jimmy yelled, hyping up his younger brother who was totally annoyed by the loud noises he was making. “okay, i get it. be calm.” solo sighed. “i won’t shut up because this is a big match! you’re gonna beat adam's ass for real!” jimmy continued. “yeah, yeah! beat his ass for all of us. for our lil (y/n).” “who you calling lil (y/n)?” you entered the locker room, already in your new gear.

solo stoped wrapping his thumb with his tape to look at you. “new gear?” he asked. “yes! do i look good?" you twirled around, showing him your new gear. he opened his mouth but nothing came out. "okay then. jey, do i look good?" you nudged him with your elbow. "you look-" "don't answer that." solo cut him off, making jey giggle. "okay, i think we'll leave you alone now." sami stood up, dragging jimmy and jey out of the locker room–leaving you with you him.

"you look breathtakingly beautiful." solo blurted out, still focusing on your new gear. "now you wanna compliment me?" you poked his cheeks, causing him to groan. "yeah sorry, the guys won't hop off my ass with their teasings." the man complained. "i mean you're right... but it's just so fun teasing you, baby." you ruffled his hair. "if anyone dares to look at you, i'll actually kick their ass." he grinned. you felt a shiver run down your spine. he was always protective and you loved it.

"ah, (y/n)!" adam spotted the two of you in the hallways. "hi adam!" you greeted him with a hug. "new gear suits you, pretty girl." adam winked at you, causing solo to grunt in annoyance. "man, back off." solo said. "can't a man compliment a beautiful girl?" before solo could do anything, several familiar faces crowded the hallways. "okay, that's enough." diego, adam's faction member intervened. "bye adam!" "bye (y/n)! good luck!"

the jealousy got into solo. the show started and the entire bloodline (except for roman, of course) was already in their position. "you guys are up in 3, 2, 1..." you had a smirk plastered on your face, already in character. solo was riled up from the encounter you had with adam. he was in his zone. the walk down the ring was one of your favorite things in work. you were bumping your chest with sami, jumping around with the twins, and hyping solo up for his match. adam was already in the middle of the ring, with his faction members.

"accompanied to the ring by sami zayn. the undisputed tag-team champions, the usos. smackdown's women champion, (y/n) (l/n). solo sikoa!" the announcer yelled. the crowd went wild as they saw their favorite superstars in front of them. solo did his entrance and was ready to fight. "we know that there is tension backstage... sikoa and adam are always on each other's neck... it's all because of (y/n), how will this match play out?" the commentator narrated the situation.

"get up!" you shouted at solo from the sides. "come on, baby!" solo stood up from his position, getting ready to attack adam. his opponent, on the other hand, had his eyes on you the entire time. solo took the opportunity to pin him. "LET'S GO!" you shouted once again, but you knew how it would play out. adam kicked out before the referee counted down to 3, causing the crowd to groan. solo was baffled, sticking to the script. adam once again picked up solo and dropped him on his back.

while waiting for solo to get up, adam went off-script, which was totally normal during house shows. "where you going after this, pretty girl?" he winked at you as you felt adam's hands on your shoulders, trying to pull you closer. "what are you doing?" you mouthed to him. before jey, jimmy, and sami could do anything to intervene–adam felt his body being dragged and slammed into the mat. "that's a warning sign for anyone not to mess with sikoa's business!"

solo was furious. the walk backstage was quiet. you knew he was pissed off. "hey, you okay?" you patted his back, trying to calm him down. "what the hell was that man trying to do? touching you and all that?" his tone sent a shiver down your spine. "calm down, it's for the show..." you furrowed your brows in confusion. sure, he was always protective and you noticed the jealousy once in a while–but this was all new. you had never seen him this furious.

"hey, (y/n). good show!" adam offered you a hug, only to have solo blocking him from you. "what's your problem?" adam raised a brow. "move, me and my girl need to go somewhere after this." before you could say anything, solo took your arm and went to a now empty locker room. "girl...?" adam tilted his head.

"what's wrong with you?" you asked him, clearly confused at his fuming state. "i don't like it when he touches you," solo paused for a second. "he should know that you're mine." he continued. "i mean i get it that we always joke around by flirting and other stuff, but at this point... i'm not your girlfriend, solo. we're not officially dating." he stared at you, trying to get his mind straight. "i like you and i know that adam likes me too... but what are we?" you asked.

"i flirt around just to get a reaction from you, you know that right? i know you say that i'm yours or whatever, but when are we gonna make it official? i'm getting tired of waiting this long." you admitted, confessing your feelings. the room went quiet, the only source of sound came from the ticking clock. time went slow for the two of you. "i mean sure, if you just wanna fuck around like usual. but i think i'm in too deep."

the bleached blond-haired wrestler sat in silence. "come on, say something." you sat down in front of him. "fuck, (y/n). i love you, i've said that countless times and i want you to be with me. not anybody else. not that shithead babyface wrestler... i love you. no more messing around this time, i'm serious." you smiled at his sentence. solo sikoa finally cracked. "i love you too, baby. you have nothing to worry about from now on. i'm yours."

a/n: not my best bc i'm trying to get out of my writing slump but i hope u enjoyed it!!! requests are open like usual <3

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Thinking about James/Remus and seriously questioning why it's not a thing cause

1) the whole sun/moon lore I was talking about earlier

2) their shipname would be somn like "moonchaser" or "sunreader" or somn

3) it fits right into the running gag that James has a thing for people being mean to him

4) imagine all the possible angst mhmm mhmm Remus pining over James, finding out he likes his best friend, finding out she likes him back, losing him again and again ooooohhhhh just

5) but they're also perfect cause all Remus ever needs is to be loved and all James knows is to love someone else

6) ok but leave the angst, focus on the fluff. The possibilities omg friends to lovers just this time (minus all the usual angst that comes in wolfstar) and they're both just dumb oblivious idiots in love and it's so cute

7) thinking about all of this now I think what you said is right, people don't ship Remus with anyone other than Sirius but I think that's cause Sirius actually doesn't have many ships left then? Cause think about it like this: Sunreader, Bartylus, Marylily, Evan and Emmeline, Panda and Xeno, where does that leave Sirius? Sure Pete is there but...

8) ooooh ok going down this pipeline, for your consideration: Peter and Sirius. Omg it would make the "Sirius put in trial instead of Peter" thing sooooo much more ansgty ohhoo my brain is reeling rn

9) ok focusing back on moonchaser. They would make such a cute couple honestly. James would read all the books Remus reads and leaves lil doodles for him to find later. He would go to all the quidditch practices he can to support his bf. And he would right poetry and stuff about how hot James is.

10) ohhh They would share glasses omggg poor Remus grows up thinking everyone has shit vision then one day he wears James's as a joke and voila the world in HD

I'm so ngl, your influence on my brain has become on the best influences it has ever had cause omg all this potential all this angst and fluff I love this new me mhmm mhmm

hsirbdij omggggg I love this sm!!! thank you for sharing your brain with me.

sunreader sounds so gorgeous. I'm going insane. I love love LOVE the name!

1) yeah are literally the sun and the moon! they are perfect!

3) lmao. so true. I love the idea of remus being super sarcastic towards james and james swoons at every mean comment and tries very hard not to (he fails miserably)

4) urghhhhh not the unrequited feelings while having to be a supportive bestie trope (my beloved). I can imagine how mad it drives remus to watch them like each other, but being to scared to admit it. imagine the heartbreak when remus sees harry alias the combination of his parents

5) yesss. remus needs someone to love him even through all of his flaws, someone who isn't his parents and james who is literally the embodiment of love

6) "everyone can see it, but them" trope fr. it's them idfk

7) you make a fair point, but there are sooooooo many characters living in the marauders characters that no one ever uses. you could ship sirius with so many characters that no one ever talks abt (I'm currently working on a post with all the characters that I could find so that they're all in one place)

8) peter and sirius my loves <3 no one talks about them (me included whoops-). they have such a big angst potential that people just seem to be ignoring (once again bc most people refuse to leave the wolfstar bubble and just refuse to ship peter with anyone in general)

9) they would be the definition of tooth rotting fluff. they would make everyone sick with how sweet they are. couple goals fr

10) remus is me fr. the day I got my glasses was eye-opening lmao

glad to see that I have this kind of effect on people. I said it to you before but I'll say it again: welcome to the way more funnier side of being a multishipper hehehehe

also: I think I'm in love with you. marry pls, I'm begging 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 (/j... unless)

[lunar-years]

jamie purposely wearing lynx around roy just to annoy him is so funny but i also think about that post where jamie’s probably attached to the brand because of his upbringing in the council estate, and that being the most affordable brand for him growing up. and how scents can be specifically tied to memories etc. can’t wait for the tinsel fic!

Oh yeah absolutely that’s a holdover from his teenage years. I just knowww those academy dressing rooms are dank with the smell of many a 16 yr old’s Lynx 😭

After the season aired we had a really good discussion in the Discord about Roy & Jamie’s different perceptions of money and being rich and how much that’s effected/warped by their shared combination of growing up poor and then coming into a LOT of money pretty suddenly as a young adult. You can really see it in that one scene is s2(?) where Keeley tells Roy she’s getting a bottle of wine at Waitrose and Roy’s like woah are you the fucking queen? meanwhile the man is driving around his expensive car living in his posh neighborhood losing designer watches left and right like they’re nothing.

Like, I think they both can spend an outrageous amount of money on certain things (a rich person’s ~little treat~ lol) but scoff at the prices of the most random things because who on earth would pay that for that. And the things that fit into each category are different for each of them!

And honestly Jamie seems the more “frugal” of the two of them. I swear someone told me his sports car is an older model where they were pretty sure he would’ve bought it used? I might be making that up it was a while ago but I’m PRETTY SURE. Also he occasionally wears brands/clothes that are very close to regular-people-affordable as opposed to say, Keeley almost exclusively in her Versace, lmao. So I can definitely see him looking at perfumes/colognes and being like. Why would I buy this when Lynx (😭).

Meanwhile for whatever reason I think Roy is the sort of person to buy Keeley louboutins one day and then snap at her the next for leaving the light on in the bedroom as she’s applying makeup in the en-suite because it’s driving up their electricity bill 😅

[lousypotatoes]

Can we please get Loona x Male Sinner Reader? Thanks for your time!

Oh boy, I'm not the best at writing for male readers, but I'll do my best!! Hope you like it <33

The Intern - Loona x Male Reader

"I swear, I'm gonna shoot myself if Blitz has me get him one more cup of fucking coffee," you grumbled, setting down the plastic cup full of the hot liquid.

"Well, that's what an intern does, Y/N," Moxxie said. "They run errands, get coffee, get lun-"

"I get the point, Mox," you mumbled, running your fingers through your H/C hair. "Did you guys need anything?"

"Nah, we're good," Millie said. "Thanks Y/N!"

"Mhmmm,"

"Y/N!!! WHERE'S MY FUCKING COFFEE?!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" you cried out, grabbing the coffee cup, starting to walk towards Blitzo's office.

"You better get in there," Loona joked. "You don't wanna see him without his coffee."

You turned your head, hoping to hide the blush creeping up on your face. "He's not that scary,"

At that moment, Blitzo came out of his office, looking very tired and very angry.

He looked scary.

"Y/N, if you don't give me my coffee right now," he said in a deadly calm voice. "I will rip your dick off and shove it down your throat and out of your ass you FUCKING CUNT LICKING BITCH!!!

You looked over at Loona, smirking at you because she was right.

"Sorry Blitz," you muttered, handing him the coffee cup. "Here's your coffee sir,"

He swiped the coffee cup from your hand and chugged the whole thing.

"Ah! Now that's much better!" Blitzo said, stretching out his limbs, throwing the empty coffee cup at your head. "Now go get me some booze."

"What kind would you like, sir?" you grumbled.

"I don't fucking know, anything to get me drunk off my ass," he said, walking back into is office. "It's a get drunk off my ass kinda day."

"Right away Blitz," you mumbled as he slammed his office door.

"You want me to come with you?" Loona asked.

"Oh-uh" you stuttered. "Only if you want,"

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"What's Earth like?" Loona said suddenly, as the two of you walked back to I.M.P headquarters.

"A lot better than Hell, that's for sure," you chuckled, swinging the bag filled with beer.

"How did you die?" she asked.

"What's with all the questions, Loona," you joked. "I was driving home drunk one night and t-boned someone."

"Damn," Loona said. "That sucks, I'm sorry."

"It's whatever,"

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

"Why did you decided to intern at I.M.P?"

You had to think about it for a moment.

"I guess I wanted to learn to protect myself against the exterminators," you said. "And what better way to learn than from assassins."

Loona stayed quiet.

"I don't know if I'm gonna stay an intern, though," you said, rubbing your bicep. "I might just check in to that redemption hotel."

"Well if you do," Loona began. "We'll stay in contact, right?"

"Yeah, of course,"

You and Loona awkwardly smiled at each other. Blush creeping onto both of your faces.

"Hey, you wanna get a bite to eat?" Loona asked, pointing to a fast-food place across the street.

"Sure," you said.

"Blitz would throw a fucking hissy fit if he found we were hanging out,"

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"YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU SAW MY LOONY AND THAT HPV HAVING PRICK LEAVE TOGETHER AND YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!?!"

"I-I didn't think anything of it sir-"

"IF THOSE TWO END UP PLAYING TONSIL TENNIS, I SWEAR TO GOD MOX, I WILL FUCK YOU AND YOUR WIFE SO FUCKING HARD THAT YOUR DAD WILL FEEL IT IN HIS MOBSTER BOSS BALLS!!!!"

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I haven't written for Helluva Boss before, so I hope it's good lol. I also need to rewatch the series. Hopefully we get a new episode soon lmao.

Remember to drink lots of water and stay safe <33

xoxo, Izzy

[chvnnie]

Rules

The Bet part two

hwang hyunjin x fem reader x han jisung

word count: 11.4k (i’m so sorry lmao)

genre: fluff, smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: they’re all in looooove, dom!hyunjin, switch!reader (reader falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), switch!jisung (jisung falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), mean!hard dom jisung, bratty!jisung, semi bratty!reader, stoner!jisung, multiple mentions of weed, use of restraints, degradation, praising, teasing, unprotected sex (pls just don’t), one mention of anal, phone sex, masturbation (m and f), use of toys, dirty talk, marking, choking, one slap, crying, drool, video tapping, voyeurism(?), pet names: good girl, good boy, whore, slut, angel, baby, baby girl, use of sir (for jisung), slight sub space, aftercare, there’s so much happening and it’s all so filthy i’m so sorry i’m a whore. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: hyunjin gives jisung a punishment, but he’s never been a very at following rules.

a/n: I STG I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS FIC TO BE SO LONG BUT I KINDA POPPED OFF. i had so much fun writing it, i really love these three and their dynamic so i just couldn’t stop myself. i’m so excited for you all to read the continuation of this storyline! i hope you all enjoy :)

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents hwang hyunjin or han jisung as people, or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

At 2 am, the October rain was at a downpour, loudly hitting the front windshield of the car currently sitting in park outside of the airport. The car was warm, the windows steaming in contrast to the cold air outside. Music was playing at a low volume, barely audible over the tapping of the rain.

You sat in the backseat, knees pulled up to your chest. The small cotton shorts you wore to bed the night before rode up your legs, leaving skin exposed to the cold leather of the car. Your hair was still damp from the shower you took hours ago, legs sore and bruised from being held open before that. All you wanted was to sleep, but you also didn’t want to leave the airport parking lot anytime soon.

Jisung was in the driver seat, head pressed against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling of the car. He wore one of Hyunjin’s hoodies, which loosely fit him, and workout shorts that barely touched his mid thigh. His hands went up to his face, sneaking under his glasses to rub his eyes. He had barely slept; he couldn't bear to miss the short amount of time left.

Hyunjin sat in the passenger seat, blonde hair pulled out of his face with a headband and in a low pony. Out of the three of you, he was the most appropriately dressed for the weather; black joggers, a big sweater, and close toed shoes. Both you and Jisung had opted to wear sandals on the drive. He was looking at Jisung, hand resting on his boyfriend’s thigh. He wanted him to look at him. He needed him too. He wasn’t leaving the car until he did.

Work trips always hit Jisung the hardest, and Hyunjin’s job took him on a lot. Most trips he stayed in the country, only gone for a handful of days at a time. Sometimes, though, they took him out of the country, and those were more unpredictable when it came to length. You had learned to assume they were anywhere between a week and a month, typically about three weeks. Hyunjin had lucked out this time - he would only be gone two. Even though it was one of the shorter trips, Jisung still had a hard time parting with him.

It wasn’t that Jisung needed you or Hyunjin around all of the time - he understood the two of you had jobs and friends and hobbies outside of the relationship, and he did as well, so he always respected that. It was that he loved you both so deeply in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain that when either of you are gone for more than two days, he gets sad. He just wants you in his arms, he wants to feel your skin on his, Hyunjin’s kisses on his shoulders, he wants to wake up in bed with the both of you.

So this was hard for him. Both you and Hyunjin understood that. He needed a second to collect his emotions before he could say goodbye.

When Jisung finally looked at Hyunjin, his eyes were watering. The hand not on his thigh cupped his face, gently catching any tears that rolled out.

“Don’t cry, my love.” Hyunjin whispered, minty breath fanning Jisung’s face. The dark haired man shut his eyes, trying to savor Hyunjin’s scent. He always smelled like mint and rainwater, with hints of vanilla from the shampoo he used. Jisung never tired of it - he would drown himself in it if he could. “I’ll be back so soon.”

Jisung leaned into his touch, warm and soft against his cheek. “Don’t want you to go.” His voice was a whisper.

“Me neither.” Hyunjin slowly closed the space between them, softly kissing his boyfriend. His lips always tasted like cherry from his chapstick, and Hyunjin swore it gave him a buzz every time they kissed. He let Jisung’s tongue explore his mouth, drinking in the taste of him before he pulled away. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Jisung nodded his head, knowing if he spoke his tears would be unstoppable. Hyunjin understood that as well, turning his attention to you to give him space.

“My girl.” He called softly, reaching out for you. You moved to the edge of the seat, hugging him as well as you could from the back. One hand wrapped around your center, the other in your hair, Hyunjin cradled your head as he held you close to him. “I love you so much.”

You clutched onto his shoulders, willing yourself not to cry. It was safe to say that this was hardest on Jisung, but that didn’t make it easy for you or Hyunjin, either. You knew when you got home that you would be holding Jisung as he cried, the two of you eventually falling asleep intertwined. You would let yourself cry then, not wanting Hyunjin to worry too much. You wanted him to enjoy his trip, enjoy the new place he was getting to explore.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his shoulder. “Call us when you land?”

Hyunjin pulled away from you, hands falling to grasp yours. “And every chance I get.” He brought both of your hands up to his mouth, peppering them with sweet kisses before he leaned across the console to capture your lips. If Jisung tasted like cherry, you tasted like mint, lip balm always rubbing off on him and making his lips tingle when the kisses ended. He loved it - it excited him. Even after all these years together, Hyunjin found excitement in you daily. You thrilled him in ways he never understood, and didn’t want to understand. He just wanted you, and everyday he thanked every god he could that you were his, and that he got to share you with his favorite man in the world.

You were the one to break the kiss this time, wanting to get one last look at him before he left. Your fingers traced his jawline as if trying to memorize him. “I can’t wait for you to come home.”

Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you, kissing the fingertips that now ran across his lips. He couldn’t wait to be home, either.

Hand still on his face, he turned to Jisung. “Sungie, could you pop the trunk for me?”

Jisung nodded, reaching down to grab the lever.

“Do you want us to walk you in?” You asked as you finally moved your hand away.

Hyunjin waved you off as he collected the backpack at his feet. “No, it’s pouring out there and cold. Stay here. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Do you need help with your bag?” Jisung asked the question this time.

Hyunjin shook his head no. Once he had all his things, he turned to you, placing a swift kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally on your lips.

“I love you, angel.”

He turned to Jisung, repeating the same kisses on his face. When he was done, he kept his lips near Jisung’s, not quite ready to pull away.

“I love you, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled sadly, gently rubbing his nose against his. “I love you, Jinnie.”

Before Hyunjin pulled away, he whispered lowly, tone soft but threatening: “Don’t forget the rules.”

With that, he was out of the car, blowing kisses as he collected his suitcase from the trunk and ran inside the airport.

//

The rules.

The stupid, fucking rules.

Just thinking about them had Jisung’s grip tightening against the wheel, his focus narrowed in on the road ahead of him.

When Jisung joined the couple two years ago, it took a few months to figure out the sexual dynamic, especially with you and Jisung both being switches. It was easy to say that Hyunjin was always in charge, no matter what, but what about the two of you? What happened when either of you dommed?

Hyunjin was the softer dom of the three of you. He loves to praise, showering you two with kisses and always making sure you felt as good as he did. He was gentle and kind, the most aggressive thing about him was his love for calling you a whore in bed. He was patient and slow to anger, so he hardly was the one giving out punishments. It was good that he was soft, because you and Jisung were not.

You considered yourself in the middle - you weren’t soft per say, but you weren’t a hard dom either. One of your favorite things to do was making Jisung cry, watching him writhe and beg underneath you. Or on top of you. Honestly, wherever you wanted him, he would be. He was a good boy for you, and you loved bossing him around. Your punishments were always mild; wanted to cum? Fine, do it. Over, and over, and over until you were sick of it. Didn’t want to listen? Fine, he could watch you and Hyunjin fuck with his hands tied, unable to do anything but cry for attention. Wouldn’t stop mouthing off? You would shove your panties in his mouth without hesitation. He wanted to act like a slut, you would gladly treat him like one.

Jisung was mean when he was in charge. He would set rules that he knew would be impossible for you to follow just to punish you. He liked seeing you covered in bruises and hickeys, often shoving you to your knees hard enough to hear the hit of them echo. You were nothing but his little fuck toy to use whenever he dommed, only there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. And you adored it. There was something so incredibly sexy about the way Jisung treated you like you were nothing while Hyunjin kissed you softly and praised you at the exact same time. Every time Jisung and Hyunjin dommed you, you swore you ascended, loving every second the contradicting treatment.

While similar doms, you couldn’t be more opposite subs. You loved to listen, always wanting to hear Hyunjin call you a good girl and fill you with cum. He called you angel for a reason - always so willing and ready for him, at his beck and call whenever he wanted you for whatever he wanted. Rarely would you ever act up for Hyunjin, or even Jisung. In all fairness, Jisung’s rules were impossible to follow, setting you up for failure, but you did always listen to him. You were good for both of your boyfriends, even Jisung in his hard dom state could admit that.

With Jisung, it depended on who it was and what he wanted. He tends to listen better with you, knowing that you always made it worth his while in the end. If he ever wanted something, he would always go to Hyunjin first, knowing he’d be the most likely to give it to him. And he did, most of the time. When he got what he wanted, he was as good and sweet as you were, wanting to do anything Hyunjin asked of him. When he didn’t get what he wanted, however, he would act out.

It was almost impossible to push Hyunjin’s buttons so hard that he would give punishments, but with Jisung, it had happened a handful of times. Jisung enjoyed being a brat; he enjoyed pushing his patient, loving boyfriend to the breaking point, watching his soft face grow hard as he ruined Jisung.

The last time he pushed Hyunjin that far was last week. Jisung had been a brat all day after Hyunjin told him he couldn’t have a blowjob until they were done running errands.

“Behave and you can cum all in my mouth later, baby boy.” His boyfriend had told him.

Jisung had whined and whined, telling Hyunjin he needed his mouth now, not later. But it was no good, Hyunjin just telling him if he waited that he would get all he wanted and more.

After Hyunjin had told him no, he went into your home office to try and convince you. Out right asking would get him another no, so he decided to try a different angle. Jisung sat on his knees next to your desk chair, resting his chin on your thigh to get your attention.

You glanced down at your boyfriend, wide eyed and pouty, and removed your headphones. “Hi my sweet boy.” Your hands found his hair, running through them softly. “What’s with that pout?”

Jisung closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of your touch. “Just wanted some attention.”

“Mm, what kind of attention?”

He opened his eyes, blinking up at you sweetly. You knew he wanted something the moment he put his chin on your thigh, and the look he was giving you confirmed it.

“Want your mouth on me, please.” His tone was needy and pitchy, and you knew he was ready to beg for what he wanted.

“I see. Have you been a good boy today?”

Jisung nodded quickly. “So good, baby. I listened so well last night, and this morning when I made you cum. Remember?”

“Yes, but didn’t you get to cum inside me? Was that not a good enough reward, Sungie?”

He felt disappointment wash over him, his lip slightly trembling as he looked up at you. “It was the best reward-“

“Then why are you asking for more?”

It was then Hyunjin walked in the room to remind you that it was almost time to leave. He didn’t expect to find Jisung in there with you, pouting at you with puppy eyes.

“What’s going on?” Hyunjin asked, strolling over to the two of you.

You looked up at him, hands firmly gripping Jisung’s hair to keep him in place as you spoke. “Sungie was asking me to blow him. Apparently filling me up wasn’t enough of a reward.”

Hyunjin sighed, squatting down next to Jisung. Jisung looked at him, realizing that there was no way for him to talk himself out of this. “What did I just tell you? Did I tell you to come in here and bother our girl while she worked, or did I tell you to wait?”

Jisung felt his disappointment get overpowered by annoyance, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his boyfriend. “You told me to wait.”

“So you ignored what I said in hopes that she would give you what you wanted? Did you want her to get in trouble with you?”

Jisung gritted his teeth. “No.”

Hyunjin stared at his boyfriend, assessing him. He could tell he was beginning to get upset about not getting what he wanted, but Hyunjin wasn’t happy that he ignored his very easy order. If he wanted to be a brat, fine. Hyunjin would let you deal with him later.

Standing up, Hyunjin leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. “Leaving in five. Are you at a good stopping place?”

You nodded, hands finally releasing Jisung from your hold. “I’m ready now.”

Jisung moved back so you could stand up, then followed your movements. When he was on his feet again, Hyunjin stood in front of him, fingers gripping his chin to make him look at him.

“Be good, and you still might get what you want.”

And he tried. Jisung really, really tried to be good. But then he watched the way Hyunjin grabbed your ass in the grocery store and the way he would give you little kisses as the two of you checked the grocery list. The only touch Jisung got at the store was Hyunjin holding his hand. It wasn’t enough, not when you were getting showered with affection and he was getting none.

While you were squeezing bread, Jisung decided to make a move on Hyunjin.

“Jinnnnnie.” He whined, tugging on his hand.

Hyunjin looked down at his boyfriend, eyebrows raised. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Jisung pouted his lips, sticking them out for a kiss.

“Do you think you deserve one?”

He was getting really sick of questions like that today.

“I’ve been so good this whole time.” His voice was a shrill whine, not even bothering to hide how frustrated he was. “Just want one kiss. Please?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, deciding to cave. “Fine, but only one.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up, leaning in for the kiss. Hyunjin pressed his lips against his, giving him a small peck before moving away.

The light left his eyes.

“That’s it?” Jisung asked, his face heating with anger. “Just a peck?”

Hyunjin glared at him, sternly telling him to behave with his eyes.

No, no. He was sick of this.

Jisung stomped over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and immediately began pressing kisses on your cheek. You wiggled against his hold, giggling slightly as you asked him to stop.

“Come on, baby.” His voice was low, sending chills down your spine. “Just wanna give you a few kisses is all.”

You almost let him continue, wanting to feel his lips all over your skin more than anything, until you remembered what he did in your office. You pushed his hands off of you, patience gone. “You need to stop before I take away any hopes of you getting a blow job today.”

Then, he did something he never does with you.

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He mumbled, moving out of your grasp and walking away from the two of you. You and Hyunjin exchanged looks, and it was clear that both of you were sick of his attitude.

Jisung texted the group chat that he would be in the car, and you and Hyunjin finished up the shopping. While waiting in line, you told him that you were sick of Jisung acting like a brat and that you think you should go ahead and punish him. Hyunjin shut your idea down quickly.

“He’s a good boy. He deserves another chance.”

Hyunjin regretted giving him that last chance.

Once the three of you got home, Jisung went right into the living room and turned in his gaming console.

“Sungie, can you come help us before you play games, please?” Hyunjin asked as he placed two bags on the kitchen island.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He snapped out before sitting on the couch and pulling up his last played game.

Trying to keep his composure, Hyunjin took a deep breath and tried again. “Jisung, please come help us, and then you can go back to being mad at us for the rest of the day.”

He didn’t answer, purposely ignoring Hyunjin.

You came into the kitchen, three bags in your hands, and immediately felt the tension. You glanced over at Hyunjin, ears redder than you’ve ever seen, a vein popping in his neck.

No questions were needed. Hyunjin didn’t even look at you as he walked into the living room and quickly unplugged both the game console and the tv.

“What the fuck-“

“Shut up.” Hyunjin hissed. You watched with wide eyes, scared to walk any further into the living room. Hyunjin was patient and slow to anger, but when he got there, he was the last person you wanted to fuck with. “I am so fucking sick of your attitude, Jisung. I gave you so many chances to listen, and you didn’t even try. I’ll ask one last time - get the fuck up and help, and I’ll think about lessening your punishment.”

Then, Jisung locked his fate in with a sly smirk, staring Hyunjin dead in the eyes before saying:

“Make me.”

His punishment was one you liked to give him when he didn’t listen: tied up on a kitchen chair naked, forced to watch you and Hyunjin fuck over and over again. At first, you thought it was a bit tame, wanting to give him something more. But then Hyunjin slammed himself into you without warning, and you knew this was going to affect Jisung in ways it never had before.

Hyunjin had you bent over the kitchen table, one hand on your hip while the other held your face down, pointed in Jisung’s direction. Jisung watched as you screamed, fingers clawing at the wooden table while Hyunjin fucked you at a relentless pace.

“Fuck, what a good girl, screaming so loudly for me.” Hyunjin hissed, hand leaving your hip to circle around and find your clit. You jolted forward at the touch, hips banging against the edge of the table. Clenching around him, you started to warn him that you were close, and he was about to let you cum.

Until he looked over at Jisung to tell him to watch, only to find his abs and thighs painted in his own cum.

Hyunjin stopped abruptly, still inside you. You whined at your lost orgasm, ready to beg for more when Hyunjin grabbed your hair and pulled you against his chest.

“Look at him.” Hyunjin said, a wide smile across his face. “So desperate to cum at that he made a mess without anyone touching him.”

Jisung flushed, feeling small beneath your gazes. He hated the way it turned him on, hated the way it pushed him back to the edge to hear you two talk about him like that.

A scoff left your mouth, and Jisung whined at the sound. You smiled at him before turning to Hyunjin, eyes dancing with mischief. “Make him do it again.”

Jisung came twice more without touch, the last one making him sob when it hit before Hyunjin decided it was enough. After helping you down, whispering praise into your hair and kissing your fucked out face, he walked over to Jisung and began to untie the ropes.

“I’m going to start a bath for the two of you after I finish this. Make sure you both go pee and grab a drink before meeting me in the bathroom.”

Both you and Jisung nodded, too far gone to try and respond. As you made your way to the kitchen to grab water bottles, Hyunjin squatted in front of his boyfriend. The ties were loose, allowing Jisung to slip out of them. Hyunjin grabbed his wrist, kissing the rope marks over and over.

“You did well, Sungie.”

Jisung smiled. The aftercare made it all worth it. Hearing how proud Hyunjin was always made Jisung float, feeling just how deeply his boyfriend loved him.

“But we’re not done.”

His smile dropped quickly, and even you were surprised at Hyunjin’s last remark.

That’s when he set the rules in place. They would end as soon as Hyunjin returned from his trip, and if Jisung followed them, he would reward him with anything he wanted for a full week, no questions asked.

All he had to do was not touch you, or himself, while Hyunjin was gone.

Simple, right? It was only two weeks, Jisung could easily go that long without touching you or masturbating. It would be a breeze.

Except for the fact that the simple thought of them set him on edge and made him angry.

Jisung accidentally ran a red light, not even noticing the color.

“Sungie?” You said, hand resting gently on his thigh. “You okay? Do you need me to drive?”

You probably thought he was just upset about Hyunjin leaving. Which he was; his heart already ached knowing he wasn’t going to be in bed with the two of you tonight. Knowing it would be easier just to say that, Jisung shook his head. “Just miss Hyunjin.”

You frowned and leaned across the console to rest your head on his shoulder. “Me too. I wish he could’ve stayed home.”

Jisung nodded, slowing down as he entered your neighborhood. “Can we snuggle tonight?”

“Of course.” You softly responded. “I don’t want you to leave my side ever, especially not tonight.”

He resisted the urge to sigh, wanting nothing more than to take you home and make love to you tonight. Jisung loved alone time with you, getting to make you feel good and make you feel loved all night long. You were his favorite girl in the world, and he would do anything to make you feel loved and special. Not getting to show you how deeply he cared for you in that way…

It was going to be a long two weeks.

//

Hyunjin kept his word, FaceTiming the two of you everyday. He sent pictures in the group chat of everything he thought was noteworthy, and bitched when things were slow and boring.

You were surprised when you went into your home office the first day he was gone to find a note taped to your laptop screen. You opened it to reveal a three page letter from Hyunjin, detailing his love for you in poems and doodles along the edges. He ended the note with a hint, saying there were letters hidden inside your office, one for each day he was gone to remind you of his love for you. So far, they were all the same in length, and each one made you cry without fail.

Jisung had found a similar letter tucked in his work bag. His letters were hidden throughout his home studio and car, each listing different things he loved about him and why. Jisung reread each letter everyday. They even smelled like him, making Jisung cry harder each time he read them.

A week and two days into Hyunjin being gone, and things have gone smoothly. You and Jisung took a day trip to a place you’ve been wanting to visit for a while, spending the day eating ice cream and sightseeing together. There was a firework show that night that you two stayed late to see, snuggling on the hood of Jisung’s car together under a blanket.

At night, the two of you would lay in bed together, legs twisted together and holding each other close as you shared stories of your day. Jisung ended every night with soft kisses across your face, reminding you of how much he loved you and how everyday he fell harder for you. It was something he’s been doing for a while, but something about those sweet words this past few days made you melt more.

He was doing good with the rules Hyunjin left, too. Every time he felt like he was going to pounce on you or wanted to touch himself, he would exit the situation immediately and take deep breaths. Sure, it still made him mad, but he really wanted to try and be good.

Three days before Hyunjin was supposed to get home, you woke up soaked. The dreams you had kept replaying in your mind, and all you wanted was for someone to fuck you immediately. Jisung had left early to go to the gym, so you took the opportunity to get yourself off before he came home. You found your vibrator in Hyunjin’s bedside table and shed your panties, immediately pressing the toy to your clit. You turned it up to the highest setting, desperate to feel some sort of release, but it wasn’t enough. Holding the vibratior in your nondominant hand, you pushed your free fingers into your cunt, going hard and fast to reach your edge.

You thought of the night before Hyunjin left, leaning against Jisung’s back as held you open with his cock in your ass while Hyunjin fucked your cunt. The way he would kiss you as he went hard, then find Jisung’s lips after yours. Both Jisung and Hyunjin filling your holes, Jisung’s hands around your throat while Hyunjin’s were in your hair as they reached their highs. The praise they both gave you for how well you took them, and the way they teased you when you whined as they pulled out.

“Does our needy little girl need us again? Can’t go a few seconds without a cock in both holes?” Hyunjin’s gentle touch on your cheeks with filth spilling out of his mouth had you speechless, ready to beg for more.

Even that memory, that still made you drip when you thought about it, only pushed you a few inches closer to bliss. Your fingers weren’t enough. Your toys weren’t enough. You needed more.

You dropped the toy, reaching to the other side of the bed for your phone. The line rang four times before he picked up.

“Hi angel, is this an emergency? I’m-“

“Jinnie.” The whine that fell from your lips was pathetic, but you weren’t in the headspace to care. “Need your help. Need to cum so bad.”

The line went silent for a moment like he muted you. You waited for what seemed like an eternity, especially when you’re this turned on, for him to return to the call. Just when you thought he wasn’t, the line clicked back on and you heard the sound of a door shutting.

“I have to be fast.” The clink of his belt made your heart soar. “I had to leave a meeting for this.”

“I’ll be fast.” Your heart was hammering against your chest as you grabbed your toy. “I'm so close, Hyunjin.”

“Can’t believe you would call me in the middle of the day like this. You know I have to work.” He hissed, the sounds of skin slapping echoing in the background.

“‘M sorry.” You weren’t. “Just need you so bad. Miss you so much.”

Hyunjin groaned. “I miss you too, angel. Miss the way you’re so good for me. Miss that tight fucking pussy, fuck-“

“Jinnie-“

“Mm, miss the way you whine my name, too. Sounds so pretty for me. Say it again.”

You moaned his name again, repeating it like a mantra. You quickly put your phone on speaker phone, dropping it on your chest to utilize your other hand. Instead of pushing your fingers back in, your hand fell to your breast, twisting and pinching them the way you liked. The added sensation made you gasp, whimpers louder than before.

“Pretty angel, you close?”

You nodded your head like he could see you. “Wanna-wanna-“

“Come on, baby. Cum with me.” His words and the way he grunted the command out finally sent you into a spiral. You came hard, relief washing over you instantly. Hyunjin’s moans, low and soft, told you that he finished alongside you.

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to regain your composure, the noise in the background of the call helping you focus on something. The curses he mumbled as you imagined he tried to clean himself off. The sound something turning, knocking against something else and making a solid thudding noise. His belt clinking as he buckled it.

“Are you in a bathroom?” You asked, breath finally steady enough to speak.

A flush confirmed your suspicions. “Yes.”

“Gross.”

“Where would you have preferred me to get you off? In the middle of the conference room.”

“Yeah, that would’ve been hot.”

Hyunjin scoffed playfully, the smile that usually accompanied it clear in your mind. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. When does your flight come in Thursday?” You got out of bed to clean yourself up and get ready for the day.

“Midnight. But don’t worry about coming to get me-“

“We’re going to.”

“Baby-“

“Not up for debate. Besides, you know Jisung would kill you if you told him not to pick you up.”

“How is he doing?” Hyunjin’s tone changed at the mention of his name, worry lacing it. “I called him earlier this morning, but he said he was on his way to meet Changbin.”

Your heart ached at his concern. Hyunjin never worried about how you held up when he was gone. Sure, you were sad and you missed him, but he knew you had multiple ways to cope with his absence. Seeing as you two were together the entirety of your college careers, both of you living on opposite sides of the country during the summers and studying abroad at different times, you two found ways to still actively love each other with distance in between you. Jisung didn’t experience any of that - he was just your goofy, cute friend in college. He didn’t know how you dealt with Hyunjin being away, or how you distracted yourself when the pain of him not being within reach was too heavy. Jisung was still figuring it out, and having a hard time doing so.

“He’s okay.” You answered honestly. “Changbin’s been dragging him to the gym a lot, which is a good distraction. We’ve been on at least five dates since you left, and have another one planned for tomorrow. He still misses you a lot, but we’ve gone from crying every night to every few nights so he’s making progress.”

“I hate doing this to him.” Hyunjin’s voice cracked, a warning that tears were about to start. “It’s so hard for him, and I don’t want him to hate me for it-“

“No.” You cut him off immediately, voice stern but gentle. “Jisung does NOT hate you for this, Hyunjin. He misses you so much it’s painful, but he also loves that you get to travel and work a job you actually enjoy. Jisung is so proud of you. Just last night, at dinner with Chan and his girlfriend, he went on and on about you and showed all the pictures you’ve sent. He is so proud of you, Jinnie. Even if it sucks, you can see how happy he is for you.”

Your boyfriend sniffled, and your heart shattered. “Thank you. I needed that reminder.”

“Of course. We’re so proud of you, and so happy you picked us to love.”

He chuckled softly. “How’s he doing with the rules?”

You fiddled with the shower handle, setting the water temperature as you spoke. “Really good, actually. He’s shown more control over himself than I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s good to hear. How about you? How are you handling it?”

It was a loaded question. The rules didn’t only affect Jisung, they affected you as well. While you still had the permission to touch yourself, the past hour proved how inefficient that method was to your end goal. And as much as you’ve tried to ignore it the past couple of days, Jisung was incredible at turning you without even trying. Everything from the tight boxers he wears around the house, to the way his lips wrap around a joint, to the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours made you soaked. There wasn’t a moment you didn’t want to jump his bones, and the fact that you weren’t allowed to made him even harder to resist.

You debated on lying. Saying everything was great. No, you hadn’t been suffering at all. Sexual frustration? What’s that? “It’s been hard.” You admitted. “I just miss the way his body feels against mine. It’s hard when he’s right there and I can’t get even a bit of satisfaction from him.”

Hyunjin sighed sadly. “I understand. It’s like a punishment for you, too, even though you did nothing. I didn’t mean to make it hard on you, too.”

“It is.” You agreed, then fell silent, listening to the way the shower water padded against the marble wall. This wouldn’t be so overwhelming, so frustrating if Hyunjin had given you permission to punish Jisung in his absence-

Wait.

“Let me punish him.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin responded, startled.

“Let me punish him. That way he’s still suffering from the consequences and I get some relief.” The idea wasn’t your best, but Hyunjin hardly ever said no to you. “It would work out perfect-“

“No.”

“What? Jinnie, why not-“

“I said no.” The tone he used was the same he used on Jisung when he was acting up. Never has he once directed it towards you, and it made you feel both ashamed and annoyed. “He has to learn how to behave.”

“But I can help-“

“What part of no don’t you understand? Jisung is not fucking you, you’re not fucking him, nobody is fucking anybody until I get back. The only person you can fuck, baby, is yourself.”

You. The good girl. The sweet sub. The one who always listens no matter the dom. Always so willing, so obedient, so compliant. So…good.

You, standing in the humid bathroom, shaking as rage coursed through your veins.

How dare he speak to you like that? Like you’re the brat? Like you aren’t always on your best behavior for him?

How dare he punish you with these stupid rules when you’ve done nothing?

“Do I make myself clear? You are not allowed to even entertain the idea of fucking Jisung until I get back. Got it?”

“Got it.” You said through your clenched jaw. You hope he heard how unhappy you were. Hyunjin needs to know what he’s doing to you is incredibly unfair.

“Good.” His tone shifted, becoming soft once again. “I have to get back to my meeting now. I love you, I promise this will be over soon.”

You said your goodbyes, promising to FaceTime tonight when Hyunjin was free. The call ended, leaving you alone to stir in the anger. You did nothing to deserve this. You would be damned if you didn’t get what you wanted.

//

Jisung spent most of the morning in the gym. Changbin was a welcome distraction - helping him stretch and find exercises that let the negative emotions flow out. He would’ve stayed longer if Changbin hadn’t cut him off, telling him to go home and rest before he injured himself.

It was hard to leave your side this morning. When Jisung’s alarm went off, and he felt your legs over his and your hair tickling his bare chest, all he wanted to do was to sink into the bed and never leave. He almost called Changbin to cancel, but knew his older friend would end up dragging him to the gym if he didn’t. Begrudgingly, Jisung had left the bed, you pouting in your sleep when the warmth of his body was snatched from you.

Leaving you in the morning was the worst, but Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to wake up next to you everyday.

You usually worked in the office on Mondays, so Jisung took his time getting home. He stopped for coffee, picked up breakfast, even took the long way home. The less time he had to spend in that empty house by himself, the better. It was too quiet when he was alone.

But when the garage door opened and revealed your car was still in its spot, Jisung was confused. Rarely did you miss going in on a Monday - it was the only day you were required to be in the office. What could have made you stay home today?

He was even more puzzled to find you on the bed, lying on your belly and facing away from the bedroom door. Your hair was damp, sticking to your bare shoulders. Legs shining under the mid morning light that leaked through the open windows like you had just applied lotion. You were completely bare except for a pair of panties. The sight of you had him cursing under his breath, unable to look away. It wasn’t because you were practically nude, or because he could smell your lotion from the doorway, or because you looked like a goddess underneath the sun. No, it was because of the panties. A simple pair; black satin, just sheer enough to show off the curves of your ass. The way they exposed just enough of you to make Jisung hard was divine, and exactly the reason why they were his favorite.

You hadn’t noticed he was there. He didn’t know if he wanted to make himself known. Jisung just wanted to stare at you - he wanted to memorize every inch of your body like this. The way your left leg was hiked up just a bit, revealing you clothed center.

The other thing Jisung loved about satin: wet spots were hard to hide.

And the one you had was large.

His sweats felt tighter, hand moving on its own to grab his growing cock. Fuck, you looked so pretty laid out like that. You were doing absolutely nothing and Jisung couldn’t even control himself. Thoughts of pulling those panties off of you, hiding them away so he could use them later. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel your body on his-

You shifted in the bed, rolling over onto your back. That movement was enough for Jisung to snap back to reality, quickly dropping his hand from his crotch. You saw him then, dropping your phone and sitting up on your elbows.

“Hi baby.” Your voice was cheerful, almost innocent, like you weren’t topless and Jisung wasn’t very obviously staring at your tits. “How was the gym?”

“Oh. Um-“ He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “It was fine. Why are you home?”

You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, and Jisung was proud that he didn’t jump on you right then and there. “Didn’t feel like going in today, thought I’d take a long weekend.” You sat up fully, moving to the edge of the bed by the door. Grabby hands reached out to him, and he knew he shouldn’t move; if he touched you, he wouldn’t be able to stop. But the pout you gave him and the way you were reaching for him had him moving without even thinking. Once close enough, you grabbed the hem of his shirt, moving him closer to you. “Wanna do something today?”

Your fingers brushed against his lower abs, the pressure behind the stroke too heavy to be an accident. Were you doing this on purpose? Were you testing him? “Maybe. I was just going to get high and play some video games, so my schedule is clear.”

“We can still do that.” Your voice dropped an octave, and at this point Jisung knew you were playing with him. “Wanna shower the gym off and I’ll roll a joint? Then we can watch a movie or something.”

Shower. Yes. Jisung needed to leave this room immediately. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He moved your hands off of his shirt, trying to not seem too eager to get away. “I’ll be back in like, fifteen.”

He rushed to the bathroom, slightly slamming the door behind him. Jisung leaned against the door and tugged his shirt over his head in a fit of frustration. What the fuck was that? You knew the rules. You knew what Jisung wasn’t allowed to do. You were the good little sub. Why were you acting like Jisung?

His phone pinged with a notification. With shaky hands, he pulled his phone out his pocket. It was a text message from you, to the group chat with him and Hyunjin.

You: [10:45] three more days!!!

Hyunjin’s response was immediate.

Jinnie: [10:45] i can’t wait. miss you two so much <3

Three more days. Okay. Yes. Jisung could make it three more days. I mean, he’s made it eleven so far, three more days shouldn’t be that hard? It was the final stretch, he could literally see the finish line. He could easily do this.

Jisung locked his phone and went to put it on the counter, knocking something off the edge of it. He bent down to pick it up and froze.

Your vibrator, still wet from being clean, laid on the tile floor and confirmed that you were in fact taunting him. Everything was red, and Jisung was no longer shaking with self control, but anger.

You were fucking playing with him, knowing he couldn’t react. Everything, from the panties to the lotion to the vibrator; it was all intentional. All a part of your plan to piss him off. Jisung would wager that even the text message was part of it - reminding him how close he was to succeeding. And you wanted to play? This close to his win?

Fine, then. Jisung would fucking play.

He took more than fifteen minutes in the shower, purposely drawing it out to annoy you. His skin care routine took twice as long, and he even took the time to shave and brush his teeth for a second time that morning. You were a good sub, but an impatient one, and Jisung planned to take advantage of that.

The steam followed Jisung out of the en-suite bathroom. He walked right past the bed to the dresser, purposely avoiding your gaze as he looked for a pair of boxers. You were staring, and he knew it. Typically when he leaves the bathroom, he usually walks out naked to find his clothes. It didn’t take long for you and Hyunjin to adjust to Jisung being nude all the time to the point that you almost didn’t notice it. But today, he had a white towel tied around his waist, hanging low on his hips. It was out of the ordinary, commanding your full attention.

Once he found the pair he was looking for, he turned around to look at you. “Finish the joint yet?”

Your eyes were fixed on his v-line and the way the towel just barely concealed his cock. Still, you nodded. “I was just about to light it.”

He nodded towards you, silently telling you to do so. Jisung watched as you slipped the brown stick between your lips, forcefully moving your eyes away from his form to light it. Once lit, you took a long drag, eyes closing in bliss as you exhaled. You extended your arm, offering him a hit.

Jisung walked over to the edge of the bed, and took it out of your hands, only to put it back between your fingers, the mouthpiece now facing him. He leaned in, lips brushing against your fingers as he closed around it, staring right at you as he inhaled. Once he had enough, he took it all in deeply before exhaling, blowing the white smoke all over your face.

When the smoke cleared, he saw your wide eyes staring at him. You had caught on. You knew he knew, and that he was playing back. Quickly your expression changed in an attempt to hide the revelation, but it was too late. Jisung gave you a lazy smirk before leaning in, lips brushing tenderly against your cheek.

“Thanks, baby.” Then he was gone, leaving the next move to you.

And move you did.

Once Jisung returned to the bedroom, you had put a top on. Granted, it didn’t do much; a basic white tank top that had been worn so many times it was loose and kept little to the imagination. After finishing the joint, you whined about being snacky before leaving the room to rummage through the kitchen. Jisung was surprised when you walked back in with two popsicles instead of your typical munchies snacks.

“The smoke made my throat hot.”

Jisung would have believed you if it weren’t for how you were eating the popsicle. The way you sucked on it was pornographic, and the sticky popping noises you made when you pulled it out didn’t help. It was a good move, he had to admit - he would have a hard time hiding how quickly it got to him. After a long suck, you popped the cold treat out, a bit of the juice running off your bottom lip.

His turn.

“Wait.” He said as you made a move to put the popsicle back in your mouth. Jisung closed the space between you two, then used a finger to swipe up the pink juice. Locking eyes with you, he stuck the finger in his mouth, licking it clean. “Got it.”

The cat and mouse game you played went on for the rest of the day. You brushing your ass against his crotch as you squeezed by the get something, Jisung letting out a loud groan as he stretched out. It had gone on far longer than Jisung had expected it to; he was convinced one of you would break before dinner time. But dinner came and went, and both of you were still going strong.

No, the breaking didn’t come until Hyunjin missed the nightly phone call.

Jinnie: [19:50] hey, something came up and i won’t be able to call tonight :( i’m so sorry my loves, but i promise i’ll call the second i’m free

You saw the text first. You and Jisung had retreated to the bedroom for the night, a movie that only he was really paying attention to playing, as you had opted to scroll on your phone. It made sense that you would be the first to see the text.

You sighed sadly before nudging your boyfriend. “Look.”

Jisung rolled his head to the side you were on, face slowly falling as he read the text. A wave of sadness rushed over the two of you - the nightly phone calls made Hyunjin being away so much easier.

“I mean, it sucks, but if he’s busy-” Jisung said sadly, eyes still fixed on your phone as you responded.

You: [19:52] :(((

Jinnie: [19:52] i know. i’m so sorry. the moment i get a chance to slip away, i’ll call you. promise

You huffed, tossing your phone to the foot of the bed. Sinking lower in the bed, you crossed your arms and pouted, glaring at the movie like it was the reason for the missed call.

Your reaction was…strange. Jisung couldn’t help but stare at you as you silently threw a fit. He was usually the one to act out like this, not you. This reaction to a phone call, plus how you’ve been acting all day… What happened while he was at the gym?

Testing the waters, Jisung put his arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest. “Hey,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “It’s oka-“

“No, it’s not.” You pushed out of his arms, returning to the pouty position you were just in. “He’s not being fair.”

Jisung paused the movie before turning back to you. “What do you mean, ‘he’s not being fair’? You know how unpredictable his schedule is on work trips-“

“He’s not being fair.” You snapped, eyes shooting up to Jisung. He had never seen you so upset about something so minor. “First the phone call this morning, then this-“

“Phone call this morning? What phone call this morning?”

You shut your mouth. You had said too much. It’s not like Jisung didn’t know you were masturbating - he was well aware of it even before he found your vibrator this morning - so it didn’t make any sense why you would not tell him about the call.

“What happened during the call?” Jisung asked, tone low and serious.

“Nothing-“

“Don’t lie to me.” The way he was speaking to you gave you the chills, your body suddenly cold. “Tell me what happened during the call that made you act like a brat all day.”

You could not tell him. You could keep Hyunjin’s words to yourself, keep the way he made you so mad a secret.

But first he told you that you couldn’t fuck Jisung, who was just as much your boyfriend as he was his, then this?

“I asked Hyunjin if he could end your punishment early. I asked if we could fuck. I just really want you, Sungie. I miss your touch and the way you feel inside me so much, and it’s not fair that I have to suffer because you couldn’t listen.” You didn’t look at him once you spoke, fixed on a loose thread on your tank top. “That’s why I kept teasing you today, and why-“

Jisung was the one who broke.

Never have his kisses been so aggressive, so rough, so needy. Jisung shoved his tongue into your mouth, swallowing the moans you released at the feeling. His hands grabbed your face, lowering you sideways onto the bed and climbing on top of you. Jisung continued to kiss you, tongue seeking out every crevice of your mouth. You grabbed his hair, pulling yourself up to push your body against his and deepen the kiss. He tasted so fucking good, the heat of his body against yours making you higher than the joint you just shared.

Jisung broke the kiss, messy lips moving to kiss your jaw. He kissed all the way up to your ears, nibbling on the lobe before sucking right below it. You gasped as he marked you, using his teeth to make the hickey more prominent.

“Sungie.” You moaned, back arching as his love bites started to become painful.

“I can’t believe it.” He said, moving lower to mark up more of your neck. This time, the suction was more powerful, skin tingling as he assaulted it with his lips. “All this time, I thought you were the good one.” Two marks down, he moved to make a third, right under your chin. “Turns out, you’re just as fucking desperate and bratty as me.”

You shook your head. “No, no. I’m good. I’m a good girl-“

“It’s hard to convince me of that when you’re fucking shaking from just a few kisses.” Jisung hissed. He bit your neck hard, making sure to bruise it before he moved on.

Jisung gripped your hips, pausing only briefly to think about how to handle this. He could move away; after all, there were only three days until Hyunjin came back. And technically, he hadn’t touched you yet. Hyunjin would excuse just a few hickeys. On the other hand, Jisung was fed up. He was frustrated with the lack of touch he’s received the past two weeks, frustrated with how you acted today, frustrated that Hyunjin had told you, their perfect angel, no.

Fuck rules. He didn’t care for them anyway.

He grabbed the hem of your tank top with both hands and proceeded to rip it open, letting the flimsy material fall to the side. He was tired of waiting. Tired of taking his time. Tired of being gentle.

He was going to fuck you like you deserved, and didn’t give a shit what Hyunjin thought about it.

Jisung skipped teasing your breasts and went right to pinching your nipples, twisted and pulling as he made more marks with his teeth across the swell of them. You cried out, nails digging into his scalp as covered you with bruises.

This wasn’t okay. You should stop him. You knew he should; he was so close to being so good, to getting everything he’s wanted. But you couldn’t even think about stopping him, not when his teeth pulled on your now sore nipples, the tugging of them both painful and pleasurable at once. Not when you could feel his erection against your thighs, rock solid and ready. Not when Hyunjin could see how good you’ve always been, and he still didn’t give you what you wanted.

If Jisung wanted to break the rules, fine. Who were you to stop him?

“Fuck, Jisung.” You cried as his teeth scraped down the center of your chest, landing at your panty line.

He tsked, right in front of your center for the first time in weeks. “Is that my name, baby girl? Who am I?”

“Sir. You’re sir. Fuck-“ you were dizzy already, soaked like you hadn’t come just this morning.

Jisung hummed in satisfaction. “What a good girl for me.” He mocked. You were far from good, and both of you knew that. His teeth bit down the hem of your panties - those stupid satin panties - and pulled them off of you. Once discarded, he saw no need to waste time, diving face first into your cunt like he was starved.

And he was, if you thought about it.

Just like his kisses, his tongue moved the same way against your pussy. He lapped up every inch of you, using his fingers to spread your lips open more. You were already soaked, had been all day, so it was no surprise that the sounds of his tongue against your dripping core were louder than they had ever been. Jisung alternated between using his tongue and using his teeth, gently biting on your clit when your moans were too quiet. He had always had a thing for pain; always had been more willing to hurt you than Hyunjin was. You loved the way he balanced it out, always making sure the pain he caused you bled into an undeniable pleasure.

His focus moved strictly to your clit, dark eyes looking up at you as he shoved two fingers into your hole. Jisung pumped his fingers in and out of you with so much force, you were being pushed closer to the edge of the bed. His palm smacked your pussy as he continued the harsh movements, refusing to slow down at all.

When he began to both bite and suck your clit, that’s when the tears began to fall. That’s when your edge approached rapidly, stomach tightening like a rope.

“Sir, more. More, need more-“

Usually he’d tease you. Make you beg and cry before he gives you more.

But that just seemed too cruel today.

Jisung stuck a third finger into you, moaning at the way your screams began to echo off the wall. He had never heard you this loud, this broken for him.

He pulled off your clit, wanting to watch you as you fell apart.

“What? Does my little pain slut like that?” He asked, voice practically a growl.

Your hands grasped his biceps, nails digging into him. Nose scrunching, he hissed at the pain, but refused to slow his motions down. If anything, Jisung fucked you harder, wanting to feel you more and more.

“Love it, love it, love it-“ you chanted, eyes rolling back as they began to leak with tears. “Cum? Please?” The question was broken between screams and pants, and you were surprised Jisung understood you at all.

“You better fucking cum. If you don’t, you won’t get my cock at all tonight.” He had to yell to be heard over your screams, and he fucking loved it.

He loved that you were just as needy as him.

So, you came. Hard. The dam breaking and absolutely soaking the duvet underneath you. Jisung didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, the pace not slowing down even a little bit until he was sure you were finished.

Your hands fell limp to your sides, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung pulled himself out of you, soothingly rubbing his hands up and down your sides. He knew you needed a moment to come down, a moment to prepare for what was next.

As he watched you, tear stained and panting, Jisung felt his heart swell with adoration. God, he fucking loved you. He loved everything about you, from the way you always laughed at his stupid jokes or how you played with his hair to help him fall asleep, how you always held his hand in public and gave him the sweetest little kisses on the tip of his nose. He loved when you used your forefinger and thumb to squish his cheeks, the teasing way you’d call him “Sungie” before pulling him in and kissing him. He loved the way you let him learn your body, guiding him as he figured you out and then letting him have complete control when he wanted it. He loved the way you learned his quickly, knowing just how to make him putty in your hands.

He loved you. Every inch of you, every piece of you, every single second spent with you. You, you, you.

Jisung couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you, to have Hyunjin. To be with both of you and to be overwhelmingly loved by both in such different ways. He never felt special - always thought of himself as mediocre, unneeded and unwanted. Then you two came along, with cheap beer and a pathetic excuse for a bet, and he finally felt like he found his place in the world. You two were his world, his everything, and he would never let a day go by where he didn’t show you both how much he loved you.

That’s why these rules made him so angry. Because he couldn’t show you how much he loved you while breaking you.

And that’s when his blood began to boil.

Jisung ripped his clothes off, unable to spend another second not buried inside of you. Your eyes had fluttered open, watching him as he stripped down. When his hard cock was freed, he heard your whimper and smirked.

“Oh, baby.” He whispered as he slotted himself between your legs. One hand caressed your face, moving the hair that was sticking to it away. “So beautiful.” He places a sweet kiss on your forehead, kissing in a line down until he made it to your lips. “Always so beautiful. Especially when you’re crying for me.”

Hyunjin had the audacity to tell him to behave. The audacity to tell him he couldn’t touch what was also his.

That just wouldn’t do.

Jisung adjusted your legs so your ankles hooked on his shoulder. You looked so pretty underneath him. Always so pretty when he got to be in charge of you. Hyunjin tends to forget that Jisung’s temper is shorter, and that while he can be such a good boy for him, he absolutely will not hesitate to ruin you. Especially after you’ve walked around the house in practically nothing, taunting him the entire day.

Jisung’s had enough of stupid rules for this lifetime.

His hips moved against yours, tip of his cock sliding up and down your silt. The whines you released were heavenly, and all he wanted was to listen to them again and again.

The idea hit him like a train, and before he could convince himself it was a bad idea, he snatched his phone off the nightstand.

Phone in his left hand, he used his right to grab your neck, applying pressure until your whines slurred into moans. Your hands found his wrist, holding him against you while bucking your hips up.

Smiling, Jisung opened his camera and hit the red record button.

He squeezed tighter, causing drool to roll down your cheeks and mix with your tears. He chuckled at your fucked out state - hasn’t even fucked you with his cock and you’re already such a whore for him.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

Before you could process his words, Jisung slid into you with no effort, and began his brutal assault on your pussy.

You would scream if you could. The pace he fucked you at was incredible, hitting every part of you and more. But the grip on your throat made it impossible to do so, raspy gasps the only thing escaping.

“Oh, look at you.” Jisung cooed, moving the camera closer to your face. “Jinnie’s little angel letting sir fuck her like the slut she is. Didn’t you just cum for him this morning, hmm?” When you didn’t respond, he let go of your throat to deliver a light slap across your face. “Answer me. Did you, or did you not?”

“Did, did, did-“ you whined, eyes rolling back until they shut.

Jisung chuckled before grabbing your throat again. “Couldn’t even wait for him to get home, making me break the rules.” He dragged the last word out, purposely mocking Hyunjin. As if this video wouldn’t piss him off enough.

When Jisung hit the squishy spot inside you, your eyes shot back open, hands scrambling to grip onto something. He laughed at your pathetic panic, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Going to cum again?” He said, hissing when he felt you clench around him.

Unable to speak, you nodded, digging your nails into his wrist.

Jisung chuckled, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Do it, angel. Cum, and I’ll give you mine.”

The camera moved to capture where the two of you were connected, and Jisung was so happy he decided to zoom in on it.

Especially when you screamed, squirting all over your bodies and the bed.

That alone made Jisung stop, moaning as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You were sobbing now, the overstimulation and feeling of his heat inside you sending you over the edge.

Jisung pulled out slowly, ending the video just as his cum followed his cock out of your core.

Collapsing on top of you, Jisung kissed all over your face, immediately praising you for how well you took him. You lied limp, only moving to hug him. All you needed was to feel him. To know he was here, and real, and that he loved you.

Jisung knew this. He knew how to care for you after scenes like this. So he kept you in his arms, praising you and kissing you, and not stopping until he felt your heart rate slow and saw your eyes shine again.

“There you are.” He whispered, stroking your cheek. “I was wondering when you were going to come back.”

Your bottom lip trembled, wanting to speak but being unable to. You stared at him, hoping he would understand what you needed. When he got off of you and immediately collected you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, you knew he did. He sat you on the counter and started the bath, filling it with bubbles. Jisung washed your face and cleaned you up as the tub filled behind him.

Once clean, he took you over to the tub, gently placing you in the warm water before getting in behind you. He tried to lean you against his chest, but you turned around, hugging him like a koala instead. Jisung giggled, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him.

You finally spoke.

“Never leave me.” It was a rough whisper, shaking with the emotions that had begun to flood back to you.

Jisung kissed the side of your head, refusing to do anything other than keep you against his body.

“I never will.”

//

Hyunjin felt bad for many reasons; missing the phone call tonight, putting those rules in place, telling you you couldn’t punish Jisung.

It wasn’t like him, and he hated it just as much as you two did, but he hoped you would understand.

Especially considering he just climbed into a cab at the airport that was taking him home to the two of you.

When his boss told him he could fly home early if he wanted to, Hyunjin had never packed a bag faster. This trip had been harder than the others, and all he wanted was to see his favorite people, hold them, and kiss them all over.

So that’s why he told you not to do anything, that’s why he couldn’t call tonight. He wanted to surprise you. He would make it up to the both of you in thirty minutes when he was finally home.

The ding in his AirPods alerted him of a text, and he felt zero shame on how quickly he dug the phone out of his backpack. It was the text tone he used for you and Jisung, and he could hardly contain how excited he was knowing he’d see you soon.

Sungie: [21:38] 1 Video Attached

Sungie: [21:38] sorry, jinnie <3

Eyebrows raised in confusion, Hyunjin tapped play on the video.

The first thing he saw was you, face covered in tears, sweat, and drool. The marks on your jawline told a story Hyunjin didn’t want to hear, the hand clasping your throat only making things worse.

Hyunjin felt his heart stop, anger rising to the surface as he took in the video, watching it over and over and over again. He stared at the way you broke, the way cum trickled out of you, Jisung’s slap to your face. His sweats grew tights as he played it again.

“Say hi to Hyunjin, baby.”

The cab driver stopped the car, and Hyunjin threw him whatever money he could pull out of his wallet before climbing out. The only light on was in the master bedroom, flashes of blue indicating that the two of you were watching a movie.

“Say hi to Hyunjin.” He scoffed under his breath as he unlocked the door, the scent of his home welcoming him.

He didn’t think there would be many chances to speak when he gets to that bedroom.

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