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chaoticminhos · 4 years

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chained

pairing: seo changbin x reader

genre: smut, halloween !!

warnings: home invasion

word count: 2.7k

a/n: happy halloween my babies!!! enjoy sex demon changbin :)

summary: bombarded with chain messages the night before halloween, y/n expects nothing but her friends being stupid, or maybe some practical joke. what she didn’t expect, however, was for the message to play up to its threats, landing her with a surprise visitor.

you rolled your eyes as the message flashed across your screen for the nth time in just that day alone. nearly a dozen of your friends, and even some people that you wouldn’t call more than an acquaintance, had forwarded the same long, obviously bullshit chain message to you.

“the veil will be thin this halloween. send this message to 10 of your friends to lock in your safety. if you ignore, something bad will happen halloween night.”

it was the same type of shit that got thrown around in middle school and the fact that people still believed these cheesy things was really diminishing your confidence in your college for letting them in.

completely ignoring the message jisung had sent before the chain message asking if you were going to a halloween party the next day, you clicked off your phone. if he made you deal with stupid messages, he could deal with being left on read.

you made your way to your bathroom, setting your phone on the sink and ridding yourself of your clothes. you stepped into the shower, wincing at the cold. curse the cheap apartment for never having enough hot water, but it’s all you could afford.

despite the water being less than warm, you took your time. living in the situation you did, you actually sort of got used to the cold showers, and even liked them sometimes. of course you still wished it wasn’t temperature roulette whenever you needed to take a shower, but at least cold showers weren’t the most terrible things in the world.

eventually, though, your toes started to stiffen and the cold became unbearable. maybe the water heater was more busted than usual or maybe you were just in a cold spell, but either way, you could only handle so much of the ice cold water. even when you semi-enjoy them, a cold shower is only soothing for so long.

you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel securely around yourself, wrapping your hair in another to dry.

just as you bent down to pick up your dirty clothes from the floor, your phone buzzed on the ceramic of the bathroom counter. you reached for it, pressing the clothes from the floor against your body to hold the towel up with the other arm. unsurprisingly for it being nearly the middle of the night, the name on your phone read jisung, jisung, jisung. no one else was usually up this late on school nights, and when they were, they weren’t texting you. unless it was jisung. as your best friend, he took it as his personal duty to keep you from getting a healthy night of sleep, ever.

you unlocked your phone and went to messages, where you had 5 unread messages from jisung just since you’d been in the shower. clingy, as always.

upon opening the chat, you were met with 5 more messages matching the chain message he’d already sent you. as you were typing a reply and telling him to stop being annoying, another message came through. same person, same words.

with a huff, you deleted the start of the grumpy message you’d been forming and decided you’d stick with leaving him on read. he would get bored eventually. or so you thought.

nearly half an hour passed and you were still getting regular messages from jisung, all the same exact thing, copy and paste. you’d resorted to silencing your phone to avoid the constant vibrations signaling a message, but they kept coming. by now you had well over 30 of the same text from jisung, and you were getting fed up with it.

seeing that ignoring him obviously wasn’t doing what you’d hoped, you wrote a message and hit send.

can you not be a pain in my ass for literally two seconds?

you watched as the message tried to send, only to be stopped by a red error mark.

“message could not be sent. check your network and try again.”

great, so not only were the showers freakishly cold, the wifi decided to play favorites as well, working enough to deliver jisung’s messages to your phone but not allowing you to reply.

you took a deep breath as you sunk into the couch you were sitting on, willing yourself not to explode. your phone lit up in your hand with another message, jisung, of course, and you caught a glimpse of the time on your screen. it only made your bad mood worsen.

it was 10 past midnight, making it officially halloween, and instead of being happy as you should on your favorite holiday, you were busy trying not to walk straight to jisung’s dorm and strangle the ever living fuck out of him.

your phone screen dimmed and shut off. you took a deep breath and decided to follow suit, lifting yourself from the couch and making your way to your bedroom. maybe you just needed some sleep. maybe it was just as funny as jisung seemed to think it was to be spamming you like a middle school girl and you just couldn’t see that through your sleepy grumpiness.

you let your shoulder hit the door, gently pushing it open as you stepped into your bedroom. not bothering to turn a light on, you tripped over something, probably a pile of clothes, arms flinging out to your bed to catch yourself, only you didn’t come in contact with the soft fuzzy feeling of your favorite blanket. instead, your frantic hands were met with another pair on arms. a stronger, really steady, definitely-not-your-roommates-because-you-didn’t-have-one pair of arms, so who the fuck was sitting on your bed?

a scream erupted from your throat before you even had time to process the current situation. you immediately put distance between yourself and the intruder, tripping backwards over the same pile of whatever you had stumbled over in the first place. you fell backwards, luckily not close enough to the wall to have hit your head, and shuffled until your back was flush with the wall.

you watched in shock as the shadow of whoever the fuck had broken into your apartment leaned across the bed and to the table you had beside it, turning the knob on your reading lamp until the room filled with light.

he leaned back into his original position, the only difference from before being that how you could see him. he didn’t look like what you’d have imagined someone breaking into a young girls apartment to look like. he was sporting a bright white t-shirt and black sweats, his hair brushed out of his face. not really the best outfit for someone to avoid detection in.

unless he didn’t want to avoid detection because it didn’t matter if you saw him because he was going to kill you and it didn’t matter if you’d seen his face because you’d be dead and... oh fuck.

the words that left your mouth would have made you cringe at how cliche they sounded if you hadn’t been in fear for your life.

“w-who are you?”

you’d expected anything other than the reaction he had. he cocked his head, a small pout forming on his lips.

“think.”

your jaw moved and you tried to get something coherent to form, but nothing came out.

he chuckled at your reaction, keeping the pout on his lips as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees with his hands intertwined in between them.

“it’s been, what,” he glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table, “five minutes since the last message and you’ve already forgot?”

your guard fell a little as the confusion of his words set in.

“what messages?”

he rolled his eyes, moving his arms behind him to support his body as he leaned back, and began reciting the message you’d been receiving nonstop for the entire night.

“the veil will be thin this halloween. send this message to 10 of your friends to lock in your safety. if you ignore, something bad will happen halloween night.”

you blinked at him, “i still don’t understand.”

he stood from your bed and began towards you. you knew that you should run, hit him, make a grab for your phone, anything, but you were frozen. you watched with wide eyes as he crouched down right in front of you, his knees touching yours, which were pulled up against your chest.

“it says something bad would happen.” he raised his hand for you to shake, “so hello, i’m something bad.”

when you didn’t take it, he sighed and let his hand fall to rest on your leg. your eyes snapped to his hand on your knee.

“of course,” he let his hand slide down from your knee and onto your thigh, “i don’t have to be a bad thing.”

your head was clouded and the only processable thought going through it was how warm his hand felt against your thigh. you knew that logically you should have done anything to get him to stop touching you, he was a fucking home intruder for gods sake, but you honestly didn’t want to. every moment he was near you, you felt the initial fear in your body melt into wanting.

he cocked his head, “i won’t even hurt you.” he raised an eyebrow, “unless you want me to.”

his eyes trailed up from his hand on your thigh and across your torso until he locked his gaze with yours. a smirk grew on his lips at how compliant you were being. he raised his free hand to your other leg and gently pushed your legs from against your body until he could fit himself in between them, leaning forward so his lips were only inches from yours.

if he’d doubted for any second that you didn’t want him, the way your legs trapped him close to you and your eyes were locked to his lips wiped it all away.

surprising him, you were the one to close the gap between you two, pressing your lips roughly to his.

he hummed into the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup your face while the other remained rested on your thigh.

he took your bottom lip between his teeth and you greedily accepted his request, letting him deepen the kiss. it only lasted a moment before he broke it off, grabbing your arms and helping you stand. he gestured towards the bed, and you me legs took you there before you could even really process what he was asking.

you sat on the edge of the bed patiently, eyes locked to his back as he pulled his shirt over his head. as much as you could have stated at his muscular back for ages, a rush went through you when he turned around. you let him lean down and gently kiss you before manhandling you until you were laying on your back in the middle of the bed.

you gladly opened your legs and let him place himself between them, crawling over you and reconnecting your lips once again. one arm kept him stable above you as the other trailed its way down your body, sneaking under your shirt and up your back to unclip your bra. you whined as he took his lips off from yours to lift you up and pull your shirt and bra over your shoulders, but he quieted you with his lips back on yours as soon as the clothing was out of the way.

a soft moan passed your lips as he trailed wet kisses down your jaw and to your neck, softly nipping at the sensitive skin. he continued his path down your body and to your chest, taking your nipple in his lips while his other hand came up to tease the other. you’d never been someone who got very worked up from having your nipples touched, but something about the way changbin did literally anything to you made you squirm. he continued to trail kisses along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your pants, his hand leaving your chest to hook around the waistband. you lifted your hips and he easily slid your pants and underwear to your feet where you kicked them off, leaving you completely nude under him.

he bit his lip as he scanned your naked body, completely on display for him. the fact that he’d managed to get you on this position for him just minutes after introducing himself to you made him throb in his jeans. he knew you’d give in to him eventually, it wasn’t possible for a human to deny his aura, but you’d given in right away. maybe you’d have given in to him even if he didn’t have a seductive aura, and the thought of you being attracted to him for reasons other than the fact that everyone was turned him on beyond belief.

he could have sat there between your legs and admired you for the entire night, but the impatient whine that left your mouth told him you wouldn’t be too happy with that idea. instead, he leaned back on his heels and undid his pants, pulling them down enough to finally release himself from the constraints of his underwear.

there really wasn’t an aspect of this man that wasn’t perfect, it seemed. he gave himself a few slow strokes, groaning at the long awaited stimulation. his hands returned to your hips and drifted towards your heat only to be stopped by your hand grabbing his wrist.

“i don’t need prep, just please fuck me.”

he caught a groan in his throat and replaced it with words, “say that again.”

you hooked your legs around him and pulled him close to you, close enough to make the head of his cock brush gently against your wetness.

“fuck me, changbin. i need you.”

how was it that he, the sex demon, seemed to be under a trance by you, a mere human? he didn’t question it, just immediately listening to you and lining himself up with your entrance, slowly sinking in.

you tried to keep your eyes open, you wanted to watch the pretty faces he was making as he sunk into you. you succeeded for a while, but when he gave the first harsh thrust, hitting you right in the sweet spot on his first try, you couldn’t help but screw your eyes shut and let out a borderline scream of pleasure. he was doing you so well, you thought maybe he was made for this.

it honestly surprised you how long you lasted with every single move of his hips being aimed at the exact correct spot. with a few particular violent rolls of his hips and his expert hands on your clit, you had the most overwhelming orgasm you’d ever experienced. you caged your legs around him, moaning a mantra of curses and his name. you felt him full you up and you could have swore that the feeling mixed with the unholy noises he let out could have made you cum again just from that if he hadn’t worn you out so hard from just one round.

he gently pulled out if you, cooing at you while you whined at the overstimulation. he fell down on the bed next to you and turned to face you.

“i made a good choice.”

you cocked an eyebrow, “what? breaking into my house and seducing me?”

he chuckled, “i didn’t break in. you let me in when you didn’t answer a single message i sent you.”

“that’s not even good logic.”

he shrugged, moving the bed a bit. “it’s clear in the rules i wrote.”

“yeah, okay.” you gave him a skeptical look. “how did you even get jisung in on this? he usually prefers to terrorize me alone.”

“didn’t need him to know about it. i don’t think his phone even registered the texts. they’re only on your end, if i did it correctly.”

you raised an eyebrow, “you some kind of hacker?”

he smiled, looking over at the bedside lamp and turning it off without ever touching it, not that you noticed.

“something like that.”

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mariamermaid · 4 years

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Best Fake Smile

Neville Longbottom x fem!Slytherin Reader

Summary: After yet another set of detention, you come face to face with the shy Gryffindor student Neville Longbottom. But as you are doomed to clean the pots for the herb class, Neville catches you off guard…

Words: 2.2k

A/N: slightly inspired by the song “best fake smile” from James Bay

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Staring blankly at McGonagall’s long and stern face, you bit down on your lip. Maybe putting a hex on a student, a class above you wasn´t the smartest move.

The old witch shook her head, realizing you were barely listening anyway.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, you´re going to help Professor Sprout with cleaning up the pots for the coming classes, I don´t have time to bother giving attention to you yet again.”

Her harsh words drew you back into the present and slightly taken back, you nod without another word. There was no use in dispute.

Friday night, and you were spending it cleaning dirt off pots while your friends enjoyed their evening at Hogsmead. You huffed annoyed at yourself as you drifted to the greenhouses. At least you wouldn´t miss the Slytherin Quidditch game tomorrow and as a fellow Slytherin student, you hoped for a victory. Mostly because the parties afterwards were known to be legendary and drowning some of your thoughts in fire whiskey seemed all too welcoming right now.

To your surprise, the light in the greenhouse was still on and you caught a glance of a certain Gryffindor student.

“Longbottom”, your voice cut like glass through the air and Neville jerked, his head turning towards you.

“What did you do to end up here?” You asked further strolling through the rows of plants until reaching the pile of pots, where Neville already stood. The change in his appearance was hard to miss, even for you. Once crooked teeth and slacking posture had disappeared from the Gryffindor boy, he was also taller than you for the first time. Unlike other Slytherin students, Draco for example, you found no interest in the bickering with other students just for the sake of it. It was the reason why you had practically nothing to do with Neville, he was off your grid.

Even though his grown attractiveness was admiring, he seemed nervous around you.

Truth was, he didn´t do anything. Neville had chosen this task out of his love towards plants, not as a punishment. But he didn´t have the guts in telling you so. Instead, he shrugged, avoiding your glance again and continued cleaning.

“Missed curfew”, he lied. You nodded while raising your eyebrow.

You were known to get detention for causing much bigger troubles; hexing students classes above you, as well as relief teachers, missing curfews, sneaking out, spiking punch, prank wars with the Weasley twins and sometimes getting caught making out after Slytherin´s victory parties.

“Let´s get it over with, hm?” You sighed and grabbed something to help clean as well.

For several minutes you both stayed quiet, focusing on dividing the work.

Just as you were to grab another pot, Neville reached for it as well. His hand brushed against yours, warm and earthy, but quickly pulled back. The pot fell down to the floor and the crashing pieces made you wince.

“Sorry”, you both apologized at the same time, while leaning down to get the broken pieces.

“Don´t be sorry, it was my fault really”, Neville admitted hastily and you couldn´t help but stare at him.

“Such a gentlemen”, you muttered and Neville´s eyes lurked up to you. For once, he didn´t overthink and his tongue was quick to answer.

“Probably not used to it after Zabini.”

A huff escaped your lips. You hadn´t expected for him to drop a comment like this. But you found interest in Neville´s new, more daring side.

“Excuse you?”

Neville, instantly regretting his words, shrugged reluctant. “It´s just talk.”

“Talk? From who?” Your words were firm, Neville had taken a direction without being able to reverse.

“Just rumors going around, thought you and him are a thing.”

You growled, rolling your eyes and as much as Neville was scared, he was also curious in your answer.

“I don´t know what kind of dung brains tell you stories like that, but Blaise and I aren´t a thing! If you run across the person telling false rumors, you can tell me their names!”

You were clearly angry, but also a flustered. Neville watched your reaction closely, as he did so often in your shared classes. Truth was; he was head over heels in love with you. However, until this fateful evening, he never even thought in approaching you.

“Just because we made out once or twice, by Merlin´s beard!”

His heart sunk from his head into his stomach and he felt his shoulders dropping. But he kept going in order to save himself from any embarrassments. “So, he´s not my boyfriend?”

You let out a laugh and Neville listened to the light sound of your voice. You didn´t laugh much, at least not in class. You grinned or snickered when you whispered with Pansy, but never an honest laugh. It made you seem way less intimidating, at least in Neville´s opinion.

“Blaise my boyfriend? Never. Just because they won at a Quidditch game and I had too much punch. He´s all bark no bite. What about you though?”

He was caught off guard by your question, which made you chuckle softly. “Me?”

“Yes, you Mister I had a glow-up over the summer holidays!”

He blushed, had you just complimented him? Awkwardly, he scratched the back of his neck, making you take notice of his strengthened arms and broader shoulders.

“Didn´t you dance with Ginny Weasley at the Yule ball?”

“The yule ball is long gone.” He explained and you nodded understanding.

“But as if your Gryffindor girls didn´t notice your change in appearance?” You asked lurking while leaning over the table. Neville shrugged. Yes, he had comments, but no girl had ever approached him. It was something he could only dream of. He might have changed on the outside, but on his inside, he still felt like the slender boy.

“Maybe you should ask someone out!” You exclaimed instead and his eyes traveled from the table filled with dirt and old roots, to your eyes. Your grin slightly dropped as he continued to stare at you directly and breathing calmly, until his gaze wandered to your lips.

Tilting your head ever so slightly to the side, your playful grin returned. What was happening?

“What makes you think I´d go out with you?”

It took all of his and Merlin´s bravery to answer as confidently as possible, while leaning forward as well.

“Maybe you´d enjoy not having to carry your act and not wearing that fake smile of yours.”

The corners of your mouth dropped immediately.

You liked to play, but there were these moments, standing still between time and reality, where you felt a hole in your heart.

Lonely, you felt lonely more often than anyone could´ve imagine, but no one ever seemed to care enough. Meaningless make out sessions only filled that void for short periods of time.

Your expression hardened and you pulled back, your hands hugging your side. The feeling of someone getting so close and personal felt new and you didn´t like vulnerability.

Slytherin, pure-blooded with a rich family; you were raised to act strong and independent, at the same time upstage. Your family was picture perfect in that very sense, but you craved the feeling of warmth and safety.

“What makes you think I´m faking?”

It was Neville´s time to chuckle, it was so absurdly easy to tell for him.

“Why should I tell you their names?” He asked instead, but your back was still facing his direction.

“Why does the cold-hearted Slytherin girl even care? No, you don't have to wear your best fake smile. Not with me. It´s just me after all.”

Silence settled, you felt your heavy breathing and the burning inside your stomach. The worst of all? Neville was right. And even though, he barely knew you, he could see behind the façade. Bitter taste spread in your mouth, slowly running down your throat into your stomach.

“I´m sorry, I had no right to say that.”

You spun around, facing the tall brown-haired boy again. He saw your teary eyes and your shivering body. He had struck a delicate chord, that he didn´t know the existence of.

Yet, you weren´t able to form any words. Neville cleared his throat, taking off the gloves and making his way towards the door.

“I think, you might need some time for yourself.”

You wanted to protest, stepping closer to him.

“You can´t leave me, what about our punishment?”

Neville let out another soft chuckle. “You´re here for punishment, I´m here because I wanted to help.”

Then he left you standing in the dim light of the green house, darkness surrounding the garden area for the herb class. You felt as the night crawled into the space and further in, right into your body.

You couldn´t sleep that night after finishing your chores. Your mind was running crazy; Neville Longbottom was right and you both knew it.

After endless turning in your bed, you got up with the first ray of sunshine on the next Saturday morning. As hard as the nightly events had been on your mind, you had come to terms with them.

You were so done; you didn´t and couldn´t care anymore.

There was only one thing left, that you hadn´t quiet figured out.

Why by Merlin’s beard, did a certain, shy Gryffindor boy not leave your mind. You remembered how Neville had left the greenhouse the night before; well, he did rather stroll.

The pure thought of it made heat rise to your cheeks and your stomach tumbling.

Was this boy, who had never stood out in a crowd due to his insecure posture and his crooked teeth, suddenly winning your cold, Slytherin heart?

No you don't have to wear your best fake smile

Don't have to stand there and burn inside

Your steps hurried through the great hall, but instead you found yourself at the Gryffindor table right in front of none other than Hermione Granger. Even at this early hour, she was leaning over a pile of papers and books. Surprised and confused, she looked up to you. Besides some minor contentions, which were mostly related to house pride, the two of you never much more to exchange views. Hermione had sorted you, just like most of the students, as an ambitious Slytherin girl with a reputation, to have a liking in playing with fire. But unlike other classmates in green uniforms, you never said a word about families with other bloodlines.

“Do you know where Neville is?”

Her mouth gaped a little open, completely confused by your statement.

“Neville? Neville Longbottom?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes.”

“Why do you want to know?”

Your jaw tightened, the talk and gossip was inevitable anyways and just like Neville had stated; Why does the cold-hearted Slytherin girl even care?

“I want to ask him out.”

If Hermione’s mouth was open before, her jaw basically dropped to the floor. She always knew the right, and considerable fitting words, but she was speechless now.

“He likes to take morning walks around the lake”, she mumbled.

“Thank you.” You nodded appreciating, before leaving her again.

The morning was cold and fresh wind hollered around the towers of the school. It was easy to find his tall figure, he was the only one walking at the lake. When he caught eye of your approaching, he couldn´t help but smile a little as his heartbeat quickened. Even with your messy hair and tired eyes, clearly your conversation yesterday had led to some sleep loss, you looked stunning to him.

A few feet in front of him, you stopped abruptly.

“Hi!”

Good job Y/n, very creative, you thought to yourself. Had he always been this tall? You wondered as you had to stare up a little. And his eyes, did you never notice his calm and kind eyes?!

“Hi?”

“I-“, you took a deep breath, then you continued. “I thought about what you said and you were right. I shouldn´t care, because it doesn´t make me happy.”

Neville nodded understanding, he appeared a little aloof. “I´m glad I could help.”

In the daylight, things were differently. His bravery to speak out his mind was gone, he had remembered who you are, and who he was. It all felt like a far dream to him. He wanted to keep walking, save himself the blushes and humiliation. But you were a true Slytherin, determined to keep going.

“Do you want to go out on a date with me?” You asked, practically yelling to stop him from leaving and Neville stopped in his tracks, slowly turning back to you. His face had softened, the same kind expression from the night before.

She used to put it out and get it all back

But now she's slipping trying to carry the act

She's sweating under the lights, now she's beginning to crack

“I don´t want to wear my fake smile and I think you´re cute and funny, maybe I can genuinely smile for once.”

Neville smiled from ear to ear, as he stepped closer to you, carefully taking your hands in his. There were warm and slightly rough from the garden work.

“It would be my pleasure to go out with you and maybe make you laugh a little.”

Now, finally, your lips grew into a smile as well and Neville´s hand placed a strand of hair back behind your ear.

“It truly suits you.”

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thatesqcrush · 4 years

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After Hours

Bryan Kneef x Reader. NSFW. For holiday bingo: very, very loosely “ugly sweater.” But it’s my bingo, sooo, c’est la vie. Follow-up to “The Trip” and “The Trip, Pt. 2.” Bryan makes good on a promise to reader.

WC: 3010

You were surprised when you and Bryan flew back into Chicago that he did not make immediately good on his promise to fuck you in the office. In fact, it seemed that Bryan was done with you – he was all business in the office, no pleasure. You watched with secret jealousy and longing as he flirted and charmed everyone in the office – with the exception of Diane, of course. You even tried to dress a little nicer in the office, in hopes that he would notice. You tried to even bring up a novice mistake Diane had made in court and it was met with a curt smile and raised brows that screamed ‘are we done here?’

That all changed one late evening in the Firm’s copy center. A partner in your own right, you had your own stockpile of paralegals to call on handle whatever you needed. But it was late – and it was the holidays. Unlike other attorneys, it felt cruel to keep them burning the midnight oil. You had worked for asshole bosses like that when you were a paralegal many moons ago and you always vowed to not do that if you ever became an attorney.

You were fiddling around the printer, nary a soul in sight. The overhead lighting was awfully bright and it was emanating a hum. The monstrous printer was jammed and you could not figure out why it was still jammed even though you had removed the stuck paper. Your heels ached and throbbed from the day and with not even an afterthought, you took them off, leaving your feet bare – but still in stockings.

Your frustration was mounting and you decided to kick the machine, which somehow kickstarted the machine back to life, spitting out an obscene amount of pages as if it were confetti. You hit stop and gathered the paper from the floor. Finding some useable pages, you pumped the air victoriously before going back to your office. You remained sans shoes, enjoying how the floor felt against your feet. You spotted a ‘wet floor’ sign ahead and with a weary sigh, you slipped your heels back on, groaning.

Your heels clacked down the hallway to your office, echoing loudly with each step on the marbled floor. You paused in your step, when you realized despite your dim office and surroundings, that Bryan was in your office. He was leaning against the doorway, waiting with a drink in one hand and a cigar in another.

“Bryan? What are you doing here?” You asked, pushing past him. You stood at your desk, and continued to bind your courtesy copies, so it could be picked up by the messenger in the morning and be hand delivered to court.

Bryan cocked his head and swept his eyes over you, taking in your form. Your shirt was untucked from your pencil skirt, but it was not long enough to hide your form, with shapely and curvy hips and thighs. Bryan had been with his share of women – and men – but there was something about a person with curves that he was always a sucker for. There was something about how a bit softer they were, the way a pair of thicker thighs would feel against his hands as his hips crashed against them – something the way a pair of big tits spilled over his hands as his mouth nipped and sucked on them. He loved watching their tits bounce as they rode him or how his fingers sunk into their luscious hips as he took them from behind.

And ever since you and he fucked at the conference, which basically was almost every night until you both flew home, he could not get you out of his mind. He tried to keep things back to business but even weeks later, there you were still, from work meetings to partner votes.

At one meeting in particular, he sat next to you and he had to will himself to not slip his hand up your dress from under the desk. That then led to the image of you under his desk sucking him off. He ended up having to take matters into his own hands and rub one out that afternoon in his office.

He took notice at how you upped your appearance – skirts that hugged your shapely hips and (in his opinion, ugly) sweaters with a v-neck which showed off the swells of your tits. Your lips were always decorated in some kind of bold color and he could imagine those soft pillowy lips around his cock. The promise in Florida haunted him and he decided to make good on those words.

“I was on a settlement call with Tokyo when I noticed your office lights. I never see you here this late.” Bryan replied, his voice low and gravelly. The smell of the cigar burning – which to you smelled like coffee and surprisingly burnt marshmallow filled the air. The combination of that and his cologne sent your senses into overdrive.

“I am finishing up on some courtesy copies and then heading home.” You replied, continuing to work, avoiding his eyes.

“There’s a hundred paralegals in this place – you should offload that to one of them.” Bryan replied, taking a sip of his drink. He shut the door behind him before sitting down in front of your desk and kicking his legs up.

You shot him a look. “It’s fine – it’s humbling at least. You should always know how to do the mundane tasks – it makes you a better manager when you can relate to your subordinates.”

Bryan rolled his eyes and puffed on his cigar. “Sure, whatever you say.”

“Are you here to just antagonize me or…?” You asked, now placing your hands on your hips. You gave him an unyielding glare to which he responded with a dangerous smile. Your glare softened, feeling very much like prey being hunted. You swallowed hard, feeling your stomach knot up.

“What if it’s or?” Bryan asked, his voice laced with lust. He swung his legs off the desk and placed the drink and cigar on your desk before standing and walking over to you. A sound rumbled from his chest and you froze in your spot as he took place behind you.

Your eyes met his. There was palpable tension and you’d wonder who’d crack first. You got your answer quickly as he pressed himself lewdly against your buttocks; you could feel his hard bulge.

Bryan’s large hands gripped the tops of your arms and he nuzzled your neck, his beard tickling your skin and further heightening the feelings of arousal that were beginning to stir. You let out a soft sigh in response, nearly sinking back into him.

“Remember what I said in Florida?” Bryan whispered into your ear. He nipped your ear playfully which caused you to shudder. His mouth found the slope of your neck and he sucked a deep mark on your skin, before using his teeth to nip some more. Your eyes fluttered shut..

“Yes.” You half moaned. You could feel your heartbeat and pulse quicken as Bryan soothed the bruised skin with his warm, wet tongue.

Bryan ran his hands down your arms and then to the curves of your hips trailing down until he got to the hem. Your breathing began to quicken in anticipation of what he’d do next. Bryan let out a growl as he pushed up your skirt and discovered you were wearing stockings with peacock feather lace tops which were held up with blush colored garters. Finishing the look was a matching blush pink thong panty.

“My, my… is this for me?” Bryan murmured against your skin. You slowly turned around and looked down, meeting his eyes, which were blown with lust.

“Yes. It’s all for you.” You admitted, averting your eyes briefly.

Bryan stood and faced you, using his index finger to tilt your face to his. “I fucking knew it.” Bryan whispered. “Your daddy’s little slut Y/N.”

“Yes, daddy.” You replied weakly, dizzy with desire.

Bryan pulled you into a kiss. Your mouths mashed against one another’s, your tongues rolling around and exploring each other’s mouths. You could taste the alcohol and cigar smoke and you moaned as he sucked in your bottom lip. You ran your hands through his thick hair and his hands grabbed at your ass, rolling the fat between his fingers.

“Is this what you want?” Bryan asked as he pressed your body closer to his; you could feel his erection against your stomach.

You ran your hands down to his collar and tugged him down. Bryan followed your lead as you hoisted yourself onto your desk, not caring at all that that objects on your desk fell over to the floor. Bryan made quick work of undoing the buttons of your blouse and spreading it open. His hand ran down your sternum before he reached down to the cups of your bra, your breasts popping out. His mouth immediately latched onto a nipple, rolling his tongue over a hardened bud. He used his free hand to pinch and roll your other nipple. Your head lolled at the sensations, your body was warm with increasing desire. He switched his mouth to your other nipple, sucking and nipping harder than he did to the other one, causing you to whine.

“I need to hear it Y/N. Or this all stops.” Bryan growled against your flesh before using his teeth to graze a nipple.

“Yes.” You finally managed to choke the words to describe your assent. “Fuck me.”

Bryan stood straight, his eyes taking in your appearance. Your hair was fanned out on the desk, your tits exposed, and your skirt pushed up to your waist, legs spread. The garter straps were strained along your skin as the elasticity was pushed to its limits. He undid the hooks and then stretched your legs wider. He felt his some primal urge swell deep inside at the very noticeable wet spot on your panties.

He bent down so that he was on his knees; his breath was warm against your soaking cunt, and you were desperate to relieve the aching in between your legs. He cupped your clothed pussy with his palm. “You’re so wet.” Bryan noted, a pleased lilt in his voice. He slipped a finger in and he let out his own groan of satisfaction at how easily it sunk in. Your cunt gripped his finger tightly and you sighed in relief at the feeling of his finger stroke you.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, your back arching off the desk at the sensation. Bryan’s tongue lapped one long hard strip from your opening up to your clit, the wet, warm muscle circling your bundle of nerves before his lips closed around it. You groaned, murmuring Bryan’s name with praise. You grabbed at your own flesh, pinching and tugging on your nipples, as you felt your orgasm begin to build.

Now two fingers pressed at your core, slowly sinking inside, curling them and stroking your sweet spot while his thumb rubbed your clit. You couldn’t think straight, all you could focus on was the orgasm that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach and desperate for release. Your chest was heaving, a light sweat breaking out everywhere.

Bryan worked your orgasm alternating with his mouth and fingers. You were on the edge teetering, just about to let go and fall off. He could feel you clenching around his fingers. Bryan’s hot mouth was back to abusing your clit with such vigor.

“Oh god, oh god, I am going to cum!” You sobbed. His fingers curled to your g-spot again, and the feeling was even more intense than usual.

“Come for me like a good girl.” Bryan commanded. Your body obediently obeyed. You wailed his name as you fell apart, this orgasm different from any other you had, practically shooting out. Your pussy clenched over his fingers and a warm, wet liquid emanated from your body.

Bryan groaned, as he buried his face against you before sucking your clit once more, coming off with a wet squelch. You lay there shuddering, completely dazed at what just happened. Bryan pulled you up and kissed you hard. His beard was soaked and you could smell and taste yourself on his beard.

“Never made a woman squirt before. That was fucking hot.” Bryan rumbled, as lecherous grin spread over his bearded mouth.

“Is that what it was?” You asked, reaching up to touch his soaked beard in amazement.

Bryan nodded. “I have watched enough porn to know that was definitely that.” You leaned up to kiss Bryan again. He kissed you softly this time as he undid the buckle of his pants. Bryan’s lips remained on yours as he used his hands to push down his pants and boxers, releasing his hard cock. You moved to bend and return the favor, but Bryan shook his head. He waved his index finger around. “On your back, facing me.”

You gave him a curious look but did as told. Your head was to the edge of the desk and watched near upside down as Bryan pumped his cock. The air was erotically charged; seeing his hard cock – knowing you were the reason it was the way it was – made you feel powerful. Some cum wept out and he used that as lubrication as he pumped his cock. You bit your lip once more to stifle a moan as you snaked your own hand down to rub your clitoris.

Bryan ended with his head near your head; his cock sticking up gloriously straight in the air. It gave him a beautiful if upside-down view of your face and breasts. You leaned your head over the edge and he leaned forward into your mouth. Bryan thrusted in and out your mouth, relishing in the feel of your tongue on his erection. His cock felt heavy and delicious, stretching your mouth. Bryan cupped your breasts again as he continued thrusting in and out of your mouth. You sucked the pre-cum that dripped out from the slit in the head of his cock. The salty taste flooded your mouth. Bryan grunted as your tongue, soft and warm, swiveled over his cock. You licked every ridge and meaty vein before you hollowed your cheeks to suck him harder. You spread your legs wantonly and continued to pump your fingers, in and out and in again.

Bryan grunted as he leaned further to cover your hand, guiding you as you pleasured yourself. You slipped your fingers out and Bryan sucked them clean before slipping his thick fingers in, replacing yours. You moaned against his cock once and the vibrations caused Bryan’s hips to jerk in response. Your hands wrapped against the backs of his thighs. You could feel him getting close - the sinewy muscles in his thighs were twitching and trembling. Bryan stumbled backwards, leaving your mouth and aching pussy empty.

You let out a sound of frustration as Bryan walked over to the other side. You thought he’d might climb the desk and fuck you, but instead, he pulled you down to standing. You felt light-head as the blood rushed back down from your head. He pulled down your panties and he began to stroke himself against your soaked pussy. Over and over he rubbed his cock along your folds and swollen cit. It was rousing and lewd, the filthy act of him using you to get himself off, as if you were his own personal sex doll. You hooked your arms around his neck and began to undulate your hips, rubbing yourself equally on his thick, hard cock. It didn’t take long and Bryan groaned, shuddering against you as he came along your mound and panties in thick, hot, white, creamy ropes.

Bryan took a step back to survey the damage done – there you were, standing with your tits hanging out, your hair askew, and your panties ruined with your release as well as his. Bryan gathered some of his release onto his finger and offered it to you. You sucked in his finger, as if you were mimicking the blow job you had just given him. Your want and desire had grown exponentially and your pussy ached to be filled up and wrecked by his monster cock.

“In due time.” Bryan spoke. “We’ll continue at the New Years party.”

“Excuse me?” You asked. “We’re not…?”

Another grin appeared. Bryan reached and pulled up your panties until they were back on and he rubbed your clothed mound, that was full of his cum and your own messy release.

Bryan stood back and tucked himself. He pressed one last kiss to your lips. “New Year’s. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You nodded. “Okay.” Seeing your disappointed look, Bryan kissed you once more. “Good girls get rewarded with daddy’s cum. So be good for me. Or else.”

Arousal shot through your body at his promise and threat. “Ok daddy.”

“Good.” Bryan replied with a wink. He turned to leave, with a very certain swag in his walk. You were now alone, in complete disarray of the evening’s events. But you had to admit, having his come in your panties made you feel completely defiled; you could hardly wait for New Year’s Eve.

Soon enough.

TBC.

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hehron · 4 years

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Memories of Halloween

This takes place soon after Harry’s trial in fifth year.

Edit: My fic Mischief On Halloween, if you're curious about how the Marauders spent their Halloweens!

“-And so I have proven that Harry Potter was indeed innocent,” Fred said, dressed in transfigured purple robes, a fake beard and half-moon spectacles.

“Impossible!” George exclaimed, shaking his head so hard that the lime green bowler hat slipped off his head.

“Noooooo!” Ginny moaned, pretending to be a member of the Wizengamot. “Dumbledore! You have thwarted us again.”

“You are no match for the great Dumbledore!” Ron said, dressed as a supporting member. “Or for the great Harry Potter!”

Harry groaned. “Guys…”

“Hermione!” Ron called. “It’s your line.”

“I told you I’m not going to pretend to be Amelia Bones.”

“Spoilsport,” Fred accused. “Harry, come! We must dance to victory!” He dragged Harry over and did a rather embarrassing victory jig.

“I won’t blame the Ministry for thinking Professor Dumbledore’s going senile if he did that over there,” Hermione muttered.

“What are you all up to?” Sirius asked curiously, entering with Lupin and Tonks.

“Just a little role-playing of Harry’s daring escape from the Evil Cornelius Fudge and the Ministry of Magic,” George said, with a cackle.

“Looks like an early Halloween celebration,” Tonks grinned.

“It’s a muggle tradition,” Hermione explained to the rest of them. “Dressing up and going trick or treating.”

“We know! To go to Hogwarts and have Lee Jordan tell us about it! Never been more disappointed, eh, Gred?”

“Oh, the tragedy!”

“Not like you missed anything. You two play pranks on us every day,” Ron grumbled, earning him identical grins from the twins.

“You both must have celebrated it,” Ginny turned to Harry and Hermione.

“Once or twice. Mum and Dad weren’t overly fond of sweets, and it wasn’t as if I was popular with the neighbours’ kids,” Hermione trailed off.

“What about you, Harry?” Lupin asked, both him and Sirius giving him intense looks.

“Erm- I wasn’t allowed to go. Dudley once dressed up as Superman but ended up putting a fuss about having to go around the block for candy. From then on, Uncle Vernon just bought him his own sweets so that Dudders didn’t ever have to walk again.”

“What a lazy pig!” Ginny exclaimed.

“You’ve never gone trick or treating again?” Sirius asked quietly.

“No, but it wasn’t a big deal to me- wait- again?”

Lupin smiled sadly. “Your parents loved Halloween, especially your mother.”

Harry felt the others move away, pretending to talk about the twins’ products.

“Really?” He asked, his heart racing. He was willing to accept any little story about them. Such was his desperation to find out about the parents he never got to know.

“Yeah,” Sirius said wistfully. “On your first Halloween, James dressed you up in little antlers and paraded you around as Prongs Jr. And Lily! She went all out. Decorating the house with pumpkins and toys, inviting all our friends, and showing you off. Merlin, it was the best Halloween we ever had, and we had a lot of great Halloweens.”

Harry listened with rapt attention. He had known his parents had loved him, but to hear it put in such simple terms left a lump at the back of his throat.

“How did you celebrate before?” He asked.

Sirius and Lupin let out fond chuckles, both looking years younger.

“We- we would do all sorts of things,” Lupin said.

“In our first year, we ran into a werewolf,” Sirius grinned, and Harry’s eyes snapped to Lupin.

“Yes, Harry, it was me, but they didn’t know it back then.”

“It was wild! Your mother thought it was a prank and petted his snout. We all thought she was in over her head,” Sirius laughed.

“It was on the next Halloween that they figured out that I was the werewolf,” Lupin added.

“Remember when we tried to crash Dorcas and Mary’s party?” Sirius asked, causing Lupin to playfully groan.

“And of course, it was on Halloween that your parents finally got together,” Sirius seemed to want to say more, but stopped, gulping hard.

“Alice and I’d been trying to set them up for a long time,” Lupin said exasperatedly. “They used to drive us mad with their stubbornness.”

“Alice?” Harry asked, having a fair idea who it was.

“Neville’s mother,” Lupin answered.

“She was your mother’s best friend, along with Marlene McKinnon.” He said, fleetingly glancing at Sirius.

“Alice,” Sirius said in a loud voice, “was Molly’s cousin.”

This caught everyone’s attention.

“Neville’s our cousin?” Ron asked baffled.

“Several times removed, but yes.”

“I wonder if he knows,” Hermione mused.

“This makes you going with him to the ball even weirder Gin-Gin,” George said.

“We went as friends,” Ginny scowled.

“I remember them all,” Tonks interrupted. “Whenever Sirius babysat me, he’d bring me over to their flat.”

“Sirius babysat you?” Fred asked incredulously.

“You’ve met my parents?” Harry asked, at the same time.

“Oh yeah, I knew all of them, well, all except Remus,” She added as an afterthought.

“Remus thought he’d be too dangerous around her,” Sirius said. “Utter rubbish as I’ve told him, in the past and present.”

Lupin sent Sirius a cold look, which he returned, making Harry think they were talking about something else entirely.

“People underestimate the danger of things in the current climate,” Lupin said mildly.

“People underestimate how much time they have left as well,” Sirius said through gritted teeth.

“Exactly. Things should be told before it’s too late.”

“Hold on a minute,” Fred interrupted them. “What on earth are you talking about?”

They both snapped out of it, both seemingly remembering half a dozen eyes on them.

“Whatever you were talking about,” Tonks said airily. “Remus is right. Things should be told before it’s too late.”

Lupin glanced at her, a flush creeping into his cheeks, but refrained from commenting.

“What are all of you doing?” Mrs Weasley asked from the kitchen. “If you’re simply wasting time, you could help me by setting the plates.”

“I’ll help, Molly,” Lupin said immediately. Tonks’ face fell, and Sirius's angry eyes followed him out.

Harry caught Ron’s eye and was happy to note that he looked just as clueless as he felt. Hermione had a frown on her face, and Ginny seemed to come to have come to her own conclusions about whatever that was. Fred and George, deciding it wasn’t interesting anymore, started going off about designing products specific to Halloween, that Harry prayed Mrs Weasley wouldn’t hear.

“Are you all right?” Sirius asked him after a while.

Harry lowered his eyes. He had felt shaken ever since the implications of the story had sunk in.

“It was on Halloween,” He said, his throat scratchy. “They died on their favourite holiday.”

“Believe me, Harry, I’ve spent the last fourteen years thinking about how messed up that is, how fate could be so cruel to us,” He said with pain in his eyes. “But no matter what, I can say with certainty that James and Lily would still love Halloween, would want you to love it.”

“What about you?” Harry asked quietly.

Sirius closed his eyes looking more pained than ever.

“Y-Yes,” He breathed shakily. “I can’t explain it, and I don’t expect you to understand, but Halloween… It was the start of everything good in my life and those memories... They’re enough to get me through it.”

“I get it,” Harry smiled after a minute, looking over at Ron and Hermione, who were bickering over something again. “It was the beginning of everything good my life too.”

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goldencuffs · 4 years

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fake dating au part two

Whenever Laurent was overwhelmed, or feeling the kind of loneliness even a good cock couldn’t cure, he would sneak off into the library in the north wing of the Palace, where most of his mother’s official portraits were displayed.

Laurent loved all of them; Hennike was smiling in every single one, blonde hair curled perfectly, and teeth a stunning white. The colouring of her gowns and crowns were so bright, even painted, they seemed to shine in the dullest light. Laurent didn’t really know her; she had died three days after giving birth to him, but he had watched so many interviews and home videos of her, he felt like he had. She had been beautiful, well spoken, and everyone had been shocked when she had fallen for Al, because she had been betrothed to someone else.

Laurent liked coming down here to talk to her. It helped to have her listen to his dramatic tirades. He had started doing it when he was thirteen, when Auguste had enlisted in military training and left him alone, but had stopped a few months later, when Al caught him, his face ashen as he’d watched his youngest son babble to his dead wife.

After that, Laurent made sure to only come down in the dead of night, when he was absolutely desperate.

Which was clearly now; Laurent’s head had been spinning since the dinner at Heston’s. Even dessert hadn’t cheered him up — Heston, the absolute cretin, had served only four options of dessert and not a single one had chocolate in them. Not even one! It was like people intentionally went out of their way to put Laurent in a foul mood. Laurent had already drafted a wordy letter about Heston’s appalling lack of class and hosting abilities on the way home, and he was going to send it to the local tabloid first thing in the morning.

Laurent paced around the library, addressing his favourite portrait of his mother. It was her wedding portrait, and he loved all the detailing in it. The blush pink flowers in her bouquet matched her lipstick and her blush, and the tiara she was wearing had 588 diamonds in it. It was called The Laurent Tiara, and when Laurent had found out it had been Hennike’s favourite crown, he’d cried into his pillowcase for an embarrassingly long time.

“If I tell Al the truth now, he’ll kill me,” Laurent wailed at an appropriately low volume; he was very considerate of the sleeping guards when he threw his tantrums. “Or worse — get me married! Oh god, he’ll set me up with that idiot Torveld and I’ll have to spend the rest of my life hearing about his coin collection. Who even uses cash anymore? And what exactly is the point of having money if you can’t use it? And has Al even considered the aesthetics of our coupling? How are we supposed to wear matching outfits if Torveld looks rubbish in Egyptian blue and azure? Hello! Those are my signature colours!” Laurent sunk down on the lumpy sofa and buried his head in his hands. “Maybe death really is the better option.” He looked up at Hennike’s green eyes. “Is heaven overrated? Where would you personally place it on a scale of one to ten?”

She didn’t answer him, obviously. It was no use, anyway; Laurent was definitely not getting into heaven.

Laurent woke up irritated and unrested, and not for his usual, fun reasons. He hadn’t come up with any sort of solution to his dilemma and he had had a very strange dream where Damianos punched him while Al watched on. Then the scene had changed, and Laurent was on stage accepting his tenth Oscar for Best Actor, even though he had yet to star in any films.

“I’m thinking of becoming an actor,” Laurent told Al later that night during dinner.

Al’s eyes narrowed and his mouth became a sharp line. “What?”

“I mean, I have the looks, obviously. And really, how hard is acting anyway? Clearly you don’t even need to be very good at it to star in a movie — look at Channing Tatum. I’m sorry, but it’s very obvious his height was the only thing that got him into Hollywood, and even then it’s not that impressive.”

Al put down his knife and fork. “Can we —” He sounded very strained, “have a normal conversation for once.”

Laurent considered this. “I don’t think we’ve had enough conversations to statistically find out what constitutes a normal one,” he said. Al went red, so he continued, “So you don’t think acting is for me? Shall I try directing then? Or maybe —” He sat up excitedly in his chair. “I could write movies! I have so many ideas! Why, for instance, has no one considered a gay version of The Princess Bride? What would that even be called? The Prince Groom? Ugh, no, that’s terrible. Oh, who am I kidding — with my face and my body I have no choice but to be on camera. Otherwise, it’d be such a waste.”

The vein in Al’s forehead was throbbing. If he had been wearing his crown, it would have gone unnoticed, but like this, it was rather unflattering.

Al said, “Laurent,” in a sombre tone. “I really hope you’re joking.”

“About The Prince Groom? Kind of. But the acting thing — would it really be that bad?”

“You are a prince,” Al said, teeth clenched. “If it is the glam and glitz you want, you have more than enough here.”

Laurent, uncomfortably, thought of his room, the only place in the Palace that was truly his, devoid completely of personal artefacts. He swallowed. “Yes, well.” He tried a smile. “Maybe I should borrow another crown from the royal archives. I don’t think I’ve worn one with emeralds yet.”

Al resumed eating. “Speaking of crowns,” he said, completely glossing over Laurent’s last statement. “I’d like you to wear the Crown of Naos when King Damianos arrives.”

Laurent’s mouth dropped open. “As if! Al, the gold colouring on that completely washes me out! Not to mention the fact that that thing weighs like, five kilograms!”

Al’s nostrils flared at the word Al. He said, “The crown is a gift from Damianos’ great great grandfather to yours. It will be an appropriate and symbolic gesture if you wear it.”

“But why can’t you wear it? Or Auguste?”

“I am not the one having an affair with the King of Akielos,” said Al.

Oh, right. Laurent had forgotten about that. But what was the point? It wasn’t as though Damianos would recognise the gesture. If anything, he might think of it as inappropriate.

Instead he said, “Well, gee, Al, I didn’t peg you as a romantic.” Laurent fluttered his lashes a little.

Al pushed away his plate. “I’m done, thank you.” A servant immediately came to clear away his food.

Al left the dining hall, his shoulders tight. Laurent wished Auguste would hurry back home already.

In the morning, on the way back from the stables, Jord said, “Looks like your wish came true.”

Laurent stopped dead. “Oh my god — is Pierre-Alexis Dumas here? Is he finally going to collab with me?”

“Who’s Pierre-Alexis Dumas?” said Jord.

Laurent whirled on him. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“Sorry.” Jord said, not sounding the slightest bit sorry. The audacity! “But look.” He pointed past Laurent, to the front of the Palace.

Laurent looked. There was a nondescript black limousine parked on the long, gravel pathway. Laurent would have dismissed it, if he didn’t spot sight of Jeurre, Auguste’s chauffeur, leant up against one of the doors, smoking.

Laurent gasped. He passed on his bridle to Jord, who fumbled to catch it, and ran inside.

Auguste and Al were in the plate room. Al was sitting on the large, velvet throne, a glass of whiskey in his hand. It wasn’t even noon! And he was baring his teeth in that weird way — smiling, as he called it.

Auguste was standing in front of him, hands behind his back. He had gotten very tan, and his hair was much darker, a strange golden colour that made the blue-green of his eyes more appealing.

They both turned when Laurent entered. Al’s mouth was already drooping at the sight of him, but Laurent only had eyes for his brother, whom he hadn’t seen in eight whole months.

Laurent wanted to hug him, which surprised even himself. Laurent was not a hugger. He wasn’t much of a toucher, either, unless it involved getting laid.

Auguste gave him a nod. He sometimes acted so much like Al, it disgusted Laurent; the only difference was that Auguste’s eyes were always kind.

Laurent peered at him closely, shocked. “What have you done to yourself? Are you having a mid-life crisis? Should we call Paschal for a yearly psych evaluation?”

Auguste laughed. “It’s a moustache, Laurent. It’s very fashionable in Kempt, you know.”

“It’s horrendous!” Laurent cried. He stared at the thick hair above Auguste’s top lip in horror. “Right. I’m officially ruling Kempt out as a holiday destination this summer if all the men are growing that.”

Al’s eyebrows furrowed. “I like it. It’s very refined.”

“Oh god, now we have to get rid of it,” said Laurent, which made Al frown and Auguste laugh. Auguste squeezed Laurent’s shoulder. He was always mindful of Laurent’s boundaries. “I think you’ve grown taller.”

“I haven’t,” Laurent said. He showed off his riding boots. “See? It’s three inches of heel.”

“Very impractical,” Al said under his breath, which was not a very Kingly thing to do.

Auguste was still smiling. “I like it. It matches the piping of your coat.”

“Yes, exactly!” Laurent was so happy in that moment, he leant forward and hugged Auguste. It was very short, but Auguste looked so pleased afterwards, Laurent wished he had prolonged it.

“Did you get me anything?” he asked, to cover the embarrassment following his sudden burst of affection.

Auguste raised an eyebrow. “I’m hurt, Laurent. You’re not going to ask me about my classes or my rather excellent Anthropology professor?”

Laurent scrunched up his face. “Are you stalling because you didn’t get me anything?”

Auguste smiled. “There’s about fifty boxes of Grand Cru chocolate in your bedroom.”

Laurent’s sound of ecstasy was too loud; Al spilled some of his whiskey onto his pants. Auguste clapped him on the back in commiseration.

As the servants laid out a small meal — roses of smoked salmon on cucumber slices, macaroons, thin slices of cured meat and cheese, crunchy shrimp salad on crusty rolls, grapes and strawberries and mango and pineapple, individual strawberry shortcakes, that kind of thing — Auguste said, “Father tells me you’re having an affair with the King of Akielos.” He said it casually enough, but Laurent could see he wasn’t thrilled about the idea.

Laurent swallowed his last bite of sandwich and placed a hand on his heart. “Al! You should know better than to gossip, shame on you!”

Al just sighed, a long, suffering sound, and Auguste glared openly at him. “I thought you promised to stop disrespecting Father like that.”

Laurent’s stomach pooled with an uncomfortable tightness. Being told off by Auguste somehow was always worse than being told off by Al.

“Fine,” Laurent said shortly. He said to Al: “Oh dearest Father, Papa, Your Majesty, light of my life, the man who impregnated Queen Hennike, so I, your glorious creation, could be born to bring some joy to this bleak, bleak world: stop gossiping immediately.”

There was a very long pause. Then Auguste laughed. “You are such a shit.”

Al sighed again. “He’s becoming more and more insolent by the day.”

“Thank you so much,” Laurent said, wiping away an imaginary tear.

Auguste barked another laugh. Al sipped more whiskey; a very good sign. Laurent was going to take advantage of this; he wanted a new watch.

Auguste continued his questioning a few minutes later. “So. You and the King — it’s true?”

Laurent flapped a hand. “Oh, you know how it is. He saw those pictures of me from Aimeric’s birthday party where I wore those silk shorts that were just long enough to be tasteful and the poor darling had absolutely no choice but to slide into my DMs and woo me.”

“What’s a DM?” asked Al, and if the question had come from anyone else, Laurent would have found it adorable. He probably would have tweeted it as well.

“Texting,” Auguste said. He seemed contemplative. “Aimeric’s birthday — from last September? It’s been a bit more than a year.”

“Yes,” said Laurent. He tried to say it as wistfully as possible. “He bought me a Ferrarri.”

“Really?” Auguste sounded impressed. “The 1954?”

Laurent grinned. “Do you want to drive it?”

“Fuck yeah,” Auguste said, then quickly cleared his throat and looked at their father. “I mean, yes. Perhaps later in the afternoon.”

Al shook his head, but he didn’t say anything for the rest of the meal. Well, he didn’t say anything to Laurent. He really was in a good mood.

Having Auguste back had Laurent so distracted it wasn’t until a few days later that he realised how frantically the staff were cleaning the floors and walls and painting frames.

In fact, he became so relaxed doing less than nothing all day, since Al was too busy doing this and that, or fawning over Auguste, he didn’t comprehend why the chefs needed fifty boars delivered fresh on Friday morning, until Al told him before their weekly Council, “I want you to wear your red high neck blouse tomorrow.”

“Why?” Laurent asked, checking for any fine lines in the shine of the armour of one of the propped knights in the hallway.

“It is the colour of the Akielos banner. I am trying to seem as diplomatic as possible.”

Laurent went very, very still. With dawning horror, he said, “The — Damianos is coming tomorrow?”

Al’s expression turned thunderous. “Do not waste my time asking stupid questions, Laurent. You know how much I despise it.”

Laurent’s eyes widened. “Oh no,” he said quietly, real fear settling into his bones. Damianos was going to murder him tomorrow. He would need to get a facial tonight, to ensure he was the most beautiful corpse the human eye had seen. And then something much more horrific occurred to him. “Wait! I can’t wear the red high neck with the Crown of Naos! Those colours completely clash!”

Al seemed to age a few centuries in a blink of an eye. With a shake of his head, he walked into the Chambers, leaving Laurent alone in the hallway.

Laurent frowned. One of these days, he was going to be the one storming out. It was only fair.

Things only got worse.

Laurent’s last minute facial broke him out, so he threatened to sue and smashed one of their stupid reclining chairs.

Laurent had honestly thought that was going to be the worst of it; the pimple along his jawline was easy to cover up once he got the local dermatologist to inject something in it.

But on the morning of Damianos’ arrival, Laurent was in a terrible mood. He hadn’t slept at all, worried about his pimple, his horrible outfit, and the fact that a man who was the size of a small house — Google said Damianos was 6’6”, but he was definitely way more, no arguments — was going to viciously kill him.

“Hurry up,” Laurent snapped at the servant dressing him, who had been pulling too sharply at his laces for the last six minutes.

“Yes, Your Highness,” he answered meekly, and continued fumbling about.

When a few more minutes passed, Laurent looked down at him. “Okay, seriously, this is ridiculous. You usually get me dressed in ten minutes or less. What is the problem?”

“I —” The servant looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Your Highness, the laces — I can’t do them up. It’s uh — it’s too tight.”

“What do you mean?” Laurent asked, narrowing his eyes. “This fit perfectly a month ago.”

“Yes, well —” And his eyes slid over to the bed, where an empty, open box of chocolates was stacked against many other empty boxes of chocolate.

Laurent saw red.

It took three guards and then Jord and Lazar to keep Laurent restrained enough to not kill him. In the end, he yelled until his throat was hoarse and the servant broke down, running out the room with his face covered in tears.

Afterwards, Laurent attempted to do up the laces himself, because he was not fat, and he definitely had not gained weight; he was svelte and sexy and desirable.

In the end, he could only do his trousers up, and only just. If he let out a particularly deep exhale… well, breathing was overrated anyway, Laurent had always thought so.

“Oh, forget it!” Laurent howled, miserable and on the verge of tears himself. “I look ridiculous.”

“No, you don’t, Your Highness,” Jord assured quickly. Too quickly.

Laurent glanced at himself in the mirror. His ass was practically suffocated in these trousers — and that was his best feature! He ran a hand down it forlornly. “It’s too tight.”

Jord’s eyes followed his hand with avid interest. He was drooling.

“Could be tighter,” said Lazar, leaning against the bedpost.

Laurent flung himself on the bed. “No it couldn’t. I need to lose about three kilograms in the next —” He checked the clock, “half an hour. Oh god. Just tell Al I died. It’ll make his day, go on.”

“Orgasms help with weight loss,” said Lazar. “I could fuck your face.”

Laurent sniffed “Don’t be so stupid.” He looked at the clock again. “Obviously, riding you will help me lose more calories. Both of you get on the bed, quick.”

Laurent did not lose three kilograms in half an hour. As enjoyable as the sex had been, it had only made him tired and anxious.

Jord suggested that Laurent should just let the laces at the back trail, and cover it up with a coat, even though it was far too hot in the year to wear one. Laurent obliged anyway, knowing how difficult Al would be if he showed up wearing undiplomatic colours. He changed his trousers into a different pair, making sure it had an elastic waistband to stretch accommodatingly.

When the crown was placed on his head, he staggered a little. It really was unnecessarily heavy. His great great grandfather must have had a head the size of a watermelon.

Laurent walked unsteadily down the hall, towards the Palace steps where Auguste and Al were already waiting. His insides became so twisted with the thought of seeing Damianos, he had to make a detour and hide behind a tapestry to have a panic, but only a little one.

Outside, the sun was blazing. Auguste clapped him on the back in greeting, and Laurent winced, the material of his blouse sticking to his armpits. Al’s lips curled at his outfit, but Laurent couldn’t care. He hoped he looked beautiful enough — just enough — so Damianos would reconsider his murder. At the very least, Laurent hoped nothing happened to his face.

“Alright?” said Auguste. “You’re sweating.”

“Shut up,” said Laurent, mortified. He was a prince; he did not sweat.

Auguste’s response was cut off by the sound of the gates opening and rolling tires on gravel. Laurent’s heart was in his ears; he swallowed, but it made him feel more sick.

The sleek, black car was parked in the driveway. Several seconds later, Damianos stepped out, tall and handsome.

Laurent whimpered. It was one thing to see photos of Damianos on the internet, walking briskly down the street or shaking hands with Al, and it was another thing entirely to see him in the flesh as he walked down their driveway.

He was so tall. And he was built like a tree; all thick arms and chest and thighs. Laurent had such a weakness for thighs, they were really the best part of a man’s body, how they framed the groin and the cock and —

Laurent realised, suddenly, that he had not prepared at all for how he was going to greet Damianos.

Lovers kissed each other, yes? Laurent didn’t think he could do that without being punched but god, would Al think it was weird if he didn’t at least attempt to kiss Damianos? Maybe he could pretend to suddenly be shy, too coy to look into Damianos’ eyes in front of everyone — yes, yes that sounded perfect.

Damianos came up the stairs, smile wide and straight. His teeth were amazing. Were they fake? Laurent didn’t think so; he ran his tongue over his own, nervous, heart still thumping in his ears.

He greeted Al first. Laurent’s head was spinning. What if Al said something? What if Auguste did? What if Damianos said something that alluded to the fact that this was technically, the first time he and Laurent would be speaking to another?

And then Laurent couldn’t think of anything else, because Damianos was standing right in front of him.

He reached out, one large, dark hand to shake Laurent’s. Laurent staggered forward, into his chest, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Laurent saw the most beautiful angel.

“Wow, you’re hot.” Laurent poked a very hard, very strong bicep. “Heaven’s pretty cool.” He was dead, obviously, because people this good looking didn’t exist in the mortal world.

“You’re not dead, Laurent. Can you sit up?”

Laurent thought about it. He wasn’t dead? That was good news. But he felt like he was dead because he couldn’t move his body at all.

“Here, can you follow my finger?”

“Hmm.” Laurent said and stared unblinkingly at what he assumed was a finger. It was quite blurry.

“I think he’s concussed.”

Laurent giggled. The stranger’s accent made it sound like he had said cock-cussed. It made Laurent want to suck cock.

He said, “If I’m not dead, I’d like to be. Jord, get me my blue Prada scarf. I want to be buried in it. Lazar, get your gun out.”

“He doesn’t seem concussed.” That was Al. The compulsion to die was suddenly much stronger.

“We should take him to the hospital,” the hot angel said. Laurent was in love.

He said as much: “I really love you,” he told the blurry figure. Then he rolled over onto his side and threw up.

#captive prince #im going to see if its worth posting on tumblr and ao3 dont mind me #fake dating au #damen x laurent #my writing #my fic #queue

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terrifictomholland · 5 years

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Teach me x Harrison Osterfield x reader x Tom Holland

(I didn’t make the GIF, credit goes to the owner!)

This is impossibly filthy. It’s straight up smut, PWP really.

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: SMUT, mild derogatory language, threesome, light choking, anal. If I’ve missed anything let me know!

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield, female reader & Tom Holland.

Enjoy!

Harrison's lips collided with yours with a fiery passion. Tongue sweeping along your lips and you opened up immediately, tongues meeting and teeth clashing together. Hands roaming and exploring each others bodies, articles of clothes coming off in a rapid succession.

"Oh god Harrison," you let out a breathy moan as his lips moved down to your neck. You tilted your head sideways and your hand tangled in his mop of thick hair closing your eyes.

He grabbed onto your ass pulling you against his hard-on causing a string of moans to fall from your lips. "Bet you'd make the loveliest noises on my cock," he murmured huskily and that sent shivers up your spine and your pussy clench. "Only one way to find out," you countered running your hand down his front cupping him through his jeans. His hips instinctively jerking and he let out a ragged breath. "Babe," he warned in a gravelly voice, his usually piercing blue eyes being overtaken with lust.

"I wanna play," you smirked, "I can't wait to have your cock in me, moaning your name as you fuck me seven ways to Sunday," you riled hearing him curse. "You're fucking impossible, gonna be the death of me," he moaned lifting you up on the desk.

The two of you had broken your way into your school on a bank holiday. Mostly for the thrill of it and now the two of you were in your professor's classroom, up on his desk as he captured your lips with his again. "Shut the fuck up and get to it boy," you smirked getting out of your jeans and he hissed seeing you in just your bra and panties. "I will destroy you," he threatened, stripping out of his clothes til' he was completely naked.

You whimpered seeing him lazily stroke his cock, sitting down in the chair looking like an absolute mob boss. His gaze devouring you like you were his last meal and you felt your pussy throb. "I'll be sorely disappointed if you don't," you whispered getting off the desk and sunk down on your knees in front of him.

Slapping his hand away from his cock, taking over stroking him teasingly. "Good god what a glorious cock," you purred spitting on it to make for an easier glide, your thumb teasing the slit. He hissed as his hips jerked at the touch, your hand squeezing him at the base. "Fuck yeah, twist your wrist a bit," he instructed and you eagerly did so wanting nothing more than to please him. "That's it babe, fuck," he praised and you let out a small moan getting off on his praise.

Without warning you dove down, taking him in your mouth. "Oh god," he groaned slamming his fist onto the desk and you smirked against him, already bobbing your head up and down taking as much of him in your mouth as you could.

"Look at you, so fucking gorgeous with your mouth stuffed with my cock. Sucking it like a good little cockslut that I know you are," he praised and you felt him tangling a hand in your hair pushing it down. "Wanna see you choke on my cock," he hissed and you moaned squeezing your thighs and rubbing them together to get some relief.

You relaxed your throat, glancing up at him with watery eyes and spit and pre-come dribbling down your chin. You gave him a nod and he wasted no time snapping his hips up fucking your throat.

"Look at you, already looking like a mess," he smirked letting his free hand come up to your throat, feeling the way his cock was fucking it raw and you let out a muffled moan, keeping eye contact with him through it. "Fuck babe, I'm gonna come," he hissed and you felt it so you sped up your movements until you felt him spilling down your throat.

You shut your eyes swallowing every drop before you let go of his cock, kissing the tip before you sat up wiping your mouth. You saw the way his cheeks were flushed and his hair matted with sweat, his lips bitten raw and eyes blown.

"That was the best blow job ever," he panted and you felt a pang of pleasure run through you when he said that. Not to be boastful but you were damn proud of your blowjob giving skills.

"Mmh good," you smirked watching him as you sat up on the desk once again. "You gonna do something about this?" you taunted shaking him out of his thoughts. "Hell yeah I will, I'm gonna have you screaming my name," he promised as he got closer to your pussy easily getting rid of your panties.

Your heart was in your throat from pure anticipation and adrenaline as to what he was gonna do to you right now. You let out a surprised moan feeling his tongue lick a fat stripe along your pussy. His hands gripping your hips holding you down keeping you in place as his tongue fucked into you. "Oh god," you breathed tangling your fingers in his hair pulling it as you tried lifting your hips up. He chuckled against you, "Someone's very eager aren't you?" he said cockily.

You fucking hated him right now as he languidly started moving his tongue inside you. He added his finger too and now you really bucked your hips up. He pulled up flicking your clit with his tongue. "Fuck," you whimpered grabbing your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers to get more relief.

"Such a tight and pretty cunt," he hummed and your eyes rolled back feeling him wrap his lips around your clit, sucking. "Taste incredible too, bet you're gonna feel like a dream on my cock," he smirked curving his finger up finding your spot. You were a panting mess underneath him, rolling your hips against his face trying to fuck yourself harder against his finger.

”Harrison!” you cried as your pussy was clenching down around him and your leg started shaking uncontrollably, sweat breaking out all over your skin and your breathing quickened, "I-I'm gonna come," you cried out as fireworks went off behind your eyelids.

Just then the door to the class room opened and you tensed up as Harrison's tongue still flicked your clit and finger fucking into you. "What's going on?" Tom's voice asked and you relaxed.

Tom was yours and Harrison's best friend, but why the fuck was he here now? "What does it look like you absolute div?" Haz grunted pulling away from you and you whined at the loss.

You felt Tom's gaze run all over you with an intensity you'd never seen before. "Looks like a good time in here," he smirked seeing your dripping pussy and hard nipples.

You honestly couldn't care less, you had two hot as hell guys with you right now and you'd just come down from a really great orgasm. "Come join us and make it even better," you grinned.

Your hands running down your body, squeezing your tits moaning softly before they moved further down to your pussy, spreading it letting them both see your glistening pussy clenching down around nothing. "Fuck," they both groaned in unison watching you getting off in front of them.

It didn't take long until Tom had stripped out of his clothes too leaving all three of you naked. "How'd you even know we were here?" you moaned arching your back as you rubbed your clit, "One of you ass-dialed me and all I heard was moaning and you have find your iPhone on, wasn't hard after that," he shrugged. You glanced down licking your lips, "But you are," you smirked and he chuckled moving closer to you, replacing your hand with his on your pussy and you shivered feeling his big hand and slightly calloused fingers on your sensitive bud rubbing it just the way you liked as your eyes rolled back once more. "We haven't even fucked her yet and she's already blissed out," Haz tutted and you blearily opened your eyes seeing Haz reaching for his jeans, pulling out a condom and you bit your lip, leaning up on your elbows to watch him roll it on.

"Bet you're one of those needy girls who's just gagging for it, having a cock in your tight cunt and one in your mouth," Haz said in such a casual way like he was talking about the weather. "Is that so babe? Want your holes stuffed?" Tom smirked and you whimpered, nodding,

"Please, wanna be a good girl for you," It didn't take long until Haz fucked into you, bottoming out and you appreciated him stopping for a second to let you adjust before he started moving and Tom moved up to your face.

He held his cock by your face, slapping your cheek a few times and you opened up automatically and he smirked, "Good girl," he said pushing his cock inside of your mouth. Immediately you started sucking, taking as much of him in your mouth as possible.

Haz started fucking you in earnest and you let out a string of muffled moans around Tom's cock. You were in absolute heaven right now being fucked by two of the hottest guys you knew.

Harrison's hips snapping into yours and Tom fucking your mouth, "Such a greedy cockslut," Tom praised and you preened under it, watching him as his hand moved down to your clit and you cried out, your body lifting off the desk as shocks of pleasure surged through your entire body.

You gagged on Tom's cock as Harrison picked up speed and fucked you harder making your body jolt forward and again, the fire in the pit of your stomach was making itself known and you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Tom was trembling so you knew he was close. You fondled his balls and it was all it took for him to come down your throat and you sucked eagerly and what dripped out of your mouth, he smeared on your nipples making you gasp once you let go of his cock.

"Can't wait for my turn to fuck you now," Tom murmured leaning down kissing you hotly, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you let out a cry when his fingers pinched your clit and that's what it took for you to come hard, like a wave that crashed into you, leaving your mind in a state of absolute disorientation but you felt sated and so good.

Harrison wasn't going to last much longer you could tell, "Haz come for me, want you to come," you purred on and he came with a growl as you squeezed him, milking him for what it was worth.

He collapsed beside you, chest glistening with sweat and you licked your lips. You wanted to lick the sweat off of him, you had absolutely no shame left. "Want you both to fuck me at the same time," you moaned watching them biting your lip innocently hearing their groans.

"Fuck," "Oh god,"

You got up on all four for now exposing your ass to them and you looked over your shoulder seeing them both staring at your ass.

Haz reached out and it was just now that you saw him wearing some of his rings. A thrill went through you when he squeezed it and gave it a rapt slap making you moan. "Mmh yeah, fuck do it again," you moaned leaning back and he obliged, slapping your other cheek just as hard. The slap leaving your skin .

Suddenly, you felt two fingers sliding inside your pussy without warning causing your hips to buck,

"Such a gorgeous cunt, so tight," Tom murmured and you heard the obscene slicking noise his fingers made as he fucked his fingers inside of you.

Your moans and their grunts filling the empty classroom. It didn't take long until you felt Harrison add a finger inside of you as well and you nearly blacked out from the pleasure now. "Hmph," you moaned helplessly as your arms gave out and you had your face down on the desk and ass up in the air.

"Can't believe you're gonna let us fuck this pretty cunt and ass," Harrison moaned slapping your ass again. "How do you want us gorgeous?" Tom asked removing his fingers from your pussy and going to his clothes, pulling out a travel sized tube of lube.

"Such a boy scout," you rolled your eyes and he laughed, going back and he liberally coated his finger, teasing your ass before easing it inside of you slowly.

Your breath caught in your throat as he took his time opening you up. "Want Haz in my pussy, Tom in my ass," you blubbered, you were so turned on you could come from this alone.

"What our princess wants, our princess gets," Haz assured, kissing your spine and you felt warmth filling you inside. It didn't take them long to get situated and roll condoms on, and get you situated.

Tom was underneath you and ever so slowly you eased down on him, again - using a liberal amount of lube to make the glide easier and the burn not as intense.

Once he was fully inside of you, the both of you let out a breath you didn't know you held. "Fuck, fuck, fuuck," Tom cursed grasping your hips tightly and you lolled your head back, "Fuck you're huge," you breathed adjusting to him.

Ever so slowly you started rolling your hips, hands on his chest for leverage as you started bouncing up and down on him.

"Fuck you look obscene," Harrison praised and you moaned feeling his lips on your neck and his hands coming up, rolling your nipples between his fingers sending jolts of pleasure ripping through you.

"Fuck me Haz," you moaned and he let out a husky laugh and you felt his cock pushing inside of you. "Oh my god," you whined feeling like your skin was overheating. Like you couldn't contain the pleasure that you were experiencing as you got fucked in both holes.

It took a bit of time but you found a rhythm, when Tom pulled out, Haz would fuck into you and vice versa, filling you up. "Mmhm fuck," you cried out closing your eyes, seeking out Haz's hand, greedily sucking on his fingers.

Your pussy was soaked as you clenched down around him hard as your moans blended together and skin slapping against skin could be heard echoing through the room.

"Two holes weren't enough were they you greedy little slut?" Haz growled and you whined shaking your head, sucking harder on his fingers. "Never, want you to use me, fuck me harder," you begged feeling your skin prickling as a rush of pleasure roll through you.

Haz finding your spot and you screamed out. "Oh fuck! Oh yes, fuck yes!" you cried high-pitched and Tom growled giving your ass a rough slap.

"Gonna come," he hissed and you nodded, "Please, wanna feel you. Fill me up baby," you egged on and you felt him shake and come with a growl.

"I-I'm gonna come," you cried out and you felt Harrison remove his fingers and wrap them around your throat, constricting your throat making blind spots appear behind your eyelids as you came, him choking you only heightening your pleasure giving you the most intense orgasm you'd ever had.

It wasn't long after that until you felt Haz shoot into the condom and you collapsed on top of Tom, having no energy left.

"Good lord," Tom panted pulling out of you and you let out a weak whine at the loss. "Who knew you'd be into this kind of stuff huh?" Haz grinned cupping your cheek kissing you deeply and you kissed back whining into his mouth when he pulled out of you too.

"Fucking loved it," you smiled tiredly watching them both. You felt like you were floating on cloud nine as they both took care of you as best they could.

Prepping your skin with soft kisses and them whispering sweet nothings into your ear and skin. "Wanna head back to your place?" Haz asked you, pushing some hair out of your face. You looked between them both, nodding.

"Only if you both come and cuddle me. Then maybe we can go for more rounds?" you asked hopefully hearing them both laugh softly, "So fucking greedy for it, already wanting more," Tom chuckled against your skin and you shrugged with a giggle. "What can I say, I know what I want," you smiled and they both nodded.

"Let's go,"

- tagging @definitely-not-black-cat @angelic-holland @farfromhaz @worldoftom @the-southernbelle @hazmyheart @howdyhoe-holland @clara-licht

#harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield x reader x tom holland #harrison osterfield imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland x harrison x Y/N #my blurbs

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yoongibooo · 5 years

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Mine (18+)

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 “𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕕” 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕥𝕠 “𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕕” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕: 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

Warning: smut. Reposted from my twitter: @stickyhoney90

“Sorry folks,” you sighed out as you set down your towel and undid your robe, carefully setting the standard slippers on top of the pile. “This is my spring for now.”

The cold mountain air on your naked body almost felt good, but nowhere near good enough to waver your impatience: the pads of your feet smacked loudly against the wet stone as you hurried over to the edge of the hot spring, being careful not to slip.

Curls of steam rose from the water like ribbons before dispersing into the night sky, soft bubbling sounds gracing your ears. Nothing had ever seemed so inviting, especially after the week you’d had.

You slid your way into the warm water, exhaling in little puffs as your goosebump-ridden skin got used to the hot pool. Once you were halfway in, though, you immediately sank down to your neck with ease, sighing in relief. All the stress in your body melted like butter into the heat: you closed your eyes and hummed happily, savoring the release.

You lazily made your way over to the benches carved into the far side of the spring, settling in like you were snuggling up in bed. With the warm water wrapped all around you and the blue-velvet sky keeping you company, you could hardly keep your eyes open to admire the stars.

There wasn’t a sound besides the shifting water and occasional polite “plop!” of snow sliding down from the rocks. Little mineral-rich clouds floated around you, and tiny milky-ways of bubbles spun out into the water with even your slightest of movements. Normally, you didn’t have any time on business trips to really experience the places you went to, let alone indulge in what they had to offer, so you savored every second while you could.

You had just begun to really let yourself go when you heard the curtain suddenly clack together. You tilted your head, listening carefully.

Seconds later, a male voice started swearing in a loud whisper. Your eyes shot open and you ducked down, your arms instinctively moving to cover your chest.

“What the-?!”

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but the sight of some male-shaped silhouette wobbling through the clouds of steam wasn’t it.

It was clearly some random guy, and judging by his bouncing silhouette, he was hopping on one foot clumsily, holding the other in his hand, hissing between his teeth. A small gust of wind picked up, making it a bit easier to see his hair hopping along with him, and by the looks of it, he was about to run into a boulder. You could only stare in confusion.

“Goddamn rocks!” he hissed.

You blinked at him in bafflement. “Well, we’re on top of a mountain, so if you weren’t expecting rocks…”

His back straightened and he released his other foot before spinning around with shocked eyes.

“Whoa!”

You blinked some more at him with an unfriendly smile straining your face, but he just kept staring back at you through the thin clouds of steam, his lips parted in a pout like he’d forgotten how to speak.

You shifted uncomfortably under his blatant stare.

“Um…excuse me!” You hissed, crouching as low as you could.

He broke his stare and cleared his throat, blinking rapidly before gathering himself and straightening out his posture.

He wasn’t wearing the resort slippers or robe; just a pair of boxers with what looked like little reindeer doing the conga printed on them. It was the middle of February: what was with the holiday underwear?

He quickly cupped his hands in front of his dick with another clearing of his throat, but otherwise tried to maintain a cool stance.

“You’re excused,” he finally replied, seemingly nonplussed.

Your mouth had given up on even a hint of a smile.

“Well, do you mind?”

He started slowly walking towards the edge of the spring, his eyes squinting at the steam rising up.

“Maybe. I’m not sure, yet.” He paused a moment and took a deep breath before sighing it out. You could’ve sworn you could see a hint of a wince on his face. “…The steam looks pretty.”

My God. He was either mentally terminal or blazed out of his mind, and you didn’t like either option. He moved to step further towards the edge of the spring and you jumped backward.

“Stay back!” You raised your voice and splashed with your elbow towards him, even though he was nowhere near close enough for the splash to land. “This is a hot spring bath. So I’m bathing!”

“Yes, I can see that,” he replied matter-of-factly, finally sitting down on the edge of the pool and sliding his feet into the water.

A few more beats went by as you cocked your head in disbelief, watching him hum and rub at his sore toe.

“Ok, this is the part where you apologize and go to the men’s side of the springs,” you barked.

He looked up at you then, cocking his head and furrowing his brow. He had a sudden edge in his voice.

“How do you know I’m not a woman?”

You froze and stared blankly in his direction.

His glare held for a moment longer before it melted into a coy smile. “I’m just kidding.”

You relaxed into a hunch and exhaled in relief before snapping yourself back to sense. You squinted through the steam: it was still a little difficult to fully make out his face. Mentally terminal or not, you clearly needed to spell it out for him.

“You’re making me uncomfortable. Please go away.”

He didn’t respond. It looked like he’d focused his attention on the sky.

“…Please?”

A small gust of wind blew over the pool, clearing the curls of steam and sweeping everything back into focus. He lazily turned his head to meet your eyes, and your throat closed when you saw his face.

Suddenly, his eyes crinkled into a smile of recognition. “Hey! You’re that girl from the other night!”

Oh, god.

You immediately realized the situation was a lot direr than you initially thought, but didn’t know what to do. You could only stand there, arms still clinging around yourself, eyes darting all over the spring.

“How’s your head feeling?” He continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get that drunk so fast.”

Your jaw practically hit the pool as you snapped your gaze towards him. It seemed to throw him off guard; he jerked back in a defensive position, eyes wide.

“You…rapist!” You shrieked, pointing a finger at him accusingly before remembering you were still naked and jerking your arm back to cover yourself.

His eyes almost popped out of his skull and he held his hands up as if surrendering. “What?! What are you talking about, no I’m not!”

Furious, you glared daggers at him. “Then what happened after we got to my room?!”

You were a little frantic now: you couldn’t believe you had completely blacked out. Granted, you woke up alone, but God knows what could have happened to you! You had been looking out for him upon returning from every business meeting for the last two days in hopes of asking him what had happened, but due to how bizarrely comfortable he was with seeing you naked, you were assuming the worst.

“Did you…follow me here?!”

He blinked in bewilderment before his shocked look suddenly melted into a sort of sad expression.

“Damn.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. He slowly lowered his hands and breathed out a long sigh.

“Did I really make that bad of an impression on you?”

You paused a moment, trying to remember. As you focused harder, little pieces came back before blending together about the night you’d met.

From what you could recall, you’d actually had a lot of fun with him at the midnight barbecue the resort had put on. The company had had a particularly rough meeting that afternoon, and all you’d wanted was food and a buzz.

You remembered noticing him almost immediately, but then, it was mostly because everyone else had, too. He just had that sort of presence about him; it was hard to put a proper explanation to it. Not to mention he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen.

You had watched him for a while, and when his big eyes met yours, he approached you with a warm, square smile on his face. You couldn’t recall exchanging names with him, but he’d definitely been a gentleman: you had stayed by the resort pool until almost everyone else was gone and the food was being cleared, just talking.

But your mind went totally blank after that, and his behavior wasn’t holding up to be so gentlemanly, now.

You fixed your glare on him once more.

“What did you do?” You asked angrily, shrinking back against the rocks a little more.

He seemed disappointed by that response and shook his head, looking back down at the water.

“Well,” he started with a sigh. “First I tried to stop you from attempting to prove to me that you could burp the French alphabet backward. Then you insisted we watch Finding Nemo and made creepy fish faces at me whenever I tried to leave. After that, you conked out, so I carried you to your bed and put a blanket over you.”

You stared at him quizzically.

“I wrote my phone number on the pad by the bed for you,” he continued. “When you didn’t call I assumed you were too embarrassed or that you’d left.”

You searched your memory in frantic confusion before suddenly recalling some scribbles on the paper pad perched on the side table that morning. You hadn’t given it a second thought, what with the foggy hangover: you’d been more focused on painkillers and a big glass of water.

Embarrassed, you hunched your shoulders slowly in defeat and sunk down further into the water. “Oh.”

He looked up at you again, folding his arms over his chest. You could tell he was getting cold and clearly didn’t appreciate being called a rapist out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled in embarrassment, hiding your face.

You heard him sigh again, but lighter this time. “Hey, it’s alright. I guess I’d freak out too, in your situation.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while before you popped your head back up again.

“Wait, though, what are you doing up here?”

He looked at you blankly. “Well, it is owned by the resort, in case you forgot. You’re not the only one looking to relax.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Did you not see the occupied sign?”

He blinked a few times and then shook his head. “Nope.”

“Right,” you nodded, exhaling through your nose. “Well, what was with your grand entrance?”

He frowned slightly as if hoping that you’d somehow not noticed his flailing insanity.

“Oh…that,” He rubbed the back of his head with his hand, avoiding eye contact. “I’m here for my best friend’s bachelor party and the games have gotten a little…interesting. I was supposed to come in here and ask for a selca with a girl in my underwear.”

You snorted. “Very classy.”

He turned his head away in shame. “Yeeaahhh…sorry about being a jerk. I just got startled when they threatened to de-pants me in front of the visitors center if I didn’t hurry up. I was gunna ask before I came in here but then I stubbed my toe...”

You blinked at him. “Not so great under pressure, are you.”

“Well, no. Not under certain circumstances,” he admitted. He looked so genuinely embarrassed that you almost wanted to hug him.

There were a few beats of silence before he suddenly stirred, still making a point not to look your way. “Oh God, I’m sorry, I’ll get out of here. And sorry again for freaking you out…and making you think I’m a rapist.”

You thought he might still be pretty hurt by that, but he chuckled under his breath. You pursed your lips in thought, watching him get to his feet.

“Wait,” you said, straightening up. “You might as well get your selfie. We can’t have scarred foreigners and a career-ending gag now, can we? Plus, I owe you one for making you sit through Finding Nemo with me.”

He hesitated before turning his head slowly to meet your eyes, blinking in disbelief.

You cleared your throat and shifted in the water.

“Grab me my robe?”

His confused pout slowly turned into a smile, lighting up his whole face. He gave a short nod, grinning.

“Okay!”

He shuffled over to your little pile and came back to the edge of the pool before closing his eyes and holding your robe out.

“Okay, ready!”

You chuckled a little: he was pretty cute. And that was just his personality. Now that you weren’t mainlining to kill, you took a moment to look him over.

Admittedly, you couldn’t have been more attracted to the guy. He had the kind of face that was handsome and sharp, but still young in all the right ways. You shivered at the memory of his eyes that were so penetrating in their intensity; no matter how relaxed he was. They gave all his thoughts away.

You smiled to yourself as more little memories came sparking back to mind. You remembered thinking, as cheesy as it was, that the two of you had had a connection. What kind of connection, you hadn’t been sure, and still weren’t, even though you were now sober in front of him. But it was undeniable that something had been there; something a little more than just curiosity.

Until, you know…you openly accused him of being a rapist, but you two were clearly passed that now!

You continued to shamelessly examine him as you made your way over to the edge of the pool: he was tall, not ripped but not out of shape, either; toned. Smooth. Tousled dark hair, pretty collarbones, shapely arms…and an unquestionably infectious smile.

“Down here,” you said politely after you’d grabbed the robe and wrapped it around yourself. You couldn’t help but be conscious about how see-through it became in the water, and you folded your arms over your boobs again, feeling a blush coming on.

He carefully opened one eye in a squint before looking down at you with another sparkling smile.

“You can just sit on the ground and get one, right? Do I have to be out of the pool? It’s cold out there.”

He shrugged, still smiling playfully.

“There were no specific rules, as far as I remember, so that works!”

He lowered himself back on the ground, his long back facing you and his legs folding up beneath him. He produced his phone from god knows where and held it up.

“Say ‘Asshole-sneaking-into-the-women’s-spring’!”

You laughed as he angled the camera your way; he really was cute.

You heard the phone make a clicking noise before he sat it next to him, turning around and giving you another boyish, boxy smile. You shrunk a little further back, a little shy now that he was so close.

“Oh god, sorry again,” he shook his head, chuckling and making a point to turn his face away as he got up.

He started to shuffle towards the curtain, raising his arm in a still wave.

“Thanks for the picture!”

You smiled to yourself, looking down at the water and thinking for a moment.

“Hey, hold on a sec,” you called after him.

He froze in place, dropping his arm to his side again, still facing away.

You fiddled with the soaked sleeve of the robe.

“I’m really sorry, too. I’m here for a particularly grueling business trip, so I’ve been a bit of a bitch this week.” You sighed with guilt, clearing the steam around you. “I remember better, now. You were very sweet to me.”

He remained turned around: you could almost feel him questioning himself on whether or not it was polite to look at you, again.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway…thanks for being so cool about this.”

He nodded his head once in a quick bounce, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Of course.”

There was a pause as you thought for a moment, and he stayed in place, waiting. That feeling of a connection was coming back, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You shuffled out of the soaking wet robe and let it float off into the water. It traveled lazily away like a big silk cloud.

Slowly, you backed up a little further and dipped down into the water again, keeping your arms folded in front of you but allowing yourself to relax a bit. You cleared your throat and lifted your eyes to him once more.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked.

He cocked his head slightly at this, and you could see his eyelashes blinking in confusion.

“I mean you’re here,” you continued. “You might as well enjoy a warming up before you go back to your scavenger hunt, right?”

He hesitated before slowly turning around to face you. You watched his eyeballs twitch as he noticed your bare shoulders, doing his best to keep his gaze strictly on your face.

He broke out into another warm smile, and you grinned back at him.

“Yeah,” he responded softly, running a hand through his hair shyly. “Why not?”

Your grin grew and you sunk back to the stones, covering your eyes with one hand and turning around.

“Go ahead!” you called.

You heard shuffling as he removed his ridiculous boxers, and then a small yelp of surprise as he got himself into the water. The ripples from his movements yawned over to you and you lowered your hand, slowly turning around.

He smiled at you with a hooded, playful stare, his nose wrinkling up shyly. He maintained a polite distance, and you did him the same courtesy of keeping your eyes on his face. There weren’t any lights under the murky water, anyway, but you’d appreciated the gesture.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you grinned back.

He found a perch on a flat rock a safe distance away from you and sighed heavily.

You giggled. “Better?”

He sank down with a satisfied smile on his face. “Much better. It’s getting colder by the hour up here.”

You laughed. What did he think happened in the snow-capped mountains during the winter?

Almost as if on cue, large, slow flakes of blue-white snow started to fall lazily from the sky. You could make out their patterns just as they hit the surface of the water, dissolving with barely a whisper. They lightly kissed your face in little cool breaths: it felt heavenly.

Within moments, the paper lanterns dimmed their warm light, and soft music began humming from somewhere. You couldn’t have picked a better setting for a night like this if you tried. You wondered if the girl at the towels desk was responsible. You made a note to give her a big tip.

Your companion was looking up into the sky again, watching the falling snow, and a snowflake caught on his eyelashes. It melted before he noticed and you smiled to yourself.

“So…” you asked, inching just a bit closer towards him.

He returned his attention to you, those piercing eyes holding yours effortlessly. It was like he didn’t realize how intense they were.

“What else is on this scavenger hunt list?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, scrunching his face up in embarrassment. “Well,” he started slowly. “You…know one of them, actually.”

You blinked back at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, rubbing his arm and sinking a little further into the water.

“Well…” he said again, choosing his words carefully. “At the barbecue…I told you about the one that gets you the highest points. We were sort of…going up to your room…for it. Or more like, you said you’d let my friends think that’s what we were gunna be doing so I’d still get the points.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You looked right at them before taking my hand and making quite a display of leading me away.”

You searched your memory. God, you had really drank too much. “It…didn’t have anything to do with burping the French alphabet, did it?” you asked, wincing.

He laughed out loud, shaking his head. The ends of his hair were wet, sticking to his elegant neck. It made your heart hiccup.

“No, it didn’t. Although you would have won hands down if it did.”

You braced yourself, squinting at him. “What was it, then?”

He cleared his throat, his face flushing suddenly, and straightened himself out, running a wet hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“It’s this stupid thing from our teens that we made up when we were too nervous to make a move on girls.”

You raised your eyebrow and he sneaked a look at you, smiling a shy but coy smile before continuing.

“The game goes like this: I’d ask you a question about me. An easy thing, like what my favorite color is. If you guess it right…”

He shifted in the water, moving a little nearer to you.

“…You would pick a part of my body that’s ‘yours’, to do with what you please for the evening. But it has to be waist up,” he said, swallowing, still grinning shyly at you. His eyes had hints of mischief sparkling in them.

You nodded at him, smiling playfully. “And then?”

“And then,” he continued. “Vise versa. So, next you’d ask me something about yourself, and if I got the answer right, then…”

He inched a little closer, still, obviously trying to be subtle. You let him believe you hadn’t noticed.

“…Part of you is mine. But if I got the answer wrong, then you’d get to pick again.”

You chuckled, grinning at him like no tomorrow. It was such a typical teenage boy thing to come up with, but at the same time it sounded kinda fun; exciting, even.

You noticed, then, that you had also been subconsciously moving closer to him. You steadied yourself, keeping a soft smile on your lips. His eyes stayed focused on yours.

“For how long is this game supposed to go on?” you asked softly.

He cocked his head, his expression changing a little at that question, and another spark flickered across his eyes; a spark you felt in the pit of your stomach, just above the space between your legs.

He smoothed a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes and smiled faintly at you, biting his lower lip subtly.

He looked directly at you as he answered. “Until one of us succumbs.”

You felt goosebumps on the back of your neck and your tummy hiccuped out a butterfly. He paused for a moment, gauging your response.

“The idea,” he continued. “Is to try to out-wait one another.”

The smile was gone from his lips, but it remained in his eyes. You returned his stare.

“Interesting,” you pulled yourself a little further down into the water, moving forward slightly as you did.

“Yeah,” he smiled, reading your face carefully.

You returned his smile with a smirk of your own. “Well…let’s play it, then.”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes questioning whether or not you were serious. Holding his stare steadily, you finally let your arms relax to your sides. “It sounds like I owe it to you, anyway.”

Softly brushing his ripe lower lip with his thumb, he looked nervous, but intrigued. That killer smile grew more playful as the seconds ticked by.

He inched closer, raising his gaze back to your face, sinking onto his knees in front of you. His head was level with your chest, but he maintained eye contact. “You don’t owe it to me. I only want to if you want to.”

His eyes looked like they were lit up from the inside as they searched yours. You gently smiled and nodded at him. “I want to.”

He blessed you with another slow smile, running a hand through his hair again: it was damp by now, and fully smoothed back from his handsome face. He gestured at you playfully. “Come a little closer.”

You obeyed before dipping your head into the warm water, smoothing your own hair back from your face. You were sure your makeup had melted away by this point, and you felt more naked than ever under his stare. No one had ever looked at you quite like that before; like you were something to be admired. But, strangely, you weren’t scared or nervous at all.

He raised a hand towards your face slowly before quickly giving you a gentle tap on the end of your nose.

“Ladies first,” he grinned.

You laughed, already enjoying yourself: he had an aura about him that made you feel so comfortable like you could let go around him and let your guard down a little bit. It had been so long since you’d met anyone like that.

Clearing your throat, you stared shamelessly at his body, searching your mind for a question and looking up at the sky that was still sending down slow, lazy snowflakes. “All right, I’ve got one,” you grinned.

“I’m ready,” he wrinkled his nose playfully back at you.

“What’s my room number at the resort?”

His mouth fell open into a surprised smile and you laughed.

“That’s not an easy one!” he protested.

You smiled daringly at him. “It should be if I made such an…interesting impression on you.”

He looked down at the water, chuckling and shaking his head before meeting your gaze again. “Fair enough.”

He thought for a while, and his grin slowly grew more mischievous; almost confident. “Your room is room 1003.”

Now it was your turn to drop your jaw. “What the hell, that’s correct!”

He laughed maniacally, comically throwing his head back. “You underestimate me!” He boomed.

You felt the blush on your face as you laughed along, splashing him gently. He sighed out his laughter before giving you a flirtatious smirk, scanning his eyes over your face, neck, and shoulders. Suddenly you found yourself at a heightened awareness of the nerves in your body- of how every shift of the water felt against your skin, and your tummy spun in anticipation.

“I pick…”

You held your breath, watching his face.

“…Your left ear.”

You raised an eyebrow at him: that wasn’t quite what you were expecting. “My left ear, huh?”

He gave you a nod, the smile gone but the fire still in his eyes. “Yes,” he said in a low voice. “Take your earring off.”

You paused, once again admiring that spark dancing in his pupils. “Why?”

He didn’t answer, the look on his face unchanging.

You waited a beat before complying, quickly but carefully removing both earrings and handing them over to him. He placed them on a stone nearby before slowly turning back to you, moving so closely that you were almost nose to nose. You could feel the energy pulsing off of his skin.

“So that I can do this.”

Slowly, he moved to wrap his lips around the bottom of your ear. You inhaled on reflex, goosebumps immediately dancing lines along your arms. His mouth was so soft and warm, and you could feel the hairs on your neck stand to attention for him as he gently trapped your earlobe between his lips, playfully sneaking his tongue along the edges.

Your wrists started to twitch ever so slightly, wanting to embrace him, but your competitive side reared it’s playful head: you didn’t want to “succumb” so easily, despite the dizzying tingle in your skin that begged you to. Instead you focused on trying to breathe evenly and not make a sound.

Taking his sweet time, he slowly placed gentle nips up the curve of your ear, moving to hold the back of your head with his long, warm hand. You managed to suppress the shudder your body was desperate to release, but it dispersed into hot tingles that crawled their way down your legs in waves: you couldn’t help but to close your eyes and move your head to give him better access, and a small sigh escaped your lips.

He licked your earlobe again, warm and wet; giving it another few gentle bites before nuzzling behind your ear, kissing the skin there. You felt his hot breath spread down your neck as he paused a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin before he slowly moved to face you, his eyes hooded and sparkling.

He met your eyes with a sexy, boyish grin. “My turn,” he almost whispered.

You swallowed hard, nearly shaking as he put his hand to his pink lips, thinking for a moment, snowflakes collecting at the crown of his head.

“What…” he started in a playful tone. “…was our first drink together?”

You couldn’t help it: you scrunched your lips into a pout and he laughed.

“Hey, it should be easy if I left an impression on you,” he teased, winking.

Shit.

You shifted uncomfortably, struggling to remember, piecing together the parts of the night that you could still picture.

You remembered the set-up bar, decorated with fairy lights and buckets full of ice embracing sparkling wines; blood-deep reds lined up tastefully on display. But it wasn’t wine you had in your hands; it was something a little darker in thick, short glasses with lots of ice.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying not to show any uncertainty.

“Jack and Gingers.”

That flash showed up again in his eyes and he smiled wickedly. You groaned, covering your face. “Wrong,” he said, still smiling. “We had Two Star Bourbon Cokes.”

Ugh, of course you did! Once he said it, you remembered in a flash. You could still faintly picture his warm smile as he handed the tinkling glass to you; how you’d said “Cheers!” before taking a drink.

He was running his eyes over you again, and your breath caught in your throat. There really was something about those eyes of his: it felt like they could see all of you under the dark water. It was a stare like fingertips dancing down your body.

His hand reached out and gently took your own, raising it up and out of the water. “I pick this hand,” he said in a low murmur.

You could only watch him, entranced, as he slowly smoothed out your fingers. He paused to look you in the eyes before bringing your hand up to his plush mouth, pressing it to your wrist in lingering, sensual kisses; slowly moving upward through the curve in your palm and along your fingers. He brushed his mouth lightly across your fingertips, teasing them, his hot breath scaring off the cold mountain air, before gently nipping the tender skin there. You felt it in every part of your body; dull waves of pleasantry, like the tickling of feathers.

He tried to hold your gaze, but you had to look away; those eyes were too intense. However, it was hard not to focus on the sweet pink that blushed over his swollen lips: you watched them slowly bring his kiss back to your wrist, blooming warmth. His eyelashes looked so long as he closed his eyes: they rested against his cheeks in spidery black wisps.

He hummed gently, sending soft vibrations up your arm, and you shuddered in response. Who knew hands were an erogenous zone?

You moved your eyes back to his, and he trapped you in a steady, sultry gaze. He smiled slightly, gently moving your hand to his smooth chest: you could feel his heart pounding in a hard rhythm, warm and swollen with blood. He paused for a moment and then grinned wickedly, slowly sliding your hand lower, lower, before stopping at his firm stomach.

You let your palm blossom out, smoothing against his hot skin. He met your eyes once more, and you could almost feel the energy in them licking at your skin. You were both daring each other and resisting each other all at once, and it was a wild, exciting feeling.

You bit your lip furiously, your wrist twitching, tempted to keep traveling down, but you kept it there as he gently ran his fingertips over the back of your hand. You cleared your throat and snapped yourself to attention, straightening your back and pulling your palm away. He remained smiling devilishly at you: he knew he’d gotten to you, and he loved it.

“Your question,” he grinned.

You exhaled, licking your lips, searching your mind for something that sounded fair but that he clearly wouldn’t be able to answer correctly. When you found it, you let a smirk of your own cross your face. You decided to steal his example question.

“What’s my favorite color?” You asked sweetly, cocking your head.

His eyes narrowed through a taunting smile. “…Really?”

You giggled. “Really.”

He sighed, looking up at the stars as if they’d align themselves to spell out the answer.

You waited, smirking proudly at him, but it was admittedly hard to keep gloating calmly when there were mere centimeters between your bodies. The butterflies grew to the size of birds, migrating from your stomach to your chest: it felt like being a teenager again, standing next to your crush in the lunch line, overwhelmed with hormonal rage and wishing- begging -for the world to shift so you could bump into each other; so he would bring his body closer, if only for a moment. It was a desperate feeling, but had grown into a sexy one now that you were a woman, and your head was reeling.

He finally settled on an answer, but his eyes were uncertain. “It’s blue. I’d bet money on it.”

Now you knew what that sweet rush of victory felt like, and he narrowed his lips nervously as your mouth grew into an unstoppable grin. “Well, you’d lose that bet,” you announced, delighted. “Your answer is incorrect.”

He took in a breath and let it go in a shaky sigh, straightening himself up. “I admit defeat,” he smiled coolly, but there were still flecks of nervousness in his eyes.

You were loving it: it was so thrilling to create the same rush of anticipation in him that he’d created in you. You could feel it emanating from him in a pulse, like it was reaching for you.

You allowed your eyes to search him: he’d brought himself a little further out of the water, the light from the moon reflecting off his wet body. You didn’t know how you could possibly choose one part of it to claim, but you weren’t going to lose your cool: you were determined to hold your ground and beat him at his own game.

Choosing his lips felt like giving in too much, so you pushed some of his hair away from the side of his neck, watching goosebumps break out under the touch.

“I choose here,” you said softly, running fingers down the length of his neck. He inhaled, his eyes fluttering nearly closed. Clearly, you had chosen a weak point.

You smiled in wicked victory before replacing your hand with your lips, indulging in hungry, deep kisses, resting your hand at the nape of his neck. He leaned into the kiss, and you could feel his head start to tilt back and then stop as he tried to maintain composure. You smiled, adding your tongue to his soft skin, licking and biting at your leisure: you could almost feel his flesh rippling beneath your lips.

His warm neck tasted like the spring water, and he finally let his head move slightly back, inviting you to more. His defined jawline was the perfect frame, and you could almost taste the moans gathering in his throat. You were greedy for them, but forced yourself to hold back from going hog-wild, despite the instinct to wrap yourself around him entirely.

You felt his hands hovering on either side of your hips, daring themselves to land. Feeling cheeky, you made the distance between you as small as it could be without actually grazing skin.

Every small movement he made sent tiny hills of hot water rolling out from your bodies, like heartbeats. His mouth was open, lids heavy and closed, and you paused to admire him before pulling back and willing your nerves to calm down.

He slowly blinked his eyes back open and lowered his face to meet yours. “You’re wicked,” he whispered, his lips just barely hovering above your own. It was as though his words could physically touch you.

You gripped the sides of your legs tightly, refusing to reach for him; refusing to move that tiny bit forward to feel his kiss. Instead, you inhaled deep and moved back a little, feeling your whole body blush.

He smiled that playful, scrunched-up-nose smile and then stood at his full height, hovering above you. Steam rose off of his skin, and the water stopped just at the top of his defined hips. You stared blatantly. He, also, was finally allowing his gaze to move downward towards your breasts, but he jerked his hand up to his lips, resisting temptation.

You smirked.

“Come on,” he said, instead taking your hand that now belonged to him. “We should sit at the shallow end for a while. You look really flushed, we should get you cooled down a bit.”

You cursed inwardly: you could resist his actions, but your skin still revealed the crazy battle of anticipation inside of you.

So you followed obediently, watching the water reveal more and more of his firm ass as you neared the shallow end. But like a pro, he swiftly moved back to a sitting position on one of the smooth rocks, pulling you to sit beside him. Your eyes wanted so badly to travel down to his lap, but you didn’t want him to even have that small victory over you. You dared to remain looking only at his face.

He studied your expression, seemingly aware of the struggle, and laughed softly under his breath. “You doing ok?”

You gritted your teeth as you grinned. “I’m doing great.”

His eyes lit up again as he chuckled, running his gaze over your face.

You sat like that for a moment, just looking at each other. You were so aware of his closeness; it was like electricity hummed over his body. Your joined hands pulsed together, drunk on just that small connection of skin on skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, holding up his free hand towards your cheek. He caught himself, though, and froze his palm just above your skin. You smirked, and he lowered his hand, clearing his throat.

“So are you,” you responded.

It was like he had fireflies in his pupils. You couldn’t get used to it.

You feigned confidence and sat up a little straighter, daring him with a smirk. He continued to look back at you, and you wondered if he could see the kinds of things in your eyes that you saw in his; if the lights in his stare allowed him to. You almost wanted to ask him but didn’t know how.

He adjusted in the water, not letting go of the hand he’d claimed. “Okay. My question, now.”

Aw, shit. You cleared your throat as daintily as you could and waited.

Now it was his turn to smirk at you. “Where do I live?”

You let out a little gasp. How was that fair?!

His smirk deepened. “I did tell you that night, so it’s not technically an unfair question.”

You furrowed your brow, pouting. “That’s so mean.”

His smirk transformed into a child-like, full-tooth grin, and he cocked his head innocently to the side. “That’s my question!”

You couldn’t help the smile that briefly danced along your lips: he was kind of weird, but you liked it. You were amazed at how much his face changed with his thoughts.

“I mean…you could live in Iceland, for all I know,” you mumbled to yourself.

He rose his eyebrows, grinning. “Wrong! You lose.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Hey, that wasn’t my answer!”

“Too late,” he said, his voice still playful but now soft and deep.

He squeezed your hand, that boyish smirk never faltering. The see-sawing between his cuteness and his sexiness was making your head spin: he was duality personified.

He placed his lips near your left ear and whispered softly. “Why? Are you nervous?”

You felt that voice between your legs, but maintained a somewhat composed appearance. “No,” you replied, meaning to sound firm. But the tremor in your voice was unmistakable.

He just kept smirking confidently. You braced yourself.

“Hmm…” He ran a hand through your hair, and you playfully smacked his wrist away.

“Unless you’re choosing my head, no touching. I already let you get away with that once,” you retorted, giving him a look. “Cheater.”

He laughed out loud. “Okay, okay, understood.”

He sighed out the rest of his chuckles and his face quickly grew serious again as he ran that hand through his wet hair, slowly scanning his eyes downwards towards your chest.

Oh, shit.

“I pick…” He raised his hand and slowly moved to run his pretty fingers along your ribs, just under your right breast. You shuddered under the light touch. “Right here.”

As you inhaled and steadied yourself, he got to his knees in front of you again, moving his head down to gently brush his mouth against your skin. Your nerves responded to him in tender sparks: he could make any part of your body feel like your most private and sensitive areas.

He opened his warm lips against you, breathing heat into your body, working his mouth masterfully just below your breast. You could see the goosebumps standing to attention along your chest, and noticed them spreading along his neck, as well. The sight of them made it that much more difficult to resist him.

He placed his hand gently against your left ear, tenderly manipulating the angle of your body to his will. Every touch sent more fire between your legs to the point you could feel your pulse throbbing there.

You couldn’t help it: a small moan fluttered out of your throat, and you felt him smile against your skin as he continued his perfect attack, allowing his fingertips to gently brush the top of your ear.

No one had ever touched you like that before. Who exactly was this guy, anyway? And where had he been hiding all your life?

“You’re so soft,” he hummed against your skin in his low voice, and another shower of goose-flesh enveloped you.

Just when you thought you were really about to lose it, he closed a final kiss to your lower rib, slowly raising his head to look at you again, loose strands of wet hair falling into his eyes.

Your chest was visibly rising and falling, but you managed to pull your facial expression together, staring right back at him. You didn’t even give him a warm-up, this time. “How old am I?”

The pride in his grin dimmed significantly and he raised his eyebrows at you. “I thought it was impolite to assume such things,” he responded coolly.

You cocked your head at him, mimicking that little habit of his. His smile grew wider as you wrinkled your nose at him. “I wasn’t aware we were discussing social norms.”

Now he used both hands to run through his thick hair, shaking his head and smiling nervously. “I could get in real trouble, depending on my answer.”

You didn’t respond, maintaining that teasing smirk. He chewed on his plump lower lip as he observed your face, bringing his hand to his chin as he thought.

“Let me see,” he mused.

You waited for a few more beats. “You have 5 seconds to answer.”

His eyes went wide. “Wow, you’re ruthless.”

“Well, you cheated!”

Mischief danced over his handsome face and he giggled. “Did I?”

You didn’t respond once more, raising your eyebrow at him daringly. A few ticks went by before he shrugged his shoulders and sighed in exasperation before correctly guessing your age.

Your mouth fell open.

He was delighted to see your surprised look and pointed his finger at you, chuckling. “Aha! See, that’s what you get when you’re not nice.”

Your lips were moving but no words were coming out. You were genuinely in shock. You couldn’t get yourself to respond.

Before you could register the movement, he brought his hands to hover over either side of your face, and you were nose to nose once more. You prayed he couldn’t feel you trembling.

“I already know what more of you I want,” he whispered above your lips.

You closed your eyes and sighed as he placed kisses from the top of your cheek down to your jaw, taking his sweet time. You could smell his skin, he was so close: it was a watery, dizzying smell. A smell only a man’s skin can produce. He placed his hand on the place just below your breast that he owned, rubbing gently, relaxing you into his touch. Making his way back towards your lips, he paused- daring himself -and when he didn’t move any further, you took your chance, immediately breaking away and sloshing as fast as you could in the opposite direction. “You have to catch me, now!”

His whole face lit up as he laughed out loud, stumbling awkwardly through the hot water towards you. He tripped once or twice, and as the water got deeper and your laugh grew louder, you slowed down, nearly tripping yourself.

“That’s against the rules!” He whined, but you only cackled in response.

“You never said that,” you replied in sing-song, pushing your body against the strong water.

You could hear him splashing behind you as his long legs allowed him to catch up, and he wrapped his hand around yours, spinning you to face him. Panting and sighing out your smiles, you grew dangerously close once again, and that mischievous light wholly overcame his deep eyes.

He lowered his face to kiss your cheek again, smoothing his hand along it, but he paused suddenly, moving to allow his mouth to hover millimeters above yours. Heat radiated off of his ripe lips, and you felt his body tense a little in hesitation, like he was asking permission. You denied him that, taking a full step back. It was game on, now.

You watched as a cute, disappointed pout bloomed on his face.

“Are you getting nervous?” you teased.

He ran that pretty hand down the side of his neck, scrunching his nose up at you. His little habits were so endearing, it was completely maddening.

“No,” he quipped, smiling.

You perched yourself back down on the bench and he sat beside you. You noticed him eyeing the large, round resting beds at the edge of the spring, but he caught himself and quickly looked back at you.

“Your question,” you grinned.

You could see him searching his mind through his eyes; that glint hadn’t left them. “Hmmm,” he hummed.

You waited, trying to calm your heart rate. What was it about this man that got you so excited?

“What color are my eyes?” he spat out before quickly spinning away from you.

You laughed out loud. Did he think you weren’t as observant as he clearly was?

Big mistake.

“Brown,” you answered simply. “Wam brown like maple syrup.”

You watched his shoulders tense up as he slowly turned around to look at you. “…Ok, I admit it. That was a lame question,” he chuckled.

You didn’t let him chuckle long: it was revenge time. You thumbed over his left nipple and he shut his mouth in a gasp, the smile leaving his face. You could almost hear him thinking “Oh, shit.”

“Right here,” you whispered, leaning closer to him. You could see him twitch, wanting to lean back a little- save himself some face. But he adjusted. “This part of you is mine.”

Before he could register it, you wrapped your hand gently against the side of his neck and pursed your lips around his nipple, instantly earning a shudder and a little hiss out of him. You smiled shamelessly, nipping gently before flicking your tongue over the hardened peak of skin. You instantly felt him trembling: apparently, you had a gift for immediately finding his weak spots.

“Oh come on,” he groaned, but he pushed his chest out further for you, tangling his hands in your hair. You let him, this time.

You kissed circles around his sensitive nipple; light, teasing ones that left goosebumps draped all over him. He started panting gently, rubbing your scalp in circles with his palm. You were loving the power you suddenly had over him- that he had over you -and you wanted more. Resisting the overwhelming urge to grab his dick under the warm water, you continued your attack on him for a few moments more before leaving a final, slow lick.

The tops of his cheeks were flushed and he stared at you with his mouth slightly open, breathing hard. “Can you read my mind or something?” he stuttered.

You chuckled. “What do you mean?”

He swallowed hard and repositioned himself. “It’s like you know just where to touch me.”

You grinned. “Likewise.”

His cheeks grew even pinker at that and he looked to his side shyly for a moment before returning your smile with his own. “Glad to hear it. Your turn.”

You blew a raspberry between your lips. Half of you wanted to give him an easy one, but the other half was still in competition mode. You settled for an in-between one.

“What’s my name?” you asked softly.

He didn’t hesitate before responding. “Easy.”

He said your name, and the way he said it- softly, but with a slight purr -made your spine start to tickle. Aw, shit. You hadn’t expected him to remember it that easily, especially because you couldn’t remember ever formally introducing yourselves.

You swallowed. “Ok, maybe that was my dumb question.”He was grinning like a bobcat, and before you could say anything, he stood up and lifted you out of the spring, perching you on the edge. You widened your eyes in shock, fully exposed to him, now. You almost wanted to cover yourself, but the way he kept trailing those eyes up and down your body was too mesmerizing. He reached out his warm hand and placed it at the side of your knee, and you were trembling instantly.

“This leg,” he announced.

“Hey!” you protested. “You said it has to be above the waist!”

He smirked. “I lied.”

Before you could protest again, he held your leg and started running kisses up from your ankle all the way to your inner thigh, pulling shuddering whimpers out of you. “That’s not fair!”

He didn’t say anything, but you felt his smirk on your skin, and soon his kisses grew deeper and faster, sending waves of pleasure and heat up your body. Those lips were lethal, and he certainly knew how to use them. You couldn’t fathom where all of his shyness came from: clearly, he took whatever he wanted, and he put all of himself into claiming you.

You couldn’t help the sharp little gasps coming out of your throat: he’d earned them. Every time he kissed back up your thigh, he grew closer and closer to your swollen pussy, and you could feel his exhales like butterfly kisses: your body writhed in reflex, but not enough to pull yourself out of his grasp.

He paused and looked up at you, eyes now traceless of the shy man he had shown you: they were hungry, almost predatory. He kept his hand on your leg and leaned his cheek against the side of your knee, breathing hard and boring holes into your stare with his own.

Breathlessly, you managed to whimper, “Your question.”

That mischievous smile returned to his swollen mouth. “What’s my name?” He breathed.

Before you could even get nervous, it suddenly popped into your head.

“Taehyung.”

He grinned wider, moving to place his long hands on either side of your ass, pulling you down and folding your legs over his shoulders.

“Remember it,” he growled.

You blinked at him, chest heaving. “What, are you giving in?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Fuck yes,” he exhaled, diving his face between your legs and immediately sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your hands grabbed his hair in fists as if they had a mind of their own, and you laid yourself out for him, steam crawling off of your body and the stone just warm enough against your back as your arched into his wet mouth.

His tongue moved in waves of pressure against you, hard and soft, tasting hungrily. He moaned a little, and the vibration rippled deliciously through your whole body, blooming outward from his consistent movements. You were reaching your climax fast, and he seemed to be entirely aware of it, gripping your hips harder, not easing up in the slightest. You couldn’t even remember that you were in a public place that probably had a bit of an echo: your whole mind was overcome with pleasure from his hot, dedicated mouth. You could only moan helplessly as the knot between your legs grew tighter. You wanted to beg him for your orgasm, but you couldn’t speak.

Your hips twitched, moving to meet the rhythm of his tongue as he lapped at you, and he groaned as you pulled tighter on his hair, gasping. It only took a few more bucks of your hips before pleasure exploded from your pussy to the top of your head, mouth gaping open helplessly. His name came out of your throat readily, and he worked his tongue through your orgasm, gently releasing his grip on your hips as your heartbeat tried to regather itself. You were still dizzy with release as he hoisted himself up, holding himself above you, your legs dangling into the warm water. Eyes on fire, he held your face in his large hands and looked hard at you. “Good girl,” he whispered just above your lips, and you closed the distance between your mouths.

It was like an electric shock, but pleasurable: he immediately leaned into the kiss, wrapping his warm arms around your waist as much as he could, pressing his hard body to you. Your stomachs kissed as you enveloped each other, your head still reeling: his skin on yours met a need you didn’t even know you had.

Within moments you were enthralled in needy, deep kisses. He dipped his tongue into your mouth, humming with pleasure, and you could barely breathe: you gasped between kisses, moving your body against him. You could feel how hard he was- how smooth and defined, and ready for you. Your lips parted and met in fluid sweetness: you could almost taste honey on his tongue.

He broke the kiss to roll over and get to his feet, pulling you up. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, grasping his lips in another kiss as he stumbled over to one of the pool beds. You fell against it in an “oof!” and smiled at one another before wrapping yourselves in each other all over again. Your hips seemed to move on their own, the hot softness of his cock rubbing against you in perfect synch.

You pushed his shoulders back and turned the both of you over so you were straddling him, leaning back to take him in. “I want to look at you,” you breathed, scanning your eyes over his long torso and soft stomach.

You had never seen anything so beautiful. You couldn’t help yourself: you wanted to devour him and be devoured; wanted him weak for you the way he made you weak for him.

Your stomach exploded into pleasant flutters as you draped yourself over him, greedily kissing and sucking along his long neck and making your way down the center of his chest. His breath hitched as you hovered your lips above his erection, and you wrapped your hand around him before taking him into your mouth with a greedy hum.

That moan you had been waiting for finally let loose in his throat, deep and visceral, and he arched his back, bucking his sharp hips upward. Just the sound alone had you crazy, and you sucked him as deep into your mouth as you could, following your movements with your hand.

He whimpered like he’d never had a blowjob in his life, tenderly holding onto your head and moving you up and down. He tasted so soft and perfect: you wanted to keep pulling those gorgeous noises out of him until he begged you to stop.

You hadn’t been going long before he pulled your head up, eyes staring hard at you.

“I want you,” he breathed, his pretty chest moving up and down in deep breaths. “Right now.”

He snaked his hand over your throat, gripping just enough, before flipping the both of you over again and capturing your lips with his. He gently squeezed at your neck as he used his free hand to move your legs further apart, positioning his dick right at your entrance. You felt like you were going crazy: you swore you could feel the heat in his blood as he rubbed the head of his cock against your swelling clit before finally dipping his hips in elegant sharpness to push himself into you.

You cried out: you’d never been so turned on in your life, and as he slowly thrust deeper and deeper inside of you, you thanked whatever God there was that his asshole friends had sent him reeling into this hot spring.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he grunted. You could feel his strong thighs tremble as he started picking up his pace, kissing at your collar bone, holding tight onto you in perfect control. His free hand went to grip the side of your ass, manipulating your movements, and you let him bend you to his pleasure, overwhelmed with the fullness of him.

“You feel so perfect,” he moaned breathlessly against your open lips.

You soon met each other’s rhythm, your hips falling perfectly into place, and at that point, nothing else existed except the feeling of him fucking into you desperately.

He started to moan louder and deeper and you couldn’t help the quick little whimpers pouring out of your mouth at every thrust. The combination of his needy groans and the speed of his movements was bringing you desperately close to climax, and you wished you could slow time down and bathe in that pleasure forever.

You were soon outright whimpering into his ear, feeling your pussy suck around him, and he buried his face into your neck as he picked up the pace even further. Your consciousness completely left you as you allowed yourself to indulge in the growing orgasm, and before you knew it, you were calling his name again, powerful waves of pulsing pleasure rocking you into climax as your hips shuddered and twitched against each other. He cried out as he met his own release, holding onto you tightly, hot breath spreading steam out over your neck.

You lay like that, tangled into each other, until he slowly pulled out with a wince, moving his arms to wrap around you again. He panted against your chest before laying down gentle kisses: you could feel him still trembling, and you clung to his hot skin, kissing his temple.

A few moments passed, his body still draped over you, the steam from the hot spring and the heat from your skin keeping you both warm.

He suddenly started chuckling, and you let out a giggle as well.

“How about you stay in my room tonight?” he breathed, hugging you tightly to him.

You smiled, returning his hug.

“Only if we can play again.”

He lifted his head to look at you, smirking that boyish smile.

“Deal.”

️-this was my first smut, please forgive me if it sucks ><

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backoftheroomandnotbelonging · 5 years

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What more can you give? (YUNGBLUD x reader)

A/N: A little something for the Black Hearts Club this Christmas, hope y’all have a good one!

Dom has been working on a new album, to the detriment of his health. You force him to take Christmas off.

You knew Dom was passionate. It was one of the attributes that drew you to him initially; but seeing everything else he cared about fall to the side so that he could finish his latest album was something you knew Dom would want intervention for. Remembering his excitement whenever he makes a breakthrough made you smile. Your smile falls just as quickly when you think about how he’s so easily immersed and sucked into his music. He has tunnel vision; you’d unconditionally support him but even you had to admit it was difficult to, especially so close to the holidays.

The holidays had always been a controversial time for you. Growing up despite always having ‘good’ Christmases, they always feel a little off, a little fake, to you. You dreaded your first Christmas with Dom. It was your second Christmas after leaving home and you’d quite enjoyed that first year of just you alone. Maybe ‘dreaded’ was the wrong word, you cherished every moment with Dom and loved spending secluded winter moments with him but this hyperactive puppy on Christmas Day may be too much for your lack of enthusiasm. You really didn’t want to ruin his holiday, especially right now. No matter what you felt, you wanted to make this Christmas as laid back and ecstatic for him as possible. He needed some time, an excuse, to let loose and be silly and not have to think so much. He needed to lose the furrowed brow.

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As the season progressed it became more and more evident that drastic measures were going to have to be taken.

The morning after your work Christmas party (an event you had managed to get Dom to spare some time and headspace for) you woke intending to perform your traditional lazy morning in bed routine. You say tradition but for the last two months it had fallen by the wayside but, since you and Dom had purposely scheduled the day to be free, there was no better time to recommence it. You stretched under the pale frosty sunrays that spread across your duvet, humming with satisfaction as a cold chill tingled against your upper arms and elevated the warmth of the rest of your body. The lazy grin stretching upon your face was yearning to be nuzzled between Dom’s shoulder blades but as you wriggled around to find his body, your ankle met the brisk chill of the bedsheet. The duvet had been cast aside and the bed was empty. Now you didn’t feel quite so blissful because sat on the pillow, his pillow, was a pink post-it note reading:

Darlin

Gone to the studio

Luv ya!

You smiled at the sentiment before reminding yourself that this was now a common occurrence. Therefore, you rolled your eyes and flopped back down onto your pillow.

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A week later and you’d come down with the flu. For the best part of three days you were practically comatose on the couch: wrapped in a duvet, high on paracetamol and binge watching American Horror Story. You had hives blotching your body, moments when your vision would blackout and extreme skin sensitivity, as well as the usual symptoms. Dom had given in to your demands that he not see you until you were over the worst and you suppose, in some sense, he was grateful you were holed up at home because it meant he could burn himself out at the studio without your physical interference. Not that he didn’t care, he maintained constant contact and care for you…just from a distance. He’d given you what you asked for and you were especially thankful as it gave you the perfect opportunity to discuss a family visit with Sam.

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“Love? You home?”

“Yeah, just in the bedroom.”

“Whatcha doin?”

“Dominic. Baby, you know I love a cuddle but I’m trying to pack…”

“What we packing for? Are you leaving?”

“Oh, stop it, if I was leaving would I pack your boxers? I’ll tell you right now the answer is no. We are packing to spend a couple days with your parents.”

“But I got studio-“

“Uh- no, you don’t. That studio time never got booked. You can be as angry as you want but this is an intervention. You’re taking Christmas off. And it’s your mother’s birthday so…”

“Why? You understand how much this means to me.”

“Does it mean more to you than family? You’ve got to remember that everyone celebrates Christmas. Maybe Yungblud wants to be in the studio but don’t you think Adam, Tom and Michael might want to be home for the holidays?”

“I just…”

“I know, darling. I do. It means everything to you; we all know how dedicated you are and how much the fans mean to you. But take a second: close your eyes, breathe and look inside yourself. Dom, baby, you’re burning out. Please, please, just take a few days out with me.”

“I will, love.”

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By late Christmas Eve you were back at Dom’s apartment. He’d enjoyed catching up with his parents and messing about with his sisters but had declined the opportunity to stay for actual Christmas Day because he wanted your first Christmas together to be alone and shamelessly romantic, or so his mother told you after the New Year. The entire journey to London was spent with Dom’s USB in the radio and him trying to find the lyrics to match the earworm he’d already recorded.

He then proceeded to spend the night on his laptop with headphones and composition software, only moving to sleep when you hauled him up and claimed that his present would be replaced with coal. He was out like a light. The second that boy sunk into the mattress he was gone. It made you frustrated because it proved that you were right. You loved him dearly, of course, but he was a stubborn bugger – absolute in the belief that he wasn’t too tired and too overworked so could continue his new routine. Idiot. Wouldn’t listen to reason or accept help and now he’s passing out to sleep instead of just sleeping like a log.

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You were jarred awake to the tones of ‘Last Christmas’ by WHAM. You smiled beneath the blanket covering your face; it was Christmas. The mattress was empty next to you, again, but you knew Dom wasn’t far. And that he wasn’t working. With that reassurance in mind you burrowed deeper into the covers and allowed the gentle beat of the music drift you into a state between awake and sleep.

The floorboards began to groan but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes fully. A gentle thud sounded as something was placed on the stack of books by your bed. A kiss was planted on the crown of your head. The floorboards creaked and the door squeaked as it was left ajar.

You prised your eyes open and saw a steaming mug of tea atop your battered copy of ‘the Help’. A warm fuzz filled you as a sleepy smile emerged. Shuffling to sit by your pillow you reach for you tea, cradling it in your hands and resting it against your chest. The smell and warmth bringing immediate comfort to you; the steam felt therapeutic against the dry skin of your face – the English winter wind is brutal. You stayed curled up with your drink for the next half hour. Dom had evidently unearthed the Christmas album from where you’d hidden it and you had to admit the stream of festivity in your ears was making you light up. The children in the flat above yours were scampering about, letting out excited yells and being shushed by their parents; it made you think of how your future Christmases may one day be…

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Once the dregs of your tea had been drunk, you made a move. Swinging your legs out of bed you hissed at the cold floor and reached for the oversized pink socks you’d smuggled out of the latest Yungblud merch collection. Deciding already that you’d need another layer, you found your favourite cardigan strewn across the foot of the bed. Now amply protected from the elements you ventured out of your bedroom towards the source of the noise.

You’d intended to make Dom aware that you were awake immediately but the serenity of the scene you walked in on made you freeze. Dom was filling the coffee machine, unloading the dishwasher and clearing surfaces for the midday bomb that would be two young adults pretending to adult and cook an entire Christmas lunch. The domesticity and thoughtfulness in his actions warmed your heart. What made you tear up, however, was the sight of his shoulders.

(And not just because his unzipped hoodie was sliding off his shoulder giving you a…view.)

As he bopped around the kitchen, all bent knees and dramatic wrists, the swaying flow of his shoulders was effortless. For months they had gathered tension and rigidity, and now it seemed he no longer held the weight of the entire world there. Dom suddenly began to spin, arms out and laughing. Your stomach swooped causing a bubble of laughter to escape. As ‘Christmas (Baby Come Home)’ played out he stared at you. Up and down. You got shy in the doorway. His boyish grin returned, with the full force of his teeth behind it.

The opening chord of ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’ began and you could tell from the twitch of his lip that your moment of silent reflection was over. He swung the mug from your hand, while twirling you, to place it on the side before bringing you close. For the next couple of minutes, the pair of you jumped and dropped and lively slow danced until you were breathless, sweaty and giggling.

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Dom collapsed over you: arms flung over your shoulders like dead weight, head resting beside yours and legs each side of one of your own.

“I’ve been in my head. I’m sorry.”

“Dom-“

“No, love. I went too far. Balance is hard for me cus I just wanna throw myself into everything 100% always but I neglected you and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Dom. I understand that about you; not just that, I love that about you.”

“The thing is, you might want to take that apology because it’s all I have to offer you today…”

You chuckled, “What more can you give me? These past few days you’ve given me the trust to make judgements for you. That means everything to me.”

“Well…you’re my favourite. And I’m going to keep you forever.”

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abbacchiosbelt · 5 years

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The Fox and The Bunny | Ren Hana x F!Reader

original date this story was published on AO3 — 2/19/2019. this story was also previously published under my main account.

summary — It's only natural that a fox would chase a bunny.

a/n — originally i was going to write this story as femdom, but it morphed into what i call... RENDOM. is ren's dirty talk inspired by hentai he's watched? PROBABLY (okay i'll see myself out now enjoy the story)

[would ren say "itadakimasu" like a little shit before giving his partner oral? PROBABLY]

cw for possessive behavior, blood, predator & prey dynamics, and a yandere character.

It was finally Valentine’s Day – Ren’s favorite holiday. You had been prepping since the beginning of the month for your special day.

Ren claimed he had some last-minute things to pick up, leaving you to put together your surprise for him. As time had gone on, Ren had begun to trust you enough to leave you alone. Captivity had become normal to you at this point, your old life left behind and nearly forgotten. You touched your fingers to your neck, drawing them across where your shock collar used to rest. The collar you used to wear was waiting in the basement, though you suspected Ren had put it to… other uses lately. Despite it all, you loved him. You thought there was no better day to express it than his favorite holiday. For this year, you had created a Valentine’s nest for him. You had carefully put together a collection of cute blankets and fluffy pillows, gently used by you throughout the month to leave your scent. You had also collected a basket of his favorite treats and had managed to buy a figure of one of his favorite characters without him knowing. But your main surprise today was your outfit – a bunny girl costume. Ren had dressed you up plenty of times, sure, but you rarely got to pick the outfit yourself. Today was different.

You had adorned yourself with a typical bunny costume: a tight black leotard with a sweetheart neckline that had a fluffy tail on the back, a pair of sleek nude leggings, a pair of heels (though you were afraid you’d tower over Ren a little too much) and the most adorable pair of bunny ears you could find. You had foregone the collar and wrist adornments, as Ren had a particular habit of biting you in those areas. You walked to the bathroom to take one last quick glance at yourself. Though Ren loved you no matter what you looked like, you had opted for a makeup look today that made your eyes pop.

The sound of the locks on the door clicking alerted you to the fact Ren was home, and you scrambled back to the living room to stand next to your surprise for him. A moment later you heard the door open, followed by Ren’s familiar voice.

“I’m home!” He said, his voice cheery. “I’ve got presents for my special Valentine.”

You heard him slip his shoes off, his toes clicking on the floor as he moved towards the living room.

“I’m in here, Ren!” You said, knowing he would panic if you didn’t respond soon. “I’ve got a surprise for you too.”

You heard the clacking speed up and giggled to yourself. He loved getting presents, though not as much as he loved lavishing gifts on you. You adjusted your costume one last time and stepped out from behind your Valentine’s display, doing a little spin.

“Surprise!” You said, making a motion like you were a host showing off a prize. “What do you think?”

Ren stood motionless for a moment, and you felt your heart rate start to increase. Did he not… like it? Your thoughts were broken by the sound of Ren’s bags hitting the floor as he scampered up to you, eyes bright.

“It’s perfect!” He said. Ren’s enthusiasm was evident as he ran his hands up and down your side, fingers gently caressing your exposed skin. “I can’t believe you did all this. You must really love me.”

“Of course, Renren.” You saw his tail swish at the use of your nickname for him, something he had been begging you to do for months. “There’s some more stuff over here-“

Your step towards the rest of the gift was halted by Ren’s tight grip on your wrist.

“We’ll have time for that other stuff later.” He said, pushing you slowly to the wall until your back was pressed against it. He had a dark look in eyes as he stared at you, his hands placed on either side of your body, tail gently swishing behind him. “I have an idea.” “O-oh? What’s that?” You replied, feeling a pang in your chest. You were nervous, and he could sense it.

“Well, seeing as I’m a fox, why wouldn’t I chase down the little bunny in my house?” He said, watching your face for a reaction. You were a little excited by the idea, eager to hear more. “Imagine being hunted in your own home… You know where to run, and you know where to hide, but you know you can’t outrun the predator chasing you.”

You let out a slight gasp, which urged Ren to continue. He moved his hands to caress your arms, his nails absent-mindedly digging into your skin.

“And this predator… well, he’s hungry.” He said, baring his fangs at you in the midst of his smile. A shiver went down your spine. “He’s craving you, in fact.”

You were silent for a moment as you looked down at him, his tail now swishing quickly behind him. You could feel your heart start to pound harder, a mix of nerves and excitement.

“I… Okay.” You said, Ren’s hand trailing down to your wrist. You knew he could feel your increased heart rate. He took a step back and gave you a pointed look.

“Then run.”

You took off as fast as you could, heading for the spare bedroom first. ‘No, no. Stupid idea, he’ll check here right away. Upstairs?’ You listened for a moment, and at no sign of Ren, you quickly slipped out of the room and ran up the stairs. Heels be damned, you made it upstairs, running to hide in the bathroom. You jumped inside the shower, pulling the curtain closed. Ren had everything on you in this chase – he was a beastkin, after all. The thrill of being caught unaware excited you, but you wanted to prolong your game together for as long as possible. You listened as closely as you could, recognizing the sound of Ren walking outside the bathroom. You held your breath as he stopped, slowly opening the door. Your felt like your heart was about to burst. ‘Already? Damn.’ You were surprised to hear him leave the bathroom as quickly as he went, leaving the door cracked behind him. You guessed he wanted to play more too.

You took a moment to listen again. For now, the coast was clear. You ran as quietly to his bedroom as you could, shutting and locking the door behind you gently. Though traces of Ren were all over his room, there was no actual Ren to be found. You breathed a sigh of relief and wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead. The heels were doing a number on you. Though the leggings might be slippery on the floor, the heels were leaving you at a disadvantage. You slipped them off, feeling immediate relief. You considered where to go next when you heard Ren’s voice outside the door, sickeningly sweet.

“Oh, my cute little bunny must be nearby.” You heard his hand on the doorknob, rattling it slightly. “Hm, you think you’re a clever little bunny? We’ll see!”

Ren gave up on the door a moment later, and you let a loud breath out. You guessed he would tire of the game soon. You took in a deep breath before you slowly unlocked and opened the door, peeking down the hallway before you made your next move. Without the heels, your footsteps were much quieter. You decided to go for it, sprinting down the hallway to the stairs.

“Found you, little bunny.” His voice had a touch of menace to it. Your heart dropped. Ren. He reached out to grab you and drug his nails into your side. You let out a hiss of pain, managing to free yourself from his grip which elicited a low growl from Ren. You quickly ran down the stairs, knowing Ren wasn’t far behind.

You hesitated at the bottom, suddenly feeling the breath knocked out of you as your body was slammed into the floor. His breath was hot on your neck, one of his hands reaching to grip your hair tightly, bunny ears somehow staying on in the process. Ren sunk his teeth into the back of your neck as he pressed his body into you harder. You let out a groan and he growled again, lower and more predatory this time. A moment later he released his grip on your neck, his tongue darting out to lick the blood he had drawn.

“You tried so hard, my bunny.” He lapped some more of the blood from his bite, making you wince. You felt him shift on top of you again, his erection pressing now into you. “Now, what do with you?”

He didn’t give you a chance to reply before moving to stand, giving you a warning nip before removing himself completely.

“Stand up. Let’s see today’s catch, hm?” Ren bent down and slapped your ass harshly, his claws digging in slightly. You let out a small moan as you stood, body sore. Without the heels on, you weren’t much taller than him. Ren looked pleased with himself as he looked you over, running his hands over various parts of your body and clicking his tongue. His hands stopped on your breasts and he squeezed them, gentler than you expected.

“Perfect, just as I thought. You’ll be quite the meal.” Ren said, squeezing your breasts again. He put his ear against your chest, listening to the rapid beating of your heart. “Aww, so sweet. My little bunny is scared.”

Ren looked up at you, bringing one of his hands to rest lightly on your face. “How about we make use of your gift now?”

Ren dropped his hand from your face and quickly dragged you over to the nest you had made, pushing you face-first into the soft pile. You felt vulnerable in the position, unable to move with Ren still pressing against you. You felt his hands on your ass, harshly squeezing and pulling.

“You thought you could get away looking like this?” Ren said, bringing a hand down on your ass. You let out a hiss of pain, the sting from his slap lingering. His hands moved to your leotard as he brushed the fabric aside, his claws hastily ripping your tights in the process. The cool air hit your exposed body, the sound of a strained groan from behind you when Ren realized you weren’t wearing any panties.

“Such a slut for me, little bunny.” Ren’s hands trailed along your inner thighs as he spoke, fingers close to your burning core. “Get on all fours.”

You obeyed quickly and Ren’s hands grabbed your hips, angling your bottom half high into the air. You were totally exposed now. Ren went back to work on your thighs, his mouth gently kissing and nipping the skin. His claws dug into your ass as he worked, a harsh contrast from his gentle mouth. You felt a sudden jolt of pain as Ren clamped down onto your thigh, his fangs piercing your tender skin.

You moaned out his name, only encouraging him to lift his lips and bite down on a different area of your thigh. You gripped the blankets under you tightly, tears starting to prick at your eyes. Ren’s bites were almost always painful, but you had come to enjoy the sensation they left behind.

He let go again, his tongue darting out to lick up the blood from the marks he had just made. A moan escaped your lips and you felt Ren’s hands grip even tighter onto your ass.

“Enjoying this, bunny?” He said, his breath hot on your thighs.

“M-more, Ren.” You replied, pushing yourself towards him. He let go of your ass in response, moving his fingers to your wet center. He slid a finger up slowly, enjoying the sensation of how wet you were for him already.

“Eagar.” Ren said, and you felt his mouth even closer your body now, dangerously close to your pussy. You wanted nothing more than to push back and shove his face into you, but you knew he would hold it against you and tease you even further. Without warning he plunged one of his fingers inside of you, causing another loud moan to leave your mouth.

Ren quickly added another finger, languidly moving his fingers inside of you. You were surprised he had this much self-restraint – normally when he was this worked up, sex was animalistic and quick. Something about the outfit must have made him want to savor the situation. Ren slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving them to rest on your outer lips. You grumbled and pushed back in response, low whine in your throat.

Ren growled in response, his claws moving back to dig into your ass again. “Behave. It’s time for my meal, little bunny.”

You let out a small whine in response, and Ren seemed satisfied. You felt Ren shift behind you, feeling his lips against your wet folds a moment later. A whine left your mouth as Ren finally buried his mouth into your pussy, messy and rough. A moan ripped through you, your fingers ripping at the blanket as you tried to contain your composure.

Ren worked you with his tongue harshly, his hands gripping your ass as he worked you with his mouth. You felt like your core was on fire as Ren moved to lick your clit, sending a jolt through your body. You cried out his name again and he licked your clit again before plunging his tongue back into you, working diligently to drink in as much of you as possible.

Ren’s mouth vibrated against you as he became more desperate, his hands digging in tighter on your ass as he moved to lick your clit again. Your hands dug tighter into the blankets as he continued, alternating between diving into you with his tongue and working your clit. You felt yourself come close to the edge, thighs and arms shaking as you held yourself up. Ren moved back to your clit, each lick bringing you closer. His mouth rumbled on you again and you let go, orgasm ripping through your body.

His mouth remained on you a moment before he pulled off, going to practically rip his zipper off before shoving his cock inside you with no warning. You were knocked forward by the force, Ren’s hips slamming into you at an unrelenting pace. You gripped tighter to the blanket, overstimulation threatening your body.

Ren pushed you down as he fucked you, effectively laying you flat as he continued thrusting into you. You felt his breath on your ear, followed by a harsh nip. “You tasted so good, my bunny.”

“Mine, mine, mine…” Ren whispered into your ear, low groan leaving his throat. He suddenly slowed his pace, his cock sliding in and out of you at a painfully slow place.

“Ren,” you whined, pushing back into him at your own risk. “Please!”

“Should I fuck you, though? You looked so cute. You wanted to be cute, right?” Ren said, his fangs brushing against your ear. “Or were you just a little slut all along? Just waiting for me to come home and fuck you?”

He pulled out of you and rubbed his cock against your entrance, waiting for a response.

“I… I knew you would want to fuck me.” You said, heat growing on your face. You were glad it was shoved into the blankets.

“Good, good.” Ren replied, his tongue licking the shell of your ear. “Turn over for me, bunny.”

You rolled over, face red from exertion and embarrassment. Ren’s face was flushed too, eyes lidded and mouth still wet from your juices. He took no time pulling down the top of your leotard, exposing your breasts.

“So cute.” He mumbled, leaning down to suck and lick your nipples, alternating mouth and fingers between the two. You wiggled underneath him, desperate to have him inside of you again.

“Renren…” you moaned.

He lifted his head at the sound of your voice, his gaze finally meeting yours. He pushed his cock back into you, the nickname sending a sudden swell of affection through him. His pace was slow again as he pushed into you, his head resting near yours.

“I’m crazy about you, you know?” Ren said between thrusts, his voice sounding strained. “I’ve been… good? Right?

“Always.” You replied, gently rubbing his ears. He moaned above you, starting to thrust faster.

“But I can’t… You look so good. I need you.” Ren paused for a moment as he pushed himself into you even further, cock buried deep inside you. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

You simply gave him a look from underneath your lashes, moving to drag your nails down his back. He growled, next thrust snapping into you, harder, harder…

Ren’s pace was relentless as he fucked you into the pile, his possessive nature taking over. His claws were digging into your skin, his mouth moving to bite your neck. His bite was not gentle, harsher even than the bites on your thighs. He was marking you, his teeth sinking even deeper into you.

A moan ripped through your throat, both from pleasure and pain. Ren lifted his mouth and you felt your warm blood drip down your throat, blood from his mouth dripping onto your exposed chest. You looked up at him, eyes dark and bloody fangs bared. His mouth moved to your breasts, mouth sucking harshly at your skin as he lapped up your blood and worked to leave more marks.

"You're mine. Always." Ren panted out, his eyes nearly closed. His mouth went back to your neck, harsh kiss placed on the mark he had just left. A whine left his throat as he pulled his mouth off of you, his focus now back to fucking you senseless.

Ren rammed into you with reckless abandon, your body now just a toy for him to play with. His hands were pressed so harshly into your skin that you were sure you’d have bruises by tomorrow. His noises were animalistic now, throaty growls and loud yips. Ren’s pace was growing more erratic, his release close.

“I need more,” Ren growled at you, swiftly maneuvering your legs to rest on your shoulders. He paused for a moment to shove a pillow under your hips before plowing back into you, cock pushing even deeper into your body. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, your hands grabbing for purchase on Ren’s skin anywhere you could find.

At this angle you could feel everything Ren was doing into you, his harsh pace making your core ache. A bead of sweat dripped onto you from Ren’s forehead, his face holding a fierce look as he proved his ownership to you.

“Ren!” You cried out as his thrusts became erratic again. You could feel him shaking at this point, his release close.

He was fucking you like it was your last time together, like you might slip away and leave him. Ren was panting heavily now, his eyes finding yours and refusing to look away.

"No one will get to see you like this," Ren said in between the sound of your skin slapping together. "My bunny. My slut. Mine."

A moment later you felt his hands tighten around your thighs as he practically screamed, his cock twitching inside of you as he released himself.

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment as Ren remained inside of you, your heavy breathing and his fast panting the only noise in the room. His eyes were still locked with yours as he gently pulled your thighs down, his body collapsing on top of yours. His cock slid out of you, some of his sticky cum beginning to drip out.

“Renren.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

“Bunny.” He replied, licking your cheek softly in return.

You were both silent, taking in the moment. Your body was sore, your various injuries burning as you took a deep breath. The pain was familiar – and not unwanted, not when it was like this. It would heal, you thought. Ren always took care of you. You felt him shift, his head tilted towards yours now, eyes bright.

“I liked that.” He said. You felt his cock, now semi-hard, twitch against your leg. “I really like it.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Well, it was one of your presents. That’s the point.”

He chirped at you in response, his tail puffed up behind him. “It was a really good present!”

“Oh, and sorry I kind of… ruined the outfit.” He added, feigning shame but looking rather smug. “But the nest had a good christening.”

You stuck your tongue out at him in return. He gave you a grin, slightly more menacing with the addition of his fangs. Ren sat up, careful not to press into any of your injuries. You sat up as well, wincing. Ren’s tail wrapped around you as he moved to be closer to you. You caught him out of the corner of your eye staring at the mark he had left on your neck. He looked a little too proud.

“Want to actually open our other presents now?” You said, your voice snapping him out of his trance.

“Sure!” He said, an infectious grin crossing his face. You couldn’t help but you grin back at him. “After that, it’ll be time for round two, my little bunny.”

Shit. This was going to be an all-day Valentine’s affair, wasn’t it?

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Priceless pt. 2: The Collector x Reader

OK. Holidays are over. Enough feel-good fluff, let’s get back to the angst and whump. Jkjkjkjk but for real this one is not fun. Trigger warning for torture and child abuse!!!

Pt. 1 Here

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Your head felt like it was about to explode.

The pain made you moan as your eyes slowly slid open. The dim light of the room barely improved your situation, and the you tried to focus on the source of the baleful yellow light.

It flickered from a lamp sitting abandoned on a scratched and dusty table.

The floor beneath your bare feet was cold cement. You were apparently in some type of basement.

As more sensations began to register in your body, you realized that your arms were tied behind the back of the chair you’d been placed in - a layer of duct tape wrapping around your chest holding you tight to the seat.

Where were you?

“Oh hey sweetheart. Nice of you to join us.”

Your eyes darted up to see Arkin standing across the length of the room from you, rifling through a duffle bag and pulling various tools and metal objects out before placing them deliberately on a table.

It wasn’t until you saw Asa behind him that the severity of your situation really started to sink in.

Arkin had stripped Asa and tied him to a chair much like the one you were seated on. Unlike you, his ankles and arms were tied directly to the hard surface as well. You could see his fists curled, testing the strength of the metal cuffs wrapped around his wrists.

His eyes were hidden behind another strip of duct tape, and his ears were covered with headphones.

Arkin saw your pale and ill expression as you observed the larger man.

“Noise canceling headphones. He can’t hear shit right now.”

He strode over to stand behind the bound man.

“That was always the worst part for me – not knowing what he was gonna do next… I don’t have the fancy set up like he does… or, did. But I can improvise.”

Arkin set his hands softly on Asa’s bare shoulders, and you watched in shocked horror as Asa flinched harshly and began to thrash against the bonds holding him.

Letting out a chuckle, Arkin patted Asa on the cheek, moving his fingers away quickly as Asa snapped his teeth, trying to bite.

“He’s a fighter, your guy. Gotta give him props for that. I wasn’t expecting anything different; but even after I put him in the trunk hooo boy…”

Arkin moves his sleeve up to show you a deep set of fresh gouges in his arm.

“He got one hand loose, and that was that. Not making that mistake again.”

You swallowed nervously.

“Arkin… you don’t have to do this. You can still turn us in, I’ll confess to everything… I’ll make him confess … just… please don’t do this.”

The slender man looked at you with a hard expression before scoffing.

“Because the state’s definitely gonna give him what he deserves… Nah, honey. I want this man dead. I want him to hurt like he hurt me… and I want you to watch it all happen.”

A warm tear dripped down your face as you began to realize neither you nor Asa would probably be making it out of this alive.

Arkin’s pale blue eyes followed the trail of the tear as it moved from your cheek to your chin; gaze momentarily softening before breaking to return to his main captive.

He cleared his throat.

“One thing I learned while I was the good doctor’s guest was that different people respond differently to different kinds of stimulation…. What made me scream didn’t necessarily work on his other pets.”

Your wet gaze followed Arkin as he moved to the table and grabbed a wicked looking serrated knife.

“For example, I can do this…”

Fast as a wink he turned and pulled the blade across Asa’s left pectoral, leaving a streaming red line in his wake.

Asa grit his teeth behind his lips, but didn’t make a sound.

“… and I barely get anything.”

The knife was abandoned to the floor.

“But if I do this…”

He moved his palm to lay flat against Asa’s mouth and nose, cutting off his air.

The effect was immediate. Asa let out a muffled cry – somewhere between a scream and a growl – and writhed. Using everything he had in him to dislodge the hand still pressed to his skin.

Arkin grinned as he took his hand away, letting the offending limb drift to his side as he stood beside Asa’s heaving form.

“Completely different reaction, right?”

You shuddered as you watched Asa try to calm himself, taking deep breaths in and out through his nose as he visibly shook.

“Seems like our boy gets a bit more worked up by the hands-on approach than by any of this junk. Not really surprising, considering his history…”

He must have seen some confusion in your gaze and gave another low chuckle.

“I suppose that’s not really the kind of thing a big bad serial killer wants to share… so I’ll do him a solid and let you ask him about it later.”

You licked your dry lips.

“Later?”

Arkin nodded decisively.

“I plan on getting at least a few weeks of fun out of Dr. Emory here before I send him Downstairs. You’ll have time to catch up.”

With that he pulled the headphones and tape away from Asa’s face.

Asa blinked several times trying to let his eyes adjust to the sudden light before they focused on you.

You could literally see his muscles clench in anger as his dark gaze turned to Arkin, blazing.

“They have nothing to do with this.”

Arkin whirled and punched Asa in his gut – causing the seated figure to hunch in on himself with a grunt of pain.

Fingers twisted themselves in Asa’s hair as Arkin yanked his head to the side and leaned down.

“Maybe not, but they have something to do with you – and that’s good enough for me.”

Asa spat in Arkin’s face, looking like he was moments away from tearing the metal cuffs that held him apart and lunging at the smaller man.

Wiping spittle from his face, Arkin grabbed a nearby bucket and hoisted it high, letting the contents fall over Asa’s naked body.

Ice and water splashed over the cold cement floor as you gasped at the sudden turn of events.

The chill of the late winter air was prevalent in your mind as Asa began to shiver violently.

The basement stairs creaked as Arkin ascended, hitting light switches on his way up.

“Goodnight you crazy kids. See you in the morning.”

The door closed, and you were left in the bitter cold of the dark room, wondering what new horrors tomorrow would bring.

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You couldn’t recall falling into an uncomfortable slumber, but you must have. Pale slivers of sunlight threaded past the thick foam covering the small basement windows. You sickly realized that this must be for sound-proofing. Not a good sign.

The basement felt warmer than it had been last night. A small space heater in one corner was blowing warm air onto Asa, who was either asleep or unconscious – his head hung low on his chest, but he was no longer shivering.

A sound that had been your own personal torture through the long night.

He hadn’t said a word to you after Arkin left – not even responding to your inquiries after his health in the chill darkness. After several tries you’d given up – unsure if it was pride or if he was actually incapable of answering.

Soft sounds of movement from behind your chair brought you back to reality.

You were not alone down here.

“Arkin… please let us go. You aren’t a killer. You don’t want to do this…”

A deep chuckle met your statement.

Your eyes widened as a tall man with grey hair– looking to be in his late 50’s or early 60’s- strode into view.

“Hello there. How are you feeling this morning?”

The man dragged a chair out of the corner and sat down between your seat and Asa – casually crossing one leg over the other and setting an arm on his knee. Looking for all the world like he was sitting down at a coffee date rather than a drafty basement torture chamber.

Brows furrowing, you paused before answering.

“… I’ve been better…”

Your statement was met with a hum of amusement.

“I suppose you probably have. But all things considered, you could be worse.”

“… I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name?”

Another soft laugh – somehow familiar – was your only answer.

Any further questions were put on hold as Asa groaned and began to stir in his seat.

“Asa…”

Both of you watched – you with concern, the strange man with something like humor – as the bound and naked man shook his head as if clearing cobwebs, and raised his eyes to gaze around the room.

The black eyes you knew so well stopped at the strange man casually watching from the proverbial sidelines.

Asa’s face immediately drained of blood till he was white as a ghost, and his mouth dropped open in shock.

The man laughed loudly at this, slapping his hand against his knee before rising and walking over to Asa.

Up to this point, you’d been more confused than upset by the elderly man’s presence in the basement; but that confusion quickly turned to fear as you watched Asa pull back and try to make himself as small as possible as the broad man approached.

“So… You’re the Collector, hmm? Interesting moniker. Mr. O’Brian gave me a brief overview of some of your exploits. I have to say, I’d be impressed if you hadn’t let a man like that get the better of you.”

A wrinkled hand rose to run through Asa’s hair – obsidian eyes pinched closed and if you didn’t know better, you’d think Asa was about to be sick from the expression on his face.

Quick as a flash, a loud SMACK sounded through the empty room as Asa was backhanded across his mouth.

“What have I told you about looking at someone when they’re talking to you?”

Asa’s gaze rose slowly to meet the man’s, who smiled down at the younger male.

“Much better. See? You haven’t forgotten everything.”

Your stomach sunk as you realized why this stranger looked so familiar. You’d seen him before, or rather, what he had been twenty years ago.

He turned to face you again.

“You’re not wrong my dear. Mr. O’Brian isn’t a killer; but I am. And I’d be more than happy to teach my son another lesson on the consequences of failure.”

Giles Emory walked over to the table Arkin had laid out with tools and instruments of pain - running his hand sensuously over each before selecting a hammer and several slender nails.

“That’s what fathers are for…”

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Your guy getting jealous when another guy from the title is your Secret Santa-----Soryu

Christmas Countdown--- Day 13

“Whose idea was it to have a stupid Secret Santa anyway,” Soryu grumbled under his breath.

The bidders were gathered in the penthouse lounge, and MC was brewing a fresh pot of coffee. For some reason that was still unknown to Soryu, the group of friends were waiting to partake in a holiday gift exchange. Normally Soryu would chalk this experience up to a minor causality of having eccentric friends, but this time was different. For you see, this time MC was also participating-and he had yet to figure out which one of the guys had drawn her name.

Soryu also didn’t know whose name MC drew either, which left him feeling a bit agitated. Not that any of this was her fault of course. Once the gift idea was proposed, Baba and Ota were quick to rope MC into the festivities, and Eisuke grinned in amusement, doing nothing to stop the situation.

“Here you go sweetie,” MC softly commented, while placing the steamy cup of coffee down in front of him.

Soryu snapped back to the present and flashed a small smile of gratitude to the maid.

“Hurry up and sit down! I’ve got better things to do with my time then sit around here with you degenerates,” Eisuke grumbled from the couch.

Everyone took that as their cues to find wrapped gift, and Soryu kept sneaking peeks over at MC, curious to see what her present was going to be. Grinning, MC tore at the wrapping paper, and uttered a happy gasp when she saw the contents of her present.

“This necklace is gorgeous,” MC breathed.

She held up the jewelry into the light to admire it more thoroughly, and Soryu felt a twinge of jealousy surge throughout him.

“I’m glad you like it,” Ota suddenly spoke up, “A good doggy like you, needs to have a nice collar. Here, I’ll help you put it on.”

Soryu’s eyes nearly bugged out from his head, when he saw MC willingly brush her hair to the side and allow Ota access to her exposed neck. “That’s enough!” Soryu roared with discontent. “I think we’ve had enough of these silly games for one day.”

Soryu marched over to collect MC’s hand, before forcefully leading her out of the penthouse lounge.

“Soryu, why are you acting like this?” MC complained, still wondering what the deal was with his irrational behavior.

Soryu ignored her and pressed her up against a window in the hallway. MC felt Soryu’s powerful hands spin her around, until her chest was pressed against the sturdy frame.

“Hold your hair up,” he coolly instructed.

MC obliged and she soon felt a chain wrap around her neck. Once she felt Soryu’s warm hands leave her body, MC explored and delved the pendant gifted to her by Soryu.

“It’s beautiful,” she truthfully admitted, “This was the perfect present that anyone could ever ask for.”

“Don’t ever wear anything that another man gives you,” the mobster grumbled, “You’re mine and mine alone. You should always wear this necklace, just to really remind and reinforce that we’re together.”

His strong arms seized MC from behind, and immediately went to work on nibbling her scrumptious neck. Soryu’s teeth sunk into her skin, eliciting a cry of pure sweet bliss.

“Soryu? Did you just give me a hickey?” MC hissed through a mixture of emotions.

MC wanted more, but she also knew there was a shift waiting that wasn’t going to completed by anyone else.

Soryu confidently turned her around and pressed his forehead against hers.

“I did, which means now other men are going to warned that you are mine and mine alone.”

MC flushed at his declaration, but nevertheless leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek.

“I’ll always only have eyes for you Soryu,” MC shyly assured him.

Adjusting the collar of her uniform to ensure MC had proper coverage over her newfound hickey, she held Soryu’s hand as they walked back to the lounge.

Soryu’s jealous sight was often a rare phenomenon, but a part of her was happy that he cared more than anything for her. Squeezing his fingers, MC began to daydream about other ways she could bring out this possessive side of her boyfriend. Her holiday downtime would be beginning soon, and she already started to plot other scenarios to get her stoic boyfriend to become weak in the knees for her.

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Luce in altis | iv. The King and His Crown

S Y N O P S I S | Passed down from centuries worth of history, the remnants of a hatred between two kings reside in a small village that serves as a border between their two feuding kingdoms. y/n lives in that village and must seek aid from one of the kings. Her trust is tested when she learns of the king that is truly wicked.

C H A R A C T E R S | Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, reader (y/n) ; (mentions of other members)

G E N R E | fantasy, romance, drama — royalty au

W A R N I N G S (chapter specific) | none

W O R D C O U N T | 4.1k

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I never considered myself to be brave for crossing the forest into the Dark Kingdom, but rather, dumb and reckless. Honestly, after being imprisoned and awaiting my possible death sentence for the past twelve hours, I did not feel one ounce of bravery.

Why had this been my plan A? Why did I choose to come here out of all places? I could have gone to Hemera; maybe they were nicer.

Right. Because there was no plan B. Because everyone I knew had been captured by the Kingdom or possibly dead. Because Taehyung was here.

I hadn’t even known it was sunrise and time for the guard to retrieve me from my cell until, in a whirlwind of black, he appeared out of thin air with a metal tray on the other side of my cell.

The guard slid the tray under the metal bars and my stomach growled at the sight of food. On the tray was a piece of bread and upon picking it up with my hands, I knew it was stale. In a bowl next to the bread was a single servings worth of porridge, although not looking the least bit appetizing, my mouth watered slightly at the sight of something hot and edible.

“You have five minutes. The king will be here soon, and you must be in the throne room by then.” Although the guard had done his duty, he spoke with an unexpected tone; he didn’t have the sinister tone I expected. There wasn’t that distinct roughness in his voice, wasn’t everyone in Erebus supposed to be evil?

I ate in silence as the guard stood by the cell. No doubt it hadn’t been five minutes when I was finished, and he knew because the sound of keys jingling was followed by the creaking of the gate as I quickly stuffed the last of the bread into my mouth. The guard lifted the tray in one hand while his other hand wrapped around my forearm lifting me from the stone ground.

“Time’s up.”

When I glanced at his other arm again, the tray had disappeared, magic taking it away to wherever.

From the darkness of the underground prison, I was led to the throne room, the same room from yesterday. I was still not chained. At some point, the grip on my arm had tightened and I had found myself at the foot of those dark looming doors again.

We entered.

Today was different because, along the center aisle, people were awaiting their king. The man who seemed to have authority yesterday lost it in the presence of their almighty king who had yet to be sitting upon the throne. That man had now been standing at the side of the throne, talking amongst the crowd. He glanced at the throne, a side look.

The king was late today.

Upon my entrance, those standing along the side stared as the guard pulled me along, some with a glare and others with sinister smiles. They looked on as if I was an exhibit and the man hadn’t lied, today under the torture of their king, I would be for sure.

The guard shoved me lightly, making sure I was on my knees and I caught myself, hands planted on the ground. The perfect position to beg for mercy from their king.

“The king awaits,” the man smiled, lifting his wine glass as if toasting a happy holiday.

A few minutes had passed, silence crept in as the people began to whisper, covering their mouths as if I couldn’t tell they were talking of me. Their eyes gave them away as they flitted from me to their companions.

Footsteps, a clack of the slight heel on a men’s loafers hit the polished marble floors. It was as apparent as thunder sounding with the tranquil midnight sky.

The first footstep sounded and the guests along the center aisle were silent immediately. The room silenced and the footsteps grew louder as they approached closer to the shut doors. Almost immediately, the air grew cold and I felt a chill shoot down my back and throughout my body, hitting deep in every limb.

It wasn’t a temperature change, but rather a change in the atmosphere. The people in the room a moment ago were talking and within hearing the first footstep grew into quiet obedient subjects as they got onto a knee and bowed their heads down.

Something about their king frightened them and from that fact alone, my own fear heightened. This man was definitely the epitome of power.

In the silence of the room, the footsteps sounded from behind me.

One step.

Then another.

“Get down,” a hiss from the guard as his hand pushed my back with harsh force.

I fell forward again but didn’t attempt to get up. My arms tremble slightly as they supported my weight with my knees.

Another, and I felt another chill run down my spine. He was no more than a foot's worth away. My breathing became shallow and I pushed my stare into the slight shimmer and the nearly noticeable swirl of whites in the marble.

“Well, well, well, what’s this?” It was more of a statement than a question. He spoke with a hint of playfulness as if the surprise was a delight. Even without seeing his face, his voice gave enough for me to want to run and hide. He was like a wolf, and I became the young deer he was about to hunt.

The sound of his shoes hitting the marble floor as he stopped in front of me followed by the rustling of fabric on fabric.

No one dared to answer his question.

I didn’t dare lift my head; I felt sick. From my focus on the marble tiles, I saw his knee on the floor, a hand next to him as he knelt down. “Who are you, my darling?”

“A girl from the Village. She was following royal soldiers coming from Inverary, Your Majesty.” The way the word ‘village’ was uttered from his mouth as if we were dirt to them. We probably were, powerless, poor, and most of all, magicless.

“I didn’t ask you, Yoongi,” he spoke with a bitter tone and two cold fingers were placed under my chin, forcing my head to lift and my eyes to meet his.

He spoke as my head began rising, “Now, what’s your name darling?” There was a glimmer of a sinister type of happy in his eyes before our stare met.

The moment our eyes met, I saw a certain shock flicker in his eyes before they shifted pitch-black locking whatever emotion he’d just felt previously away. My own heart had sunk.

I know you. The thought flashed in my head before I answered his question.

“y/n,” it came out quietly. I didn’t know why I had answered, maybe I answered because the shock was the only thing running through my mind. My eyes were wide from the realization. His fingers dropped from my chin, a cat-like smirk on his lips as he registered the cold look onto his face again.

“What a lovely name,” he commented with that wicked smile. He stood on his feet before strolling casually to the throne and sitting on what was truly his and with the way he lounged on it, everyone should know better than to try and take what was his.

And Yoongi knew when he had bowed along with everyone else in the room.

“Rise.”

Everyone moved as one, not a single one had been slower or quicker as they rose to their feet from their previous bow.

It was at this moment that I took a hard glance at the clothes he had worn on this occasion. A black tunic, shining with the finest silk, and black trousers. Entirely black, something seemingly to match the wickedness of his kingdom, yet it was held elegancy with the way the clothes had fitted perfectly on his body.

Most importantly, a silver crown adorned with diamonds atop his head and a simple crescent moon at the center. Erebus, the kingdom of the dark, represented by the night and the moon, when it is most dark.

“You can speak now.”

The statement meant for Yoongi.

“What should we do about this thing, Your Majesty?” Yoongi spoke and I only heard his malicious intents of torture. I was the ‘thing’, not ‘girl’, just a useless meaningless object. The way he had spoken with a sneer; he would find joy in my suffering.

“I’m tired from travels, just lock her away,” he waved his hand and the guard was at my side once more, a dismissal. The gathered crowd seemed to have released a disappointed sigh into the atmosphere although it was silent. And their king with a slight smile added on, “For now.” As he spoke, a muscle feathered in his jaw, he was clenching his teeth.

The moment the guard had grasped my arm, my mind went blank and I called out to my friend to help me, “Taehyung! Please!”

The room from its previous silence had gone deadly silent as Yoongi who occupied the king’s side took a step forward, pointing a finger. “You dare call His Majesty by his name!” His palm opened.

But everything went slow as I truly felt the magic being emitted from him. It was directed towards me and a voice spoke in my head.

Don’t let him touch you.

Do not let his magic touch you.

Save yourself.

As if reaching out to the power, I raised my hand and held it in front of me as if it could block whatever power was aimed towards me. I must’ve looked stupid, that was until I stood and wasn’t affected as I should have been. My feet planted firmly on the ground; I wasn’t wavered even the slightest bit by the power that came from him. Even the guard had released me for that quick second.

Standing shocked, I haven’t even had the time to register what had happened before a rough hand grabbed my shoulder and chains had finally locked my wrists. My eyes were still wide as I allowed myself to be shackled.

‘I could repel his magic’ was all that ran through my mind.

“So we have a little Villager witch,” Yoongi said, the tone of his voice was cold and bitter. Yeah, a supposed-to-be villager had some of that power that brewed in their veins. It was supposed to be theirs. I suddenly felt sick from the joy he found in this.

Taehyung still sitting on the throne nonchalant, examining his hands as a smile played on his lips. There was a certain indecipherable feather in the muscle of his jaw as if the smile was an act to hide whatever he had been feeling. “It seems we do, how interesting. This might actually be fun,” he hummed, amusement in his smile.

“What do we do, Your Majesty?”

At this, Taehyung sat up on his throne and I saw his hands clutch onto the armrests. “Keep her chained up and put her away. Do not under any circumstances are those chains to be removed by anyone aside from me or by my orders.” His face was still, I couldn’t even read it as he stood slowly and strolled to the doors. Just as he was about to step over the threshold, he turned his head ever so slightly towards us, towards Yoongi.

“Oh, and this is to be kept silent.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Yoongi swiftly got onto a knee and bowed his head once again as did everyone else. The guard grabbed the back of my head and roughly pushed my head down into a bow. As the footsteps against the marble grew quiet, disappearing down the hall and the doors shut, my hair was grabbed pulling my head up from the bow. I seethed through my teeth.

Whirlwinds of black swirled all around as subjects began to disappear from my sight.

“Take her to the cell as His Majesty said,” Yoongi ordered, his eyes trained beyond the doors. He didn’t like his king, but he obeyed. He did not have a choice but to be a subject. There was a hierarchy that he couldn’t breach, no matter how much he wanted it.

I kept my stare on him as the guard tugged onto my arm, pulling me away.

No doubt there was jealousy and hunger for power hidden behind those dark eyes.

—

Clink, clink, clink.

For the tenth time, I was throwing my chained wrists into the rigid stone wall. No matter the pain of hitting the metal around my wrists against hard stone, there was no comparison to the disgusting feeling the chains on my wrists produced.

The fucking chains feel like hell.

They emitted a low blue glow and it made me feel sick in the pit of my stomach. I felt nauseous, but it wasn’t a simple nausea from eating something wrong or seasickness. No, the nausea loomed like no tomorrow. Honestly, I began to feel the room spin.

I raised my hand to throw the metal against the stone again when I stopped, a wave of nausea hit.

My hands grasped my stomach.

This nausea was hell.

I paced to the corner and my hands were on the wall as I bent and whatever they had given me for breakfast ended up on the ground.

A pair of hands wrapped around my arms, gently pulling me to the ground. Then they wrapped around the chains on my wrist. In a second, the nausea was gone and I felt fine like nothing had ever happened.

Was I hallucinating at this point?

The chains loosened. I shook my hands, finally released of the chains and when I had registered that, my hand became in contact with skin.

“Okay, I deserved that,” his right hand clutched his cheek, his eyes on the corner that was the result of this nausea. Before I had continued, his hand waved towards my dirty shirt and the mess had been gone although the feeling of dirt was still there. My clothes were back to its original state, clean and unripped.

“How dare you?” —lie to me. There must have been so much hatred radiating from me because he had slid back a few feet for distance. Suddenly, a sarcastic laugh escaped from me. I wondered for a second if some of the evilness in the kingdom had slipped into me. “Kim Taehyung, that makes sense. The Great King of Darkness.” My head shook as the forced laughter erupted from me. You have got to be kidding me.

“It must have been so fun playing around with a village girl for a week,” I didn’t feel an ounce of regret as harsh words left my mouth. Deep down, my heart didn’t feel so confident in my chest; it felt rather hurt, a bit broken. Did I feel betrayed?

He took notice of the now dulling blue glow of the chains on the stone floor and mumbled quietly, “the chains were supposed to suppress your powers.” He paused. “That’s why you were nauseous.”

“I don’t have powers,” I stared at the ground. “I don’t.”

“You can make yourself believe whatever you want, but what you did back in the throne room was magic,” he said pointedly. Yet, there was a slight smirk on his face and you want to wipe it off. “I knew you were different.”

“I can’t have magic. I’m a commoner from the Village!” My frustration grew and my voice rose with every word, ending with a frustrated scream.

I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t want any of this.

“Hey, hey,” his hand placed onto my arm. When I brought my harsh gaze to it, his hand dropped to his side. “Look, it’s possible.” Then his gaze fell from my eyes to the floor and his voice grew quiet, “Some of it ended up in the Village when the Great War ended.”

“But none of my family has it,” I mumbled.

“Perhaps it has manifested inside of you itself,” his eyes focused on the stone below his feet.

“The faster I get away from the place, the faster my ‘powers’ will go away.” I spat out bitterly. My tone was beyond harsh, but I couldn’t help the anger that fueled inside my chest. It felt like heat from molten lava. It was the betrayal.

“You cannot leave now that you’ve stepped foot into my kingdom. They would never let you leave this palace alive.” His eyes stared behind me and in those eyes, burned something dark and empty, a brewing apology.

“Why? You’re king, you can do whatever you want,” even though it was just a statement, I couldn’t help the bitterness that was laced in my voice.

“Even if I bear the crown a king wears, I am not the true ruler here. Not anymore,” he lowered his voice. Indeed as his eyes met mine, there was a dying fire in them. It was like something was drowning him, it was killing him on the inside.

And, for reasons of it, I couldn’t hold the bitterness. It wasn’t an act, yet the anger had slipped from me slightly, draining from the heated part in my chest. Although I still held onto some, that scene from the throne room wouldn’t be replaced. I slid closer to him and released a sigh from my lips.

“What do we do then? I stay here?” My tone had grown slightly more gentle, but there was still an edge. There was no way I could pretend I was fine.

“They’ll try to hurt you.” A muscle feathered in his jaw, he was holding his anger and I wondered momentarily that the idea of my harm would cause such a reaction. His eyes flickered onto the stone below my feet and his brows furrowed.

“I’ll try to get you out of this place,” there was determination behind his words. For a second, his gaze remained distant before he bent down to pick up the unclasped chains. “You have to put these back on,” his eyes took hold of mine and there was a flash of guilt in them. Things would be worse if you don’t have them on when they come back.

I forced myself to trust his words and reluctantly extended my two hands, clenched shut ready to take the nausea that would ensue.

“I’ll get rid of the nausea, I promise.” The cuffs were shut and I felt the sickness resume. His hand rose to the back of my head and another hand on my forehead. A calming darkness came to me and called for me to fall into its arms. It wasn’t like the bitter cold that stormed my home every year during winter. I felt myself reaching for it.

“Sleep and forget the sickness,” Taehyung whispered gently. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

Before I leaped into darkness’s arms, I was laid onto the floor and my eyes half-closed as I watched Taehyung disappear into a whirlwind of black, a grimace on his face.

Now, this encounter felt like a dream. Would I remember this in the morning?

—

When I awoke, I was no longer on the cold stone floor, but in a large bed. Underneath me was sheets made of silk I couldn’t have even dreamt of having. I slowly sat up, caution still streaming through me, and took in the room I had been moved to.

My hands were no longer bound in the chains that emitted a blue glow, this time just plain iron chains were on my wrists.

The room was dimly lit with similar globes of light along the walls and a few on the nightstand beside the bed.

I slowly turned and stood from the bed and walked towards the door. As I approached, there was someone behind it speaking.

“‘I told you to keep the human alive so she could be tortured, and I find her passed out from nausea?’” A voice, undoubtedly Yoongi’s, mocked behind the grand wooden door. “Better give us a good show, Your Majesty.”

The moment I had registered a few words, I quickly paced back to the bed and laid myself in it, closing my eyes. A moment later, the door swung open and Yoongi sauntered in, two female servants behind him.

“Get her into some clean clothes, His Majesty wants her presentable in the throne room. Thirty minutes,” there was a certain dismiss in his tone as his hand waved towards the room without a second glance.

The servants, voiceless, bowed as he spun around and left the room. They gently grabbed my arm and led me towards the washroom.

In thirty minutes, the servants had drawn large tubs of warm water, stripped me down, and washed me with towels damp with water and soap. I was told to sit at the edge of the bath basin and water was poured into my hair. There wasn’t enough time to bathe; this would have to do.

I complied silently. Was there another choice? As I was being dried, one of them left the washroom. The remaining girl ran a brush through my hair allowing it to dry better as well as taking a simple pin with a dark pearl at the end and pinning a strand of hair back.

She handed me undergarments and waited as I put them on. She, then, stood and guided me back to the bedroom.

The other girl held a dress.

I reluctantly stepped into the dress they had prepared. It was of different fashion than the ones that were worn in my more modest village. The dress was black, hanging down to my feet and cinched at the waist. The small train was silk. Although, the modesty was lost at the neckline which hung terribly low. Transparent lace adorned the top of the dress, only a band of black covered my chest. Everything else was left for eyes to roam beneath the sheer lace.

I was given a pair of black slippers. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and my mind went blank at the girl that looked back at me.

This was not me.

Not the girl who stared back with the sunken eyes and dark rings around her eyes even though a layer of powder had been swiped onto her face to try and cover that. Not the girl who had just been basically groomed that still showed how scared she was; that her bravery had shriveled away into nothingness. Definitely not this girl.

Without a given warning, the door opened. Yoongi had a bitter look on his face as he walked towards me and grabbed my arm much harsher. “I said to make her presentable, not dress her for a goddamn ball.” He mumbled as he tugged me out the door.

“You’ll thank His Majesty for the kindness he offered for you human.” His grip was stiff on my arm as he pulled me forward causing me to walk quickly to keep up with his pace. “Walk faster,” he said through clenched teeth.

Taehyung was lounging on the throne when the two grand doors had been opened. His crown slightly tilted on his head.

“Your Majesty,” Yoongi got onto a knee and bowed after tugging me to the marble floor. I reluctantly followed.

“There’s no need to put on such a show. Only the servants are here,” Taehyung smirked, he controlled Yoongi like he was a servant himself. “You can rise.”

“Thank His Majesty for his kindness,” Yoongi’s grip tightened on my arm.

I only gawked slightly, and my mouth opened ajar before, “Taehyung.”

“His Majesty,” Yoongi corrected, his tone bitter, hand tightening around my arm. He gave me a look and it took all I had to shove that lingering thought of rolling my eyes and spitting something nasty as a response.

I had no idea what had coursed through my veins at that very moment, but my next response hadn’t been favorable towards Yoongi.

“Your Majesty,” I bowed in mockery, hands grasped onto the skirt of my dress. “Thank you for your kindness.”

Immediately, Yoongi raised his hand; however, Taehyung spoke before he could use his magic.

“No, Yoongi, please don’t lay a finger on my beautiful y/n. She is to be my betrothed after all,” and he said that with the wicked smile he trained himself to hold so well. “Now loosen that terrible grip you have on her. Don’t want anything to get bruised, right?”

My heart dropped and the room fell into silence —worse than the one that had been when Taehyung first walked into the throne room this morning.

a/n

to this day, the moment of taehyung walking into the throne room still gives me chills i swear. it is the most favorite scene i’ve ever written. for those of you who have read the previous version, the ride really begins now!

yours truly, Selene ♡

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a thing called love → theo + lemon

WHO: @tj-beiste & @lemonsterling WHERE: WMHS Prom ‘40 WHEN: Friday, May 29 WHAT: Theo and Lemon win prom king and queen, have their slow dance, and make their relationship official.

THEO: "Will the candidates for prom court please gather on the stage?” Theo looked up from where he was standing on the dance floor when he heard the music stop and be replaced by the sound of their principal’s voice. He shifted his gaze back to Lemon, who was standing next to him, and raised his eye brows quickly. This was it. “Ready?” he asked quietly, grabbing her hand and quickly kissing the side of her head as they made their way to the stage. Once they were up there, he let her go and stood on stage left with all the other prom king nominees, occasionally stealing glances at her as they waited for their category. The principal went on his spiel about this being their moment and how everyone on stage was worthy, but Theo tuned most of it out. He wasn’t sure why, but he was pretty nervous. Finally he heard a drum roll. “And this year’s prom king is...” he held his breath, turning his head to look at Lemon for a moment, “Theo Beiste!” And then came the eruption of cheers. Theo grinned from ear to ear as he put his hands over his heart, dapping the other nominees before he made his way to the center of the stage to be crowned. He basked in the moment for a second, hollering along with his classmates at his win. But the room got quiet again once their principal started speaking. “And now, your 2040 McKinley High Prom queen...” Theo took a deep breath and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip as he waited, all the while thinking ‘please say Lemon, please say Lemon.’ LEMON: "Lemon Sterling-Duval!" The principal shouted just as Lemon stopped clapping for Theo. She knew he would win, but what she didn't expect was for /both/ of them to win. Of course she wanted them both to, but she was sure Winnie and Emory would both have an up on her. She let out a breathy chuckled, her hands immediately going to her chest as if she couldn't believe it. Okay, maybe it was because she had years of practicing her 'winning' look for pageants. She gave Emory and Winnie both a hug, Winnie being more reluctant and only giving the blonde a side hug. She made her way to the center of the stage, immediately looking at Theo. Last year's prom queen came from behind her and placed the tiara on her head, that girl also giving Lemon a hug and a 'congratulations'. She adjusted the tiara, leaning to speak to Theo. "We did it," she whispered, soaking up the applause and taking in how gorgeous Theo looked. After the noise died down and the other candidates exited the stage, it was time for the pairs that had won to have a dance. She grabbed Theo's hand and used her other hand to hoist up her dress so she didn't fall down the stairs. Once they situated in the middle of the dance floor, she heard the voices of Julien Schuester and Rory Slade singing /I Believe in a Thing Called Love/. She wrapped her arms around Theo's neck swaying lightly. "You know, I really didn't expect this," Lemon commented, smiling up at the tall guy. THEO: When the principal announced Lemon’s name, Theo felt a wave of relief wash over him. He knew she’d win, of course, but the confirmation put him at ease. He turned his head and stared at her dreamily as she made her way to the center of the stage to be crowned. “I knew we would,” he whispered back when she was at his side, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek again as he chuckled at the loud applause they were still getting. He grabbed her hand and raised it, like they had just won some victory match and this caused the crowd to roar even more. The rest happened quickly and soon they were being ushered off the stage to have their dance. Theo held Lemon’s hand and followed her down the steps, making sure to watch his step and keep the area around her feet cleared so no one stepped on her dress. When they reached the center of the dance floor, Theo wrapped his arms around Lemon’s waist loosely as they began to sway to the rhythm of /I Believe In A Thing Called Love/ sung by Rory and Julien. Theo was sure it was nice, but he hardly noticed. Lemon had his undivided attention and everything else had melted away. “You really weren’t expecting it?” he chuckled out, looking down at her with big, dopey eyes, “not even a little?” On some level, Theo knew they were a shoo-in. It was pretty cookie cutter of them, but whatever. There was no shame in that, at least not for him. “You’re...so fucking pretty,” he said to her quietly, repeating the words he’d said on their first date. He felt like all he could do was stare at her, a lovesick smile making its way on to his lips. There was so much he wanted to say but didn’t know how to say. “I’m really glad I bumped into you on your run,” he started, leaning down slightly to kind of get at her eye-level, “and that you forced me to do the musical. I’m really happy about about...just...all of it.” Not very articulate, but hopefully she knew what he was trying to say. LEMON: Lemon felt on top of the world at that moment. She had just won prom queen and the guy standing next to her who she had come to learn more about and fall for was prom king. It felt like a fairytale, it almost felt too good to be true yet it was. On the dance floor, she noticed how everyone had basically moved away besides the winners. She barely focused on everything else going on, all she could focus on was Theo. He looked amazing. He always looked amazing, but right now as she stared up at him lovingly the lights hitting his eyes and the blurry sight of draped stars behind him really accentuated just how beautiful his features were. “Maybe a little. I knew you would win, but I wasn’t sure I would,” and that was true. In her opinion, the only right choice for prom king was him. She smiled softly at his words. He had called Lemon beautiful probably a thousand time before but this time felt just a bit different. It was that moment that she really realized what they were. They really were a couple, boyfriend and girlfriend. Lemon just needed the courage to say it. “Thank you,” she smiled, resting her head on his chest as they danced. “You also clean up nicely,” she chuckled, looking back up at him. “But really, you look so handsome,” she confirmed. Lemon couldn’t stop smiling, she was just so happy like nothing could break this moment apart. “I’m really happy too. If someone would have told me at the beginning of this year that I’d be prom queen and that Theo Beiste was gonna win prom king and was my boyfriend I’d probably just-“ and that’s when she realized what she said. It had been on her mind, but she wasn’t expecting to say it yet there she was, calling Theo her boyfriend. “I mean, uh, not boyfriend?” She didn’t know how Theo would react so she was attempting to backtrack.

THEO: Theo clicked his tongue and shook his head as he stared down at her, a smile permanently planted on his face. “You’re too modest,” he chuckled out, tightening his arms around her a bit, “I knew you were gonna win. There really was no contest.” Theo had been to many proms and had danced to many slow songs, but none of those would stay in his memory forever the way this moment with Lemon would. He knew that for a fact. When she complimented him and leaned her head against his chest, he habitually pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling into her hair as she spoke. It was a relief to know that she was happy, even if their start hadn’t been perfect. Theo was definitely a work in progress and he was sure the road ahead for them wouldn’t be clear of obstacles, but he knew it would be worth it, whatever path they found themselves on. For the past couple of months, Lemon had been the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last before he fell asleep. He knew what he wanted them to be. He just had to figure out how to say it. But as fate would have it, she beat him to it. “Theo Beiste was your what?” he asked with a big smile, pulling back slightly to look down at her. He was doing his best to contain how stoked he was, but he wasn’t great at hiding his emotions. “Is that what you want?” he asked, tilting his head down to catch her eye, “because I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend for a while. I want the label. I want anniversary dates and holidays and driving you around and reading your favorite books even though I’m slow and I want...the whole thing. So just say the word and I’m in.” He meant it, he really did. If the situations that had been thrown their way taught him anything, it was that the only person he wanted was her. Officially. At that point, the music had stopped, and students were clapping, but he stood tall with his arms still wrapped around her. LEMON: Was Lemon modest? Possibly, but Lemon didn’t think of herself as some popular cheerleader. It’s what she was, but she would always say that she thought Winnie and Emory had just as much of a chance as she did, which probably wasn’t true. The pair that won truly were shoo-in’s individually and together. The cheerleader and quarterback falling for each other? They were destined to win. As they swayed to the music, soaking up each other, she was taking a mental picture of this moment. Even if they wouldn’t be some suburban couple 15 years from now, she knew this would be a moment she’d hold onto and cherish forever. Everything about them made sense. Even when Lemon or Theo got into drama, with our without each other, they somehow found their way back to each other and seemingly came out better than ever. Lemon knew she was falling for Theo and hard. She tried to suppress it just so she wouldn’t set herself up for failure if Theo eventually got bored, but he seemed to want to be with her and he made that clearer with every compliment and kiss. When the ‘B’ word left her mouth, she was basically speechless hoping she didn’t ruin anything. Just as she was about to back up on everything she just said, he began to speak. /He wanted to be with her/. Theo Beiste wanted to officially be with Lemon Sterling-Duval. It was about a month too late on that but they were doing it now. “Yeah,” she softly spoke, nodding her head. “I want to be with you Theo. For real. I want to you to be my boyfriend,” she stated, smiling up at him. “I didn’t know what this would end in and if I’m being honest I thought it’d end in heartbreak, but I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend since our first date,” it was crazy to actually say it all out loud now, to really put all their feelings on the table. “We’re really gonna do this, huh?” She cocked an eyebrow, her arms still latched around his with a cheesy smile. THEO: Theo loosened his arms around Lemon slightly but kept his hands on her waist, smiling down at her as a warm feeling spread through his chest. It really felt like they were coming out on the other side of whatever shit had preceded this very moment. A lot of Theo’s past relationships burned too hot and moved too quickly, but not them. They had taken their time to get to know each other and ease into being with each other, which meant that their foundation was solid. Listening to her say she wanted to be with him, out loud and with no stipulations made him feels like he was on top of the world. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard,” he chuckled out, trailing his hands up the sides of her body until they were both placed gently on either side of her face. To know that she had wanted to be with him since their first date sent a pang through him, a good one. “Me too,” he told her earnestly, shrugging his shoulders, “I mean if I’m being honest I’ve had a feeling about you for a lot longer than that. But you know this.” His crush on her wasn’t a secret, especially at this point. Maybe they would end in heartbreak. But if that was how they went down, he’d do everything in his power to make sure it was him getting hurt. “We’re definitely doing this,” he assured her, leaning down and finally doing the thing he’d wanted to all night. He kissed her and it felt like for a moment they were in their own movie. He pulled away slowly, smiling down at her as he strummed her cheeks with his thumbs. He didn’t want the moment to end, but it was rudely interrupted as a drunk JV football player almost stumbled right into Lemon with a drink in hand. “Yo—watch it!” Theo said, pulling Lemon back slightly and sticking out his hand to stop the guy that was clearly drunk and not paying attention. Good save, he thought to himself. “Let’s get out of here,” Theo said to her with a smile, meaning off the dance floor. He grabbed her hand and off they went.

#para #p: lemon sterling #limaevent:002 #lemon sterling

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