#my judgement gets clouded when i don’t get sleep

[00kittenz]

── desperation. ( psh ) 📠

pair: boss!sunghoon ㅊ employee!f!reader | warnings: smut, secret relationship, age gap (sunghoon is 10 years older), semi-public s.x (?), hoon is a needy boi, coercion, quickies, dirty talk, piv, no lube, no protection (don’t be like them!) | words: 1.4k

imagine boss!sunghoon being so needy n desperate for you at all times, he just can’t seem to keep his hands off you.. just needs to cop a feel whenever he can bc he’s that obsessed w you ;( he’s also willing to skip important business meetings just so he can bring you into his office when no one’s around and have you bent over his desk— loving the way your curves hug the work uniform in all the right places..

this is my very first ever post on enhablr !

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“please?” sunghoon’s desperation grew as time went on, nothing but lust clouding his judgement. he had you pushed up against his desk, caging his arms around the slope of your waist, hindering you from any retaliation, utterly defenseless in his hold.

“i promise i’ll be super quick..!” he pleads even more, pressing wet kisses all over your face, his pouty lips still lingering along the rim of your jaw afterwards. “just need you, so so sooo bad.”

sunghoon has been “negotiating” with you for the past ten-ish or so minutes, playing every trick in the book he possibly can in getting you to fold like a sunday lawn chair for him. what may have prompted all this you wonder ? well, he simply got hard at the sight of you and now you’re the one in ‘trouble’ because he can’t function while being bricked up at work. you two had an odd relationship to say the least… he was your boss, the man you reported to every day and pick up his morning coffee before he arrives at 8 AM sharp, but you also sleep with him sometimes?? (you thought it would be just a one off occurrence but sunghoon wanted it to be a more frequent, fwb type of deal..)

you were seriously hoping that he’d leave you alone today, you had a lot of work that needed to get done within a short timeframe and distractions weren’t going to do you any good, however, you couldn’t just say no to park sunghoon. there were dozens of other women who’d kill to be in your position, they already tried to seduce him one, two many times before— except you of course. you were like the golden employee who always followed orders, listened to directions the first time, and did everything the right way, he’s never really had to reprimand you and even on the rare chances you do mess up, he’d handle it with you in private; just like how he’s doing now.

hell, sunghoon makes it excruciatingly hard to resist him. especially when his breath inched beneath your ear, silky strands of jet black hair tickling your chin as he begs for your touch.

“i told you i was busy— hoon, s-stopp !” you helplessly whine, your mind kept telling you to refuse but your body was saying a completely different story. he knew exactly where to pull the pin, knew just how to make you give in to his not-so-safe-for-work desires.

“oh are we now ?, too busy for me ? what happened to wanting to get that new promotion, huh ?” he cocks his head to the side, turning arrogant all of a sudden now that he can use something as leverage over you. it’s a shame that he has to stoop to such low levels but he’s willing to try whatever method that’ll get him exactly what he wants.

as he whispers in further detail all the naughty things he wants to do to you, your legs were brought to a tight close, wanting nothing more than to relieve the ache you felt between your plush thighs; you feel dirty, disgusting for wanting your boss to fuck your brains out, it’s unprofessional, you shouldn’t be doing this— letting him have access to you whenever he wants almost felt dehumanizing.

though, you be lying if you said he didn't strike a bone in your body, maybe 3, or 4.. 10 at most. hell, maybe even all of them. some days you were able to keep your cool and act as though he had zero effect on you— however, he was just so unable to resist at times. you couldn’t help but be attracted to him; even if he was an asshole sometimes, you secretly liked it in a sick, twisted kind of way. if he was going to play this little game then you may as well play right along, plus you weren't gonna just walk around with soggy panties without getting something in return, right ? right.

“oh ? giving in already, guess you really do want it that bad, huh ?” he smirked childishly as you finally cave in, rubbing up against him, spreading and burying his knee between your thighs.

“shut up, do you wanna? or not ?” so over his annoying little antics, you gradually wiggled your hips against his toned, muscular thighs.

“it’s cute when you act all needy for me.” his hands caressed your waist, taking your leg to his hip, in effect your pencil skirt riding up your thigh.

you felt his clothed dick against your core as he pressed his body against you. sloppily taking your tongue against his.

you've always wondered how this man could get you so hot and sweaty all over a few words. then again, as long as you’re pleased; does it really matter ?

“fuck..” you spoke, hand grabbing at his tie, the melody of his luxury belt being unwrathed gave you a tsunami of chills. “quickly, i have a meeting in..” you checked you wrist, reading the analog watch that sat delicately along your veins. “15.” you heaved heavily, he tugged down your tights physically prepping himself with his hand.

“thats enough time to make me bust twice.” he chuckled. his length entered your puffy, dewy pussy.

“quick busser !” you laughed, knowing it'd strike a chord within whenever you tease him.

taking your ass in his hands before he paces himself. “you love when my dick coats your pussy in a thick coat. so, suck it.” he groaned, kissing onto your collarbone to keep himself quiet.

his office wasn't what people would call sound proof, but at a good distance from the door, nobody could be able to hear you. but keeping you quiet would deem to be the most difficult part.

sunghoon bear hugged you keeping you tight against him, he thought fucking you in your work attire, especially your tights, had to be the sexiest shit to dance on this earth. it's honestly why he's here. the way the thin black fabric wrapped around your thighs, he could just picture your sloppy pussy, wrapping around him. balls deep. and you took him so. so. so. well.

“ugh, yesyesyes..” your ragged breathing swam through his ears, giving him an ounce more of stamina. “shit !” your clit throbbed at his lower abdomens slight back to back friction, you grind up onto him, to feel more of that reminiscing release edging you.

he nibbled at your lips before taking them against his. “shut the fuck up. you dont— hell..wanna get caught do you ?” he swatted your thigh, thrusting himself at a slower, but rougher notion.

“fe—feel so good, nggh.. hoon..” you whispered, biting at his ear.

your forehead glistened with sweat, the buttons of your shirt leaving your perky breasts opposed and exposed. you threw your head back at the pulsating between the two of you, you could feel him. throbbing, and hardening inside of you, and it turned you way the fuck on. just as your pussy throbbed against his hard.

“c'mon mama.. you wanna drench your boss’s cock? huh ?.. wanna make it all gooey with your cum ?” he pushed you closer and closer with his words, as if him ramming into you wasn't enough.

“yes.. wan' make it gooey, baby !” you whispered under your breath. throwing your head back, leaving your boobs to bounce under the escaping light of his blinds.

“then cum, be a good girl..” sunghoon’s breath quickened, he was near the edge himself, if not on it.

the two of you, moaning into each other's lusty mouths, aching for more. your groans becoming quickened and hoarse as the burning knot in your stomach leaves you in discomfort. until a strong stroke came to pop that growing bubble inside you, releasing you of all your numbness. you came onto his thickness.

sunghoon, lost it at the feel of you tightening around him, lays you down onto the desk, pushing down on your stomach. he could feel himself through passing through your entrance. just thinking about it, left him blissful.

“fuck, fuck ! 's fuckin' right, squeeze me baby..” he finally broke, leaving all his pellent inside of you, slowly pumping himself a few more times before sliding out. his figure, breathing heavily, leaning onto your heaving chest.

you could hear him chuckling after awhile of comfortable silence. “looks like you're gonna be late for your meeting miss. y/n.”

“you so owe me.” you glare up at him as if this was all his fault.

“i do ?” he kissed your tummy.

“yeah, you do actually.”

“and what may that be?” he raises his brow, pushing up his thin framed glasses.

“a real date.”

“can i take you back to my place after ?” he kissed your tummy through your shirt once more.

“deal.” you grinned, catching your breath.

you were a dirty mess. a mess that sunghoon, had absolutely no problem with cleaning up.

[cosmicpearlz]

my love is mine, all mine (pt 2)

summary: more glimpses of your relationship with jude!

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: i’m having too much fun writing these scenarios lol

~one~

you rarely ever get into arguments with jude but when it does happen, it’s terrible on everyone’s part. this particular moment was about him not spending enough time with you.

“so you’re saying i can’t hangout with my friends? because that’s what it’s sounding like.”

“jude, that’s not what i’m saying! i’m just saying that it would be nice to have a day with just us. i feel like i’m left on a back burner right now.”

“we do hangout. i mean, i’m here right now but you wanna spend the time arguing!”

“tell me the last time we had a day to ourselves! please enlighten me,” you were beyond frustrated and your head was hurting from all the yelling.

“stop being so fucking clingy. i see you at home every night! we don’t need to be together 24/7.”

you felt your heart throbbing from the pain of hearing those words. is it really such a crime to want quality time with someone you love? between his training sessions and your job, there hasn’t been much alone time.

“okay. my apologies for wanting my boyfriend here with me. i won’t ask again,” you took a step back, looking down to possibly stop the tears. it didn’t work. the more you thought about it, the more it hurt.

jude instantly regretted saying that. he understood completely where you were coming from but the stubbornness in him clouded his judgement.

“baby, i’m-“

“i don’t wanna talk to you jude.”

-

it’s been hours since he last saw you. jude already made the guest room into his bed for the night and found himself restless. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but he couldn’t sleep without you near. even if you guys weren’t cuddling, at least his hand could be on you in some way. so he tossed and turned until he had enough.

jude makes his way to the room door, raising his hand to knock when the door swings open. it startles the both of you. leaving you to stare at each other in silence. jude noticed the dry tear streaks that laid on the apple of your cheeks. it made him feel worse.

“you really hurt-“

“i’m sorry bab-“

speaking at the same time wasn’t uncommon for you two, causing the both of you to let out a breathy laugh.

“you can go first honey,” his light whisper fell into the air as if he were too scared to talk any louder.

“jude, you really hurt my feelings earlier. i just wanted to spend time with you and you made it seem like i was asking for a million dollars or something bigger. i didn’t feel heard during our conversation but unfortunately i can’t sleep without you. so i was coming to drag you to bed even though i’m still very mad at you.”

“baby i’m sorry. i’m so sorry for hurting your feelings. i want you to know that i don’t mean it. hell, everyone knows i’m the clingy one! you’re the love of my life and i would spend days mending whatever hurt i caused,” his hands came to rest on your cheeks, fingers softly swiping at the dry tear stains.

“can we go to bed now? i’m exhausted and we can finish talking in the morning,” jude nods in response to you and kisses your nose.

“yeah, let’s go to bed m’love.”

~two~

“hey babe!”

jude looks up from his ipad upon hearing your voice through the phone. he was in germany for match and of course, he asked you to go with him. saying something along the lines of being his good luck charm. you couldn’t originally get the off time from your job.

“i miss you so much.”

“jude, baby you’ve been gone for like two days.”

“and your point is?”

“okay, whatever you say. anyways, i got a package for ya! just open the door.”

the boy failed to realize how close your face was in the camera and how you whispered. you had surprised him by coming to germany, being that your boss changed her mind and let you go. it wasn’t like you asked for off time a lot anyways.

“what?”

“can you open the door baby?”

jude jumps off the bed and practically leaps to the door. swinging it open to find you with a toothy smile. he rushes to hug you, bending down to your hight and pulling you into his arms.

“you said you couldn’t come!”

“surprise! my boss decided to let me take the time off last minute. i found the first flight here.”

“how’d you get to the hotel? i would’ve picked you up.”

“it wouldn’t have been a surprise then.”

he detaches himself from you to grab your bag, then grabbing your hand, walking you inside. you take a seat on the couch that was sitting in the room and smiled as your boyfriend put your bag next to his.

“i can’t believe you’re here.”

“well believe it,” jude sat next to you and began pressing kisses into whatever inch of skin he could get to.

“babe relax,” you say, in between giggles as he continued his work down to your neck. only getting off you when you pushed his shoulder back.

“i just missed you.”

“it’s been two days!”

“so what.”

~three~

you’ve become familiar with jude being your passenger princess. you never minded, it was just nice having someone to drive with. so, you took him on another one of your side quests. thrifting.

“i hope i find something good this time. last time we went, it was a bunch of bullshit.”

“i’m kinda hoping i see something i like,” you gasp into response to him, quickly looking at him and then looking back at the road.

“woah, thee jude bellingham is interested in thrifting?”

“oh come off it.”

“i’m just saying! i literally never heard you say anything like that. just making sure my ears heard correctly,” you give him a teasing smile.

“i will jump into oncoming traffic.”

“no you won’t.”

“i swear i will.”

“i’m calling your bluff.”

the silence in the car became loud as you both tested one another.

“no i won’t.”

“ha! i knew it.”

“whatever, drive faster loser. all the good stuff are gonna be gone.”

~four~

you wake up finding the bed empty. jude’s side is made up, totally not uncommon. you figured he was at training and got out of bed to get something to eat. as you walked to the kitchen, you find your boyfriend with his bare back towards you.

“good morning darling,” he turns his head to face you with a small smile.

“good morning. what’s all this?”

“i wanted to cook for you! training was canceled today because of a family emergency. i was gonna surprise you in bed but of course you had to wake up early.”

“that’s very sweet of you,” you make your way towards him and wrap your arms around his waist. pressing your front into his back, hugging him as tight as you could. you leaned up to kiss the back of his shoulder blade before stepping away.

“let’s spend the day inside.”

“are you sure jude? i know today is my off day but you don’t have to stay in with me.”

“i want to.”

jude plates the food and sits it on the dining room table. you follow close behind and go to grab your chair. instead, jude pulls out your chair for you. pushing you in before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. sitting down next to you, you both began to eat. a comfortable silence fills the room as you both ate. his free hand resting on your thigh, caressing the skin beneath his fingers.

“i love you so much. thank you for this.”

“you shouldn’t have to thank me. i’m your boyfriend, it’s a job of mine to make sure you’re feeling loved at all times.”

“trust me, i feel all the love right now.”

“it still wouldn’t be enough to express how much i truly am in love with you darling.”

“don’t get sappy on me bellingham,” you teased, watching his face attempt to hide a smile.

“oh we wouldn’t want that,” he plays along and kisses your cheek, making you both laugh in the process.

[devil-spire]

Castle of glass.

Summary: diaboys reacting to you fainting on them. Headcanons.

Characters: Kou Mukami, Subaru Sakamaki, Azusa Mukami, gn! reader.

Tags/warnings: fainting, blood sucking, mentions of blood and knifes, a usual day in dialovers.

Something with my three fav boys... I might write more if you guys like it ♡

❀ Kou Mukami.

- At first he’d tease you, say something like “eeh my M-neko-chan has finally fallen for me I see!”

- That is until he notices how the vitality seems to drain from your expression. Your eyes seem glazed over, your body is limp, not in the way it is when you and him share sweet dreams in the comfort of his room. 

- No reaction follows his usual teasing either, not your cute pouts or bashful glances when he managed to fluster you.

- There is clearly something wrong with you.

- And for an instant, he doesn’t know what to do.

- He stays there, kneeling besides your still body, his smile wiped from his face for once.

- He is very worried and low key panics for a second. There is so much he wanted to still show you, so many gifts he wants to still get for you, what if…

- No, he cannot let thoughts such as this to cloud his better judgement.

- Probably tries to ask his siblings for help (thankfully he doesn't take Azusa’s suggestion to stab you to see if you’ll react).

- With all the ruckus around you, your eyes begin to stir. Your sight is still unfocused, and yet those eyes of his his, like the bluest sky, somehow give you the strength to fight the dizziness away.

- “Kou-kun…” he hears the weak call of his name, and within seconds he is pulling you close to his chest, his forehead against yours to make sure you are here with him.

- “Stay with me…” a barely there utterance of your name leaves his perfect lips, not the nickname he often used, but your name, reserved often only for the intimacy shared in the privacy of his or your bed.

- Afterwards, he is totally giving you the princess treatment.

- You are always there for him when nightmares shatter his sleep in fragments of a painful past. He has to give back all the kindness and love you showered him in every time.

- Kou will bring you your favorite snack, even try to make it himself, despite the result maybe not being perfect (please accept it, he put so much effort into it!).

- If you’d rather cuddle, he’ll hold you all night, in the same way you did when the phantom of his scars still ached; he’ll sing to you, lyrics only you get to hear, the affection in his voice rivaling his tender touches.

- He just wants to be there for you as much as you have always been for him, he is such a sweet baby who loves you unconditionally.

❀ Subaru Sakamaki.

- “Tsk, oi! oi!” The anger in his voice is mixed with the shadows of worry and underlying dark hues of panic as he calls for you.

- To no avail, for you slump unresponsive against his chest.

- His arms wrap protectively around your form.

- “You idiot!” He grits his teeth, fear and anger rising in his heart, almost choking him like wilted rose thorns.

- Why are you not answering him? Why is a crease forming in between your brows?

- Is it his fault after all? Does he really always ruin everything? 

- “Subaru…” You call, half unconscious. In your daze and shallow breathing, you cling to him.

- Clenching his jaw, Subaru picks you up in his arms.

- “You really are an idiot…” He softly utters, voice devoid of any malice.

- “Don’t go…” You mumble, skin coated in a sheen of sweat.

- Well, at least you seem to be conscious enough to still know he is by your side. He just hopes this is indeed not too bad.

- Brings you to your bed and when you fully wake up he is most likely losing it because why did you agree to him having your blood if you were feeling weak?

- You know he can go without it for a little longer, it’s not like he cares about you of course (his words not mine) it’s more that it’s a hassle to have to care for you afterwards and besides what if something had really happened to you or what if you hadn’t been with him-

- His speech is interrupted by your hands gently cupping his face and your lips on top of his.

- For an instant, ruby eyes widen, his cheeks matching their hue, but then he is quick to return the kiss.

- There is desperation written all over it, filling the sensation with subtle layers of fear, white wilted petals on moonless nights.

- “I love you…” You think you hear, barely above a whisper, when you part ways.

- “What did you say, Subaru?” You ask, half teasing.

- His face’s hue deepens, as he pouts, looking away.

- “I told you! You have to tell me when you are too exhausted to give me blood! Don’t you dare do that again!” He sputters, stomping away.

- Well, you’d rather he be his tsundere self that have him worried about you (as cute as he is).

❀ Azusa Mukami.

- Not a good idea to fall unconscious by his side, just saying /hj.

- See, Azusa is a sweet boy. It’s just that he might use… rather… eh… unconventional methods to try and wake you up.

- I mean, yes, he sure is scared that you just have fainted on him, but also the pained expression on your face… That means you are enjoying this, no?

- Then, is this really bad? Maybe if he gives you some new “friends” you might come to.

- He really is trying his best, poor baby :(

- But this isn’t right… you usually flinch or try to resist when he tries to cut you.

- Why are you completely unresponsive now?

- “Hey… Eve…” Azusa calls, his voice slightly quivering, the usual aloofness in it threatening to crack.

- This is definitely not good, you always answered him, after all.

- Now he is beginning to become frightened. What if he ends up losing you too? He doesn't want you to be just a permanently etched wound on his skin. He needs you, your here and now.

- “Azusa, what are you doing?” Ruki’s voice cuts through his disarrayed thoughts.

- “Eve… they… they fainted.”

- “It’s not severe, I told you not to cut her too much, figure it out by yourself.” Is Ruki’s statement as he walks away.

- After a few minutes, you finally regain consciousness.

- You are met by dull amethyst eyes, a silver lining illuminating them beautifully the moment you react.

- “You’re awake… Eve…” 

- He wraps his arms around you before you’ve had time to fully sit up from the daze.

- “Azusa!” You yelp, not expecting the sudden embrace.

- Despite him always having a cold body temperature, his hug feels… comforting, a welcome warmth fending off the chills that raked your skin up until moments ago.

- A smile tugs at your lips, as you return the embrace. Perhaps Azusa is learning about this gentler kid of affection now.

- In that case, you’ll give him plenty of it. You stay like that for a while, neither of you wanting to pull away.

- “Eve… is safe…” He whispers, pulling away enough to lock eyes with you with a tender smile.

- And his gentleness does certainly make you feel that way right now.

: ̗̀➛ posted to my ao3 too: PrincessAmy.

[sc0tters]

Wanna Bet | Quinn Hughes

summary: when Quinn tries to put you in your place it lands him in your sheets.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, oral (fem receiving!), p in v, swearing, choking.

word count: 2.51k

authors note: okay I liked this smut like way more than the Luke one from this morning. Quinn with enemies to lovers is something I don’t remember writing before but this was fun so we are gonna allow it.

Seeing Quinn always felt weird to you.

Since the moment you joined the Canucks you two just didn’t seem to get on, the constant bickering was enough to make anyone want to avoid you both. So eventually you both just accepted the fact that you were destined to be colleagues who tolerated each other. It was a silent yet assumed to be mutual agreement.

Yet it seemed that Quinn felt like testing that agreement as you were walking to your car as you were only meant to be working during the first groups practice session. Quinn had been apart of it and with what felt like the worst practice of his life especially after getting the C when you started asking him questions about his performance it only felt like a twist of the knife.

Quinn swore he was seeing red as he was hot on your tail “what the hell was that today y/n?” He spat as the door to the rink shut behind him.

You two were the only ones in the parking lot as you sighed “Quinn I did my job-” you spun around to explain it to him when you realised just how close he was to you.

The hockey player sent you a glare “your job is not to make me look like an idiot.” He pointed out crossing his arms that tightened as he was still in his compression shirt due to the rush he was in to get to you “don’t need to do that when you seem to do it all by yourself.” You flashed him a sarcastic smile as you turned back to your car where your face quickly dropped to a frown.

Quinn furrowed his eyes seeing that you had stopped “you forgotten how to walk to your car or something now?” The boy smirked “forgot to plug my car in.” You pointed out as you walked over to the plug your car into its charging station.

He couldn’t help but laugh “c’mon,” the hockey player motioned to you to follow him “you think I’m going home with you then you’ve got another thing coming Hughes.” Your eyes formed a glare as he walked over to you “princess I hate to be the one to tell you that it’s starting to rain so without me you’re shit out of luck right now.” Quinn’s harsh words made you look up at the sky to see the grey clouds that loomed over Vancouver.

Against your better judgement you nodded “where is your car?” You asked avoiding his smirk not wanting to see him win.

The drive back to your place had been awkward to put it lightly “you know you interviewing me like that was fucked up.” Quinn spoke as you stared at the traffic lights that illuminated a red glow in front of you “Quinn if you can’t handle the truth from me then maybe you need a reality check.” Your words were honest as you pointed your finger at him.

It made the boy scowl “I’m starting to see why Tito turned you down.” The Hughes boy mumbled as he started driving again “what happened between him and I is none of you business!” You groaned as you had helped the Canadian settle into the team when he got traded, and one night he ended up in your bed. The same thing happened twice more before you both agreed to simply be friends.

Quinn took your irritated state as an encouragement to go on “that must have been a bad night for him.” The boy continued driving on as the light changed to green “please I was a great fuck!” You blurted out no longer caring about your desire to have a filter “if anything I feel sorry for the girls that you sleep with.” Your words made the boy tense up as he turned to your apartment building “in fact I don’t think you could even make a girl come.” If you knew the response your words would get then maybe you wouldn’t have said it.

His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel as he gripped at it “don’t think you’re ready to eat your words.” Quinn confessed as you leaned against the centre console “I think you’re not ready to see that I’m right.” The car almost crashed as the boy kissed your lips.

It was strong as he brought his hand behind your head making sure that you couldn’t pull away “where do I park princess?” The boy asked as a hoot car from the car behind his “just up here.” Your cheeks turned pink as you could still feel his lips against yours.

He slipped his arm through your bags strap as he smiled watching you direct him to the elevator “who would have thought that the way to get you quiet is just by kissing ya?” Quinn cocked his head as your back was pressed against the elevator wall after you pressed the floor number “shut up,” you grumbled placing your hands on his cheeks as you pulled him into a kiss. His tongue danced over your lip as you moaned letting him slide it into your mouth “sorry,” a voice came from the doors as someone let out an awkward cough. You sent the guy a smile as Quinn pulled away from you. Thankfully you only had to stand there for a mere few minutes before you two got to your floor.

Your apartment door called your name as you dug into your purse to grab your keys when Quinn’s hands went to your waist “Quinn behave.” You pleaded as you felt his head drop to your neck “have I ever told you how much I love this skirt?” Quinn asked letting his lips nip at your neck as his fingers trailed over the shirt skirt “n-no,” you shook your head as you finally got the door open.

The two of you barely got into the apartment before he spun you around “want to see me make you come?” The hockey player smirked as he pushed your body against your door shutting it behind you “don’t think you could.” You tried to remain calm.

Quinn let his lips hover over yours “was gonna take you to your bed.” He confessed as he clicked his tongue “but now I’m going to make you come right here.” Your eyes went wide watching him drop to his knees “like to see you t-try.” Your palms grew sweaty as the hockey player pulled your skirt up revealing your white panties.

He let out a whistle hooking his fingers in either side of your panties “think you knew that you were gonna get fucked tonight.” Quinn pointed out as he let your panties slide down your legs “told Tito to come o-” your words were cut off as Quinn lay his tongue flat against your slit licking a straight line before he practically pecked your clit “not so talkative now are you?” The hockey player smirked setting his tongue back on your clit as he let his two fingers thrust into your cunt.

Your hand slapped over your mouth as the boy comfortably found himself between your legs “let me hear you princess.” Quinn’s words sent shivers up your spine as you looked down to nod.

If you didn’t know any better you would have sworn that he was a starved man as he let his tongue work on you like you were his last meal “shit Quinn.” You groaned forcing your hips further into his face as your head pushed against the wood of your door.

Quinn left his pants grow tight at the sheer squelching noise that left your core as his fingers formed his scissoring motion as they thrusted deeper into you “you want to come princess?” He asked using his free thumb to rub against your clit “c’mon I know you want to just let it go.” With that the hockey player brought his lips back to your clit finally setting you over the edge “don’t stop.” You cried out as your fingers locked into his hair as you rode his face feeling him smile beneath you.

The hockey player pulled his fingers out from your core watching how they shone begin covered in your juices “taste how sweet you are princess.” Quinn ordered bringing himself back up to his feet as he tapped his fingers on your lips “pretty good for a guy that can’t make you come huh?” The boy smirked as your tongue swirled around his fingers like it was his cock in your mouth.

When you moaned it made him realise that his pants could no longer take simply watching you “where is your bedroom?” Quinn asked furrowing his eyebrows as he picked your panties off of the ground shoving them into his sweatpants pocket “you can get those back if you are good in bed.” The boy reminded you about the claim that you had yet to make good on.

You giggled beginning your walk to your room as you slowly began to shed your clothing starting with the Canucks polo that you were sporting revealing your black bra “you’re playing a dangerous game princess.” Quinn warned as you sent him an innocent grin “what are you going to do about that?” You clicked your tongue as you slipped behind your bedroom door pulling the skirt off of your legs as you were left in nothing but your bra when he came into the room.

Quinn took in the sight of your gorgeous body as he smiled eyes meeting yours “isn’t fair that you’re in so little is it now?” His voice was soft as your fingers danced over his compression shirt “leaves little to the imagination.” You pointed out shaking your head “knew you liked looking at me in this.” The hockey player lightly pushed you onto your bed as he pulled his shirt over his shoulders revealing his abs that made your mouth water “like what you see?” Quinn teased as he repeated the same action with his sweatpants leaving himself in his boxers.

Your eyes were practically glued to the bulge i that was barely hidden by the material “think you do too.” You teased as you watched him grab a condom from his wallet before he came down onto your bed with you “you’re taking your time cap.” You pointed out as you smirked seeing his expression harden.

What you didn’t expect was that he would flip you over causing your face to land in the fluffy blanket that sat on your bed “fuck princess I wanted to fuck you good but I guess I’m gonna have to fuck you like the brat you are.” Quinn grunted reaching down to break the clip in your bra letting your breasts hang free.

A whimper left your lips as you heard the sound of the condom wrapper ripping behind you “please Quinn.” You begged waiting to feel him against you.

Quinn smirked “you know that you aren’t calling me that anymore.” Before the hockey player gave you a chance to respond his cock was running over your clit before he let it thrust into your cunt.

Your hands could barely keep your body up as you adjusted to his size “Jesus cap!” You groaned letting your head drop into the mattress.

His hands grabbed at your hips bringing your body back to meet each of his thrusts “god princess you’re so right.” Quinn let out a grunt as he watched how your cunt repeatedly swallowed his cock as he made sure to bottom you out.

All you could do was nod as your hands grabbed at the comforter beneath you “shit Quinn.” You moaned as you began grinding your hips against him when the boy brought his hand down to slap your ass.

The gesture made you jump “you know that’s not what you’re calling me tonight.” The boy mumbled increasing the pace of his thrusts “you got a captains kink huh cap?” You asked letting your head turn to look at him as you smirked “get all hot thinking about me-” you were cut off as a moan left your lips “calling you cap when you fuck me?” You got your words out before he slapped your ass again.

Quinn felt his breath waiver as you clenched around his cock “should be finding a way to get you to keep quiet before you start running that fucking mouth.” With one movement he leaned down picking your body up “guess I’ve got to take matters into my own hands.” His words vibrated in the shell of your ear as his hand wrapped around your throat bringing you flushed against his torso.

The angle caused the boys cock to slide deeper into your cunt and that combined with the decreasing blood flow to your brain meant that you were overwhelmed with pleasure “fuck cap.” You cried bringing your hand down to rub at your clit as your head lay against his shoulder.

He took it as encouragement to go faster as your pussy began clenching around his cock more frequently “I’m gonna come,” you announced not seeing him shake his head “fucking beg for it.”

His order rang through your ears as you forced your eyes open “please let me come cap, I need you.” You pleaded almost having tears from in your eyes as you feared him saying no.

Quinn felt his cock throb “I’ll be your good little girl.” You added making him laugh “think you are already that baby.” The hockey player pointed out as he pressed a kiss to your temple “got you right where I want you right now and you can’t do shit about it.” His reminder made your cunt clamp down on his cock.

The boys hand squeezed around your throat “let me hear you go.” He smiled as you let out a min forcing your fingers to go even faster on your clit.

Your orgasm caused your body to shake against him “fuck fuck fuck!’ You cried not realising that your actions spurred on his own orgasm “so good princess.” Quinn cooed as he coated the inside of the condom with his come.

As his hand released your throat your body came down onto your bed as you let out a large breath “was I too rough?” He asked letting his cock slide out of your soaked cunt.

Quinn lay next to you as he watched you look up to him with a smile “not that was hot.” You blurted out leaning up to grab a hoodie off of your floor “where do you think you’re going?” The hockey player furrowed his eyebrows.

You turned to him with a smirk “I’ve got to go pick up my car.” You explained as to your surprise he shook his head reaching out for your hands as he pulled you back onto your bed “we aren’t done just yet.” Quinn mumbled cupping your face in his hands as he kissed you.

Clearly you were in for a long afternoon.

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

Some More J X Thad Incorrect Quotes

(A sequel to these two posts)

———

Uzi: J, takeout the trash.

J: Sure. (Turns towards Thad, batting her eyes) Hey, Thad, will you go out with me tonight?~

———

J: (Kisses Thad on the lips)

Thad: (Is caught off guard, but quickly reciprocates the kiss)

J: …Did you steal my chapstick?

Thad: Did- Did I what?

J: My chapstick, Thad. Did you steal it?

V: J, for the love of God, not this again.

Thad: I- No, I didn’t steal your chapstick. We use the same chapstick.

J: No, there is absolutely no way we use the same chapstick, because it was only sold on one JCJenson shop two years ago and they discontinued it, and I loved it so much that I bought the last of their stock, and I keep it in my freezer so it doesn’t go bad. It’s been discontinued for three years. No one else uses the same chapstick for three years. So unless you’ve been eating a whole fuck ton of something that’s flavored like chocolate and popcorn, you absolutely stole my fucking chapstick.

Thad: Chocolate and popcorn?

V: Why do you think it got discontinued?

———

Lizzy: Hey, J, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

J: Yeah.

Lizzy: And you, Thad?

Thad: Umm… yes?

Lizzy: Great! Because I’m not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! (Saunters off)

J: Did she just-

———

Thad: We should get you to a technician for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

J: …You realize any other person that made their partner overheat in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

———

J: Look, I know you think my judgement’s clouded because I like Thad a little bit.

Uzi: (Holds up J’s Ruled Murder Drones Notebook) You doodled your wedding invitation.

J: (Dismissively) That’s our joint tombstone.

Uzi: (Sarcastically) My mistake.

———

Thad: I would never say that my girlfriend is a bitch and I don’t like her. That’s just not true… my girlfriend is a bitch and I love her so much!

———

Thad: J is too tall for me to kiss her on the lips. What should I do?

Lizzy: Punch her in the stomach. Then, when she doubles over in pain, kiss her.

Doll: Проткните ее.

Uzi: Dump her.

V: Kick her in the shin.

J: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

———

J: I want someone to take me to art museums and make out with me.

Thad: (Flirtatiously) But they say not to touch the masterpieces~

J: (Equally flirtatious) Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall~

Uzi: (Looks away in disgust) Ugh…

———

J: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Thad: I would be happy if you ate, kept your software up to date, and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

J: I said within reason, Thad. How about I murder that guy? (Points at Chad)

Thad: So murder is in reason, but proper self care isn’t?

J: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

———

Thad: Can I have 2 straws with my drink?

J: Aww-

Thad: With 2 straws, I can drink it twice as fast!

J: (Looks at him, thoroughly unimpressed)

———

Uzi: (Glaring, her Solver at the ready) What have you done with Thad?

J: Nothing. Why? (Leans forward, smugly) Do you have suggestions?~

(Uzi throws a barrel at her)

———

N: Truth or dare?

Thad: Truth!

N: Do you-

J: I dare you to kiss me.

Thad: (Passionately makes out with J)

N: He said “truth”, right?

———

Thad: What do you want to be for Halloween?

J: Yours~

Thad: (Blushes profusely)

Uzi: …Yeah, that would be pretty scary.

———

N: (Trying to make small talk) So… How long have you and Thad been together?

J: (Blushes heavily) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Thad and I are not together. No. No.

N: (Unimpressed) …Really? Sixteen “nos”? Really?

———

V: Why do you look like that?

J: (Laying facedown on the floor) Like what?

V: Like you’re dead.

J: It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.

(V looks questioningly towards N, who is standing awkwardly off to the side)

N: …She accidentally called Thad “babe” in front of everyone today.

V: (Tries to suppress her laughter)

J: (Sobs into the floor)

———

J: Thad kissed me!

Lizzy: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

J: It was unbelievable!

Lizzy: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

V: Okay, we want to hear everything. Lizzy, get the crude oil and shut off your phone. J, does this end well or do we need tissues?

J: Oh, it ended very well~

Lizzy: (Walks back into the room, crude oil in hand) Don’t start without me! Do not start without me!

V: Okay, alright let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I have you now” kind of thing.

J: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Lizzy: Ohh… So, okay, was he holding you? Or was his hands on your back?

J: (Smiles fondly) First they were on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Lizzy & V: Ohhh.

-Meanwhile-

Thad: And, uh, then I kissed her

Uzi: (Thinks on it) Tongue?

Thad: Yeah.

N: Cool.

———

J: (Wildly shaking N by the shoulders in a panic) WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THAD AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT DO I DO!?

———

Uzi: Hey, what have you two been up to?

V: We were helping J write her vows, but she kicked us out because Lizzy was making inappropriate suggestions.

Lizzy: How is “Thad, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

———

Lizzy: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple…

N: (Hugging Uzi) I really care about your feelings!

Uzi: (Cupping N’s face in her hands) I really care about YOUR feelings!

Lizzy: (Turning her head) …and then there’s the disaster couple…

J: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Thad: I WOULDN’T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

———

J: (Threateningly) I’m this close to falling in love with Thad.

N: Uh, your fingertips are touching.

J: (Her eyes narrow) Exactly.

———

Thad: (Laughs) Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing-

J: (Flatly) We are literally married.

Thad: (Grinning) Still.

———

Thad: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

J: Aren’t you forgetting something?

Thad: Uh… oh, right. (Kisses her on the mouth before running out)

J: (Blushing profusely) No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

———

Uzi: Hey, what’s up?

Thad: (Jokingly) The sky.

Uzi: (Annoyed) No, I meant like, what are you doing?

Thad: Oh, J.

Lizzy: (High-fives Thad) Nice.

Uzi: (Rolls her eyes) Ugh…

———

Thad: Your pretty, your smart, and your ignoring me, so obviously your my type.

J: (Looks up from her status report) I’m sorry- what were you saying?

Thad: (Grinning widely) Perfect.

———

J: I’ve been dropping him the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now, and still no response.

Thad: Wow. He sure sounds stupid.

J: (Lightly blushing) But… he’s not. He’s actually really smart, just… dense.

Thad: Maybe you just need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

J: (Her blush intense and beads of sweat appear on her visor) I- I guess you’re right. Hey Thad, I love you.

Thad: See, just like that!

J: (Frustrated and blushing heavily) Holy fucking shit.

Thad: If that flies over his head, well I’m sorry J, but he’s just too dumb for you.

J: (An “are you serious” look plastered on her face) Thad.

———

J: Just a minute V. I have to take out the trash.

Thad: (Just walked into the room) Oh, we’re going out?

———

[cherubispunk]

CHERUB (PART I) - Dealer!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: your uncle can’t pay for his weed, joel finds another form of payment.

a note from Lucy: SHEEE'S BAAACK! im sorry but someone had to do it. I took it into my own hands. Hate myself...but I love this. When fleabag said ‘I am a bad feminist’>>>.

playlist | alternate banner by THE cherub @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

wc: 3377 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! no outbreak (but Sarah still dies sorry), no use of y/n but joel calls the reader ‘Cherub’, porn with little plot, bombastic age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Joel is in his late 50s), Smut, dubcon, P in V sex (unprotected), Creampie, Cumplay, dom!Joel sub!reader dynamic, sex as payment for drugs, allusions to oral - m receiving, Fingering, ever so slight assplay, Choking, gagging (not on his d tho *sigh*), panty sniffing and stealing, Light Spanking, mentions of using drugs such as weed, alcohol consumption, Smoking, use of pet names (baby, cherub, angel, good girl...etc), Joel being foul mouthed, cursing, dirty talk, spitting, spit play. Some of the most animalistic, disgustingly wretched and vile porn I have written thus far...with so little plot that this earned me my place in hell. Big Dick Joel Miller comes as his own warning.

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It was no delicate whisper, or hushed uttering that Joel Miller was now everywhere in you. Scraping the backs of your teeth, festering like a virus in your bloodstream. Melding to the marrow of your bones. The walls of your cunt. 

He had a devastating habit of seeping through the cracks of your closed lids. Ready to pillage and plunder his way through your head in its numbed state of sleep. When you could have finally— finally stopped and not felt. But he ebbs deeper.

He did not belong there.

He would not belong there. You’d not give him closure to live and breathe in intimate parts of your anatomy. The only place he would be from now on was between your legs. And maybe in your bed until the wee hours of the dry morning. 

That is where you would let him sit.

That is where he would stay. 

You hate him. You hate his face. You hate his voice. Hate his fucking temper. But worst of all— the cataclysmic catalyst in your small world of four bedroom walls—you hate how you don’t hate him at all. Not really. Your heart wouldn’t let you. It would break your own ribs clean in two to lurch from your flayed chest and into his palms. If only he’d open them. 

Joel Miller gnashed you between his teeth to let you splatter past his lips on the sun cracked dirt. He circled you like a wild cat. His pretty gazelle. Graceful, light on her feet. You felt the splintering distraction of him in the base of your skull. Dull and aching. Still there to rot into earth.

You came for the pleasure but you stayed for the pain. 

Distraught with him, you contemplated desertion. Something akin to treason for his tyranny. Cowardice churning at your gut. The pleasure you would draw from the curling scowl of his coarse brows. The thin line you’d make of his lips and dark mist of hickory that would cloud his eye and better judgement. 

But then what? You soon learned  that if it wasn’t devastating, reaping its agony in your silly little fractured chest— you didn’t dare need, nor crave it. Joel Miller was harrowing. 

Broken. Broken, broken, broken — Maimed, shattered, blistered to burst like waterlogged paint. He made you all, and nothing. Made you shrivel into your own shell at the phantom of his thought. Baring your teeth at the need to divulge in feeling deeper than satiation. 

—

You’d cycled back home, hair damp and lank with rare Austin rain. Slow circles of the pedals around a pivot, swerving gently from one side of the empty road to the other. Eyes ahead of you. It was like you were floating in a daze under the yellow saturation of the streetlamps. Past shabby housing estates back to the trailer park you called home. Tips from tonight tucked into the pocket of your apron, ready to be stored under the mattress in the moth bitten pillowcase. Ready to find your flight out of this town. 

You skidded to a halt in the pebble speckled dirt outside your trailer, brakes squealing in protest. Standing to lock up your bike to the railing by your uncles beat up, busted down truck. A heavy thunder cracked above, a swollen storm cloud rolling in to send the summer out on its departure with a bang. September was here. And the air smelled acidic with the promise of downpour. 

Glancing at the trailer next door, you came to realise your neighbour was in. Lights on, music rattling aluminium walls of his shabby home. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him as he caught your eye in his window. Watching, thumb swiping over his lower lip as he eyed you in your uniform. A stupid yellow dress and pinafore, scuffed mary janes, frilly white socks. Ketchup stains. Doe eyes glued to him, you saw a swallow pass down the thick column of his throat. His deep hickory eyes were dark black in this light, pupils blown to devour the colour.  

Before the heat licking up your cheeks could pull to your centre, you moved one foot in front of the other, crashing through the door. The TV was on, a barbaric film of screams drowned out the thunder outside, rattling in your ears. Jarring? No. The regular. Your uncle, ever the washed up cop out he was, was on his fifth beer, no doubt would send a nightcap of whiskey down his throat before lugging himself off to bed. The bottle hung limp in his drunken hand, loosely dangled over the armrest of the leather couch.

He did not spare you a glance. 

“I’m home.” You called out to him, waving out a hand in his direction. His sunken stoner eyes didn't drift from the box television in front of him. Merely garbled grunt, followed by a beer burp passed his lips. You sighed through your nose, teeth set on edge. “You had dinner?” 

Another grunt. One you took as ‘the fuck do you think?’

You sighed, “Okay, i’ll throw somethin’ in the oven, yeah?” This time he did not spare an answer. 

You took it as a blessing. Could have been worse. He could have struck you for being late, taking on overtime for Dee, the young mother who worked alongside you on friday evenings. You needed the money. Uncle Luke got laid off last month, turning up to the impound lot drunk, reeking of hard liquor and staggering around machinery. 

So you left it at that, disappeared to hide your money, counting out the bills into piles of ten. Just shy of ninety six dollars. All gathered and stuffed under your mattress. Next was dinner. Nothing much in the fridge, a box of frostbitten waffle fries, out of date in the back of the freezer. Or leftover pizza from the night before. Why not both. ‘Have a feast!’ you humoured yourself dryly. 

It was an hour or so later into the evening when your uncle finally spoke up, empty plate resting on his beer belly, another belch to punctuate the first words he said to you all evening.

“Do me a favour and drop by Joel's will ya, doll?” You sat up, looking at him from the lazyboy seat you perched in, feet kicking down from the coffee table. 

“Joel’s? Why?” He looked over to see your brow furrowed in question. 

“Usual dealer is outta town. Joel’s hookin’ me up with some in the meantime.” 

“Come on,” You sighed, tilting your head at him the way a parent would do with a child in pity, “I thought you were clean.”

“It’s just weed.” He snapped, voice gruff in his thick drawl, slurred. “Aint gonna fuckin’ kill me. But you might. Expensive brat.” 

The thought flickered across your mind to argue. Fight back. Tell him you were fighting tooth and nail for the rent due next month. But the bruise of his handprint and the simmering burn of his slap to your face the night before stopped your words dry in your throat. 

“Fine.” You sighed. 

And so, with heavy feet and a grudge in your tight chest, you ambled on over to the next door, knuckles rapping on his door three times quickly. 

Joel Miller opened the door with a puff of air out his nose, cigarette hanging loose from his lips. A barrel chested man in a tight wife beater and low slung dirty jeans, brow set in stone. The corner of his lip curled into a sneer of a smirk, taking no shame in the fact he was eyeing you head to toe. The devil down smirk. It made something disgusting tug at your insides, pool deeper in the thick of tension. 

“What can I do for you?” He asked in a drawl, crossing great oaks of arms over his chest. The neck of his tank let tease a smattering of salt and pepper hair over the top of his chest. Bristly, wiry. You ignored the urge to feel it catch in your nails. Do the same with the scruff, scant over his jaw. The same gradient. Just as coarse. 

“Um,” You eyes dropped from their ogling to the step your feet were planted on, head hung with them, “Uncle Luke said you had somethin’ for ‘im.” You mumbled after clearing your throat. 

“I do.” He nodded, pinching his cig between his thick thumb and forefinger, taking a drag and parting it with his lips. He squinted as he exhaled, the stench of the cigarette catching bitter in your nose. “He sent you over here to get it? A sweet lil’ thing like you.” 

You nodded hesitantly, still not daring to look at the man in front of you. Above you. He chuckled inwardly at your display of subservience, cock twitching behind the zipper and denim of his jeans. “Look’t ya.” He mused, tossing his dying cigarette onto the gravel, hooking his tobacco stained fingers under your chin to lift it. While your head tilted up at his touch, your eyes strained to stay on the floor. He watched as the stretch of your neck struggled to accommodate a nervous swallow, skin rippling deliciously under his hold. “Lil’ angel aint ya?” He thumbed your head to the side, eyes relishing in the sight of more skin, the wash of yellow light over your profile. “A Cherub.”  Cherub. That’s what he named you. His little Cherub who was defiled and taken in a heated, frantic assembly of limbs. Pulled to fire at hell's mouth. Joel Miller's mouth.

Still you looked down. “Look at me, Cherub.” And with a heavy sigh you did. That was what was so easy about Joel. It took nothing to obey. Nothing to give in and keel over at his side. “That's better.” He mumbled under his breath, watching the rise of your chest. You could feel the pert tips of your breasts pebble at the meeting of his eyes, mixed with his touch. How delicate it was now. How deranged it would be later. “Come on in…Cherub.” He practically crooned the pet name, stepping aside. 

You passed the threshold, a mistake for the best and words parts of you. Because stepping across that line was the damning event in your experience of Joel Miller. Pandora’s box had been opened, left to decay in the woods somewhere as evil poured guilt free from it.

He rummaged around for a second, pulling a clear plastic ziplock bag from a duffel in the corner, dangling it in front of your face. A dirt green, clustered in form. You reached to take it, but he snatched it back with a cruel smile, making the walls of your stomach curl in dread, jaw clamp shut. 

“Luke’s gotta pay up, first. He give you money for me?” You shook your head. His eyes clouded darker.  “No?” He raised an amused brow, “How you gonna pay for it, Cherub?” 

You're stumped. “I– I…” Your voice died in your throat. But Joel can seemingly peer inside you to your own mind, part it like a page of a book or your own legs. 

“I don’t want your money, baby.” 

“Woulda been mine, anyway.” You sigh. And he narrows his eyes at you, tutting in disappointment. 

“I can think ’f one thing that’ll make it up to me.”

And that's how you ended up here. His thick, intruding fingers hooking into your mouth, unhinging your jaw as he speared you on his cock. Everything about him was larger than life. Even the way he breathed was domineering. Fucking you with flared nostrils that gave way to a billowing a breath. The other hand at your neck, revelling at the feeling of your pulse hammering under his splayed palm. Worming your way though cracks in his thick ribs while took you.

He had folded you in half, pressed the knobbles of your knees up to the sides of your head as tears ran thick, hot and slow down your temples. He made it hurt. But you loved it. Needed him to evaporate into air so you inhale him. Devour him. 

He grunted, watching in furrowed brow amusement while his thumb pressed into the soft flesh under your jaw, middle and forefinger coated in your slick form earlier and now your own saliva. 

It was a primal image. One some may find disgusting. To see him bent over you and ravaging your cunt raw. Bleeding you dry of a semblance of sanity. It was so easy when the tip of his hot, angry cock nipped at the mouth of your cervix with vigour like that. His hand is at your throat, pressing a purple bruise into your flesh over the old one made by another man. For you to marvel at later when he once again staggers from bed to refresh himself with a cool beer, clutching the ache that curled at the base of his spine. 

In his eyes, you needed a big god. A man to keep you to yourself. Never have you stray. Ground you with the slamming of his pelvis into your hips. Legs parted for him to eye the very core of you. The seam he would part with two fingers, hot, needly, wet for him. Aching and pinching and shuddering around his digits, tongue, dick. Letting him invade you like the good girl he told you you were, crooning into your ear with hot damp breaths. 

Joel dredged up an ache of humanity in you that felt numb so long before. Lay dormant in the chasm of your stomach. Swallowed like a peach pit to choke on later. After the sin had dried like the sweat on your skin.

“Fucking easy, ain’t ya, Cherub.” He would say as he penetrated your walls, invaded your mouth with his fingers. His lips draw open mouthed, wet kisses to the delicate column of your throat, down the bone between your breasts. Then he leans back, watching intently as his hips slow to grind, dragging the slick of your walls to drench the base of his cock. Ready for you to take down your throat later if he wished to meld you into that position. A hand let free the grip on your throat, instead watched with fascination as he slapped your tit, took the swell of it in his palm, cupping it, tugging at your pearled nipple. “Gonna take all of it for me, Cherub.” 

You garbled out a yes, a cry of submission to him. Before, Joel never felt the acidic aftertaste of guilt for being selfish. Since he lost Sarah, he took it upon himself to have what he wanted and when he wanted it, without a damn for the rest of humanity.

The only time he felt a shred of remorse was when he stole you; Hid you away from the warm, nurturing touch of others' more loving, less brutal hands. But you were his Cherub. All that was pretty a beautiful and to be desired in the world.

With his lip between his teeth, his thumb swiped tight circles over your swollen clit, slick aiding him in the fluidity of his strokes, heavy balls drizzled in your arousal as they slap wetly against your ass. A nod and his fingers slip further into your mouth, opening your jaw wider to peer inside. A glob of his spit drooled past his lips, splattering thick and warm upon your clit. It slid down to your entrance, where he punctures moans out of you, shaft stretching you, fucking you out, and thrusting with the intent to break you. You can feel the curve of it, the vein that runs steady on the underside of it. Heavy, full. You remember the slap it sounded out when you reached to pull it free. Before he parted your legs wide and sheathed himself in your pussy with one swift wane of his hips.

Joel smiles when you sob and break down for him, pull back a layer for him to slip into you. The walls of you drag him down into a grounding. A centre of a universe. Gravity strong enough to implode, create dark matter, compress tightly into a black hole. The centre of his universe. 

“Does my baby want it?” He crooned, and you yelped a yes, strangled by his being. The scent of him clinging to you, your sex. It gnarled at your skin. Scratched marks into flesh. “Does she want to come for me?” 

You didn't have to nod, he made you with his grip on your jaw. It was going to be your answer anyway. “Want you to say it for me too, Cherub.” 

“Yea, Joel!” You yelp, voice shrill, and cracked like the callus on the heel of his hand. “Yes!” 

He grins, wicked and wrapped with the inter to tear you apart from the inside with the jackhammering of his cock inside you, The delicious, toe curling numbness of it inside you. 

“Come on, Cherub, sing f’me.” 

“Yes-” It's a shriek, a quick, frenzied shriek. One that filled the hollow of your chest and then deflated it. “Yes! Please, please, please- Please!” 

Your begging melts in his ears, the sight of eyes rolled back, mouth open for him. And he needs to feel, reaching between where the two of you join with your own hand. The base of his cock now between your middle and ring fingers, his length swiping your fingers in combined precum and slick as he bucks his hips violently. The headboard shakes and trembles beneath his frantic movement. And he presses the heel of your hand into your clit, having you seeing stars. Crying to the heavens you fell from. 

His little Cherub. Plush skin and plump curves for his teeth to sink into and mark his territory. Whenever he may please now. 

“Come.” 

And you do, screaming his name to him as a numb weight fills the pit of your core, has your pussy pulsing in waves, ebbs and flows. It sucks him deeper, a lew squelch gaining his attention when his lower abdomen and balls tighten. He lets out a strangled groan, filling you with one final push upon your cervix. 

It has you gasping for air, chest heaving when he looks down between you, the white sticky ooze of his come seeping from your walls, softening cock still sheathed inside of you. Not ready to pull from the warmth your cunt hugs him with. 

“That’s it, angel, down you come.” He coos, before sifting his hips, leaving you to whine as your gaping hole fluttered furiously around nothing.  

He stands, pulls his jeans on, fly still undone, belt buckle loose and clinking at his sides. He swipes your underwear from the scattering of your clothes over the musty carpet, bringing it to his nose to inhale. “Part of the payment.” He mumbles, not that you’re listening, mind still swimming in its pool of oxytocin. And he slips the lace into his jean pocket, baby pink peeking out from denim. 

“Better get back, Cherub.” Joel said plainly, fingers dancing over your used hole, as cum dribbles gluttonously from it, down your crack to your puckered asshole. He thumbs it gently and you squeal, squirming away. His hand clamps down upon your thigh, dragging you back down the mattress to his unyielding touch. 

“Don’t be ungrateful now.” He growls, collecting the creamy spend with two fingers, scooping it back inside you. Your body jolts from the intrusion, but gathers itself again and desire swims low in the swell of your belly. “Want it all in ya’. Fillin’ you nice and good for me, Cherub. There we are, that’s it.” He smiles, eyes unmoving from your cunt as his fingers disappear inside and stretch it out, scissoring you to overstimulation. “Maybe one day i’ll get to use this one too…” And you feel his thumb once more at your butt, adding the smallest tease of pressure.

Joel pulled back, clapping a hand down on the plush, malleable skin of your thigh. 

“Up ‘n out, Cherub, ‘fore your uncle gets suspicious.” 

You know Uncle Luke won’t know any different. He’s passed out on the sofa when you get in, legs trembling with an ache weighing the marrow of your bones. You shut the door with your back and a shaking huff, tossing the weed onto the coffee table, retiring to your room, sobbing to nothing and no one but your grimy pillow, licking your wounds like the wounded bitch you had now become.

[works-of-fanfiction]

Empty Spaces || Lando Norris x ex!Reader

Summary: Lando and Y/N broke up a few months ago but can’t seem to stay away from each other. 

Song: affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS 

Warnings: Implied smut and mentions of sex. Swearing and a lil’ bit of angst. 

Word Count: 3.2k

a/n: I told y’all I’m in my Lando era! please listen to the above song if you have a minute; it really describes how I imagined the characters to feel during this oneshot. enjoy! 

"I love you." 

“No, you don’t.”  

Those three fateful words rolled off of Lando's tongue too easily. The flick of the L, the rounding of the O, teeth meeting at the V, it was like muscle memory for him. It was easy to say he loved her when she was lying naked in his bed, her chest rising and falling slowly, hair splayed across the pillow. It was like Groundhog Day for them. They’d fuck, followed by an awkward silence, followed by Y/N rushing to the bathroom then returning with her eyes glued to the floor. She’d lie on the very edge of the bed as far away from him as possible and try to catch her breath whilst she thought about every reason why she shouldn’t have let it happen again. 

The thing about sleeping with an ex is that it’s just too easy. It’s not simple, but so. damn. easy. You eliminate the trouble of meeting someone new and pretending to care about their family dog, or their little niece who just took her first steps. Instead, you’re able to climb on top of, or lie beneath probably one of the only people in the world who know exactly what you want and exactly how you want it. And in those few moments when it’s just two bodies messily colliding, the people within those bodies don’t need to think about the terrible decision they’re making. Lando had certainly never regretted a thing with Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist. 

She liked to call their little liaisons ‘accidents’. In her mind, showing up to his door with a bottle of wine in less than acceptable clothing was nothing more than a mishap. The temporary fun and the need for familiarity completely clouded her judgement, at least until the deed was done. Being beneath Lando delayed the agonising process of getting over him. Regrettable sex was somehow less painful than facing their reality and accepting that they were no longer meant for each other. How were the two supposed to let go of the person they’d once considered to be their soulmate? 

“You’re hogging the bottle again.” Y/N groaned, reaching over to snatch the wine from Lando’s grasp. 

“That just proves I need it more.” 

Drinking had become a great distraction for them. The sex was a distraction from the breakup, and the booze was a distraction from the sex, and they couldn’t have one without the other. 

Y/N laid on the floor whilst Lando sat propped against the wardrobe with one elbow resting on his knee. He plucked at the carpet absentmindedly, the friction reddening the tips of his fingers. His eyes wandered around the room and Y/N watched on, wondering what was going through his head. Was he overthinking everything just as much as she was? 

After four months of back and forth fighting, they’d fallen out of sync. No amount of love or history shared could protect them from the inevitable. They made each other miserable, and as much as they tried to fix and talk through it, it wasn’t enough. It was when Y/N failed to show up for the Spanish Grand Prix that Lando realised it was really over. Every time their schedules aligned, he’d bought her a plane ticket and tracked her flight until the very second she landed. Spain was no different, despite the condition their relationship was in. She’d gotten the email as usual, the PDF attached and a little ‘can’t wait to see you’ message from Lando. It was the first time the message had felt like a lie. He couldn’t possibly be excited to see her, and she knew seeing him would crush her completely. She had to change her phone wallpaper to one of the default landscapes to avoid staring at his face every time she got a text. 

Y/N grimaced as she sipped the wine, pulling the bottle back to read the label. After polishing off the petrol station’s finest Malbec, the best Lando could offer was a bottle of Pinot Grigio he found in the back of the cabinet, which was evidently not her favourite. Despite her distaste, she went back for another swig, swallowing hard so the liquid would barely graze her tongue. 

Silence fell between them, not awkward but filled with uncertainty. Lando’s head was littered with questions, but he found it almost impossible to focus with her sprawled out on his floor, legs bare and his t-shirt hardly covering her. He wanted to climb on top of her, crawl all over her and devour every inch until she was crying and begging him to take her back and love her all over again. Realistically, he knew it wouldn’t work and they’d never go back to how they used to be, but he didn’t know how to let go. A selfish part of him wanted to hold on and keep her around, despite just how much it was hurting them both. Every time he let those words slip out, they left a sour taste in his mouth, and a bruise on Y/N’s heart. She couldn’t stand hearing those words uttered when they had no weight behind them, but she’d much rather take those over no words at all.

The first time she’d showed up to his apartment after hours, it felt like he’d somehow wished her into existence. It had been a particularly hard weekend following tons of media appearances and unwelcome questions. Sometimes it felt like he couldn’t do anything right by the media; even an improved performance in Austria wasn’t enough to get them off his back. Having a thousand people congratulate him felt great, but there were always people whispering in the background - it was a one-off. It was a fluke! McLaren can’t keep giving this kid so many chances. 

Arriving back in the UK ready for Silverstone was bittersweet, as his excitement was clouded by the pressure and prying eyes of fans, reporters, and everyone in between. He didn’t know who he could turn to as his feelings felt so trivial, and it crossed his mind just how easy it once was to talk to Y/N and offload everything that had been weighing him down. It was strange for her not to be there, so when the notification pinged on his phone that there had been movement detected by the Ring camera, he was surprised to see her standing on his doorstep. The image was blurry but it was unmistakably Y/N, as she rocked back and forth on her heels, one hand clutching a bottle, the other tucked into the pocket of her - Lando’s - hoodie. 

“…Hi.” 

“Hi.” 

“I uh, saw the result from Austria.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“You did great. Really uh… Fuck, I don’t know what I’m doing here.” 

“Neither do I.” 

Unsure what to say, she thrust the bottle into Lando’s chest and he felt forced to take it. “Thank you… I guess.” 

“Yeah.” She hesitated for a second, hands coming up as if she was ready to speak, but instead she turned and started to walk away. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yeah?” She spun quickly, looking back at the doors that once led into her home; looking back at the man she’d once considered to be her home. 

“What are you doing here?” 

He wasn’t sure he wanted the answer. She wasn’t sure she really had one. Something in her told her that she needed to see him, and before she could think it through, she was already halfway down the motorway with the bottle of Rosé she’d been given on her last birthday rolling across the backseats. 

That night, he made the mistake of inviting her inside and popping open the bottle to pour them both a larger than average glass. He made the mistake of confiding in her, telling her everything about the Austrian Grand Prix and how it still welcomed unpleasant press despite his P4 result. He made the mistake of hugging her, sinking into her chest and inhaling the scent that once grounded him and reminded him he was safe. He didn’t mean to kiss her, and she didn’t mean to run her hands through his curls as she kissed him back. She wasn’t supposed to push his shorts down and climb on top of him on the sofa, and he never should have whispered how much he’d missed her as he came inside her.  

After his podium at Silverstone, Y/N had frequented his apartment a lot in the two weeks before he left for Hungary. The first time was to ‘congratulate’ him and he was more than happy to celebrate with her on her knees before him. They couldn’t stay away from each other after that. As long as they had alcohol in their systems, they couldn’t seem to control their urges. It was when the effects wore off that the regret started to seep in. 

They didn’t miss each other outside of the intimacy and affection. There was nothing left to mourn about their tumultuous relationship; the constant fights and distance keeping them apart. Y/N tried to attend as many races as possible, but a race weekend wasn’t exactly ideal for spending time with her boyfriend. He was far too busy on the track, and she was often left to mingle with strangers or keep herself occupied at the hospitality unit. The most quality time she got with him was being there when he passed out in their hotel room, leaving her to order room service and eat it quietly in the corner alone. 

“Lando.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you come here?” 

“Okay.” 

Gently taking the bottle from her hand, Lando placed it on the drawers before lying down beside her on the ground. The carpet rubbed harshly against his back as he wriggled to get comfortable. The two laid flat, staring up at the ceiling where a light bulb had recently gone out that Lando had meant to change. Y/N had joked about it creating mood lighting a couple weeks ago, and that one little remark had stopped him from taking the new bulb out of its box. 

Hesitantly, she walked her fingers along the carpet until they met his. The slight touch made heat rush through Lando’s hand and up his arm, and his chest tightened as she linked her little finger with his. She didn’t have it in her to hold his hand properly. She thought if she did, all the hurt and sadness would flood to the surface and she’d be a sobbing mess on the floor. As much as they craved each other’s touch, joining hands felt too intimate compared to having sex. The smaller, softer touches terrified them.  

“I think we should stop this.” Y/N thought out loud. 

“You think we should?”

“I think we need to.” She turned her head, Lando turning his at the same time. He tightened his grip on her finger, dreading the feeling of her letting go. This wasn’t the first time they’d tried to have this conversation, but the very same sick feeling still swirled around in his stomach. If they stopped this, they’d have to promise never to see one another again, and neither were sure they could do that.

“Okay.” 

“Okay? Is that all you’re going to say? Okay?” She propped herself up on her elbows and he followed, mirroring her. 

“What else do you want me to say? I can’t beg you to keep doing this.” 

But that was exactly what she wanted. She hated how disassociated they’d become, and how having sex had moulded into some fucked up routine they couldn’t get out of. She wanted to feel something, for it all to mean something but it didn’t. It really was just sex. Just seriously messed up sex between two exes that couldn’t face the facts and let the breakup be final. All the times he’d accidentally said he missed her or loved her had been exactly that - accidents. 

“I just… I don’t know what this is, what it means.” Her voice got stuck in her throat as if something was telling her to keep her feelings to herself. 

“I thought we agreed it meant nothing.” 

“Did we? Or did we just say that to make ourselves feel better?” 

She sat up, scooting to sit against the bed frame. Bringing her knees to her chest, she hugged herself tightly, begging herself not to get upset in front of Lando. He shuffled over, sitting opposite with his feet almost overlapping hers. “I can’t pretend this doesn’t hurt, because it does.”

“…I know.” He agreed quietly, looking down to fidget with his fingers. She stared at the top of his head, the mound of curls unruly from her touch.

It made her sad just to look at him. The memories would come flooding back like a tidal wave, and she didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream at the top of her lungs. She wanted to hit him, scream at him for breaking her heart and ruining what they had. She wished she could turn back time and never meet him or develop some kind of magic power to erase her own memory and make him disappear. At the same time, she longed to hold him, to tangle her body with his and never let go. Imagining her life without him in it made no sense. He had been a constant for two years, so how could she completely cut him off and forget about him?

“Nothing good can come of this.” She spoke, mostly to convince herself.

“I know.”

Y/N sighed in frustration, throwing her arms down to the ground. “You know? That’s all you can say?”

Lando didn’t know how to respond. Did she expect him to offer her advice? How could he comfort her when he was in the exact same position?

“Tell me what to do Lando, just tell me.” Tears began to well in her eyes, threatening to fall as she bit the inside of her cheeks. “I… I don’t think I can keep doing this, but I can’t… Fuck.” The first tear slid down her cheek, and she pawed at her face to wipe it away before he saw.

“Y/N…” He reached out to touch her, but she pulled her arm away. “Y/N, come on.”

“Don’t do that. Please don’t.” She closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing to try and stop the tears from flowing. “You broke my heart, Lando.” She whispered, saying the words aloud for the first time.

“And you broke mine.”

She looked up, meeting his gaze. Her eyes stung as she looked at him, studying the anguish in his brow and the tightening of his lips. “I… I’m sorry.”

“Are you? Are you? Because you’re the one who showed up at my door and didn’t give me the chance to get over you.” Lando hissed, his tone far more aggressive than he intended. He saw how this upset her and immediately rose to his knees to inch closer to her. “Y/N, I didn’t – “

“No, you’re right. I should never have showed up and practically begged you to fuck me. This is all my fault, that’s what you’re saying, isn’t it?” She seethed, anger mixing with her sadness to create a truly messed up cocktail of emotions.

“That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant, right? If I’d never shown up here after Austria, none of this would’ve happened, we wouldn’t be in this mess, and you would have moved on.”

“How do you know that?” He asked, sinking back down to sit cross-legged. “Go on, tell me. How could you possibly know that? Do you really think I could move on that easily?”

“But you just - “ 

“Yes, I know what I said.” He sighed, holding his head in his hands and running his fingers through his hair. “I’m not blaming you. This is just as much my doing as yours.” 

Silence fell between them again, Y/N’s tears drying and Lando’s pounding heart slowing to its regular pace. How many times were they going to have the same conversation? What two people spent more time discussing their breakup than actually going through it? 

He moved towards her, seeking consent in her eyes before sitting down. She nodded, tucking her elbows in so he could comfortably sit next to her. Laying her hand on the ground, Lando placed his on top and slotted his fingers between hers. 

“This is shit.” She declared.

“This is shit.” He agreed. 

Once again, they turned their heads to look at each other simultaneously. The redness in her water line and the tears trapped in her eyelashes made Lando’s chest ache. He wished there was something he could do to take the pain away and make this easier for the both of them. He was yet to cry over the breakup as he mostly felt numb inside, but he knew it would come eventually. He feared it. He didn’t want to cry, especially not over something he could’ve prevented if he’d tried hard enough. 

Y/N analysed Lando’s blank expression, the dark bags beneath his eyes making his entire face appear duller. She hated seeing him like this, as he’d always been so unbelievably full of life and constantly smiling. She wondered how much sleep he’d been getting. Was he cradling his pillow to fill the empty space in his arms at night? Or was she the only one who needed the comfort of something to hold in order to drift off? 

With their faces so close, they could feel each other breathing. Instinctively, Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, her breaths becoming more shallow as Lando tilted his face closer. Curling his finger under her chin, he guided her towards him. “If we do this, it has to be the last time.” He whispered, his bottom lip grazing hers, eliciting a gasp from deep within her chest. 

“The last time.” She breathed, desperate for him to kiss her. He closed the gap between them, softly pressing his lips against hers. Quietly, she moaned into his mouth as he opened it just enough for her to slide her tongue past his lips. Tasting traces of the white wine on each other’s tongues, they laid back down on the carpet, Lando keeping a hand beneath her head for support.

She hooked her legs around his hips to pull him closer as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. He groaned, reaching down to push his shorts past his knees. Y/N balanced on her back, lifting her ass in the air so he could undress her with ease.

Their night ended how it always did. They held each other close as Lando fucked her slowly, trying to delay the moment for as long as possible. Over and over they told each other it would be the last time, knowing that they were lying to themselves.

It wouldn’t be the last time. 

[toms-cherry-trees]

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Portrait || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Death, mentions of infertility, Tommy cheating and then regretting it

Swirls of dust danced in the stale air. They piled in every corner, every surface, hung from the drapes in masses of dirt, and elevated into puffs every time something disturbed them with their step. But it had been a long time since someone disturbed the stillness.

Amidst all sat a man. The blue of his eyes had lost their spark, the overgrown and unkempt beard had obscured his sharp features. Streaks of grey crossed his one lustrous hair. A cigarette hung from his fingers, a cigarette he failed to bring to his mouth, letting it turn to ash and crumble down, repeating the process over and over again until the cigar case was empty. In his other hand hung a bottle of fine Scotch, but he would not have noticed the difference between it and the cheapest stout; everything in his mouth turned to dust. He himself was turning to dust.

Tommy sat before a painting of a woman. Her smile reminded anyone who looked at her of the famous Gioconda; the sweetness, the cheekiness. Her piercing eyes follow you across the room, watching you through thick eyelashes casting shadow in her cheekbones. Tommy had once been fortunate enough to have the real thing in his arms. And then he had been foolish enough to waste it.

Whenever he closed his eyes he could see her. Her hair blowing in the sea air, while they were en route to their honeymoon in New York. Smiling at him over her shoulder in a gala, wearing that red dress that brought Tommy to his knees. Tangled in his sheets, her legs intertwined with his own and cradling his hand in her bosom, the gentle whisper of her breathing lulled Tommy into dreamless sleep. 

He also remembered her tears. How they tracked down her cheeks every time she got her period, yet another failure to have a child of their own. The way they glossed over her eyes while they waited together in the doctor’s office, hands laced together and her leg bouncing nervously. The way they dampened the pillow for days after, while Tommy attempted futilely to soothe her woes and assure her that he would love her, baby or no baby

Oh, but nothing matched her fury. When red clouded her judgement, the ground trembled and the windows rattled with the power of her ferocity. Tommy had only once found himself in the receiving end of her tempestuousness, and not once in his life had he felt so diminished by a woman so sweet. The vase she had flung in his direction had never been meant to harm him, but had surely served the purpose to give him a taste of terror.

Yet nothing matched the calm, serene apathy in her features when she awaited for Tommy, sitting at the foot of the bed, her two suitcases neatly packed at her side. When Tommy jokingly asked her if she was planning a trip, she threw a bunch of papers in his face. When his eyes fell on the letter, all colour drained from his face. Saliva turned to cement in his mouth, keeping him from spilling any of the hundreds of excuses that had formed in his brain. But whatever train of thought he had was cut short by her dry words.

“I cannot tell what is worse, Thomas. That you got another woman pregnant and tried to get her to rid of the child, or the fact that you wrote the letter from your own fucking hand”

No amount of explaining, of begging, or excusing himself had been able to undo the damage. It had been a moment of weakness, just one, an impuissance of the flesh, it had meant nothing, it was just business, a transaction, a desperate moment of need. The excuses tied in his tongue and made him trip over his words, but they all came down to the same thing. He had failed her, he had failed the one person who had managed to love him past all his walls. This only added insult to injury at their fruitless attempts to start a family of their own. The fact he said it was ‘one time’ made it worse; one time it took for her to fall pregnant. One time unlike his wife

Tommy had actually fallen to his knees, albeit accidentally, in his haste to make her stay, promising everything that was his to promise and more in exchange for one more chance. But it was all in vain, and he was forced to watch her leave into the night, leaning into the threshold for support, for he did not trust his knees to hold his weight. A cold, heavy weight settled in the pit of his stomach, a sense of impending doom tightening his heart as her car became smaller and smaller into the road.

It did not take long for him to see her again. The very next day, in fact, when he received a call from the police to identify a body in the mortuary. A car had veered off the road and fallen into the water, probably trying to evade an animal. He did not need them to pull back the sheet; all he needed to see was the ring in her hand, the same ring he put in her finger five autumns prior. He had felt the cold of the jewel against his skin in bed, and his lips had touched the black stone when he kissed his wife’s hand. He asked them not to remove the sheet. He didn’t want to see her face. The same reason he demanded the casket be kept closed during the burial

If he did not see her face, he could pretend she was away, somewhere, anywhere in the world that could bring her happiness. He could pretend she had not spent her last hours heartbroken, betrayed by the one person who should have guarded her back. He could pretend she would one day come back, with her smiles and her tears and her groundbreaking fury, with the ring in her hand and his name on her lips. 

The moment he returned home, his gaze landed in the portrait. She had sat for that painting only for his pleasure, wasting hours and days in the library, her back stiff and her eyes watering from the effort not to blink as the canvas and the artist did their best to capture her beauty, dolled up in her wedding dress and her hands laced in her lap. The veil hanging from her hair and pooling around her in a sea of white gauze

Swiftly, Tommy had her portrait moved from the gallery and hung in his room. Spending his nights and days under her gaze, tracing with his finger the curve of her smile, the line of her chin. It became his obsession, his only reason to wake in the morning. To look into those eyes, to dream of her hands on his chest, to reminisce in the warmth of her lips. Long after her smell had faded from her pillows and her clothes, he still found comfort in the painting. He could not bear to be away from it, not for one second. Clinging onto the very last memory of what he had and had lost. Even as years passed and his life withered away, he sat there, in front of that image of his wife, the door always unlocked for the day she would return. 

And until then, he would wait.

[first-edition]

Wonderful life.

Arron hotchner x Fem!reader

Sum- after hailey you spend more time with Jack and hotch leading up todating arron and it has been the best, but when your friends bring up to topic of sex the relationship might get better.

Cw smut - loss of virginity-oral fem reciv-fingering- praise dirty talk if you squint- unprotected -creampie

This fic is kinda long so if you wanna skip the fluff and get straight to the smut scroll down to the emojis. Leave a like!!

Dating Arron has been the best experience of your life even though you’ve only been with him romantically for 6 months you would come around the house and baby sit Jack while Arron was gone to work.

You were well aware of Hailey and you two would often go out with a few drinks after he got home. She would always talk about her feeling words Hotch and how she felt as if she and him werent all there anymore.

You would ask her why but she never understood until she told you that he had asked for a divorce and she agreed having the same mutual feelings.

When hailey died you were around Hotch and Jack more often almost every day in fact even sleeping over a few times. Jack had immediately latched onto you as the next mother figure. You would take him out for ice cream, go to the park, Arron even found you both asleep on the couch with Thomas the train on playing in the background. Being younger also helped letting you be more agile and being able to lift Jack up play more often with him.

“Good morning how was he trip?.” You ask walking into the kitchen pushing your hair back. You’d had stayed week at his place with Jack as he had a week long case.

Hotch turns around to see you in shorts and an oversized baseball t-shirt that he somehow recognizes.

“M-morning.” He can’t help but feel a ping in his heart an extra beat when he sees you.

“It was good no one what hurt sorry you stayed for so long…is that my shirt?” He says tilting his head.

“It’s alright and uh yeah sorry I ran outta shirts last night they were all in the washer I didn’t wanna rush back to my place I hope you don’t mind?” You say

“No not at all..keep it please.” He says his eyes wandering you body in a non creepy way.

“DADDY!” Jacks voice echos through the kitchen as he runs across the tile into hitch’s arm.

From that day on Hotch couldn’t imagine anything with out you. You would cloud his judgement at work finding him self thinking of you or looking at pictures of you and Jack. He even had a picture of you him and Jack on his desk in a macaroni Frame Jack had made.

When Mother’s Day came around that’s when Hotch had made up his mind. You had taken picked Jack up from school and he came out holding a tissue paper flower bouquet with a class craft card with a crayon drawing of you him and Arron on the paper.

“Jack…thank you you didn’t have to make me this?!” You say tears welling up in your eyes.

“Yes I did…you’re my mom.” He say. Hearing him say that but made you feel more love for him but a slight twinge of pain as he dosnt see Hailey as his mother anymore.

On the drive home he talks about the dinosaur he played with durning class naming all of them and thier color.

You and Jack walk into the house only for you to see Arron there fixing the flowers and balloons. He’s obviously come from work he’s still wearing his dress pants and his shirt is rolled up to his forearms which makes you weak.

“Daddy look what I made y/n!” Jack runs up his father showing him the fake flowers and card. You walk up to them looking around at the gifts and flowers and balloons all addressed to you.

“Hey you wanna go get those dinosaurs you were talking about?” You ask Jack he smiles and runs out of the room up stairs.

“Arron?” You ask now focusing on the elephant in the room.

“Just uh..happy Mother’s Day.” He says

“I-I’m not Jack mother.” You say

“You’re not the one who gave birth to him but you are sure as ever his mother, you’ve been there almost every single day for his entire life. Y/n…” he says taking your hands in his.

You look up at him a small smile runs across his face.

“I’ve fallen in love with you. When you stayed over that week I was gone-“ he begins

“That was months ago…” you trail off.

“Exactly you can say no I know it’s not in you biggest interest to be in a relationship but I-“

“Yes.” You say looking up to him bringing your hands up to his chest.

“What…”

“Yes.” You say already knowing what’s he’s gonna ask. He cups your face pulling you into him his lips pressing against yours as you share a kiss deep and and passionate.

————

6 months later, that term or mention of sex never crossed yours or Arron’s mind, with Jack and him working a lot there’s wasn’t much time or energy. If either of you wanted sex he would always make sure you knew that you were in charge as having never had sex before is quite a scary moment.

He knows about your virginity. And respects you in every way possible. Of course there as sneaky touches here and there and make outs that are usually interrupted by Jack coming down stairs asking for water.

Out with Penelope jj and Emily you all sit at a table talking gossip about the guy who came over trying to tell you he was an fbi agent.

“So anyway y/n you and Hotch still going strong?” Emily asks

“Yes thank you very much.” You smile looking down into your drink.

“Any juciy deets you wanna spill?” She continues.

“You know that you’re talking about your boss right?” You ask

“Our boss your boyfriend. Boyfriend cancels out boss.” Pen laughs

“There’s nothing to discuss really we spend time we go out. I hangout with Jack..”

“Yeah but you don’t…you know?” Jj butts ins

“What?” You ask

“Sex?” She finishes her sentence.”

“N-no..besides I’ve never and you know that. I don’t know there not much time with Jack and his work I work from home so..” you say.

“Oh come on Jack is at science camp for another few days we don’t have a case should now be the perfect time?” Jj says

“We know you love with and we sure know he loves you in past you’ve said you’ve never gone steady becuase the guy was an ass and we can assure you Hotch is not and ass.” Penelope says.

You look over at Hotch drinking water while listening to Spencer ramble.

“Yeah…” you say

“You know what…yeah!!” You say more confidently.

“Yeah!” They all cheer making you giggle.

You get up and walk over to Hotch he looks at you with a smile placing his hand on your lower back.

“Can we go?” You ask.

The smile fades into a frown.

“You alright?” Hs asks looking over to you to the girls wondering if they’d hurt your feelings or something.

“I’m fine! I just..I wanna go.” You say looking up at him. He nods setting his cup down.

“Come on.” He says taking your hand. You wave to Spencer and your friends as you walk off with your lover.

Walking into his house has a weirder atmosphere with Jack not immediately running to say hello.

“You okay?” He asks helping you take off your jacket.

“Mhm.” You say tuning around to him wrapping your arms around his neck pulling his down to you in a kiss. He happily ablidges and kisses you back his hand gripping your waist.

💕💕💕

He groans into your lips as your hand grips the scruff of his neck. His hands move under your sweater only making you gasp out breaking contact with his lips.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Y-you’re hands are freezing.” You giggle noting at the cold night air you’d both walked through.

“Aaron…” you trail off.

“Mm.” He replies his hands roaming your waist.

“Jack is gone..” you answer

“Mhm.” He replies once again

“You don’t have a case…”

“No..” he says

“The h-house is empty.” You say a large rush of heat pushes its way up to your face.

He removes on hand pressing it to your blushed cheek looking you in your eyes.

“Tell me what you want?” He says caressing you cheek with his thumb.

“Y-you.” You say he smiles pecking your lips.

“You gotta do better than that.” He says brushing his nose against your.

“Please, make love to me.” You say. He presses his lips back on yours again this time the kiss is more passionate. You slip out of your heels dropping you height back to normal. He companstes by pulling you up into his arms your legs wrapping around his waist as he Carrie’s you through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom.

He places you on the bed and starts with removing his own shoes and unbuttoning his shirt before moving back to you. Your hands move up his chest feeling his toned body. You rember the first time you felt his skin under yours was at the beach when you put sun screen on him he was worried the scars and mark would turn you off or scare you but not at all.

His hands wander down your sides to the hem of your dress lifting it up and pulling it off over your head. Exposing your self in your panties and braless.

Before you can react he presses his lips to your neck while lifting your thigh to sit against his hip. Quickly finding the spot from before he kisses and sucks cussing a small moan to release from you mouth.

He cups your breast in his hand massage it making you whimper. He kisses down your chest to your stomach ending at the line of your panties the simple black underwear enough to make him hard in his pants.

He kisses along your inner thigh before looking up to you his hands on your waist.

“Can I take these off?” He asks gesturing at your undergarment.

“Yeah..” you say sheepishly.

Sitting up slightly he pats the side of your thigh.

“Lift for me.” He says and takes ahold of the side of your underwater. You lift your hips as the fabric is removed leaving you completely bare to him. Subconsciously you close your eyes and your arms move over your chest.

“Y/n…” Aaron speaks as you open your eyes you see he removed his shirt completely and his belt is gone.

“You alright? We can stop.” He reassures.

“I’m okay..” you say avoiding eye contact. A pro and con about dating a profiler is they can tell what’s wrong.

“Love.” He leans over to you.

“Hey..look at me.” He says you look at him as he places his hand on your cheek.

“It’s okay we can stop.” He says pure love and worry in his eyes as he waits for your answer.

“No I don’t want to im just..um”

“It’s okay to be scared.” He finishes for you.

“I want you to feel comfortable, okay? We’ll go very slow.” He says kissing your cheek.

“Hmm?” He asks when you don’t answer. He kisses your face again peppering them making you giggle.

“Okay okay.” You say looking up at him.

“Good. If I’m doing something wrong tell me okay?” He says

“Okay.” You nod his hand moves down between your bodies. You expect him to line himself up with you and press into you like in the movies but not at all your met with a pleasant feeling of his fingers pressing against your clit.

“Ah..” you moan out only to cover your mouth muffling the sound as he swirls your clit. It feels so much better him doing it that you yourself.

He kisses your hand before moving it off your mouth.

“I want to hear you. Tell me how you feel.” He says

“G-good.” You gasp as the motion picks up. He shifts his hand to press his middle finger into you. Having used your own before but his are much longer thicker and it’s only one.

“Ngh..” you let out as he angles it up pumping it in and out. He groans at the sight of you enjoying just one of his fingers.

To lost in the pleasures of him you don’t realize his face between your legs. Only when he slips in a second finger do you notice. His lips latch around your clit as his tongue plays with you. His two fingers angling up stroking the spongy spot in you.

“F-fuck..Aaron..” you moan out as you grip the bedsheets. A buildup forms in your stomach as you squirm helplessly into the bed only giving your boyfriend better access to your core.

He groans into you as your clench around his fingers is enough to cause you to cum. The snap of the band in the pit of your stomach cuases a rush of pleasure to surge through your body. Your fingers entangled themself in his hair.

He let up on you as to not over stimulate you. Your chest rises and falls heavily. He combats with light kisses along your body praising you for how well you did. How good you were for him. Although it’s meant to calm you down if riled you back up turning you on once more.

“Do you want to stop?” He aks

“No. No please, I want you.” You say.

He nods pulling back from you making you whine a small noise which makes him chuckle.

“Hold on sweetheart.” He says as he unbuttons his pants the obvious bulge stretching his pants. He lets his pants down taking his boxers with them exposing him fully to you.

You pale out the blood leaving your system as pure worry fills your emotions. His size is way larger than you thought. Once or twice you’ve accidentally run into him after a shower and you could see the slight outline or him. But as fully erect he’s intimidating.

You prop yourself up on your elbows worry leaving you as remeber what his fingers can do to you. Honier to know what his cock can do.

He crawls back into you.

“Look at me. If you want to stop or if anything hurt let me know I’ll stop.” He says

“I know. I trust you.” You say he nods looking down to your pussy again before lining up with you you feel his head touch your core making you flinch lightly. Hotch places his hand on your thigh caressing your skin soothing your fear.

“Relax it’s okay.” He says you listen to him getting off your elbows bracing your self by gripping the sheet beneath you.

He pushes the head past your folds you feel pressure but not pain. He pushes a bit more as you feel a stretch that becomes slightly painful.

“Ngh..a-Aaron w-wait.” You grip onto his arm stopping him.

“Okay.” He says stopping his movements waiting for you it takes a few seconds but finally you give him the play to move. He carfully pulls out slightly only to push back in. He does a few more times letting you adjust to his length before pushing In further and further until he fully inside you.

Your walls twitch can around him cock warming him for a bit before you tell him to move. So he does beginning to calmly thrust in and back.

Your cunt fully used to him he’s easily siding within you.

“H-harder Aaron please.” You whine looking up to him. A particularly hard thrust cuases a squeal to leave your lips as your nails dig into his back. He groans out as the feeling of you clenching down around him.

One hand gripping your breast while the other props himself up beside you. Some how his thrust hit deeper stroking against your g-spot. You clench around him making him groan deeply in your ear.

Noticing your pleasure from his actions he thrust up into you not pulling your thigh over his shoulder roughly thrusting up into you. You moan out in pleasure as he fucks up into you.

“Aaron! Ah.” You moan out as your nails scratch down his back. Making him groan and moan into your neck.

“I love you..fuck..I love you so much!” He kisses your neck sucking and marking you up.

“Ah..i- ah.” You try to reply but you can muster are sloppy moans as you grip his hair. The familiar build up from before is quick to snap making your cunt flutter and clench down around him. Making him more full than before.

Your back arches as you climax against him. With a few more sloppy thrust he grips the bed on either side of you scrunching the sheets as he meets his own finish.

“Ngh..f-fuck” he groans into you as he empties himself into your aching pussy. Your pants ragged as you smile his lips connecting with yours giving you a few smaller thrusts before he subsides and carefully pulls out of you peppers your face with kisses making you giggle pulling him closer to you.

“Stay here.” He says before pecking your lips and getting up. He pulls his boxers up covering his lower half before walking over to his drawer pulling out a shirt. Once he turns around he sees you sleep on the bed. Walking back over to you he carefully lifts you up and places the shirt over you before getting into the bed next to you.

He pulls you closer to him you immediately gripping onto him like a koala. He kisses you head before falling asleep himself.

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2012 Donnie x reader Incorrect Quotes

Got a request to do a Donnie version of this Raph x reaader post, so here it is lol

Side note, I did this with 2012 Dee in mind, but most versions should work fine.

***

(Y/N): I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Donnie: Wow. They sound stupid.

(Y/N): But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Donnie: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

(Y/N): I guess you’re right. Hey Donnie, I love you.

Donnie: See! Just say that!

(Y/N): Holy fucking shit.

Donnie: If that flies over their head then, sorry (Y/N), but they're too dumb for you.

(Y/N): Donnie.

***

(Y/N): Am I right, Donnie?

Donnie: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

***

(Y/N): Donnie, you love me, right?

Donnie: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

***

Mikey: Ooh, somebody has a cru-ush

Donnie: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on (Y/N) I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Donnie, very much awake: Uh oh.

***

Donnie: *pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me?

(Y/N): I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?

Later..

Leo: And you just ran away?!

Donnie: I didn't expect them to flirt back!

***

(Y/N): Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Donnie: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

(Y/N): But you’re always acting stupid?

Donnie: ...

Donnie: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

***

Donnie: Did (Y/N) just tell me they loved me for the first time?

Leo: Yeah, they did.

Donnie: And did I just do finger guns back?

Leo: Yeah, you did.

***

Donnie: So you're looking for information on this thing, huh? Well, I feel like it must be from far away.

(Y/N): What makes you say that?

Donnie: If it's something even I don't know about, then I'm sure nobody else must have a clue. So it's gotta be from some faraway place. Impeccable reasoning, isn't it?

(Y/N): Donnie... You don't have a clue about this thing, do you?

Donnie: *screams in anger*

***

Donnie: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

(Y/N): But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole 

again.

Donnie: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

(Y/N): Is it working?

***

Donnie: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.

(Y/N): What?

Donnie: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

***

Donnie: There's no way they like me back.

April: (Y/N) would throw themself in front of a moving car for you.

Donnie: (Y/N) would throw themself in front of a moving car for fun.

***

Donnie: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

(Y/N): Sure!

(Y/N): What's your favorite color?

Donnie, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

***

Donnie: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like (Y/N) a little bit.

April, holding Donnie's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Donnie: No, that's our joint tombstone.

April: My mistake.

***

April: Is this your plan B?

(Y/N): Technically, this is plan P.

April: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

(Y/N): Yes, but I marry Donnie in plan M.

Donnie: I like plan M.

***

April: How the hell did you crash the car?!

(Y/N): So I was just driving today, right? And my navigation told me to go straight.

(Y/N): I was like "woah, that's homophobic". Instead, I went gay. And, THAT'S when I got into an accident.

April: ...

Donnie, with a proud smile: And THAT'S who I'm in love with, ladies and gentlemen.

***

Donnie: Where are you going?

(Y/N): To get MYSELF a birthday gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Donnie: I told you I did! It's coming here on Friday!

Mikey, knowing full well that Donnie got (Y/N) an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

***

Donnie, sweating: (Y/N), there’s something I need to ask you-

(Y/N): Finally! You’re proposing!

Donnie: How’d you know?

(Y/N), gently: Donnie, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

(Y/N): I even picked it up once.

***

Raph: So, are you two dating now?

Donnie & (Y/N): Yes.

Raph: Why?

Donnie: I happen to find (Y/N) very appealing.

Raph: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with (Y/N).

***

(Y/N): That's ridiculous, Donnie doesn't have a crush on me.

Mikey: Yes they do.

Leo: Yes they do.

Donnie: Yes I do.

***

Donnie: We both look really good tonight.

(Y/N): You know, if you'd just said that I looked good, I would have said, "So do you."

Donnie: I couldn't take that chance.

***

Leo: Do you love Donnie?

(Y/N): Yeah, I do.

Mikey: Leo! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Leo: We all love Donnie. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.

(Y/N): I thought that was implied.

Leo: ...

Mikey: ...

(Y/N), looking straight at Leo: Congrats Mikey, you just won 100 bucks.

***

Mikey: *sees (Y/N) and Donnie together*

Mikey: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.

Leo: You mean... you ship them?

***

(Y/N), texting: Donnie, will you please go to sleep?

Donnie, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up?

(Y/N), yelling from the couch: I CAN HEAR YOU WORKING JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!

(Y/N), texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon?

Donnie, texting: I’m trying

(Y/N), yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH

(Y/N), texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

***

Donnie: (Y/N) isn’t picking up on my hints.

April: What hints have you given them?

Donnie: Well, I think about them a lot.

Donnie: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

***

(Y/N): Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?

Donnie: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.

(Y/N): Okay yeah thanks Donnie, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

***

(Y/N): How petty can you get?

Donnie: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

***

(Y/N): Why are you late?

Donnie: A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

(Y/N): Overslept?

Donnie: Overslept.

***

(Y/N): I’m in love with you.

Donnie: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

(Y/N): I know.

Donnie: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

[lookismaddict]

Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XII) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I got so much positive feedback and I want to say, thank you SO MUCH for the overwhelming support for this story!!! 😭🫶🏽 Like, I’m always speechless at how a lot of people really wanted to read the last chapter and I’m just happy to have given you guys a treat. Soooo I hope you guys have fun reading this chapter too. 😘 (Sorry that this chapter is pretty long. It makes up for the amount of time I spent on it. 😉)

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (degrading, praising, masturbation, shower sex, penetration, etc.)

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Soft covers. Fluffy pillows. Comfy mattress… As if floating on a cloud, your body remained at such ease for a long period of time. Groaning in your sleep, you were starting to regain consciousness, eyes fluttering open cautiously. Your vision seemed to be blurred for a few seconds, until your view had cleared. Through your eyes, bright light was visible even during your temporary fuzzy eyesight. Nonetheless, when you've reached full perception, you already felt a heavy pang in your head, making you wince in agony. Groaning, you felt for your own forehead with your hand to rub it, in hopes of having your massive headache to subside somehow. Agh… My head… hurts… However, as you reached around to get yourself up, you noticed that you were touching something that felt very fleshy. Almost as if you were touching SOMEONE. Underneath you, you found yourself laying on… What in the…? You stared down at the muscular pecs that were cushioning your head, until your eyes slowly trailed further up, until you’ve found yourself gazing at… No way…

Instantly, your eyes locked onto Gun’s face, who seemed to have been staring at you while you were sleeping. He gave you a smirk, witnessing that you’re finally awake, before he pronounced a husky, “Morning.” One look back from Gun’s eyes was all it took for your cheeks to burn in heated embarrassment, which led you to go into a massive panic inside your head. WHY THE FUCK IS GUN HERE NEXT TO ME?! I SWEAR, WE WERE JUST AT THAT BAR AND- Shit, don’t tell me… While Gun curiously observed you, you pulled the sheets up for only a second, only to reveal that yes, the two of you were indeed naked underneath. You shrieked in surprise at the sight of his dong, which made you turn around at the speed of light, pulling the covers over your entire self in shame. W-WHY ARE WE BOTH NAKED??? WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?! Gun let out an entertained chuckle at your reaction to his naked body underneath the covers. In an attempt to bring you back towards him, his hand then reached over towards you and pulled the sheets up from your naked body. In response to the immediate unravel of your exposed body, you tugged back the blanket that Gun pulled away from you, then shrouded yourself in it again, ever so desperately. While holding onto the huge linen tightly, you curled up in fetal position, covering your flustered face from him.

For a moment, Gun was too poker-faced to even speak, seeing how differently you were acting now compared to how you were when the both of you copulated nastily. You reverted back to your usual self after what went down, when you were dumbed down to a submissive slave. The more that he thought about it, the more convinced he is of the idea that you were like a feline to him. A cat who's always feisty and jumpy, yet acts seductively when in heat. Just remembering what had occurred hours ago, made his morning wood throb in arousal. Damn it, not again… he thought.

"This is ridiculous…" He sighed while briefly covering his eyes then shook his head in judgement. "(Y/N), why do you have to hide from me? You look like an idiot who's trying to escape from reality, but is actually failing miserably.” Ouch, a little RIGHT ON THE NOSE THERE. Your stubbornness was surely a sight to behold as you remained in fetal position, while yelling out, “Sh-shut up and leave me alone, you pervert!” The words that left your mouth caused Gun to scoff in disbelief. “‘Pervert’? You were the one who wanted me badly. You even told me yourself…” What…? All of a sudden, you removed the blanket from over your head and turned to look back at him in doubt. “Y-you liar! I don’t believe a word you’re saying…” Gun sneered at your impudence, especially when your voice faded due to the lack of confidence in your answer from that last part. “How insulting… how could you forget? Last night, you were all over me, saying that you liked me and that I'm handsome. But now, you’re calling me a ‘liar’? You’re leaving me with no choice here…” Your ears perked up right at the moment when he mentioned that you “were all over” him, that you “liked” him, AND that he was "handsome". Confounded by his words, you pondered to yourself in pure confusion.

What is he saying? I don’t remember saying all of that. Whatever he’s saying is just… IMPOSSIBLE! How the hell could I have said that to him, when I don’t even remember any of that?! Tsk, and this unexplainable feeling of pain in my head… Is this what they call, a “hangover”…? Then that means… I must’ve been drunk… Aw, shit… what the HELL, (Y/N)??? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO FINDING THE RIGHT TIME AND PLACE TO CONFESS TO HIM?! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE DURING SEX, AND WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK?! UGH, AM I STUPID??? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?! WHY DID I HAVE TO LOSE MY SENSE OF DIRECTION, LIKE THAT??? I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER ANYTHING TOO!!! UGH… how could I let my own body and mind betray me…?

While lost in thoughts of frustration, your eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly grabbed onto your arm from beneath the sheets to pull you closer to himself. Lightly landing back on his chest, you withheld a sharp glare in your eyes, protesting, “What the hell are you doing?! Let go of me-” Gun was quick to act, as his lips crashed down onto yours to silence you. His hand then glided away from your arm and onto the side of your face, cupping your cheek tenderly. The kiss that he gave you was absolutely magical. The sensation of his lips brushing yours softly, and the way his tongue clashed with yours was driven with passion. You were lost in the moment, with your mind blank and your body unable to resist his hungry touch. Unaware that his other hand was on your thigh, he caressed you seductively, as his hand trailed upwards towards your aching heat. Gasping into his mouth due to his unforeseen touch onto your core, he started playing with your clit, watching your irresistible reactions. Already breathing heavy due to your heated kiss with him, you saw the corner of his mouth curved cunningly while he kissed you hungrily, staring directly into your eyes with a vexatious glint from his own. Uh-oh. You knew that look all too well, which made you thought… Damn it, what is this jerk up to this time? How can he just touch me like this, all of a sudden? For crying out loud, I just woke up! Can't he just take a breather or something? Ugh, I can't believe this pervert…

Continuously, small sighs spouted from your weak mouth, unable to resist his greedy probing. Following the sensation of his fingers trickling closer to your actual hole, you clutched onto one of his intricately decorated forearms, peering at him with a torn expression of desire and resistance. His fingers began toying with your wet slick, making sure that the movement of his fingers weren’t rushed, only rubbing your entrance back and forth. Gun beamed at you, egotistically pleased at himself for being the sole reason why you were currently at such a state where your mind was confused and conflicted with emotion. He knew how to push your buttons the right way, especially those that were meant for pleasure. Gun noticed how your breasts needed some attention as well. He decided to part his lips away from yours and release his hand from your face, leaving your needy mouth with a transparent line of mixed drool behind, as evidence of him claiming your mouth for himself. Dipping his own head towards your chest, he took your left breast into his mouth, and began to give it consecutive licks. The way his tongue alternated from encircling your areola and flicking your nipple made you whimper in bliss, resulting in him to smirk at your satisfaction at your honest responses to his tongue. Eventually, he began sucking on your soft breast, earning huffs of appeasement. Finally, Gun got you at the verge of submission, in which you didn’t expect him at all to do this next part.

Without warning, Gun released you from his grasp altogether. Your eyes then stared at him in yearning, wanting him to desperately continue his heaven-sent pleasuring for you. With urgency, you called to him asking, “Gun, why did you stop…?” Gun maintained that devious expression on his face, while he brushed the side of your face seductively. His fingers combed through your unsecured strands of hair, taking a lock of it into his hand then twirled it around his finger, displaying how sly he was for getting you wrapped around his finger so easily just now. “You still don’t understand… Do you, (Y/N)? This is your punishment for not remembering last night’s ‘special’ event. That’s why, I’m doing this… to help condition you to remember everything…” He brought your lock of hair to his own lips, kissing it while his eyes crept up towards yours in enticement. You were at a loss for words, as your face returned to a bright shade of red. You can’t seem to focus in the now, since a bunch of thoughts were scrambling through your head during that instance. Why is he being so flirty all of a sudden? I don’t understand him at all… Gun broke you from your thoughts when he asked an unusual question. “(Y/N), have you ever pleasured yourself before?” Huh…?

Feeling lost, you raised an eyebrow at him in a baffled manner. “What do you mean?” Gun chuckled at your cluelessness, releasing your lock of hair from his grasp. “I mean, have you ever touched yourself before?” Those words instantaneously caused your face to turn in a deep shade of red, leaving you to reply timidly. “Y-you mean… masturbating…?” Gun’s eyes widened a bit in surprise until his gaze remained locked onto yours, fascinated by your knowledge in such a dirty word. “Oh, so you DO know of it then? My, my. I didn’t know you had a dirty side in you, (Y/N). And all this time, I thought you were completely innocent. Well, except for last night. That’s another story…” You strongly rolled your eyes at him in contempt, as you explained to him, “No, you asshole. I just so happened to know, because of the disgusting shit that the guys at my old high school used to say while we were in gym class. They’d always be perving over girls in their gym uniform, like a bunch of gross idiots. Besides, I’m not a little kid who doesn’t know anything. You’d be surprised at the many things that I know, in which YOU DON’T.” Gun gave a cold laugh at your retort. “You always manage to get the last say, every time. No wonder I grew so fond of you. You surely are interesting, no doubt about it. Since you haven’t experienced masturbating before, then I’ll make you do it for me.” You immediately shook your head saying, “Are you out of your mind? Why would I do that?” Gun displayed a wry caricature of amusement, saying, “Like I said before, it’s your punishment. Also, can you really resist the feeling of pleasure? I doubt that you can, if you feel THIS good…”

An expression of uneasiness formed on your face, as you were about to protest once more. Nonetheless, he was too quick for you to do so. Straightaway, you felt the feeling of his fingers in between your legs, teasing you out with his sensual rubbing. A few moans left your mouth agape, as your hands returned to his arm again, gripping it in support to withstand this euphoric feeling. “Ahhh~” Gun could see your eyes starting to cloud in lust, with the way your cheeks were flushing a deep red while panting in heat. Once he saw that you were unsuccessful in your objection to refuse him, his fingers retreated from your sex, leaving you panting and now carrying the urge of wanting more of what he had to offer. With a pleased smile, he taunted, “See? What did I tell you? If you want to continue to feel good, then I suggest you do it yourself. I won't be the one doing it for you this time. After all, I AM teaching you a lesson. And besides, I’m doing this for you, you know. If your mind can’t remember what happened last night, then I have no other option, but to make your body remember instead. I know your body will. It'll always remember that sweet addictive feeling, that you just can't get enough of…" He let out a conniving titter, knowing how easily you give yourself up to him every time. "Although I did say that I’ll fuck you repeatedly until you remember, I’ll still have to punish you for the time being. So, go ahead and touch yourself. Show me how much you want me…” Gun laid on his side to get a better view of your private show for him. With his hand supporting the side of head, your eyes scanned his upper body, admiring how effortlessly attractive he was. Even with a blanket covering his lower half, he was a dastardly fine man… and you have to show this man how you decided to please yourself. While stammering to come up with words to say to him, you asked shakily, “U-um… h-how d-do I… s-start…?” Gun snickered at your bashfulness, as he said, “Oh right, you haven’t done this before. Alright, then follow the sound of my voice. You may close your eyes if you want to, and pretend that I’m not here. It's your choice.” Once he saw you nod your head, he began his instructions with, “Alright, now let’s begin.” Embarrassing as it may seem, you closed your eyes then tried to follow his every command as followed…

“Now, imagine your hand as mine and try to remember the places where I would usually touch you. Relax, and just follow the sound of my voice… First, lay back onto the pillow and make yourself comfortable. And while you’re leaning back, spread your legs out, enough to give yourself access to your own body…” Beckoning to his command, you laid back on the pillow and spread your legs out, with your womanhood already quivering anxiously for his next step. “Next, you can begin by choosing whichever part you want to focus on. I would suggest starting at the spot that gives you more pleasure. That way, the feeling would build up as you stimulate it continuously.” You thought about it for a second, until your hand started to slide south towards your nether region. Gun jeered at your choice, which made you comment on how he was lightly making fun of you. “Hey, I can hear you, you know…” Gun smiled mischievously as he said, “Don’t mind me, I was just admiring how well you’re doing…” In your head, you imagined yourself rolling your eyes at him. If only your eyes weren’t closed at that moment, then you would've showed him how much you despised him at that very moment. “Since your hand is now on your private part, then start feeling for your clit. It’s located at the front part of your entrance. You’ll feel it right away, even if your fingers barely brushed against it. It’s one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. If you’re wondering why, then it’s because it has a lot of nerve endings on that region. So this is your chance, (Y/N). Make sure you rub that place as much as you like. I’ll be observing how well you do so…” Already feeling how tense your body is from your own nervousness, you really felt the enormous pressure on you. Even though you visibly can't see Gun's eyes, you still felt his harrowing gaze on you from behind your eye sockets, awaiting for your lewd performance to commence. God, kill me now. This is so humiliating… I can’t believe I’m doing this! Especially, with HIM just laying there, watching me! He can be such a control freak. And you call this a "punishment"? Phfft, PLEASE! You just wanted to see me suffer like this. Annoying ass- URGH, WHAT HAS MY LIFE COME TO?!

With one deep sigh, you decided to just suck it up and just get it over with. As your fingers explored your own private, you tried to feel for that familiar spot where Gun mentioned. It didn’t take long for you to emit a distinct moan, as you found your own pleasure button. Carefully, you did anything you could that resembled Gun's touches. Gasping and moaning in the process, you found yourself experimenting with your own body. The motion of your hand rubbing to and fro onto your love button had brought out inviting "Ahhh~"'s and magnetic "Ohhh~"'s from your filthy mouth. The idea of this being a "punishment" for you, became lost and forgotten in your mind. This became a new world that has been opened up for you. You were afraid that you might get hooked by the feeling of this sinful sensation if you started pleasuring yourself. However, your mind was beginning to convince itself that, this might not be so bad at all… Meanwhile, Gun observed you in silence, as he watched you with hungry eyes that could kill for some intense touching from you. Resisting was all he could do at that point. Despite him claiming that this was your punishment, he was starting to believe that this was also his punishment as well. Was this the price that he had to pay too? For being overly obsessed with you, as your instructor? In an instant, he decided to break his silence, not wanting to think too much about it. Gun narrated in a very alluring voice, as he said temptingly, “Imagine my hand rubbing your own clit… Back and forth, just how you’ve grown to love it. I can speed it up, however and whenever you’d like. Or, I can try rubbing it in a circular motion, either clockwise or counter-clockwise. But what if I decided to put pressure on it, would that deepen the intensity of that irresistible feeling that you became so a fond of? Look at you… You’re getting a hang of it now, aren’t you? Doesn’t that feel good? Yes, that’s it, right there… You’re doing so well, my favorite student~” Gun’s attractive voice made you feel some type of way, making you abide to his every word. His portrayal of what his hands would’ve done to you, clearly assisted you on how you should properly please yourself. However, in Gun’s mind, he was going mad. Just the sight of you touching yourself made Gun’s cock stand up, causing a huge bulge to form from underneath the blanket. He inaudibly cursed at himself, feeling the intensity of his own boner throbbing against the light friction of the sheets brushing against him. He had never been THIS aroused before, especially during the morning. The sounds of your gruntled heaving didn’t help his case either, as it only fueled his desire for you even more. At this point, he had to brainstorm ways of how he can relieve this pulsating feeling of sexual desire. Suddenly, he just came up with a thorough plan…

At once, you felt his hand grasp onto you without you even noticing his hand reaching out to you. As he pulled you in towards him, your eyes shot wide open due to his hastiness. What in the hell is he doing??? Pulling you in between his legs where his phallus was standing firmly, you landed on your back with a cushioned thud on his chest. However… your body grew tense without a moment’s notice, as your ass is now pressed against his stiff private. The bright red tint of feeling hot and bothered appeared on your face again, in which you turned around to look at him interrogatively. “Okay, what the hell has gotten into you all of a sudden?! You told me to masturbate in front of you as a ‘punishment’, yet you decided to pull me closer towards you like THIS? What is wrong with y-” Sneering, he replied, “Yes, I’m aware of my own actions. You don’t need to do a recap on every little thing that I do to you… In the meantime, let’s not talk about this right now. The reason why I’m doing this is because I’ll be the one guiding you here, so be grateful.” You were about to complain with, “But-”, until he decided to cut you off again due to your dilly-dallying. “Let’s not waste anymore precious time, than what we already have. Come on, (Y/N). Where does your hand belong?” Still maintaining that embarrassed state, your hand hovered down south then stopped when it reached your quivering womanhood. Gun’s hand then swooped down towards yours and took your hand from behind. “If you want to start fingering yourself, then it should be here…”

From behind, he eyed your naughty bits as he placed your hand right onto your entrance. Still embarrassed by the way he was guiding you to do such a sinful act in front of him, your fingers grazed your private's folds, now soaking in your lewd juices due to your overwhelming arousal. You hated how Gun was making you sexually frustrated and ashamed at the same time, which made you bit the inside of your cheek. Gun noticed the way you were still hesitant, with your adorably flushed cheeks still visible on your face. The corner of his mouth curved upward into a cheeky smirk, loving the way he was making you question your own actions. That's it, he thought. He'll just have to show you personally, of how it should be done. Leaning his head closer to your ear from behind, he sent a breathy whisper, which triggered shivers down your whole body with that sultry voice of his. "If you're still hesitant, then let me demonstrate for you on how it's done. I'll teach you how to hit the good spots, if that's what you're trying to decipher for yourself~"

Slowly, he released your hand next to your hip, as he sensually trailed his fingers down your stomach, all the way south towards your anticipating sex. A soft moan emitted from your mouth, which drew a wider grin from him, delighted to get the right reaction from you. Already expecting your sweet responses to his teasing touches from just his fingertips, they grazed along your hip then onto your clit. With his heavenly skills in sexual expertise, you felt his fingers rub your clit from behind, motioning his own digits in slow circles onto your pleasure button. This made you groan in bliss, and as desperate as you were to cling onto him, your arm reached over behind you to feel for his face. The way you were holding onto the side of his cheek as he pleasured you while gradually making you go insane, gave him a sign of satisfaction at how good he was pleasing you which boosted his ego a bit more. Once again, you felt his hot breath in your ear, coaxing you intimately, "You're really enjoying this aren't you, (Y/N)? After all that lecturing in just how to touch yourself, you'd rather let ME do the job for you. Isn't that right?" He chuckled in amazement at your mewling, which made him pick up speed in his hand gestures down onto your clit. Now whimpering louder, he kissed the side of your neck in endearment, adoring those alluring sounds of yours that made his cock even more solid than before from underneath the covers. You felt his firmness poking your ass from beneath you too, which caused him to grind his hips onto you from behind while he continued to pleasure your clit. Cooing into your ear, he said, "How do you like me now, (Y/N)? Did you think that I'll just pleasure you lightly, just like that? You lazy woman… Look what you're making me do to you. Does your body want that sweet release from me now?" He laughed coldly into your ears, as it echoed in your head, intermingling with the rising buildup in your body that is now making you squirm submissively under his control. As you moaned endlessly, filling the room again with the sounds of your own enjoyment, Gun continued with his teasing to no end. "I wonder what you're thinking about right now, that your body has completely surrendered to me once again. I bet your mind has gone completely blank, because of how you're feeling right now, that you can't even think straight. However, I'm aware that your body remembers this really well. So… Are you starting to remember the events that took place last night, in this very room? Or do I still need to keep going, and help you remember?" Your eyes began to water, feeling the intensity of your nerves coiling up from within you, pulsating rapidly which indicated how close you were to cumming. Pulling his head down towards you, he gazed into your teary-eyed spheres, looking at him in need for him to help you reach your goal. He smirked at your upside-down face from beneath him, reassuring you with a, "Yes, I know. That look of desperation in your eyes is all I needed to see, to know how badly you wanted this. Now, go ahead and let go of yourself, (Y/N)…" Without warning, he switched his hands in which one resumed its job to rub your clit, while the other penetrated its fingers into you, curving upward onto your g-spot to finger you deeply. Whining while slightly arching your back onto his chest, he was clearly enjoying the sight of you losing your mind. Unable to say a word, a single syllable… hearing how your own moans would drown out the rest of your thoughts by overriding your own speech from ever speaking properly, made Gun feel a sense of familiar power. The control, and the state of having you at his mercy really made him feel like he could do anything. That energy boost, really does it for him.

"Cum for me, (Y/N). Do it, and I'll make you cum as many times as you want…" With one final cry as he bit onto your ear lightly, you convulsed with your transparent body fluids spraying everywhere onto his hands, sending strong goosebumps all over your body from how hard you just came. You collapsed onto his body from behind, leaning onto him in exhaustion. Gun sneered wickedly due to how he made you cum from his experienced hands. Retrieving his hands from both inside your cunt and from your clit, he brought the hand that was fully drenched from your juices close to his mouth, just to suck his fingers clean. Wondering what he was doing, you turned your head to your side to see him sucking on his own fingers seductively, which made you blush as you panted, still recovering from your orgasm. Gun's eyes locked with yours, smirking at the sight of you observing him. Releasing his fingers from his mouth, you watched as your own pussy juices ran down the corners of his mouth. "What is it, (Y/N)? Do I turn you on, just from cleaning my own fingers? It's your own cum that made my hands dirty, so take responsibility and help me clean my fingers." He held his other dirty hand out in front of your lips, and without having to be instructed by him, you knew exactly what to do. You took his hand and held it with both of yours, licking the fingers he used to rub your clit. Erotically, your eye contact on him remained, as you licked every fingertip that was in use. Then, you opened your mouth and surrounded his digits with your mouth, slowly having his fingers probe into your salivating entrance. You took his fingers deep, all the way down to his knuckles, which made him groan sexily at the way you took them into your mouth. Sucking onto them carnally, your tongue swiveled and surrounded his fingers, making sure they have been purified and cleaned with your own saliva from the naughty fluid that was coating his fingers previously. Gun's eyes narrowed at the view that he was witnessing right in front of him. God, you were stunning. How can you make him so turned on like that, with only just sucking his fingers clean? Is this really how his morning was starting off? Lewd, erotic, sensual… he loved it all. The promiscuity radiating from both of you so early in the day, felt like a dirty dream to him. The raunchiness was so overwhelming, that it really did made his dick harden in desire. Already, his cock was throbbing for some attention and he needed to take care of it now. Shit, he can't take it anymore. "Tch, screw this… (Y/N), let go and get off of me."

Surprised by his sudden change of attitude, you released his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand go altogether. Slowly you got off of his body and sat beside him on the bed, sitting on your knees, awaiting curiously for what he had to do or say. With a swift pull of the bed sheets off from his shrouded body, he revealed his dick that was already stiff for some pleasing. Your eyes were now fixed at his hardness, which made you consciously cross your legs, due to how aroused you got again just from the sight of his phallus. With one dominant command, he issued you to, "Come here, and pleasure me with that dirty little mouth of yours." Obeying his will, you crawled over in between his legs and took his cock in your hand without hesitation. You didn't question yourself at how quick you acted at all. For some reason, you just felt that it was RIGHT to do this. This familiar, yet unfamiliar act… In your hand, you massaged his dick, jerking him off up and down which made him groan in excitement. Time was clearly of the essence, as you bent your head over his private and slowly devoured him whole. Progressively, taking every inch of his girth into your entire mouth which felt similar to how you took his fingers in, not too long ago. Gun released a deep moan of fulfillment, resulting in him to grab onto your hair from behind you to watch you accordingly. Right when you felt his cockhead hit the back of your throat, your cheeks puffed to make more room for air to enter through your mouth as you began to breathe him into you. Sucking his mouth and suctioning around his girth inside your gummy cheeks, your head shifted up and down on his shaft, creating those unholy sounds. Moaning into his dick like it was meant to be touched and relieved by you, Gun gripped onto your hair, hissing tauntingly. "That's right, treat my cock as if it's your Superior's. You belong to me now, understand? Yes, that's it… What a good little whore you are. I knew your body would remember this. Like I said, if your mind can't remember what happened, then I'll make your body remember. I'll use you, condition you, and do you as many times if we needed to for that small idiotic head of yours to remember everything. Do I make myself clear?"

"Mhmm…" you hummed, as you slurped him up repeatedly. Responsively, he said while combing his fingers down your long locks, "Good girl… now finish the job and suck my morning wood. Do it well." When his fingers reached the tips of your hair, he yanked your head down to where your lips touched the bottom of his length, making you gag as his head poked the back of your throat. Changing up the velocity of your blowjob, you quickly crashed your lips repeatedly down onto his phallic stiffness, making his breath hitch in indulgence. His lips curved maliciously at how you were giving it your all in trying to please him, which earned praises from him. "Ah, what a good little girl you are. Yes, such a behaved and trained SLUT. Mmmmm… you love my dick, don't you? You're taking it in so good, that you must be addicted to it by now. Yes?" Climactically, you felt his dick palpitate into your mouth, filling it with his seed as it flowed down your throat and into your digestive system. You gratefully swallowed his load whole, eventually removing your mouth from his cock, breathing heavy to get the right amount of oxygen into your system to recollect yourself. Gun still had his hold on your hair, in which he tugged onto it, not allowing you to escape just yet. You gasped as he brought your face back to his lovestick, saying while shaking his head, "I guess I still need to train you more, since you forgot how to clean up your own mess." Sighing tiredly, you had no choice but to comply. You took his length in your hand then began to graze your tongue from his balls to the crown of his cock. In response, he gave an elated huff as well, enjoying himself at how he was using you. He loved every bit of this little private show of his. That tongue of yours licking his dick because he allowed you to… Those hands of yours that were playing with his rod and his balls… In all honesty, it sent shivers down his spine. It still amazes him how submissive you've become for him, and how obedient you grew, only to be his servant at times like these. It never fails to turn him on like so, admiring how his developing masterpiece is being sculpted into his own favorite toy. "God, you really are the best. Showing me how talented you are, with that mouth of yours, huh? So eager, and yet, so clueless when you come back to your sense…"

Gun cupped the side of your face with his hand, staring at you zealously with a sincere smile of affection. Finally, when he took notice of how his own private has been treated with care, he petted your head soothingly as he said softly, "Alright, (Y/N). That's good. You may rest now." With a deep exhale, you stopped and sat beside him. All of a sudden, you felt his hand grab onto your wrist as he pulled you closer to him. You crashed onto his body, with your head now leaning onto his chest. One of his muscular tatted arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His lips pressed onto your head, kissing you lightly with fondness. Questioningly, your head tilted up at him in which you asked, "Um… what are you doing?" He looked down at you saying sternly, "What? I'm just claiming what's mine." A rosy color appeared on your cheeks as you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. "What are you talking about? You don't own me!" Gun clicked his tongue in annoyance at your defiance as he mumbled, "Great, you're back to your irritating self again…" You raised your eyebrow at him in doubt. "I have no idea what you're on about. But anyways, I need to piss. So, where's the bathroom?" He scowled at you, now having to let go of you. In displeasure, he scoffed while responding, "How the hell could you forget where the bathroom was? I swear, your memory capacity is obviously the size of a peanut if you couldn't remember it from last night." Rolling your eyes, you instantly got out of the bed, not withstanding anymore of his slander. Annoyed, you walked towards the bedroom door as you raised a middle finger from above your head with your back turned to him saying, "Whatever, I'll find it myself! Useless dirtbag…" Leaving Gun in the bed, he sighed wearily, muttering to himself in frustration. "How the hell did I even bed a woman like that? And to even shed an ounce of interest for her as well, still remains a mystery to me…"

While lost in a puzzled daze over which room the bathroom was located at, you staggered your way over to the bathroom little-by-little. You didn't realize until now, how your body was aching all over and you regretted how fast you got out of the bed. "I shouldn't have stood up so quickly like that. Ugh, it's that jerk's fault for getting me all angry." However, little did you know, Gun was suddenly rushing over to you from behind. With an unannounced grab onto one of your wrists, your head jolted towards his direction, with your eyes now following him in concern. "Gun?" He ignored you, as you watched him carefully, now leading the way towards the bathroom with his tight grip around your wrist that was pulling you to an unexpected turn of events. Eventually, he led you into the massive bathroom with the lavish shower and the fancy bath tub. When he guided you to the toilet, he told you to, "Sit." And with that, you conformed to his order, studying his movements as he goes over to the shower to turn it on. The awkward tension in the room made you question his actions and why he was there in the bathroom with you. Actually… what is he even doing here? All I said was that I needed to pee. Tentatively, you studied him closely, as he turned on the shower. The shower-head started to sprinkle down droplets of water, until steam started to evaporate from the warm water. Without turning around to look at you, Gun said in a very imposing tone, "Once you're done over there, come here. I'll clean you up." Realizing how you've been sitting on the toilet for a while, you replied back in a shaky voice saying, "Um, o-okay, don't mind me… peeing!" God, this is embarrassing. I could've had a peaceful piss by now if HE didn't decide to just barge in here with me. Also… he said he'll "clean" me up? What did he mean by that? And what am I, a dog? Sighing, you finished your business then flushed before creeping up to him discreetly. You stared at the running water running down his scarred yet broad and lean back. His waist from afar was much skinnier now that you've studied him closely. The water trickling down onto his buff back, tracing every scar on his body got you entranced by his physique. Hearing the sound of your feet pitter-pattering onto the shower floor, Gun ran his hands through his hair as he pushed his soaked hair back sexily. Turning around to finally face you, you were greeted by the view of his wet yet toned body, in which your eyes checked him out from head to toe. Oh... My... Lord...

The experience of catching him in the shower was like seeing a god for the first time. How can someone so twisted and uptight, look so attractive and divine underneath the contact of water? Already dripping in all his steaminess under the hot and brisk shower, your eyes traveled down Gun's entire body. His damp hair was slicked back, revealing more of his face than usual with those noticeable sideburns of his… His dark dewy eyes latched onto yours… That huge tantalizing scar across his nose bridge always captivated you… His hulky chest and forged abs were as hard as an actual Grecian sculpture's with scars decorated permanently onto his skin… Both of his strong sturdy arms flexed as he held his hair up from falling onto his eyes to focus on you… But oh, does the view get even better. Roaming lower towards his nether region, beheld his enormous package. Water droplets slid down his massive erection and his protruding balls from under his manhood, which caused your legs to cross consciously and quiver, reminiscing the feeling of what his sex was actually capable of just from the sight of it. Oh god, that sweet, sweet feeling… Pounding through your chest rapidly, your blood started to pump and flow down to your private, eluding thoughts of being desperately touched by him. Your inhale and exhales passing through your lungs quickened and your senses heightened, maximizing your body's intense biological need. Your hand pressed against your chest as your head directed towards your feet while breathing heavily, feeling your own heart beat erratically. W-what is this? Why am I feeling this way, and why can't I control it whenever I'm around him? Is there something wrong with my heart? Am I going insane? What's wrong with me? I'm scared…

"Is there something wrong?"

Gasping, you looked up and saw that he was standing right in front of you. Gun's body was only a few centimeters away from you, standing there in all his naked glory. You shook your head saying, "Sorry, I-I don't know what's gotten into me…" His gaze was engrossed onto your face without showing any emotion when he asked, "What do you mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows in a concerned fashion. "My body feels… weird… and it happens whenever I'm with you…" He stared at you in silence for only a few seconds before questioning blankly, "Oh, is that so? And what does your body feel?" Your voice trembled feebly, answering him back with, "Hot, heavy… And sh-shaky, like I'm pressured to do something just to get rid of this feeling inside of me…" Now understanding what your words meant, he snickered since he knew the right solution to solving your little issue. "So, it is true. Your body DOES remember that feeling…" You felt his hand touch the back of your hand, sliding it on top of yours, holding onto it tightly afterwards. Gun slowly guided you deeper into the shower with him, still maintaining the intense eye contact he had on you. You were enchanted by him, as if a beast was luring you into his trap. A deep, dark cave, where your future is undetermined, once you step further into it. Will you be eaten, or will you make it out alive? Was this really happening? Feeling lost, and clouded with doubt, you were caught in between the line of a dream and reality. It was like your soul and your body were both independent from each other. Caught almost in a simulation, where your spirit leaves your body for only a minute, sacrificing what little consciousness you had in you to meet him on the other side. Wherever that "other side" may be, you can't help but want to find out for yourself. To discover what was waiting for you. Was this a lucid dream of some sort? Or was this how people felt when they experience such a thing called, "astral projection"? When your awareness is just drifting away from your body… You'll never know.

Following him without making a fuss remained foreign to you, but you believed that you could put your trust in him at this very moment. You were willing to allow him to guide you into whatever event that might take place in this very structure. When Gun finally got you under the shower-head with him, you felt the warm water soothe your skin, calming you and making you feel at ease. Every water droplet that touched your skin lulled you into a relaxed state of tranquility, in which your head tilted upwards towards the shower-head while your eyes shut and your lips formed into a genuine smile, enjoying the touch of the water raining down on you. Right at that very instant, you were drenched underneath the heated water from head to toe. As Gun absorbed your entire body with his eyes, they toured from the top of your wet hair, to your beautiful florid face from the effect of the lukewarm shower, past your supple breasts, to your curvy hips, and all the way down to your bare womanhood, his own hot breath puffed a smoky exhale from his mouth due to the steam accumulating from the humid shower. Staring down at your naked body dowsed in water, something inside him ignited, like a small lit flame would from his silver lighter. That smile of yours, resulted in him to feel a unique sensation that he never felt before. Actually, that was a lie. He had felt this way before, quite a bit. There were instances when he caught himself not really minding your presence at all. It was this addictive feeling of ease that he noticed whenever he's with you. Was this really your doing? Your power? The "Ripple Effect", as people might call it, where the stationary body of water that sits still is suddenly disrupted by something or someone that touches it unintentionally. In his mind, you were that something.

Originally, his life had been the same old thing. Countless of times, it became a repeated process. He'd fight, get stronger, and conquer. It was the same routine over and over again, that he didn't mind at that time. However, when he came to Korea, it was like he started another life for himself. Another chapter, in which his monstrous self was driven by the insatiable thirst for power, where he can spread his own influence in another land. However, he got himself caught and trapped in  prison for a discrete amount of time. And you'd think that's going to stop him from strengthening his own power? One by one, he took on little imprisoned small fries left and right, to the point that he'd cause massive destruction wherever he went. Painting the outer jail perimeters with splatters of red, pure genocide was the only thing familiar to him. But that all changed when he met a certain man in that facility who'd actually build a bridge for Gun to walk through, in order to gain another opportunity with a hint of scheming… Charles Choi. But at what price made him accept such a deal with that man? Money? Power? Or was it… leverage against him, that made him "loyal" to him? Gun hated being held against his will, and it didn't have to be physical for it to be irritating. 

The old man wanted something from him that only HE can give to him, so he agreed to their alliance. By training and protecting his daughter, Crystal Choi,  how to fight and by acquiring his own partner, Joon Goo Kim, to raise the “Four Major Crews” system with him, Gun had earned lots of money in the process. Although this process was successful, it wasn’t permanently successful to begin with. Little by little, operations failed according to each leaders’ downfall and the search for his own successor to take over his position after he retired, had dwindled drastically. If only there was someone competent enough to even take my position, he thought. Over the years, he had met many talented fighters and yet they all let him down. How disappointing AND embarrassing. To think that he’d put so much time and effort in training these kids by watching them grow, only to let him down in the end led him to think, why did I even bother? Well, there was of course, Daniel Park who had exceeded his expectations at one point so he’s just waiting on him to do what Gun had hoped for… To destroy the four major crews. 

But all that waiting though for that to happen? How long would that take? Way too damn long… Gun was growing impatient by the minute, just by thinking about it and it became annoying to even have to shape these kids up. God, at least give him SOMETHING he can work with. He deserves a fucking break from all of the letdowns, the disappointment, and all of the times where he had to repeat the same process of training people only for them to be as worthless as an ant. He was running out of patience until… he met you that day. You were like a beacon of light that shined a pathway down a pitch-black staircase, which spiraled down endlessly. And to think, that certain staircase would surely reach the bottom, was a thought that he’s willing to bet on. The raw talent that you possessed and the copy ability that was just WAITING for him to polish was enough for Gun to be convinced that he really did need you on his side. When he took you in and hired you personally, however, you were nothing more but a trainee who just got on his nerves most of the time. Stubborn and annoying, with a whole lot of attitude, you were definitely a difficult woman to handle. Every word and every action you did, would always piss him off to no end. But, there was always that side to you that he gradually got to know little by little. That softness, that he had never got to experience for himself… Not to mention, that kindness that no one has ever genuinely given to him before was just astonishing to him. Everyone hated him, no doubt about it. You did hate him too, at the beginning of your first week with him. Despite his cruelty and his harshness towards you, you still somehow managed to come back to him. Ever since that day when you treated his wounds, he made up his mind that you were the right person to entrust his own plans to. It was a sense of loyalty that he could count on. But, it wasn’t just that… was it? There was actually more to it. You brought out new sides to him that he didn’t even know, were possible. Was this really him, taking care of you? Would that make him weak, if he had to succumb to you? Why was he even trying to treat you out in the first place? Was it because he felt obligated to do so? To reward you? To praise you for your accomplishments in assisting him with his plans? No… it was indeed, more than that. It was because he had grown accustomed to you, to the point that he became attached to you. He didn’t want to admit it at first, so he tried to reason himself with bullshit excuses. Although, this feeling always crawled back to him just to bite him in the ass every time. For some reason, he wanted you there with him at all times. To stay there beside him. Never leaving his side. Always assuring him that you’ll always greet him. To always have someone there anticipating his arrival whenever he comes home from a long day of work that would always frustrate him and tire him out. To always have you looking at him, smiling at him, and giving these small gestures of thoughtfulness only to him, became his priority. He never felt so needy for someone, and so greedy for that person to always have you there with him.

When did that become an issue to him? He was always used to being independent, relying only on himself while people come and go. But with you, he couldn’t allow you to even slip away for just a minute or else he becomes restless. He became dependent on your presence. Was this a feeling of admiration that he was feeling for you? A sign of respect? Gratitude? No, no. Once again, it had to be something more than that. Something befitting for all of the built up thoughts and new emotions he was feeling. This could only be the doing of one particular emotion… One that he thought of as a ridiculous trope that would oppose ambition above all… Love.

Gun had heard of the concept of “love” before, and it only disgusts him knowing how people become weak when they themselves become a victim to it, like his previous candidates of successors that he had before. He doesn’t understand how someone could “fall” for someone and would risk so much for them over anything else. It's just a distraction and it'll only get in the way of his ambitions. Yet… isn’t that what he’s been doing these past couple of weeks? He had given you all these gifts and he even went out of his way to search for you everywhere. Especially during his work hours, he abandoned his own duty to come find you. Recently, his thoughts had been nothing but you. At home, at work, even when he’s out with Goo sometimes, thoughts of you occupied his mind. Maybe he did become a fool. A fool who had fallen victim to this thing called “love”. When he realized that this was the case, he believed that he was a moron for feeling such a way and for letting this happen. Once again, you turned his whole perspective around when you said those words last night.

“Gun… I love you...”

Those words were so vivid to recall, that Gun couldn’t stop thinking about it. They made him feel a mix of emotions that one couldn’t even comprehend. Your words gave him a brand new sense of confidence in himself that he had never discovered before. Since you said that you loved him, then he too had the urge repay you back with a rightful answer. He wants to touch you… To hold you… To claim you… And to make you his entirely. If he doesn’t do it this time, then he’ll surely regret it in the future, and he’s aware of that. There’s no holding back anymore. It’s now or never.

“(Y/N).” 

Hearing your name being called by Gun interrupted your serenity, which led you to open your eyes keenly and turn your focus back onto him. The sounds of the shower that you were caught up in seemed to have been tuned out into the back of your mind, with his voice only being the audio that became your main focus. Beaming up at him with a simple, “Yes?”, was your response to his name calling. Unannounced, his hand grazed the side of your pretty face, cupping both of your cheeks in each hand. Your jewel-like eyes ogled up at his handsome face, while his obsidian orbs towered over yours. He wiped the tear-like substances on your eyes to clear your vision for you while the both of you stood still underneath the shower-head. Observing your facial features in all his seriousness, he asked straightforwardly, “Are you interested in me?” Your smile faded, in which you stared up at him in dismay. You didn’t know how to react to his question, so you gave a stiff laugh saying, “W-where’s this coming from? Gu-” He interrupted you with another question asking in a more persistent tone. “If you can’t recall what happened from last night, then answer me honestly. (Y/N)… Do you like me?” You weren’t sure if it was just the feeling of the warm water on your skin, but you really did feel your face get hotter from his question. Why is he asking me these questions all of a sudden? I didn’t plan to confess to him right now, of all places. This isn’t the right place and time for this! What should I do? How should I respond? If only you could remember what had happened last night. Standing your ground, you took his hands and removed them from your face, letting his hands fall onto his sides. While doing so, you tried explaining to him, “Wait, Gun… I don’t think this is the appropriate time to talk about this right now. Let’s just clean ourselves up and-“  You forgot that he was an obstinate man. He wouldn’t let any matter of interest go, until he gets an answer from you, and you should’ve known that from the very start. 

In frustration, he clenched his teeth and grabbed onto your forearm then pulled you onto the shower wall. Holding you against your will, his hands slammed assertively on both sides of your figure, not letting you escape. His eyebrows creased brutally, emanating a strong aura of intimidation onto you, which made you want to shrink back onto the wall and merge with it to escape. His eyes drilled into yours, staring directly at you with such intensity. Wishful thinking was all you had currently, wanting to retreat your eyes away from his, yet you couldn’t in fear of being punished by him. After all, he had you in his enclosed grasp. However, you were starting to show signs of concern for Gun, seeing how bothered he was with whatever thoughts that were filling his head right now. Agitated, he voiced out in a disgruntled manner, “Don’t you dare walk away from me, because I need to know now. Do you really ‘love’ me, (Y/N)?” Those words were unnatural, coming from his mouth while his facial expression didn’t match the mood at all. In a sense, it was quite funny, actually. In an attempt to try and keep a straight face, you stared at him with a blanked caricature on your face until you suddenly broke character in a small “Phfft-“. Looking away while bringing the back of your hand to your mouth, you laughed while trying to hide your smile. “S-sorry! It’s just- bffft… You sound like a child while- Hah… I can’t- HAHAHAHA!!!” You were glad that you get to release tension from yourself, since it made you relax even more to answer his question without being scared of him. Meanwhile, Gun was completely stunned at how you just bursted out laughing, when he was trying to be serious. It was insulting and he felt his pride being crushed by you when he stood there, watching you laugh your ass off. The silence from him was radiating ominously, when your laughs were starting to die down into a muted, awkward silence. Uh oh, maybe I shouldn’t have laughed at him. The expression that he was giving you was of pure disapproval of your dismissed response to his question, glowering at you in bad temperament. In an attempt to calm him down, you courageously drew your hand closer to his face, capturing his cheek in your hand gently. Sighing, your head tilted upwards towards him and you gave him a warm smile as you said in defeat, “I have no choice but to confess, don’t I?” Deducting his rash actions being shown to you, last night must have been a rather EVENTFUL occurrence. What did I even say to him last night that might have riled him up like this? I wish I could remember. 

Gathering the confidence to finally confess to him, your arms calmly wrapped around his neck as you closed in on him, embracing him under the pattering drops of water. Soothingly, your hand skimmed up the nape of his neck, coursing through his wet hair from behind his head. This was meant to reassure him of your honest response that you’re about to break down to him. In a gentle tone, you asked, “So… do you want to know how I really feel about you?” Gun gave an affirmative nod, with that serious demeanor of his still focusing on you. “Okay. Ugh, where do I even start…? Well, to be honest, I hated your guts when I first met you. I thought of you as rude, arrogant, narcissistic, and heartless.” His face remained apathetic, which resulted in you to crack a teasing giggle. “It gets better, okay, Mr. Grumps? Trust me…” Resuming with your acknowledgment for him, you continued onwards. “The longer I stayed with you, the more that I realized how much I’ve gotten used to you. Even though you’re such an ass, there are many things that I find that are attractive about you. Frankly, you are strong because of how physically adept you are at fighting, independent since you’re capable of taking care of yourself, sophisticated because of your sense of fashion, smart because you know how to handle every situation thrown at you (especially when it comes to my dumbass…), resourceful since you know how to cleverly use resources around you, practical (because you don’t waste anything that could be of use, especially time), and not to mention, you’re…” Warily, your cheeks reddened at the last part of your description of him, stammering shyly when you said, “H-handsome because you always have an… attractive physique… ” He stared at you, all awestricken. Gun’s mouth turned to a devilish smirk, leaning his face closer to yours while he still had his hands pressed against the shower wall adjacent to your sides. However, he repositioned himself with his left forearm now pinned beside you, and his other hand tucking your wet strands behind your ear to whisper close into your ear saying, “Am I really that handsome to you, (Y/N)? Does my ‘physique’ make you weak in the knees?” The blush on your face had yet to cease due to Gun’s sly tease. Flustered as you were, you removed your arms from him and pushed him back from his chest, in which you drew your eyes away from him while dying in embarrassment. ��Ugh, you’re so annoying!” When he took a few steps back from your abrupt push, he chuckled amusedly, knowing how you couldn’t take back your words even if you wanted to. You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you snapped back at him. “Tsk, I might be crazy to even say this to someone like you! But…” Heaving a reluctant sigh, you confessed gingerly, ”I do… like you. S-so… if Drunk Me said that I… l-love you… then I must have really meant it…” It didn’t take long for Gun to suddenly come for you again, sheathing his arms around your bashful self. One of his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you close to him while the other held onto the side of your face for another time. Pressing your body against his, you glanced at him in perplexity due to his startling embrace. As he admired you once more, he ultimately declared, “That’s all I needed to know. So, don’t make me regret this...” 

On that account, Gun lowered his face onto yours and his lips reunited with yours. For this occasion, he was much more gentler this time as he kissed you passionately than ever before. Having to adjust to the current state of affection for you, he held your face during the kiss, ensuring that he gets a taste of your sweet tongue sufficiently. The clutch around your waist grew tighter by each second, causing the both of you to moan and groan for more, from each other. Your arms returned around his neck again, sliding one of your hands down his scarred chest. Instantly, Gun swiftly removed your hand from his chest by grabbing a hold of it, transferring your hand down onto his meaty cock. Pulling himself away for a brief moment, Gun informed you that, “At this moment, it’s yours now. I give you permission to do whatever you want to it, so let yourself go and give in to me. Continue to show me how much of a greedy woman you really are.” The temperature rose not just on your face, but in you entire body as well, seeing him snicker proudly like that only for a second. He crashed his lips back onto yours again, pushing you onto the wall, to run his greedy hands all over your body. The sensation of his hand groping your breast while another hand played with your private, led to your legs trembling from the stimulation and your whines to echo amidst the trickling sounds of the shower. Moaning in euphoria from his touches on your breasts and your heat, you decided to return Gun the favor, by giving him a hand job.  Gripping onto the base of his girth, your hand played with his dick as you massaged it back and forth on his entire length, seizing the moment of him groaning at your generous touch. A glint of carnality masked his eyes, which only fueled the increase in lust that he had for you. “Does that feel good, Mr. Park?” Goddamn, did that line spark something inside of him… 

Foxily, you pushed him off of you releasing your lips from his, resulting in him to peer at you in confusion. Consequently due to the fact that you wanted to get even with him for his teasing, you came up with an idea that’ll surely drive him mad with desire. Knowing him, as a pervert and all. Attentively, Gun watched as you got on both knees below him, reaching eye level with his manhood. Still holding his cock in your hand, his head tilted down at the sight of you gliding your hand up to his tip, tracing around the hole of his penis in circles with the flat of your thumb. He reciprocated by uttering a hoarse grunt from your light gratification, followed by a lowly chuckle. It was obvious to him that you were starting to play along with him, teasing him back in accordance to his fiery desires of physical displays of affection.  While sweeping your hair off for you by tidying your hair back with his hand, he asked “What do you think you’re doing, my little servant?” Smirking back at him, you responded, “Like you said. As your ‘servant’, it’s my duty to please you, sir. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Gun’s libido was starting to rise, even from merely your mocking. You’re already familiar with the way he operates during foreplay, since he always enjoyed a challenge from you… even when it comes to a little role-play. 

Sneering at your reply, you felt his fingers caressed you from the top of your head to the side of your jaw, then stopped right where your chin was at. He firmly grasped it in between his thumb and index finger, but he didn’t stop there. The assessment that Gun was giving you was purely seductive on his behalf, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb to and fro. You eyed his intentions cautiously, focusing your attention on him as if he stole the main show from you. Enticingly, he asked with piquant interest, “Will you be pleasing me again with that exquisite mouth of yours, little one?” In a suggestive fashion, you leered smugly.  “That’ll be a surprise that only you will find out for yourself, Mr. Park. So just relax, and enjoy the special treatment~” You put yourself to work when you began to pump his whole shaft in your clutch, gripping it and massaging it throughly before accepting his prong into your mouth. Hence, him letting go of your bottom lip to rest his hand on top of your scalp. Deluging on his prick in an obligatory fashion, your hand held his private by the base steadily, glancing up at him a few times to check his current state from time to time. Gun on the other hand, was barely on the edge of losing it. Your mouth was pleasuring just the head of his cock, and he wanted you to go deeper, so badly. Watching him grit his teeth in frustration was the look that you expected to see. Pretending to not notice his sexual needs, you drew your mouth back from his tip, questioning him in a concerned tone, “Sir, are you okay? You don’t look so good…” Gun was panting heavily, when he demanded right away with, “I’m fine. Just keep going!” A smile of delight formed on your lips, nodding in servitude. “As you wish, sir.” And so it begins…

Engulfing Gun’s boner into your mouth little by little, he expelled a lecherous hum of appeasement right when he sensed that his snag bumped the back of your throat. Simultaneously, you let out a sigh of achievement for taking his humongous size whole without having to gag. I guess, I’m getting the hang of this. Without wasting a single second, you commenced your blowjob for him by sliding your lips outwards, until they came crashing down onto the bottom of his cock where your lips encountered his balls. Like a cycle, you proceeded to suck him off using the same method, on and on, reviewing those pleasured reactions of his. Gun ejected a few grunts here and there, still gripping onto your head in rapture. Every time you gave him head, he pondered about how well you’ve improved every time, gaining experience in demonstrating your ability to service him right. Spewing dirty curses out of his mouth, he worded out sensually as he scrunched a bundle of your hair together in one tight grab. “Fuuuck… You just keep getting better and better… don’t you? My personal slut, LOVES devouring my dick, doesn’t she? Filthy whore, mmmm… You should thank me for training you well. Sucking my cock like that, only shows me how fitting you are in being my number one slave… My personal toy… My one and only partner who can satisfy me like this…”  You moaned onto his manhood as his grasp on your hair clenched even more, causing your body to react honestly to his praising and degrading. The walls of your pussy surged in arousal as you felt your insides beat heavily in a heated rhythm, secreting your needy juices from underneath you. Gun’s dirty talk fueled your desire even more, as he said, “I bet your cunt must be dripping wet from all of the praising that I’m giving you. What? You think I wouldn’t know how your body works by now? Heh, you foolish girl. I know you well, inside AND out. How did you think I know what your body desires? What you’ve always been craving for? I’m the only one who can satisfy you, and I’m the only person who can see right through your head. You know, I don’t blame you for falling for me. I’m rich, good-looking, powerful, and experienced in many different aspects, including sex. So, what kind of woman WOULDN’T find me attractive?” Right after his little cocky speech, he inhaled sharply through his teeth confirming, “Shit… I’m almost there…” feeling his rod starting to jitter inside your sloppy gape. 

His boastfulness caused you to furrow your eyebrows in distaste. Irritated by his arrogance, your mouth retreated from his cock, which sent a crossed expression to form on his face. His eyes narrowed dangerously, as he observed you. When you locked eyes with him, you stared tenaciously at him, not even daring to withdraw your eyes away from his. This earned a smirk out of him, eagerly awaiting for what else you had in store for this little game of yours. Verifying that you had all of his attention on you, you held onto his prong in your hand then sustained your eye contact with him, not missing a single tune of his charming moans, you left a trail of kisses down his stalk. Relishing the sensation of your warm lips on his private, he dug his fingers deeper into your hair, massaging your scalp nicely as sign of encouragement and idolization. “Yes, that’s it. That’s my good girl… I love it when you look into my eyes like that, worshipping my cock beneath me like it's the best thing in the world…” His appreciative words sent flutters to your stomach and in your heat, which gave you a boost to keep going. You brought your lips to his balls then began to suck on each one, coating them with your saliva running down his testes. Your ears heard his groans get even louder, and more aggressive, while his grip on your head became much more stronger than before. “Ugh, you really know how to please a man. Don’t you, (Y/N)? Not just any man… ME…” Strike when he least expects it… After giving his balls some attention, you couldn’t resist teasing him, to remind him of who was in charge of his service. As your lips departed from his balls then transferred to his member’s crown, a few kisses were planted on his fleshy tip, followed by a few circular licks that traced around his genital hole. Gun spouted a gruff groan, still watching you with courtesy. For only a fleeting moment, you removed your lips from his knob, pronouncing a warning to him. “Careful Mr. Park, I wouldn’t get TOO comfortable there if I were you. After all, I’m the one who’s still in charge of your treatment.” 

A gleam for misbehavior shined through your eyes, which really caught Gun off guard. Without giving him any warning, you provoked him by biting on his top lightly, which won a clear grunt from him. Your impishness produced a dumbstruck countenance on his face, which soon converted into a small derogatory laugh. “You’re a real brat, you know that?” Shrugging flippantly, you countered his scornfulness with, “Isn’t that why you took interest in me in the first place? I don’t see you complaining… until now.” Gun suddenly became speechless, not able to come up with a clever rebuttal because whatever you said was the truth, and he was aware of that. To silence him even further, you received his whole prick into your mouth then began to suck on him vigorously, working your hand and your mouth simultaneously in a synced pace. Gun spilled a few curses due to your explosive burst of energy on his wood, going at it at such a high speed. The sloppy top that you were giving him was so damn good, that it made his toes slightly curl in his feet and his hand on your head to clamp tensely, feeling his knuckles dig into your scalp from clutching mightily onto your hair. His penis began to throb in your mouth, denoting how he was almost at the stage of climax. “Yeah, you better suck on it real good. Show me how much you love me, and this dick!” Reaching towards his own finishing state, Gun ultimately combusted deep into your mouth. Feeling his thick spunk run down the back of your throat and through your esophagus, you ensured that you accepted every drop of his by chugging down every bit of it until your tongue no longer felt the substance present in your mouth. However, your job didn’t end there quite yet. His sex was still in your mouth, in which your tongue swiveled around it, cleaning off every inch of him. With a few clingy sucks on his shaft, your mouth messily detached from him, as a bit of your leftover drool drooped onto his head. That final bit of your sexual labor prompted a resonant sigh from him. However, he didn’t let you rest just yet.

Gun’s eyes were directed at you, currently perusing your weary self from giving him the best blowjob he has ever had. “It’s my turn. Get up, now.” Your head whirled around to stare at him in apprehension. What the hell? Can’t he see that I’m catching my breath here?! You were about to ignore him, but you completely forgot that he had his hold on you. The yanking on your hair was starting to get annoying, pulling on you like a pet on a leash. “I said… Get. Up. NOW.” Those dark eyes with their glowing pupils punctured your own with true authority, drawing out a chilling shiver down your spine. It’s reasonable to become so helpless under his gaze like that, as you thought to yourself carefully. Crap, I don’t like the look of those eyes. I guess I have no choice here. It’s Gun after all… Seeing that you were rising onto your feet, Gun liberated you from his grasp. After getting up, you eyed him guardedly to try and read his next move. “So… what now? Are we done here?“ He jeered at you scornfully with that cold smirk plastered on his face as he said boldly, “I dare you to turn around and bend over for me. It’s time for me to really show you some good ‘loving’…” You were taken by surprise by his words, especially that last phrase that he said. On cue, your face began to burn hotly. “Now, hold on a minute! You’re not just going to drop that line on me, like it was effortless for you!” Gun raised an eyebrow playfully, pretending to retreat away from you. Using his reverse psychology on you, he acted as if he was willing to let you go this time, curious to see how you’d react. “Oh. So, you don’t want me to show you? Hm, well too bad. I guess we’ll just have to settle this some other time.” Gun was about to turn his back on you so he could leave the shower, but he was soon stopped by your grab on his arm. When his eyes focused on both of your hands clinging onto him, your cheeks flared in bright scarlet, as you couldn’t bear to let him go. The two of you already got to this point, so you found it unfair of him to abandon you like that. Abashed by how he easily got to you, you willingly heeded to his directive. “Okay, okay… Geez, you’re so mean sometimes…” You were about to shift yourself around to face the wall, but Gun stopped you from doing so as he said, “Hold on a minute.”, before placing his hands on your hips. Gun looked around the shower, since he could’ve sworn that he saw something that you could grab onto for safety when he entered into the shower earlier. And because he knew you were typically clingy during sex, you needed something that could support you while getting your kitty pounded. Once he spotted a shower grab bar nearby, he ordered you to, “Turn to your left, and move towards that grab bar.” Issuing you to take a few steps to the other wall on your left, you caught the bar in sight. You regarded it alertly, asking him, “Why do you want me to go over there for?” Gun addressed, “It’ll be a pain if you slip on nothing out of nowhere. If that happens, then I’ll have to be the one to carry you out of here to seek medical attention. Do you know how bothersome that would be?” Rolling your eyes at his apathetic response, you grumbled a, “God, when do you ever stop thinking about yourself?” before proceeding towards the adjacent side of the shower. His hands were still holding onto your hips as he guided you from behind towards the steel bar. The two of you stopped right in front of it, and it didn’t take an entire minute for Gun to say while snickering, “What are you waiting for? Do it.”

Someone’s excited. Right when you turned around and bent over the support railing, you placed both of your hands onto the bar, displaying your sleek pussy before him. Gun’s eyes leched down over your curvy backside, admiring your inviting position. Marveling at your plump ass facing his cock, he kneaded his hands on your hips, preparing himself for what he’s about to do to you. “Look at you, all eager for me to take you. You want me to show you how much I ‘love’ you, don’t you? You were even pretending to not want me when clearly, you do. I know you so well, (Y/N). You can’t fool me.” Jeering, his hands groped your ass cheeks, giving them a full circled rub on both cheeks until he sent a sadistic smack on your ass. Your body reacted, flinching in response to the infliction of light sensual pain, along with a pleased groan out of you. “Heh, would you like at that? Do you like it when I inflict pain onto you? It sounded like you actually enjoyed that. My naughty little masochist~” He removed his right hand from your ass so he can take hold of his phallus. Gun’s tip poked your drenched folds, rubbing it back and forth, earning stifled moans to escape through your lips. “You’re already aware of how this works. I won’t put it in unless you’ve earned my satisfaction. Go on little slut, beg for it…” You weren’t going to go down without a bit of a fight, so you’re willing to resist a bit further. Twirling your head around to take a glimpse at him, you refuted saying, “Fuck you, Gun…” So this is how it’s going to be, he thought to himself as Gun cracked a deprecating heckle. Contradicting you back, he attested, “Oh yes, you will. I could’ve already taken you by now, if you weren’t so prideful, my dear…” Those words… “my dear”, was nothing more than a mockery and you knew that. They were supposed to be sweet, but it lacks warmth and sympathy, resulting in you to clench your teeth in opposition. 

Pursuing his seduction on you, Gun continued to tease you. The sighs that you were venting were only igniting his commitment to tease you to your limits. Causing friction onto your entrance, his cockhead continued to razz you up, as he said, “Admit it, (Y/N). You need me, don’t you? I’m your commodity, yes? Say it… Say it, and I’ll generously give it to you~” Salivating from the titillation of his erection rubbing onto your wet folds, your whimpers began to grow louder by the minute. The grip that you had on the cold metal bar tightened, displaying signs of resistance that you could barely hang onto. In a slow, tempting voice, Gun whispered into your ear once more saying, “You can’t say? Oh, but you love me, don’t you? You love me soooooo much, that you can’t get me out of your head, right? I want to hear those words again… Those words from last night… Say it to me… To Yuzuru, one more time…” Yuzuru? He wants me to use that name? But why…? Adhering to his request, your mouth started with this familiar name. “Yuzuru…” Luring you on with his sultry whispers, he said, “Yesss… Tell me~” You couldn’t answer him straight as you barely managed to spew a, “Yuzuru… I… Ah~ Love you…” through your lips. If only you could see Gun’s hysterical visage, with that crazed flash in his eyes and his manic grin depicted on his face. Ah yes, those words really set him off real good. Out of nowhere, you felt his hand snaked its way onto the very front of your entrance, where his hand started to fiddle with your clit. Rubbing it slowly, caused you to whimper according to his sex-hungry manipulation, arching your back while desperately hanging onto your sanity. The three words, “Look at me.”, had its mental hold on you. Your fighting spirit was starting to slip away from your mind, in which you turned your head back to meet with his eyes in need, obviously affected by his torturous foreplay. Examining your pleading eyes and your pouting lips, was enough for him to decrypt that you were almost at your breaking point. As a result, Gun chuckled snarkily due to your change in backbone. “Those eyes of yours, really do display desire. You wish that I’d say it back, right? Ah, but I don’t think you deserve it. No… not unless you plead. Go ahead. Beg for me. Beg for me to give you my all. Pray for me to love you… Say it…” 

As twisted as it may seem, Gun felt that it was a necessity for him to feel wanted and needed by you. He needed to feel the right amount gratification that’ll seal the deal. If you were to prove your loyalty and passion for him, then wouldn’t it be best if you give him the benefit of the doubt? To show him how much you wanted this, as much as he wanted it too? He wasn’t going to waste his time on someone who didn’t show him how much he’s important to them, and he wouldn’t want to have someone who would go through such effortless lengths to be with him, who’s already obsessed over that one person. However, if it’s you, then that’s a different story. He’d do anything to make you stay with him. Whether it be sex, he had already been enraptured by your tenacity, beauty, and soul. You were just his type. His person. His object. His home. And nothing is going to stop him from claiming you all for himself. Already at your weakest peak while your legs were trembling, you finally gave up your pride for him as you cried out in broken sobs due to the accumulated stimulation, “Ugh~ Yuzuru, please… I-I need you… I n-need you more than a-anything… l want you to g-give it to me… Your l-love… I want all of it! I w-want to know h-how m-much you care for me, how much you f-feel for m-me… Hngh~ I want y-you to l-love me~!!” The more you kept going, the more inaudible your jumble of words were sounding to him. Gun felt the sense of power seeping into him. Your words administered a driven will inside of him, culminating an urge of ambition that he’d never had before. His only goal now was to please you, to infatuate you with all of his devotion, to make you obsessed with him to the extent that you wouldn’t even bother looking for someone else. It’s that idea of enamoring you that kept his mind fixed at showing how much he truly cared about you, affirming it through his own words stating, “That’s right. You’re mine now. My woman, and only mine. No one else can have you. No one else will ever have you. Your rightful place is to be here with me, by my side. I don’t care if I have to destroy anyone who’ll get in the way of us being together. Nothing matters, as long as you’re with me at all times.” Sighing in between his brazen speech, he resumed his proclamation as he said, “In all honesty, this is the most foolish thing that I’ve ever announced to anyone in my life, so you better not make me repeat myself.” Finished with his rare address, he removed his hand from your clit, then returned to your hip. Edging his solid spike onto your entrance one last time, he then shoved his girthy cock inside of you as it slid into you with ease because of how wet your core was already. His throbbing cock slithered into you, forcing your elastic walls to fit his humongous size all the way up to its max capacity. During his insertion, both of your hands clenched hard around the support bar and your spine curved in a concaved manner, which led to you clamoring in pleasure.

Gun’s cog reached its full degree inside your cunt, moaning hoarsely into your ear from your compacted heat, feeling your burning warmth and your squishing saturation. Your pulsating vagina reacted to the stretching of his member penetrating you, gladly taking every inch of him. Every curvature, every proportion of his width, and every area of his being that he could offer you. Receptively, Gun freed his hand from your hip then reached around your figure so he can place his hand on top of one of yours, while you held onto what little support you had. He closed the remaining space you had between you two by getting closer to you. Leaning his own body onto yours closely, for his sturdy chest to be pressed against you and elevating his pelvis up to your ass to ensure that he fills your insides up to the very brim, spurred something from within you. Not just the pules of heavenly elation, but the images of unfamiliar events from your mind that are now… familiar? There’s the bar… There’s the room… And there’s- Mutely gasping to yourself at the recollection of steamy memories that you had with Gun. Your face scorched in crimson, as you started to recall the events that took place in the bedroom. What is this? When was this? Echoing inside your ears, were lines that you couldn’t believe that were spouted from your own mouth. “Please… let me sh-show you… h-how much… I t-truly care… about you…” God, I said that? Now way… “Y-you’re… even more… handsome… with y-your hair… down l-like… this…” UGH, WHY DID I SAY SUCH A THING? “Ahn~! Gun… I… I want… t-to be… wor- Ah~ thy… of- Mmmm~ being called… y-your… Hah~ woman…” DEAR GOD, SINCE WHEN- “I… like… you… Jong Gun… Park~!” WHAT THE FUCK?! “Hngh, Yuzuru~!!! I-I… like… you… so m-much…!! Y-your strength… your independence… your h-handsome face… your maturity… y-your s-sense of f-fashion… EVERYTHING…! Even those… r-rare- Ah~! Rare moments with y-you… I l-love it…! I love e-everything… about you…” STOOOOP!!! At that very instance, you felt the steam rising from your head from the extreme lines that you remembered from last night. “I… I l-love when you would… be sweet… s-sometimes… and I… h-hated when you leave m-me… alone… i-in that… empty house… a-and you’re so… u-unfair… h-how dare… y-you… let that w-woman… c-cling onto you like th-that…” GOD, KILL ME NOW!!! “Please… s-stick it… INSIDE ME… I want your c-cock… already… Yuzuru~” W-why did I say that??? I MUST’VE GONE BONKERS, OR SOMETHING. There was a specific memory that made your heat quiver when you thought of it. You remembered Gun’s voice asking you, "Tell me… how much do you love my cock? Does it feel good?" The answer that you gave which was, "Y-yes… it feels good… s-so good~! I love it so- AGH~ SO MUUUCH~!!!" resulted in you screaming in disgrace over your shameless self. AHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD, HOW COULD THAT BE ME? HAVE YOU NO SHAME, (Y/N)?! “Gun… I love you…” (Y/N), YOU IDIOT!!! WHY DID MY DRUNKARD SELF HAVE TO SPILL SUCH A THING???

Every embarrassing line struck your heart like a bunch of daggers, causing your face to burn even redder than before and your insides to coil tighter and tighter every time around his shaft. Remembering each round of sex you had with Gun last night must’ve impacted your arousal level, charging your body to blaze in shamefulness and in sexuality. Gun felt his tool being crammed in by your vaginal walls, attaining audible grunts from how exponentially tighter your grew around him. From over your shoulder, he bowed his own head onto your right trapezius, pressing his lips tenderly on your skin to leave a few kisses all the way down to your shoulder blade. Inquisitively, he asked directly while compressing his hand onto yours even more, “What happened? You didn’t earn any of my praises yet. Are you that excited to be taken by me?” You turned your head to your side to capture his eyes so they can focus onto yours. You were hesitant to tell him the good news about how you’ve regained your memories from last night, since you already know where his mind could lead to if he found out. Ugh, I’ll regret this later… Jittering, you confessed, “I… R-remember now…” Like a trigger of some sort, Gun’s mouth immediately arced into a vile grin, understanding the situation right away. Already, he was planning on teasing you mercilessly to the point of humiliation, like he usually does. Sniggering for only a second, he commented very plastic style of appreciation saying, “Ah, so you remember now, do you? Good. I had a feeling that that this would work. It takes the taste of my cock inside of you to remember such a special incident. So, tell me, (Y/N)… Can you help me recall what you said last night? I can’t remember quite well, about what you told me. It’s your fault for forgetting it earlier, so I must’ve forgotten it as well.” The flustered expression on your face remained priceless to him, loving the reaction of your embarrassment. You could see the irritating smirk that he’s giving you, rousing your face to contort in vexation. I knew it. This bastard is just going to play dumb and treat me like a fool. What is he, a child? “What do you mean you ‘must’ve forgotten’? Do you think I’m dumb? You clearly remembered not too long ago, so recall it yourself, you moro-“ Without any notice, Gun suddenly withdrew his knob from you then rammed it back into you from behind, influencing you to proclaim a loud groan. Gun hummed at the sounds of your blissful reaction to his impulsive prodding, provoking you with a, “I apologize. I didn’t quite catch that. You were…” He abruptly thrusted powerfully into you one more time with a spunky grunt, retrieving another contented yelp from you before resuming whatever he was mouthing with, “…saying?” 

Baring your teeth in outrage, you snapped at him profusely, yet snidely at the same time. “Hey, you prick! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! I know damn well that you’re just trying to ignore my refusals since you want me to say those words again! But let’s face it, BUDDY. I’m not going to say it. You know why? Because you’re a self-proclaimed dickhead, that’s what! Jong Gun Park, the desperate jerk, who wants me to baby him like he’s some sort of chi-�� Gun didn’t allow you to finish that last sentence of yours. His hips began to rut into you like a hammer banging on a nail. Whimpers fell out of your mouth clumsily, relentlessly going at it with his pelvic movements that increased roughly by the minute. The sounds of water splashing onto you and Gun along with the smacking sounds of his hips bashing against your wet ass were rebounding off of the shower walls. Heavy breathing from the both of you and feeble cries from your mouth due to his ill-bred banging became the most vehement tones that the both of you had ever heard in your lives. Gun’s husky groans in your ear were tantalizing enough for you to shut up and submit yourself to him, letting go and allowing himself to give you everything that’ll please you in exchange for some rewarding verbal words from you. Through your murmurs of elation, Gun questioned, “What did I tell you before? Call me ‘Yuzuru’, you idiot. Also, coming from your inability to say anything back, I could tell that you’re enjoying yourself. It feels good, doesn’t it? The feeling of the heated water running down your sexy body… The sensation of my dick in you, making your body all warm and snug inside… If you say those words again, then I’ll give this to you everyday. If you continue to live with me, then you won’t have to worry about anything. And if you decide to be there, then… you won’t have to leave me ever again. I’ll keep you all to myself. I’ll even lock you up in that house, for you to never leave my side ever again. I’ll cage you, confine you… Hell, even quarantine you there, so just swear your loyalty to me and remain by my side forever…” Listening to his rashness had influenced you to think this through. Has this bastard gone psycho? Mentally ill? Urgh, what is he saying? He doesn’t need to do all of that for me to stay with him. Your face revolved around your shoulder to look him dead in the eyes. Scoffing, you responded candidly. “I’m the ‘idiot’? Hah, please… You’re- Ahhh~ the idiot here. Don’t you remember? I said, ‘I love you’! Isn’t that- Mmph~ already proof that I only- Agh~! …want to be with you?“ He inhaled sharply through his teeth before he decided to quicken his pace, accelerating in speed while fucking you out till your body is bending forward onto the steel bar in front of you. You were barely hanging onto it, as one of his arms shifted to clutch around your waist from behind while his other hand gave your hand a squeeze on the bar. Your legs were now shuddering violently, as you felt a powerful wave of ecstasy swelling up in your core. Harsh tears began to materialize and blur your vision due to the overwhelming feeling of intoxication, feeling the need to warn him. “G-Gun, I-I’m… going to cum~!” Instantaneously, Gun lets go of your hand and your waist, pulling himself out of you with ease. In pure confusion, you were left frustrated, wondering why he decided not to finish you off. Feeling your high die down because of him, you turned around to face him in resentment. “Gun, what the fuck?! Why didn’t you-“ 

“You never listen, do you?” Gun’s lips suddenly came crashing down onto yours, kissing you violently with his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, swiveling and sucking on yours with hunger. You could barely keep up with his aggression, melting into the kiss with moans being derived from your mouth and groans emanating from his own. When it was distinctly clear that you were lost in his superiority, his lips departed from yours, with a silver line of saliva connecting both of you until it was severed into nothingness. “Okay, what has gotten into you all of a sudden?! You wanted this, but then you wanted that? Make up your damn mind Gun, and pick a-“ He cut you off in an exasperated sigh, by saying, “I already told you to call me ‘Yuzuru’. Do you ever listen, woman?” Bothered by his unnecessary rudeness, your eyes narrowed in gall as you bantered, “Really? THAT’S the reason why you’re acting like a jackass?! God, and I thought we would put our differences to the side and act all ‘lovey lovey’. Unbelievable…” You looked down at your feet as you covered your eyes with your hand, shaking your head in torment. Gun crossed his arms while looking down at you in disregard of your thoughts. “If you hadn’t been so forgetful, then we wouldn’t be bickering in the first place.” You glanced back at him in disdain, scoffing with your arms now crossed in disbelief. “You know… I hate you. I truly do.” Gun gave a playful smirk answering back smugly saying, “Mhm, keep lying to yourself. Besides, I have my ways. I’ll make you say it no matter what.” You raised an eyebrow asking, “Didn’t I tell you already that I ‘love you’?” Gun shook his head chuckling, “Just because you claimed that you said something with your own mouth, doesn’t mean that you meant it in THAT particular moment. It doesn’t work that way.” Rolling your eyes and turning your head away from him, you clicked your tongue in criticism then shooed him off dismissively. “Tch, there’s no way you’ll get it out of me. Leave and just give up already.” Gun snickered back professing, “I love a challenge…” Gun crept closer to you, until his shadowy silhouette loomed over you. The shade shrouding your face caused you to turn your head back to him, but you didn’t expect his face to be so close to yours in an instant. “Do you really believe that I won’t make you say it?” You stared at him, slowly nodding in trepidation. “Is that so…?” From under your head, you felt him grab onto your chin, tilting your head up to face him straightforwardly. A gleam of cruelty from his souless eyes and his dimmed pupils stared back at you, making your knees weak and your heart rate to skyrocket. With a nervous gulp from you, Gun’s smirk turned to a wide diabolic grin before saying, “You better hang on for dear life, (Y/N). Because now, you’re at my mercy. And I won’t stop until I hear you utter those words, from that pretty little mouth of yours…” Trembling in fear underneath such a barbaric man, the last words that popped up in your head before being devoured by his very being was, I’m so fucked…

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How long has it been since you and Gun have been in the shower? Thirty minutes? Forty-five minutes? An hour? No. It has been two hours, to be exact. The two of you forgot about the real-world around you, only divulging in each other’s presence. The shower was still on, drenching both of your bodies underneath its steaminess, while both of your bodies collided fervently. Kissing each other, licking each other, fondling each other, and tiring each other out until one of you calls it quits. Currently, Gun had you right where he wanted you. Mercilessly, his cock kept beating into your pussy without rest, which made you gasp and moan in felicity to no end. With his buff arms wrapped underneath your thighs, he pinned his hands onto the shower wall and held you up, fucking you against the wall as your legs held onto his arms strenuously. As your feet pointed up towards the ceiling, your arms embraced his rippled body, helplessly hanging onto him in despair. This man had been screwing you over and over again for over an hour, to the level of unhinged insanity. His phallus was undulated at the right spot, hitting your g-spot with a curve that makes your toes curl up in the air. Watching your head hanging backwards onto the wall and your eyes rolling back into your retracted eyelids, Gun smirked at the sight of your devastation and ruin. Pleased with himself at how raw he had been fucking you dumb, he goaded, “Oh my, would you look at that? Have you fallen into insanity? My lovely woman~ Fucked brainless until all I could hear are the sweet sounds of your mewling and purring, like a kitten. How cute. Remember what I told you? I said I’ll stop until I hear those words come out of your mouth. So, let’s try this again… Go ahead and tell me, (Y/N). What is it, that you’d like to say to me…?” With your mouth hung wide open, you uttered a shaky, “I…” Gun’s wicked smile expanded whilst wrecking your poor hole savagely, readily prying you with a, “Yes…?” It is at this moment, when your next words shall determine the outcome of your well-being. You could feel your bruised cunt pulsing and the knot inside of you enlarging, causing you to squirm in his grasp while you’re suspended against the wall. Gun could feel the tension building up inside of you, reverberating around his wood. He sensed himself bordering in on his sexual climax, the more that he kept thrashing his hips and his sex into you. Almost as if you were crying out in prayer, you finally marked your forced declaration of love for him, screaming, “YUZURU, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!! YOUR LOVE IS ALL THAT I EVER NEED!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU DUMB FUCK!!!” In an almighty thrust, he plummeted his cock deep into your vulva and shot all of his jizz into you, filling you with his thick seminal fluid. An overflowing trail of his discharge gushed out in between your legs, in which Gun’s head tilted downwards to watch thick droplets of his seed drip out of your womanhood then onto the tiled floor for it to be washed away towards the drainer. Panting laboriously from pumping your brains out to the maximum high, he proudly brought his lips onto your forehead, rewarding you with a tender kiss because of his fulfilled request. With his lips still pressed onto your forehead, he murmured considerately, “That wasn’t so hard, now was it? Well, I’ll overlook that last bit and pretend you didn’t say such a thing. All in all, you’ve been so good to me, (Y/N). I knew that you’d be the only woman meant for me. I assure you, no one will ever take your place. From this day onwards, you’re mine. I’m the only one who you’ll have eyes for, and I’m the only one who you should admire, think of, and praise. No other man or woman should be in the back of your mind. You better remember that, or else…” Still feeling jittery from how hard he destroyed you, you answered him in a spiritless voice. “Y-yes… Yuzuru…” Gun extracted his lips from your forehead then smiled down at you in affection. “That’s my good girl. Now stand up.” 

His arms unshackled you, slowly dropping your feet onto the floor. Nevertheless when he let go of you to stand on your two feet again, your legs wobbled, feeling the pins and needles in your legs. “Ah-!” You gasped at how your legs couldn’t support your body, falling forward onto him with your body pressed against him again. Thankfully, Gun reacted quickly by catching you in his arms, wrapping around your waist steadily. Your hands compressed onto him, along with your face smushed carelessly against his chest. Drained from the abundant amount of instances that you two had intercourse, you were trying to pull yourself up from him but you still weren’t aware that he was restricting you from getting up properly. “Back in my arms so soon, (Y/N)? I didn’t think that you’d miss me THIS much.” You gazed up at his fiendish countenance then tried pushing him off of you in exasperation. “L-let go of me!” Gun’s arms twisted around your waist more snugly than before, bringing you closer to him, all in the purpose of riling you up again. He loved teasing you until you explode in rage, like a hissing feline. “Alright, if you say so.” Once you felt his arms release you, you were relieved for a second, but your freedom from him didn’t last long. Gun gave you a false sense of security, watching the expression on your face lose tension until his hands found your hips again then spun you around, piquing your eyes to increment in size due to his indiscretion. Struggling to prevent yourself from falling, your hands immediately went for the grab bar again, grasping it into your hands soundly. Looking around yourself to see where he’s at to give him a piece of your mind, you yelled out to him saying, “You bastard! What the hell was that for?!” Gun took you by surprise when he grabbed onto your inner thigh from beneath your left leg, then raised it up. You almost lost your balance when he did that, so you clung onto the steel bar like your life depended on it. When you redirected your attention back onto him, you blushed due to awkward position that he put you in. With your left leg hovering straight in the air and your right leg supporting your weight just by standing, you were even exposing your private to him, granting him the opportunity to behold your dirty parts. “Gu- I mean, Yuzuru, what are you doing?” Gun took his time to view your body before he said, “Hold your own leg up for me.” Hazily, you followed him by holding your left leg by your thigh without questioning him. This is so embarrassing. Why does he always have to put me in such uncomfortable positions like this? Your eyes stayed observant over him, eyeing him closely. As Gun lowered himself in front of your slick, he stroked his long loose strands of hair back to unveil his eyes even further. In spite of glancing at your bloodshot cheeks scorching your face, he grinned at you naughtily with his hand still holding his shiny black hair back, that had been sopping wet for quite some time now. At that angle, Gun gaped at your nudity in awe as he marveled under his breath. “What a beautiful sight to see. I should’ve known that this was the best angle to view all of your proportions. You’re a very stunning woman to behold…” Drawing his mouth closer to your heat while gripping your inner thigh in his hand, you objected saying, “What are you on about?! I-it’s… Embarrassing…” Gun surveyed your sheepish state from up above, entrapping your gaze onto his. Charmed by his enticing eye contact, you stared at him back as you awaited his reply, until he chaffed friskily, “What is there to be embarrassed about? I’ve already seen you undressed so many times by now, that I even fantasize about you…” Surprised by his confession, you asked in bewilderment, “Y-you, what?!” Gun smirked at your reaction, amused by every ounce of your bashfulness before replying openly, “Why are you so surprised? It’s not like you’ve never done it, or even thought about us having sex before…” 

After admitting his infatuation towards you, you watched as he licked your moist slit, gaining an erotic huff out of you. Retaliating to his licks on your crevice, you protested, “Shut up, I have not! Since when, you perv?!” Gun parted from your fissure saying, “Since the very beginning. Believe it if you may, but whatever I’m telling you is all factual. Plus, what did I tell you about being honest? Well whatever, it’s not like that’s going to matter anyways. Don’t stress too much over the lies that you’re spouting to yourself. Once I win that little challenge of yours, I’ll have you confessing to me about every little thing that lies in that tiny head of yours. Every deep and dark desire that you possess inside of your mind, will soon be found out by me…” You were puzzled at what he was talking about until you remembered the bet that you made with Gun that day… The day when you went missing. Jeering, you said satirically, “Oh, really? Well it’s not a bad thing to be all confident like you are now, Yu-Zu-Ru~ Because when I WIN, THEN I GET TO EAT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING WHENEVER I WANT TO. Yeah, that’s right… FUCK. YOUR. RULES. You can go ahead and kiss my ass when I clean that bowl faster than your fucking dishwasher.” Laughing comically in front of his face, Gun sneered at your fearlessness as he responded with scornful warning, “I wouldn’t be laughing yet if I were you, (Y/N). Your courage is commendable, but your arrogance is laughable. Remember, our deal lasts for a whole week. Can you handle it?” His low blow jabbed right through your very soul, which caused you to flinch in hesitation. “What do you take me for, an idiot? If it’s a week, two weeks, or even A MONTH, I’ll for sure win that bet. Even if I accomplish it with my eyes closed.” Gun simpered coyly before replying, “We’ll see about that. I'm looking forward to having you as my personal slave. Ah yes, an OBEDIENT PET…”

Gun bowed his head onto your pussy lips to continue where he left off, leaving you to curse under your breath. Every flick of his tongue drove your mind into blanks, tormenting you with his heavenly licks. Heaving breathlessly, you whimpered at the fashion of how he was driving you mad with pleasure. He didn’t say anything when his tongue decided to inject itself through your layers. Exploring your deep cleft, he dictated that he’ll have a bit of fun with your core first before he whips his dick out for the finishing blow. As he monitors your responses to his tongue curving in every spot that made you lament the loudest, he would tease those spots to the brink of you exclaiming, “Ahhh, Yuzuru~!” and “Yuzuru- mmmm~!” When he felt your private starting to coil around his tongue, he took out his tongue from within you so he can stand up on his feet again. You peered at him cautiously, as he stuck his member inside of you with a single jolt of prominence. Gun didn’t waver at all, gouging your dense hole violently. With his cock being compressed by your overall tightness, he continued to thrust into you, all for the sake of engraving the shape and outline of his phallus within you. As he held onto your left leg firmly with both of his hands, he bucked his hips constantly into your womanhood, as his balls smacked your entrance every time his shaft budged into you with force. Marking you as if your body was meant to be engraved into the outline of his meat, Gun angled his face closer to your neck to stamp you with his mark. First kissing, then licking, and finally sucking, he planted a hickey onto your collarbone as a symbol of his ownership over you. Moaning at the sensation of pain and pleasure colliding with your senses, he never failed to give you his attention in the most direst of spots on your body. After carving a love-mark on your body, his lips traveled south, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses down your cleavage. To you, it was still impressive how he could multi-task, pleasuring a single spot while getting busy with the other. Over the course of turning you into a mewling mess, Gun’s mouth did many wonders to your body at such a limited amount of time. Twirling his tongue around your bud and sucking on it in cupidity, you bit your lip avidly due to the spike of how sensitive you've become. The way your body was reacting to him was amazing, crying for him as you tried to withstand his inhumane force onto you. Gun was untamed and unstoppable, ravaging you and molesting you with everything he’s got. From your caricature, he could visibly see the tears welling up in your eyes, which made him go even more feral than usual. In quick speed, he propped your left leg over his shoulder while he resumed to fuck you sideways. The hold that you had on the shower bar almost slipped, which resulted in your grip to strain, holding onto it for as long as it takes so he could finish inside of you once more. 

To satisfy the beast, as one might proclaim, can easily drain your energy. Not just his. You weren’t aware of the thoughts that were spiraling over his head at that moment. You didn’t know that the reason for his burst of energy and the reason for the flame inside of him to ignite even higher than before, was because of those simple words. Those words that spread the fire inside of him, like gasoline would when it comes in contact with a burning matchstick. That single declaration, that broadcasted your, “YUZURU, I LOVE YOU!”, was all it took for this man to go haywire. To lose his composure… To lose his stoical coldness… And to lose his one and only characteristic that defined him for who he is up until this point… His self-pride. It was you that took that all away from him. That snatched it all up with your kindness, your warmth, and your free spirit. But for some strange reason, he didn’t mind it at all. He was addicted to your kindness, your warmth, and that burning ferocity of yours, that he’d be willing to hold onto them for as long as he lived. Clearly, he is aware of what he must do at this moment. To sign his own ties with you in words. Meaningful words that expressed how he actually felt for you symbolically. Can he really do it though? He hasn’t done this before, and yet, this was the first time he’s ever been hesitant to tell someone about how he felt romantically. Well obviously, he’s never experienced ANYTHING romantic or anything else related to that field of soft mushiness. However, that doesn’t matter. It’s about damn time that he gets to reveal his honest thoughts to you, and he’s willing to do it right about now…

As he took a deep breath, he called out to you directly saying, “(Y/N), I have something to inform you, so listen closely…” His movements began to slow down, until they have stopped completely. You blinked in curiosity, studying his eyes that were shrouded with a new type of emotion that you’ve never seen from him before. Worried for Gun, you reached a hand out to his face and gently held onto the side of his profile. You then asked with your tone filled with concern, “Is there something wrong?” He sighed before removing one of his hands from your thigh to hold onto your hand in return. “There isn’t anything wrong…” You tilted your head in puzzlement before pressing him onwards asking, “What do you mean by that?” Gun stared at you with a long fixated gaze until he broke the silence saying, “(Y/N)… I love you.” You stared at him back with a poker-face as the words completely slipped into one ear, then came out of the other ear. Laughing tensely, you asked him hesitantly, “Umm… can you… repeat that… one more time…?” Gun stared at you back mutely until he gritted his teeth in annoyance as he spat back at you. “What more could you possibly want from me, woman? Didn’t you catch that the first time?! I told you to, LISTEN. CLOSELY. DIDN’T I?!” You squeaked in fear for only a small moment, yet you bounced back with the same amount of fight in you. “Oh yeah? Says the one who ‘must’ve forgotten’ whatever I said last night! And why is it so hard for you to repeat a line?! I SAID IT MORE THAN ONCE TO YOU, DUMBASS! AND YOU EVEN FORCED ME TO SAY IT TOO!! HOW UNFAIR IS THAT?!” Groaning in frustration, Gun facepalmed himself miserably while shaking his head before he gathered the courage to say such unfitting words again. “Alright, fine… I love you, (Y/N). There, is that better?” You shrugged while answering back teasingly, “I don’t know… doesn’t sound like you ‘meant it in THAT particular moment’ to me…” Gun couldn’t take it any longer with his pride being stepped on multiple times in one day. As if baring his fangs towards you, he was about to repeat his profession of love even more aggressively this time but was halted when you suddenly said with a huge compassionate grin, “I’m just kidding. I love you too, Yuzuru.” After declaring your love for him once more, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Gun’s eyes widened in bafflement, completely caught off guard with your returned profession for him. In his head, he pondered to himself thinking how it’ll take a while for him to get used to this. Even though he said it, he didn’t really know what it meant to “love” someone. What even is, “love”? It’s a bizarre concept that’s difficult for Gun to even register. How can he tell if someone is actually being honest about it? Does he have to beat it out of someone to know the truth? But he doesn’t want to hurt you, so how can he tell? How can he figure out when your words are truly genuine or not? How can he be certain that you’ll remain by his side? This was definitely unlike those times when he had to dispose of disloyal members from his clan. Whether it be a finger, an arm, or their head, Gun didn’t hesitate to punish, torture, and dispatch of them. On the contrary, this was a special circumstance. It aggravated him since, for the first time, he didn’t know what to do with himself in a situation like this. It was a constant clash of troubled judgement that he’d never experienced before. What should he even do, and how should he even act with you now? Will this issue be his downfall? Only the future could tell…

Intervening with Gun’s immersed contemplation, you snapped him out of his afflicted thoughts by saying, “So, um… when are you going to put my leg down? It’s starting to sprain.” Blinking a few times out of his foggy reverie, he was now caught staring at your face, that seemed to be waiting patiently for his response. He forgot that he had your leg plopped over his shoulder, in which he smirked, replying back with, “What do you mean, ‘when’? I’m not done with you yet.” Automatically, you felt his phallus grinding onto your dampened creases. The hood of his erected structure moved upwards, past your urethral opening then onto where your clitoris was located at. Hooking you in like a spellbound enchantment, he enamored you to moan for him again and again, exciting you by stimulating that spot even more. “Hah, Yuzuru~” The way your voice shifts into a softer tone than usual, emanating into a low voice that could barely be heard by only his ears within his vicinity never fails to stir his eros. Continuously rising, the volume of your voice turned into immoral wails calling out to him in need. “Agh~ Y-Yuzuru, please~! I c-can’t hold out m-much longer…” Gun fancied your sensual agony, like so. Heeding in on the nasty sounds coming from your glossy heat, he sneered at the view of your vagina reverberating in need from below his vision. “What happened to the ‘love dovey’ act that you mentioned? I thought you wanted do that with me. You’re even enunciating such filthy noises to me too… Is this it? Is this what you were referring to?” Yearning for his girth to infiltrate through your labium minora while simultaneously disagreeing with your body, you shook your head in denial. “N-no~!! This i-isn’t it! H-How can I- Hnnn~ d-do so if… you’re t-teasing m-me like th-this…?” Snickering at your stutters, he additionally noted on your sniveling as he murmured, “Even when you’re in denial, you’re still enjoying this. Consider being entirely honest for once, (Y/N). I know how you want to feel good as much I do. Your eyes and the way your body is reacting cannot fool me. More importantly, your mind can’t fool yourself. Allow me to further indulge you into my own world, and learn how to let go…” In that distinct juncture, he realized how there was never a dull moment with you. Your pleasured babbles would always animate Gun with such mania, that it always tips him off of his usual cool and unperturbed self. 

Pulling himself into you, as if drawn to your titillating sobs and that lewd face that you were presenting to him, Gun’s face crept up to the side of your ear, swathing the fallen locks of hair behind your ear only for a brief moment before returning one of his hands to grasp onto your leg. His hot breath tickled your ear, instigating a strong shiver down your entire body. Wincing at the feeling of your leg on his shoulder falling deeper into immobility, Gun whispered into your ear compellingly, “Don’t hide yourself from me. You know how much I love your voice when it calls out to me~” Taken aback from his next move, you felt his tongue graze your ear lobe longingly, taking his time to make you shudder. Whimpering at his touch, you probed, “You… t-told me to- Ahn~ …‘l-let go’, b-but… h-how c-can I- Mmmm~ …k-keep up with y-you… l-like this…?” Next came the next phase, as he became determined to explore more of his options to sate you. Still managing your gluttony under his authority, he advised, “You don’t have to keep up with me this time. Just let me take care of everything for you. I’ll make your body feel like it’s- No… It’s more than that…”  Feeling for his own base temporarily, his prong retired from your clit then repositioned itself right onto your opening. “I’ll SURELY send your body to heavenly paradise. The sensation that I’ll be giving you… The bliss that you’ll be granted access to… It’s for you. It’s all for you. I’ll do it all, just for you to feel my own soul to the very core.” W-what does he… mean by that? At that final notice, Gun forced his own sex into you. Back to the contact of his sexual organ submerged into your gripping heat, it glided right in without any troubles whatsoever, winning a grunt from him and a wail of gratification from you. His dive articulated sloppy sounds, due to the extensive secretion that surged within your snaggy vaginal walls from his catalyzing touches. Your body trembled at the sensation of his length fitting into you just right, occupying the capacity that you had to offer him. A complacent smile molded upon his lips, never ceasing to feel pleased every time he barges through your hot solitude. That tantalizing voice of his announced itself to you, calling you to fixate all of your senses on him by saying, “(Y/N), focus on me. Listen closely to my voice right now, and let it enshroud your very being. I’ll admit, I’m not precisely familiar with wording my thoughts and projecting them. However, I want you to unfold yourself to me. Entrust yourself only to me, and I’ll show you what you really mean to me through my own efforts.” Once his face retreated from the side of your ear, you looked into his eyes with commitment then nodded, confiding your livelihood to him at that very moment. 

If actions told a million words, then Gun’s definitely told a billion. As he began to plunge himself into you at a slower pace than what he’s normally used to, your hand relocated from your leg to the tattoos on his forearm. Grabbing onto him as if he’s your supportive cornerstone, he glanced at your hand on his arm, which incurred an exuberant grin out of him. The way his eyes met with yours made your heart skip a beat when he said in response, “Oh? Are you yearning for my touch as well? No wonder, I could feel your desire from over here. So needy~” When you saw his face drawing closer to yours, you wanted to do the same in return. Craving for more of his affection, you inched closer to his face until you seized his lips with a heartfelt kiss. As his lips gently pressed against yours, everything around you felt harmonious. The warmth of the water raining down on both of you, including the warmth from his body radiating onto yours, felt so perfect. This “rain” that was trickling down onto you and Gun, became the only rain that Gun favored, sensible to the fact that the motif of rain usually symbolizes melancholy wherever he goes. Right now, Gun was resonating in his own tranquil place. His own “happy place”. Hearing your crying, begging, and moaning like that was his addiction. His guilty pleasure though, would be having to fall for someone as perfect as you. To interact with you on a daily basis was one thing, but having to touch you and hold you in his arms was another. Just thinking about that incited Gun to believe how lucky he was to even meet you in the first place. Oh, how lucky he was to have found you in that alleyway that day…

For a lengthy period of time, you and Gun shared an extensive exchange of reverence. Your mouths twisted and crashed onto each other along with your tongues, never letting go. Your free hand was now resting on the back of Gun’s neck, since he grabbed onto your hand then placed it on that specific spot, enabling you to touch him however you see fit. Your hand climbed his nape as each finger swept upon his skin breezily, traversing through his wet bedraggled hair selfishly like a madwoman who had lost all self-control. Gun was a fond of the way you became defenselessly corrupted by him, seducing you into a never-ending jostle of lustful greed. In spite of having fallen into sin, there was now a stronger connection between the two of you, which was constructed by the overwhelming emotions of amour. Groaning into your mouth with one last breath of sentiment, Gun pried his lips away from yours to speak, as your intermingled saliva from both of you dissipated with one last needy moan from you in response. Gripping onto your leg sturdier than ever while stopping his sensually slow thrusts into you, he uttered, “Look into my eyes, and don’t resist me anymore. From now on, this is how I’ll be displaying my signs of- … ‘love’… to you. Tch, it’s a foolish word to even say in the first place. I don’t even know where to begin or how to wrap my head around such a cursed thing…” Spontaneously, you removed your hand from the back of his neck to hold onto the side of his face in a soft manner once more. He sensed your hand coming from his peripheral vision and permitted you to touch his face without having to stop you, adoring your gentleness silently as you peered up at him. Utilizing your forgiving eyes, you replied by saying, “If you can’t understand it, then let's go about this, one step at a time. To be honest, I’ve never experienced it with someone either. You are actually, my first… lover…” Your cheeks flushed shyly for a moment, which made Gun somewhat relieved that he could still keep his title of being your “First” in everything. Clearing your throat, you continued. “Ahem, anyways… I don’t know if you recall, but remember when I proposed the idea of experiencing romance with me?” He stared at you blankly before giving an affirmative nod. Proceeding with your point, you counseled, “This will be a learning experience for you and me, both. So… are you still willing to give it a try with me…?” It took Gun a minute to think about your proposal, until he finally answered back with a monotone, “So be it.” 

You were about to rejoice, but you didn’t expect him to suddenly resume his dirty movements. Yelping at the jolt of his member inside of you, he picked up the pace which influenced you to shift your hand from his face to his brawny shoulder. “Let go.” Your eyes widened in surprise as you asked him in a breathless, “W-what…?”, wondering if he had gone insane. Gun rolled his eyes slightly before heaving out, “I meant the bar, dummy.” Carefully setting down your leg that was previously pinned on his shoulder, he simultaneously grabbed onto your hand that was still gripping the shower bar then stationed it on his other bare shoulder. He cautioned, “Hold onto my shoulders, if you don’t want to fall.” Compelled by his assertiveness, you nodded, clutching onto his shoulders fixedly. Right when he felt you clasping your hands steadily onto his shoulders, he then grabbed a hold of both of your legs from under your thighs to lift you off of the ground, without giving you time for your leg to recover from paresthesia. Shrieking in surprise of his carrying and the numbing tingles of your leg getting to you, you immediately transferred your own arms around his neck while wincing from the uncomfortable feeling of your leg. Gun took a glimpse at your discomforting expression, as he reassured you soothingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this as quick as possible. Now, endure it to the best of your abilities.” Gliding his hands down onto the back of your knees methodically to reposition your entrance to where his prick was situated at, he resumed plowing his hardness into you but in this case, there was no room for “slow and steady”. While holding you up in the air, he rammed his erection into you, accelerating his speed as every minute passed by. Oppressively, Gun kept pounding into you, obtaining phonic discords of rhapsody that emerged from your mouth. Watching your face warp into ecstatic ruin, Gun consoled in your distress by cooing, “Yes, good. Just like that~ Give yourself into me, and let me take care of you. I’ll touch you and hold you as many times as you want me to. I’ll even give you anything and everything that you could ever have. You’re the only person who I want to spoil, and you’re the only woman who I’ll ever need. I don’t mean that solely because of how I laid my eyes on you as my next masterpiece. I mean it as my…” Gun paused for a few seconds, assessing his own words carefully. Thereafter, his eyes narrowed determinedly into yours as his cheeks were eventually painted in a slight hue of red before finally saying, “…my lover.” Displaying awkwardness from whatever he just told you, Gun’s own deliberation tugged something within his chest, which made him turn his head to the side and his eyes to wander in frustration at how silly he felt by saying words that were “out-of-place” for him. Although, it did lead him to feel some type of way which was, opening himself up to a new view of honesty. Only by a little bit. On the other hand, his profession pulled at your heartstrings, which triggered your heart to pump rapidly. You still couldn’t believe how soft he had gotten, especially with those words that he just spilled to you. You, of all people, got the rare opportunity to hear such words come out of Jong Gun Park, himself! Actually, no. Not “Gun”. His name, at this very moment, is- 

“Yu… zuru… y-you don’t… have to… g-give me… everything… f-for m-me to… love you…” Extending your hand out to feel the side of his chiseled facial features, you tilted his head back towards you by holding him on the side of his sharp jawline. Enforcing him to look straight into your eyes, you gave him a tender smile then announced, “I-I’m a-already grateful… th-that y-you… th-think of me… as y-your… lover too… You d-don’t need to… give m-me… a-anymore g-gifts, b-because… y-your love already… m-makes me… h-happy inside…” Reacting to your gratification, Gun suddenly felt another yanking feeling coming from his chest, jerking inside of him like a small ball bouncing off of his ribcage. What is this heftiness? This, unusual sensation of wholeness that’s impacting him so greatly… Your smile, and your dialogue made him feel contentment, as if he needn’t bother with anything else. If Gun had to describe what he was feeling right now, then he would’ve addressed how your unity with him made him feel a sense of completeness. It was strange to experience such a tranquil emotion. But, feeling this way might not be so bad, he pondered. Besides his heart reacting to you, his rig rebounded as you felt it solidify in your, already stretched-out defenses. When he expanded in size, your spine bent backwards, feeling him inflate your guts more than it possibly can originally. Gun’s hold on your legs grew harsher, as he began to fuck you like his life depended on it. Crashing his stiff root into your core sporadically, you howled in hyper-stimulated blusters, which led you to beg him to, “W-wait, Yuzuru- AHHHH~! S-slow down!! Y-you’re… t-too… rough~!!!” He grunted in between your weeping then snarled, “Don’t you fucking quit on me, (Y/N). You’ve taken me so many times already, and now you can’t handle me fucking you? This is because of your doing, by the way. Be responsible for once, and take my dick like the good girl that you should be!” Each powerful gouge into your depths channeled every fierce emotion out of him through his monstrosity of a private. Every slam, every pound, and every bash you’ve received from his manhood drained all feelings of divine euphoria from within you, as if returning his actions of intimacy with the responses that your body is unleashing to him. The more that he carved himself into you, the greater the high tide of your climax was advancing. Feeling your pair of legs trembling in his hands and your interior convulsing around his sex organ, Gun growled huskily at the sublime pleasure of his knob being wedged in by your heavenly innards, that he too felt that he was coming close to his own ejaculation. “Yuzuru…” When Gun’s attention was attracted to you in an instant when he heard the sound of his name being called by that beautiful voice of yours, he asked impatiently, “Yeah?” Your eyes glistened up at him then trailed down to his lips. Gun was curious to see where this would go, as he decided not to interrogate you and to observe you quietly instead. While you gradually closed the gap between you and him, your lips mashed onto his, taking in his glazed lips for a sweet kiss. Gun kissed you back with the same amount of craving as yours, presenting his appreciation for you in a long fiery kiss. Your lips separated from his smoothly, as you felt the urge to say, “I love you, Yuzuru.”, one last time. Gun’s expression softened at your meaningful words. His pupils enhanced to focus on your gorgeous face, in which he returned an, “I love you too, (Y/N).”, in a more poised manner. With a final plunge of his dick into your sunken pussy, his lovecream ejaculated into you for an additional time, stuffing you with his own milky seed. Quivering at how full your insides felt from the multiple creampies that he had been giving you, you heard him groan into you, loading you with every volume that he could offer. The both of you were left panting and gasping for air over your intimate exchange in lovemaking. 

Still trembling at how his huge load oozed out of you like a cream filled donut, Gun stared deep into your eyes still recollecting himself from the sexual workout he had done on you. Finally, he gave a charming grin saying in praise, “As expected, you did well as usual, (Y/N). I’m proud of you for being such a good girl. But this time, you’re not just ‘a good girl’. You’re MY good girl. So, congratulations. You’ve earned my praise and my 'love'.” He sneered at the way how he emphasized the word "love", which made you roll your eyes at him playfully. “Oh shut up, I already know you’re going to use that word ‘love’ against me now.” Gun chuckled, replying back with, “That won’t be the only thing that I’ll use.” Raising a slight eyebrow at him, he leaned his face closer to your neck then gave you a dampened kiss on your neck, causing you to sigh into his ear while taking in his masculine scent from his hair, which always makes you go crazy. When he heard you let out a pleased sigh, he smirked presumptuously then murmured as his lips pressed against your neck. “You’re now mine, after all. That means I get to do anything I want with you. I get to please you and touch you whenever. I know you wouldn’t mind if I were the one to do it to you~” While planting a few kisses down your neck, you scoffed while rolling your eyes. You knew his seductive tricks far too well, as you continued to resist him once again by replying to him sarcastically, “Oh I do mind QUITE a lot, actually. And to correct you, I think you meant that you want to toy with me whenever you want. Am I wrong? I currently have no idea. I could be delusional here…” Hearing him chuckle evilly at how well you knew his antics sent shivers down your spine. Departing from your attractive collarbone, his face lit up in pure amusement at your jesting, portraying that wicked grin on his handsome profile. “Don’t get too sassy on me, (Y/N). Did you forget that I have your body in my possession?” Your boldness eventually faded, in which edginess was replaced into your psyche. Oh shit, I forgot he’s still carrying me. 

Gradually trying to warm up to his good side, you meticulously negotiated pleadingly. “Soooo… Gun- I mean, Yuzuru… God, I’m still trying to get used to the new name change. Um, can we just forget about the little charade that we’ve gotten ourselves into, and just… call it truce? If you want, I’ll even help clean yourself up for you! Yeah, I don’t mind doing it! It’ll be like having your own little helper! Oh- and, I can help you wash your hair for you, your face, your bod-…” Your voice trailed off into muteness when you’ve realized what you were about to say. What am I even offering him?! It definitely sounds like one of those weird invites from those shady spas back in Kabukicho. Ugh, what the hell, (Y/N)…? Gun let out a small titter at your ridiculousness. You sensed him languidly lowering you down back onto the ground securely. Though, he did so carefully, aware of the condition of your legs that must be numbing. Whimpering at the excruciating tingling in your legs, by instinct, you instantly fastened your arms over Gun’s broad shoulders as your clinging arms then surrounded his neck. Due to how unbearable it felt, you grimaced in distress while turning your head downwards focusing on your flimsy legs struggling to keep themselves up. As it happened, you felt his hands brush alongside your sides, stopping on your hips and holding onto them thoroughly. His strong grip on your hips roused you to center your attention back onto his face. At the focal point of both of your concentration, you were absorbed in his bewitching gaze until he broke the tension with, “Hold onto the support on the wall first.” You blinked out of your trance then nodded, adhering to his directive. He guided you to the shower bar while you limped your way over to it until he saw you release him then grab onto it instead. His hands let go of you in exchange as he started to walk away from you. Worriedly, you raised your voice in agitatiion enunciating while wincing at the sense of numbing, “Hey! Where are you going?! Ack- Are you just going to leave me here???” Gun verbalized back aloud saying, “I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re so concerned about. I’m going to start the bath for us and grab some things first. So just be quiet, and stay there.” Reacting to his explanation, you released a “Hmph.”, watching him leave the shower. 

Dripping in all his godliness, you watched Gun turn on the faucet to the bathtub outside of the shower, letting the bathtub fill itself up. He then made his way to the lavish sink on the side of the room and grabbed a bunch of liquid body soap and a tall bottle of shampoo. Walking back towards the bathtub, he opened mini bottles of liquid body soap one by one, then emptied them into the tub for it to settle and swirl with the water. Disposing of the empty bottles afterwards, he had a bottle of shampoo in his hand, returning back towards you in the shower. Taking your hand in his and plopping the bottle into your hand, you asked, “How will this help with my legs?” Gun replied snappily with a, “Shut up and hold it for now.” Irritation filled your mind, denting the bottle with a tight clenching grip. Crabbily, you argued, “And why the hell should I- …”  Quieting down, you stared at him as he suddenly kneeled before you on one knee, then took a hold of your left leg in his hands. Your face looked at him in puzzlement mixed with a tad of exasperation. Blushing, you asked him in fluster, “What are you… doing…?” Gun’s hands started to knead your leg, massaging from the calves first, making his way up your leg. Responding to your cowering without having to turn his attention onto you, he replied simply by spouting, “What does it look like, I’m doing? I’m helping you alleviate the numbness that you’re feeling right now. Don’t you ever think? No wonder you’re always so clueless whenever we converse, the majority of the time.” Your fist on the bottle fastened even tighter than ever, as you hissed back at him. “The reason why I’m ‘clueless’ most of the time is because you never tell me straightforwardly of what plans you have in mind! How should I know what you’re thinking of, all the time? I’m not a psychic!” Gun scoffed, feeling up your leg to your joints as he kept massaging your tensed muscles. “Had the concept of ‘common sense’ slipped your mind? I’m guessing it must have, knowing how bird-brained you can be sometimes for not thinking. Also, has it ever occurred to you, (Y/N), that I do such things in return because I truly believe that you deserved to be rewarded?” You stared at him in offense as you scowled, “Oh, NOW we’re back to the animal theme! ‘Bird-brained’ huh? Haha, wow. I guess you could even add in the dog characteristic from before, too. After all, I ‘deserved to be rewarded’, right?” Gun immediately answered back with, “That’s not what I meant.” 

It took you by surprise that he had to withdraw his words like that, since you expected him to add onto your claim which usually led to an unending feud of harsh words. “Then, what did you mean by that?” Gun sighed feeling peeved. Still focusing on your leg, he responded bluntly, “I mean, you’re a woman capable of obtaining and handling certain things that others cannot. You’re braver than many, you’re focused, and you’re strong enough to withstand me and your training. Isn’t that already enough for you to conclude that you deserve greater things as well?” You didn’t know what to say as you gawped at him wordlessly, flattered by the nice words that spewed from him. You stuttered shyly, “I-I don’t… kn-know what to say. Th-that’s actually… very sweet of you to say-” Interrupting your monologue, Gun said sharply, “Didn’t you say that you were going to help clean me up? Hurry up, and wash my head already. I bet you were going to just stand there motionlessly, and not do anything while I slave away here, weren’t you?” Can’t this guy give me a break already?! Ruining the moment, you silently let go of the bar then opened the lid of the shampoo bottle to get a palm-size of the liquid in your hand. After getting a handful of it in one hand, you closed the bottle then dropped it by your feet with a loud plonk, not caring if it even landed loudly onto the tile floor. Muttering to yourself in profanities targeted towards him, you lathered the shampoo in both of your hands first before you decided to spread it out onto his head. Underneath the downpour of water, you smoothed out his hair back from the front of his widow's peak for him with one hand before you started to scrub his hair for him… HARD. 

While scrubbing his head harshly, white soapy suds started to bubble into his hair, as the scent of lavender filled your nostrils from the smell of the shampoo. The scent was supposed to inspire relaxation, but… there was no room for that in this current situation. You made sure to dig your fingers into his scalp, pressing his head brutally with your rough pressured massaging. In a fake empathetic tone, you clawed into his head asking, “So, how am I doing so far? Is it- URGH, alright?” Gun crooned as his hands traveled upwards onto your thigh, saying, “Yes, it feels nice. Go deeper.” Deadpanned, you stared at him in disbelief now yelling inside your head. WHAT? HE WANTS ME TO SCRUB HIM EVEN DEEPER?! I’M USING ALL MY STRENGTH HERE, AND THAT’S NOT ENOUGH?! DOES THIS MAN NOT FEEL ANY PAIN AT ALL?! Geez… I might as well bash his head in, if he tells me to do it even further. Running your fingers through his hair, you kept washing his hair, scratching through his scalp trying to get rid of the excess soap from his head and rinsing out all of the shampoo. You didn’t notice how Gun’s massage on your leg was actually effective. The uncomfortable feeling in your left leg was fading, and only the sensation of his hands were all that you felt, regaining your sense of touch on it. Eventually, from hearing your reflexively relaxed sighs, he stopped fondling your left leg and removed his hands from it to switch to the other leg. Your right leg for sure, was still an issue. As you flinched in response to his handling, you groaned in discomfort, resulting in him to stress his hands even more onto your leg. “Stop whining, and bear with it. The only way to deal with your paresthesia is to face the uncomfortable feeling head on without any complaints. You won’t get rid of it, if you don’t endure its repercussions.” Gritting your teeth in discontent, you inhaled deeply through your nose, as you continued to rinse his hair.  

From where you were standing, you could still smell the scent of lavender wafting from underneath you, where his head was. Who knew that such a man would actually be this considerate to me? Staring at his relaxed face made your heart throb involuntarily, silently adoring his attractive visage and the way he was absorbed in treating your right leg. How can he make my heart skip a beat without having to do anything or say anything? He really does bring many wonders, doesn’t he? A small smile materialized on your face as your fingers combed through his moppy hair, now glistening clean with no foam in sight. Behind his head, you ruffled through his hair, swishing your hand from the bottom of his head all the way to the top. While you were busy making sure that his head was cleaned thoroughly, you calmly observed him as his hands massaged your knee for you. Instantly, a lightbulb lit up from above your head as you thought of a question to ask him. Disrupting the peace, you called him, “Gun?” His eyes drifted up onto yours phlegmatically. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head immediately denying, “Oh, no, no, nothing’s wrong!” He fixed his gaze onto you seriously before saying, “Then what is it? Spit it out already.” You took a deep breath then asked, “Why do you want me to call you ‘Yuzuru’ all of a sudden?” Gun had to think for a minute before he had to articulate how to explain himself for that. Clearly, he ventilated, “It’s because I trust you. There is no one in this world whom I’ve dedicated myself to, until you came along. I’ve mentioned this before, but you’ve already proven that you’re trustworthy. However, currently, it’s not just how trustworthy you are or how loyal you’ve become. It’s how I think of you and I think you’re more than that. Explicitly, I believe that you’re truly special to me, (Y/N).” The pounding of your heart became more resonant, as your face glowed in all of its rosiness. Gun’s eyes optimized a bit at how beautiful you look from above, with your cheeks brightening vibrantly, like an eloquent rose blooming. As your hands rested on top of his head, you looked away bashfully, not able to hold your eye contact with him at how embarrassed you felt from how you reacted to his appreciation for you. “Do you… really think so…?” Gun plainly nodded. “Of course. Why? Do you doubt me?” You objected in a rush, rotating your head to shake your head at him again swearing, “No, of course not! I just… never had anyone flatter me like that before. To be honest, ever since I came to Korea, my life has changed drastically. Don’t get me wrong, I meant that in a good way! However, since I met you and stayed with you, I learned many things from you. Like learning how to fight and defend myself, learning how to do ‘girly’ things, and learning how to enjoy life more. But most importantly, I learned how to trust and rely on someone, other than my own mother. And, for the first time, I even learned how to love someone. I learned… how to love you, Yuzuru.” 

Time around you and Gun seemed to have slowed down. Water from the shower-head poured down onto the both of you in slow motion, hitting your bodies with small splatters. Your pair of eyes twinkled while his glistened back to yours, as the two of you stared at each other in passion. Gun was unsure of what to say next, but he could feel the tension of strong emotions expelling from you and himself. Smiling down at him warmly, you pushed his hair back for him by raking your feelers through his rinsed tresses from the top of his head. After that, you smoothed out his hair behind his ears, revealing his sharp sideburns on either side of his head. Giggling at your finishing touches on his hair, you proudly said, “There you go, all done! I don’t think I’ve ever told you this in front of your face before, but you really do look like a movie star. I mean, your wet hair smoothed out like this? You really look like a star-studded, movie actor who just finished a scene where you jumped off a bridge and landed into the ocean!” Gun chuckled at your absurdity, replying with, “You flatter me, (Y/N). I’d never think in a million years that you’d say such a ludicrous thing to me…” At that instance, his hands grazed down your right leg smoothly until they stopped right above your ankle. Lifting your foot off the ground for only a brief moment, you gasped frantically as your hand immediately went for the shower bar, afraid that you might fall due to the disruption of your center of gravity. He held your foot by the sole in one hand, while the other grasped onto your heel. Rattled by his haziness, you asked, “What are you-“ Just then, you witnessed him bring the top of your foot close to his face, then laid his lips on top of your foot to seal a kiss. Stupefied by his actions, you couldn’t say a single word whatsoever. It was like he stunned you with some sort of invisible taser, leaving you paralyzed and unable to move in shock. As your mind illuminated in epiphany, you couldn't fathom how distinguished he looked and how charming he was, bowing in front of you like a flattering prince. Actually, claiming Gun as a "prince" wasn't suitable, you thought. More like, a "king", was more befitting for his stature. A king who's harsh towards others, yet benevolent only to his one and only queen. Seeing that your mouth was gaped wide open in bewilderment, Gun smirked at your expression, dignifiedly entertained by your reaction as he said whimsically, “What are you so surprised about? Am I not allowed to show my affection for you?” Your voice shrunk into a mousey tone as you replied back to him saying, “N-no. I was just caught off guard, Gun. I mean- Yuzuru. Shit…” Gun produced a diverted laugh. Seeing how baffled you were by his kiss on your foot, he suggested, “If you’re still conflicted about which name to call me by, then you can call me by whatever name that pleases you. However…” His eyes focused on you roguishly as he provocatively warned, “…I’ll make you scream ‘Yuzuru’ in bed whenever I want to. And you get no say in that matter, whatsoever. Understand?” 

Your heart began to pump wildly, going into overdrive, all out of control. Gulping nervously, you thought to yourself at how insane Gun really is. I swear to the heavenly beings above, that this man really is The Devil himself. Too flustered to even reply back directly, you reacted on impulse as your leg kicked sideways, catching him by surprise while doing so. As he saw you put your own foot back onto the floor, his lips developed into a wide vexatious grin. “I see your leg must be good to go then, if you’re able to move it so freely.” Reaching for the bottle of shampoo on the floor, he then stood up properly on both of his feet. Right when he fixed his posture, he took your hand and placed the bottle of shampoo back into it again. Confused, you enunciated, “But I already washed your ha- HEY!” Astounding as his actions may be, he left you flabbergasted as he suddenly scooped you up into his arms, carrying your whole entire body bridal style. You glanced at him dubiously but with a slight feeling of anxiety, fearing for whatever might happen next. Walking towards the shower-head to turn it off himself with you still cradled in his arms, Gun took a glimpse at how you were doing below him and seeing that glare of yours with a hint of fear in your eyes made him boom in laughter while shaking his head, pleasurably enjoying your reactions every time he did something drastic. “Relax, I’m not going to have you killed. Why don’t you put a bit of faith in me, hm?” You lightly smacked him on his chest while blurting out loud, “Gun, you jerk! How can I ‘relax’ if you do something out of the blue like that?!” He walked out of the shower and soon, stopped right in front of the bathtub. Looking down at the tub below, you faltered in a small, “O-oh…” Gun shook his head while muttering in a judgmental banter, “I swear, you always overreact over the littlest things…” Before you could even protest, he carefully set you down into the tub filled with warm soapy water then turned off the faucet of running water. Beside the faucet, you set the bottle of shampoo down on the flat surface of the tub before you started getting used to the water taking in your volume. The calming contact of the small frothy bubbles surrounding your body and the warmth of the water that your body was submerged in felt so nice, that it made you sigh happily. Sitting on the side of the tub with your arms hugging your knees, Gun finally let himself in, getting into the tub with you by sitting across your voluptuous frame. 

Leaning himself back onto the edge of the tub, your eyes peeped at his statuesque body along with his well-proportioned arms and his perfectly etched facial features. Gun smirked, catching you checking him out while running his fingers back through his lustrously sleek hair before propping his elbow onto the edge of the tub. He beckoned for you to come closer with a swift gesture of his hand, luring you in with his commanding, “Come over here, (Y/N), and sit beside me.” He knew that you couldn’t say no, as you scooted yourself over to him, then sat yourself right next to him. Nonchalantly, Gun slung his arm around you and pulled your body closer towards him, enforcing you to lean your figure onto him. You were hesitant to embrace him at first, but you decided to allow yourself to do whatever felt right to you. Inching even closer to him, your arms enshrouded his body as you began to cuddle up against his mighty physique. He angled his face southwards to view your arms encircled around him while you leaned your head onto his chest. Smiling fondly at your serenity, he placed his hand on your head then gently stroked the back of your head dotingly, which caused you to close your eyes at how pleasant he was caressing you. The tranquility in Gun’s head was suddenly interrupted when a thought in his mind fabricated, ruining his relaxation time. 

Groaning in frustration and facepalming with a troubled, “Fuck…”, you directed your gaze onto him and asked concernedly, “What’s the matter?” An afflicted impression from his eyes immediately told you that he was bothered by something, which made him reply, “I apologize, (Y/N). I have to call Dr. Ahn right after we’re done here, to prescribe you another After-Pill. Since we had unprotected sex again, then you have to take another-“ You immediately intervened as you assured him, “No, no, it’s okay! You don’t have to!” Gun’s eyes fixated onto you in a sinisterly foreboding manner, responding in suspicion, asking, “What do you mean by, I ‘don’t have to’? Are you saying that you want to have my child?” Gasping in hysteria as your face scorched in all of it’s glowing redness, you instantly shook your head while shouting, “NO, NO, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I’M NOT EVEN READY FOR THAT YET!!” Gun’s face altered into a scowl. Leaning closer to your face, he snapped back, “THEN OUT WITH IT ALREADY! WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?!” A heavy sigh spurted from your mouth as you shouted, “I’VE BEEN TAKING BIRTH CONTROL PILLS SINCE I KNEW THAT WE’D BE DOING IT NOW, SO STOP ASKING AND SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY!!!” His eyes widened in shock, trying to process what he just heard. Eventually, he recovered from his train of thought when he started to chuckle nastily, like a sociopath. “I had a feeling that she was the right doctor to have you checked by. That Dr. Ahn, always one step ahead…” Laughing warily, you reluctantly agreed with him, nodding by replying, “Haha, yeah… Right…” 

You were about to release him from your embrace so you could get the shampoo and wash your own hair yourself, but you didn’t notice that his other hand already got a hold of your bicep from underneath the cloudy, saponaceous water. You tried to tug your arm away from his grasp multiple times, but to no avail, you were indeed stuck. “So, (Y/N)…” he calmly said, in a slow interrogative tone, “You mentioned something about… taking birth control pills…?” Oh no, I don’t like the way he’s speaking to me. You replied with a prudent, “Y-yeah…?” Gun’s eyes loomed over you, shooting your eyes with great ferocity.  “And you mentioned that you KNEW that 'we’d be doing it’…? Did whatever I heard… sound correct to you…?” You nodded once more, while silently praying in your head that he’ll let go of the subject soon. “Yes…?” Gun stared at you in such an intimidating fashion, that you were afraid that if you cut the eye contact, then he’ll eventually pounce. Your heart began to palpitate quickly, increasing in pace as every second passed by. Not once, did you part from his eyes. You didn’t know how long he was silently peering at you in such a fearsome way, but you could’ve sworn that you felt a trickle of sweat dripping from the side of your temple. Or was that just a drop of water? You couldn’t tell. 

Finally, Gun broke the uncomfortable silence as he said lowly, “If you were taking it all along, then why didn’t you bother informing me of this sooner? I thought you said that you trusted me.” An apologetic expression formed on your face as your heart sank due to the guilt that you felt from the sign of disappointment coming from the tone of his voice. “I’m sorry, Gun. I didn’t tell you, not because I wanted to spite you. God, of course not. It’s because you already had a lot going on in your plate, and I didn’t want to bother you anymore with my own health or else it’ll just bring you down. Dr. Ahn mentioned some side effects from the medication that I’m taking, but don’t worry. I’m okay! I thought you must be stressed these past few weeks, so I wanted you to focus on your work and on the plan that you have regarding me helping your future successor. Also, you’re right. I should’ve told you earlier. I’m really sorry…” Listening to your apology, only made him adore you even more. Gun thought, how can someone be so selfless for him? He doesn't understand. “(Y/N), you fool. How can you put my issues first, rather than your own health?” He didn’t realize how pressuring it was for you to keep your own issue to yourself, which caused him to shroud his arms around you, holding you dearly within his embrace. “Gun…” A comforting smile displayed on your face, as you buried your face into his chest. Hugging him back tightly, you felt his chin rest on top of your head as he explained, “I want you to know that it’s my responsibility to watch over you. After all, you’re not just my masterpiece who I’ll sculpt with my very hands, but you’re now considered to be my partner. Remember, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Thankful for his support, you snuggled against him contently. The benevolence sensed between you two was already plentiful. As you were caught in the hushed moment of Gun’s comfort, you were piqued by an unexpected, “Although…”

Although…?

You felt Gun’s chin pry from the top of your head. With worry, you pushed yourself off of his chest lightly, then sloped your head up to link with his eyes. Oh, god. Right when you laid your eyes on him, your heart began to race restlessly. Those eyes… It was those eyes again. The ones that made you weak and helpless. The eyes that made you shrink back into such a feeble state, that you knew that you couldn’t escape from him even if you wanted to. Those nefarious, dark eyes of his… now belonged to a beast. A merciless monster who had captured the prey that belonged only to him. Trembling in his arms, you called out to him nervously. “G-Gun…?” His hold around you exponentially grew even tighter, straining you in his arms. “Gun! What the hell-“ He didn’t let you finish your sentence as he forced his lips onto yours, kissing you aggressively. His tongue played with yours, sucking and biting onto it lightly, generating a groan from you. You placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away, but your strength wasn’t enough to get him off of you. Immediately, his mouth bolted away from yours, leaving you gasping for air as if he just sucked the life out of you. Panting madly, you frowned saying, “W-what… the FUCK was that for?!” 

“This is the start to your punishment.”

Your eyebrows scrunched up, appalled by his response.

“I’m… sorry?”

Gun’s mouth shaped into a perverse smirk, turning his whole entire countenance into one, that belongs to a dashing villain. Reeling you back onto his body, his arms remained blanketed around your figure. Domineering himself onto you, he smothered his lips onto your neck, kissing you temptingly which provoked erotic moans to leave your mouth.

“Gun, sto- Ah~!”

Feeling his hot breath on your skin, he murmured “Do you really want me to stop here, with our little operation underway?” Scoffing, he progressed, “Hah, my naughty girl. I won’t do that to you, no… You KNEW that we’d be doing this, right? You even said it yourself, don't deny it. If you knew, then I would gladly do you the favor and make it happen for you. You know, I’d grant you whatever you want. However, this time, I think you’ve sinned too much (Y/N). Now, that won’t do. I think, you deserved to be punished. Yes, that is what I shall do for you…”

As Gun continued to ravish your neck, you closed your eyes then turned your head away from him, trying to withstand his diabolical punishment. Biting your bottom lip, you silently squealed at the way he was kissing and licking your neck. Oh god, how far is he willing to go with this?

“Learn how to resist temptation, (Y/N). If you still can…”

Gun’s cold laughter echoed loudly, reverberating around the room in all its thundering resonance. This jackass can just go fuck himself. He’s obviously having fun, torturing me right about now. With one final prayer, you gritted your teeth while you chanted in your mind desperately…

Dear God, please give me the strength to get me through this… Ugh, why did I have to fall for such a cruel man? 

[End of Ch. XII]

[kabie-whump]

Oh! You're willing to take whump writing requests? 👀

If so... could you write a Whumpee and Caretaker getting into a bad argument, and Whumpee storms out, only to be kidnapped and not heard from ever since? And Caretaker feels SO GUILTY to the point they blamed themself for arguing with Whumpee over something so trivial? It's okay if not, but ever since reading your bandit story, I would love to see more stuff from you, especially if you're up to writinf my favorite tropes! :O

-- @whumperofworlds

Yeah absolutely I'll write that and I'm gonna make it Onthyes and Ventis :)

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Onthyes hands Shayah Ventis's journal when she opens the door. "Can you give this to Ventis, please?" he asks. "He left it at my place."

Shayah takes the journal slowly, her brow furrowing. "He's not here, blondie. I thought he was with you."

"What?"

Ventis doesn't have a place of his own so he's constantly bouncing between Onthyes's and Shayah's respective homes on a whim. If he isn't with Onthyes he can always expect to find him at Shayah's.

So where is he?

"He left mine late last night. I thought he was coming here."

"You didn't go with him? You escort him everywhere."

Onthyes feels his palms start to sweat, his heart racing. He never lets Ventis go out alone, especially late at night. The genasi bitches at him about it all the time but Onthyes always insists, knowing that Ventis is a bright sparkly beautiful target for lowlifes of all kinds. Even now that he's finally gaining control over his magic Onthyes has never left him out on his own.

But last night, when Ventis had stormed out with a literal cloud thundering over his head, Onthyes hadn't followed. He'd said he wanted space, and for the first time Onthyes had given it to him.

Shit.

"We had an argument," Onthyes admits. "He didn't want me to go with him."

"That's never stopped you before."

"I know!"

Shayah's eyebrows climb higher on her face at Onthyes's raised voice. She steps inside, grabbing her cloak and her bag, and then joins Onthyes outside and locks the door behind herself.

"Come on," she says. "We're gonna find him. If we're lucky he's just shacked up with some handsome stranger and he'll be on one of our doorsteps soon."

That would not be lucky at all for Onthyes. The idea makes him feel sick. Even if Ventis doesn't offically belong to him the thought of him going out and finding someone else to sleep with feels so so wrong.

They comb through all of Ventis’s favorite places: the library, the tavern, the market by the harbor, all to no avail. They even wander by a dingy little nightspill den just in case the fight had been bad enough for him to relapse but luckily they don’t see him there either.

By the time night comes Onthyes is in a state of panic. He can’t decide which possibility is worse: that Ventis decided he never wants to see him again or that something happened to him.

Oh gods, what if something happened to him?

What if someone grabbed him off the street? What if his withdrawl-induced hallucinations returned and he wandered off, chasing shadows into the middle of nowhere?

(Click here to travel to an alternate timeline!)

A week goes by. Onthyes doesn’t rest. He becomes obsessed with searching for any sign of Ventis, but every passing day of finding nothing brings him closer to the verge of insanity. Shayah has to force him to eat and rest on multiple occasions.

One one such night, Onthyes dissolves into exhausted, guilty tears on Shayah's couch.

"It was such a small thing," he chokes out, hugging a throw pillow to his chest. "He'd met some new friends and he liked them but I thought they seemed like trouble and I was scared that he'd relapse if he wasn't careful with who he saw. You know how hard it was to get him sober the first time so I really didn't want any of us to have to go through that again but he took it as me not trusting his judgement-"

"To be fair, we shouldn't trust his judgement."

"But you know that's a cruel thing to say. Especially to him. Especially when he's just started being able to trust his own mind again."

Shayah sighs, tipping her head back and blowing out smoke from her pipe. "I know, blondie. I know."

Onthyes scrubs the tears from his eyes. Moping around isn't going to help him find Ventis, but Shayah has forbidden him from going out searching again tonight.

"It's all my fault," he whisperes. "I felt hurt cause he didn't appreciate that I really just want to keep him safe. But I should've followed him anyway."

"He'll turn up."

And he does turn up that same night in the form of an exhausted and bloodied body collapsing against Shayah's door in the dead of night, the sound rousing Onthyes from his fitful sleep on the couch.

~~~

Might continue this later :)

Ventisposting taglist: @scp-1296 @sapphicccici @acer-gaysimpstuff @morning-star-whump @yeetmyskeet @rainydaywhump

[beigepillow]

I honestly feel so bad for doumeki and how people disregard him, alot of people forget that D is also human, he feels pain, he gets angry, he feels joy and he also bleeds like a person but people just think his some kinda robot that isn't meant to feel any kind of emotion.

A perfect example of this is people's reaction to doumeki and how he is treating yashiro at this moment ( I love my boy yashiro and I understand why he did what he did) but that doesn't excuse his actions towards doumeki and doumeki has every right to be pissed with him, but people still feel that he doesn't have the right to be mad because he was the one following yashiro like a lost puppy and that he deserves what he got.

No one deserves to be treated like that, that was just so damn painful to watch and the fact that doumeki doesn't even hold that against him shows just how pure he is, he only ever gets upset when yashiro sleeps around partially because he gets jealous but mostly because he doesn't like the fact that yashiro sees himself as nothing but a sex doll, even now he's sleeping with him partially because of jealousy but mostly because he's protecting him....he loves yashiro so much that he's willing to sacrifice his own happiness just to always be with him to protect him, doumeki isn't as complex as people think he's a pretty simply guy he never does anything without a reason and his only reason for still because in the Yakuza world is because yashiro is in it, I just hope they sort themselves out and finally admit their love for each other because yashiro is at a breaking point and the next time they meet he may snap and not in a good way.

What do you think about this? Am I reading too much into this?

First, I want to reiterate that people can have whatever opinion they like. It is important to have diverse opinions in fandom to get all different kinds of perspective. That being said I do wish there were more Doumeki defenders out there but it is what it is. I have noticed an uptick in people who want to defend Doumeki based on the asks and comments I get and hopefully one day they’ll make posts themselves. I don’t see myself as a Doumeki expert or anything like that. i just try to see things from his pov in an empathetic light but I am sure I get things wrong since it is all a guessing game. I also do criticize Doumeki myself a bit. I don’t think it is his right to decide who Yashiro has sex with and I wish there was less dub con in the sexual emconuters he initiated but I also think at times I criticized him based on my real life morals instead of through a saezuru lens. But I also criticize Yashiro as well because no character is above criticism to me. What Yashiro did in volume 6 was wrong and he knows it was wrong. He purposely acted in that way so Doumeki would leave him so he was well aware that he was being an asshole to Doumeki even if he has an excuse for it. But I disagree that Doumeki follows him around like a puppy just to be by his side. In volume 6, he follows Yashiro around to keep him from committing suicide!!!! I feel like that is glossed over a lot for some reason and Doumeki is just reduced to only caring about being with Yashiro even to the detriment of Yashiro. I also am not a big fan of the take that he deserves whatever since he sticks around because as I have said before, the same can be said about Yashiro. Yashiro isn’t Doumeki’s hostage and like I mentioned is getting quite a bit of space from him and is still choosing Doumeki. I actually think Doumeki is a very complex character (as complex as Yashiro) and he does seem to harbor resentment towards Yashiro at times. But so what? Why do his negative emotions get demonized so much? Why is he not allowed to have his emotions cloud his judgement at times and get forgiven for it (of course based on what he does) just like Yashiro or really all of us in real life? At the end of the day, I hope to see more Doumeki centric posts but until then I am just going to enjoy the fandom. It is only a manga at the end of the day.

[janeicethesiren]

Hot take: The Woobification of Sebastian and O!Ciel-How Beauty Clouds Judgement

Hey guys, it’s me again and I can’t sleep. I have another hot take to share! Once again, please don’t take this too seriously, I’m just talking.

So, I just want to start off by saying that I totally get it. I mean it! We’ve been following these characters for years and we’ve gotten so invested in there stories and we can’t help but want them to win, you know? It’s human nature to want to root for the underdog in some ways. And, O!Ciel kinda fits the mold of underdog when you consider his backstory.

But, and this is my opinion, Ciel and Sebastian are NOT the underdogs. And I can’t help but think that if they both weren’t so pretty, you’d see a lot less people excusing their behavior or rooting for them.

I should also stress that I’m not talking about the people who look at these characters through a complex lense, I’m more so talking about people who are insistent that O!Ciel and Sebastian are good people/not evil.

Like I said, I get it and I empathize with the kid, but the kid is a BASTARD. He has progressively become an awful, awful person and that’s the POINT. And I can’t help but find it boring when people try to strip that away from him.

People feel bad for O!Ciel because he’s been through a lot, which yeah he definitely has. And people are mad at R!Ciel for standing against him and at Lizzy for turning on him, at least for now.

And, again, I kinda get it because we’ve been with O!Ciel for so long and it’s natural to root for him. But, O!Ciel is not the good guy! Lol what’s happening right now is that he’s currently being forced to face the consequences of his own actions. Which, let’s be honest, he wasn’t expecting to ever have to do because of his personal countdown death clock, Sebastian.

I can understand why he told those lies, especially at the beginning. But there’s no excuse for them anymore. He should have BEEN told everyone the truth. Would it have been easy? Of course not. But it would’ve been the right thing to do. While it’s understandable why he did what he did, he still took away his family’s ability to grieve and R!Ciel’s ability to rest, at least in my opinion.

Also, I think it’s important to note that, after a point, O!Ciel started to ENJOY being Ciel. So much so that he’s willing to fight the real Ciel for his own name. Which is absurd when you think about it!

His family absolutely ain’t shit for not only not noticing the difference, but also not doing anything to step in and really be there for that boy. But again, that’s part of the point of what Yana is trying to say in that upperclass Victorian society is/and was depraved, shallow, and mostly evil.

O!Ciel may have been thinking of the others when he made his initial decision but the decision was still selfish. I think that it’s ok to say that; while yes, he suffered from heavy survivors guilt and truly thought that his family would prefer for R!Ciel to come back (and unfortunately he wasn’t wrong), he still, if only subconsciously, wanted the power, prestige, and access that R!Ciel’s name carried.

He LIKES being Ciel now and loathes his old name and position. He LIKES the power, the access, the maneuverability, hurting people when they get in his way, killing those who wronged him, the security of Sebastian’s presence, the ability to make his dream come true (made a lot easier with Ciel’s name), the dark mind games he plays with people. ALL OF IT. He loves it and that’s the POINT.

And Sebastian is a demon. Yes we all know that, that’s not news. However, I still feel like we give the man (entity, whatever) too much credit a lot of the time. Again, mostly because he’s pretty.

Is it possible that he grew to care for O!Ciel in someway? Sure! And I do believe he legitimately has a lot of respect for O!Ciel. But I honestly think it’s more likely that the bastard is hungry and the current events are making him worried that he’ll end up being killed or losing his meal in the end. I don’t think it’s impossible or too much of a stretch to say that he’s grown fond of O!Ciel in someways, but best believe that child is food. Yana even outright says that Sebastian LOVES to see Ciel suffer! Only it’s not so fun when Sebastian is also suffering too, lol he’s a narcissist.

TLDR: It makes sense why people root for O!Ciel and Sebastian. But I think we give these two way too much credit sometimes and there’s an over abundance of people trying to absolve them both of their evil. They are both garbage (lovable garbage!) that are currently facing the consequences of (mostly Ciel’s) actions. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. Please don’t kill me.

[atlasofthestaars]

Are you okay?? It's been a while

haha that's a lot of messages!

hi! i'm not dead <3 I'm back! sorry for my sudden disappearance! I've been busy with life! I've been on the grind for college and art, and somehow along the path I got a boyfriend ??? He uh. knows I make this fanfic, so maybe he can get me to update this faster

To be totally transparent, I have not written much. Like at all. I hit a major writing block before disappearing and then time flew and now we're here!

Am I dropping this story? Nope! I plan to update and finish this thing, even if it takes me months between updates, sorry about that haha

Well, I'll be working on chapter 17 now! I felt bad so I have the entirety of what I HAVE written below! It's just the intro flashback like usual so there's not much, sorry about that :(

“I’m surprised you said no to Sonya’s offer.”

You stared ahead, watching the sunrise over the cityscape. Gold and pinks stained the sky, the colors seeping into the clouds that passed by overhead. The air, though it’s been a week since the final showdown, still felt like it was scented with the ashes and blood of those who shouldn’t have died. Maybe it was because of your animalistic traits, but you swore it smelt fresh too. You tried not to close your eyes, or else you’d see those things again.

“Is it really that surprising?” You asked. Your voice was scratchy. You couldn’t tell if it was due to a lack of speaking or too much speaking. How much silence and talking you’ve been taking felt murky. The whole last week felt like a blur, in all honesty. You rose a hand up, massaging your throat. You heard a shift, and finally you allowed yourself to look at your companion.

“In all honesty?” Johnny’s voice felt like it had lost much of the grandeur. If you were feeling in a better mood, you would have maybe even joked about the rather plain way he was speaking. Making jokes, however, was the last thing on your mind. You watched him carefully, his shoulders slumping forward as he took a good long stare at you. Did you look as much of a wreck as you felt? You felt your body try and straighten up, to attempt to look somewhat put together. “Yeah, I kinda am.”

“Why?” You asked, still analyzing the actor. There was a long stretch of time where the both of you simply stared at each other. You noted the uncharacteristic eyebags, and just how…normal he looked. “Isn’t it obvious I would choose to stay with Lord Raiden and help those back at the White Lotus?” You inquired further. A tone of offense slipped into your tone, one that you only noticed until you saw the slight cringe from the man.

“Well, yeah, I guess.” Johnny replied, his face scrunching up slightly. It seems he was still reeling a bit at your harsher tone. “But you seemed so…adamant about working with Sonya over the last week. You wouldn’t even rest, sleep, or eat until either she or I practically dragged you out of whatever task you busied yourself with.” He pointed out.

“I’m just a hard worker.” You excused yourself. You decided to ignore the very, very pointed and judgemental look the actor sent your way. Hard worker was not even an understatement, it was simply wrong. You weren’t working to earn merits. You were working to distract yourself. Catching your mind drifting, you stared down at your hands, noting the many more calluses that would form from how much you’ve been writing lately.

You don’t think you’ve written this much in ages.

“Listen, I’m not stupid. I’m not going to make you spit out whatever’s been bugging you, because I think you won’t, and I feel like I already know what it is. But I will say I do know what it looks like when someone’s trying to drown themselves in something to distract themselves.” The actor told you in a strangely stern voice. He crossed his arms, staring you down. “But like I said, I know there’s no point in carrying that point on.” He sighed, running a hand through his unusually unstyled hair. “So what are you even planning on doing when you go back?” 

You paused, looking at the actor. Was he that good at reading people, or were you that exhausted that you could not even put up a convincing front anymore? You searched his face, trying to figure out which answer was the right one. Maybe it was both, you couldn’t tell anymore.

“Anything to help the world recover.” You told Johnny Cage. You knew your answer was vague, but you guessed it was better than nothing. Plus, what you said was true. You were planning on doing anything to help your community to rebuild. Whether it be helping rebuild the building of the Wu Shi itself after the invasion years ago, or to train new initiates with your father, you were willing to do it.

You could not let what happened last week ever happen again. Not as long as you were alive.

“Sounds like a tall task.” Johnny said, his gaze now settled on the pinkened horizon. There was a bit of wistfulness to his voice, as if acknowledging the terribly difficult task you had placed upon yourself. There was no doubt in his voice, though. Instead, it felt as if he knew that you’d be true to your word, even if it meant your doom.

“What about you?” You asked, suddenly feeling awkward as the conversation had died out. You hadn’t wanted your conversation with him to be entirely about you. Not only was it something you weren’t all too fond of in the first place, but it felt wrong especially when your conversation partner was someone as ostentatious as the actor. “What are your plans now? To go back to acting?”

“Honestly? Thought about that for a bit.” Johnny admitted, shrugging. There was a certain type of look on his face, one that seemed long for normalcy that he could never have back. “But after seeing all of this shit? I don’t think I could return to that life. I was planning on taking Sonya’s offer to join the Special Forces, kinda hoping you would too.”

“Really?” You said, unable to hide the surprise in your voice. Your eyebrows rose, before you felt a soft huff leave your lips. “Was it so you could have a friend in the force, or is it so you could have someone to bug in the force?”

“A bit of both.” The actor, or rather, soon to be ex actor, said. A hint of his signature smile was sent your way, and he crossed his arms. as he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “With how long we’ve known each other, I can’t say I hate you. I could have done without the whole doom impending tournament that made us meet, though. Not a big fan. Plus, you being there would mean there’s one less hard ass there I’d have to deal with.”

“I’m honored.” You replied, hoping the sarcasm you were attempting was getting through even with your dry tone. There was a beat that passed as you considered your next words. “I’m not going away forever, Cage.” There was what you assumed was relief that twinkled in his eyes as you told him that. “I’m sure there will be help that Raiden will need from the Special Forces, and vice versa. Plus, I already told Sonya this, but if we hear anything about those revenants that Raiden spoke of, I want in. Not to mention, I’ll be sure to write.”

“Good to know you’re not abandoning us.” Johnny joked, but there was sincerity within his voice. He seemed genuinely glad you were not going to ditch any of them any time soon.

[multifandomfanficss]

More Than I’m Willing To Lose Part 3

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Featuring platonic!11th Street Kids

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Prompt: Adrian is feeling guilty for not doing more for you and you learn how to defend yourself.

Warnings: nightmares, guns, panic, joking about death and talks of wills, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language

A/N: This is the second to last chapter! Thank you guys so much for the messages, comments, and feedback I’ve gotten! I really appreciate it. I’ve never finished a multi-chapter fic before so this has sort of been a test run. Maybe we’ll see more in the future. 🥰🧜‍♂️

You woke up from another nightmare in a cold sweat, but this time you felt a heavy arm holding you down and you were in a room you didn’t recognize. It only caused you to panic more until the body weighing you down started to shift, waking up from a heavy sleep.

“What’s going on?” You hear Adrian’s voice filled with sleep. You sigh in relief as your eyes adjust to the dark and you begin to fully take in your surroundings, the waking world starting to feel more real.

“Sorry I- I had a nightmare.” You stutter out between gasps for air. You didn’t even stop to register the fact that Adrian was still holding you tightly in his sleep. He sleepily pulled you back into his chest as he started to wake up more.

“You know you’re safe here right?” He asks.

“I’m sorry.” You try to hold back tears.

“Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He sighs, becoming more awake by the second. “I’m gonna fucking kill that guy when I find him.” He adds after a short period of silence.

“I know.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill that guy, but until then you’re safe here. You’re safe with me. I’m not gonna let anything like that happen to you again.” He promises.

“Okay.” Your voice cracks as a tear slides down your cheek.

“I’m sorry. You should have never had to go through that. I should have stopped him. I should have been there.” He starts to blame himself.

“Ade, you couldn’t have known.” You try to tell him.

“You should have never had to go out with an asshole like that in the first place I- I should have told you-“

“Told me what?” You cut him off. “Adrian, you told me not to go out with him because you had a bad feeling and I didn’t listen. It was my fault.”

That’s not what he meant. He wanted to say he should have told you he loved you. He wanted to say he should have been your boyfriend so you wouldn’t have to go out on shitty dates at all, but you took his slip up the wrong way and he was happy for that right now. While you were afraid of rejection, he was afraid of making you uncomfortable, taking away your safe space, and losing his friend. If one of you reacted poorly to the other’s confession, you both had so much to lose; more than you were willing to lose.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He sighs again, trying to figure out what to say. He always worried about his wording. He wasn’t the best with words. “It’s not your fault that you always try to see the best in people, and that you give them a chance. I wonder how you continue to see the best in me everyday. Nobody else does.” This was the second time since the incident he’d brought this up now.

“It’s easy. I don’t see the best in you. I just see you for who you really are. I guess that includes the best, but you get my point. I didn’t have to do anything especially difficult to see it either. It was just there. I don’t care what anyone else says or what you assume they think, Adrian. You’re a good guy. I had clouded judgement with the other guy. I didn’t actually know him. I just assumed he would be good and he wasn’t, but I know you.” You stare at each other for a minute as your faces grow closer.

“The sun’s gonna rise soon. We should probably try to sleep a little longer.” Adrian suggests in a panic to fill what he thought was an awkward silence.

“Yeah…uh you’re probably right.” You say, laying your head back on the pillow. You’re upset, feeling like Adrian was avoiding the subject because he didn’t reciprocate your feelings until he put his arm around you gently, making you feel more secure and better able to sleep.

The next time you wake up, it’s morning. “Morning, Sunshine.” Adrian smiles down at you. You wish that was how you could be woken up everyday for the rest of your life. He seemed to glow as the morning light cascades from the window, hitting his skin. “So I was thinking, are you still up to go to the shooting range today?” He asks. You were nervous, but you knew it was something you needed to learn.

“Yeah, we can do that.” You agreed.

“Great! Chris told me one of his neighbors died and he got like a ton of old appliances for us to shoot at!” He says, beaming.

“Only you could be so excited about somebody dying.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“Hey, that lady was old as fuck and died of natural causes! And now all her stuff is going to good use! I call that a win!” He starts to defend himself.

“I wonder if she’s just hanging out as a ghost thinking ‘wow I’m so glad these young idiots are blowing up all my stuff now!” You joke.

“I would be. If I die I hope Peacemaker blows up all my shit.” He answers seriously.

“Oh my god! What if somebody wants to keep something?” You ask him, laughing.

“Why would they wanna do that? Is there something of mine you need? You can literally take anything you want. Is it my toaster oven? I know that thing makes some pretty bomb ass garlic bread and-“ You cut him off laughing.

“No! To remember you by!”

“Oh…so you don’t want my toaster oven?” He looks to confirm.

“No, thanks. If I want it I’ll just come here and use it. I meant like when somebody dies they usually have a will. So like if you wanted to give somebody something to remember you by you could write it in there.”

“You don’t think you’re gonna remember me? Do I have to be more memorable?” He asks, concern lightly written on his features. You laugh.

“I don’t think I could forget you if I tried, but that’s not the point and I don’t want you to die for a really really really long time. Honestly I hope when we’re old I die before you so I don’t have to live without you, but the point is to have something of yours that would bring that person comfort and feel close to you.”

“Oh.” He says, understanding better. “You know I don’t have to die for you to just take things of mine to make you feel comforted and feel close to me when I’m not around, right?”

Oh. You want to tell him that what he’s suggesting is a very couples thing to do, but you don’t know how to say that without it being awkward.

“You like the shirt I let you borrow right?” He questions.

“…Yeah.”

“Keep it.” He smiles.

“But, Adrian, I thought you really liked this shirt.” You hesitate.

“I do, but it looks so much better on you. Plus I wear it like way too much anyway I should be trying to expand my wardrobe and wear different things.” He tries to rationalize his decision in a way that wasn’t just: I like seeing you in my favorite shirt.

“Okay, but only if you’re sure.”

“Oh yeah! More than sure! Absolutely sure! Positively sure!” He gives you a smile, blushing as you make eye contact.

You pause to remember how you even got on this topic in the first place. “Shooting range! Are we meeting up with Chris?” You ask, bringing the conversation back, knowing you’d be going to Chris and Adrian’s usual spot.

“He said he’s busy for most of the day, so it’ll probably just be us.” He says, standing up from the bed, starting to get dressed.

“Cool.” You smile.

After getting ready for the day and having a quick breakfast you set out for the range in the woods. After parking his car, Adrian went to the trunk and grabbed a duffel bag with some weapons.

“I didn’t bring the usual arsenal Chris and I use because I figured the other stuff might be kinda loud and stress you out. I wasn’t sure if there would be any sensory issues to the sounds, so I just brought the necessary stuff you need to learn.” He smiled putting the guns together. He was surprisingly considerate for a guy who others claimed to be a psychotic murderer. You knew he wasn’t everything they assumed of him. He had trouble stepping into someone else’s shoes, but he was often good at getting the small details right. Just because he couldn’t understand how or why you felt a certain way, didn’t mean he couldn’t understand that you felt that way period. It didn’t mean he didn’t want to help and he was happy to try to figure out how to help you step by step. Not to mention sensory issues were something he completely understood. While he usually had bigger issues with clothes and textures, he knew sound could sometimes affect him and he didn’t want it to affect you.

“Thanks. I really appreciate that.” You smile. You don’t retreat this time as you see him prepare the guns. It’s just you and Adrian this time and you know he would never hurt you. Despite not liking guns and still feeling weary around them, your life didn’t feel threatened at the moment. You walk closer watching as he sets one of the guns down.

“Do you wanna pick it up?” He asks, trying very hard to gauge how you’re feeling. “The safety’s on.” He reminds you.

“Yeah, I can do that I think…” You slowly reach for the gun, stopping just before you grab it. Adrian puts a hand on your back and you pick up the gun. It’s heavier than you remember it being. The last time you held one of his guns there was adrenaline running through your body.

“Just take a second to get used to the feeling of it in your hands.” He smiles at you, proud of the baby steps you’re taking. You hold it stiffly, but eventually start to relax. “Why don’t you try shooting something?” He asks.

“Like what?”

“How about that blender over there?” He asks. You turn to the blender, taking a deep breath before aiming at it. Then you shoot. The recoil scares you. You don’t remember feeling that last time. You completely miss the blender, hitting a nearby tree and on top of that, you almost drop the gun.

“I’m sorry!”

“Hey, it’s okay, (Y/N). Don’t be sorry. Want some help?” He asks gently.

“Yeah” You say in a whiner voice than you intended.

“Okay. First off, your stance is all wrong.” He starts to reposition you. “Great. Okay. Next thing. You’re aiming too high. It’s not like a baseball. It travels faster. You don’t have to worry about the bullet getting lower before it hits the target.”

“Okay…Sorry I guess I’m just nervous.” You admit.

“You’re okay. That’s why I’m here. Just follow my lead.” He wraps his arms around you like a couple playing mini golf in a cheesy romcom. “See the way we’re lining it up?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You loved the feeling of your back pressed against his chest. It made you feel more secure.

“I want you to take a deep breath when you pull the trigger, okay?” You nod, answering him. “In….and out.” You pull the trigger and the blender explodes into a million pieces.

“Holy fuck!” You yell. “I did it!” You jump up and down.

“Yeah you fucking did!” Adrian smiles, as you both giggle with excitement.

You shoot at some more targets before packing up and heading home for the day. By the end you weren’t half bad. It turns out after you got over your initial fear you had great natural aim. On the way back Adrian gets a call from Leota.

“Hey, AdebaYO what’s up?” He says, playfully changing the stressed syllables of her last name.

“We found him.” You freeze as you hear her voice come through the car. You can feel your chest tighten as your breath gets caught in it. “Harcourt needs you at headquarters immediately.”