#hes my babygirl and i can make all the dumb edits i want

[ninjasmudge]

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started off as a joke bc hes a lion and then concocted a whole narrative in my head so. oops this is no longer a joke.

i think the second half is way better than the first bc im figuring stuff out as i go, and this is platonic i just like all these mfs a lot 🎺

[gojology]

Let Me Spoil You. (18+) (NSFW)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I AM FEEDING U GUYS SO GOOD ???? holy mother of a goose i poured my blood sweat and tears into this, bumping to yung gravy as i write this so u alrdy know this is gonna be a banger!!! also i didn’t edit at all and i got so lazy at the end n i didnt wanna scrap this so uhh sorry if its bad 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom Gojo x Sub Female Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3683 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Dub-Con (I think?) Inexperienced Virgin Reader, Somnophilia, Degradation, Dom/Sub, Edging, Begging, Spitting 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | It’s your one month anniversary, and you really don’t like Gojo spoiling you, Gojo gets frustrated, he teaches you a lesson.    A soft orange filter glazed the bathroom, a humid breeze blowing in weakly from the window that was always open, no matter what. The shower head lightly sprinkled on you, mumbling curses to the shower head, you swatted, and lightly tapped it a few times before you realized you had to change the water pressure.     Facepalming, you hadn’t realized that you had changed the water pressure to ungodly levels. It was too late when you had realized, the water shot at your face, practically pushing you back. Water droplets adorned your cheeks, and your hair suddenly decreased in volume.     Gasping for air, you used your arm to wipe your eyes and quickly turned the temperature up to anything other than the freezing bitter cold, you stretched, indulging in the refreshing, hot water.    You had just gone out with Gojo for a luxurious dinner, even though it wasn’t quite your style, Gojo had insisted on taking you out to a fine-dining establishment. Small cuts of steak, with absurdly expensive champagne on the side, and of course, Gojo’s favorite, absurdly expensive desserts.    It had been almost a month since you had began to go out with him, and he had tried treating you like a princess ever since. Anything you set your eyes on, he offered to buy it, whipping out a black leather wallet that was close to snapping. Thick wads of cash sat untouched, and you always politely declined.     He had always argued with you, telling you that it was a given for significant others to spoil their loved ones. You always brushed it off, but in the latest argument between you two, Gojo was persistent, insisting that you were to dress in your finest and so that he could, “finally spoil my babygirl.”     You could still remember how the conversation went.     “No, Satoru.” you scoffed, turning to face him, leaning on the counter. Your arms crossed over your chest, “We can get JUST as good food if we order take out or some shit.”     “Listen, sweetheart,” he immediately rushed over, his hand on your ass, rubbing up and down, his other caressing your neck. “It’s nothing on me financially, I can handle it, I want to spoil you princess.”     You shook your head, looking down. He took his hand off your neck and rubbed his.     “I rarely get to spend time with you, between the meetings and the missions and training Yuuji, so let me do it just this once, is that okay, pumpkin? Besides, what do you lose from this? I made the reservation too, so we don’t have to wait. It’s a win win~”    You glanced up, before looking down again, ruffling your hair. An awkward silence grew between you two.    What did you lose from this? Even though Gojo was absolutely loaded, you still felt terrible spending money for unnecessary shit.    He looked at you, placing his hand on his chin, he looked like he was thinking, which was unusual, because the guy was as dumb as a snail sometimes. He let out a small “hm” stroking his chin as if he was debating with world renowned scholars before finally opening his mouth, “Oooooooooh, I get it now!”     You sighed, so dramatic.    He leaned forward, you always forgot how ridiculously tall he was, and how much he loomed over your figure. “Babe, don’t feel bad.” he tipped your chin upward so he could look you in the eye, even though he was quite literally wearing his blindfold, “this has been our 1 month anniversary, and what’s an anniversary without spending money on unnecessary shit?”    “I mean, I guess..”    Hesitantly agreeing, he shoved you upstairs into his room (and yours as well!) to throw on the best formal looking outfit you could find last minute. Digging through the drawers, you found a skin-tight black sundress that you had paired with a  layered delicate necklace Gojo had gifted you on your second week of dating. Hastily throwing on gold rings and a gold anklet just for the fun of it, you fluffed up your hair. You looked at your black high heels.    Hey, if you were gonna be so lavish looking, why not go all out?    You regretted that train of thought later on, and wondered why you didn’t just pull up in a simple white t-shirt.     Regardless, it was worth it at the end. Gojo looked stunning that night. Swapping out the regular blindfold for a pair of black sunglasses, it accentuated his chiseled features even more. His hair wasn’t what it was usually, it wasn’t spiked up at all. Instead, he wore it down. It looked much softer, and it framed his face perfectly. He wore a buttoned down dress shirt, and you felt your heart swell when other woman watched him walk by, their faces faltering when they realized his arm around your waist.     He even went to the extent of pulling the chairs out for you, and opening the car door, as if you were truly a princess. Admittedly, you found yourself enjoying the fine dining, even with the ridiculously small portions. The atmosphere, and the pampering from the waiters had grown on you.    While thinking about the events of your anniversary, the door creaked opened, Gojo’s head peaked just above the foggy glass doors of the shower.     You slightly slid the door open just a crack, you knew that most couples would immediately open the door and have their arms out, waiting for their significant other to immediately pleasure them in the shower, but you hadn’t done anything like that with Gojo yet.     Instantly met with his incredibly toned body, glowing in the hazy amber light from the window, you gulped. A towel draped over his veiny arms, and an incredibly large t-shirt with panties in the other.     You quickly realized the t-shirt as the one Gojo often wore, you had never worn one of his t-shirts before.    The endless missions had obviously done him well, he looked like he was sculpted from marble, a gift from heaven. Arms strong enough to hold the world, you wondered what it would be like to have him carry you around.     Your face flushed a bright red, you didn’t even know what it was like to be carried by him, the furthest you both went was making out, and even you had found yourself being too bad at it to do it consistently.     Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize what Gojo was saying. “Sugarplum? I got your clothes.” he murmured softly, setting the towel and clothes down.     Your breath hitched, watching his head turn to face the shower. Instantaneously looking down at your face peeking through.    You were never gonna hear the end of this one.    A small smile spread across his face, before disappearing into a large cocky smirk, now that he had realized what you were looking at. “It’s okay, I understand, pumpkin. Not many have the courage to tell me face to face that I’m the best. In terms of strength, and looks, and everything.”     You stuck out your tongue, blowing a raspberry.     “Fuck off, idiot, I’m trying to shower!”     “Ouch! I didn’t say that when you were ogling at my body, didn’t I? That really hurt my feelings, weren’t you ever taught the golden rule?”     His hand wove through his hair, and you couldn’t help realize how soft it looked without all the gel holding the iconic spikes together.    “Treat others how you want to be treated.” he winked.    Your mouth sealed shut, accepting your defeat, you slid the glass door shut loudly.     You heard loud booming laughter go down the hallway, gradually getting quieter and quieter before exhaling a sigh of relief as you continued to shower.     You couldn’t help but think about your boyfriend’s body once more, it seemed like a dream. Was he really yours? He had the body of a super model and he settled with you and not some ridiculously pretty girl?     Anyone would take advantage of such a handsome boyfriend, showing him off for the world to see.    You felt an unfamiliar throb between your legs, you looked down, head tilted to the side while also simultaneously furiously washing your hair.    You hadn’t felt this throbbing too much, it was almost like a yearning, and you were almost sure you knew what it was, but you didn’t quite want to admit it yet.    Shaking your head furiously, you wanted to finish your shower before anything else. Ignoring the obvious. ‧₊˚✩彡.    Rubbing your hair with your towel, you had thrown on the t-shirt and panties, cursing Gojo silently for not giving you a pair of shorts. Rummaging through the drawers in your room, Gojo suddenly appeared in the hallway.    “What are you looking for, love?” he leaned on the doorway, cocking his head to his side with a mischievous grin.    “Why don’t you ask yourself, considering that you were the one who gave me my clothes.” you scoffed, pushing the drawer you were searching for back and moving on to the next. You had forgotten which drawer had your pants, vivid images of Gojo’s body echoing through your mind.    “Your pants are on the left of the drawer.” he strode over to the king-sized bed, the mattress sinking down as he sat. “What are you thinking about?”    You scoffed again, looking at him with a side eye. “I’m not thinking of anything? What are you talking about?” 

   “Whenever you think, you forget literally everything around you.”

   Cursing the Gojo clan for ever birthing such a smart yet stupid child, you twirled around with a pair of shorts now in hand. “I do not!”

   “Yeah? Okay lil girl. Oh no, you’re not wearing those.” 

   You felt a throb yet again when you heard him call you lil girl. He snatched the pair of shorts up, dangling it just above your head. “Can’t I ever have my girlfriend wear something remotely sexy? I love your body. I want to see it all in its glory.” He placed it back into the drawer neatly.

   You froze. He was being incredibly straightforward, which wasn’t unlike Gojo, but you didn’t think he would make such large advancements. His arms snaked around your waist without you even realizing, breathing heavily as he placed your ass on his lap. 

   Readjusting to the new position, you looked up, fear and excitement brewing inside of you, was this going to be your first time having sex? You leaned in for a kiss.

   Just as he was about to give you a taste of his lips once again, a loud ringtone sounded. 

   “Fuck.” he cursed to himself, digging into his pockets and whipping out his phone, he gestured for you to be quiet. You whined a little, you had now realized what you were throbbing for.

   “Hello?” Gojo cocked his head to his side, placing the phone right next to his ear as it dangerously rested on his shoulder. A disgruntled look in his face, one hand squishing your ass. 

   “Mmmmmm, yeah, okay.” he placed the phone down on the covers, looking down to you, eye to eye.

   “That was a call from Ijichi, there’s some crazy shit going on somewhere, I have to take an emergency business trip.” he kissed your forehead gently, “I love you okay?” 

   Disappointed with the outcome, you nodded. He gave you a gentle few pats on your back before standing up, gently rolling you over on the bed, and rummaging through the drawers for his work uniform.  

   “As he casually undressed in front of you, you obviously stared, savoring the last few minutes of his body before he would disappear for the next few days, or maybe even weeks, or a month. 

   He looked back on you, just as he was entering the hallway. 

   “You forgot to say I love you.” 

   Looking up, you cursed to yourself, he didn’t have the usual playful cocky grin, now replaced with a worried one. 

   “I love you too.”

‧₊˚✩彡.

   It had now been a week since your 1 month anniversary, you had been blue balled so badly, it almost hurt. You were laying down on your bed, looking at the curtains flutter as a casual wind blew into the room. The sun was setting, and a beautiful dark blue canvas dotted with stars was sure to appear. 

   You had tried holding off, ignoring your walls desperately wrapping around something that wasn’t there. Constantly looking down, seeing that your panties were obviously soaked. The dreams weren’t helping either, Satoru had been appearing in your dreams and doing things that even he would be weirded out by, and he had seen some shit.

   Your arm snaked down to your panties, hand underneath the fabric. You breathed a sigh of relief as your unexperienced fingers circled your entrance, enjoying the slight tease. You heard the slight suckle of your walls around your fingers, enjoying the full feeling. 

   Yet you knew that this wasn’t the extent of things, you knew that there were much bigger, capable of reaching places you wouldn’t even dream of reaching. But you enjoyed the small amounts of pleasure anyways.

   You pulled your panties down, throwing it into the laundry basket and cursing yourself for making it so wet. Slowly thrusting in and out with the finger, you sighed a breath of relief. 

   “Fuck.” you gasped, as a white fluid pooled out of you onto the sheets. You cursed harder to yourself, realizing now that you had to wash them. 

   “Shit.” you couldn’t quite stop there though, you had even more aching between your legs, and you had to satisfy your cravings, you didn’t even know when Gojo would come home. 

   You gasped more, a second round of white fluids flowed out of you. The yearnings now gone, you yanked a tissue out of the tissue box, wiping your finger on it, too lazy to get up, you would worry about the cum later. Drifting off into a heavy sleep, dreaming once again about the ungodly things you wanted Gojo to do to you.

‧₊˚✩彡.

   “Gojo, s-stop.” you looked up at him as you sat on his lap, his fingers coated with your slick. His other hand played with the hem of your skirt. Not responding, he continued to quietly fingering you. 

   You quickly put a hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan, he snickered a little, before pulling out his fingers. 

   You whined a bit, earning a stare from a few people. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, you felt yourself wrapping around air.

   He sadistically smiled. You wondered how his eyes would look right now, unable to look at him because of his blindfold. 

   “Beg for it, slut.” he silently whispered, teasing your entrance. You let out a little whimper again, how were you to be quiet when he was doing all this to you?

   You opened your mouth slightly, about to beg, before being shut down completely as he shoved 3 fingers into you. 

   You let out a loud squeak, the whole restaurant now staring at you, eyeing you even across the room with displeased faces. You looked down, embarrassed. 

   He was now laughing at you, you looked up to him about to silently chew him out. Before opening your mouth, you were transported into a bright room. 

‧₊˚✩彡.

   Your eyes blinked, readjusting to the brightness. You realized that your legs were slightly colder then your upper half, realizing that you were completely naked down there. You blinked furiously, looking around, seeing someone’s incredibly muscular chest, with unmistakable white hair. 

   Rubbing your eyes, making sure that you weren’t seeing things, you mumbled, “Gojo?” 

   You felt something squirm around inside of you, letting out a loud moan as it pulled out. 

   “Hm?” he murmured sleepily, you looked down.

   Putting two and two together, his incredibly long fingers were glistening with a wetness. He shuffled a bit before finally sucking and licking his fingers, looking at you directly in the eye while doing so. 

   “What’s wrong, slut?” he smiled deviously again, resting his chin on your shoulder before thrusting 2 fingers back inside of you again. Curling them inside of you, indulging in the toe curling scream you made. 

   “Gojo! You’re...” he pulled his fingers out before you could finish, adding another finger, he was now up to 3.

   “FUCK, SATORU!”    With a lustrous glint in his eyes, he shoved his thumb and index finger into your mouth.     “That’s daddy to you, and look at your body. It’s practically begging for my cock by now. Oh princess, did I play with you for too long?” he slipped his fingers out of your needy pussy, smiling into your hair.     “Want daddy to fuck you?”    Your mouth suddenly dry, you looked at his neck. Not knowing how to respond, you nodded vigorously, sucking on his fingers.    He tipped your chin to look upwards at his face, staring directly into his aquamarine eyes.     “Use your words, whore. Or you’re not getting shit.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.     You coughed and spluttered into your arm, tears forming at the corner of your eyes.     His eyes went softer, pulling you into his chest. “Oh sweetheart, did I go too rough on you?”     You shook your head, before shakily replying, “I-I was just surprised y-you came e-early from the mission a-and...” you took a deep breath in, “I was... unp-prepared.    Before he could reply, you blurted out,    “P-please, daddy, use my tight l-little holes. I’m all yours to u-use.”     He smiled, “What a cute slut. You want me to spoil you, don’t you?”     You nodded, now rubbing your thighs together. Your slick coated your inner thigh and your breathing was getting hot.     “How come when I offered to, you didn’t want to obey me?”     “Y-you can’t compare the two-”    He spat into your open mouth. Smiling a bit when he realized that you had swallowed it, looking at him with even wider puppy eyes.    “No talking back, repeat after me, lil girl. When daddy wants to spoil me, I will let him spoil me.”     “W-when daddy wants to s-spoil me, I...” you took a shaky breath in, “I’ll let him spoil m-me.”     “That’s a good girl. Now turn to look at the wall.” he calmly replied, you obeyed, looking at the wall, anticipating for whatever happened next.     You felt something big touch your entrance. Something unnecessarily big, you whimpered. Realizing it was Gojo’s dick.     He chuckled a bit, smiling into your neck and then giving it a light suck. “It’s okay princess, this is your first isn’t it? I’ll make you into my cumslut afterwards. I’ll go nice and easy.”   Heaving a bit, he thrusted a little inside of you. You held your breath.     Strangely, it didn’t hurt at all. Even with the contrast between his incredibly thick and large cock, to your inexperienced, tight walls.     “Missy, you’re so wet.” huskily muttering into your ear, “almost like you’re milking my cock. So tight.”    He grunted, repositioning myself and letting out a small, “Fuck.” as he did so. You whined as he gradually put more and more of him inside of you.     You tightened around his cock, drooling as you did so. You didn’t realize your mouth was open.     “Babe, I can barely fucking pull out.” Gojo said, while he played with your hair, stroking your cheek.     “W-why not?”     “Nothing other then the fact that, a) you’re too tight around me, and b) you’re clenching incredibly hard for no real reason.” he once again, shoved his thumb and index finger for you to suck on, the other playing with your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple.     “Just relax, baby. Let daddy do all the work, okay?”     You weakly nodded, as he finished shoving the last of his length inside of you. Whimpering, and yanking your pillow out from its normal position to hug it.     You felt him pull out, and he slammed back inside of you once again.     You swore to God that you saw the light, a wave of pleasure and your body going numb as he did so. Letting out a shrill squeak, you hugged your pillow as hard as you can, your juices flowing down into the bed now, leaving an evident trail of where it once came from.    Gojo grunted, snuggling deeper into your body. There was barely any space between the two of you, but you still didn’t feel close enough.     The room was filled with the sound of sticky skin against stinky skin, panting, and moans. You felt every. single. bit. of him.     Now, he had begun to quicken his pace, slamming into your body more often, sending waves of pleasure inside of you. His hair stuck to his neck, sweat pouring down his body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.     “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck, I want to cum inside of you so badly, love.” he panted out of breath.     You whimpered, still unable to speak due to his fingers you were harshly sucking all this time. He laughed in response, before finally pulling out.     In a blink of an eye, he shot ropes of cum on your stomach, panting. You had finally gotten a good view of his cock, big was an understatement. Veins decorated the side of it, and the tip was a rosy pink.     “Lick some cum off of your pretty stomach, princess. I wanna see how pretty you look while doing so.”    Both of you breathing heavily, sweat dampening the sheets, his eyes bore into you. You gulped, even though you had done something so intimate with him, dominant Gojo was nothing to mess with.     You scooped some of his cum up with your finger and sucked on it, looking at him the whole time.     He grunted with approval, giving you a nice headrub.     “Well would you look at that.” he glanced at the wall, “it’s already morning. Wanna take a shower together, lil girl?”    On any other day, you’d make up an excuse, but you figured that you’d get fucked even harder if you told him you didn’t want to.     “Okay, daddy.”     “Good girl.”          

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝘼𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

i wanted to use this picture so badly but I knew it would ruin the mood.

∘ request(s):

"ayo? they’re not sleeping with anyone else??? does that mean???? raw??? w edgy karl????????

"ooooo i’m lacking in edgy karl content😩 for the next one could you do one where maybe the reader is being a brat and karl puts them in their place? if that makes sense?"

"Ever since I read your edgy Karl x reader I been getting massive brainrot where reader is just questioning their relationship and Karl is just dismissive about it. It feels great to get that off my chest. 😭"

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, prostitution (sort of), drinking, Todd the frat boy, crude/suggestive language, degradation, asphyxiation, spitting, angst

∘ word count: ~5k

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ song recommendation: Come Here by Dominic Fike

a/n: y'all really drive this series oml. thank you to all your requests! should I do song recs on these or is that dumb? happy reading :)

♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

You adjusted your dress, attempting to not look as unkempt as you felt. Your hair had luckily survived the bus ride to Karl’s, yet your clothing was wrinkled from being smashed against various girls with the same destination in mind. You scoffed to yourself as you leaned against the side of the house, tugging your heel into a more comfortable position as one of the women in the group knocked on the large door.

It felt like there was always some random party blaring out of the windows, so you were surprised to be mixed into an excited group of girls waiting to be invited in by one of the Brothers. The only time when you’d been over to visit Karl and there wasn’t some kind of celebration of a random event was directly before spring break.

A nameless member dressed in a tux answered the door and you bit back a laugh as he welcomed everyone into the foyer. As you scanned the crowd for Karl, you noticed the number of older people lounging about in formal attire. You furrowed your brows slightly, knowing that Todd was probably behind whatever cultist bullshit was about to happen.

You wracked your brain trying to remember if Karl had mentioned anything about the importance tonight, but knowing the two of you, he’d probably begun to tell you only for him to get distracted.

A familiar laugh drew your attention to one corner of the living room where a man who looked dangerously like Karl playfully shrugged out of the grasp of another frat member. His nails were bare and he lacked any piercings, his hair even tamed so it fell just right over his forehead. You couldn’t deny the way your mind ran absolutely feral at the view of him, as if you’d stepped into some strange alternate universe where Karl was actually Carl.

As someone else struck up the conversation in his group, he turned to look over the crowd, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. His eyes brightened as he spotted you in the mix of the group. Whoever had let you into the house handed you and the rest of the people a brochure, something you then realized most of the room was holding.

You snorted slightly as you read, “46th ANNUAL MEMBER AUCTION,” printed boldly across the front page in elegant script. Your stomach twisted slightly at the discovery. You flipped open the pamphlet, seeing a list of numbers and the names of corresponding Brothers.

Karl was 23.

“I didn’t even sign up, honestly,” a voice called in your ear as Karl leaned over your shoulder, peering at the page in your hands. His cologne was more expensive than he usually wore, made obvious by the way it complemented his natural scent with a fuller smell.

You turned slightly, nearly leaning into his warm breath above you as you moved to look at him. “Come on, let them pimp you out,” you joked, your finger underlining one of the details on the back. “It’s for the frat Karl,” you mocked, making him roll his eyes playfully. “You look awfully pretty to not have signed up,” you chided, a small amount of jealousy tugging in your chest.

He ran his tongue across his teeth, his eyes dancing with mischief as he looked down at you. “Do you want me to?”

You shrugged. “You know how loyal I am to this frat. I think it’s only right,” you continued to josh, eliciting a low chuckle from him. The smell of his whiskey hung beautifully on him. You’d be damned not to acknowledge what a catch he was.

He pulled his hand from his pocket and settled it on the small of your back, the two of you mumbling to each other as you headed towards the kitchen so he could pour you a drink. As he explained the process of the auction, your nerves started to change drastically. Luckily, your exterior kept this from Karl because you weren’t even sure yourself why you could be feeling so strongly about the event. “... Really, only the married guys get out of it without being heckled all night. It’s… I don’t know. It’s pretty lame.”

“So basically, it’s an event where the guys objectify themselves in the name of the frat." You jested, your eyes glued on his pinky ring, the only symbol of the Karl you knew. "Have you done this before?”

Karl shook his head. “I wasn’t old enough, thank God.” He leaned against the counter beside you, his back to the circulating groups of people so he was only looking at you. As he slouched, he matched your height.

You reached forward, taking the unbuttoned collar of his white shirt between your finger pads. “I’m trying to decide if I’m scared or aroused by this version of you,” you tittered, wanting so badly to feel his teeth against your skin. He smirked at you. “It’s like Wonderbread you. Like you’d have to sign a contract with me before you gave me a hug,” you teased further, making the smug look on his face twist into a laugh.

He leaned closer to you, his hand brushing to lay against the curve of your hip. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I can still rip you in half.”

You took a sip of the Brandy in your glass to hide the moan wanting to rip through your throat at the closeness of him. His lips brushed against your skin before pressing a kiss behind your ear subtly. You nudged him away from you reluctantly as Todd strolled into the kitchen, arms raised slightly as if he’d been searching the high heavens for Karl.

He moved to stand between the two of you, reaching for a decanter of a liquid you couldn’t place. Karl crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Karl, I have been looking everywhere for you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pin with Karl’s number on it and nudging it towards him on the counter. “You know, it’s kind of fun that partners can’t bid because-” he paused before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his side. You let out a laugh, resting your hand against his chest as Karl’s eyes darkened at the two of you. “-Your lovebug can have me tonight then, huh?” He mocked, smirking.

“Well, technically, I’m not his partner…” you added, pretending to touch Todd flirtatiously.

Todd’s arms pulled you closer. “You know what I mean, Princess.” You snickered, pushing him off of you as he moved to lean against the sink behind you. “Come on, Karl. I’m practically handing you the opportunity to hook up with MILFs, random TAs, and sorority girls,” he begged, making Karl pinch the bridge of his nose.

“That does sound intriguing,” you chimed, making Karl giggle mildly.

Todd’s eyes lit up with a sarcasticness as if you were actually promoting the idea. “You can go instead if you want to, babygirl,” he offered, tilting his head in an action to resemble a car salesman.

You looked to Karl with raised eyebrows and he shook his head in disbelief at the stupidity of whatever banter you and Todd were striking up. “That would be fun! Please, illegally pimp me out instead. I want to be solicited-”

Todd’s hand reached out to clamp over your mouth. “Okay stop.” He straightened his tie and the pin on his lapel in the shape of a number 12. You quietly wondered who were in the top places and what they were doing to be in those spots. “Karl, you’re a legacy dick. Most of those women out there probably hooked up with your family members and are back for more of that sweet sweet Jacobs-”

Karl cut him off gruffly. “-I’ll do it if you don’t finish that sentence and never bring that to my attention again.” Todd pretended to zip his lips before pointing to the pin and walking off. You took the pin in your hands, trying to ignore the shakiness of your fingers as you pinned it onto his jacket. “You know his name is actually Mark, right? He pretended to be a Romney for his first two years here.”

You snorted. “Don’t feed me that information right now.” You wet your lips, feeling his eyes on you as you brushed your hands down his lapels. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to… I was just joking.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Like, we can leave if you want,” you offered softly.

Karl chuckled, moving his hands up to rest over yours. “Someone’ll pay fifty bucks to take me to some dodgy hotel for ten minutes. It’ll be okay,” he assured. “Maybe I'll have fun, who knows.” He drew you closer once again. You swore you could get drunk off the intoxicating allure of his breath. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.”

You furrowed your brows, suddenly worried about having that conversation with him. “If you’re okay with it, I am,” you answered quietly, sending him a small shrug.

He popped a piece of gum in his mouth, shrugging back at you.

Everyone began to gather around the grand piano in one corner of the living room. You could suddenly feel the heat of the massive fireplace against your bare legs as Karl rested an arm against the wall above you, leaning over you slightly. “How much would you bid on me, if you could?” He whispered as Todd explained some rules to the bidders.

You looked up at him reaching up to play with his lot number. You hummed slightly in mock thought. “Maybe a packet of ramen, a Speedway rewards card, and…” you trailed off before digging into your purse and grabbing a handful of quarters, “five dollars in linty coins?” You joked, sending him an innocent smile.

He bit back a laugh. “I feel like you’re the only one that knows my true value,” he quipped sarcastically.

As the auction began to kick off, men were being bought for various currencies, from picnics in the park to gala dates and etcetera. The tension in your shoulders began to cool as there were fewer ambiguous payments. The women and men that paid sums of money were the ones that worried you the most. Karl’s hand slithered up your back until he reached the back of your neck, pressing his fingers into your skin almost possessively.

You focused on the crowd, trying to notice any peering eyes cutting into Karl, but no one seemed to have the slightest clue. Karl’s fingers worked at a knot in your neck, making you want to moan at his touch. You hated being this close to him and unable to mark him as your own. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to the skin on your shoulder that wasn’t covered by your dress. “Relax,” he whispered, heat raking through your body at the sound of his voice.

Finally, his number came up. Before the auctioneer could finish introducing him, a handful of sorority girls sparked up with heavy numbers in the air. Your eyes widened and you could feel Karl stiffen behind you at their urgency. As their bids began to grow and add zeros, your heart began to beat in your ears.

“$5000.” Your mouth grew dry as the number halted the noise in the room. Bewilderedly, you searched the room until your eyes landed on a woman in her early-50s. You couldn’t help your mouth slightly fall open. “I’d like to bid $5000,” she repeated. You downed the rest of your Brandy, letting the alcohol sting your throat and warm your stomach. As Karl’s turn closed, your mind went blank. What did I expect to happen? You scorned.

After about an hour, the bidding was over. You plastered on a smile after everyone exited the room, standing before Karl and spending the time you had left letting your mind race with emotion. “What’s wrong?” Karl asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.

You swatted him off. “You excited to spend time with your new mommy?” You chided, making him raise his eyebrows. Your voice came out a bit more condescending than you’d intended.

Something dark flitted across his expression. “Definitely.” He pressed closer to your ear again. “I bet she cums on the slow stroke,” he leered, making you inch away from him. He giggled slightly at his own joke, before noticing your quietness. “What?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, unable to explain just how you were feeling about the situation. It was as if reality had seeped into your bones at what had happened.

Karl ran his fingers against his bottom lip as he looked at you, the skin flushing a deeper red. You’d seen the color too many times to count, but it was usually due to stimulation from you. “Don’t be like that. What’s going on?” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms softly. This seemed to only further allure him. “If you’re gonna act like a brat, I’ll start treating you like a brat,” he whispered, perking your attention. You let your eyes wander back to the ground. He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. His calm expression added arousal to your swimming cauldron of feelings.

You pulled out of his grasp. You bit your tongue, grasping at your thoughts and searching for what you wanted to tell him. His grey irises swirled with some kind of worry and what you could only describe as fondness. Instead, you chickened out. “Just use protection, okay?” You faltered.

His features remained quiet as if in thought. In one swift movement, his hand brushed against your jaw, pressing his lips against yours. Your whole body relaxed into his touch, your eyes closing to relish in the feeling of silent loyalty to you. As his tongue brushed against your lips, it was as if he was stating just what you meant to him. If you weren’t in the right mind, you’d moan a gracious pledge of your mutual devotion into his mouth.

He pulled away shortly, leaving you flushed and winded as he reached his thumb up to swipe away the smearing of your lipstick. “I’m in your fuckin’ pocket, remember?” He acquiesced almost emotionlessly, before dropping his hands and letting you stumble. You had to will your body not to grin at what he’d said as the woman who bid on him approached the two of you.

She shook hands with both of you talking about the thrill of the event and how she’s gone for the last couple of years. “Ma’am, he’s a virgin. Please be careful,” you noted as Karl helped her into her coat. Karl’s eyes shot daggers into you, biting back a laugh of his.

The woman giggled with her whole chest. “Oh, darling. That won’t be an issue,” she gasped as she caught her breath. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smile as you made eye contact with an ill-looking Karl.

You opted to head back to your apartment, eyeing the clock each time you get an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your roommate had gone out for the night, leaving you to stew in your own thoughts. As two hours passed, you were beginning to feel phantom notifications from your phone, your heart skipping with faltering hope.

As if your prayers had finally been answered, a brief knock at your door sent you jumping over the back of the couch and tugging on a hoodie before you threw open the door. Karl stood leaning against the frame and cracking his knuckles. He eyed you curiously as he noticed your urgency. His shirt was barely buttoned and untucked, hair ruffled and curling here and there. As you let him into your apartment, your mouth grew dry with anticipation. Karl slumped onto your couch, kicking his feet up on your coffee table and raising an eyebrow at you.

You wet your lips, sitting on the arm of a chair near his side of the couch. “How was it?” You asked. “Did you learn anything?”

He scoffed, humor dancing behind his eyes. “You will never guess where I was.” You furrowed your brows at him as if it wasn’t obvious. To this he shook his head, sitting up to lean his elbows on his knees, reaching forward to pull you into the empty spot beside him. “So, that woman owns an art studio downtown and she holds classes for whoever. The nail polish girl in my art class is like the right-hand man to that woman and she caught wind of the auction,” he paused to loosen a few more of his buttons. “The woman has always gone to the auction, but the girl knew I was participating this year and recommended me.”

“Okay, so… You were in an art class all night?” You probed, making him grin smugly at you.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Not exactly.”

You snorted, leaning into the cushions and turning towards him. “They weren’t drawing you nude were they?” You joked sarcastically, the mental image proving to be almost unthinkable. His eyes shifted to his lap as he chuckled and you punched his arm. “You’re kidding!”

He shook his head, biting back a grin. “I had old dudes staring at my dick for two hours straight and trying to recreate it in charcoal.” You covered your mouth with your hand, waiting for him to reveal that he was joking. “They liked my cheekbones,” he taunted.

You huffed in disbelief. “Oh my fucking God.” Your mind was utterly blank. “So, you didn’t sleep with anyone?”

He smiled at you. “Nope. You’re still my only one.” Your cheeks flushed at this. “That being said, you were so incredibly immature earlier,” he chided, making your eyebrow perk with discontent.

“Excuse me,” you nearly hissed.

His eyes navigated your body. “Jealous little brat, honestly,” he scoffed. “Make it up to me.” You stared at him blankly, as if unable to comprehend his words. He moved his arms to rest on the back of the couch, letting his legs spread a bit further. You watched him intently as his jaw tensed, looking slightly intimidating as he eyed you. His calm expression started you, gears turning behind his eyes. “Did I stutter?” He nipped.

You climbed onto his lap, letting his hands slip beneath your hoodie as he gripped your hips, pulling you down to grind against his leg. Heat spread across your body at the friction, realizing now just how needy you’d been for most of the night. Funny how you didn’t even think of taking care of yourself without Karl there.

He tugged your collar to the side, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, his warm breath a stark contrast to the cool temperature of the room. You felt his teeth glide over the valleys of your collarbones as if threatening to mark you as the brat you were. His brat.

His fingers dug into your skin, his knee bouncing slightly as he pushed you to increase your speed. You moaned against his shoulder, reaching the hand that wasn’t planted securely on his arm towards his belt. The clasp was almost second nature for you, considering the various places and positions you’d been in and wrestling with it.

As you slipped your hand into his pants, he groaned, bucking against your touch as if he'd been hungry for you all night. He rested his hand in the crook of your neck, roughly bringing your lips to his own. Instead of kissing you immediately, his lips brushed against yours, the smell of his breath dancing against your skin and forcing you to want him more as your hips moved to make up for the lack of his taste on your tongue.

Your hand gripped him through his boxers, earning a muffled grunt of pleasure from Karl. His eyes threatened to roll as you began to palm him, his breathing deep and needy. Curses hissed through his teeth, the sound further adding to how turned on you were. "Give me your mouth," he moaned, a demand you were more than happy to fulfill as you slipped onto your knees in front of him. Karl's hand gathered your hair as you tugged his boxers down. Your fingers traced the hem of his dress pants that ran against the inside of his thigh before attending to his arousal once again.

Then something clicked into your mind. "I've been thinking about what Todd said," you began, Karl's reaction dulling as you began to pump your hand around his dick. "About me sleeping with him," you continued, your voice dripping with a venomous innocence.

Karl twitched in your hand, his grip on your hair tightening. You moaned slightly as his eyes hardened. "Tread lightly, pet," he nearly growled. The gruffness of his voice sending goosebumps down your back. "You're on thin fucking ice already."

You looked up at him with doe eyes, crowding his lap. "I wonder if he's bigger than you," you commented.

You seemed to find the last straw rather quickly as Karl grabbed your arms, pulling you up and throwing you on the couch beneath him. "Fucking bitch," he snapped, ripping your underpants down your legs. "And here I was about to make this about you," he chuckled darkly, leaning on his knee to slip his jacket off his shoulders and discard his button-up shirt.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you towards him before he ground his hips against yours roughly, clashing his lips against yours. He tugged on your hair tightly, tongue pressing into your mouth.

His lips left yours, pulling your hoodie over your head and throwing it across the room before digging his teeth into your chest. You moaned at his efforts, basking in the roughness of his actions. Karl pushed himself into you without warning, and without hesitation, he began to snap his hips into yours. Your thighs tightened around his waist, attempting to adjust to his speed before he hooked one of your legs in the crook of his elbow, pushing it towards your chest.

His hand moved to wrap around your neck possessively, his eyes burning into yours with a mix of lust and glimmers of the sadistic side of him that loved to see you tremble beneath his touch as he restricted your breathing, only for you to gasp for air when he allowed. "Fucking brat," he barked, pounding into you faster. "Bring him up again and I'll make your life miserable," he groaned, spitting into your mouth to illustrate his point.

You let him take his anger out on you as you fought not to grin at the pure sparks of pleasure pulsing through your veins at the view of him completely dominating you. Your eyes fluttered shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in an attempt not to cum from the intense stimulation, your fingers digging into the softness of the couch beneath you as you searched for something to anchor yourself.

Karl leaned back slightly, dragging a hand through his hair as he slowed his hips, his eyes glued to yours, the new angle driving him deeper into you. The view of him above you like this oddly reminded you of when the two of you went to parties and spent the night grinding against each other in the massive crowds of your peers to an unidentifiable song.

Any idiot could tell Karl could fuck by the way he danced.

Karl pressed his hips firmly against yours, bucking into you relentlessly once again, pulling your hands above your head and holding your wrists in his fist. He kissed you harshly once again, swallowing your attempts to catch your breath and dragging his teeth across your lips again.

You felt unable to control your orgasm as it raced through you, your moans echoing into Karl's mouth as your body tensed. Karl used your orgasm to ride out the rest of his own pleasure, smirking slightly at your disheveled appearance.

As the air settled, the two of you straighten up the living room, making sure to find each article of clothing so your roommate wouldn't comment. Karl sat back down on the couch, reaching an arm out for you. You raised an eyebrow at him hesitantly, with a small smirk playing on your lips.

He huffed jokingly. "Come on, I can't fuck your brains out and not hug you at least for a bit," he joshed, gesturing for you to join him.

You let out a small laugh. The man with multiple piercings, tattoos, and a glare that can insight nightmares, was always the first to ask to cuddle. You tucked into the spot beneath his arm, letting his grasp tighten around you as you wrapped a blanket around the both of you.

His heartbeat thumped against your ear, making you want to slip into a deep sleep. "I think we should set Todd up with Nail Polish Girl," you joked, breaking into the comfortable silence between the two of you. You glanced up at Karl as you said this, hoping to gauge his reaction as you silently apologized for what you'd said earlier in the name of getting him riled up.

He chuckled shortly. "We should probably straighten ourselves out before we meddle in other people's relationships," he mocked. It'd come out as a light-hearted statement, but it tugged heavily at your nerves.

You pushed yourself to sit up and look at him, suddenly anxious. "What do you mean? We're fine, right?"

Karl smirked. "Well yeah, but sooner or later we're going to have to figure out what we're doing." He wet his lips. "I mean, how much longer are we supposed to just mindlessly hook up."

"We're not mindlessly hooking up. We're friends too," you reasoned, your voice uneven as you attempted to inject humor in your statements, hoping to mask your hesitation.

He rolled his eyes slightly. "Yeah, but don't you want more? Like who do you say I am when your friends ask?" He raised his eyebrows, shortly waiting for a response before continuing. "A booty call, right? Am I supposed to be a booty call forever?"

You were taken aback slightly. His tone wasn't provocative, but that didn't stop your heart from racing. "What are you saying?"

He shrugged. "What does it sound like I'm saying?" He sat up a bit more to angle towards you. "I don't mean now, but eventually I'd like this to mean a bit more."

You stood up from the couch, nearly tripping over the coffee table as you reached for a pair of discarded sweatpants and slipped them on. "This is a lot to think about," you mumbled, unable to make eye contact with him. Your mind raced with the different outcomes of what he was talking about. Also, all of them involved the two of you going stale and him finding comfort in other people. "I mean… what we have now is good. Isn't it?"

Karl stood too, raising his hands slightly as if he were consoling a cornered animal. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I thought we were on the same page?" You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, looking for words. "I- uh. I'm sorry." His hands fisted at his sides awkwardly, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. Sirens wailed from outside your windows, the street becoming the only noise in your apartment as he awaited your next move. "I'm actually… gonna head out. I'll uh… I'll text you later," he stated, grabbing his jacket, gauging your reaction.

Your tongue felt like sandpaper as you chewed the inside of your cheek. "No, uh… I think I need some time…" you trailed, your eyes flashing to his. "... To think…"

He nodded slightly, taking one last look at you before slipping out your front door, the lock clicking shut behind him.

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Plank All Over Me - Friendship Test Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Plank All Over Me Masterlist

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“I’m Chris Pine.” Tom waved to the camera.

“And I’m Nick Cage.” You threw your hands up.

“And we have surprisingly both played a version of Spider-Man.” Tom jeered.

“I personally am not surprised Mr. Nicholas Cage played Spider-Man and I don’t know why you are.” You joked.

“Because he’s Nicholas Cage.” Tom pointed out.

“And he was born to play this role? Jealously is a disease, honey.” You waves your hand in Toms face.

“Don’t say it.” He groaned.

“Get well soon.” You blew him a kiss which he swatted away.

“She said it.” He looked at the camera and sighed.

“I feel like we need to start warning brands that we’ll do a video with them, but the intro is gonna be ten minutes of us fighting and there’s nothing they can do to stop that.” You laughed as you realized you were doing it again.

“We’re doing the Friendship Test with Glamour by the way.” Tom said. “Sorry Glamour for not warning you how difficult we are to work with.”

“We’re also not friends.” You said sarcastically.

“We’re going to be man and wife in a few months.” Tom reminded you.

“That doesn’t mean we’re friends.” You replied. “I also never understood the phrase “man and wife.” Like, you’re still a man but I unlock the secret third gender of “wife”? It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Darling, the only two genders are Coke and Pepsi.” Tom said as if it were obvious.

“Oh, right. My bad.” You laughed.

“Lets start the video.” Tom suggest and clasped his hands together.

“Yea, I think this has been our worst intro yet.” You said apologetically.

“We’re gonna have you guys talk a little about each other in separate rooms first.” A crew member behind the camera told you.

“Oh, okay.” You said as you were lead into the adjacent room.

“Talk to us about Y/n.” Tom was asked in his room.

“Tell us about Tom.” They asked you.

“My favorite thing to talk about.” Tom grinned shyly and looked at his feet.

“Where do I even start?” You shrugged.

“I always say this, not necessarily to her, but she is not a girl you date. She is a girl you marry.” Tom began. “I cannot even imagine dating her and not ending up with her. That’d just be torture and it’d be unfair to all the other girls I came across because I’d always compare them to Y/n.”

“Sometimes, I put his phone on top of the refrigerator when we’re fighting.” You told the camera.

“There is no one in this world who’s more generous.” Tom gushed.

“He’s too short to reach it.” You laughed a little.

“More caring.” He continued.

“It’s really entertaining to watch him try and get it down.” You stated.

“More beautiful.” He listed off.

“He never does.” You shook your head.

“Or more giving than Y/n.” He finished.

“I always have to get it for him.” You chuckled.

“If I didn’t have her, I’d be searching in vain for the rest of my life for something that can give to me what she does.” Tom said sincerely.

“God, he’s also such a bad driver.” You sighed.

“But nothing compares to her.” He professed.

“He runs red lights like it’s his job.” You called him out.

“She completes me and it’s been the greatest joy of my life to love her.” Tom said, getting a little emotional.

“I’m always like “slow down, sonic!” and I honestly don’t even think he can hear me.” You shrugged.

“And to be loved by her.” He smiled.

“He’s crazy.” You said.

“She’s a blessing.” Tom said.

“Thanks guys. We’re gonna return to the first room now for the test.” The crew told you. You were brought back into the room where Tom was ready waiting with a small stack of black cards.

“Exercise one in the friendship test, we have to stare into each other’s eyes for three minutes.” Tom read off a little card. You turned to face each other and instantly smiled.

“Your eyes are so brown.” You commented as you studied them.

“Is that a good thing?” He asked.

“It’s the best thing.” You promised.

“Babydoll. My heart.” He pouted at your complement.

“I never loved brown eyes until I loved you.” You said softly.

“I never loved until I loved you.” He replied.

“Woah. Calm down there, Hamlet. This is Glamour, not our wedding vows.” You laughed shyly at his profession.

“Did you call me Hamlet?” His eyebrows knit together.

“Yeah.” You said as you continued to hold eye contact.

“And not Romeo?” He inquired.

“Why would I call you Romeo?” You asked.

“You’re calling me a famous Shakespearean lover boy and you chose Hamlet over Romeo?” He asked in confusion.

“Romeo was dumb. Oh, then actually yeah, you are Romeo.” You teased.

“If you’re being like this to my face, I can’t wait to hear what sweet things you said about me in the other room.” Tom joked.

“We were supposed to say sweet things?” You asked in a panic.

“She’s kidding.” Tom apologized for you, but you weren’t actually kidding.

“Yes. Kidding.” You lied.

“Has it been three minutes yet? My eyes are so dry.” Tom rubbed around his eyes.

“That makes me think of our plank video.” You smiled when he asked about the time.

“It’s been four.” A crew member told you and your and Tom finally broke eye contact.

“God, I can’t look at this hideous creature any longer.” You joked and Tom pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Exercise two, compliment each other.” You read off the next card.

“We have to write them down first?” Tom asked the crew.

“He’s asking because he can’t read.” You kidded.

“I know you’re joking, but I genuinely can’t read.” He laughed as he began to write down some compliments.

“It’s okay, baby. Do you best.” You laughed back.

“Okay. I’ll go first.” You opened your notepad. “You’re incredibly hard working. You always show appreciation to each and every person you come into contact with. You dedicate everything you have to your work and it really shows with your outstanding performances. You constantly give and never expect anything in return. You’re a great person to have on my team. And your ass is fat.” You read off what you wrote on the notepad.

“Baby, I’m gonna cry. You really think that about my butt?” Tom held a hand over his heart as he played into your joke.

“Yes. And I love your ears. I forgot to put that in there.” You remembered.

“I’ve always been insecure about my ears. You really like them?” He touched one as he looked at you.

“Yes, My Dumbo looking king.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek several times.

“My turn.” Tom laughed at your statement. “I said you’re really good at making tea.” He read off the notepad and stared at you blankly.

“Babe, you didn’t.” You out your hands over your mouth as if you were about to cry.

“I did.” He nodded.

“Stop. You gas me up too much.” You pretended to wipe away tears.

“I have too, baby. No one makes tea the way you do.” He continued his joke.

“My secret is hot water.” You winked at the camera.

“Exercise three, ask anything.” Tom read off another card.

“There���s so much I want to know.” Tom gushed, as if he didn’t already know everything about his fiancé.

“Ask away.” You smiled.

“Who is your favorite actor?” Tom started his questions off.

“Oh, that’s a good question.” You pretended to think about it. “It’s gotta be Ryan Reynolds.”

“Oh, okay.” He nodded curtly. “Well what about your favorite actor named Tom? Preferably Tom H?”

“Easy. Tom Hanks.” You replied with a shrug.

“Let’s try this, favorite British Tom H?” He tried again.

“Tom Hiddleston, duh.” You laughed.

“Okay. Okay. That’s fine. Who’s your favorite actor who has portrayed Spider-Man?” He narrowed the pool.

“Another easy one. It’s obviously John Mulaney.” You said and looked at the crew for their agreement.

“He didn’t play Spiderman.” Tom stated.

“He played Spider-Ham in Into The Spiderverse. You didn’t specify if he had to have portrayed human Spider-Man.” You told Tom.

“Well then who’s your favorite British actor who has played Spider-Man?” Tom asked.

“Oh. I see. This was all a set up to the obvious. My favorite British actor who had played Spider-Man,” you shrugged and Tom smiled, “Andrew Garfield. Is he here? Was this a setup to surprise me with my favorite British actor who’s played Spider-Man?”

“He’s not here.” Tom pretended to be hurt.

“No? Then I have to leave early.” You joked.

“Lucky for you, we’ve completed all the exercises.” Tom said when he realized there were no more cards.

“So they took the fight to the death part out of the test?” You asked in faux sadness.

“I guess they did.” Tom laughed.

“Darn.” You shook your head as Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“We can still fight to the death when we get home.” He said as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Promise?” You asked.

“Yes, babygirl. I promise.” Tom pulled you into a hug and rolled his eyes at the camera. “Thank you for watching our Friendship Test.”

“And thank you Glamour for having us.” You said once you pulled out of the hug.

“Who knows? Maybe next time you see us, we’ll be married.” Tom winked at the camera.

“Or divorced.” You deadpanned. “Bye!”

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[satendou]

⟼  dirty, filth, grimy

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⇢  pairing: bokuto kotaro/reader

⇢ au: aged up!au, pro!bokuto

⇢ summary: bokuto isn’t slick, and isn’t a shower supposed to help you get clean?

⇥  masterlist

⇥  requests are open! | rules

⇢  warnings: established relationship, smut, fingering, locker room sex, shower sexy, unprotected sex

⇢  word count: 2.3k

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⇢  a/n: i was on a roll with public sex when i wrote this ionno. also i’m sorry i always have to go back and edit to say thank you to @keijiskitten​ for beta reading for me idk why i always forget ugh but ily and appreshiate u sm

The squeal of wheels and thudding of balls against the floor slowly petered out as the team got ready to go home. The only one who was not quite ready to leave yet was Bokuto, who had continued practicing his spikes for a while after the rest had showered up and started cleaning. So you were stuck waiting around for him to get finished, helping him clean up and then settling in to wait for him to shower.

He gave your forehead a quick peck on his way by, and you watched him shed his shirt as he walked towards the locker room, the fabric sticking to his back with sweat as he slid it up and over his head. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he stopped and turned back to you wearing the most mischievous smirk you had ever seen. 

Which was saying something, when it came to Bokuto.

“Say, you haven’t showered yet, have you?” he said, taking slow steps back in your direction. “I saw you helping the others earlier. That’s pretty gross, _____.”

You blinked at him in confusion. Way earlier, you had filled in for someone for a few minutes, tossing balls to the setter while he went to get a drink-- not even long enough to break a sweat. With the way Bokuto watched you like a hawk, mostly to make sure you were paying attention to him showing off for you, he had to know that.

“What’re you up to, Ko?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

You knew that look. He was plotting something.

His hands came out, held up in defense, still wearing a mischievous smirk. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, _____. You need to shower, I need to shower. I just thought we could conserve water is all. Ecological consciousness and all that.”

You snorted and stood up, pulling your bag off your shoulder and setting it on the chair, followed by your jacket “You’ve been spending too much time with Kuroo. Ecological consciousness, is that the best you can come up with?”

As you fell into step beside him, he took your hand and dragged you towards the door. “Don’t be mean, _____. And besides, it worked, didn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. It wasn’t like you knew how to say no to him anyway, and he’d have just pestered you if you had. But try telling him that.

The door opened silently, the lights flicking on automatically when they detected movement. The silence inside was almost eerie. You were rarely in there in general, let alone without the team, so you had never noticed before. Your footsteps echoed as Bokuto led the way to the showers, the handle squeaking quietly as he turned it, setting it to the temperature that he liked. 

His shorts hit the floor and then his hands found your shirt, tugging it up and off of you. The rough pads of his fingers skimmed up your back to your bra clasp, and then it was gone too. Palming your breast in one of his warm hands, he smirked at you. “You’re so pretty, _____.”

You trembled when he pinched your nipple between his forefinger and thumb and pulled, letting it go and watching it jiggle and bounce. Your pants hit the floor next and you stood naked before him. Even after years together, you flushed under his intense, hungry gaze, like you had every time since the first. The way he watched you was both flattering and unnerving, like he wanted to eat you up-- or out, which you didn’t doubt either. 

The thought made you blush harder, knowing firsthand how good he was at that.

“Watcha thinkin’ about, princess?” he asked, guiding you by the hips as he walked backwards into the warm water. He groaned as it beat his sore muscles, pulling you right to his chest under the spray. 

“Um, you,” you whispered, tapping on his chest with your fingertips. Absentmindedly, you slid your hand up and over his broad shoulder, cupping his neck, watching the water collect against your fingers and spill over. It always amazed you how warm Bokuto was; he just radiated heat like the sun. With his arms wrapped around you, your body pressed to his firm one, you felt safe and comfortable, protected. 

And more than a little turned on.

“Me?” he asked, and sounded genuinely startled. He looked down at you with wide eyes, searching your face for...something, and you laughed.

“Of course you, you dork,” you said, tugging on his bangs. The water had washed the gel keeping his spiky locks upright and it now fell down naturally into his face. “Who else would I mean? You’re so dumb, Ko.”

In response, he pushed his bangs up and off his forehead, slicking it back. “You’re so mean to me, _____.”

“You bring it on yourself, you know. ‘Me?’ Honestly,” you said. You squeezed the back of his neck, pushing against it and he willingly came down, pressing his lips to yours before he could respond. Your tongue slipped past his lips, probing against his and tasting the remnants of the fruity energy drink he had chugged not long ago. He groaned, his hands sliding down and squeezing your ass. You could feel his erection pressing between your legs, but you weren’t quite ready to give in yet.

Pulling away, you smiled, and he recognized the teasing intent behind it. When you pulled out of his arms, he whined and made to drag you back, but the water made it dangerous to play around so he let you slide free, watching you pick up his body wash and loofah.

As slowly as you could manage, you started to scrub his chest in slow circles and watched his head tip back. Your free hand rested on his abs, thumb mimicking the movements of your occupied hand, collecting up the suds that slid down.

He groaned as your hands ghosted over his hip and laughed at the tight squeeze you gave his ass and squeezed yours, causing you to giggle.

“If we get caught we’re so dead, you know that right? Coach’ll give you so much receiving practice your arms will fall off,” you warned as the loofah slid from your hand, hitting the floor with a wet slap. It fell on deaf ears as Bokuto swept you up in a heated kiss, tongue probing between your lips for a taste.

“Worth it,” he grunted, guiding you carefully backwards until your back met the wall. With one arm propped over your head, he used his knee to guide your legs apart. Wet fingers probed your slick lips, splitting them open to graze your entrance. “So ready for me already, babygirl.”

You sighed as he eased his way in, thumb flicking your clit. You raked your fingers through his hair, tugging on the knots created by the water, rocking your hips into his fingers. “Always for you, Ko. You feel so good.”

His cock twitched at your easy praise, moaning low in your throat as he slid a second one into your tight heat. Your soft hand wrapped around his bobbing cock, using the water as a makeshift lube to pump, thumb smearing precum down his length. His hips jerked in time with your hand, fingers syncing up as they thrust in and out of you, little moans reaching his ears until his lips covered yours again.

His fingers curled inside of you, the tips massaging just right and your lips parted, thighs squeezing down on his hand.

“Ko, Ko, shit,” you stuttered against his lips, fingers locking in his hair.

He pulled back, eyes glazed and nodded, pulling his fingers from your opened cunt with a slick noise. Guiding you to turn around, you leaned over and slid your hands up the back of your thighs. You squeezed, fingers parting your folds for him and he licked his lips at the sight of your glossy pussy spread wide.

“Baby, that’s so sexy,” he groaned, fingertips gliding down through your folds and clit, on display and dripping for him. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty side.”

“Well, I’m about to let you fuck me in the team locker room, I think I can afford to have a little fun,” you responded, voice raspy as he dipped his finger inside you one last time.

He fisted his cock in his hand, guiding the tip to your creamy entrance, and groaned when you clenched around him. His jaw slacked open, tongue wetting his lips as he continued to press into you, hands helping to spread your ass further apart so he could watch himself disappear. 

Halfway in, he pulled back out and the sight of your slick covering his length caused him to groan and slam back into you, eliciting a squeal from your parted lips.

“Ko, fuck, that feels so good, oh my god, so big,” you babbled, words just pouring out of your mouth. You couldn’t help it as he battered your cervix, flared tip dragging along every nerve ending inside your stretched pussy. Only his hands on your hips kept you from slamming into the wall with every thrust, pulling you backwards to meet his hips and filling the small stall with wet slaps.

His head was angled down, eyes glued to the slide of his slick cock in and out of your pussy, and he groaned deep in his chest when you squeezed down on him. He couldn’t help the jerk of his hips, his pace stuttering as a strong lance of pleasure shot through him.

“Baby, what are you doing to me?” he asked when you giggled, probably at his response. He sounded blissed out, starting a slow, shallow rocking motion inside you. 

You could feel every vein and fold of his shaft drag along your spongy walls, grinding against your g-spot and cervix and clit, and your toes curled from the overwhelming pleasure. When you squeezed around him this time, it was out of your control, a moan loosing from your lips and your nails curling into your palms. Your cheek met the wet tile wall, mouth slack as he started to fuck you again, hips slamming into yours faster than before.

You prattled his name like a mantra, mixing praises and moans in against your will as the coil built tighter.

“So good, Ko. You fuck me so well, every time. Gonna cum, baby, please make me cum,” you moaned, craning your neck back to look at him. His piercing yellow eyes met yours, mouth twisted somewhere between pleasure and a smirk and it sent shivers down your spine, mixing with the pleasure in your gut and you whimpered his name.

His fingers curled in your now-damp hair and pulled you up, twisting your head so that he could kiss you. It was sloppy, tongue delving between your lips and lapping at yours, and when he pulled away a string of drool came with him. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Wanna feel you cream all over my cock.”

A high whine left you, his sharp eyes hypnotizing you as he pounded your tight hole, his words sending heat lancing through you and the coil snapped. Your back arched, body going rigid in his arms as your fingers scrabbled for purchase on the tiled walls. His movements slowed, riding you through it with small rolls of his hips as your moans bounced off the walls and drowned out the sound of the water still falling over you.

When you finally went limp, leaning against his chest, he nipped at your ear before whispering, “I’m so close, baby, stay with me. Let me cum in this pretty pussy, ‘kay?”

You nodded, lips parting as he started moving again, just as hard and fast and before and a scream bubbled in your throat. It was both too much and too good, the pleasure almost painful but there was a deep need to feel him bury his cock deep in you, hear him moan your name as he filled you to the brim.

It didn’t take long, listening to the small whines and moans that left your lips, nails digging into his wrist as your overstimulated pussy spasmed around him.

“C-Cumming,” he moaned, his broad frame curling around yours, hips jerking as he used your pussy to milk himself dry. His breath came in pants, hot puffs of air against your sweat slicked skin, and then he was pulling out of you, admiring the fucked out look on your face when he turned you around.

Your arms curled around his neck, letting him hold you up as your eyes fluttered. “You’re gonna have to help me stand, Ko. I can’t feel my legs.”

He laughed, the sound too loud in the aftermath of that. It was so intense you had forgotten you were literally in a public place, anyone able to walk in on you at any moment. “A job well done then, huh?”

“As always,” you murmured, nuzzling against his neck. He kept one arm around you, holding you close as he turned the temperature of the water down a little. “Now let’s shower so we can get going. I’m starving.”

At the mention of food, he perked back up, his energy returning as if he hadn’t just fucked you into the wall. In record time, you were both scrubbed down and getting dressed, heading out into the gym to gather your things up.

“Can we just get something to take home? I’m pretty tired after all that exercise,” he said, rubbing the back of his head as he watched you pick your bag up.

You rolled your eyes, catching his mischievous yellow eyes roaming over your body before licking his lips. “Yeah, Kou. I’m sure that’s your reason for wanting to get home.”

He shrugged, tossing a beefy arm across your shoulders. “What can I say? I’m a man of taste. And I really, really wanna taste you.”

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Title: Quarantine: A Love Story {11}

Chris Evans x Reader Mini Series

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Angst, Scorching Slow Burn, Tease

Words: 6.2k

Note: Okay, so this ask/request came in and I was all prepped to write it as a one shot, but I had so many separate ideas that sprang to mind for it and from it. As of right now, I am going to play this one by ear. Hell, I might just keep writing it as long as we’re all in our quarantine/self-isolation. So, it might be one part every week, or I might change it. I honestly have no idea, so let’s start with calling it a mini-series and see where it goes. Thank you anon for the request, hope it’s cool I tweak, twist and stretch this out. 

I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you for reading as always!!! ❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

***Slightly Interactive***

**Images NOT My own. 2nd, 3rd, & 4th found Via Pinterest**

Previous Chapters:  Q1 |  Q2 |  Q3 |  Q4 |  Q5 |  Q6 |  Q7 |  Q8 |  Q9 | Q10 |

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-Quarantine: Week Seven & A Half –

“I’m glad that you guys are doing okay, mom. Tell dad not to go on those walks with Mr. Beardsley. Tell him to stay his ass home,” you badgered.

 “You know that man does what he wants. The other day he was in the backyard building some abomination he calls a bird palace. Y/N, he made a three-story house for a bird,” your mother informed. You couldn’t help but laugh.

 “I sent you the picture. Look.”

 You put your cell on speaker and looked at the new message with the photo attached. The most hideous creation appeared on the screen. It was lopsided and looked like it had every board out of place.

“Oh, my goodness.”

 “Do you see? Then he had the nerve to ask me if he should paint it to make it more appealing.” You busted out laughing then. There was no way you could have held it in. All you could imagine was this atrocity painted yellow, blue, or even red.

 “I didn’t know what to tell him. He worked for hours on it,” your mother went on.

 “So, what did you go with?” The line was silent for a while before she sighed.

 “I told him to paint the damn thing rainbow colored. Told him it would attract more birds that way.”

 The two of you laughed together, not bothering to care how loud you were. After a few minutes, the two of you quieted down. You needed a good laugh.

 “How are you, darling?”

 “I’m fine, mom. Things are quiet as the world passes me by.”

 “So dramatic. Glad to see nothing has changed from when you were a child.”

 Rolling your eyes, you took a sip of your Arnold palmer and leaned back in the lounge beach chair. It was another beautiful day. Mother nature was laughing. While most of the world was locked away, unable to fully enjoy the great outdoors, she was serving Spring goals with upper seventy degree and sunny weather days. You were lucky to be near a beach and able to take advantage of it.

 “I’m not dramatic, I’m--,”

 “Just spirited, yeah, yeah yeah,” your mother filled in echoing the same words the same way you’d said them since you were six.

 “I don’t appreciate the shade, mom!”

 “Girl, watch your tone.” Pressing your lips together, you got your head on right. Your mother would slap you into next month if you played with her wrong.

 “What’s wrong? Is it Chris? Did he look at you and roll his eyes again?” She snickered, and you rolled your eyes again. She was always teasing you about the way you complained about Chris.

 “That boy is clearly head over heels in love with you. Anyone with one half good eye can see that.”

 “You don’t know what you’re talking about, mom.”

 “The hell I don’t. I am a woman too, Y/N. I know what a man looks like when he’s got it bad. I’ve been married to one for the last thirty-four years.”

 Taking another sip from your glass, you burrowed deeper into the chair and watched the waves roll onto the sand. The water was a lot calmer now in the afternoon than it had been earlier this morning, you thought.

 “All right, since you want to play dumb, and blind,” your mother sighed out.

 “Actually, mom, I have a question. Did you have Chris promise to stay away from me or something along those lines?”

 “Why would I do something like that?”

 “I don’t know, you tell me.”

 “I don’t know. Okay, wait—he has the reputation of being a ladies man.”

 “You mean a whore?”

 “Y/N!”

 “In twenty-twenty, we call people what they are. We don’t sugar coat. He has a reputation for being a whore.”

 “He’s a man, an unmarried one at that. He has no reason to be celibate. You also need to remember that just because someone appears to be living one way doesn’t mean that is really what it is,” your mother attempted to reason.

 “What does that mean?”

 “He could be sleeping around but doesn’t want to.”

 You snorted and shook your head. “So he’s being forced to sleep with every blonde, brunette, and occasional redhead he comes across?”

 You shook your head, realizing you were actually getting angry about it.

 “You sound jealous, babygirl. Jealous women aren’t attractive, plus your jealousy gives away how you really feel about him.”

 “Feel? Whatever mom. I don’t feel anything.”

 “Okay. Just remember the lies we tell will always be revealed.”

 You hated when she tapped into her ancestral priestess side and read you like a book. You knew you were lying. You knew you didn’t feel nothing. You felt something alright, but at the moment, you didn’t know just what it was.

 “To answer your question, no, I didn’t make him promise anything.”

 “Then who would?”

 “Maybe Scott. They’re brothers, and he knows Chris through and through. Maybe he was trying to protect you from becoming yet another notch.”

 You thought about her words. It was possible. Honestly, Scott was raising to the top of your list the more you thought about it. It felt like something he would do to protect you. The only thing you couldn’t understand was why he felt the need to make him promise. From the very beginning, everyone has always thought Chris just didn’t like you. The way he acted toward you and spoke about you did not scream that Scott had something to worry about. Since there was no evidence to how Chris felt, then why would Scott make him promise something like that, you wondered.

 “Can I take this conversation as you having ended things with that other one?”

 Groaning, your head went back to Charles. Things with him were still up in the air. When you made a break from someone, there was nothing left suspended. You made a quick, clean break, usually disappearing without a trace. Everything was just weird. Part of you felt as if you were being too cold with him and that you should give him a genuine chance. Then when you thought that, Chris’s face popped into your head as a reason not to. It was like there was this war inside of you between two guys.

 “The other one is—focusing on himself right now.”

 “Ah, you kept your wall up, and he got frostbite from being left out in the cold, and he gave you an ultimatum.”

 “I hate when you do that.”

 “Don’t hate the player, gate the game. Honey--,” your mother began before you cut her off.

 “I don’t want to hear it, mom. Not now.”

 “Okay. You’re an adult, old enough to make your own decisions and mistakes. You don’t need your mother’s wise years of experience and words to help guide your way so you don’t make as many mistakes as others would. I understand.”

 This was the guilt trip no one had mastered like your mother. She could guilt you with so little. Sighing loudly, you finished off the glass. “Fine, mom, go ahead. Priestess me.”

 “Maybe use this quarantine time to figure out why you’ve always cared so much what Chris Evans thought of you. Think about what it is you want from your life—for your life. What’s important, babygirl? Maybe the way you’ve lived these last years is not the most conducive to getting what you really want. Maybe you need to open up, lower those walls, give people a chance instead of expecting them to disappoint and hurt you, pull them closer instead of pushing them away. Take a chance on what you really want.”

 You sat there letting her words resonate. You knew she knew what she was talking about, and you knew it was all coming from a place of love, but it didn’t stop the feeling of being attacked. You hated when she was right.

 “You’ve always liked Chris. This is what this is about,” you accused.

 “That is not true. I don’t care that every time I’ve met him, he’s been respectful, kind, and sincere. I don’t care that every Christmas he sends us a gift, and every New Year a card. I don’t care that he also does the same for our birthdays and anniversaries. I don’t care that he’s shown to be a good man despite his philandering ways.”

 “Wait, wait, wait. He’s what?”

 “What?”

 “Mom. He’s sent you guys gifts and cards?”

 “Yeah, I thought you knew. He also comes by and checks on us from time to time when he’s in town and calls when he’s out of town sometimes,” your mother revealed.

 You were floored. You didn’t know any of this. Your head began to spin, making you feel like you’d put more than a few ounces of rum in the glass. The ringing in your ears did nothing to help matters. All you could hear was your mother’s confession echoing in your head.

 “Y/N! Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

 You took a few shaky breathes and did your best to calm down. “I’m fine. I just—I didn’t know any of that.”

 “Oh. So he’s been doing all this in secret and not to impress you?”

 You rubbed your forehead and pinched your nose bridge.

 “That means that Air B&B in Los Angeles your father and I stayed at when we went on vacation last year was probably not just a normal Air B&B.”

 “What?”

 “He set it up for us, said he got a great deal and took care of everything. It was beautiful. Do you think it was his house?”

 You remembered that trip. Your parents sent you picture after picture of the view and the interior of the house. You wanted to go back to them now and play detective.

 “Oh my god. I had no idea about any of this.”

 “Now that you know, what’re you going to do with it?”

 Again, your eyes went back to the water, and in seconds, you’d zoned out. “I’ll call you tomorrow, mom. Call me if anything. I love you.”

 You sat there for several long minutes just allowing the conversation to swirl in your head. When the words quieted, and your internal freak out settled you scrolled through your phone to the pictures you’d saved because you liked the décor. It took a few minutes, but when you found the set, you sat there zooming in to the max to analyze every inch of the picture. Nothing gave it away to be Chris’s house. Nothing pointed to it not being a run of the mill Air B&B. It was very nice, though. In the last picture, you zoomed in and saw something in the wall that could have been a picture of Chris and his siblings when they were younger, but from the picture, it was blurry, and you really couldn’t make it out. You could have latched on to that and deduced it was his house, but you were scared to face that fact.

 For the last three years, while he was being a world-class asshole to you, he was being a prince to your parents. You couldn’t wrap your head around his strategy. If he liked you the way he professed what in his mind said the way to get you was to be a dick to you but make your parents fall in love. It made no sense.

 When you finally got up from the chair, the sun was beginning to make its descent behind the horizon. You had maybe an hour before nightfall. You intended to go back to the guesthouse to shower and just mellow out, but your legs decided to walk. When you looked around, you were surrounded by trees and greenery. You had no idea where you were or how long you’d been walking or in what direction you walked. After spinning around a few times, you noticed the worn path before you.

 “Where the hell am I?”

 Continuing forward, you followed the path that looked like feet had traveled plenty of times. The further you walked, the less condensed the trees and bushes became, and the more your curiosity rose. After another ten or so minutes, you came to a thicket before you that looked to block your path, but upon more observation, you saw the worn path you’d been walking on continued underneath it. There was something behind it.

 You pushed at the bushes that were entwined within branches and were shocked when it gave way easier than you expected. They parted like a gate. It was a gate. Before your eyes was the quaintest structure you’d ever seen.

 “Holy shit!”

 You stood there, marveling at the tiny house in front of you. Tiny wasn’t even the right word for it. The tiny house trend applied to school buses or shipping containers, not this. This looked like an off the grid, half house, or treehouse. You didn’t know what the fuck you were looking at. You continued walking forward while spinning around to take in your surroundings. The entire area was quarantined off with tall, thick bushes, trees, branches, and vines. It was incredible.

 The more you looked around, the more you fell under its spell. It was beautiful and one with nature. When you got close enough to the house, you could see scratch marks on the deck. You knew they were from Dodger. This must have been where Chris disappeared to. Stepping onto the deck, you took notice of the two Adirondack chairs, one blue the other red. Trailing your fingertips across them, you continued walking around. Every detail and item you saw, you could picture him either using it or sitting on it.

When you got to the door, you contemplated if you should go inside. This was not your property. You were snooping. It wasn’t right, but your curiosity again won out. When you turned the knob, it moved. It wasn’t locked. You stepped over the threshold and gaped at the space. It wasn’t as big as the big house, but it was in no means cramped. The wooden floors and walls gave you a feeling of comfort. Everything laid around screamed down to earth. It was the vibe Chris always gave off when he wasn’t being a dick.

 You looked around what was the living room, and then made your way to a galley kitchen that screamed man. It had the necessities, a stovetop, fridge, dishwasher, a conventional oven, and a sink. The butcher’s block countertop gave you the idea it had been used often. As you made your way through the dwelling, you took notice of a small bathroom that had no luxury, a toilet, a tub, a sink, and an incredible view. When you made it to what you knew was the bedroom, his scent bombarded you. It was the same scent from his bedroom in the house, pine, fresh air, fragrant wood, chocolate, hops, and something that you still hadn’t been able to pinpoint in all the years you’d known him.

 You wandered around the room, looking at everything you saw. The things in here looked a lot more personal than of that was in his room before. You saw a signed baseball, family pictures, empty bottles of beer, toiletries, and papers that were strewn around. It took every ounce of strength to ignore the bed in the room no matter how loud it called your name. You wanted to roll around in his sheets and wrap yourself in them, but you knew if you did that, you’d probably never get out of the bed. Without being able to control yourself, you approached it, climbing the few steps to it and touched one of the plaid shirts that were resting at the foot of the bed.

 “Don’t do it, Y/N.” As soon as the words left your mouth, the head ignored them and did just what you’d said not to. You took in a deep whiff of his shirt and moaned. Fuck, it smelled so good that your mouth actually watered. Disgustedly you threw the shirt and stomped out of the room, cursing his name.

 The more you saw, the more you liked, and the more you liked, the more you wanted to see him in it. You wanted to watch as he cooked in the kitchen, watch as he sat in the Adirondack chair, wanted to watch as he drank bottle after bottle of beer while sitting in that leather chair with a book or his laptop. You wanted to watch how he fit in that tub; it seemed impossible. You wanted more than you’d wanted in months, years—ever.

 You opened the fridge and took out one of the many bottles of beer and hit it on the side of the butcher block countertop and took several healthy gulps. When you brought it back down, what you saw took your breath away. The view of the sun setting was breathtaking. You walked out to the front deck and sat in one of the chairs and just watched mother nature’s artwork across her natural canvas.

 Before you knew it, you’d watched the sky turn from beautiful hues of purple, orange, pink and red to a navy color with specks of white. You couldn’t get over how the stars were so bright here. You were so lost in the view that when you heard Chris’s voice, you actually jumped.

 “Shit!” Your scream was loud, and before you knew it, you’d flung the bottle at him.

 “Woah!” You heard it shatter, and Dodger burst into a flurry of howls. You clasped your hands over your mouth in shock.

 “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

 “Jesus, they should have signed you to the Dodgers, maybe we’d have won more,” Chris teased.

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated. Chris ticked his tongue, signaling Dodger to calm down. Like the good pup he was, he came to Chris’s side and sat then pranced over to you to lick across your cheek.

 “Hi, Dodger. How are you, boy? I’m sorry I scared you.” As if he was saying he accepted your apology, he continued licking at your face.

 “What’re you doing here? How’d you find this place?”

 His questions were serious ones. You avoided his eyes and focused on Dodger, hoping he wasn’t too angry at your trespassing.

 “Uh—well, see what had happened was—I was walking and not really paying attention, and I just—found it.”

 “Just found it? It’s a ways away from the main house. How’d you even know which direction to walk?”

 “I didn’t. I’m telling the truth, I didn’t make a plan to walk this way, I was wandering and came across it.”

 Chris didn’t speak again for a little while, but you could feel his eyes on you. Risking it, you glanced at him, and sure enough, his eyes were on you. “And you helped yourself to a beer.”

 “Yeah. I’m sorry. I know it was an invasion of your privacy and trespassing. I’m sorry.” He didn’t speak, but his eyes looked cold. He was angry.

 “Look, I’ll go. I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry to impose.” You stuttered as you got to your feet and began walking to the same thicket you’d walked through.

 After a few quick steps, he called your name.

 “It’s okay, Chris,” you answered without stopping or looking back.

 “Go get her, Dodge.” Dodger barked and tramped to you, blocking your path, hopping up on his hind legs to gently claw at your abdomen.

 “Down Dodger.”

 Ignoring you, Dodger kept clawing at you before he got hold of a piece of your shirt pulling you back toward the house. Your protests didn’t matter, and you were actually pretty surprised with how strong he was. He’d been taking it easy on you this whole time. When he was back beside Chris, he let you go and circled the two of you before he sat blocking your path to your escape.

 “Good boy,” Chris muttered, scratching behind his ear. “I’m sorry if I came off terse, I was just surprised. I wasn’t expecting to see you sitting on my deck.”

 “No, you have no reason to apologize. I understand. This is your place. I should have turned my ass around a long time ago. No wonder you’re mad.”

 “Y/N, shut up. I’m not mad. Surprised. Come on.” Chris walked ahead of you onto the deck and toward the door with Dodger on his heels. When he realized you weren’t following him and Dodger, he stopped and looked to you.

 “What’s the problem?”

 “Uh—nothing.”

 “Aren’t you coming?”

 “I wasn’t—planning to,” you responded.

 “Come on. It’s dinner time. Let me feed you.”

 That was all it took for your mind to go into the gutter and your eyes to drop to his crotch. He must have known too because his hips jutted forward. You had to bite your tongue extra hard, not to say what you really wanted to say.

“Jesus, you’re killing me,” Chris grunted before he walked inside, leaving the door open for you.

 Like an idiot, you stood there. You didn’t know what to do. If you went inside, you were worried you’d do something you couldn’t take back. He didn’t come back out or say anything else. After about ten minutes, you slowly walked inside and closed the door behind you. The coast was clear. You walked more in and around the corner and saw Chris in the kitchen with his back turned busy making whatever dinner was.

 “Took you long enough. That’s yours,” he said as he turned and slopped two rounded meat circles on the stovetop. It instantly sizzled and smoked. Beside the stovetop, you saw an opened bottle of beer. It was like he knew you’d come in.

 “If you took any longer, it would have gotten warm. There’s nothing worse than warm beer.”

 “Really? I could think of plenty of things,” you responded before you took a swig.

 “Like what?” Chris plopped two more meat circles on the stovetop to add to the sizzle.

 Monetarily lowering the bottle, you said the first thing that came to mind. “Blue Balls.”

 Once he heard it, he looked at you. There was amusement in his eyes, but his lips were not giving anything away.

“Oh, so you’ve had blue balls.”

 “What you think women can’t get blue balls? We can.”

 “And you’ve had it?”

 “Have you?” Your counter question had him scoffing before he took a long gulp from his beer.

 “I’m a man in his thirties, of course, I’ve had blue balls,” he admitted.

 You finished your beer, hoping it would stop you from asking a highly personal question.

 “How many burgers usually fill you up?”

 You hopped onto the island and crossed your legs. “How many fill you up?”

 “I’m a big boy,” Chris began.

 “I’ve heard.”

 His smile was an embarrassed one. He looked away from you and to the stovetop to focus on the burgers. You watched him add three more meat circles to it and watched on as he tended to them. When he sprinkled several seasonings on the patties, you smiled. There were plenty of people who didn’t season burger meat with anything but salt and pepper. He’d gone far beyond salt and pepper; you were relieved. In no time, the house filled up with the smell of juicy burgers. Your belly rumbled, bringing his attention back to you.

 “Hungry, huh.”

 “More than you’ll ever know.” The two of you stared for a few long moments before he looked away.

 “Since I know you don’t do a salad with your burgers, if you open the freezer drawer, you’ll find some onion rings. Think you can manage popping them in the oven?”

 Obliging him, you did as he asked. The two of you moved around the galley kitchen together. His body was tight, and it looked like he was taking extra care not to bounce you. Every time you got close to touching him, he slinked away from you, creating more space. The first and second time he did it, you found it interesting. By the ninth and tenth, you were amused and ready to tease the shit out of him.

 Noticing his bottle was empty, you bent inside the fridge and took two more out. When you handed him the opened bottle, you peered into his eyes flirtatiously. You didn’t know why but something about him brought out your flirtatious side. You wanted to tease him and make him beg for you. When he took the bottle, he took a sip while keeping his eyes on you. The only reason he looked away was the scent of the burgers charring too quickly.

 The sound of the conventional oven’s bell had you slinking past him grazing his body with your hip. You heard him hiss out felt his body tense. He was easy, you thought. Once you’d taken the onion rings out, you brought them to the back deck, ensuring to play up the sway of your hips. When you walked back, Chris looked to you.

 “These are practically done,” he informed.

 “Then you need a plate.” You walked behind him toward one of the cupboards. “Which one?”

 “The one on top,” Chris answered.

 You reached to the top but still couldn’t reach the platter that was there. After a few moments of struggle, you heard a scoff.

 “Too short?” You felt his presence before you felt him. The heat of his body was an unexpected but welcomed feeling. “Don’t worry, I got you,” Chris whispered before his body pressed against your back.

 A sigh escaped you that ended on a groan. Then you felt his crotch press against your ass. Your eyes closed, and you bent just a little, so your ass pressed more prominently against him. Chris’s groan was the clue you needed to know he liked what he felt. Neither of you moved. You both just froze and relished the feel of your bodies pressed together in this new way. You felt his beard tickle the exposed skin of the nape of your neck, and you’d never wanted someone to bite and mark you as much as you wanted it now. He didn’t bite you, though. You waited and waited, but still, the dull ache of his bite never came. He did press his lips to your ear. You heard him take a deep breath before he spoke.

 “You’re not the only one who can tease, Y/N.” It was a guttural whisper that lingered in the air as long as his body lingered against yours. You were sure your panties were flooded, and that was when he moved from you, leaving you with an ache between your legs you knew was going to bother you all night. You looked up, and the platter was gone.

 “Maybe you can grab the beers and meet on the deck,” Chris suggested as he walked away, leaving you in the kitchen with your desires.

 When you walked out back, you had two six-packs of beer in one hand and a bottle of whiskey you’d found on one of the shelves. Chris wasn’t there, and your grumpy ass didn’t care. Wasting no time, you popped the cork of the whiskey and poured yourself a glass full before you knocked it back. The burn was excruciating but wonderful. It distracted you from the ache in another place.

The two of you ate in mostly silence. Your thoughts were miles away, thinking of what happened in the kitchen and how easily he’d turned the tables on you. When your mind wandered to your conversation with your mother from earlier, you decided to bring it up.

 “Why didn’t you ever tell me you check in on my parents and send them gifts and cards?”

 Chris slowed his chew no doubt using the extra time to think of what he was going to say. After almost a minute, he swallowed.

 “It’s not a big deal. I was brought up to be respectful.”

 “Respectful is answering yes ma’am and no sir. What you’ve been doing goes above and beyond. Why do you do it?”

 “Why?”

 “Yeah. Everyone does everything for a reason. What was your angle?”

 Chris scoffed and shook his head, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he put onion ring after onion ring in his mouth as he stared at you. The fact that he wasn’t answering was getting to you, and he knew it. His smirk appeared.

 “Well?”

 “Who hurt you, Y/N?”

 Your jaw dropped. It was an unexpected question. “What?”

 “You heard me. Who hurt you? What was his name so I can find him and beat his ass.”

 “No one—no one hurt me.”

 “Bullshit. There is no way you’re like this for no reason,” Chris countered.

 “Like what?”

 “So distrustful, so skeptical or everyone.”

 “How do you know it’s of everyone and not just you?” Chris stopped mid-chew and stared at you.

 “Okay. Is it just me you’re like this with? Are you like this with him?”

 You knew he meant Charles. He always referred to Charles as “him.”

 “None of your business,” you retorted. Chris snorted.

 “Nah, you’re like this with him too. So, who hurt you?”

 Feeling naked and vulnerable, you poured another glass of the whiskey and gulped it. This was not a conversation you wanted to have.

 “Okay. I didn’t have an angle. I like your parents; I respect your parents. I wanted to do some nice things for them. I was able, so I did.”

 “Just like the Air B&B?”

 He nodded, confirming it. “Look, if I overstepped, tell me. I’ll stop.”

 You thought about it for a few moments and sighed. “It’s fine. I’m sorry for being a bitch. I just—I appreciate you looking out for them.”

 Chris studied you then nodded. The silence between you stretched for minutes.

 “So it wasn’t my parents who made you promise to stay away from me. That leaves Scott or someone else in your family.”

 Chris sighed and leaned back. “It doesn’t matter.”

 “It does,” you countered.

 “Why? What does it matter? You hate me, end of story. Me promising to stay away from you means nothing because staying away from you would have been inevitable,” Chris ranted.

 “I never said I hate you.”

 “You sure act like it.”

 That stung, but it was true. You did act like you hated him. In hindsight, you saw it was your defense mechanism. If he hated you, you’d hate him right back that way, it didn’t matter how he treated you; you wouldn’t feel any way about it. That was all biting you in the ass now.

 “Three years, huh,” you broke the silence with.

 “Three years,” Chris repeated.

 “This is bizarre.”

 “Why?”

 “All this time I’ve thought things were one way when they were the opposite,” you explained.

 “If you don’t hate me, what do you feel?”

 Staring at him, you swirled the glass and thought about just what it was you felt. You knew attraction and desire were in there, but you didn’t know what else. You gulped down the rest of the whiskey and chased it with your beer and groaned.

 “I don’t know what I feel, Chris. That’s a problem for me. I always know what I feel. I always know what I want. I have no clue right now. It’s like I’m out of control. I hate being out of control. I want all the control.”

 “What will make you feel like you have the control?”

 “The fuck if I know. I was doing fine thinking you were a dick, and now I don’t think you’re a dick. I don’t know what to think when I think of you anymore. This doesn’t even matter because you’re supposed to stay away from me anyway.” You stood and walked across the deck, facing your back to him while staring out to the darkness in the trees.

 “It’s the hardest promise to keep. You have no idea. For the last three years, I’ve wanted to do the opposite. I’ve wanted you in so many moments. I was at a premiere a few months ago, and I wanted you to be there with me. I’m lying in my bed, and I imagine what it would be like if you were laying next to me. I’m grocery shopping and think about you doing it with me. I see you in so many moments, and I want you in too many of them.”

 Holy shit, you thought. In less than two minutes, he’d managed to take your breath away. You turned, and there he was, less than two feet from you.

 “Holy shit, Chris,” you whispered.

 “I know, that was heavy, but it is just a fraction of what’s going on in my head, in my--.” Clenching his jaw, he looked away from you to the deck floor to shuffle his feet.

 “This is new for me, Y/N. It’s new, and it’s only with you.”

 As if someone was pulling at the invisible string between you, both of you drifted to each other, closing the space there. Your faces were now inches apart, and with every passing second, those inches disappeared until your foreheads were pressed together.

 “Fuck it, I’m going to break this promise,” Chris whispered before his lips crashed to yours.

 It was like an “aha” moment. As soon as your lips touched, the wind picked up and blew ferociously around you and through the trees. The kiss was an exploratory one, a timid one—one that reeked of apprehensiveness and fear. Both of you were reluctant to cross the line, but you both knew the line was going to be so far behind you in a matter of seconds. That was the definition of inevitable.

 The kiss intensified, and soon the fight was between your lips. You both were battling for control over the other, and neither of you was letting up and giving in. When you heard his deep moan, yours was unleashed seconds later. Chris’s hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him before his other hand clasped the base of your skull to kiss you more fervently.

 Before you knew it, you’d backed him to the picnic table you were just eating on and had pressed his back to it. When you climbed onto the table and straddled him, Chris groaned and pulled at your hair, making you moan louder and want more from him. The way he kissed you had you feeling as if you’d just woken up from a long sleep, a sleep that had held you captive for far too long. You were famished. As your hips began to grind on him, Chris groaned loudly, sat up, stood, and turned you to the table. With your legs wrapped around his back, Chris grabbed your exposed thigh and squeezed before he pulled you to the edge of the table. You now felt his need, and you were ready.

 When your hands dropped to his pants to undo them, he allowed you. Once you’d unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and was ready to dip your hand inside, Chris groaned and pulled away from you.

 “Mmm, no.”

 “What!”

 “Jesus fucking Christ.”

 “Come here,” you bartered.

 He looked like he was weak as he took a few steps to you, but before you could touch him, he pulled away again.

 “Wait, wait, wait.” You spread your legs wider, tired of waiting. Chris’s eyes dropped to your opened legs, and the clench of his jaw returned, only this time the context was different.

 “Y/N,” Chris whined, but he came closer until you laced your fingers behind his neck and plastered your lips to his. This time you took control of the kiss, you dictated how much he got and as you swirled your tongue around his then sucked it you felt his defiance give way until he was again kissing you with as much urgency as you kissed him.

 “Take off your pants,” you whispered against his lips. He groaned his response, but he didn’t move to obey.

 “Take—them—off—daddy.” Again, he groaned, and you felt him grip the back of your neck before his hand moved to your throat to gently hold you there.

 “Say it again.” His voice was gruff as your eyes locked.

 “Daddy.” Everything in his eyes spoke of a dangerous desire, one that you wanted all parts of.

 “Not like this, Y/N,” Chris whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

 “What?”

 “You don’t want me like this. You don’t deserve this.”

 “This? Deserve?” Chris kissed you again and continued to suck the air from your lungs while replacing it with unadulterated desire.

 “You deserve better than this. Let me give it to you.”

 You looked at him, half confused as to what he was hinting at and even more confused why he was talking and not stripping.

 “Chris--,” you began before he pulled away yet again.

 “Let me be better for you—with you.”

 “How?”

 “A date,” Chris announced.

 “A date? In quarantine? What?”

 “Let me worry about it. Let me wine you and dine you and show you how you should feel about me,” Chris proposed. You sat there horny and unable to think past what you wanted between your thighs.

 “Fuck, Chris. Are you really saying no to this—to me?”

 “Trust me; I can’t believe I’m saying this or even doing this. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me. I just know I don’t want to just—,” Chris said as he moved his hands around, hoping you got the gist. “Ya know, it feels wrong with you. I want to do this right; I want to do right by you.”

 “And a date is doing right?”

 “It’s a start,” Chris added.

 You were speechless. You were also out of your depth here with him. He was blowing your mind and going against every preconceived notion you’d had of him from rumors and internet sites and even stories from Scott and your friends. You didn’t know the man standing before you.

 “What do you say?”

 You covered your face with your hands and rubbed it hoping to clear away the haze that seemed reluctant to go away. “Fine.”

 “Okay, fine.” His smile was beautiful, so beautiful it did things to you that had your belly doing backflips.

 “Fuck,” you whispered.

 “Come on, let me walk you back.”

 You rolled your eyes half hating him, but you allowed him to walk you back.

 The entire walk you were miles away thinking about what almost happened and what you still wanted to happen. When Chris said good night at the door of the guesthouse, he lingered in the doorway, clearly questioning his resolve to leave. The way he looked at you made your skin tingle and your heart race. One man definitely shouldn’t have this much power over women. He was like pure sex on a walking stick. You wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anyone before him—including Charles. That thought was enough for you to run for the hills, but thanks to the wetness between your legs, you remained there and tempted him to give in. When he sighed and dipped his head, you knew he wasn’t going to.

 “Good night, Y/N.” Chris came closer and kissed your forehead before he walked off. Deep down you knew it was going to be a restless and painful night. When you closed the door, you pressed your back on it and groaned out.

 “Motherfucker! I want to fuck my best friend’s brother.”

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Detention!

Stray Kids

Parings: teacher, incubus! Chan x female reader

Genre: smut, duh

Word Count: 1.9k

HEAVY SMUT

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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Synopsis: Y/N lies to Mr. Bang and well.... he has to punish her.

~Hope you enjoy~

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A/N: 🤷‍♀️ warnings are after undercut~ not edited, please don’t kill me😔

⚠️Warnings: degradation, compelling, mentions of watersport, rough sex, spanking, slapping, spitting, marking, readers first time, hair pulling, choking, blood, overstimulation, dacryphilia

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Y/N lays her tongue on a flat piece of paper, making it wet. She rips the wet part and rolls it into a ball, then loads it into her straw. One eye closed and the other eye aimed right at her teacher. She blows into the straw and the spitball launches out, landing on her teachers face. “Y/N! I’m trying to teach a class here!” The troublemaker makes a baffled face and says, “it wasn’t me!”

“I saw you spit it at me.” He turns around and puts the marker on his desk. Her teacher walks over and inspects her desk. “Ah ha!” He pulls out the piece of paper and sets it on her desk. “What’s this?” He questions, moving his glasses down.

“It’s a random piece of paper. It’s not mine!” She scoffs and kicks the chair in front of her. “Nice try, detention after school. I need to discipline you for lying.”

Y/N sticks her tongue out to him, “you’re not my mom! You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Chan rolls his eyes and goes back to the front to finish off his lesson before school ends. Y/N chewed on her gum, while twirling her hair with her finger. She was half asleep when school finally ended. She quickly puts on her bag and mixes in with the students trying to leave.

“Not so fast, Y/N!” The man pulls her back by her backpack and tells the rest of the students to scurry off. “You have detention.” The brat makes a shocked face. “Oh, I forgot.”

“I’m sure you did…” he goes over to the door and locks it. “Little slut.”

“Excuse me? You don’t say that to a student, sir.”

“I can say whatever I want to say. I can make you do whatever I want you to do. I can stop you from breathing… If I wanted to, I could even piss in your mouth.”

“S-sir, I can report you for this!”

“With what proof?”

The girl's heart raced in her chest and her breath hitched. “It’s still wrong and you know it!” Chan slowly walks closer to her, tracing his fingers along the desk. “It’s wrong, but it feels right.” Y/N starts backing away not knowing what to do. “P-please sir. We can work something out. I-I won’t lie, or misbehave in class. I’ll be a good student!” She keeps backing up until her back hits the wall. She looks to her right for one second, and the next Chan has her arms pinned, above her head. His eyes slowly turn red, and Y/N notices. She rapidly blinks, to check if she was hallucinating or not.

Chan chuckles and cups the compelled girls cheek. “From now on you’ll do whatever I say. You will enjoy everything that I give you, and will take it without a problem. You will call me daddy or master, and be my little housewife. Understood?”

“Understood daddy.” Her cold eyes turned into soft ones and she slightly smiled. “P-please u-use me.” Her eyes sparkle upon saying this. “Gladly.” Chan lets go of her hand and starts kissing her jawline down to her neck. He rips off her clothes and throws them behind in a blink of an eye. “Wow daddy! That was fast!” The demon hums and attacks her tits; sucking on her right one while roughly massaging the left.

“Master! It feels so good.” She throws her head back and arches her back. Her sensitive nipples stung from all the saliva it absorbed, causing her to hiss. Chan left purple marks all over the girl's chest and neck. He picked her up and laid her on the desk. She put her legs high up waiting for her masters order.

Her master takes his belt off and spanks the girls ass. He grabbed her legs and flipped her over, onto her stomach. “Are you ever going to lie to daddy?” He spanks her ass, and pushes her face down. “Tell me babygirl, I’m giving you permission to talk.” The demon spanks her again, this time leaving a little blood. “I-I w-will never l-lie a-again.”

“Good.” Chan gets on his knees and licks the blood away. “I wonder if your cum will taste as sweet as your blood… Let's find out.”

“Uh.. daddy, can you please be gentle? I-it’s my first-” Before she could finish her sentence, the man starts to laugh. “Master, what’s so funny?!” She frowns and looks behind at him. “The school’s slut is a virgin?” Daddyy!” She cries out. “It hu-urts!” She sobs in Chan’s arms and he ruthlessly goes faster. The tiny girl lets out a quiet scream while cumming.

Her legs go numb and she almost collapses to the floor but the man behind her catches her. He bends her over the table and picks up his pace. “WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN CUM?!” He angrily growls at her. “N-n one, master.” She silently sobs, and looks away not wanting to get in more trouble. “Next time tell me!” He gives her another full thrust and his tip reaches deep in hitting her gspot. “AhHHHH IM GONNA CUM!” She lets out her sobs and cums again. “I-I’m so s-sorry daddy! Please forgive me I-I couldn’t control it!” She shakes in fear under the man.

“You could’ve held it in, but you just like being a disobedient brat. Just you wait. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be afraid to make eye contact with me. I’ll fuck that little brat right out of you body, and fuck her too.”

“N-no! Please don’t hurt me master! I-I love you.”

Chan smirks, knowing that he has her tightly wrapped around his finger. “You love me? Already? Even though I’m fucking your guts out?”

“Y-you don’t l-love me?”

“No”

Y/N gasps and starts screaming and crying under him. “GET OFF ME IF YOU DON’T LOVE ME!” The little kicks her feet trying to get him off of her, clearly hurt that he doesn’t love her. “Listen here you fucking cunt. I won’t EVER love you. I don't love. I’ll fuck you everyday, you take it, no questions asked.”

“NO! I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME!”

“NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE SUCH A NASTY WHORE!”

Chan throws her across the room in anger and his eyes start turning black. “You want to love a demon? Demons can’t love! And even if they could, why would I ever love you?!”

He picks her up off the floor and pins her against the whiteboard, getting closer to her face. “Am I unlovable?” She asked. The man picked her up and held onto her thighs. His tip rubbed her wet lips and Chan titled his head. “Do you think that you’re unlovable?” She nods. “Well you’re wrong. No one will ever love you.” His hand immediately covers her mouth as he thrust his hips up, shoving all of his cock in. She squeezes her eyes shut, but the tears keep coming anyways. At this point his words hurt more than his actions.

Her core began to sting from overstimulation. Each time he would thrust in, her breath would be knocked out of her, as well as some tears. She no longer wanted to talk to him, even though her pussy was saying something else. Her cunt was throbbing around his cock, suffocating it. This drove the demon insane. His black horns started to rise up in his head, indicating that he was sensitive but angry.

He held her still while fucking the attiude out of her. She sobs and tries to get him to loosen his grip, but he only holds tighter. “Daddy I’m going to cum!” Her hair sticks onto her forehead and she rolls her eyes back feeling him destroying her gspot. “Don’t cum yet, hold it in” her eyes widen and she quickly sucks everything in. She clenches her jaw and starts crying again, but this time, a lot louder. “I-I can’t hold it!”

“HOLD IT!” The demon bites on her neck, sucking some blood out. She screams and kicks her feet, wanting out. “Too much- daddy please!”

“Cum for me whore! Cum all over my cock!”

Y/N moans and throws her head back, banging it on the whiteboard. She spills her white juices on his cock, while he releases in her. They stay like that for thirty seconds, trying to catch their breath. Chan drops her onto the floor and she lands on her buttocks. “Get on your fucking knees” the little is quick to obey and gets in knees infront of her master.

“When I cum, I cum a lot.” He strokes his cock super fast until his cum shoots at her face and tits. “Open your mouth.” She opens her mouth and his thick, sweet cum lands on her tongue. Chan looks down and spits in her mouth too. “Swallow.”

Y/N gulps it all down while making eye contact with his black eyes. He picks her up off the ground and praises her for taking it. The man was about to lick his cum off her face until someone walks in,

“Chan, what’s taking-” Felix’s eyes widen and jaw drops.

“Perfect timing brother. I was just about to call you.”

To be continued~

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Y’all already know an aussie threesome bout to happen.

Not edited… too tired 😓

Edit: I STILL HAVENT EDITED IT SOMEONE HELP ME! SCHOOLS SLAPPING MY ASS HARDER THEN BANG CHAN!

Don’t make fun of me for dumb mistakes:(

It 1:34am 🥺

[antigoneidk]

hiii💖i loved ur writting btww u r amazing🥰anyways im here for a request!! i want a tom x reader where they are both in quarantine with tom's brothers and friends and tom's going live on ig(like the quiz he did last night) and he requests the reader and she's like "we live in the same house " can it be cute, like after that they cuddle and kiss😇

I’m sorry|t.h.

a/n: thank you so much for your request love❤ (edit: so many mistakes i am truly sorry guys!)

warnings: fluff

You were sitting in the living room watching Netflix on the TV. Blankets were all over you, making you feel cozy and comfortable. You were exhausted, even though you didn't do anything all day.All of the sudden you started feeling sleepy. and your eyes were struggling to stay open.

Tessa was sleeping on your legs. It was hard for you to move but also you didn't want to wake her. So you stayed there ready to fall asleep.

Suddenly you heard a notification from your phone.

𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥2013 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸!

You ignored it thinking that he was just going to be his silly self talking to fans and answering questions.Well you wanted to be there or even watch it but you were so tired that even unlocking your phone was difficult.

You tried to get to sleep but you noticed that it was so quiet down there that you started looking for the boys, but neither Harry or Haz were with you. so you tried to remember something you shouldn’t have. And as the time went by you finally remembered.

It was the quiz live today! 

You quickly grabbed your phone not longer feeling tired and stopped the episode that was playing on your T.V. Michael Scott was at the screen now shipping from his famous mug. What a legend!

The three boys appeared on your screen and you smiled as you heard them talk to the fans and fighting with each other .Some of them noticed you and started asking why you weren't with the boys, while others were just saying hello. So you decided to greet them too and that didn't go unnoticed.

"Well look who decided to join us" Harry said and pointed at your username making you laugh.

"Hi baby" Tom smiled through the screen and even from there your butterflies were jumping into your stomach and your heart was already beating faster.

"She should definitely take the quiz too huh?" Haz suggested and all of them agreed. You brust out laughing not waiting for them to actually invite you, but all of the sudden you got an invention from them to join the live.

You declined feeling a little bit insecure about your appearance. You knew that  being worried about yourself,would make Tom mad. He always did,but it was a fight with yourself you just couldn’t stop it..

"Why would decline us Y/N? You just did the biggest mistake of your life. Accept it or we'll come down to get you" Tom said with a straight face and you lauged out loud at his reaction. He was the cutest guy in the universe without even trying.

"Oh she's laughing down stairs. I can hear her"Harrinson said you laughed even louder.

You got again the same invention and this time you accepted. After a few seconds your face popped up on your screen and they all let out happy noises.

"There's she is finally. Babe what are you doing?"Tom asked smiling.

"I was about to fall asleep but then realised that you all disappeared and then I remembered.I'm dumb" you said as you started yawing and smiling at the same time.

"Ohh come on you're not dumb Y/N.Okay maybe a little for forgetting such a huge event but it's okay we forgive you" Harry said looking at the screen and at your boyfriend,who was watching him with an angry face.

"Thank you Harry. You’re so sweet!"you said back.

"Okay darling listen. I have just one question for you. You need to answer this right. If you don't we're gonna have a huge problem in our relationship" Tom said as he grapped the piece of paper with the question.

"Don't put pressure on me now"you cried as your hand touched your forehead.

"So..are you ready?" your boyfriend asked you anticipated.

"Yes I am"you let out a breath and waited for him.

"So...who is the coolest super hero in the m.c.u.?"

You knew the answer,his answer. But you wanted to play a little.

"Ohh that's easy. Of course is Iron Man. Is that even a question baby, come on"you said trying to play it cool.

Well his face was something you didn’t know you wanted in your life. You felt the need to laugh so bad but you tried not to, although his was making it hard for you while he was blinking fast staring at the camera.

"Okay you know what? We’re gonna talk about this later. Now we’re gonna talk to our fans that KNOW the RIGHT answers to this quiz. You should go get some sleep okay?"Tom said looking at the screen a little surprised from you not saying the 'right' answer.

"Well I though I was right"you tried making a puppy face but failed miserably.

"No apparently you were not"Harry interrupted with a half smile on his lips.”Oh no he seems mad”

"We have to let others to join too. We'll talk later"Tom said raising his eyebrows and after 3 seconds you disappeared from your screen.

Was he mad at you? Why? You wanted to have fun for a while, you didn’t expect things to turn like these. You tried to keep up with them for a little longer, his smile not leaving his face. You fell asleep with him on your mind and sad thoughts making you feel guilty.

---

Two strong hands lifted you from the couch you were sleeping on. From the smell that came to your nose you knew it was him. You felt him walk for a while and then the cold sheets hit your back as he tried to let you sleep comfortably and peaceful.

"Please stay with me"you said with your sleepy and deep voice as you grabbed him from his shirt trying to make him stay next to you.

With your eyes closed you put your hands around his torso. His hands were making their way through your hair, the most relaxing thing you could have ever asked for.

"Spiderman is the coolest superhero in the m.c.u."you said opening your eyes but still not looking at him but at the wall across the room and squeezing his shirt a little more tighter."You were right I needed some sleep but now i know this is the right answer."you finally looked up at him

He smiled at you, admiring your face and how cute you were acting now.

"Do I have something on my face?"you asked little worried. Your self confidence was about to start falling again even more.

"You are the cutest person Y/N I have ever met. I love you so much. I never thought I could get to love someone as much as I do. I even question my self at night how did I get so lucky. You're the best thing in my life now. And not only now. I love you babygirl. And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel other than loved. I love you."

You looked up to the boy next to you.Him confessing his feelings to you was something that you never could get used to. You loved that boy with your whole heart and soul. Your tears left your eyes falling all the way down your face. The love you had for him was unbelievable. You couldn't explain it, or put it into words.

"I love you Tommy. And I'm sorry for making you mad today. I wanted to play with you but i never thought of this. I'm so so sorry baby" you grabbed his face and kissed him on his cheek.

"I am sorry for making you feel bad or sad. I thought you were going to laugh but after we closed and I couldn't hear you laughing I knew I screwed things up"he laughed but you saw this tears at the edge of his eyes.

His was the love of your life.

He kissed you gently on your lips. His hands now on your waist trying to pull you even closer to him. Your hands on his hair playing with them. Your felt your heart almost explode into your chest.

"Goodnight Tom"you said with your sleepy voice after breaking your kiss.

"Goodnight babygirl"he said grabbing you into a hug that lasted till next morning.

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I'm so sorry for any mistakes. And I'm sorry if this is cringe for you heheheh...<3

*gif is not mine*

Thanks for reading❤

[mingisanshine]

Ateez As Boyfriend: Park Seonghwa Edition (M)

(that earring, his smile, the non whitewash- I think I’m seeing the face of God.)

ooooo buddy, Seonghwa was my first bias so I hope you guys are ready for this because this man is still coming for my neck

When you two first “met” you’d literally be terrified of him.

I mean have you looked at him??

He’s very intimidating

But after a while you’d notice how much of softie he is

Like how he get embarrassed really easily

Or how he hates acting cute because it doesn’t fit his “persona”

But he genuinely is a really sweet person

He’d probably tell you straight on that he liked you.

Planned it out

Had the most impeccable timing

And wham, you two are thing

I think he would accidentally put to much effort into dates

“Y/N do you not like it?”

“No it’s fine Hwa. It’s just did you have to take me to such a fancy restaurant?”

He probably blush and feel a little bad

“I just want our dates to be special.”

Then it would be your turn to blush

Overall there’s a whole bunch of uwuing (god i hate that word.)

Eventually all the awkwardness would end up disappearing

And you two would actually would have more chill dates

Though they still be slightly high class because we all Seonghwa is BOUGIE

No, but seriously he wouldn’t have the urge to impress you after a while

Things would kind of be calm

Pet names would be like second nature

“Hey babe can you grab me the cereal.”

“Baby are you okay?”

He’d most definitely grab your hand

Even hug you in public

Not big into PDA

Even when having sex

He’s definitely the dominant one

Not gentle, but definitely really tender and loving

Unless he’s jealous

Whichhh lead to some wild discoveries

You both where having a movie night with the rest of the boys

Seonghwa was upset because he really didn’t want to have to leave the comfort of your house

But you made him go anyways

So he was little sour to say the least

And since he was being kinda sour you decided that you needed to find someone to talk to

And that’s how you and Yunho ended up talking throughout the entire movie

Annoying literally everyone in the room

“Do you think you two could shut up.” Hwa grumble, not even looking over at you two

You apologize and Yunho laughed before turning back to you and continuing the conversation

You didn’t even notice that Seonghwa was glaring at you two the entire time

You practically choke on your popcorn when Yunho made a joke about the main actor in the film

And when you started to feel yourself relax and lean into Yunho you heard a loud yell from San

“Seonghwa why’d you drop the popcorn?”

“Y/N. We gotta go. Now.”

“Seonghwa I’m-”

“Now.” He practically growled and you find yourself running off the couch as fast as you can.

The entire drive home was silent and you were literally shaking the entire time

When Seonghwa parked the car and let his head fall against the seat

He looked over at you and you felt a shiver go down your spine

“You have twenty seconds to get upstairs.”

You almost sprained your ankle getting out of the car and running through the door

By the time Seonghwa was in the room you already felt the the pit in your stomach grow

He slammed the door shut and you jump a little

Capturing lips in an almost animalistic way and pinning you to the wall

Kissing trails down your body before reaching the hem of you pants and practically ripping your underwear off.

Lips kissing softly around the desired area before giving you one broad lick, making your knees buckle

“Shit Seonghwa-”

You swear you almost see stars when his long tounge circles around your clit and takes it between his lips

Your climax almost there. Toes curling in your shoes

“Fuck- Seonghwa! I’m gonna-oh fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuck-”

Your eyes are watery and you feel that coil almost snap

Before he pulls away.

Leaving your climax ruined

“You didn’t think I was going to let you cum after acting like a brat all night where you?” He laughed

He stood up giving you a kiss pulling away before you could enjoy it

“We’ve got a long night ahead of us babygirl.”

Um, you learned not upset Seonghwa after that

Okay maybe not.

You still do stuff to piss him all the time just to get a reaction out of him

But, you learned something about Seonghwa that night

Most def has daddy kink (and a choking kink.)

You called him that once and the next day you couldn’t walk

Soo uh yeah

Seonghwa still treats you like princess regardless of the situation

Is kinda protective

“Y/N, are you stupid?!” Wooyoung yells at you and you blush

“Like really. How the hell do manage to do something that dumb?”

“Wooyoung, you broke your toe trying to carry 20 soup cans for a dumb youtube challenge. You really don’t have any room to be talking.” Seonghwa wraps his arms your from behind, laying a soft kiss to your cheek

“Uh-well.”

“Exactly. You okay Y/N?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Still teases you

“It was still kind of dumb of you to that.”

Overall Seonghwa is a great boyfriend

He’s kinda of like a savior figure who does the laundry and cleans the house way to much

But, you really enjoy having him around and vice versa

The group gets tired of you two acting like parents, but they love at the same tome because neither one of you take shit form each other, but it’s in a cute way

You two kinda balance each other out whilst shining the similarities

He’s kind of the ideal partner

Why would someone only make one Seonghwa

It’s unfair

I need one

The Boyfriend List

[dreamingofmilk]

Thirst Tweets

Sam Wilson x Reader

Synopsis: Sam Wilson reads his thirst tweets and you get a little flustered. 

Warnings: Cursing

ENJOY!!

You finally made it.

After years and years of hard work, tireless nights, and early mornings, you finally landed your dream job, a videographer for Buzzfeed. The position allowed you to meet so many new and interesting people. Not to mention the money.

It was your first day in the studio after two weeks of training and dumb HR videos, and you couldn't keep the smile off your face. Your fingers kept flipping and playing with your new ID badge. The security guard probably thought you were a serial killer or something since you were smiling so hard. It was hard for you to believe that you had finally made some of your biggest dreams come true. This job would be the key to becoming the next Alfred Hitchcock or Stephen Spielberg. 

You always knew you wanted to work in film. As a child you found movies fascinating, but not for the same reasons most children did. You were interested in the cinematography, the transitions between scenes and the editing. Of course you didn’t know anything about it as a child, but you quickly immersed yourself in it and learned everything you could. You busted your ass through high school to get accepted into one of the best film schools in the country and shortly after graduation, you landed this job. All of the stars were aligning and everything felt like it was fate. Sometimes you can't believe your luck. 

You had no idea how your first day would be, or what your first video would be. In the end it really didn’t matter to you, you were excited just to be in a space with so many people who were like-minded and so talented. After grabbing a granola bar from the snack table, you made your way toward your boss, Yolanda. Your bright eyes taking in everything you could from the plain light blue set. You had grabbed your folder which had information about what you were filming, but you hadn’t had much time to really look into it. All you knew was that it was an interview of some kind. And because you worked at Buzzfeed that didn’t really tell you much. 

Yolanda briefly glanced up at you and a big smile spread across her thin face. She turned back to her phone and waved you over to where she was standing. “Y/N! There’s my little protege. Come here for a sec!” You picked up your pace and tried to calm yourself even though you were practically vibrating in front of her.

She chuckled softly and shook her head. She could read your energy so easily. “I remember that feeling exactly. The excitement of your first day on the job, between you and me I threw up from the adrenaline. And while I understand the excitement you have I know it’s not the best start. But appreciate the feeling for as long as you can kid. It’s the best.”

You nodded, “Can you tell me what exactly we are shooting today? I wasn’t able to get a good look at the folder before I had to come down.” You wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Knowing the subject would help you start to plan out everything in your head. Hopefully in the future they will get you the folder before the day of the shoot. 

Yolanda smiled, “No one told you? We’re having the Falcon read his thirst tweets!”

You froze. How the hell did Buzzfeed manage to pull that off? Sam Wilson was bigger than any celebrity, nobody could even come close to the man. Everyone loved him, and he seemed to really love his fans as well. You knew Buzzfeed had influence in the industry, but you had no idea they had enough pull to land an Avenger.

You were beyond excited mainly because they trusted you with something that was such a big deal. But also because you’ve had the biggest crush on this particular winged avenger for a couple of years. 

“Oh my God, Yolanda thank you so much for this opportunity! I promise I will not let you down!” You bounced slightly on the back of your heels. 

She was shaking her head before you even finished. “I have complete faith in you Y/N. That’s why I hired you. I don’t hire people I don’t think I can’t trust to get the work done. I know you are going to do great.”

You had a thousand questions, but if Sam Wilson was coming here you had to focus. As well as calm down. . “When will he be here? I need to prepare and check on everything.” 

“He should be here in about half an hour.”

You choked. HALF AN HOUR! How in the hell were you supposed to double and triple check everything in half an hour? You immediately scrambled to your equipment and got started. You’d be damned if you had any mishaps in front of Sam freaking Wilson. 

Luck was on your side. You had just finished giving everything another once over when a booming voice startled everyone.

“CUT THE CHECK!” And with that, Falcon walked onto the set. You already knew the man was attractive, but the pictures and videos you’d seen didn’t do him justice at all. He was HUGE. Easily a foot taller than you and his arms were like telephone poles hanging from his shoulders. His signature gap-toothed grin was wide as he greeted everyone in the room. He made it a point to shake everyone’s hands as he passed them. So he definitely had manners.

Your heart rate jumped as he got closer to where you were standing. By the time he stood in front of you, your mouth was dry and your palms were sweating. 

He smirked as he reached out his hand. “Well hello there beautiful. What’s your name?”

You struggled to keep your composure. “Y/N. I’ll be one of your videographers for the shoot.” 

He reached out his hand, but when you reached out to shake it, he grasped it lightly and brought it to his lips. He slowly leaned down, staring into your eyes, and brought your hand to his lips. Your brain completely short circuited as soon as his lips made contact. Oh man, This man was dangerous.

He hummed as he straightened up, but he didn’t let go of your hand. “Well it is great to meet you Y/N. I see I’m in capable hands.” 

You could feel the heat in your face, but you tried to keep your composure. The fangirl look was not cute. “Thank you. I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry about any of it.”

He smirked and moved in closer to you. Realizing you only came up to his ribcage did some things to your insides. The man was just ridiculously big, this thought ran through your head repeatedly. It made you wonder what else about him was big. 

“Oh, I believe you. You look like a girl who would take care of me.”you almost fell over.  It should be illegal for a wink like that to exist honestly. One quick flick of his eye and you were ready to drop your panties for this man. It’s a wonder how anyone is able to fight him. 

Sam made his way to the chair on the backdrop. He had already been through makeup and wardrobe so it was almost time to start the shoot. One of the crew members brought the infamous blue container and handed it off to Sam. He grinned as he took a peek inside. “Oh, there’s a lot of these!”

There were a few more minutes of everyone setting up their equipment and then the director gave the signal to start filming. “Alright everyone, ready in five, four, three” She silently showed two and one, then threw her hand into the air and mouthed “action”.

Despite your nervousness, you were on autopilot. Your hands and body knew all of the motions and picked up your mental slack. Sam seemed completely at ease, not the easiest thing when you had at least 30 people staring at you behind blinding lights. He started to make his introduction.

“Hey everyone, I’m Sam Wilson, also known as The Falcon and I am at Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets.” He picked up the blue container, making a show of it being extremely heavy. “And from the looks of it, y’all are really thirsty.” He grinned and sent a wink directly into the camera. Your camera. 

Once you’ve recovered from yet another winkgate, you start to notice all of the things a videographer would. You already knew Sam was photogenic, he managed to make it on the paper somehow pretty much weekly, but you never truly appreciated how much the camera loved him. His skin did not wash out in the lights and the smooth brown skin did something to you. He was a naturally charming guy and his personality was incredibly likeable. You already knew this video would be a huge hit on Youtube. 

Sam pulled out the first slip of paper, and started to read it out loud. “I’d let Falcon fucking destroy me and ask if he was free the next day.” He smirked, and made sure to look right into the camera again, his eyes full of mirth. “Babygirl, I wouldn’t destroy you. A meal should be savored, not torn into.” He smirked again, then kept going, “Unless you want me to tear into you. If so, I’d be happy to oblige.” 

You felt your entire body clench as he spoke. Oh he was nasty. This was going to be one hell of a shoot. You were well aware of how nasty people were on Twitter, especially when it came to the Avengers. Sam’s tweets were always especially nasty. He was such a flirty person, so he always attracted some of the freakier people. 

He smiled really bright for the camera. “Let’s read the next one. It says ‘I want Sam Wilson to explore my guts.’” He let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Oh y’all are really nasty. Ok bet, I’m with it.” He leaned forward and beckoned the camera closer with his fingers. Y/N zoomed in as much as she could and still kept the frame. Sam grinned. “Sweetheart didn’t you know they call me Indiana Jones? I’ll explore every inch of them guts. I’ll find the treasure and I’m taking it with me, you hear me? I’m gonna find every secret passageway and get through all the traps. I’m leaving a souvenir too.” 

One of the crew members yelled really loudly, ”Whew!” while fanning themselves and everyone laughed. It did nothing to curb the sexual tension in the room though. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that Falcon was with the shits, everyone kind of expected him to be more PG, like Cap. They couldn’t have been more wrong. 

Sam started laughing, “Y’all are making this so hard! And you're making me hard! I didn’t know I had this many people checking for me. Y’all got a guy feeling really good!” He quickly realized his mistake. “Oh shit, sorry y’all you’ll have to edit that out.” He didn’t seem very sorry though. It didn’t help that he was staring at you the entire time he was talking. Was that your cue? You definitely didn’t need any convincing, you were already down for whatever this man wanted from you.

He shook his head and reached for the next slip of paper, “What are y’all gonna come up with next?” He started to read the tweet aloud. “Ok, so can Sam Wilson just put a baby in me?” He laughed so hard he leaned backwards in the chair. “Y’all are wild, I love it. I can’t guarantee I’d put a baby in you, but I’m definitely down to try baby girl.” You couldn’t tell if he was staring at you or the camera. 

The director motioned for a few more then they would wrap up the shoot. You never wanted this to end. This video was really gonna break the internet.

Sam grabbed the next one, smirking before he even started reading it aloud. “All I want for Christmas is a train with Falcon, Captain America, and Bucky.” He scoffed, “Alright, now I’m offended. Let me make one thing clear. If I got you, you don’t need anybody else. Hell, you won’t have the energy for someone else. Cap and Bucky have nothing on me alright?” He pointed to you, “You feel what I’m saying, babygirl?”

You nodded so hard you almost bit your tongue. He smirked, “That’s my girl. And if my amazing videographer agrees, then it must be true. We’ll do one more tweet.”

“Sam Wilson is the epitome of big dick energy. If you disagree, fight me.” He clapped his hands, “Aye! Now this one knows what’s up! Y’all already know what’s going on, I don’t need to say a damn thing. I’m not called black stallion for nothing, ya dig?” He winked at you. Definitely not at the camera, at you. Damn it, now you have to change your underwear. 

Sam looked into the camera again. “Well that’s it beautiful people. Y’all have my confidence on another level! Don’t let me run into one of y’all in the street!” He stuck out his tongue and flicked it, like he was going in on some pussy and every woman in the studio lost their shit, you included. 

The director beat all of you to it though. “Cut! Sam you can’t say that!”

Sam was laughing his ass off. “Sorry, but I had to let them know I’m with the shits. You can cut it, but at least everyone in this room knows.” He looked at you again. “YN. Was my message clear?”

You couldn’t even look at him. That man’s presence alone was too much for you. You did make sure to nod your head vigorously though. He did ask you a question after all. You got a little worried when you didn’t hear him say anything else, but that worry quickly became shock when you felt hands on your chin.

Sam fucking Wilson was right in your face. He pulled your face up until your eyes met and he stared down at you kinda hard. Like he was mad. 

“I asked you a question babygirl. Answer it.” His voice was hard and deep. 

You swallowed hard, “Yes sir, your message was clear.” He relaxed a bit and hummed.  

“Good. I had to make sure you heard it. Now I have another question for you.”

You were definitely curious. What else could the man have to say to you? “What is it?” you asked.

He smirked and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Can I tell you what my thirst tweet for you would be?” 

[hobiheavenly]

AFTER THE SUNRISE

☼ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

☼ Summary: you decided to play a prank on Hoseok since he called you undesirable, but were his claims actually true or is there something else hiding under the dancing man’s fascade?

☼ Word count: 4.6K

☼ Warning: fingering, cunnilingus (male receiving), slight dirty talk, penetration, cream pie, Hoseok’s huge dick and dancing hips

☼ A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I’m sorry to have kept all you waiting but finally I got this out of me. i swear I had the most horrible writers block but I hope this turns out for the better! Please let me know what you think! And as always I haven’t edited anything lol what else is new?

The sun was shining in Hoseok’s face. Normally he was usually a morning person but never after a party. He stretched out of the covers but then suddenly felt he wasn’t alone. He reared his head and his face lost all color. Oh no… he had really done it this time. I mean out of all the silly things he could have done, he truly fucked up this time. There you were lying in his bed. Looking under the blankets he confirmed his biggest fear….he was naked. And judging by the looks of the environment, a trail of clothes from the door to the bed, you both had sex. Hoseok went full panic mode as you slept peacefully naked underneath the covers. What even happened last night?

“Think Hoseok, think!!” he thought to himself. What DID he even do last night? All he remembered was going to Seokjin’s party and getting wasted after the dance battle he had with you and dancing with many girls, but in no moment had he gotten close to you….did he?

He remembered seeing you in that cute black ensemble and dancing with that pretty boy who had his hands all over you. That only made him just want to grab you and mess you up till you forgot all about that other guy. Sure he didn’t well like you but he couldn’t deny himself being attracted to you. But even if that were the case….at what point did he even get together with you?

You rolled over to put a hand on his chest, starting to hug him and pull closer to him. As you sighed in bliss, Hoseok looked at you as if you were an alien of another planet. SINCE WHEN DO YOU HUG HIM? WHY ARE YOU NAKED? There were a million questions in his mind he was bound to short circuit. In his jumbled mess of thoughts he knew one thing was certain. It would have seemed that you both had made love all night long. But it also seemed Jung Hoseok didn't have any memory of the incident whatsoever.

Now he had to face the consequences.

Slowly you opened your eyes and smiled as you kissed his cheek.

“Good morning” you said, smile so soft and warm. it was such a contrast to your regular serious face you greeted him with the exception of the occasional small smile popping in his direction.

“Uh, good morning Y/N”

“Y/N? why so formal? What happened with calling me “babygirl”? I mean that’s what you’ve been calling me all night” you stretched a little like a kitten waking up from a nap, a little bit of the sheet slipping down revealing your cleavage.

Whoa, were your tits always this good looking?

“Y/N… I mean Baby, what happened last night?”

“You mean you don't remember? I mean after doing it four times I thought for sure you wouldn't forget”, you give a flirty wink.

Hoseok was in total shock. FOUR TIMES! He knew he was a good lover, but for heaven's sake that was too much on a drunken night.

“All I remember is going to a party with Seokjin and drinking a couple of drinks, and then everything goes blank.”

You smiled and blushed. It was as if you both shared a secret but unfortunately he wasn’t able to recall at all “Oh that was some party last night. Especially the one you and I had here. I mean for a man who claims he doesn’t desire me you couldn’t keep your hands off of me” you looked down and traced circles in his chest while the hue of your cheeks went a little more red “Even when it's my first time without a condom it still was incredible!”

HOLY SHIT! He had fucked you without a wrapper. If he was feeling bad before for doing this the fact that you had entrusted him to fuck you without a condom made him feel even crappier. Jung Hoseok was many things in this life but he was a gentleman first and foremost and he would never fuck without a condom, especially on the first go. But how do you tell a girl who is over the moon about your sexual prowess that you remembered nothing?

“Y/N, I'm sorry but last night was a mistake.”

Bad start. He knew better than to start with the M word just as you were happy about this. You started forming the cutest pout with a splash of sadness coming from your eyes. It would be a lie to say he didn’t crave to kiss your lips and take away that sad expression. But no, this is time to focus.

“What do you mean a mistake? You were the one who actually begged me to do it. I was saying no, but you kept insisting.”

Hoseok sat up and took his hair off his face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This must be wrong, he would never beg a girl to have sex with him. "Ok calm down Hoseok I'm sure you must be dreaming. Y/N isn't here and you are just dreaming. Yeah, you are just having an erotic dream about Y/N"

He rubbed his eyes and even pinched himself, but it was useless, you were still there. Then panic struck him like a hammer. What if he got you pregnant? Damn, he was a goner if Krystal knew what he had done since she hated his guts more than anyone.

“Are you ok, Hobi? You don't look so good”

HOBI? A cute ass nickname? Really? Just how far did all this go?

“I….don't remember anything last night” He said nervously “I am so sorry”

A pained expression covered your face as you clutch to the bed sheets, “But you said you loved me. that you would treat me right. Are you saying you lied to me?”

“Technically it’s not a lie since I don’t remember” he tried to joke it off but that only made things worse because your face was just even more sad. Hoseok grabbed your shoulders, “Again, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I normally dont sleep around so easily. I’m always more focused on my dancing that I never think of girls.

“But what about those other girls you dated? Momo and the other girl?” you asked surprised.

Hoseok sighed and sat up straight. this had been thrown in his face so many times before it was necessary to set the record straight, “Ok so let me clear that once and for all, Momo is my dance partner and nothing else. She and I never dated and it was all a dumb rumor that grew way out of proportion. Besides she’s in a happy relationship with Jeongyeon, the other girl in the picture”

You blink for a second, disbelieving the statement the naked man in front of you had just said. It couldn’t be wrong. All the indications said otherwise, there was no way this could be true.

“But I saw the pictures...And the kiss emoji...you two were so close. And then the tons of girls that you go after.”

“Nope, Momo is completely utterly in lesbians with her girlfriend. Funny you mention that because Jeongyeon believed that same rumor and for the longest time hated my guts thinking I was going to snatch her girlfriend. But that time we went to dinner all together we bonded and she doesn’t hate me as much” He chuckled lightly reminiscing the many colorful threats and hard, cold stares Jeongyeon would throw at him from time to time, “and the other girls are just fans of my dancing and nothing more. I draw a fine line between my fans and myself and I have a rule of never dating a fan. Too troublesome.”

Unbelievable! You think you know a guy and it turns out he’s actually good?? Unreal!

“So you’re not a player?” You ask still blinking in confusion.

“Of course not. I barely go out with friends. Sure girls ask me out and stuff but I mostly just dance, go home, eat, and play videogames. My sex life is pretty dry to be honest. Which is why I’m very surprised I even slept with you”

This was the first of you hearing this. After all this time, you just thought he was always going out and sleeping with different girls, which made hating him easier for you. This entire scene was based on the misconception of this, but it turns out he was just a simple guy who could only think of dancing and if his body was any indication, he truly did it a lot. His abs glimmering in the morning light. You were starting to regret doing this.

You shifted in bed trying to get up scurrying yourself away from him. You needed out of this whole convoluted situation. “Listen Hoseok, I think it’s best if we just put this all behind us. Like you said it’s a mistake and we can just never speak of this again”

“But, you said we fucked without a condom?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah, fucked me raw all night. But what does that matter now?”

He saw the precipitation in your eyes. There’s something here more than meets the eye and he wanted you to spill the beans. There was only one way he could get a woman to tell him what he wanted and you were right there ready to do what he pleases.

“I have to take responsibility over this Babe.” the brunet haired Adonis said as his face grew a sneaky smile. “I will have to get you to go out with me and form a relationship….probably even marry you if it turns out you get pregnant”

“Well, you don't have to do that. I mean, this was just something that...happened” You said nervously as Hoseok got closer to you. Each inch making you difficult to breathe, “I can just take the day after pill or something…”

“Oh, but I want to. And I wouldn't mind making you my wife” he said with a very sexy smile. He’s got you cornered just like he wanted you.

“Really?” you said surprised “cause I don't mind that we did it without a condom. I mean we wouldn’t be the first couple to do so... I..I…”

You were interrupted abruptly by a very passionate kiss that Hoseok layed on your lips. It was incredible how easily you felt weak and trembled in his arms as he possessed your lips. You felt the room spin in circles as both of you submerged into kissing each other.

It would be a lie say that you had never imagined yourself kissing Hoseok. Deep down, as much as you grew yourself to hate him you couldn’t really do so. The attractive style, his grace as he walked, the way he seemed to own everything but was never smug about it always pulled you in to him like a magnet. You didn’t hate Hoseok so much as you hated yourself for being attracted to him.

He pulled you close as he deepened the contact you both made instinctively your hands went to his chest and neck. You brain screamed to stop, your heart yelled go, and your body seemed on fire all from just one kiss.

When you both pulled away you were both breathless, lips numb and eyes dark from the passion that formulated within both of you. You had to slap yourself mentally to regain consciousness of reality. This can’t be true! Hoseok would never have feelings for you...right?

“I’m confused, I thought you said...that you didn’t like me” you closed your eyes. The room seemed to spin in its own axis threatening to make you dizzy.

“We said a lot of things online but most of them were fueled by anger I felt. If I’m being honest I didn’t hate our first date. Yes, I will admit I didn’t help make a good impression coming in all sweaty and in my dancing clothes. But overall I had fun and I thought you were cute, peculiar, but cute nonetheless.”

“That’s why the tweets hurt so much for me. I thought we had something but then you went off to complain and then proceeded to date another guy, of course I’d be mad”

Oh my god, your day out with Jungkook! That wasn’t really even a date for you. You felt bad about this whole situation, it was necessary to apologize and tell him the truth of what went on but Hoseok continued talking.

“I was angry at you and then at him but then I became more angry at myself. I was the one who blew it so it’s only natural. I just wanted one more chance to try to mend things but you and I would get into arguments and I must admit I love confrontation with you, it really turns me on”

Your mouth went agape with Hoseok’s confession. This was totally unexpected. You just wanted to prove the point that you were desirable to him but this goes beyond what you expected to get out of him. He took advantage of this moment to continue kissing you his hands spread on your back as he continues to press against you.

Hoseok’s lips spread on your skin beginning with your neck and going down to your breasts. You parted your lips the moment his tongue started getting closer to your bosom but instead of a plea to stop what escaped your lips was a soft moan. Oh how you cursed your body for betraying you.

Hoseok’s eyes looked at you, darkened by the lust he felt as he continued licking and using his teeth on your now hardened nipple. “I’ve wanted to touch you and taste you for the longest time. And from here on out you are going to be mine, no more pretty boy for you”

The sexual haze was drowning you to the point of forgetting everything that was going on around you. You needed a moment to think. you needed….

“Hold it right there!”

Hoseok turned to the door and saw Kim Seokjin and Jung Krystal, your personal friends, standing there looking at the couple. Your lover grew angry. “Seokjin this better be good! What do you want?” he said irritated.

“I can't let you take away Y/N’s innocence.”

“What are you going on about Hyung? Innocence? This a private matter between me and Y/N”

Right behind Seokjin, Krystal came out and pushed the rich heir out of the way making her presence be center stage, like the queen she usually was. “Actually no. You and Y/N have never made love to each other” Krystal interjected.

“But last night….”

“You passed out after a couple of drinks. I told you drinking scotch was a bit too hard for you” said Seokjin shrugging his broad shoulders and shaking his head.

The confusion on Hoseok’s face became the most evident. It would explain his lack of memory of any event occurred last night. But was this all really just a ruse? Had all the emotions you displayed right now been a lie?

“And the three of us had a perfect way to prank you” she replied with delight, “well better yet, Seokjin and I made a bet to Y/N that she could pretend to have made love to you. Fortunately for us, she was already buzzed and was looking for a thrill”

You could see Hoseok’s expression changed in that moment. Gone was the smile and the playful smirk and was now being replaced by a stern face. You instantly felt the pang of regret in your chest. If only you had known before about his feelings. Why had you been so blind?!

“I got to say, she is a good actress” said the older hyung, rubbing more salt to the wound.

So it was a prank? He hadn't made love to you? He felt a bit relieved but the other part of him felt angry. Hoseok had revealed his emotions to you so easily. He felt like a fool for trusting you so quickly seeing as how you had previously expressed anger and disgust. That couldn’t have been taken away a in one night and he should have known that.

“How could you do this?” Hoseok said with a somber and serious voice.

“Well at first i did it because Seokjin was going to pay me. When I thought this more I convinced myself that this was payback for all the snarky remarks you did about me being undesirable and i thought what better way to get back at you than to scare you” as you relayed this you could see his face harden with each word until you finished with,

“But then I realized that in reality this was a really great way to get closer to you.”

Hoseok blinked in confusion, “If you wanted to get closer to me then why did you have to make up all this?”

“You think you would have taken time to even get to know me, or even listen to me for more than three seconds without you fighting with me? I wanted to be with you as something more than just the silly girl who you always make fun of.”

Hoseok looked at you tenderly. Even through the competitive nature you both had and the disdain you had always shown him you were a sweet girl. An impulsive one, but sweet nonetheless. He looked at Seokjin and gave him an evil glare.

“Get out now!”

The elder shook nervously behind his tall girlfriend, “Look Hobi-ah we are sorry but please take it easy. We were only having fun.”

“Get. Out. Now!”

Hoseok pulled Seokjin and Krystal out of his bedroom and out of his apartment.

“Wait, what about Y/N? Don't tell me that you are going to punish her?” said Krystal.

“As a matter a fact, I am. My soon to be girlfriend has a thing or two she needs to learn about the consequences of trouble making” Hoseok slamming the door in their faces and directly went back to look at you lying in his bed. His eyes redshot in rage and a stern line on his lips. He walked slowly, like a lion hunting his prey.

“I….I’m sorry” you held the sheets in a tight grip, nervous as Hoseok walked up to you, “I can make this up to you somehow, I didn’t know you liked me and I…”

The moment Hoseok shook right next to your bed, he swiftly pulled you close to him and possessed your lips in one stealthy move. His lips were demanding, pressing you so close to him it gave you no space to breathe or think.

“You wanna make it up to me? How about making that fake scene come true? How about I take your body and mark it mine again and again till you have nothing in your mind other than me?”

His words sent chills up your spine and started a fire in your core. You looked at his eyes, studied his expression as you touched his cheek, then gracing his neck and his chest. Normally your instinct would yell to run and leave, but your body felt numb to instinct craving the attention and the touch of Hoseok’s hands all over you.

“Then make me yours, hot shot. You should know well by now that I never back down from a challenge”

With just a growl as a response, Hoseok pulled away the bed sheets and pushed you down on the bed. He observed your body spread on his bed, waiting for him to fuck you hard and make good on that threat he made. He was determined to enjoy that delicious body of yours slowly till he drove you mad.

Hoseok lowers himself kissing you passionately as his fingers explore your skin, the touch sparking fire on your body, every inch he touched burning. He looked at your nipples for a second as he pinched softly on one of them, the sensation sure to ignite more heat.

But that was just one bump in the road, there’s was much more to explore and have fun with. The moment his fingers reached your core he swiftly entered his digit inside the hot entrance, your pussy already hot and wet from his previous foreplay.

“All hot and wet for me babygirl? You’re feeling rather tight though” with just one finger he started to pump inside “do you think your pussy can take me?”

The challenge, he knew how to get you fired up. You responded to his touch with a soft moan as you grabbed yourself to his shoulders and arched your back. You took advantage of the distraction he had with your breast as he dipped his head to succor your tit to grab a hold of his erect penis, pumping him slowly. The unexpected movement causing him to react to your touch. If he wanted a challenge he’s gonna get one.

“You let me worry about my pussy… unless you think this big fat cock’s not enough?”

Fuck taking this slow, he wanted you right then and there. But just like with dancing he wanted to take this sensual tango for two and make it as long as necessary. He pumped, you pumped, he put another finger inside you while his thumb traced circles to your clit while you tightened the grip on his dick tracing circles on the hot red head. It was all a give and take as you both kept kissing each other almost devouring each other with each kiss.

“Hoseok….i feel like I’m gonna cum soon” you felt the flashes of pleasure come in like a tidal wave and wipe you out in the most delicious way.

You didn’t need to be a psychic to know he had his smug smile come through his face as you descended from your high. Round one went to Hoseok, but the battle wasn’t over yet. “Aww...cumming so soon? And my dick hasn’t even gone inside you yet” he faked a pout.

Your breath hitched for a bit as you closed your eyes on him. Swiftly you push Hoseok on the bed and slithered your way down to his dick, waiting erect and hot for your touch. “Then I guess I better step up my game”

His dick twitched with excitement which brought a smirk to your lips. Your lips sucked the head, the taste salty from his precum. One thing was true, his cock was way too big for you to take. At least with your mouth for sure. You had to use both of your hands to pump while your mouth sucked him in and out at an increasingly slow tempo. Hoseok had slept with many girls in his lifetime but seeing you between his legs bobbing your head and struggling to be able to take his full length inside your mouth was both adorable and erotic. That mouth that once spat vicious things to him was now sucking him off as if life depended on it. He could see you touching your clit trying to get some fun out of this yourself but you opted to just stick to pleasuring him. Your high would come soon after.

But your technique was too good on him in the long run, his orgasm threatening to come any second. You let go of Hoseok’s cock in one pop and it took him all of his inner strength to not come in your face as he saw you; hair messy, lips red from the friction and your eyes darkened in lust.

“Are you not gonna cum for me?” Your catty smile grew wickedly on your face. Seems like you’re both at a tie.

“I’d rather cum inside you” he shifted his weight on his forearms as you lifted yourself back up and kissed him once more. His taste lingered in your mouth triggering a beastly growl from Hoseok as he grabbed your legs to put you in the correct position, grabbing his dick to probe around your hot entrance that was already twitching to be fucked.

The moment his dick entered your core, time seemed to stop. There was no twitter war, no other people, no feuds of any sort. It was just Hoseok and you in a strangely perfect link of body and soul.

For Hoseok, pussy was madness; pleasure feeling so heavenly, the heat feeling like something made from hell. He felt bliss and sin all in one sweet movement of his dick.

You closed your eyes feeling his entire length slowly enter you, the head of his dick gracing the cervix making you see stars so quickly. But Hoseok snapped you back to reality, by literally slapping your ass, eyes fixed on you.

“Look at me while I fuck you, look at me and only me”

“You truly do love an audience when you dance” you said breath shaking with the warning of an impending second orgasm.

“This is my best dance yet, babygirl” he winked, moving his hips slowly and little by little increasing his tempo. Hoseok’s dancing abilities truly shined the moments he fucked you. His hips knew the right force to which to drive you crazy. Soft, soft, hard. Your hips swayed along not wanting to fall back

Your legs locked behind his back as you bounced on his dick. Every second his dick was out, your pussy pulled him right back in. You craved it you needed it like a drug and Hoseok didn’t fall behind. It was crazy just how right you both felt. The crook of his hips gave perfect access for your legs, your beautiful tits bouncing on top of his in the most synchronized way.

“I can’t…I’m gonna cum again...fuck you’re so big inside me”

“Same...your pussy is so good it’s devouring me whole...I can’t wait anymore”

Even while on the verge of an impending orgasm, Hoseok’s mind was knocked into reality. He didn’t have a condom on and cumming inside you would be inconsiderate. And as if you could read his concerns you put your lips close to his ear and whispered: “it’s okay I can take the pill, do good on that promise and mark me as yours Hobi”

“Ffffuuuuckkk!!!” He bellowed as he came on top of you, his hot cum splattering on your insides. Hoseok tumbled down next to you, both of you out of breath and completely dazed after the most amazing orgasm both of you had ever felt.

“This... is way better than a twitter war” you spouted happily as you kissed your brand new boyfriend in his lips.

“Had I known sex would be this great we could have avoided so much shit had we just fucked the first date” Hoseok smirked toyingly.

“Good sir, but I am still a lady!” You feigned indignation, “I never sleep on the first date!”

“Well then, good thing the first one was already over. How about I take you to many more to make up for the one I screwed up?”

“Challenge accepted” you laughed as you continued to lazily kiss each other.

For the rest of the day the two of you decided to just stay in his room where you dedicated the entire day talking about how you felt, about every single misconception between the both of you and of course there was the "obedience lessons".

[suhoexcollector]

Rivals pt 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4..

Pairing: CEO/Lawyer!Jaehyun x fem reader

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff, the holy trinity

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, uhhhhh its pre vanilla, babygirl??? 

Author: Admin Yugyeom

A/N: ejfnrjwfn this took forever i’m so sorry and also i’m trash at editing so if there’s any mistakes, that’s my fault sorry 

Taeyong’s lips molded with yours and you froze, you wanted to enjoy it, but you couldn’t. Not when you felt Jaehyun’s gaze pierce you from the gap in the door.

Your hands snaked around his neck and you tried to act like nothing was wrong, even though everything was wrong.

Taeyong pulled away, slightly breathless, his warm hands running up and down your sides.

His lips found your jaw, where he placed a light kiss.

You weren’t sure what to do or what to say as Taeyong’s hands snaked around your waist, pulling your bodies closer together.

“Who gave you all the hickeys?” He mumbled into your skin, his lips ghosting over the marks Jaehyun gave you.

You felt like tearing away from Taeyong, your whole body reeling at his unfamiliar and unwanted touch.

How the fuck did you get yourself in this much of a mess.

“No one,” you mumbled.

At your words you felt Jaehyun’s gaze become more ablaze, you could feel him fermenting in anger and rage through the door.

It scared you, giving you flashbacks to what he did to the guy who hit on you at the bar. And you hoped, you fucking prayed, that he wouldn’t burst out of your room and beat the shit out of Taeyong.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he hummed, still trailing light kisses over the marks.

His lips started to trail dangerously low, until they were planting kisses just above the hem of your blouse. “What if I left my own mark?” he asked, his breath fanning over your skin.

He was too warm, his fingers like scorching embers and you felt them wherever he touched. It was such a contrast to Jaehyun’s inviting embrace that made you long for his arms around you, to pull you into his body.

Taeyong’s hand travelled to the collar of your shirt, popping the first button and skimming your boob in the process, his fingers lightly pulling the fabric back to expose your unmarked collar bone.

You felt a light nip at the skin, making you bite your lip trying to hide your surprised gasp.

Taeyong lightly sucked at the flesh, slowly building up to a purple mark.

You hated how gentle he was, how his touch was so light on your hips and his lips were tentative, as if he could break you.

A tight squeeze on your hip brought your attention back to his grasp on you.

Taeyong pulled away, admiring the purple mark he left behind on your collar bone.

His eyes met yours, sparkling with arousal as he surveyed your disheveled form.

It caused a wave of disgust to flow through your body, every cell seeming repulsed by his hungry gaze.

“Are you-” Taeyong was cut off by a ding sounding from his pocket, indicating he got a notification, which he was quick to act upon, pulling out his phone and reading the message he received.

“I have something to do at the office,” he breathed, his lips swollen from kissing your neck.

“Alright,” you said with no emotion, wanting nothing more than for him to leave.

He brought his lips to your cheek lightly “See you Monday,” Taeyong whispered to you before getting up and officially leaving.

The door closed behind him softly and you let out a sigh of relief.

The door of your room banged open to reveal a fuming Jaehyun bringing your attention to his angry form

“Taeyong marked you,” he growled, anger sparking in his eyes as he surveyed your partially unbuttoned blouse.

Your head hung low as you got up and walked over toward him, close enough to see his tanned chest rise and fall angrily under the burgundy silk that adorned his upper body.

His hand reached for your collarbone, fingers lightly grazing the mark. A scowl crossed Jaehyun’s features and you could feel the jealousy radiating off of him like a toxin.

“Bukhansan scum,” He mumbled before pushing past your shocked form.

The words burnt and you could feel them already resenating in the back of your mind.

“No, Jaehyun,” you grabbed his wrist, halting his retreating form, causing him to look back to you. You weren’t sure why you stopped him, you just didn’t want him to leave.

The look of utter betrayal and anger on his face pained you, especially since you were the source of it all.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, rage lacing his words.

“I just don’t want you to leave me,” tears welled in your eyes as you spoke your fear.

“Well I’m leaving,” Jaehyun spat before he pulled his wrist out of your grasp with ease and headed for the front door, leaving you behind.

Something in you was not surprised, not shocked that he dropped you so quickly. You felt stupid more than anything. Stupid that you fell for him, yet he obviously just felt like you were a hook up. It was dumb, but you let a stray tear fall down your cheek as you watched him leave.

Guilt washed over you, the feeling making your chest cave into a wretched wound that fueled your sensation of sadness.

You lasted like that for 2 whole days.

A zombie took over your form, making you go through your weekend numbly. Not bothering to look at the case you had been assigned, barely having the energy to do anything but mope.

It was an effort to do anything. Getting out of bed was harder than it was on the freezing winter mornings. Eating only became necessary when your stomach grumbled, begging you for food and the only time you used the bathroom was to use the toilet. A worn out, grey sweatshirt and matching sweatpants seemed to be the only items of clothing you owned as you moped around the whole 2 days.

And it made you feel pathetic.

The pathetic feeling building up until you snapped.

Snap and decide to do something about the situation.

It was the most rash plan you’d ever come up with in your life, but you weren’t about to lose Jaehyun because of Taeyong.

Confidence ran through your veins instead of the leaded guilt that had weighed you down these past few days.

The lipstick lid came off with a pop as you painted your lips a glossy red.

It was Monday morning and you were ready to execute your plan, the butterflies fluttering around your stomach reminding you of the anxiety coursing through body.

The make up you wore accentuated your features subtly and your skirt and shirt, while business like, still made you look sexy, the white silk clinging to your breasts and curves and the skirt barely long enough to be considered appropriate.

It was scandalous, but it was part of your plan to get Jaehyun back and not let him slip through your fingers.

And that’s how you found yourself pulling up to the Seoul law firm in a cab.

A muttered thanks fell off your painted lips as you handed the cab driver the money and got out.

The skyscraper loomed before you, even more glorious as the sun light reflected off the silver tinted windows, contrast to the darkness they enveloped in the covert of night.

A breath of fresh air rushed into your lungs, trying to soothe the nerves that run through your body.

Every possible way your plan could go wrong ran through your head, every ‘what if’ running a circuit of anxiety in your mind. The only way to ease the roaring of your thoughts and the thud of your heart was to breathe. The fresh oxygen hopefully providing some remote relief.

The click of your heels on the pavement rung through your ears and you used the noise as a distraction, focusing your thoughts on keeping a confident posture and putting one leg in front of the other to lead you to the entrance of the menacing law firm.

You walked through the doors with ease into a large, open plan foyer with marble flaws. Modern architecture and marble finishes added to the luxury of the expensive building.

Your entrance caught the attention of a tall young man with an expensive suit and combed back hair. He was behind the desk with the receptionist who was typing furiously away at her computer, too engulfed on her work to notice you walk through the doors.

“Hello ma’am,” The man said, his chocolate eyes taking in your figure and clothes, “Can I help you?” A smirk fell across his features as his wandering gaze worked its way up to your eyes.

You smiled sweetly, your confidence fueled by his lingering stares. “Yes, actually, I’m looking for one of your associates, Jung Jaehyun,” Despite your erratic heart beat, your voice was steady.

The man quirked an eyebrow, obviously intrigued by the seemingly bold statement.

“May I ask your business with him?” His voice was smooth as honey as he spoke the words, seemingly lured by your boldness.

“I believe it’s regarding a case,” You tried to keep your voice clipped and professional, as if you had to be somewhere else.

A spark lit in his eye at your words, “I’ll take you to see him,” he said before gesturing for you to follow him, which you did, walking behind his tall frame toward the elevators.

“I’m Johnny,” The man said, breaking the silence between you as he pressed the elevator button.

“My name’s y/n,” Your tone was steely as you tried to keep this professional facade going.

The elevator arrived with a soft ding, the doors sliding open smoothly indicating for you both to enter.

“That’s a pretty name” Johnny said flirtatiously, his relaxed demeanour walking into the elevator, you once again following him.

You felt your eyes roll as he hit the floor of Jaehyun’s office, causing the doors to close and the carriage to begin its ascent.

“Are you talking to Jaehyun about the most recent… case?” His tone turned harder and less light hearted as he asked you the question.

“I’m not too sure what you mean by that,” you answered honestly, not quite grasping the serious undertone to his voice.

Johnny scowled at your words. “Don’t worry about it then.”

Something was off about the case between Seoul and Bukhansan, though you hadn’t looked at the files yet, so you were completely oblivious.

The doors opened with a ding as you arrived at the top floor, Jaehyun’s office.

And there he was, sitting at his desk, invested in paperwork sprawled across the surface.

A white cotton button up adorned his chest, rolled up at the sleeves with the first few buttons undone at the chest, revealing some of his honey skin. His hair was mussed as if he had been running his hands through it too much and his bottom lip was tugged between his teeth. It made your breath hitch lightly, not prepared for his presence, especially when he looked so effortlessly handsome.

Jaehyun looked up when the doors open, a scowl forming on his features when he noticed you and Johnny.

You felt the warmth of a hand on your lower back as Johnny led you alongside him into the office.

It shocked you how confidently and absent mindedly he touched you, though you went with it, your deafening heart beat blocking out anything else but the nerves that coursed through your body.

“She said-”

“Leave us,” Jaehyun interrupted Johnny, his eyes trained on you, his gaze taking in every curve and dip accentuated by your clothes.

Johnny nodded, turning back toward the elevator and leaving you both.

“Why are you here?” He spoke, his tone gravelly and annoyed.

“I’m here to talk about Saturday,” You replied blandly, as if it were an obvious statement.

“There’s nothing to talk about, it's obvious you’re whoring around with your boss-” “Jaehyun! I’m not whoring around with anybody.” Anger laced your tone lightly.

“Then what would you call what happened?” He stood up from his chair, slightly angry.

“I don’t know, but I do not have the same feelings for Taeyong.” Jaehyun scowled at your words slightly.

“You let him use you like a little puppet, and you knew I was watching,” His eyes narrowed and turned dark lightly, like he was reliving watching you through the door crack.

“I didn’t know he was going to do that! I just-” “Don’t know how to stand up for yourself, or maybe tell him you were with someone. Or maybe Taeyong is just an ass that forces himself on his employees. He saw those marks on your neck and he didn’t think for one second that maybe you had a boyfriend?” Jaehyun spat the words, clearly angry.

“You’re not my boyfriend!” You spat back.

“Well maybe I want to be!” His response was not one you were expecting and your eyes widened as the 6 words processed through your brain. Your body wasn’t sure how to react, opting on just staying frozen to the spot, like some invisible force held you there under Jaehyun’s gaze.

He didn’t move, instead just watching you from behind his desk.

He sighed, the sound filling the silence between the both of you.

“I think you should leave,” His tone was clipped, his eyes turning to steel and expression unreadable.

This time you didn't argue, turning on your heel wordlessly, exiting the lavish office.

You felt slightly at ease, though it was hard, impossible almost, to shake him from your mind, from your very self. It took a tiring amount of effort to divert your thoughts from him, the way his touches would linger and his breath would fan over your bare skin. All it took was a night and you were under Jaehyun’s spell, like he was a drug, and you needed your dose. Though you couldn’t have him, because like a drug, he was off limits. Illegal. Taboo. So you tried your hardest to stop, cease your thoughts of him.

It took you in an effortless spiral, your mind wandering as you went about your way home, thankful you called in ‘sick’ to work.

In some sense you believed you were sick, love sick. So effortlessly doped up on your experience of Jaehyun, it was hard to not get sick with his contagious love fever.

Finally, you had somehow ended up back at your apartment, walking in through the front door to sprawl out on your couch.

And you did it again, your thoughts spinning into an ocean of Jung Jaehyun, his very existence consuming you like a wave of emotion.

It wasn’t necessarily bad, just your last bit of hope holding onto him before reality sets in and you have to face the fact that you and Jaehyun couldn’t be together due to some dumb rivalry.

The feelings made you feel like a teenager desperately falling for their crush. Everything you do reminding yourself of the person you’ve fallen down a wormhole of emotion for.

It could have been hours you sat there mulling Jaehyun over in your head before a light knock on the door startled you out of the doze you’d settled into.

The clock hanging on your wall displayed you had dazed off for about 5 hours.

A sigh fell off your lips and you shuffled over to the door, pulling open the heavy wood to reveal Jaehyun standing in front of it.

A surge of emotion rose in your throat, bringing with it a tidal wave of shock that caused your muscles to involuntarily lock up and freeze.

“Jaehyun?” You finally managed to speak, confused at his presence.

“I need to, uh, apologise,” Guilt washed over his features and you could tell he felt bad.

You cocked your eyebrow looking at him quizzically.

“Well go ahead,” You spoke, leaning on the door frame.

Jaehyun breathed in a shaky breath through his mouth and exhaled through his nose.

“Look, it's not lie I’m into you and I shouldn’t have treated you like I did when I found out about you being from Bukhansan, I just, snapped.” He reached out, lightly taking your hand in his, “I’m so fucking sorry, I really shouldn’t have called you scum when you’re anything but.”

His sincere tone hit you, making you look to him, his face bearing all the guilt that leaked out with his words.

“I thought I lost you,” Jaehyun’s eyes portrayed all the anguish he must have felt, his facade crumbling away in front of you, leaving him vulnerable, for you. “I don’t care anymore, I’m over the stupid rivalry, I’m done with it.”

You went to open your mouth to respond, but you were interrupted by Jaehyun.

“I just can’t stop thinking about your heart beat,” His voice trailed as his hand travelled up to rest over your heart, like you showed him on Saturday.

The warmth of his hand seeping through the thin silk, sending your nerves on fire, your senses honing in on his touch, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

His palm flattened against your erratic heart beat, the pulses reaching his warm skin.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, you drive me mad, you’re all I can think about, how your heartbeat mimics mine,” Jaehyun was somehow almost pressed up against you, closing the gap as he spoke.

His hand moved from your chest to grab your own hand, guiding it up to rest over his own heart.

Your palm flattened against the cotton of his shirt, feeling his warmth seep on to your skin.

“Do you feel it?” Jaehyun asked, his breath tickling the skin of your cheek lightly.

And you did, his pulse coursing through his bronzed chest to your palm, the erratic thundering shocking you.

Jaehyun was just as nervous, just as love sick and you felt it in the way his heartbeat banged against his chest.

“I-” You tried to speak but he interrupted you.

“You don’t have to say anything,” He whispered into the small space between you both.

And you didn’t, not when actions said things words never could.

You leant up, catching Jaehyun’s lips in a light kiss, his lips tentative to push back.

“You don’t need to be sorry-” Once again you started to speak but he cut you off.

“Yes I do. You fucking walked into my office, looking like a hot piece of ass to get me back. Even after I had been a complete asshole to you,” His mouth was incredibly close to your own as he spoke, the warmth of his breath tickling the flesh of your lips.

A choked gasp escaped your lips as he started placing tentative kisses down your jaw, his hands running up your sides, displacing the silk blouse you wore. Your hands were already instinctively running up his clothed chest, entwining in his hair, the muscles tightening to bring you in closer to his warm body. His own muscles responded to you, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him.

The smell, the touch, the sheer feeling of him shook your body, taking your breath away, making you gasp in his ear lightly. It was like you were finally getting your fix and Jaehyun was the drug, his being overwhelming your senses. The way his hands melted into your body, his perfect lips placing perfect kisses on your neck, his breath coming out of his nose to brush against your skin.

It excited you, being so close to him, feeling him, touching him, getting your fix, soothing the addiction that filled your entire body.

You stumbled back a bit, Jaehyun still glued to you.

“Jae,” You whispered the nickname in his ear lightly. “The door is still open.”

In response Jaehyun kicked out his foot, making the door close behind him.

“No its not.” He mumbled into your neck with a smirk, one hand travelling to grip the curve of your ass and the other coming up to cup your cheek.

Jaehyun’s lips left your neck, only to come crashing into your own passionately.

“I need you,” He muttered into your lips, “I like you, I want you and I need you.”

A smile formed on your lips and you kissed him lightly.

“Then be my boyfriend,” You said smiling and looking into his eyes.

His face softened and he smiled brightly.

“Gladly,” Jaehyun whispered before kissing you again passionately.

His tongue swiped out of his lips lightly, urging for you to open, which you did, inviting him in and deepening the kiss.

All you could taste was him, feeling him brush your tongue lightly sent you mad.

Jaehyun’s grip tightened on your ass and you could feel him grinding you into his hardening bulge.

Your senses anticipated him pushing you, urging you to your bedroom, the weight of him causing your feet to stumble toward the already open door of your room.

His body pressed against you, causing the back of your knees to buckle against the edge of the bed and you to land on the soft quilt.

A gasp escaped your lips as you felt Jaehyun plant needy kisses down your neck, caging you to the mattress, hands roaming your body.

It was hot and fast as his lips travelled lower, hands moving up to rip your silk blouse open, exposing a lace bra.

Jaehyun’s lips curled into a smirk as he surveyed your lingerie.

“What’s this?” He asked, the question rolling off his swollen lips.

A smirk tugged at your own lips as you met his eyes.

“Just something to boost my confidence,” You replied, cocking your head and looking at him innocently.

Goosebumps arose on your skin as Jaehyun ran his fingertips lightly over the skin above your breasts.

“You should wear lingerie more often, I like it,” He said before placing a featherlight kiss above the light pink lace adorning your breasts.  

“Noted,” You replied, a smirk once again tugging at your lips.

Jaehyun replaced his wandering fingers with his mouth, placing light kisses over the skin above your boobs, his hands moving to tug at your skirt.

His hair was soft as you tightened your fingers in the brown locks, eliciting a gasp as he pulled down your skirt, leaving you in your panties and bra.

A shiver went up your spine as you felt his fingers trace circles into the skin of your hips, inching impossibly closer to the hem of your panties.

Your lips parted slightly to let out a gasp when you felt Jaehyun’s fingers hook the sides of your underwear.

“Can I?” He said tentatively, lips brushing your neck slightly.

It took you no time at all to decide on your answer, a simple syllable that had him pulling the fabric down to expose your soaked pussy.

Jaehyun traced a finger along your inner thigh, teasing you, making anticipation claw at your nerves, your whole body focusing on the slight touch of his digit on the sensitive skin.

You wanted to whine, to plead for him to touch you, to ravish you but you didn’t, even though all you desired was him. The feeling was taking over you, blurring the line between need and want as his finger lazily teased the skin of your thigh.

A smirk formed on his lips as he felt your muscles tense, sending your hips upwards in desperation lightly.

He stopped eventually, caving to your desires, sending his finger straight for your clit, rubbing lazy circles into the sensitive nub.

You choked out a gasp, the anticipated stimulation sending your thoughts to mush, your focus entirely on his finger tracing your clit lightly and his lips sucking gently at your neck still.

“Jaehyun,” You practically moaned, his name rolling off your lips as a lewd sound.

“Let me please you,” He said in response, his own lips fixed in a smirk as his kisses trailed south.

Anticipation was back again, filling your body with a sensitivity that never seemed to appear around anyone else, almost becoming too much to bear as you watched his mouth trail down your stomach.

You felt a comforting warmth under his touch, fighting back the neediness that clouded you, his hand reaching up to intertwine your fingers together while his other still traced your clit.

A blush fell across your cheeks lightly and you squeezed Jaehyun’s hand back lazily.

His lips placed delicate kisses on your inner thighs, though not in a teasing manner, as if he was worshipping the skin, living to satisfy you.  

Even though you knew it was going to happen, the pleasure still surprised you as Jaehyun brought his lips down onto your clit, moving his finger to prod at your entrance tenderly.

You moaned lightly, the noise coming from deep in your throat as you felt him suck serenely at the nub.

As you let out the moan, he plunged his finger into you, pumping it easily through the wetness, soon adding another to scissor you, stretching you out.

Another moan fell off your lips, lewder than the initial one, only fuelling Jaehyun to go faster at the pornographic noise.

Your muscles tensed lightly as you ground into his face, sending streams of pleasure to shoot through your body. He caught on and took his hand out of your own to grasp your hip and bring you into his face harder.

You could tell he was enjoying it, his eyes were closed and his tongue was messily licking through your folds, alternating between kitten licking and sucking on your clit.

The pleasure was beginning to intensify as you felt yourself inch toward the edge, so close to plummeting into the abyss of an orgasm.

“Jae,” You moaned the nickname, tugging on his hair lightly, indicating your impending release.

Though, instead of continuing, like you expected him to, he stopped, pulling his face and hand away.

Confusion laced your words as you spoke, “What are you-” “I want you to cum on my cock,” Arousal darkened in his eyes as he looked at your partially naked form laid out before him.

“Please,” You replied, the want that you had been bottling up spilled out in the tone you used.

Jaehyun was still clothed, kneeling between your spread legs to tug his suit pants and briefs down, pulling out his hardened cock, precum already leaking off the tip.

You felt a drip down your thigh, your clit throbbing in anticipation for his cock, your eyes taking him in greedily.

He noticed, his own eyes meeting yours, half closed and blissed out as he moved his hand lightly over his shaft, pumping himself.

Your tongue darted out, moistening your lips at the sight, lust and want clouding your thoughts as you saw him in front of you, though you soon snapped out of it as he stopped pumping, maneuvering himself to line up with you.

Jaehyun’s lips met yours for a passionate kiss before pulling away.

“Ready?” He mumbled, already teasing your folds with the head of his cock.

“Yes,” You gasped out, too focused on the feeling off his dick prodding your entrance.

At your words, he thrusted into you slowly, relishing in the feeling of you encasing him, inserting himself all the way.

Your moans mixed with Jaehyun’s, the lewd sounds echoing off the walls of your room as he continued to thrust, hitting deeper and increasing his pace with each pound into you.

His increased pace brought back the rush of pleasure, the stimulation from earlier, his cock already causing a coil of bliss to form in your abdomen. You raked your nails down his clothed back, letting out a particular loud moan as the tip of his cock brushed your spot, pushing you closer to the edge.

Jaehyun thrust faster and harder, placing sloppy kisses down your exposed neck, the raw sound of his hips slapping into yours replacing his moans.

“I’m close,” He mumbled into your skin, breathless and panting, the warmth from his breath fanning over your neck.

You felt yourself involuntarily clench around him, getting impossibly closer to the edge. Jaehyun groaned at the unexpected clenching, thrusts stuttering lightly.

“Same,” You managed to gasp out, fingers digging into his back harder, clinging to him as your body tensed, preparing for your orgasm.

“Can I cum inside of you?” Jaehyun asked, breathing in your ear lightly, letting out small moans occasionally.

“Yes, please,” You whispered breathlessly, arching into him, lost in the feeling.

At your words his thrusts sped up slightly, getting engulfed in the feeling of almost-release, until his cock twitched and he came in you, burying to the hilt, and letting his seed pour out.

The feeling off him filling you up was amazing, your fingers digging into his back and arching into his tensed stomach as you felt the sticky cum coat your walls.

He kept thrusting though, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, urging you to orgasm, not wanting to finish without you.

“C’mon baby girl,” He whispered in your ear, moaning lightly at the sensitivity.

The pet name sent arousal shooting down your spine, your back instinctively arching into him again as you clenched and plummeted into the abyss, letting the pleasurable black engulf you as your orgasm took over.

Jaehyun stopped thrusting, pulling out to flop next to you, making the mattress shift lightly.

Only after he had pulled out did you realise the sweat coating your skin, hair sticking to your face and neck from the moisture, your breath coming out in deep pants.

You felt him go to roll off the bed, the mattress once again shifting to accompany Jaehyun’s movement, the soft sheets rubbing your sweaty skin.

“I should go,” He said, tugging up his pants and tugging his cock back in.Your eyes widened at his statement and you sat up suddenly.

“No!” It came out more forceful than you intended, making a blush litter your cheeks as he looked to you with an eyebrow raised.

“No?” Jaehyun repeated, his signature smirk plastered in his face.

The redness in your cheeks deepened lightly. “I just thought you’d want to stay the night,” You spoke shyly, nervous for his answer.

Jaehyun’s smirk turned into a smile as he looked at you on the bed. “Of course, though we’ll have to get cleaned up,” He spoke, extending his hand toward you for you to take.

And you did, slipping your palm in his to help you off the bed and stand.

“Bathroom?” He breathed, pulling your body into him lightly, his lips meeting your cheek in a soft kiss.

You pointed toward the ensuite door on the other side of your room, which he led you too, opening the door to your bathroom.

Being a lawyer did come with its perks, meaning you could afford a high end apartment, which reflected in the marble finishes and pristine porcelain accentuating your bathroom. The tub being more than large enough for two people and the shower also being quite big. Your makeup still littered the counter from this morning and you had some dirty laundry thrown into a basket in the corner, the only things looking out of place in the immaculacy of the bathroom.

Jaehyun sat you down on the toilet seat gently as he walked over to bathtub, turning the knobs, causing a stream of warm water to flow into the porcelain tub. You walked over to him, unclipping your bra and chucking it in the direction of the basket vaguely before grabbing your favorite body wash.

The bath mat shifted slightly as you kneeled down next to Jaehyun, squeezing some of the soapy liquid into the water, causing the sweet smelling suds to arise. He casted a glance at you as you settled next to him to pour soap into the water.

“You need your clothes off for a bath,” You giggled, looking back at him, still in his mussed up suit.

“Probably,” He smirked back at you, hands moving to unbutton the fine cotton that adorned his chest and once again tug his suit pants down, this time all the way, undressing himself fully. As he was doing so, you slipped a leg into the water, letting the silky suds lap at your skin soothingly before settling into the perfumed liquid, resting your back against the wall of the tub. Jaehyun followed you in soon enough, settling in opposite of you, letting your legs tangle under the soapy bubbles covering the surface.

A content sigh fell off his lips as he leant back into the tub. “This is possibly the best bath I’ve ever had,” He breathed lightly, relaxing further into the water.

You chuckled lightly, reclining and letting your muscles relax. “I agree,” You breathed, letting the relaxed state you both shared fill the need for conversation.

Jaehyun’s hand lightly traced shapes into your knee, soothing you further. “Can I come over?” He asked tentatively, looking at you innocently through the bubbles. “I wanna cuddle,” This time he had a slight whine to his voice, making you breathe out a mock sigh of frustration and maneuver yourself to rest against his toned chest. Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you with a wide smile, placing a small kiss on the crown of your head.

“I’m glad I got this night with you,” He whispered into the silence, his comforting embrace lulling you to sleep. You smiled up at him sleepily, leaning up to plant a light kiss on his lips.

“Then let’s do it again sometime,” You mumbled into his lips, smiling the whole time.

“Definitely,” Jaehyun replied, squeezing you tighter against him.

You both lazed in the tub, lightly dozing against each other until each bubble caused by the scented soap popped and the water became cold. Once it did, you both got out, barely having the energy required to dry yourselves off with a towel, let alone to find something to wear to bed. So you both curled up in the sheets naked, Jaehyun once again pulling you into his chest to cuddle, leaving you with a brief kiss on your forehead and a muttered ‘good night’ before falling asleep.

It was only the sharp ringtone of your phone in the morning that roused you both, your hand groping the bedside table to pull it over to your ear, answering it.

“Hello?” Your voice was groggy and heavy with sleep. Jaehyun groaned lightly in protest, half asleep snuggling into your side lightly.

“Y/N!? Where have you been!?” Taeyong’s annoyed voice blasted through the receiver.

Your eyes shot open at his voice, shooting straight up in bed, knocking Jaehyun off you, making him let go of you and sit up beside you.

“Oh, I had an appointment,” You lied, panic spreading through your veins like ice.

“Well, you need to come in today we got some… interesting news on the case.” Taeyong sounded constricted, as if he had gossip to spill but he needed to be professional.

“I’m sorry Mr Lee, it won’t happen again, but what’s the news?” You asked curiously, dismissing your mistake, though hoping the question wouldn’t expose you for not reading the case files just yet.

Taeyong sighed on the other side of the phone. “Jaehyun’s the main suspect of the murder,”

[iamanoriginal]

Rise Up

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 1691

Warnings: Language

Summary: Daveed and Reader are assigned to do an important assignment under the rebellion. It doesn’t go as planned. 

A/N: Hey guys! Today is day one of the @hamwriters write-a-thon! I came up with a weird AU, but I liked it and wanted to work with it. This is a Modern Revolution AU featuring the cast, if that makes sense. It’s explained more throughout. I hope you enjoy! My goal is to do all 7 days of the write-a-thon, so I’ll be back tomorrow for day two. Enjoy!

Edit: Looking back, I really hate this fic. I’m leaving it up so you can see how much I’ve grown since writing this. If you still wish to read, enjoy. 

Masterlist

You had never done field work. You had never thought of yourself as one to do field work. But when Lin asked you to, you couldn’t exactly say no.

It was a simple assignment. Tag a billboard with the rebellion’s slogan. Very simple. The location was the hardest part.

Times Square, directly across from where the Queen would be delivering a speech in two day’s time. Security would be everywhere, and you had to create a message for the Queen to see. A message for Parliment to see. A message for everyone to see.

“If you accept, Y/N, Diggs will lead you. If the mission goes well, you may be able to take on more fieldwork. I think this will be a good experience to have,” Lin spoke, glancing up at you in the cafe. You were curious as to why he would accompany you to lunch, and now you knew why.

“But sir. This is such an imperative and important mission. Are you sure you want a first timer to take the job?” You asked, unsure. You had always worked on the inside of jobs, drafting sketches or writing out plans.

“I trust Diggs to take care of you two if anything happens. You can learn from him. Besides, aren’t you two a thing? I thought you would like this.”

True; you and Daveed Diggs, a fellow member of the rebellion, had been dating for almost two years now. But you didn’t want to disappoint him.

“I just don’t want to compromise the mission.”

“You won’t. Please take the job, Y/N.”   

“..Fine.”

“Great! Here are the details, good luck!”

That night, Daveed came home with Chinese takeout. You walked into your shared living room, smiling at him.

“Wow, Chinese? What’s the occasion?” You asked, hugging him as he led you to the couch. You sat down.

“You. Me. Field mission. This, my love, is going to be spectacular. We get to tag something that will be on international television! The stories are going to be insane. Those Parliment members won’t know what hit them. Bastards.”

You had nothing against the Queen. None of the Rebellion did. She was the mascot of it all, Parliament the masters behind it all. They were the ones who taxed you, restricted your freedom, your speech. You weren’t allowed to speak against the government, doing so could result in jail time. They taxed you, let their troops attack you. It was tyranny. And you wanted to be free.

“Hey, are you alright? You seem off,” Daveed asked, glancing up from where he was opening the Chinese. He stopped, sitting down next to you.

“I guess. I just don’t want to fuck up the mission,” You replied, trying to convey your doubt. He snorted, pulling you into his chest.

“You won’t ‘fuck up’. You’ll do great, babygirl.” He used air quotes around your phrasing, rolling his eyes. “I’ll protect you if anything goes wrong. You can do this,” He reassured you, hugging you tight. You smiled.

“Love you, D.”

“ I love you too. Never forget that. Now, where were we? Do you orange chicken or mandarin chicken?”

A knock came to your door. Your heart stopped momentarily before you realized it was Daveed. 

“Come in!” You called out, pulling on your black hoodie. Daveed entered the room, wearing very similar garb.  Black leggings, a hoodie, bandana tied around your neck. It was one am, so you needed to be as concealed as possible. He handed you a gray backpack and you pulled it on.

“Ready?” He asked, smiling gently at you. You took a deep breath, nodding.

“Yeah.”

“You’ll do good. If you ever don’t know what to do, just follow my lead. We’d better leave, the subway leaves soon. 20 minutes.” he spoke, glancing at his phone. You nodded, following him out the door.

One lengthy subway ride later, you stood in front of the back entrance to some random business building in Times Square. You had one goal. The roof. A billboard stood on top, and you and Daveed had the intention to mark it. The queen would be in the square the next morning, and you hoped she would see it. Daveed picked the lock quickly, opening the door open for you. You smiled, entering the office building, Daveed behind you. You made it to the elevator. Daveed hit the button for the top floor whilst you adjusted your gloves.

Your heart sped up rapidly. You had never a job this serious and dangerous. If caught, the punishment would be death because of the context and location of your tag. Daveed put a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it slowly. “It’ll be okay. You can do this. We can do this.”

You arrived at the top floor, exiting quickly and heading towards the end of the hallway, following Daveed as he knew where to go. You reached a door at the end of the hallway. Daveed opened it, ushering you inside before following you inside. You were at a set of stairs. You quickly climb the stairs.  

The wind rushes against your exposed skin as you open the door to the roof. You take a deep breath before walking over to the billboard. You pulled your bandana up to cover your nose before opening up your bag, grabbing a can of bright red spray paint. You looked towards Daveed.

“Go for it. Just imagine her face when she gives the speech,” he encouraged. You smiled, looking up at the billboard as Daveed pulls his own bandana up. You let out a quick test spray, the bright red coating the white background. You begin your design. You work quickly yet elegantly, trying to make your words legible. Barely 5 minutes pass, and you’re already almost done. You look back at Daveed.

    “Do you want to tag it, Diggs? I feel like you should do something.”

He nods. “Sure.” He takes the can from your hand, signing with the tag of the rebellion.

“Looks good. Now all we have to do is raise the design higher. Here, do you know how?” Daveed asks you. You shake your head.

“Nope. Can you teach me?” You ask. He nods, gesturing for you to follow him. You do so, following him behind the billboard.

“It’s like a pulley,” he started, placing his hands on top of your own, guiding them to the ropes. “First, you have to untie the kn-”

The door to the roof slammed open. Shit. Shit. Daveed froze, before kicking into action mode. He grabbed your hand, turning towards the short rooftop building’s backside. He guided you towards and indent in the wall which led to a very small space. Daveed stood against the wall, pulling your frame into his chest.

You could hear footsteps paired with a faint whistle before a radio came on. “Everything good up there, George?”

“It’s fine, John. We’re all good. Who would be dumb enough to try and sneak in the morning of the big speech? Let me just finish my rounds, and I’ll come back in. It’s fucking cold up here,” A deep, mellow voice replied. The footsteps came closer.

Daveed’s chest rose and fell behind you. His breaths were silent but staggered. He was nervous.  As the guard was nearly on top of you now, he brought you in closer, squeezing you tight. You melted back into him, breathing out contently. The footsteps stopped. “Who’s there?” Fuck.

You froze. Daveed did as well. “Is anyone there? Show yourself!” It was silent for a good 30 seconds. Eventually, the guard moved on. He made a few more rounds before heading towards the door. “Yeah, yeah John. I’m coming back. Nothing to report.” The door slammed.

You waited a good minute; when the guard didn’t return, you let out a great sigh of relief. Daveed did as well before letting out a chuckle. You stepped out of the small nook, blushing furiously.

“Way to go, babygirl. You almost got us caught.” He smirked at you before pulling you in for a quick kiss. You rolled your eyes, smiling into the kiss.

“I know. My bad. Let’s finish and get out of here,” You replied before heading over to the ropes behind the billboard. Daveed did it quickly, saying you could learn later.

“I’m surprised; did he not notice the graffiti?” You asked as he pulled down on the rope, raising the sign higher so it could be seen from all of Times Square.

“He sounded like he didn’t care. He either didn’t look up or didn’t give a shit. He sounded more afraid than brave when he called out for us. Ready to go?” Daveed asked, tying a final knot to secure the whole thing. You nodded.

“Did I do a good job?” You asked as you walked towards the edge of the building, pulling out some rope from your bag so you could get down. Daveed grinned at you as he attached the carabiners to some pipeline that was exposed.

“I may be biased, put you did pretty good, I just have to watch where I put my hands next time,” he grinned, winking at you. You rolled your eyes, grabbing onto the rope that was now hooked to your waist. Daveed held out his hand, which you accepted. He pulled you into his chest.

“This is the best part. You ready?” he asked. You barely had a chance to nod before he jumped from the building. You let out a quick scream before Daveed covered your mouth. You slowed from your fall, the two of you touching the ground gently.

“Ready to go, babygirl?” he asked, smiling at you. You nodded, following him down the alley.

A few hours later, as the sun rose, shining over the crowd, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II took the stage. She was growing old, and today was the day she would give her last speech in the colonies before she returned to England to spend her last years. As she looked up, bright red caught her attention. A billboard, tagged with spray paint. It said one thing.

Rise Up.

[darkmulti]

Last Night Alive

Incubus!San and Jongin x female reader

⚠️Warnings: spanking, threesome, double penetration, (cold, juicy fucking), spitting, slapping, dacryphilia kink, fear kink, knife play (but it’s really claw play), blood, blowjob, death, violence, whipping, language, degradation, bondage, overstimulation

it’s an incubus smut, what do you expect? Rough fucking

No one asked, but it’s my blog🤷🏽‍♀️

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“What do you want from me now? Leave me alone San!”

She rolls her eyes and slams the door on his face.

“But- but you didn’t even allow me to tell you what I want”

“Too bad!”

She yells from the other side of the door. Her arms cross and she turns on her heels, but just as she did, San’s face was an inch away. Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, and she immediately stepped back.

“Where are you going angel?”

San starts walking towards her.

“San how did you get inside my house?”

She puts her hand out and tries to stop him from moving any closer but it didn’t work. He grabs her wrist and twists it, making her release a cry of pain. In anger, he pushes her against the wall and grabs her neck. The furious male effortlessly slides her body up, against the door.

“San what are you doing? Let go!”

Her fingers rapidly taps on his hand and she even tries to pry his fingers off. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on her side. She holds her breath for as long as she could, until San slams her onto the floor. Her head hits the ground and knocks the consciousness out of her body.

San grows his nails out to sharp points. He sits on her lower stomach and cuts lightly on her neck; imitating a “Cut here” instruction. Underneath the lines he writes, “I am owned by Choi San.”

With a satisfied but sinister smile plastered across his face, he licks all the blood off her neck, then proceeds to carry her unconscious state back to hell.

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“My little brother outdid himself once again. She’s a real beauty, San.”

The man crouches down and cups the girls face, admiring her light, but complementing features. His touch tickled against her soft cheeks. She looked too good to be true.

“She’s a beauty and a brat. Make sure you fuck that attitude out of her, Jongin. If you don’t, then I will. You tend to be a little softy towards these worthless chicks.”

Jongin rolls his eyes at his little brother's comment and stands up.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Now get the fuck out of here.”

“Not so fast brother. I got you a girl, I want something in return.”

“Really? That’s so interesting San, but I don’t really give a shit. I have nothing to offer.”

He shrugs his shoulder until San speaks again.

“You will give a shit when you look at her neck.”

“What?”

Jongin quickly tilts her head up to reveal the cuts San had left earlier.

“What the fuck San?! You already marked her.”

He yells in disappointment.

“My dearest brother. Do you think I’m stupid? Of course my one and only dick of a brother wouldn’t give me back something in return. You can use her, but at the end of each day, she’ll come crawling back into my arms.”

With that, San leaves his older brother in the basement.

Jongin rubs his face, not knowing how to feel, which was ironic because he couldn’t feel anything.

Although he couldn’t have you as his, he shall continue to desire your body, mind and soul for as long as you live.

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“THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHORE!”

His arms swing back and whips her again, making her sob harder. Blood from the cuts were gracefully glided down to her thighs, as she struggled in the restraints.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU WERE FUCKING MY BROTHER THIS ENTIRE TIME, WITH THAT DISGUSTING LITTLE CUNT OF YOURS!”

“Please, I’m sorry daddy.”

“A sorry doesn’t fix anything. This is your punishment and if I see one more tear pop out of those pretty little eyes, this will definitely be your last night alive.”

Another sob leaves her pretty mouth. Her tears were uncontrollably. They just kept coming and coming.

“San! Please.”

This time his hand spanks her purple ass.

“What’s my name princess?”

San pulled the leash, making your head look up.

“Oh, I’m sorry daddy! It slipped I promise! Please believe me!”

She pleaded with guilt and tears packed in her eyes.

“Believe you? After you’ve fucked my brother, how many times?”

He spits on your face then slaps it after.

He completely ruined her.

From head to toe.

The lingerie that she was forced to wear was ripped into pieces scattered across the floor and bed. Blood was present on the bed sheets and her bruised body. Puddles of cum were all over the concrete floor.

San pushes her face into the mattress and opens the door.

“JONGIN! COME HERE NOW!”

In a blink of an eye, he was standing behind you, naked.

“I heard everything from upstairs, and I cannot be more ready for this. Did this dumb bitch really think that I loved her? She is indeed a dumb cunt.”

San shuts the door and makes his way back. He flips the clueless girl over, making her groan. Her heels kept her butt up from touching the mattress, before Jongin pulled her legs and she felt an unbearable sting on her buttcheek. She cries and cries, while the two demons get off by it.

Jongin strokes his cock, that’s standing strong and proud. He makes his way towards you and shoves it in without mercy. San hovers over your mouth and shoves his dick down your throat.

“This is what you get slut. I can smell Jongin’s cum on you, and you thought you were fucking slick. I know everything babygirl. Dumb whore is what you are. My brother told me all the nasty things you did to him.”

He pulls on her hair and shoves it deeper down her throat making her gag. San takes himself out and throws the half dead girl onto the floor. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying. She didn’t even try to get up.

San laughs at her pathetic figure.

“Already knocked out whore? We haven’t even gotten started.”

Jongin smirked at his younger brother's behaviour.

“Hmm, I guess you are rough in bed.”

The older demon walks to Y/N, picks her up and puts her back on the bed. He tied the leash onto the bed frame so she can’t leave. He also covered her mouth with a lovely tie.

“Shall we start the feast?”

The brothers give each other ‘the look’. San put her on all fours and slides underneath her. He guides her pussy onto his cock and let’s her sit down. Once the two were comfortable, Jongin slammed the cock inside her tight butthole, punching all the oxygen out of her. The fragile girl collapses on San, not being ready to take him in.

All they could do was chuckle at the helpless and hurt girl. San wraps his arms tightly around the upper half of her body and pulls her down. His hips thrusted up into her and signaled Jongin to also start.

The two demons started pounding into her, giving her no mercy. She winces and screams, but they simply ignore her and keep going faster and harder.

After a solid 3 hours of fucking, San gives her some of his blood to keep her alive. The blood dissolves on her tongues and she re-gains a little bit of strength.

“Remember darling? Remember when you slammed the door in my face? This is your punishment for it.”

His hips start moving faster than Jongins, and the brittle girl takes it all. Cum was leaking out of her mouth at this point, like a broken water pipe. She’s had multiple orgasms, yet the boys didn’t have one.

But a sudden yelp left the girl's mouth and she felt the man behind her, knead the sore ass. San kneads her tits and spits all over her face.

Her precious sweat dripped onto San’s muscular chest. She tried to get up to straighten her back, but her weak arms didn’t allow it.

“Stay with me darling. You’ve been doing so well.”

San rubs her back and continues his pace in her. She cuddles up into his neck and focuses on nothing but to breathe. Her eyes start to close on their own until Jongin pulls her up by her hair and makes you look at San.

“Apologize to him.”

“Why?”

She whimpers out.

“Why? For fucking cheating on him you whore.”

His cock went deeper inside you and you immediately apologize over and over to San.

Her desperation made both of their cocks twitch. Before she knew it, another painful orgasm rips through.

“OW OW OW OW, FUCK! STOP THRUSTING PLEASE IT HURTS!”

She begs.

The men release all their cum inside you, making her a cum bag. Her walls shiver on San’s cock, making him moan out. Her butthole was throbbing around Jongin’s fat cock. When he finally pulled out of her, cum came rushing out, dripping onto her thighs.

She trembles and cries. San pulls her down onto his chest, and Jongin lays next to him with the little one in the middle.

“Told you it was your last night alive. You’re officially dead, and stuck in hell with us.”

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Whew, this wasn’t a request, but like why not? This also wasn’t very good and my apologies for that, it was really tough to think abt the story line.

Anyways I’m gonna do another request tmrw❣️

Hope you enjoyed❣️ edited🔐

Xoxo, N❣️