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braaan · 1 year

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In all the ways that matter (w/ Yunjin)

male reader & lesserafim yunjin

smut & angst & fluff (the one where you want more of what’s already yours), 6k words

Let’s be honest: you don’t deserve Huh Yunjin.

She’s an ambitious mishmash of love languages. But from the way she’s always including you in wishlists back to her parents in New York, how she’s always testing new big-stretch-and-yawn-at-the-movies level ways to get her hands on you, or how she’s going on her eighth permutation of pet names and emojis for you on her phone (it’s been POOKIE🧸🦷🤭💙 for the past 2 weeks — your longest running), anyone would guess that she was fluent across the board.

And that’s only while you’re pretending that looks don’t matter.

Because whenever it feels like you have to chalk up a point for Yunjin’s personality, one of her physical features always stops you at the blackboard.

Yunjin looks like she was grandma-knit: finished patiently and smoothed tender. Where skin would normally crease, Yunjin softens. And between the way her eyes sweeten into crescent moons when she laughs, how her lips always find a way to ease back into their permanent pout, or how perfectly her chin nestles in between your fingers, there was nothing about her that didn’t compete to be your favorite.

But all of them have to settle for second best.

Because your favorite thing about Yunjin is her eyebrows.

They waltz between well-learned battle lines on her forehead, stretching emphatically behind boundaries they know other features did not dare cross, because compared to the rest of her face, they’re bold. They explode from sienna to whiskey and hook insultingly fast, threading down to points so sharp that it only feels right to dot them at the end like exclamation marks, putting a megaphone to the stories that her eyes tell. Only on Yunjin’s face does softness ring loudly. Eye contact morphs into reverie, amusement magnitudes up into hilarity, and tenderness becomes love.

You think it’s unfair.

It’s unfair that the reasons you could fall in love with her are endless. It’s unfair that she can simultaneously make the world the two of you share both so tiny, special, and unreplicable and then larger than life, ever-expansive, and infinite. And it’s unfair that she makes doing all of this at the same time look so effortless.

It’s a high bar to clear.

But you try anyway.

If not to at least get close to the standard she sets, for the sex.

The two of you are practically asking for it the time you get caught.

Standing at the far end of a HYBE practice room, it’s all so fitting: under the only lit floodlight, her on her knees, your cock at attention inches from her lips, tension teetering above climax — Huh Yunjin was going to give you a performance.

She’s kissing at the bottom of your shaft, lingering half a second longer each time as she slowly makes her way up your length. She mewls, ad libbing your grunts with soft, venom-laced yeah?s.

“You sound so pent up,” she starts, thumbing your cockhead counterclockwise.

You give her bits and pieces of an affirmative response: you let out a forced breath somewhere between a grunt and an exhale, grip your cock tighter, and pinch one of her nipples with your free hand. She translates.

“Mmm?” Yunjin purrs. She runs the flat of her tongue long across your entirety, flicking up as she reaches the tip.

You’re gripping at anything you can to stay alive. Trying to keep the facade up that you can compete. You splay your free hand and grab at her chest, playing dirty; grasping for a reaction. She plays your game and picks up the rhythm on your cock.

“You don’t want to just paint my face right now?”

Your breath is hot on your lips, tight in your chest. You’re parrying, blocking, countering. You look deep into the pools of honey bourbon in her eyes. You’re falling into the abyss.

Who fights fair with a poisoned blade? Yunjin? Not with the tears dotting the corners of her eyes; not with the drool running down her chin. Her cheeks are hollow as she swallows further and further down your cock. Her lips brush the base of your shaft. It feels good. She knows it feels good, the way she’s looking back up at you; the way you’re groaning.

She raises her eyebrows.

You cum.

And despite all of the preposition, conviction building, and white-knuckle–steeling, you think, you don’t really ever lose. Because the moment you ride out your orgasm, it’s great.

You can’t compete. You kick off the cliffhanger and throw yourself into freefall. You see white flashes where there used to be color, and the tightness under your stomach evaporates into a vacuum: hot, and all at once. You can fully exhale and for what has to be a full minute, you die.

And as usual, after she makes peace with killing you, Yunjin brings you back to life.

She kisses the top of your cockhead before sitting back on her heels. Under the spotlight, sweat literally shimmering, she’s glowing, and she’s ethereal. Her tongue darts at the sides of her mouth before retreating, replaced by her bottom lip, equal parts pink and proud; satisfied and smug. She grabs at a small towel sitting next to her before beginning to clean up, dabbing at where you’d made a fucking mess out of her face.

But not before the door to the practice room opens. Your stomach shatters, and everywhere you just felt warm goes cold. A woman takes the empty space in the doorway, starts in your direction, and continues way too fast.

Your brain is instantly numb, and you scramble for something further than a stone’s toss away from the plot of a cheap porno. She slipped on her towel and grabbed my zipper on the way down! What do you mean Yunjin’s in this room with us? My COCK? God no, this is a thermometer that just looks a lot like- You don’t get far.

And before you try at reasoning that would effectively end you on the spot, the woman gets close enough. She yelps, producing a folder from behind her to try and shield you from any further consequences.

“Can you put-” she shakes her hands — folder and all — in your general direction, “everything away?”

Jolted awake, you scramble at your pants at your ankles, pulling anything your fingers brushed against in the direction you thought was closed. In hindsight, the zippers for your pants pockets probably didn’t matter much, but you zip those too, hoping the thought counted. Yunjin reappears next to you, the straps of her newly stretched tank top sitting awkwardly on top of her shoulders, now resembling probably anything else closer than they would elastic.

The woman gingerly peeks an eye over at the two of you and lets out a deep, full exhale. “Good, phew!”

“You would think we’d have that practiced by now,” she tuts, using what was once her plastic barrier to fan herself. She shoots a dirtier glare at Yunjin before turning towards you, and her expression visibly softens. “Oh! Same guy!”

And instantly, anything that would give off that she was disappointed just a moment ago dissipates, and is replaced by genuine admiration.

“I respect that you guys are trying to make the dating thing work!”

There were some things that practice wouldn’t get you used to.

See, when you and Yunjin first started dating, you expected a little bit of onboarding. A little bit of catching up to speed: When were her parents’ birthdays? Was she allergic to anything? What were her favorite movies? For extra credit, you’re even brushing up on the idol industry: How long was a comeback promotion period? What was an aegyo? — the usual.

But you’re still taking notes to this day.

(It’s a Saturday a couple of months ago, and you and Yunjin are snaking through the aisles of a thrift store.

“And Chaewon’s seeing them?"

Okay: Yunjin’s snaking through the aisles of a thrift store. You’re trailing behind her, making sure you connected all the right dots together.

“Nope,” she says, eyes scanning a tattered band tee. Then, equally nonchalantly: “Idols get horny, too. Dating just makes things messier than they need to be.”

There’s an expectant pause, then Yunjin turns to look at you.

“Not that that’s a rule or anything,” she adds, placing a hand on yours as if to close the lid on any implication that tried to escape. “It’s just not most people’s style.”)

‘Given’ was probably the word for it, you think. The idol industry collected teenagers at their most formative periods, and where others their age condensed pre-calculus and high school breakups, they learned choreography and how to introduce themselves across the language spectrum. When other kids’ hormones flared up and made them deal with acne, they were digitally edited, scrubbed clean, and hidden behind locked doors. An industry formed on cherry-picking highlights had to have a gnarly underbelly — what would be taboo had to be a given — and it probably only helped that everyone had to look like sex.

So you try to catch up and blend in. Try to not get hung up on how casually sex, drugs, and secrets are laced in sentences. Try to take what Yunjin says at face value.

Still, as her manager leads you through the lobby towards the revolving doors, and you’re bowing profusely as you try to apologize for what she brushes off as not the first time and very normal, there’s a certain edge about it all. Like no matter how airtight Yunjin’s grip tried to be, that you were fortifying a house of cards with pillars of paper mâché.

And it sure as hell didn’t help that halfway through the lobby, you trade greetings with her fake boyfriend.

There were some things that practice wouldn’t get you used to.

So get this: your girlfriend was going to be one half of a manufactured dating scandal.

She stood too close to another idol at a variety show, and online forum sentiment was eating it up (or something like that). There it was: a full page, in bold. All over social media. Yunjin, and the boy with the jawline and swoon-inducing eyes (not that you were jealous), everywhere at once, and on the tips of everyone’s tongue. The buzz brought eyeballs to her group debut, and what better way to snowball that momentum than to confirm it?

Yunjin just didn’t know that you knew yet.

And for your sake, it was probably for the better that she thinks her secret was safe. Firstly, because you don’t know how to feel about how you get the information. You were both at the pinnacle of industry — dating an idol — and at the mercy of it — cobbling together information from vague fan accounts, building a list of social accounts that got leaks right; irony never played fair.

And secondly, because you didn’t know how to bring it up.

Truth be told, you don’t know how to feel about it. You don’t know how you’re supposed to feel about it. You’re equal parts ruptured and reductive. Half of you thinks it borders on trust, and the other half scolds you for thinking that way: that you signed up for this, and don’t know how to compromise. Half of you imagines what they talk about when you’re not around: how far he’ll go to convince the public of a relationship, and the other half thinks you have no self-esteem for stooping that low.

All of you yearns for Yunjin. Because where there were all the things that you had to get used to, there were also the FaceTimes. The phone calls of complete silence when she just wanted someone to listen but was too exhausted to recount what practice was just like. The joy on her face when she told you that was going to debut.

Imposing would be selfish. She deserved everything she worked for, and you don’t even come close to par. Under it all, through the glitz, you see the Huh Yunjin that you fall in love with over again every single day, and she had too tight of a grip on your heart for you to break hers.

So you don’t bring it up, and wait for her to.

It’s quite literally pathetic the way notifications on your phone evoke a physical response out of you. Like it fires a neuron, you’re diving hands outstretched every time you hear it chime.

Sure, it hasn’t paid off yet — you’ve dropped literally everything to be greeted by promotional emails, pushes about the weather, and pings on the latest discounts — but you’ll hold your breath.

Though as you pick yourself up off the floor from familiar disappointment at another non-Yunjin notification, you can’t say that you’re less confused. And you’ve caught yourself multiple times today way too deep in somber tangents for some of it not to start sticking.

The loudest of them all stemmed from the fact that it felt like the answer was implied. That if there was nothing to it, it’d be easy to talk about. That if it was anything like the dating mantra, since it didn’t apply to the two of you, Yunjin would address it at face value.

And tautologically, because she didn’t, it wasn’t.

It’s the end of the week when Yunjin finally texts you.

have dinner plans tonight mister? :)

You draft two texts. The first makes you sound sixteen: obnoxiously sad about the state of affairs of literally everything. The second makes you sound sociopathic: blunt, deflecting, and not enough emojis. You send a third.

Nope! What do you have in mind?

Before long, you’re sitting on a blanket overlooking the Hangang. The sun’s setting, playing a global game of cat and mouse: light spills through the gaps in willow trees, gazebos, and construction, highlighting pockets of parkground with its blessing of orange-red. You’re where the surface area’s the largest, like the paper bowls of ramen didn’t anchor the blanket down enough, and the sun’s rays are what did the trick.

Or, technically speaking: bowl of ramen.

Because while Yunjin was three-quarters of the way finished with hers, sneaking bites in as she took breaths in between practically spoiling her next comeback, yours was virtually untouched. You made do with spinning the floating egg in your bowl dizzy.

“You know,” Yunjin starts, “you didn’t have to come out if you weren’t hungry.”

You look up at her. Her head’s cocked at an angle, piqued such that it catches sunlight. In the glow, she’s beautiful.

“I’m a big girl now,” she emphasizes. “You can tell me no. I might cry myself to sleep after, but — you know — in a big girl way.”

Her eyes curl up into tiny moons like they always do, and you give her a weak response.

It’s tightrope thin. Yunjin’s prodding, expecting you to riposte, poking at things she knows will get a reaction out of you; you don’t bite. You’re both expecting an answer. Your heart is jackhammering at your chest, and between the punctuation, in the offbeats, you want to yell. You want to find out if your house of cards is built on sand.

The both of you are walking back towards HYBE, along the scenic route that you always take, and only someone purposely oblivious would guess that everything was fine.

“Do you,” Yunjin perks up, trailing off, “not like the comeback?”

You don’t say anything.

“Maybe,” she pokes again, “you’re grumpy because I haven’t been texting you?”

You feel her eyes peek at you then retreat. In your peripheral vision you see her purse her lips, nod, and then smirk. You hear a tiny breath.

“Are you,” and she lets out an exaggerated gasp, “seeing someone else?”

“I know about your scandal, Yunjin,” you blurt out, and it's too fast for either of your own goods.

There’s a beat. You both stop walking. You turn her way.

“Your dating scandal — your fake boyfriend — whatever.”

Yunjin isn't great at hiding her emotions — her eyebrows give it away. You see her face gradient across shock, then consideration, before landing on shame. Her eyebrows knit, and she can’t meet your eyes.

There’s another beat. You can hear your heart thump in your ears, and despite the autumn at night, you’re hot. You’re searching her face for a tell, some semblance of an answer; anything.

You’re imposing.

And for the first time in the past week, you’re thinking of her. Of her today and her in the past. Of all the work she put in to get to where she wanted to be. Of what she had to give up to have tonight with you. Of all the nights before this, and the many she had to cancel abruptly because work came up. Of her being here now, and you selfishly making this about yourself.

You’re imposing, and it feels like shit.

“I’m-,” Yunjin starts, voice shaky.

You look at her, and there’s tears pooling in her eyes.

“I didn’t know how to bring it up,” she continues slowly, and then the surface tension breaks. She shuts her eyes tight, and then she’s crying. “It’s in the contract we signed. It helps our comeback.”

You hear the Huh Yunjin that you first fall in love with. Before the glitz, before she had to pretend like she was an adult-

“I don’t know what to say.”

- before she had to hide anything from you.

(The two of you are in front of the HYBE building, and she’s giving you shit for how messily you eat. It’s a late spring, and Yunjin’s hair is shoulder-length and cherry oak. You’re missing a lecture on the pigeonhole principle, and she’s dodging her manager — sea salt ice cream was seasonal, after all.

“How did you get it on your nose?” She chides you, dabbing around your mouth with a scrunched napkin. “They should have you give your I.D. to see if you can handle a cone instead of a cup. Nine-year olds can do this better than you.”

“What if you don’t debut, Yunjin?”

You were always good at telling it like it was, even if you had to disregard social tact. But you had a point. Yunjin was going on her third trainee year, and internally, it didn’t look like it was going to be her last.

There’s a couple of beats before she softens.

“I don’t know.”

It’s a side of her that really only you do. Under the spunk and the character she has to amplify, there is fear: that she’s taking too large a gamble, that she’d be perpetually behind if she didn’t make it, that it’d be safer if she just did what everyone else was doing.

She can’t meet your eyes, and she’s fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“I just think things tend to happen for a reason,” she says, with more resolve than you expect. “And I don’t think it’s worth it to question it deeper than that.”

“How much of that is because you’re scared of the answer?”

There’s a pause, and the implication is clear.

“Do you always hate to have just a cute, fictional moment?” You look down at her, and she’s expecting it, staring back at you, eyebrows knit, lips in an exaggerated pout. “We can’t just — I don’t know — kiss and end things on the high note?”

You break, and let out the unflattering start to a laugh. She’s deflecting, and you know to let it go. In your heart of hearts, the two of you know that you’re both right. That there’s fear in uncertainty — a lot of it — but also hope. That big payoffs don’t come if you don’t gamble it all.

You lean down and kiss her on the nose.

She’s staring at you as she walks all the way back through the revolving doors, a smirk across her lips, and the unmistakably blue speck of sea salt ice cream on her nose. She’s yelling, letting you know to let the rest of your face have some ice cream, too.)

And you’re staring at her, wishing this time was half as picturesque. She doesn’t have the words; she doesn’t have to. Asking the hard question was your thing. She’s pleading, frantically, and her watery eyes are beckoning. You want to tell her that it’ll all play out, that things happen for a reason; you don’t have to — that was her thing.

Under the soft, streetlamp glow, you see the Yunjin the public doesn’t — the uncertainty, the gamble, the fear. You hear the desperation in the dark days; the resolve, unconvincing yet unabashed, that what was far out was not so; the throughline: that if she pretended to be convinced, maybe you would, too.

You see the Yunjin you love, and you’re so fucking whipped.

You thumb the tear trailing down her cheek. You’re defeated, and it bleeds into your voice, but never going to pass on hitting where it hurts. “What happened to changing the idol industry?”

She chokes back a laugh through tears. “Okay,” she starts, and through the sarcasm she tries for — and how muddy it was between sniffles — she’s glad to hear your voice. “It’s the goddamn industry. What am I supposed to do in the debut video: admit defeat? Who’d watch that?”

“Sorry, it’s just — all of it — so dumb,” she adds for good measure, swiping at her eyes.

Hanging in the night, in the words unsaid, in between the watery sarcasm and the tension quickly evaporating, it’s clear. The two of you resolve a silent conversation. You’re punctuating her apologies with eye rolls, and she wants to hear you say you love her, but she knows that already. You say you don’t deserve her, and she calls you stupid.

Tears hot down your cheeks, you’re both laughing now, bouncing off of each other. And then, into the what’s next of it all: “I can try to get out of it,” Yunjin says.

It’s cathartic and real, and should disarm you.

But you say no.

Down to your cores, you and Yunjin were infinitely kindred. Intertwined forever, etched in the books of fate with permanent marker. You were after each other's hearts, molded from the same cosmic clay. You had each other in all the ways that mattered, and that would never change.

The last stop on your train home is when you get the notification.

are you headed home?

And in the moment, you catastrophize. It was in the middle of the weekend of her comeback. What was she thinking? Did something happen? How far were you away from HYBE?

But even if you played the same situation back a hundred times over, there was no way in hell you’d get to the conclusion that Huh Yunjin was in your foyer, behind your door, and wearing what didn’t leave much to imagination.

“Yunjin-” you try and start, before you’re kissed quiet.

Her hands are on top of yours, leading, as you smooth down the creases of her vanilla crop top and run your thumbs down her body. Your fingers are fluid, filling the divots, tracing along the lines, running the valleys of muscle in the flat of her stomach. Between bouts, as her lips linger inches away from yours, for a moment uncaptured, you breathe in air nonvenomous, and try to grapple with it all, scrambling for something to hold on to before your brain short circuits.

You’re sinking, and you don’t know how to wrestle rights from rudimentaries. Yunjin’s eyes, glazed over, zero in on yours, and she kisses you again. Her lips are sweet and have a bite to them, yours smack as you swallow the venom thick on your tongue. She pulls away, you come up for air.

Standing in the soft, orange-yellow glow of light from the room adjacent, you see the Yunjin the public does — the siren, sultry and seductive: her eyes, soft, malleable, and unassuming — how she could convince you that your name was something else entirely if she looked at you head on — her lips, venom-laced and tantalizing — how she’d push the agenda.

Except this time, you’re finally lucid, and you see the parallel. In the muscles — impressive in the light, but meek at the same time, like it split moments in the spotlight with softness — in the eyes — perpetually provocative, but infinitely innocent — in the perfect unattainable. Everything is polished, nudged purposefully in its direction. It’s all artificial, doctored, and done up.

Huh Yunjin is a product of industry, and you were going to fuck it out of her.

Yunjin’s smirk dismantles as you rip your hands from her grip. It completely falls apart as you pull her into you face first, thumbs across her cheeks. And as she tries to pull back, you’re keeping her where you want her, kissing into the poison. Her hands grab at your chest; at your dress shirt, half foregoing permission, pulling buttons apart, and half to steady herself as you move your dance deeper into your living room.

You’re leading this time, and as your knees bump brown velvet, you’re able to rasp: “Yunjin, on the couch.”

“How do you want me?” she whispers, breath hot on your lips.

“Legs apart.” You push her into the middle seat, and her hands are working at her shorts. There’s an audible zip, and they’re on your hardwood.

And as you’re kneeling down into the negative space in between Yunjin’s thighs, in the seconds, sultry and slow-burn, you catch a glimpse of her face. Spread across the finger in her mouth, eyes half-lidded, and eyebrows upturned, you think you see anticipation. Like you were going to rip Yunjin apart, and — straying away from what she was taught, coloring outside the lines — she might let you.

You test the theory: you take her into your mouth.

And you don’t think you’ve heard an exhale more pained.

You’re generous — lapping at her heat through lace, grazing against her clit — and with variety — kissing her inner thighs, nipping at skin. Yunjin’s sensitive and unintelligible.

“Fuck,” she manages to get out, her hips bucking, searching for more of you. One of her hands tries to meet you where you are, to pull her panties to the side, to feel you on her. But you redirect her to where you want her to be: your free hand on her wrist, you lead her up her chest. And though reluctantly, she translates. Together, you’re undoing buttons, palming the fullness of her breast, and flicking at the hard bud of her nipple.

Eventually, you give Yunjin what she wants.

You’re cradling her thighs around your forearms, and at the angle you have her, suspended, supported by the small of her back, you swear she yelps. You draw her underwear to the side, and then Yunjin’s squealing. She’s whining, she’s so wet, she’s raking her nails at your scalp. Your mouth’s on her cunt, drawing long across her folds, tonguing the alphabet over her clit.

There’s this moment. She’s arching, thighs hooked tight at your arms, on her tiptoes. You poke your tongue into her heat, there’s a high note, and then Yunjin’s cumming in your mouth.

And as you coax her through it, tongue flat, letting her ride your mouth, you’re sharing a gaze. Morbid curiosity can’t stop her from peeking at the mess she’s making, and you want to see what it looks like to kill a goddess.

“Fuck,” Yunjin repeats, like it’s the only word she knows, as you lick your lips. Her head’s tucked into her chest, and the orange bask she’s painted in is competing with the blush sauntering across her cheeks.

“You’re so-” she starts, dodging your eyes, kicking out gingerly at you.

“Mm?” you beckon, easing yourself in between her legs, undoing the button at your pants, freeing your cock tenting at the fabric. “I’m so?” you press again, tugging her panties off, soaked beyond belief.

And how you have her under you, top unbuttoned, hanging off her shoulders, how she can’t meet your eyes, it’s apt. Like she’s disarmed. Like under the layers of polish and practice, purposefully put away; under the glitz, the expensive everything: multisyllabic and most likely mispronounced; under the spunk, in her personal space, when she wasn’t allowed to deflect, Huh Yunjin was naked, and like putty in your hands.

All it took was your mouth on her cunt.

And she sure as shit didn’t need to say anything to you to admit it. It’s hard to miss, the way she’s folding her legs behind your waist, the red across her cheeks deepening.

“Think about your answer,” you quip for good measure, and with your cock hovering inches away from her pussy: “I’m going to fuck you now.”

And truthfully, the confidence is more for you than it is for Yunjin. It’s far from your first time, but every time you slide your cock in Yunjin’s cunt, it’s like everything around you takes a collective deep breath. Time becomes measured in fractions of a second, and you’re clairvoyant and hypersensitive. The head of your cock pushes into her pussy, and it’s hot.

You inhale a breath, picking up the sex in the air.

You swear your vision inverts. There’s white where there used to be color.

You catch the entirety of Yunjin’s mewling, as she goes from fuck, please, and your cock into falsetto. She’s mixing your name with untranslatables.

You feel her fucking cunt.

Teeth gritted, you’re pairing hard and soft. You bury your length in her, the front of your thighs slapping the back of hers, and kiss her lips tender. You only taste Yunjin, and you kiss her like she’s lifeblood. It’s sweet: her lipstick, her taste still on your lips, the breaths you’re sharing. And as Yunjin breaks for air, you’re whispering in the negative space, breath hot.

“Yeah?”

And she’s nodding her head, uncontrollably. Agreeing to anything you put forward, before you even asked. Anything that kept your cock in her.

“You’re-” you try again.

Your hands wrap around her midriff, her hands wrap around your wrists.

“You’re such a-”

God, her fucking cunt.

Except you need to hear it. You want to hear her say it, airtight, with no room for implication to escape.

“Yunjin,” you finally manage, and then in whole: “You’re such a good girl for my cock, aren’t you?”

She’s nodding her head, mumbling. But that wasn’t good enough for you. You’re hilting, deep in her cunt, and steadying yourself, curling a hand around her neck. “Yunjin” — a little louder — “answer me.”

Her hands around your wrists tighten, and she lets out this moan. Like she’s trying to give you the answer you want, and frustrated that she can only whine. Finally, through the untranslatables: yes, yes, all for your cock-

But that wasn’t it. Your fingers are pressing into her throat, and you’re pounding into her, wet all over you; imprinting her into the sofa. “Yunjin,” and it’s dark. “This is all you want, isn’t it?”

And she’s doing everything she can to convince you. She’s pushing herself into your length, grabbing at your hands, and through eyes half-lidded, staring deep at you. To show you she can compete, to show you just how good she was — just for you. And through your grip: “Yes, fuck. God, yes — this is all I-”

But it’s not what you want to hear. You’re riding the line. You’re biting your tongue bloody. Yunjin’s cunt is suffocatingly tight against your cock. Your grip’s white-knuckle on her skin. You shut your eyes tight. You know what you wanted to hear.

“Your other boyfriend can’t give it to you like this, can he?”

And you spend all the luck that was supposed to last you this lifetime, because in a moment of lucidity, you pull out. But immediately after that, you’re left to your own devices, and of course, you cum.

It’s hot, and you feel like a rubber band twanged across the middle. Like everything tight is wrenched out of you, and then let go, left to ricochet on your spine, springing back and forth. Your ears are ringing, your toes are curling; you’re letting out an orgasm so deep, you’re only saved by the fact that your eyes are closed for half of it.

And as you stir, blinking vision back into your eyes, your brain coming back to center, you’re thinking back, and you realize what the fuck you just said.

Yunjin’s meeting you where your eyes are at. Your brain’s numb, her jaw’s frozen in this half-scoff, lips untouching. She raises her eyebrows, giving you somewhere between what the fuck and intrigued. It’s expectant. You opened this up, she’s saying, now what?

You’re standing in the sand, and your house of cards is crumbling. You’re toeing where you expect the line to be, can’t find it, and don’t need to look to know it’s long behind you. Your chest is tight, and the implication is still in the air. You’re scrambling for something: something to walk it back, something in between the lines, anything to drive a stake through the premise and kill it entirely.

Yunjin is less patient. She ventures into the unknown, since you won’t. “Has this been about that the entire time?”

“Yunjin,” and you’re honest, preemptively reaching your hands out to her. “I don’t know why I said that.”

You’re looking straight into her eyes, completely wide. Her eyebrows pinch, and there’s a couple of beats. You know you should take them, to fill in the blanks; not to let the implication linger. But before you do: “I thought about my answer,” Yunjin starts, lowering her fingers to where you left yourself on her stomach.

And only after she runs her forefinger across her tongue, only after she cleans it of cum: “You’re so good, and no one can give it to me like you do.”

Spread across the bite in her lip, eyes half-lidded, and how she’s staring at you through her lashes, the implication’s crystal. And you would probably literally short circuit, if not for the second wind that was Yunjin licking you off of her fingers as she doubled down.

It all crescendos. She’s flipped over, and you’re pounding her into the couch, half to punctuate any sentences that implied she wasn’t completely yours, and the other half because her cunt was still so goddamn tight. The upholstery’s harmonizing, the hardwood exhaling on her offbeat.

You’re gripping Yunjin’s hips, bottoming out in her cunt at an angle, pulling her back into you. And she’s writhing, whining, taking your cock deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she’s saying, and it irks you a little more than it should.

“Yunjin,” you spit, and you’re pressing your thumbs into her skin. “Shut up and take this dick like a good girl.”

And when you’re both pressing the buttons-

“Who else can fuck you like this, Yunjin?”

no one no sorry so sorry all yours this pussy yours you fuck me so- so hot when you’re jealous

“Yeah? You want me to? You’re such a good girl for me, baby,”

yes so good only for you so messy all over your cock fuck cum in me cum in me please i’ve been such a good girl please

- the gray area might as well be a chasm.

Because after you cum inside her, Yunjin drooling over your sofa, breath shuddering, leaking all over your cock, you have a mountain to climb. Physically — how you’re crumpled over her, exhausted, entangled — emotionally — how you’ll both put a cap on this in its entirety — and all of the rest of the above.

You’ll wait for her to bring it up.

Yunjin’s wrapped in your dress shirt, two sizes too big, and her head’s on your chest. Nothing short of Herculean, you’re in bed, and under polyester.

“He has a girlfriend, you know,” she says.

“Huh?” you manage intelligibly.

“My scandal.” Yunjin motions under the sheets, like the word needed air quotes. “Cute little thing. Works at an animal hospital. Always the loudest voice in the fanchants.”

You’re stunned, and don’t know what the right line of conversation is. “How are they taking it?”

“Probably makes their sex hotter, too.”

Dating made everything so much messier than it needed to be.

Two weeks after their comeback, the scandal breaks.

The official post is tame, but knowing netizens — a look at the comments confirming your suspicions — they’re feral. It’s a collage of three photos that look like they were taken from fifty feet away, but unmistakably of Yunjin an arm’s length away from another figure. They’re on a blanket overlooking the Hangang; she’s cuddled up in one of your hoodies, two sizes too big; and in the third photo, enlarged in post for emphasis, Yunjin’s nestled in his arm, selling the relationship pretty goddamn well.

You open an alt account and leave a hate comment.

LET’S BE HONEST HE DON’T DESERVE HER 💀💀💀😭😭😭

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jiingyuans · 8 months

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nsfw | reader has a dick | cw for semi-public sex, me forgetting what terms to use for the whole divination thing and winging it

while fu xuan has admittedly used the divination commission to fulfill her own selfish needs on rare occasions — taking a nap on one of the tables in the early mornings before work hours started, or using the divine foresight to see if her favorite sugary treats will be on discount while no one's looking, she had never expected to use it like this.

fu xuan's body was pinned against the large wall, she was held up by your arms that hooked over the back of her knees while you had a tight grip on her waist. scrolls of paper and boxes being the only thing hiding the two of you away from any potential onlookers.

her tights were torn, giving you easy access to her pussy as you pumped your dick in and out of her. she bit at her lips as she tried to stay silent, occasional whispers and hearty moans slipping through. one hand barely covering her mouth, fu xuan reaches the other one out over your shoulder, nails digging into your back for some sort of stability.

her legs shake from stimulation, drool slipping from her lips as she grunted with each thrust, eyes rolling back as you angled your hips just right and hit her sweet spot.

“ngh, ah— mm, fuck, ah—!!”

oh, this was truly humiliating. for the master diviner to unravel like this in such a public space, moaning like a cheap whore with no regard for her status nor dignity.

“quiet down,” you told her, though your thrusts barely slowed — if anything they increased in speed, “you wouldn't want anyone to hear you, master diviner?”

your mocking tone and suggestion made her whine, cunt tightening around you as she tugged at your hair. you got the message, and leaning closer you slotted your lips against hers, swallowing her moans and cries.

as you both came closer to your orgasms, your thrusts began to pick up speed and force. one hand coming to her limp leg, you pushed it further up until it hit her shoulder and reveled in the way she seemed to sink deeper onto your cock with the angle. fu xuan threw her head back, drool on her chin and tears running down her cheeks as her headpieces began to thump against the stone wall.

“please—please, oh, i'm so— ah— so clo—se!” fu xuan cried, in between unreserved moans.

fu xuan felt her body heat, body covered in a thin layer of sweat as she squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm took over. the moan she let out was shameful, a near scream with its pitch. her moans quietened as you finished in her, pressing chaste kisses along her neck and shoulders.

small breaths escaped the both of you as you leaned your head against her shoulder, your hands coming up to rub at her hips. fu xuan straightened and pushed your head away, and with you still inside of her cunt she slowly began to grind; slow, exhausted breaths still escaping her but a challenging smirk on her lips.

“how about one more? the stars have foretold that we have another— ah, hm.. 30 minutes of peace.”

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star-xxx1 · 1 year

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can you do a dark!g!p!step-cest Natasha Romanoff x f!reader? Please

Attitude.

Stepsis!Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: G!P Natasha, Dark Natasha, crying, dub-con, forced blow jobs, fingering, dragging, swearing, arguing.

A/n: Being used by Nat >>> This is really bad and quick. Not proofread. :)

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"I am so done with your shit! Your attitude is disgusting!" Natasha screamed out, waving her hands in the air, frustrated. Ever since your mum and her dad left for town, you had been arguing with each other, at even other throats contanstly. Around 5 small petty agurments a day. This time, you had upset her by refusing her touch. She was very quick tempered and domineering, plus she had been very touchy lately.

"Natasha, I am really sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, more tears falling freely.

"You say that all the time!" She seethed. "Oh, I am so sorry, Nat. Please forgive me," She mocked. "You're pathetic y/n."

"Natahsa, please, I really mean it. I am really sorry!"

"You know what? I am done with your shit." Her voice was firm and cold.

"W-what?" You breath hitched, scared at what she would do next. Natasha grabbed your hair, you hand a flew to the back of your head, trying to pull her hand away. She pushed you to your knees harshly.

"Ow!" You whine out the impact hurting your knees. Natasha laughed as she tightend her grip.

"Stop with the whining bitch." She spat in your face. you whimpered fresh tears welling up.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me."

"Natasha, please am sorry." You begged.

"Sorry isn't good enough." More tears came rushing. You really wanted Natasha forgiveness.

"Nat-" Before you could finish talking, Natasha unzipped her pants and let her shaft spring free.

"I can't resist you y/n. You're so cute. So lovable," You looked up to her with wide eyes."Get to sucking baby girl. Show me how bad you want me to forgive you." She slapped her cock against your cheek signaling for you to open up. She shook your head no.

"Nu-uh," you refused. her lips twisted into a cruel sneer. "You're playing hard to get, huh? But you know you can't resist me." You shook your head again. "Y/n, do you think I have time for this shit?! Open up!"

You refused once more. "Fine, you wanna be like that." She let go of your head with a shake and pinches your nose. You tried your best to keep your mouth sealed, but the lack of oxygen was getting to you, Natasha smeared her precum all over your lips with her pink tip, teasing you. Eventually, you opened up a little bit just to get the slightest breath off air, but Natasha was fast. She shoved her cock down your throat and let go of your nose. She grabbed your hair again to make a makeshift ponytail.

Natasha body trembles from pleasure as she sits there in your mouth. You bashed your hands on her thighs, struggling to breathe and get custom to her shaft. You looked up to her with watery eyes, mascara running down your cheeks. Her voice is rough, almost hoarse "Don't you fucking dare try to play innocent with me. You're a born slut and you love it. I can see it in your eyes."

Natashas breathing becomes ragged as she slams herself deeper inside your throat "Mmm...you feel so fucking hot. So wet. My dirty little cocksucker. Such a nasty little whore. Such an obedient little bitch. And you love every second of it don't you? Every single moment." You shook your head no. Gagging and spluttering around her cock as she fuck you throat as if it was a personal fleshlight.

"Good girl." She moaned. Using you harder and faster. Tou drooled a mixture of spit and cum down your chin and onto the wooden floor. Her grip tightens further as she cums hard, shooting hot ropes of sticky white liquid deep inside your throat. Your cheeks bulge slightly as you struggle to swallow every last drop without gagging. After what seems like forever, she finally releases you, panting heavily. You lay there on the floor, holding your chest, heaving for air.

"So good doll." She said before picking up your leg. She started dragging you into the living room. You screamed and cried, body jumping as you landed on the couch. she looked at you hungrily, licking her lips seductively. "I want more." she says firmly. The redhead straddled your legs, pinning your arms above your head. You writhed under her, begging her to let you go.

"Natasha no please!"

she laughs darkly. "No?" she asks mockingly, staring at you with an evil glint in her eye. "What if I say 'Yes?' What then?" she teases playfully, pressing her body against yours. You quickly shook your head no. She chuckled. "Oh yes, baby, let me show you what real pleasure feels like."

She smirks as she watches you struggle to free yourself from her grasp. You're trapped between her powerful thighs. The way she grinds her hips makes it clear how much fun she has in mind. She whips out a pocket knife from her Jean pockets.

"Woah!" You shouted eyes widen eyes.

"Don't worry, princess, I am not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to." She twisted her head to the side, tracing the knife down you breast valley. She smiles wickedly, slicing off your shirt and tossing it aside before ripping open your trousers and underwear simultaneously. You feel cold air rush across your exposed skin as she stares intently at you, hearing the knife clank on the floor. "Now now," she coos softly, running her fingers along your inner thighs gently. You softly cried, whimpering her name over and over again.

Natasha kissed your cheek affectionately. "Shhh shhhh It will all be alright, darling." She strokes your hair lovingly, whispering soothing words. "Just relax.. Relax..there there..." her voice becomes soft and gentle, almost hypnotic. She runs her hands over your chest and stomach, stroking your hair lovingly. "Mmmh, you're so cute when you cry so helpless," she purrs out.

She moans loudly, rubbing her hand over your chest as she continues exploring every inch of your body with passionate intensity. "Such soft skin," she murmurs. "And such sensitive spots" trailing light kisses down your neck and shoulders. "So perfect for fucking." She moves her fingers down to your clitoris, circling it gently, feeling the wetness build between your legs "mmm you're so wet. You like this, don't you?" she teases, looking at you list blown eyes. "Is this what you wanted? A weak little girl who can't even defend herself?" She giggles devilishly, squeezing your breast.

"Nat stop, please." You moaned slightly the pleasure building up.She continues teasing you mercilessly, rubbing her finger tips over your sensitive clit while fingering you slowly. Your breath becomes heavy as you struggle to keep quiet. "Please, what? Please stop?" She says mockingly, enjoying every second of your suffering.She giggles darkly. "Ahhh, but you can't stop me." She slides two fingers inside you slowly, thrusting them in and out forcefully. "Come on, come on, baby." She looks up at you expectantly, waiting for you to enjoy yourself.

She presses her thumb against your clit firmly, rubbing it rapidly while continuing to finger-fuck you ruthlessly. "That's it cum for me, baby," She whispers encouragingly, licking her lips hungrily. She smiles wickedly, watching as your body tenses up in pleasure. "That's right, come for me, baby." She thrusts her fingers in deeper, hitting your g spot perfectly, sending shivers down your spine. You cry out her name slowly, succumbing to the pleasure.

"Natasha!" You cried out at the pleasure. Repeatedly, bringing you close to climax. "Just one more push, and I'll make you cum all over my hand." She was so eager to taste your. Teasing you with her fingers, bringing you close to the edge. "Tell me, who do you belong to?" She looks up at you, her eyes dark and menacing.making your body shake with each thrust.

"You!" Your back arched off the couch. She smiles wickedly, feeling your muscles tighten around her fingers.

"Yeah, that's it. Come for me, baby. Feel the ecstasy." She grins darkly, watching as you writhe around in pleasure. She watches as your body tenses up, and you release in an intense wave of orgasm. You scream her name one final time, your whole body shuddering as you climax. She pulls her fingers out slowly, spreading your juices all over her hand and licking them with a satisfied smirk. Natasha enjoys the sight of you laying there panting heavily, unable to move or speak. "Good girl," she says softly, reaching forward to stroke your hair lovingly. "It's okay now, relax. Just lay back and enjoy the afterglow." She gives you a soft kiss on the kiss.

"Am so proud of you. Let me take care of you now. You are forgiven, baby." She cooed into your ear. You were hers now, and you couldn't deny it.

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sugarbcnes · 1 year

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SINTOBER

★ NOW SHOWING SAVE YOUR TEARS !

☆ starring ellie williams ( cameo by abby anderson )

☆ contains ! DACRYPHILIA ! taboo + dark (ish) content. crying kink. face fucking. ! FREE USE ! “trading”. slight bondage. all acts are consensual. lower case intended and femme afab reader. MDNI — BRAINROT

“you care about your friends right?”

you hum in agreement and nod as you looked up at your brawny girlfriend through dark lashes, tear drops collecting on the tips.

“you like to help your friends when they’re feeling down, yeah?”.

you nod again.

“ellie’s your friend, isn’t she?”.

a soft whine elicits from your throat as you play with your hands.

you nod.

yes. ellie was your friend. ellie had always been such a good friend to you. holding doors open for you, taking care of you at parties, giving you free weed.

abby smiled, a hand passing over your head as she placed a kiss in its trail.

she was also a good friend of abby’s and abby loved to help her friends out when they were feeling down. ellie being no exception.

“good girl. now,” she turned you towards ellie, who stood in your front doorway, “you know what you have to do.”

the trade off had only happened once before.

as abby and ellie blew off some steam over some smoke together, abby made ellie an offer she couldn’t turn down.

“so done deal? you get to use my girlfriend to ‘blow off steam’ or whatever the hell you said and i get discounted weed?”.

ellie hesitated, pondering for a moment before she put out her cigarette in the ashtray.

“deal.”

“come on, baby,” she gripped your head tightly in her hands as she fucks your throat with her cock.

the pearly cum of her previous couple of releases was smeared all over her thighs as well as your chin and the corners of your mouth.

you stare up at her from the floor, your knees bruised from ellie pushing you down and being knelt for so long. she had your hands bound behind your back tightly with black leather cuffs, having full control over your movement.

“you can go deeper than that baby, come on,” she grunts.

you shake your head and bounce on your feet as if to say ‘no’.

“i’m not seeing any tears, pretty girl,” annoyance laces her tone as she cocks an eyebrow, “that obviously means i haven’t gone deep enough then, yeah?”.

she let out a soft moan in satisfaction as she hears the gags that leave your throat as she bullies it with her strap.

it’s such a pretty sight.

your nose presses to her pelvis, make-up running down your face in streams, lip gloss smeared with her cum and your drool.

her tattooed hand cups your cheek softly, thumbs brushing at the delicate skin under your eyes. she feigns sympathy and you begin to cry as her eyes darken. you know that look.

“that’s better,” she rasps, “good girl. keep going like that and maybe i’ll let you cum next.”

you were in for a long night.

𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 @ 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 [ do not: i. copy, repost, translate or modify my work. ii. copy or steal my themes ]

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 7 months

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Paring: Chan, Minho, Changbin, Jisung x Female Reader

Genre: Dark Romance

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Imagine this - after gathering the strength to reveal your innermost desires to your partner, he astonishingly rises to the occasion, committing himself to transform your wildest dreams into reality. Even if that means sharing you with three of his best mates.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ Anal 😨, oral sex 😜 unprotected and protected Sex 🫠, edging 🫣, blowjobs 🧐, come OMG there is so much coming 🤪 degrading language (because who doesn’t love a good shaming) use of the word Slut/whore/cum slut A LOT!!! There are some very darks sense and references in this fic so please proceed with CAUTION ⚠️

“Listen to me, my little cum slut”, he growls as tears run down your face, drool running down your neck as you gasp for air as he yanks your head back by your hair.

“You’re going to show my friends a good time. Yeah.” He presses his lips to your ear, nodding in agreement that you loved to be used. It’s been a dream of yours to have multiple men fuck you at once; this was a fantasy you often shared with Chan, who’s never been one to share you with anyone. He is selfish, really, and only wants you for himself.

“You can please them as much as you want, my little slut…. But if I see you so much cum for any of them…. It’s game over, you understand me…. This cunt belongs to me” he grabs your pussy it placates in his hand. “My little cum slut only….cums…for me” he squeezes it tighter, making your body shiver in response.

“B-but”, you quiver, the feeling of his fingers brushing your clit, making your body feel so aroused that at any moment you could explode.

“No buts, my little slut….you will hold out for me” he presses his lips to yours as he removes his hands from your soaking cunt. “ and if you don’t, I will drag you out by your hair kicking and screaming and beat your ass black and blue” his voice is low and raspy.

Nodding your head and looking up at him through your dark lashes, he kisses your lips. “Good girl,” he whispers, dragging you into the living room.

“Gentleman…. She's all yours”, he shoves further into the room.

“On your knees, y/n,” he says in a Stern voice obeying him, you kneel down, putting your ass on the heels of your feet.

“She’s a good whore isn’t she?" Minho says, using his knuckle to caress your cheek, whipping away the tear that falls down your face.

Minho goes to take a seat on the couch and unbuckles his pants, pulling them down so they sit at his ankles. “Crawl to him”, Chan commands. Not sure what the other two have installed for you, yet you gulp before crawling over to Minho.

“I want you to suck my cock with your pretty mouth” he pulls your chin up, your make-up running down your face from the session you had just finished with Chan.

"Y-yes," you say, shaking. You lick your lips before spitting down his cock to get it nice and wet. Wrapping your mouth around his top, you slowly start to move down his shaft.

“Oh fuck….her mouth is like heaven”, he groans as Chan lets out a chuckle, almost like he has told him and Minho didn’t believe him.

You halt when you feel hands pulling down your cum-soaked panties. Chan made sure to mark you before anyone got started. “I’m going to fuck that tight ass”, Changbin announces. You can see Chan wiggling uncomfortably in his seat. This would be hard for him to watch his best friend about to fuck his girl in the ass.

You begin to deep-throat Minhos' cock as Changbin circles your ass with his fingers. Pushing one inside to stretch you out, “Relax for him….remember what I taught you?" You do as Chan says and relax your body, not entirely sure if that comment was actually meant for you or state a claim to Changbin to let him know that he had fucked your ass long before he got there.

Changbin lubricates his fingers with your pussy juice before he spreads it across your ass, sliding one finger in and slowly spreading you out for his dick.

“Holy fuck”, you moan, pulling away from Minhos' cock. Salvia now runs down your chin. Chan gets up from the chair and walks over as your body shivers. Minho briefly steps out of the way. "Breathe.... just like we practiced.... Through your nose,” he runs his hands through your hair, collecting it all, pulling a hair tie off his wrist, he ties the hair up so it’s out of your face. Giving Changbin enough time to lube the condom on his dick, Chan looks up and nods to Changbin, who places the head at your entrance. You and Chan have performed anal a couple of times since being together; he was always gentle with you. Changbin pushes his head in. “That’s it…..you are doing so well”, Chan says, brushing your bottom lip, his eyes flicking down to your tear-stained cheeks.

“Fuck, you look beautiful”, he whispered as Changbin slid himself deeper into you. He stands to allow Minho to sit back down. Taking Minhos' cock into your mouth, you moan as Changbin slides in and out of you.

You feel a set of fingers slide over your pussy lips, and you let out a moan. “Do it again, Han….the whore likes it” Han uses his fingers to spread your lips, making you grunt as Minho shoves further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. “You are so tight, Y/N", Changbin moans as he thrusts balls deep inside your ass.

Han is now slipping two fingers inside your throbbing pussy. “Don’t you fucking dare y/n” Chan reminds you of his threat, but you just feel so full.

You moan into Minho's cock, forcing him to release his warm cream down your throat. “God….that was amazing,” he moaned as his body slumped on the couch. Minho closed his eyes for a brief moment before he freed your mouth.

You gasp, now purely focused on Changbin and Han. “I’m close,” Changbin moans as your stomach clenches, trying to stop the rising orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N”, Chan growls, causing a shiver to crawl down your spine.

Chan takes a seat in front of you. “Look at me.” He tilts your chin up as he leans away from your face.

“Only me”, his voice was low and raspy.

“Fuck”, you hear as you feel Changbin thrust one last time before he realises he is inside his condom.

“She’s all yours, buddy," he says, slapping Han’s shoulder.

Han lines himself up before pushing his head inside slowly. "Fuuuuccck", he groans. “You are so tight.” A high-pitched squeal escapes your mouth as he pushes deeper inside you.

"Y/N," Chan said, grinding his teeth. He knows you sound better than anyone and can tell you are so close.

“I’m S-sorry…..I’m S-so close” You can barely speak as you fight the urge to come all over Jisung's cock; he is pumping, hitting your G-spot perfectly.

“Jisung, hurry up before I rip you off of her”, Chan growls, and he starts to pump into you faster.

“Don’t even think about coming inside her either," he spits. Jisung pulls out and flips you onto your back.

"Breast or stomach?” He says, pumping his dick in his hand.

“Stomach,” you say in panic as the head of his cock pulses and his warm nectar hits your stomach.

“Good….now get out,” Chan says, pointing to the door. “All of you out NOW!” he shouts as they grab their clothes and exit the living room. Chan stands staring down at your body, his lips parted slightly as he takes a deep breath.

“You look so fucking good, my little cum slut”, he smiles.

“Please….I need more,” you plead with him, knowing it’s never worked, but you will still try in the hopes that it will work.

“Here, wipe the cum off with this”, he says, pulling his T-shirt off and dropping it into your stomach.

You glide the shirt along your stomach, soaking up all the cum, while Chan gets undressed. “You are such a good girl”, he praises you, making your pussy flutter.

Chan kneels between your legs. “How many?” He grins, not sure what exactly he’s asking you to reply. “How many?"

“Orgasms”, he leans down, now hovering over your body, his fingers slowly tapping your clit. “Maybe 2…or 3”, he kisses your neck. “I don’t know what you think you deserve, baby” he is so fucking hot when he’s like this, your body tingles.

“P -please “ is the only word you can get out before he kisses down your stomach and is now kissing your thighs, making sure to suck and lick each side.

“So what will it be?” You know he won’t start until you tell him your answer, trying to think you say the first number that comes to mind.

"Three," you whisper, your voice barely audible as you feel a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. Anticipation consumes you as every nerve ending in your body comes alive with the promise of what will happen. With a deep breath, you slowly move your hips, savouring the moment, relishing in the build-up that seems almost tangible. The room is filled with electrifying tension, the air heavy with desire. Each movement becomes bolder and more assertive as you surrender to the passion that consumes you. Your heart pounds in sync with the rhythm of your hips, as if it, too, understood the significance of this moment. And as you finally reach the peak, a wave of satisfaction washes over you, leaving you breathless and exhilarated. The power of that simple word, "three," has ignited a fire within you that burns bright and will continue to fuel your desires.

'There's my girl' His tongue dips deeper into you then he sucks your clit while licking your lips apart. “Spread your legs wider”, he groans as he spreads your legs so that he can reach your core with his tongue. His fingers trace around your entrance, teasing you and making you want more. You arch your back as pleasure courses through your body, and your toes curl up in pleasure. You feel your body tremble as you surrender. His breathing gets heavier as he moves deeper into you. His lips and tongue move faster, sending you over the edge as you climax.

“One”, you moan; you know Chan loves it when you count the number of times he makes you cum.

“Mmmmmm……good girl”, he praises, humming as he kisses your body.

Spreading your folds with his fingers, Chan kisses your neck. “You are my little cum slut…..you serve me.”

“Only you”, you moan, arching your back as he inserts one finger inside you. Your body rolled against his finger, craving more. He kisses your jawline as he smiles.

“I want you to scream my name as I fuck you tonight” he curls his finger inside you hitting your g spot, making you gasp.

“O-oh Chan”, you moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head; after all this attention, your body is screaming for another release.

“Louder”, he groans, inserting another finger inside. Chan was not into exhibitionism by any means. Still, he knew his friends would be on the other side of the door listening to you come undone under his touch, and you knew that screaming his name while his friends listened would be a turn-on.

“CHAN…please!” you scream as you grind against his fingers.

“That’s it…..cum all over my fingers like the good little slut you are” he drives his fingers inside you, curling them as your body shakes in pure pleasure.

“Oh god,” you call as you start to see white specks in your vision.

“I think you mean Oh Channie.” He grins, kissing you, slapping his arm playfully, and you pull away.

“You are so funny,” you say sarcastically back at him; it was moments like this that you loved most; it was the simple jokes he made right after he just gave you the best orgasm of your life that made you fall in love with him all over again.

“You look exhausted.” Chan lightly brushes your hair away from your face.

As exhaustion takes over your body, you struggle to open your eyes. But even with your energy drained, your heart skips a beat as you look up at Chan, who tenderly caresses your cheek. His gentle touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but melt under his affectionate gestures. His soft lips brush against yours as he leans in, planting delicate kisses that make you feel warmth and longing.

“How about…..I'll take you to our bathroom…..I clean you up…then I’ll carry you to our bed, and we can finish this another night.” He smiles, knowing he’s pushed your limits for today.

"Like you owe me an orgasm?" Chan playfully teases you as he seductively places his hands under your hips and lifts you up effortlessly. Feeling excited, you eagerly wrap your arm around his neck, adjusting your hold to secure your balance.

“Yeah, baby…. I'll owe you an orgasm.”

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The Devil's Advocate - Chapter 8

Pairing: Delinquent!Noah Sebastian X Pastor's Daughter!Reader

Summary: Noah is a delinquent with a lot of anger at the church. You're a pastor's daughter plagued by moral perfectionism, charged with overseeing the community service he's been sentenced to complete. You've never encountered true temptation before. How will you fare up against Noah, who not only isn't bound by the same rules of purity as you, but actively scoffs at them?

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Angst, smut if you squint.

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Authors note: Nothing too exciting, just wrapping up the events of last chapter and setting up for the events of this one. Dream sequence is loosely inspired by the sleep paralysis demon fic called Simply I Am, phenomenally written by @throughwoodsanddirt and @rottingfern

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Noah couldn’t get it up. Perhaps it was everything he’d had to drink that night. An attractive brunette—she introduced herself as Brittany—was on her knees in front of him, palming him over his jeans while his head spun.

It might have been the beer. It may have also been the liquor. It probably wasn’t the weed—that usually increased his sexual response.

It could have been that the girl in front of him wasn’t you.

God, you were so perfect. And he was fully aware that perfection didn’t actually exist and that you most certainly had flaws, but there was something about you that screamed perfection , and he wasn’t about to fight with it.

Your red dress in particular was sinful tonight, and not sinful in the way where you were showing too much skin or were in any way immodest, but sinful in the things he wanted to do to you while you wore it.

He wanted to see you on your knees in it, eyeliner running down your cheeks, lipstick smeared down your mouth, sobbing up at him while he painted that fucking dress with his cum.

What was wrong with him?

He had no control over his thoughts when it came to you. And Noah was not in any way a pious man, but the lust he felt for you made him want to be one if only to escape from the fucking snare you unknowingly, unintentionally laid out for him.

God!

He leaned forward, lovingly caressing the chin of the woman in front of him. Saliva drooled down her parted lips as she stared innocently up, placing unearned trust in him. He guided her mouth to his, tilting her head back and forcing saliva into her dripping mouth and down her throat as if it were a gift to her.

Why did he treat people like this?

Well, he knew the short answer—because they wanted him to.

She licked her lips, humming in satisfaction and smiled up at him.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, and he had to force himself not to roll his eyes because what the fuck was that?

You had roasted him for wanting to be called Daddy in bed. He huffed out a laugh. Brittany thought it was because he was pleased with her, and he wished that were the case, but it wasn’t. He was only half-present with her.

Fuck, he loved it when you roasted him. He desperately needed to be humbled by you. He’d do anything to have you do it again.

Anything except text you back. Or go to church. Or put any effort into forming a relationship with you because he was a fucking terrified little bitch who couldn’t get over himself to save his life.

“Thank you, Brittany. You’re dismissed,” he muttered and oh , did she eat that right up.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, fucking curtseying before exiting the room.

Another satisfied customer and he didn’t even have to get his dick out.

He had gone to see you that night, but he didn’t stay. He’d peeked through the doors, caught one look at you all dressed up on stage, and immediately panicked, hiding by himself on the edge of the foyer, back to the wall while you nearly brought him to goddamn tears with your hymn.

He left halfway through the song, unable to stomach any more of it.

Noah is a stoic person. He prefers it that way. Throughout his life, he’d offer people brief glimpses into his psyche through his music or his lyrics. Never too much though—he’d cover it up with layers upon layers of metaphor and allegory, sometimes going as far as making up entire false stories to throw people off his trail so they couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t.

Which is to say he’s not exactly the best at letting people in.

You would demand to be let in, and that terrified the shit out of him.

It was unfortunately, not something he was ready for. And he hated that it hurt you—he really did. He hoped you’d understand and forgive him eventually.

He’d try, though. For you, he would try.

And that started with avoiding you while he got his shit together.

________

Stepping under the shower was like a spiritual experience for you, except this time, you were washing off the filth of the church.

You were done with it, you’d decided. For as long as you could be. Obviously, your parents would make you attend whenever you visited home over summers and holidays, but as far as you were concerned, you’d had enough.

Isaac was really something. He knew your stance on reproductive rights. Or at least he should have, if he’d been paying any attention.

You squirted a dollop of shampoo into your palms and rubbed them together, creating a lather for your hair.

You hadn’t exactly been quiet about your feelings.

Okay, yes. You hadn’t always been the staunch defender of reproductive rights that you were today. There was a time several years ago that you, Isaac, Ava, and many other members of your father’s congregation had loaded onto a bus and rode to Washington, D.C., where you participated in the annual March for Life.

You’d had the same views on the issue as Isaac and many other church members—you felt that all innocent life should be protected, viewing abortion as murder.

It wasn’t until Stevie had sat you down and patiently explained to you the harm that the pro-life movement has caused that your views started to shift. Since then, you’d been vocal about your concerns, but had always been shut down by church leaders. They never wanted to answer your questions or hear you out on the matter.

With the shampoo lathered and rinsed, you turned to the conditioner—it was your favorite. It smelled like coconut and argan oil and left your hair feeling silky smooth.

A banging sounded from the other end of the communal bathroom. You recognized it as someone coming through the door. Actually, it sounded like several people.

“And he said he was busy?” one of them asked.

“Yeah,” said another voice. “He had some event or something he had to go to tonight, but he might be free later.”

“What about Jolly’s party?”

Your ears twitched at the mention of Jolly and you stilled, pausing in the middle of reaching for your loofah.

Someone scoffed. “I’d rather not. I’m getting tired of Noah.”

You inhaled sharply.

“That’s not what you said the other day Madison,” someone giggled.

There was a brief pause in conversation. You leaned closer to the shower curtain to hear what was happening, old mildew that clung to it stinging the insides of your nose.

“He texted me again tonight, but I told him I was busy.”

“Shut up. You did not.” Whoever was speaking sounded positively scandalized.

“He was hot at first, but he’s too needy these days.”

“Girl, no way. Every other person alive would be dying at the chance to sleep with him. He’s so hot.”

“You can have him then,” said the other girl—Madison. “I’m getting a little tired of the whole tortured musician act anyway.”

So that’s where Noah was. Probably at a party, hooking up with some random girl since the one he was after had passed on the chance.

You laughed softly and bitterly to yourself, hoping not to be overheard. Of course.

A clearer picture started to form in your head. The pieces began to fall into place. Noah had never intended to come to your showcase. He’d probably only said that to get you to trust him. Then once he had his fun, he was done with you.

He’d been so convincing. That night after his show when he’d comforted you? Or that day in the freezing rain? You could have sworn he truly cared, but maybe he was just way more convincing than you had realized.

Why had he only stopped at phone sex? Why wouldn’t he have gone all the way?

Maybe because he sensed it would take too much time and effort to convince you to lose your virginity.

You sank down into a crouch, hugging your knees to your chest.

Was it really all just pretend?

_________

You allowed yourself one night to cry—you’d earned it, and you’d give that to yourself. Cry, you did–big, heaving sobs that had you clutching at your blankets and screaming into your pillows. Ugly, messy weeping. The kind you knew would result in your growth, which is why you welcomed it, wandering down the hall with your swollen, tear-stained face on display to steal toilet paper from the communal bathroom, since you’d used up all your tissues.

It was humbling, and it was profound.

Cathartic. You needed a good cry like this, because whether you liked it or not, Noah had changed you and for that you were grateful, but now he was gone. The lessons he gave you were real, but the motives behind those lessons had all been fake, and that felt like a massive loss.

That wasn’t the only thing you cried about, however. You grieved your faith. It wasn’t gone—not completely at least, but it was slipping through your fingers. All the physical tethers you’d had to your faith—the church, the choir, your father. Isaac—they’d been severed. Tainted with trauma and cruelty.

What were you if not a Christian? You still had a deep sense of spirituality and a connection to the divine, or so you thought. But you didn’t know what it meant anymore, or how to express it. Was the divinity you felt connected to the same God that you learned about in the Bible? Or was it something else entirely? The confusing thoughts swirled through your head, overwhelming you.

Perhaps you didn’t have to answer all those questions tonight. You’d settle for grieving your losses.

You cried until you fell asleep, and when you woke up, you cried again.

It was Saturday morning, and you were meant to monitor community service again, but one look at your big, red, puffy eyes in the mirror and you knew you were in no state to be seen in public.

You doubted that Noah would show his face, but you didn’t want to give him the opportunity. You sent a group text to both Noah and Nick telling them that community service was canceled that morning, and then, with nothing better to do, you went back to bed and allowed yourself to cry some more.

________

Something moved between your legs. Something big and warm. You thrashed, trying to kick off the sheets that had become tangled around your thighs. “Shhhh, just relax,” soothed a deep, familiar voice. Long nails caressed your outer thighs.

You finally managed to free yourself, throwing the sheets off you and were met with Noah’s face looking up at you from between your knees. He wore the same blackout contact lenses and demon horns from Halloween, but something about them looked more convincing.

“Noah?” you asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Shhhh,” he said again, delivering a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your center, bathing it in warmth. You arched into his touch—it was so welcome.

“Wh…whaat…,” you began but found yourself unable to speak as he lapped at you.

“That’s it,” he murmured, punctuating his sentence by nipping at your outer thigh. His teeth were much sharper than you expected. “Give yourself over to it.”

He hooked his arms under your thighs and dragged your body to him, digging his claws into the soft flesh.

“Yes,” you breathed, panting as he sucked and licked and kissed.

His arms found purchase on the mattress and he crawled up your body, licking up your torso as he went.

“Isn’t this worth it?” he asked, devilish grin consuming his face.

You blinked, and both your wrists were above your head, held down by one of his massive hands. Feebly, you struggled against his hold, no match for his strength.

“This is what you wanted, Angel,” he said, one long, pointed nail stroking softly down your cheek while his face hovered above yours. His breath smelled deathly sweet, as if you could get drunk on it.

Bending down, he licked at your mouth. You chased the kiss but he kept his lips just out of reach.

“Want to taste?” he asked. Whimpering, you nodded.

He dipped his tongue out of his mouth, not close enough for you to reach with your lips, but just close enough you could run your own tongue over the tip of his. It was just as over-sweet as his breath. You strained against his hold pathetically in an attempt to deepen the touch, but he was too strong.

“Now, now,” he taunted. “Don’t get greedy,” he said, grinding himself into you and you whimpered. “You have to earn it.”

“Tell me,” you begged, trying in vain to lift your hips up into him and achieve some much-needed friction against your dripping core.

“I need you on your knees.”

Without warning, Noah was no longer on top of you, but standing in front. You were not in a bed, but in a dark, barren room. Instead of Noah holding your arms above your head, each wrist was shackled to chains that hung from the ceiling. You were naked, knelt before him.

He wore all black, matching his eyes, nails, and horns, and he stood over you menacingly.

“That’s right,” he said, voice having switched from soft to booming. “Bow before your god.”

_________

You awoke with a start, bolting up in your bed. It took you a few blinks to recognize that you were indeed in your room, not…wherever that was. Your breaths came out in rapid succession, tears welling up. Frantically, you swiped at your eyes, wiping the cascading droplets away as you tried to steady your breathing.

You hung your head, pressing it against your knees and swallowing thickly.

It was just a dream. But an awful one that left you feeling even more fragile and tender than you’d been last night.

A loud knock sounded at the door. Swiping at your forehead, you found a clamminess that hadn’t been there before. You wiped your hand over your sleep shorts, trying to get your bearings.

The knock sounded again. “Hold on,” you called. You slid out of bed and into a pair of fuzzy slippers, checking the small makeup mirror on your desk and noting the red splotches at the end of your nose and around your eyes. You didn’t want to be observed in this state, but it was probably Ava at the door, and you could really use her warmth and kindness.

You padded over to the door, opening it slowly to find not Ava, but a different set of bright eyes paired with a wide smile, which fell as soon as he looked at you.

“Nick? What are you doing here?” you asked, taken aback by his presence.

“Wanted to check on you,” said Nick, eyes scanning over your face. “You okay? Can I come in?”

You peered around the doorframe to see if he was alone and then moved aside, gesturing for him to enter.

When he did, he took a moment to observe your dorm.

“You don’t have a lot of decorations,” he stated, looking back and forth from Stevie’s side of the room to yours. Stevie’s was hung with loads of artwork from her friends, photos from home, small figurines and a collection of pretty rocks she’s collected while on hikes.

Yours was bland. Bare. Not a single photo or piece of art.

You used to have decorations—Bible verses in pretty fonts and photos of you with various family and members of the church. Friends from Christian school. But you’d taken them all down and stuffed them under your bed the previous night in a fit of rage. Looking at them felt like a painful reminder of the oppressive nature of your religion.

Nick turned around to face you, raising his eyebrows when too much time had gone by without a response from you.

“Yeah, I, uh,” you started, swallowing hard. “I guess I’m in the middle of redecorating.” You twisted the tie on your cotton shorts nervously.

Nick’s eyes ran down and back up the length of you. “Nice shirt.”

You looked down. He was referring to the racecar shirt. The same one Noah had teased you about. Thinking about him brought another wave of emotion up, though, so you shoved those feelings back down as quickly as they arrived.

“Thanks,” you said, shifting your weight from foot to foot, before ultimately deciding that you were too tired to be anxious, so you went back to your bed and crawled on top.

“You can sit,” you said, gesturing to the chair at your desk. He didn’t hesitate in pulling it up to face you and planting himself on it.

“So,” he began, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “What’s up?”

You looked around the room, feeling warm under his imploring stare. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“You canceled community service,” he said. It was a statement, not a question, and though his voice was soft, it held a sternness that had you feeling on edge, as if in asking the question, he’d chucked a ball into your court and now waited to see what you’d do with it.

“I did,” you volleyed back to him. Zero serving Zero.

He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why?”

You shrugged. A non-answer.

His tongue poked out between his lips and he tilted his head to look at you. You avoided his gaze, leaning back against the wall and crossing your arms. As tense as the situation was, it offered a welcome distraction from your feelings.

“You left after your solo. The program said you’d be singing in the choir, but I didn’t see you.”

You took a deep breath in through your nose, feeling your nostrils flare out upon the exhale. Noticing tightness in your jaw, you worked to relax the muscles.

“Isaac and I had an…ethical disagreement,” you said.

Growing bolder, Nick slipped his shoes off and kicked his feet up to rest on the edge of your bed, using the leverage to tilt himself back on two chair legs.

Your eyes flicked down to his feet, wrinkling your nose at the sight of his stained socks and he wriggled his toes tauntingly.

“Are you sure it’s not because someone didn’t show?” he asked, continuing to wriggle his toes.

“Can you get your stinky feet off my bed?” you asked. It was a lie. You couldn’t smell his feet, you just didn’t want to answer the question.

“Nope,” he said, emphasizing the last consonant with a pop .

You leaned forward to push him off, but he was too quick, whipping his feet out of the way and slamming the chair back down on all fours with a loud giggle. You resumed your position against the wall and he did the same, crossing his heels as they rested on the edge of the mattress.

Sighing, you allowed it. His taunting was doing a better job breaking you out of your sullen mood than you’d managed to do on your own.

“It really was because of Isaac,” you said. “I didn’t like the charity he picked.”

Nick nodded. “I was wondering about that. I didn’t donate anything, you’ll be glad to know.”

The corner of your mouth curled up, despite yourself. “Good.”

He looked at you more seriously. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

You curled your fingers around your comforter, tucking your lips in between your teeth while you waited for the right words to arrive. “I’m assuming you aren’t referring to the charity,” you said, feeling your mouth fall into something that resembled more of a pout.

He nodded, waiting patiently for you to go on.

You let your head fall back to thud against the wall.

Nick was sweet. You hadn’t thought so at first, but after hearing how he had treated Ava, you realized he was a much kinder and more considerate guy than you’d initially judged him to be, and the fact that he came all the way over here on a Saturday morning just to check on you was definitely unexpected.

When Isaac had done it after Halloween, you were certain it was to chastise you for your behavior. And sure, perhaps Isaac did care for you a little bit, but he was far more concerned with keeping you in line.

Nick was here only to help, out of the kindness of his heart. You at least owed him a little bit of the truth.

“He didn’t come,” you said, hoping that Nick could pick up on the disappointment in your tone so you wouldn’t have to tell him exactly how it made you feel. If you talked about it too much, you’d start crying again and that was the last thing you wanted.

“I know,” he said softly. Soothingly. Sympathetically. “I’m sorry.”

You pulled your knees up to your chest and hugged them. “I had a feeling he wouldn’t. But for some reason, I held out hope.”

Nick said nothing, giving you space to continue.

“Did he say why?” you asked.

He chewed on his lip, picking a piece of lint off the leg of his pants before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. “He’s,” he began, sighing as he spoke, “going through something at the moment. It’s probably best for you to keep your distance.”

Your throat tightened. You’d suspected as much, but hearing him confirm it felt like ripping off the scab of a wound. Fresh blood leaked out.

Not wanting to cry, you scoffed instead. “Yeah, I know. That something was in the building last night and,” you paused as your voice threatened to wobble. “…had a lot to say about it to her friends,” you finished once you’d regained control.

Nick’s eyes grew wide and he let his feet fall back to the floor with a loud thunk. “What do you mean?” If he could tell you were on the verge of tears, he didn’t acknowledge it.

“Madison, or whatever her name was,” you said, feeling your eyes start to prickle. “She was in the girl’s bathroom last night talking with her friends. She said Noah reached out to her, and,” you sniffed, “had been hooking up with her a lot recently. So much that she,” you were cut off by your breath hitching. You swallowed thickly, feeling your eyes begin to water. “She was getting tired of him.”

You buried your face in your palms, trying hard not to let the tears fall, but failed.

“Shit,” you heard him say under his breath. He said nothing else, but you heard the scrape of the chair against your floor, and then felt the mattress beside you shift.

“This okay?” he asked, throwing his arm around you and you nodded into your hands. He squeezed you into his chest and you melted into the touch. It wasn’t flirtatious or sexual in any capacity—just genuinely concerned and you desperately needed it. You needed someone to witness your pain and hold you while you felt it.

“Noah’s not the best at handling his problems,” Nick said. His chest vibrated against your cheek as he spoke. He smelled musty, like stale smoke mixed with some sort of spice. Similar to Noah but the scent was definitely his own. It was earthier, like soil after a heavy rain. “I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire.”

You said nothing, but continued to sniffle pathetically. You didn’t even want to know what problems Noah was supposedly dealing with, because you knew somehow you were one of them, and you didn’t want to feel like a problem.

“I know telling you not to take it personally is kind of stupid, because how can you not?” he continued, “but seriously, it’s not personal.”

He was right. How could you not? Noah had effectively lured you into a false sense of security, got you to compromise your morals, and then dipped.

Well, that may not have exactly been the case. You hadn’t compromised your morals for him —if anything, you’d knowingly and gleefully entered into the encounter. Your views on sex had changed far before he’d placed that call.

If anything, he’d just provided you an opportunity to explore yourself more–you just wish you would have been on the same page about what it meant.

“I don’t know what to do,” you said morosely. You understood Noah not wanting to hook up with you anymore for whatever reason, but you wished it didn’t involve you not even talking.

Especially after what had happened yesterday. Noah was the main person you talked to about your religious concerns. He got it. Understood where you were coming from and often knew exactly what to say to calm you down.

You could really use that right now.

“Come out with me tonight?” Nick offered after a few moments.

You pulled away to look at him. He looked sincere. “What?”

“Come out with me,” he repeated. “There’s a party happening at Jolly’s. I think you could use a bit of fun.”

You stared at him, confused. “Won’t Noah be there?”

He shook his head. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t come.”

You stayed silent for a few moments, deliberating. Nick was right, you definitely could use more fun in your life right about now, and a party did sound tempting. But your wounds were so fresh, and you hadn’t exactly enjoyed the last party you went to.

“I don’t know…,” you said.

“Come on,” he said, taking your hands in his and squeezing them. “I promise I’ll make it fun. It won’t be like last time. We aren’t playing a show tonight. It’s just a party.”

You breathed deeply through your nose (which was difficult considering how much mucus had built up), taking in his pleading gaze. This man has indeed perfected his puppy-dog stare and you wondered just how many women he’d used it on. Should you allow yourself to be one of them?

“I can tell you’re overthinking it.”

You sighed and chuckled, caught red-handed. “Fine,” you said. Honestly, you could use the distraction and had nothing better to do.

“Yeeee,” Nick softly boasted, pulling you into another hug and it was so endearing that his joy began to rub off on you.

“Don’t leave me to go hook up with someone this time,” you said. “Even if it’s Ava.”

“Promise,” he said, miming an X across his chest before crushing you back into him. “I won’t leave your side.”

_________

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you asked, for probably the fifth time since you’d arrived at Ava’s dorm.

“If you keep asking me that, I’m gonna start minding,” she said, tugging a brush through your hair.

Shortly after Nick left, you checked your phone and noticed several missed calls from Ava, asking what had happened to you. Rather than explain it over the phone, you decided to make the short trek partway across campus to her dorm.

As soon as Ava took one look at you, she wrapped you up in her arms and held you while you sobbed yet again. Having experienced religious trauma firsthand, she’d had more than enough empathy for what you were going through. She sat and listened patiently while you went over everything that had happened, affirming your decision to leave the church behind.

You were beyond grateful. It took a lot of courage for you to come to that decision. Knowing that your best friend not only supported you, but agreed that it was for the best was huge.

You also told her about Nick coming over and inviting you to the party. Though Ava had assured you many times that she didn’t mind if you hung out with him, you couldn’t help but feel guilty, as if by sleeping with him, she’d staked a claim.

“I don’t understand why you’re so cool with this,” you said.

As soon as you told her he’d invited you to a party, she’d insisted on dressing you, spouting that this was the perfect time for a makeover since you were already going through a transformative time in your life.

She paused brushing your hair, gathering the strands in her hands and laying them flat against your back. She stroked them softly.

“I’ve been…thinking,” she began.

“About?” you asked, glad to have the focus not on you and your problems.

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before she spoke again. “Finally losing my virginity was great, but it sort of opened up a lot of baggage for me to unpack. Specifically about my sexuality.”

You nodded to show you were listening.

“There’s this girl,” she continued, and you had a feeling you knew what she was about to discuss.

Ava’s parents had always been strict with her—possibly even more strict than your parents had been. She hadn’t always gone to Christian school. Throughout elementary, she’d gone to a public school. Then in junior high, she’d developed a close friendship with a girl.

You never heard the whole story, but her parents had learned something about the girl and flipped, pulling Ava out of her local high school and enrolling her in a Christian academy. You’d always assumed it was because her parents deemed this girl to be a bad influence on Ava, as they had mentioned before. In fact, the only reason the two of you had been so close was because her parents approved of you being the pastor’s daughter.

But then when the two of you asked to room together in college, her parents staunchly opposed. They shelled out a ton of money for Ava to get a private dorm, stating that they didn’t want her to get distracted by roommates.

You’d always wondered why they had such a problem with it. It wasn’t until now you’d started putting two-and-two together.

“Tell me about her,” you said, offering a warm smile. You locked eyes with Ava in the mirror as she resumed brushing your hair.

“She’s in my Art History class. Her name’s Hera.”

Ava lit up as she talked in a way you’d never seen her light up before. She told you how Hera’s background in activism through art, and how she’d initially approached Ava to study together, but they’d begun hanging out more. And how Ava isn’t exactly sure what Hera’s sexuality is, but she gets butterflies every time she smiles at her. How she’s trying to work up the courage to confess her feelings, but is absolutely terrified and will probably just take it slow, unless Hera says something first.

She told you about how Hera asked her to hang out tonight at an underground screening of some cult indie flick you’d never heard of, and that’s why Ava can’t come to the party with you.

All the while you sat and listened, heart growing warmer and softer for your best friend’s happiness.

Ava’s had a difficult road to get to where she was. Much more difficult than yours. The church you grew up in was not affirming in any way. When you were a child and discussions of the queer community first entered the church, they were staunchly against every facet of it, calling it an “abomination” and stating that it “destroyed the sanctity of marriage”.

When queer marriage became legal in your state, a bunch of the local churches protested outside the courthouse, yours included. Your parents didn’t let you go, because they wanted to shield you for as long as possible from the discussion.

You’d always had a hard time swallowing the church’s stance though. It seemed to go against everything they’d taught you about Jesus and the love he had for his people. If God is Love, as he says he is, then how could love in any form be evil? You just didn’t understand.

You learned not to bring it up with your father. It was a sore spot with him, as it was with the rest of the church elders, but you had no idea if that made you a bad Christian.

That was the first time you ever remembered questioning the church’s stance on something. Since then, it had been a slow deconstruction. So slow you hadn’t even noticed it was happening until recently, when Noah came into your life and started tearing about the foundation of everything you believed.

But you weren’t there to think about Noah. You were there to support your friend. Someone who has had to bravely stand in defiance of everything her family and her church has told her regarding who she is. You couldn’t even fathom how much courage that must have taken.

“I really like her,” she said, and you could tell this was the most vulnerable admission Ava has ever made to you.

“I’m so happy for you,” you said, biting back the tear that threatened to spill over. You’d been crying a lot the last two days. This time, however, it was a happy tear. “Thank you for confiding in me.”

Ava inhaled sharply. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before. I’ve been wanting to tell you everything, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. And you’ve been going through a tough time so I didn’t want to pull focus away from that.”

You shook your head, failing to keep your tears at bay. “Don’t apologize at all. You don’t owe that information to anyone, but I’m really glad you chose to give it to me.”

Ava smiled, softening. “Well yeah,” she said. “You’re my best friend. Of course I’d tell you.”

You wanted to get up and hug her. You wanted to tell her how proud you were of her and how brave you thought she was. You wanted to ask her a million questions about her experiences in the church and how she got to this place of self-acceptance, but you knew all the direct attention would make her uncomfortable. There would be lots of time for you to say all of those things. Right now, what was important was that she trusted you enough to tell you.

In her eyes, you were a safe person for her to be herself around.

For all the damage the church had done to you, that fact alone was enough to kick-start your healing.

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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Toy

pairing: han jisung x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: jisung uses you for his own satisfaction

warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, dom jisung, sub reader, established relationship, oral sex (m + f rec), unprotected penetration (piv), reader is used as & called a 'toy' by jisung, degrading kink, degrading names (whore, slut), spit kink, throat fucking, deep throating, face sitting and riding, cum on body (face), cum sharing, creampie, subspace, pet names (darling, baby girl, etc), multiple orgasms, squirting, aftercare

words: 3.1k ~ (3153)

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your eyes flutter shut, mouth stuffed to capacity. hands on either side of your head to keep you still, knees sore and tender from being knelt on the wood floor for too long.

your lips are swollen, drool and tears stain your pretty face. hair dishevelled, hickeys decorated on your skin as well as soft bruises and red marks on your ass cheeks and inner thighs.

your eyes flutter open to glance as the fucked out man who is currently using your mouth for his own satisfaction. beads of sweat run down his temples, his blonde hair sticking to his shiny forehead. his head is kicked back, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut as he basks in the warmth of your mouth.

your hands clasped together on your lap due to jisung giving you clear instructions to not touch him. his cock abuses the back of your throat, your gag reflex activating more than once. his sides stroke your cheeks, your teeth gently scraping the skin of his penis as his cockhead continually hits the back of your throat.

you cannot breathe. you feel light headed and dizzy, body tingling with shockwaves of pleasure. tears fall down your cheeks, mixing with the saliva that's bubbling and dripping down your chin and onto your lap.

“this mouth is so good. such a good toy.” jisung pants, glancing down at you. you shiver, your gaze meeting halfways. you dig your nails into the palm of your hands to stop yourself from touching jisung when really, you just want to reach up and massage his balls, dig your nails into his soft thighs.

you let out a strangled moan as you rub your thighs together. jisung clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at your actions before roughly tugging your hair at the roots. a sharp pain shoots down your spine making you squeeze your eyes shut and tears to fall past your lower lash line.

“you're such a desperate girl, y/n.” jisung hums, his head tilting to the side. “are you my needy and desperate pup?”

you hum in agreement, your head spinning with thoughts of him and only him. you're not in the right headspace nor aware of your surroundings. all you care about is making jisung feel good and being the best ‘toy’ for him you can be.

“so obedient.” he purrs, letting go of your hair to grip onto the sides of your head again. he thrusts his hips fast and powerful, your tongue stroking the underside of his cock. he lets out a peripheral of moans and groans, his head kicking back making his neck outstretched, showing off his heart shaped adam's apple.

you want him. you want him so bad that it hurts. you're drenched, your core begging to be filled. your clit aching to be touched. it's painful and embarrassing how bad you need jisung right now.

“i just want to cum on your cute innocent face. degrade you some more.” jisung hums, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. you look at him with doe eyes, a hint of hope in them. “do you want that darling? do you want your sungie to degrade you like that? disrespect you and treat you like a whore?”

he pulls his cock out of your mouth to allow you to speak. you swallow the pool of saliva, a string of it connected to your swollen lips and his angry cockhead.

“p-please. want it. i want it sungie..”

“you want it?” he purrs, eyebrows raised. he grabs the base of his cock, pumping himself slowly. his palm becomes soaked in your saliva, your eyes fixated on his swollen cockhead and the way his pre cum flows out off his slit.

“look at you. so fixated on my cock. i bet you're already soaked, juices coating your pretty pussy. are you throbbing, baby? are you aching for me?” jisung coos in a teasing manner.

you let out a shaky whimper, nodding your head slowly. your eyes flicker up to him before flickering back down to his cock. the way his hand wraps around himself, hand slowly pumping and rotating at the tip. his cock throbs and twitches in his hand becoming increasingly red and angrier.

he's rock hard, ready to burst. his veins protrude along the sides. he rubs the pad of his thumb against his tip, smearing his pre-cum around before nudging his thumb against your lip.

you automatically open, tongue flat out and ready to take him. he shoves his thumb inside, your lips instantly wrapping around it as you suckle. he hums, a look of satisfaction and approval laced on his face causing you to shiver.

“my pretty girl.” he coos before grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. you whine at the pain, jisung rolling his eyes. he pumps himself fast, hips bucking in his hands. his cock twitches, pre cum seeping. his legs shake and burn, his actions becoming desperate.

he pants unevenly, chest rising. he chews his bottom lip as that burning knot in the pit of his stomach tightens with each pump.

“c-close. fuck, i'm going to–”

“sungie.” you coo before closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out. he moans loudly, his grip on your hair tightening as hot ropes of cum shoot out on your face. some of his cum lands on your tongue, jisung bucking his hips with each release, his muscles and cock twitching. he lazily pumps himself through his high before releasing your hair.

cum drips down your cheeks and chin, your eyes fluttering open. you look jisung in the eyes as you put your tongue back in your mouth and swallow his cum. he clenches his jaw, crouching down to your level.

he cups your cheek, thumb swiping along it to collect his cum. you swallow thickly, whimpering loudly as he puts his thumb in his mouth before licking your cheek, collecting his cum onto his tongue.

he roughly kisses you, pushing his tongue inside your mouth without warning. you grip onto his arms, whimpering at the salty taste of him. he pulls away slowly, licking his lips before smirking.

“you've been such a good toy for me, y/n, letting me use your mouth but you must be dripping right now.” you nod slowly, thighs rubbing together. “Up.”

you shakily rise to your feet, jisung taking your wrist and dragging you to the bedroom

“lie down.” he instructs. you do as he says, resting on your back with your legs wide open. jisung crawls between your legs, licking his lips hungrily as he gazes at your pussy.

“my oh my…” he coos, two fingers sliding between your folds. you buck your hips at the feeling, mild feelings of pleasuring making you shiver. “you're drenched, y/n.”

“s-sungie…” you whimper, biting your lip harshly. without warning, he slips his middle and index finger inside your aching core, curling them up against your walls instantly.

you grip onto the bed sheets tightly, bundling them up in your fists as your back arches off the bed. your thighs shake as pleasure surges through your veins. jisung pumps his fingers fast inside you, his fingertips hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

“j-ji… good, can't. so much…” you cry out, your toes curling against the sheets. jisung purrs before dipping his head low and pressing his tongue flat against your clit. your legs threaten to close around his head.

your soft cries and moans of his name ringing in jisung's ears. his tongue kitten licking your swollen bud, fingers pumping ruthlessly. it's too much for you, the pressure building and building. it's embarrassing how close you already are but with the way jisung has been treating and using you, you've been holding on since the very beginning.

jisung pulls his fingers out of you slowly, much to your dissatisfaction. he lays flat on his back, pulling you on top of him so you're straddling his face.

“sit.”

“but i might–”

“you won't baby, trust me.” he gently soothes, stroking your thighs. you nod slowly, holding onto the headboard as you lower yourself down on jisungs face. he hums softly, greedily licking at your clit and entrance. his tongue collects your juices, desperate and scared to miss a single drop. he grips onto your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin.

you kick your head back, moaning his name softly before tangling your fingers in his hair. normally, he wouldn't allow that but considering how much of a good girl you've been for him, he'll allow it just this once.

he reaches behind you, gripping onto your ass cheeks and rocking your hips to encourage you to rut against his face. you look down at him, whimpering softly as your brows furrow together. his eyes silently tell you to do as you please, to use him like he used you.

you tilt your head to the side, rocking on his face. his tongue pokes and prods your entrance before sliding deep inside you. your thighs shake beside his head, your free hand gripping your own breasts to massage and tease your own nipple.

your clit bumps against the tip of his nose, your movements becoming more and more desperate and erratic. you gently tug at the stands of jisung's hair, a soft growl rippling in his chest.

your slick coats his chin and lips, jisung's cock hard once again. he's drunk on the way you taste, sound and smell. his senses are on overdrive, mind foggy and hazy. he wants to take you, fuck you hard to the point where you're dependent on him but he also wants to treasure you, treat you with the utmost care and affection.

“can’t… sungie, so much… too much.” you whimper. jisung simply hums, acknowledging your statement. the burning knot tightens and snaps suddenly, your orgasm hitting you in waves. your thighs shake uncontrollably, stomach clenching. jisung laps and slurps up your juices before pushing you flat on your back once again.

you don’t have time to calm down. jisung is towering over you, cock in hand as he rubs his tip between your folds before tapping it against your clit. you try to push him away, body screaming at you as your sensitivity is too much for you to bear; but jisung simply smirks.

“let me fuck my baby dumb, mhm?” he hums softly, pushing his tip inside your tight cunt. you hiss at the stretch, your walls tight around jisung's cock. he bottoms out in you, stroking your waist as you pant heavily.

“j-ji… big and thick.” you mewl, doe eyes gazing at him. he shivers, cock twitching inside your sensitive cunt. you give him a dumb grin, purposely clenching around him. he clenches his jaw, gripping onto your waist as you spread your legs wider.

“are you going to let me use you again, slut?” you nod your head, giggling in a dumb yet innocent manner.

“use me, sungie.”

“you're going to be the death of me, y/n.” jisung growls, hips slapping against yours suddenly. you pant, silent and heavy moans leaving your lips as your body jerks upwards. your breasts bounce with each ruthless thrusts, skin slapping on skin. the sounds of your sloppy cunt ringing in jisung's ears, making his mind fuzzy.

beads of sweat roll down his temples. he pushes his hair away from his face, brows furrowing as he angles each thrust differently in an attempt to hit your g-spot; which he does.

you cry out his name, back arching up off the bed. your head shakes from side to side, lips parted. you're unable to make any sound as you enter your sub space. you lazily palm your breasts, tugging your own nipples; much to jisung's delight.

he leans over you, grabbing your cheeks in his hand gently and tilting your head to him. your doe eyes look up at him, fucked out expression plastered on your face. drool trickles down the side of your face.

“jisung.” you repeat his name over and over again, like a chant. jisung bites his lip, loving the way you look and behave for him. he wipes away your drool, swiping at your bottom lip.

“open.” you oblige instantly, mouth open wide. he spits into your mouth, his saliva and your own mixing together on your tongue. your walls clench around him from the action, a low grunt hitting your lips.

“swallow.” you close your mouth, swallowing the saliva before opening your mouth again, wanting more. he tsk, rolling his eyes but still gives you what you want. he spits in your mouth once again, letting it slowly fall onto your tongue.

you swallow once again, tears welling and falling from the corners of your eyes. your body and mind so consumed with pleasure, so consumed with him. he's all over you, consuming your mind and body, making you feel hazy and drunk on love and pleasure.

“love. love you… love you so much sungie.” you mewl, shakily reaching up and wrapping your arms around his broad back. he grunts softly, pressing his chest against your own. your soft breasts squish against his chest, the new position making it easier and capable of him to thrust long and deep.

“i love you too, my sweet, sweet girl.” he purrs down your ear, licking it slowly before planting kisses on your neck. you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside with your heels. he chuckles softly, biting your earlobe.

“more…” you whine.

“i'm balls deep inside your greedy cunt and yet, you still want more. are you that desperate darling?”

“not desperate, just needy.” you whimper.

“needy?” Jisung hums, licking the sweat off your neck slowly.

“always needy for you. you consume me, s-sungie. think about you all day, every day. want you t-to fuck me all the time, whenever… wherever. don't care where.. just please.” you shamelessly admit

“you're so adorable. fuck, i love it when you're like this.” jisung raises back up on his knees, grabbing your legs gently. he holds them together, letting them rest against his chest and over his shoulder.

you grip onto the sheets, the new position allowing jisung thrusts into you with power and speed. his cockhead continues its abuse on your g-spot, juices spilling from your cunt.

“c-can't! close, so close!”

“cum darling. cum around my cock.” jisung hums. the knot snaps, orgasm hitting you hard knocking the air out of your lungs. your walls spasm, juices spilling and squirting out on jisung and the sheets.

jisung pants, watching the events unfold before his very eyes. jisung fucks you through your orgasm, the over sensitivity getting to you.

“sh, just let me use you a bit longer.” jisung pants.

“cum inside me, sungie.” you coo, licking your lips.

“don't tempt me..”

“please?” you beg, voice sickly sweet and ‘innocent’ “let my cunt milk your cock, sungie. i want to feel you filling me up.”

“i swear y/n..” his movements become uncoordinated, his orgasm fast approaching.

“please sungie? please!” you beg again. jisung squeezes his eyes shut, head hanging low as he empties himself inside your sensitive cunt. you hum at the warm feeling, his muscles and body twitching with each release. his thrusts turn languid to ride out his high. he drops your legs, letting them fall to the side.

“it's so much.” he whispers to himself, pulling out off you and watching his cum trickle out of your swollen cunt. he blushes red due to embarrassment, a soft mewl from you catching his attention.

“more.” you whimper, attempting to grab him. jisung shakes his head before grabbing the wet wipes from the bedside table.

“no more darling.”

“why!?” you whine loudly, on the verge of tears. it's clear to jisung that you haven't managed to come out of your headspace. as much as he would love to give you more, the look of your sensitive and swollen pussy says different.

“because it's time to wash up and cuddle, darling.” jisung pushes his hair away from his face before delicately wiping your swollen folds.

“bu–” you hiss at the sting plus sensitivity, your legs closing automatically.

“i know baby, i know. i'm sorry my love.” he gently pries open your legs, wiping up the bodily fluids. you cry out his name shakily.

“done. i'm sorry darling.” he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “are you okay?”

you nod slowly, coming back down to reality. your body feels heavy, merging with the bedsheets. your muscles ache, eyelids heavy.

“let's get cleaned up, mhm?”

jisung carries you to the bathroom, filling a tub up with warm, soapy water. he helps you into the tub before getting in himself, sitting behind you. he helps you to bathe, washing your hair and body as well as his own before helping you dry yourself.

he laughs softly at your attempt of walking to the bedroom, your legs feeling weak and wobbly.

“bambi on ice.” he teases with a wink. you flush a deep crimson red, glaring at him with a pout.

“shut up.” you mumble, taking your underwear off him. you use him for stability as you put on your underwear before crawling into bed. jisung follows shortly after, placing the laptop on the bed and putting on Howl's moving castle; a comfort movie you both watch after having sex.

“hungry?” jisung asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you rest your head on his naked chest, embracing in his warmth and comfort.

“mhm.” you simply hum. jisung chuckles softly, ordering your usual take-out. he rakes his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.

“have i ever told you how safe i feel with you?” you look up at him to find him looking down at you.

“you do?”

“mhm. you're my safe space sungie. you make me feel safe and warm as well as comforting. i love you for that.” jisung smiles lovingly at you, his heart fluttering.

“you really feel like that with me?” he whispers, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“yes. i find solace in you sungie. whether it be you as a person or in the music you write. you've always been my safe space.”

“i– thank you darling. truly, it means a lot to me to know that. all i ever want is to make you feel safe and loved.”

“and you do sungie. i can't explain it because there aren't enough letters or words in the english language to describe how loved and safe i feel with you.”

jisung pulls you closer to his side. he kisses the top of your head gently, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. the sudden confession from you makes him feel overwhelmed, his love for you bursting at the seams. his heart swells with love, a burst of joy, pride and happiness hits him.

“and i hope you will always feel like that, my darling.”

note: i am feral for this man. have been and always will be. i've been a million percent delulu over him the past few days and this is the result. a million percent self indulgent but what isnt, hehe. i also started writing this at midnight and finished it in two hours, so uh yeahhhh. don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. enjoy!

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bump1nthen1ght · 1 year

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 14 (Orgasm Denial)

Kink: Orgasm Denial

Pairing: Fem!Vampire x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Bondage, Sex Toys

Warnings: Non Con, Mind Break

Word Count: 1140 words

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“I must say, you are lasting for longer than I thought you would. Most mortals pass out by now.”

Victoria tuts, a mix of pride and derision in her voice. The kind of patronizing that would normally have you biting back, bristled by that inherent superiority she walks around with.

Given the gag in your mouth and the ruined state of your mind, however, you can do no such thing.

She yanks at the collar around your neck, forcing your head to turn to the side and look at her. A cold, marble-like hand pets your flushed cheeks, thumb wiping away at your tear tracks.

“But you have surprised me every step of the way, pet.” Victoria smirks, a glint of her sharp fangs in the candle light. “Let's see how long you can last.”

She gives a wave of her hand, using that minor magic all vampires have to make the vibrating buttplug inside you turn up a notch. You moan around the gag, drool running down your chin as you feel that familiar high coming on. Your hips jerk, trying to chase it, grab on tight to something incorporeal. Almost there, almost-

“Uh-uh.” Victoria tuts, waving her hand again and turning the vibration off. You squeal, not unlike a pig, through the gag. Your hazy gaze looks at her desperately, fresh tears bubbling at the ducts. You were so close that time.

“Aww, do you want to come?” Victoria says, setting a knee down on the bed before laying by your side. She props her side up on a pillow, manicured nails playing with the restraints around your wrists, tied to the bed posts. Her soft breasts lay right by your face, ice-cold skin tantalizing close to your heated body. “Sorry, pet. You’re gonna have to work a little harder.”

Victoria runs her long nails down your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It’s just the faintest of sensations, but your body leaps at her every touch and caress. She snaps her fingers and the buttplug slides out of you, soon replaced by an even larger dildo. The burn as it stretches your hole open is welcomed by your body, whose addiction chases even painful pleasure. But after entering you to the base, all 10 inches deep in your guts, the dildo just sits there. Close, but not enough.

Your pleading whines just make Victoria’s smile wider. She kisses your cheek like a gentle lover, even if she is anything but.

“This is always the best part.” She whispers in your ear, lips lingering by your face. The tips of her fangs graze against the skin. “You started out so brave, so headstrong. Convinced you could defeat someone like me with those little toys of yours.” Her wandering hand lingers by your hips, tracing circles across your pelvis. “Now look at you, hunter. Begging for my help, begging for me to touch you.” She nips at the lobe of your ear. “My little toy.”

All her degrading should make you skin burn, should make you furious. You should be dreaming of ripping out of these restraints and plunging a stake in her heart, killing the vicious beast you were sent to kill.

But now all you want is her to do something, anything, to help you. To finally bring you peace.

“I want to hear you say it.” Victoria says, snapping her fingers again. The gag in your mouth comes undone, falling to your chest. But before you can say anything coherent the dildo finally begins to move. A slow and methodical pace, but its something, and its enough to make you moan.

Victoria moves and straddles your hips, snapping her fingers again and to magically remove her red dress. Left in a black, sheer lingerie set, she leans down so her bosom lays right in front of your face. You don’t even think of how this angle would be perfect for stabbing through the heart, rather you wonder what those rosy nipples would taste like. Her smirk, all fangs and power, tears right into your soul.

“I want to hear you say, ‘Let me cum, mistress.’ I want you to relent and give yourself to me.” Victoria’s eyes sparkle with a sadistic glee, no hint of magical compulsion in her voice; No, she wants you to willingly submit. “Become my pet, my little plaything.” Victoria leans down, her breasts finally touching your chest, just enough skin contact to have you shaking. “And then I’ll let you come.”

Victoria leans over so her mouth is right in the junction of your neck, licking a long strip across your pulse. It makes you shudder and moan, hips twitching once again to chase what little friction the dildo is giving you.

“I-” You stutter out, interrupt by a knot tightening in your belly. Maybe you can do it, maybe while she’s distracted you can reach there on your own. Teased and taught, maybe there's enough.

Victoria snaps her fingers, the dildo stops.

You nearly scream.

“P-please let me cum, mistress!” With no hesitation, you throw everything aside. “Please, I’ll do anything. Be your fucktoy, be your slave, please.” Your voice trembles, face nuzzling into her shoulder like a dejected pet. “Please just let me cum.”

You can feel her smile against your neck.

It’s an agonizing few seconds where she doesn’t say a word, just lets you pant and whine, soaking in your submission.

“Finally”. She moans, snapping her fingers. The dildo pulls out to the base before shoving back inside you, hitting your sensitive spot like a lightning strike. Thr toy starts fucking you open like never before, buzzing numbness shooting up your abdomen as you can finally begun to taste your orgasm. You can feel it, finally you might reach it. You whine and moan with abandon, not caring about pride or morals, giving in to the delicious feeling. Please, please let this be real.

“Ah! Oh gods!” You keen, that crashing wave coming closer and closer. The dildo shows no sign of stopping, brutalizing your insides into its shape. Your toes curl up as your orgasms edges nearer, and nearer, almost-

“Fuck!” You scream, Victoria sinking her teeth into your neck as your orgasms finally crashes over you. The pain and pleasure are all jumbled and feel the same, blood running down your neck not dissimilar to the cum staining the sheets. All of it lingers just the same, your body growing limp and weak as it everything slowly fades away.

Your vision is spotty, your brain only conscious of the dildo pulling out and Victoria lapping at your wounded neck, closing it with her healing saliva.

All you remember before you pass out are the words Victoria whispers into you skin.

“I think you’re going to be my favorite toy of all.”

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abitohoney · 1 year

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In celebration of "use anon for shy but horny“

What r ur thoughts on AMAB!Sevika… for science. ~~dick science~~ NORMAL SCIENCE 🧪 🧬

Lol. I love you nonny. 🖤 I will say that literally the first thought that came to mind when I saw AMAB!Sevika was breeding kink. Whether or not that's a healthy or normal thought, I don't know. I'm not a psychologist. I'm just a perverted lady on the internet who is down bad for a fictional woman. Anyway, nothing but absolutely filthy thoughts below the cut. This got unsurprisingly kinda lengthy and very, very dirty…

NSFW, MDNI, Explicit

Sevika loves having any part of you touching her cock. Your warm hand wrapped so delightfully tight around her, stroking with the perfect speed and angle because you've tried so hard to learn exactly the way she likes it.

One of her favorite ways though, is you on your knees, ready and willing to take her into your mouth.

Sevika stands before you, admiring how you obediently drop to your knees without her even needing to ask. Her lips tug into a small smirk as you eagerly watch her loosen her belt and unzip her pants.

She pulls out her hardening cock, precum already dripping from the tip. That smug grin of hers pulls higher when you lick your lips hungrily.

"Such a good girl. Waiting so patiently for daddy's cock," she purrs, her human hand gently stroking her length while she caresses your cheek with the backs of her metal fingers.

She likes to tease you with it. Make you wait, or even beg for it.

Won't make you wait too long though, because she's just as eager. Eager to feel those soft lips wrap around her, that warm tongue drag along the length of her, and that wet mouth just swallow her whole.

If you're willing, she'll have you deep throating, taking her entirely.

"Move your hand," Sevika demands, but there's no malice in her words. She won't make you do something you don't want to. But you DO want to do exactly what she's requesting, so you remove the hand you'd had wrapped around the base of her cock to prevent you from taking too much. That hand joins the other to rest against her opposite thigh. Your fingers curl, gripping at the strong muscle beneath, grounding yourself as you carefully take those last inches into your mouth.

Simultaneous sighs fill the otherwise silent bedroom. Hers a deep, pleasure-fueled groan as she feels the tip hit the back of your throat. Yours a muffled, choked sob as you fight back the reflex to gag.

You peer up at Sevika's towering form through your lashes, wet with the tears of your struggle to take all of her. And as several tears finally spill over, your makeup running with it, Sevika's smirk only curls sadistically higher.

"You look so pretty like this, baby" she purrs. And oh does she love how you rub your thighs together at that praise.

She allows you a moment to slide back off and breathe. Her flesh thumb gently wipes the tears away from your burning cheeks. It's contrastingly sweet to how she drags her sharp metal fingers through your hair, the tips sinking deeper and deeper as she pulls you forward. Her restraint threatens to break when your sinfully perfect mouth fully encases her again. She bucks her hips towards the wet heat that envelopes her, the hand at the back of your head holding you in place.

You gag this time, your nails digging into her thighs and decorating her skin in little red crescents. But that little tease of pain doesn’t irritate her. In fact, it drives her crazier, damn near feral with the desire to just fuck your mouth without control.

She slowly slides back out, cock twitching when she notices how drool collects at the corners of your mouth and slowly drips down your chin and neck before disappearing between your cleavage. And it takes so damn much willpower not to just lose it right there when she sees the way your big doe-eyes glisten with tears, and the pure, unadulterated desperation to please her. It's maddening– the intoxicating mix of lust and adoration you feel for her and she for you. Her good girl.

"You're doing such a good job. Taking daddy so well." Her praise comes out low, raspy, and broken by her own overwhelming feelings- both physically and emotionally. She gently strokes your wet cheek again as she adds, "So good for me, baby."

Your soft, muffled mewl at the praise devolves into a choked cry as she bucks toward your face once more.

Even with your mouth full of her, she'll ask if you enjoy sucking her off, if you want her to cum in your mouth. She already knows the answer, but she wants to hear just how badly you want it, wants to see the way you plead with your eyes.

When she does cum in your mouth, she won't let you swallow until she sees it first.

Your knees sting from where they dig into the unforgiving hard floor. Your jaw aches from where your mouth wraps around her cock. Your chest burns from the lack of oxygen. But every bit of it is worth it. All the effort. All the time. All the pain. It's all worth that one moment.

You peer up at Sevika through your lashes. It's difficult, given how your eyes blur with unshed tears, but you continue taking her into your mouth at the pace she set, bound and determined to get her off. With one well timed jerk of her hips and drag of your lips and tongue, she finally gets there.

It's a full body response whenever you use your mouth. Her head rolls back, chest heaving. Her hips stutter and fingers tug delightfully hard at your hair. And then as warmth floods your mouth, her entire body shudders and she releases a deep, broken groan.

It takes her a moment to come down from her high, but when she finally raises her head and peers down at you through half lidded eyes, the corner of her mouth pulls right back into that sexy grin you like so much.

"Show me," she demands hoarsely as she slowly pulls out. She watches, transfixed on your mouth with a sick satisfaction as you stick your tongue out, cum dripping down your chin. Satisfied with seeing her seed filling that pretty mouth of yours, she finally nods.

You swallow it all with a pleased moan and allow her to swipe her thumb up your chin and into your mouth, getting every last drop in there.

"No wasting," she chastises.

"Thank you, daddy," you reply softly.

Your genuine appreciation is enough to have her ready to go again.

She thinks you’re as beautiful as a painting, but she still loves to use you as her canvas, painting any part of your body with her thick white ropes.

Whether you're using your mouth, your hands, or even if she's stroking herself, she'll make sure she pulls back so she can aim to cover some part of your body. Face, tits, stomach– any part of you looks so good like that– claimed as hers. Hell, she'd write her name across your body if she could.

And of course she's absolutely crazy about feeling the wet, tight heat of your cunt wrapped around her, clenching with each stroke of her cock along your walls. Loves that feeling of your walls spasming when she finally drags an orgasm from you. That alone is enough to send her over the edge with you.

Loves watching it too. Seeing how her hardened flesh disappears between your wet, swollen folds. How when she slowly slides back out she’s absolutely coated in your slick, a clear indication of just how bad you want her and how good she makes you feel.

As I said before, I don't doubt for a second she'd have a breeding kink. She just can't wait to fill you with her seed. To have you so willingly bear her children.

Also loves to just stare at it as cum seeps from your pussy after she fills it. Repeatedly. Will just keep fucking you until she's dry.

Sevika's on her third round of fucking you senseless, this time with you on top, straddling her per her request. But at this point you're too fucking spent to even push yourself up anymore. So with metal and flesh hands firmly gripping your waist, she effortlessly lifts you. Her eyes are merely tiny gray rings, pupils dilated with how utterly feral she is at the sight of all your slick and her cum seeping from your swollen cunt.

Her hips lift to meet halfway when she pulls you back down against her.

The noises that echo in the other silent room are obscene as she just pushes it all deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust. You'd be terribly embarrassed if you weren't so drunk on your own pleasure and lust.

Her eyes never leave where your bodies meet, even as she fills you for the final time that night.

As soon as she recovers, she slowly pulls you off her, eyes widening sadistically at the sight of your thighs and her own just absolutely coated, cum dripping down her still hardened cock.

"Look at the mess you've made, baby," she husks. "I should make you lick all this clean."

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CW For uhhhh dubcon/noncon, size kink, inconsistent size kink and pregnancy mentions. I think that’s everything? Idk those are the big ones

“Let me go!”

Given that both of her arms fit into one of his hands, she was unable to free herself. He looked unimpressed.

“You’re not going anywhere, human. You are my prize, and I intend to make good use of you.” He lifted her up, examining her while she continued to struggle in the air. “Hmm…a little thin, but we can fix that.”

She took the opportunity to spit on him. “Go to hell.”

With his free hand, he wiped his face clean and sighed. “I was going to be gentle. I was willing to go slow with you, let you become accommodated to how your new life was going to be. Evidently I’m going to have to be a little bit stricter with you.”

He let go of her, letting her fall to the floor. She grunted as she fell to her hands and knees on the cool marble floor in front of his throne.

“Ow.”

“Forgive me if my sympathies seem lacking.”

He snapped his fingers. Instantly she felt something wrap itself around her neck and settle there.

She reached up to her neck, feeling around. “What did you do?”

“It’s a binding charm. In your case, it looks like a collar. It helps remind the others who you belong to. And, in certain cases, it allows me to do this.” He slowly squeezed his hand around the air.

The pressure on her throat tightened and she gasped for air, struggling in vain to pull it off. “Help—please—”

He let her wheeze and gasp for a few more seconds before relaxing his hold. She coughed several times, doing her best to catch her breath.

“Surely I don’t need to place more restrictions on you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like me to, of course.”

She slowly shook her head.

“Good girl.” He beckoned her over with his hand. With great and obvious trepidation, she approached his throne.

“Kneel.”

She did so, her head bowed.

He leaned forward, putting one large hand under her chin and forcing her face up. “Look at me.”

Her eyes flicked toward his face, and his eyes locked with hers.

“You are mine, now and always. You will always be mine, and as mine, I am to do with you whatever I want. Now,” he said, his free hand shifting and vanishing his clothes, “stand up, open that smart mouth of yours, and show me that you understand.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting down to look between his legs, her eyes widening at the rapidly hardening cock in front of her as she stood. “It—it’s too big,” she stammered. “I’ll break my jaw.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. She thought he might choke her again and tensed up, but instead she felt a warmth along her jawline and throat.

“I forget how fragile you humans are sometimes. Now then, if there are no more objections.” He let go of her chin and gestured to his cock.

She nodded, slowly leaning forward and pressing her tongue against the head, dragging it over and around. He was cool to the touch and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she continued to lick.

He groaned softly, one giant hand resting in her hair. “Good pet, just like that,” he murmured.

She thought about telling him to piss off with the ‘pet’ comment, then decided against it. Instead she opened her mouth—far more than what she thought she was capable of, in all honesty—and took the head in her mouth, gently sucking.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip on her head tightening. “Need more…”

Without any more of a warning than that, he pushed her head down deeper. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

“Mm, now that is a wonderful look on you,” he said between heavy breaths. Being that her mouth and back of her throat were full of his cock, she was unable to respond, save for a desperate whine.

“Oh, right, you need to breathe, don’t you?” He held her there for a couple moments longer before allowing her to come up.

She coughed violently, spit and drool connecting her lips to his dick. “I can’t—I can’t take it all. It’s still too big.”

“How is that my problem?” he scoffed. “And I don’t remember saying that you were allowed to talk.”

Once more he began to squeeze the air and her eyes widened as she scrambled for the collar. Gasps and whimpers came from her, each quieter than the last as her air supply ran out. Just when she thought she was going to black out, the pressure lifted and she fell forward on her hands between his legs, wheezing.

He sighed, and she felt another surge of warmth flush against her throat. “Another complaint out of you and I promise that you won’t be speaking for quite some time. Do I make myself clear?”

She nodded, a hand reaching for his cock but stopping short.

He gestured at her with one hand, the other going to rest in her hair again. “Get on with it. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”

His message received, she grasped his cock in her hand, leaning forward to take the tip into her mouth and sucking.

“Eyes up here, darling,” he said, his massive thumb stroking her cheek. “I want to see those beautiful blue eyes water when you’re taking in all of me.”

She groaned, reluctantly keeping her eyes open and looking upward.

He smirked down at her. “Good girl. See, I knew you could be obedient. You like pleasing me, don’t you? That’s right, no shame in admitting it.”

She tried to shake her head; in response, he pushed her down further, causing her to gag and choke around his cock.

“Oh, were you saying something?” He snickered, firmly holding her in place. “Relax your throat or we’re going to be here all day. Not that I would mind, but I did have other plans. There, just like that. You catch on quick.”

She moaned, unable to do much else. His cock was partially sheathed in her throat, but even through the tears she could see that there were still several inches to go.

He hummed thoughtfully, looking down at her. “You really do look quite nice like this. Maybe I’ll keep you here, chained to my cock in such a way that you have to have me inside of your throat at all times.”

A whimper escaped, along with a thin line of drool.

“Oh? Do you like the sound of that, pet?” He ruffled her hair. “Well, I’d still like to try out your other holes before making such a big decision, but I promise to take your opinion into account.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks and he slowly moved his hips back and forth, each thrust seeming to go deeper than the one before it. “Mmh, fuck, so warm and tight,” he groaned, finally pulling her down to the base of his cock, her nose flush against his skin.

“Fuck…such a good look for my cock sleeve,” he said between heavy breaths. He held her there for several agonizing seconds, finally releasing her when the red on her cheeks began to fade. He let her slide up almost all the way, keeping the tip between her lips.

She gasped, gulping down air.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, it wasn't that bad. Again.”

The hand on the back of her head began to push, and she put up no resistance when his cock pressed against the entrance to her throat.

“What a pretty slut,” he said with a chuckle, pushing her head down further. “So much for your earlier bravado.”

She glared at him and growled, the muscles of her throat rippling around him and making him groan.

“Fuck,” was all he managed to get out before thrusting his hips into her face. “That's right, make all the noises you want. No one's going to rescue you.”

With a sudden burst of bravery, she pulled a Hail Mary: she tried to bite him.

Tried, because the instant the pressure increased he yanked her up by her hair, making her cry out in pain.

“That's not very nice, pet.” He stroked her cheek with his free hand, her eyes wide with fear. “I'm afraid that means I'm not going to be nice, either.”

Still holding her, he moved his other hand from her cheek to between her legs. With a quick hand movement, her clothes vanished, reappearing in a pile on the floor. He let out a pleased hum as he looked her over.

“Like a little doll.” He pressed his palm to her groin and smirked. “I had a feeling you were enjoying this as well.”

He began to rub his open hand against her skin, causing her to squeak when he brushed against her clit.

“Oh, right.” He lowered her to the ground, then moved his hand down around her waist and lifted her up again.

“Pretty doll,” he crooned, resuming his rubbing of her outer lips and clit. Her face was screwed up as she tried to remain quiet, her hips shaking.

“Now, now, no holding back. I want to hear every wonderful noise.” The hand between her legs moved to squish her cheeks. “My patience is wearing thin, darling. I'd rather not make you submit by force.”

His hand left her face, and she responded with a low whine, weakly kicking her feet.

“Goodness, you are fussy.” He lifted her so she was poised over his lap, teasing his other hand between her legs to pry them apart. “That’s it, let me see how wet you are.”

The answer was “very,” with slick visible on her inner thighs. All she could do was moan at his cool touch.

Without any warning, he pushed a finger inside of her. She cried out, tilting her head back as her hips jerked.

“So warm,” he marveled. “And I thought your mouth felt heavenly.”

He began to slowly piston his finger in and out, drawing out groans and whimpers. When those seemed to be dying down, he added a second finger, curling them upward. Her noises returned in full force, her breathing becoming ragged.

“That’s it, let it all out. Let everyone know whose pet you are.” His fingers worked faster. “Call me your King.”

She gasped, unable to move much more than her hips in response to him. “My King, my King.” It had an almost musical quality to it.

“Yes, cum for your King,” he said, shifting his hand so his thumb could rub against her clit while still fingering her.

That was what undid her. With a cry (possibly of pain, more likely of overwhelm) she tensed up, her whole body shuddering as it rode out the orgasm he wrought from her, gently coaxing her walls to loosen for him.

At last she went limp, held up only by him. He slowed his fingers but did not stop them just yet. “Mm, still so tight, and gods, so warm,” he breathed, his cool breath along her skin making her shiver.

Her eyes half-opened, and to her (admittedly quiet) alarm, she could see that his cock was still at attention. In fact…did it get even bigger?

He followed her gaze and grinned. “Excited, are we? I won’t keep you waiting, pet.” He pulled out his fingers, eliciting a quiet groan from her.

“Patience, patience. I intend to keep you around for a very long time; I don’t want to go ahead and break you right now.” He positioned her over his cock, one hand holding out one leg to the side, the other still holding her by the waist.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her outer pussy lips, coating it in her cum. “Fuck,” he muttered, and after a little more rubbing, began to press against her entrance.

She moaned, weakly shaking her head. “It’s too big,” she pleaded.

“Nonsense. I believed it for your throat, but I’m going to make you take all of me,” he said with a grunt, pushing one last time and letting out a sigh as the head caught, while she barely held back a scream.

“Ooh, yes, this is going to be a tight fit. Not to worry, we’ve got plenty of time to mold you.” He smiled and pulled her down by her leg and waist. Immediately she felt her walls spreading, widening for his cock and she let out a choked-back sob.

“There we go,” he crooned, “you’re being such a good sport about this. Just relax, I’m doing all the work.” He continued to agonizingly pull her down bit by bit. Somehow, her cervix didn’t stop him; she could feel him moving past her walls and almost passed out from everything she was feeling.

At long last, he let go of her leg, which swung back to hang by its twin, both now dangling there. “See?” he said, panting softly. “Go ahead and look.”

Against her better judgment, she opened her eyes. Her womb was distended, her flesh leaving little to the imagination with his cock pulsing inside of her.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he told her, rubbing a thumb over the shape of his member. “I can’t wait to fill you with my seed.”

A look of panic crossed her face. “What — no, you can’t —”

He squeezed her midsection, causing her to cry out. “I can do whatever I’d like with my new toy. And what I’d like is to watch her belly swell from how I fill her needy womb and cunt.”

She whimpered, her legs trembling. This did not go unnoticed.

“Oh? You must really like the sound of that; I can feel your walls twitching.” Still holding her by her waist, he began to move her up and down, unabashedly moaning and thrusting his hips up into her on occasion.

“Mm, it’s like you were made for me,” he panted between heavy breaths. “I might just wear you around the palace, keep you strapped around my cock all day. Would you like that, pet? To be on display for everyone as my little whore?”

In response she whined loudly, her hips jerking violently.

He grinned down at her. “Looks like you’re learning to be honest with yourself.”

He continued to slide her up and down his cock, suddenly speeding up with a groan. “Mm, fuck, going to fill you up —”

He slammed her down to the base with a guttural cry. His cock began to swell and pulse, and she was helpless to stop him as he filled her with his cum. This triggered her own orgasm, and she writhed as it overcame her, her head becoming light headed to the point of momentarily passing out.

She wasn’t sure how long she was out, but his cock was still hard inside of her when she came to.

He rubbed her swollen stomach, a reminder of what had just happened, leaving her whimpering in protest. “You did so well,” he murmured. “I’m going to enjoy watching you grow over the next year. That is, assuming this takes on the first try. It might be a while before you actually get pregnant.”

He rolled his hips, grinding against her. “In fact, who knows if you can carry my child? It’d be a shame if you couldn’t, but I’d still get plenty of use out of you.” He chuckled, pausing. “I know for a fact that I have an Asgardian ally who’d be more than happy to take part in your…gifts.”

A strangled sort of noise came from her as she felt her clit twitch and her walls begin to ache. “P-please, no —”

“It’s a little late for you to remember your manners,” he chided her, shaking his head. “You’re going to have to convince me as to why I shouldn’t share you among others.”

He shifted his position so she was held down against him by gravity instead of his hand. “Go on. Speak, pet.”

Her cheeks were flushed with shame and arousal. “M-my King,” and she had to pause to catch her breath as her legs clenched up, “what if, what if someone doesn’t want to give me back?”

He scoffed. “My word is law in this land. Besides…I might be amenable to some sort of schedule, or at the very least, getting the opportunity to watch them fuck you.”

Her breath caught in her throat and he smirked. “Gods, you are sensitive. Shall I make you cum by just telling you what I want to do to you?”

She weakly shook her head. “Can’t, can’t take another,” she pleaded. “P-please, no more. I can’t hold any more of you inside of me.”

“I suppose that’s true,” he mused. “And as I said earlier, I do need to get other things done today. Very well.”

He began to slowly pull her up, pausing at the halfway mark. “Although…it’s such a shame to leave your holes empty. Luckily, I have a solution.”

He pulled her up the rest of the way, and as soon as the tip of his cock pulled out, she felt something rush in to take its place, some sort of invisible presence that she could feel holding her open.

“Mine,” he murmured, moving so he could lay her against his chest. “Rest, my pet. You’re going to need it.”

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