"well, if you pay attention, you'd see that miss barbie roberts is actually an assassin, and here's my evidence," he opens a thick notebook filled with writing and pictures.
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Don't Cry For Me Princess
Logan Howlett (2017) x Wife Reader
I watched Logan for the very first time, and I have a lot of feelings since this man owns my heart and is all I can think about, so I wrote this where I'm basically cleaning the blood off my husband. This is very self-indulgent đ©·
You were asleep in your bed, not as deeply as you normally did since you were waiting for your husband's return. At around half 1 in the morning, you awoke to grunting coming from the bathroom.
Logan had just got back home from a job. He limped into the bathroom since it was late at night, he tried not to wake you up.
You got out of bed walking barefoot to the bathroom. Pushing the door open, you see him hunched over the sink as bullets fall out his chest and arms.
"Logan, what happened to you?" Your voice filled with worry as you approached him checking the wounds.
"I'm alright bub, just some guys trying to steal the fucking wheel lugs. I tried to tell them that the plating would flake off, but I got shot before I could finish. Obviously, I got up, but then I got the shit kicked outta me, and I ended up killing most of them."
Your eyes filled with tears, but only one of them fell. Grabbing a cloth, you run it under warm water before saying "here let me clean you up." You start to clean the blood off before waiting for a reply.
"Hey." Lifting your chin up with his finger. You stop wiping for a second. "Don't cry for me princess. I'll be fine, these will heal eventually."
You let out a shaky breath. "I know Logan, but you need to be more careful. You don't heal as quickly as you used to." You continued to wipe off the blood. "Besides, this blood isn't going to clean it's self."
Logan let out a low chuckle. "That's very true darlin."
Once you finish, you throw the bloody cloth in the sink and take your lover's hand. "Come on baby, let's go to bed"
This movie made me cry so much, so I thought I would just write something cute and comforting. đđ©·
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Even though underbed monster! Simon is a brat and very often a nuisance, he still cares about you!! You are his favourite hooman after all, his feeder, gladly allowing him to nourish off your energy, giving him small treats and indulging in all his little whims. So of course Ghost is worried when you come back home after having an especially bad day, all hot and bothered, chucking down a few glasses of whiskey to ease your mind - but it didnât seem to help much. Ghost feels the need to soothe you, to make you forget all the bad events of the day, empty your head of all the thoughts and worries, to make you feel good and loved!
Thatâs why your not so little monster urges you to take off your clothes, his tentacles spreading your thighs open, exposing your gorgeous pussy to his crimson eyes. One tiny tentacle wraps itself around the needy bud of your clit, rubbing it softly yet firmly, causing wetness to drip down the cleft of your ass in a matter of minutes. Simon makes sure to hit and nudge all of the special spots within your soft cunny as he stuffs you full of himself, making you squeal and writhe in pure pleasure under him, your eyes rolling back and toes curling as you cum repeatedly.
And only after turning you into a sobbing boneless mess, all fucked out and happy, does your underbed monster ease three of his tentacles out of your sore and raw pussy, wrapping himself around your still trembling form and purring satisfyingly somewhere in your neck, clinging to you for some warmth.
Underbed monster! Simon likes you very much after all, so he does everything in his power to keep his favourite hooman happy<3
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The Real Deal
Frankie uses his tongue to demonstrate why heâs less than impressed with your rose toy. (3.7k)
Tags - 18+ smut, oral sex (f receiving) , sex toys, kissing, nipple stimulation, me popping my Frankie cherry so forgive me for being a little shaky on this. I wrote him to be a little smug and cocky pussy eating expert, but i think he's quite nice also.
Fic help - @noxturnalpascal and @endlessthxxghts thank you for your editing, your Frankie guidance, and your endless encouragement, and also @beefrobeefcal I wasnât supposed to ask you for help on the fic I wrote for you but I did anyway and you were gracious as always. I love you.
A/N - as mentioned above, this is my first time writing Frankie so please give me some grace. And it's also rather indulgent despite it being a late birthday gift for @beefrobeefcal, I love you forever and I hope I do Frankie justice for you my beautiful, sweet, generous, thoughtful, caring, intelligent, and wonderful friend. I'm lucky to have you đ©·
The smell of your bedroom comforts you as you take your bra off and hang it on the doorknob. Thereâs nothing more satisfying than that at the end of a long day. You also remove your pants and panties, swapping them out for a comfortable pair of pajama shorts. Youâve just gotten off of work, itâs Friday night, and you have a date with your phone.Â
You lay in your unmade bed in a spot thatâs already warmed for you, probably by your cat, Dr. Waffles. You must have spooked him when you entered your apartment. The first app you open is UberEats, and you know exactly what you want: a tuna poke bowl from Cactus Club. Youâre about to pay when the app alerts you that your wait time will be about an hour and a half. Fuck. You buy it anyway and open Tumblr, because you know exactly how youâll kill time.Â
You got an alert earlier that one of your favorite writers updated her series Devotion, a story about Joel from The Last of Us where Joel acts as a cult leader. Itâs such a hot and thrilling story. You also saw that the writer of the series put in her authorâs note that this chapter gets smutty, that Joel will go down on the main character. Itâs addled your brain all day, the thought of getting it on with Cult Leader Joel.
You read through the story and as things between the characters begin to get heated, so do you. The writer describes the way Joel eats pussy with such detail that you can almost feel it, can almost hear the noises he makes and the way he dirty talks. Youâve been absentmindedly playing with your clit, feeling your arousal grow as you read on, but you decide to switch masturbation methods as you have just the tool for the occasion - your trusty rose toy. One of your best friends, Kiki, gifted it to you last year after she caught you reading smut on your phone. She said the sex toy shop was having a buy one, get one free deal and she knew just the friend to share the sweet deal with.Â
The toy seemed gimmicky when you went home and opened it, what with that almost cartoonish-looking tongue right in the center of the petals. And it smelled strongly of isopropyl alcohol. But for shits and giggles, you washed it and charged it anyway and that night with the silicone rose between your thighs, your life was changed. That little tongue worked magic on your clit and had you coming more times than you could count, endless orgasms that had you seeing stars.Â
With your phone in your left hand, you canât peel your eyes away from the screen as you reach for the drawer of your nightstand. With your hand on the knob, you pull the drawer but it doesnât open. Odd. You tug the drawer again, and then again, and then youâre turning on your side to really yank that goddamn drawer. Each time you pull, you rock the nightstand against the wall, no doubt denting it but you donât give a shit. Waffles made sure youâre not getting your security deposit back anyway, that much is evident in the shredded carpets and scratched up door frames.
A pounding at your door has you stopping what youâre doing. âI know, Iâm coming,â you say, more to yourself than whoeverâs slamming on your door at the ungodly hour of 7pm. You open the door to one annoyed Frankie Morales glaring at you with his arms crossed.Â
Frankieâs your criminally handsome next door neighbor who lives in the apartment to the left of you. All it took from him was one look at his sparkly, chocolatey brown eyes, his aquiline nose, and those curls peeking out from under his baseball cap and you knew you were in trouble.Â
 You moved into the complex shortly after he did a couple of years ago, and Frankie took pity on you when he saw your brother leave halfway through the job. Frankie, already sore from moving all of his furniture just two days prior, decided to help you move in the rest of your stuff. The next day after grocery shopping, you made him a lasagna and a pan of brownies to thank him for his generosity, and thus began a system of sorts. Frankie enjoyed your food thoroughly, and you enjoyed having someone to share meals with, especially since you never could get the hang of cooking for just one. So youâd make dinner and share it with him a couple of nights every week, and in turn Frankie would take care of the maintenance in your apartment so your landlord wouldnât find out about Waffles, the cat youâre not supposed to have. Frankie quickly became one of your best friends.
âHi, Frankie,â you said. âCan I help you?â
âHi, sweetheart. Yes, you can help by telling me what your reason is for beating the shit out of that wall we share,â he says. âWhat are you even doing?â
âSorry, the drawer to my nightstand was stuck and I was trying to open it,â you stated.Â
âDid you get it?â
âDid I get what?â
âDid you get the door open,â he clarifies.Â
âNo,â you answer.Â
âSo if I leave, are you gonna keep banging on the wall?â Frankie asks. You shrug. âThatâs a yes,â he says. âWould you like me to help you open it?â
âOh, you donât have toââ
âI insist. Need to sleep, I got an early morning.âÂ
You open the door wider to let Frankie inside. Waffles makes his appearance at that moment and meows at Frankie. âYeah, yeah,â he says to the cat. âHello to you too, pancake.â
âWaffles,â you correct. âThatâs such a dumb joke.â
Frankie snickers, âFunny to me,â he smirks.Â
You lead him to your bedroom and point at the nightstand. âThat one,â you tell him. Itâs an old nightstand, and it mightâve been nice at one point, but it was handed down to you by your brother who no doubt absolutely wrecked the poor piece of furniture. Itâs a little crooked now, and the drawerâs tracks are bent so it never opens and closes nicely.Â
Frankie tries opening the drawer but struggles just as you did. You donât mind though, because from where youâre standing, youâve got a perfect view of his ass thatâs definitely filled out some since you began feeding the man. âYou werenât lying. Damn thing really is fucking stuck, huh?â Frankie grunts as he tries wriggling it open again, âWhatâs even in here that you need so urgently anyway?â
Oh, fuck. You didnât even think about that, that heâd be seeing your rose toy and only your rose toy in that drawer. âUmm,â you think, âMy phone charger.â Which is a dumb lie, because right next to Frankie is the outlet your charger is plugged into. Quietly, you pull it out and toss it under your bed so he doesnât see.Â
âItâs really jammed,â Frankie says. âFuck.â
âI know, just be careful, please,â you tell him. âYou donât need to open it all the way. Actually, you donât even have to open it at all, if itâs too much.â
That was the wrong thing to say to deter Frankie from opening your drawer. Heâs got quite the competitive streak in him, so your comment only fuels him to pull the drawer harder. He pulls the nightstand away from the wall and gives it one good and strong tug and the drawer flies open, and with it your rose toy, right into Frankie. He catches it with ease, and you could die right then and there.Â
âI know what this is,â Frankie murmurs quietly, turning around to face you. âSo thatâs your treasure chest, huh?â
With your face and your neck on fire, you try to swipe the toy out of Frankieâs hand but he pulls it out of reach. âFrankie, give it,â you snap.Â
âNo, no,â he smiles. âI gotta see this thing.â
Frankie swats you away as you try to take the toy back from him. He uses one hand and fumbles with it until it whizzes to life, the tongue flicking up and down in his hand. âOh, wow,â he says. âQuite the motor in this baby.â Frankie holds the toy away from you as you try and try to grab it from him, but his grip is too strong. Finally, you give up and let him entertain himself with the thing. Itâll be an uncomfortable five minutes, but itâll be over eventually. Heâll lose interest, just like a toddler.
You sit on the bed and Frankie sits next to you as he messes with the toy. He hums as he holds the flicking tongue against the palm of his hand. âThis canât be fun,â he comments. âBut if it works for you, who am I to judge?â
âIt is fun,â you defend. âItâŠyeah. Itâs fun.âÂ
âBut itâs so cold. And stiff,â Frankie argues. âNo finesse, either.â
His comment has you intrigued, âFrankie, what do you mean, âno finesseâ?â
âWell, look here,â Frankie shows you the toy, âLook at the tongue. It just goes up and down. Itâs mechanical, you know? Thereâs no fluidity,â he explains. âAnd it sounds like those tools they use on you at the dentistâs office.âÂ
âOh.â
âBut, you know. If youâre happy with it, then more power to ya, I guess.â You nod as you take in the words Frankie speaks, staring at that whirring toy in his big hands your mind starts to wander. âAre you happy with it?â he asks.
âYeah, I guess,â you reply. âItâs fine.â
âFine, huh? Howâs it compare?âÂ
âCompare to what?â
âYou know,â Frankie says. âThe real deal.âÂ
âWell, I donât really receive âthe real dealâ,â you admit quietly. âSoâŠâ
âOhhh. I get it. No frame of reference, then,â Frankie replies. A beat passes as he shuts off the toy. âWould you like the real deal?â
âYeah, of course. I mean, who wouldnât. Butââ
Frankie interrupts, âNo, Iâm askinâ you. Right now, would you like the real deal? Feel what itâs supposed to feel like from a real man?âÂ
You understand what Frankieâs asking now. Your mouth drops open and you feel that exciting sort of lurch in your stomach.
âFeel a real man, with real lips, a real tongue. Real hands. Weâll broaden your horizons. What do you say?â
It almost doesnât feel real. You laugh, uncomfortably, but Frankie looks at you with all seriousness. You canât believe youâre gonna say yes. Of course youâre gonna say yes. Looking at Frankie, you nod quickly. Â
âWords, baby,â he says. âHow about a yes?â
Itâs the way he calls you baby, with no hesitation. âYes. Yes, definitely. I need that.â
âNeed, huh? Poor thing,â Frankie places the toy on your nightstand and moves up your bed, inviting you to join him. He notices your shaky legs as you crawl to meet him, your movements unsure. âRelax,â he whispers, smiling at you. âRelax.â You nod and your nerves ignite as Frankie touches you, his big hand holding your face. âIâm just gonna kiss you. Thatâs all for now.â
âOkay.â
And then he does. He kisses you gently at first, taking mental notes of how you react. Youâre rigid at first, but he just kisses you. Nothing more, nothing less. When he feels your muscles relax and you let go a little bit, let yourself fall back and relax into your bed, Frankie takes initiative and kisses you deeper. He smiles when you moan quietly into his mouth, then kisses down your jaw and your neck. âYour toy canât kiss you like I can, huh?â
âNo, Frankie,â you sigh.Â
âSo thatâs another point Frankie, then,â he mumbles against your skin. Youâd roll your eyes if you werenât enjoying yourself so much. âMay I lift your shirt?â
âMhm,â you nod, loving the way he asks permission. Frankie pushes the fabric up your chest and he wears a smirk on his face, and heâs got a certain sparkle to his dark eyes as he takes in your body, all of your soft, creamy flesh, your pebbled nipples. âAnd actually,â he says, reaching for your rose toy and turning it back on. âSince weâre comparing - experimenting, really, we should test both variables. Scientific method and all that.âÂ
âThis doesnât feel very scientific,â you tell him, giggling as you speak.Â
âSure it is, Iâm a professional at this. Been studying for years. Watch - Do you preferâŠâ Frankie begins, he brings the toy to one of your nipples and lets the tongue flick back and forth over it. âOneâŠâ he whispers, though you can hardly hear him over your own gasps and moans. âOr two?â he licks the nipple not being teased by your toy, first swirling his tongue in circles around your areola and then gently sucks the sensitive skin. Your noises are music to his ears as your moans become louder.Â
âTwo,â you answer, âTwo.âÂ
âYou know why that is?â he asks, moving to lick and tease your other nipple. âBecause your toy canât go in circles, canât suck. Canât really tease you , either. Canât do most of the things youâre supposed to do to a pair of tits as pretty as yours, sweetheart.â Frankie watches your reaction to his words, smirking as your cheeks heat up and you turn your face from him. âItâs true. Youâre beautiful.âÂ
After a few more moments of Frankie kissing and licking your nipples, he presses sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down your torso, over your tummy. âWould you lift those hips for me, sweetheart?â
You lift your hips like he asks and Frankie hooks his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down your legs. His hand brushes over a damp spot of the fabric, and he rubs his thumb over it, admiring. âGood god, you made a mess. This all for me? Just from a little kissing?â
You nod bashfully, unsure of what to say to him. Frankie doesnât mind, he knows that this is the part where a woman is likely to feel a little shy, vulnerable. He doesnât know exactly what heâs working with here with you, whether youâve received head before or not. Maybe you have, but itâs been a long time. Or maybe it was bad. He thinks about your answer to one of his questions, how you told him youâre not really receiving âthe real dealâ and he doesnât need to know why, he just needs to change that and eat you like his life depends on it.
Eating pussy is Frankieâs passion. Nothing compares to it, being buried in that soft, warm, wet space between a womanâs thighs. Simultaneously, it makes him feel both submissive and powerful. He loves the way some become shy when he eats them, he loves the way others shove his face between their legs. He loves the feeling of having his hair pulled as he licks, when thighs squeeze his head and he has to ease them back open. He loves the way her whole body quivers when she comes, he loves the taste, the smell, the feel and the intimacy of it all.Â
Frankie places both hands on your knees and spreads your legs wide so he has space for himself between them. He begins by kissing your inner thighs, the wiry hairs of his patchy, graying beard and his mustache tickle you. âWeâre gonna compare again. Are you ready, beautiful?â
âYes,â you answer. âIâm ready.âÂ
Frankie brings the rose to your core and allows it to do its thing. He chuckles as you reach for his hand and adjust the way he holds the toy against your pussy to your needs. âGotta hold it like that, huh?â
âYeah, like that.âÂ
âDuly noted.âÂ
Frankie rests the side of his head against one of your thighs and watches you as the toy works its magic. Youâre moaning nicely, but heâll make you moan louder. He loves the way your brows knit together, he loves the steady rise and fall of your chest with your panting breaths.Â
It feels so foreign, having Frankie hold the toy instead of your own hands. It still feels good, though. You rock your hips into it, chasing your quickly building orgasm.Â
And then Frankie shuts it off. âFrankie,â you whine. âYouââ
âI know, I know. You were having so much fun. But Iâve got a fucking bone to pick.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âYour toyâs blocking the view. I donât wanna see that, I wanna see you.âÂ
Frankie tosses the toy to the side of the bed and once more spreads your legs wide. He admires your pussy, the glistening wetness dripping from your hole, the ribbons of creamy arousal on your folds. And your bush, he loves the dampened curls framing your beautiful cunt. âSuch a pretty pussy,â he praises. âYou gonna let me show you what youâve been missing?â     Â
âPlease, Frankie,â you beg. âI want that.â Â
âYouâre so sweet tâme,â he whispers. Frankie situates himself, adjusts your hips into position. He licks one long stripe up your seam, slowly and with a flat tongue, from the bottom all the way to the top.Â
âFrankie,â you moan. âOh, fuck.â          Â
âOh, I know,â Frankie coos. âThat felt good, didnât it? That piece of plastic canât lick you like that, can it?ïżœïżœÂ
âNo,â you agree. âAgain, Frankie, please.â
âItâd be my pleasure, sweetheart.âÂ
He licks another long stripe up you, then down. He focuses on just tasting you, getting you used to the feeling of his tongue in your folds. âYour toy doesnât go in circles down here either, that's what the tongue is supposed to do.â Frankie demonstrates this by drawing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue, first clockwise, then counter clockwise. Interestingly, your loudening moans indicate you prefer counter clockwise. Frankie takes note of this, files it away in his head.Â
âAnd it doesnât suck your clit,â he adds, âLike this ââ he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it between them, causing your legs to clamp around his head, just like he loves. And though he loves it, that uncontrollable, mindless reflex, he whispers to you, âNuh-uh, sweetheart. You spread those legs nice and wide. Thatâs it, good girl.âÂ
Itâs such an intense feeling, your clit between his lips and the pressure of his mouth sucking. He switches back to gentle but consistent licks on the sensitive part of you. âAnd you can correct me if Iâm wrong, but you canât really finger yourself while usinâ your toy, can you?âÂ
âHavenât - havenât tried, I donât think - fuck, Frankie - I donât ââ
âMm. I understand.â
Frankie pulls away from you and dips two fingers into your cunt, pumping them in and out for a moment before he curls them rhythmically inside you. He finds that special, sensitive spot that intensifies all of it and moves his mouth to your clit yet again.Â
He eats you ravenously, losing himself in your pussy yet manages to maintain focus on you. He feels you coming close, that slow build of your orgasm quickening in time, and he wants to drag it out. âThe other thing ââ he begins, âAbout your little toy. It takes all the hard work away, makes it less satisfying for us both, donât you think?â he says in between pleasuring you with his tongue and his fingers. âTakes all the fun away.â
Frankie reaches for your clit with his free hand and pulls your hood back. He flicks his tongue over you and you respond to the intensified feeling by reaching for his head, tugging his soft curls between your fingers. âFrankie, oh my god. Frankie,â you cry.Â
âListen to yourself,â he says. âYou moan so pretty when Iâm tasting you, donât you think?â
Itâs unclear whether Frankie expects you to answer his question or not, but you do in your own way, with his name falling from your lips in broken syllables. Your orgasm builds slowly, more intensely, in a more gratifying way than youâve ever felt. You donât just feel it in your core, between your thighs, but you feel it in your tummy and the bottom of your spine, the backs of your thighs and all down your legs. You come with a melody of curses and praises as pleasure washes over you in seemingly never ending waves, Frankie using his tongue to fuck you through it until the very end, when youâre shuddering and your body is twitching.
Youâve never seen such a cocky, satisfied smile before. When you open your eyes, Frankieâs smirking between your thighs, absolutely pleased with himself as he sucks his fingers clean. âSo whatâs the verdict?â
You smile and roll your eyes. âYou know what the verdict is.â
âMhm. I do, but I gotta hear you say it anyway.â
âItâs you,â you mumble, a grin on your lips. âYou win.â
Frankie beams proudly, and the moment passes quickly. It ends with a knock on your door as your UberEats is delivered. âWhoâs that?â Frankie asks.Â
âDinner,â you answer. You sit up in bed and find your pajama shorts, put them on and leave your bedroom to get your food. Frankie follows you as you open your front door and bend over to get your order. You put the bag in your fridge.Â
âYouâre not gonna eat?â
âI need to return the favor,â you tell him. âItâs your turn.â
âIâm flattered, but what you need to do is eat, my darling. Enjoy your meal. I enjoyed mine.â You roll your eyes at the way Frankie winks at you. âWe can worry about returning the favor later,â he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, your taste and smell lingers on his skin and in his mustache. You hum in surprise. âYou taste that? Tastes good, doesnât it?â
âYeah,â you murmur.
âTastes good to me too. Nice reminder of what we were just doing, hm? You looked so pretty underneath me.â Frankie kisses you again, âGoodnight, sweetheart,â he says, and with that, he leaves.Â
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THIS IS WAFFLES! @beefrobeefcalâs cat!! One of them at least. I love this guy. Mr President. Heâs the mayor
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN YOU SAY???
Self indulgent because Iâm that bitch.
Maybe shy/ditsy reader (cause I love her) who is like so innocent and quiet out in public and in private is the neediest horniest depraved little slut for her man (obvs can be gender neutral) with either Steve or Eddie, or steddie x reader whatever your heart desires.
I HOPE THIS ISNT A SHIT REQUEST ITS TWO AM AND IM TIRED
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Freak Like Me - E.M.
thank you so much for the request lovey! I hope this is everything you envisioned! @hellfiremunsonn ily! đ«¶đœ
Word count- 1.3K
Warnings - pussy slapping, dirty talk, p in v sex, female masturbation (Eddie helps), Eddie teases you, if I miss something please tell me and Iâll be sure to add it here!
-feel free to reblog & interact itâs much appreciated thank you all for reading! I really hope you enjoy this! 18+ only!
âWhere you going sugar?â Eddieâs husky voice says from behind you. One of his ringed hands coming up to grip on your shoulder. You feel your knees go weak, trying your best to remain standing as you look around at all his friends. Theyâre all watching you as you turn to look at Eddie. âBack to the van⊠if thatâs okay, Sir.â You mumble out. A few of his friends chuckle as you hide your face, flushing from embarrassment. He nods, leaning forward and kissing your cheek softly before handing you the keys. âItâs all yours baby be there soon.â You listened as Eddie continued talking about some dnd campaign, the sound of his voice drowning out behind you.
Heâd made a spectacle of you all night long, teasing you in front of everyone. He knew exactly what it did to you, youâd almost not agreed to come out tonight because you knew this would happen. Eddie loves teasing you, and his friends love it even more, watching you babble when he asks you a question because only a minute before he had said something incredibly dirty. The wide smirk on his face causes you to stutter as you squeeze your legs together, praying that no one will be able to see. They do. This time you decide not to stick around to hear the remarks theyâd make.
You slowly open the door to his van, hopping up inside and slamming yourself back onto his seat. The uncomfortableness of your panties sticking to you is too much to handle, so you lift your hips, sliding them down your legs before throwing them in the back seat. All you can think of when you slip your fingers down to flip up your skirt is Eddieâs voice, the way he mocks you, laughs at you, the sweet nothings heâll whisper to you once he has you all to himself. âFuck.â You whimper out, your fingers lightly grazing against your clit.
You shuffle around a bit angling yourself so when Eddie opens the door heâll have a perfect view of what belongs to him. To his friends, youâre shy and reserved, innocent even. Eddie knew the real truth about you and you were none of those things. Your eyes close as you get lost in the moment, you bite your lip hard enough that youâre sure itâll bleed as you circle your fingers around your clit, the sensations running throughout your body as you moan quietly. âPlease Eddie.â You cry out, sliding down against the passenger door.
âWell ainât this a pretty picture.â Your eyes snap back open as a sick smile breaks out across your face. âKnew you wouldnât keep me waiting long.â You say, giggling as Eddie climbs up into the drivers seat. Heâs quick with the door, slamming it before turning to look back at you. Your fingers are still working over yourself, only going faster now that heâs watching. You go to stop but he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down. âOh please honey, donât stop because of me. Let me see how desperate you are.â
You nod, your eyes half open from the pleasure as Eddie pushes two of your own fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, itâs messy but you couldnât love it more. The sounds of wet squelching and your moans fill up the van as Eddieâs eyes burn with lust. Theyâre latched onto where the both of you are moving together. âThis is so good, but I really need you Edâs please.â You beg. He shakes his head, holding your hand down, rocking your fingers in and out slowly. âI didnât say you could stop babydoll.â He whispers as you buck your hips up, grabbing at his wrist with the hand that isnât buried deep inside you.
Eddie leans back, sitting on his knees as he watches you. He pulls his hand away slowly and makes you do all the work as he palms himself lazily over his pants. âI wish they could see you now baby, absolutely pathetic and I havenât even given you the real thing yet.â He says, your eyes threatening to roll back into your head as a loud moan rips its way from your throat. âFuck. Please.â You whine, your heartbeat speeding up as the tight cord winding itself in your stomach threatens to break. A bead of sweat makes its way down the side of your face as you buck your hips up again, meeting the thrusts of your own fingers.
You sit up a little, your body trembling as you watch Eddie slowly unbuckle his belt. You trail your eyes up to his face where heâs biting his lip, his eyes staring into yours as you continue to pleasure yourself. He laughs a little when he sees tears on the corners of your eyes. âAww darlinâ youâre so ready arenât you? Go ahead, let me see you cum, give me a show baby.â It takes you no more than a small thrust of your fingers before youâre letting go. Your wetness spreads all over yourself and down onto Eddieâs seat as he watches. You can hear him talking you through it but the blood rushing behind your ears keeps you from hearing what heâs actually saying.
He gives you no time to recover, you hear something rush past you into the back of the van before Eddieâs on you like a wild animal. He slowly strokes himself a few times, rubbing the head of his cock right against your clit as you squirm underneath him crying and begging for him to fuck you already. He stops teasing only to reach down and slap your pussy, once, twice, three times. You yelp and just as you go to sit up to scold him he thrusts into you, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs. âYâgonna scream for me sugar? Let all my friends hear how much of a slut you really are for me?â
âF-uckkk Eddie please!â You scream out, the slapping of Eddieâs skin against yours growing louder as he thrusts harder than before. He reaches under your ass to pull you up some, angling you just right so with every thrust his cock rubs up against your g-spot. âThatâs it sugar, itâs okay I got you, let go. Cum on this dick and let everyone hear who makes you feel this good.â Your body trembles beneath him, your stomach flips at his dirty words as you look down and watch him sliding in and out of you. The drag of his cock, enough to make you feel like youâre on another planet entirely as you finally give up. Your eyes roll back as your mouth babbles on, Eddie grips onto your hips, his blunt nails digging into your skin as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. His deep moans blend with yours creating a delicious melody as he fills you up.
You hear him laugh as you both come down from your high, he slowly pulls out of you leaving you empty and sore as you open your eyes to look up at him. âWhatâs so funny?â You say, your voice rough from how loud you were being, he smiles at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead, moving some of the hair thatâs stuck to it away. âOh, sânothin. Just thinking how funny it is that youâre a freak, and they have no idea.â You bite your lip before giggling, slapping his arm slightly as you sit up to fix your clothes. You donât bother with finding your panties as you watch Eddie reach into the back of the van, grabbing his pants. âWell, next time maybe weâll have to give them a real show, Eddie.â You whisper, running your tongue up the side of his ear, his cock throbs at your words, a low moan slipping from his lips.
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vanilla and cream
<yeosang x fem!reader>
where you flip a switch in your pretty boyfriend, and now he has a breeding fetish he can never get out of his system no thanks to you.
Genres: smut, pwp, forced breeding, mild bondage, cream pies, breeding kink/fetish, overstimulation, unprotected sex, whiny and desperate Yeosang for the girlies out there, it's quite a lot of cum (but are we surprised)
Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @sanhwajjong @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @hongjoongswifefr @yourlocaljonghoe itza-meee
đ©· stay perverted: the masterlist
Yeosang never considered himself to have much kinks or fetishes, at least, before he met you. But even when the relationship as partners turned more intimate, Yeosang never seemed to have much preference when it comes to sex.Â
But nothing could have prepared him for the effect just one night could have on him. Now he canât seem to get enough, and he drives him fucking insane. The taste of it still lingers in his tongue as if it just happened the night before, and when he finally snaps out of it (barely), Yeosang has to make sure heâs not wearing pants that that especially pull taut against his crotch, or that would definitely become an issue.
The ironic thing was that it started on an ordinary night.Â
You are peppering kisses across his temples, his pretty little birthmark, before you go down to his neck and shoulders, listening to the soft hums of approval while his hands are warm on your sides.
âCould you let me try something, Yeo?â You ask, going back to facing him at eye level, your palm resting against his soft cheek.Â
âWhat is it?â Yeosang asks back, closing the distance with a kiss. The way heâs swiping and biting softly against your bottom lip, almost erasing whatever you wanted to tell him.Â
You giggle in between the kiss, teasing him back with your tongue in your mouth before you pull back, leaving Yeosang slightly breathless.
âDo you trust me?âÂ
Yeosang nods, his fingers combing through your hair. âOf course baby.â
âCould you let me tie you up and fuck you?â
Yeosang blinks. He never really gave bondage much thought, and even if he did, he always thought you would be the one tied up.
After a second of silence from him, you shift around the bed, Yeosang following your gaze, watching you take white rope from the nightstand.Â
âI practicedâ you assured him.
Yeosang cocks an eyebrow. âOn someone else?â
You hit him playfully, earning a giggle from the male.
âObviously not, dumbassâ, you tease. âSo do you want to try it? We can stop any time if it hurts?â
Yeosang ponders for a second. Deep inside, anticipation brews in himâthe thought of you tying him up and fucking him on top. Itâs not as if he doesnât let you ride him, itâs just the addition of bondage had roused his interest. So he agrees to try it out.Â
Your soft, warm walls hug Yeosang, he swears heâs at the fucking gates of heaven. His muscles flex when he pulls against the ropes, groaning at the pleasure rapidly filling him up. His thoughts are swarming altogether, growing incoherent. He wonders if this strangely more euphoric because itâs something new introduced to the bedroom. Heâs never complained about the current sex life the both of you have, he enjoys it, but something about this arrangement is getting a rouse out of him. Yeosangâs heart is pounding, and he hopes you can hear that itâs for you.Â
âBabeâŠâ he trails off, still tugging against the restraints. You think the way he looks almost helpless is so endearing, especially when he has his cock sunk all the way into your cunt. And the thought of being completely helpless while you fucked him senseless? Yeosang is indulging it in like itâs his favourite dessert.Â
âHow does it feel, baby?â You ask, letting your hands run down from your shoulders, giving your nipples a little tug before your hands slide down your bare body and thighs. Yeosang swallows hard, another soft groan leaving his lips as the sounds of skin slapping slowly grows wetter and wetter. His moans turn into whines.Â
âSo good. So tight, so warm. Fuckâ, Yeosang curses, forcing his eyelids open, wanting to look at the way your cunt sinking down and swallowing his pathetic, twitching cock, as cream gradually coats his length.Â
Yeosang barely manages to calm down, trying to regain his breathing, his control, from just bursting in you. He doesnât want to risk cumming in you, no matter how fucking good he thinks itâll feel, because itâs the first time in a long while since then both of you fucked without protection. Yeosang bites his lips, taking deep breaths, his abdomen flexing once more, his arms pulling against the ropes again. You stare at him, watching Yeosang shift helplessly, his face contorting into pleasure from time to time when he feels you squeeze against him.Â
âB-babe⊠I donât thinkâah fuckâwe should keep goingâ, he barely manages out. You see the beads of perspiration clinging against his temples and his cheeks.Â
âWhy not?â, you tilt your head, your grinding slowing painfully down, Yeosang jerks slightly, he feels his throat grow dry when, especially the orgasm that was dangling before him completely gets snatched from him. Yeosang spits another curse.Â
âIâm not wearing protection,â Yeosang replies, his thighs now trembling from the tension. âItâs not safe.â
You plant a finger on your lip, scrunching your eyebrows, pouting at him slightly, your pussy still riding off his cock. It feels so fucking good that itâs starting to fucking hurt. âBut donât you want to cum, baby?â
Yeosangâs eyes are slowly growing more glazed out the more your hips slap against his. He wants to cum so fucking badly that he doesnât even know how heâs still thinking of protection. But he still nods, and heâs rewarded with you picking up the pace and bouncing off his cock again, which he wonders if itâs a punishment to feel this fucking amazing.Â
âBut stillââ Yeosang tries to counter, only to be shut up when you have him completely up to the hilt, dragging your cunt against his poor cock, sending him into another layer of pleasure, his hips unintentionally bucking up to yours.Â
âIâm so fucking full, Yeo,â you hum, leaning closer into him, your body pressing onto his, still bouncing off him. âYou make me so fucking full. So fucking thick.âÂ
A pained whimper escapes his lips. He doesnât think he can last much longer.Â
You lean in, your hands cupping his pretty face. Yeosang has his eyes screwed shut, his long lashes resting against his skin, heâs biting his lips, sometimes letting go soft pants that come off as whimpers.Â
âYouâre gonna cum in me like a good boy, okay? You know you want toâ, you hum once more, before a soft moan leaves your lips when you feel him grow even more in your cunt, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot when your hips lower down once more to fit him fully once more.
Yeosang is able to lock his fucked out eyes with yours, looking at you with so much desire, so much adoration, before his eyes roll back, his jaw slacks, his abdomen completely flexed. Heâs in so much bliss, the pleasure tinglingâstreaming like electricity across every single nerve that existed in his body as his cock squirts so much thick and warm cum right into your tight little hole. He couldnât even tell you that he was about to cum before it happened. All he hears is your soft voice, coaxing him to empty it all in your pussy, with broken moans in between.Â
When Yeosang is barely recovered from his high, your fingers are under his chin, gently guiding his head to face you, still sat prettily on his spent cock.Â
âGood boy. Look at the pretty mess youâve madeâ, you praise, leaning back, forcing him to watch you pull out of him. His cock is decorated in a pretty translucent, wet coat of cum, but what completely flips something in him is when your fingers slide to your wet folds, barely pulling them open, and the thick, white cum trickles out of your hole. Yeosang is completely entranced and breathless. And heâs completely hard again.Â
âYou filled me up so good, Yeo,â you smile, even though at the same time whimpering as another load seeps past your folds.Â
When you untie his restraints, Yeosang has your legs pushed into a mating press, his cock entering you once again, with much ease thanks to the extra lubricant of cum, before his mind completely blanks out, sanity and rationale somewhere else on earth, just not with him, while his hands pin your wrists above you, and he fucks you like a starved man before breeding another load into you.Â
Since that night, it was all Yeosang could think about. The bondage was definitely fun, the orgasm denial was heavenly, but nothing could top the way you made him breed you like that. Before he realises it, heâs addicted.Â
The condoms now were all forgotten at the bottom of the drawer. Yeosang thinks this completely ruined when using condoms, so he stopsâthe feeling of his bare cock being squeezed raw by your pussy gets him off so fucking fast now.
He would have you seated on his cock, riding him, creaming on him, squeezing him before he empties his load right into you, making sure you milk him dry of every single drop.Â
You were right. Your cunt was made to be his cum dumpster. And Yeosang canât get enough.Â
It was to the point that he bought a full length mirror that faced the bed from an angle, and he would have you ride him, while he watches from the mirror the way his cock is swallowed full by your pussy, your moans accompanying his cock hitting in the deeper areas of your cunt. He would grab a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks wider, watching the way he forces his cock to go deeper in you, and the fucking cries that come out of you? So fucking delicious.Â
If it wasnât fucking you on cowgirl, he would have you face the mirror, legs spread wide open, his cock stuffing you full from the bottom in full view in the mirror.Â
Either way, he never misses the way his cum dribbles and drips out of your pussy hole, usually accompanied by your shaking thighs and breaths.Â
And then he would slide his cock right back in, making sure he breeds you full for the next two rounds.Â
His words in the bedroom turned more dirty too, reminding you that his cock will always have enough to fill you up over and over again until he is satisfied.
The extent? He even videos some of the fucking if he doesnât have time to fuck and breed you on days and weeks when heâs unable to meet you.
The phone is pointed right at your pussy, propped on a tripod from an angle, so his phone camera is able to capture the scene in full. Your legs are wide open, your mind hazy from the euphoria.Â
âWeâre not done yet, babyâ, Yeosang reminds you, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing them lower. The camera catches your cunt in full view, before Yeosangâs cock comes into view, sliding right into you, immediately thrusting right into you, and it records your choked moans and the obscene sounds of the both you fucking like rabbits.Â
âFuck, Yeo, youâre so deep,â you cry out, eyes rolling back when his cock hits your sensitive spot. âIâm gonna cum. Gonna cum so much on your cockâ
Yeosangâs low voice only pushes you further, and he encourages you, âthatâs it baby. Doesnât that feel good too?â His thrusts are becoming ruts, desperate and feral, making sure you feel it all the way in your stomach before you completely let go, your walls convulse against his cock before he spills his load right into you once more. He pulls out, rubbing his cockhead on your folds without much friction, no thanks to the cream and cum.Â
Then he moves away, giving you a few seconds before cum starts to trickle out of you once more. His fingers come into view, rubbing both sides your folds before he pulls them open slightly so even more cum seeps out onto the soiled sheets beneath you. Youâre so out of it, still recovering from your high before Yeosang dives in for another wet kiss.Â
Yeosang moves out of the frame once more, his hand reaching out to halt the recording, his mind buzzing with excitement to watch such a perverted video when heâs away from you. He tosses the phone onto the bed, giving soothing rubs on your thighs while his muscled arms are wrapped around you, kissing the back of your neck.Â
His thumb swipes across your bottom lip affectionately while the both of you cuddle.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â You ask, your fingers dancing along his biceps.Â
âThinking about how I should fuck and breed you in public too, make sure you keep my cum nicely in your pussy while we go on our date. And if you donât, Iâll keep breeding you till youâre begging me to stop.â
You stare at him, speechless and you think to yourself-- what the fuck have you done?
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Reading Session
Summary: Astarion walks in on you reading a rather suggestive book, and far be it from him to interrupt your learning process.Â
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Innuendo. Edging. PiV. Creampie. After care. Precum.
Word count: 3.5k
Author's note: Yes. The book exists in BG3. Thank you to @hmdeath for helping me find it đ©·
You flipped through the last pages of chapter four of âThe Quarta Sune: A Guide to Sexuality, Eroticism, and Emotional Fulfilmentâ, your eyes widening slightly from all the intricate and rather impressive positions illustrated with some notes on how to maximise pleasure for both parties involved.
Needless to say, it had your heart racing as the faintest of throbs settled between your thighs. You bit your lip, pressing your legs together as the thought of putting some of these pointers in practice gradually took over.
You flipped back to chapter three, taking mental notes and humming softly as you rolled onto your stomach, placing the heavy book on your pillow.
âIf one is to indulge in the âWaterdeep Caressâ, it is mandatory that the one on top sets the pace, looking into their lover's eyes.â
It seemed simple enough.
â...one arm should be wrapped around their neck as the other is set on their chest, caressing a nipple with gentle fingersâŠâ
You nodded attentively.
The images drawn across the pages had your undivided attention to the point you didn't even notice you were no longer alone in your room until a swift hand snatched the book from your grip.
You were about to voice out a protest, but ended up deciding against it once you realised who the perpetrator was.
Astarion.
Of course.
He looked as amused as ever, inspecting the cover before his gaze travelled down the page you had been so focused on.
âReading âThe Quarta Suneâ?â he tutted with a knowing smile. âMy, my⊠feeling naughty, are we?â
You were on your feet in an instant with both hands reaching out in a pointless attempt at retrieving the book.
âGive it back!â
He held it aloft, effortlessly keeping you at bay. âI don't think keeping secrets from me is very nice, is it?â
A rush of heat flooded your cheeks as you let out a groan of frustration. âPlease. Just⊠give it back.â
âI am merely wondering why you'd need to resort to this in the first place, darling,â he asked, feigning hurt. âI'm an open book in these matters â you need only ask.â
And that was precisely why you had bought a copy from Nansi Gretta at The Blushing Mermaid.Â
Astarion was a very considerate lover, and you found yourself wanting to surprise him, too. To have a few tricks up your sleeve that he couldn't see coming his way.
But now you just felt disappointed as your plan vanished into thin air.
He was still holding your gaze, now with a hint of delight.
âThis is not fairâŠâ you eventually said, flopping onto the bed with a prolonged whine.
âNow, now, darling,â Astarion began, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sat down on the edge, caressing the nape of your neck. âFar be it from me to interrupt your studies.â
You groaned against the bedsheets, feeling the urge to throw a tantrum from having had your hopes crushed.
âGo on,â he said, shifting closer. âTell me why you were so enthralled by it.â
Oh, he was goading you.
Of course he was.
He excelled at riling you up and smearing it in your face.
So you chose silence, scowling deeply.
His hand moved to your back, toying with the clasps of your nightdress.
âPouting? Really?â he said with a click of his tongue.
But his taunt was only met with more silence.
He then began to tug gently, undoing each clasp with an expertise that only his level of dexterity could provide.
A chill ran down your freshly exposed skin, fingers pushing the fabric apart in their wake and travelling down your back.
That persistent throb in between your legs from before threatened to quicken as you caved under his touch.
You flinched away from his grasp, throwing him an irritated glance.
He held the book in his other hand, and extended his arm to you. âFeisty today, sweetheart? Here, have your book.â
With a pout, you promptly retrieved it.
Astarion chuckled, his eyes dropping to your chest. âDo carry on being a tease â I am rather enjoying the view myself.â
You followed his gaze, suddenly made aware that the sudden motion had caused your nightdress to come apart and roll down your arms, exposing your breasts.
âShit,â you hissed, dropping the book and fumbling with fabric to regain your modesty.
But the damage was done and you were left all flustered under his unwavering gaze.
âWill you tell me why you were reading this book?â he insisted, offering a coy smile. âWas it a fit of depravity that overcame you?â
âNo!â you said, the impending feeling of defeat looming over you. âI just⊠I wanted to see if I could find something â anything â to surprise you with.â
He cocked an eyebrow at you. âSurprise me? How come?â
Your face was swallowed in heat as your eyes darted to the book. âWell, you've probably read it, haven't you?â
âI haven't, but I reckon it's a pile of utter rubbish.â
What?
âBut⊠I got it at The Blushing Mermaid.â
An understanding smile curled his lips. âAll the more reason. See, darling,â he said, bringing his knuckles to caress your arm, âyou don't learn these tricks from books.â
A frown settled on your face. âButâŠâ
His hand found yours and he rubbed each finger with the pad of his thumb. âExperience is still the best teacher.â
âYou're no fun,â you said, sticking your tongue out before rolling over on your stomach and snapping the book open to continue your reading.
For a moment, you chanted victory inwardly as not another teasing remark was heard from him.
But Astarion wasn't easily silenced.
Not for long, anyway.
You tried to focus on erotic drawings in front of you, ignoring how the bed shifted slightly under you.
And then each of his legs was on either side of your thighs, caging you under him.
âVery well, then,â he said, hiking the hem of your nightdress up until it was resting at the small of your back, exposing your backside to him. âIf you're so adamant about this, who am I to deny you?â
You glanced over your shoulder and were met with the most devious grin ever.
What was he up to?
His hands settled on each cheek, groping the rounded and taut flesh underneath.
OhâŠ
He alternated between soft and firm squeezes for a long while, and you had already lost any semblance of concentration.
You felt him pat one cheek twice before his cool lips were suddenly at your ear, drawing a shiver from you.
âAstarion⊠what are you doing?â
You felt a soft kiss being pressed to your neck. âYou're obviously eager to learn a few tricks from this book,â he whispered, as his hands travelled down your sides before gripping your waist rather firmly. âSo teach me, darling.â
Inevitably, your eyes widened at his proposition and you immediately propped yourself on your elbows, turning your head to meet his eyes.
The new angle gave him the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss from you.
It was fleeting and clearly not his main focus, so he pulled from your lips.
âYou are going to read to me your favourite passages.â
âWhat?â
âI am sure you've managed to find something interesting by now,â he carried on, pecking the tip of your nose. âAnd I don't mind being proven wrong about this book.â
It would have been easier to dismiss his request if his hardening cock wasn't so firmly pressed against the swell of your backside.
âI can just tell youâŠâ you said, swallowing hard.
He simply chuckled. âYou said I was no fun, so I am making sure this is fun.â
You gazed down at the open book in front of you, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue.
âAnd, darling?â he called from behind you. âIf you stop, I stop.â
And suddenly, the sound of fabric being ripped filled the room.
Your underwear had been effortlessly torn apart, granting him exclusive access to your now soaked core.
You shuddered under him, tilting your head to meet his crimson eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
âIf you stop reading, I stop fucking you.â
The crudeness in his words was enough to draw a gasp from you, and mainly because you knew he meant what he said.
Astarion wasn't one to hand out empty warnings.
It soon dawned on you that he had caught a glimpse of the page you were currently gripping, providing him with enough material to use as leverage against you.
Fuck.
âIsn't this the one you want to try out?â he cooed, pressing his erection against your backside once more. âIt seems like we are already halfway through.â
Instinct guided the next few rolls of your hips, yearning for more friction, not at all interested in wasting time reading anything from this book, when the subject of your desires was all you wanted to focus on.
But Astarion disagreed.
In fact, it was the loud tapping of his fingers next to the explicit diagrams of the âProne Delightâ position that snapped you out of your lust-filled haze.
âRead it out loud.â
You groaned, frustration evident in your voice. âBut you can see itâŠâ
He pressed his strained cock harder into you and you yelped from the sudden pressure.
âRead. It.â
Somehow, you found the will to fix your gaze back on the now crinkled page, fingers quivering as you skipped the first steps of the visual guide, darting your eyes down until you found what to read out loud next.
The urge to arch your back nearly overtook you as you read through the instructions.
You cleared your throat. ââAs soon as your partner is flat on their stomach, proceed to place a firm pillow under their hips to elevate them to place them at an ideal angle.â
Astarion quickly darted to his side, launching forward to grip a pillow on the far end of the bed.
You glanced to your side as soon as you heard the sound of laces being unfastened, freeing his cock with a hiss of pure relief.
He pumped it twice as if urging it to harden even more.
âWhy did you stop?â
You jolted from how harsh he sounded, but his tone had an immediate effect on your clit, causing it to pulse more intensely than before.
The bed dipped and creaked under his knees as shifted before patting the side of your waist. âUp.â
You immediately complied, raising your hips high enough for him to place the pillow under them, effectively causing you to gasp.
Astarion smacked your backside softly, urging you, and you felt a gush of wetness spill down your folds as you clenched again.
ââThe legs must be pressed tightly together to further increase the tightnessâ,â you said, but your voice faltered as soon as his firm hands were suddenly on your thighs, ensuring you followed the instructions, which caused your swollen clit to be squeezed in between your soaked folds. âGodsâŠâ
He pulled away at once. âYou stop, I stop, darling.â
You immediately clenched hard around nothing, your body yearning for his cock.
âPleaseâŠâ you pleaded, wanting nothing more than to tear the page apart and spread your legs to invite him in.
Tough luck.
Astarion was in no mood to cooperate with your request.
âYou wanted to surprise me, didn't you?â he cooed, lovingly stroking your plump cheek before giving it a squeeze. âThen go ahead and show me how you can keep your pretty head focused whilst taking my cock.â
Another clench.
A more violent one this time.
Followed by a groan of frustration as you desperately clawed at the book, knowing you'd have to carry on.
ââThe other partner must straddle their legs from behind andâŠââ your voice cracked when he positioned himself atop your thighs, his cock already nudging at your entrance. â... andâŠâ Astarion stilled right away and you groaned. â... and slowly initiate the act of p-penetrationâ.â
He seemed satisfied enough with your performance as proceeded to drag his tip along your folds, coating it in your wetness.
âLike so?â he then asked as he slowly began to stretch you open, earning a sob from you from how thick he was.Â
âYesâŠâÂ
His thighs caged yours, preventing you from parting your legs as he struggled to bottom out.
âGods⊠why do you have to be so tight,â he hissed in frustration, probably realising this position wasn't all that favourable. âKeep reading.â
You wanted to protest, but you just couldn't speak as you tried to take all of him in spite of your tightness.
And before you could feel full with his cock, Astarion withdrew from you in one swift motion, causing you to almost cry out.
âNo! NoâŠnoâŠâ you sobbed, feeling your walls squeeze as if that would magically bring him back inside. âAstarion⊠pleaseâŠâ
He had the nerve to chuckle. âTrust me. I want nothing more than to sink all the way in, but we had a deal. Now, read.â
This was pure torture.
He was too good at making you crave him.
And you were too weak to resist him.
With newfound strength, you managed to move to the next step, sniffling. ââA gentle pace should be initiated first, before setting for a more forceful one, with long and deep thrustsâ...â
Just as expected, he was sliding back inside you once again, rewarding your perseverance.
ââIf there is any sign of discomfort, it is advised to halt at onceâ,â you managed to say in between throaty moans.
Astarion bottomed out before you could initiate the next sentence, letting out a delicious groan of pleasure.Â
You needed more.
You needed him to roll those sweet hips of his.
ââIt is advised to alternate the pace according toâŠââ A sobby moan left your throat as he slid all the way out before plunging back inside and setting a relentless pace. â... â...according to the partner's body language and vocal cuesâŠââ You paused again as creamy lewd sounds filled your ears. It was getting harder and harder to keep your vision straight as he fucked you so good.
But, as soon as you failed to deliver an unwavering diction, Astarion stilled inside you, causing you to instinctively clench around his cock, silently urging him to move again.
âWhat's the matter, darling?â he mocked, caressing your backside with both hands, fingers digging into your flesh. âYou wanted to teach me, so do it.â
There was nothing in this godsdamned book you could use to teach him.
And he knew it.
Astarion knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew what made it tick and what had you beg for more.
But still, you endured, as your lust for him overcame everything else.
ââThis position has been described as one that allows the partner on top to get as deep as possible whilst experiencing unprecedented tightness.ââÂ
You weren't sure how you managed to say all of it in one go, but it was enough to have him slam into you harder than before.
It was almost embarrassing how easily soaked you got from being told what to do, but you didnât care anymore.
And it seemed that Astarion was too lost in his own pleasure to notice you had stopped, so you allowed yourself to enjoy each thrust and groan you squeezed out of him.
He always sounded so pretty buried inside you.
His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he rammed hard.
As expected, his pace never faltered, but you wanted to give him more incentive and flipped the page, ready to commence your diction.
ââThe suggested position afterââ
But before you could continue, Astarion snatched the book in front of you and sent it flying across the room with a growl.
âEnough of that idiotic book,â he snarled, lifting your hips. âOn your hands and knees.â
He kicked the pillow from under you, without sliding out.
Your muscles were slightly numb from the previous position and it took you a moment to adjust yourself.
Once he was sure you were ready for more, he pressed a hand down your back, causing you to arch for him.
âYou're too soaked for this to last much longer,â he said, sliding all the way inside, his balls hitting your swollen clit. âYou don't need a book to have me come undone for you, sweetheart.â
You shuddered.
It was almost criminal how good this man was with his words and body alike.
Your mouth dropped open as soon as he began to speed up once more, wet and creamy sounds being heard in between the snap of his hips against yours.
The familiar coil in your lower abdomen signalled how close you already were with each slap of his balls against your clit. Judging by his grunts and less spaced out hisses, you could tell your own climax would trigger his.
But you needed more.
You needed the sight that would have you topple over the edge.
So, you looked down along your body, almost whimpering from the view: a single thick strand of precum mixed with your own wetness was dangling from your swollen clit, swaying with each thrust.
GodsâŠ
You took a deep breath, embracing the wave of pleasure that was about to hit you as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
It came all at once and your arms quivered under you until you had no choice but to fall forward on the side of your face as your climax violently tore through your entire body, initiating a sequence of contractions that further had you tightening around his cock.
It was almost blinding and your mind blanked at once a string of moans spilled from deep without you, breath taken away from your lungs.
Astarion cursed loudly and you knew then, even through your haze of pleasure, that he had reached his peak.
Each contraction aided him in spilling himself deep inside you, your body craving his seed.
You couldn't tear your eyes away from your clit and how swollen it was, parting your folds. Then, you shot a brief glance at his handsome face, wanting to witness it contorting in pleasure and relief as he rode out his own climax.
As you came down from your high, you began to see the first drops of thick cum dribbling down his balls as he began to pull out.Â
By the time he was fully out, a gush of cum leaked out, coating your folds and dripping from your clit.
It never ceased to amaze you how hard he always came⊠the amount of cum was obscene to say the least.Â
He nearly lost his balance and you saw his cock completely covered in cum as he growled through clenched teeth, his fangs fully visible.
Somehow, your knees hadn't quivered and you remained in the same position for a while, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Eventually, you found your voice again. âYou⊠shouldn't have thrown it away⊠it has some post-encounter care suggestionsâŠâ
Astarion was on his knees, his cock still hard and thick as his half-hooded eyes met yours. âLay down.â
Was he not done ordering you around?
You chuckled weakly, but did as you were told.
He slid from the bed at once and you admired his backside as he sauntered across the room, taking a towel in his hand before returning to your side.
âOn your back, darling,â he said, voice soft and caring as he placed a kiss on your flushed cheek. âAllow me to properly take care of you.â
You offered him a smile, eager for what was to come.
âYou know, that was mean of youâŠâ you said in between shallow breaths.
Astarion pressed a kiss to your forehead, parting your legs. âBut was it fun?â
You chuckled, feeling your muscles sore. âNo.â
He feigned hurt as he dabbed the soft towel along your folds, earning a jolt from you when it reached your oversensitive clit.Â
âDo not lie.â
A thick layer of his cum slowly dribbled from you, which he promptly wiped clean.
âIt was mildly entertaining,â you groaned as he kept on pressing adoring kisses along your cheek. âI'm surprised you were able to hold back.â
âOh, darling⊠I didn't.â
And for the next few minutes, you enjoyed the comfort that came with the silence of being next to the person you adored the most.
Astarion was a dedicated lover.
He would have you come undone for him, but he would ensure the after care was just as rewarding.
As such, he would clean you up and offer you water and even a bath. And if you couldn't walk? He would simply carry you.
But you never wanted it to be a one-sided courtesy.
He deserved to be taken care of just as much and you would often be the first to pat his cock clean with a soft piece of cloth.Â
Sometimes, you would aid each other simultaneously in between tired kisses and hugs, finding bliss in the trust that held you together.Â
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â hey professor! | kento n.
in which nanami just canât stop thinking about the cute professor down the hall. contains: librarian!nanami x fem professor!reader. (smut with a lil plot. nanamiâs a bit of a perv. masturbation, teasing, blowjob, exhibitionism.) w.c: 1.8k.
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another late night in the library, another night spent with you on his mind.Â
nanami was never one to mix business with pleasure. youâre his coworker. the pretty professor two classrooms down from the library. always friendly and pleasant with the brightest smile on your face â nanamiâs crush grew with each fleeting interaction you shared. he found himself looking forward to your weekly visits to the library, but ultimately settled with admiring you from afar.
itâs always on nights like these that his mind wanders and the thoughts are anything but innocent. nanami had finished all his daily tasks hours prior, opting to spend the last hour of his shift relaxing. the library was empty, as it should be on a friday night. he was more than thankful for the silence, leaning back in his rotating chair, eyes slowly closing.
it was the perfect atmosphere to fully immerse himself in you.
and nanami was never the type of man to daydream. he was a realistic man and indulging in fantasies were pointless, he maintained that mindset up to this point. but somehow you became his fantasy, the dirty little secret heâd keep locked away until the night came.
oh, the things nanami would do to you. his dick twitched at the thought of bending you over this very desk, his large hands spreading the fat globes of your ass as you bounced off his pelvis. his eyes would train on each inch of his dick disappearing into your tight pussy with each rock of his hips, over and over again.
or maybe heâd bury his face in your pussy instead, your legs thrown over his shoulders while he ate your pussy like itâs his last meal. he knows youâd writhe in his hold, attempt to push his head away from the pleasure but he couldnât stop. not until you coated his face in your juices, blessing him with that sweet nectar heâd gladly lap up as youâd shutter through your orgasm, crying out for him andâ
fuck.
nanamiâs eyes snap open. he takes a moment before he reluctantly decides to look down â his clothed erection staring right back at him, threatening to burst through his slacks.
yup, he definitely overdid it this time.
nanami runs a hand down his face, a deep sigh following behind it. there was no need to panic since he was the only one here but how would he handle this? and where?
where he was sitting was out of question. in the center of the library, out in the open? something about that felt⊠weird. and there was no way his erection would die on its own, he was way too hard for that. nanami turned his head, still weighing his options as his eyes landed on one of the study rooms andâ
perfect.
though the door and windows were glass, it was a closed space. that gave nanami some peace of mind, a faux sense of privacy to handle his problem. so nanami made his way to the closest study room, coyly covering his bulge as he slammed the door behind him.
the sound of the rattling door had startled you as you were grading assignments in the study room next door.
you were prone to procrastinating and this time, it came back to bite you in the ass. there was a mountain of ungraded papers on the desk in front of you and at this rate, youâd be in the library all night. it was a friday night anyways, youâd have the rest of the weekend to unwind.
you knew that nanami was still in the library and assumed the noise was just him cleaning or checking something. not thinking much of it, you continued on with your work.
unbeknownst to nanami who was in the next room, literally fighting for his life.
heâs got his head thrown back against the chair with his eyes screwed shut, bottom lip captured in his top row of teeth to conceal his groans as he desperately bucks his hips into his fist. it was so messy, his shaft was so wet â glistening with a pretty mix of precum and saliva that dribbled down everywhere, even coating his base.
with a swipe of his thumb across his angry, reddened tip, nanamiâs whole body shuddered in pleasure. it was sensitive, a little too sensitive but he continued, repeating that motion over and over again until his jaw slackened â a long, strained groan fell from his lips almost instantly.
nanamiâs cheeks blushed bright red, he was embarrassing himself. moaning like a needy whore in this tiny study room in the library, still on the clock. but did he really have a reason to be ashamed, though? yes, he might be breaking a law or two but itâs just him here. letting a moan slip here or there wasnât the end of the world, nobody would hear.
except for you.
the first moan you heard, you brushed it off. chalked it up to your growing fatigue, maybe you were hearing things? you attempted to continue until another, much louder moan scrambled your focus minutes later before it finally clicked, you werenât hearing things.
that was nanami moaning. the quiet, reserved librarian was pleasuring himself⊠in a study room? you never would have took him as the perverted type, the type of freak to masturbate in public.
⊠would it make you a bigger freak if his erotic sounds had you squeezing your thighs, biting into the skin of your bottom lip?
his moans were undeniably sexy, guttural and needy. your pussy pulsed, clenching on nothing â you already knew your panties were soaked. you had half a mind to waltz in there, to see what he was really doing but ultimately, you decided it would be best to pack up and leave silently. it would save you from any uncomfortable, awkward interactions.
you had just placed your tote bag on you shoulder when you heard it, that one particular whine that stopped you, made your whole body freeze in place.
â(y/n.)â
your eyebrows furrowed. did⊠did he just say your name?
âfuck (y/n)⊠iâm sâclose.â
yeah, you were definitely going in that room. gathering the rest of your things, it only took a few quick strides, it was next door after all. you had an idea of what youâd see once you stepped in the room, but the reality was much better than anything you could have imagined.
a loud thud! of your bag hitting the ground nearly made nanami jump out his skin and the last thing he was expecting to see was you â standing in the doorframe with your mouth agape.
âwhatââ
ââdonât!â nanami pants and heâs basically heaving, with a shaky hand held up in your direction. his voice was off-pitch, labored like heâd just ran a marathon. he turns his head to break eye contact, the deep red blush on his face spread to his ears. â..d-dont come closer.â
it takes a second before you start to giggle, your head tilted playfully. âi canât come closer but you were moaning my name like that? now, thatâs not fair, nanami.â
he felt like a coward, the humiliation heavy in his chest left him unable to face you. he could shook his head profusely. âi.. didnât remember that you w-were here, I swear. i a-apologize.â
you scoffed, your arms crossed on your chest. was he really playing innocent right now? alright, fine, you thought. youâd play along, see how long heâd keep up the act.
âare you sure you donât want my help?â you tease, taking a few quiet steps forward.
ân-no, i donât..â still turned around, nanami could feel you inching closer and just your presence made him hornier. he truly didnât want you to hear. everything about this was embarrassing, simply crumbling the last bit of pride he had left.
his body jolted when he felt your soft, warm hand firmly grasp his shaft and he moans so sinfully, the gentle pressure stimulating him just the right way.
âi said,â you croon, and you lean in close, your glossed lips tracing his ear. âare you sure you donât want my help?â
if the throbbing of his cock didnât make it obvious enough, nanami needed your help so painfully bad, it was driving him crazy. so nanami tilts his head up to finally meet your eyes, they were so dark, entirely full of lust. nanami gulps before breathing out a faint i do.
as soon as that confirmation reaches your ears, you were on your knees. the carpet tickled your skin as you lean forward and lull out your tongue, flicking the tip on nanamiâs swollen head. while one of your hands is on his cock, languidly stroking what your mouth canât reach.
and nanamiâs a moaning mess, putty in your hands as you have your way with him. it felt like a dream, better than all his fantasies combined. your mouth was wet and extremely warm, you looked so pretty with your mouth full of his cock. his hips stuttered each time you bobbed your head past his tip, your tongue tracing along prominent veins.
âf-fuck, iâmâ!â he gasps when your free hand reaches to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm. âiâm so c-close, (y/n). gonna.. g-gonna cumm.â
you hum prior to releasing his dick with a pop, deciding to press wet, sloppy kisses along the underside of his shaft. âwhere do you want to cum, kento?â that low, sexy purr of his name nearly made him cum on the spot. âon my face? down my throat? gotta tell me what you want, love.â
âyour t-throat, p-please.â nanami whines.
âoh, so now you know your manners? thatâs cute.â you click your tongue and before nanami can protest, your mouth is on his dick again, laying your tongue flat on the side while your head bops up and down.
nanamiâs letting his moans spill freely, you swear heâs even louder than he was before, if thatâs even possible. his knuckles white from his tight grip on the armrests and the thrust of his hips are in sync with your mouth, the steady rhythm had drool trickling out his mouth.
that familiar coil in his stomach was building so rapidly, his thighs started trembling. heâs panting so hard, eyes rolling into the back of his skull when he feels you tug on his balls and it was over for him â he shoots thick, velvety ropes of cum down your throat. itâs so much, you struggle to swallow all of it, some of it spilling along his cock before youâre licking it up, giggling as he hisses from the overstimulation.
nanamiâs body is limp, basically slumped over when you dust off your skirt and collect your things, placing something on the desk before leaving him without another word. truly, he didnât want you to leave. he had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do to you.
it wasnât until he sat up and noticed the note you left on the desk, that he realized heâd be able to follow through with his plans.
xxx-xxx-xxx, give me a call when youâre ready for the real thing.
tagging my bookies: @preciousamethyst @satorena @hoshigray @screampied @suguella @ryukenzz @i2loco
all rights reserved to @/hoesluvshanti, do not copy, steal or repost my content without permission.
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Thinking about spending Valentine's Day with older!Eddie.
18+, age gap (25ish - 40ish)
You're in your mid-twenties and he's in his early forties, and you've been dating for only a couple months before the holiday comes up. And Eddie had been surprised a pretty little thing like you would give him the time of day despite the fifteen-odd years between you. But you find him sexy, and sweet in a gruff sort of way, especially when he slings a protective arm over your shoulder when you walk down the sidewalk together, tucking you to the inside as he sucks on the end of his cigarette. His leather jacket smells like Camels and tangy motor oil, musk and home, and you must be getting soft on him because you don't even scrunch your nose anymore at the acrid sting of smoke in your nose. The world has left him grizzled and huffy, nearly perpetually tired, but Eddie's deep smile lines ease back into boyish dimples at the sound of your bright laughter and the hook of your small pinkie around his rougher one. He calls you 'sugar' and buys you the big milkshake when you asked for the small, husking a fond chuckle when you pout and whine about it being too much. You melt a little when his fingers graze the hem of your skirt as he walks behind you, just a little idle brush like he wants to remember how soft you are.
He shows up at your apartment door standing stiffly with a frilly pink bag strap clutched in his tatted knuckles, like he knows what an eyesore he must be with it. You don't think so, though. Not when you pull out the purple Jellycat bunny with a squeal of unabashed delight, nor even when he grumbles about 'how expensive a damn stuffed animal was' as you throw your arms over his broad shoulders, pressing kiss after kiss to his stubbly cheek until he scowls and goes pink up to his ears. "Lemme get the fuckin' door closed at least," he grumbles, "'fore that bitch next door gives me the evil eye again for defilin' you in front of the neighbors." But you know he's secretly pleased that you'd kiss him anywhere, anytime, no matter who sees.
You'd given him your Valentine's day present: his favorite meal and a tin of too-many cupcakes to take home and indulge in after his shifts this week. Now he's underneath you, warm and solid, body strong but gone softer in some places than he'd been when he used to be your age. He's beautiful there - his dark hair unbound across your duvet, streaked with gentle gray, faded in places like the tattoos that cover him in a tapestry of passed time and grim imagery. His weathered fingers press bluntly into the supple curve of your waist, and he watches with heavy-lidded eyes as his hips punch little mewls out of you from below, impacts that you take eagerly as you let him hold you in place and work you over. His voice is all husk and grit, rich like whiskey as he murmurs to you. "Got the sweetest little pussy, sugar. All for me, hm?"
Your head lolls back on a breathy moan, eyes slipping closed as your fingers tighten where your hands are planted on his chest. It makes him hiss with pleasure when they catch on and pull the wiry hair there. "Yes, Eddie," you sigh, soft where he is rough, your heart throbbing in time with his. "My pussy is yours. All yours."
He's fucking you fuzzy and near dumb, but you manage to roll your head forward and blink your eyes open to catch his heavy gaze. "I'm yours," you say, aching at the way his face shifts when you add so sincerely, "Want everything with you."
He doesn't answer you. But once he's rendered you boneless and sated, sticky with his release leaking between your thighs, you can feel that reply in the gentleness of his arms as they wrap around you, the slant of his lips as they press to your temple, the tender way he brushes back your hair and draws his thumb over your dewy brow.
The world has left Eddie grizzled and tired, but you are making him new.
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Iâm so late, I JUST saw your post đ but if youâre still in need of ideas, how abt an absolutely disgustingly sappy diagnosis of lovesickness for our dear atsumu? teasing him for being down horrendously and he doesnât even bother to fight back bc heâs just like âwell yeahâ âčïžđ«¶đ»
I AM FROTHINF AT THE MOUTH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I MISSED HIM I COULD KISS YOU FOR THIS MWAH MWAH MWAH âčïžđ©·
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âBro, youâre so in love with me, itâs craaaaazy.â
Your tease falls from your lips as Atsumu passes you a steaming mug, a smile on his face as he does.
He offers you a shrug, âso what if I do? If you were in my shoes, so would you.â He gently lifts your legs from where theyâre curled on the couch and slips under them, resting them back on his thighs for you to continue to rest comfortably. âAnd donât call me bro, weâve been together for 3 years.â
You smile and sip your warm tea, âIâm just saying you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look goofy. Just do it, bro.â
With that, he leans over to press a kiss to your lips, âdonât.â Kiss. âCall.â Kiss. âMe.â Kiss. âBro.â
âOne more, just to be sure?â You mewl, which he immediately provides to you. This time, his lips linger longer, a hand gently resting on your knee and soothingly rubbing his thumb over. You part slightly to put your mug down, relishing in the noise of protest he pouts out. You giggle and turn back to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. âI love you.â
âI love you. So much.â His arms wrap lowly around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer. His lips move down to your neck, sponging wet kisses there before moving up to your cheek. You angle into his touch, fingers toying with the stubbly hairs of his undercut, and you smirk at the gasp and shiver he gives in response.
âYou get so drunk on me, oh my god,â you continue to tease. He snickers against your skin. âOne âI love youâ and youâre down for the count, arenât you?â
âYou know I am,â He mumbles, face lingering in your warm neck. âYou would be too, if you were me. Youâre just irresistible. Really, this is your fault.â
âNo,â you assure. âIâm built different. Iâm no softie like you bro.â
Immediately, his fingers spider up your sides and to your ribs, and your arms dart down in defense from his tickles. âWhat did I say?â He snaps, but his lips are curled into a smirk. âWhat did I say about calling me bro? Huh? What did I say?â
âDonât tickle me!â You plead, trapping his strong fingers under your elbow.
âNo, I donât think that was it,â he hums. âI think it was something like⊠oh! Donât call me bro! Isnât that wild? Isnât that crazy?â He peppers little kisses on your neck, and you toss your head back in laughter.
But you can feel the love emanating off of him. The happiness at hearing your squeals and squirms, coupled with getting drunk from kissing your warm skin truly is enough to get his heart beating, so loud you can practically hear it.
And hey. Youâll take some revenge tickles if it means you get to indulge in this side of him.
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Hii can you please write something where the reader (could be Rhaenyra daughter) walks in on Aegon and something like this happens
https://www.tumblr.com/barbieaemond/746483713191362560/tom-glynn-carney-as-gaius-julius-caesar-octavianus
Love your workâ€ïž
Thank you! Ok this is just a quick one, but here we go đ©·
A Reward
18+ ONLY MDNI (Targcest, smut, open marriage)
Y/N sets off in search of her husband after finding her apartments empty and the children well tended by their maids. She happens upon her husband in his bedchamber, sprawled across the mattress.
Aegonâs eyes snap up to meet hers, cock twitching as he does, fingers still lost in ChĂ©rieâs hair. He grins at his wife, dangerously close to spilling down the other womanâs throat. âHello, my dearest love.â
Y/N smiles, âhello, husband.â She moves closer to the bed, smoothing a hand over ChĂ©rieâs dark waves and leaning forward to whisper, âdo not stop.â
ChĂ©rie hums in acknowledgment, pulling away from Aegonâs weeping cock for only a moment to greet the princess with a gentle kiss. âAnything for you, Princess.â
Y/N sighs against her mouth. âThank you, darling girl.â
Aegon lets out a groan as ChĂ©rie resumes. âWhat is it youâre doing down there? Plotting?â
Y/N makes her way up to him, cupping his face in her hands, âyou will know soon enough, my love.â
Aegonâs chest rises and falls in quick succession, pulling her down to meet his kiss as he nears his peak, shooting his seed over ChĂ©rieâs tongue.
She swallows all he gives her, sucking him dry with cruel pulls of her mouth.
Aegon begins to protest.
âShh,â Y/N coos, taking his restless hands in hers, pinning them to the pillow on either side of his head.
âI cannot again,â Aegon whimpers, ânot so quickly.â
Chérie runs her tongue along the sensitive tip of his cock.
âFuck!â He squeezes his wifeâs fingers, helplessly as ChĂ©rie cups his stones, rolling them in her practiced hand.
Y/N presses a kiss to his furrowed brow, tears welling at the corner of his eyes.
âMy love,â Aegon jerks in her hold.
Y/N breathes, âI want her to bring you pleasure as I watch.â
âMayhaps in a moment,â he feels his softened cock begin to rise again.
The princess shakes her head, ânow.â
âSeven hells,â he releases a panic laugh.
âI see the appeal of this now,â Y/N runs her nose along the length of his. âYou are very pretty when you cry.â
âI wish you could see yourself, teary eyed on my cock. Absolutely sinful, you are. A wonder to behold.â Aegon winces as ChĂ©rie fists the base of his cock.
Y/N shifts, holding both his hands in one of hers to run greedy fingers over the expanse of his chest. Her nails graze his nipple, causing Aegon to buck against ChĂ©rieâs mouth. âI love you.â
âI love you more. I love you most, I love you always.â He babbles, chasing her lips, each time she dares pull away.
ChĂ©rie has been a guest in their bed too many a time to think herself an intruder, but in moments such as these, she is grateful for the reassuring pass of the Princessâs hand over her hair.
âOnce you come undone, I will grant you reprieve as I reward our girl for indulging us.â Y/N promises her husband.
Aegon nods, blinking up at her. âYou will be with child before this night ends.â A threat and a promise.
âNot much of a punishment for torturing you as I have.â Y/N muses.
âNot a punishment,â Aegon bites out, nearing the edge of bliss. âA reward.â
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Seungmin As Your Boyfriend
Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin
Contains Smut đ©·
Did I indulge myself with this? Yes. Could have I written a novel? Yes I stopped myself before it got way too long lol.
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âąDefinitely shy when yall first start dating, cute little awkward thing heâd be.
âąHowever after getting close heâs never shutting up now.
âąTeasing him about how he went from barely talking or making eye contact.
âąTo this man who openly flirts with you in public.
âąA true menace in disguise.
âąPlayful teasing all the time.
âąBut itâs a mutual thing.
âąYou stutter heâs making fun of you.
âąHe drops something youâre doing it right back.
âąItâs honestly one of those things that makes him love you even more.
âąKnowing you two can joke around like this, âyouâre an asshole but youâre my asshole.â
âąYaâll adopting a dog at some point too.
âąI donât make the rules.
âąYou gotta buy a puppy for your puppy right?
âąHe loves having you lying in his chest so he can sing to you.
âąAll cuddled up just listing to his beautiful voice.
âąHe gets so blushy when you compliment his voice too
âąOh god does he. Heâll try and hide his face but you can see it creep to his ears too.
âąAnd if heâs lying on your lap?
âąPlay with his hair.
âąPlease. Just do it. This might be his favorite thing in the world.
âąJust lying with you, as you play with his fluffy hair.
âąThis is his happy place, the place where all his stress disappears.
âąHeâs honestly just so soft for you.
âąHeâs so attentive and reads you really well.
âąHe can tell if youâre having a bad day even before telling him.
âąHeâll grab your favorite things to make you feel better.
âąHe remembers a lot of things youâve said.
âąI feel like heâs that kinda guy that just remembers all the little details about what you like or have told him.
âąHeâll stare with those big puppy dog eyes full of love.
âąHeâs honestly very enamored by you.
âąHow can someone be so perfect?
âąNot to mention how can someone so perfect be his?
âąOf course heâll never admit this.
âąNot saying he doesnât do his share of mushy things.
âąBut heâs seungmin, he has to end the sweet convos with a dumb comment like âcause Iâm the perfect boyfriend duhâ
âąLikes calm dates.
âąLike going for coffee or to book stores.
âąWill make forts in the living room to watch movies.
âąI feel like heâs also one of those people who sends you flowers while youâre at work.
âąLikes to write cute notes on them to get you all blushy at work.
âąProbably has you in his phone as something like âMy Dummyâ or something like that.
âąIn such a loving way though.
âąAlso probably has the dumbest nicknames for you.
âąHis nicknames range from something cute like âpuppyâ to âmy little dumpster fireâ
âąHand holding always.
âąWill pout when you let go âso what if our hands are sweatyâ
âąLoves PDA when it makes you all blushy.
âąHeâll also do the whole âkiss you to shut you upâ
âąHe really enjoys your kisses.
âąAlso will never admit how much it melts his heart seeing you in his hoodies.
âąHeâll snap cute pictures of you in them.
âąHas so many ugly photos of you in a locked folder so you canât delete him.
âąSo he can âuse them for black mailâ
âąHeâs just a kind soul whoâs a little rough around the edges but you are too.
âąHeâll always make you feel loved and cared for. Youâll also always know what he says is his true feelings.
âąHe never sugar coats things and is always honest with you.
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âąThis little ass is such a tease.
âąWill put his hand on your thigh slowly sliding it up.
âąHeâll pull you to his lap, gripping your hips as he pushes himself against you.
âąWould definitely send you dirty texts in public to see you get all red.
âąWhatever mood heâs in youâre getting a different person in bed.
âąSome days heâs more aggressive than others.
âąPushing you up against the wall leaving hickeys all over your neck.
âąHis hand wrapped around your throat as he teases your sensitiveness.
âąWhen heâs fucking you like this heâs like a dog in heat.
âąMultiple rounds until youâre both spent.
âąHeâd love when youâd scratch his back so deep or bite his shoulder.
âąJust a way to show others how good he fucks you.
âąHeâd definitely be doing the biting back, pulling your hair and spanking you.
âąOn the other hand he has those lazy days were itâs the most loving sex of your life
âąItâs so sensual laying in bed while heâs whispering how much he loves you as heâs thrusting slowly into you.
âąTouching your sensitiveness lazily. Just savoring every moment.
âąI feel like heâd be a small bit possessive of you.
âąSo heâd probably say stuff like âYouâre all mineâ âNo one else can make you feel this wayâ
âąHeâs more of a talking when itâs rough but the moans and groans he lets out.
âąEspecially when heâs just lost in you theyâre just- beautiful?
âąA horn dog honestly.
âąConstantly just wants you.
âąHeâs so damn needy when heâs on tour too.
âąWhines about how he needs you cause his hand doesnât help.
âąAftercare is normally more quiet as he just holds you close kissing you softly.
âąRubbing your body as you both catch your breath.
âąA small âyou ok?â Heâd say and if itâs a yes he just pulls you closer to him.
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i just know and i feel it in my little heart. bimbo reader collects sonny angels. maybe sheâs even made them little outfits and says one is simon and one is her. i feel like sheâs the type to sew a little pocket on his tactical clothes so a little part of her is always with him đ
HONEY OH MY GOD HONEY THIS IS ADORABLE?? THANK U FOR THE VISION BECAUSE SHE ABSOLUTELY DOES!! got a full collection and a mounted shelf for the lil cherubs n all thattt đ„čđ«¶đŒ god what a cutie
just imagine how excited you were when you first started collecting them and simonâs a little confused but he gives you his card anyway when you tell him you want to order more.
âthey all have the same face, sweets,â he says, bending over to get a clearer view of your display case to see the little things. some have full outfits, while some are almost bare except for their hats, but even then â even with their different skin tones and eye colours and costumes â simon canât shake off the oddity of seeing a singular expression from an intensive collection. âi donât get it.â
then, his eyes catch onto a unique set. these two donât have a plastic-style outfits and are, instead, decked out in little sewn clothes. oneâs a wearing a pink dress, sparkly and made of laces, while the other oneâs in a basic tactical gear â dark jumper, dark pants, a grey vest thatâs fashioned to look like a bulletproof vest â and⊠a balaclava?
huh. that almost looks like-
âitâs us!â you chirp and simon, well, his heart quivers.
âyeah?â he asks, unable to look away at the little things, feeling so choked up at the affection and love thatâs slamming against his ribs.
you hum in reply before your hand, slim and bejewelled, juts out to pluck the two of the dolls from the stand. simon straightens up and turns to face you at your beckoning.
âmade âem âcause i missed you,â you mutter, batting your lashes up at him in a shy manner. you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling in anxiousness, and simon simply melts.
âoh, lovie,â he croons as he cups your jaw with his palm, his lungs constricting when you instantly nuzzle into his hold. âtheyâre perfect. yâr perfect.â
he murmurs his thanks when you give him the doll thatâs fashioned to look like you, gentle in his touch and reverent as he slides it into the chest pocket of his jacket.
âthere she is,â simon murmurs, unaware of how his actions are making you tremble with love. âsafe and sound by my heart.â
he chokes in surprise when you throw yourself at him, climbing him with experienced grappling, before cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.
well. simonâs not complaining, thatâs for sure.
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you bring simon-sonny around when you go out with your friends, plopping it beside your cocktail drink or beside your lil cup of ice cream, before asking your friend to snag a picture of you and the cherub to send to simon (whoâs currently deployed).
to: simmy <3
us!!!! đđ©· <
and simon responds with a picture from his end, just a little selfie, almost blurry, the angle just enough to show simon looking up at the camera and the little sonny thatâs perched inside his chest pocket â the one you diy-ed yourself.
from: simmy <3
> us :)
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CRYING THIS IS TOO CUTE!!! RAHHHHH nonbc im so sorry i rambled again đ i just. i have sm lil figurines (not specifically sonny) and i just love thinking about a s/o who cares sm they indulge u :â>
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A dwindling, mercurial high
⥠Pairing: Bang Chan à fem!reader
⥠Genre: Childhood best friends, angst
⥠CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), cheating, both Chan and Reader are morally gray characters, mentions of smoking, drinking, fingering, hand job, unprotected sex
⥠Word count: 10.1k
⥠Synopsis: Despite his love for you since childhood, Chan silently watched from the sidelines as you fell in love with your mutual friend. Your happiness has always been his priority, even at the expense of his own. But he can only endure the pain with a smile on his face for so long. With your growing realization that your fiancé is no longer the man you once loved, his longing to finally escape his torment and confess his feelings becomes unbearable.
⥠A/N: Based off a request by anon! Thank you for requesting đ©· Cheating is bad, kids, this is fiction. Sorry to my boy Changbin, I used a random wheel to decide who would be the other member đ„Č Iâll focus on lighter stories now âcause I feel like this one turned out heavier than I anticipated lol
Chan has known you since he was ten years old.
Heâs sure he has been in love with you for just as long.
He wouldnât be able to give an exact date; loving you has simply always been a part of his life. Your smile thatâs engraved in his mind, your laughter heâs memorized, your mind which still fascinates him after so many years â it all wraps around his heart like a vice, making him a willing captive to this one-sided love.
For Chan, love is selflessness; sacrificing anything for the happiness of the one he loves. He doesnât know anything but loving you, and his unwavering dedication to your happiness has led him to sacrifice his own for years.
Unbeknownst to you, Chan has been withering away slowly as youâve grown happier.
But your happiness and his unrequited love never truly hurt him until the age of twenty.
It was Minhoâs birthday, and he played the best friend card to convince Chan to buy fake IDs from a sketchy guy at their university. Your friend group drove to a deserted parking lot after buying far too much alcohol â Chan remembers the recurring thought inside his fuzzy mind was how much that situation would validate your parentsâ scorching hatred for him if they were to find out.
You had your head on his shoulder, sitting on the bed of Minhoâs truck, watching as the rest of your friends suffered the consequences of their indulgence. Chanâs face lit up with a smile at the sound of your giggle when Miyeon yelled at Changbin for being so loud, threatening to destroy his beloved girl group albums if he didnât shut up.
Chanâs emotions always mirrored your own; so long as you had a smile on your face, he swore he could find joy even in the worst situations.
Even when you unknowingly shattered his heart into a million pieces, your happiness still brought him joy.
âI never got around to finishing my story,â you told him, words slurred and voice hoarse from singing at a noraebang earlier that night. âI only said I had a crush, but I never elaborated.â
Chan didnât want you to elaborate.
But he knew how much you loved talking to him. Be it the weight of your indecision about your path in life or the lightheartedness of your romantic endeavors, you shared everything with him. You always said Chan was the best listener because he knew when his silence was better than any word. He knew that once your heart was set on something, there was no use trying to untangle your mind from the roots of that conviction.
So he hummed, prompting you to continue. âItâs been a while since you had a crush.â
âIt sounds so lame, doesnât it?â You scoffed, âArenât we too old for crushes?â
âNo oneâs ever too old for that,â he shrugged. âI think if you donât allow yourself these light-hearted feelings, love will only become heavy. Thatâs never good.â
You placed your hand in his, playing with his fingers as a smile spread across your lips. Chan always hoped you couldnât hear the way his heart thumped loudly against his chest whenever you touched him.Â
âYouâre so weirdly wise for your age.â
âAnd youâre so weirdly avoiding the subject,â Chan pointed out. âCome on, you never hesitated telling me shit like this. Hell, you proudly admitted to your crush on that old ass teacher when we were sixteen.â
You sat up straight, groaning at the unwelcome memory, and Chan huffed a laugh at the pout on your lips.
âI know, itâs justâŠâ
âJust?â
âItâs someone you know,â you offered, and Chan furrowed his brows.
âThat wouldnât be a first.â
He noticed the way your hands tensed up, their grip on his fingers tightening and fidgeting nervously. You were anxious, and Chan wasnât sure he wanted to know the reason why.
âItâs someone from our group.â
The way he froze was obvious, and your hands stilled on top of his. To this day, he hates everything about that moment: how you were so apprehensive about sharing something so trivial with him, how he selfishly felt a twinge of jealousy, and most importantly, how he could tell you were upset.
Chan promptly put aside his own feelings, having mastered this skill to the point where he could effortlessly do it. You seemed happy whenever you mentioned this crush, and he didnât want to be the reason that happiness faded away. He laced your fingers together and offered you a smile, hoping you would reciprocate the gesture. You did, and he felt his chest blossoming with a blend of relief and melancholy.
âItâs Changbin,â you confessed, and Chanâs face remained unchanged. His smile didnât so much as falter at your words. It often scared him how easy it had become to feign something as significant as his own emotions when it came to you. âI donât know when it started, but I just⊠I really like him.â
Chan had seen you go through a couple of short-lived relationships and countless crushes that usually led nowhere; the sting of seeing you infatuated with someone else was an ache heâd long grown accustomed to. He often struggled to understand why your heart had chosen to love the people it did. It was easy to tease you and cope with the hurt when Chan knew it was only a matter of time before you realized you deserved more.
But that situation was different. This time, he could understand. Changbin was one of his best friends, after all. How would he endure the hurt when he knew Changbin was practically a mirror image of your ideal type? He was always in a good mood, always fun to be around and never failed to make anyone laugh. Chan had no doubts about how he would bend his back just to care for his friends â the day he failed his first class at university, Changbin paid his bill at the bar and carried a drunken, crying Chan home on his back.
Unlike it had been with Chan for the past ten years, your parents immediately fell in love with Changbin.
As he heard you eagerly talk about your crush on your friend that night, Chan kept his facade of the perfect best friend. His laughter and words perfectly matched your enthusiasm. Among the rain of anguish, the drop of bliss that fell onto his heart as he saw you smile again, your worry thoroughly gone, was enough to soothe his aching heart.
Because Chanâs emotions mirrored your own, and so he made it his mission to make you happy.
Even if it was with someone else.
Chan never would have guessed that you and Changbin would go beyond a simple crush.
He never would have believed if he was told your relationship would evolve beyond just hooking up.
And never in his wildest dream did he imagine that you would become engaged to him.
Yet, here he sits, six years after initially finding out about your crush, helping you choose flower arrangements for your wedding.
âI think Bin would definitely want some pink flowers,â you comment with a hum, the florist nodding along with a smile. Chan holds back a sigh. âBut wouldnât that look weird with the light blue theme?â
âI think blue and pink go great together!â The florist assures you, her excitement palpable when she starts rambling about different shades and flowers that would beautifully complement your dream wedding dress.
Chan zones out, blurry eyes focused on a single red rose that rests on the wooden table. He was understandably taken aback when you chose him as your man of honor. Miyeon had always been your closest female friend, so it was only natural that he assumed you would choose her as the maid of honor. Despite disapproval from both you and Changbinâs families, you remained unwavering in your decision. Chan knew you better than anyone in the world, you argued, therefore he was the best possible choice. The sentiment was sweet, but it didnât lessen the ache in his heart.
As if watching you marry another man wasnât punishing enough, he now had to help you plan the ceremony.
Your laughter brings him back to the present moment, and he quickly rises from his chair, realizing youâre already heading towards the door. Chan clears his throat, shooting the florist a small smile before walking out with you.
As soon as you step onto the streets, you ask, âYou were spacing out the entire time, werenât you?â
Chan feigns offense, clutching at his chest. âWhat? Of course not!â He shakes his head, and you let out a chuckle. âI was totally paying attention. Blue dress, pink flowers. I got it all memorized, donât worry.â
âSo you noticed how she was shamelessly ogling you the entire time, right?â
Absentmindedly, Chan cocks his head to the side, furrowing his brows in confusion. You narrow your eyes at him, and his expression immediately shifts into a grin.
âAh, that. Yeah, I noticed,â he shrugs. âIt was your choice to have me as your man of honor.â
You bump your shoulders together, chuckling. âI guess I shouldâve known. Since youâre not my fiancĂ©, youâll have to endure a lot of women flirting with you.â
As your words hit him, Chan clenches his jaw, suppressing the foolish pain that wells up in his chest. He is not your fiancĂ©; he is well aware of that, but he canât help the sharp twinge of hurt that washes over him whenever you remind him of that fact.
He silently drives you to the gym that he and Changbin opened two years ago. It was a last-ditch effort to create something that was their own rather than succumbing to a soulless office job. Starting out in a small rundown house on a sketchy street, with barely any money for proper equipment, they could never have predicted how perfectly everything would work out.
As Chan parks in front of the building, you beam while taking the notes from the florist out of your bag, eager to share them with Changbin. You two scour the gym from top to bottom, but heâs nowhere to be found. Upon asking their receptionist, theyâre informed that Changbin had left a couple of hours earlier, not giving further explanations. Chan hates the familiar sight of your smile dropping, your excitement ebbing away as you carefully tuck away your notes into your bag.
Changbin has become unusually distant lately â not only toward you but everything in general. He rarely sets foot in the gym nowadays, only popping in to ensure everything is in order before hurriedly rushing off to who knows where. Chan hopes itâs only the pre-wedding nerves getting to him, and not something that will leave you shattered and heartbroken on what is supposed to be the happiest day of your life.
But thatâs all he can do â cling to that hope.
Because, deep down, Chanâs mind is filled with worries that run deeper than he will ever let on. Changbin has always been an absurdly impulsive person. The fear that his friend might be regretting his decision to propose is always lingering in the back of his mind, like a persistent echo, tormenting him and gradually eroding his heart.
He doesnât know if he can bear to see you hurt.
He certainly doesnât want to think about what he would do if Changbin ever dared to break your heart.
Chan hates the way you easily brush off your disappointment even more, turning to flash a bright smile at him as soon as the notes are out of your sight.
âIâll just see him at home later tonight anyway,â you simply say. âThereâs no rush.â
Over the past months, Chan has seen you dismiss your own feelings regarding your fiancĂ© countless times, so much so that he canât even count them on one hand. From Changbinâs constant broken promises to his complete indifference toward anything related to his own wedding, the way it upsets you is evident. Still, your dismissal of it all makes him hesitant to even mention it.
Helplessly, he canât do anything but watch, just as he has been doing for the past six years.
A week later, the sound of the doorbell jolts Chan awake at 2 a.m.
Right after getting home from the gym, he collapsed onto the couch and dozed off before he realized. All the work he had to tackle alone left him drained. It was yet another day when Changbin vanished in the late afternoon without so much as an excuse.
Chan rushes toward the door, expecting an emergency, only to find you standing alone in the dimly lit hallway. His initial reaction was confusion; you had a spare key, after all. But as the light from his apartment hits your face, red-rimmed, teary eyes meet his own, and Chan instinctively wraps his arms around you.Â
You two remain in a silent embrace for a while, with Chan selfishly reveling in the feeling of your body pressed against his. Despite your vulnerable state, he canât help but run a hand down your back, savoring your warmth and intoxicating scent that surrounds him.
You used to hold each other frequently when you were young, thinking nothing of it and simply seeking comfort in each otherâs arms. But as you entered your late teens, the tension between you became almost palpable. You no longer sought his arms solely for comfort, and that was obvious to Chan. It was obvious because he was the same. Innocent hugs evolved into wandering hands and limbs tangling in ways that were anything but platonic.
At that time, he almost thought he had stood a chance.
Until graduation day, when you two hid away inside an empty classroom, with you sat on a desk and Chan slotted between your thighs, holding you against his chest as you cried. You were always terrified of change, and school ending was an unavoidable one that had been looming over your head for a while until it snapped.
That day, you almost kissed him, your lips mere inches from his as he gripped your waist nervously, his eyes foolishly fluttering closed in anticipation.
But you pulled away, pushing him back with a whispered apology.
After that day, that habit Chan loved so much slowly faded away.
Chan hates how he has every curve of your body memorized, but rarely has the privilege of feeling you this close to him anymore.
You pull away abruptly, much like you did when you were eighteen, clearing your throat and entering his apartment without uttering a word.
Closing the door behind him, he joins you on the couch, where you sit nervously, bouncing your leg.
âWhat happened?â He asks, although deep down, he already knows the answer. Your only answer is a half-hearted shrug, so Chan hesitantly continues, âIs this about the wedding?â
He doesnât miss the way your eyes well up, but you swiftly blink away any tears that threaten to spill over. Once again, Chan takes your dismissal of your own emotions as a sign for him to keep quiet.
Except this time, you donât.
âChangbin asked to postpone the wedding,â you simply tell him.
A surge of anger washes over Chan like a tidal wave, pushing him to walk out of his apartment right now just to punch his friend in the jaw. Youâre sad â Changbin made you sad. No matter how hard Chan tries or how much he sacrifices, moments like these always serve as a sour reminder that your happiness isnât solely dependent on him.
He despises these moments.
âI feel like heâs so different. Even before proposing,â you murmur, lowering your head and focusing on your nails, nervously picking at your chipped nail polish. âWe hardly ever go on dates and he never makes jokes or does silly shit to make me laugh anymore. I know itâs stupid and even a bit selfish, but I miss those things.â
You let out a heavy sigh and slowly looked up to meet Chanâs gaze. He silently wishes he could absorb all the hurt you feel.
âThatâs the man that made me want to stay for six years, and heâs just⊠gone.â
Chan nervously gnaws on his bottom lip, as if that will consume the words in his throat before they slip out. But these words have been lingering on the tip of his tongue for over five months. Ever since you gathered your little friend group in your living room on a rainy Sunday evening, beaming as you and Changbin announced your engagement.
Tonight, these unspoken words finally escape his lips.
âWhy did you accept the proposal, then?â He asks softly.
You let out a bitter scoff and sink lower into his couch.
âGuess I thought that man would magically come back the moment I said yes. But he didnât,â you shake your head. âSo I ignored it, assured myself he would come back once I said âI doâ. Now, Iâm not even sureâŠâ You trail off, pursing your lips as the sentence dissipates into the air.
He remembers the early years of your relationship with Changbin. You would call Chan just to swoon over his charming personality and jokingly scold him for keeping your boyfriend at the gym until late at night. He recalls how you used to melt at his sweet gestures, like bringing you a cup of coffee after your shift or carrying you up to your apartment when you dozed off in the car. A few months ago, he noticed your avoidance whenever Changbin was brought up, and your usual long-winded stories about him were now replaced with short answers.
But he remained quiet, like heâd always done.
A few minutes pass before you speak again, and your words strike him like an unexpected left hook, knocking the air out of his lungs.
âI thought about ending things a lot,â you confess, âWhen I noticed this change wasnât wavering, I was ready to leave.â
âBut you didnât,â Chan counters.
Your lips curl into a smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes as you slowly nod. âBut I didnât,â you simply say. âI was afraid of what that would do to our friend group. Itâs stupid, right?â You rhetorically ask.
When your gazes meet, your eyes are devoid of any emotion, a stark contrast to the usual spark heâs always loved. Itâs as if youâve abandoned any hope you had left inside of you, and his heart sinks.
âI didnât want things to change because of me.â
Chan sighs. âYou shouldnât sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of others,â he tells you, and the irony isnât lost on him. He inwardly grimaces, because isnât that exactly what he has been doing for most of his life?
But itâs different, he rationalizes. Itâs different because itâs you.
âYou know me, Chan,â you huff out, wrapping your arms around yourself as frustration slowly consumes you. âI hate making people sad, hate knowing things are worse because of me.â
Thatâs just another of the many things Chan hates â how fucking similar you and he are.
âThatâs why everybody says you shouldnât date your friends, huh?â You let out a bitter scoff. âIt never works out. Just fucks everything up.â
Chan bites down on his bottom lip so hard he swears he tastes blood on his tongue.
âThatâs not always the case,â heâs quick to add. âRemember when Jun and Miyeon dated? They broke up and things were awkward for a while butââ
âThey were together for a few months, Chan, not six years,â you interrupt him with a scowl. âIf Changbin and I had broken up, our little group wouldâve been just as affected as us. People would pick sides, try to place the blame on someone, and things would inevitably change.â
âThings are bound to change at some point,â he reasons. âWeâre not in college anymore.â
Chan is certain thereâs something more stopping you from ending your relationship, but heâs afraid youâre also unsure of that reason.
âI love Changbin,â you suddenly say, turning your body to face Chan. âThis is stupid, Iâm sorry I came here in the first place. Heâs just stressed, heâs gonna come back one dayââ
âStop talking like that,â Chan cuts you off, voice louder than he intended. You slowly tilt your head to the side, eyeing him with confusion. âStop talking like Changbin isnât here, like heâs distant because he has no choice. He hasnât gone anywhere. Heâs still here, and heâs still distant.â
You divert your eyes, focusing on a spot behind Chan, making him wonder if he crossed a line. When the seconds tick by and you remain silent, he braces himself to watch you leave.
Instead, you whisper, âI know.â
âI would never treat you like this,â he absentmindedly says, his own eyes wandering aimlessly around his living room, looking anywhere but at you. If he tries hard enough, he can almost pretend that he isnât saying these words to you, that he isnât essentially confessing his repressed feelings to his best friend, who is already engaged. âWould never propose to you and have you plan the fucking wedding only to ask you to postpone it,â he lets out a scoff, his face contorting with disdain. âFuck off. Postpone it? Changbinâs a coward.â
âI feel so alone,â you admit, seemingly ignoring his unprompted soliloquy. âYou know I hate feeling alone. If I were to end things with Changbin now, after all these years, I know this loneliness would kill me.â
And youâre right; Chan knows better than anyone how much you hate feeling alone. Whenever your parents had to leave for business trips or vacations, you would seek refuge at his house to avoid being alone. When your roommate kicked you out of your dorm during university, you begged him to sleep with you in the study area so you wouldnât be alone in the dark.
The thought of you spending your days alone in your apartment and sleeping by yourself at night makes Chan feel as if his heart is being trampled on.
âYouâre not alone. Iâm here,â he assures you, his eyes finally lifting to meet your gaze. âIâve been here since we were kids, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
A giggle suddenly escapes from your lips, and your hand rests on his arm. Your gaze shifts to where your fingers delicately trace patterns on the sleeve of his shirt.
âRemember when we were thirteen? We promised to get married if we were still alone when we were adults.â
Chan nods slowly, and an uneasy feeling washes over him. Itâs been years since youâve been this physically close to him, toying with the fabric of his shirt and saying words that foolishly make him think you might be flirting with him. Why must you bring this up now? Now, when youâre certainly not alone, but very much engaged to one of your mutual friends.
âI feel like every childhood friend makes that silly promise,â he tries to deflect, a forced chuckle leaving his lips. Nevertheless, the small smile on your lips lingers as you dismissively shrug at his words.
âIt wasnât silly to me,â you argue. âI meant it. Especially when I realized you were the only one who always stayed, even when everyone else seemed to leave me.â
He only now realizes how youâve inched even closer to him, your foot softly brushing along his leg and your fingertips now delicately gliding along his arms, causing goosebumps to ripple across his skin. The small voice of reason inside his already clouded mind desperately urges him to back away, but his body refuses to move.
And then you gently intertwine your fingers with his and finally meet his eyes. Chan instinctively closes the small distance between you, his shoulder brushing against yours as you shift on the couch to throw your legs over his lap like you used to do when you were kids â except now, the gesture is anything but innocent, the air almost suffocating Chan with a looming sense of anticipation.
âYâknow, my mom was so happy when I told her I was dating Changbin,â you huff out a laugh at the memory, and Chanâs lips twitch into a small scowl. Although you speak as though this is news to him, heâs fully aware of what youâre referring to. He was sitting in your bedroom with you the day you told your mom. He knows what youâre alluding to, and he knows itâs wrong, but he finds himself simply nodding along to your words. âShe was laughing about how scared she was that I would pick you. She was so sure we would end up together, and she hated it.â
It was never a secret how much your parents disliked Chan, although he never understood their reasons. Your mom always treated him with just enough feigned kindness that it wasnât a glaring disdain, but you were quick to tell him all the things they would whisper behind his back.
Chan gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips then gliding along your face, tracing a path from the curve of your ear to your cheek. His eyes carefully follow his movements, and you suck in a breath, leaning into the touch.
âI also kind of hoped for that,â he mutters, barely audible.
âIâm so lonely, Chan,â you whisper back, and he feels every corner of his heart shatter into a million little pieces. The way your eyes glisten with unshed tears in the dim lighting of his living room finally has his resolve crumbling.
âYouâre not alone,â he reiterates. âIâm here.â
Before he can stop himself, Chan closes the small distance between you and crashes his lips to yours. Just as guilt begins to course through his veins, you tug at his shirt, pulling him even closer until you ultimately climb onto his lap. Chanâs lips delicately brush against yours at first, but the kiss soon grows feverish. His hunger for you has been building inside of him for an eternity, and now that heâs finally tasted you, the all-consuming desire to have you overrides any remaining rationality in his mind.
His tongue glides along the seam of your lips before slipping into your mouth, and he all but growls at the feeling. Your fingers tighten their grip on his shirt, digging into the fabric while you let out the sweetest sound Chan has ever heard.
You slowly grind in his lap, and his hands grip your hips tightly, his cock twitching even at the soft movement. A surge of clarity washes over him, and he wonders how something this wrong can feel so good. Wonders why Changbin was lucky enough to have you like this whenever he wanted, while he was left to pine and yearn for years.
âWhat are we doing?â He asks between kisses, and you let out a shuddering sigh, shaking your head.
You whisper, âI donât know. Just want you.â
A small part of Chan wants to push you away, knowing youâre simply seeking solace in him, desperately searching in him for what you no longer have with Changbin. But a bigger part of him has been yearning to have you for far too long to refuse your request.
He drowns out every faint whisper of reason in his head and slots his lips over yours once more, your soft moans traveling straight to his cock. Slipping your hands underneath his shirt, your palms raise toward his chest, nails lightly grazing his skin before trailing down the tense muscles of his abdomen. Chan whines when your fingertips brush against his clothed cock, already achingly hard in the confines of his pants. It was almost pitiful how effortlessly you made him desperate, his thoughts consumed with only you.
You break the kiss to pull down the straps of your dress, unhurriedly, eyeing him with a grin while he watches the thin fabric pool around your thighs.
âYâknow I always wondered what itâd be like,â you breathe out, and Chanâs lips fall open as you gently palm him through his sweatpants. âAlways thought about what itâd feel like to have you fuck me.â
âFuck,â he rasps out, cock swelling further in your hands when you squeeze his length. âDonât say shit like that.â
You simply giggle, and Chan lets out a low groan, grinding his hips into your hand, desperately seeking more friction. He doesnât want to think about the weight of that statement â not when your fingertips brush against his lower stomach, teasingly toying with the waistband of his sweatpants before finally pushing it down, gripping his cock in your hand. Chan hisses, his hold on your hips tightening while you glide your hand along his length, finding a slow, tantalizing rhythm as you begin to stroke him.
He feels as if his hands are tied by silent guilt, as if touching you any more will somehow make everything too real. But you press your lips to his like itâs second nature, swirling your tongue in his mouth just as your thumb swipes across his slit, gathering a drop of precum before smearing it down his shaft. Itâs too much, and Chan groans into the kiss, finally allowing himself to touch you.
Carefully, his hands travel from your hips up to your stomach, caressing the soft skin. The way you feel underneath his fingertips has him drunk with lust, like a flood of long-awaited desire and longing finally being released.
âTouch me,â you whisper, words almost muffled by his lips. âPlease.â
And Chanâs never been able to deny you.
His fingers skim over your breasts, trembling hands squeezing through the delicate lace of your bra. Your body eagerly responds to his touch, your nipples pebbling beneath his hands and a soft sigh falling from your lips. It feels like heaven to know that heâs the one coaxing these sounds out of you, and itâs enough to snuff out any trace of guilt Chan had remaining inside of him. As he pinches your nipples, rolling them gently between his fingertips, a surge of pleasure shoots through your body, making you jerk on his lap, your grip on his cock tightening.
Chan grins. âI thought about it too,â he admits, words softly whispered as he leans closer and presses his forehead against yours. âThought about fucking you so much it almost drove me insane.â
These confessions are only half-surprising if Chan were completely honest with himself. He knew exactly where his mind wandered whenever you two got tangled up in his bed when you were teens, and he convinced himself you were the same. At that time, it was merely an attempt to alleviate the guilt he felt for having those thoughts about you.
But this confirmation was all he needed to truly surrender to his selfish hunger.
His hand slowly moves down your stomach, edging closer and closer to your panties. Your eyes remain locked on his, your heavy breathing brushing against his lips when his fingers tentatively slip beneath the soft fabric.
âCan I?â He whispers, and you nod, stroking him almost feverishly as your eyes become completely lust-clouded.
Chanâs fingers slide between your slick folds, a guttural moan reverberating through his chest, his cock twitching under your fingers.
âHoly shit, youâre soaking wet,â he groaned, his thumb softly pressing down on your clit, causing you to grind your hips into his hand.
âChan,â you breathe out.
Your once deliberate strokes fizzled out into languid touches, but Chan couldnât bring himself to care. Not when you were this fucking wet, all because of him.
âTell me what you want,â he hums, pressing a small kiss to your open lips. He grins when your only response is a whine, rolling your hips forward once more. âTell me.â
âWant you, Chan,â you choke out, âWant anything you wanna give me.â
Chan bites back a growl, slowly sliding a finger inside of you, your walls greedily clenching around it while your hips begin rocking in his lap, his thumb circling your clit. He can feel your arousal coating his finger, curling the digit before pulling away only to push back in again, two fingers now gently pumping in and out of you.
Pressing his lips to your throat, Chan grapples with the overwhelming need to mark you, bite and suck on your sensitive skin until it bloomed in hues of red and purple when you moaned so sweetly for him. The thought of Changbin coming home only to find you claimed by him had Chan groaning against the pulse of your neck, his cock throbbing in your hand just as your palm languidly circles the swollen head.
âWanna make love to you,â he murmurs against your skin, leaving soft kisses up your throat until his lips are pressing against yours. Love â as if this was anything like love. âI need to,â he all but begs, and you hastily nod, tugging his shirt over his head and crashing your lips together.
Chan pushes your body down onto the couch, his heavy-lidded eyes dark like the shadows that covered his living room as he stares down at you. Heâs wanted this for so long, dreaming and fantasizing about it to the point of pitifulness. Yet now, he hesitates. Itâs almost as if everything else you have done tonight could be forgotten â maybe even forgiven â but the moment the images from his daydreams stumbled out into the real world, everything would truly be ruined.
âChan,â your voice brings him back to the moment, his gaze softening at the way you looked up at him. âDonât overthink this.â
He bends his face to yours, huffing out a breath. âItâs kinda hard not to.â
âWorry about tomorrow when tomorrow comes,â you whisper, and Chan smiles. He slides a hand through your hair, brushing a stray piece from your eyes.
His focus is quickly brought back to the scorching heat of his cock resting against your lower stomach, precum dripping from the tip and gathering on your skin. Gently brushing against your lower lip with the pad of his thumb, he fits himself between your open thighs, and you press a chaste kiss to his fingertip.
Chan effortlessly lifts you, blunt nails sinking into the soft skin of your ass as he watches you slide your panties down your thighs before he aligns your hips with his. He glides his cock along your folds, teasing your clit with each movement. The heat from your arousal coating him seems to sear into his skin, and he immerses himself in his desire even deeper. He carefully studies your features when you squeeze his shoulders, eyes tracing a slow path down your face, and Chan is certain he wouldnât mind waging a war against every inconvenient obstacle that kept him from seeing that glint of bliss on your eyes every day.
His tip grazes your entrance as he pulls back, lips tracing along your skin before slowly pushing into you. As much as Chan wants to take his time, savor the experience and explore every inch of your body until it becomes seared into his memory, he knows he wonât be able to do that tonight. Years of yearning and longing finally came pouring out, consuming him with the want to selfishly chase this long-desired feeling.
When his hips meet yours, he takes your hand in his, guiding it to press on your lower abdomen. Your lips fall open slightly, the feeling of his cock pressing against your belly causing your eyes to flutter shut, and Chanâs arousal becomes almost unbearable. It was almost like a false testament, fooling him into believing you were finally one, even though it was nothing but a pretty lie.
âWeâre a perfect fit. Shit,â Chan hisses, your inner muscles clenching around him at his words.
His thumb pressed firmly against your throbbing clit as he began rolling his hips, falling into a gentle and steady tempo. Your legs wrap around his body, hips rolling up and silently urging him to move faster, matching the rhythm of his unspoken longing.Â
âChan, please,â your voice chokes out. You intertwine your fingers together, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, eyes looking at him almost pleadingly. âNeed you to fuck me.â
He snaps at your soft plea, pulling back and thrusting into you harshly, barely retreating from your wetness before plunging back in. Your nails dig into his skin, scoring lines down his chest while your other hand squeezes his. Chan winces at the sting but revels in the fact that youâre marking him â something he could only ever dream of doing to you.
He reluctantly lets go of your hand to firmly grasp your ass, forcefully lifting your hips to draw you even closer to him, fingernails etching crescent moons into your soft skin in an almost petulant attempt at claiming you as his. At least for tonight. Chanâs thumb rubs circles around your clit, bringing you closer to the edge of your orgasm. His grip on your skin tightens, pulling your body toward him almost desperately. His thrusts soon grow sloppy, his once deliberate rhythm long forgotten as his control quickly ebbs away.
âGot no idea what you do to me,â Chan grunts, pressing his forehead to yours. âIf you were mineâ fuck,â He hisses when you clench around him at his words â at the idea of being his. âIâd be so good to you. Fuck you like this every night.â
You attempt to call out his name, but the sound dies at your throat with a whine. Looking for purchase among his forceful thrusts, your hands travel up his chest and clutch at his shoulders with a tight grip.
âThen fuck me like Iâm yours,â you choke out, hooking your ankles behind him to keep him as close to you as possible. Chanâs only response is a low, guttural growl, which is soon swallowed by your sighs as he crashes his lips into yours.
You arch your back, breaking the kiss with a cry, muscles tightening while Chan continues to plunge into you at a merciless rhythm. Your cunt throbs around his length, the relentless pressure of his finger on your clit sending shivers of euphoria through your entire body, drawing out your climax. Chan feels lightheaded, the beautiful sight of your orgasm enough to drive him to the edge.
As his cock twitches inside of you, he reluctantly leans back, rising to his knees and wrapping his fingers around his length, stroking himself over your body while you watch him with half-lidded eyes. A low sound rumbles within Chanâs chest as his hips jerk against his fist. His release spills from his cock and paints your stomach with milky streaks of his cum, finally marking you as his.
At least for tonight.
Even though itâs nothing but a pretty lie.
As you wake up, the unfamiliar sensation of sunlight streaming through the window hits your tired eyes. Panic washes over you for a beat as you take in the feeling of an unfamiliar bed, but a familiar scent soon envelops you, instantly soothing you. Not waking up alone also feels unfamiliar, but itâs a welcomed unfamiliarity. You turn your body towards the person next to you, and youâre greeted by Chan, peacefully asleep with a small smile on his lips. A grin slowly spreads across your face too.
It had been so long since you were this close to him, even longer since you woke up beside him. Sleepovers were common during your childhood, but they naturally stopped as you grew older. You were nineteen the last time you lied next to Chan like this, drunk on cheap beer and cramped next to him on a worn-out couch of some fraternity house. You remember how his chest slowly rising and falling somehow felt like home, and how his soft snores lulled you into sleep.
Your love for Chan has always been greater than youâve let on.
Your vicious need to please those around you hindered your ability to express how much you loved him. Your parents hated him since you were fifteen. Catching Chan smoking with a group of boys from your school behind the mall cemented their opinion of him. Despite his âbad influenceâ, they reluctantly allowed your friendship to continue, with the condition that you wouldnât be swayed by his bad ways.
If only they knew what you did last night.
If only they knew how you were the one to incite him, letting your own bad ways tarnish him.
As your eyes flutter closed, memories of the night before flood your mind; Chanâs hands on your body, his hungry kisses, and the way he fucked you until you felt intoxicated. But the feeling of bliss swirling in your chest quickly dissipates, replaced by the weight of guilt, crushing your ribs and knocking the air from your lungs. Your eyes snap open, and you sit up on the bed with a shuddering sigh. Even the feeling of Chanâs clothes clinging to your body makes you feel dirty.
Beside you, Chan groans, your sudden movements having disturbed his sleep.
âWhat time is it?â He rasps out. The sound of his voice alone nearly makes you flinch. As his fingertips graze your arm, you instinctively withdraw as if his touch scorched your skin. Chan sits up as well. âWhatâs wrong?â
You almost scoff at his words.
âNothing,â you lie, throwing the covers off your body. You frantically search his bedroom until your eyes land on your dress draped over a chair.
You take off Chanâs shirt in haste, spitefully throwing the fabric on the floor as though it embodied your every sin. As if removing it from your body would somehow absolve you from what you chose to do last night. Just as you reach to undo the drawstrings of his sweatpants, his touch lingers on your skin again. You canât help but flinch once more.
âHey, calm down. Please, talk to me,â Chanâs soft voice only intensifies the anguish in your chest.
âDonât touch me,â you mumble, tears gathering in your eyes as remorse gathers in your throat until it feels as if youâre suffocating. Chan removes his hands from your arm but remains beside you. âWhat the fuck did we do? We betrayed his trust, we betrayedâŠâ you trail off, because you canât even bring yourself to say Changbinâs name out loud. Finally, you turn to face Chan, shaking your head in disbelief. âHeâs our friend. Heâs my fucking fiancĂ©.â
Chan stays silent. Tears stream out of your eyes, cascading down your cheeks and onto the floor. Your shoulders tremble, and each breath you take cannot fill your lungs enough to ease the weight on your chest. Chan stands in front of you, his tear-filled eyes mirroring his own heartbreak, evident in every corner of his face. He reaches out to you several times, but his hands only clench into fists and drop by his sides every time.
He helplessly watches as your tears fall over something that was a choice. A momentary bliss, a whim that has proven to be unnecessary, even though your feelings for Chan have always gone beyond platonic. How you wish you could go back in time and prioritize your own happiness instead of constantly sacrificing it for the sake of others. But you canât, and the once beautiful love you had for Chan now only feels tainted.
He watches you silently, unmoving until you finally swallow enough tears to choke out, âPlease hold me.â
And Chan does, cold hands wrapping around your trembling body as fresh tears pour out of your eyes, cascade down your cheeks and onto his shirt.
 You cry the entire afternoon, guilt becoming a ghost that haunts you as you pad around Chanâs apartment. Yet you canât bring yourself to leave his side. Soon, his clothes stopped feeling like a vice tightening around your neck and transformed into a soothing embrace.
The only words you exchange are over cold leftover pizza. Chan says itâs best to just pretend the previous night never even happened. Youâre quick to tell him you donât want that.
âIt was a mistake,â he quietly told you.
âIt was a choice,â you corrected him. âAnd Iâm happy I did it.â
And thatâs the worst part of it all; you donât regret having sex with Chan. You regret the cheating, the pain this would cause Changbin if he knew, and you especially dread the scrutiny you would face if people were to find out. But not even for a second do you feel any regret about Chan.
Before you know it, itâs already dark out. You find yourself staring out the window, pulling at the hem of Chanâs shirt that still hugs your frame.
You donât want to go back home.
Four messages from Changbin apologizing for not coming home last night greet you every time you unlock your phone.
Changbin: hey baby, sorry
Changbin: there was a huge fight at the bar, seungmin was bloody on the floor before i knew it
Changbin: had to stay and take care of him after i took him home
Changbin: iâm so sorry. iâll make it up to you. love you
You ignore them every time. You donât feel bad about it.
âI donât wanna go back home,â you mumble to yourself. Behind you, Chan hums softly.
It feels like an eternity before he finally breaks the silence.
âThen donât go.â
So you donât.
Time slips away from your hands, and suddenly a week has gone by. You stay at Chanâs apartment, working from his computer, eating his food, and wearing his clothes. He makes love to you and you sleep in his bed every night.
You avoid every mirror and close every curtain as if that will shield you from your sins.
For so much time, it felt as if you were crawling through endless days, constantly brushing aside the things that upset you, things you fruitlessly wished you could change. All while forcing a smile that long stopped being sincere. This week, your smile was tightly bound to a warmth in your heart that had been absent for far too long.
Cooped up inside Chanâs apartment like a fugitive from your own mistakes, you were finally happy.
You have always lived a life driven by the desire to please others. From the university you attended to the man you chose to be with; everything was carefully thought out to ensure the happiness of those around you. Was it a wonder you were so soulless?
Is it a wonder you found bliss in doing something so selfish for the first time in your life? Every time Chan touched you, it was like a small light was ignited inside you.
Changbinâs messages sat unread in your phone; the only ones he sent you the entire week.Â
 You chose to return home the day your mother called you to ask about the wedding. Chan drove you in silence while you clutched his hand.
As soon as you step into your apartment, itâs as if all the light Chan brought back into your life the past week is snuffed out. You glance around the dark living room, your eyes then traveling toward your bedroom, only being met by more darkness. Seems your fiancĂ© still hasnât come back.
Changbin going to that bar was the catalyst for your spiral of mistakes. Heâs often gone to bars, and you never thought much of it, until he started prioritizing his time with his friends over time with you. That night, you had asked him to stay in for a change, suggesting you could watch a movie and order too much food like you used to do when you first moved in together. He said he would love that, but that night was really important. Apparently, Jisung needed help chatting up the bartender, and that was crucial in his road to getting over his ex. Apparently, that was more important than spending time with you.
You were arguing before you knew it. Although you did most of the talking, so it felt more like a helpless monologue than a proper fight. Changbin hated fights, and had mastered the art of dismissing things and never addressing them again. He was out the door right after nonchalantly asking you to postpone the wedding.
âIâm not in the right headspace to deal with shit like that now,â heâd said, and you scoffed at how he referred to your wedding.
âFlower arrangements, color schemes, guest lists⊠Iâd rather do anything else but that right now. My friends need me,â Changbin continued after you remained silent, because you knew you would only end up arguing with him again if you were to speak. He spoke as if you didnât need him.
âJisung is finally taking the steps to get over that shitty ex of his and you know Chan canât run the gym without me,â were the last words he muttered before pressing a kiss to your forehead and leaving you alone for yet another night.
The mention of his name was all it took for you to run out the door and into Chanâs apartment.
After dragging yourself toward your bathroom for a quick shower, you berate yourself for feeling disappointed in the feeling of your own pajamas against your skin. After a week of being enveloped in Chanâs scent, the smell of your clothes seems almost foreign.
Even as you lie in bed, it somehow feels even colder now than it did during all the countless nights when you were alone. Just as you had grown used to the empty space beside you, it now feels wrong not to feel the warmth of Chanâs body pressed up against yours.
You shudder at that thought.
It wasnât just anyone you missed in your bed. It was Chan.
In a way, it had always been him.
As you drift off to sleep, the sudden shifting of the mattress jolts you awake. Changbin is home. You inwardly curse yourself, as you wonât be able to feign sleep after being startled by his presence. He chuckles softly, slipping under the covers and pulling you close, a strong arm tightly wrapping around your waist. The dim light of your bedroom hides your grimace as he pulls your body flush against his, but you canât help but flinch.
It feels wrong.
Just as much as Chanâs body had felt perfectly aligned with yours, Changbinâs mere presence feels out of place.
âDidnât mean to scare you, babe,â Changbin apologizes, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder. You mindlessly nod. âThough Iâm glad youâre awake. I missed you.â
His soft kisses soon travel up the column of your throat, and you bite the inside of your cheek. Changbin effortlessly moves your body so youâre lying on your back, a soft smile playing on his lips as he leans in to kiss you.
And it feels wrong.
His tongue swipes against your lower lip, soon pushing against yours, and his taste has you clutching your fists. He slots himself between your thighs like heâs done countless times, and the weight of his body on top of you has your face twisting into a scowl. He slips a hand underneath your shirt, and the feeling of his calloused fingers across your skin has you instinctively pushing him away.
Changbin looks stunned for a beat, but his lips soon curl into a playful grin.
âNot in the mood?â He simply asks, and it makes you want to cry.
Because Changbin has always been the perfect man. He was gentle, never demanding, and always so caring to you. Even after his sudden change, his only flaw was how distant heâs become.
He is completely unaware of how you callously hurt him in the worst way possible, and the weight of that realization erases any urge you had to cry. You donât deserve that relief.
After pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, Changbin sits up on the bed. You remain motionless, focusing on how the moonlight casts shadows on the ceiling instead of how your heart twists painfully inside your chest. You only break out of this trance once he hums beside you.
âYour mom called,â he tells you, his fingers swiping across his phone screen when you face him. âForgot to tell you. I had to tell her we chose to postpone the wedding,â he chuckles casually, and you tightly clutch the covers.
Fuck.
âI didnât wanna tell her yet, butâŠâ you trail off with a shaky sigh. âI guess itâs okay.â
Changbin shrugs dismissively. âYeah, she told me you avoided the topic when she called you. She was upset, though I donât get it,â he scoffs. âWeâre still getting married, just not now.â
Those words are enough to have your heart shatter completely.
Sadly, the happiness your selfishness brought you that week is nothing compared to the sorrow that envelops you for disappointing your mother.
Chan gave you the space he knew you needed.
Even though you gave him the happiest six days of his entire bleak existence only to leave him alone and wondering, he gave you space.
The way he forgot about everything else during those days with you was almost like a fantasy. Inside the little atmosphere you created, it was just the two of you and the love he had kept hidden for so long. He needed nothing more.
And then you left, and he gave you space.
Until the days turned into weeks, and he watched as two months slipped through his fingers like sand. Even though Changbin hadnât visited the gym in over three months, Chanâs heart still clung to the hope that he would show up, longing for the chance to ask about you. He also hoped youâd reach out, even if it meant youâd ignore everything that happened in your little world and simply talk about the weather.
Every day, his hopes are shattered into a million little pieces.
Heâd take anything over your silence. He would take you as a friend over as a familiar stranger in a heartbeat, would take his heart being broken over not having you at all. He endured that for over a decade, and he would happily ruin himself for you every single day.
And so Chan finds himself knocking at your door, his shirt clinging to his chest after a relentless afternoon of punching the sandbag in his office, futilely hoping to escape thoughts of you. He eventually walked out of the gym, heart pounding in his chest as he sprinted to your apartment as if he was scared you would disappear. Because he was.
As you slowly open the door, he finally stands before you. Your eyes widen as you take in his appearance â his ruddy cheeks, labored breath, and shaky hands that fumble to fix his disheveled hair. But Chan swears youâre the sole culprit for his heart hammering against his ribcage.
âWhat are youââ
âI want you to pretend it never happened,â he exasperates, âPretend we never said anything, never did anything, just pretend. We can pretend together, I donât care. Just donât cut me out of your life like this.â
âChan,â you murmur, pursing your lips before continuing. âI donât⊠I donât understand.â
âYou said you didnât wanna pretend that nothing happened between us. You said that,â he argues, trying but ultimately failing his attempt at keeping his voice down.
Chan feels as if his mind is unraveling. Every emotion he kept nestled inside his chest for years had finally spilled out the moment your lips touched his, and trying to bury this love again felt like a cruel punishment.
âBack in my apartment, I told you we should just pretend nothing happened, but youâŠâ his voice dissipates into a sigh, the words dying at his throat, replaced by a lump that swelled in his throat.
He feels pathetic, adverting his gaze simply to blink away the tears that have gathered in his lashes. But when he turns to look at you again, your eyes are already pouring.
âIâm sorry,â you bawl, fingers gripping the doorframe until your knuckles turn white. âChan, Iâm so fucking sorry, but I canât do this.â
Chan gnaws on his bottom lip, his eyes fixed on you as you turn and walk away, leaving him alone by your door. As he watches your figure disappear into the hallway, he realizes he cannot bear the agony of only helplessly watching you any longer.
âYou said you were happy,â he yells out, following after you like a phantom you carelessly disregard. The sound of his voice echoes behind you, ignored as you enter the kitchen and resume drying plates and cutlery. Chan continues, âYou started it. You chose to cross that line, chose to stay, chose to keep letting me make love to you every damn nightââ
You drop a plate on the counter with a scowl, the delicate porcelain chipping at the edge. âLove?â You scoff bitterly at Chan, shaking your head. âThat wasnât love. That was a mistake.â
âThatâs not what you said,â Chan retorts, and your eyes soften. He breathes out a heavy sigh. At this point, he knows heâs gone beyond desperation. He still continues, âTell me you werenât happy.â
âChanâŠâ
âTell me,â he insists. âTell me and Iâll gladly pretend with you.â
âI was scared!â You blurt out, âThat week with you was the happiest I had been in so long, and it terrified me. But maybe thatâs love, huh? Being selfish, putting myself before everyone else and acting like a fucking teenager. Thatâs surely love,â you scoff, words dripping with sarcasm.
A heavy silence falls between you. Chan is back in that familiar place, watching you engage in a silent battle within yourself, distant eyes almost boring holes into the chipped plate in your hands. Deep inside, he knows youâre right. It is selfish to want you to abandon everything you built for a dormant love you both buried so long ago.
But maybe being selfish is exactly what you both need. Maybe love isnât selflessness, maybe itâs the complete opposite.
âMaybe thatâs the love we deserve,â Chan breaks the deafening silence, carefully stepping closer to you. âAfter all these years of stupidly sacrificing our own happiness, maybe selfish love is the kind of love we need.â
But you remain silent. Your eyes wander around, almost as if youâre taking in the life that reflects the choices youâve made. The walls of your hallway, adorned with polaroid pictures telling your story with Changbin, from just friends to the night of your engagement. Your fridge, where colorful magnets hold up little notes from Changbin, filled with sweet nothings and inside jokes. Chan notices the date on the most recent one, realizing it was over seven months ago.
As the minutes tick by, Chan braces himself for your words. Heâs ready to be called insane, for you to yell and rightfully reject any notion of continuing your friendship. He knows thereâs no going back to the way things were. That possibility died the moment you stepped into his apartment that fateful night.
Instead, you gaze up at him and whisper four words that leave him completely stunned.
âRun away with me.â
And Chanâs never been able to deny you.
Before you two can even make sense of anything, youâre already in your bedroom. Chan packs your bags while you kneel beside your bed, hastily jotting down words on a piece of paper. Your sudden giggle has him biting back a smile that blossoms on his face when you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him into a deep kiss. He sighs into your lips. Your love was unearthed, dirty and tainted, but still breathing. It was sinful and borderline cataclysmic, but it was yours.
Since you were both ten years old, it has always been yours.
Your letter to Changbin hangs alongside the love notes heâd left for you over the years; selfish words nestled between sincere ones.
Inside his car, Chanâs hand intertwines with yours, and he watches your lips curl into a smile that finally reaches your eyes. Itâs the first time heâs seen that expression grace your face in years.
And Chanâs emotions mirrored your own, so he made it his mission to make that happiness everlasting.
Even if it was through a selfish love.
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đ â mornings after passionate nights.
đ â featuring!! divus crewel, lilia vanrouge, dehya, aventurine, himeko
đ â warnings: heavily suggestive, nothing explicit, but obviously mentions of sex. aventurine's explores his past with slavery and SA a bit, so trigger warning!! his part is kinda hurt/comfort. all gender neutral as usual.
đ©· â DIVUS CREWEL.
Mornings were not meant for lingering beneath sheets but for the preparations of activities to come.Â
That was what Crewel had always told you. He was always up and early, walking the dogs, taking his bath, styling his hair, doing his makeup, compiling an outfit, making his coffeeâso on and so forth. You on the other hand lingered under the sheets, hugging his pillows and laying on his side of the bed to feel whatever warmth was leftover.Â
You sat up, holding the sheets up to cover your body, glancing over to your lover who was already adjusting his tie, âAlready?â you asked, pouting as you watched him go about his routine.
âClasses start earlier during exams. You know this, beloved,â he says, furrowing his brows softly as he looks into the mirror. Immaculate as always. He saw your reflection in the mirror, and the corners of his lips twitched upwards. He wanted to kiss the pout away.Â
After slipping the fur coat on, he made his way to your side of the bed, brushing some of your hair back with his gloved hands, âDid last night not satisfy you? Such a greedy pup,â he teased, before leaning down to kiss your forehead. It was like a token he was leaving you with, expecting it to be returned once he came back to you, tired and annoyed thanks to his students.
âNoâŠâ
That earned a light chuckle as he made his way out.Â
đ©· â LILIA VANROUGE.
It was not the sun that touched your skin first, but instead the mischievous fae.
Lilia was already awake, laying on your chest, arms folded on you as he rested his chin, watching as you stirred awake, âMhm, what a flattering angle, my liege,â he said, staring at the way your nostrils twitched and how your skin shifted and folded while he turned about and stretched.
A deep blush covered your cheeks when his words registered in your mind and you placed a hand on his face, pushing him away, âI hate you,â you muttered. You had said the words so often that they lost their meaning, shifting into something else entirely.
âThatâs not what you were screaming last night,â he replied, unbothered by your push as he shifted so that he was straddling you under the covers. He pulled himself up and rested his hands on either side of your head. His deep red eyes were glimmering with mirth, âOr what you wrote in those passionate letters you always send me while Iâm away with his majesty,â
Each word just served to fluster you more and more. He knew just what to say to make you go from the refined and proper noble that you were to a blushing mess.Â
âPerhaps I did not tire you enough last nightâŠâ Lilia grins, pressing his nose to your throat.
đ©· â DEHYA.
She went from manhandling you to oblivion to sleeping on your chest like a lazy cat.
Her arms slipped around you, holding you like a snake would their next meal. Her hair was everywhere, on your body, on the bed, over the pillowsâthere was just so much of it, âQuit your squirming,â she says, pulling an arm away just to pinch at the fat of your stomach as punishment.
You flinched and frowned, âItâs too hot,âÂ
âYouâre too hot,â she replied, nuzzling her face back into your chest. The night before the mercenary had returned to you after some particularly stressful work. Her brown skin had been littered with wounds that you took care of for her, and she just could not help herself but indulge in your skin afterward.
You would not think she had been tired of how she acted once you reached the bed. Gently, your fingers began to card through her hair once you realized there was no escaping her grip. She could be as stubborn as the desert heat sometimes, âI need to go study soon,â you told her.
Dehya laughs against your skin, âSkip today.â Her teeth began to drag along your chest before she parted from your flesh and scooted up to loom over you, her hair falling around your head like a curtain. She looked like a deity from the angle, gazing down on her pathetic little subject who would bend to her every whim, âIâm still tense.â
đ©· â AVENTURINE.
Muscles tensed when icy hands caressed them.
Aventurine pretended to be asleep, his back facing you, covered in the scratches and bites you gifted him the night before. He had been banking on you assuming he was sleeping so you would get up and make him breakfast, but it seemed he was wrong. The blanket dipped down his back, but he did not lift it back up.
He stayed quiet, waiting for the next touch.
Your fingers trailed over his spine, following each ridge, pulling away only when you came to the tender flesh which was still red, âI didnât mean to scratch so harshly,â you muttered, squinting your tired eyes as you traced around the enflamed marks. It was almost as if they were angry at you.
âI donât mind a few scratches from such precious treasure. Diamonds are meant to be strong,â he replied, keeping his back faced to you. Part of him could not bear to look at you right now. He had never enjoyed the act of sex as much as he did the night before. Before it was all about being bought and passed around, but now it was about being admired and revered as if he were an Aeon.Â
Your touch had never felt like a violation, and in your hands, he was not a commodity. He was just Aventurine, a charismatic fool with secrets that would paint the prettiest doves in shades of black. He blushed. You were the most rewarding gamble he had taken.
đ©· â HIMEKO.
After a passionate night, all Himeko wants to do is brew fresh coffee.
The scent had made its way from the kitchen to the bedroom, waking you up from your sleep. Your body was aching, your head was throbbing and your heart was racing. As usual, her clothes were already folded nicely to the side, while yours⊠well, you only managed to find your pants. A sigh escaped your lips and you rolled out of bed, grabbing one of the freshly pressed silk robes, and messily tying the waist up before walking out.
You still could not get over how even in moments of carnal pleasure, she managed to be so elegant.
âLook who finally decided to wake up,â she says, her beautiful red hair already brushed and styled. She was dressed in a matching robeâshe just managed to work it much better than you. Himeko gestured for you to come sit across from her at the little dining table, âCoffee, darling?â
âStick in my veins, babe,â you mumbled, sitting across from her. You tried to keep your eyes away from her pretty thighs, which were exposed due to how her robe rode up whenever she crossed her legs.
Himeko grins, pouring you a cup in one of those pretty porcelain pieces she collects, and then pushes it in front of you. Her eyes followed the way your hair seemed to stick up in every direction, and then trailed over the chest which she covered in her love, âYouâre looking very⊠worn out.â
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Lando Norris x really sick reader please!!! (Self indulgent I think Iâm close to death rn đđđđđ)
My Poor Baby
Pairings: Lando Norris x Sick!Reader
Summary: Lando takes care of his sick girl <3
Words: 417
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A/N: love this so much!! Hope you get well soon and for requests, im accepting them and they are open!! So keep them coming!! Alsooo, dividers are designed by me <3
"Baby?" Lando called you out, taking his coat off and hanging it in the coat racket next to the front door.
"Baby? Where are you?" He reiterated with concern in his voice, his eyes sharply looking all around the downstairs trying to find you. Eventually, he decided to check upstairs. Maybe you were there. He hoped. He opens the door of your bedroom to see you all huddled up with the blankets, stuffed toys, and the endless pile of tissues on the floor.
His heart shattered seeing you all sick, his eyes were full of concern. Approaching you softly as he sits next to you on the bed. He pulls you in for a tight hug, he knew he shouldn't be doing that but his baby was sick. He didn't care if he did too.
You pout seeing your boyfriend hug you, a loud sneeze comes out of you but you didn't sneeze exactly right on his face. "Nooo i'm gonna get you sick." You say in your clearly congested voice.
Immediately pulling away from the hug as you sneeze somewhere that wasn't close to Lando. You groan, taking another tissue to clear out your stuffy nose, throwing the used tissue on the pile of used tissues. You look at Lando with puppy eyes, you were so ill that you were on the verge of tears.
You pout, burying your face on his chest while you sob relentlessly even if you knew that you weren't supposed to get close to him. "I feel awful Lan!" You really did, everything hurt. Your head, your whole body, your nose from all the blowing you did.
"I know baby, i know, I'm here." He coos, wrapping his arms around you again.
"I'll go make you your favorite noodle soup and i'll feed you. We can cuddle and stay in bed all day and watch our favorite tv show. Is that good for you baby?" He hums softly, grabbing a tissue to help you blow your nose.
You sniffle, smiling happy at your boyfriend being so caring. You blow your nose in the tissue. You were gonna cry again but you didn't instead you hugged him tighter. "I love you." you mumble, burying your face on his neck.
"I love you more my poor baby but you won't be so poor now because you have me and i will take good care of you. Even if it means getting myself sick too." He smiles softly, planting a kiss on your forehead.
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