#i see that shot and just scream 'WHORE' like a primal instinct

[ginnysgraffiti]

Hiii. I wanna say I love your works for all of Timmy’s characters. Ive gotten back into my timothee obsession and after reading your fic on what each character tastes like i was thinking maybe what sex is like with each of his characters? Feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it just thought I’d shoot my shot!❤️

so touched to see that someone appreciates my stories TT

i really tried my best with this, i hope i didn't leave any grammar mistakes here and there, enjoy! <3

&. LEE

for a while, lee refused to have sex. he was terrified of hurting you.

however, when you reassured him and told him it was completely okay, he let himself lose it completely and follow his instincts.

that's why sex with lee is rough, primal and wet, and you never actually doubted that.

nights passed in his pick-up, in motels where he would let you stay just to have more comfort and mainly a proper bed, at his aunt's house, anything.

sex with lee would be amazing everywhere, and not a time where he would refuse to dirty talk to you in the meanwhile.

he can fuck. over and over. he's like a rabbit. talking about him slowing down or stopping by himself, the thought wouldn't even cross his mind if your voice doesn't beg for it. he's fast. that's it. he's so damn fast, rough and shameless. he isn't used to matching his pace with his partner's or even taking their time with them, so it would take him some time to get used to your preferences or just maintain control.

lee would be sooooo loud. he would whine and grunt and beg. he also loves when you suck his fingers.

he even ties you up and blindfolds you while playing with your clit, thrilling the fact that you're oblivious about his next move.

the first time would probably be in some natural reserves, where he likes to spend most of his nights. he would fuck you hard on the back of his pickup, so the bright and shining stars could be the only witnesses. he would then take you inside, place you on the front seat and cuddle you to sleep on his lap.

he would start with needy and hungry kisses. everywhere. his tattooed hands would overstimulate you well to hear your moans even before starting. it would be the best adventure ever. he would try anything, all in. he would make sure to use his bony finger as best as he can, he would spread your legs like no one else and start with the damage. the real damage. because once he has the green light (and he always wants your permission) he won't stop. he will destroy you in any way possible. then, he would gradually slow down, return to use his fingers and feel you closer and closer.

he would watch hypnotized as milky fluid, both his cum and yours, leaks from inside of you. he would worship you as his most precious treasure.

&. HAL

do we seriously need to read how it would be to have sex with hal to imagine it?

there's not even the need to say anything, he's already on top of you.

hal is absolutely vocal, desperate groans, loud curses that never leave his mouth.

his mouth is always, always wide open as his pupils roll back.

dom for sure, he's too prideful to be below you, but if you beg enough, maybe he'll let you inside him. he's into fucking you when you're on all fours on the bed, maybe it's a king-thing, but you love it.

he never actually stops when you beg him to, but he absolutely cares about your body after the act.

you're his queen, but when hal is needy you can happily forget about your queen duties. his words, not yours.

he's also into pet play, you're his mutt and he makes it known.

he often enjoys to make you scream his name, moan louder and louder to make sure the messengers, maids or court servants hear you through the door.

making them hear the bed cracking, the slaps he keeps giving you to see your tears softly running down your pale cheeks, the way you lose your breath as he pulls your hair to almost make you swallow his cock.

he's violent, let's say, but he can actually care. really care.

he always adds "my" in front of pet names. my whore, my queen, my sweetheart, my love, my angel.

his kinks include cock worship, absolutely, breeding (we don't need to mention it), power imbalance, exhibition, humiliation (giving, of course), sadism (uhm...).

you never actually discovered how far his sadism can really go, and that scares you a little bit, hearing the servants' opinions or stories about it.

you know he's capable of anything, anything.

however, he makes sure, every single night, to massage you properly during the aftermath, kissing softly every inch of your inner tights while his finger tips play with your nipples.

&. LAURIE

laurie is a softie big cuddly boyyyy.

he waited so long for you to tell him you loved him before he made any sexual advances. he wanted it to be purely making love; not having sex.

he always will treat you first, you're his everything.

he would always clean you first, massage you first, check you out before even looking at himself.

not the most vocal, but definitely not silent. laurie prefers to let out soft moans and quiet praises rather than being vocal and over the top.

he would treat you more like a best friend in public, gently stealing you cheek kisses or holding your fingers under the table. he would eventually tease your inner thighs when -absolutely rarely- he would feel like doing it.

he's a sweet boy, the most intense he gets is probably the occasional slap on the ass when you look or sound too good.

laurie loves your lipsticks. he knows every single one you own and how every single one tastes. when they have a more visible colour and you leave kiss marks on his neck, he would surely refuse to remove them. also, he's into asking you to leave kisses on his shirts.

he's a romantic boy, come on.

during sex, he would always hold your hands. always, never letting go, holding onto you as if you were his only lifeline.

&. ELIO

elio is just like lee, absolutely vocal and completely down for you being on top.

he just lives for that shit, being submissive and guiding your hips as you take complete control.

sex with him would be difficult, because mafalda would always check the sheets and or his night underwear, and you know that elio needs to be careful. however, he's absolutely good and skilled at letting you enter his room late at night.

at the same time, during sex, he would worry often about noises and bed cracks.

in fact, he's totally whiney and whimpery, you have to kiss him to swallow his drawn out moans and don't let him lose control.

as written before, elio is obsessed with just going dumb, he wants you to control him, make decisions for him and use him whenever you want. he's definitely into being your pet, just being a complete boy toy for your use.

you don't always understand the difference whenever he wants you to take the lead or brutally use him, but again, it's clear that he wishes for both.

he loves receiving head, and thinks you're magic the way you work his length when he literally begs for it.

would cry often during sex just from the sheer overwhelming pleasure, always begging you to hold him through the tears.

he's absolutely insecure and would overthink the aftermath for entire weeks, shyly asking you if you enjoyed it, or if he had hurt you or if you still love him. his head goes completely dumb at your every touch, but he constantly needs you to confirm that that's what you want as well.

after the first night, he would suffer every instant he doesn't get to enjoy with you, so he would furtively touch himself or steal your swimming costume.

&. PAUL

deep down, paul is a lover boy.

he had been having visions about you for ages and he would just wait for you to get pregnant in his visions and wish for it to happen as soon as possible.

at the same time, paul isn't a very sexual person, but he enjoys pleasing you whenever you ask him.

during sex, he would always go slow and hold you the whole way through, being as gentle as he can be even when you ask him to move faster. he would eventually lose it as soon as you arch your back, moaning at the friction between your hips.

he often has fantasies about using the voice on you, but he would be way too nervous to tell you about it. in his head, using the voice over you is absolutely arousing.

you soon discovered paul had many kinks, for example calling you mommy (even lee would do that, of course.)

you absolutely adore when he moans, because you can always find a little hint of shame and insecurity, but as soon as you take the lead just to reassure him, his guttural sounds make his whole body throb on top of you.

he would be absolutely careful and use protections, always, except when his visions are too frequent and he would literally kill to get you pregnant, turn you into a mommy and have babies.

you surprisingly discovered that he is down for your cuts or wounds. he often offers to train with you, even if he knows you're so much more experienced than him, but he would just love to lick your fresh blood or your healing wound to feel his tongue fizz.

paul is obsessed when you pull your hair, begging you to make you cum with absolutely no shame.

&. WILLY

sex with willy can be a literal rollercoaster.

he can become extremely needy during sex, and with needy...i mean needy. almost in a very childish way, if we consider that he's impressively incompetent and inexperienced in that field.

once he's inside you, he is shy about it, asking if it's okay if he kisses you deeper or grabs your waist or simple gestures. he always needs to have your permission.

he slowly gains confidence the longer you two are together and the more you are imitate. he would pull you away and just whisper how much he wants you. sometimes, even dirty things, but you never understood if he had a special chocolate to let him gather enough confidence for that.

he can be extremely perv and dirty minded, but he'll never admit it.

he's obsessed with leaving hickeys on you.

he would occasionally start meowing and doing his :] face when you mess with his curls.

if you pull his air while you're on top, taking his cock the best way you can, there will be no return, seriously. he would fuck you all night, and i'm not joking.

willy's got stamina, he really does.

loves to be submissive, there's no need to say it.

just like elio, he would be deadly aroused when you use him like a pet, sometimes he would beg for you to blindfold him or tie his wrists.

in these cases, his wet tongue would do all the work.

loves to smell the sheets after you two had done it, he just loves that smell.

his moans are the sexiest thing ever, but he's more frequent to make small sounds and groans.

when he's on top, willy would use sweet nicknames, tongue twisters or rhymes to sweeten you even more.

if your body hurts he would massage it carefully and give you a special chocolate treat to regain energy.

right after sex, he would be scared to death that you could get pregnant. have mercy, he just doesn't know how it works.

willy is the fastest learner, though.

given that he doesn't know how to start, he willingly accepts all your advice, and knows how to follow them to the letter.

once you give even the smallest instruction, he would just be more and more needy.

[ap0wersstories]

Bella on the beach

*Important Note*

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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Bella loved to show off her body, at 19 she knew she made a lot of guys heads turn and going to the beach was her chance to really show it off. Today she and her friends had gone down with the intention of showing off their bodies, they lived to tease and then scold men for being pervy. 

Lying on her towel she massaged the sunscreen into her legs, making sure to do it in a way that was clearly suggestive. Sure enough it had attracted more than a few looks from local men. She needed to go to the toilet  for a piss but knew it was a good 5-10min walk away, and probably was full and smelly. She decided she’d just pee in the bushes. 

One of the guys that had been spying on her was with two other men, he shoved them and pointed to her making her way deep into the bushes. They crept up inside the bushes behind her trying not to get too deep, one of them spotted a broken glass bottle on the ground, he could see it coming in handy so he picked it up. There she was this teasing bitch pissing out in the open, they waiting until she was done and pulling up her bikini bottoms before rushing her and pulling her up against a tree. The man with the bottle made sure to show it to her, “bitch don’t you dare scream or I will bury this in your neck!” Bella stayed quiet absolutely terrified, she’d known she was turning head but didn’t expect this! “We’ve been watch you rub yourself and show off your body to the world, you wanted this, you wanted mens cocks to devour you! Well now you’re gonna get it!”

He yanked down her bikini bottoms so they dropped to her ankles and immediately pulled out his rock hard cock, he rubbed it up and down against her pussy. Despite herself she felt her pussy getting damp, maybe she did want this? “Haha she’s getting wet boys, she wants us!!!” And with that comment he thrusted hard into her pussy, the other men ensured she was pinned against the tree as the first of the 3 men started the rape. He wasn’t kind, he slapped her ass, squeezed her throat, and yanked on her hair. He started grunting hard and Bella knew he was about to cum, “FUCK, FUCK, YEAH TAKE MY CUM YOU SLUT!!!” With each further thrust more cum squirted out of him, finally he felt like she’d milked him and he pulled out. Bella felt the cum dribble down her inner thigh. 

No sooner had the first man removed himself did the other two toss her to the ground so she was on all fours, one of them positioned himself at her pussy and the other at her mouth. Immediately they began spit roasting her fucking her like a a cheap whore. Despite the violence and ferocity Bella couldn’t help but get turned on by this, she had often had fantasies of being taking roughly and this seemed to unless a primal urge inside of her. Instinctively she began thrusting and shifting with the men to get as much pleasure as she could, moaning on the man’s cock in her mouth. The man behind her spanked her ass hard and was in total ecstasy, be began to grunt like an animal and shouted “you fucking slut, take my cum!!!!” He shot load after load into her pussy leaving it a sloppy mess, when he pulled out they swapped positions so the man who was using her mouth immediately started fucking her sloppy pussy. He didn’t last long while the other man got her to suck him clean, he shot yet another load into Bella’s fertile pussy. Pulling out cum just dribbled out of her and Bella was feeling super horny. 

Almost sensing this the men held her up in the air, one on either side while the other man finger fucked her hard making a sloppy slapping sound as he did it. Finally she couldn’t hold back and moaned hard with an orgasm, twitching and shaking in their arms. The man who finger fucked her then shoved his sloppy cum drenched hand in her mouth, Bella instinctively sucked on it. 

They dumped her there and made a quick exit from the beach. Bella laid there for an hour before finally getting her bottoms on and went back to the beach. All she could think about was how could she make that happen again. 

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

The shot of vesemir fanning himself with a handful of contract flyers with coins raining down around him....... whore

[smuttymess]

double shot | 02

pairing: jung hoseok x female reader / kim seokjin x female reader

word count: 2,918

rating: 18+ 

genre: coffee shop AU, smut, slow burn

warnings: casual sex, cheating fantasy, domination, explicit language

about: You can't get barista Hoseok out of your mind, but telling Seokjin about your crush simply isn't an option. Unfortunately, neither is not seeing him again.

navigation: part one

:::::: 

7:25am

You’re awake before your alarm goes off, which almost never happens - especially not on a Monday morning. You let out a shallow sigh, immediately lamenting the loss of even 10 minutes of precious sleep before you need to start your day.

Eyes barely open, you lazily turn over onto your right side to face a sleepy Seokjin. Your hand moves through the darkness of the room, scanning the sheets in the empty space between the two of you. 

Eventually your fingers find his torso, which steadily moves up and down with each slowed breath. Your hands instinctively find the fold of his shirt, gently slipping underneath to softly caress the fine hairs on his chest.

Jin’s body shifts slightly in response to your touch, a slight whimper leaving his lips. This little movement combined with the warmth of his body against your hand sends small shock waves through your fingertips, making you shiver. 

Shifting closer to him, you nuzzle your head into the nape of his neck, inhaling deeply, breathing in his naturally warm, comforting scent. His broad shoulders moving against you, you can’t ignore the burning heat steadily building in between your thighs.

Your curiosity growing, your hand slowly descends down his from his chest to his abs, steadily trailing down to the top of his boxers to the growing bulge underneath the thin material. 

Fully aroused, you let out a little needy little huff against his neck, hoping it will wake him up - if only just enough for you to climb on top of him and feel his cock against your panties as you straddle him.

The exhale causes Seokjin to stir, his eyelids fluttering and lips falling open in response to the disruption. A deep groan escapes his mouth before he immediately turns onto his stomach, sleepily mustering a grumbled reply.

“Babe, don’t you need to get up?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. 

Even if you could manage to fully wake him up and get him hard, you wouldn’t have enough time to do all of the things floating through your mind.

Deciding to stop torturing yourself, you opt instead to kiss him gently on his ear before begrudgingly slipping out of bed.

“Yes, sadly I do.”

Entering the bathroom and facing the mirror, you try to distract yourself from the fact that you are incredibly horny, though it’s increasingly hard to ignore the arousal pulsing through your body. You realize that you are growing more insatiable by the day, despite having been fucked well by Jin over the weekend. Its as if the more sex you have, the more you desire.

Closing your eyes, you can feel his long, gorgeous cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you open against him, the warmth of his cum pouring into you as he convulsed and whimpered desperately into your ear.

“You’re mine.”

Listening to your request for him to incorporate some voyeurism with just the two of you, you got him to fuck you in his living room with the blinds open on a rainy Sunday afternoon. 

Though hesitant at first, any worries about onlookers fell away as he saw the lust in your eyes as you lay on the couch, your legs spread apart, panties on the floor, pouty and begging him to fuck you right then and there for the neighbors to see.

You can still feel his stare on your body as he moved closer to you, his hands unzipping his pants before firmly gripping your waist with his right hand. His eyes never leaving your body as he grabbed his cock with this left hand, slipping into you inch by inch - his pace quickening and groans growing louder and more excitable with every stroke. 

You love how the neighbors always know exactly what is going on based off of Jin’s unfiltered, explicit screams; how beads of sweat would drip down his forehead, hair sticking to his face and eyes rolling back in pure bliss as he came over and over. 

Jin is always willing to step outside of his comfort zone, so long as it makes you happy. While he may not openly admit it or seek it out himself, he’s enjoyed the naughtiness of the little kinks you’ve shown him so far, as evidenced by his willingness to push the envelope each time.

Now if only you could get him to truly dominate you or have you with another man. 

You’ve tried to work it into the conversation, but you’re wondering if he’ll ever bite, being the passive, sweet, possessive man he is.

There’s nothing more you want than to have Jin’s adoring eyes fixated on you, his hand vigorously stroking his cock while you get fucked by a more aggressive, assertive partner. 

Maybe it would bring something primal out of him, a side you’ve never gotten from him before. You’re desperate to witness the animalistic desire within him; something so different from his typically gentle, gentlemanly persona. 

You attempt to shrug off these thoughts, reminding yourself to be grateful for having a sweet boyfriend that loves you and doesn’t want to share you or treat you like a whore - even though deep down that is exactly what you crave.

Stepping into the shower, you work your soap into a lather before moving your hands under your arms and down the length of your body, caressing your stomach and thighs. 

Steams of warm water flowing over you, your left hand moves from your face and towards your nipples, causing you to lean your right hand forward onto the marble wall lining the shower. The momentary pleasure of the sensation against your breasts and the coolness of the tile prompts your eyelids to close.

Suddenly, the barista from the coffee shop - Jung Hoseok - is in front of you, as real as ever. 

The vision immediately brings you back into that morning you met the week prior: the length of his strong, smooth hands around the cup, the sternness of his voice, the way his lips easily furled into a sly grin as he noticed your flushed cheeks at the touch of his hand. 

A small moan escapes your left hand pinches your nipple, your mind racing as you imagine those hands on you.

You had been deluding yourself into forgetting his undeniable pull on you, how his voice made you physically weak, how he exerted so much control without even touching you. You chose instead to opt out of fantasy and ground yourself into the reality of the fact that you are in a loving, committed relationship.  

Whatever attraction you felt towards him that morning count not be acted upon whatsoever. 

But you would lying if you said you didn’t play with yourself the day that you met him, and every day that followed - imagining how it would feel to have Seokjin fuck you from behind while you choked on Hoseok’s cock.

Hoseok’s touch is so real in your mind, causing you to slide your hand further down as you visualize his left index finger slipping into your mouth as the right hand reach down to work your clit - his deep, teasing voice hissing into your ear as you writhe against the cold marble of the tiles. 

You slowly lose yourself in the fantasy, your fingers circling your clit as your hips move feverishly against them as if they were Hoseok’s his eyes fixed on you writhing against him and growling into your ear.

No matter how much you loved and adored Jin, you wanted to fuck Hoseok.

Eyelids blinking open, your stomach turns as you recognize the potential of of seeing him this morning as you planned to work from the coffee shop today.

Quickly, you shut off the shower, diverting your mind to think of ways to avoid the interaction altogether Could you forgo your morning cup, skipping it entirely? Or maybe just find another place? This is a big city after all - there are plenty of other cafes in the area to get your fix. 

Inhaling deeply an attempt to steal your mind and bring it back to the present, you begin to meditate. Your mind settles after a slow exhale, having regained the clarity you need. 

You’re not going to stop going to this cafe simply because the new barista makes you wet. 

:::::: 

Entering the cafe, you are cool and collected. You’ve been coming here for years, and this wasn’t about to change. 

As you shut the door behind you, your eyes diligently scan the room. There are only two customers in the cafe, plus the barista. No Jung Hoseok.

Where is he?

Choosing your favorite secluded booth near the back of the room, you remove your coat and and put down your laptop and purse on the table before moving to the front counter.

Upon approaching the counter you place your usual order, another male barista behind the register. While curious, you refrain from asking if Hoseok will be coming in at any point. Anyway, what does it matter? 

A few moments pass before you are able to feel at ease, a sigh of relief leaving you once you realize Hoseok is not here. 

Admittedly, you are disappointed that the casual yet sexy look you deliberately chose in the case of a chance sighting will go unnoticed. 

Cup of coffee in hand, you move back to your seat to settle in, opening your laptop to begin working through the emails that have flooded your inbox over the weekend. Enjoying each warm, delicious sip, you slip into your work flow and get into the mental head space to tackle everything on your plate instead of getting distracted by your sex life. 

“Hello again.”

Your fingers almost tip over your mug as you let out an audible gasp at the sound of the low, familiar voice greeting you. You were so immersed in work you didn’t realize that Hoseok came in.

Standing across the table, Hoseok’s sharp brown eyes pierce into you once more, rendering you speechless. 

He’s seemingly taller and somehow more gorgeous than before, his skin glowing and longer, honey brown hair slightly wavy today. You immediately notice the sexiness of his all-black look with a red bag on his side along with a silver chain and matching rings. Your eyes are fixated on the perfection of his face, his features even more pronounced than you remember.

He smiles, sensing your interest.

“You’ve been glued to that screen for at least an hour. You should see yourself, all focused and whatnot. It’s pretty cute.”

You can’t help but stare back and engage with this man who is so clearly mocking you. Why not give it right back to him?

“Well, some of us do more than just make coffee all day, you know.”

His lips purse together into a sly smile, his eyes flashing a flirtatious glare. 

“You’re so rude, just like I remember.”

You thought you were over your bad boy phase, but he’s managed to pull you right back in with his brazen demeanor. His cockiness turns you on, and you enjoy the flirty banter more than you like to admit. 

You want to play this game. 

“Me? Only because you were so unprofessional last time I was here. You’re lucky I didn’t file a complaint after all.”

His eyebrow raises as he realizes you are willing to play, and he wets his bottom lip in satisfaction. Your eyes fall to his mouth, his pink lips glimmering slightly from the slick left from his tongue. The sight, though subtle, is so erotic you could scream.

“Something tells me you need something stronger than coffee. Or maybe just a break - may I join you?”

Looking around, you realize you are the only customer left in the shop. In your hesitation, your mind immediately goes back to Jin. 

How would he feel about this?

Surely he wouldn’t be okay with this blatant flirtation with stranger, and definitely not with a stranger as sexy as this, all alone in a small shop.

Before you can answer, Hoseok is already slipping into the booth, his bag falling down as he moves to the seat mere inches away from you. He playfully cocks his head in your direction, as if to ask if this was okay. 

Your uneasiness grows in your building desire for him.

“Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, grinding coffee beans instead of bothering me?” you tease. “I come to this place to actually work.”

“Maybe, but as you can see it’s just you and I right now. There isn’t much for me to do other than bother you. And clearly you could use a distraction.” 

Your body tenses up as he slides closer to you, secretly welcoming the intrusion. 

Turning to face you, Hoseok leans his right arm on the table, laying his face onto his hand. He’s suddenly more cute than intimidating, and you’re caught off guard by the shift.

“So, this is where you come to work, huh. Why here? Our coffee isn’t that good.”

“I live right across the street, at The Amsterdam.”

Hoseok’s hands elongate against the table, the sheer length of each finger accentuated as he teasingly combs the surface.  His deep, dark brown eyes are scanning every inch of you, as if he has you figured out.

“Ah, you must have money. No wonder you’re so uptight.” 

“No,” you protest. “Its really my boyfriend’s place. I just spend lots of time there, which is how I found this shop.”

Hoseok’s eyes narrow, peering into you with an inquisitive stare before breaking the contact and staring down at his hands, palms down on the table. His left hand slowly turns his rings one by one in a calculated movement, and your eyes are fixated on the masculine but stunning nature of his fingers. 

“Boyfriend, huh? Interesting...”

His smirk shows that he is not taking you quite seriously. You hate how much you’re drawn to this asshole.

Rolling your eyes, you bring your attention back to your laptop in an attempt to ignore his blatant sarcasm. You can still feel his eyes steadily fixed on your profile, scanning your facial movements. His voice lowers, taking a more sinister, mocking tone.

“Tell me, what makes this boyfriend so special, other than his fancy high-rise apartment?”

You’re taken aback by his intrusiveness, the sheer audacity of a complete stranger to probe into your life on such a personal level. You are unsettled, frustration builds as he pries into your life, which he has no right to do. 

Who the fuck does he think he is?

“Not that its any of your business, but he’s an amazing man,” you retort, eyes glaring at him. 

“He is extremely smart. Not only that but he is also exceptionally funny, kind and generous. He treats me well and he takes care of me and supports everything I do. He would do anything for me, and I for him.” 

Anger builds within you as you sense your defensiveness grows while talking about the man you love to a virtual stranger.

“Not to mention would never be as presumptuous as you are. He’s a gentleman - something you would know nothing about.”

Heat begins to rise into your cheeks as you sense Hoseok’s stillness, his eyes glued to yours with an unsettling sense of calm. 

Slowly, he moves in closer, his body so close that you can feel the energy radiating from skin. His right hand moves beneath the table, resting against the surface only mere inches away from yours.

You hold your breath as he shifts towards you, leaning in so that his face is inches from your own, his stare devouring you whole. A darkness comes over him, and the shift is palpable. His stern, dominating aura radiates from his being, completely taking over you. 

Your will crumbles at the thought of his hand slowly moving underneath the table to the top of your skirt his fingers on the zipper before sliding down to your throbbing clit. The thought immediately makes clench around nothing, wishing you could feel him, aching for him.

For a moment, you forget how to breathe as he leans toward your mouth, the strength of his deep voice vibrating against your lips.

“Let me tell you something about me. I can read people extremely well. I can figure out someone’s story within 5 minutes of meeting them.”

His eyes darken with intensity, squinting slightly as to see right through you.

“I know when someone is faking, unhappy, or if they’re hiding something.”

Mouth slightly agape, you follow his stare as it moves stealthily from your eyes, to the top of your shirt, down to your lap and back again to your visibly flustered face. 

“In your case, I can tell that you’re not getting fucked the way that you should be.”

“Excuse me? I-” 

Hoseok moves to close the gap between his hand and yours, his fingers gently sneaking up your wrist and the length of your arm, steadily passing your shoulder and inching towards your neck. 

“You heard me,” he taunts. “Your gorgeous, smart, caring boyfriend needs to do better.”

Your mouth opens as if to protest, eyes widening they meet Hoseok’s unwavering, piercing stare. You should want him, his hands on your body, and yet here you are wanting even more.

Steadily, as if he can read your mind, his fingers move to trace your upper thigh, sending shockwaves through your core. Your breath hitches as his fingertips  float over to your inner thigh before curving up to stop mere inches are from your center. He smiles, fully aware of his hold over your body as your legs twitch against him.

“See that? Just one touch and you’re already shaking. He’s not satisfying you, and I hate to see a gorgeous girl so visibly unsatisfied.”

Your body freezes against his touch, the softness of his fingers between your legs sending shivers down your spine as he slowly inches his fingers further up your thigh, a soft whimper leaving your lips.

“Look at you, princess. So very tense.” 

His other fingers press firmer into your neck, the desperation emanating from you in your stillness prompting a smirk to form across his lips.

“Ah, you like me, I can tell. If I had to guess I’d bet you’re soaking wet right now, too. Wetter than you’ve ever been for him.”

The menacing tone of his voice permeates beneath your skin, and you buckle slightly; an instinctual response to this influx of arousal. He can feel you breaking beneath his touch, your body betraying you with every moment. 

You shouldn’t let him talk to you, let alone touch you like this but every inch of you wants him to continue; to take it further, to make you his. 

A reply barely leaves your mouth as you continue to slip under his spell.

“Hoseok, please I can’t-”

You gasp as you hear the sound of the front door opening, your mind snapping back to reality as a new customer entering the cafe and saving you from an increasingly dangerous situation. 

Hoseok looks to the counter before turning back to you, his hand never leaving your face. His eyes move back to you, his hand moving to shift your face towards to his. You wish you could disappear as his gaze lodges into you, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable to his will.

He pauses there before leaning in, his lips almost grazing your cheek as he whispers into your ear.

“Think it over. Whenever you’re ready to stop deluding yourself, here’s my number. I’ll show him how it’s done.”

Hoseok takes his hands off of you, reaching into his pocket before placing it into your hand. He quickly pulls away, drawing a sharp exhale from your mouth in the absence of his touch. His face suddenly softens, flashing a sly yet innocent smile while he combs his hair back to expose the length of his face before delivering the final blow. 

"Let me know if you need a refill, princess.”

As quickly as he came, Hoseok is gone, slipping out from the booth and towards the register. There you are, left alone with nothing else but laptop and cold, half-consumed latte - along with racing thoughts of what he would feel like between your thighs.

Hurriedly, you fold the piece of paper into a small square, placing it deep in your purse. Your curiosity takes over your logical side, knowing full well you should throw it away and tell him off before storming out the door.  

What the fuck am I doing?

You finally begin to breathe normally, emerging from the spell you’ve been cast under by this impetuous but intriguing stranger - your eyes gravitating to your computer screen as you see the emails continue to pile up, one by one, in your neglected inbox. 

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In The Grip Of Depression Chapter 21: Memories Best Left Forgotten

Chapter 1|Previous Chapter|Next Chapter Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, manipulation, torture, implied rape, physical abuse, mental abuse, nausea 

Logan jumped at the loud noise of something shattering and quickly decided he needed to restore the memories. He pushed himself to his feet, picked up the box and made his way to the memory library.

He quickly located the memory books he needed and started the process of sorting out where each memory belonged. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Patton was jolted awake by a loud noise and noticed he was alone in his room. He shook off his exhaustion and ran out of his room, calling for Logan.

He turned a corner and was suddenly hit by a large amount of horrific memories. Every single one involved Preston and a terrifying amount of blood.

Patton realised that he was suddenly gaining back all the memories Logan must have destroyed and he was engulfed by dread as he remembered what kind of situation was required for the memories to suddenly return.

He vaguely perceived his legs folding beneath him and his back thumping against the wall as his mind struggled to deal with the knowledge Logan could be dead.

Everything suddenly seemed to drop in temperature until Patton felt like he was being buffeted by a glacial wind and his chest ached dreadfully. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Roman sat dejected on his bed, trying to think of a way out. The way Virgil had hung up had freaked him out and he was convinced something was going to go wrong.

His instincts had rarely been wrong so he had tried to call both Logan and Patton to warn them and try and see if they could help with his predicament but neither had picked up.

He suddenly got an idea and closed his eyes, focusing as hard as he could.

After a while the object he'd been focusing on appeared out of midair and fell to the floor with a loud bang.

Romans eyes shot open but grabbed his head with a groan. There was a reason he never tried to create huge stuff away from the imagination forest and even then he usually got pretty tired and bleh feeling.

After fighting off the dizzy sick feeling Roman got off his bed and picked up the heavy sledge hammer he'd brought into existence.

His logic was that he was in his room still, so though the door had seemingly disappeared or turned to stone, it was still in the same place so all he had to do was get rid of the wall.

He turned to face the place where his door used to be and swung the hammer back, ready to start breaking down the wall but suddenly everything blurred and images began flashing before his eyes making him drop the hammer.

Flashes of Preston laughing, Logan chanting apologies as he hovered above him and in one instance Logan shouting and swearing at him.

Roman clutched his head and fell to his knees at the sudden influx of information and memories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Logan gulped as he put back the last page and suddenly the whole room shook and the books went flying back to their places.

Logan sank to the floor shaking as the gravity of what he'd just done hit him.

Now Patton and Roman would remember everything both he and Preston had done.

He shuddered as one of his worst memories came to mind. He'd tried to remove it from his memory book as well but Preston had made it clear he couldn't so it haunted him every single day.

*flashback*

Logan was sitting on his bed with tears running down his face as he began to slowly heal the enormous bruise around his neck from where Preston had strangled him.

He knew it was his own fault for denying Preston when he wanted to 'have fun' so he shouldn't be feeling so sorry for himself but he couldn't help it.

He'd just managed to make the bruise look like it had happened a few days prior rather than the couple of hours it had really been when suddenly his door burst open.

Logan flinched violently and let out a small cry of fear as he cowered, expecting some kind of physical blow but nothing came.

He risked a glance at the door and saw Roman staring at him in astonishment.

He felt the familiar feeling of shame creeping up and his face began to heat up. "What did you want?" he asked in a croaky voice that all but screamed that he'd been crying.

Roman opened and shut his mouth for a few seconds before blurting out "I came to see if you'd finished writing up tomorrow's plans."

Logan managed to compose himself slightly and leant over to his bedside table where a notebook sat.

"It's in here." Logan stated, unable to hold back a wince of pain as he handed the book to Roman.

Roman took the book but lingered in the door, his eyes drifting over the bruising around Logans throat and the hand like marks on his arm. "What happened to you?" he asked, unable to conceal his curiosity.

Logan glared and muttered "That's none of your business." in his head he could almost hear Preston laughing at Romans poor attempt at prying information from him. He wasn't stupid, there was no way he'd share something like that with a person who liked to throw everything back in his face like he was worthless.

Roman didn't seem to get the hint because he said "well it kind of is my business if you look like you've been attacked."

Logan grit his teeth and growled out "Just take the damn book and go back to what ever stupid activity you were doing."

Romans infamous temper flared up at that and he replied "Alright fine I'll just go now so you can get back to whatever kinky sex you were up to. That's probably why you don't want to tell me why you're all bruised, you don't want people knowing you like being treated like some kind of cheap whore."

Logans jaw dropped at that and suddenly a white hot anger filled his veins. He let out a primal scream and tackled Roman to the floor, effing and blinding the whole time.

He started landing punch after punch on Roman, barely noticing when Preston walked in.

"Fucking hell Logan, you could give me a run for my money." Preston said in a low voice, his eyes glinting with lust.

Logan stopped punching Roman and stood up, panting but still enraged. He looked down at Roman, who's face was swollen and bloody, and felt a sick sense of satisfaction.

"next time I tell you to piss off you better fucking do it! " Logan snarled, feeling Preston standing beside him now.

Roman looked between the two of them with what could have been fear on his face but it was difficult to tell due to the swelling.

"I enjoyed watching you beat his face in but you're going to have to clean up after yourself. Can't have papa bear finding out now can we?" Preston said running a finger down Logans jaw line.

Logan scowled at that and Preston laughed "if it pisses you off that much you could always take it out on him before you have to clean up."

Prestons voice was so convincing as he egged him on and Logan couldn't help but remember all the things Roman had said about him.

In the end Logan caved in and took a step back towards Roman.

Preston smirked and fished in his pocket before pulling out his knife. "You can use this as long as you make it messy." he said in almost a purr as he imagined all the different ways Logan could inflict pain with it.

Logan hesitated slightly before grabbing the knife, his eyes flicking from Preston to Roman and back again.

He was still so angry about what Roman had said that he wanted to do it but another part of him was disgusted at how he was acting. The fact that Preston approved was a pro and a con.

On one hand Preston was pleased with him, meaning less chance of being hurt but on the other Preston was pleased with him for acting like Preston himself would. He didn't want to get hurt but he didn't want to stoop to that level.

In the end self preservation won and he dug the blade into Romans shoulder, cringing slightly at the scream while Preston cackled with glee.

*end of flashback*

Logan could never rid himself of the absolute disgust and hatred he felt towards himself for doing something like that.

He wished many times that he could go back and stop himself from doing it but that wasn't possible so he had to live with the guilt and self-loathing.

The worst part about that moment was that as soon as Roman had passed out, Preston had shoved him against the wall and accused him of being a tease who needed to follow through.

Logan remembered how he tried to argue that Roman was in the room so it was a bad idea but Preston had waved that off by saying Roman was in no fit state to run away or do anything.

Logan trembled as he thought of how he had to pull out a memory from Romans book that showed he had woken up partway through and now he would remember.

He felt his stomach lurch at that and he closed his eyes, trying to push away all the things he was sure Roman would say to him.