#buttons' pure tone: deciphered

[dujourmeansdeath]

[fayes-fics]

Mirror, Mirror

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: When Benedict's wife tries on his clothes, things happen...

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, cross-dressing, clothing kink, light biting, breast play, a smidge of intercrural sex, very mild exhibitionism, mirror sex, vaginal sex.

Word Count: 2.2k

Authors Note: Request fill for @d-caryophyllus (HERE) about Benedict being aroused by his wife dressing up in his clothing. I hope this fits what you were hoping for, my dear. Thanks as ever to @colettebronte for the beta read. Yes, the title is a nod to Season 3, lol. Err, enjoy! <3

It’s early in the morning on a mundane Thursday when a somewhat daring idea forms in your mind. 

Fresh out of your morning bath, you dismiss your maid quietly when usually she would assist you with dressing for the day. As the double doors click closed discreetly behind her, you glance through the open archway into your bedroom; heavy curtains still drawn there, obscuring the sunlight. In the darkness, you can just decipher the outline of your husband sleeping soundly after a late night of carousing with his brothers.

With a little secret smile, you decide that, yes, now is the perfect time. He is asleep, and you have a few hours to spare until your first social engagement - a ladies' luncheon - so why not use the time to satisfy your curiosity?

You stride to your husband's side of the dressing room, opening his wardrobe doors and running your fingers over the items within—a symphony of wools, silks and cotton, all luxurious to the touch. While he is arguably one of the more flamboyantly dressed men of the Ton, with eye-catching jewel-toned waistcoats and colourful cravats, the basics of his outfit are mostly the same every time: dark trousers and a white shirt. A large part of you is envious of that easier choice. Sometimes, it feels like a veritable minefield being a woman during the social season, the looming threat of an unintended fashion faux pas simply by wearing the wrong colour to the wrong event.

Upon a chair, you spy the outfit he discarded when he came home in the early hours, not yet tidied away by your staff. You decide this shall be your choice, a frisson that they are already worn.

Dropping your bathrobe from your shoulders, you grab the pair of his trousers and pull them on. The finely woven wool feels plush on your skin, and there is an undeniable novelty in having fabric between your thighs. They are, however, almost comically long for you, and you have to bend to roll them up a few times around your ankles. Bemused, you briefly catch sight of your reflection in the full-length dressing room mirror, topless in oversized trousers. 

You snatch his white shirt and pull it on, pausing to tug the ruffled lapels up to your face and inhale deeply, enjoying the flood of scent there. His woodsy citrus cologne, yes, but also that undercurrent that is all him. That tang you cannot help but bury your face into, be it upon his pillow when he is away or his body while you cling to him, moving together in ecstasy. 

You fasten a few buttons, then tuck the shirt into the trousers and loop the braces hanging loose around your hips up onto your shoulders, once again inspecting your reflection in the mirror with a wry smile, twisting this way and that, admiring how different you look dressed in his clothing.

“Wife, what are you doing?” 

You almost jump out of your skin as that velvet tone, slightly roughened by sleep, calls out from across the room. You twist to see Benedict leaning casually upon the archway into the dressing room, shooting you a look that is pure menacing intrigue while looking like sin himself—all riotous bedhead, and, as your eyes slip further down, gloriously naked. It makes you swallow hard.

“I… I was trying on your clothes,” you stumble sheepishly, a blush creeping over your cheeks being caught doing something perhaps rather bizarre. 

“Any reason?” he queries, bemused, that crooked smile claiming his features.

“They just seem so much more practical and comfortable—especially trousers. I would like to wear such things…” you confess, turning back to the mirror to appraise your appearance again, watching him prowl towards you in the reflection. “Are… are you vexed with me, husband? For taking such liberties?” Your words petering out, mildly abashed.

A large, warm hand wraps around your shoulder, yanking you back almost roughly, making you gasp as your shoulder blades collide with his chest.

“The precise opposite,” he rumbles, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror, a sudden burning intensity that makes your lungs feel tight. 

Long fingers spider down his brocade brace, draped down your chest, lingering where the strap rests over your nipple, swiping his thumb in a deliberate tease, his face triumphant as you swoon back into him from just this simple touch. 

“My clothes look much better upon you than me,” he opines duskily, his lips tracing your temple as his fingertips push the brace aside to capture your nipple through the thin cotton shirt, making you inhale sharply. “Perhaps we should attend a party with you dressed like this?”

“That would be a scandal!” 

There is a vault in your stomach at the idea of attending a social event dressed in his clothes, even as you melt under his questing touch.

“Not in the more… bohemian… circles that I know of…” he contends; his breath is a warm gust in your ear as his other hand does the same, fondling both nipples now.

He waits until you meet his gaze in the mirror again, then lowers his lips to your neck and bites gently. His incisors a faint scrape, immediately soothed by a wide, wet lathe of his tongue. A little crest of victory as something sizeable stirs against the cleft of your bottom. 

“If I were dressed as you, then what would you wear, husband?” 

“Whatever you would like, my darling,” he offers between soft, damp kisses, a tingle running up your neck from his lips to the top of your scalp. “I could wear your clothing should you wish it. Or perhaps just your corset and underwear?” He nuzzles into you, taking a deep breath. “Our little secret…”

Something about his tone, the images he concocts, makes your blood run warm, your hand reaching up and diving into his luscious hair, tugging gently upon his roots so again he feels compelled to use his teeth, a groan bubbling up from within as he does. With a flick of his wrists, the braces fall from your shoulders, and he cups your breasts through his thin cotton shirt. It makes you sigh his name, asking for more, arousal coursing thickly through your veins—a yen to be taken right away. 

“The thought arouses you, does it not?” he correctly surmises, trailing his touch down over the shirt, brushing your ribs and belly to the fastening on the trousers, making short work of the buttons.

You nod demurely, biting your lip as you watch his dextrous hands in the mirror, his arms encircling you; it is almost as if he is removing them from himself. The air feels heady as he pushes the loosened fabric from around your frame, and it hits the rug with an audible thump.

Standing before him in just his ruffled white shirt with only a few buttons fastened, you feel his weighted stare in the mirror, lingering on the patch of hair at the apex of your thighs peeking out between the shirt sides.

“I shall prefer you keep this on…” he asserts, popping open a button over your chest so the fabric opens enough for him to slide a hand inside, tweaking your nipple and pulling you back into his frame, rutting his now solid cock against your bottom.

You turn your head to press your lips to his, imploring for more of his touch in a fervent whisper before seeking a kiss. His mouth is hot on yours, rolling his tongue with yours, endless caresses of your breasts as you burn so hot you rub your thighs together in delicious anticipation of more, already more than ready for him, your clit pulsing with each tease of his tongue.

“Here?”

You know what he is asking—if you wish to have sex right where you stand, in front of your dressing mirror, his shirt loose around your body, him naked behind you.

“Yes. Yes please…” you murmur into his mouth, rolling your body against him, telegraphing unmistakable need.

“The window is open,” he points out with a smirk, nodding towards a high window that allows in light to the dressing room but affords you not to be seen; it is open this morning to let in the summer breeze. “What if we are heard?”

“I care not,” you confess, exhaling jaggedly, knowing he likes you in this state, desperate and debauched, uncaring if you may be overheard in your pursuit of pleasure. 

Rubbing yourself upon him akin to a feline in heat, moving so his cock passes teasingly between your thighs now as you writhe. He groans and tells you not to stop, hissing his approval. So you squeeze your legs together tightly, allowing him to rut between them, the pass of his cock glancing maddeningly over your engorged clit.

His touch becomes heavier, hands mapping your body as his hips surge, and you see the red, weeping tip of his cock emerging and disappearing in the mirror, an intoxicating sight. You moan lightly with every pass, a tantalising swipe, not enough to bring you real pleasure, just notching your want higher.

He finally takes pity upon you, angling his hips differently and driving into you; you, moaning at the invasion so deep and encompassing, rocked up onto your tiptoes. Every time he has entered your body, it's always the same: a force that steals your breath and makes your eyes roll. His hands are a firm grip around your waist as he withdraws slowly back, then surges in again, capturing your earlobe in his teeth as he does.

As your eyes meet in the mirror, you idly wonder how many other wives are watching themselves being fucked by a handsome husband like this; a bright weekday morning, birdsong wafting in on the scented breeze, body wrapped only in his shirt. You suspect none are quite so lucky.

You moan his name and arch back against him, wrapping your hands around his neck and watching yourself being taken, relying on him to keep your stance steady as he starts to fuck into you in earnest, large hands sliding up to cup your breasts, engulfing them in his warm palms.

Unable to stop the noises you make, each pass hitting all the spots inside that make your toes curl into the thick pile of the rug beneath your feet, your pussy clenching around his invasion, making him growl and move faster, taking you harsher, an onslaught that is as pleasurable as it is powerful.

His mouth is a breathy litany of praise into your cheekbone, your eyes fluttering closed to focus on the carnal moment - the sweat, the skin, the ragged breaths, the meeting of your bodies so primal and glorious, but he has other ideas.

“Look at yourself,” he purrs dulcetly, your eyes reopening to do as he asks, to watch this unrestrained moment of passion, to see the little marks blooming on your body from where his fingers dig into your flesh as he pounds into you now, a flourish of colour on your neck from his thorough attention.

You plead for more throatily, pushing back as best you can against his thrusts, wanting him to make you scream, uncaring of any audience inside or outside your townhouse, only craving the sweet, blissful release he always provides.

Abruptly, he wrenches open the shirt you wear, one button pinging forward and tinking against the mirror before skittering across the floor, your naked body framed by his crisp white shirt, the ruffled lapels tickling the sides of your breasts, catching sight of his handsome face in the mirror contorted in a passionate tempest.

Then one hand slides down your front, you feeling it rippling in your belly and seeing it in your reflection before you until those fingers slide between your legs and hook over your clit with a force that steals the air from your lungs, a sharp stab of pleasure that makes your knees buckle, him pausing in his motions briefly to brace your weight, keep you upright.

Then it is a blur as he restarts his motion, his fingers dance on your swollen pearl, slipping silkily over his touch as he grunts encouragements. It feels like you are circling for so long, so close to something mind-blowing, but then he flicks harshly with his fingernail and bites your neck, and you are hurtling. Everything is loud and quiet at once, no doubt your voice calling his name as you tumble over the edge, clenching hard around him as your whole body shatters and rebuilds in a blissful puzzle. Dimly, as you float, you feel his entire body tense, and with a roar, he follows you over, a warmth blooming inside you as he reaches completion. 

There are a few moments of panted breaths as you both recover from the intensity before he spins you around and sweeps you into his arms, carrying you back to bed. There, he lays you down gently and proceeds to turn you into a molten, quivering pile, mapping your body with his lips and fingers until you are begging for him again, which he more than obliges. So much so you are almost late for your social engagement.

If there are a few derogatory looks as you swan into the ladies' luncheon with a blissful smile and a burgeoning mark on your neck from your husband's amorous intentions, well, so be it. You wouldn't change it for the world.

And it is also most definitely not the last time you dress up in his clothes…

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[hongjoongtime117]

Legos or My Dick?

This is my first fic, so any feedback or suggestions are welcomed! Special thanks to my beta reader for helping this come together!

Pairing Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa

Genre SMUT (MDNI)

Word count 3.9k

Dom!Hongjoong Sub!Seonghwa, pet names, choking, orgasm control, probably other shit I forgot, lemme know lol

If there’s one thing Hongjoong knows, it’s his boyfriend’s love for Legos and he decides to test just how deep that love is.

Hongjoong has just arrived home after a long night in the studio to Seonghwa building an Animal Crossing lego set at his desk. He missed Hwa dearly and came up behind him in his comfy chair, gently wrapping his arms around his neck, kissing the top of his head.

“Hi, my Star. How was your day?”

Seonghwa looks up at Joong so his forehead is resting under his chin, Hongjoong lightly kissing his lips.

“It would have been better if I hadn’t spent most of it alone.” The slight bitterness in his tone makes Hongjoong’s heart sink a little.

“I’m sorry, my love. I was working on guides and lost track of time” Joong pouts into his boyfriend’s mouth. He places feather light kisses to the tip of his nose, each cheek, and then on his forehead.

“You always lose track of time in the studio. I feel like I spend more time with my Legos than with you.”

Hongjoong pulls up an extra chair to sit with Hwa at the desk, and says simply, “Well now you can spend time with both.” He picks up the discarded instructions and begins reading them, a confused look quickly spreads across his face.

“Joongie” Hwa sighs, “It’s really not that difficult.”

He softly giggles as he scoots some of the pieces over to his boyfriend.

“Let me show you what to do!”

They spent what seems like hours building that damn Animal Crossing set. Joong getting frustrated at times by the sheer amount of Legos involved in the build. Seonghwa would giggle as his boyfriend would bite his lip and knit his brows in pure concentration. He reveled in the fact that he was getting to share one of his favorite hobbies with one of his favorite people.

The closeness and the joy radiating off of Seonghwa made Hongjoong crave him in a different way. Fuck, he was so attractive when he was focused on these damn Legos. He grabs the arms of the rolling chair and pulls Seonghwa to him, until they’re knee to knee. Seonghwa startled a bit, pulled out of his focus on the almost completed set. Looking up, he focuses on his boyfriend’s face and sees the look in his eyes that he can immediately decipher. Hongjoong seats himself on his lap and begins trailing soft, open mouth kisses down his boyfriend’s long, gorgeous neck.

“Joongie, we’re not even finished with this yet” he pouts, as he tries to stop the current attack on his neck.

Hongjoong pulls back, looking at Hwa with a contemplative look. He tilts his head to the side and bites his lip.

“My Star, I have a question for you. And give me an honest answer.” Hwa raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Ok, shoot.”

“If you had to choose, Legos, or my dick, what would your choice be?”

He puts his hand on his chin, looking like he’s giving it some serious thought.

“You truly want to know that answer?” he snickers. “If I HAD to choose, definitely Legos.” Seonghwa knew that would absolutely not be his choice, but he had to tease him somehow for leaving him alone all day.

Hongjoong’s mouth drops open slightly at the pure shock of what his boyfriend had just said. After his brain comes back online, he looks at Hwa with a hunger in his eyes that say he’s intending to change that answer.

Hongjoong grabs a fist full of Seonghwa’s long raven hair, and pulls hard, causing his eyes to roll back. “Wrong answer, love. After I’m finished with you, my dick is going to be the only thing on your mind” he whispers into his ear before he gently bites down. Seonghwa shivers in anticipation for what’s about to happen. He knew what buttons he was pushing when he “chose” Legos over dick.

“This pretty little neck of yours is so bare, my precious star” Hongjoong growls lowly into his ear. He sinks his teeth into the unmarked skin of the pretty boy beneath him and begins to suck, causing Seonghwa to let out a gasp he was trying so desperately to hold back.

He takes a break from the very visible purpling bruises already forming on Seonghwa’s neck. Nuzzling him, speaking into his soft skin “You want to rethink your answer?” The older shakes his head, wanting to continue this game and see just how far he can push him. Hongjoong was enjoying the stubbornness, because the more stubborn he was, the more satisfying it would be when he finally broke his beautiful boyfriend and had him crying on his dick.

“Such a shame” Joong smiled condescendingly as he straddles him. “I REALLY wanted to give you a treat since you’ve been such a patient, good boy all day” he says with a mocking pout. Seonghwa squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lower lip so hard, he thought he might draw blood. “Good boy” always goes straight to his head. Both of them.

Hongjoong begins sliding his good boy’s t-shirt from his slender, toned body, ridding him of it. He tosses it to the floor of their pristine room, which he knows will drive the other insane. “Now be my good boy, and keep your hands on the arms of this chair, and DON’T MOVE. Do you understand me?” Seonghwa stares at him with wide boba eyes, audibly gulps, and nods his head while doing as he’s told. Seonghwa is now fully hard under Hongjoong, the latter runs his hands slowly from Seonghwa’s slutty little waist, upwards, until his thumbs reach the perfect little nubs just waiting to be teased. He begins rubbing feather light circles around them, and they perk up at the touch. He takes one into his wet, warm, and waiting mouth, going between flicking it expertly with his tongue, and pinching it lightly between his teeth. He never stops the assault moving to the other nipple, making sure that each receives equal attention. Seonghwa’s breathing is starting to become labored as he’s making the smallest of noises. Hongjoong, unsatisfied with this, knows that Seonghwa is holding back, trying to drive him insane, Hongjoong re-doubles his efforts. He kisses a trail, hot and sloppy, right down the middle of his body, while dropping to his knees in front of him. He stops when he reaches the waistband of Hwa’s sweatpants and notices the twitch it causes. The younger looks up at him with that damn demon smile.

“Still sticking with that answer, precious?”

Seonghwa’s lips lightly parted, looking down at the man before him, again nods his head. Hongjoong clicks his tongue is disapproval.

“Lift your hips.” He commands, as he quickly pulls off Seonghwa’s sweatpants and boxers in one go.

Now with Seonghwa fully naked Hongjoong can’t help but admire the absolute god he’s kneeled in front of. As bad as he wants to impale this beautiful man on his hard cock, he wants to drag this out until his boyfriend is crying with need.

He grips Seonghwa’s hips, licking and kissing on either side of Seonghwa’s steadily leaking dick, making him buck his hips and remove one of his hands from the arm of the chair.

“Joong, please” he whispers breathlessly.

Hongjoong stops his ministrations and harshly grabs the wrist of the hand currently in his hair holding on for dear life.

“Someone’s not being a very good boy, are they? I thought I told you to keep your hands to yourself, star.”

Hongjoong stands up from his kneeled position quietly and walks away as a low whine leaves Seonghwa’s throat.

“No, Joongie, I’ll be good, I’m promise” fear in his voice that his boyfriend was going to leave him there, embarrassingly hard and dripping.

Hongjoong finally reaches the dresser and pulls out a couple of ties and a cock ring. He returns to his desperate boyfriend, once again dropping to his knees in front of him, and begins expertly tying the ties he had brought around Seonghwa’s wrists, effectively removing the use of his hands.

“This is what happens when you decide to be naughty and not listen to what I told you” he smirks up at him.

Hongjoong dangles the cock ring in between his thumb and forefinger, showing what else is in store for his precious little star. He places it in his mouth, and Seonghwa’s eyes go wide, clenching and unclenching his hands, nervous, but excited for what he feels is about to happen.

With the cock ring in his mouth, Hongjoong places his hands on the toned, tan thighs of his pretty man and in one go, deep throats his dick while also using his perfect teeth to fit the cock ring in its rightful place. Seonghwa lets out the most guttural moan Hongjoong thinks he’s ever heard come from that stubborn mouth. His shining eyes glazed over and panting heavily, Seonghwa still manages to be a little brat.

“Still choosing the Legos, Captain” he manages in between pants, mouth quirking up just a little bit at the edges.

Hongjoong pulls his mouth off his beautiful dick and begins undressing himself. Slowly and very teasingly.

As soon as his upper body is full uncovered, Seonghwa runs his tongue over his plump lips, thinking of all the things he’d love to do to the man in front of him, if only he was allowed to touch.

“Fuck Joong, you’re so gorgeous. Please, can I touch”

Hongjoong chuckles. “You think you’ve earned that, dear Hwa?”

Seonghwa pathetically whines, knowing from this point on, he’s about to lose this battle. He’s hardly hanging on as it is and Hongjoong has BARELY touched him. In the midst of their conversation, Hongjoong has rid himself of his pants and boxers, giving Seonghwa full view of his stunning body, and his red, swollen, delicious looking dick.

Hongjoong perches himself back onto Seonghwa’s lap, and the latter has his head down, trying to avoid looking at Hongjoong because he’s losing all sense of self control. He feels a grip on his chin, and his head being lifted to meet the dark, hungry eyes of his boyfriend.

“I want you to look at me as I break you and make you cry for my dick.”

Grip still steady on his chin, eyes locked, Hongjoong begins grinding into Seonghwa, the friction causing his eyes to roll back and his useless hands to clench so hard his knuckles turn white. Hongjoong finally releases his grip from Seonghwa’s chin, only to move it between the two of them, gripping their dicks slick with pre cum and jerking them off together. Seonghwa’s eyes are closed as he’s letting out a string of breathy moans and whines.

“I still want your eyes on me, Hwa.”

Seonghwa opens his eyes to look at the man currently stroking their dicks and tears are beginning to form. Hongjoong admires the way it makes it look like the stars shine in his eyes.

“Good boy” Hongjoong purrs, and the praise goes straight to his head.

As Hongjoong has set a low, torturous pace, Seonghwa is growing frustrated due to the feeling rising in his gut, and remembering that he indeed has the cock ring still placed at the base of his dick.

“Joongie, please. I need… I need to cum” he whimpers.

“Awww, you think you can beg your way out now, pretty?”

He strokes them once more and completely halts. Hot tears have now escaped Seonghwa’s eyes and are rolling down his flushed cheeks.

“What’s your answer now, my love? Still the same, huh?” Hongjoong questions as he licks the salty tears from Seonghwa’s face.

“Yes, still my Legos” his voice coming out raspy from the dryness that has settled in his throat.

Hongjoong trails another series of wet, open mouthed kisses down Seonghwa’s body, shiny with sweat, until he once more reaches this throbbing dick.

He kitten licks every inch of skin on Seonghwa’s very angry dick before engulfing it in his warm, slick mouth. He inches down until his forehead was flush with Seonghwa’s rock hard abdomen. He swallows hard around him, as Seonghwa throws his head back and lets out a scream of Hongjoong’s name.

Hongjoong pulls off and looks up at the mess that is his boyfriend.

“That’s it, let me hear your pretty voice screaming my name.”

Hongjoong’s eyes search for a bottle of lube, and he finds one within reach on the shelves under Seonghwa’s desk. The click of the cap had Seonghwa’s heart racing a million miles a minute. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. His need to cum overwhelming any other thoughts in his brain. Yes, even Legos. But he’s not about to outright let Hongjoong know that. He also wasn’t going to let him know that the lube wasn’t necessary, as he had prepped himself thoroughly earlier, putting in Hongjoong’s favorite plug, in hopes of having Hongjoong’s dick stuffed deep inside of him. He’d let him figure that out on his own.

Generously coating his fingers, he instructs the older to place his feet on the chair to give him better access. His mouth drops open as he wasn’t prepared for the sight he saw in front of him. The chrome silver plug with the star gem, sitting snugly in Seonghwa’s tight hole.

“Fuck, Hwa. You drive me fucking insane, do you know that?”

Seonghwa gives him a knowing smile.

“That was the plan, Joongie”

Hongjoong stands up and immediately unties Seonghwa’s wrist restraints, pulling him to his feet and bends him over the desk. Seonghwa gasps loudly as Hongjoong places his hand on the dip of his back and not so gently pulls the plug out just enough to stretch before shoving it back in. His voice dripping with lust.

“You knew you were going to be stuffed full with my dick tonight, didn’t you my precious star?” Hongjoong taunts, still toying with the plug.

Seonghwa chokes on a moan trying to come forward as Hongjoong is roughly fucking him with the plug.

“Yes, Captain, yes!” The tears have returned to the corners of his eyes as the pleasure is taking over.

“You enjoy being a little stubborn brat, so I can fuck you stupid on my dick, don’t you, baby?”

Hongjoong finally pulls the plug out completely, tossing it aside where it falls with a gentle clang. He pulls Seonghwa up so his back is against his chest and he strokes his dick with one hand, as the other comes around to play with his perked nipples. All that comes from Seonghwa’s mouth is a string of unintelligible syllables.

“Already can’t form a thought and my dick isn’t even inside you yet” Hongjoong scoffs, grabbing Seonghwa’s long, shiny hair and pushes him forward until his cheek rest on the desk. Seonghwa throws his arms wide searching for a handhold, trying to ground himself and in turn, destroys the Animal Crossing Lego set they had been working on beforehand.

“Joong, look what you did” he pouts and whines.

“No baby, look what YOU did. You had to push my buttons. You being a naughty boy did this. Don’t worry, we can rebuild it later after I’ve fucked you senseless.”

Hongjoong shoves his long, curved dick into Seonghwa’s hot hole dripping with the lube he prepped himself with earlier.

“Fuck, you made it nice and wet for me, huh pretty?” Hongjoong snakes a hand around Seonghwa’s front to put a pleasant pressure on his throat that had his head swimming.

“Oh god, Joong. Harder, please.” He wasn’t sure if he meant his hand, or his already toe curling thrusts, so he gave him both. One particular thrust hit Seonghwa’s prostate dead on and had him drooling and babbling underneath Hongjoong. Hongjoong lifts up one of Seonghwa’s legs, bending it and placing it on the desk, giving him an even better position to abuse his lover’s sweet spot.

Hand still gripping his throat tightly, but making sure he’s still able to breathe, he kisses down Seonghwa’s back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He continues to piston his hips full force into the man below him, the sound of slapping skin, whines, growls, and moans filling the room. Seonghwa doesn’t know up from down at this point and is sobbing from the relentless abuse on his prostate.

“Joongie, holy shit… please… let me cum. I’ll be such a good boy. I… I promise” he manages between his sobs.

Hongjoong pinches a nipple with his free hand, while pulling him back by his throat until Seonghwa’s back meets his chest.

“You’ll take what I give you, my slutty little star” he whispers sweetly into his ear.

Although Hongjoong can feel he’s close to the edge, dragging this out also being pure torture to himself as well.

“You feel so good, so tight around my dick.” Those words make Seonghwa clench hard around him. “Jesus Christ, are you trying to take my dick off?”

Seonghwa lets out a low, long whine and he can feel Hongjoong throbbing inside of him as he keeps clenching, trying to milk everything he can from the man fucking him stupid. The friction and the deep, methodically placed thrusts are driving Seonghwa mad.

Hongjoong isn’t quite ready for this to end, so he immediately pulls out and drops to the floor. He grabs Seonghwa’s plump ass cheeks, so hard that he knows it’ll leave bruises, and spreads them apart, admiring the leaking, gaping hole in between them. He then lets go to watch them jiggle back into place, and sinks his teeth into each one. Seonghwa squeaks at the mix of pain and pleasure, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. Once he’s left very visible, red, swollen, perfect teeth marks in each of his boyfriend’s cheeks, he spreads them apart again, and with absolutely no warning to Seonghwa, sticks his tongue right inside that beautiful hole and begins fucking him with it.

“God fucking damn, Captain. Your tongue feels amazing” he purrs at the man on his knees, knowing the title strokes his ego.

Feeding off of Seonghwa’s words, he re-doubles his efforts, and Seonghwa harshly pulls on Hongjoong’s dark hair, trying to push him closer, almost suffocating him. This doesn’t stop Hongjoong at all. If he dies, this will be one hell of a way to do so, and you would hear no complaints from him.

Seonghwa’s legs are like jello and he’s sure they will give out at any moment from the sheer amount of pleasure that has been coursing through his body. Hongjoong can sense that he is incredibly overwhelmed at this point so he decides to end his worship of the tight hole of his pretty boyfriend, and instead sits in the chair and pulls Seonghwa to him.

“You want to prove you’re a good boy and you deserve to cum for me?” Hongjoong’s half lidded, dark eyes looking up at the fucked out man above.

“Yes, Captain. I can prove I’m your good boy. Your perfect star.”

“Then come here, pretty, and ride me. Show me how much you want it.”

Seonghwa’s hovered over his boyfriend’s beautiful dick in an instant. So quickly that the desperation in him makes Hongjoong chuckle. Seonghwa decided to be just a little bit of a brat, trying to gain back a hint of control, and painfully slow, slides down Hongjoong’s dick. He glares at Seonghwa, fire in his eyes and he lands a loud, sharp smack to his ass. He lets out a scream, tears stinging his eyes yet again, and drops his head onto Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“I was just being a good boy, and doing what you asked, Captain” he says innocently into his neck.

“Mmm, malicious compliance, my dear Hwa. I want you to ride me like this is the last time you’ll get a taste of my dick.”

“As you wish, Captain” a bit of mocking undertone in his voice.

Seonghwa sets a steady pace, grinding his hips and making sure to drive Hongjoong mad by clenching as hard as he can. In an effort to keep focus off the overstimulation he’s feeling from the teasing he’s earned himself tonight, he licks into Hongjoong’s mouth, entangling his long, wet tongue with his. The kisses are hungry and desperate as Seonghwa is well past his limit and Hongjoong very closely reaching his own.

Hongjoong breaks their kiss, a string of saliva still attaching them. “You ride me so well. You were fucking made for me. See, THIS is you being a good boy. And good boys earn treats.”

“Oh god, please, please, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Hongjoong FINALLY pulls the cock ring off of Seonghwa’s hot, angry, profusely leaking dick. Seonghwa is absolutely sobbing now at the thought of release being SO CLOSE. Hongjoong picks up the pace in his thrusts, slamming into Seonghwa with fervor. Seonghwa can feel Hongjoong throbbing inside of him, his hips stuttering.

Hongjoong kisses the tears of his shaking, sobbing little star before whispering in his ear “Cum for me, Hwa.” Seonghwa chants of Hongjoong’s name as they cum at the same time. Seonghwa sees stars and swears he momentarily passed out. Hongjoong biting into Seonghwa’s shoulder to ground himself from the pure electricity of his own orgasm. Seonghwa slumps, absolutely exhausted, against the man he loves more than anything. Yes, even more then Legos.

Hongjoong carries Seonghwa to their bed, donned with comfy silk sheets, while he goes to gather some things. Seonghwa sniffles as he tries pulling Hongjoong back onto the bed with him.

“Where are you going?” He looks at Hongjoong with pleading eyes. He really hopes he’s not even THINKING about leaving him to go work on something.

“Baby, we need to get cleaned up, and I’m grabbing you some water and a snack.”

“Oh.”

Seonghwa felt silly for thinking that Hongjoong would just leave him all alone.

Hongjoong returns with a warm damp cloth, a water bottle, and a bowl of strawberries. He wipes down his lover as gently as he can. Seonghwa winces, still feeling the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“It’s ok, Joongie. It was so worth it” he smiles contentedly at him.

Hongjoong kisses his nose and smiles back at him, his perfect smile melting Seonghwa’s heart, yet again.

“You need to eat your snack, and please drink your water. You definitely need it after that” concern lacing his voice.

Hongjoong climbs behind Seonghwa on the bed and wraps his arms around him, placing gentle kisses on the marks and bruises he had left earlier, as Seonghwa enjoys his delicious strawberries.

“Thank you for always taking care of me, my love.”

“Seonghwa, there is nothing more I’d rather do in this life. Or my next one.”

Seonghwa finishes both his strawberries and his water and Hongjoong lays them down together. Ah, how he loves being the big spoon.

“My star, I do have a question for you though” He is giggling before he can even ask it.

“What is it, my love?”

“Legos, or my dick?”

“If me choosing Legos gets me fucked like THAT, then I’m sticking with the Legos.”

They both fall into a fit of laughter before snuggling in closer together and finally letting their exhaustion take over.

[goodneighborxfallout]

Companions react to Sole being stuck in a Pulowski Preservation shelter

Found this idea on this prompts list, and I wanted to give it a go. I ended up having so much fun writing this! However, in my reaction Dogmeat doesn’t lead the Companion to Sole, how they find her is a mystery (purely because otherwise Hancock’s and Longfellow’s reactions don’t work).

Cait:

“You’ve gotta be shitting me right now!” you hear Cait’s angry voice from outside the chamber. “How’d you manage to get yourself stuck in there?! Better not be because you were running away from a fight!”

“Help…”

“Just give it a few good kicks!”

Codsworth:

“Sir/Mum!” Codsworth calls out oh so worriedly. “Are you okay in there?! Hold on! I’ll call the firebrigade right away! One of the many virtues of having a mr. Handy around!” he says, laughing with fake cheer. His denial once again of the current state of the world immediately tells you he’s in panic mode.

 Curie:

“Madam/Monsieur? Are you in there?”

“Yes, Curie and I’m stuck! Help.”

“Oh no! This is most unfortunate! How do you suggest I start this rescue mission?”

 Danse:

Speechless because he’s so disappointed in you.

“Soldier… just….” He sighs and decides it’s not worth it, so instead of wasting more time on words, he silently helps them out and then give them judgmental looks for the rest of the day.

 Deacon:

“Hey, I ain’t judging you. These things are great eavesdropping spots, you just gotta pick the right locations. And this one: not so good. Too close to Trinity Tower, unless you can decipher some intelligent code in the Super Mutants grunting. Never was able to myself.”

“That’s great, Deacon. Can you get me out?”

“What? Oh yeah, pull the lever on your left.”

 Gage:

“Boss,” he starts but then stops for a second and breathes in deeply before he’d lash out in annoyance and disappointment. How was he supposed to put his faith in you as Overboss if you can’t even figure out how to open the door of a Pulowski Shelter. “How the hell did you get yourself stuck in there? You know what, no, I don’t even wanna know. Just get out before one of the gangs finds out.”

 Hancock:

Thinks the drugs are making him hallucinate when he hears your voice but doesn’t see you anywhere.

“The jet will make you jittery,” he mumbles to himself and moves on. Only realizing later that day that you are nowhere to be found and he might not have been hallucinating after all.

 Longfellow:

Longfellow is too preoccupied with his drunken sailor songs to even hear your cries. And by the time he gets back to his cabin, he has probably forgotten he was with you at all, so chances are there’d be no rescue for you.

 MacCready:

Mac is laughing his ass off. “Oh man! I am never letting this one go.”

“Please laugh after helping-.”

“I mean, how’d you even manage to get stuck in there in the first place?”

“Mac-“

You’ll have to wait a few minutes before he gets serious about helping you get out of there. And even then, he’ll probably get some laughter fits in between every now and then.

 Nick:

“Kid, the situations you manage to get yourself into…” he sighs.

“Help me, please.”

“And how do you expect me to do that? I don’t see what you see! I’m sure there’s a lever or a button somewhere.”

 Piper:

“Hm, interesting spot to crawl into, Blue. Tell me, what kind of secrets does it hold?” she says teasingly.

“You tell me, I thought I’d seen you hide in one of these once.”

Instantly her teasing tone changes as she feels caught. “Well, y-yeah, but that’s for my job!”

“Yeah, that makes it better, Piper.”

 Preston:

“General, why were you in there in the first place?”

“…Recon.”

“Hm. So what did you discover?” Preston says, sounding amused.

 Strong:

“Human should not hide!! Human weak!”

“Just get me out already, big guy.”

And he will, by ripping the shelter in two.

 X6-88:

“Sir/Ma’am, what were you looking for in there?”

“That’s not important, X6! Just help me get out.”

“I would recommend teleporting back to the Institute, that should solve the issue.”

[broadwayandnetflix]

i have a request for bo burnham!!:) maybe like the reader and bo watch the special when he gets done editing it and doing all the other stuff he has to do for it, and he records her reaction to the whole thing and that’s how he announces the special?? i know that’s weird but it’s been stuck in my head, so you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

Test Run - Bo Burnham x Reader

Warnings: Language

Theme: FLUFF (angst if you like squint)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: y’all I wrote this so fast, like kachow. I hope you enjoyed it, and got a break from all of the angst. but angst is still good. but this fic is not me fangirling over inside. never, couldn’t be me. I hope you enjoyed the fic though @bos-a-feminist I had sm fun writing it.

It had been late one evening when Bo had practically burst into the door of your bedroom. You sat puzzled as you gave the man time to catch his breath, as he gave you an eager look.

Trying not to giggle as Bruce yipped at Bo’s feet in pure excitement, it seemed he too was trying to figure out what was going on.

“What? Are we finally gonna have sex again?” you say humorously, causing the man to break composure for just a second.

“No! I mean what the fuck? Yes, yes, and to answer your question, yes. But not right now.”

You giggle as he looks at you with an expression you couldn’t fully decipher. In any constellation, it had been months since you had seen the man this energetic.

Usually, when Bo would come back from his long days in the guest house, he’d tend to be exhausted. Often just giving you a quick kiss before collapsing onto the mattress.

His blue eyes softening towards you as he extends his hand for you to take. Which made you realize that there was an ounce of seriousness in his actions.

Your hands fitting perfectly in his as he pulls you up from the bed, one hand making sure to hold the small of your back.

“Where are we going?” you breathe out.

Bo remained silent, but you found out soon enough as he led you outside to the guest house.

You had stopped dead in your tracks, causing him to do the same. Eyes widening as you realized what was gonna happen, turning to Bo and giving him the biggest grin you could muster.

From the minute he had set foot in the guest house to begin his special, he had been very secretive about it. Something about how it helped him to create something that no one really knew about.

I mean, you had some idea when the UPS trucks kept delivering camera equipment. Or when he had asked if he could take some of your clothes. Other than that, though, top secret.

It had been about roughly a little over a year when he had started the special. A year of emotions and hard work, and by the looks of it.

It seemed as though he had finished.

“Wait are you doing what I think you are doing?” you say, looking at him expectedly.

“Shit babe you catch on quick. Yes, if we are on the same mindset. I think we are, now hush, or I’ll never get to show you it.” Bo instructs before leading you inside.

In all honesty, you didn’t know what to expect. The last time you had seen the guest house had been roughly two years ago. Now? It looked completely different.

Wires and different camera equipment lay waste on the floor, making it almost a hazard. Other lights of various types and sizes filled the room like mini metal trees. It looked disorganized and yet organized at the same time.

Yet Bo walked through the maze of equipment with ease, almost as if it wasn’t even there. You smiled before tiptoeing to the clearing that Bo had made for you.

“Yeah apologies, I wasn’t expecting company.” Bo smirks as you break into laughter.

“It looks…well it looks well used.” you reply, getting comfortable on the chair he had provided.

In front of you sat a projection on the wall of what seemed to be an editing software. You looked back at Bo with an eager grin; he gives you a slight wink.

Anticipation settling in the air as you watched him mess around with the monitor. Until his cursor finally presses on a folder and a video screen pulls up.

You half expected him to sit beside you. Still, instead, he remains behind the computer, amongst his sea of technological instruments and cameras.

“Y/N, I’m showing this to you. Simply because you deserve to see why I’ve been so busy for like a year or more. Plus, you mean the world to me and I wanna know your input.”

Bo says softly. You can detect a hint of nerves in his actions and tone; you practically melt, realizing that was he anxious. Regardless you knew without a shadow of a doubt you were gonna love whatever he puts out.

You open your mouth to reply before he presses play, and an eerie ringing fills the room. Music filling your senses as the special, titled Inside, plays before you.

The next hour or two fills you with a multitude of emotions that you can’t quite place. It seemed like Bo was making you laugh seconds ago, and now you can’t help but feel tears well up in your eyes.

Cinematically it was stunning, breathtaking even. It was hard to believe that Bo had turned the little guest house into a studio. Or at least to the extent that it became, with its gorgeous displays and production.

Performance-wise, it was a completely different ballpark. Bo fucking delivered in more ways than one, whether in humor or just pure raw emotion.

Acting or not, it broke your heart to see the man you loved so dearly in the state that he was in. Of course, you could tell something was up even then when he was filming, but he never gave away the extent of it.

Just hearing him cry made your stomach twist in knots; you wanted to comfort him. Only to be reminded that it was just merely a video of him.

Even at the moment, it took you everything not to look back at Bo; you knew how much he valued your attention. Plus, you wanted to experience the special in full, just as you would if he were on stage.

The special wasn’t the same as his others, but it was well needed for a time like this. It felt personal and introspective, but it was also oh so clever and in-depth. You adored it and the time and effort that he had put into it.

As the credits rolled out and you saw an acknowledgment for your name, your heart soared.

You knew that the two of you had worked hard to be there for each other the past year. Especially with everything that was going on and Bo working most of the time.

To know that you had helped him in any shape or form. It just meant a lot, in more ways than he’d ever know.

The lights in the room flickered on as if he had made a make-shift movie theatre. You wiped away any stray tears, and before he could even say anything, you ran into his arms.

Bo jolting back in surprise before accepting the embrace and holding you tighter into his chest. His head resting gently on top of yours due to his taller stature.

“God I love you so much, more than you’ll ever know. I seriously don’t know if I would’ve made it out alive this past year if I didn’t have you.” he croaked into your hold.

It took you a second to realize that the man was crying, and you pulled away to meet his eyes. Your fingers brushing away his tears before reaching up to give him a kiss.

His figure bending down just a tad to meet your lips as he kisses you back sweetly. It’s light and yet so filled with passion for making up for what time that had been lost.

Yet as he looks down at you, a smile etching across his lips. As he asks you about what your thoughts are on his special, he already knows your response.

Unbeknownst to you, he had recorded your entire viewing experience. Of course, if he were to ever share it anywhere, he’d ask your permission, but it was apparent.

Even as you told him how much you loved it and how much you enjoyed it. You knew that he knew that you understood the special the way he had intended it.

It was one of the many things that made him adore you endlessly. You meant the world to him.

“We should celebrate babe! Maybe order a pizza or something.” you exclaim, arms still wrapped around his neck in your embrace.

“We definitely should, but what pizza places are open at this hour?” Bo smirks as you give him a slight frown.

“I don’t know, that’s a good question.” you hesitate.

“Actually I do know one place that’s really good and delivers.” Bo whispers seductively up against your ear.

You giggle and gesture for him to continue as he swiftly pulls away from your hold. His hand outstretched for you to take once again as he leads you towards the house. Or, more importantly, towards your bedroom.

“Me.”

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Bo sat anxiously beside you as his fingers lingered over the ‘post’ button on his different social media accounts.

The post in question was a video that he stitched together of you watching the special. With your consent, of course.

It had been edited together to be vague enough that he wouldn’t spoil the special. But nonetheless, it was sweet, and he totally made sure to include you tearing up in it.

You made it a priority to tackle him for that one.

The video was sweet and short, but it got the intended message across, and you personally loved it, just like you loved Bo and the special.

“Any-day now Robert.” you tease as you hold his one hand in yours.

“Do you think that they’ll wanna watch it?” he whispers quietly.

“Of course they will, it’s you. Baby you are so talented, your fans will be so excited.” you reassure.

Bo sighs before squeezing your one hand tightly before pressing the button. And letting Inside out into the world.

[astromaki]

part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)

part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.

tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?

EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !

confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]

a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.

momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.

it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"

he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.

and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?

that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.

and yet his signature was still missing.

"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.

"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "

"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "

"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "

the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.

however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.

though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.

the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.

but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.

"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"

he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.

your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.

but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.

"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.

you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.

"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.

he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.

a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.

"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"

a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.

"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "

your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou���s business card.

he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.

"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.

"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "

you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.

so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?

he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.

"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"

todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?

you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.

y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.

but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.

"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "

he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.

"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "

a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.

"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "

you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.

nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.

that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.

"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.

"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "

his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.

you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.

you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.

shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.

he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.

he has done too much to keep you around.

and you were drunk, not stupid.

you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.

awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.

"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "

a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?

he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.

the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.

AHHH omg sorry sorry i told you i can't do a fluffy end!! >< (comments and reblogs are appreciated <3)

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[seeuonadarknite]

freak — yandere oikawa tooru x f. reader

warnings: noncon, bullying, degradation, creampie, hickeys, exhibitionism

Milk bread? Check. Coffee? Got it. Gum?

"Shit!" The sound of your school loafers pattering against the sidewalk resonated throughout the desolate road as you hastily detoured back to the gas station. You were probably the store's first customer of the day, and here you were ever so graciously returning because you forgot something as minimal as chewing gum.

Any sane person would forget the gum and continue their journey towards the school. But you were far from that. You had to have a few screws loose if you willingly took time out of your day to cater to your high school bully and buy him a few of his favorite snacks. Hell, his friends have even dubbed you as his little admirer due to your obedient nature.

But you weren't catering to his needs like some sort of servant because you wanted to impress him. The only thing that kept you from smacking him across the face and calling him a stuck up jerk was pure fear. You're not some masochist that enjoys being taken advantage of by someone with a power imbalance over you all because of his stupid social status, but your options are limited.

It's either play along with his brutal torment for the rest of the last semester, or try and defend yourself and place a giant target on your back for his vicious fan girls. And even if you tried fighting him back, you wouldn't even need to be outnumbered by his friends to lose. We're talking about the Grand King here. He'd take you down by himself in a matter of seconds.

As hard as it was being seen as a freak that embraced Oikawa's torment, you'd much rather lose your dignity rather than your own safety. If Oikawa told those girls that you tried laying a pretty little finger on him, he'd be throwing you into a pit of rabid wolves to shred you apart and eat you alive.

Plus, you weren't as bad as everyone made you out to be. If there was anything Oikawa was better at other than playing volleyball, it was lying. He could spread a rumor about you robbing a damn bank and not a single person would bat an eye at his impossible claim. The fact that he has the entire school body in the palm of his hand is more than unsettling. Saying you weren't interested in testing his immeasurable power was an understatement.

Sprinting over to the spot behind the school that Oikawa was oh so keen on meeting you at, your heavy pants soon turned into wheezes. God, you were only three minutes late but you were shaking like a leaf. If anything positive came out of this situation, it was that you learned that it'd be a good idea to bring a grocery list next time, and maybe some water.

"You're late, [y/n]. Care to explain?" It wasn't hard to miss the irritation that laced the normally cheerful male's tone. Lo and behold, Oikawa was already stood at your regular spot, looking as cocky and smug as ever. There was nothing that excited him more than watching your face visibly drop at the sight of his presence. What, did you really think you'd get by with being even a second late? Time was precious, and you weren't going to get away with wasting his.

Oikawa basked in the way you powerlessly trembled as he made his way towards you. You didn't even bother trying to cower away, it was priceless! Placing a hand on your chin, he forcefully tilted your head upwards and rubbed a thumb over your lower lip. "I-I'm sorry! I.. I forgot the gum.." He shot you a glare. "B-But I went back and got it! That's why I'm a little late.." You could barely even muster up a coherent response, you were so nervous.

Judging by the way he ripped the grocery bag out of your hand and began rummaging through the contents of the bag, he was not buying your excuse. Picking up the can of cold coffee you had specifically picked out for him, his eyes narrowed in disgust. "You got me the kind with creamer. Are you trying ruin my perfect body image?"

Diverting his gaze from the coffee to you, he sent you an expectant look. If you didn't come up with a reasonable excuse within the course of a few seconds, Oikawa would make you regret waking up this morning. "This was the last one left! I'm sorry—" Lies. You cut yourself off as you felt a cold, sticky substance run down your chest and seep through your school uniform.

He was pouring the coffee you had paid for all over your chest, wearing a sickeningly sweet smile while doing so. You couldn't tell what was more discomforting, the feeling of ice cold coffee sticking to your skin, dripping all the way down to your bellybutton, or the unsettlingly lustful gaze Oikawa held on your figure. He had to be joking. Sure, he was a jerk that got off on making your life a living hell, but he never took it to such perverse extents.

"Aww, you look so cute with your tits covered in coffee. You must be freezing! I'll warm you up." Somehow the idea of him warming you up sent chills running up your spine. There was no way in hell he was about to do something thoughtful like giving you his jacket or helping you clean up the mess he deliberately made.

Forcefully grabbing you by the shoulders, Oikawa shoved you onto the cement with ease, watching your face contort into a cringe. You could already feel the rough texture of the ground scraping at your skin through the thin fabric of your uniform. Was he about to beat the shit out of you? Why was he looking down at you like a starved carnivore?

Instead of answering the questions rapidly flowing through your head, Oikawa straddled your waist with both lanky legs. However, instead of trying to fight him back, you stare at him with a dejected look in hopes of him hurrying up whatever the hell he planned on doing.

"Now, I'm sure you're not big on getting attacked by my loyal fans. So do me a massive favor and be quiet, alright?" You wanted to wipe the stupid smirk right off of his face as he basically threatened you. This man was about to use you for his own personal pleasure and there was nothing you could do about it.

Glancing down at your glossy eyes one last time, Oikawa basks in the fearful expression that adorns your face. Making quick work of your coffee stained uniform, he popped open the buttons, giving himself a clear frontal view of your sticky cleavage.

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced down at the lacy bra that adorned your body. "Not only have you decided to wear such a lewd piece of clothing, but you wore the kind that snaps open in the front? Ahh, you must want me to fuck you."

Oikawa wasted no time in snapping open your bra, allowing your breasts to spring free. Both of your tits were on perfect display for the setter's hungry eyes to gaze at. You felt powerless and small under his primal stare. It couldn't possibly get any more worse than this.

Maybe the rumors were right, maybe you were a tad bit unhinged. Any sane person would've seen this coming from a fucking psychopath like Oikawa. "P-Please.. don't do this.." You gave pleading one last shot as you stared pathetically into his chocolate brown eyes that gleamed with amusement.

Unfortunately for you, your doe eyes only seemed to egg the cocky brunette on as he roughly clasped your breasts with each hand. Although the uncomfortable, yucky feeling of coffee sticking to your skin still lingered, the only thing you could zero in on was your tormentor's working hands as he squeezed your hardened nipples in between his slender fingers.

He was squeezing and fondling your sensitive mounds like stress balls. Did he forget that you were a human just like him? Has he really amounted you to a mere plaything for him to toy with whenever he pleased? With the way that his hands kneaded and pulled at your breasts like dough, you were beginning to think that your theories were correct.

His half lidded eyes flicker up to yours for a split second, allowing him to witness the deliciously mortified expression you wore. Within a fluid movement, Oikawa leans down and traps your lips in a ferocious kiss. It started off with just Oikawa forcefully merging his lips onto yours, but with the squeeze of your breast you regretfully gasped, allowing passageway for his wet appendage.

It's hard to decipher what's more uncomfortable; the feeling of Oikawa's tongue swishing around yours, rendering it nearly impossible to breathe or the obvious hard on he has rubbing up against your skin. When he finally pulls away, his breaths are heavy and uneven.

Hooking his fingers under the waistbands of your skirt and panties, Oikawa tugs the elastics down, watching as your slick strings down along with your panties. Crimson shaded your cheeks as you averted your gaze from Oikawa's. If there was any possible way of coping with the mortifying situation at hand, it'd be closing your eyes and pretending to be anywhere but where you were.

Unfortunately for you, sight wasn't your only sense. Shutting your eyes wouldn't stop you from hearing the sound of Oikawa's belt buckle clinking, and it wouldn't prevent you from feeling his hardened cock running across your thigh. Opening your eyes, you couldn't help the audible gasp that escaped your lips as you gazed at his cock. It was as big in girth and in length as all of his fan girls had claimed. You really hoped that they had been bluffing.

Oikawa seemed to appreciate your unwavering eyes, as he prodded the tip of his cock at your hole. "Wait! Please, don't.. At least use a rubber." You pleaded, trying your hardest not to let any lewd noises to escape your mouth as he began easing his head into the walls of your cunt. However, all your pleading did was evoke an amused chuckle from the man top of you.

"Aww, that's all you're worried about? Don't worry, I'll pull out," He coos, grabbing the curves of your hips to steady himself as he pushes himself further inside of your pulsating hole. As uncomfortable as the foreign feeling of Oikawa's massive cock pushing your walls apart was, you felt a small wave of relief wash over you upon hearing his response.

He seemed to notice the look of relief taking over your features, because he sent you an ear to ear grin that put the cheshire cat to shame. With a forceful thrust that would surely leave you sore, Oikawa finally pushes the rest of his length into the constricting walls of your cunt. "..after I cum inside of you!" He grabs onto your legs and folds them into your chest within a fluid movement, making it easier for his cock to reach spots your measly fingers would never be able to find.

He either didn't notice or decided to ignore the the way your body physically tensed at his response. He was joking. Right? Sure, he obviously knew no boundaries and had no problem using and abusing your body, but you assumed he had the smallest bit of self control. Maybe you were thinking too highly of him.

Rearing his hips back a fraction, Oikawa thrusts back into you, already kissing the tip of your cervix with the head of his cock. His pace starts off slow and steady, allowing your insides to memorize each and every curve and vein on his cock. If you weren't so upset with him for doing this against your will, you would've been appreciative of his benign thrusts.

Glancing up at the clock that hung from the back of the school, Oikawa cringed. He had to make this quick. His comfortable, languid pace quickens as soon as you can relax. The once quiet spot behind the school is soon filled with sounds of grunts, moans, and ear deafening slaps. Any regard for your personal comfort is gone out the window, as he thrusts in and out of you at a rapid, unrhythmic pace.

He nestles his head into the crook of your neck, running his lips over the sensitive skin whilst his hips smack against yours at what feels like one hundred miles per hour. "Maybe I'll mark you. Nobody else will be allowed to fuck you like this, only me.." If your mind wasn't zeroed in on the feeling of his balls slapping your rear at full speed, you would of picked up on the hint of possessiveness in his tone.

Eyes trained on the skin of your neck, Oikawa began sucking and nibbling, leaving a trail of purple bruises starting from your neck and ending at your chest. It was a mystery how he managed to create love bites and brutally fuck your hole at the same time.

Just the twitch of his cock causes your insides to squeeze at his length like a snake constricting around its victim. "Fuck, you're really tight, huh?" He grunted in your ear, basking in the way your insides devoured his throbbing cock with each and every thrust.

As Oikawa somehow managed to fasten his pace, he moved his hand down south, placing the pads of his fingers onto your swollen nub. If you weren't close before, you definitely were now. With the pressure of his fingers working absolute wonders on your clit, and his throbbing cock desperately pushing at your cervix, your body begged you for release. A small knot formed in your abdomen as his movements quickened, and your plushy walls began clamping down on Oikawa's cock.

With one last harsh hit to your cervix, you come undone, gushing your juices all over his twitching cock. As soon as you reach your well awaited climax, your vision begins to spot and your brain starts to fog. You were far too dazed to focus in on Oikawa hooking his arms over your thighs and slamming himself into your aching hole at a ferocious pace. "Aw, what a little baby! You came so fast." He taunted in your ear, half lidded eyes trained on your figure as he pummeled into you with hostile thrusts.

Although he teased you for releasing so fast, he felt his own climax arise with the way your innards hugged his cock. All it took was one last final thrust into the milking clutch of your cunt before he reached his end, hitting your swollen cervix one last time to shoot his load into your womb with a drawn out groan. God, he didn't regret ditching his condom for a second. Seeing his hot, thick fluids seep from your quivering hole boosted his already inflated ego. Only he was capable of leaving you like this.

Sliding his cock out of your dripping cunt, Oikawa watched as you sat up from your spot on the cement and began buttoning up your shirt. Cute, now coffee wasn't the only sticky substance splattered all over your skin.

After pulling his pants back up and fixing his disheveled hair, he helped you up from the ground. It would've been a kind gesture, if he hadn't followed it by forcefully tugging your panties back up with a condescending grin. "Don't go to the bathroom or wash up. If you do, I'll fuck you again and cum inside of you twice. Don't forget, I have eyes everywhere." His voice was disturbingly cheerful for the unsettling words that came from his mouth.

Sending you one last signature grin, he flashed a peace sign at you like you were one of his fan girls asking for a picture. It baffled you how two faced he could be at times. "See you later, slut!" He giggled before leaving you alone at the scene, drenched in all kinds of different liquids.

Whoever told you that high school was going to be easy was lying through their teeth.

[fandom-puff]

Satisfaction

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader, Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: //

Summary: YN can’t help but be drawn to finn’s older brother Tommy...

AN: okay so I have VERY mixed feelings about this bc on the one hand bby Finn, but on the other hand, Tommy knows what he’s doing. So basically, Finn and YN are more friends with benefits than boyfriend and girlfriend

Warnings: smut, (sort of) cheating, Dom/sub kink, rough sex, spanking

Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, facing away from a snoring Finn. There was no dull ache in your thighs, no love bites on your skin... you sighed, standing up and wrapping finn’s shirt around yourself as you padded to his little bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you washed away the sticky mess between your thighs that came all to quickly for your liking. You glared at your reflection, running a hand through your hair. You didn’t look well-fucked and you certainly didn’t feel it. Sighing to yourself, you buttoned the shirt up and slipped into your knickers again before getting back into bed.

What you wouldn’t give to have your knickers torn and your wrists rubbed raw from bonds. As Finn snored, your mind wandered... you nodded off to images of your ass getting swatted, your tits being pinched, your cunt being well and truly used... Finn was a lovely boy, and you’d known him since you were little, but... he was shit at sex. You brought it up several times, asking him to finger you or eat you out or control you in some way, but he always told you he didn’t have the time, that he had to be somewhere. It was always fast, sloppy and over in minutes. And it was leaving you increasingly frustrated.

It all came to a head a few weeks later. As you walked into the garrison, Harry asked if you could take the tray of whiskeys into the snug, as the bar was getting pretty busy. You smiled, happy to help, but when you got into the snug, your ankle rolled in your stupid new shoes, and the glasses shattered to the floor. “Fuck!”

“Now now,” tommy grinned, blowing out a puff of smoke as you got on your knees to tidy the mess up. “Such deplorable language from a sweet young lady. Leading our Finn astray,”

You glared up at him, your lips curling into a pout. “Oh piss off, Shelby,” you hissed.

“Oy. Language.” He said lowly. You stared into his eyes for a moment, unable to stop your shiver at the commanding tone.

“Yes, Sir,” you mumbled. You soon cleared up the mess and got fresh glasses, before Finn pulled you onto his lap. John and Arthur whistled, and you blushed furiously, looking down. A while later, he began pressing clumsy kisses to your neck, mistaking your squirm as you enjoying it. You soon had enough. “Ugh... Finn. Pack it in! I’m no5 in the mood,” you groaned, pushing him away slightly and pouring yourself more whiskey. Finn looked at you.

“Ah come on, YN, let’s go home...” he said, biting his lip at you slightly. He was getting cocky recently, for no rea reason. You didn’t really like it. “I’ll sort you out, eh...”

You gritted your teeth. “No. I’m not going home with you tonight Finn. I’m not in the mood,” you stood up from the table going to the bathroom to take a moment. When you returned to the snug, Finn had left. You sighed feeling a little guilty, but at the same time... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. Eventually John and Arthur left (John to go and relive Esme of the kids, and Arthur because he was very nearly passing out with the amount of whiskey he’d consumed). That left you and tommy.

Tommy watched you for a moment as you leaned back. In actual fact, he’d been watching you since you dropped the glasses. When you pushed Finn away, saying you weren’t in the mood, he had cocked his eyebrow up. You were flustered, your brow slightly clammy... breathing heavily, irritable... oh yes. Tommy Shelby could practically feel the sexual tension radiating off you. He was confused at first- Finn had told his brothers about when he first fucked you, if he wondered in late and looking dazed... clearly his younger brother was enjoying himself more than his fuck buddy. “Finn worn you out then?” He smirked, sipping his drink. You looked up with wide eyes.

“Wh...” you began. You were about to bluff, but then you saw the stony look etched onto his handsome face and buckled, unwittingly allowing yourself to submit to him without him really trying. “No. Not in the slightest,” you murmured, looking down to your lap.

“Eyes up.”

Your head shot up and you looked at him with wide innocent eyes. He smirked. “So responsive. Haven’t even touched you yet. Come here,” he arched his brows in question, and you quickly crawled over to him. You sighed happily, letting him stroke your hair affectionately as you kneeled on the booth. “You’re practically buzzing with energy...” he murmured. “I bet you’ve never had a proper orgasm, have you pet?” You blushed slightly and mumbled, looking down. “What’s that? Speak up,” he ordered. You looked up and gulped.

“I have but... not with Finn,” you said, biting your lip softly. Tommy smirked.

“Not with Finn, ay? With somebody else then?” You shook your head and his eyes darkened. “Oh... by your own hands?”

“Yes sir,” you murmured. Tommy squeezed your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, leaning close to you.

“Like a little slut, ay? Naughty little sluts like you deserve to be punished, don’t they, Hmm?” You moaned wantonly, nodding eagerly.

“ Please...” you whispered.

***

Not fifteen minutes later you found yourself pushed up against your front door by your throat as tommy kissed you roughly while you shoved his coat off his arms. He wedged his thigh between your legs, groaning as he trailed kisses down your neck as you ground your hips on his leg.

“Look at you, already so needy,” he growled, biting your shoulder harshly. You whined out, quivering with excitement. “Tell me what you want, yn, and make sure you ask nicely,”

You moaned softly. “P-please, sir, please f-fuck me and spank me... please make me cum, please sir!”

Tommy smirked, kissing your forehead. “Good girl. Go to your bedroom. I want you naked. I want you with your face down and your pretty arse up, with your legs spread... off you go,” you moaned softly and nodded eagerly, practically running to get into position. He shook his head fondly at your innocent eagerness. He soon arrived in your room and groaned at the sight, licking his lips. “Right... YN... this will be more intense than what you’ve ever had, you understand?” You nodded. “Verbal answers,” he said sharply.

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked.

“So if it gets too much, you’re to tell me. If it gets too much, say... red, alright? Colour system. Amber if it’s getting too intense, red if you really need to stop, Green if everything is okay. So, what colour are you now?”

“Green, sir,” you said, biting your lip. He nodded and came up behind you. You held your breath for a moment, waiting for him to fuck you into oblivion.

His hand cracked against your arse and you jolted, letting out a squeal.

“Colour?” Tommy asked, rubbing away the sting.

“Still green. More, please, more!” You begged.

“Whore,” he said simply, before planting three more spanks on your arse in rapid succession. He let you calm down for a moment, before alternating between each cheek, warming up your skin. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Whose good girl are you, YN?”

“Y-yours, Tommy! Yours!” You cried out, biting your lip hard. He gave you a few more swats before dipping his fingers into your wetness. “Oh- Oh! Please fuck me, please!” You moaned, pushing yourself back on his fingers. He grinned, smearing your wetness around your needy cunt, before tasting you. He groaned softly.

“I’m going to have to have you coming on my tongue at some point, love. You don’t half taste amazing,” he moaned, unzipping his trousers, lining his cock up. Slowly, he pushed into you, groaning at your tightness while you whimpered at his size.

He left you to adjust for a moment before you began grinding your hips slightly. He grabbed hold of your hips, pushing his fingers into your flesh, starting to fuck you ruthlessly. The constant assault of your most sensitive spots had you moaning like a well-paid whore within moments as tommy fucked you. You cried out, already seeing spots as tommy pounded into you, and you whimpered when he grabbed a fistful of your hair. “You like this, eh, love? Like being fucked like a little slut?” You moaned almost embarrassingly loud, unable to stop the sound as it escaped your lips. You could barely form the word ‘yes’ and Tommy just smirked down at you. As he fucked you, he spanked your arse a few more times, loving the way you jolted and tightened your cunt around him. You were so tight, so warm, so wet... he felt his cock twitch slightly in warning and he moaned, reaching around you to rub your sensitive little clit. You cried out, your whole body shaking as you held back your orgasm, wanting this moment to last forever.

“Please!” You squealed, arching your back.

“Please what darling?” He groaned through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming a little sloppier. Even his sloppy thrusts made your eyes roll back, you noted.

“Please may I cum? Please?” You groaned out. When tommy told you yes, you let out a loud, broken cry of sheer ecstasy, your front half pitching forward into the pillows as you muffled your sighs. You felt tommy pull out and whined from the loss, but moaned again when you felt his cum spattering against the backs of your thighs. He pushed his thumb roughly against your clit and you screamed, overstimulated but still pushing against his hand, rutting your hips against his calloused thumb until you came again, your vision blurring- whether from tears or pure pleasure (or both) you couldn’t quite decipher. After what felt like the tenth powerful orgasm (in reality it was perhaps the fourth or maybe fifth) you pushed Tommy’s hand away from your sex, moaning “enough... red,”.

Tommy smiled and wiped you clean, coming to your side. “You were a very good girl for me, YN,” he murmured, stroking the tears off your cheeks. “Very good,” you smiled lazily and let your eyes droop slightly, completely spent. Tommy smiled and tucked a blanket around you gently, kissing your forehead. You had no idea how this would affect your relationship... whether Finn would still keep asking you round for a quick fuck when he felt like it, or if tommy didn’t like to share... all that you’d sort out in the morning, but for now you were well fucked and sated, your hair a complete mess, a dull ache already blooming between your legs, lovebites on your shoulders... you were, for the first time in your life, utterly well-fucked.

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[shedreamsofstars]

better the devil you know

rating: explicit

tags: emotional manipulation, referenced cheating, angst, unhealthy relationships, physical abuse, explicit sexual content, mildly dubious consent

... xxx ...

They say the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t. But what if the one you know is the worst of them all. What if he had your back arched against a wall, cold hands gripping your hips, mouth warm between your thighs.

What if he was a lover who could unlock heaven with nothing but his touch.

This and several other thoughts had crossed Akito’s mind as she cursed holy, reaching for the head of dark hair below her waist, tangling her fingers in the fine, silky stands as she pulled him closer.

It was a shame that her lover had to be Shigure Sohma of all people, prideful bastard that he was.

She tugged at her tie, loosening it and throwing it to the ground as she filled her lungs with shallow breaths whilst Shigure worked his tongue against her, unleashing some primal instinct with each stroke. He paused to laugh against her inner thigh as she squirmed, pulling back enough to look up at her, perfect teeth flashing in a grin.

He knew her.

Knew her down to her bones, to the very blood that ran through her veins.

And yet, she could never say the same about him.

He could predict her every movement, know exactly where to push her to make her come apart, fall like a helpless victim into his waiting arms. But she could barely scratch the surface of him, so thick was his armour.

Part of it was her fault.

She could admit that much at least, breath hitching as he slung one of her legs over his shoulder and pushed his tongue deeper inside her. It took all she had to keep her eyes open, to keep from closing them and giving in to him completely.

She needed to witness this.

Needed to see him giving her exactly what she wanted, needed that semblance of control over him no matter how insignificant or fleeting it might be. She needed to know she had him, even if just for this moment, because when they were done she would lose him again, just like always.

He was always someone she could never be deserving of. Or perhaps her wretched heart deserved nothing better than this man who could fuck her like she was his god, like he worshipped no one but her, and then turn on her with flippant indifference.

His tongue lashed against her wildly, sending sparks searing through her skin and a different kind of warmth between her legs. But before it could blossom into anything more, Shigure pulled away.

His warm exhale sent shivers up and down her spine, but before she could ask him why he’d stopped, he was standing before her. Those dark unreadable eyes stared down at her as his finger hooked against the top of her shirt.

“I hope you’re not too fond of this,” he murmured, tugging at it harshly. The top button snapped loose and skittered across the floor. Akito huffed in annoyance, undoing the other buttons herself and letting the loose material slide off her, exposing the tight bindings she still wore across her chest.

Shigure made short work of them, eyes locked onto hers the entire time. She felt lighter the moment they fell away, breasts aching from the sudden freedom. If Shigure noticed her wince of pain he didn’t show it as his hands ran down her naked form.

It was her fault his armour was so thick.

She’d hurt him, and he’d bled, and he’d scarred, and then she’d done it again and again. With every consecutive cut, his scars had grown thicker and thicker until they were so tough that she couldn’t get through to him anymore. He was impenetrable, and she often found she barely recognised the empty gaze that watched her so keenly.

His touch was slow and caressing, but his kiss was anything but as his mouth collided with her own. It was all teeth and tugging and tangled tongues as his hands reached her chest, massaging and flicking her breasts. This time they ached in a pleasant way and she sighed into him.

She ran her hands across his smooth shoulders, drawing off his kimono and boxers until he was kissing her as bare as she was. His cock was hard as he ground his hips against hers, and she throbbed for him to be inside her already.

“Hurry up,” she snapped, biting at his lip hard enough for it to sting and opening her legs wider for him. He pulled back with a hiss, running a hand across his full lips. He tilted his head at her, tutting softly.

“Have a little patience, Akito,” he said lightly, smiling infuriatingly. “It’s not like we’re in a hurry. Unless, of course, you’re expecting someone?”

Mischief glimmered in his eyes, taunting her to respond, to refute or confirm the statement but she refused to rise to it. Instead, she gripped the back of his hair tightly, giving a sharp tug.

He chuckled lowly, chest vibrating and breath ghosting over her face as he adjusted himself and pushed into her. He was slow, agonisingly so, with those calculating eyes took in her every expression as he stretched and filled her, smiling smugly as he felt how wet she was for him

“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped, dipping down to groan into the softness of her breasts. Her body quivered as his tongue traced unholy words on her skin. “It’s such a shame you choose to hide this you.”

“I thought I told you to hurry up,” Akito hissed, tugging his hair again as she longed for the fullness of him inside her and for his mouth to stop talking so much.

Shigure rose and pressed his forehead to hers, his already dark eyes shifting to pure black as his hands settled against her hips. “Don’t say you didn’t ask for it,” he whispered sensuously, ramming fully into her without any other warning. It was enough to steal her breath away, leaving her clinging to him for dear life.

Shigure moaned into the shell of her ear, slurring something about how good she felt as he began to thrust in and out of her. He was forceful enough to make sure her hands were on him at all times, holding onto his back, his ass, any part of him she could reach so long as it made her his.

Her hands traced the muscles on his back, toned and rippling with every pant as he sank into her, hard and full and thick enough to make her gasp with every stroke. Akito shuddered as his hips pulled away, screaming in pleasure when he thrust back into her fully.

His hands slipped to the side of her neck, thumb brushing her chin as he towered over her. “That’s a little loud, love,” he growled, his hand crushing her mouth as his pace intensified, muffling the moans against his skin, capturing them in the palms of his hands as his own heavy breathing filled the room.

He groaned as she tightened in the best way, clenching around his cock as she screamed something that was unmistakeably his name, legs shaking as an orgasm rocked through her. It was almost enough to make him come from the sound alone. He slowed to a stop, brushing Akito’s damp hair out her eyes as she came down from her climax, held up only by his strength alone.

Shigure brought them both to the ground, sitting her against the wall before lounging lazily beside her, his eyes raking across her shaking form as the last shudders of pleasure ran through her.

Her breath was still shallow when she laid eyes on him, trying to decipher that look on his face that lingered somewhere between tortured and pleasured. “What are you thinking?” he asked when she was quiet for longer than she’d intended to be.

“Nothing,” she said, unable to hide the annoyance in her tone. She hated that he was so upfront like that, asking her to bare herself for him whilst never doing it himself.

“It’s not that again is it?” he said with a disappointed lilt to his deep voice.

Akito’s eyes flashed dangerously. “What?” she challenged, hoping, and praying to whatever higher being there was than her that he wasn’t going to bring that woman up. Not now, when he’d just been inside her.

Shigure clearly caught onto how dangerous his words had been and changed his tone completely. “It was nothing, don’t trouble yourself,” he said nonchalantly, as if he was merely going to ask her what the weather was like tomorrow.

But there was that gleam in his eyes that betrayed him.

“No,” Akito said firmly, leaning in closer to him so their faces were merely inches apart. It didn’t escape her notice that he was fully aroused, but she was too focused on his words to care about anything else. “Say it,” she pushed.

He might have been stupid enough to bring up the topic, but she was the one who’d make sure he saw it through. Shigure worked his jaw as he breathed out a wary sigh. His hand ran down his face before resting on the ground in between the two of them. “Akito, the thing with Ren was-”

The back of her hand connected with his face so quickly that she barely had the conscious thought to lash out before she’d already done it.

His head cracked to the side, cheek gleaming red from where the impact of her nails had sliced against his skin like claw marks. Small beads of blood rose to the surface, staining the hair that had flicked across his face.

Shigure was barely phased as he pressed his fingers to his face, smearing a bloody trail down his cheek, proof of her sin. He leaned towards her slowly, grasping her chin in the same bloodied fingers as he forced her to look at him, to stare at those infuriatingly empty eyes, devoid of all emotion.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to do that,” he murmured, his breath pushing against her lips, his nails digging into her jaw. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, he would never go so far as that, but it was uncomfortable to say the least.

“Get off of me,” she growled, attempting to shake her head as she pried at his fingers with her own. But his grip was like a vice, and with every attempt to escape, he only held on to her harder.

His mouth collided with hers, teeth knocking against hers in a violent kiss. She hated that she wanted it, that she returned it instead of shoving him away like she ought, knowing that nothing good could come from this.

“What did you think that would achieve?” he asked, voice a harsh whisper as he dragged mouth along her jaw, teeth scraping along her skin.

“Do you think that hurts me? That it’ll make me weak enough for you to control,” he continued when she said nothing, a quiet chuckle rumbling through his chest. Akito gasped as his free hand dived between her legs, fingers dipping into her. “Try. Harder.”

She squirmed as he curled his finger, buried inside her to the knuckle. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out as he moved quickly, too quickly. She grabbed at his wrist, pinning it to the ground, his finger covered in her slick as she backed off it.

“What?” Shigure said, raising a single brow at her. “I say one truth that mildly upsets you and suddenly you don’t want this.”

She did want it. She wanted it so bad that she ached for him despite how horrid he was to her. That was what scared her, what made her hesitate.

“You look like you want it,” he said smugly, pulling his hand free and bringing his slick finger to her lips. “See for yourself.” She could taste herself on him, the watery sweetness only further proof of her need for him.

She pushed his hand away once more. “I can do that much without your help.”

“Maybe,” he countered. “But it’s me you’re thinking of when you do it.”

“Is it?” she said, frowning as if in thought. “Because I can think of others who can please me the way I want.”

Shigure clicked his tongue, pulling her by the waist until she rested in his lap. She tried to snap her legs shut but it took him no effort at all to pry them apart. “Two can play at that game,” he whispered against her neck, pushing his hard cock into her with a single smooth thrust.

Akito gasped as he filled her with his warmth just as he had before.

And again, she let him.

Let him lift her hips and slide into her over and over and over at a punishing pace. She hated that she loved it, loved that she hated it. She wanted him to go, but she never wanted him to stop, didn’t want to lose the connection she had to him, the way he made her very soul shudder with delight.

“You know he can never compare right? The one you always run to when things get too hard to handle.”

Akito tried to reply, but he thrust into so hard that she had no breath left to even protest his roughness let alone argue, her arms tight around his neck as she held onto him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said breathlessly when he finally slowed a little. She reached down to trail her fingers down his arms as he continued to pound into her. His muscles flickered under the touch, his cock twitching wildly as he shoved her back roughly, her head knocking hard against the floor as he covered her with his large frame.

“He can never fuck you the way I do. I know you better,” Shigure spat, jealousy simmering off of him in hateful waves with every word as he pressed his body further into hers, moulding himself to the shape of her.

“He can learn,” she bit back.

“No,” he said with a slight shake of his head, frowning as he stared down at her. “There’s no learning you.” One of his hands tangled in her hair, nails dragging down her scalp pleasurably.

“I can make you whine and beg and scream and scratch and claw and bite with every shove of my cock inside you. That’s not something he can learn, no matter how many times you try to convince yourself he’s just as good as me,” he said stonily, catching her lips in a bruising kiss as he picked up the pace, fucking her into the ground with every thrust of his hips, relishing in her breathless moans and whimpers.

She hated that he was right even as she loved the way he stretched her, treated her as anything but a delicate doll, like she couldn’t be broken.

Kureno was … adequate. He was gentle and tender, which was nice until it wasn’t.

He was good until she remembered that Shigure could do all that and this, could be loving and rough all at once. But there was no chance in fiery hell that she would ever admit that to him. Not when he’d slept with her mother, the vile woman who had birthed her and tormented her, all in the name of revenge.

And some revenge it had been, when it was he who had been the first to drift away from her.

“Do you think of me when he’s inside you?”

The words brought her back to the present, and instinctively she pushed against his chest to get away from him and his twisty double-edged words. But he met her resistance with his own, keeping her against him.

“Do you lie back and moan into his ear, pretending that his writhing pleases you when with every thrust you imagine my face on his, my lips on yours, my cock inside you.”

She pressed her hands against his mouth, trying to get him to choke on his own words even as she chased paradise with every lift of her hips to the rhythm of his. But he was trickier than that, of course he was. He opened his mouth under her fingers, sucking on them and making her lose her delicate threads of control.

She pulled back with a loud hiss the second his teeth nipped at her skin, locking her left leg around his and flipping him around so he was underneath her, his hands finding her hips instantly to pull her deeper onto him.

Akito reached out to the side, panting heavily as her hand searched for purchase on anything she could use to her advantage against the man beneath her. It landed on something silky and she pulled it towards her, finding the tie she’d abandoned earlier.

Without another thought, she shoved it into Shigure’s mouth, muffling whatever taunt he was currently in the middle of. It was one way to keep that infuriating mouth of his shut at least she decided, wondering why she hadn’t thought to just gag him sooner. But even still, those damned eyes of his glimmered with mirth.

The bastard was clearly enjoying this.

She supposed she could see why. She was working herself on him and pleasuring them both, whilst all he did was sit back and admire the view. She wanted him to suffer though, she wanted to take and give nothing in return the way he did to her so often that she was left wondering how he had any space left in that tiny heart of his.

She had very few weapons at her disposal, especially now, but there was one that would do the trick just fine.

She lowered herself onto him, deep and full over and over until she felt him begin to twitch wildly inside her, waited for him to throw his head back and moan through the fabric in his mouth. But just before he could find release, she shifted off of him effortlessly, rolling off and to the side in a single fluid motion.

“I’m tired,” she said sourly, ignoring how empty and unfulfilled she felt without him inside her as she turned to face him. “Leave.”

Shigure let out a shocked half-chuckle, partially sitting up on his elbows as if half believing her actions to be a joke. His cock was still hard and pulsing as he pulled the tie from his mouth. “You’re not serious?”

But she was. If he wanted her to get him off, then he would have to beg for it. And she knew he never would.

“I said you can leave now,” she said again, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

“So that’s how it’s going to go, is it?” he said, sitting up fully and facing her. “You get everything you want, and I get to leave unsatisfied.”

Akito said nothing, focusing her gaze on the open window and staring blankly at the moon.

“Of course,” he continued quietly. “That’s how it’s always been and that’s how it always will be,” he said, laughing violently as he threw is head back, his smooth chest glistening in the moonlight.

“Maybe next time you’ll learn to keep your mouth shut whilst in my presence,” Akito snapped.

He pulled on his clothes with venomous force, his lips plastered into a smirk as he dressed himself, kimono draping over his raging boner and hiding it from view. “Maybe next time there won’t be a next time.”

Akito bristled at that, hating that she couldn’t so much as hide how much she hated the thought of that. Of losing him forever.

“You were the one that brought up Kureno,” she spat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from pure frustration. “How you were so much fucking better than him.”

“I am,” Shigure yelled back, the mask of indifference slipping for a single moment as hurt flashed across his face. But then it was gone, so quickly that she wondered if it had ever really been or if she’d just imagined it. “And in case you didn’t notice Akito, you liked it.”

“I … didn’t,” she said, her words dying to a whisper.

He sighed, composing himself once more. “Don’t lie to yourself. And don’t worry,” he said, voice as soft as honey, deceptively hiding the anger she knew simmered just below the surface. “I’ll send Kureno to finish what I started. Or perhaps he’s already outside, waiting like the bitch he is.”

With that, Shigure sauntered out the door and Akito felt the tension in the air release. The door slid shut behind him and already she felt her heart ache for his presence, for the feel of him pressing into her, taking up too much space and forcing her to make room for him.

But with him gone, she found herself shaking from the cold night air. The window had been thrown wide all evening, but with Shigure here sharing his warmth, she’d barely noticed it. Akito stood to close it before heading into the bathroom.

She didn’t recognise the person in the mirror. Dishevelled hair and red-rimmed eyes stared back at her. Shigure’s blood was still smeared against her chin like a mark of possession, reminding her that she was his no matter how much she denied it or fought against it.

She ran a finger down her skin, the blood mixing with the light sheen of sweat on her face. It disgusted her. He disgusted her.

Akito slammed open the tap and threw hot water onto her face, scrubbing brutally at her skin to remove every trace of him. She dunked her head under the water and when even that wasn’t enough, she walked into the shower and turned it so hot that it almost seared her skin, letting it burn away the remnants of his touch as she scoured herself raw.

It was a long while before she felt clean again, pure. But though her body had been cleansed, her mind was anything but. As she stepped out of the steam and stared at herself again, skin as pink as a new-born and hair hanging damp around her face, thoughts of Shigure pressed her again.

He was exasperating and maddening, but she couldn’t help but long for his touch again. For his lips to kiss every inch of her skin, to find rapture every time he sank into her, for him to call her beautiful, call her his.

Akito ran a finger down her chin, tracing where his blood had stained her chin. It was gone now, but she could still feel like, like an invisible scar binding her to a man she despised often and loved often more.

Shigure was bound to her by a chain entirely other to the zodiac bond they shared, but somehow this one seemed more powerful, more important. Though all the zodiac members held the potential to hurt her, to leave her and pain her, Shigure alone held the power to ruin her.

And he would.

Given half a chance, he would destroy her and everything she stood for. And yet Akito knew that all the broken pieces of her would continue to find a way to love him anyway. To cut him and make him bleed, but also to love him so brutally that there’d be nothing left of her.

They say the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t. And so what if the one you know is the worst of them all. So what if he’s difficult and manipulative and definitely worse than anyone else out there. What does that matter when sometimes he’s yours and yours alone, fucking you senseless in a hell of your own making.

Hell is where the devil belongs after all. And Akito knew she belonged right there with him.

[sincerelynamkook]

Glock

Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut 🔥 Mayhaps a smidge of angst 💔

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: gun play, oral, bondage

Playlist: "She Luvin It” by Jimmy Brown // “Besame” by Camila

A/N: I wrote this one a while ago and it’s probably what started my mafia AU obsession lmao. Enjoy!

“Sir she tried to escape again.” The young man says as he walks into the office. Hoseok stands from his chair and walks over to the window facing the woods, arms crossed with disappointment etched on his face. 

“I’ve abided by every single one of her requests. I’ve gone out of my way to make sure she’s safe and taken care of. Is this how she repays me?” He growls to his capo. 

“With all due respect, I think you’ve spoiled her too much and this has made her forget she’s your prisoner.”

Hoseok hums in agreement. “Perhaps you’re right. Seems I need to remind her how things are done here.” He walks back to his desk and opens the middle drawer where he takes out a single silver key along with his glock. He places the glock in his holster and starts to walk out the office, his capo following him. 

“Cuff her and bring her to the range. Let the soldiers know I don’t need them out there right now and turn its surveillance off.” He commands as he walks along the long hallway of his castle and heads to the back of the house where he has his own gun range for his clan to practice in. But tonight he’ll be doing other types of practice. 

The capo follows orders and walkies the soldiers guarding her room to cuff her and bring her outside. “Make sure she’s wearing emerald green. He’s in a mood tonight.” His tone of voice makes the soldiers aware of the situation, weary of what will happen to the girl but they follow the orders nonetheless. 

She protests as they walk inside her room with the cuffs out, ready to be placed around her wrists. She begs them not to take her to him. Pleads with tears in her eyes as she tries to push them away, but she is no match for their strength. 

Giving up, she allows them to each grab one of her arms as they lead her outside. Head bowed to the ground she prays to any god that will listen to her pleas. “Please stop” she softly whispers. 

Hoseok hears their footsteps behind him. Turning around to face them he begins to roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt, removes his tie and unbuttons the top two buttons. 

“Leave.” He says to the soldiers after they’ve gotten the girl to kneel on the ground. 

The breeze makes her shiver, reminding her she’s basically naked under the green satin robe. Her hair flows in the wind, sticking to her glossy lips. Heart stopping when she feels his hands move the hair away from her face. She hates him, but her body feels differently. 

He stands in front of her, the low sun behind him casting a glow around him adding a majestic look to his already dominant energy. His hair is swept to the side with fresh undercut peeking through the disheveled strands of hair. His eyebrows are furrowed, lips pursed together in anger or disappointment. One thing is for sure, he’s not happy. 

“Why?” He asks her as he looks down at her from where he stands. He’s shaking in rage from her actions but also rage from him not understanding why he’s starting to feel the way he feels about her. Those deeper feelings weren’t part of the plan.

“What do you mean why? I’m a PRISONER here.” She yells with anger. Her chest rises with her every breath, adrenaline coursing through her veins. 

“So you do know you’re a prisoner.” He leans back as he crosses his arms. His biceps flexing, making the shirt tighten on his arms. She swallows and curses at herself for noticing. 

“Of course I know. Every second that I can’t speak to my family, friends, or do whatever the fuck I feel like is a reminder to that.” 

“I’ve given you everything you’ve asked for. I’ve treated you better than I treat my people. I’ve given you more than I’ve ever given anyone before and you dare to treat me this way?!” 

She jumps hearing his voice rise in volume, realizing what he says is true. He’s met every single of her demands and then some, but what he doesn’t know is that he takes a little piece of her heart every time he does what she asks him to do. She needs to leave this place before he ends up owning her entirely. 

He sees her close her eyes as she takes a deep breath, giving him time to admire her otherworldly beauty. The sun makes her glow, making her seem likes she is not real, making her seem like the innocent pure soul she is. His heart wrenches in slight pain when he realizes he is tainting her with his darkness. 

“I think I need to remind you who you are to me.” He says as he reaches behind his back to grab his glock. 

He points it at her and her world stops. He wouldn’t, would he? She thinks back to all the moments they’ve shared in private, all the whispered nothings he’s said to her, his soft touches, the way he looks at her when he thinks she’s not paying attention. 

What they both don’t realize, is that he too is giving her his heart piece by piece. 

“What are you doing?” She whispers as he takes a step closer to her. 

He places the tip of the gun on her forehead, leaving it there for a few seconds until he hears her take a deep breath. He moves the gun along her face slowly without any pressure. His eyes following the movements. Her eyes are still closed, mouth slightly open as her breaths quicken in fear. Her lips glisten as the tip of the gun touches them. 

“Show me what your smart mouth can do.” He commands. Her eyes open in surprise, mouth opening a little more as she gasps. He takes the opportunity to push the glock in her mouth. 

Accepting the challenge, she makes eye contact with him as she starts to work her tongue around the glock as he moves it in and out. 

She brings her cuffed hands up to hold the glock in place. Her dainty hands covering his strong ones. He feels himself harden even more at the touch, imagining her doing what she’s doing to the glock to his dick. 

She pushes his hands away from her and he allows her to remove the glock out of her mouth. She brings the glock back towards her face but sticks her tongue out and begins to lick upwards, starting from where his fingers hold the handle all the way to the tip, never breaking eye contact with him. 

His dick twitched when he felt her tongue touch his fingers for a slight moment. He’s starting to lose his patience, wanting to feel the warmth of her mouth on his cock, the feel of her lips sucking on his skin. 

He feels her hands leave his only to feel her start to unbuckle his belt. He throws the glock behind him, freeing his hands to assist her. 

They quickly make work of his pants and underwear, pushing them down his thighs far enough for his dick to spring free from the restraints. His veins screaming for her tongue.

She sucks him into her mouth with no warning, bobbing up and down as she fists her still cuffed hands around the base. The clanking of the cuffs reminding him she’s his, thus adding to his pleasure.

She licks along his dick, showing more love to his veins, knowing that’s his weakness. She places him back in his mouth, making sure his dick touches the back of her throat making her gag. His guttural moan letting her know he’s close to reaching his peak. She continues to explore his dick with her mouth, massaging his balls with her hands. His breathing has quickened, hair a disheveled mess as he rakes his fingers through it. His forehead now in full display. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth open in pleasure. The now shining moon casting a shadow along his jawline, emphasizing his sculpted face. 

She feels herself drenched, wanting to reach her own pleasure. She hears his soft words in between his moans, “Baby, please, I’m close” he says as he looks down at her, pure pleasure etched on his face. 

She gives him one last stroke with her tongue before sucking him one last time. She feels him come inside her mouth, dick twitching as he releases his full orgasm. She swallows, drinking him all in. 

He removes himself from her mouth, taking deep breaths as he comes down from his high. He sees her lick her lips, swallowing the last of his cum. She wipes her lips with her thumb, smiling softly at him, forgetting for a moment that she’s his prisoner. 

He stares at her for a few seconds before he remembers the point of this situation he caused himself to be in. She notices his realization when he hardens his expression and starts to put himself back together, all the while she’s still kneeling on the ground. She shivers once more, feeling dirty and used. He walks where he threw his glock and picks it up, placing it back in its holster. 

He takes out his phone from his pants pockets and dials his soldiers. 

“You can come get her.” He says as he makes eye contact with her. Instead of the warmth she’s used to receiving from him, all she feels is ice. They stare at each other, trying to tell each other their feelings without words, neither deciphering each other’s feelings. 

He sees a tear fall down her face, breaking a piece of his heart knowing he’s causing her pain. He turns away from her and starts to walk back to the house, leaving her alone in the dark. 

[sirensmojo]

“Hush” - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Pure Smut.

Summary: You’re Tommy Shelby’s girlfriend since before he went to France. Now that he is back, your relationship took a different turn. With his trauma, you went from “once a week” to an everyday necessity. You’re his peace, his quiet place. He can’t deal with anything if you’re not by his side.

Word count: 2K

*Masterlist*

That day you woke up next to him, one of his arms around your neck. Thomas was still sleeping, his face peaceful. That was the only time when you couldn't see any prints of sadness that usually was on Tommy's face. Things got very overwhelming for him since he was back home. It didn't take you long to see he hadn't return the same. It was like even breathing was something that coasted him a lot. His mind was undoubtedly elsewhere all the time, but you didn't care. He was your Shelby. All that matter for you was to keep him close, and he kenned you took that task seriously. 

Often Arthur would break down, and no one but Tommy could get something out of him when he was that way. The main question that remained was who was there for Tommy if he was the one there for everybody. Guess it’ll have to be you. "Hush..." You used to murmur whenever he would sharply let his head drop on your chest in a huff, him groaning while his arms embraced your waist and held you tight. 

Anytime, whenever he needed to clear his mind, it was towards you he would turn to, and even when he didn’t act like he needed you you’d still remained by his side.

Of course your life didn’t turn around him, you’d still attend to your usual business tasks as owning a restaurant in Small Heath, but he and you were together whenever you had the occasion to.

You ran your fingers into his mane slowly, still looking in amazement at how calm he was when sleeping. He was running the business family, so he bore a heavy burden on his shoulders.

Today, like every other day, he will run all over the city to try to make it all work, and all you wanted was to make his waking as smooth as you could, knowing pressure will follow him all day long. You wanted his mornings free of any heavy and too demanding thoughts, as for sure, they will run in his mind all day. 

Tommy exhaled deeply and mechanically pulled you closer to him, your head now pressed against his chest. "my love", You lowly let out, felling his heart beating in chest. Your other hand hassled to reach his cheek as your got your head up to his, stroking it gently. He groaned as a response, making you instantly smile.

"Wake up, handsome" You added. It wasn’t an easy task to wake him up, he was pretty slow to open his eyes, and you felt proud of this. To you it meant he felt safe in your arms, he felt good, with you.

His lids finally opened, his deep blue eyes now staring at yours. 

He didn't need to talk. Words weren't enough. They will never be enough for him to express everything. He was, indeed, always at a loss of words to describe anything that happened to him or even the simplest thing. With Thomas Shelby, you had to decipher each his thoughts from his eyes, for he will not speak them. And to do that, you would drown in his orbs for as long as you needed to. And then, there it was. You knew precisely what was on his mind. 

You slid both your hands on his neck and started to peck at his face. Your damp and warm lips encountered his skin with tenderness. Each time they would drop on his skin, you could hear growls emanating from his throat. Deep and stifled they were, you could recognize them among thousand others.

You didn't lose contact with his eyes, and finally dared to kiss his lips. Tom welcomed it pleasingly. He kissed you back with an urge, making explicit what he wanted in reality. The simple fact you could read him so well made you gasp for air, you couldn’t believe the connection that bonded you together. It was even more explicit and passionate than before war. 

Your lips opened slightly in a sigh, only arousing further his desire for you. He took advantage of your mind being elsewhere to slid the tip of his tongue in your mouth, and you met him in some sort of approval. Only then he leaned on you.

 His callous hands dawdle on every part of your body he would meet during his race to reach your hips. That was the part of your body he liked the most, you could tell because whenever he got the chance to, he would grasp them, even if you were in the middle of the street, or Arthur's pub. Thomas never cared about who was around.

When you were in the same place as him, you were the only thing he would see. Tommy could spend hours watching and touching you if you didn't call him out. "Thomas, keep your hands for yourself", you would say. And just like that, he would head back to reality and manage family affairs like a boss. His swinging moods made you laugh the most. If was typical of you to turn consequences of his traumatic experience into jokes, you’d rather laugh about it than cry over it, or else you would never stop.

Just imagining what he had to endure to change that drastically stopped air from filling your lungs, and it would leave you throat knotted. He, that was always being playful, making jokes and even believed he could change the world, was the same as the one that solely speaks when its needed and couldn’t smile most of the time. 

His hands finally meet the skin of your hips he greedily kneaded in between his fingers. You could already feel his growing bump against your core. You pressed your body upward to get in touch with him more. He abruptly pulled your body down with much pressure, your back sinking in the sheets. You groaned to voice your displeasure, which led to Tommy to bite the thin skin of the hollow of your neck, only teasing you further. "Thomas"Letting out a whimper. 

Your voice sounded way more sensual than what you intended to, and you cursed yourself in this very moment for letting him see the breadth of his power over you. You bite your bottom lips. 

On his side, Thomas was too focused on touching, licking, sucking, and fiddling with your breasts. Eventually, one of your buds filled his mouth when you grabbed his head in your hands. You wanted to tell him to stop teasing you, but at the sight of the size of his pupils that had increased by a factor of ten, you stopped in tracks.

Not a single word could leave your mouth. Your eyes then dropped on his delicate lips encircling your bud. "Fuck" You managed to mutter before your face dropped back on the pillow. "Do my girl want me to stop?" His deep voice ignited something in you.

His warm breath sent chills down your spine, and you wet a bit more your underwear. Your hands were squeezing the sheet in an attempt not to explode. "I need you, inside" You lowly speak with urge. Your tone was high pitched, which led to an even more excited Thomas if that was even possible. 

Without losing another minute, he aligned himself, and in one single movement, he thrust into you, a muffled scream dropping from your lips. "Tommy" You sensually muttered. One of your hands reached for his jaw. You fondled it as it clenched. 

You never called him that way out of this room for the simple reason it drove him crazy, calling him by his surname was like pressing the “on” button, and you could never turn him off when that happened, you knew it from experience...

Thomas quickly grabbed one of your legs and folded it against his pelvis, before suddenly thrust youfrom another angle. He was now filling you wholly, His harshness was everything you wanted from him right now, and you let him know your satisfaction by filling the room with high-pitched moans. 

Whenever Tommy was fucking you, you would feel all his love for you that "was burning into his soul" as he would often tell you whenever he drank too much. "Y/N, you'll never know what is fucking burning inside of me" He would begin. "It is you".

You never discuss those words with him when he was sober. You knew he would not admit it. Not that he would deny his feelings for you, but admit it while being sober will make them too real. Too real for him to manage, and that was okay with you.

Yes, he could run a family business, cut people and even be the fucking king of Birmingham, but asking him to get his shit together was something way above his capacities. But you loved him anyway, it was okay for you that way. He could either be the cold, or sober or drunk or mushy Thomas, you accepted everything because it was his way to give you his all. And you signed for it.

You knew precisely in what you put your feet in the very first day he talked to you when he came back. "I know we were kind of 'a thing' before. But everything's different now" Was what he succeed to word after weeks of avoiding you. He pushed you away every time you tried to reach him, but he dramatically failed.

You were well decided to either kill yourself after you killed him if he didn’t stop running away from you. That’s when you told him this that he slowly let you talk with him again, and then touch him again... You knew it was him, you always was aware of how you felt about him, but you never told him. 

Before the war, you would only see each other once a week when he was too bored with Arthur's bad jokes and John's tuff behavior, and now he couldn't even do one night without you by his side. That is why you had to train yourself to fight. Just a little so you could defend yourself. And it was a good excuse for forcing him to let you in his business.

But Thomas didn't want you to be able to rebel too much. He loved to be the dominant, especially with you. Even if when in bed, he would love to see that body of your ride him endlessly. It was pivotal for him to be still able to have some kind of power over you, as he has power over everything else. But he quickly understood you weren’t “anything else” and he had to deal with the fact you couldn’t be tamed.

Tommy searched for your lips. When he reached them, he pleasingly kissed you before sliding his fingers inside your mouth. Your whimpers weren't muffled anymore. He could hear how much you liked what he did to you with your full voice. 

Head dropping backward, your back arching, toes curling as your fingers left marks on his pale skin. He intertwined his fingers with yours and squeezed them. Everything he did was lead by a call. He wanted more, more of you. 

Tom wanted everything out of life with the same way he wanted everything out of you.

That was when you turned him on his back, shifting the position. A hand on his chest, the other one pinching one of your buds, you were now straddling him. Your hips moved up and down as that new angle hit differently. Each of you found only more pleasure. 

His groans were thicker while you didn't even try to stifle your whimpers. Your entire chest was vibing to the cadence of your two body colliding. His hips encountered yours whenever you would drop your body on his. 

Suddenly, an intense wave traversed your whole body, curling your toes. The way he slowed his path, while his hands were still leading your hips down on him showed he was on edge, but your walls clenching around him led him to reach his climax. 

Your body flopped on top of his, making him laugh, even if he was still struggling to breathe.

"What's funny, Shelby?" You asked in a hurry, your head lifting to be able to see his face.

His fingers were gently stroking your arm, whereas his other hand found your cheek. "You and me, we understand each other", He solemnly let out. "Is it a way to tell me you love me, Thomas?" You asked reluctantly. 

You were afraid of the answer. Tommy only looked at you as an answer, and you understood. 

You kissed his lips quickly before sliding to his side and letting your head rested on his bare chest. "I'm with a child” You let out blatantly. “Polly says it’s a boy”

[karlyfr13s]

Oathkeeper, Chapter 3

Thank you: @veryverynotgood my phenomenal beta--you keep me going when I'm busy wallowing in doubt, and you make me less of a walking run-on (hooray!).

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Head's up: No description of violence nor abuse; however, they are mentioned.

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Most days, Killian occupied himself either by helping Granny with the more physically taxing chores around the inn and diner or on board his ship ensuring her seaworthiness. Granted, the Jolly was in top form and she certainly had no need of repairs nor did she have a heading before her; but it quieted his mind to see to her every need and to painstakingly mend every frayed hem of a sail and worn bit of paint. Lately, he’d taken to wandering Storybrooke as Granny increasingly gave tasks over to young Felix.

The boy was coming along, a bit less surly now. Killian was certain this was due to Ruby’s unending praise of his efforts--no sixteen year-old lad could resist her charms. He’d had a hard time containing his laughter when he witnessed the latest scene: Ruby, clad in a button-down shirt she must have sewn onto herself each morning, batting her eyes at young Felix as she asked for his help bringing up kegs from the cellar. The boy had practically tripped over his own feet as he scrambled to assist, then struggled mightily as he puffed up the stairs with a metal cylinder that likely outweighed his slight frame. Killian had watched as Felix professed the task “no problem”, but had also seen his eyes widen to immense saucers when Ruby cheerfully called there were only “five more to go”. At that, Killian offered his assistance quietly, assuring the boy Ruby would never know that he had not fulfilled the task single-handedly. She was occupied cleaning up after the lunch crowd filtered out, so Killian helped Felix make short work of the task before ducking out the back and allowing the young man credit for the entire endeavor.

Today, however, there was little for him to do and it made Killian antsy. He took to wandering the shore as his mind drifted to the Crocodile, the Princess, and the confusion of his present state of affairs. His increasingly cloudy thoughts were interrupted by a shouted “Ahoy, Captain Hook!” and Killian’s eyes snapped to a strange wooden contraption where young Henry Mills stood, waving to him and grinning from ear to ear.

“Good afternoon,” he sketched a brief bow to the boy as he stepped up to what he now realized was Henry’s castle. Emma had mentioned it in passing as the place the young lad took refuge in his own thoughts, an all-too-familiar notion for Killian. “I was given to understand this time of day was set aside for studies, lad. Or am I mistaken?” He raised an eyebrow up at the boy who shook his head, informing Killian school had ended an hour ago.

“My moms are busy though,” he explained simply. “Regina has a meeting with someone who wants to open a new store, and Emma is in the mines because ‘ the dwarves are flipping out about some property rights ’.” Killian chuckled at the boy’s impression of his mother. He was invited into Henry’s castle where the two sat and looked out at the waves lapping against the shore. At first, the conversation was largely Henry reporting out about his school day. It seemed he was struggling with something math-related, and while Killian’s formal schooling was long behind him, he did offer the boy assistance.

“If, that is, your parents will allow it,” he added quickly, unsure where he stood in the strange dynamic of this town and particularly this family.

Henry snorted at that. “Regina might get weird about it, but she’s trying to make up for the whole...Evil Queen thing, so I think I can manage one mom. The other mom…” he shrugged “I don’t think she’d mind as long as I’m not asking her the math questions. She said it was her least favorite subject in school.”

Killian steeled himself for his next question, taking a deep breath and levelling his gaze at Henry. “And your father?”

Henry made a face at that. “I don’t really know,” he admitted in a tone Killian couldn’t quite decipher. “He was supposed to pick me up from school today,” Henry tucked up his knees and rested his chin on them in a pose Killian had seen Emma take up as well. It seems they both made themselves smaller in these moments of questioning.  “I don’t know if he forgot, or if something came up...I don’t think he knows what to do with me.” Henry peeked up at Killian, looking so uncertain of himself that it nearly broke the man’s heart. He knew what it was to feel on uneven ground with one’s father, to feel more a burden than a blessing, and he refused to allow Henry’s mind to wander those dark halls. While he could offer no real comfort when it came to the man Neal seemed determined to remain, he could offer a promising distraction that should spark young Henry’s curiosity.

“Well, whatever may be delaying him, it certainly has come at an opportune moment for me. Would you care to join me on board the Jolly , Master Mills? It’s past time she received an inspection from a keen eye such as yours.” The boy’s face lit up immediately and he jumped up, grabbing a device from his jacket pocket. After a moment’s pause, Killian heard a tinny version of Emma's voice as Henry hurriedly explained the plan to his device, suppressing a smile as Henry rolled his eyes at his mother’s questions.

“Yes, we’ll stay in the harbor,” he glanced at Killian who nodded along. “Yes, I will stay away from the railing and listen to everything--did you just call him Killian ? That’s weird, Mom, he’s a Captain...well, you’re supposed to address him by title because it’s his ship, of course…yes, yes, no….Mom, I’m not gonna die. I’m gonna go around the harbor with a master sailor…”

Killian knew the lad had won out when a rushed series of ‘thank you’s’ left his mouth before he tucked the device away once more. “She says, ‘tell The Captain that if you come back with one hair out of place, I’ll shave his off with David’s longsword’. She’s just being weird, I know we’re gonna be great--let’s go!” The lad took hold of Killian’s hook and led him down the small stairs onto the sand, setting off in the direction of his ship.

Once aboard, Henry was clearly overcome with curiosity. His return trip from Neverland hadn’t afforded him much time to explore or ask questions. In fact, he’d largely been asleep from pure exhaustion. For Killian, the afternoon with Henry was a remarkable chance to see his ship through the eyes of another. The boy’s questions seemed endless, and while they started with simple questions of identification--what parts of the rigging were called, the names of the various decks and quarters--they quickly expanded to encompass how everything came together to make her sail. His enthusiasm was infectious, and it brought Killian so fully out of his earlier sour mood that it nearly felt like Henry had his own kind of magic.

“Okay, but how do you get up to the crow’s nest?” Henry scrutinized the location through narrowed eyes. Killian stepped in behind him, pointing out the most logical route through the rigging. “Cool! Can I try?”

“I...don’t think that’s wise, lad. I prefer my head firmly attached, and your mother may well remove it if she finds out I let you free-climb the rigging.” Henry turned to face him, a mischievous smirk on his face as he intoned that she didn’t have to know about it.

“While I appreciate the enthusiasm, I need her to like me far better than she does before I conspire against her wishes. A rogue can only get away with so much when it comes to the tenacity of a mother,” he winked, and hoped like hell the boy would let it go. Of course, as Emma’s child he should have known that would be improbable at best.

“Oh, she likes you well enough.” Killian furrowed his brow at this while Henry grinned. Obviously the lad knew how to catch his attention, though just how aware he was of what Killian felt for Emma was still unclear-- the notorious Captain Hook, bested by a child . “You earned a ton of points with her in Neverland,” Henry clarified. “I know she didn’t tell me everything, but she did tell me you saved my grandpa, and I already know you saved me. Since she just got this part of her family back, you gotta know that earned you like...a million points in her eyes. You could totally stand to lose a few of them and teach me how to get up there.”

It took Killian another five minutes to finally persuade Henry that rather than risk a broken arm, or worse, he should simply ask Emma for permission before he learned to scout from above. The cost of negotiations wasn’t much, Henry simply wanted to learn to steer the ship, and so Killian guided him in his quest as they toured the harbor together. The lad had adventure in his blood, that much Killian was certain of, and it seemed he just might be falling in love with the sea as well. The idea tugged at Killian’s heart, as did the pure joy he saw in the boy’s face when they returned to port after the successful little journey.

After receiving a message on his device, Henry mentioned needing to return to his grandparents’ loft, and Killian was happy to escort him, listening to Henry’s re-telling of their afternoon on the Jolly and basking in the shared moment. To hear Henry tell it, you’d think they’d travelled across a realm or two rather than simply around Storybrooke’s small harbor.  He wondered how the boy would tell it to his mother and what she would think. Would she be angry at Killian and think he had overstepped? Would Henry mention his father’s neglect today?

His thoughts were interrupted when they arrived at the door and Henry flung his arms around Killian. He hesitated only a moment before returning the fierce embrace. “Thanks, Captain,” the boy grinned up at him. “Next time, I’m going up that rigging though. And I’m learning how to use your spyglass up there, right? I wanna see everything--as far out as I can!”

Killian chuckled, “So long as you have it in writing from your mother, aye lad.”

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Two nights later, Killian awoke to someone pounding on his door in the middle of the night and he bolted upright, grabbing his hook from the bedside table as he crossed the pitch-black room. He swung the door open to reveal a distraught Emma Swan, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, and her fingers tapping an uneven rhythm at her side.

“I didn’t know where else to go, but I couldn’t stay in that loft for another minute,” she explained, voice cracking. “Can I come in?”

Killian stepped aside, allowing her to pass before he followed and shut the door behind them, clicking on the lamp by the bed and sitting down. There was little room, and she took a spot near him on the bed, her right leg bouncing as she stared down at the floor. He gave her a moment, but when she showed no signs of relaxing he gently spoke her name, “Swan?” Her leg stilled and she looked up, tears tracking down her cheeks. “Swan, what’s wrong?”

As he waited for her response, Killian wracked his memory--what had happened over the course of the last few days? He’d seen her in the diner each morning when she picked up her coffee and there had been no hint of whatever was on her mind. He’d run into her at the library when Henry was doing research for a school project and he was reading up on this realm’s history, but she’d been perfectly fine and that was only yesterday. They’d even discussed finding volunteer work for Felix as he was starting to grate on Granny’s nerves, Swan mentioning it may be best if the boy also enrolled in school. What could have changed so much since yesterday? He searched her eyes and waited, hoping she would reveal the problem in due time.

“I yelled at them,” she murmured at last, dropping her eyes back to the floor.

“Pardon? At whom?” He’d seen Emma yell at a fair number of people, himself chief among them, and didn’t recall her reacting in this way before.

“My parents,” she clarified, “I yelled at Snow White and Prince Charming of all people, and I know I hurt them...she was crying when I left the loft, but I was just...I was so angry with them that I couldn’t, I mean, I can’t be there right now.” She sniffed, and Killian saw her shoulders start to shake. He took a risk, trying his hand at comfort when he slipped an arm around her shoulders and to his surprise she willingly leaned into him. Silence fell between them. He knew there was far more to the story, but wanted to let her move at her own pace and tell it in her way rather than pry it out of her.

She wiped her eyes and took a few slow, deep breaths. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” she started, “I don’t know what I was doing, I just had to get out and you were the only person I thought might answer the door this late.”

“Always available to help a lady in distress, Swan,” he tried a light jest and was rewarded with poke to his ribs. “Oww--just going to wake a man up and bruise him in his own room?” He pulled back to smile at her and she immediately scooted away, a blush blossoming on her cheeks. It was then he realized they’d never shared a touch that gentle and intimate. Yes, they had kissed-- and gods what a kiss it was --but moments before he’d been granted permission to hold her. It was just the two of them in the quiet hours of the night, and she had spent these vulnerable moments cradled against his bare chest. He cleared his throat and asked softly, “What was it that upset you so? Is there something I can do to help?”

She shook her head, tucking her legs under her as she chewed her bottom lip. With a huff, she continued. “They asked if I wanted to have family dinner, and that’s kind of...new, but I went with it. So Regina dropped Henry at the loft and I thought it was going to be--anyway, it wasn’t what I thought. Neal showed up ten minutes later.” She was picking at the quilt on the bed and wouldn’t meet Killian’s eyes, probably for the best given the sneer he couldn’t quite hide. “I didn’t want to make a scene in front of Henry, so I just went along with things at dinner. I figured I could deal with a couple of hours, plus the kid is a hell of a buffer and good at keeping everyone talking, but I know he didn’t show up the other day when you and Henry went sailing. I know when Henry talks Neal only half listens.” She paused for a long while, and Killian crossed the room, offering her the flask he pulled from the pocket of his greatcoat.

She took a swig and rolled her shoulders, visibly trying to relax before turning back to face him. After a soft word of thanks, she continued. “When Henry left, Neal stuck around. My parents offered him a nightcap and asked if he’d like to stay over .” It didn’t take the experience of Dr. Hopper to see she was disturbed by this. “And I lost it. I am so sick of their meddling, and their bizarrely perfect vision of him that I completely snapped. I spit out the whole story--”

Killian sat up straighter at this, aware she’d built up momentum and certain he was about to have another piece of the puzzle that was Emma Swan click into place.

“How he’d preyed on a goddamn homeless teenager, offering her shelter when he knew she didn’t have any of her own. How he knocked up a fucking seventeen year old and left her to rot in jail for his crimes, never bothering to admit his own guilt, never checking in to learn he’d fathered a child,” her tears flowed freely and her eyes blazed like emerald fire. “I told them the truth. That he was a predator, and I was too young and stupid to know better, and that I didn’t have the luxury of having anyone to warn me about people like him, of having anyone who cared enough to see the situation for what it was.”

Her breathing hitched and Killian instinctively reached for her, pulling her into a tight embrace and stroking her hair as she lost the final shreds of her composure. She sobbed against him and he murmured to her small comforts, that it would be all right and she didn’t have to be alone. After a while, her sobs diminished, lessening to sniffles and gasping breaths. He rubbed slow circles on her back and she finished her tale, tone empty and defeated, “I told them exactly what I finally realized: that I was abused by the man they keep inviting into our family, and that I cannot be in that place if they really think I’m supposed to patch things up with him and act like none of this happened, like it didn’t matter that he used me and threw me away.”

His heart broke for her, eyes stinging with unshed tears as he listened to the culmination of her loss and pain. “I don’t know how to face them again,” she mumbled against Killian’s chest, sagging against him in complete exhaustion. He assured her she needn’t think of that now, that what she needed was rest. And he offered to share the space with her. She nodded quietly, taking the offered shirt and pants and leaving to change in the adjoining bathroom.

Killian lay back, propped up on a pillow while his mind processed all she’d told him. He knew without a doubt her parents would mend this relationship, though it may well take time. He knew as well that whatever he’d promised Neal, that oath had been needless. In fact, the larger problem Killian now faced was how to make it through the next twenty-four hours without gutting Neal with his hook. The man had taken advantage of Emma, had framed her for his crime, and had abandoned her. It seemed Bae had become his father after all, and that did not bode well for him in Killian’s eyes.

His violent contemplations were interrupted by a bashful looking Emma, clad all in his own black attire and softly padding across the small room. “I’ll take the side by the door, Swan. Old habits, you know,” he nodded toward the cutlass by the bed and his hook which once again lay atop the nightstand. She smiled sheepishly as she slid under the covers next to him, offering a soft word of thanks and curling up with her back to him. He clicked off the light, desperately hoping she couldn’t hear the pounding of his heart as Killian tried like hell to fall back asleep.

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[lostbbygorl]

HAPPILY EVER AFTER (LEVI X F!READER):

AU: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE BY JANE AUSTEN

(THIS IS THE FINALE OF THE PXP AU SERIES. THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE YOU GAVE IT. MORE CONTENT IS IN THE PROGRESS)

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Y/N stood in the middle of the garden, absolutely still, as if she were a statue. Unblinking, she stared at the sky. It was nearly morning, and the sun was showing glimpses of itself. Morning fog was thick on that day, and it surrounded Y/N like a persistent crowd. She couldn’t cry anymore. Her head was empty, completely devoid of any thought.

All Y/N could do was relive her argument with Lady Katrina over and over again. The part that broke her the most was when she gave up on fighting the facts anymore, and admitted to Lady Katrina that she wasn’t engaged to Levi Ackerman. She wasn’t engaged to Levi Ackerman, and it had hit her like a truck right in that moment. Would she ever be engaged to him? Forget an engagement, would she ever marry him? Lady Katrina had definitely told him about their dispute from earlier on. There was no way Levi, an evident family man, would pick Y/N over his senior auntie!

Levi collapsed on the grass, sweat drying on his forehead as he panted for air. His onyx head rested against one of his horse’s legs for support. When he finally stood up, his eyes shone with fire and pure determination! He eyed the door of Y/N’s house with hope. He was sure that the family hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep last night after her aunt’s rude arrival. He sharply rapped on the door three times, before Christa opened it, looking him up and down in surprise.

“ Mr. Ackerman?”, she said in a tone which suggested she was convincing herself of his presence at her house, early in the morning, in his nightwear with 2 of his shirt buttons unbuttoned.

“ Hello, Ms. Christa. I apologize sincerely to you and your family for intruding so early in the morning, as well as for my aunt Katrina’s ill manners and treatment of you fine people”, Levi began softly.

“ And to you, Ms. Christa, I apologize for meddling with your relationship with my best friend. I could’ve ruined your happiness forever. But it was I who insisted Erwin reach out to you once again, and I hope you’ll accept my attempt of fixing my mistake”, he finished.

“ Oh, sir, of course I forgive you! Your intentions were understandable and you’ve made amends. But I have a feeling it isn’t me you’ve rushed over to the countryside to see. Is the true motivation behind your being here my sister, Y/N?”, Christa asked, to which Levi nodded.

“ Y/N is in the garden, sir. We tried to move her from her position there, but she wouldn’t budge”, Christa informed.

Levi ran faster than he ever had in his life! The fog was just clearing when he reached, and in the blur, he could make out the figure of a woman standing. Levi’s heart did cartwheels as soon as he saw Y/N standing there, a maroon shawl wrapped around her. For the first time in several hours, Y/N moved. Y/N moved her head to the direction of Levi’s familiar footsteps as soon as she heard him arriving. She gasped when she saw him walking towards her, his night robe flaying in the morning breeze as he walked.

“ Mr. Levi”, she whispered.

“ Ms. Y/N”, he breathed.

“ Mr. Ackerman, as wonderful as it is to see you, I’m afraid this occasion on which we meet isn’t a happy one. I’m sure your aunt has reported to you of our argument, and that you’re here to avenge her honor which I offended. I’m incredibly sorry for my behaviour towards her ladyship, good sir. Please forgive me”, Y/N said bitterly. Levi blanked a few times in confusion, registering her words.

“ What? Oh no, ma’am, I’m not here to demand an apology at all. I’m not here regarding Lady Katrina, I have a more pressing matter to discuss”, Levi corrected.

“ Oh”, Y/N mumbled, not sure what to say. She walked towards him, and cautiously, the man took her hands in his. To his joy, she didn’t shake him off.

“ Mr. Ackerman, your hands are ice”, she remarked.

“ I rode all the way from Shiganshina last night after my auntie returned and complained about her time here. To be honest, I was impressed, just as I was when you first met her and put her in her place”, Levi admitted. Y/N managed a smile.

“ I see. So then what are you here for, Mr. Levi?”Y/N asked.

“ To ask you for a second chance”, he said.

“ If your feelings for me are still what they were last April at Shiganshina, tell me so at once. My feelings towards you won’t change, but if you give me the word, I’ll be on my way back to Utgard, and I shan’t ever bother you again”, Levi promised. Y/N was screaming inside, but not out of anger or sadness this time, it was out of happiness! The moment she had daydreamed about all this time might finally play out in real life!

“ If your feelings have changed, however, I would have to tell you this: I have never met another woman like you, and you have bewitched me completely. I love you”, Levi confessed.

“ I never wish to be parted from you from this day forth”.

“ Well then, why don’t you pop the big question to make things official?”, Y/N breathed.

“ Ms. Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of giving me your hand?”, Mr. Ackerman proposed a second time.

“ Of course I will! Yes, yes,yes! A thousand times I will say yes!”, she affirmed. Y/N and Levi locked lips just as the sun finally rose to the sky, and the sun’s warmth and light reached them. Both of them had wanted this for as long as they could remember falling for each other, and this blissful, euphoric moment was far better than what they had dreamed.

Y/N laughed as she ran back to the house, hand in hand with Levi, who was unsmiling, but this time with a softer expression. What you couldn’t decipher about Levi’s emotions from his facial expressions you could make out from his eyes. His gaze was soft and his eyes were shining. His heart was thudding and the butterflies that exploded in his stomach and heart every time he was in contact with Y/N came back.

“ Everybody, me and Mr. Ackerman are engaged!”, Y/N announced. Everybody cheered, and Christa embraced Y/N so tightly, she felt as if her bones would snap!

Christa and Y/N had a double wedding. The ceremony took place at Utgard castle, and the decorations made the already stunning castle look even more beautiful! All of Mr. Ackerman’s relatives and friends attended, and so did Y/N’s. Sasha rode from Liberio to Utgard with Mr. Yeager, and Nifa and cousin Elias came from Shiganshina. Everybody was there, even Lady Katrina!

Sasha, Ella, Nifa, Marceline and Vanya served as the bridesmaids. Y/N and Christa donned off white, puffy white wedding dresses with numerous ruffles and floral accents for the wedding. They curled their hair and accessorized with pearls. As typical brides, they got emotional over anything, and cried happy tears upon seeing the other in their wedding dress. Erwin Smith shed a few tears when he saw Christa walk out, but Levi remained poker faced as always. Though he didn’t show it, he was an emotional wreck inside! The sisters looked like fairies in their dresses!

The rest of the ceremony went great. Lady Katrina was a polite guest, and though it was obvious she still showed contempt towards Y/N and Christa’s family, she didn’t cause a scene unnecessarily, and even begrudgingly complimented Y/N’s dress (before muttering a comment on how Amanda would look better in it under her breath).

Erwin and Levi stared lovingly at their brides the entire time.

Finally it was time for them to ride off to their new homes. This was Levi and Y/N’s first time sitting together in a carriage, and Y/N admired the view from outside the carriage with a smile playing on her lips. The sun was just setting, and all the hills and bushes were as green as they could be. The sky was a blend of tangerine orange and melon pink, and crows flew from east to west. Y/N was still in a daze after the wedding. She couldn’t believe it had happened!

“ What are you thinking about?”, Levi asked, bringing her back from her daze.

“ Oh, nothing, I was just looking at the view outside”

“ Yes, it’s quite pretty isn’t it?”

“ It is, yes. But now that you asked me, I actually am thinking of something quite interesting indeed”, Y/N told him.

“ And what might that be?”, Levi asked curiously.

“ It’s just that last April we were in the rain having a verbal battle, and I told you that I’d never be persuaded to marry you. And now here we are, tied together with rings, sitting next to each other in a decorated carriage”, she laughed. Levi smiled, a sight she was still getting used to. Maybe he’d smile more after being married to her for quite some time.

“ It’s most ironic. But I am glad I got a second chance with you, Mrs. Ackerman”, he said.

“ And I’m glad I was open minded enough to give you a second chance. But, Levi, I have a question for you”

“ What might that be?”

“ When did you first realize that you love me?”

“ Well”, he trailed off, trying to find an answer for her.

“ That question doesn’t have a definitive answer. I just knew that you were the most interesting woman at any ball or setting where we ran into each other, and I was always amused by your honesty and the way you teased me. One day, I just woke up and realized I love you, I guess”, Levi shrugged as she replied honestly. Y/N was satisfied.

“ That makes sense, I guess. I personally came to terms with my sentiments after I discovered you were making amends, and after I saw the very positive changes in you when we met again after the dispute in the rain”, Y/N informed him.

Y/N laid her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes, taking in his minty scent and his warmth. Levi intertwined his hands with hers, and the two rode off to their new lives, hearts beating with anticipation, this time in perfect harmony…

THE END

[wherevermyway]

step out! do what you want (chapter one)

pairing: reader/bang chan rating: explicit | 18+ warnings: smut with plot, smoking, explicit drug use, alcohol, partying, unprotected hookups word count: about 6,100 also posted to my AO3 here! chapter/series navigation

chapter one: my house

after being abandoned by your best friend at a lame party, you run into Christopher Bang, a well-known music producer who was also conveniently abandoned at the same party. you're invited back to his place for some fun, but you end up biting off more than you can chew when you find out who he really is.

hello new readers! this is just a precursor to let you know that this is not going to be an all-smut-all-the-time super happy fun fic. there will be dark elements, especially from chapter six to the conclusion. smut has been marked as noted (chapters one through five) so if you’re just here for that, there you go!

disclaimer: any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now.

side note: for the love of minho’s cats, don’t mix party drugs or drugs with alcohol.

I also recommend listening to "true intentions" by takayan, "bet bet" and "I'm in trouble" by nu'est, and "nxt 2 u" by none other than 3racha while listening to this. playlist can be found here!

“Fuck,” you grumbled under your breath as you sat down on the grungy couch behind you. Your feet were killing you because you thought that your brand new high heels were a great complement to your outfit, no matter what the physical cost to you was. Loud EDM music pulsed from the large speakers on the other side of the room, the bass trembling the couch from underneath you.

Leaning back, appreciating the fact that you were finally off of your feet, you sighed a breath of relief. You silently swore to yourself that you were going to kill Minji the next time you saw her. How could she leave you alone for some dude? Hyunjin: was that his name?

Whatever. It didn’t matter. This party sucked; you didn’t know anyone, it smelled like feet, and whomever was controlling the music was horrible. Who plays EDM sandwiched between lo-fi beats?

You were ripped from your thoughts as the couch shifted as some guy with very bright and well-maintained (albeit obviously bleached) blond hair unceremoniously flopped down next to you. He let his face fall into his hands as he let out an exasperated groan. It seemed like tonight wasn’t going well for him, either.

“What’s your deal?” You shouted in his direction, not actually caring if Mr. Blond responded or was interested in chatting with you.

He lifted his head up from his palms, tilting back to look at you. You saw the whites of his eyes quickly glance up and down your torso and head. An uneasy expression briefly passed over his face - you couldn’t quite decipher exactly what it was. You looked him up and down - in the dim lighting, you could tell he was wearing a nice white button-up shirt, casually buttoned only to his sternum, and some skin-tight, shiny black pants that you assumed were made out of mock leather. He looked good.

Mr. Blond sighed and sat back. He opened his mouth, but didn’t make an effort to look at you. “My friend left me. Ran into some chick he used to fuck off and on and I have no idea where he went.” His hand reached into his back pocket, fumbling around until he pulled out a black pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He brought the pack to his mouth, wrapping his lips around one that popped out of the pack and pulled it out, turning the rest of the pack to you.

“Want one?” He turned his head towards you and looked at you with a relaxed, tired look in his eyes. “You look pretty miserable too. Hot, but miserable.” Mr. Blond’s blatant comment elicited an unwanted snort from you as you grabbed a cigarette from the pack.

“What the hell,” you said with an uncommitted tone as you lifted the cigarette to your lips, “this party sucks and I could use something to take the edge off.” The man sat back on his hand, lifting his lighter to your mouth, lighting the cigarette as you breathed in.

The soft flavour of menthol danced around your tongue as the vapour travelled to your lungs. ‘An interesting choice’, you thought, ‘Blondie doesn’t seem like the type.’

As if he could read your thoughts, Mr. Blond chimed in, “I only smoke when I come to these parties.” You watched him as he relaxed back into the couch, entranced as he took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke billowing up from his lips deliberately travelling up his nose. The sight made your stomach tingle with excitement for a fleeting moment. “I fucking hate menthol, though,” he laughed, looking at the cigarette in his hand before looking to you and smiling, “Name’s Christopher. Chan, when I’m here in Seoul, but I prefer Christopher.”

You smile, taking a drag from your cigarette before introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you, Blondie.” It seemed like your night was finally starting to get a little exciting.

Time had passed, although you weren’t exactly sure how long it was. Conversations with Christopher came naturally - you easily chatted about your interests; how he was in the music production industry and was pretty well known, but preferred staying underground whenever possible; he even seemed genuinely interested when you told him about your modelling career, travelling between South Korea and your home country of Japan, occasionally travelling across Europe and the US for some really high-end shoots.

Minji had texted you an hour ago saying she was sorry for abandoning you and apologizing more, admitting in a text ten minutes later with four pleading face emojis and two sets of eye emojis prefacing that she had left with Hyunjin and was turning off her phone for the night. It didn’t bother you in the slightest, and the look on Christopher’s face as he realized that his friend Hyunjin left with your friend made you belly laugh uncomfortably hard for a good minute.

“What a small world,” you gasp out between laughs, wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes. “That bitch left me for your friend! I guess it was fate that we met tonight.”

Christopher smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. You had a feeling you knew what he was going to ask as he turned to you with a smirk on his face, him biting the corner of his bottom lip. You didn’t want to spoil the fun prematurely by interrupting, deciding you’d hear him out. You always enjoyed watching potential one-night stands squirm when they wanted to ask you to their place.

“Yeah, seems like we were meant to meet each other tonight,” he says as he casually reaches his arm across the back of the couch behind you. The stale smell of cigarette smoke doubled in strength as he leaned in closer to you. “What do you say we leave this horrible party and head back to my place? No pressure, it just seems like it’d be more fun to get to know you somewhere that didn’t smell like a locker room.”

Both of you chuckled at Christopher’s lame, but accurate, joke, and you smiled up at him. “Anything beats this place,” you reach down to touch his thigh, and you bring your face next to his ear, whispering, “let’s get out of here,” as casually as you could manage.

‘Oh shit,’ you thought to yourself as the taxi pulled up to Christopher’s apartment building. This was the good part of Seoul: Blondie lived in Cheongdam-dong, which was where the elite and the wealthiest entertainers lived. Surely this was a mistake?

As incredible as it was to actually be going inside one of these apartment buildings, you felt nervous that you were going to break something or offend someone by looking at them for just too long.

Christopher gently pulled you along by your hand, stopping in front of the elevator bays. He looked over at you, noticing that your eyes were darting around and you seemed nervous. “What’s up?” He softly squeezed your hand, looking down at you.

A nervous laugh surprised you as it escaped your lips. “I’ve never been somewhere like this. Gangnam-gu, sure; Cheongdam-dong, yeah - but an apartment here?” You looked up to Christopher, wide-eyed and bewildered, “Who are you really?”

Ding. The arrival of the elevator interjected in your conversation, as Christopher looked down and chuckled. “C’mon,” he said with a non-committal tone to his voice, “I’ll tell you upstairs.”

The ride up to the 32nd floor was tense, and you could feel your hand starting to sweat as every inch of the skin that touched Christopher’s hand was suddenly hypersensitive. ‘Who is this man,’ you wondered to yourself as you stared at him through the corner of your eye.

“32nd floor. Please watch your step.” The soft, feminine voice of the elevator’s AI announced as you reached your destination. Christopher wordlessly pulled you along, through the doors, down the left corridor. You both paused in front of his door as he pulled his cellphone out from his other back pocket, waving it over the keyless entry at his door. 3217 was emboldened in sleek, silver lettering next to his front door. You made a mental note, ‘I should send Minji a text so she knows where to find my body if I go missing.’ It wasn’t a serious thought, but it was something that did cross your mind.

Christopher looked down to his phone, frowning as he scanned his eyes across the screen. He whispered something in English under his breath as he let go of your hand, his voice tense and uncomfortable. With his free hand, he opened the door, holding it open for you.  He pointedly looked down both sides of the corridor, making sure to press the door closed as he engaged the thick physical lock above the handle.

“I’ve gotta take care of something really quickly,” he said in a serious tone, turning to you and offering you an uneasy smile. “Feel free to help yourself to anything in here, I’ll be back in a minute.” With that, he spun on his heel and darted off to a room beyond the kitchen, his eyes glued to his phone the entire walk.

The view from the windows is what you first noticed. You could see the buildings of Seoul reach across the horizon, mesmerized by the twinkling lights across the city. It was a beautiful view, one you figure was worth the money that this surely cost. As you pulled your back to reality, you slipped your shoes off at the entrance and made your way to a barstool towards the kitchen counter. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and shot off a quick text to Minji.

Hey, I’m out with this guy I met at that party. His name is Christopher Bang. Another music producer type haha, oops. Apparently, he knows Hyunjin? Anyway, he lives in Cheongdam of all places! I’ll check in with you tomorrow at some point to make sure I’m still alive lol. Btw, you suck for leaving me at that party alone. I’ll get you back, bitch.

You add in a couple of broken heart and crying emojis at the end of the text so Minji knows you’re not actually mad at her. You also send her a pin of your location - just in case; it was something you both did as a habit. As you lock your phone and put it back in your pocket, you hear some terse yelling come from the room that Christopher is in. You’re not able to make it out from this far away, but it sounds like he’s firmly scolding someone over the phone in a mixture of what you suspect is English and Mandarin.

‘Relax,’ you mentally reassure yourself, ‘you just met the guy, he lives in the expensive part of town, he’s probably just having problems with some music deal or something. It’s fine.’

After a minute or two, you decide to grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water, if anything, to pass the time. As you’re turning the faucet off, Christopher comes out of the room, his hair dishevelled and another button from his shirt undone. He walks to the entryway and unceremoniously slips his shoes off. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, then he turns around and walks towards you.

“I’m really sorry about that,” he says with a pleading look on his face, “I’ve just been dealing with some issues with work and it pops up at the worst possible times. Hopefully I didn’t worry you too much?” The upward inflection at the end of his sentence and the smirk on his face as he slowly walks up to you somewhat reassures you. The lighting of the room highlights Christopher’s features in the loveliest way possible - you didn’t notice before, but he has a dimple on the right side of his face when he smiles. He was an honestly attractive man.

“It’s fine, it was just…” you smile, shake your head, and look down to your glass of water as your sentence trails off. Strange? Different? You weren’t exactly sure how to end that sentence.

Christopher picks up on your tension, and lifts his hands to your face. They are soft, and there’s a light woodsy scent that travels with them, like a faint cologne that’s slowly worn off through the night. “I’d like to make it up to you,” he softly lifts up your head, and your eyes slowly trail up to meet his. It startles you how close you are to his face, so close that you can see just how thick his eyelashes are and how deep his brown eyes are.

It happens almost mechanically. Before you really register it, your lips are up against his. It’s pensive and timid at first, but the awkwardness fades as you part your lips against his, letting your tongue travel out to touch his lips, his teeth, then his tongue. It goes from soft and romantic to passionate and intense in a split second. Christopher takes your face into his hands with purpose now, trailing his fingers back into your hair, digging his fingernails into your scalp and pulling you into him.

An anguished moan slips from his lips and it causes your stomach to do backflips. As you take the time to acquaint yourselves with each other’s mouths, Christopher’s hands drop from your head down to your waist. He breaks away from the kiss, looking at you with half-lidded eyes, before he bends down and lifts you up from your hips. You wrap your legs around his waist and giggle excitedly as he carries you from the kitchen into the room he was in earlier.

In a moment, you’re observing the ceiling of this room, as Christopher softly sets you down on the bed. You want to take in the environment, to know more about this mysterious man, but he ruins that opportunity for you as he crawls on top of you, peppering kisses from your lips, to your cheek, down your neck, and across your collarbones. He lifts his head to look at you, smiling somewhat deviously.

“Hey,” he breathes out, “you wanna try something? You can totally say no, but, I think it’ll be fun.” His voice layered in a dark, seductive tone that makes you all the more curious about him, that familiar question popping up in the back of your head: who was this man?

‘Oh no’, you think, worried that he’s going to propose some stupid or weird sexual act that’s going to completely ruin the moment. Christopher must have noticed the look on your face, because he chuckles and sits back on his heels. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing that out of the ordinary. It’s just something that I like to do now and then. Like I said, you can absolutely say no and I won’t judge you or pressure you.” He slips his hand in his front pocket and pulls out a small velvet bag.

You sit up on your elbows, curious as to what the man could possibly have in such a tiny bag. As Christopher opens the bag, he pulls out a small plastic bag with white powder, and another small bag with some baby blue tablets. He outstretches his palm towards you, letting you inspect the bags.

“I might also have an affinity for party drugs,” he says with a nervous chuckle, “comes with the music industry.”

You look down at Christopher’s palm, then back up to meet his eyes. You’re not really upset, just a bit taken aback. However, you would definitely be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t  at least somewhat curious. Part of you had a feeling this was a bad idea, but the less-logical part of you just wanted to let loose and enjoy yourself for once. When would you really, honestly get a chance to have sex with such a good looking man in an apartment you would never be able to afford in ten lifetimes?

As you bit your lip back and looked up at Christopher with a smirk, you knew and acknowledged that there were red flags in the back of your head, but you pushed them aside, sitting fully up, grabbing the tops of Christopher’s thighs.

“Let’s do it,” you excitedly whisper, against your best instincts, before you lean in to kiss Christopher again. His lips curl in a boyish, excited grin as he gives you a quick kiss back, reaching down to grab your hands from his thighs.

“Come with me.”

Christopher lays down generic ground rules before anything fun happens. He explicitly tells you that if anything makes you uncomfortable,  you need to tell him. You reassure him that, yes, you’ve tried cocaine a couple of times because it’s rampant in the modelling industry, but that the ecstasy was something foreign to you. This whole situation was foreign to you, but you continued to stuff that down and ignore it. You needed to live a little while you were still young, right?

You hear Christopher assertively say your name as he waves his hand in front of your face. “Are you listening to me? I won’t do this unless you really want to and you listen to me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you shake your head, coming back to reality. “Sorry, I was just spacing out for a second. Honestly, Christopher, I’m fine. I’ll drink water and I’ll tell you if anything makes me uncomfortable.”  Christopher’s lips tugged into a slight frown as he lifts his eyebrow. “I promise,” you reassure, grabbing his hand from his side.

“Good,” he relaxes, turning back to the kitchen counter. He grabs the blue tablets, handing one out to you. “Take this first. It’s gonna take a half-hour to really feel it, and that’s when you’re really going to want to play around. Make sure you drink the entire glass of water, too. Trust me.”

Excitedly, you grab the tablet from Christopher’s hand and slip it on your tongue, swallowing it down a bit nervously with a few sips of water. Your eyes dart up, taking in how intently Christopher is watching your every movement. When you set your glass down, he follows suit by dropping the tablet into his mouth and taking a single large drink of water from his glass.

“Okay,” he exclaims, a nervous smile on his face, “still wanna do a couple lines?”

You nod your head a bit too excitedly as you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth. Christopher smirks in response as he empties the bag onto the countertop, methodically dividing it into four lines - two for each of you. He spends time spreading it out with a card he pulled out from his wallet, holding a ₩50,000 note in his other hand.

“Alright,” he says as he stands up straight, turning to look at you. He rolls up the note into a tight cylinder and passes it off to you with a soft smile, “ladies first, yeah?” You take the note from him and look down to the countertop. With a quick breath in, you bend down - making sure to wiggle your bum a bit for good measure - and take the note to your nose, lining up the end of it to the first line. You quickly sniff up the first line, take a couple of breaths, then take in the second line.

With a perk in your step, you snap yourself back upright and look at Christopher with wide eyes and a delighted grin. His mouth is slightly agape and his eyes are wide, taking you in. “Oh my god,” he whispers in English, switching back to Korean in the same breath, “you are so much fun to watch.” You giggle and pass the note back to him.

Christopher bends down and looks up at you as he gets close to the countertop. “This one’s for you,” he says with a wink, before he inhales both lines in succession. He stands back up, quickly rubbing underneath his nostril before leaning on the countertop with his hands. He takes a quick breath, then turns back to you with an obvious fire in his eyes.

“Let’s get started, baby,” he demands, a low tone in his voice you haven’t heard yet. Christopher grabs your hand, pulling you back into what you assume is his bedroom. He leads you to the edge of the bed, guiding you down as he presses his lips to yours with a renewed hunger for you. His kiss isn’t as soft and tender as it was before: this is more calculated and determined, as if he needed to kiss you in order to save his life. He wastes no time inviting his tongue into your mouth without warning, exploring your mouth with purpose.

You can’t really help it, but you moan at the assertiveness in Christopher’s behaviour, which causes him to subconsciously grind his pelvis down into yours. There’s an obvious, apparent firmness that comes between you and a breath hitches in your throat. “Chris,” you groan out, “I want you, please.”

Christopher breaks away from the kiss, lifting his head up to look at you. “No,” he says with a wide grin on his face, “we’re going to play for a while first, baby.” He sits up onto his knees and unbuttons his shirt completely, aggressively pulling the bottom of his shirt from the waistband of his pants before haphazardly discarding it on to the floor.

You really don’t mean to stare - especially not with your jaw hanging wide open - but you find yourself transfixed on the man’s very obvious and well-sculpted torso. His abdomen is rigid, and his arms have very well defined muscles that are very distracting. Christopher laughs, stretching his hands out towards you.

“Can I?” He questions, reaching down to the hem of your shirt. You throw all caution to the wind, excitedly nodding, inching closer towards him on your knees. As he smiles at you, he grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the ground with a bit more tact. A gasp escapes him as he draws his attention up from your abdomen, slowly up your torso, and eventually looking back up at you with a completely dumbfounded look plastered on his face.

You take this opportunity to slip your hands behind your back, grabbing each side of your bra and pushing the clips together to unhook each side, slipping the straps down each arm. The soft fabric falls from your skin as you peel it off of you and drop it off the edge of the bed.

“Wow,” Christopher breathes out, taking his hands from your hips and slowly lifting them up under your breasts. He gently cups the underside of them, and pulls you into his lap. His soft lips come crashing into yours as he sinks his hands down to the waistband of your jeans, fumbling with the button a bit before he’s able to finally undo it and slide your zipper down. Making sure not to break from the kiss, you hook your thumbs in the waistband of your pants and wiggle them off to about your knees.

Christopher guides you onto your back, giving you a quick kiss one more time before he sits up. “Let me help you out with this,” he says with a smirk as he pulls your jeans off, but leaving you in your underwear.  Your jeans easily slip off of your ankles and you can’t help but blush at how exposed you are. Almost as if he can feel your nervousness and insecurities pop up, He smiles and leans down to kiss you for a moment.

“You’re beautiful,” he says with a smile, kissing you again before he steps down to the floor. Your eyes follow him, looking at the way his tongue does a quick pass over his lips before he bites the bottom one and moves to unbutton his pants. The skin-tight material provides a bit of difficulty as he struggles to get the legs to slip down past his thighs, but they come off easily after they pass his knees.

“Man, it’s way easier getting those on than off,” Christopher laughs as he steps out of his pants. He stands upright, and that’s when you realize he’s completely naked.

“Oh my god,” you say with a bit of shock to your voice. It’s a bit embarrassing, you can’t help but stare because his cock is right there and obvious and very hard. It’s larger than you expected, and you subconsciously suck your bottom lip under your teeth as you stare up at him.

He awkwardly laughs as he walks around the bed, sitting at the empty space next to you. “I don’t know if you’re feeling it yet or not, but I really want you to come over here and ride my face right now.”

The sheer bluntness of Christopher’s statement causes a tingling in your stomach and makes your head start to feel fuzzy and tingly. Maybe the ecstasy was starting to kick in after all, because you felt soft and really affectionate. “You want me to do what?” You question, nervously smiling. This was something none of your previous boyfriends or one-night stands had ever done, never mind enthusiastically wanting to try it.

Christopher turns back, grabbing the pillow from your side of the bed, putting it on top of the pillow behind him. He then leans back, resting his head on the pillows, and he tugs your wrist gently, pulling you over him, straddling his waist. “Come on, I promise you’ll enjoy it. If you don’t, then I’ll stop and do whatever you want, okay?”

You have to admit, he has a way with words and you were curious if he could actually make you come or if he just had an oversized ego. “Alright,” you say with a nervous smile, your eyes darting down to Christopher’s chest. His eyes light up and he grabs your hips with a bit too much excitement.

“Really?” The way that he earnestly smiles is really cute. “You wouldn’t believe it, but most women I’ve been with don’t want to try it. It’s something I love doing.” He lets out a giggle and hooks his index fingers into the waistband of your panties. “Can I?”

A wave of excitement takes over - yeah, the drugs are fully kicking in now - and you nod your head a couple of times. “Fuck yes,” Christopher says under his breath as he pulls your panties down in one quick motion, guiding your both of legs out of them. He grabs your hips again and looks up at you with half-open eyes, “Come to me, baby.”

It feels like your inhibitions have completely left you as you shift your pelvis up to Christopher’s face. He reaches his tongue out and takes a quick taste of you, looking up at you very eagerly. A smile comes across his face and he pulls you down onto him fully. Once you’ve rested on his chin, he wastes no time lapping you up.

His tongue is warm and the way it feels on your sensitive skin is enough to make your head spin. A wave of happiness flows up from your toes all the way to your head, giving you a body-wide tingle. As you start to feel warm all around, Christopher takes his tongue and presses it up against your clit, slowly licking you up from the middle of his tongue all the way to the tip. You choke out a moan and slam your hands on the wall ahead of you.

“Oh, fuck,” you groan out, looking down to Christopher, who has a very happy grin plastered on his face.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He moans out in between aggressive licks, taking one of his hands from your hips and slipping it in between your legs. “If you like that,” he says as he slides one of his fingers inside of you, “you’re going to love this.”

Your eyes shoot wide open and you curl your fingers on the wall. A squeak escapes from your lips as Christopher takes another finger and inserts it into you, fingers slowly riding in and out, curling towards your pelvic bone when they’re fully inside of you. Suddenly, the room is unbearably hot and your nerves are on fire. The drugs were having a tremendous effect on you, and everything felt more intense than you had ever experienced.

Christopher took his free hand, grabbing your thigh to steady you. “It’s alright, baby, I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere, so relax.” His voice is soothing and the calming tone of his voice somehow turns you on more. Your hands slip down the wall a bit and your head falls onto your forearm.

“If you stop one more, ah, time, I swear,” breathy moans accent your words, “I swear I will, ah, kill you, Christopher Bang. Fuck.”

A laugh comes from him, “I’d like to see you try.” As you try to come up with a witty quip, he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you fervently, sucking your clit into his mouth as he gives frequent small licks to you.

The intensity is almost too much to handle. Whines keep leaving you subconsciously and you turn to bite your arm to stifle your moans. Your teeth dig into your skin, and you’re sure it’s going to leave a bruise tomorrow. Christopher is relentless, his fingers and tongue working in tandem, and it’s causing your brain to melt. The heat building up in the pit of your stomach is unbearable; your legs start to shake, and you feel close to climaxing.

“Fuck, I’m gonna,” you squeak out in a panicked voice, “Chris, I’m gonna come!”

Christopher moves his hand from your hip to the small of your back, somehow working you even harder. With one last press of his fingers against your g-spot, your head snaps up, straightening your back. You scream out his name at the top of your lungs as your orgasm takes control of you. There’s something about this orgasm that’s otherworldly, it feels almost as if you can feel every nerve in your body vibrate within you and it feels incredible. In your blurry state, you make a mental note to try this more often, the drugs and the face-riding.

Reality slowly comes back to you as you roll off of Christopher and to the side of the bed. “Holy shit,” you breathe out, “that was incredible.” You turn your head to look at him and his pupils are fully blown out, a proud grin on his face.

“You look like you had a good time, yeah?” He questions, rolling over onto his side and resting his head on his palm. “What’d I tell you?”

“Yeah, you were right,” a giddy smile is plastered on your face that you can’t seem to relax, “I did enjoy myself. I think you might have ruined me from anyone else for a while.” You both share a good laugh and the room falls quiet. The nerves in your body have calmed down a bit, but your heart is still racing.

Christopher rolls over, reaching for a bottle of water on the nightstand. He takes a quick drink and passes it to you. “Here, you definitely need this. And you’re not allowed to say no, remember? Hydration’s important.” Too exhausted to argue, you nod your head and take a couple of sips from the bottle. You hand the bottle back and he puts it back on the nightstand. As you’re about to thank him, he takes you by surprise by crawling over you and crashes his lips against yours.

“We’re not done yet,” he says with an ominous tone, breaking away from the kiss, “Not even close. Are you ready for me, baby?” Your eyes widen and you look down between your legs. Christopher is there and you’re concerned if he’ll actually fit. After staring for a second too long, you look up at him with pleading eyes and nod your head. “Alright.”

He sits back on his heels and licks his hand. Once he’s got enough saliva on his hand, he grabs his cock and starts slowly stroking himself, biting his lip as he looks directly at you. “What? Like what you see?” Christopher smiles, then brings himself back down to your level. “I’m gonna go inside you now, are you ready?” You look up at him nervously and quickly nod your head in agreement a couple of times. “No, I want you to tell me you want it.”

Your face is suddenly hot with embarrassment; somehow, this was more embarrassing than sitting on someone else’s face. Christopher puts a reassuring hand on your cheek, then gives a peck to your forehead. “C’mon, baby, tell me.”

“I want you,” you nervously gulp, but find the confidence you need, “I want you to fuck me like it’s your last day on earth.”

Your words make it seem like a spark is ignited in Christopher: his eyes darken and he suddenly gets a serious look on his face. In an instant, he’s pushing himself inside you, the painful but wonderful sensation of being filled up makes you roll your eyes and head backwards. You reach up your hands haphazardly into his hair, gripping tightly once you have fistfuls in each hand.

“Fuck,” he groans once he’s completely inside you. “Baby, you feel like heaven. I’m gonna move, okay?” You nod your head a bit more excitedly than you were intending to, but it makes him smile. He pulls himself out all the way, then quickly slams his hips against yours. The sudden movement causes you to arch your back and moan louder than you expected you could.

Christopher leans down, his arms on either side of your head. He brings his face to yours and sloppily kisses you as he rocks his hips back and forth, grinding the tip of his cock against your cervix. You open your mouth, letting your tongues explore each other. As he keeps moving, he takes his left hand and brings it up to your hair, gripping it. The tugging of your hair causes a lightning strike of nerves to light up for a split second.

“Chris,” you moan into his mouth, breath hitching in your throat as his pace quickens, “fuck me harder!”

Your request makes him break from your kiss. He reaches his arms down to your legs and places them both over his right shoulder. “Alright, baby, just tell me if it’s too much,” he smiles deviously and starts thrusting into you again. The new positioning takes you by surprise, making every small movement that much more intense.

Profanity punctuates each thrust as you moan and cry almost incoherently. It feels like you’re starting to lose your grip on reality. It’s probably the combination of this position and the drugs, but your body feels like it’s on an entirely different plane of existence. Every single cell in your body feels like it’s going to explode and you can’t stop yourself from crying out Christopher’s name over and over.

“That’s it, baby,” his voice brings you back a bit, providing you a sense of anchorage in your bliss, “you belong to me tonight.” He fucks you faster and a bit more sloppily, his cadence no longer keeping up a steady rhythm. “Fuck, if I keep going like this,” he cuts himself off, moaning out your name, “baby, I’m gonna come, can I come inside you?”

Words just won’t come to you, so you settle for vigorously nodding your head. Christopher puts one of his arms down on the bed next to you and puts most of his weight on to it. “Fuck,” he groans and tucks his head into his chest, “fuck!” He thrusts into you one more time and bottoms out, twitching as his cum fills you up in rhythmic spurts.

You both stay like this for a moment, before he releases your legs down to his sides. He leans in and lazily kisses you before rolling over, panting and clearly out of breath.

“That was,” he sighs, turning his head in your direction with half-open eyes, “that was incredible. Yeah? How are you feeling?”

Normally, you wouldn’t curl up into a one-night stand, but tonight has you feeling a certain type of way. You crawl into Christopher’s chest and smile, “I feel amazing. That was the most fun I’ve had in so long.”

Christopher laughs, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin against the top of your head. “I’m glad. Let’s do this again in the morning.” You both let out soft giggles and relax into each other. As sleep starts to overtake you, you swear you hear your cell phone buzzing. “Whatever,” you think, “it can’t be that important.”

As you’d find out the next morning, you were wrong. It was incredibly important.

[miss-noo-na]

Strange Love (Part 2)

Featuring: Johnny (NCT) x Reader

Rating: Mature. Future updates to include BDSM themes

Summary: On your first trip out of town, you learn more than you bargained for about your co-worker’s personal life.

The weeks had gone by as usual, not much had changed leading up to your first assignment, save for the occasional meeting with the boss. That, and ever since he had told you to call him Johnny the name was now cemented into your head despite your efforts to remain impersonal.

Your first job was some dinky small town in Nebraska, and your boss had warned you most of these locations would be as such. They didn’t have the resources to acquire their own people, which is where you came in.

“It’s not gonna be luxurious, but you’re gonna leave feeling like you really accomplished something.” He assured you with a smile. Easy for him to say, from his swanky office in the big city.

As logistics would have it, you flew out separately and planned to meet at the hotel. When you got there, you took an Uber to the location and thought at first it might be a mistake. This was most definitely a Motel, the kind with outside hallways you saw on the side of the road.

“Are you sure this is it?” You asked the driver, looking over the address again.

“This is what you gave me.” He shrugged.

You had at least expected a Holiday Inn, or somewhere it didn't look like people checked in only never to be seen again.  You sucked it up and went to the front desk, where at the very least nothing looked broken down or dirty. Just….dated.

You were on the ground floor, right around the corner from the vending machines, as the clerk had told you with a smile. You opened the door with your keycard and you were greeted by two beds in the middle of the room, separated by a nightstand with a single lamp. They faced an old TV and the door to the bathroom.

There was a table by the window that you could do your work from and you dropped your bag in the chair in the corner. You did a quick sweep of the room, looking for anything out of place, and checked the mattress for bed bugs to be safe. It wasn’t the Ritz, but it would serve its purpose.

You sat on the end of one of the beds, idling through your phone, waiting for a text from your new business partner. It came a few moments later when he informed you he was checking in.

10 minutes later the door handle jiggled and your head shot up in its direction, your heart jumping into your throat thinking someone was trying to break in. Instead, the door swung up and Johnny stood there. He paused before entering and you stared at each other like two deers caught in headlights.

“What are you doing here.”

“This is the room he told me to come to.”

“That’s impossible, this is my room.”

Johnny stepped it and the heavy door shut behind him. He dropped his bags at his feet and extended the hand still holding his key card. You snatched it out of his hand and looked at the number written on the sleeve in marker.

“This can’t be right.”

“I’ll call the boss.”

A few minutes later Johnny was pacing the space in front of the beds, trying to get through on the managers personal line, and you nervously chewed your nails while still in your spot at the end of the bed.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, hanging up after another failed attempt.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful,” You started, looking up at him. “But even without the same room debacle, this place is less than ideal.”

“Yeah, as much money as they’re pulling in you would think they could splurge on a Super 8.” He half-joked, then noticed his phone was buzzing. He waved it at you before answering.

“Hey, Steven, yeah-” He stopped, cut off by the other man. You realized he called him by his first name and had to suppress an eye-roll.

“”Oh uh, it’s….fine. Listen, it looks like we’re in the same room and I’m wondering if there was some kind of mi- oh. Oh I see. No, no, it’s fine I totally get it.”

Your stomach sank at his tone.

“We can totally work with that, no problem. Have a good week, bye-bye.”

He hung up and sighed before turning toward you.

“So it's not a mix-up.”

“What?” You responded, feeling rage building.

“Apparently they didn’t have the budget for this project they thought they did. They’re still working on it, and this is all they could swing on short notice.”

You buried your face in your hand for a second, collecting your thoughts. “They didn’t think to mention this to us?”

“Yeah, not great planning on their part.”

The only consolation to this situation is that there were two beds. However, having to sleep, live, and work in this room with a man for the next week made you uneasy. You didn’t know him that well.

Johnny was studying your face in that moment, and then he looked around as if he was searching for something. He went and grabbed his bags and moved them next to the bed you sat at.

“You can have the bed by the wall, I’ll sleep by the door if that makes you feel better.” He nodded. You blinked up at him and realized what he was saying, then nodded and grabbed your things, moving them to the other bed. You did feel more secure over here, and felt a little endeared to him in that moment.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. We can set up our stuff here.” He gestured to the table that had a chair on each side. He started to take out his things and organize them on one side. You were thankful he was taking this in stride and meeting you halfway on it, which you had to admit you didn’t entirely expect. He was more mature than you gave him credit for.

You followed suit with getting your laptop out and set up across from him, though there wasn’t much distance between the two of you. You both sat down to get some pre-emptive notes done before you met with the team tomorrow. You worked into the evening, barely registering the sun setting until he closed his laptop and stretched.

“Do you want to get dinner?”

You glanced toward the window. “I guess we should.”

He had picked up the rental car at the airport, and you took it to the nearest restaurant, a dingy little diner down the street. The lighting was yellow and the booths were cramped but it gave off a homely feel you kind of enjoyed.

“Are you still bothered about the room?” He asked suddenly. You had already ordered and had sat in silence since you came in.

“Not really, why?”

He half-smiled, almost to himself as he shifted in his seat. “You’ve been tense since I got here.”

You blinked for a moment, “And how do you know that?”

“Your shoulders are pulled up and you keep fidgeting. I’m good at reading people’s body language, and I can just tell you haven’t taken a full breath all day. It’s not good for you, you know.”

He cast his eyes aside and took a drink after he spoke, and what he said just made your muscles seize up more. You suppressed the urge to get snappy.

“I’m naturally high-strung.” You said honestly, even if he didn’t need to know it.

“I can tell.” He chuckled. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, we’re gonna have a great day tomorrow.” He said in a strangely reassuring tone.

Your food came then and you fell back into silence, your mind wandering over thoughts about why he was reading your body language so acutely.

The greasy comfort food was just what you needed after the day you’d had and you split the bill with the company cards you were given. Back in the car, he told you he had to run to the nearest printing store to pick up the packets you were handing out tomorrow.

“You wanna go over my notes for me while I’m out? Let me know if I missed anything.” He asked, and you agreed before he let you off back at the motel and took off.

Back in the room, you took a seat at his laptop and were met with his desktop, the notes closed out. You sighed and grumbled to yourself as you opened up the files and tried to find the notes. His folders were a mess, all named with random codes and abbreviations probably only he could decipher. You clicked through countless nonsense files and folders filled with other types of work jargon that had nothing to do with the current project.

You clicked into one folder near the bottom that was filled with photos, and went to click away when something caught your eye.

You couldn’t quite tell from the thumbnails what was going on, but it looked interesting. They were high quality, almost like a professional photoshoot, and there was only ever one or two subjects in each photo. Before you could think the better of it, you double-clicked one purely out of curiosity, and when the image came into full view you drew in a sharp, surprised breath.

It was a room, dark save for windows in the background that looked out to a blurry night skyline. The focus was on a woman on her knees, mostly nude, her arms secured behind her back with ropes that stretched across her chest, stomach, and thighs. She was leaning forward, and her chin was held delicately in the hands of a man sitting in front of her. He had one arm resting on his knee, dressed in slacks and a button down shirt and tie, the other cradling the woman’s face as he looked into her eyes. You could see distinctive red marks across her skin, from her butt and across her thighs.

The man was your co-worker. The one coming back into this room any second now.

Your cheeks burned red hot as you reached up and slammed the laptop shut without thinking. You shot up from your seat and grabbed your bag, marching out of the hotel room to the vending machines, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

You stared at the list of drinks as your thoughts raced. You could conceptualize what was going on in the photos, you weren’t stupid, but putting it together with the man you just had dinner with was making you feel flush and nervous.

You dug into your bag for some spare change and got yourself a can of soda, cracking it open right there and chugging it, letting the bubbles burn down your throat and quell your nerves. You took a deep breath before you went back to the room.

When you opened the door, Johnny was leaning over the chair, looking at his opened laptop, and the photo was still open.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I was-”

He looked up at you, babbling away as you fidgeted with your bag and almost squeezed the can in your hand in half.

“I see you didn’t find the notes.” He said humorously, as he stood up. You had expected him to be upset, angry, or embarrassed. Instead, he had his same relaxed stance as always, and a slight smirk on his face.

“If you were curious, you could have just asked me.”

Your eyes went wide and you shook your head hard. “I was just looking for the notes, I swear.”

He laughed as he took a couple steps to close the gap between you, and gently laid his hands on your biceps for a moment. He had never stood this close before, his shadow almost dwarfed you.

“Relax, it’s okay.”

“Sorry...again, I wasn’t snooping.” You tried to assure him with a shaky breath.

He could feel you tremble under his hands and he smiled. “It’s not a big deal, yeah?”

You nodded, and he dropped his arms and went back to the table. He closed out the folder and tabbed up the notes. “Here they are.”

You blinked, a rush of emotions dissipating from your body. You felt mortified, worried, and intrigued all at the same time. His reaction, his gentle voice, and his touch further complicated those feelings.

You went to sit down and look over the notes. At first you could barely concentrate on the words, but after a few seconds of letting your heart-rate get back to normal, you began to focus on the task and found it helped get your mind off what had just happened. However, you had almost forgotten that Johnny was standing behind you, watching you go over them.

Suddenly you felt his presence at your back, as he leaned over your shoulder and pointed at the screen. You almost jumped out of your skin.

“Do you think this needs more detail?” He asked, and his voice was way too close to your left ear. You shivered but tried to play it off.

“Uhm,” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “More details wouldn’t hurt.”

“Great, I’ll do that now.” He said as he stood back up, and you moved out of his chair so he could sit down.

“I’ll finish these up and print us some copies in the morning.” He threw you a pleasant smile before he started typing away.

You both finished up for the night and he offered you the bathroom first. In the shower you had time to process the day and knocked your fist against your forehead, not only for letting yourself see what you had seen, but for letting it affect you like this. He was an adult with an adult life outside of work, it really shouldn’t have bothered you like this.

But bother wasn’t the right word and you knew that, and you got angry with yourself for what it really did. You were curious, and more importantly, you were turned on.

You grinded your teeth together in an attempt to will the thoughts out of your mind, chalking it up to a lack of physical affection lately. Besides, since when had any of that interested you? You didn’t experiment much, there was never any attempts at tying up or inflicting pain with past partners. The most you had done involved toys and maybe a blindfold, but nothing to the extent with which you saw in the photos. So why did your mind keep going back to those stark, red welts on her bare skin? What was the appeal?

You finished up in the bathroom and went straight to your bed, avoiding eye contact and turning toward the wall. Luckily you were exhausted and fell asleep without much fuss, even if that moment still lingered in your mind.

The next day most of the anxiety had worn off and you were able to conduct yourself normally, especially since you were preoccupied with other things. You brought your materials to the office, an old building probably built in the 70’s with fluorescent lighting and small rooms. The staff were friendly and happy to have you, and you found that you and Johnny worked well together. For two people who had no reason to get along, you bounced off one another as you gave your presentation and were able to avoid stepping on each other's toes. Then you went to work, each of you tackling a set of departments and getting them started on their new updates.

It wasn’t always smooth sailing, you were on your feet for the whole day and with any sort of transition there were bugs in the system or things that didn’t go as planned. You dealt with it as it came, but could feel the tension building up in your neck and shoulders, the stress collecting in your body and making your muscles tight and your head a bit fuzzy. This added with the nerves of doing something new made you both drained and wired by the time the two of you left the office.

You agreed after your first day that you deserved a drink, both to celebrate the success of getting through it and starting off strong, and as a way to ease the stress of the day. You found a small restaurant with a bar and had dinner, followed by said beverages. It may not be the healthiest coping mechanism, but the white wine you were sipping was doing the trick.

“Look at us, getting along.” Johnny half smiled at you, and you let out a small laugh.

“We work surprisingly well together.” You nodded.

“Are you kidding? We were the dream team in there. I wouldn’t be surprised if it took us less than a week to get them set up.”

“Lets not get ahead of ourselves.” You laughed again, and fell back into a comfortable silence.

Alcohol was always tricky with you, dredging up the things you wanted to keep hidden. Your mind flashed to that photo again and you wanted to squash it down, but the curiosity was killing you. You were off the clock now, and he had proven he was a pretty chill guy. Would it hurt to ask?

“Can I ask you a personal question?” You said as you felt the wine warm you up inside and make the words flow with less effort from your mouth.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t have to answer if it’s too nosey.”

“Try me.”

“You know the uh...thing, that I saw?” You looked at anything but him as you took another sip.

“I do.” He said slowly, and you caught his face from the corner of your eye. He might have been smirking again.

“I don’t even know how to ask this.” Your eyes darted around some more and you fidgeted in place. “Just, what was that all about?”

He laughed, a deep sound from his chest that made your ears tingle.

“It’s just something I enjoy doing in my personal time.” He shrugged casually.

“What, the photoshoot?”

“That was just a way of documenting it.”

“Documenting what?”

“The thing I like to do.” Now he really was smirking and he seemed to be enjoying stringing you along.

“Which is?”

“Dominating my sexual partners.”

You swallowed hard and nodded. “Got it, that’s what I thought.”

“Then why’d you ask?” He responded. It wasn’t confrontational, more curious.

“I mean I get the whole domination thing, I’m not that naïve.” You prefaced. “It was more so,” You cleared your throat, “ the pain aspect I don’t completely understand.”

“Ah, so I take it you’ve never been spanked before?”

You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation in a dinky small town bar with a man you practically despised a week ago, and the fact he was being so nonchalant about it.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I haven’t,”

“Let me guess, a couple love taps from a dude during the act and that’s it?”

“Pretty much.”

He looked as though he expected that, and sat up straight before he spoke again. “I’ll put it to you like this, you know all that tension you carry in your body? And all those erratic, loud thoughts in your head that keep you from sleeping well at night?”

You knew all those things very well, and nodded along.

“Some people, when they submit to another person and let them inflict pain, find that all those things cease to exist in that moment. Your body releases a lot of chemicals in response to pain, and they happen to feel really, really good.”

You listened intently, his entire posture and manner of speaking had changed once you got to this subject, his usual chill, kind of goofy office guy persona slipping away into someone more serious, but relaxed and knowledgeable.

“So instead of that,” He nodded toward your glass of wine, “you achieve a similar effect with a few lashings.”

You thought about it for a moment before you spoke. “I thought it was just something people got off on.”

“It can be, but it’s a complex experience. Sometimes there’s no sex involved at all.”

“You’ve had situations where someone came over, you beat them with a belt, and then they just go home?” You blurted out in response.

He laughed again, louder this time, but nodded. “Yeah, sometimes.”

You didn’t know why, maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly this all seemed way too intriguing. For years you had tried to find ways to deal with your stress. You had tried yoga, tea, getting a facial once a week, but nothing seemed to work. Sometimes you even thought drugs might do the trick, but watching your friend on molly at a concert that one time has put you off the idea.

“The pain just makes everything fade into the background, I’ve even been told it’s euphoric.”  He added, only enticing you further.

“Makes sense.” You murmured, bringing your glass back to your lips to finish it off. You felt like you were in a daze, and when he suddenly leaned in it took you by surprise.

“Are you curious to try it?”

He said it gently, quietly, so only you could hear. Immediately your cheeks burned and you leaned back.

“No! I mean, I don’t know.” You stated truthfully. Whether you did or not, the accusation that you might was horribly embarrassing to confront.

“Well if you do ever want to try it, just be careful.” His face drew down into concern. “There’s a lot of people out there that don’t know what they’re doing.”

“You’d say you’re experienced?”

“I’d like to think so.”

He seemed to pause, running his finger along the rim of his glass, hesitating before he spoke up.

“It wouldn’t be wise of me to offer up my experience, since we’re co-workers n’all.”

You gulped, wishing you had more to drink because suddenly your throat was dry.

“But if you have any more questions, you know where to find me.” He grinned, and it felt like an invitation.

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH25

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,154

- Author Note: I was busy with BTS yesterday hahaha too much content in one day, i was a little high on that, so this came out late. xx

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Chapter 25

D-2 to BBMA

“Seul-ah, bring the outfit on the bed next door. The boys are getting ready for their interview” Semmy, the head stylist hollered from the bathroom. “I need to find Taehyung’s accessories, I will be there in 5. And, oh help any of the members that already had their makeup on with their outfit” Seul gathered the outfits, wobbling a little considering the weight from the outfits were a little too much for a girl like her to hand. She was basically shrinking from everyone’s view.

She took a few moments to stabilize herself before making her way stealthily to the entrance “Alright unnie, I am going now!” her voice muffled behind the pile of clothes in her embrace. It never occurred to her this job would be this challenging. Mentally and physically challenging. It was only her second day running errands for Semmy, yet she could feel her whole-body aching in pain. Seul couldn’t feel her legs anymore.

Thankfully, their room was at the same floor as hers, shorten her distance and time to reach the room. She leaned against the door, using her elbow to press the button with a soft huff. Seul straightened herself upon hearing the soft thud beyond the door, though she almost dropped the loads on the floor, her fast reflex avoided any accident happen.

“Sem, finally!” said one of the staffs brightly.

“It is Seul” Seul mumbled.

“Ah Seul! Get inside quickly, it must be heavy. I can’t even see you behind those outfits” the girl let out small giggle, giving way for Seul. “Jimin close your eyes! Stop moving your lids, for pete’s sake” Seul heard a soft voice at the corner frustrated at the younger guy antic.

Seul was in daze, as she had zero idea which way to go considering the clothes were towering her figure. She had to take a little peek from her side only to get herself in trouble yet again luck was on her side. Seul pulled it off without injuring the expensive clothes, “Unnie, where do I place this?” she inquired hoping for some enlightenment.

“Oh god, my bad. Place it on the table in front of you, just few steps in front of you” the girl who greeted her at the door now was busy smearing cream on Yoongi’s milky skin giving Seul direction in process. Yoongi who had his gaze fixated on Seul held back his tongue from cracking up at the sight in front of him. He mentally complimented Seul adorableness and her small figure didn’t bring any good in this either.

“Nuna, are you sure she doesn’t need your help? She is….shrinking” Taehyung rough voice beside Yoongi made her heart raced. Now, that she realized everyone must be witnessing the state that she was in at the moment. She was sure, it would be ugly.

Yoongi retorted, “She has to do something about her size” teasing the girl making her turn to fifty shades of red. “Damn Min Yoongi” cussing under her breath, Seul forced her wobbly legs to walk properly without committing any mistakes.

Ignoring Yoongi little tease was the best thing to do right now, with that Seul could find herself smiling again as she sensed a hard surface near her feet. Leaning forward, she was about to release the heavy loads on the table. With her inability to get a clear view of what’s in front of her, her heel had caught an electrical wire, causing her to trip and stumble over the wooden chair almost slamming her face flat against the cold tile.

Jin’s hand shot out, catching Seul before she lost her balance. She pressed her eyes tighter expecting to hear a loud thud beneath her or at least the pain that might attack her in few seconds. Yet, nothing from that.

“Be careful clumsy!” his soft voice muttered in annoyance, with his arms clamped around her waist tightly. Yoongi and Taehyung who were in the same room shrunk in their seat upon witnessing Seul clumsiness that might turn into a serious accident. Both of them were about to arise from their feet to save the day however thankfully Jin who was few feet away from Seul, fast enough to halt the accident from happening.

Releasing her from his embrace, Seul finally let out a deep sigh of relief “That was close! Thank you Jin!” she turned to face the handsome guy with a wide smile. His eyes glimmered in happiness since he had his makeup on, he looked overly handsome in that plain black shirt of his. Not that he didn’t look good with those magic touch from the talented nuna, yet Jin is already good looking in real. The magic touch enhanced the glow on his face.

Seul didn’t even realize she was blushing at her own thought.

‘Shit…what the hell is wrong with me’ Seul tore his gaze before Jin noticed the obvious taint on her cheeks.

Jin patted the top of her head softly “Seul, can I get change? Where is my clothes?” he asked once again with his soft yet manly voice. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Yoongi scowled lowly “Yah Min Yoongi, I told you to stay still and don’t move. Go to sleep!” the older woman scolded, frowning deeply.

‘Why is Jin hyung acting all coy in front of her’ his mind mentally judged the eldest member in the group, deciphering the image in front of him making him even more annoyed.

“Oh yes, unnie told me to help you guys to change, wait let me find your outfit!” Seul grinned, looking for the outfit with Jin’s name tag on it. Surprised by her own competency to find everything under five seconds, Seul handed the outfit to Jin “Here you go!” Jin nodded in approval.

“You are good Seul-ah. Have you ever considered to work with us?” his question flustered her. Working with seven living sculpture, like she could survive a day with them around her 24/7. Seul barely survived few hours with these boys, that sounded more like a pathway to heaven.

Seul blinked “I am working with you guys, your caretaker” she chuckled softly.

Jin corrected “As a stylist I mean, not a caretaker” deep down inside how he wished he could hire Seul, if an only he owned the company, Ceo Jin.

“I like being your caretaker better. I can cook for you guys and look after your welfare” she muttered genuinely. A soft smile spread on his face, Jin had genuinely loved Seul’s presence around them. In fact, he yearned for more time to be with her. Too bad, she had her own life not that he wanted to ruin hers. If it is possible, he wanted to keep her by his side forever.

What a dangerous thought. Jin shrugged off the weird feeling inside him refused to succumb into it deeper. He encircled her wrist, tugging her to one of the rooms “Where are we going?” she asked confusedly.

“Helping me to get change?” he said innocently. Jin meant to tease her but to see Seul small eyes rounded in pure fear, motivate him to prolong the teasing.

Seul pulled her hand from his grip “You want me to watch you strip?” he nodded with a serious expression. “That is how stylist do their job, if you don’t believe me. You can ask Semmy nuna” he cleared his throat allowing himself to breathe from this fun scene.

“You mean, unnie has seen all of you strip before? I mean, the stylist that work with you. They watch you.. urm strip?” she hesitated, reconsidering Jin’s word to be serious. This line of work was even dangerous than she ever thought. Not that it toyed you mentality but as well as it is playing with your heart.

Jin nodded with a soft hum, surpassing his smile.

For an endless moment she stared into the dark depths of his eyes before pulling in a deep breath. “I can’t watch you strip” Seul expressed in her tiny and timid voice. She looked vulnerable and adorable itching Jin to pull that pure girl into his arm. Yes, he did it after much contemplation.

“I am joking” he laughed heartily, squeezing the girl in his embrace. Jin who had no control over his laugh hid his face in her shoulder. She could literally feel his whole body shaking due to the excessive laugh.

Seul grunted “What a prick” puffing her cheeks, she gave a soft slap on his back enough to show her dissatisfaction toward his over the top teasing. Pulling away after calming down, Jin squished her cheeks moulding them in circular motion “You should see your face. Tsk, acting innocent huh. Remember I caught Jungkook kissing you before~” he whispered lowly in her ears before disappearing behind the door to get ready.

She blushed madly ‘WHEN DID HE SEE THAT?’ she scrambled to her feet and hurried out of the room. Being in the same room as Jin only suffocate her even more, that was so unnecessary for him to make fun of her.

“Seul? Are you alright?” she bumped into clueless Semmy at the door yet Seul managed to pull the most awkward smile of the century. “I am alright, Jin is changing inside. Did you find the accessories for Tae?” she immediately find a topic to talk about before the older woman noticed the tense in the air.

Beaming widely, Semmy nodded “Thank god I brought the tie along! This is a must accessory for Tae. Oh, since you are here, can you go check on Gukkie. I bet he is struggling with his belt. I need to get this to Tae. Thank you Seul-ah” she winked leaving the unstable girl behind.

‘What kind of guy who doesn’t even know to put on his own belt, is he an idiot?’ Seul dragged her feet to the east, twisting the door knob open only to be welcomed by Jungkook’s bare back. Holy, Jungkook’s bare back was a must sight to see. His tone muscle was too much for her eyes to handle.

“Nuna I can’t fix this freaking belt, can’t they make a simpler belt” he complained while his fingers fumbled at his belt. His lower lips puckered into a small pout, as he spun around to catch Seul’s hard gaze roaming on his body “Seul… What are you doing urm here…I thought it was nuna” he rubbed his neck.

“Unnie..told me to come here. I didn’t mean to barge in without warning, I thought you’re dressed. I will wait for you until you’re fully dressed then..” she took few steps backward almost hitting the vase behind her.

‘Get your mind straight Ji Seul!’ How could she even get her mind straight after witnessing such sight. She refused to mention about Jungkook’s perfectly shaped abs, like she could even think straight from the sinful sight after this.

Jungkook’s hand stopped her before she could reach the door knob. His veiny hand was on the knob staring down at Seul and she felt a little rattled. Seul tucked hair behind her ears, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny “You said, you wanted to help. Help me with my belt” there was a hint of playfulness behind those does eyes.

“Can’t you fix it by your own or can you just call one of your hyungs to do it for you?” she wanted to explain herself that she’s a lady and was not supposed to touch him inappropriate way. Not that area, too private and scandalous.

He pressed his lips together finding a way to trap Seul in between “Then, I will ask one of the nunas to fix it for me” twisting the door knob slightly, Seul shrieked in disbelief. “YOU CANT-NO. I MEAN DON’T-!” Jungkook smug in victory.

“Someone is being possessive over me”

“I am not”

“We know those are lies. Now fix it for me or I am going to find someone else to fix it for me” his dominant voice sounded super wrong and sexy. Her dirty thought was leading her into another dark side of this situation. What was she thinking?

Seul poked her finger against his chest, alarming the guy “Are you threatening me Jeon Jungkook?” she had a playful smile at the corner of her lips. Groaning inwardly, Jungkook restrained himself from doing all the bad things that he had in mind. Mind you this golden maknae aint that goldenly innocent anymore. He too numerous time had a super wild imagination.

“Feisty. Are you going to fix my belt now are you planning to keep me waiting?” Jungkook’s muscle tense up as the tip of her fingers traced along his arm, testing his patience. Seul tilted her head “Why does the question sounded so wrong to me Jung” she poked fun.

“Don’t test me” he gulped the heavy lump on his throat.

She shrugged, brushing her fingers around his torso “I did not say anything. Perhaps, you are hinting something else?” Seul did not know how many time she had cursed and regretted everything that came out from her foul mouth, yet it never stopped her to tease this younger guy before her.

Seul purposely took the long way to stroke his slim waist along the length of the belt around it, and fumbled with the key to the shackles. He bit his lower lips feeling extremely frustrated by Seul’s teasing “Nuna….” his very pleasing and gruffy voice called out Seul in the sexiest fashion. The “nuna” term which he never used before sent chill down her spine. Did she just press the wrong button? That was no good.

His breath hitched at the mere touch, seconds later Jungkook exhaled a low grunt “Nuna..You do realize I am a man right, and you are a woman?” he leaned closed to her earlobe whispering those words one by one alluring Seul into the darkness of his voice.

She composed herself trying not to be affected by the change in his voice “I know. And you never call me nuna before, what makes you call me nuna” Seul pressed while keeping her eyes on the belt, unbuckle the belt.

“Don..t do that…” Jungkook held back his low groan. “God, nuna you are driving me insane” he run his nose along the length of her hair, taking a moment to appreciate the sweet strawberry smell from it.

Seul heart thumped against her chest, and she knew right way, this was wrong.

She made the wrong move.

She was not supposed to trigger Jungkook….nevermind.

Seul coughed a little to ease the sexual tension between them, her fingers fumbles once again with the knot around his waist. After struggling a little, she held the strap on his belt, inserting the end of into the belt loops.

“Are you going to leave me hanging?” Jungkook inaudible mumble was so close to her ears, that he could feel his hot breath against her skin. His lips started to move by its own at the side of her neck dizzying her mind instantly.

“Stop..that..Kkuk..” she squeaked lowly between her sharp breath. Seul gathered herself ignoring the feeling of his soft lips against her skin and threaded the belt end through each loop, pulling it through. Once it reached the last loop, Seul buckled Jungkook belt hurriedly with hope he didn’t catch her nervousness.

“Okay, I am done. Put on your shirt, you don’t need me to button up for you right. Yeah-right, then I will get going and see if Semmy unnie needs me” she blurted it out at once, chewing her lower lips. Jungkook brows flinched together in confusion and he ended up letting a dangerously low chuckle.

For a second, Seul thought she was free from Jungkook prying eyes, but she was so wrong. As she was about to exit the now heated room, Jungkook embraced her from behind, nuzzling her shoulder a little too unusual than his usual affection towards her.

“You lead me on only to leave me frustrated. That is not fair” he brushed off hair from her shoulder leaving a trail of kiss along her blade, slowly turning her body to face him again. She held onto his biceps to regain herself back from this sudden closeness. In fact, his soft skin against her clothed body weakened her knees.

Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss on her lips and drew back to utter something “I only call you nuna when…” he nuzzled their lips together, biting the soft flesh awfully slow teasing Seul’s desire. Her eyes fluttered reacting weirdly to his soft touch “When…?” she mumbled against his lips.

He brushed a finger along the delicate flush on her cheekbones, and then gently the spot with his lips before continued “When..i want to do all the bad things that I have in mind with you” with those shady words coming from the innocent man, Seul gasped a little to see this side of his.

Jungkook captured her lips once again eagerly, he drank in her gasps and sighs, lapping at her lips. Kissing Jungkook has never been this intense before and for some reason today it felt like she had never even share any kisses with him. His large hand stroking her body deeply, pulling the girl closer to his body.

The kiss lasted for few more minutes until Seul had enough and pulled away before it could lead to something else. What was she doing during her work hour? This was unprofessional.

“I don’t want to slack off. I am working” she panted against his lips. “So,do you” she stroked his cheeks one last time with a small kiss on his lips. Embarrassed and flustered, she scurried off the room breathing heavily.

Jungkook had his oddly bunny smile which appeared to be super sexy on his face again. He sunk on the bed allowing himself to register the moment that he had with Seul earlier. Groaning in his head, he rubbed his neck with a shy smile.

Closing the door behind her, she cupped her heated cheeks deadpanned after the unexpected scene inside the room. Hoseok and Namjoon walked pass her but soon to put it a stop upon realizing Seul, they sent her a wary glance.

“Seul..?Are you alright?” Hoseok asked with a hint of concern. Hoseok was fully dressed in his outfit and he looked extremely good, to make it sounded more unrealistic, his dimple smile found their way to comfort Seul’s wild heart.

Seul smiled meekly “I am okay. You look good Hobi!” she gave him a thumb up and winked in process. Delighted with the compliment, Hoseok grinned from ear to ear “What about me?” asked Namjoon.

“We have to do something about that shirt Joon, why can’t you tuck it in properly. Let’s go” she needed an escape from the thought of Jungkook. Yes, keeping herself occupied with work would be the best way to put a stop to whatever that she had in her mind.

Namjoon followed her mindlessly, as soon as they reached the room where they could find Semmy fixing Jimin’s light blue shirt. He smiled widely as soon as his eyes landed on Seul “You look dashing Jiminie” she complimented.

“Thank you Seul-ah!” Semmy shot Jimin a playful smirk making the younger guy blushed in his stance. “Nuna stop that” Jimin and his habit, lower lips puckered unknowingly into an adorable sulk.

“I know Jiminie. You don’t need to tell me” she whistled and returned to her work trying not to press the flustered boy even more.

The tall guy spread his leg wide, so he would be in the same level as Seul at least to ease her job. She chuckled at his antic and murmured a soft thank you, buttoning his sleeve button with care. His eyes landed on her lips noticing the smear of lipstick on her lips.

“Seul..You have something on your lips” he pointed out the area in circle.

“What?” she rubbed it softly only worsen the stain. Namjoon shook his head, reaching out to her lips “What did you eat to get you into this mess?” he laughed, slipping his thumb carefully over her lips, wiping off the stain.

His questions had flustered her since it was traced back to the scene of her and Jungkook not long ago “I didn’t notice that.. I was in rush, thank you Joon..” she forced a smile on her lips, hiding the nervousness in her.

‘ You are so dead Jeon Jungkook’ she groaned in her head.

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 D-1 to BBMA

For the rest of the day Seul avoided Jungkook at all cost and whenever Semmy called her to help with the boys’ outfit once their interview at one place was done, she would casually go to help Jin or Namjoon instead. Not that she only avoided Jungkook, yet she purposely refuses to make any eye contact with Yoongi. After the plane incident, it was hard to not get her words stuck at the back of her throat. There was some kind of force from Yoongi that make her wanted to take a break from that man.

Jimin on the other hand was the calmest and coolest among others. Despite his clear feelings for Seul, he didn’t show it explicitly or made her heart turn into a puddle of mess. Unlike, Jungkook and Yoongi, the two of them were aggressive in showing their physical affection. The sweet Jimin now and then would intertwine their hands together, pulling her into his embrace and sometimes left trail of kisses at the top of her head. And, that was it.

She could barely handle Yoongi and Jungkook so she hoped Jimin would stay that way. Her heart needed a break obviously from these overwhelming feelings. Bighit staffs were being overly friendly and nice towards her, made her feel comfortable and welcomed during her stay in Las Vegas. She didn’t have a chance to sightseeing considering the boys’ schedule were so tight that she had to run here and there whole day.

Nonetheless, she had fun watching how the industry works. Most importantly, their life as an idol. It was not an easy path to begin with. The pressure from the surrounding never left their shoulder, since they had to look good in front of the camera, like flashing of their biggest smile even though they were drained.

Namjoon was working hard in every interview knowing he’s the only who could speak English fluently, making it extremely challenging for him. Seul could tell the disappointment in the members’ eyes, they wanted to help Namjoon and feeling bad for him to speak on behalf of them all the time. They had their back for each other, that was the important part.  

They just came out from the arena where the award might take place tomorrow, they got the chance to see the arenas and their designated seats. It made them even nervous to be in the same hall as worldwide celebrities whom at first was unreachable now they were all here. That was the craziest part of all.

The moment when they left the place and reached the hotel, it was already 11 P.M. Everyone was ready to hit the bed feeling their muscle aching from every corner of the body. After bidding a final goodnight, Seul and Semmy made their way to her room to prepare the boys outfit for their red carpet tomorrow. They had to make sure there would not be any slightest mistake occurred considering all eyes were on BTS tomorrow.

Using the last ounce of their energy, Semmy and Seul used up all their time the whole night to organize the outfit and suitable accessories to match with it. Seul learned a lot from Semmy and in few days, both of them grew close to each other. Hanging the last outfit on the rack, they smiled gleefully at the result “Unnie that will look good on Tae!” she squealed.

“I know right! Tae suggested me to wear something like this, so I can imagine he will look good. He has a great sense in fashion” Semmy patted the black tux. “Now let’s get some rest, it is 1.30 in the morning. Sorry for keeping you awake Seul…You have been such a great help these past few days” she chuckled.

“I am all good unnie, don’t worry about me. I will be by your side until we are done with this. Use me all you want” Seul stretched sitting on the bed with a loud yawn.

Semmy chuckled, ruffling her hair “Go sleep kid, its going to be a long day tomorrow”.

The moment of truth might come soon, and she was excited to see the boys in the outfit that Semmy prepared for them. Seul could imagine their good luck in this suit.

Men and black suit. What a perfect combination indeed.

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