#let me read my disgusting smut fics in peace >:(

[lycheeloving]

honestly I would be wayyy too ok with getting kidnapped by the yandere!batfam...

like, they live in a giant house, they're rich af and can get you anything you want, you don't have to have a job, no responsibilities...

there's so many of them, i would have more social contacts than I have right now, even if they never let me go outside and talk to someone who isn't them!! add unconditional love to all of that and I'm SOLD. I can deal with their clinginess, i would only like them to maybe slowly ease me into hugging all the time bc I'm not used to that... but even if they're not open to compromise it's still a pretty good deal imo

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b.) - part three

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soundtrack: don't blame me - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: you and bradley spend the night, but the road to heaven is full of obstacles; some are external, others are self-inflicted. warnings: language, public scrutiny (will be a recurring theme in this fic ha!), bradley is a stand-up guy all round, fluff, smut (d/s elements, praise kink, bit of a bratty side?, fingering, oral [f receiving], dirty talk, size kink, bradley is PACKING, protected sex) notes: i'm back! life has been crazy since i posted the previous chapter, but i just wanna say thank you so so much for your patience and your kind words about the fic so far! big shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse and @teacupsandtopgun for being absolutely GEMS in brainstorming ideas-- this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for y'all <3 happy reading!

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The Langham, Sterling Suite. Ask for Holly Golightly ;)

Bradley smiles at your text, and the cheeky “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” reference. He shoots up a quick reply as he makes his way out to the lobby, fighting hard not to be grinning like an idiot to any unassuming passersby, until—

Click-click-click-click! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!

“Hey, it’s Bradley Bradshaw!”

“Oi, Bradley! Give us a smile, mate!”

“Bradley, did you get to meet Y/N inside?”

“Did the boss let you out on a school night, Bradley?”

”How are you feeling about the Sunderland game this weekend?”

It’s a meager distance from the steps of Annabel’s to the curb where the valet has brought out his car, but holy shit. It doesn’t usually get nearly as crazy as this. He’s partied here with Harry Styles, and nobody bat an eye when the guy stumbled out drunk with his left tit out. But maybe it’s because Harry lives in London sometimes, or maybe because he was on a break… unlike Miss Americana on her world tour right now. It makes him pause and rethink how careful he needs to be.

Bradley gets into his car and drives off, trying to tread between the fine line of quick and careful. He can’t help but look over the rearview mirror more often than normal. Fuck, is this how you feel like all the time? He’s no stranger to the spotlight, but rather than the occasional run-ins, nobody has ever been interested in where he went to dinner on a random Tuesday night.

The Langham is barely a mile away, but Bradley sees photographers parked across the hotel with their long-lens cameras and disgusting disposition, and he keeps on driving. Thinking. Restrategizing. Hoping that his vintage aubergine Ferrari isn’t causing suspicion for driving by the second and third time.

He finds a basement parking lot behind the building and pulls up, hoping it’s the right entrance to the hotel. The attendant looks starstruck as he nods and points the way, sending him off with an eager ‘Come on you Gunners!’. And just like that, he makes it into the lobby out of the pap’s sight.

Be cool, he reminds himself, you’re only as suspicious as you seem to be. He comes up to the reception desk, and the girl behind it greets him warmly.

“Good evening, sir. Welcome to the Langham. How may I help you?”

“I’m here to see Ms. Golightly at the Sterling Suite,” Bradley says smoothly. “Holly Golightly.”

“And who am I speaking with, sir?” The girl looks at him like he seems familiar, but can’t quite place him. 

“...Paul Varjak,” he states, unable to bite back the smile. Oh, the thrill of giving out a fake name with the very real possibility of getting called out on his shit. 

But she nods and grabs the telephone, dialing into your room. Blissfully ignorant of the pseudonym he just gave her. 

Good. 

Let this inside joke be the two of yours alone.

The elevator ride up is peaceful—too peaceful that he can hear his heart beating and his palms sweating. Even the carpet mutes his footsteps towards the double door. Before he even presses the bell, a bodyguard opens the door for him.

“Mr. Bradshaw,” he nods curtly. It’s one of the guys from the restaurant earlier. Middle-aged, stout and rather short, sporting a permanent scowl and a vibe that indicates he’s seen some shit.

“Hi. Sorry, I haven’t got your name…?”

“Guy,” he deadpans.

Bradley wonders if that’s his real name or he’s just saying it so Bradley would get off his case, but smiles anyway. “Nice to meet you, Guy.”

Guy hums gruffly and ushers him into the foyer, an identical hallway of the hotel, with a room on each side. “Through here,” he leads him towards another set of double doors at the end of the hallway.

Meanwhile, you are full-on freaking out in your living room. Should you get changed? You’ve taken off your heels, but getting everything off feels so premeditated… You don’t even know if he wants things to go that far. Maybe you can break your little rule and bring out the wine for liquid courage? Gosh, nothing feels right. And it’s been so long since you’ve last done this that you’ve actually gone rusty.

And before you get to decide—in the long, wasteful twenty minutes or so you’ve been pacing, you hear a knock on your door.

“Coming!”

You rush over to get the door and there he is, coming out victorious through the hurdles, smiling at you.

“Thanks, Guy. I’ll take it from here,” you dismiss your security a little too quickly, nodding over Bradley’s shoulder. You’re sure Guy is rolling his eyes all the way back to his room over your lovestruck teenager behavior.

But it hardly matters when this man before you is looking at you like the sun.

“Hey, you.” Bradley beams at you from his spot. As if afraid to invade your space somehow.

And so are you. This feels like that night in the garden all over again. You have to remind yourself that this isn’t some pocket of a park you stumbled into; this is your hotel room. 

Quiet. 

Private. 

Safe.

“Come on in.” You let him cross the threshold, closing the door behind him the warm foyer light cast golden upon his face. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’ve ditched your six-inch heels, or that there’s no one else, but Bradley looks even taller than you remember him. Broader. More… imposing.

“I’m sorry for taking so long. There’s cameras everywhere and I had to—”

“It’s okay,” you try to reassure him. It feels rude to ask if he got caught on camera, but at this point, you had to ask. “Did you… Did they…?” 

Bradley quickly shakes his head. “No, I took the basement entrance, out of sight. We’re good.”

”I’m, uh… sorry for the fuss.”

”Hey, it’s no trouble at all… Ms. Golightly,” he tilts his head, grinning at your chosen pseudonym.

”Yeah, it changes every time. My last stop in Tennessee, I was Clarice Starling,” you admit, making him laugh. “Although I’m glad you got the reference… Mr. Varjak.”

He simpers, very proud of himself. And with that, he takes a step closer to you. Towering over you. Crowding you with his smile, his scent, his body heat… and neither of you makes the first touch. You’re painfully aware of how his gaze keeps dropping to your lips. Bodies drawn towards each other but tied in place for some reason. It seems like despite all the flirting you did at the restaurant, everything goes out the window once you’re alone.

You’re just two strangers, caught in a thrilling game of push and pull. Too scared to tip over and just… fall.

“Can I kiss you…?” Bradley breathes out. He feels foolish for asking, but it’s the only way to make sure he’s not ruining the entire evening.

But you sigh in relief and nod your head yes, and it gives you the push you need to close the distance from him. You don’t know which one happened first; touching his lips with yours, grasping his arms for balance, or standing on your tiptoes on his shoes. He keeps you there, his strong hands securing your waist.

“You’re making me feel like a kid…” It makes you giggle into the kiss, and he can’t not possibly fall in love with the sound of that—with the feel of your lips pulled up right against his.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing…” Bradley runs his hands down your sides gently. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“All night? You mean you’ve been thinking about making out with me while I tell you my life story?” you gasp, feigning shock and offense.

He laughs again. “Maybe for a moment or two there, I’ll admit.”

“I thought you were a gentleman!” you give him a playful smack on his behind, and there’s a flash of… something in his eyes. A spark, or a darkening. You’re not sure what it is yet, but it sends butterflies into your stomach yet again.

Bradley tucks some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “I’m still a gentleman.”

“Really? I don’t believe that…” you sway his hips lightly, “I think you’re very… very bad,” you purr out, your lips barely touching.

He meets you halfway, and it feels like less of a shock this time. You gladly lose yourself in him, knowing you’ve crossed the line now. You finally notice how his mustache scratches your skin in a nice way, how he holds you flush against him, how he just melts into you in the kiss… enshrouding you in his warmth and lighting you on fire at the same time. 

Bradley pulls away, barely just. His forehead is still pressed against yours, your noses are bumping, and his breath melding with yours. He licks his lips and you swear you can almost taste it. “You’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman, kid…”

You can’t help but chuckle at the nickname. It’s not one you expect, but it sounds right somehow. “I didn’t invite you all the way here to be a gentleman.”

The twinkle in his eyes darken. Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him. “Is that right?” Bradley’s hands slide down your hips, finding the swell of your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

The air catches in your throat, and you swallow lightly. “Mm-hm.”

Instead, you lead him into the bedroom. Bradley is right behind you, barely a step behind. His hands have found a home on your hips and he seems adamant to stay there for a moment. Insisting to hold onto you because he worries he’ll get ahead of himself before you’re ready. But gosh, you’ve been ready all night and you’re practically twisting your arms around trying to reach the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Come here, I got you,” he rasps, his heart skipping as he drags the zipper down your back. He’s not sure which one he loves more; the dip of your spine that he wants to trace with your tongue, or the way the dress falls to the floor and reveals what’s underneath that prim and proper pink dress.

A tiny scrap of lace held by a black strap on either side of your hips, framing the swell of your ass perfectly.

And he swears, for a split second, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck…” he breathes out.

You can’t turn around fast enough. It might be a good ‘fuck’, but what if it’s a bad one? “What’s wrong?”

Bradley just blinks at you, for no other reason than how your nipples are poking out the side of the skimpy triangle of your bra. And that your lipstick is smeared on the edges from kissing him.

But of course, your mind is already racing from the lack of response and you’re already thinking, oh no this was a bad idea I shouldn’t have worn this—

“Hey, hey…” he sees your face fall and your arms come up to cover your chest and he immediately steps in. Holding you close, hoping to give you comfort. “Is this all for me?”

Oh, shit. Maybe if you close your eyes tight enough, you would melt to the floor. “I know, it’s a little much—”

“No, that’s not what I asked…” Bradley tilts your chin up, making you look him in the eye. “I said… Did you put these on for me?”

Your breath comes up short, and you nod ever so slightly. You don’t even trust your own voice not to betray how much you want him to like it. How much you want him.

“It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.” He smiles into your lips, kissing you there. Spelling out how he feels with his hands on your ass, his mouth on yours. “Such a good girl…”

That flips a switch in your brain and he can see it. Your eyes go wide, your posture changes, and all of a sudden, you look so… small in his arms. So vulnerable, so beautiful. So perfect. 

Suddenly, he’s holding the world in his arms. The sexy little thing you call panties is a pesky little nuisance now, and he can’t wait to get it off of you. His broad shoulders are keeping your legs open, his nose nuzzling your pubic bone as he looks up at you.

Bradley lowers you down on the side of the bed, settling on his knees before you. Committing every inch to memory by touch, from your ankle to your knee, up the inside of your thighs. When he reaches the scrap of fabric at your core, he feels it slick. He smirks. “What do we have here?”

Your face heats up. How the fuck are you supposed to answer that? No words are coming to your head—not when he’s drawing patterns over your pussy, making the lace glisten all over. And when your panties are positively ruined, he draws his hand back and licks the offending fingers in earnest.

And all it takes is a taste to send him into a frenzy. 

“Fuck honey, need to taste you…” he murmurs between feverish kisses all over your legs. “Can I?”

You nod fervently, feeling like he’s got you under a spell.

“Use your words, kid.” He grins, playfully biting the inside of your thigh.

The sharp sensation makes you yelp, and you grip his hair in reflex. “Yes, want your mouth on me, please…”

“Good girl, asking so nicely…” he chuckles, satisfied with your response. Then, he pulls you to the edge of the bed. That dainty scrap of lace you call panties is a pesky nuisance now, and he couldn’t wait any longer to get it off of you. With your legs hiked up on his broad shoulders, he dives into you. 

A taste, as it turns out, is an understatement because what Bradley does is devour. 

“Oh, fuck…” you gasp sharply at the contact.

With one hand pinning your thigh open, he laps you up in earnest, figuring out the many ways he can make you squirm. Time ceases to exist because it feels like he makes you come in no time, but also he’s been down there forever. But he goes on and on and on until his name comes out in a desperate chant of lust and need. 

“Bradley Bradley Bradley…” she grinds shamelessly into his mustache now, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation on your part. “Please, I’m gonna…”

“I know, honey. I got you. It’s okay.” It’s an oddly wholesome thing to say in a moment like this, but maybe you’re a hopeless romantic at heart, because sweet nothings get you off.

Your orgasm strikes like a thunderbolt, and you find yourself arching into his mouth. The more you take, the more he gives—or is it the other way around?— It seems like he takes as much pleasure in it as you do. Maybe even more, as he holds onto you as you squirm away overstimulated.

“Bradley… wait.” You grab a handful of his hair, trembling breathlessly.

His mustache glistens when he comes up for air, and he finally (finally!) takes off his suit jacket as he stands up. He eases up on the throttle and lets you breathe for a second. He rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, watching you spread out like a feast for him. Legs open, bra askew, hair fanned out on the pillow… God, he’s so lucky.

When he returns on top of you, you’re eager to pull him by his belt buckle, but he brushes your hand away. You frown in protest. “But I wanna touch you—”

“It’s not your turn yet, honey,” he chides you teasingly.

“You just had your turn!”

He shrugs, nosing your cheek. “Well, it’s still my turn, so…” Bradley closes the gap again and kisses you openly.

The taste of your arousal on his tongue makes you dizzy, but it can’t distract you from the buzz of his fingers rubbing your devoured pussy, sending shivers down your spine. It’s entirely too much, and you keel over from the contact.

“Somebody’s a little sensitive, huh?” He grins, easing the throttle a little.

“Fuck you…”

“Well, if you say so.” He slides his middle finger in.

“Ohhh… Bradley…” you buck up your hips and moan. But in comes another finger, and you swear it feels like all of him. 

He’s wound differently this time, like a man on a mission. With his fingers crooking and stroking your silky walls, beckoning you to come closer, while you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to hold on. But his teeth yanks the edge of your bra to set your nipple free, and his sly tongue finally gets a taste… all resolve goes out the window.

“Come on, honey. I know you got another one in you…” he breathes out, undoing the front clasp of your bra so he can suck your tits with all his might, willing you to come.

And frankly, who are you to say no?

The burst of pleasure hits you from your core to your fingertips. If he wasn’t pinning you down on top of you, you would have probably floated away. But you’re firmly laid on the mattress and feeling everything. Your eyes blink back into focus as you come down from your high.

You pant, staring at him in disbelief. Nobody has ever put that much attention on you in bed before even taking off his clothes. “You got a baseball bat in there or something?”

“Something like that.” He rolls his eyes playfully. Jokingly, you assume.

You take his arm, kissing his wrist, “Can I touch you now?” sticking your tongue out to lick his digits clean of you. Putting on a show as you suck his fingers. “Please?”

He throws his head back and groans. “Fuck.” He can’t resist that doe-eyed look you’re putting on, nor can he resist you undoing his shirt buttons. He can play dominant all he wants, but he knows that the truth of the matter is, he’s all wrapped up around your little finger. “Okay, okay. You win.”

It’s a mess of unbuckling pants, kicking off shoes, and tossing clothes to the floor. Your hand reaches out to trace his gleaming skin, every ridge of his abdomen. You’ve seen the Calvin Klein campaigns and the Men’s Health covers— and gosh, he looks like a dream. But when that thing just springs up to his stomach when he pushes his boxers down…

You didn’t expect him to manifest straight out of your wet dream.

“Holy fuck, you weren’t kidding about your baseball bat,” you breathe out, head tilted as you stare at his thick cock. The vein that runs along the side, the way it curves slightly to the right, the length that makes you clench at the mere thought of it… Fuck, it’s pretty.

Bradley chuckles sheepishly. He knows how big it is, he’s heard all the jokes in the locker room, but hearing it from you hits different. “You scared?”

You should be, a little. But without flinching, you bite your lip and look him in the eye. “Nah, I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

Gosh, he loves you. He’ll have to remember not to blurt that out too early. “Okay, big girl,” he chuckles, kissing you one last time before rolling off of the bed.

His sudden disappearance out of sight makes you frown. “Where are you—” you prop yourself up on your elbow, seeing him fish out a packet of condom from his trousers pocket, “Right. Safety first.”

Bradley nods, tearing the packet open with his teeth and rolling it on. There’s something so hot about how a man looks just before he fucks someone. “Mm-hm. Gotta make sure we’re both covered.”

“Do I need goggles and a helmet, too?”

He pauses as he straddles your hips. “Maybe next round,” he cheekily quips back. The idea of you wearing nothing but a helmet and safety goggles weirdly makes his cock stir, too. But you’re already lying naked under him, and he doubts that much will deter his hard-on.

Bradley pushes himself into you a little, and your eyes water as you whimper out in a blur of pain and pleasure. And here you thought two of his fingers felt full…

He stops in his tracks, trying to gauge your reaction. He nearly lost his mind over how tightly you’re clenched around him, but he doesn’t want to presume. “Too much?” He asks softly, stroking your cheek. 

Your breaths run ragged as you look up at him, almost in awe. “You’re just… so big…”

He laughs breathlessly. He hates to brag, but it’s true. And as much as he’s enjoying the way you flutter under him, he has to ask, “Want me to pull out?” Please say no, please say no, I don’t think I can handle it…

“N-no…” you wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life. “But I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

Bradley smiles at what has to be the most adorable look he’s ever seen from you. He kisses your forehead in reassurance. “I’ll go nice and slow, okay? I promise.”

Feeling this small and vulnerable so soon after meeting someone would usually set all kinds of alarms in your head. You never know how a guy would take it. But in this moment, nestled in the crook of his neck, among the mix of his perfume and aftershave and his natural musk… all you want to do is stay. “Okay,” you nod softly.

“Let’s try again then, hm?” He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear, “Open up, love.”

With a deep breath, you bite back a whimper as you take him deeper, still not quite all the way in. “Hurts…”

Bradley stops again, his concern fully taking over now. “You sure you want me to keep going…?”

“Yes!” You surprise yourself with how quick and desperate you answered him. Your eyes shut, trying to offset the warmth setting over your cheeks, as you make the dirty admission, “I… I like it when it hurts.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Bradley has to remind himself not to come on the spot, because holy shit. He wouldn’t go this hard on a woman so early in the game, but… his head is dizzy from how innocently you said it. He takes a breath to pull himself together. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

The air is heavy. The room is silent. You can hear the shift in the tension as you smirk, “Yessir.”

There you are, you little devil. Bradley simply grabs you by the hips and bottoms out inside you. Your face goes slack while your cunt tightens around his cock, and it blows his mind.

He starts out slow, torturously so. Stuffing himself inside your crevice and dragging himself out, willing you to feel every inch. Every ridge. Until your body loosens up and twists around in the throes of passion. Your mouth falls open, your little gasps and moans coming and going as he pleases.

The unhurried pace is nice for a few minutes, when you’re still adjusting to his size. But now that he’s snug inside you, you’re simply aching for more. Your hips arch up into him halfway, a little more urgent, disrupting the rhythm with a pleasant stutter.

He notices this and smiles. “So eager… what’s the rush, hm?”

You answer with a groan. He has a penchant for asking you questions you can’t answer, this man. “You feel so good, baby…” you murmur headily, hands desperately grasping on him—his arms, his shoulders, his back…

”You feel even better.” He nips at your pert nipple, relishing in your angelic little filthy cry. Fuck, he can feel the exact motion of your pussy tightening for him. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that…”

”Then don’t.”

His eyes flicker onto yours immediately. You’re gonna be the death of him, he swears…

You grab his hair by the fistful, keeping his gaze. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

”Oh fuck—” he doesn’t stand a chance. His body reacts faster than his brain could compute, and he holds your hips flush against his as he buries himself as deep as he can. Every twitch of his cock sends you reeling, and your pussy clenches and unwinds in your climax, following him down from his high to yours.

Free falling, hand in hand.

Bradley rolls off of you and you would complain, if it weren’t for the way he immediately pulls you into his chest. Thank fuck. You’re not quite ready to untangle from him yet. Not when your breaths still run a bit ragged, as if accidentally catching each other’s. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and it feels unlike your regular out-of-town hookup. No, this one’s different. But not a word is said between you on that for different reasons— each of you holding your cards close to your chest, as close as you’re holding each other.

[kitten4sannie]

𝐂𝐡. 𝟐: 𝐑 𝐔 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞?

ch 1

Ex Boyfriend! Wooyoung x Fem! Reader

Genre: gratuitous smut, angst

Summary: After having a pleasant night out with your friend, seeing Wooyoung's name pop up on your phone almost made you scream. You knew that even if you had ignored his call, he would just keep calling you back, so you gave in — just like every other time.

W.C: 6.5k (could be longer cuz I didn't check when I edited it lol)

Warnings: exes with benefits, switch! Wooyoung (yes you read that right 🥵), switch! reader, weed use, Wooyoung's still a dick, toxicity, lots of swearing, there are feelings involved (that's as descriptive as i'll get ;;), name calling, degradation, use of the word "baby", ownership kink, filthy dialogue, spit play, messy blowjob, deep throating, brief cum play, face riding, manhandling, rough/passionate (unprotected) sex, choking, multiple positions, kissing, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie

A/N: writing this one out just really hit different fsr and now i'm kinda sad that this is the...end?? maybe? who knows i might have some more ideas up my sleeve :] but i hope you all enjoy 🖤💔

p.s: take a tiny sip of water every time Wooyoung or y/n say “fuck/fucking” and you’ll be incredibly hydrated 💕

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"Byeee, get home safe!" you called out to your friend, watching as she opened her car door and craned her neck back to look at you, giving you a small smile and a peace sign. You repeated her actions, waiting for her to get into her car, before you followed suit.

Once you got situated inside your own car, you unlocked your phone to set up a queue of songs for your drive home, almost throwing it onto the dash when you saw Wooyoung's name pop up on your screen. "Awesome," you mumbled to yourself, bringing your thumb and index finger up to squeeze the bridge of your nose, sighing in dismay.

You saw there with your phone buzzing against your hand for a few seconds, ears zoning in on the sound of your heart racing inside your chest. "Fuck, okay." You leaned your head back against the headrest and reluctantly answered his call, snapping, "Let me guess. You want me to come over, right?" And you're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"

"Mm, you're already wound up all nice and tight for me, huh?" your ex returned in a low voice, unable to see the way you were gripping your thigh with your free hand. "I like that."

You let out an ‘augh’ sound, as if you were disgusted, making an attempt to bring him down a peg or two. “Of course you would. Your life must be really sad if you get turned on just by the thought of arguing with me.”

"Yours must be even worse since you're always willing to become an obedient little cumdump for me," he replied swiftly, chuckling when he didn't get a response, except for a small gasp on your end. "I'll see you soon, y/n."

Hearing Wooyoung simply hang up the call after what he had said should've made you mad, but it almost had the exact opposite effect on you — once again proving that the both of you were one and the same. Quietly ignoring the butterflies that were trying to escape your stomach, you pressed on a random song in your playlist and put your car in reverse, not even noticing when your lips curled into a small smile.

* * *

"Sup." You waved at Wooyoung from the doorway, kicking off your shoes and setting your bag down, then joining him on the couch.

"Hey," Wooyoung mumbled, not noticing how delayed his response was. "Took you long enough." He already looked high as hell, with red and glossy eyes, along with his voice coming out like he had just taken a tablespoon of sand.

"Uh-huh." Getting comfortable, you brought your foot underneath your opposite leg and leaned back into the cushion, smoothing out your skirt a bit and leisurely fixing the length of one of your kneesocks.

Wooyoung's gaze slowly traveled up and down your body, causing his Adam's apple to bob inside his throat. He unconsciously grabbed at the crotch of his joggers, his tongue just barely poking out of his mouth to swipe over his bottom lip. "Wow, you actually got dressed up this time. You look...good."

Despite being used to Wooyoung's 'compliments', his words still sought to get under your skin. However, you swallowed your annoyance down, for now, as you were far more interested in the way your ex was blatantly eye-fucking you. "Well, yeah, I had plans before this, but that's not even the point. You usually call me late at night, so do you really expect me to come over with a full face of makeup and a whole coordinated outfit, or what?"

While you had been talking, Wooyoung made the best use of his time, bringing his bong up to his lips and lighting it, idly glancing down at your thighs. He sucked inward for a while, then pulled the mouthpiece out, still inhaling, all while internally pondering how he should answer you. Once the vapor drifted out of his mouth, he shook his head, replying, "Nah, just like...put on some mascara or something."

You took the bong from him when he passed it to you, silently taking a hit and mulling over his words, unable to keep yourself from smirking once you had exhaled. "Why? So you can watch it run down my face when you're fucking my brains out?"

When you had motioned for him to take the bong back, his slender fingers settled on yours for a moment, not making an attempt to pull away. "Ideally, yeah," he nodded lazily, his brown eyes lingering on your glossy lips. "I want to cum all over that slutty face of yours, too...and make you all messy."

Feeling your body respond to what Wooyoung had done and said, you leaned closer to him, your shoulders touching. "You never get tired of doing that, do you?" you asked, setting the bong down on the floor, so that you could rest your hand on Wooyoung's thigh, your fingertips just barely reaching the inseam of his pants.

Chuckling softly, Wooyoung shook his head, casually grabbing your hand and moving it farther up his leg, until he went stiff upon hearing his phone vibrating against the armrest of the couch. He immediately reached for it and pressed on one of the multiple text notifications he had received. “Hold up.”

You looked down at his phone, your once inquisitive expression melting into one that could only be described as pure disgust. “Are you actually serious right now?” you scoffed in disbelief, watching as Wooyoung scrolled through some highly explicit nudes that some rando had sent to him.

“What? Don’t act like you’re not fucking around with other people. Jesus, y/n, get off your high horse.”

“High horse? Really? It’s not even about that! You just–…ugh…never mind.” You shook your head slightly, not having the energy to get into it with Wooyoung for the thousandth time.

Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, typing something back to the stranger and repositioning himself on the couch. “Give me a minute, okay? Just fill up another bowl and I’ll be done before you know it.”

“Fine, whatever,” you huffed, grabbing the grinder that was sitting on the cluttered coffee table and opening it, grumbling something rude under your breath.

“What was that?” Wooyoung eyed you through his peripheral, one of his eyebrows raising slightly.

You carefully filled up the glass mouthpiece, shaking your head a bit. “Nothing, just hurry up.”

“Uh-huh.”

You initially thought you had gotten over the way Wooyoung was still just sitting there in silence and ignoring your presence so that he could sext someone — since you were occupied with the abundant offering of weed he provided you. However, when you had reached a comfortable high, you finally began to feel pissed.

“Why did you even fucking call me over here, if you’re just going to do that, huh?” you questioned bitterly, just in time for you to witness your ex shamelessly pulling his dick out and wrapping his fingers around it, while using the other hand to hold his phone up. “Woo, are you s–”

“Shut the fuck up.” Wooyoung glanced in your direction, giving you a dirty look, before he began to stroke himself, exhaling when he started to get hard, pressing the record button.

Growling out of frustration, you moved toward Wooyoung, reaching your hand out. “Give me that shit,” you remarked, snatching his phone out of his hand and tossing it onto the carpet. Before he had a chance to retaliate, you dropped down to your knees in front of him, pushing his thighs apart from one another so that you could fit in between them.

“What are you…aaaah-oh, god…” he reacted, gripping his upper thigh when he felt your soft lips and tongue encase the tip of his cock, watching as you slid them down along his length and back up a few times, letting out a small noise of approval when you did it agonizingly slow the last time around.

You swirled your tongue around the tip languidly, prior to flicking it across the small slit, earning a groan from Wooyoung. “That’s what I fucking thought,” you taunted, using your thumb to rub against his frenulum in small, gentle circles, knowing that it was sensitive.

“Oh, shit…that feels good…” he exhaled, ignoring your attempt at slighting him, too caught up with the lust that was flooding his senses. “Spit on it, baby.”

You froze for a second when you heard what he had called you, which was unusual, since you had been used to him calling you that, but suddenly it seemed to yank at your heartstrings. Ignoring this revelation, you eventually obliged his request, drawing saliva into your mouth and letting it drip down onto his cock, one long string at a time, all while your dilated eyes gazed up into Wooyoung’s glazed-over ones. “Like that, Woo?”

“Uh-huh. Now, get to work,” he smirked, his cock growing harder inside your hand.

“Sounds good~” you purred, almost forgetting that you were supposed to hate him, your fingers tightening around his length and pumping it quickly, your lips attaching to his cockhead.

He drank in the sight of you, incredibly pleased with the way you were looking at him, his fingers slipping into your hair. “Messier, baby.”

You slurped on his twitching tip, bringing some of your spit into your mouth, then spitting it back out, moaning softly when it dripped down the sides of his cock. You moved your saliva around with your tongue, making sure to run it across his slit a few times, teasing him once again.

“That’s it…” Wooyoung slid down against the couch slightly, spreading his legs open a bit more, only snapping out of his hazy state when he heard his phone buzzing on the carpet, most likely receiving a FaceTime call from the ignored individual. “Hey, can you grab my phone and hand it to me?”

As your brows drew close and your nose scrunched up in anger, you tightened your grip around Wooyoung’s member, resisting the urge to squeeze it until you heard a disconcerting sound. “You gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Wooyoung let out an abrupt chuckle, not meaning what he said in the slightest, but just simply saying it for your reaction. “Mmm, you must really want to suck my cock, if you’re getting this upset over some nudes.” Without any warning, he grabbed your chin and tilted it upwards, forcing you to look at him. “You’re jealous, huh? Answer me, slut.”

“Yeah, and what about it?” you retorted, glaring daggers up at Wooyoung, your lips forming a small scowl. “I took time out of my night to see you, so I expect to have your full attention and not have to compete with some stupid cunt I don’t even know!”

Another pleased laugh escaped from Wooyoung’s throat, a rare grin gracing his irritatingly handsome features. “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get this jealous. I’m kind of shocked, actually.” He leaned in and pulled your face closer in his direction as well, so that he could clearly see your next reaction. “Did you fall in love with me again, y/n? I wouldn’t blame you. I know you can’t help it.”

For a second there, the fear on your face was visible, but was quickly replaced with your usual display of annoyance. “Just shut up and let me suck your dick, before it goes all limp on me!” you protested, wrapping your fingers loosely around the base of his cock and pumping it again, encouraging Wooyoung to release his grip on you and allow you to go back to what you were doing earlier, but with more enthusiasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby…” Wooyoung’s long fingers remained entangled in your locks, but he didn’t pull at it, instead stroking it in an oddly affectionate manner. “Are you gonna deep-throat my cock? Huh? Are you gonna show me how much a slut like you loves sucking dick?”

Wooyoung’s baiting words only served to fuel your desire to see him cum for you. You didn’t even let yourself tease him anymore, and instead, allowed him into your throat, relieved that your gag-reflex wasn’t as active this time around. “Mmmmfff…” was all you could manage to get out, wanting to look up at Wooyoung, but unable to do so, with the way your irises were disappearing behind your shutting eyelids.

“Jesus Christ, I wish you could see the face you’re making…” he exhaled, somewhat shakily, gathering up your hair and holding it so none of it could hide his view of your face. “You’re such a fucking whore for me. I bet that cunt of yours is dripping already, just from having my cock down your throat.”

Feeling your pussy clench around nothing but air, you bobbed your head diligently, shoving most of his length down your throat in a way that drove him absolutely crazy — unable to hold yourself back. The thickening drool that consistently pooled inside your mouth slowly dripped down your chin and chest in abundance, letting you hear Wooyoung groan in approval.

“F-ffffuuuck, I…Oh, god…I think I’m…” his voice trailed off, unable to finish his sentence, knowing he was about to cum at any given second.

“Mm-hmm? Mm-hmm?” you moaned onto him, giving it your all, as if your rent was due tomorrow. You gripped his lower thighs, reluctantly pulling yourself off of him when you heard him mutter the word ‘open’, wanting to giggle after he could barely form the two syllables.

Cum shot out of Wooyoung’s cock, mostly landing near your mouth and on your chest, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. “Mm…” As if he was waiting for this exact moment, his fingertips were already rubbing the warm, sticky liquid all over your lips and chin, making sure to smear some across your cheek, appreciating how it began to mess up your makeup. “Look at you…You’re my messy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you answered softly, your jaw going lax, unable to hide how insanely turned on you were. Wooyoung took advantage of this and pushed his coated fingers onto your tongue, prompting you to close your mouth and suck on them, until they were clean.

“Good girl.”

You and Wooyoung sat there for a while, just looking into each other’s lustful eyes, neither of you knowing what to make of the unspoken jumble of emotions you both continuously decided to shove away.

Squeezing one of Wooyoung’s thighs, you smirked a bit, inquiring in a smug tone, “That must’ve felt really good, huh?”

“You were able to make me cum pretty fast this time, I’ll give you that. Though, my friend is still able to suck dick better than you, unfortunately…but, you know, practice makes perfect.” Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders, giving into his usual toxic routine and trying to bring you down, all the while his cheeks and ears were still flushed beyond measure.

“Oh my god, will you shut up already?” you rasped, as you shot up from the floor, angrily pulling your top up and over your head, then sliding yourself out of your skirt, revealing you had nothing on underneath — much to your ex’s delight. “I’m sick and tired of hearing the stupid shit you say! So fucking tired of it…”

“Oh, yeah?” he gauged, his voice almost coming out like a moan, clearly getting off on how much he was upsetting you.

“Yeah!” You suddenly grabbed Wooyoung by the shoulders and yanked him down onto the couch cushion below, instantly straddling him, so that you were positioned directly over his face.

Surprised by your sudden actions, Wooyoung simply stayed put, his eyes trailing from the band of your knee socks up to your dripping cunt.

You let out a huff, using two fingers to spread your pussy for him so that he could get a good look at it. “Why don’t you put that big fucking mouth of yours to good use? Hm? Does that sound like a good idea?”

“Excuse me? You think I’m just going to do what you say?” he scoffed, using one hand to smack your ass, grabbing it roughly afterwards, eliciting a gasp from you. “I’ll eat your slutty little cunt if I feel like it — not when you tell me to. Now, get off of me, before I kick your ass!”

He was about to continue his tirade when you gripped the sides of his head and pressed yourself onto his mouth, rubbing your wet folds on his plush lips. “Shut the fuck up and stick your tongue out.”

Pleasantly surprised by your aggressiveness, Wooyoung hesitated, but eventually obeyed, holding his tongue out, so that you could rub yourself on it, causing him to let out a small whimper, not able to hold it in.

“Mm, that’s it,” you mumbled to yourself, moving your hips at an increasingly desperate pace, wanting to cum as soon as possible. “Look at you. Just a second ago, you were so tough and scary, Woo. What happened?”

Wooyoung groaned out against you, using his tongue to lap at your slit whenever he could, your wetness leaking out into his mouth, causing his eyes to roll back into his skull. Of course, he loved having control over you, but he couldn’t ignore how painfully hard he was, so he decided to just go with the flow.

“Mmmm, that’s a good boy. You want to fuck me with your tongue next?” you questioned, in between pants, running your fingers through his hair, before gripping it roughly, earning an uncharacteristically whiny moan from him. “Answer me, you whore!”

He opened his eyes and looked up at you, his eyebrows knitting together in an upward motion, the tip of his cock now dripping pre-cum, as he emitted a muffled “Mm-hmmm!”

Normally, he would’ve gone ballistic from hearing you talk to him like that, but he was so turned on, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. In fact, he desperately hoped you kept going.

“Good…” you exhaled, letting go of his head for a second to rake your fingers through your somewhat-tangled hair, moving it out of your line of vision and behind your ear. “You better make me cum.”

Wooyoung slid his hands past your ass and up near your hips, then angled himself so that he could push his tongue inside your pulsing hole. He dug his fingers into your skin, shoving his tongue in and out of you as deep as he possibly could.

You breathed heavily, fucking yourself on his tongue as well, feeling like you were already going to cum, not only from the pleasure, but from the shift in power. “You always…act so big and bad…but you really…you really just want to get treated-nnngh-like a little fuck toy, don’t you?“

Wooyoung whined against you, almost pleading with his glossy, watery eyes, giving you the answer you wanted when he moaned, “Uh-huhhhh…”

“You’re so pathetic,” you mused arrogantly, giving Wooyoung a satisfied smile, flashing your canines at him. You had sort of expected to see anger boil up to the surface of your ex’s features, but you were instead met with a face that only could be described as pure bliss. “Now, suck on my clit.”

Wooyoung obeyed, pulling his arousal-coated tongue out of your pulsing hole and wrapping his plush lips around your clit, sucking on it with varying levels of intensity, knowing exactly how to drive you to your breaking point.

“God, that’s…Oh, shit…” you reacted shakily, your vision starting to blur around the edges, unintentionally bucking your hips up. “I’m so close…Just a little…more…”

With his arms locking around you so that you couldn’t escape, Wooyoung alternated between licking and sucking, groaning when you squeezed your thighs around his head.

“Fuck…!” you cried out, squirting so incredibly hard that you faded out of existence for longer than you had anticipated.

Wooyoung panted softly against your pussy, quietly slurping up your essence, in between shallow breaths, a deep blush imprinted on his cheeks. His eyes were closed and his mind was clouded over, as he came down from his own high, despite not even being physically stimulated.

Once you came to, you let out a satisfied sigh, climbing off of Wooyoung and standing up, in order to reach out your limbs and stretch them. “Ahh, who knew you could be so tolerable? You gotta be a whiny little sub for me more often.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, trying to wipe your cum off of his face, but unable to do anything about the arousal that had already wet his hair.

“Damn, relax.”

Feeling something on your lower back, you swiped at it and looked down at your hand, unable to hide your amusement when you saw the milky white substance dripping through your fingers. “Holy shit, did you cum just from that?” you blurted out, looking up and pointing at Wooyoung’s cum-covered abdomen. “Oh my god, you did!”

Wooyoung gritted his teeth tightly, unable to handle the amount of humiliation that washed over him, suddenly pissed that you were treating him like he normally treated you.

You were practically tingling from the newfound power you had felt, almost ready to cast aside your role as an obedient sub. Almost. “I guess you really like when I’m in control, huh? Should I use a strap on you n-”

Before you could finish, Wooyoung had already grabbed you by your upper arm and forced you face-down onto the couch cushion where he had just been laying, allowing you to feel the body heat that still remained there.

Pulling his t-shirt off with his free hand and tossing it to the ground, Wooyoung lowered himself to your ear, stating, “Don’t forget your place, y/n. I may have let you get away with that, but you’re still my little toy at the end of the day. You belong to me, don’t you?”

Biting your bottom lip, you wondered if you should give your ex the satisfaction of answering his question truthfully, afraid that it would cause his ego to double in size. “Just because you-”

“Don’t you, y/n? Isn’t that why you always let me treat you like this?” he interrupted in a low voice, positioning himself at your entrance, with his hand pressed onto the back of your head, pushing it into the couch.

“Mm-hmm…” you mumbled out, internally berating yourself for being so incredibly weak when it came to Wooyoung.

“Say it, y/n.”

Feeling the head of his dick just barely pushing inside your cunt and stretching you out, you began to nod your head against the palm of his hand, knowing there was no point in arguing with him. “I…I belong to you…”

Without giving you any sort of warning, Wooyoung grunted, plunging his cock into you, bottoming out in less than a second. “That’s fucking right.” Your obedience gave Wooyoung the incentive to destroy you, pushing him to begin slamming himself in and out of you, knowing he wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

A few mindless obscenities fell from your lips, as you felt your body completely relax into the cushion, taking Wooyoung’s rough treatment without any complaints.

Wooyoung took incredible delight in the way you always seemed to submit to him, letting out a few airy chuckles, his hips snapping into yours unapologetically. “That’s my…good girl…”

Unable to emit anything competent, you simply moaned and groaned periodically, your voice slowly rising in pitch and volume, your fingers digging into the edge of the couch, after hearing his puzzling choice of words.

He pounded into you relentlessly, making you cum somewhere along the way, but not stopping, until he felt the tight spring inside him threaten to uncoil. “Oh, shit…Get ready, baby…”

You felt your eyes becoming watery, actively refusing to confront yourself and face the fact that you were clearly upset over hearing Wooyoung routinely call you baby throughout the night. Of course, it turned you on immensely, but it hurt you more. “Just cum already, please…”

Wooyoung suddenly flipped you over, and shoved himself back inside you, leaning down so that he could drink in your expression, just as his cum started to pour into you.

“A-hhhh….”

“Can you feel it, y/n? All of my cum inside you? You love it, don’t you? Say you fucking love it!” he exclaimed, unable to keep his desperation hidden within his harsh tone.

You nodded weakly, gazing up at him, your thighs trembling against his. “I love it, Woo…”

Letting out a groan, he wrapped his fingers around your neck and slowly squeezed it in the right places, so that you felt like you were floating, the tips of your fingers tingling. “Say it again.”

“I…love…it…” you replied breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper, unable to stop a tear from falling down your cheek, which dragged a black streak of mascara down with it. You let out a small whine when Wooyoung leaned down towards you, so close that you could feel his lips moving near your jaw, his fingers releasing your neck.

“I know you do, baby…I know…” Wooyoung murmured softly against your skin, pumping his cum into your pulsing hole, only stopping when he thought he had sufficiently fucked it into you. “You look so pretty like this…” He pressed a thumb onto your cheek and wiped a bit of the mascara away, giving you a gentle smile, which only set off more alarm bells inside your clouded brain.

You couldn’t even think at this point, let alone make sense of the odd switch in character your ex had been displaying throughout the night. All you could do was lay there and try to catch your breath, your body warm and tingly, Wooyoung’s cum sliding out of you and down onto the cushion.

“Woo…I- um…” you started, without giving it much thought, only to close your mouth when he wrapped his arms around your waist, locking you in place.

“I'm not done with you.” Without even giving you a chance to react, he sat back against the couch, simultaneously lifting you up and down onto his lap, shoving his already-hard cock back inside your cunt, proceeding to buck his hips up into yours.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, gripping the top of the couch for stability, feeling a pleasant shiver go up your spine when Wooyoung slipped his fingers into the sides of your knee-socks and tugged on them a bit as he thrusted into you.

“Fuck, baby…How are you still so tight? Even after I just got done wrecking you?” Wooyoung studied your surprised face, just as he leaned into your body and sucked one of your tits into his mouth. “Hmm?” he mumbled on your chest, using the flat of his tongue to lap at your nipple.

You shook your head slightly, emitting a sharp gasp, not really knowing how to respond from being too caught up in the moment, as well as being focused on what you wanted from him. “Bite it, Woo…please…”

One corner of Wooyoung’s lips lifted up, as he rolled your nipple around between his teeth, before biting down on it with enough pressure to satisfy your needs, earning a delighted moan from you.

“Now, spit on it…”

Wooyoung pulled back ever so slightly, with his lips pursed, spitting on your breast and turning his head, so that he could spit on the other one. “Mm…Like that, y/n?” He used his thumb to rub his saliva around, making your skin glossy.

“Yeah, just like that…” Without realizing, you started to grind your own hips down into his, just as desperately as he was trying to shove himself up into you.

“I thought so…” he murmured, pushing your tits together in order to drag his tongue back and forth between them, groaning all the while.

“Babyyyy…” you let slip out, bringing him to let go of your breasts so that he could caress your cheek with his warm fingers, neither of you breaking eye contact for what seemed like an eternity. “It feels so fucking good…”

“Yeah?” Seeing you nod right away, Wooyoung leaned his forehead against yours, his lips just barely brushing over your parted ones. “Are you going to cum on my cock again for me, y/n? Huh? Are you going to squirt all over it?”

“Uh-huhhh…”

“Then fucking do it.”

You cried out in ecstasy, careening over the edge from the way he was acting with you, whimpering when Wooyoung’s hands returned to your waist and squeezed it so tightly that you thought he might leave handprints on your skin. “Oh, god, I’m cumming…!” you whined shakily, tossing your head back and closing your eyes.

“Uh-uh.” When he saw that your head was leaning back, he gripped the back of it and forced you to continue looking at him, slowing his movements down, so that he could fuck you in a more calculated, almost passionate way. “Hey, look at me. I want you to cum again, okay? And, this time, you’re not going to look away.”

Instead of resisting Wooyoung’s hold on you, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your sweat-covered body against his, your lower-halves working in tandem with one another to reach your highs. “As long as you promise to fill me up,” you invited sweetly, your heart pounding inside your rib cage.

“Don’t I always? Now, come here.” Wooyoung gave you another oddly charming smile, one of his hands moving up to your jaw and coaxing it open, so that he could bring you into an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slipping inside and moving against yours.

“Mmm…!” you reacted, your eyes still open, due to being genuinely surprised that Wooyoung kissed you. You couldn’t even remember the last time he did; it was probably somewhere around your third or fourth breakup.

Wooyoung opened his eyes slightly, studying your wide ones, his tongue lapping lazily at your own, some of his spit already dripping down his chin.

Too caught up in the heat of the moment, your eyelids fluttered shut and your hands instinctively slid up the back of his neck, your fingers slipping into his damp hair. Your heads periodically tilted in opposite directions, so that you could both engage in a sloppy, fervent kiss.

Feeling your pussy tighten significantly around his throbbing length, Wooyoung reluctantly broke the kiss, using his free hand to gather up some of your combined saliva that was dripping in abundance from your mouths and rubbing it all over your lips, then pushing his fingers onto your tongue, groaning when your mouth closed around them. “Fuuuuck, look at you…You don’t act like this for anyone else, do you? It’s all for me, isn't it, baby?” he asked, burning the image of your fucked-out expression into his memory.

“Mm-hmm…”

“Thought so.” Wooyoung grabbed your chin with his glistening fingers and mumbled, “I can feel how tight your cunt is around me, so go ahead and cum. Come on, make a mess on my dick, baby.”

You kept your glossy eyes locked on his, almost screaming when your warm wetness squirted forcefully out of you and all over his cock for the third time.

“Gooood girl…Now, let me fill you up, baby. Just how you like…” Wooyoung groaned deeply, his hands returning to your hips and cementing you in place, as his seed spilled deep inside your spasming cunt, a string of obscenities falling from his lips.

“Oh my god…” You dug your nails into Wooyoung’s skin, your thighs shaking uncontrollably, almost unable to handle how good it felt to be filled up to the brim with your ex’s load.

Once Wooyoung could breathe properly, he struggled to find the right words, not able to explain how he felt. “Oh, god…that was…”

As your body relaxed completely against Wooyoung’s, you kept your arms wrapped around him, suddenly not wanting to let go, but not really thinking about it, since your brain was still buzzing from the overload of endorphins. “I know…I know what you mean…” you replied cryptically, nuzzling his neck a bit.

Wooyoung didn’t say anything else for a while, simply running his hand up and down your lower back, his fingers ghosting along the indent of your spine. He closed his eyes, feeling his head almost spin, due to the influx of conflicting ideas that had infiltrated his mind.

You were in a similar place, the truth of reality hitting you like a ton of bricks, forcing you to pull yourself away from him, wanting to get away from the distressing headspace you were falling into as soon as humanly possible.

When Wooyoung felt your warmth leave him, as you got up from the couch, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, holding it rather tight. “Don’t go. Just stay here with me tonight,” he announced, not even thinking before he said it.

Suddenly made uncomfortable by the way he was squeezing your wrist, you forcefully yanked your arm away from him. Wincing, you rubbed your sensitive skin, making up a viable excuse, “No, I need to get home. I have work tomorrow. Why are you being like this?”

Wooyoung tsked and sat up, quickly snaking his arms around you and bringing your body against his, so that you were awkwardly pinned to both him and the lower half of the couch. He rested the side of his head on your upper abdomen for a moment, then pulled away to look up at your shocked face, giving you a straight answer, “Cuz I want you to stay. I don’t give a fuck if you have work. You’re going to stay put.”

You wriggled around in his grasp, shaking your head and complaining, “Oh my god, you’re being so fucking weird. Just get off of me!” When he didn’t let go of you, you pushed on his face, causing him to grunt, but still hold on, eventually letting go when you shoved his shoulders instead.

The force of your push caused him to slam into the back cushion and slump down against it, prompting him to just stay there instead of getting up. He remained silent, giving you an expression that you couldn’t read.

“Jesus,” you remarked, hastily picking up your discarded clothes from the ground, while trying to disregard the unresolved feelings that had been eating away at you since you had stepped into his apartment. “You better not do that again, or else I’m not coming around anymore.” You glanced up from the floor to give him a dirty look, wanting him to know that you were being completely serious.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his damp brown hair, actively ignoring the sharp twinge of pain inside his chest. “Whatever. You know you can’t live without this dick.” He snapped his fingers at you when you wouldn’t give him the response that he wanted, desperately trying to get your attention when you started to put your clothes on, ignoring him. “Hello? Are you fucking deaf?”

You remained tight-lipped, zipping up your skirt and adjusting it, eventually letting out a small sigh. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you had it in you to continue this relationship with Wooyoung. At first, it was a good way for you to release all the negative emotions you had usually shoved deep down and locked away, but now…now it was just leaving an incredibly bitter taste in your mouth.

Wooyoung grimaced, clearing his throat and asking in an irritable tone, “Why are you just staring at me like that? You know it’s the truth. You can’t live without me, y/n. If you could, you would’ve blocked me after the first time we broke up.”

Ignoring his words, you walked over to the door and grabbed your bag, letting it dangle near the ground, instead of putting it on your shoulder, your distant gaze lowering until your vision grew blurry from the threat of incoming tears. “You know…now that I think about it, we should really stop doing this, Woo. It’s not good for us.”

He suddenly jolted up, his fingers gripping at the edge of the cushion below him, unable to hide the panic forming on his face. “Wh-what are you talking about? Jeez, I…I must’ve fucked you so hard, your brain stopped functioning,” he responded, letting out a nervous chuckle.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, appearing like you were in a significant amount of pain. You should’ve done this a long time ago, but there was always a small part of you that wanted to hold on, hoping that somehow all of your problems would magically disappear and you could go back to how everything was before. However, deep down inside, you knew that it was never tangible — even from the start. The two of you were just flawed, broken people who could never seem to build each other up, instead opting to tear down one another again and again. And it had finally gotten to be too exhausting for you.

Wooyoung felt like he was going to start hyperventilating when you looked up at him with a blank face, initially unable to see the tears fall from how fast you were wiping them away. “y/n…?” he called out shakily, dread forming within him, making him feel like he had a ten ton weight sitting inside the pit of his stomach.

With teary eyes and trembling lips, you opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out at first, causing you to clear your dry throat. You closed your fists tightly for a moment, before they slowly relaxed against the sides of your thighs. “Woo…it’s over. I just…can’t do this anymore.”

Before you realized what was happening, Wooyoung was already clinging onto you, tears dripping down his own cheeks and shaky, abrupt breaths being forced out of his throat, showing a side of himself that you had only witnessed once years ago. “D-don’t be fucking stupid!” he choked out, his fingers gripping the back of your sweater so firmly, you thought that he might rip the thin material. “You’re not leaving me!”

Your eyebrows lowered and pulled together, your lips still quivering, as you wondered internally why he had to make this so incredibly hard for you. It was difficult enough already; you didn’t want to let go of him, but you knew you had to for the sake of your sanity, as well as his. “Woo…please…We can’t do this anymore. We’re destroying each other. Can’t you see that...?” you murmured in a fragile voice, making a weak attempt to pull away from him, blinking away a few tears in the process.

Wooyoung shook his head violently, dropping his weight down on you and burying his face into your chest, his fingers clawing into your back desperately, shouting, “I don’t care!” He let out a few small whimpers, wiping his tears away by using the front of your sweater. “I’ll happily drown with you, y/n…” He pulled back slightly and looked up at you with empty eyes, an incredibly pained smile on his flushed face.

“No! That’s exactly what I’m talking about, you idiot! That’s so fucking toxic!” you protested, unable to keep your voice from cracking, while actively doing your best to stand steadily and peel Wooyoung off of you. “Get. Off!” You let out a sudden yell of frustration when you couldn’t get away from him, not knowing what to do at this point. “Please…”

Wooyoung tightened his grip around your body, until you could feel significant pain in your ribs, leaving you almost lightheaded. “No!” he shouted, with every ounce of his being, threatening to damage his vocal cords.

Feeling completely and utterly drained, both mentally and physically, you slowly slumped down onto the carpet, giving up and allowing your bawling ex to curl up around you like a frightened child.

Wooyoung had lost all control of his emotions, too traumatized by the thought of you leaving him to hold back in any sort of capacity. “Fuck…you…You’re staying…right here…!” he gasped out, in between sobs, his voice airy and weak. “You’re never…leaving me!” He lightly hit his closed fist against your back, stopping when he simply wanted to hold onto you again. “Never…ever…!”

You closed your tired eyes, leaning your head into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck and resting it there. “Okay.” Caving in, you gently stroked his hair and placed your other hand on his lower back, giving it light pats.

Wooyoung stiffened up for a second, still gasping for air, unable to quell his crying-induced hiccups. “You…mean…that?”

“Yeah…I mean it.” You relaxed into his body, holding him so close that you could feel his heart pounding against your chest. You nuzzled your cheek into his warm skin, noticing how he would jolt periodically from drawing in quick, fragile breaths. “I’m right here, okay? Now, just breathe…and relax…”

He followed your advice, concentrating on his erratic breathing, until he eventually calmed down, his rapid heart rate slowly returning to a normal one. “y/n…” he mumbled, gingerly moving up near your face and gazing at you for a second, before pressing his cold lips onto yours.

You didn’t resist him, not even noticing when your fingers automatically interlocked with his, until you felt him squeezing your hand. Once you shared a few gentle, heartfelt kisses, you pulled back slightly, looking into his sad blood-shot eyes. “Where do we go from here?” you asked, your voice barely coming out.

Wooyoung leaned his forehead against yours, his hand gripping yours so tightly, he threatened to cut off the circulation. “I…I don’t know, exactly…” he answered truthfully, letting out a pained sigh, his eyes still focused solely on your watery ones. “But I do know that I want you by my side.”

After listening to his words, you leaned back into Wooyoung, the tension in your body subsiding. “Okay…I’ll stay with you, Woo. I won’t leave...until you want me to.”

Letting go of your hand, he opted to wrap himself around you once again, resting the side of his face on your shoulder, his breath hitting your skin. Closing his eyes and feeling some sort of peace, Wooyoung smiled to himself. “Don’t be stupid, y/n. That’s never going to happen.”

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[mama-sunni]

Hello my sweet little goblins

So, this won't be a normal post, with no headcanons, stories, or art, I've had writer's block, and haven't had the time or motivation to finish the requests, but I do see them, and I'm slowly working on them, but this isn't about that, this is about some things that have been brought to my attention, or that I've seen here on Tumblr and other websites

TW: Swearing, Pedophilia Mention, Harassment Mention, Sex Mention, R@pe Mention, Racisism Mention, Homophobia Mention, Caps Lock

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So I've been seeing that people are overly horny for people such as actors, musicians, etc, now I usually wouldn't care, but this has gotten to the point where I'm actually disturbed, like, what the fuck guys, one of my friend has found that there's almost no fluff of one of their favourite characters, all the fluff they have found was requested by them, everything else is smutty (Sexual) and that's not a good thing, he might be 18 but he's not even over 21. and I've seen some of yall thirsting over literal minors, that's absolutely fucking disgusting. There are people who just want to live their life in peace, but people make it hell because they can't control themselves, like, let these poor people live their lives, they don't need to be constantly harassed for every little thing they do. I'll use K-Pop as an example, I don't care for it, and I've personally never got into it, I tried but it's not my style of music, but I'll go onto Wattpad or AO3 and see fan fics of the boy band members and I wouldn't care if it wasn't for the fact that it's Very sexual, like, the stories don't really have a plot, just smut, and not even good accurate smut, its inaccurate disgusting smut that was clearly written by somebody who doesn't know human autonomy, and some of them are borderline r@pe, and that's not cool. And for those who are like "mY ChaRaCteR iS FiCTioNaL" so are mine, but I respect the creators' boundaries and wishes for those characters, I do fanart and make fanfiction, but I do it within the boundaries of the creators, and I'm going, to be honest, some of the DCA stories on AO3, I hope the creators get punched, r@pe and Pedophilia should not be written in the way they are writing it. And for the fictional characters who are minors or minor-coded, you shouldn't be writing smut about them, and if you do write smut of them, you're fucking disgusting and I hope you get punched. I don't like making posts like these, but this needs to be spread, I'm tired of watching innocent people being harassed by people who probably have no life, haven't seen the sun in 8 years, and are probably old racist, homophobic, fat white guys. and if you see a gay ship, don't be rude about it unless it is a case of incest or paedophilia. I truly feel bad for those who come after me, those who have to suffer losing their innocents to the corrupt ways of our world, the capitalist hellscape and every other global problem, I wish we didn't have to deal with this, but the people in charge are old white guys with memory issues, as this ain't the 1950's anymore, yet a man from the silent generation is in charge, older than Boomers, ain't that something?

- Sincerely, SunniDrop

[hintsofhoney]

I posted 2,199 times in 2022

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but one thing i do know is the wave of happiness and like… peace that washed over me once i realized that bi was the missing piece for me&lt;3

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

cas and rowena roadtrip spin off when ??? (x)

1,278 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#4

*stripping music starts playing*

jensen:

1,587 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

Movie Night

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Summary: You and your best friend, Steve, have a movie night planned, but things don't go the way they're supposed to when Billy shows up.

Tags: smut, threesome, degradation kink, praise kink, Billy’s an asshole, Steve is protective, Eiffel Tower, p in v, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Don’t know where this came from, but I’m glad it did. I have a lot more in the works for Stranger Things, so keep an eye out! The ‘Are you getting fucked by stupid?’ line in this fic was directly stolen from Homelander; all credits to the writers of ‘The Boys’ for that one. Thank you to my biggest cheerleaders, @deangirl93​ and @treat-winchesterswith-kindness​, for beta-ing, I love you both to the moon and back! Hope you all enjoy the filth. 

You can also read me on Ao3! 

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“I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Steve –”

“I swear to God, Y/N, I’ll murder him with my own two hands.”

Steve was pacing back and forth in your kitchen as you watched from a barstool at the counter. You didn’t particularly care that Billy had taken nude photos of you; you had the idea first, after all. But apparently he had a whole lot to say about them in the local gym’s locker room – which you also didn’t really mind – but Steve certainly did.

“The way he talked about you, like you’re just some… some thing to fuck. God, I should have laid one on him right –”

“Steve!” you yelled, pulling him out of his murder spiral. He stopped pacing and looked at you, his hands untangling from his hair – the famous Harrington hair – and returning to his pockets. 

“What?” he questioned blankly.

“Look, you’re my best friend in the whole world, alright? And I appreciate that you care so much about me, but Billy and I… he’s as much of a toy for me as I am for him.”

Steve’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Okay, gross.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “All I’m trying to say is it’s not a big deal, alright? It really doesn’t bother me, so don’t let it bother you.”

“Don’t let it bother me? Don’t let it – I’m not going to let anyone – not even your,” he motioned vaguely with his hands, trying to think of the right word, “boy toy, Billy fucking Hargrove, talk about you like that. And you shouldn’t either, it’s dehumanizing.”

You chuckled as you slid off the barstool and walked over to him. You placed your hands on his cheeks – they were still cold from the outside chill of the November air; he had walked to your place as soon as he had left the gym – and smiled; your forearm against his chest picking up on his rapid heartbeat. “Steve, whatever Billy has said about me cannot possibly be more dehumanizing than anything he’s already done to me.”

Anger flashed over his face before he realized you meant sexually, making him jump back in horror, his features scrunching up in repulsion. “Great Y/N, thanks for that. I’ll be sleeping again, never.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’ll be thinking about how badly you wish you were doin’ things to me instead of Billy,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. You liked to think that you and Steve’s flirtatious teasing was the backbone of your friendship. It was how you two met – Steve made a comment about your ass one day after you got partnered up in science class, something like, ‘I’m glad we’re sitting next to each other now, but the view from behind isn’t too bad either’, accompanied with his classic Harrington smirk – and when you shot back with something snarky instead of dropping to your knees in the middle of the classroom like most girls would have because let’s face it – he’s Steve fucking Harrington – he decided you were different, so he stuck around. Three years later and that dynamic was still going strong, even after high school.

Steve coughed, seemingly caught off guard by your comment. “Yeah, you wish,” he bit back – his usual response when he didn’t have anything better to say. “Still good for tonight?” 

“Yes, of course. Speaking of, I’m gonna be late for work,” you sighed, checking your watch and grabbing your purse off the kitchen counter. You gave Steve a quick kiss on the cheek and patted it, adding a, “Please don’t go looking for ways to kill Billy Hargrove when I’m gone.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, alright, whatever. But I don’t like him, Y/N.”

You chuckled. “Neither do I, but man, is he a good –”

“NO! Get out! Go to work!” Steve exclaimed, ushering you towards the front door. “Go, get.” He practically shoved you out the door as you laughed, shaking your head as he slammed it shut behind you. 

“Such a prude, Harrington,” you said to no one but yourself as you made your way to your car.

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3,256 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

#2

laughing because I think that kripke and the cast genuinely thought that was gonna scar us. ive read worse while eating breakfast and holding a conversation with my mother, know your audience

3,987 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Freak

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: You can't get enough of Eddie's cock and he can't get enough of you.

Tags: 18+, rough sex, pwp, p in v, smut, dirty talk, praise kink, slight degradation kink, light anal play, rough oral sex (male receiving), crying during sex, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Started this last night at 1 a.m. and my brain wouldn't let me sleep until I finished it, so, here it is. Also using this as my entry for @huffle-pissed’s Vibes and Valentines challenge (months late, I know, ‘cause I suck) where my prompt was, “You like it that much, huh?”, and that’ll be in bold. Thank you to my darling @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing! GIF is mine. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

EDDIE MUNSON MASTERLIST | STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

“Jesussss fuck,” Eddie lets out, low and breathy as he watches you take him all the way in your mouth. You’re on your knees, thighs spread, topless, cheer skirt still on, and Eddie reaches down to brush some hair out of your face when you look up at him through your lashes, gentle and loving, like you’re not gagging on his cock. He grabs himself at his base with one hand before pulling back, and you release him with a soft ‘pop’. “Look at me, honey — good girl — let me see —”

You already know what he wants. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, keeping your lust-filled gaze on him.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he praises, tapping his cock on your tongue. He moves to drag it along your cheek and you start to follow it, hungry for more. He chuckles deeply. “You like it that much, huh? Jesus.” 

He seems enamored with you, almost, like he can’t believe this is real life even though you’ve sucked him off plenty. You nod eagerly in response and smile with your eyes, your mouth still open and waiting for him. 

“Shit, alright. God, you’re so good, baby,” he says, pushing himself into you again. You keep your eyes on his, tears forming in the corners of yours as his cock hits the back of your throat. “So, so good. ‘Course I’m gonna give you whatever you want when you look at me like that. Shit, are those tears, sweetheart?”

You nod around his dick, and you’ve got about 30 seconds left in you before you’re gonna need some air. You can feel the first few tears running down your face, and you know all too well what it’s going to do to him.

“Fuckin’ crying ‘cause you love my cock so much? Jesus — fuck.”

You take a deep breath through your nose when he finally pulls back, because you know what’s coming. 

“I’m gonna wreck that pretty little throat of yours. Would you like that, princess?”

You nod. Fucking please.

He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and then he’s thrusting into your mouth with abandon. The room sounds like the audio to one of Eddie’s porn movies — the ones that Steve sneaks him sometimes — gagging and panting and a dirty fucking half-choke, half-gargle coming from you every time he hits the back of your throat. Your mascara’s running, and you feel like you’re on a different fucking planet when he fucks you like this. Spit’s dripping down your chin, onto your skirt, and your arousal is definitely creating a wet spot on the floor where you’re sat. 

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He accentuates the Lord’s full name with three hard final thrusts, pulling out of you completely, grabbing you by your wrist and yanking you to your feet before you can even begin to process what’s happening. He bends you over the bed and flips up your skirt, dragging his cock through your folds once, twice, before entering you with ease. His hand is still in your hair, and he’s pulling your head up off the mattress as he resumes fucking you. 

You whine, turning your head to the side and opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, because as good as he felt, you needed something in between your lips. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me. Fuck,” he pants, giving you what you want by placing two ringed fingers in your mouth.

You wrap your lips around them, sucking and humming contently, as he keeps thrusting into you hard and fast. 

“So fuckin’ greedy, baby. Need all your holes fuckin’ filled to shut you up, hm?” He takes his hand out of your hair and moves it down to your ass, his thumb dangerously close to your hole. “Is that what you want?” he continues. “Be fuckin’ plugged up?”

You nod frantically, managing a desperate, “mhm!” around his fingers. He slows down his thrusts for a few seconds, spitting onto your crack, dragging it down with his thumb and circling your hole. 

“Right there?” he teases, and you could start crying again with need. 

You manage something that sounds like a “please”, and it’s good enough for him. He resumes his brutal pace as he sticks his thumb in, and it’s just to the first knuckle, but it’s enough to send you into a near-delirious state. 

“Good girl,” Eddie praises, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “So fuckin’ good at being so fuckin’ dirty.”

You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine, and he sinks his thumb all the way in in response. 

“That what you wanted? Jesus, you drive me crazy with your fuckin’ whining. Shit,” he speeds up his thrusts. “I give you everything you want and you still fuckin’ whine, you notice that?”

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[takaraphoenix]

Today's youth's blind trust on the internet genuinely terrifies me.

That starts with their reliance on carrds. For one, the inherent acceptance that what is said in those carrds is all true. As though nobody would ever lie about their age or gender or anything else, especially when that person is trying to prey on minors. They won't put "34 | real life pedo man | interested in little girls" into their carrds, they're more likely claiming to be a fellow 13 year old girl and thanks to your tumblr blog, they know exactly what you like so they know how to open a conversation with you. Which brings me to the other bad side of carrds; minors being so trusting in strangers that they put all their own information right there for anyone to see like that's not predator bait.

But the bigger problem that brought me here is the purity cult brainwashing that makes minors think that adults should be policed in fandom and the implications this has on minors.

To be allowed to engage with certain things, you first have to disclose whether you are a minor or an adult and if you're an adult, you have to disclose why you engage with it.

You may be excused if you do it to deal with a personal trauma. So please disclose your personal trauma; teaching kids that they should share their personal trauma with strangers too.

But if you just enjoy it as porn, that's disgusting and forbidden.

Might I note the utter lack of self awareness here, because quite frankly I find it much more concerning and disgusting that you spend so much time thinking about adults masturbating and what they are masturbating about. The irony of them sexualizing real actual people, while shaming those people for sexualizing fictional characters. That is so creepy and disturbing. When I was a teen, I just consumed the smut myself, I didn't waste my time wondering if the author is an adult and thinking about them getting off to that fic I just read.

Let's put the act of trying to police adults aside for a second to focus on the blind trust angle here too. You operate on the assumption that the author will tell you truthfully if they are a minor or an adult and then further you trust that they will be honest about their trauma or porn intention.

All adults annoyed by the purity cult could just start pretending to be 14 year old trauma survivors, just to get some peace amd quiet about this bullshit. What are you going to do, demand a copy of their ID and a signed letter from their therapist?

It is literally impossible to police who engages with fandom and how or why they engage with it. The assumption that you can is false because it relies on a non existing honesty. But there are impressionable minors, who get thaught that adults doing x is wrong and need to be policed so it's important that everyone discloses age, gender and personal trauma, to determine who the Nasty Adults are. And in youthful naivity - and I don't mean that as an insult; young people inherently trusting someone who projects themselves as an authority figure is how most societies work - they will disclose these things honestly and then consequently assume others will too.

Kids these days grow up in an internet culture that's trying to breed too much blind trust in the words of strangers while also teaching them to trust blindly by disclosing too much information themselves.

And that is completely terrifying to me, because your set goal of keeping creeps at bay is not just not met, you are laying all the information real creeps need right out for them and make yourselves easy prey.

[markleespitsbars]

on the edge ~ lmk

genre: smut, fluff, angst if you squint but not really

pairing: werewolf!mark x fem!reader

word count: 13.5k

warnings: SMUT (with plot): oral (f. receiving), loss of virginity, unprotected sex (reader has an iud), bulge kink, honestly pretty vanilla otherwise (cowgirl, missionary), hung!mark, praise, very inexperienced mark but he's desperate and it's cute

necessary context: this is a little one-shot i wrote as a spin-off for what was originally intended to be my lucas fic in the m&m series. more context on how exactly the werewolf world "works" in that universe can be read here (as it is not an omegaverse despite similar vocabulary appearing), but the specific context you'll need to understand mark's story can be read here. if you need context, please read both, but honestly this one-shot can probably be read without it if you're just up for some smut. please enjoy!!

“You two disgust me,” Baekhyun groaned, turning his head away from a giggling Y/n as Mark dipped his face into her neck and inhaled deeply. “At least get a room.”

Mark huffed at him. “You never complain when Kai does the same thing to Jess.”

“Kai’s the alpha, though,” Baekhyun countered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m not allowed to complain. But you? Disgusting.”

“Sorry,” Y/n told him with a laugh. “My roommate got a new perfume, and I think the smell is rubbing off on me.”

“I’m surprised you still call her your roommate with as much as you sleep over here these days,” Ten added from the kitchen.

“These days?” she repeated. “It’s been a week since the first night.”

“Yeah,” Baekhyun said, “and you stayed over the five nights after that and only went back to your dorm on Friday because you had a project due Monday.”

“Okay, okay,” she conceded. “I’ll just stop doing it if you have a problem with it—”

“No!” Mark whined, tucking himself into her further and making her smile. “Stay.”

So she shrugged at Baekhyun. “Can’t disappoint him.”

Baekhyun stuck his foot out, kicking Mark’s leg from across the couch. “You’re getting so clingy, pup.”

“Get an imprint and then see if you can help it,” Mark scoffed, tightening his grip on Y/n’s hand as he readjusted himself on the couch.

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to be clingy here when some people are trying to watch TV in peace.”

Y/n sighed, turning her head to face Mark. “You wanna go to your room?” she asked him quietly. “You can be as clingy as you want there.”

Mark whined, tucking himself further into her, but a few pokes and prods later, he was groaning and pulling back. “Don’t wanna move,” he mumbled. “I’m too tired.”

“Too tired?” she asked him with a weird tone in her voice. “Today, of all days, you’re too tired?”

It took him a second to process what she meant, but when he did, his eyes widened to the size of golf balls. “Today is Saturday,” he muttered, ignoring the way she giggled at his realization. “Okay, okay, let’s go,” he finally said, clambering off of her and tugging her to her feet. She laughed at his sudden energy, avoiding Baekhyun’s curious gaze as Mark took her hand and started to drag her to the stairs.

“Have fun, kids!” Baekhyun called after them, chuckling as they disappeared up the stairs before looking back at Ten, who was sending him a smirk.

“They’re going up there to fuck.”

“Oh, of course they are.”

Y/n giggled when Mark fumbled to close the door behind her, stammering wildly as he stared at the lock he’d just turned. “Um, I… fuck, uh… how… how do we start?”

“Start?” she repeated.

“Yeah, like… start.” He finally turned his head to her, his heart sinking when he found her expression cold and serious. “Sorry, am I… am I jumping the gun a little?”

“No—”

“If you changed your mind, we don’t have to do anything, seriously, I just thought—”

“Mark, wait,” she said, stepping a little closer to him and staring pointedly at his hand while she fought with herself on whether to reach out and grab it or not. Eventually, she settled on clutching onto the edge of his sleeve, and Mark’s hand almost instantly curled up to hold her forearm comfortingly. “I never changed my mind. I still… really want to do this. I just don’t want you to jump into it too quickly.” He was quiet for a moment, not really knowing what to say. “You know, it’s… your virginity. I figure it means a lot to you.”

“It does.”

“Then…”

Mark inched himself closer to her when she struggled to find her words. “Then what?”

She shook her head, still refusing to meet his eyes. “Just… I want you to be sure that this is what you want. And I know you’ll stand here for however long it takes to convince me that it is, but… but no matter how much you want me because of the imprint, I don’t want this to be you getting it over with before your rut. I want you to enjoy it. You deserve to enjoy it.”

Mark took a long breath, squeezing Y/n’s arm before pulling his hand back down to thread his fingers through hers. “I’d be lying to you if I said it wasn’t… partly because of next week.”

“Mark—”

“But I do want this. And I’m ready. And I want it to be you that takes it, more than anything else in the world, okay? I trust you, you know? To… take care of me. I’m not going to regret it or wish I’d waited. I want you… so bad. And that’s literally never going to change.”

She was quiet for another few moments. “You’re… sure.”

And he smiled at her. “Positive.”

“Then… yeah,” she said, finally looking up at him and grinning. “We can start.”

“Okay.” And they stood there, neither of them daring to move an inch until Mark broke the silence again with a chuckle. “How?”

“I don’t know!” she laughed, squeezing his hand as her smile widened. “I don’t usually… plan sex like this. Maybe we… I don’t know, Mark, you could, like…”

He huffed out a heavy breath, tugging her a little closer. “Can we just kiss?”

“Yeah,” she replied with a nod, shivering under his touch as his hand left hers and dragged up the side of her sweater-covered arm to the side of her face. “Yeah, I think that works.”

He nodded. “Okay.” And then his lips were on hers, soft and tender just to test the waters. She sighed against him, her arms coiling around his neck the moment their lips touched. It was slow—Mark never moved too quickly when he initiated things—but that was exactly how they liked it, at some leisurely pace that let both of them sink into each other’s arms.

Mark chuckled breathily when he pulled away, keeping his eyes shut as he rested his head against hers. “I’m really glad I wore sweats today,” he muttered.

“Why?”

He smiled sheepishly, reaching down to hold her hips in his hands and tug their bodies together. He sighed shakily when their hips met, a chill running up his spine at the little whimper that fell from Y/n’s lips. “That’s why.”

“You’re hard just from kissing me?” she giggled.

“I’m hard from thinking about what’s gonna happen tonight,” he scoffed, fingers digging into her hips. “But it… wouldn’t be the first time kissing you riled me up like this.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Shut up about it,” he whined, laughing and kissing her again. “You just… do things to me.”

She didn’t reply, instead pulling back to look at him as her right hand drew forward to caress his jaw. Mark’s eyes were already glazed over, practically sparkling as the moon peeked in from his bedroom window and gave them a little light. “Things?”

He snorted. “Do you feel my dick right now?”

“I feel it,” she replied with a laugh, wiggling her hips against his and watching the way his eyes fell shut at the pressure.

“S-Stop,” he breathed, but he instantly regretted it when her eyes widened and she teasingly stepped back from him. “Wait, no, I didn’t mean…” She was laughing before he could finish, scurrying back into his arms and tilting her head up to press a soft little kiss against the side of his neck. Mark hummed, holding her closer as his arms curled around her body.

“You’re so cute,” she giggled, smiling even harder when he groaned again. “You are!”

“I’m not.”

“You’re adorable.” Mark was close to stomping his feet and pouting at the way she cooed at him, his head tucked into her shoulder in embarrassment as she laughed brightly at him. “If you don’t like it,” she murmured into his ear, her voice low and sultry, “then do something about it.”

“Dude, I—” Mark cut himself off, squirming out of Y/n’s arms and pacing in a circle before pointing his finger at her. “I’m too awkward to do anything about it and you know it.”

She hummed in amusement, smirking at the crisis he seemed to be going through. “I’ll give you a pass since it’s your first time.”

Mark scoffed dramatically, trudging to his bed and flopping down on it. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?” he asked, crawling around until his face was buried in his pillows. “Forget the sex if you’re gonna make fun of me the whole time—”

“Mark, that’s not what I was trying to do,” she said, making her way over to him and perching her knee on the side of his bed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d take the cute thing this seriously. If it really bothers you… I can stop. I won’t do it anymore.” He rolled over onto his back, pouting at her.

“It’s not that, not exactly,” he grumbled, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m just trying to build up my confidence, and all of the cute stuff just makes me feel like… like I won’t be good enough for you. Is that weird?”

“Weird that you’re thinking it? No,” she answered, lowering herself down to his side and squeezing in next to him as his eyes lazily followed her. “But I think it’s a bit odd that you believe it.” Mark was about to open his mouth and retort, but she cut him off before he could. “You have nothing to be afraid of, okay? Nothing to be worried about. Not with me. You… trust me, right?”

“I’m just nervous—”

“And that’s fine,” she told him, cracking a smile. “I’m really nervous, too. But you can stop me whenever you want, alright? If it gets too much… we don’t have to do anything. Okay, sexy?”

Mark was about to sigh an “okay” of his own, but he realized halfway through what she’d just called him, and his eyes blew wide, his body sitting up straight in bed to meet her face. “What did you just say?”

“I called you sexy,” she answered with a snicker.

“Well, don’t force it!” Mark groaned, starting to laugh along with her. “Sexy is just weird! I’m not sexy!”

“You’re not cute, you’re not sexy,” Y/n said in exasperation, crossing her arms over her chest as Mark kicked his legs over the side of the bed. “What are you, then?”

“I dunno,” he replied, still laughing hard. “I’m just Mark.”

She snorted, moving to straddle his hips as her fingers began to thread through his hair. “Okay, just Mark. Your pet names are brilliantly creative.”

“Shut up,” he chuckled, hands finding their home on the sides of her waist and squeezing.

And she giggled, leaning in close and kissing him softly. “Weirdo.” For some reason, Mark didn’t find himself arguing with that one, instead rolling his eyes with a growing grin on his face. “Am I forgiven?”

He exhaled slowly, pretending to think about his answer. “I guess so,” he eventually said, “but I still think you have to make it up to me.”

“Oh?” Y/n replied with a chuckle. “How can I make it up to you?” She felt her heart jump as Mark leaned into her, his lips closing in on her neck and trailing softly up to her ear, his hands tightening their grip on her sides as his fingers slipped under the hem of her sweater.

“Let me eat you out this time,” he mumbled, sending chills up her spine. “Wanna taste you.”

She felt herself nodding before the words could even fall from her lips. “Okay,” she breathed, heart leaping in her chest. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Mark sunk against the bend of her neck and shoulder, cringing at himself. “That was so painful to say without cracking,” he laughed, yanking his head up and looking her in the eye as he drew one of his hands to the side of her face. “Sexy enough for you?”

“I’m sure you can feel how hot my face is,” she replied, leaning into his palm. Mark chuckled, running his thumb over her cheekbone. “But to be honest, you could’ve asked to fuck me with your tongue in the most awkward and embarrassing way possible, and it still would’ve caused this reaction.”

“Don’t overexaggerate.”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s better than sex. It’s literally the best feeling in the world. The fact that you’re even offering is making me… I don’t even know.”

“Wet?” he finished for her meekly. She burst into a fit of giggles, nodding and rolling her eyes.

“Yes, Mark. Wet.”

“But what if I’m bad at it?” he asked, chewing on his bottom lip. “You seem to have… really high expectations.”

Y/n cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do you produce saliva?”

“…Yes.”

“Is the inside of your mouth warmer than the air in here?”

“…Probably.”

“Then you’ll do fine,” she assured, ghosting her lips against his. “It’s more about the feeling than the technique. You can’t be bad at it. Besides,” she said with a finger lifting to smudge across his bottom lip, “it’s sort of all I’ve been thinking about all week… having these lips down there.”

Mark gulped. “Seriously?” he muttered, eyes wide as she nodded.

Y/n hummed at him. “It’s kind of ridiculous how much it’s been going through my head, actually. I’ve been beating myself up for telling you no last week.”

“Well, I… guess I’ll make up for it tonight, then.” He could feel himself stiffen against her, made all the more obvious by the surprised shift of her hips when she felt him twitch beneath her. He was entranced by the soft gasp she let out at the feeling, at the way her lips hovered just out of his reach, begging to be kissed. And all Mark could think of was how lucky he’d gotten, how incredibly fortunate he was to be able to call her his.

“I wanna touch you,” he admitted quietly, hands sliding down her sides and resting on her thighs. “Can I touch you?” She nodded, breathing out slowly. “Where?”

And she smiled, resting her own hands on top of his. “Anywhere,” she replied, smiling softly. “Everywhere.”

“That’s vague,” he grumbled, uncomfortably running his fingers over her thighs as his eyes slowly raked over her. “I don’t— You… you gotta help me—”

But it was like she was a few steps ahead of him, smiling gently and taking his hands in hers to give them a squeeze. “You can start here,” she whispered, guiding his fingers to rest faintly across her collarbone. “Just work your way down whenever you’re comfortable with it.”

His fingers were soft against her clavicle, practically trembling from anxiety and anticipation. “And just… hands? Or…”

“Hands,” she affirmed. “Lips, tongue, teeth, anything.” And then she brushed a few hairs away from his face, giving him a look that bordered a dangerous line between sultry and innocent as her voice dropped down to a whisper. “I’m all yours tonight, okay? Just… experiment. Get a feel for it. I’ll be right there with you.”

He nodded, finally dragging his fingers slowly across the cotton fabric of her sweater, trailing up to her neck. “How do you feel about marking?”

She felt a shiver run up her spine at the thought. “I’m not… gonna tell you no,” she said, “but I still think for full satisfaction points that you should wait for your rut.”

Mark chuckled. “Yeah, that’s fair,” he mumbled softly, ghosting his thumb over the deep fuchsia bruise that was still peeking out from the collar of her baby blue sweater. “Think I should cover his or make my own?”

She giggled. “Jealous much?”

“Yes,” he said, brow tugging into a frown. “I have to stare at his stupid handiwork every time I look at you.”

“Oh, that’s no fun,” Y/n teased, pinching at his cheek.

“He’s lucky your scent is stronger than his,” Mark muttered, leaning into her neck and tugging her collar down to get a better look. “He’d be dead if I had to smell him on you for the rest of my life.”

She smiled, fiddling with his hair. “You’re kind of hot when you’re possessive.”

Mark smirked as he pulled his head back. “Am I?”

She hummed, dragging her thumb down the center of his forehead and pressing it against the crease between his brows. “Don’t get so bent up over it,” she said with a gentle smile as she massaged the crease out. “If this thing on my neck meant anything, I wouldn’t be here right now. But I’m with you, right? That’s all that matters.”

Mark relaxed, letting his head tip back toward the ceiling as she fanned her palm over his cheek again. “You’re right,” he whispered, tugging his gaze back to her and letting his hands wander until they’d settled at the sides of her chest, clutching gently at her ribs. “This okay?” he asked, eyes flickering between her face and his hands.

She smiled. “Mhm.”

“And…” Mark found his thumbs drawing little patterns beneath the crease of her chest, sweeping them upwards as softly as he could manage until he heard her exhale shakily as the pads of his fingers ghosted across her clothed nipples. “And this?”

She giggled, rubbing at his forearms as they shook beneath her touch. “Mark, you’re fine,” she assured him. “I want this. I want you to touch me.”

“Okay,” he murmured, shaking his head in disapproval at himself. “Yeah, I’m dumb. You did say anywhere, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she chuckled, squeezing his arm to soothe it. “No more fear tonight. No more apologies. I promised I would stop you if I ever needed you to, right?” He nodded. “Right. So until that happens… I’m yours. And I want you to touch me like I am.”

“Shit,” he breathed, heart pounding at the sudden control she was giving him. And then he moved his hands, brushing by her nipples once more as he trailed down the front of her body.

His thumbs slipped slowly under the hem of her sweater, lifting it just high enough that he could stare at the supple skin that peeked out from beneath it. He wanted to pull it higher, to pull it off, but he was hesitating. “Hey,” Y/n said softly, getting his attention. “You know… you’re not signing your life away for taking my shirt off.”

Mark sighed. “I just want to make sure I’m, like, ready to take mine off… before…”

“That’s what I mean, though,” she said reassuringly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, whether I’m fully clothed or completely nude, okay? If you’re still too nervous—”

“No,” Mark interjected quickly, shaking his head. “No, I’m gonna do it. I have to do it.”

“Mark—”

“For myself,” he finished, sensing the way she was going to tell him not to strip for her sake. “I have to prove to myself that I can.” And his hands traveled further into her shirt, sliding up her bare stomach until they were prodding at the base of her bra. “Please,” he murmured, fingers hot on her skin, “let me prove it.”

She nodded, smiling warmly at him. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

His voice dropped to a whisper as he lifted his elbows, tugging the hem of her sweater with them. “Arms up.” And she obeyed, unable to conceal the smile on her face as he tugged her sweater off of her and tossed it off the foot of his bed.

Mark’s eyes twinkled when they started to flit over her newly-exposed body. She was… something else, really. Otherworldly. Mark couldn’t describe it. He mumbled out something incoherent as his hands found her again, dragging over her sides and squeezing at her waist so he could watch the skin move under his touch. And then his fingers slid upwards, slipping just underneath the band of her bra and curling around her body until he was perfectly in position to slip it off. He was losing himself, slowly but surely, and he knew he’d be gone the moment it was.

She leaned in to kiss him, sealing his fate as his nails curled ever so slightly into the skin at her ribs. Y/n sighed at the feeling, sucking Mark’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugging on it. “Off,” she breathed with a smile when she let it go, and Mark found himself swimming in the depths of her gaze as he obeyed as if in some sort of trance. She only leaned away from him for a split second as her bra slipped over her head, but she went right back to kissing him as the chilly air pricked at her newly-exposed sensitive skin.

Mark couldn’t even look at her. He was too entranced by her lips, his eyes shut in bliss as his arms looped around her sides, caging her arms to her body. With little mobility, Y/n’s hands perched at Mark’s hips to try to keep herself upright as shivers tingled down her spine from the thrill of the kiss and the wind from Kai’s shitty, too-cold air conditioner.

But Mark was warm. He always was, even when it was just his hand she was holding, or when it was late at night and she could feel his heat through his clothes as she drifted off to sleep. So she stuck close to him, perfectly content to be squeezed against his chest as he kissed her senseless.

“Touch me,” she muttered against his lips as soon as the cold air had taken its toll once more. And Mark was all too quick to oblige, his right hand slinging back around to the front of her body and sliding between their chests to carefully palm at her breast.

He was groaning in satisfaction before she was. “So fucking soft,” he thought out loud, finding himself squeezing just a little harder. “How are they so…”

She pulled back to watch his face when his eyes finally dipped down to look at her, and something about the sight of his jaw clenching and going slack in quick succession had her breathing going haywire. She watched him gulp, felt the hand on the small of her back press her just a little closer to him, heard the way he was quietly stuttering expletives as a furious blush crept up on his cheeks.

And apparently Mark felt it, too, because he was laughing awkwardly as soon as he noticed her sly little grin. “I know my face is red,” he told her. “Don’t call me cute.”

Admittedly, she had wanted to. Because he was cute—outrageously so. But she wouldn’t, for his sake, not when he had explicitly asked her not to. “I wasn’t going to,” she lied, taking her free left hand and sliding it through his hair. If Mark could tell she was lying, he didn’t mention it, his focus instead honed in on what was resting in his palm. He toyed with it slowly, carefully, watching intently the way her skin molded to his every touch like it was made of clay.

Something instinctual overcame him in that moment, some primal urge to just… be closer. So when his head dipped down to pepper kisses up the swell of her other breast, he was surprised when the hand that had smoothed his hair down threaded its fingers into his locks, squeezing the roots ever so gently as if silently asking him not to pull away.

And the fucking smell of it all… Mark was lost in some hazy cacophony made up entirely of her scent, tingles fluttering through every nerve in his body as he inhaled deeply. Her breasts caved in under the pressure of his lips, and Mark shoved down the urge to nip at them. She’d told him last week to go easy on her.

He kissed up her collarbone, up her neck, back to her face, his hands finally taking her by the jaw and holding her in place as his lips moved against hers. “Wow,” he murmured, all too aware of the feeling of her chest prodding against his as she tried desperately to hold herself closer to him. “I think I’m going crazy.” And he felt his stomach churn in delight when she smiled brightly at him, her eyes squinting in a breathy little laugh. “You okay?”

She nodded, her smile not faltering for a second. “Yeah. It’s just cold in here.”

Mark sighed, running his hands up and down her arms in an attempt to warm them up. “Sorry,” he replied. “I don’t control the temperature.”

“It’s fine,” she told him, shaking her head. “Just get me under the covers before I turn to ice.”

Just as she was about to pick herself up off of him, Mark stopped her, tugging her by the thigh to keep sitting as she sent him a confused look. “Wait, I… before you do that, let me… I…”

Y/n could sense it in him, could see the way his hands closed into fists and opened again in a slow, nervous cycle. “Hey,” she said, getting his attention. “You sure?”

He nodded. “I-I’m ready.” He went to grab the back of his neckline, just about to pull his shirt off, but he stopped himself. “Can you… actually, I, uh… I-I want you to do it,” he stuttered, slowly reaching forward to grab her hands.

“Me?” she asked him hesitantly, nearly shaking as he looped her fingers around the hem of his shirt.

He nodded. “I’m ready… but I think I might chicken out if I do it. So… please, Y/n.”

“Okay,” she whispered, watching him carefully as his eyes shut, arms moving upwards just high enough to prepare for when she started to take it off. “I’m… gonna do it now, alright?”

“Mhm.”

She found herself closing her eyes, too, when she began to lift his shirt. It was terrifying, being given this much control over something Mark was so afraid to show her. But it meant that he trusted her, and that was something that calmed her just enough to follow through with it.

Her eyes peeked open when she had Mark’s shirt bundled in her hands, but as she was about to toss it on the ground, her eyes landed on the scar on his ribcage, and she froze.

It would’ve been modest to call the thing a scar, really. It looked like an open wound, black and purple and red, cutting deep into his skin in places, tugging at his untainted skin almost to the point of giving him stretch marks. This was what he considered healed? It looked like the attack had just happened yesterday.

Mark felt her silence. It weighed heavy on him, filled the room with a tension he had tried desperately to prepare himself for but knew he’d never be ready to face. “Say something,” he mumbled, his heart pounding just a bit harder as the air grew thicker.

But she didn’t. Her voice was gone, all the air in her lungs wiped from her body at the sight of the remains of whatever horrible accident had befallen him. And she had a strong stomach—it wasn’t the gore of it that had her at a loss for words—but the sudden reality of it all had hit her like a truck.

Mark finally cracked his eyes open to gauge her reaction, and some strange mixture of horror, relief, and fear began to swirl within him when his gaze landed on her. He breathed her name, barely getting her attention. “Are you… are you crying?” he asked her softly.

She sniffed hard, averting her eyes from the scar. “Am I?” She dabbed at her cheeks to make sure.

“Don’t cry, Y/n, please don’t,” he begged, clutching at her face with his palms and smudging her tears away as she began to crumble in his arms. “Hey…”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered pathetically, lunging forward until she was hiding in his shoulder. “I don’t… I-I don’t know what I was expecting, b-but…”

He shushed her quietly, lifting her head back up to meet her puffy eyes. “Is it that bad?”

She shook her head, hiccuping again as Mark tried to calm her down. “No, no, it’s just… I don’t think I ever realized j-just how much you went through.”

And Mark felt his heart skip a beat at her words. “Wh… What?”

Y/n inhaled sharply, crossing her arms over her bare chest to keep out the cold as she tried to explain. “I mean, I… I knew you’d been attacked, I guess? But the… the trauma you must’ve gone through, just the healing process alone, it… I never really thought about why you… why you were always so scared.”

Mark breathed out an “oh,” surprised at the outburst and still very cautious of where it would lead. “You don’t… have to cry,” he told her gently, reaching up to her face and scooping her tears with a feather-light touch of his knuckle. “I’m okay now.”

She shook her head slowly, tossing her head back to the ceiling to try to blink back her tears. “I’m sorry,” she said again, “for being so dismissive about it.”

“What?” Mark asked, confused. “You weren’t dismissive. The fact that you never treated it like something to be scared of is the only reason I had the courage to do this in the first place.”

“But…” She sniffled again, looking back down at him as he took her face in his hands, bringing her a soothing warmth. “Doesn’t it hurt you?”

Mark smiled softly at her, thumbs grazing over her cheeks rhythmically. “Not anymore,” he answered. “It did for a while, since I couldn’t really go to the hospital for it—”

“What?” she exclaimed, eyes wide. “You… you never got this looked at by a doctor?”

He shrugged. “Jess is pre-med,” he said casually. “The stuff they make for wolves is… pretty powerful. Morphine on steroids, basically. And she patched me up as best she could. But no, I couldn’t have really… explained any of this to a doctor.”

“Mark, it could get infected—”

“Look,” he said, leaning forward and silencing her with a single, gentle kiss that left her breathless. “I really appreciate how concerned you are. I’d take concern over fear or resentment or disgust any fucking day of the week, Y/n, but I’m okay. I know how it looks, but it’s healed. It’s just a scar. You don’t have to worry yourself sick over me. I mean that.”

She nodded, feeling her chest flutter when Mark kissed her one more time for good measure. “You have no idea how much it means to me… that you did this.”

He smiled, fingers gliding down her arms until he took her hands in his. “You deserved to know. And I’m… relieved that you’re not, like, running away.”

She squeezed his hands, lifting them until they were resting by his shoulders. “I promised you that nothing would change, didn’t I? I swore to you that I’d stay. I’m not taking that back. Why would I?”

“Because it’s fucking horrifying to look at?”

“Don’t say things like that, Mark,” she scolded, leaning back just a little to rake her eyes down his body again. “You’re… actually so gorgeous, it’s kind of intimidating.”

Mark made a strangled noise of confusion, his face flushing hard at her comment. “I’m not…”

“You are,” she nodded, taking her hands out of his and running them down the front of his chest, swirling to the sides and brushing over his scar as he trembled under her touch. “Every fucking inch of you.”

His voice was frail, unsure. “You… mean that?”

And she smiled. “Every word.”

And it was like weights had been thrown off of Mark’s shoulders, his heart drumming in his chest at the genuine smile on her face, that crinkle by her eyes when he smiled back at her. And then he was kissing her like his life depended on it, shivering beneath her timid fingers as they drew little patterns into his scar. “You can get under the covers now,” he told her with a heavy breath, and she laughed, like a little bell, crawling off of his lap and dropping onto her back, her head hitting his pillow with a quiet thud. “Fuck,” Mark sighed when he looked at her, at the way her hair fanned around her face, at the way her breasts sank to the sides from their weight. “You’re incredible.”

She welcomed him into her arms, unable to hide the flush on her cheeks as he slotted himself between her legs and draped himself over her, supporting himself by his elbows as he continued to kiss her senseless. The inhibitions were gone now, the fear melted away and replaced only with comfort and trust. Mark shifted his body onto one arm and used the other to trail down her body, kneading her breast and drawing soft exhales from her between kisses as her own hands squeezed at his sides.

“What do I do now?” he asked quietly, moving his hand down to her waist almost as if to test the waters, to see if she’d be okay with him traveling lower. But her response knocked the air from his lungs, his spine tingling as her hips jutted up against his in an almost involuntary show of need.

“Just touch me, Mark,” she breathed, clutching onto his left arm as it rested beside her head. “Please.”

His body was moving with a mind of its own now, his hand falling to the bottom of her thigh and starting to work its way back up. He really didn’t mean to tease, but it seemed, at least judging by the desperate face she pulled as his fingers dragged up the inside of her leg, that it was all she felt he was doing. He dipped his head down to her neck, kissing over the bruise that painted her skin; he’d be damned if he let the scent of that thing stay on her forever. And, just like it’d done the first time he’d touched her there, her whole body seemed to seize at the feeling, a broken moan tumbling from her lips. Mark hummed at the sound, his hand gripping just a little tighter at her thigh as it trailed even higher.

His fingers were edging the crux of her hip, and it was all too noticeable for Y/n, who was dragging her body in any direction she could manage to try to get his hands where she wanted them. But Mark was patient, his palm still on her inner thigh as he mindlessly suckled on her neck.

And then his fingers moved, daring to brush over the warm spot between her legs, and Mark wished he could’ve saved the sound she made. It was high-pitched and helpless, a far cry from the teasing tone she’d been giving him day in and day out for the past week. And it tossed him onto cloud nine when her hand shot to the back of his head, twisting his hair between her fingers and squeezing at the roots. “More,” she whispered, hips chasing his hand as he moved it slowly.

Mark could only nod against her, desperate to give her exactly what she wanted. So he pressed a little harder and started to rub, trying to draw from whatever shitty porn he’d watched at some point in the past. “I have a stupid question,” he murmured.

“You’re a virgin,” she told him. “There are no stupid questions when you’re a virgin.”

He chuckled softly, picking his head up to meet her glazed-over eyes. “Where… Where’s your clit?”

She smiled, nudging his shoulder a little until he was sitting back on his heels. “Help me take these off,” she said, tugging at the waistband of her sweats, and Mark was quick to grab them and slide them down her legs, feeling his mouth water at the sight of her in nothing but her little blue underwear. “So… get back where you were.” He did, his hand finding its spot on her again through the thin fabric as his eyes screwed shut from the heightened intensity of the warmth and dampness. “Okay, so… so what you’re gonna do is stay right in the middle… and just move your fingers up towards my belly button.”

“It’s that high up?”

“No,” she answered with a laugh. “I’ll tell you when to stop. You’ll know when to stop.” Mark nodded cautiously, leaning back over her body and intently watching her reaction as he dragged his fingers up.

And she was right when she said he’d know. There was a moment—brief, but one that he caught—where her entire body stiffened, thighs tightening around his hips and back arching just the slightest bit off the bed. She gnawed on her bottom lip, reaching her hands up to take Mark’s face in her palms. “Right there,” she whispered.

Mark pushed a little harder. “Here?”

And Y/n nodded. “Yeah, just… fuck, just little circles, nice and easy… just like that, fuck.”

“Okay,” he breathed, rolling his fingers over the new little spot he’d found. It was laughable how hard he was now, straining even through the comfortable stretch of his sweats. And the way she was moaning, softly and lightly, hands smoothly traveling over his body as he timidly worked hers to its limit… Mark could only have dreamt of what she’d sound like under him. But here she was, slowly crumbling to pieces… and it had him desperate for more. He groaned a little, trying to shift his weight to take some of the pressure off. “It hurts.”

“It hurts?” she repeated, snapping out of her little trance with immediate concern. “What hurts?”

Mark almost laughed at the sudden distress. “My, uh, my dick.” She glanced down, catching sight of the almost offensive tent in his pants, and her gaze softened.

“Oh,” she said, her tone mellow and soothing as her hand left his face to trickle down the side of his body. “Poor baby.” And Mark barely had another second to breathe before the air was knocked out of him as her knuckle delicately slid over the underside of his clothed cock, making him clench his jaw to muffle what would have otherwise been an embarrassing moan. “So busy making me feel good that you forgot you need to be taken care of, too?”

He could only strain out a “please,” hips trembling under her touch. She cooed at him, tugging him closer and starting to massage him through the fabric as he tried to keep his movements on her clit going. But it was hard, and things were becoming overwhelmingly hazy for Mark, who couldn’t even tell anymore what he was moaning for. “I don’t wanna cum yet,” he panted, eyes clenched tight. “Please, I don’t wanna…”

She listened to him, drawing her hand back and kissing him softly. “We can take a break if it’s too much.” But he shook his head in response. “No?” she asked. “You wanna keep going?”

He inhaled deeply, nodding. “Can I taste you?” he asked in a single breath, cupping her and almost passing out at how warm she felt.

She giggled, kissing him once more. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He smiled, shimmying his body out of her arms and making his way down to the foot of the bed. “You’re not gonna stop me this time, right?” he asked, palms slowly trailing up her bare, sensitive thighs. Y/n shook her head, exhaling shakily from anticipation. “On or off?” he asked once his fingers reached her underwear, and he played with the hem while he waited for her answer.

“You can take them off if you want,” she told him quietly. “Gets kind of a pain having to keep them tugged to the side.” And he nodded, hooking his fingers under the waistband and waiting for her to lift her hips.

Mark’s ears went red when he finished taking them off of her. Her, all of her… laid bare in front of him, dripping with need, ready and waiting… it had his cock twitching in its confines and his heart drumming in his chest. He crawled back up to her face, dropping to his elbow on top of her and kissing her deeply as his free hand splayed over her body. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her, squeezing at her hip. “I can’t… I can’t believe you look like this.”

She was stunned into silence at the heartfelt compliment, eyes widening at him as her cheeks burned beneath his. “Mark…”

“I mean it. I’m really fucking lucky.”

She wanted to scold him for being so sweet. Who was he to make her feel the way she did? But she couldn’t get any words out, her throat tight and dry as she watched Mark’s eyes twinkle while they raked over her body. This… this, finally, was what it meant to feel wanted. So she dragged him into another kiss, showing her appreciation that way until she found her voice. “Thank you,” she whispered when she pulled away. “Really.”

And Mark smiled softly, pressing his lips to hers in a silent response before working his way back down to her core. And he stared at her for a moment, hands grazing over her inner thighs as he all too gently held them apart, until he cracked. “Help,” he said with a chuckle, looking up at her face. “I have no clue how to do this.”

“But you seemed so confident last week!”

He laughed when she did, throwing his head back at the ceiling. “I was running on instincts then, I don’t know! I’m… I’m nervous now!”

She smiled, reaching down to grab one of his hands. “Just take it easy, okay? Get comfortable, get in close, and just… do what feels right. I can guide you if you need me, but there’s really no, like… textbook way to do this.”

“Okay,” he agreed, shifting down to his stomach and scooting closer to her body so that his head was between her legs. The smell was too much to bear now, clogging his sinuses, so strong it felt like it was wrapping around his brain. He glanced up at her, and she nodded as if to give him the green light. And then, with all the courage he could muster, he stuck his tongue out.

It was a timid lick at first, barely enough for Y/n to even feel it, but it brought back the familiar feeling that Mark had felt last week when he had first tasted her. So he tried again, probing her hole with his tongue until she sighed. He watched her carefully, desperate for the validation. And he smiled to himself when he saw her eyes shut gently, a content little smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

He licked harder this time, and his heart throbbed in his chest at the sudden feeling of her hand clasping at the back of his head. “More,” she pleaded softly, glancing down at him and almost melting at the sight of his pupils blown wide from the taste of her. Mark wasted no time in giving it to her, his tongue starting to lap between her labia.

He could’ve died on the spot when he heard her moaning, sighing in an almost otherworldly state of bliss as her thighs clamped around the sides of his head. But he didn’t like how they were covering his ears, blocking the sound of her sweet, sweet noises from him, so he took his hands and splayed his palms over her inner thighs, nudging them further apart so he could hear her better.

“Mark,” she breathed, barely able to look down at him without her eyes rolling back in their sockets from the dedication he was putting into it. But he stopped at the sound of his name, hands massaging her thighs until she placed hers on top of his. “You can get closer. Go faster. I don’t bite, you can… you can pull me closer.”

He nodded, sort of sensing what she meant by the way her hands tugged at his fingers, and he finally wrapped his arms under her thighs, tugging her so close that his nose was tapping her skin with every breath. “Am I doing okay?” he asked her.

“Mhm,” she hummed, combing through his hair, her voice breaking out into a soft little whine when his nose nuzzled right up against her clit. She didn’t know if it was even intentional, but she loved it. “Please, Mark,” she whispered, bucking her hips against his face.

Mark moaned embarrassingly when her cunt shoved itself against his lips, his cock throbbing in its confines as he opened his mouth and went back in for more. Her hands were threaded through his hair now, grasping onto the roots for dear life as quiet little whines sputtered from the back of her throat whenever his lips, chapped from the late November air, would slide across her skin.

He pulled back to take a single breath, eyes locking on his next target. And then he dove back in, lips closing around her clit as his tongue played with the nub. And Y/n whined a little louder, trying to push his face harder against her until his entire sense of being was clouded by her scent. He was smelling her and tasting her and hearing her sweet little moans and feeling her thighs tremble under his fingers, and it was growing too much for him.

“I… I’m gonna cum,” she panted, toes curling as his tongue slathered over her messily. He didn’t have the best form, but there was something about how unexpected and erratic his movements were that had her stomach twisting, the cord inside of her spiraling tighter until it was about to burst. “Mark, I…”

He hummed against her clit, gripping her tighter before opening his mouth to run the flat of his tongue straight up her slit, collecting every last drop of what she had to offer him as her back curled backwards. “You taste so good,” he breathed, eyes flickering between her dripping cunt and her tightly-screwed face. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of it.”

“Mark,” she huffed, trying to get him back on her before the feeling dissipated. “Make me cum. Please.” And her voice was no louder than a whisper, her forehead glistening with a little line of sweat. “Please, I’m so close.”

And it threw him into overdrive, the way she was begging for him. “What can I do?” he asked quickly, sliding his tongue through her folds as he waited for an answer.

“My… my clit,” she breathed. “I don’t care what, just—” He was two steps ahead of her, his mouth already back on the little nub before she could finish her sentence. “Yes, there,” she moaned, her back arching even harder as she held his head down against her. “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming…” Her voice trailed off into a quiet, high pitched whine, legs trembling around his head and knuckles going white in his hair. Mark sank back down, licking long stripes up her slit and savoring the sudden increase in sweetness that thinly seeped out of her. “Mark…”

“Holy shit,” he murmured against her.

“Mark—”

And then he was whining back when her hands tugged on his hair, pulling him off of her. “I didn’t want to stop,” he pouted.

“And I didn’t want you to,” she replied back breathlessly, words falling out quickly so she could say them before she had to breathe again. “I just get… really sensitive when I cum, and sometimes it can be a bit too much.”

Mark smiled wildly as he crawled back up her body, his hair tousled and lips shiny from the aftermath of what he’d just done. “Too much?” he repeated softly, cradling her face with one hand and watching intently the way she sucked in a hiss as the outline of his cock skimmed her clit. He felt himself shiver at her reaction, all too desperate to do more, do everything with her. “Did I tell you how fucking incredible you taste?”

Y/n burst into a fit of giggles, hands settling on Mark’s cheeks as her legs instinctively curled around his waist. “Probably more than once, but my brain is a little fuzzy,” she slurred, thumbs rolling across his cheekbones as she lazily admired his features. “God, you’re pretty.”

Mark hummed in amusement. “Your eyesight is as fuzzy as your brain, apparently.”

“Stop, I’m trying to compliment you!”

“Says the girl who can’t take a compliment to save her life,” he quipped back, and she playfully rolled her eyes, falling back on the bed defeated but smiling instantly when he swept back down to kiss her swiftly. “Holy shit,” he murmured against her as he pulled back.

“What?”

“We’re… actually gonna do this, aren’t we?”

She let out a quiet chortle at his sudden change in demeanor. “If you still want to.”

“Fuck, of course I still want to.”

“Then… let’s do it.”

“Great,” Mark said, exhaling heavily. “Awesome.” And then he looked around, his face contorting into something akin to distress before he glanced down at his pants. “I should, uh…”

“Probably.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, rolling off of Y/n for a moment to shimmy his sweats down his legs and dragging his boxers with them. He caught the air in the room shift, and he looked down at Y/n to see her jaw slacked, lips parted subtly, eyes wide. “You okay?” he asked her as he climbed back onto the bed, brushing her hair to the side and waiting for her to snap out of her trance.

She blinked a few times as she came to. “Yeah, just… I forgot how big you were,” she replied sheepishly, trying to force herself to look at his face without her gaze falling downwards. “I’m having a bit of a crisis.”

Mark’s face fell. “Is it not gonna fit?”

“No, no!” she exclaimed, chuckling. “It’ll fit fine. But… it’ll be… really tight.” Mark nodded in understanding. “Just go slow, yeah?”

“I, uh… yeah, yeah, of course,” he stammered in response, a bit embarrassed from the conversation. But his thoughts were elsewhere, eyes flitting anywhere but at Y/n’s face until she couldn’t help but notice.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked him gently, resting a hand on his shoulder and massaging the skin softly. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

He shook his head. “No, I want to,” he replied. “Just… what if I screw it up? What if I’m really bad or I cum in five seconds or if I can’t make you—”

“Hey, hey,” she soothed, running her hand up to his face and caressing his jaw. “You’ll be fine. I know this, the whole virginity thing, it means a lot to you, but…”

“It’s not… just my virginity,” he muttered, unable to meet her eyes. “It’s like… for months now my entire world has revolved around you whether I wanted it to or not, and if you hate this, if you never want to do it again… I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. Like, I have to have you, and that’s… that’s not a choice for me like it is for you, and I probably sound like I’m guilt-tripping you by saying all of this but—”

“Mark,” she said, catching his attention just as he was about to clench his eyes shut. “It’s your first time. I know that. No expectations, remember? This is about you, and it’s about getting you comfortable with this so that what’s happening right now doesn’t happen next week. You don’t have to blow my back out. You don’t have to fuck me stupid, okay? Just calm down… deep breath…” He reluctantly did as she said, feeling himself inhale more shakily than he wanted. “You can do this. I’m not going to hate it. How in the world could I hate it when it’s you?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

“Would it help if we flipped over?” she asked. “You want me to ride you for a bit? Just so you can get used to the feeling without any pressure to, like… actually move.”

Mark paused for a moment before meeting her eyes timidly. “Actually, yeah, that might, uh… yeah, can we try that?”

“Mhm, of course,” she said, leaning up to kiss him once before gently nudging his body until he was flipping onto his back, sinking as comfortably as he could into the pillows, his cock standing free against his stomach. And Y/n crawled over him, slick cunt sliding over his cock as she took a seat on his torso and leaned over him. He hissed out a few expletives at the warmth of it, his hands almost instinctively reaching out for her hips.

“You’re so perfect,” he said absentmindedly, fingers ghosting down her thighs as she settled into position. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

She smirked a little, lips dotting down the side of his neck while her hand busied itself nudging between their bodies. Mark’s pulse picked up when she took hold of his cock, stroking it softly just like she’d done a week before, spreading the little bead of precum that had leaked out of his tip down the rest of him to lube him up a bit. And when he shuddered out a broken moan, she shushed him gently, lifting her head to pepper kisses up to his lips. “Ready?” she asked him, grinning mischievously as her thumb swiped around his frenulum and tugged another breathless sigh from the back of his throat.

Mark nodded quickly, eyes clenched shut as he tried to focus on not cumming at the mere thought of being inside of her. But he was right there, her hips lifted, the tip of his cock prodding at her entrance… it was too much, so much that he could hardly breathe through the anticipation. “Please,” he choked out, and it was the only word he could manage before his mind went blank.

Y/n sank down on his cock slowly, almost torturously so, but she was worried if she went any faster that she’d tear something from the stretch. Mark was huge—felt even bigger than he looked, especially in this position, and she was trembling with every inch she put inside of her. Her breathing became labored, little huffs following every movement as she stabilized herself on his chest, her face twisting in discomfort.

After a long and surely much too loud moan, Mark finally opened his eyes, hands wandering up her sides to help her ease her way down. “Does it hurt too much?” he asked her quietly, not trusting his voice after whatever animalistic noise had just come out of his mouth.

But she shook her head. “No, no, I’m okay,” she assured him, finally reaching the base of his cock, relaxing in his lap and trying to regulate her breathing. “You’re… holy shit, you’re big.”

Mark chuckled, eyes roaming over her body. “I’ve never felt more guilty for having my ego stroked,” he said with a bit of a wince, tucking her hair behind her ear when it fell over her eyes.

“Feels okay?”

“Feels… fucking incredible,” he admitted, shutting his eyes again. “It’s warm. Tight.”

“You want me to move?”

He smiled. “Do I? This is nice.”

“Mark!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he exclaimed, taking her face in his hands for a moment before running them down her arms and locking his fingers with hers. “Yeah, I’m ready if you are.”

She smiled softly at the intimate gesture, squeezing his hands in a sort of confirmation before pulling hers away and setting them back on his chest. “Okay.” And then she was picking herself back up, rocking forward onto her hands to support her body as she slid his cock halfway out of her and shallowly sank back down. Mark bit his lip hard, trying to keep quiet at the slick, soft feeling that had coiled suffocatingly around his cock, at the way he could feel every little groove inside of her. Y/n grinned, leaning her body down over his and kissing gently at his temple as her words came out so close to his ear that it had Mark shivering. “You can let it out.”

He shook his head. “No, the other guys would never let me live it down,” he said shakily, his hands finding purchase on her thighs, feeling the way her quads contracted under his fingers with every movement of her hips. “Jesus, fuck,” he groaned under his breath, tossing his head back into the pillows and staring at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes. “Baby, I’m not gonna last very long.”

Y/n felt her heart go fuzzy at the little pet name, at how natural it sounded coming from him. “It’s okay,” she replied, grimacing at the burn in her thighs as she kept her slow rhythm going. “Just cum when you need to, alright?”

But Mark shook his head, humming out a little huff of disagreement. “No, I wanna make you cum, too, I… shit.” He sucked in a breath, hands wandering up her sides until his thumbs could swipe absentmindedly at her nipples. “You’re so… God, fuck, you’re so hot, I…”

“Hm?” She leaned down over him again, kissing him slowly and drawing a desperate groan from his lips as she pulled away. “What is it?”

“I want…”

Her hips slowed against his, and in an effort to ease the strain in her quads she started rolling her hips sideways, grinding down into him and letting a soft little moan tumble from her lips as they rested close enough to his for him to feel her breath. “What do you want, Mark?”

He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, fighting the need to buck his hips into hers as the words formed at the back of his throat. “Wanna fuck you. God, I… I need to fuck you,” he murmured, his voice slurred as his mind went hazy.

“On top?” she asked, only to be met with a slow but needy nod as his hands almost started tugging her to flip over. “Well, go ahead, then.” She giggled at the desperation, picking herself up off of him and rolling onto her back, sighing at the relief in her legs as Mark followed her blindly, one hand resting near her head for support and the other one beginning to lazily stroke his cock. He nearly whimpered at how warm and wet it was, at how good it felt as he tugged at it, his hips lowering to rest right against hers.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said quietly, leaning into her and pressing his lips to hers, only just having enough energy to pucker them. And she nodded, her palms splaying out on his chest and roaming up to his neck where she held him close. They gave each other one last final look, and then Mark pushed himself inside.

She winced as he did, the stretch still burning almost more than she could bear. Mark watched her in concern, on high alert at the frail squeak of his name as her hands held him a little tighter. He shushed her gently, bending forward and kissing up her jawline to soothe her. She whined softly as he bottomed out, tugging his head up to hers so she could look at him, eyes glossy and lidded.

“You okay?” he asked her gently, cupping her jaw in his palm and angling her eyes to meet his. “Does it hurt?”

She shook her head, letting out a shaky breath. “Just really tight,” she muttered in response. “You’re so deep.”

“Can I move?”

She winced again as he twitched inside her. “Give… give me a second,” she breathed, and he hummed in acknowledgement, brushing his fingers through her messy hair to occupy himself in an attempt to get his mind off of all the sensations around his cock. “It feels really good, Markie,” she said, her voice no louder than a whisper.

He felt himself shiver at the nickname, if only for the way she said it; he didn’t even think she realized she’d called him that, considering how glazed-over and hazy her eyes were. But he smiled nonetheless, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face as he looked down at her. To see her so vulnerable, to know that it was him causing it… it had his heart soaring. “Just tell me when.”

“Can you kiss me?” she asked quietly, eyes flickering up to his as her hands laid themselves on his cheeks. “Wanna kiss you a little.”

“Anything,” he replied, letting her hands drag him closer until their lips were moving rhythmically against each other, only the faintest bits of tongue peeking out. It was a decent distraction for a while, but his attention was honed back in on his cock when he felt her tighten around him for a moment. “Holy… fuck,” he hissed, forcing himself to stay still after a completely involuntary twitch of his hips that had Y/n’s eyes squeezing closed. “Sorry, sorry,” he grimaced.

“No, it’s… you’re fine,” she breathed, fingers delicately trailing down his body again. “Sorry I clenched without warning.”

“Don’t ever fucking apologize for that ever again,” he countered quickly, causing her to laugh, staring up at him with a bright smile.

“You can move now,” she said, slipping her hands under his arms and around the back of his shoulders. “I’m okay.” And he smiled at that, leaning down over her as he timidly pulled his hips back and pushed them forward again, careful not to go too rough with her. She let out a shaky moan in response, gripping onto him tighter and giving him a nod of encouragement. So he did it again… and again, and again, and by the time Mark had finally figured out exactly how to move his hips, her eyes were screwed shut in something between pain and bliss.

It was taking every ounce of self-control inside of him to keep Mark from cumming on the spot. The way she was clenching around him, so warm and so tight, almost as if her cunt was trying to suck him back inside every time he pulled out… it was like he was going insane. He was fucking delusional at this point, so far gone that he could barely focus on anything except his growing orgasm and the quiet, needy sounds he was drawing from her.

A loud whine, one way more animalistic than either of them were expecting, snapped him back to full attention, and his eyes opened wide with fear as his movements halted. “Did I hurt you? Everything okay?”

Y/n practically whimpered at the sudden loss of friction, moving one of her hands to his ass to get him going again. She didn’t trust her voice, not after what she’d just seen—it had her barreling closer and closer to her high every time her eyes glanced down at it.

And he reluctantly started thrusting again, watching her worriedly. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, leaning down to press little kisses along her jaw.

But she shook her head in his hold, fingers tightening on his shoulder for a moment before leaving him to stroke down the front of her body. And she moaned hard when she felt it, her back almost folding in half at the sensation. “I can see you,” she breathed, “inside me. Holy shit.”

“Hm?” Mark asked curiously. “What do you mean?” And then her hand was on his cheek, tugging him away from her jaw and tilting his head down until he was staring at her stomach. “O-Oh,” he stuttered lowly, hips slowing down at the realization. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”

Every time he pushed inside of her, his eyes would land on a little protrusion on her abdomen, just above her pubic bone. And it would sink back down when he pulled out, only to bulge back out when he slid back in.

He held himself deep inside her, tracing his thumb around the faint outline. He was so focused on it, he probably could’ve been drooling and he wouldn’t have noticed. “I think I’m gonna cum,” he said lowly, blinking a few times to ground himself as he leaned back down over her. “Like, soon. I… Jesus Christ, Y/n.”

She nodded, latching back onto him as his chest nearly rested against hers. “Me, too,” she said faintly, legs curling around his waist.

Mark panted as he stared down at her. “What can I do to get you there faster?” he asked, his tone almost nervous. “I don’t wanna leave you hanging if I cum too soon.”

And she smiled at the question, at how he had repeated his exact words from earlier. “The answer is always the clit, baby.” He smiled back, thankful that she was doing her best to ease the tension, and brought his thumb to her swollen nub, rubbing smooth circles into it and feeling himself twitch when she clenched hard around him, her quiet little whimpers growing more desperate.

He groaned out her name, dropping his head into her neck and muffling his noises into her skin. “I’m gonna fucking explode.”

She nodded, shaky hands coming to rest at the sides of his ribs, her left palm ghosting over his scar as her thumb darted out to touch his nipple with just as much care and tenderness as he’d had when he touched hers. He doubled over at the feeling, moaning loudly, no longer caring about who was going to hear him. “Cum with me, Markie,” she whined, her back arching up into him at the sound of his helpless little moans right in her ear and the feeling of his cock spearing her open. She was dangerously close to the edge, practically teetering off of it, and then Mark pinched at her clit as his teeth sank gently against the cushion of her neck, and she fell.

Her left palm splayed itself over his chest as she came, the fingers on her other hand working their way down to his waist to pull his hips even tighter against hers. And he was right after her, her orgasm forcing her to practically suffocate his cock, sucking it in and milking it for all it was worth. He shoved himself inside of her as deep as he could, holding himself there and letting go with a tender, high-pitched moan. And he was babbling words he couldn’t even comprehend, only half-sure that he’d even said her name as he tucked himself further into her neck and savored the way her back craned, taking the opportunity to slip his arm under her body and hold her tightly against him.

She was whimpering afterward, cunt still reflexively squeezing him every few seconds. “Mark, baby,” she whispered, looking down at him as he still laid panting against her neck, little whines escaping his lips every once in a while.

“I don’t think I can move,” he muttered back, his arm tightening around her waist. “Fuck, I don’t want to move.”

“You wanna just lay here for a little?” she asked, smoothing down a few misplaced hairs on his head as he nodded, lips pressing gentle kisses into the hollow of her jaw. She shoved down the way it made her shiver. “Okay,” she agreed softly, fingers still combing through his hair. “Take a few minutes.”

And she did as well, relaxing into the sheets as Mark carefully set his body weight down on top of her, making sure to support his weight enough on one side so that he didn’t crush her. And Y/n sighed, smiling blissfully. She felt so full, so warm, far more so than usual now that she could feel Mark’s cum soaking up her insides as he stayed put, keeping it all plugged up.

She welcomed the rush of emotions that hit her like a truck as Mark clung to her, his breathing finally steadying over the course of a couple of minutes until it was so slow and gentle that she almost thought he was asleep. But he wasn’t; the ghostly sensation of his lips on her neck would still tickle her skin every once in a while, reminding her that he was only resting, relaxing much in the same way she was.

She twisted her head to the side and kissed his hair, finally letting her hand fall to the back of his neck and down his back. “I do need to pee at some point,” she said quietly, making him giggle. “You can’t fuck me if I have a UTI.”

He sighed, picking up his body and putting his attention on where his cock sat inside of her. “That’s a good enough reason for me,” he said, moving his hips and pulling his half-softened cock out of her, eyes gleaming at the way his cum followed, oozing out of her in weak little spurts as her cunt throbbed from the sudden emptiness.

“Close your mouth or you’ll start drooling,” Y/n joked, reaching two fingers down between her legs and scooping up his cum as she shifted her body out from under him. And as she stood from the bed, she glanced over her shoulder at him, sticking her fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean with a little wink. She laughed loudly at the sight of Mark’s eyes rolling backwards, grabbing her sweater from the floor and slipping it over her head, just for a bit of protection so she could sneak across the hall to the bathroom unnoticed.

And when she was gone, Mark flopped down onto his bed, turning onto his back and grabbing a few tissues from his nightstand so he could wipe himself dry. He bit his lip at the sensation, not expecting it to be so overstimulating. And he almost expected himself to go hard again just from the feeling, but he managed to keep it down, too exhausted to manage another erection.

Y/n pattered back in after a few minutes, smiling gently at Mark, who had slipped under his covers and was probably already dozing off. He was still naked, considering his sweats were still strewn across the floor, and he had his left arm extended, almost as if reaching out for her. The sight had her heart skipping beats, had her mind racing. “Hey,” she greeted softly as she approached the side of the bed.

Mark’s eyes barely opened, and he frowned. “Take this off,” he mumbled, grabbing and tugging at the hem of her sweater. She giggled, slipping it over her head again and almost instantly moving to hug her body to keep the heat in. “Quit shivering, c’mere.”

And she smiled wider, sliding in beside him and snuggling as close as she could, their legs stacked on top of each other in a tangled mess and her head slotted into the crook of his neck. His fingers ghosted along the outside of her thigh, soothing her into the same, almost hypnotic state of relaxation that he’d found himself in.

“Was I okay?” he asked.

She hummed in response. “Better than okay,” she said. “Really, really good.”

And he nodded. “That’s… a relief.”

Y/n angled her head up to face him, dancing her fingers across his chest. “How was it?”

“That’s a loaded question,” he replied, and she chuckled before he gave her a better answer. “I feel like I’m floating right now. Like I could die happy.”

“Good,” she said, grinning at his lidded eyes and lopsided smile. “I’m glad I could help.”

“I feel really lucky,” he continued, his hand trailing back up her thigh before holding onto her waist gently. “Of all people I could’ve imprinted on… I pick the actual best person in the whole world.”

She shushed him jokingly, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, I’m not the best.”

“You’re perfect,” he said sincerely, grip tightening on her waist as his eyes finally opened fully. “You’re actually perfect.”

“Stop!” Y/n cried, tucking her head back into Mark’s neck and trying to shove down the way her heart was pounding in her chest. She was so close to him that she was worried he could feel the effect he had on her. “You’re gonna make me go crazy.”

“Crazy for me?” he asked, a little lilt in his voice that had Y/n laughing harder. She tossed her arm around his torso, hugging herself tighter against him and shaking her head in his neck.

“When did you get so flirty?”

He shrugged. “I’m a new Mark. I’m Not-A-Virgin Mark.”

“Shut up, weirdo,” she scoffed, playfully hitting his chest and rolling onto her back away from him. He was testing her, edging her closer to a reality she was way too afraid to step into. She was scared, terrified, even, of making it real.

Mark smirked, taking the opportunity to flip himself on top of her, making her squeal in surprise. “Make me, sunshine.”

Her jaw went slack, ears ringing, any snarky comeback she’d had on her lips lost in the suddenness of his actions and words. “You… sunshine?”

And Mark flushed, his mouth opening and closing a few times. “H-Hey, you were supposed to kiss me, not question what I called you.”

So she rolled her eyes, lifting her head to briefly meet his lips. “Now I’m curious.”

“It’s nothing,” he murmured, averting his gaze and picking at his sheets. “It’s kind of… I don’t know, sappy and pathetic? Poetic but in a bad way?”

“You seem oddly nervous, Not-A-Virgin Mark.” And he collapsed into her, banging his head against her shoulder a few times as she laughed.

“Don’t use my words against me,” he whined, picking his head up and pouting at her. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Say it.”

“No!”

She frowned. “Come on, for me?”

And he sighed, unable to resist her when she placed her hands on his face and gave him puppy eyes. “It’s like… you know how I’m a wolf?”

She snickered. “I had no idea.”

“Y/n—”

“Sorry,” she said with a little giggle, pecking his lips softly. “Go on.”

He rolled his eyes, exhaling shakily. “So… wolves, right?” She nodded. “Like, the whole thing with wolves is… the moon. Our world kind of revolves around the lunar cycle.”

“Mhm.”

“And you’re, like… the sun.”

Her body went rigid with chills, a little glow of warmth building in her chest. “The sun?” she repeated quietly.

Mark nodded, scoffing at how stupid he sounded. But he’d already gone way too far to turn back now. “Yeah, it’s… it’s weird. I always thought I was, like… cursed, or something, but you… sort of remind me that there’s more to life than just what the wolf in me demands. When my whole world is dark, you’re like… a little glimmer of sunlight.”

Her voice was frail, timid. “Mark, that’s… that’s so thoughtful, but… I’m literally the physical embodiment of everything that the wolf in you demands.”

But he smiled anyway despite her less than comforting response. “I guess so? But I don’t really see it that way. Not anymore, at least. You’re… a lot more than that now. Like… I still need you, but I… sometimes I feel like you’re the only thing keeping me sane.”

And just like that, the dam overflowed. She felt her eyes watering, felt her throat closing up, and she reached up to tug him into a hug, nudity be damned. “I like you, Mark,” Y/n finally admitted, holding him close as his arms wound around her. “I really, really like you. A lot.”

He chuckled. “I like you, too, if that wasn’t obvious.”

“I was just…” She pulled back from him and rested her palms on his jaw, watching the way his dark eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at her. “I was always scared it was only… like, surface-level for you. That you only cared about me because you had to. And I didn’t want to get invested when you couldn’t…”

She couldn’t even finish, too lost in her own thoughts to form words. But Mark smiled, cutting her off with a slow, meaningful kiss that had her gasping for air when he pulled away. “Look who’s rambling now.”

“Mark—”

“I mean it,” he said, taking one of her hands off of his face and holding it in his. “I’m a little surprised myself, if I’m honest, but… I don’t want you doubting for a second how I feel about you. You mean the world to me. Way more than any instinct could force me to.”

He thumbed at the one little tear that was threatening to slip down her cheek, and she smiled. “Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow?” she asked quietly. “A real one, just the two of us. We can go after the hunt, take your mind off of it.”

He nodded, lips upturning in a soft but genuine smile. “Of course I do.”

And she hugged him again, pulling him down to the bed beside her and snuggling in close. “Wait, one condition.”

“Condition?” Mark repeated. “You have a condition?”

Y/n nodded into his chest, not daring to look up at him. “Can we drop the stupid imprint thing?”

“…What?”

“I just… want to be normal. I want to go on dates with you and hold you and kiss you and not have to think about why we’re even able to be like this. And I want to go out with you at night and meet your friends and I don’t want the introduction to be awkward because you can’t tell them what I am to you. I just want to be a normal couple.”

Mark breathed deeply, the implication of her request making his heart throb. “So… you wanna be my girlfriend?”

She finally craned her head up to look at him with a nervous expression. “Can I?”

“Fuck, of course you can,” he said too quickly, dragging her lips to his and kissing her hard. “I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend for months now.” And she giggled at his fast response, sniffling the last of her tears back and hugging him tight. “I seriously got so lucky finding you.”

“That makes two of us,” she agreed. “But don’t think you can start saying cheesy shit now just because you have a title.”

“Oh, you’re never gonna hear the end of it.”

“Mark!” she whined, laughing.

“Why would I not talk all the time about how pretty you are?” he asked, laughing when Y/n started kicking her legs around like a kid throwing a tantrum. “Or how you’re smart and funny and generous and forgiving and so accepting of all the really shitty parts of me, you’re just… I swear you’re perfect.”

She shook her head, groaning at his sincerity to try to calm the flutters in her stomach. “You’ve reached your compliment quota for the month.”

Mark chuckled, tugging her closer and dipping his head down to press his lips into her hair. “A quota is not a limit.”

“This one is!”

And he laughed harder, lifting her head to kiss her properly this time. “Perfect,” he said into her lips, grinning at how the word made her sigh against him. “You know you like it when I call you that.”

“I like it when you kiss me, idiot,” she said, chuckling. “Calling me perfect is just… the metaphorical cherry on top.” And a brief moment of silence passed before she backpedaled, lightly hitting his shoulder. “But quit doing it!”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded, taking her face in his palm, “you’re free of my harassment for the rest of the day.” And he kissed her again. “But you’ll never be free of those.”

“That, I’m okay with,” she told him, giving him a few more gentle kisses before snuggling back down into his side and mumbling into his chest. “You make me really happy, Mark.”

He scoffed. “That’s my line!”

And she hummed, giggling and holding him tighter. “Too bad.” He groaned, reaching down and patting her ass as punishment. Y/n yelped, laughing harder and grabbing his hand to keep it away from her.

But he only smiled at her, lacing their fingers together and gently nudging her to relax against his chest. “Let’s get a little nap in, yeah? Dinner should be ready in a couple of hours.” She nodded, exhaling slowly and shutting her eyes with a little hum of agreement. And he bent down and kissed her head before nuzzling back into the pillows, beginning to doze off himself, the glimmer of what he hoped would be forever finally within reach. “Sweet dreams, sunshine.”

[asahipleaseloveme]

Stay

Asahi Angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, angst, cheating, dubcon (slight), hand job, oral (male receiving), degradation (slight). (please let me know if there is something I missed)

Author's Note: Not really an Asahi x reader fic. Just been feeling angsty, while also trying to write some smut. Feedback is appreciated.

Tagging: @axoxtxhxh

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Asahi stared at the ceiling fan going around and around. The only noise aside from the fan was your light breathing as you slept. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful sleeping with your face pressed against Asahi’s shoulder. How he wanted to enjoy this moment; to soak it all in and ingrain the image in his head forever. But as soon as his phone lit up, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this peaceful image. His phone seemed to illuminate the entire room. He quickly grabbed it from the nightstand and quietly slipped into the bathroom.

“You’re late. You have 30 minutes to get here, Sweets.”

He sighed and threw on some clothes he found laying around. As he walked out of the bathroom, he stopped and stared at you. He decided against kissing you goodbye, for fear that he would wake you. And that’s something he was not ready to do yet. For a man of his stature, he’s learned to be light on his toes.

Asahi arrived at his destination and softly tapped on the door.

“Toshiko, let me in,” Asahi sighs.

What am I doing here?

“I don’t know, Azumane. You’re late and you know how I feel about tardiness,” the woman on the other side huffed.

“Toshiko, please. I-I’m sorry I’m late. It won’t happen again.”

What am I doing here?

“Azumane, you’re lucky I’m generous,” she said as she unlatched the lock. “Now, get in here and take your clothes off.”

“Um, actually Toshiko, I..I..we need to talk. I can’t keep doing this. It-It’s not right. We-”

“What are you going on about? I’m only going to say it once more. Clothes off. And sit. NOW,” the woman said with force in her voice.

Asahi did as he was told and stripped for the woman. He took his position in the chair she had prepped for him. He assumed this position just as he had numerous times before. She handcuffed his hands behind his back to thwart any attempts at stopping her work.

“Azumane, you’ve been avoiding me. First, last week when you “fell asleep”, then when you had to work late, and now tonight when you were late. You know how I feel about this, Sweets. I will not tolerate it,” she says with a smile. Sickeningly sweet could be the best way for Asahi to describe that smile.

What am I doing here?

“Toshiko, can we please-”

His plea was cut short by a backhand.

“Your time for talking has passed, my dear. You can speak when I tell you to speak.”

The sting from her backhand lingered, but Asahi knew better than to speak out again.

Asahi stared at her with sad eyes. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he hasn’t found a way to get out.

She grabbed his cock and started stroking. He was slowly getting harder, holding back his moans, much to the displeasure of the scornful woman.

“For fucksake, Azumane, you could at least try to be excited to see me. You used to enjoy our time together.” She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face close to her’s. “You’re getting really annoying. Get your shit together and start enjoying yourself, yeah?”

She released his head with a shove. But he remained stoic. She attempted to get him aroused again, this time moving her hand faster and with more twisting motions. Asahi’s body was betraying his mind. He was able to keep composed...until she took him in her mouth. Her tongue twisting around his tip was causing him to come undone. He tried to keep his moans quiet. But when she took all of him, choking on his cock, a gasp escaped his lips. His toes started to curl; one of his little ticks to indicate that he was getting close. She released him from her mouth and continued to stroke him until he was almost at his tipping point and then...she stopped, denying him his orgasm.

“Aww, naughty boys don’t deserve rewards,” Toshiko mused.

Asahi was breathing heavily, but said nothing.

“Up until a few weeks ago, you’ve always been so good for me. Since I’m so kind, I can give you release...if you beg. I’m the only one who knows how to really please you, anyway. So, Azumane, beg.”

“No.”

That was not the response she was expecting; and to his surprise, it wasn’t what he was expecting either.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I said no. I’m done with this. With you. I don’t need you. I have someone. Someone who loves me.”

“Oh, someone who loves you? Ha. If she really loved you, don’t you think she would have noticed you leaving her in the middle of the night? She obviously doesn’t care that much about you. And if she doesn’t care about you, she doesn’t love you. Who could love you? You are completely worthless. You can’t even follow simple instructions. You’re lucky enough as it is to have me. Simply because nobody else could want you. Now, beg. Or I will tell your little girlfriend where it is you’ve been sneaking off to.”

Something inside of Asahi snapped. He fully realized the circumstances of his actions. He was able to break the handcuffs that bound him and began gathering his clothes. Toshiko was not pleased with his actions.

“Are you stupid? Sit back down.You are going to stay. You listen to me, Azumane. You will never, and I mean never find anyone as good as me. Hey, I’m talking to you,” she grabbed at his hand. He pulled his hand away and with his other hand he grabbed her jaw and brought his face down to her level.

“No, you listen to me, Toshiko. You have never been good to me. You’ve never been good for me. Even when we were dating. You are mean, hateful, and you never cared about me. I can’t believe that I’ve possibly ruined the most important, meaningful relationship I’ve ever had because I was scared of displeasing you. I just-I can’t believe I’ve let this go on for as long as I have. So, yeah. I am stupid. But you don’t have to worry about my stupid ass anymore. Good-bye, Toshiko.”

Asahi released her from his grip. He slammed the door to her apartment, leaving her bewildered.

As soon as he got home, he slid down the door and dropped his head in his hands. He felt disgusting. He didn’t know how he was going to tell you. He sat there for a few more minutes, before finally getting up to take a shower. He was practicing what he was going to say when he heard the door quietly open.

“Hm, Asahi?”

He heard your soft, sleepy voice.

“Uh, I’ll be out in a minute, babe.”

“Mmm, okay,” you rubbed your eyes and went back to the bed.

A few minutes went by and Asahi came back into the bedroom, dried and dressed.

“Is everything okay, Asahi? You’ve been gone for a while and I tried texting you.”

Asahi took a seat next to you on the bed. His phone illuminated the room once again, this time with a text reading, “I’m willing to forgive that little stunt of yours. All you have to do is come back. We can work something out.”

You can see his face from the glow of his phone. The look of disdain and discomfort washed over him.

“Asahi, please. Stay. Don’t-don’t go. I don’t know what’s going on, but please stay,” you choke out.

“Oh, ______,” the tears started to fall from his eyes. “I...I have to tell you something.”

[jkeuphoriadreamland]

The Good Boy- pt. 3 | KTH

⌖ Pairing: f reader x taehyung ⌖ Rating: 18+M  Words: 4.4k ⌖ Genre: Librarian!Taehyung, Yandere!Taehyung/Obsessive!Taehyung ⌖ Warnings: smut, gas-lighting, manipulation, teasing, thigh humping, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being buzzed, rough kissing, possessive themes, mommy kink, mommy issues, implied inappropriate step-mother and son relationship, mentions of past trauma, semi-public sex. ⌖ Summary: As the saying goes, never judge a book by its cover, but when you find yourself falling for the new employee at work, you throw caution to the wind, letting temptation lead you down a spiraling path of deception.

**Italics are past events***

If you are easily offended by fucked up yandere behavior and fucked up minds that really do not make sense and you know in your right fucking god dam mind that you would never do such implicit disgusting things- THEN THIS IS NOT THE FIC FOR YOU!

You hide the next day, and into the rest of the week as well. You couldn’t face him, not after what you had done. Even Cici called you non-stop wondering where the hell you’ve been. You had texted her letting her know that everything was alright, but the truth was you were way too deep in your head.  

Tae texted you several times as well wondering if you were okay and why you hadn’t answered his messages, but you did what any shy, mortified girl who had acted like a completely desperate woman would do, you left him on read. He stopped after the fourth day only to show up in and around your work area unannounced. You felt bad seeing how he searched for you while you hid in the corner by the wall of your work station. You had never crossed lines with a coworker before and it was frustrating you as to whether or not you could work with Taehyung after having done what you did.

It was getting harder and harder to stay hidden especially when the library started picking up activity. It was summer break for most and families started piling in. You were thankful for being busy but dreaded the inevitable reunion you knew was bound to happen. It’s when you see your supervisor walking towards you that you realize you wouldn’t keep your peace for long.

“____, there you are. I was wondering if you were even here. If it weren’t for you clocking in I’d think you were skipping work.”

“No, I’ve been here..just busy. What’s up?”

“I have a request for this book and I can’t seem to find Taehyung. You used to work in stacks so I need you to find this book for me. It will be picked up tomorrow morning, so I’d like to have it a.s.a.p.”

A feeling of dread comes over you at her request. You knew exactly who you might find and although you were a bit anxious, you secretly felt a sense of anticipation.

“Okay, yeah..I’ll go see if I can find it.”

“Thank you, _____. Bring it to my office when you find it, or just drop it off at the check-out.”

You nod and watch her walk away. Hugging yourself, you turn towards the dreaded elevators hoping you don’t lose courage. The ride down seems to take forever, and every new floor you pass makes your stomach flip. Reaching the end of the line, you step off slowly, turning to look both ways before proceeding.

You don’t hear or see anyone, a little creeped out by ambiance. The lighting was never really any good, and no matter how many times it had been repaired, it was always dark. The shelves that line the walls seem endless, as do the ones in the center of the room. If it weren’t for your previous experience, you’d feel lost and scared, but what scares you isn’t the room. Shuffling your feet, you inch closer to the section you need, breathing as quietly as you can. You muse that he was probably on lunch break and that’s why your supervisor had no luck finding him.

You rub the tips of your fingers over the books, reading the titles in a rush. The hairs on the back of your neck rise when you hear a quiet cough. Craning your neck, you attempt to find the source of the noise in order to avoid its owner.“Ah ha..” You whisper, quickly finding the book and tucking it under your arm in order to rush out of the already tense situation. Looking around again, you hike back to the elevator ready to press the button, but a hand stops you.

Slowly moving your eyes along the arm, you meet the face of the one individual you didn’t want to run into. He’s blocking the button with his hand, his body wide and tall daring you to move it. Your brain kicks into overdrive thinking of what to say to diffuse the obvious irritation written all over his face.

“Tae..hi...I didn’t know you were here...I was just-”

“Stop.”, he cuts your words short, nostrils flaring as he steps closer to you.

Biting your lip, you step back, book clutched to your chest, eyes focused on the stare Taehyung is currently assaulting you with. It’s bordering on menacing, yet concerned. He had a reason for acting this way, but you feel scared nonetheless.

“Where have you been? I’ve called and texted you. I thought something happened to you. I’ve been worried sick. And now, you just show up as if nothing is wrong? I looked for you. What were you thinking?”

All the questions he throws at you are unanswerable. You knew why he was upset, and yet you’re completely overwhelmed with his attention. You had never had someone get so worked up over you, ever. His voice isn’t loud, but it’s gravelly and low. You do the only thing that comes natural to you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry...okay? I didn’t mean to worry you. I didn’t think tha-”

“Exactly! You didn’t think. You should know better. I’ve been so worried. I missed you.”

The hand on the button makes its way to your cheek, a thumb softly caressing your skin as his voice shifts from domineering to restrained. His features, which were once molded into displeasure have softened completely. You can’t help but to feel a sense of gratification at being wanted by someone so much when all you thought about was how he might regret what you had done on the phone.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I was just so stressed.”, he calms his tone, smiling softly with delicate and gentle eyes.

You sigh against his palm closing your eyes at the light feeling of his touch and words. Your eyes flash to him once more, instantly regretting it when you see how he bites his lower lip while staring at your mouth. He’s getting closer and the dark room makes it more dangerous, more forbidden.

“I’m the one that should be sorry. I’ve been so..n-nervous to talk to you. I couldn’t face you. I’ve never spoken to someone like that on the phone before.”

Tae smiles, easily rolling his fingers to the back of your neck, easing your tension with a slow massage. His long fingers unwind your tense muscles as he hums in response.

“Is that so? You have no reason to be nervous with me. I loved the way you sounded. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You can’t believe that the moment you dreaded has finally arrived, and instead of running from him, you succumb to his alluring words.

“I haven’t been able to think about anything else either, Tae. I’m so embarrassed, but I wish…”, you huff out, too self-conscious to say the words.

“What do you wish?”

“I wish that it could happen in real life.”

“Mmm..do you now? It’s strange because..that’s all I’ve been wishing too.”

He’s so achingly close and it only reminds you that you haven’t touched yourself since the night on the phone, when his words sent you into a mind numbing orgasm. There was just something about him, his presence, his charm…him. You can’t help but to melt into him, gasping when his lips graze your own, waiting for permission.

““Can I taste you? Please say I can...please let me taste you.”

His breath tickles your lips, the way he begs bordering on indecent. “Yes…” You can’t help the way the word escapes you, eager and desperate. He smiles his boxy smile, dragging his fingers down to wrap softly around your neck, revelling in your quiet whimper. “Good girl.”

And he kisses you, hungry, dirty….assertively. “You’re mine…” he growls against your lips.

Pressing his fingers a bit more firmly against the column of your neck, he backs you into the closest wall, easily hidden by the countless shelves and books. Bringing up his knee, he places it between your legs, sliding it up to press into your center. You let him control your body, a puppet to be manipulated as he so pleased.

He feels so good, his strength making you want more of him. He presses in and pushes up against you and you moan into the quiet of the room. “Say it...say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I-- I’m yours...Taee..god…”

And just like that you surrender to the man that has been chasing after you for over a month. It was quick, you knew, but you didn’t regret it, not with the way he made you feel. He wanted you more than you’ve ever been wanted. You felt sexy, needy and beautiful. He made you feel those things and it was amazing.

“Yeah? Does that mean that this is mine too? Why don’t you show me how sorry you are for hurting me, baby. Hmm?

Grasping your hips, he guides them back and forth over his thigh sending a shiver down your spine and right to the center of your need. You whine out and Tae chuckles pulling your face back up to look at him. “Did you like that , pretty girl? Why don’t you finish it off? Do you think you can do that for me?”

He slides his thumb over your cheek to the corner of your mouth before pushing it inside to drag over your bottom lip. You close your eyes, settling your hands on his shoulder to lift up and drag back and forth again. Rolling your hips, you grind down with each slide, his large hands supporting you the entire time. He growls low when you buck at the sensation moving forward to kiss him lewdly. He didn’t expect you to be so daring, but he doesn’t complain, tensing his thigh even more as you pour your cries into his mouth.

He can feel how wet you are, how it leaks through your underwear onto his slacks. It would be so easy for him to reach his hand under your pretty dress and touch you...smell you... taste you, but he had to take it slow. He needed you to be the one to initiate, to want him even more than he wanted you.

A sudden ringing sound brings him out his sexual haze and he curses, wanting to kill whoever was behind those elevator doors. He pulls his leg away, bringing you back into the moment, wondering why he would do such a thing. Before you can ask, he presses his entire body into you, pushing you firmly into the wall before placing his forehead against yours. It’s clear how turned on he is, the feel of his length unmistakably pressed against your belly.

“Shh. There’s someone here. Let’s save this for another time, okay baby?”

You pout completely unaware that there was even another person present in the room. He can’t help but to chuckle, quickly kissing your swollen lips before pushing away from your body. You watch his departure, disappointed to have to stop what you were doing. Just as he’s about to walk into an aisle, he turns, sending a flirty wink your way. The heat creeps back up your body quickly and you hope that whoever is there won’t be a witness to your current state.

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(Memories of when Tae is eighteen years old)

“But mommy, I promise I’ll be good. Please don’t leave me.”

Taehyung shivers, his step-mother’s voice making him fall into place as always. Since his father’s death, there was no other family to take him in, but she had, and she took care of him even though he barely needed her. Not long after turning eighteen, her drinking and loneliness drove her into his room. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that her love had changed long before that night, he always knew. He was surprised that she waited that long.

Kneeling at her door, Taehyung pounded over and over, working his hardest to break her down. She had met a man, said that she couldn’t keep doing it alone, that she needed someone to help her pay the bills--lies.

“I am a man, mommy. I can take care of you. Please!”

The door opened quickly. Causing Tae to fall forward onto his face. He caught himself just in time, his nose barely brushing the toes of his step-mother’s heels. He followed her leg, all the way up to the slit of the red dress that accentuated her curves. Swearing under his breath, he returned to his knees, tears staining his cheeks, head now buried into her crotch as he wailed.

“Mommy, stop it. Stop it! Please don’t leave me for him. He doesn’t love you. He doesn’t..not like me.”

He can’t control himself, hand sliding up her leg to settle in between her thighs where he found she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Shocked, he stands to his feet, already so much taller than her. His hand is still inside the dress, rubbing back and forth, enjoying how his step-mother hitches her breath in pleasure.

“See? You’re mine.”, he continues to move his fingers deftly, smirking when she whines softly.

“Taehyung, stop this. We can’t do this anymore. You’re already such a big boy...you’ll leave me soon. I’ll be all alone.”

“No I promise I won’t. I’ll never leave you.” Rubbing his nose over her face, lips dragging across her cheek, he wraps his hand around the back of her neck to hold her in place as he slides two fingers into her. He knew she'd be wet. She always played these games with him. She loved it when he begged. He would convince her. He always could.

“Not this time, baby. Mommy has to go.” Abruptly, she pushes his hand down and away, walking out into the hallways and away from him. He’s confused and unsure. She really was going to leave him. This new guy..whoever he was...he wouldn’t accept him. No one would be good enough for her..not like he was.

“Wait!” he shouts out, running quickly to catch her before she leaves. She’s unsure of what he wants, but stops anyway, not wanting to upset him any further. “What is it, baby? Please don’t make this harder than it already is. Mommy is so sad. Please understand.”

Stepping up to her, he cups her cheek with his hand, bringing up the fingers he just had inside of her up to his lips to lick clean. She shivers and looks away and he snickers.

“Mommy, you know I’m a man, I’m eighteen! I’m going to college in a few weeks, but I can be yours when I get back. I can give you everything you need.”

“Tae, please understand. What you and I have...I should never have started. You’re going to go away, and I’m going to be here alone.  Everyone knows you’re my son. We can’t be more.”

Taehyung growls, pushing her against the wall angrily. He begins to yell, but it slows into cries of torment. He falls to the ground, a miserable heap, unable to vocalize his pain. His step-mother brushes over his hair, fluffing him as if he were a dog.

“I’ll be back before midnight. Don’t wait up.”

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“It’ll be fun! Say you’ll come. If you don’t, I’m revoking our friendship card.”

“What! You can’t do that!”

“Watch me!”

Giving in with a pout, you agree to the sudden crazy idea she brought before you, manipulating you with a cup of coffee from your favorite place. She always hosted annual Halloween parties which you had no qualms about going to, but this one would have a new guest, one that you couldn’t trust yourself around.

All you ever thought about was him. It was getting ridiculous. It had only been a day, but he already sent you so many messages and voicemails since your incident that you didn’t know what to feel. You were completely enthralled, unable to focus on anything, and even getting ready for work this morning had been a struggle. Your mind was unsettled, body completely hyper-aware.

All the while Cici talks about her party, you can’t wait to see him. He didn’t send you any messages this morning, and you were eager to see if he was okay, if he missed you, if he wanted to finish what he started.

“Anyway, it starts at eight o’clock so bring your most hoe costume. I’m going to be a bunny.”

“Typical.”

“Hey, I heard that! Ugh, why do I even bother? I’m trying to get things going with you and Tae. It’s not like you would make a move, chicken.”

Holding back your tongue, you giggle at her frustration. If she only knew.

“Yeah, yeah..I’ll be there. Okay, brat?!”

“You’d better. Saturday at eight!”

She storms off with invitations in hand looking for more victims and it warms your heart how much she looked out for you. She's been there for you on many occasions- happy, sad...tragic. She meant well, you knew, and you really couldn’t see your life without her. Even though you hated parties, you’d go...if not for her...for him.

Drinking your coffee, you wander into your area, willing the caffeine to flow through your body faster. You barely slept last night, too caught up with thoughts of Taehyung and how good he felt pressing himself into you. He was so incredibly sexy and intense. Being alone with him always resulted in you losing all rational thought.

A sudden chime from your phone sets your heart into rapid beats. It could only be one person sending you a message because the other one had just finished talking to you.

[TAE]: Turn around.

You smile, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to control your emotions. Turning you see no one, and you’re puzzled. Was he just being silly? “Tae?” You walk towards the aisle still seeing no one, wondering if maybe he was just playing tricks on you. “Tae? Where are you? Don’t play with me.”

Stepping into the area with the desks and cushions, you're disappointed when you don’t see him. Taking a turn into a book aisle, you grab your phone reading over his text to make sure you didn’t imagine it. Distracted, you don’t see the shadow behind you, whose hand comes up to cover your mouth, pulling you flush against a chest.

The warm breath of a shush in your ear startles you until a voice emerges. “Hey, hey...calm down. It’s just me.”

When Tae feels you relax, he removes his hand, still holding you tightly against his body. “I’ve missed you. Did you miss me?”

You sigh out in relief but only get dragged back in by his seductive voice. You can feel him pressing into your ass, growing aroused by the minute, his desire drawing your senses.

“Yes. I did.”, you whisper shyly, too afraid that if you say it boldly you’ll appear desperate.

“Good girl.” He turns you then, pressing your back into the books, and then kisses you hard and heady.

He pulls back breathless, taking in your face, how ruined you obviously were from a simple kiss.  

“Are you going to the Halloween party?”

“Yes, I am. Are you?”

“Mmhmm. Will you be my date?”

“Your..date?”

His question seems unreal, like you’ve been sucked into another world where all your dreams and expectations actually came to life. He really was completely into you and Cici had no idea that her little party really wouldn’t make a difference. If she could see you now, backed into a shelf with a large man pressing himself against your body, she’d probably have a stroke and die.

“Yeah, my date. Mine..mine..mine..”, he giggles, fluffy hair tickling your neck as he assaults you with kisses fluttered along your lips, chin, and neck. You hold your breath and swallow nervously afraid to get caught. “Tae, please...we’re at work.”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. You’re so beautiful, ____”

You chuckle nervously, placing a hand on his chest to settle your nerves, but all you feel is the rapid beating of his heart, and solid muscle. He really had no mercy. “I--Tae, please.”

Eyeing you like a predator to prey, he moves back until he is pressed into the other shelf across from you. Putting his hands up in surrender, he bites his lip and smiles his cute boxy smile.

“As you wish. I’m over here and you’re over there. No touching.”

Suddenly you regret what you’ve said, worried that you may have been too uptight. He really needed to understand boundaries, but at the same time, you didn’t want him to.

“I have to work, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay.”, he winks and waits for you to leave. You eye him suspiciously wondering why he wouldn’t just go first, but then you watch him bring a hand down into his pants to adjust himself.

“Sorry. I have a problem to settle first.”

You shouldn’t feel guilty, but you do. Walking away from him in that moment was the hardest thing you had to do. You wonder how long he’d be able to keep himself under control. He’s been mercilessly teasing you, and you haven’t exactly been completely innocent.

This first date might be a good thing. It could establish some sort of relationship with him, allow you to get to know him better, give you time to make your decision. As much as you wanted him to ruin you, it was important that he be more than just a lover.

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Sometime during the party Tae had convinced you to get some air, take a drive, and hang out. You were feeling sexy and in control so you easily agreed. He’d been giving you so much attention, whispering tempting things into your ear the entire night and caressing your skin whenever no one was looking. Your body had reached its boiling point and he was all to blame.

Somehow you ended up in the stacks area of the library, breasts pressed up against a bookshelf, moaning out whenever Tae hit just the right spot. If Cici knew that her friend would be bent over, cunt splayed for Tae to drive himself in and out of unabashedly, she might not have been so excited when she saw you leave with him.

With all the reservations you had about not wanting to take things too quickly, you're disappointed that the little bit of alcohol you consumed had given you the bravery to throw all of that out the window. You weren’t so drunk you weren’t aware, just tipsy enough to feel really good all over. You wonder where the quiet nerd you met on the first day had gone to now that his cock was so far up your cunt.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, so tight…so wet..listen to you, baby….you’re dripping.” His voice is so close to your ear it’s as if he was inside of your head, his deep tone igniting a fire in the pit of your belly. A sudden rough thrust pushes you forward knocking books off the shelf.  You yelp in glorious pleasure, bracing yourself against the wood in order to avoid a busted lip, but Tae hushes you.

“Try to stay quiet, angel. We don’t want to get caught, do we? Then I won’t get to finish fucking this sweet pussy.” Every filth that comes out of his mouth only spurs you on, driving you closer to your high. A rough tug to your hair arches your back further making your breasts stick out.  He wraps an arm around you bringing you flush against his chest.

His breaths are harsh against your neck, the warm air making you impossibly wetter.  “You’re so pretty like this, all fucked out because of my big cock.  Do you wanna cum, angel? I’d love to hear you.  I bet you sound so fucking good.”

As much as you try, you can’t develop a coherent sentence when he’s thrusting into you so deeply that it feels as if his cock is pushing out of your stomach. The arm around your body slides up to grab your throat, and the other slides down between your folds.  It was obvious he was intent on making you lose your mind.

“Fuck, angel.  You take my cock so well. I can feel your walls squeezing me, baby. You want my cum, huh?  You want me to fill up your warm little hole?”

You grunt with the little ability you have to breathe.  His hold on your neck paired with the way his fingers roll over your clit has you seeing stars.

“Good girl.  Cum for me then, fucking cum for me…now..”

Just the sound of him growling those words into your ear sets off your orgasm. Your body starts to tremble due the delicious sensation coursing through your body, and Tae doesn’t relent.  He bends you forward grabbing you by your hips and begins to thrust with all he’s got.

”Oh fuck!” You spiral into another orgasm and Tae chuckles satisfied with the result.

His own release comes fast and hard causing his fingers to press tightly into your hips.  It’ll leave a mark, but you are too fucked out to care. When he’s spent himself completely, he pulls himself out slowly watching how you shiver at the over-sensitivity. Kissing your spine, he helps you to stand, turning you to give you a deep and dirty kiss.

“So fucking perfect, princess.”, he whispers against your lips before pulling himself away from you. He turns away, removing his condom to drop into the garbage bin leaving you a shaking mess. Pulling up your silk panties, you adjust your clothes and sit down on the nearby stool trying to shake Tae off of your skin.

Your costume really was something else and you silently thank Cici for the leather bustier that caught Tae’s attention and was once again drawing his eyes your way. You were really surprised he had lasted as long as he did. He chokes back a cough and rolls his eyes before huffing out of his nose.

“Let me take you home before I keep you here all night.”

---pt.4 

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I really wanna know about “never had it (so good)” but I am also super intrigued by “vamp 1” - does that imply there is a vamp 2???

So, this one started life as a response to a prompt on FFA, which in turn was inspired by @helens78's amazing There Is Nothing Wrong With Me (Loving You) (which, if you haven't read it, go do that now, you can thank me later). The TFATWS threads there seem to have died off now, though, so I'll probably just keep picking at it occasionally and see if I come up with something postable. It's a virgin!Bucky fic, which granted is kind of an unlikely premise, but hey, if someone could make virgin!Sam convincing, why not? If nothing else, it's a good excuse for lots of horny pining followed by lots of smut. *g*

-

It comes as kind of a surprise, because they've known each other for literal, non-Blipped years by now. Bucky can see, so it isn’t like he never noticed before that Sam has cheekbones that could cut glass and the eyes of a Disney princess and an ass hand-sculpted by God Himself. It isn’t like he never noticed the reckless courage, or the loyalty, or the fact that maybe 10% of Sam’s smartass comments are genuinely, kind-of-adorably funny, not that he'd ever admit it where the guy could hear.

It's just the little things piling up on top of each other. Sam’s hand on his arm in the bar in Madripoor, his low, “You good?” despite the way they’ve been sniping at each other for days. His pensive face on the plane afterwards, and the fact that it’s all the shit that happened to Sharon getting to him, over any of their more pressing problems. The steel-wired determination that seems to run through him when it becomes clear they can’t let Walker hang onto the shield a minute longer, and the quiet sorrow that overtakes him afterward, and that a part of Bucky wants to reach out and wipe away with his hands--only he can’t find the words or a way past the guilt starting to gnaw at him, so he turns and walks out instead.

There’s the other side of Sam he gets to see down in Delacroix, surrounded by people that love him. Still laughing and cracking jokes, but there’s a defensive layer that isn’t there anymore, a weight that seems to have lifted off him. The sun-warmed presence of him as they move around each other on the boat, steady and determined and with so much care in everything he does, even when he’s fucking it up. And he accepts Bucky’s apology, accepts whatever help he’s able to give, smiles up at him and says, “The people here are the most accepting in the world,” and makes it sound like, “You could stay.”

All those things pile up on top of each other, filling an empty space in Bucky that he didn’t know was there. Even still, he’s too fucking oblivious to realise what’s going on until Sam slings an arm around his shoulders at the cookout, and he’s right there, close enough their faces almost touch. Bucky can smell the smoke clinging to Sam’s clothes and the salt of. his skin and a hint of cocoa butter, can feel the warmth of him, the brush of his fingertips against exposed skin, and want swoops down out of the sky and kicks him in the chest.

He wants to kiss Sam. Maybe other things, too.

And he doesn’t really know what to do with that, so he just turns the thought over, a weird fossil dug up from some neglected, muddy part of his brain, not even noticing he’s zoned out until Sam gives his shoulder a squeeze and says, “Hey, you okay?”

Bucky smiles back at him and it’s no effort at all, which he’s still getting used to. “I’m good,” he says, and means it. “Awesome party. People appreciated my cake.”

Sam shakes his head, picking up the argument they’ve been kicking back and forth all afternoon. “I told you, they were being polite. Those old ladies are gonna roast me the second you’re not around to hear it.”

-

"vamp 1" is Bucky having been made into a vampire by HYDRA, and Sam trying very hard to pretend he's not super horny to get bitten and attempting to deal with it via dodgy vampire porn. Which is all fun and games until Bucky asks to borrow his laptop. (I did toy with the idea of a vampire!Sam one too, hence "vamp 1" but that one's even less formed than this.)

-

It's a nice morning. Quiet, sunlight filtering in the kitchen window. Sam has his coffee, his book, the prospect of not a whole lot to do, for once. He feels peaceful.

So when Bucky pads into the kitchen, scowling at the sunlight, grabs a bag of blood out the fridge and says, "Hey, can I use your laptop?" it doesn't even occur to him to say no.

It's only about ten minutes later that Sam has the horrific, slow-motion-noooo realisation that he doesn't remember clearing his browser history. His pulse kicks up, and he wills it to stop, because vampires can probably sense that shit or something.

Bucky doesn't say anything, though. Doesn't frown or look confused or, worse, disgusted.

Maybe Sam did clear his history after all. Or maybe Bucky doesn't understand how autofill works; he doesn't exactly spend a lot of time surfing the web. (Probably wise, when you're the subject of a hundred online conspiracy theories.)

Sam almost convinces himself. He half-believes it right up until Bucky closes the laptop, hands it back, and says, "You know that stuff is unrealistic as fuck, right?"

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Last Updated: 12/12/2022

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• Fluff, angst, smut, blood/gore... I mostly can write about anything. I like to write my fics realistically and pay attention to the story, but I always put detailed warnings on my fics!

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• P*dophilia. Anything that involves an adult character/reader with an underage (child) character/reader unless it's platonic/parental. If I happen to write characters with age gaps, I'll keep it between adult characters – a five year age gap between 30 & 35 is not the same with 15 & 20.

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Joel Miller

Losing My Religion Series (x F!Reader/OC): Masterlist to the series is linked to the title.

Don't Push It, Pt. 1 (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

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Ellie

Romantic headcanons (meme)

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Tommy Miller

Family headcanon (meme)

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Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

Simple Twist of Fate** (x F!Reader)

Ezio Auditore

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Arthur Morgan

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Cat and... Wolf? (x Reader): Based on these requests.

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Yennefer of Vengerberg

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Samuel Drake

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Vergil

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Russell Adler

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BTS fic poll

Okay so first thing first, down there are going to be summaries/kind of just my rambling and after you read them PLEASE COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK WITH FIC THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE FIRST (or just send last to most intresting to you if you dont want to pick one)

For people that don't know what's going in doing poll to know what fic write first

note ~

all the fic below will have smut and some disturbing themes im sorry but thats just how i like

Loveproof

I have a first chapter (kinda prolog for that) already! I wrote it a long time ago in my native language but it's going to be no problem to fastly translate it.Okay but coming back to the concept and what's going to happen in this fic.I was thinking about making it centric with soulmate topics and growing. Like the main character is scared and doesn't want to have soulmates - there is going to be a mess of a big background for it, and there is gonna be bts. Our school heartthrob and sweeties that just want to be loved haha. It's gonna be soft fics with a little bit of mental health issues and a lot of dramas it will by angstyyyy

Bloodline

Magic powers au specials school au maybe yandere

OH God you won't believe it if I tell you that I'm obsessed with characters I pictured there. the dark min Yoongi (u know the pic from daechwita are with band on his eyes) having the powers and being that cool dark kind of tsundere character with deep voice. Don't get me started on the rest tho. The whole fic will be about yn being the daughter of two very powerful magicians and powerbenders but not having the power so they send her to magic school with hope she is going to come out with some kind of power. And there she meets bts that first thing are not going to like her slowly gaining an unhealthy obsession and doing everything to protect her. Did I mention a lot of drama jealous bitches and usage of powers in some hot scenes + possessive protective BTS

Devil's Dance

Mafia au soulmate au yandere au

Okay so the thing here is that I wrote this fic in my native language, like 7 chapters and after it I decided to rewrite again only making the first chapter. But I have the whole plot organized and damn if I tell you that there is gonna be crazy shit happening then better believe me. I'm such a whore for obsessive poly bts that are bonded to yn with some kind of soulmate shit. This is gonna be dark with the yn working as a hostess in a club and bts being that dangerous mafia that will play weird games till they get her in their arms

Butterfly Effect

Angels demons au soulmate au Kind of yanderish au

So I have kind of plan how I want this fic to be but at the same time there are so many ideas. Yn being just a normal student suddenly getting attacked by some kind of monster and after it she is gonna ask for help (bcs those monsters won't leave her alone) and the creatures that are gonna help her are going to be bts. There is so much stuff I want to describe without spoiling the whole fic but I will add just this. Angels, seven deadly sins, soulmate, secrets and a whole lot of drama Angst

Diabolik Lovers

Idea based on anime - not 1:1 just living with vampires

Okay so probably some people watched this anime I'm not gonna copy its whole I'm just gonna take a concept from it. Girl going to live in a mysterious house with seven different people that are not as human as she thought. Hot vampires, tsundere, yandere theme with a night school and a lot of smutty smut.

Best Of Me

Vampire au yandere au brother/caregivers au

Where 7 old vampires finds a little baby outside theirs house and decide to rise her

There will be romance and all the boys will be included. And I know I know it sounds weird that they going to romantically love the yn that they rise from beginning but that's the whole concept okay. Like I imagine super super soft caregiver kind of ddlg relationship where they just want yn to depend on then. Like don't get me wrong it's going to be dark like they gonna do some questionable stuff to make yn depend on them. And the concept of the beginning where let's say they all are so disgusted with a human baby slowly warming up to her and just a whole lot of fluff shhsbsbs

Scarlet Moon

Hogwart au yandere au

Okay but my weird mind connecting a witch like from chilling adventures with hot Higwart boys that are heartthrobs of their houses. Like edgy badass yn coming to school knowing she is going to be discriminated against and bts having their own personalities not liking each other bcs of their status in the end forming an inner circle to make yn hers. Imagine them trying to make some potions for her and totally messing it up while shouting at each other. And I'm such a whore of the concept of slytherin jimin being like so mean to her and then the Taehyung which she met one the train to hogwart that acts like a puppy with her but hiding a totally different face.

Cilnomania

Soft hybrid au where boys find safe heaven in girl

Or predator hybrids really mate for life and maybe just nie they found someone they want to stay with. It's going to be mostly fluffy fic with some angsty back stories with a later Smut. But imagine 7 predator's finding their perfect mate and treating the yn like the little prey that they need to protect. I'm jdhsbshsha

Vampire knight

Base On anime - again it's only the concept i won't do 1:1 action like in anime and just change names. So the big school with night and day classes where day classes don't know about night classes being a vampires. There will be hierarchy with pure bloods, rogues, aristocrats… and ofc the hot hunters and our little yn that is going to try to maintain the peace when suddenly some vampires come back to school and give her attention she didn't know she needed. It's gonna be daaaark like I know some of you didn't watch the anime but oh God let me tell you it's not gonna be sweet fluffy fic with love at first sight there is going to be a lot of secrets 😏

Good Evening

Other world au yandere au

Okay so it maybe similar to the film Caroline but just a little bit. Yn being orphan living in some old hotel room while working there since young. As a child she discovered old closet in her room that took her to another world (kind of like Alice in the wonderland) and there she meets bts. Her getting older and living with secret of the other world while suddenly on her… birthday the old friends started to act different not wanting her to go. And then maybe she by accident opens a portal that allows not so human friends to step on earth and taking her whole.

Irresistible

well there is not much to write couse summary is on my profile already

[dreamescapeswriting]

Unfinished Business ~ Part Five

WORD COUNT: 4.3K

WARNINGS: Mentions of mafia, strong language, murder, blood

PAIRING: Bang Chan X Reader

DESCRIPTION: Part five of nine of my new Bang Chan series. 

You’re taken hostage but one of Seoul’s leading mafia families Bang Chan but he doesn’t take you because he wants to fake a marriage or make you fall for him in 365 days no…He wants to use you for his own personal gain. To take over another family but when you try to escape things take a turn for the worst and you learn Chan isn’t one to be messed with.(Please I suck at describing stuff)

THEMES: Smut will be included in a later chapter so this is a fic for a mature audience, Chan x Fem!Reader, Self insert

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The last couple of days had passed by without another incident happening, you'd kept yourself in your bedroom singing to the small radio that Chan had brought for you on the one condition that you keep the volume low, you just kept painting the back bedroom wall. It was almost completely covered in sunflowers with small parts of blue paint being able to peek through.

"You look proud of yourself," Chan said as he came into the room, you looked over your shoulder at him and nodded.

"It's pretty good, I think it's finished and then the rest of the walls are going to be white. I don't want to take too much away from your house." He chuckled at you and walked closer to the sunflowers,

"Where did you learn to paint like this?" You took the paintbrushes and paint tray to the sink in your en-suite and put them under the hot water.

"My grandmother, she was a painter." He looked at you as you spoke about her. He'd read a lot about her in the folder he had on you, your head was hung low as you washed up the paintbrushes in the sink.

"Have you eaten anything? Jisung said you didn't have breakfast." You looked at the time,

"No, it's okay. I was on a diet before I came here-"

"Nonsense, what do you want? Felix isn't here and I just sent Minho to lunch but I'm sure I can make something." You stared at him as you put the brushes out to dry on a towel on top of the countertop,

"What can you cook?" You asked, looking as he took off his blazer and laid it on your bed. You looked at his arms as he rolled up the sleeves of his long shirt as he rolled them up. He was never out of the suit and it bothered you for some reason.

"Why do you always wear a suit?" He cocked his head at you and raised an eyebrow,

"Why does it bother you what I wear?" You ignored him since you didn't know the answer to the questions either and followed him down the staircase towards the kitchen.

"I work in an office building, the suit it's my uniform. I can cook omelettes, french toast...yeah that's about it." You stared at the back of his head as he spoke to you about what he couldn't cook and you pushed him out of the way going to the back door, his heart began pumping thinking you were going to walk right out of the door. He was alone, no one but him would be able to stop you and you knew that but all you did was reach for an apron.

"I'll cook, what do you want?" He shrugged his shoulders at you, he normally just ate whatever the boys were making he really didn't have a choice in any of it.

"Right, sit." You sat him down at the table and began going through the cupboards and  the fridge. There was literally nothing inside with the exception of some old tomatoes and a tub of mayonnaise. Felix must have brought his own things whenever he decided to cook for you all.

"You can drive right?"

"Obviously." You looked back into the empty fridge expecting some kind of magic trick to happen when you opened it but it was still empty.

"I'm going to write a list of things you need in this fridge and stuff we need for the night. Will you go and get them?"

"So you can leave while I'm out? I'm not that stupid." You flinched as he raised his voice with his hands clenched into fists by his side.

"No. I told you," Your hand rested on top of his, rubbing your thumb along his bruised knuckles. It was the first time you were noticing the dried blood and scabs that were sitting there, it made you wonder what he'd been doing all day if he was in an office building.

"I was going to stay, I meant it." You hated that you were acting so friendly with him. But it was going to be the only way you could get him to trust you on this, make it easier to slip away.

"You're still coming with me." He knew the more he was seen with you the better, he looked up at the time one of Namjoon's men would be around the edge of town so he could take you to that supermarket, in his care you'd get spotted instantly and Namjoon's men would report back right away.

"We'll go now. Make your list." You stared at him, you had no idea where anything was in this huge mansion so how were you to know where to find the paper and a pen.

"I think Jisung keeps a pen and pad in the top corner cupboard. He thinks if he hides it high enough I won't know what he's doing." You raised an eyebrow wondering what he meant but began climbing onto the kitchen side so you could reach, Chan sprung to his feet and stood behind you. The plan was working afterall, he was going soft on you.

"I'm fine. I won't fall, Chan." He kept his hands out just in case and you pulled down a pad and pen looking it when Chan explained what all the writing was.

"Music, he writes songs." You hummed and jumped down from the side, you stood between Chan and the side. Your face inches from his, your back pressing against the marble countertop. His hand moved to rest on your waist and you swallowed the lump that was in my throat.

"I should write this list." You whispered trying to move away from him, he nodded and moved away from you giving you the space you needed to get away from the counter. He sat back down on the chair beside the table watching you closely. You were being far too nice to him after what had happened a couple of days ago but he was being naive and assuming you were just coming to your senses about being there with him.

"You're going in that?" He asked looking at the jeans you were wearing, they were covered in paint and rolled up at the bottom with swatches of paint on the cuffs.

"Yeah, it's just a supermarket, not a fashion show." You didn't see a problem with what you were wearing, it was something you'd wear a lot if you were on the other side of town.

"But it's covered in paint." He sounded disgusted at the thought. You stared at him and ripped the paper off the pad and began folding it up.

"Can we just go, please? And make sure the boys will be home for dinner." He followed you over to the front door and he put his thumb down on the lock opening the door and taking you out with him.

"We'll take my black Porsche." You followed him over to a black car and got inside shivering a little at how chilly it was outside. It was pitch black despite it being 6 pm, but then again it was autumn.

"Seatbelt." You clicked into place and stared as Chan began to back down the drive without doing his seatbelt up,

"Seatbelt." You quipped back at him and he rolled his eyes ignoring your comment, so you reached across him and pulled it into place smiling in satisfaction when you pulled away and he stared at you.

"What? You have to be safe." He rolled his eyes at you playfully and began driving down the road. You stared out of the window trying to see how far away from society you really were.

"You live pretty far out." You said, trying to bring it up naturally. But you watched his grip tighten on the wheel at the thought of you trying to figure out where you were, his head was filling with thoughts about why you were mentioning it.

"I have to. Stops people from finding me and stops you from running away." He whispered turning onto the main road and continuing to drive in dull silence, it was torture not having some kind of background noise.

"Can we play music? You let me back home." Home. The way you said home instead of his house, prison, torture chamber or hell hole. Home. Like you were saying you liked it there, he liked that.

"Sure. Nothing bad though. I can't stand those romantic songs." He lied, of course, he was a sucker for those songs they were his favourite kind of song to listen to...Or they used to be. Being able to sing them with someone he loved, it was one of the reasons he stopped music in the house. He couldn't stand listening to it without her being there with him. You flicked through the stations and landed on classical and you assumed it would be your best bet for him right now something to keep the peace until you were able to work up to usual music.

The store was practically empty when you and Chan reached it, except for the workers who knew Chan. Instantly they began to hide in the storerooms, but not before snapping some photographs of you and him together for Namjoon. After all, this was his side of town and Chan wasn't one to show his face here. Which was exactly what Chan wanted everyone to see, that he was there and he wasn't alone.

"Chan?" A voice filled the empty aisle as Chan stood behind you. You were bent over, picking out carrots and turned your head to see a man around 5''8 standing there with a smirk on his face.

"Who's this?" A stupid question, he was already running a background check on you to see who you were and why you were with Chan. Chan's hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to him tightening his grip a little, though it was weird you said nothing, because you knew who Namjoon was. You recognised him from the photos in the paper just like Chan's, not to mention the photos of him and your grandmother together in your folder. You kept your eyes downcast not knowing what to say or do in this situation.

"This is Y/n, Y/n this is Namjoon." Chan wasn't going to give your last name to Namjoon that would be far too easy for him. Namjoon took your hand in his and left a kiss on the top of your skin while holding eye contact with you, lingering for more than Chan liked.

"I didn't know you started seeing someone again. She's pretty." Chan looked at you and turned to kiss your cheek, you stayed still playing along since Namjoon was eyeing you up carefully.

"Go to the back of the store and pick out what meat you want. Don't leave." You nodded at him squeezing his hand as a silent message you weren't going to leave. You could tell that Chan seemed to be scared of Namjoon, or at least annoyed that he'd touched you. All you knew was they had business and fights over certain selling areas with their drugs, but that was all you knew.  

"Nice to meet you." You whispered, putting the bag of carrots down into the trolley. Chan was pushing and walked towards the back of the store.  Chan looked like the real husband type like this and Namjoon wasn't going to let him go off without mentioning it. You kept your head down as you walked, never once turning back to look at the two men, the smell of testosterone filled the air and you wanted to get out. Now would be the perfect chance to make a run for it, but there was a downside to that plan, your ankle was still bummed and you had no idea where you were in this side of town. Not to mention you didn't know who was and wasn't working for Chan, or where to go once you got out of there. Mrs Lu was your home but she was gone now, you were going to wait this out. Play the long game. Even if it meant pretending to like him a little while longer, make him think you loved him and make a break for it when he was vulnerable.

"What can I get for Mr Bang's young lady friend?" The butcher had a scar from the top of his face down to the bottom, he had blonde hair that was hidden under a chefs cap. He grew impatient the longer you stared at the scar along his face.

"It's rude to stare," You shyly looked down at the meat in the fridge he was standing above.

"S-Sorry, just a large chicken please." He nodded and began adding all of the spices while you looked over your shoulder at Chan and Namjoon, who looked like they were in a heated discussion about something.

"Everything okay?" You questioned as Chan came storming up behind you. His face and ears red with anger as he came to you holding onto your waist tightly.

"No. It's fine. Do you have everything you need?" You took his hand in yours and he seemed to lose tension instantly. You smiled softly at him to let him know it was okay for him to tell you if something was wrong.

"You can talk to me." You tried to tell him but he wasn't having any of it.

"No, it's fine."

"I need some other things," You glanced over at Namjoon who was watching you both closely, he wanted to know if what Chan had just told him was true. That you were his new girlfriend now, if it was he was going to have to do some serious digging into you. The longer you stared at Namjoon you remembered Chan telling him you were dating and you were going to have to start playing the part for Chan sooner or later anyway. You stood up on your tiptoes and left a small kiss on his cheek, you thought there would be an involuntary gag but there wasn't one. When your lips touched his skin it was as if there was a static shock running through your entire body, but you pulled away. He stared at you as you began walking away from him and he slowly walked after you, watching as you walked down an aisle and grabbed items you needed.

You'd brought the radio down from your room to play some music while you waited for the food to be prepped, you were attempting to teach Chan how to cook since he only knew basic things.

"You need to cut them into slices, but first peel them." Chan was dressed in a black apron over his usual suit top and tie, his sleeves rolled up to expose his arms. He stared at you while holding the knife, images flashed into your head but you cleared your throat, trying to push the thoughts of that night away. Chan put it down and looked at you once again to check if you were okay.

"How?" You sighed and showed him how to peel a carrot and then chop them up. It was simple enough and you wondered how his wife had dealt with him for all those years.

"Easy enough, just don't catch yourself." You turned away not wanting to see him with the knife again, this was harder than you'd expected it to be. You'd just got the images out of your mind but now you'd seen him with a knife again it brought everything flooding back to you.

"Boy I hear you in my dreams," You sang quietly, as you began cleaning the potatoes and chopping them up. It was one of your favourite songs as a teenager and now it was playing on the radio, you couldn't help but sing along to the words.

"I feel you whisper...across the sea. I keep you with me, in my heart." Chan watched you from behind as you sang along to the song coming from the radio, his eyes trained on your hips as you slowly swayed along to the duet that was playing. Continuing to sway as you moved the pan of chopped potatoes onto the stove and then took the carrots away from Chan and did the same.

"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend." You sang, looking down nervously at Chan as he stared at you. He hadn't said anything for the last two minutes and it was scaring you, but you didn't show him. He got up from the chair and wrapped one arm around your waist and placed his hand on yours dancing you around the floor in time to the beat.

"So I'm sailing through the sea, To an island where we'll meet, You'll hear the music fill the air," He put his hand on your cheek and moved the hair from your face, your pulse quickened as he touched you and your mouth ran dry.

"I'll put a flower in your hair," You stared into his eyes as you felt a tingle go through your body as he touched you and looked at you like that. His eyes were filled with something but you didn't know what it was. The front door chimed and you sprang apart from one another, standing back where you had originally been.

"Felix?" You called out and he popped into the kitchen,

"Can you come and finish the vegetables? I need to shower." All of the boys stared at you and Chan with the sense that something was going on, but you didn't care. You needed an excuse to get away from Chan before he could make your heart skip a beat again.

"You didn't make a run for it today then?" Minho smirked playfully at you. He'd asked you that every day since the day after you ran away from the house, and every time it was the same response from you.

"I'm staying." You said to him as you walked over to the kitchen door.

"I need to shower too. I'll walk you up." They stared at Chan as he walked over to you, both of you keeping your distance as you walked towards the staircase. Awkwardly trying to make it seem like nothing had happened in the kitchen before they walked inside.

"What do you think she's up to?" Minho questioned folding his arms over his chest,

"Keep an eye on her, she could be faking to get close to him," Changbin said, he'd seen enough movies to know what people did. They'd lure their kidnappers into ''love'' only to make a run for it when everything seemed clear enough or they'd made the kidnapper weak enough it was an easy enough plan.

"You know, she could genuinely be falling for him….happened in that Disney movie." Each of them turned to stare at Hyunjin who bit into an apple from the table.

"A Disney movie and it's called Stockholm syndrome, look it up." Jeongin said as he looked at the apple.

"Someone also died from eating an apple...Are you going to take all your advice from kids movies?" Jeongin quipped, taking the apple from him and biting into the fresh side.

"He killed someone she loved less than three days ago. That's not something someone gets over this quick. I'm telling you we watch her closely." Changbin mumbled, not liking the thought of his boss getting hurt again. The boys might be joking about it all but this was serious, Chan couldn't risk getting hurt again. The first time had been rough on them, all but the worst for Changbin, he was Chan's right-hand man. He had to be right there when everything happened and he didn't want to see his close friend at rock bottom once again.

Sitting at the table was weird, it was silent and uncomfortable all of them were watching you closely as you sat beside Chan, wondering what your next move was after their talk with Changbin earlier.

"I didn't poison it." You joked at them, referring back to what they'd said to you when you were in the basement. Felix chuckled as he heard you say it and then started to eat the food, while the others stared at him waiting for him to die but he started moaning about how good it tasted.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?!" Everyone dug in and you smiled doing the same, sticking to the vegetables to start with. A habit you'd had since you were a kid,

"My grandfather. He taught me how to cook when I moved in with him. He used to own a small restaurant." Chan looked at you, it had been included in the report they did on you but he took out why he didn't own it anymore. He thought it would best that part stayed between him, you and the Private investigator he'd hired to work alongside Changbin.

"Used to own?" Jisung questioned, you swallowed the carrot in your mouth and took some water from your glass suddenly getting a dry mouth thinking about your grandfather.

"He had to give it up when my grandmother got sick. Then he erm, then he got sick and-" You couldn't finish the sentence, it was too hard to talk about without crying. Chan's hand overlapped yours on the table, he knew where your grandfather was, that he'd left in the report, but you didn't flinch at the sudden contact from him. It felt oddly nice to have it there. Changbin watched you closely as you didn't react to Chan's touch.

"Is he-" Jisung asked, leading off not wanting to say what they were all wondering if he was dead or not.

"He's in a nursing home. He doesn't remember much these days. I'm just a girl that works...Worked there." Your mind flooded with thoughts of him, sitting alone and playing dominos on his own. You wanted to go to him, you needed to see him again.

"You used to volunteer there and the hospital, right? I remember from your file." Jeongin mentioned and everyone glared in his direction for bringing up the file during this hard topic for you but you didn't mind, you knew they'd all seen it.

"Yeah. I volunteered at the hospital and continued doing so even after my grandmother died and then the nursing home when my grandfather was admitted." Chan was still staring at you as you let silent tears roll down your face, he took a napkin from the table and wiped them away for you not wanting to see you cry like this. The boys could already see that he was falling fast and hard for you, but they still couldn't determine how you felt about him. It was hard to read you.

"I can take you to see him, you can go and see him whenever you want." You nodded along to him and looked at the plate in front of you, not daring to meet his eyes.

"You should all eat. I'm tired and I'm not that hungry." You whispered, getting up from the table. But Chan's hand was lingering on top of yours and he slotted his fingers into yours.

"I promise I'll take you." You hummed, not wanting to believe that he would be willing to do that, if he was willing to take you then that would mean he wasn't as bad as you thought he was. Your head would spin with thoughts about if everything you'd heard about him was true. You left the table followed by Changbin who was taking the first shift for the night, volunteering for it in fact. He followed close behind you until you were right outside your bedroom door, he took your wrist in his hand and pinned it above your head while holding his other hand over your mouth to stop you from making a sound.

"What are you playing at? Huh? What's the angle?" You mumbled against his hand and he roughly pushed you against the wall again,

"If I find out you're planning anything, and I mean anything. Your grandfather and everyone else will be gone. Just like Mrs Lu, remember her? Remember the way Chan slit her neck with ease?!" He forced you to look at the office door and your eyes welled up with tears, he was doing this on purpose trying to make you remember everything Chan had done. All this time you thought Chan had been the evil one but you could see now that it was Changbin.

"I'll make sure that happens to everyone you love if you hurt him. Understood?" You nodded and he pushed open your door waiting for you to go inside,

"Sleep well." He mumbled, shutting the door and taking his place right outside the door for the night, sitting on the chair and waiting for time to pass by. Your legs hit the back of your bed and you landed down on Chan's suit jacket from earlier. You slid it out from underneath you and held it against your chest, maybe he wasn't so bad after all? Maybe he was just doing all of what he did because it was what was expected of him? The boys? Namjoon? Maybe they were the reason he did everything he did. You pushed the jacket away from you hurriedly, what were you thinking?! He killed someone who helped raise you, put a roof over your head and here you were thinking he wasn't so bad? You'd heard the stories, vicious killings, drug runs, weapon cartel, money laundering not all of that could be rumours. He was bad. He had to be bad. He was bad for you, you had to get him to think you'd fallen for him and fast, the sooner you did that the sooner you could be out of there and the sooner you could stop looking at him as a person with hurt feelings rather than the cold-blooded killer he was...Is.

Tagline: @moonprincessdiviniation​ - The wonderful editor who stayed up late to do this for me even though I told her not to!!! @taestannie​ @kneel-begyourpardon​ @calling-dips-on-j-hope​ @hugs4chan​ @ncitythoughts​ @inseonqt​ @cloudsgathering​ @atletino​ @mischiefmakerliesmith5​ @freckledquokka 

[forbiddenfantasies1]

Ao3 Tag Game

Tagged by @nire-the-mithridatist who is a lovely person and an amazing writer.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

9. I had 10 but deleted one because it needed work and pained me.

2. What's your current AO3 word count?

157,225 over the last 16 months.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Um lemme think. 90s boy bands (don't @ me), Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, CSI, House, The Walking Dead (like one fic), Stranger Things (again maybe 1), and Game of Thrones. So 8? I don't have to say the ships do I? I don't wanna for a few of them 😬

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Nice to Meet You

This Is Where We Start Again

everything you see (is all for your taking)

they say your body is full of sin (it's the door through where peace begins)

Nights Avoiding Things Unholy

All Jaime/Brienne since they're the bastards that dragged me back to writing.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Sometimes it takes me awhile but I always get there eventually. And I guess I do it because I always love getting comment replies as a reader, and I always like to let anyone reading my fics that I appreciate them. Because I really, really do.

6. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Oh honey, I don't do angst. I am the softest of soft bitches.

7. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I don't. My brain is very one-track.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I have, and it delighted me! Someone was so offended by consensual oral sex that they left me an AMAZING comment full of anger and disgust and a whiff of TERF. If you'd like to read what Brienne Doesn't Go Down has to say, you can find it here.

9. Do you write smut?

Just a smidge.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I really hope I never do.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have. I actually wrote quite a few with my cousin, back when we were just kids, and even in our young adulthood. I have a lot of really good memories of us sitting side by side in PJs, tossing ideas back and forth, arguing over word usage, turning scarlet as we wrote really bad smut.

We started out with self-inserts, then Mary Sues, then onto characters and our read on them. I like to think that if she were still here, I'd have dragged her into Jaime and Brienne with me. They would have been very up her alley.

12. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Evidence suggests Jaime and Brienne.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

God. 90s boy bands with self-inserts 😂 JC Chasez, if you're reading this, hit me up

14. What's your favorite fic you've written?

Ever? I had a Hopper and Joyce fic that was written around the idea of them coming together as they slowly fixed up her house and then his cabin. Heavy on the introspection, grief exploration, pining, and metaphors for sharing up their lives. I loved it.

Jaime and Brienne wise, I think I'm going to end up really liking they say your body is full of sin after some time passes. I'm starting to see some good stuff about it.

I have no idea who has been tagged or who has participated, but I'm tagging @naomignome @eryiscrye @seaspiritwrites @angelowl-fics @samirant or anyone who wants to play!

[sukunas-play-thing]

Keigo Takami(Hawks) xFem!Reader

A/N: This.This sinful display was solely created for pure filth and depravity. I'm so horny for this Bird that I am literally. Writing a fic about fucking him, his ankles. And wings. Yes you heard me. Inspiration hit while talking to @lady-bakuhoe​ and she fully supported this. Also, real quick to that anon that sent me hate, including @makoodles​ rather you're the same anon or nah. We talk to each other. Remember that next time you send hate. this is a big fuck you to you. Because we don't need that negativity. How Dare you attack ppl under the ruse of Jo's name she kept apologizing to me because of YOU. So yeah Fuck you. And to those still reading this. I love you. And enjoy this Hawks smut. Y'know ya want it;)   

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Warning: heavily NSFW content, ankle play (possible foot fetish?), wing play, orgasm denial, degradation, minor phone play?, body worship, cock warming, blow jobs, palming, choking, bondage. Whelp. Think that's it for that. 

Description: You and the № 2 hero suffer great sexual frustration due to lack of personal time together, constantly rescheduling, a lot of late nights lying in bed waiting for him to come home safe. You've finally. Had enough.

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Hawks x Fem!Reader

°Human Anatomy °

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"I'm sorry baby. I love you-"

 you deleted the voice message Keigo left you on your answering machine. This is the fourth -no FIFTH time he had to reschedule your date. And you were out right floored with anger. And it wasn't even Keigo's fault. "Stupid hero society. Stupid villains." You muttered to no one in particular as you could literally taste the acid in your mouth. If you saw anyone other than Hawks in this moment. You Would, could and will literally. Spit acid and burn through your humiliation and anger. Tossing your keys on a nearby vanity, throwing your coat on the ground you stomped off to the only place you could feel tranquil and relaxed. A long, scolding hot bubble bath with good tunes playing. You could cry. Thinking of the last time you two even had sex. Of course you shame yourself for being so selfish. It truly wasn't his fault, and you were not about to complain about him not having time for you, because it's just that. His job. His life's work. You went into this relationship fully respecting, and understanding exactly what you were getting yourself into. It took you years just to get Hawks in your bedroom, let alone as a couple for the mere fact the relationship was not allowed from the Hero safety commission. When word had gotten out about your relationship you heard from Keigo that they demanded it be cut off immediately. Why?  You weren't sure. Keigo never really told you as to why they manhandled his entire life to evolve purely on work alone. And you were far to respectful to press further on the issue. Instead biting your tongue with such Fury it nearly bled. And taking what you have with Keigo as luck. Yes. You were lucky to get this far with him, and Odin be damned if you gave up on him now. So now, here you were, angry, alone and on the verge of tears while you waited for your bath. Music played on deaf ears, the loneliness slowly creeping. Along with the throb of yearning and desperation between your thighs. You quivered. Moving your hands between your legs to relieve much needed friction. You could play with yourself, you could bring out your trusty vibrator, get a good orgasm and knock out for the night. But you shook the thought out of your head faster than you would blink. Because you didn't want a damn toy to please you. You were far past using toys at this point now, you needed, no craved Keigo. His whole being. You missed his smell, you missed his smile, his eyes, his hair, begrudgingly his wings regardless of the mess they'd leave behind. You whimpered out of pure want, that it hurt. You noticed the water nearly reaching over the tub. Quickly shutting it off you climbed off the edge and made a beeline for your room. Opening the door to the scent of his cologne. You inhaled it and sighed contented. A small smile gracing your features while rummaging through your drawers. While also looking through your closet for that lingerie set you bought ages ago. You stared at it sitting sinfully on your bed. It's vibrant colors desperately calling for you to wear it. Before feeling a pang in your heart. A small voice telling you you'll never be able to wear it for it's full potential, throwing it carelessly in your closet you went into the bathroom stripping and getting into the tub. ¥¥¥¥¥¥

 My neck is breaking, body shaking Sometimes it's so hard to breathe You took in a sharp inhale of breath. Closing your eyes as if the lyrics and musician was reaching into your heart and soul. But no one sees it follows me I always end up underneath You see Keigo's smile. See him laying next to you while you both talked, bodies still covered in sweat from your recent activities until the sun came up. The weight of the world Tears fell from your face. Emotions finally overtaking your entire being until you finally crack under the weight. Shooting up from the laying position you were in furiously wiping your face in disgust. This has gone long enough. As you were cleaning the bathroom up you hear the door closing and shuffling of feet padding against the cold floor. "Baby?." Your heart lept from your throat. Before rushing out of the bathroom seeing Keigo. All in his glory, standing at the threshold of the living room, eyes warn heavy with sleep and his hands in his pockets. You saw the way his face lit up. How his wings flexed upon your figure standing just a few feet away from your towel clad body. You didn't give him time to make another comment, before your body clashed against him. It's been far too long. He chuckles, regaining balance you almost knock out of him. Wings fully enveloping you into a tight, warm embrace as you took in his scent. "God I needed you so badly." You mumbled. Keigo let out a hearty breath. Before tightening his hold on you. "M'sorry baby. For Everything." Your half expecting him to make a sexual, cocky remark. But still enjoyed this glow. Of warmth, safety and love from just the hug. Before you felt the body numbing throb in your loins. You felt you slick pool from your core and you nearly salivate at the thought of him taking you right here on the floor. The feeling was so overwhelming that you mewled deliciously in his chest. Wings feathering up sending a jolt straight to his cock he moaned.

"Damn babe. Can't even make me dinner first?." There it was. 

You slapped his chest playfully before sauntering off into your room. Of course without rolling your hips that reeks of needing dick down. Keigo's eyes never leaving your form. Blood rushing to his dick straining his pants even tighter. He began walking towards the bedroom while simultaneously rubbing himself of the tension. "I wasn't expecting you back until later. Hadn't had time to cook." His smirk soon fell into a frown. She must've been so upset with the cancellation she didn't bother cooking. His heart fell with guilt head low while he mumbled another 'Sorry.' Under his breath. He quickly discarded his over-sized jacket, eyewear and headset on the floor carelessly and flopping on the bed. 

Granted it should've hurt the base of his wings, but they merely unfolded and layed lazily across the bed, the one wing dangling off the side. Turning your head you would've scolded him for leaving a mess. But he ended up making a mess of you. You could see his delicious dick print through his trousers, heavy and hard. Watching the small rise and fall of his chest, seeing how his under shirt hugged his upper body, you rubbed your thighs together for much needed friction. Still clad in your towel, you walked over to the front of the bed, his eyes lidded watching you as you helped take off his shoes for him.   "Why don't ya take that towel off for me too pretty bird." Your body froze. He let out a throaty, husky groan. "Do it for Daddy."

As you were yanking the bastard off your needy body, the sheer excitedness disappeared as fast at it came when his phones call ringtone filled the once quiet room. All tranquility gone along with your last straw. Keigo instinctively took it out and answered, much to your dismay. Not that he wanted to fuck you over in this moment, it's out of pure habit. "Yes?." His voice said from the other side of the phone. Before watching his eyes roll and a grumble escaped his mouth. Lifting a finger he mouthed "meeting. One moment." It was your turn to roll your eyes. Canceling dates is one thing. But right as he's about to get his dick wet? Fucking demented. "Yes I'll hold." His voice brought you from you angry monologue. You shifted in place as Keigo kept mouthing apologies, while he was speaking, you decided to act now, or forever hold your peace. Crawling your way towards his limp body, Keigo almost didn't realize you were hovering right above him until it was too late. He stopped abruptly, watching you with calculate eyes. Before you leaned down and began suckling his skin shown just above the neckline of his hero shirt. His eyes closed in bliss as his cock rose to life instantaneously. It' astounds him the power you have over his body. His Dick was completely flaccid until now, you bit down on his sweet spot as he let out a throaty moan. Which in turn shot a pleasurable jolt to your pussy. Eliciting a moan from you. "Fuck baby." He went to run his hands through your tresses to bring your body much closer, "Excuse me what was that Hawks." The voice rang from the other side. He felt as if he was caught with his hand down the cookie jar, while he quickly reflexes his hand away embarrassed, you couldn't help the playful giggle erupt from your plush lips. Lips he wanted around his cock and on his awaiting lips. "N'othin sir. Continue." He tried to wave you off to keep himself put together. 'such a Meek little bird.' you thought to yourself. Before lowering yourself down till you were eye level with his hard member. You licked your lips, eyes darting up to watch him carefully. Before your tongue came out and swiped at the zipper of his jeans. Keigo's eyes widened his head shooting up to look down at you so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. 'She wouldn't Dare..' He thought to himself. 'fuck' he inwardly groaned as she quickly undid his pants and yanked them down to his thighs. Cock springing free from it's confines as his head lolled back in pleasure. Letting out baited breath while still maintaining a composed voice for the meeting. You began quick work not giving Keigo time to compose himself, before meekly giving his thick throbbing cock a long lick from base, to head. Keigo's eyes shut tightly and hissed out in pleasure. Hand balled up into a tight fist, he muttered a 'not now baby' before you cut him off by shoving his cock deep in your mouth. You gagged, but refused to let up before bobbing your head with determined vigor. Either he'll hang up or don't. You didn't give a fuck anymore.  Keigo let out a loud guttural moan, before cursing himself as an angry voice was heard from the other side.

"I-I-. " his hand grabbed your hair. "I STUBBED MY TOE." You threw your head back from his cock with a 'pop' sound covering your mouth stifling your laughter. You could die at how embarrassed and flustered Keigo was right now. His face red as his wings, while being yelled at by meeting goers on the other side of the phone. Once you contained yourself you smiled coyly at Keigo. Very same cat like grin he'd give you before. "If they wanted a meeting." You said while crawling your way towards him, and whispering in his ear. "They can call you at a more respectful time. Because this is." You kissed his cheek. "Our time." Keigo mentally screamed. He was torn between attending this meeting now, and fucking your brains out. Clearly the later was already decided, as he felt your hot, throbbing wet sex lay flat against his shaft. His pupils dilated in lust while he kept eye contact with you. 

Your eyes lidded over, while your hips rolled up and down motions on his sex. He watched with baited breath, yearning a playful lip bite from you, as you began riding his shaft with so much sex appeal it should be Rated triple X. Something in Keigo snapped, and he found himself smothering you in a heated kiss. His tongue prodding at your plump lips begging for entrance. Which you happily obliged eagerly fighting his appendage for dominance. And Dominance you will get, for you moved your hand between your bodies while grinding against his cock, wrapping your hands around his neck snugly while Keigo gasped in surprised with how you were handling him. "Shhh." His eyes opened. "Let's not piss off your bastard bosses." Your head cocked to the side as you stilled your movements, body downright on fire at this point. 

He can feel your pussy clench around nothing while warming his cock. His smirk soon found it's way on his handsome features, almost causing you to mewl in pleasure from how hot he looked. "Do your worst birdie." Little bastard. As he began talking freely about a recent mission he completed, your eyes narrowed while his eyes would occasionally dart towards you. His newfound cockiness pissing you off further, before finally removing yourself from his body completely. Keigo's once confident smirk turned into a sputter of protests before he watched you move yourself above the top of his wing, his eyes widened in horror.

"What the fuck." He said aloud, voices falling on deaf ears as he watched you lower yourself enough to add friction but not too much weight to keep from hurting his wings. And begun grinding against the sturdiest part of the Appendage. He should be livid that you'd use his wings in such a way. "Babe. Don't-." Words cut short while he watches your face contort in sinful pleasure. Hands moving to play with your breasts, pulling the pert, hardened nipples between your fingers, while throwing your head back and letting out a breathless moan. He shouldn't. 

He really shouldn't indulge in this fucked up behavior. But- he focused on his feathers, moving them lightning speed, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your over stimulated, heated body. His cock twitched, and throbbed in pain at this point. Aching to be touched. Missing your heat. His hand absent-mindedly running down his chest, stomach eventually touching his cock. He gave himself and long tug, precum oozing from the head. Using it to lubricate himself for easier use. Finally the meeting was cut short, something something catch ya later assholes. Keigo quickly tossed his phone to the floor eyes still glued to you as another In coming call was arriving. Little did Keigo know he unintentionally answered the call. You finally let out the loudest moan possible. 

The vibrations of his feathers reaching the base of the wing. Your grinding becoming erratic. Uncaring of the pain he begun feeling Keigo begun working his cock to match your pace. His groans and throaty chuckles filled the air. Fuck you were so hot riding his wing. His orgasm fast approaching he could feel his lower abdomen flex, as his peak was nearly broken his hand was yanked from his cock, eyes shooting open you were back hovering over him with a sinister glint in your eye. Holy fuck that shouldn't turn him on anymore than he already was, before he knew it you sank down on his cock. "HOLY. FUCK. (NAME)." 

you used a rag you brought from the bathroom and covered his eyes with, and then he felt his hands bound and tied to the headboard. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He then felt your body shift off his cock. He whimpered, begged for you to come back. "You make me wait all this time. And you think I'm going to give you what you want Birdie?." He inwardly gulped at your harsh tone. Cock throbbing yet again. He moaned again as he felt you place opened mouth kisses to his stomach before lifting his shirt. Having his front bare. He looked so pretty like this. Wings splayed out. Hands tied, eyes bound. Pants to his thighs and a sheen layer of sweat causing his hair to cling to his face. Legs trembling and his member sprung to life. A panting, horny mess he was, Keigo.

You admired the view as you took a photo for. Later activities. Removing yourself further down, Keigo focused as hard as he could to figure out what you were up to. She already denied his orgasm. And now this?  Fuck he's tormented. She ripped his shirt completely open, he nearly nutted on the spot. "Don't you dare cum Keigo." Fuuuuuuuuuck. He threw his head back down, you began leaving hot kisses and love bites along his neck, chest, hip, inner groin, thighs. Murmuring how beautiful and good he's being. His hands fought the restraints, wishing, praying that he could touch you. Give you his complete utter attention that you so craved. Seems the roles are reversed, and that he's just going to have to hold on. After leaving your fill of marks on his gorgeous skin, you so in begun straddling his right leg. He bounced it in surprise, which enticed a moan from you. "Pretty Bird?" He asked voice barely a whisper. His ankle barely brushed your clit. You bit your lip. Before grinding on his ankle. Subtle. Keigo is writhing against the restraints, refusing the let you come undone by this. 

"Baby.. Please." He knew he sounded pathetic Knew his pleads are going on deaf ears. He jerked his foot upwards, your head thrown back in ecstasy. 

He turned his foot sideways, your clit rubbing against the ball connecting his ankle and joints. You rolled your hips against the bone like a women starved. Your back arching, sweating dripping down your back. Keigo used his feathers to remove the blindfold and cut the restraints then thrown on your back before you could process what was happening. 

"You're not getting off on my ankle little cumslut." 

He threw his trousers off as he crawled back over to you legs spread wide for him as you wrapped your hand around his throat he was so far gone in lust to even care, infact. It further aroused him. Eyes blown completely he bored through you. Chest heaving and panting heavily. In one fell swoop buried balls deep in your shopping cunt. The shrill shriek that left your parted lips pushed Keigo last the teasing. And went at a full blown mind numbing feral pace. He was breathing fast and heavy through his nose while he let out husky groans. Your hand begun digging into the flesh of his neck nearly cutting off circulation but he didn't care. All he cared about was the feeling of your wet cunt sucking his cock in ways he liked. His hands found their way on either side of your head, finding home at the edge of the bed before setting a fast pace, pistoning his pelvis against yours at inhuman speeds.

Your breasts bounced at the sheer force, knocking the air right out of you. Wrapping your legs tight around his waist drawing him deeper and harder into your heat. Keigo was fast. Almost too fast for your mind to process anything at this point, except his thick cock brushing your spongy spot that made you see stars, "you like that birdie?  Like it when I drive my fat cock in your pussy?." He was taunting you, edging you on. "Cum on this cock like the pretty slut that you are." His grunts getting closer together in between pants. His breath heavy. Wings curling in shutting yourselves from the world.

 "Yes Kei-Yesyesyesyesyes-." The dam in your stomach threatened to break. To spill all your secrets onto the bare walls of the bedroom everything long forgotten in the combined heats of your bodies. Mind fogging over in pure haze as your climax came crashing down on you. So much so you screamed till your throat burned. Keigo soon came undone by the tight vice grip your cunt had on his cock. Hot sticky spurts of cum shooting inside your womb. And painting your walls white. His head threw back and let out such a delicious moan you nearly - "Oh-FuKEIGO." You thought you had just pissed yourself, but soon noticed clear hot liquid shooting out of your pussy and covering both you and Keigo. 

You had squirted. Bodies lay limp on damp wet sheets while you both tried to catch your breath. Sweat and your liquids mingling together. Keigo landed flat against you, face in the Crook of your neck. Wings splayed out across the entire bed. And that's how you both laid for the longest time. Completely spent and ruined. When you both came down from your highs, Keigo lifted his face to look at you, smile adorned his rather flushed expression. Eyes softened, and an afterglow you wish you could commemorate to memory. He looked stunning. He kissed you with careless abandon. While stroking your cheek tenderly. Affection far different compared to his earlier treatment. He was in bliss. After your fill of that You both got cleaned up, and got back into bed before turning in for the night, while having mindless chatter before sleep finally succumbed you both. Keigo should've been careful though. In the midst of his heated lust. He didn't realize the phone call was still running. 

Before the man on the other end finally hung up.

Cerulean Eyes peering out into the quiet night lit city outside his window. 

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A/N: I proofread as much I could while stoned Af so please bear with my shitytness. 

[itstittycitybaby]

From the Ashes we are Born (Part 9)

 A/N: First things first if you read this through you are now a sinner sorry I don’t make the rules. Secondly, thank you @lazy-potato-author​ for this request! I hope you enjoy it! I have another request that will be out either this weekend or in the beginning of next weekend, so make sure to keep an eye out for that. After I get these requests out I might take some more it just depends on my schedule. This is a smut fic but V is not railing you in this one, because with a bullet wound it’s just not gonna happen lmao. Also, V is a switch and no you cannot tell me otherwise. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

Warnings: smut, nsfw 18+. Fingering, bit of dirty talk and praise. Enjoy my fellow sinners.

V grunted; one of chancellor’s men had managed to pelt him with a bullet. Thankfully, it didn’t hit anything important but it hurt like hell. V winced when he tried to laugh. The trouble he would be in once he got home to his darling was something he admittedly was looking forward to. Not the scolding, or the lecturing, but being able to see your face again. V’s right hand held tightly over the wound as he hobbled back to the shadow gallery. He couldn’t tell if he was bleeding badly thanks to his attire, but the sharp pain did not ease. It felt hot, like it was burning him. V laughed bitterly which caused him to wheeze. He knew too much about fire and how its unforgiving flames swept over your skin. V cursed himself; he promised he would be more careful from now on. Just a bit of a ways farther, he told himself.

“V!” He jumped at the voice of his love. Your eyes shifted to the hand holding his side as he leaned on the dining table. “Hello there darling,” V wheezed out, wincing. There was a simmer of anger in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend lean on the table for support. Godammit, you thought. He just got home! “V, what happened?” He didn’t say anything as he removed his daggers and hat and placed them on the table. You worried over him like a mother hen which made his heart swell at the thought. Though, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. V grunted, “I think I got shot.” “You think?!” You sighed turning away from your masked boyfriend. “Stay right there I’m getting the first aid kit,” you shouted over you, dashing towards the bathroom. Cursing, you grabbed it from under the sink and hurried to V. His breathing sounded irregular and he was gripping onto the table. The leather gloves were gone and his scarred hands turned white from the pressure he was putting on the edge of the table. The pads of your feet burned from running so fast but you didn’t care. “V I’m gonna need you to sit down.” “I-I can take care of it my darling, y-you...need some rest.” With a heated glare you repeated, “Sit.” V shrunk, which caused another grunt. Gently, you slung your arm around the good part of his torso and led him to a kitchen chair. You set the first aid kit on the table beside the belt of daggers and V’s hat. One layer down. “V..you’re not gonna like this but we’re gonna have to take off your tunic.” Silence. “V,” you said softly. “I need to look at the wound before it gets worse.” He sighed, causing him to curse softly in pain. “Alright, my darling,” he replied. There was a hint of sadness in his tone.

 Giving him a reassuring smile and a kiss on his head, you helped your boyfriend shimmie out of the top. V let out a hiss as the tunic sank onto his wound. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly, being more careful to get him out of the damn thing. The blood made the tunic stick to the wound and really it was just a sticky gross mess in general. A gasp threatened to claw its way out of your throat once you got the tunic off. V’s chest was burned, heavily burned. There were scars littered across it with an angry reddish colour. You swallowed your surprise, though. V was already ashamed and insecure. V’s head was low, refusing to look at you in the eye. Even with his scars, he was still beautiful. “V,” you whispered. “You’re beautiful.” His head shot up out of surprise. A groan left his lips as a flare of pain flashed him.“Right sorry,” you exclaimed, remembering why the both of you were here in the first place. Grabbing your supplies you knelt down in front of him. “Stay still as best as you can, if you need something to hold onto you can squeeze my shoulder,” you muttered.

You’re beautiful. The pain was sharp but dulled once he kept replaying your words in his head. V was anything but beautiful; he has blood on his hands. His skin was far from beauty. Disgusting. Mortifying. Every time he saw himself in the mirror he couldn’t help but sneer. His angel had to be lying to him. V’s head perked up at the sound of gauze being unwrapped. “After this you should be done,” you said. “Just be careful; we don’t want the stitches to bust, so no moving around without me,”  you softly chided. “You have to be more careful V. I don’t want something bad to happen to you.” He didn’t say anything, just kept trying to focus on the feeling of being patched up. The wound just throbbed now and to his right the bloody bullet lay on the table. “Why do you lie to me, my darling?” The tips of your brows furrowed in confusion as you bandaged him. “What?” “You said I was beautiful, love,” V said softly , “I am many things but I do not have beauty in me.” “Yes, you do. I haven’t been this happy in years, V. You’ve shown me patience and compassion. You look at me like I’m the most perfect thing in the world. Your voice is deep and rich. I love your scars V. They tell a story. Whatever happened was awful and you shouldn’t have gone through that, but,” you said, double checking the gauze you put over his wound. “It shows that you survived something and you’re still here to tell the tale.”  There was a mischievous glint in your eye. Leaning up, you placed a kiss to his chest. V froze; his blood felt cold and underneath the mask his cheeks flushed (thank god you couldn’t see it or you’d tease him relentlessly). V’s breath hitched at the feeling of your soft lips greeting his chest with a kiss.

 You sent him a wink before getting up and putting the supplies away. “After I get back, wanna watch something,” you asked, gesturing your head to the living room. V nodded. He didn’t trust his voice right now. You sent him one last smile before heading into the living room. V was alone with his thoughts again. The only thing he could think about was your soft lips on his horrid skin.

The hot mug of tea warmed his bare hands. The Princess Bride played on the old television. The lights were off, the T.V. gave off a soft glow but other than that the both of you were surrounded in darkness. V’s darling sat comfortably next to him, her eyes glued to the screen. He couldn’t concentrate on the film playing even though he enjoyed it. He felt vulnerable and bare without his tunic. The scarred burns and roughness of his skin was a hard reminder of the torture he endured. Everyday he was reminded of the need for vengeance and the underlying anger beneath his heart. V knew you deserved better; you deserve someone who wasn’t horrid looking or angry. You were kind and loving (albeit a mischievous minx at times), who saw the good in people. Even then, you understood V’d need to restore balance and peace. England needed a new era, it’s people have suffered for too long. Whoever took up that spot was not in his hands but hopefully, he’d be able to rid London of the monsters lurking in the shadows.

V was not paying attention to the movie. Sure, it was your favorite and not his, but he was more attentive. His posture seemed tense and uncomfortable. It made you sad knowing that V thought of himself unworthy and felt insecure. Though, you could hardly blame him. The scars that covered his torso were great in numbers and his skin was angry and raw. It reminded you of the silent rage and danger hidden underneath your boyfriend’s persona. V had never hurt you and he was an amazing lover, but you could feel the hatred. The thought excited you. The anger was quiet but whenever it came out of the shadows, it was violent. Witnessing V in battle was something you always watched in awe. Slowly, you tested the waters. You shifted closer to your masked lover. Very slowly you put your head on V’s bare shoulder. He became rigid and stiff as a board but eventually he sunk into you. V’s head rested on yours; the guy fawkes mask kissing you with its lips. He seemed more relaxed but still alert to your movements as Buttercup tumbled down after Wesley. “They’re so dumb,” you giggled, the bright orange dress Buttercup wore flying behind her as she rolled down the hill. “Sure they may not be the brightest but they’re in love, darling,” V replied smoothly. You snorted, “Of course you’d be seeing the romance of it.” 

He just hummed in reply, holding you closer to him.The end of the movie was nearing. V couldn't stand it any longer. You had snuggled into his side and every so often placed small kisses over his chest. He thanked the heavens for loose fitting breeches because he started feeling a bit warm. V could see the idea formulating in your brain. It made him smirk beneath his mask. A faux innocence you had put on but V knew his darling better than anyone else. You were clever and cunning but V was faster. Gently, V placed his hand on your left thigh. V smiled in victory when he heard your breath hitch. In his peripheral vision he could see your cheeks start to get flustered as you squirmed underneath his grip. V paid no mind though; if you wanted something you would have to ask. It amused him that one little touch seemed to make you compliant. Heavens, the things he wanted to do to you. Patience, he told himself. You weren’t going to give up that easily. After a few minutes with no new tactics, you relaxed once more focusing on the movie. V’s hand didn’t stray further up. Instead it stayed there stubbornly. Once V knew for sure you were focused on the movie, he carefully brought his left hand to his face. With deft fingers he carefully untied the mask and placed it beside him.

 Oddly enough you seemed too transfixed with the movie that you didn’t notice what your scheming boyfriend was up too. The soft glow didn’t show off his features too much, so he wasn’t too worried about you suddenly turning and seeing his face.V waited patiently for a few moments and then he struck. You didn’t really think too much of him shifting around until you felt rough lips kissing your jaw. “V-V,” you asked a bit breathlessly, leaning into his chest to give him better access. V  seemed to know exactly what spots on your neck and jaw were sensitive. How he knew where to softly kiss and nibble was beyond you. Again, V proved to be perfect at doing anything. “Yes, love,” he replied, his lips kissing at the spot where your jaw met your neck. “W-what are you doing?” Your back was pressed up against him and your head laid on his shoulder. You couldn’t see his face; his head was littering your jaw with soft kisses. “Should I stop?” “N-no,” you squeaked out in reply, cheeks turning red. V’s hands trailed down your stomach towards the hem of your shirt. He chuckled at your shyness. His hair tickled your neck lightly.  Slowly, he hiked up your shirt over your breasts. Your nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. The sight made him groan. They were soft and plump. “You’re an angel my darling,” he said huskily. “Look how gorgeous you are.” V’s lips returned to your neck. A whimper escaped your lips as his clever fingers gently circled around your areola on both of your breasts. Your nipples tingled, begging to be touched. Even though your thinking started to stop and everything felt hazy you were careful not to brush up against V’s wound. A madman, you thought. You mewled as his fingers finally started rubbing and pinching your nipples. V’s teeth nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving small red bruises in his wake. 

Your cunt started to throb with need and you fought the urge to grind on his thigh for some sort of release. Suddenly, it stopped. “H-hey!” “Ah ah ah,” V tutted. “Pay attention to the film.” “B-but..” you trailed off helplessly. “Do I need to repeat myself,” V asked, voice growing lower. “If you don’t pay attention I’ll stop.” Grumbling, you turned back to the movie. V chuckled; it sounded more sinister than his usual laugh. The noise alone made you feel tingly with excitement.“Good girl,” V purred, kissing the top of your head. You shivered. V maneuvered you in front of the T.V with his chest behind your back. Immediately, his fingers found your nipples again. You whimpered as they pinched your nipples lightly and rolled them between the pads of his fingers. His lips found your ear and V gently suckled on your lobe. You tried so hard to focus on Buttercup getting married to Prince Humphry. You didn’t want your boyfriend to stop. You wanted to be good. The fogginess in your brain threatened to take over. Heat pooled in your belly and you throbbed with need. V had barely started and you were already putty in his hands. “I love these,” he rumbled, kneading your tits with his hands. “They’re soft and warm just like my darling.” You shivered at his words much to his amusement. “Please V,” you whined. “Please what angel? Use your words.” Your face heated up. “Y-you know w-what I mean.” “I’m afraid not my darling,” he replied. V was grinning behind you as he watched you trip over your words. “Hm,” V said, mockingly pretending to think. His right hand crept down to the waistband of your skirt. Your eyes widened. V’s hand sunk under the waistband of your skirt. His hand hovered over your panties and you held in your breath waiting patiently. Finally, V’s fingers rubbed small circles over your clit over the fabric. “F-fuck,” you breathed out as his index finger added a bit more pressure. 

“What was that,” V asked, movements ceasing. Irritation bubbled in your chest. “Stop teasing me V it’s not fair,” you whined, trying to buck into his hand. V laughed, giving your neck a kiss. “Tell me what you want then, my songbird.” “Can you...use your fingers and…” you trailed off, squirming from his gaze. “Oh my darling, but I am using my fingers, but apparently that’s not enough.” “V!” “Alright alright my love, I just enjoy seeing you flustered.” V’s fingers shifted your panties aside. Gently, he spread apart your cunt. You moaned as his finger rubbed gentle circles around your clit. He knows what he’s doing. It didn’t surprise you, V was spectacular in everything he did. All thoughts ceased when V’s middle finger entered you. It stung a bit but he carefully searched for that spot. And when he found it, that’s when you lurched backward into him. V grunted in pain. “Oh my god I’m so sorry! Did I accidentally-” “Darling,” he interrupted, “I’m fine, relax.” The fingers on your left hand held the arm of the couch tightly to steady yourself more. You eyes rolled in the back of your head as V’s clever fingers curled into you, the pads of his fingers hitting that spot perfectly. The pressure on your clit didn’t cease either;you weren’t focusing on the damn movie anymore but V didn’t seem to care. He littered your neck with more kisses and bites. “Fuck,” you cried out as he added another finger. “My angel is taking my fingers so well,” V cooed. 

His thumb on your clit rubbed a bit more harshly, but it felt so good. “I wonder how you’ll react to my cock. But that’s for another time.” His left hand snuck up to your left nipple again and started messing with it. Your moans filled the room and you thanked god for being so underground. V’s lips found yours, but with the pressure on your clit and his fingers rolling over your nipples you struggled kissing him back. V chuckled at this, snaking his tongue around yours and exploring your mouth with it. V’s fingers brushed against your clit and that delicious spot one more time, causing you to cum. V’s left arm curled around your stomach, making sure you wouldn’t fall. You trembled in his hold as your orgasm started to take over. V whispered praises and supported you on his lap. V’s hand left your cunt and fixed your underwear and skirt again. “You did wonderfully my darling,” V praised. Your bones felt heavy and so did your eyes. “Are you well enough to get up,” he asked gently after a few minutes. Nodding your head, you carefully slid off. To his surprise, however, you knelt in front of him, parting his thighs. “Love-” “Shh,” you cooed, eyes twinkling with mischief. “It’s your turn, my darling.”