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strang3lov3 · 8 months

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Summary: Yours and Joel’s newest patrol task is exploring the old mall not far from Jackson. You learn what Victoria’s Secret really is. (She was NOT having an affair with former president of the United States Colonel Sanders) AKA grumpy cranky joel and you get down and dirty in an old Victoria’s Secret.

This is part 1 of my new series “Mall Rats”

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, doin it in front of a mirror (thanks gracie!), reverse cowgirl, joel is a dick, joel is condescending, reader is charming just like me, Joel does all the work because reader is a lady and Joel is an asshole.

W/C: 4.7k

“Weird looking stairs,” you mumble as you take in the unique environment. Beneath your feet are metallic steps with deep lined grooves, in front of you is Joel, stepping down the staircase. In the enclosed building, the walls are lined with different shops, there’s a few different seating areas. Old posters, advertisements. Colorfully painted walls are overgrown with roots and vines.

“S’cause they’re not regular stairs,” Joel says with a gruff voice. “S’called an escalator. Didn’t have to walk up and down the steps, you could stay stationary and it’d move ya up an’ down.”

“Sounds cool.”

“No,” Joel mutters. “Not cool.”

None of this is cool to Joel. In fact, it’s the opposite.

Tommy and his crew had stumbled across this mall while on patrol. Of course they couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but they deemed it largely safe of infected. He wasn’t sure how picked over it was, but he figured it would be a good task for you and your curious mind. Comb it through for supplies, clothing, entertainment. Take notes and report back to him.

So what was Joel there for?

To chaperone you, of course. Keep you out of trouble, keep you safe, answer your million and one questions.

It was Tommy’s sick and twisted idea of a joke. Joel’s new patrol project involved two of the things he disdained the most: Malls, and you.

Comedy gold.

“No,” you mock his tone with a silly face, “Not cool.”

Joel rolls his eyes and ignores you. When you reach the bottom of the steps, he looks at his surroundings as he reaches in his bag for his flashlight. Turning it on he says, “We’ll start down here and work our way up. Scope everything out, get familiar. Then you can start combing through the stores for supplies and what have you. You stick by me. No wanderin’.”

“Don’t you mean we?” you ask. “We comb through the stores.”

“No, sweetheart, I don’t. S’your job, not mine. I’m just here to keep ya from gettin’ killed.”

Whatever. Joel can bitch and moan about this all he wants, but you’re grateful for the opportunity to explore the infinite wonders of the mall. It’s not like you’ve got much else to do. You’re indoors, safe from the elements and infected. You’re not complaining.

You reach into your own bag and pull out your flashlight. You turn it on, and the light flickers dimly. You smack it with your palm a couple times before the light finally goes out, then turn to Joel with a sweet smile on your face. “You wouldn’t happen to have a couple extra–”

“You’re lucky I do,” Joel glares at you as he digs through his belongings to find a couple of double A batteries in his pack. You hold out your hand and he begrudgingly drops the batteries in your palm. “Quit fuckin’ around. Be prepared next time.” He’s certainly jolly today.

You replace the batteries and turn your flashlight on, and begin to make your way through the bottom level of the mall. Joel’s said nothing since giving you the batteries.

“So what did you do here? Or, not here specifically. Just like, malls in general,” you ask as you make your way through tables and chairs. A big sign on a nearby wall informs you that this area is called the food court.

“I did nothing. Malls were always packed with people, way too busy. Too many teenagers. Expensive too,” Joel scrunches his nose as he catches a whiff of something foul at an old hot dog stand. “But other people, they’d come here and shop for clothes, get somethin’ to eat. Could catch a movie f’ya wanted.”

“So where’d you get your clothes from?”

Joel shrugs. “Dunno. Just kinda always had them in my dresser, I guess.”

Sounds like Joel.

There’s a Panda Express, something called Auntie Anne’s that you and Joel are looking through together. He’s eyeing the cooking equipment and you’re baffled as you stare at a five gallon drum of nacho cheese on the floor.

“That cheese is probably still good,” Joel comments.

“You’re joking.”

“It ain’t the real cheese like we got back in Jackson. Auntie Anne’s was a pretzel shop, lotta people would dip ‘em in that cheese.”

Auntie Anne’s doesn’t have much to offer, so you and Joel move right along. Next stop is Kentucky Fried Chicken. You point to the man on the logo. “Who’s that?”

“Colonel Sanders. He was the president way back when.”

You know better. “No, he wasn’t.”

“Sure he was,” Joel says. “You weren’t there. You don’t know.”

He’s such a dick. You roll your eyes and leave him and Colonel Sanders to their own devices as you walk through the rest of the food court.

Joel doesn’t realize you’d left. He tells you another Kentucky Fried Fun Fact and when he’s met with no answer, he looks up to find you at Cinnabon at the end of the food court.

He makes his way to you then kicks you with his boot. “Didn’t I tell you to stay next to me?”

You ignore his question and ask him your own. “What’s Cinnabon?”

“M’serious,” he says. “No more wanderin’.”

“Yeah, yeah. No wanderin’.” you mock his Southern accent once more. But more importantly, you demand answers. “Tell me about Cinnabon.”

“They’re just cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon. Bun. S’in the name, genius.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t like those much either, then.”

“Actually, they were pretty good. Big and gooey, covered in icing. You were supposed to split ‘em with someone but I never did.”

“Ah, right. You and your sweet tooth,” You smile.

“I don’t have a sweet tooth,” Joel lies. “Keep movin’.”

So you do. There’s a lemonade stand here and there, but mostly shops now. A bookstore, jewelry stores. Something called “Wet Seal”. You ask Joel what it is, to which he replies “Fuck if I know.”

A shoe store has piqued Joel’s interest. He’s looking for a new pair of boots as you stare out the window of the shop, wondering who the hell Victoria is and what secret she’s hiding. Joel taps you on the arm to tell you to follow him as he leaves the shoe store.

“What’s Victoria’s Secret?”

“Oh,” Joel says. “Nothin’. We don’t need to go there.”

Oof. Bad move, Joel. Now you have to find out what the deal is with Victoria’s Secret. You take off for the store, ignoring Joel’s orders to stick by his side. “Did she have a secret affair with President Colonel Sanders?”

“No, god dammit. Get back here. We ain’t goin’.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t wanna.”

But you do. So you ignore his bitching and approach the store, stopping when you realize exactly what kind of store it is. “Oh.”

Joel catches up to you. “Mhm,” he mumbles. “S’just underwear. Now c’mon, I’m tired of chasin’ ya.”

“No way,” you argue. “I need new underwear. I’m actually going commando right now, so this is perfect.”

Joel makes a face like he’s in pain and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ. Boundaries.”

You don’t believe in TMI.

You enter the store, entranced by the women in the photos and the black sparkly floor. There’s a big table with panties laid on top, drawers underneath that indicate sizing. You open the drawers with your size and begin sifting through the underwear. All different styles, patterns, colors. Way cuter than the few you have back in Jackson.

You pick out a few different pairs. Brown with pink polka dots, pink with red roses. Some bikini styles, some boyshorts. You hold up a white pair with lace and a little blue flower sewn on the center of the waistband. “Joel, look! Aren’t these cute?”

“Just adorable,” he mumbles without bothering to actually look. If his voice were any more full of sarcasm he’d choke. Joel keeps his eyes firm on the ground, like he’s being intimidated by the mannequins and their threatening panties. You giggle and he shoots you a warning look.

You look for a few more pairs, then find a few pairs that look a little different. You hold one up, trying to figure out which side you put your legs through. When you look at the nearly bare-assed woman in the advertisement that reads 5 for $20 above you, you realize how it’s meant to be worn. Oh, you think. Neato. You stuff a few of the thongs in your bag. Could be fun.

Joel’s still behind you, eyes still focused on the floor, off in his own, prudish little world. You wonder what he’s thinking. There’s a fire engine red thong in the drawer, with sparkles and lace. You know, the works. And you know it’ll be just perfect for a special someone. “Hey, Joel. Found some for you.”

“Not interested.”

You loop the thong over your index finger and pull back with your other hand, then shoot it at Joel like it’s a hair tie. It hits him square on his nose and he catches it in his hand, then throws it on the ground as he pouts. “Alright, enough. You’re done. We’re leavin’.”

You shake your head. “Tommy said I’m in charge.”

Joel groans. “Oh, for the love of god. In charge, my ass.”

You know better than to keep arguing. So you just walk towards the bras, ignoring Joel’s voice in the background telling you to get back here. He hates it when you walk away from him when he’s speaking, so he always follows you so that you hear every last word. It works out, though. You get to do what you want, and Joel gets to give you his stern talking-to. How’s that for a compromise?

The bras are set up similarly to the panties, with different drawers for different sizes. Joel’s still going off about how you never follow orders, how you probably don’t even need any of this, you’re just doing it to get under his skin. And it’s working. Something about how when we get back to Jackson, I’m telling Tommy to take me off of patrol with y–

You interrupt. “The fuck?”

“What?”

“What does any of this mean? 30A, 30B, 32A, 34C, 34DD?” You hold up different bras and show him the tags.

“Those are sizes, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I gathered that, thanks. But what’s my size?”

“Why’re ya askin’ me? Just grab one so we can go. Christ almighty.”

Men. No help at all.

Surely a store that specializes in bras must have some sort of sizing chart or something. There’s end caps with different beauty products, you stuff a strawberry flavored lipgloss in your pocket as you search. The register might have something, you guess. And lucky you, you’re right. Under the counter are a few measuring tapes and charts.

Predictable Joel follows you, of course. He says nothing as you read through the instructions. First wrap around your back, under your armpits and just above your bust. That’s your band size. Then do the same with your bust, and subtract the band size from the bust. There’s your A, B, C, D and so on.

You take off your hoodie and stand in just a tank top, no bra. When you said commando, you meant it. Joel watches you as you wrap the measuring tape around yourself.

“Sweetheart,” Joel interrupts, and he sounds exhausted. “What are you doin’.”

“Making you a Cinnabon, what’s it look like?” you mumble with your chin smushed into your neck as you try to read the numbers on the tape.

And Joel thought Ellie was annoying.

You’ve got the measuring tape twisted and tangled behind you, and you don’t even realize it. The inner contractor in Joel can’t bear to watch any more of this fuckery. “Give me that,” he spits, yanking the measuring tape away from your body. “You’re useless.”

Joel looks over the directions for a moment before tapping your arms. You lift up, he wraps the measuring tape properly around your body. There’s a nearby pen and he scribbles the number down, then lowers the measuring tape, his thumbs skating over the clothed flesh of your breasts. Your nipples harden as his fingers brush them accidentally.

And you thought the thong you shot at Joel was red. It doesn’t even begin to compare to the shade of crimson Joel’s face turns as he realizes what he’s done. Quickly, he drops the measuring tape and writes down the second number and your bra size. “Ther-” his voice cracks and he clears his throat. “There. Go find your bra. Then we’re leavin’, and I’m not arguin’ this time.”

You smirk at his vocal mishap. “Okay. But I have to try them on first.”

“You never make things easy for me, do you?”

Joel follows you as you look for a few different bras in your size. You pick out a few that match your panties, and a few others. There’s a silky black bra with so much memory foam padding that it rivals your pillow at home. Again, perfect for your special someone.

Joel’s smelling different perfumes when you sidle up to him and lay the bra on his head, the large cups sitting on either side of his scalp. “Mickey Mouse,” you tell him.

Joel glares at you as he removes the bra and drops it on the floor. “You are giving me a fuckin’ aneurysm.”

You look pleased with yourself, which only makes him more pissed off. But the table next to Joel catches your eye. There’s a pretty satin babydoll dress, with a matching pair of panties. It’s a nice light pink color, with pretty floral lace. “Hmm.” you mumble, thinking to yourself.

Joel watches your eyes leave his face as you become distracted. “What?” he turns his attention toward where your vision is focused. “Oh. Nope. You don’t need that.”

“Why not?”

“You said you needed underwear. S’lingerie. All them frills and lace…” Joel trails off.

“I think it’d be nice for a date night.”

Joel’s jaw clenches slightly. “I do not envy the poor bastard who takes you home,” he says. He’s probably just annoyed, at his wit’s end with you. Probably not jealous. Definitely not jealous. “But guys don’t give a shit what you’re wearin’, honey. Just wanna get what’s underneath. S’a waste of time.”

You shrug and grab your size in the lingerie anyway. Then you take off towards the dressing rooms to try everything on. You enter the first room on the right, and Joel sits at a bench directly across, just a few feet away from you.

You try on a couple of bras and feel pleased when they fit and support you. They make the girls sit pretty, too.

You take off the bra and eye the pretty babydoll and its matching bottom. So you try it on, and it’s gorgeous. It frames you nicely, sits right above your ass to show off the panties. You admire yourself in the mirror for a while before deciding you’ll save it for a date night. Fuck what Joel says. Maybe he doesn’t like lingerie, but that doesn’t mean you can’t.

Things are going smoothly until you try to unhook the babydoll in the back. It’s stuck or something. You fidget with it for a second, accidentally smacking your elbow against one of the dressing room walls in the process.

“Y’alright in there?” Joel calls out to you.

“Fine, just uh…” You step out of the dressing room. “Need your help with the hook in the back. It’s stuck.”

Joel looks like a deer in the headlights when you stand before him, clad in your pink satin babydoll and matching panties. You leave the changing room door open, Joel stares at your ass on the mirror attached to it. He’s all flustered, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Lord have mercy.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re not a lingerie guy.”

Joel swallows thickly. “I don’t know about that, exactly.”

“No?” You raise an eyebrow. Joel, suddenly a man of few words. How much nicer he is when he’s quiet, you think. “How about you unhook it so I can change?”

“Yeah I could uh…do that.” Joel stands up, then carefully holds the straps of your dress between his fingers. His featherlight touch leaves goosebumps on your shoulders. “Shouldn’t be wearin’ this. It’s very impractical.”

“I know, Joel. You mentioned that.”

His hands trail lower down the straps, his fingers resting against your skin. “Uh huh. Cheap material…could get torn very easily f’ya aren’t careful.”

And then his fingers are moving up the straps again. He places two hands on your hips and turns you around, fingers skating across your ass cheeks. You feel his body step closer to yours, his hot breath on your neck as he whispers, “M’sure it's not stitched too good. Probably not easy to clean, either.” He catches you off guard when you look at yourself in the mirror. He’s staring intently at the reflection of your body, then his eyes flicker to yours.

“Right,” you agree.

Joel’s scanning your body again, observing how the fabric falls around your curves just so. He looks hungry, like the moment you peel your eyes from him he’ll devour you.

“Are you gonna take it off of me?” He ignores your question as he pinches the bottom of your babydoll between his fingers, the soft satin tickling your skin as he moves the fabric. “Joel?”

“Yeah, hon. I’m gettin’ there. Be patient f’me, now.” Your stomach flutters at the low timbre of his voice, the way he purrs in your ear. Joel absolutely does not like lingerie. Not one bit, god dammit.

His eyes are darkened with lust as he sucks in a breath, admiring the way your breasts sit beneath the clothing, the way it drapes over your stomach and rests on your hips. One of the straps falls off your shoulder and he clicks his tongue. “See? S’no good.”

“Guess so,” you agree, and he places the strap back on your shoulder, his fingers lingering for a moment too long as he contemplates his next move.

“Closer,” he pulls your hand towards himself, and you step backward. He lets his hands slide down your body over the lingerie and you watch him frown in the mirror, his hands stopping when he reaches the bottom of your dress. “N’it covers up all these pretty curves…” Joel lifts up the fabric, inspecting the craftsmanship of your panties. He takes note of the way they’re darkened beneath your core, sticky with your arousal. “These panties…thin, huh?” He traces a finger delicately over the strap on your hip, pulling it back and snapping on your skin.

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Joel,” you breathe shakily, “You’re teasing me.”

“M’sorry, darlin’. Just tryna show ya somethin’.” You watch as he trails a finger over your mound, dragging it across the damp cloth and finding your clit over the fabric. He rubs steady circles as he whispers, “See, now look at that. You’re stainin’ em. Makin’ a big fuckin’ mess of yourself.”

You bite back a moan. “Joel, what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like, I’m makin’ a Cinnabon.” Joel mocks you from earlier, but you don’t catch his snide teasing. You’re foggy headed and lost in this moment. “I just said I’m tryna show ya somethin’. Now hush while I’m speakin’.” He pushes your panties to the side, smirking when he feels how soaked your soft folds are as he drags his fingers up and down your slit. Your knees weaken and wobble, and Joel wraps an arm around your waist to guide you back some more. He sits on the bench with you on his lap, tapping a foot in between yours. You spread your legs and your stomach flutters feeling his hardness press against you. You watch him through the mirror as he speaks quietly into your ear, his breath tickling you as two of his thick fingers breach your entrance and push inside. “You said this lil’ number would be nice for a date, right?”

You nod while whimpering, turning your face into his neck. With his other strong hand, he holds your jaw and turns your attention back to the mirror in front of you. “S’matter? Don’t be gettin’ all bashful on me now,” he murmurs. He’s curling his fingers, swirling them inside you and memorizing every inch of your walls. “Watch how I touch ya.”

You watch his fingers twitch and dance under your pretty pink panties. You peel your eyes away to look at his face, and he’s focused on his hand between your thighs.

“S’pose it could be nice for a date,” Joel breathes. “You’d wear this, what, under a pretty dress or somethin’?”

You nod again.

“And then when that pretty dress comes off that evenin’, then what happens?”

“I-I dunno, Joel.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart. I’ll tell you what happens. Your gentleman's gonna take one look at this little getup and rip it right off. Leave it in shreds on the floor and break your poor heart.”

You’re waiting for Joel to do just that. But he doesn’t, he just keeps fingering you under your panties. Two fingers deep inside you, thumb painting circles into your clit. There’s a heat building in your stomach, tickling you from the inside. Joel takes a moment to lift you up, undo his jeans and pull himself out before he begins to rock against you. His head nudges between your cheeks, warm and smooth and hard. How you wish you could see it, hold it in your hand, feel him with your tongue. You squirm against him and find his free arm, hugging it tight to steady yourself on him. Joel chuckles in a low tone.

“But I know you feel pretty,” Joel continues, “M’gonna work around it for ya, baby, but only if you’re good t’me. You know what that means?”

You’re irritated as you shake your head no. Joel’s using his fingers to taunt you, tease you. He knows just how he’s working you up, giving you just enough to keep you squirming but not enough to send you over the edge.

“It means–” Joel pulls his fingers away from your core and you groan. “Shush. Quit your whinin’.” He pushes you up by your hips so he can pull his pants down a little further, then sits you on his lap again, this time with his cock sitting between your folds and your panties pulled as far to the side as he could get them. With his hands still on your hips, he guides you up and down, up and down, coating himself in your arousal. You can just barely make out the shape as his tip rubs against your clit. He continues, “Means no more wanderin’,” he pulls the top of the babydoll down and watches your tits fall out, his both hands leaving your hips and sliding up to play with your breasts. “Y’come prepared for patrol,” he notches his stiff cock at your dripping entrance, “And I’m in charge. Not you. We clear?”

You nod. You’re not sure how he did it, but with Joel’s teasing, he’s seemingly melted away every bit of attitude in you.

“Good girl. Now don’t say I don’t do nothin’ for ya.”

With that, he thrusts up into you, parting your insides. You watch his cock disappear inside of you before throwing your head back on his shoulder with a moan. Joel smirks before using a firm yet gentle hand to guide your head back where he wants it. “Watch,” he coos, reminding you. “You’re pretty like this.”

Joel uses his hands on your hips to bounce you on his cock, then lets them glide up your body. He palms your breasts, squeezing and watching your flesh move and bulge under his fingers. He gropes you a couple of times while pinching and twisting your nipples, enjoying the way your moans change pitch with the action.

While Joel plays with your nipples, you ride him. Your thighs ache and tremble, knees shaking. You bounce yourself on him a little longer before letting yourself go limp.

Joel takes the hint, drops his hands to your hips and picks up where you left off. You lean back and let him do his thing. “Gonna make me do all the work for ya, huh?”

You say nothing, just let those sweet sounds fall from your lips as he fucks you. You reach between your thighs and touch what you can of him, unsatisfied with the way you didn’t get to before. Joel makes a noise, seemingly enjoying it.

He kneads your ass as he uses his strong arms to move you up and down, snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck,” he hisses. He lets out breathy sounds, grunts and growls tickling your ear and making the hair on your neck stand straight up. He’s sweating, soaking through his shirt and making your back feel damp. You’ll take what you can get of Joel right now, but you’re wishing you could see him better. Feel him more, his skin, watch his muscles twitch under you. Or above you. You don’t have a preference at the moment.

“Joel,” you moan. “Oh, Joel.”

He smirks, pleased with the noises you make. Pleased with your lack of words, your lack of attitude. How docile for him you are. He would have fucked you long ago if he knew you’d be like this. So well behaved.

He turns his face into your neck and bites down. Hard. He soothes the marks over with his tongue, whispering nothings into your skin. You find your clit with your hand and begin circling it while Joel fucks into you. You think you have the right. Joel, however, disagrees.

“Hey,” he smacks your hand away. “What’d we talk about? Who’s in charge?” You move your hand between your thighs again, and Joel circles your wrist with his fingers and holds it away from you. “I asked you a question.”

“You are, Joel,” you breathe.

“S’right. Means I take care of ya,” In the mirror, you watch Joel let go of your wrist and find your clit himself. “Thought you’d know better. Just sit pretty. S’all ya gotta do.”

“Joel,” you whisper, “Let me come,”

“What’s the magic word, hon?”

“Please,” you beg. “Please. Make me come for you, I want–I wanna come on your cock, please. Please, Joel.”

“Wrong,”

You huff, exasperated and frustrated.

“It’s Cinnabon.”

Joel shifts himself on the bench, finding the perfect angle. He continues fucking you, effortlessly finding that sweet spot inside you. He pulls back the hood of your clit, fingers painting the sensitive nub as he begins his work. Your thighs tremble and shake, he keeps you pressed tight to his chest.

He’s magic. You’re moaning with abandon, eyes darting between the picture between your thighs and his face, and he’s playing with you like he owns you.

“Right there,” you tell him. “Right there, Joel.”

Soon enough, your moans become breathier and broken, spread out between a medley of curse words and Joel’s name.

“Yeah,” he says. “Look at you, comin’ so nice on my cock.”

You squeeze Joel’s working arm as you come, nails digging into his hot skin, feeling his tendons and muscles twitch under your fingertips. Your walls pulse and contract with your orgasm, the pleasure built up deep inside you spilling over and coursing through your veins.

You’re limp against Joel, letting him use you as he chases his own release. He sits you straight up, bounces you harshly for a moment before breathing through his gritted teeth. You pull your attention from the mirror in front of you and focus your vision on your lap, watching as he comes inside you. Watching yourself soak his cock. He keeps you moving, his spend spilling out of you and over your pink panties.

Joel pulls your body off of him and sits you back down. His spend continues dripping out of you, spilling onto the bench. He gets your clothes out of the dressing room and places them next to you, then stands you up and unclips your babydoll dress in the back. You forgot about that. But he did say he was getting to it, after all.

He pulls the garment off of you, then helps you out of your stained panties. He helps you into a new pair of panties, the white pair with the little blue flower on the waistband. “So you’re not goin’ commando anymore,” he says. Then he dresses you in one of your new bras, your shirt and your pants. The lingerie lays crumpled on the floor.

“So you still don’t like lingerie?” you ask.

Joel shrugs. “Keep it. I don’t care,” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You tried your shit on, we’re leavin’.”

That’s fine by you. Next stop is Bath and Body Works. You spotted it earlier, and you actually know what that store is. You’re low on body sprays and you’re gonna make Joel help you pick out some new ones, even if you have to drag him kicking and screaming.

‘Cause Tommy said you’re in charge.

Part two here

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— egoist + yoichi isagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — teasing isagi is great. in fact, it's all fun and games...until his ego comes out to play.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, established relationships, smut, makeout sessions, dry humping, ruined orgasms, clothed!sex, spit!kink, pro player + mean!isagi... he's very condescending not beta read ! - fem!reader.

⭑ words — 1.5K.

⭑ notes — hi !! lmao this is super last minute but i wanted to post something for isagi's bday because i'm obsessed with him !! i blacked out when writing this lmao fhbgb enjoy!! - m.list ✩

make-outs with isagi always start off soft and slow.

you’re always curled up cuddling, tucked into his side with his head atop yours and no matter what you’re doing together — he’s always overwhelmed with this sudden urge to kiss you. yoichi will dwell on it for a while, blue eyes peering down at you while you’re distracted. overthink the best way to kiss you, if you’re in the mood, if you want to be touched.

in the end you catch him staring and a smile that makes his heart race in the way that it does on the pitch breaks out across your darling features. “yoichi,” you croon knowingly, cocking your head to the side playfully. “i know you wanna kiss me.”

“yeah, precious?” a grin to rival your own tugs in the corners of his lips, isagi looking effortlessly sexy with his dark hair in his eyes and his tongue poking in his cheek while he thinks of his next move. “how’dya know?”

“you’re staring.”

“i like the way you look. s’cute.” he taunts.

you shift and face him fully, narrowing your eyes before you counter. “then why don’t you do something about it?”

“can’t,” he shoots back smugly. “you talk too much.”

“and you think too much—!”

isagi gets hot and bothered when you play cat and mouse, he can’t help but lean in and capture your lips in a soft kiss to test the waters and see how far he can push you. he puts a hand on your chin, holding your face up to his and smirks against your lips when you work your own against him. they move together, tender and curious like the gentle push and pull of a tide guided by the moon up high — but waves always crash against the shore like dopamine hitting all the right points in the striker’s brain.

you flip a switch inside of him and the lights come on in the home of his mind. it’s when your delicate fingers traverse upwards, landing on the nape of his neck to toy with the tiny black curls there. you tug on his roots and isagi goes wild, his mouth becoming feverish against yours— tongue darting out to swipe over the seam of your lips in a silent plea for more.

along the way he manages to roll you over, so you go from being by yoichi’s side to lying underneath him— trapped in a lion’s cage. there’s a hand just above your head and one working it’s way up your shirt, your eyes are hooded and darkened and isagi’s are scrambled and feral. crazy. in the same way he gets when he’s piecing himself together during a match. this happens when you don’t let him in, when you kiss him with only your lips and tease him past the point of return.

the striker pulls back, figuring you out as he pins you to his bed with strong, slender hips— his hands leaving you to run through silky black locks and to cup his chin. “what’s the matter, egoist?” you lay waiting, panting beneath isagi while you look up at him and dare him through your lashes. “thought you wanted to kiss me.”

this is where everything changes; you lose your soft, loving isagi the moment you decide to provoke the little monster inside of him. “don’t push,” he breathes, his voice thick and husky. low in the way that makes lighting strike all the way down your spine. “you know how that ends for you, precious.” he knows you better than anyone else, what makes you tick and twitch. so he grinds down against you, just above where you need him and swoops down with a ravenous mouth when your lips part to sing isagi’s praises — eyes blowing wide as he ruts his dick into your soft tummy.

his tongue glides over yours eagerly, tasting everything you have to offer him, pushing into your mouth with a domineering force. you writhe against yoichi and mewl his name between the slipperiness of your kisses— swapping spit with your noses pressed right up against each other and your breathing so ragged that you feel as though you might pass out. your mouths slot perfectly together, moving so fast that the pace of your sloppy make out is almost bruising.

“yoichi,” you sigh out when you finally get the chance to take in some air though your chest won’t stop heaving. “goin’ too fast. w-what’s the matter, pretty boy?” your attempt to get back at him is weak, bucking your hips upwards to chase the friction that your boyfriend refuses to give you.

now it’s his turn to tilt his head to the side, licking at the string of saliva that connects your lips to his. “w-what’s the matter pretty boy?” he mocks you with a calculated thrust of his hardness against you— stickiness from his tip oozing against your skin. pouting, you fight against isagi for something. anything. you need him and he’s dangling that pleasure just above your head. “what’s the matter with you, hah? so pretty, precious. so needy. you want it that bad.” he sucks his teeth, mimicking your pout the more you grow desperate, sneering evilly as you lock your eyes away to fight off the frustrated tears.

“oh no, you don’t get to do that. open those pretty eyes for me precious,” yoichi growls but touches you tender, his hand cupping the roundness of your cheeks as he drags you up to face him. “you wanna mess around with me? fine. you wanna tease me? ‘m good with that. but you look at me. only me.” when he tells you that he means it and when you nod your head despite the whimper — agreeing to your boyfriends terms, he rewards you by shifting back and pressing the chubby outline of his dick against your molten core as his tongue laps into your mouth to swallow your moans.

then he’s sucking on your tongue, the rough pads of his fingers trickling up and down your sides, squeezing your ass and dragging you up to meet the carnivorous pace of his hips as they piston into you. you do your best to keep your eyes on him, despite the tears that pool in them, watching isagi devour you from below and his facade fall apart when his sticky tip catches on the hood of your swollen clit.

a wet patch from your naughty little pussy forms on the front of his sweat pants from just how much it drools and how much precum smears isagi smears against you. “where’s your fight precious? thought you wanted to tease me.” his limbs ache and muscles burn with desire as he works himself against you, panting into your open mouth and filling you with nothing but him. “c’mon… gimme somethin’, precious girl.”

he spits the words into your mouth, laughs as you clench around nothing and chase the delicious drag of his cock between your clothed folds. “mm… yo—!” but you can’t say anything, you can’t do anything because the way isagi talks down on you but grinds into you like he loves you is too embarrassing for you to bare. “s-stop, s’mm…it’s—“ you drawl all dreamy like, a familiar twist in your gut telling you that you’re close, that he’s pleasured you beyond what you can take and he’s not even touched you properly.

“you don’t want me to stop, baby. i know what you need,” isagi grunts as he sucks on your lower lip, takes it between rows of pearly whites and drags it away from you with a hooded stare, sapphire eyes sending you spiralling. his cock pulses against your sweltering pussy, soaks through your pants and drives you up the wall. “you want me t’get you there. you can cum like this, you’ve done it for me before…”

“i-i’ll do it again, please yoichi! ‘m…i-i’m,” you babble brainlessly, fingers finding his hair again and scratching at yoichi’s scalp the way he likes. in the way that started this whole ordeal— changing the path of your makeout from soft to sexy. “i’m close!”

all he does is grunt, shuddering under your touch, circling his hips until both of your eyes roll back. “i know precious. i know. i’ll get you there— make you c-cum, shit.”

and you’re about to burst, eyes drifting shut. you can feel it as you wrap your trembling thighs around isagi’s waist and match the way he grinds against you. your brain is muddled, dazed and fixated on his lips and the way he might sound when he shoots is load between your legs…but in an instant it all gone.

your eyes flutter open once again— revealing the monster you’ve made of yoichi isagi. his blue eyes delirious, his lips curled into a cruel smirk while your orgasm fades away and you whine out for him.

“thought i told you to keep looking at me,” he snarls wickedly, lifting his hips away from you, watching you pathetically chase the friction. “guess you don’t know how to listen, precious. that’s okay though, i’ll just have fuck you good ‘n proper... get inside you, fuck you up and make sure that i get it through your pretty little head. you only look at me.”

make-outs with isagi always start off soft and slow. but if you push the right buttons, his egoist always swoops in to fuck you right.

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beenbaanbuun · 3 months

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enemies w/ wooyoung

“i can’t believe i have to share a room with you,” wooyoung spits as he dumps his bag on the floor at the side of his bed. he wastes no time in throwing himself down onto the matress, keeping a stern aye on you as you make your way inside, “out of all the people on this trip, its you.”

you scoff as you follow him, slamming the door in your wake. trust you to draw the same colour marble as him. jung fucking wooyoung. number 1 on your hit list ever since the very first time he pulled your hair in junior school. hatred may have been a strong word, but it wasn’t nearly strong enough for the way you feel about him.

and now you have to spend the next week of your life in a combined space with him. perhaps you’ve done something wrong that the universe is punishing you for. maybe it’s a curse, or some evil spirit messing with you. you’re not entirely sure, but either way you’re certain something is out for your blood.

“the couch is available if you want it,” you snarl, barely able to keep a modicum of civility when it comes to wooyoung. there’s just something about him that makes you so inexplicably mad, “you know, if you have that much of a problem with me.”

“i’m fine here, actually,” he puts his hands behind his head in a display of arrogance. it’s difficult not to go over there and slap it out of him as you move to sit on your own bed, “but you can go and sleep there if you want; you won’t find me stopping you.”

you scoff, “what exactly is your problem with me?”

it’s hypocritical of you to ask that, you know. if anyone has the problem, its you. you’re the one who’s always fought against him; eye rolls and back handed comments the only things you give him whenever he’s around you. and you’re the one who’s always arguing with him over the tiniest of things, even if you know deep down that he’s actually right. some days you can’t even find a reason behind your incessant need to hate him, but that never stops you.

he’s just so annoying.

“you’re a stuck up little princess,” wooyoung supplies with that cocky grin still spread across his face. god, what you wouldn’t do to wipe that away and put him in his place; it’s almost a desperate need that you have to knock him down a few pegs.

“anything else, youngie,” you throw the nickname at him like it’s an insult. he catches it effortlessly, chuckling at your attempt to throw him off.

“yes,” he pushes himself from the mattress, sitting himself up straight so he can look at you; look down at where you lay on the bed beside him. so cute, with your arms crossed over your chest in a petulant attempt to act tough in front of him. it doesn’t work, your little act. not with the way your arms push your tits together, making your cleavage look so fuckable. wooyoung’s dick twitches in his sweatpants, “most of my problems are about you, actually.”

cliche, you think as you roll your eyes; of course he thinks you’re the cause of all his problems. just because he doesn’t like you, doesn’t mean he has to blame everything on you.

still, you’re curious.

when he starts talking again, you’re all ears.

“like how you think you’re so tough when you’re being a condescending little brat, when actually it just makes me want to pull you over my lap and make you scream,” the words take a second to sink in, but when they do, your jaw drops. he smirks, “or when you bite your lips when you’re mad; it just makes me think about how pretty they’d look wrapped around my cock.”

you can’t help the way your eyes flicker to the crotch of his sweats. he’s hard, or halfway there at least. fucking huge too, by the looks of it. you dart out your tongue to lap at your dry lips. holy fuck, what’s happening to you.

“and do you know that i see these pretty little things in my dreams?” a single finger brushes gently over your nipple, hard and visible through the thin material of your t-shirt. you suck in a sharp breath, barely catching a moan before it slips out, “wake up covered in my own cum every single time. dream you is just such a good little slut for me.”

the hand that sits gently on your tit begins to move, climbing gently up your chest until it lands on your neck. he squeezes down lightly, your head spinning under the barely there pressure.

“it’s a shame real life you takes a little more taming, hm?” wooyoung drawls as he bends down to your level. warmth spreads across your face as your lifelong enemy blows a stream of cold air over your face, chuckling to himself when you shiver.

how the fuck had you let this happen? one second you’re sure you had the high ground, and the next you have a hand around your throat and wetness leaking from your pussy. part of you wants to fight back. spit in his face and push him away. set a boundary and let him know that this, whatever the fuck this is, will never happen.

what scares you is that an even bigger part of you is begging you to give in.

and it’s a really shame that you’ve never been very good at saying no to yourself. it makes it borderline impossible for you to listen to that ever-shrinking part of your brain that’s telling you to run.

“wooyoung,” you whisper, although youre not even sure of your next words yourself. you haven’t decided whether this is going to happen or not. whether you’re going to let him tame you like he so clearly wants to. you open your mouth, hoping to all that is holy that you make a good choice.

“what do you want, baby?”

“fuck me,” you say.

oh…

“such a good girl.”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez smut #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung fanfic #wooyoung oneshot

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asbealthgn · 1 year

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It occasionally happens that Steve or Robin will desperately need each other at suboptimal times of day.

It was like this for a while last summer after Starcourt and now it’s happening again in the aftermath of Vecna. Sometimes, Robin will wake up from a nightmare at three in the morning and ride her bike over to Steve’s house. If his parents are gone, she’ll let herself in with the spare key he gave her. If they’re home, she’ll stand by the pool and toss rocks at his window until he wakes up and comes down to meet her. Other times Steve will be on his second night in a row of no sleep and will drive over to Robin’s house to sneak in through her window.

Tonight is one of those nights.

He parks around the corner and walks towards the Buckleys’ house as quickly and casually as possible. He’s always a little worried about their neighbors spotting him and getting suspicious, but no one has said anything yet.

At this point, he’s perfected silently climbing the trellis and creeping along the roofline to Robin’s window. But tonight, he gets halfway there before realizing that the window is open, soft voices wafting out. He moves closer, staying low, and tucks himself under the window until the voices coalesce into words.

“—I do get it, though,” Robin whispers.

“It just sucks,” the other voice says—Eddie. That’s weird, Steve didn’t know they hung out like this. “‘Cause I know there’s no way he’s ever gonna feel the same.”

Steve wonders who they’re talking about. Who Eddie has a crush on. At least, that’s what it sounds like they’re discussing. And he realizes he should probably leave, since this likely isn’t a conversation he’s supposed to be overhearing, but he can’t help sticking around. He’s curious.

“I mean, you can never really know,” Robin says, “But in this case, yeah. Doesn’t seem likely.”

Eddie makes a sad noise that cuts right through Steve. It kind of makes him want to find whatever guy Eddie is into and shake him until he apologizes for making Eddie feel this way.

“I know,” Eddie says, “I’ve made my peace with that. Mostly. I just—don’t want to fuck anything up, you know? Don’t want my stupid feelings to get in the way of our friendship.”

So the guy is a friend of Eddie’s. That sort of narrows the pool, but Steve definitely doesn’t know all of Eddie’s friends. It might be someone in his band, except they’re all kind of too young for him. Or maybe Jonathan? He sort of seems like the type of guy someone like Eddie could be into. It’s definitely not Steve. There’s no way he’s Eddie’s type.

He’s not sure why that thought is kind of disappointing.

“Your feelings aren’t stupid,” Robin says, voice gentle. “And even if he does find out, it’s not going to ruin your friendship. He’s a good guy. And he’s more emotionally intelligent than people give him credit for.”

“I know. But it would make things weird, and I don’t wanna make things weird. I like what we have.”

“For what it’s worth,” she says, “He does too. He loves being friends with you, and I think it would take a lot for him to give that up.”

Eddie makes a noncommittal noise. Whoever he likes, Steve thinks the guy’s an idiot if he doesn’t like Eddie back. He’s everything someone could want in a romantic partner—funny, sweet, smart but not in a condescending way, pretty, good with kids. What’s not to love? Steve would totally date him if he weren’t straight.

“And like I said,” Robin goes on, “You never know. Maybe he does like you back.”

“C’mon, Buckley,” Eddie says flatly, “You know that’s impossible. I mean, we’re talking about Steve here.”

Steve jerks at the sound of his name, smacking his head against the underside of the window frame. “Shit!” he hisses before he can stop himself, then freezes.

Inside, the voices have gone silent. There’s the creaking of springs like someone getting off the bed and then Robin is appearing at the window, poking her head out.

“Steve, oh my God,” she says, looking down at him.

He straightens, trying to act casual even though literally nothing about this is casual. “Oh, hey,” he says. Fuck, what was that? He’s playing this wrong. He glances through the window and sees Eddie still sitting on the bed, eyes wide. He looks petrified.

Abruptly, Eddie gets up and crosses to the window.

“Eddie, wait,” Steve says as Eddie climbs out of the window, not looking at him. He heads straight for the trellis without a backwards glance. “You don’t have to go,” Steve calls softly after him, but it’s too late. He’s already gone.

Robin sighs. “You should probably just come in,” she says.

Insides roiling with guilt, Steve climbs through the window and just stands there, not sure if he should say something. She crosses her arms and looks back at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. “Um—” he starts.

She rolls her eyes. “What the hell were you doing, dingus?”

“I’m really sorry,” he says, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just—I couldn’t sleep so I came over, and I saw the window was open so I got curious and I—I didn’t mean to overhear that. I mean, I had no clue you guys were talking about me.”

“Well, we were,” she says, sighing as she moves backward until she hits her bed, sitting down. Steve comes over and sits facing her. “And now you know.”

“Now I know,” he repeats. “Makes no fucking sense, but now I know.”

It really doesn’t. What the hell does he have that Eddie would want? He’s not exceptional in any way, not like everyone else in their group. He’s not into any of the things Eddie cares about. He’s not stupid—he realizes he’s a good-looking guy—but Eddie doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would like someone solely based on that. So why would Eddie possibly like him?

Robin is frowning at him. “What do you mean, makes no fucking sense?”

He shrugs. “Just, like, I don’t know why he would be into me,” he says, “I’m—boring.”

“You, Steve Harrington, are many things,” she says, putting a hand on his shoulder, “But you’re not boring. Do you really think that about yourself?”

Now he’s feeling defensive. “I dunno,” he says, “Maybe?”

“Okay, well, don’t,” she says, hard look in her eye. “I don’t want to hear anyone saying bad things about my best friend.”

That makes him smile. “Okay,” he says.

“Okay.”

He shifts in his spot. “So—since when do you and Eddie hang out in the middle of the night?”

“Since never, really,” she says, “I think he normally goes to Nancy. But the Wheelers are out of town, and I think he needed someone to talk to.” She shrugs. “And, you know, I’m kind of the expert on you.”

“Yeah, that’s accurate,” he says, grinning. “Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself.”

She smiles back at him. “Oh, absolutely.” Then her eyebrows pinch together. “So—you don’t mind? That he likes you?”

“No, of course I don’t mind,” Steve says, shaking his head. “If anything, I’m glad.”

“You’re…glad?”

“Yeah,” he says, “If he’s gonna like anyone, I’m glad it’s me.”

Then he frowns. Why would he rather Eddie like him than someone else? Why is it such a relief that Eddie said his name instead of Jeff or Jonathan?

Robin is looking back at him with her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “Steve do you—do you like him?”

He blinks several times. “Uh. I don’t—I’m not—”

What does this mean? If he wants Eddie to like him, does that mean he likes Eddie? He imagines for a second that Eddie does like someone else. He pictures him going on dates with some other guy, kissing some other guy. And it fills him with so much immense hatred for this faceless figment of his imagination. God, he’s jealous.

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

Robin takes both of his hands and squeezes them. “Holy shit,” she repeats.

He pitches forward and lets his head slump onto her shoulder. God, what does this mean for him? He doesn’t know what to do with himself. His world just got lifted up, spun around, and dropped back on its head with no warning. And now he’s just supposed to go about his life knowing that he has feelings for a guy. For Eddie.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Robin says, running her fingers through his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with having a crush on a guy.”

“I know,” he says, voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

“But I get how earth-shattering this is.”

He lifts his head to look at her and she gives him an encouraging smile. She squeezes his hands again.

“What do I do now?” he asks.

“Well,” she says, reaching up to flick a lock of hair out of his eyes. “I think you should probably go talk to Eddie.”

(part two here)

#steve realizing he has a crush on eddie bc he realizes he wants eddie to have a crush on him is my bread and butter #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #ficlet

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hoodzgyal · 10 months

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I feel like Dick and Jay r the exact opposites of each other when it comes to what they’re like in the bedroom? Like, Jason isn’t super degrading, he’s rough but he’s not huge on calling you names or making you feel less than, because honestly you feel too good for him not to. In his brain you deserve to know how good you feel and are for him <3

But Dick? Dick Grayson? Goody two shoes boy wonder? He’s vile. It’s not even like outright mean but it’s extremely backhanded (ex. “You’re so good for me.. I don’t even need a fleshlight, since you’d let me have you whenever, right? Y’re just so easy.”) he also def convinces you to do some downright filthy things because he’s got the prettiest eyes and knows just how to pitch his voice to make it sound like he’s just curious, and not the truth, which is he just wants to subtly humiliate you. He takes pictures of you during and after too.

jays just a gentle giant honestly. totally treats you like a princess, only really calls you sweet names and even when you ask him to degrade you, it’s always followed by a compliment. he can’t help the way praise falls from his lips as he cums, breathy moans of, “fuck, you’re so good for me, pretty girl,” and “takin’ me so fuckin’ well, you were made for me.”

also unrelated but his jersey accent comes out the more overwhelmed he gets😩😩 whines and moans as he drills your shit from behind, “you gon’ let me put it on you, baby? let me give you good dick, huh?” JAJDJDJDJDH NEED HIM IN MY GUTS NOWWW

dick however……… is SOOOO condescending !!! he says it all so sweetly with one of his winning smiles, and you’re too focused on his dick all in your guts to even process what he’s murmuring in your ear. says shit like, “look at you, such a pretty little whore for me,” and “smile for the camera, honey!”

and when you give a weak, fucked out smile as he rearranges your guts in missionary he laughs at you and murmurs from behind the camera, “what a slut, huh? smilin’ all in the camera for all the world to see?” knowing full well those videos and pictures are used solely as masturbation fuel for the two of you.

#— evie’s boytoys !#— evie speaks #IN TEARSSSS OHHHH MY FUCK #WHBDJSNDJ NEED NEED NEED NEEEEED #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd x black!reader #jason todd x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x black!reader #dick grayson x you

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zwolfgames · 2 months

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|Mistakes|Platonic Yandere Alastor x fem!reader

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Warnings: Violence, manipulation, Alastor

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (You are here)

"Come, sit. We still have some hours to pass."

You nod simply and sit politely on the summoned couch.

The Radio demon sitting at a not so comfrotable distance. Checking out your jellyfish cap from above.

"So tell me, my dear. How does one die and turn into a jellyfish? I'm so curious." Alastor hums in that slightly condescending manner.

"Burned at the stake."

You answer as un-emotionally as you could. It's been a long time since your death after all.... No use being upset about it now.

Alastor freezes for a moment, smile stiffening. "What was that now?"

"Burned, at the stake, like as a witch." You subtly glance at him.

Alastor seems just a tad bit caught of guard by that. Wich was strange... Nobody is meant to surpise the Radio Demon.

"Do explain, we have all the time." Alastor muses, now totally intrested in what tale you're about to tell.

"It's long ago, so I'll spare you the details-"

"I want the details."

..."Alright..." You began, recalling your life on earth... In unfortunate times. You told him the tale of your adulthood, when you had been married off by your parents to a richer man, as was standard.

You had never truly wanted a lover, for your own reasons. So when your husband had eventually gotten in his head that it was time for children, he may have come off too forcefull, you may have gotten scared...And he may he landed himself in the fireplace.

Perhaps it's ironic that you both died in the same, burned.

Alastor sat silently, listening to your every word as if it were gospel. He was incredibly intrigued at the vague mention of your unneed for romance.

He found you two more similar by the minute.

Thrid mistake: Romace is moronic, yes.

"You don't deserve to be here." Alastor speaks up after he let your story sink in for a moment. You freeze at the words, taking them more hostile then he meant.

"Excuse me?" You blink in confusion, not wanting to sound offended.

"You're excused..." Alastor smirks.

"No, I mean in hell. You barely did anything wrong... Just one murder? To save yourself? Come on now, you're a saint compared to the demons I know. Perhaps that's why you're so enticing." He leans to you to look into your eyes trough your deadly veil of tendrils.

"Its still a sin." You frown. It's obvious that the demons restraining himself from unescesailry touching you.

"Y/N, wouldn't you like to live in a safer area? Not one where your appartement may fall appart?" Alastor tilts his head, red and black hair bobbing to the side.

"I uhm... can't afford that?" You mention awkardly.

"What about, you come live in my territory, free of charge. All I want from you, is your compagnionship." Alastor smirks further."If this is a deal, then no thank you- respectfully." You begin.

Alastor halts you with a hand raised."No deal, just a little promise between friends."

You look into his eyes for a moment.

They don't give away anything in the slightest...

It's like you're being urged to agree.

Your appartement was in ruins..

He wasn't that bad to hang out with...

It couldn't be that bad, could it? It would be safe....

"I'll... do it? Pinky promise." You say unsurely.

Alastor visibly brightens as you stick your hand out from under your stinging veil, to pinky promise.

"It's a promise."

The rest of extermination had gone by quickly, Alastor and you had just talked more, he shared some of his own answer, wich he insisted were rare to hear.

When the battle of angels was finally over, the ruckus outside stopped and Alastor just... dissapeared, saying he had to get your residence ready.

You honestly just tought he had changed his mind and left you in your still blocked off appartement to starve.

So, as any logical person, you started making your way out, trying to get trough the rubble to get to your window, because you knew damm well that the hall way was totally ruined too.

After too much trouble then it should have been worth, you made it to the window and climbed out like worlds most inexperienced firefighter.

Landing safely on the yucky streets of hell, you took some steps back to take in your ruined appartement, years of work, gone!

You take just a moment to feel bad about everything before walking down the sidewalk to go think about what you'd do now.

It's a shame you only got half an hour to yourself before an all too expressive Radio demon appeared behind you. Quickly halting your walk with a black tentacle before you on the sidewalk.

"Why were you not in your appartement?" Alastor smiles, tough he hoped you didn't notice his little twitching eyelid or the way his sharp fingers were twitching occasionally.

"I was scared it would collapse." You explain calmly. The radio demon can't help but feel like he isn't fully in control here because of your stupid tendrils.

"It wasn't going to, my dear." Alastor reassures and tries and fails to find a way to lead you away by the shoulder.

"Well I didn't know that..." You frown slightly. Alastor falters and bends down to meet your eye again.

"Turn that frown upside down, dear. You're never fully dressed without a smile." Alastor motion to his own sharp toothed smile.

You give in and force a smile upon your face.

The Radio demon is almost offended at your fake little smile. But no matter, he'd make you smile genuingly soon. He did get you a nice house to live in, after all.

If he can't get your soul then the next best thing might aswell be having you as close as possible. In his territory. In a safe place.

Untill he figured out how to cut of those tendrils...

The next weeks went by smoothly. You had moved into the house you were promised and Alastor never failed to visit you daily.

Why he kept on his intrest, you didn't know, there wasn't anything to gain from you.

But well, you suppose overlords had diffrent plans..?

And they did... have very diffrent plans.

Like keeping a wonderfull compagnion such as yourself.

Eeveryday, Alastor got closer to finding a way to keep you, to cut off those pesky tendrils and just have his now dubbed 'friend' with him.

Surely you wouldn't mind. You wouldn't need those stingers anymore when he's here to protect you. And there's no reason to be scared of him since you both know he'd never touch you inappropriately.

Just all the time...And that forever.It's okay to hold your 'friends' isn't it? Especially if they're as cute as you...

Wich is why you found yourself in the middle of a tea party.

Your life had been peaceful and easy ever since Alastor let you live in his territory.

Altough it seemed as if none of the other residents wanted anything to do with you, you managed.

You had Alastor to keep you compagny.Just like today.Just a tea party.

The Radio demon took a sip of the tea you prepared.

You did the same.

He stopped.

You didn't.

And in one swift swoop, you found yourself wacked agaisnt the wall like a ragdoll. In complete confusion.

Seeing as nothing was supposed to even be able to touch you. No less harm you like this.

So with the pain tolerance of a toddler you slumped to the ground in pain. Clicking of shoes stopping right before you.

"You'll be fine, my darling." Alastor reassures as he looks down at you.

You gasp for air and get met with another hit. Onto the ground you fully went.

A painfull thud was felt against your head and you were out like a light.

Much to the Radio demons amusement.

You even looked peacefull, beaten up on the floor.

It was eternal.

And now it was his.

This sinner.

This sight.

All his.

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Requests are open as always.

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PLEEEAAASEEE MAKE MORE LARISSA WEEMS SMUT IM BEGGING ITS MY THERAPY AFTER SCHOOL

The Challenge (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

A bit of Sub!Larissa who appreciates size in the bedroom.

Author’s Note: This is one of the longest smut pieces I have ever written. Thank you so much to @alexusonfire for beta-ing!!!

Larissa couldn’t hide her displeasure with the sex scene at hand. Her nose crinkled, brow furrowed, and lip curled in complete disbelief that a woman could be screaming like this due to carnal pleasure. The scene continued on a few more seconds and the shapeshifter couldn’t help but scoff, earning the attention of you who sat curled into her side.

“What?” You inquired, eyes now focused up at the blonde, curious to what could have caused the headmistress to let out such an incredulous scoff. The shapeshifter shifted down into her seat, pulling you closer and partially wishing she hadn’t made her disapproval of the movie known.

The headmistress hummed thinking up her reply before responding nonchalantly, raking a hand through your silky locks as she did so, “Nothing... It’s just... Who actually makes that much noise? I mean... it’s just a little unrealistic.”

“I don’t know what you are referring to. I’ve heard you make noise in the bedroom.” You blinked quickly as you thought back to all of the times Larissa had moaned and cried out under your touch, disproving the headmistress’s argument.

The same disapproving look covered the headmistress’s face, her words tinged with disbelief that any woman could make such a display of herself in the bedroom, “Not like that.”

You only raised a brow. The blonde had struck a nerve and you were beginning to take the headmistress’s words as a challenge, “I could make you sound like that.”

“I don’t think so, darling. I’m just quieter in the bedroom. There is no way around it.” The headmistress apparently hadn’t noticed your intense gaze as the blonde continued watching the movie like she hadn’t imposed such a challenge on you.

It wasn’t until your wandering hands on her breasts accompanied by a growl that jolted the shapeshifter’s attention away from the tv screen. Quickly you readjusted your position to straddle the headmistress’s lap, hands pulling the blonde’s tank top top down to reveal her bare breasts. Your hands massaged them gently at first. Your eyes were dark as they met the headmistress’s, your voice conveying to Larissa what you had planned for the rest of the evening, “I can make you sound like that.”

“I don’t think you can.” The blonde’s tone was sweet, as always, coming off more condescending than anything. The shapeshifter truly didn’t believe the words she spoke, but the thought of riling you up more was irresistible.

You only smiled in response. The type of smile that made Larissa’s stomach flip for she knew the night would end with her on her knees or face into the mattress, unable to form a single coherent thought.

Larissa raised a hand to the back of your head, desperate to feel her lips against yours. When she leaned in to kiss you, however, you pulled away, the game was already afoot, “You can have a kiss when I’m finished with you.”

The blonde only huffed in response, already displeased she wasn’t getting her way. If one thing was true, it was the fact that the headmistress had spent much of the beginning of your sex life on the receiving end, always getting what she wanted sexually. As the you grew more comfortable with one another, the kinks began surfacing, leading to a whole new world in the bedroom.

You slipped off the shapeshifter’s lap, your hand swatting at the blonde’s thigh, “Get that pretty ass in the bedroom. I want you to strip before you get on that bed.”

Larissa did as she was told, stripping off her shirt before she even left the living room and tossing it back at you. Before she passed into the bedroom, she glanced at the clock above the mantle: 9:37pm, denoting the time as it would be hours before you would be finished with her.

Stripping herself of her pajama shorts and underwear, Larissa crawled into bed as quickly as possible, hoping she didn’t seem too overzealous for this challenge to get underway. While she hadn’t been too horny ten minutes ago, she had already soaked through her panties, but she wasn’t about to let you in on that information.

The shapeshifter lounged on the bed as she waited for you, a pillow tucked under her head and her legs lazily parted, anxious for you to get in there and fuck her already. It wasn’t until a couple minutes later that you walked in, naked and already wearing the harness with the usual 6in cock attached, but your left hand carried three different sizes of dildo, each one bigger than the last. The largest of the bunch seemed to have something attached to it, but what it was, the headmistress had no clue.

Larissa attempted to hide a shiver that traveled down her spine, but you caught the reaction, a pleased smile spreading across your face. Dropping the sex toys next to Larissa on the bed, your fingertips grazed the headmistress’s knees, teasing the blonde with your touch, “I think we should make a little wager. If I get you to scream and moan like the woman in the movie, then...” You trailed off, leaving your prize up to the headmistress.

“I’ll do that nude photoshoot you wanted and if I win... I want to fuck you with the nine inch.” Larissa was all too confident in her wager. Never in her life had she cried out in the bedroom like the woman in the film. Only quiet whimpers and moans had ever escaped her before she was with you.

You hummed at the offer, feeling an added pressure now that the headmistress planned to demolish you with the nine inch if you lost.You were so sure of yourself, you dipped her face low, pressing a kiss to your lover’s shin as you replied, “You have yourself a deal. Now, give me a kiss...”

The headmistress paused for a moment, knowing your intentions weren’t as pure as she would like to believe. She pushed herself up on her hands, leaning up, ready to kiss her beloved. You reached a hand out quickly, gripping the shapeshifter by the cheeks and squeezing, “Open your mouth for me.”

You could sense the headmistress’s hesitation when the blonde’s mouth only opened slightly, so you instructed the shapeshifter once more, “Open your mouth wider for me, slut.”

It took everything in you not to groan at the sight of the shapeshifter's doe eyes gazing up at you as she stuck out her tongue, ready to accept whatever you were about to do. You allowed the headmistress to sit like that for a moment, tongue outstretched, looking so vulnerable as she waited for the degradation that was to come. Finally giving in, you leaned over the blonde, gathered saliva in your mouth before spitting it into Larissa’s.

Larissa’s clit was absolutely throbbing and breath shaky from your actions and you hadn’t truly touched her yet. This was going to be a long night.

“S-” You were beginning to speak once more, but Larissa anticipated the thought, swallowing your saliva before you had a chance to order her to do so. This earned the headmistress an appreciative look from you as you stood looming over her, “Such a good little pet...” Your words made Larissa tremble, “Lay back for me.”

Doing as she was told, Larissa laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in anxious anticipation of what was to come. Chills ran across her body and she shook as you knelt between her legs. Slow, lazy kisses began to cover every square inch of the inside of her thighs. Larissa knew you wanted to tease and make her squirm and if the shapeshifter was perfectly honest with herself, you were doing an incredible job.

The kisses turned into long strokes of your tongue followed by subsequent sucking of the headmistress’s flesh. Larissa was aching to be touched by you. She wanted those devine hands to spread her open and rub at her clit. She wanted you to push her fingers deep inside her until your wedding ring disappeared, just as she always did. But the whole while, you didn’t seem particularly inclined on giving the shapeshifter what she absolutely craved.

Deep sighs from Larissa conveyed her displeasure with the lack of pleasure, but you only let out a wry chuckle, “If you want more, all you have to do is moan for me.”

The blonde clenched her jaw in defiance, not willing to give up so soon, or so easily for that matter. You were happy to see Larissa feeling so obstinate today. It would make the evening so much more pleasurable that way.

Dipping your face low, you finally made contact with her aching center, minorly relieving the shapeshifter of the desire she felt for you. Your tongue would always be Larissa’s undoing.

Your hands gripped the headmistress’s thighs, pushing them up and out to spread the shapeshifter even wider. Hungrily, you began lapping at the blonde’s core, tasting everything the headmistress had to offer.

The shapeshifter’s breathing was shaky, but nowhere near the screaming ecstasy you were aiming for. With each stroke of your tongue against the headmistress’s clit, the blonde released a sigh of pleasure, her hips pressing into the mattress beneath herself. The bit of sound was enough for you to smirk, knowing you were headed in the right direction.

The blonde was soon writhing under your tongue, but no loud sounds were emitted from Larissa, only the soft hums and sighs of a job well done. You were growing tired of the headmistress’s obstinance, knowing upping the ante was the only way for you to get your way.

Larissa released a huff of disappointment when you pulled away, but soon the blonde herself was smirking, as she had won the first round. The smile on her face soon disappeared when your disapproving gaze met the headmistress’s, “Flip over. I want your ass in the air and your hands behind your back.”

Doing as she was told, Larissa rolled onto her stomach, pulling up her knees to raise her ass in the air. She knew what you were planning for her. Wrapping her hands behind her back, the shapeshifter heard the opening and closing of your bedside drawer and soon felt the familiar sensation of her bondage cuffs being strapped to her wrists.

“The quiet ones are always the most fun to break,” You growled before she unceremoniously shoved the strap deep inside the headmistress.

Yet again, she only elicited a hum of pleasure from Larissa as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled. You quickened your pace, making sure each time you plunged deep into the blonde, you yanked the headmistress’s hips back against herself, hoping the roughness may bring out more noise. You grasped at the headmistress’s wrists, showing the cuffs were merely there for show from the way you held them firmly between your fingers.

“Is that all?” Larissa asked quietly, knowing this would egg you on even more. The blonde was more so hoping you would up the size of the strap, knowing you were well aware the 6in did nothing for her.

You growled, spare hand coming to rest on the headmistress’s ass, roughly squeezing and man-handling the flesh there, “Don’t play coy, dearest. We both know how much of a slut for me you can be. For someone insistent on not being an object, you certainly make a good fucktoy.”

A laugh resounded from the blonde, the need to challenge you was all too consuming. This only resulted in a loud smack as your hand came down on Larissa’s ass. The pain was absolutely divine and Larissa let out a small whine in hopes you would spank her once more. The headmistress got her way when three subsequent spanks followed, all of which caused the blonde to whine and whimper, but not nearly loud enough for you to win the bet.

With a frustrated sigh, you pulled from Larissa, knowing the only way to accomplish her goal was to push an even larger strap inside of the blonde. Pulling the 6in from the strap-on, you replaced it with the 8in, not quite ready to give Larissa the sizes that she found to be most pleasurable.

You teased the shapeshifter with the new strap, rubbing it against her entrance to lube it up before pushing it inside. You forced the strap to the hilt in one motion, earning an appreciative groan from Larissa. Louder but still not loud enough.

You found a good pace, not quite pounding Larissa, but firm enough to earn a whimper every few strokes. Reaching a hand around the headmistress’s hip, your hand found the blonde’s clit, rubbing small circles around the sensitive nub. This was a fail proof method in making Larissa cum.

You rutted against Larissa, the blonde’s whimpers still quiet, but now continuous as an orgasm drew near. Larissa seemed to mumble something, but not nearly clear enough for you to hear.

“Say it again? I didn’t hear you.” Your voice was so condescending, nearly enough to make Larissa cum just from hearing it. Reaching your spare hand up, you grasped the shapeshifter’s neck, pulling the tall woman up against you.

One hand squeezing her neck while the other manipulated her clit, the blonde was finding it hard to control herself, “P-please let me cum…”

Your hand came down hard on the headmistress’s ass, grasping at the flesh you spanked, “Who do you think you’re talking to, slut?”

“Ple-please let m-me cum, my love-” the headmistress was getting desperate for any form of relief.

“That’s better. Now beg harder, you’ve had it FAR easier than you deserve.”

Larissa began to beg, unlike anything you had ever heard before, “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-“ The woman’s words began to join together as she attempted to stave off an incoming orgasm. Her eyes squeezed shut, it was almost painful, the sensation of trying not to cum.

“Better.” You muttered, her grip tightening on the headmistress’s throat enough to restrict airflow for a fraction of a second, “Now cum for me.”

Your hand on her throat released when Larissa allowed herself to cum. The cry of pleasure that came from the shapeshifter was a hiss turned growl. You gritted your teeth, knowing the blonde was still keeping a lid on her cries of pleasure. Releasing Larissa from your grip, you watched as the blonde settled back into her previous position, ass held high in the air as she waited for another round. You knew she was trying to silently torment you.

Time to go up another size.

With a new dildo in place, you dipped two fingers through the headmistress’s cunt and now noticed Larissa had cum more than the one time she asked to. Her cunt was soaked, dripping down to create a wet spot beneath on the bed beneath her.

Pulling your fingers from the blonde’s pussy, you bent over Larissa, holding them out for her to suck clean. Greedily, the headmistress took your fingers into her mouth, earning words of encouragement from you, “Oh, yes, that’s a pretty slut...”

Satisfied with the blonde’s performance, you pulled your hand away, ready to begin pounding Larissa once more. You gripped Larissa’s hips hard enough to leave them bruised, watching the tip of the fake cock disappear into the shapeshifter.

Your gaze met the ceiling, settling into a wonderful rhythm that led to Larissa whining and moaning with each stroke. There was a reason this toy was Larissa’s favorite. Each time the shapeshifter came she buried her face in the pillow, making you smirk.

“You are the best fucktoy in the world. I’m so lucky to have you, my little slut.” You hummed, offering a few words of encouragement to the woman becoming a puddle beneath you. As a reward, you undid the fastenings on the cuffs, allowing Larissa to brace herself against the bed with her hands rather than her face.

Larissa took the cock so well. Her whimpers and moans were music to your ears as you knew the woman was melting into a puddle beneath you. While she wasn’t loud enough to win now, you knew once you went up another size, the blonde would come completely undone.

Staring down at where your bodies were connected by the fake cock, you adored the way it completely disappeared within her. Larissa could take so much it was admirable.

Increasing your pace, you began to pound Larissa, tilting your head to the side so you could watch the shapeshifter’s face. The blonde’s eyes were squeezed shut, moans pouring from her as she drooled onto the mattress beneath her. You slowed to a stop when Larissa regained control of herself and stopped moaning. You knew Larissa was almost at her limit when you finally pulled the strap from her, but the blonde still had one size left to go.

Replacing the 10in with the 12in, you grasped Larissa's ass once more, making sure to grip where it was bright red and raw. The blonde whimpered, the loudest noise thus far, but not where you wanted her to be. Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to Larissa’s reddened ass, your voice low, “Get on your back. I want to see that pretty little face as you take this entire cock.”

Larissa was exhausted, not knowing if she could take any more. She couldn’t move from the spot where she had been fucked so roughly for God-knows-how-long.

“Let’s not be difficult now, dearest.” Grumbling at the headmistress’s inability to do as she was told, you gripped the headmistress’s right arm and thigh, pulling her onto her stomach through sheer force. The blonde moaned as her back hit the bed, her body was absolutely aching from the ordeal she was putting it through, “So close yet, so far. I need to hear you, baby, and this will all be over.”

Even through her tired gaze, the headmistress attempted to remain steadfast, her eyes closing and face tilting towards the ceiling as she waited for the final bout of penetration. You were growing impatient with Larissa, but you were filled with immense satisfaction that the blonde was about to fail miserably at keeping quiet.

Positioning the strap at her entrance, you began nice and slow and grinned widely when Larissa’s hum of approval grew in volume as more inches slipped inside of her. A full groan escaped Larissa when you had the entire strap buried inside of her. Deeply satisfied, you pushed the shapeshifter’s legs wider, your voice the gentlest it had been that night, “Atta girl.”

She was achingly full, but you still had more for the blonde. Pulling out slightly, you plunged the fake cock back into Larissa at full force eliciting yet another full blown, pained cry from the woman beneath you. The shapeshifter winced, from discomfort and from the knowledge that she was about to lose this bet miserably.

You gripped the blonde’s hips, pulling out and pushing in with broad strokes, drawing cries from Larissa, each louder than the last. While you were winning the bet, you received something even greater than the satisfaction of winning. You had been the first to draw these sounds from Larissa. Needing to encourage your love, you crawled over the blonde, your voice a whisper, “You take me so well, darling. It’s almost like you were made for this…nothing else.”

The headmistress couldn’t form words, only loud moans and cries of ecstasy. The blonde reached out a hand to grasp your wrist. Straightening back up, you slipped your hand down to intertwine your fingers. Your other hand came to grip the headmistress’s leg, right under her knee to keep her pussy spread wide for continuous fucking.

While you began to quicken her pace, the shapeshifter's cries mimicked that of the movie. The only thing spilling from the headmistress’s lips was her seeming to say your name over and over again, which was music to your ears.

Larissa’s loud cries diminished as she could hardly process the fucking she was recieving. Her eyes were rolled back deep into her skull, only a groan-growl in the back of her throat made you know the blonde was still conscious.

You decided it was time for the final part of tonight’s activities, “Look at me, baby.”

It took almost all of her energy to pry her eyes open. Exhausted, she stared up at you, examining the plunger in your hand that was attached to the far end of the dildo. A groan grew in the blonde’s throat, knowing what was to come, literally and figuratively. You smirked with deep satisfaction when you pushed down on the plunger, filling Larissa with the fake cum. In response, Larissa let out a soundless scream, her mouth was held open wide while her body trembled and shook from her orgasm.

With a firm hand pressed to Larissa’s abdomen, you slowly pulled the cock from the headmistress, leaving the blonde shaking. You smiled in sweet satisfaction, watching the cum spill from Larissa who was almost fucked to the point of unconsciousness.

You took to unbuckling the strap from your body, frowning at the sight of lines marking your own body from the intensity in which you fucked Larissa. Dropping the strap to the floor, your eyes crawled up Larissa’s spent body, finding the headmistress’s face scrunched up with tears.

You scrambled across the bed, hands cradling Larissa’s face to comfort her in any way you could, “Shhh, shh, shhh, what’s happened? What hurts?”

“I-I-I’m s-so t-t-tired.” The blonde could hardly catch her breath and her voice was so quiet, you feared you had broken Larissa altogether.

“Just rest. I will help get you ready for bed.” You bent down, covering the blonde’s face in countless kisses, your voice aimed to soothe, “You are incredible, my sweet girl. I’m so proud of you, my beautiful, brilliant, sweet girl.”

With a shaky breath, Larissa tried to steady herself, your sweetness bringing her peace.

You went about preparing the headmistress for bed. You wet a towel with warm water, cleaning the headmistress of the cum leaking from her. You found the blonde’s makeup wipes and a dry towel, cleaning her face of makeup and pressing additional kisses to her now clean face. Finally, you pulled the covers back on the headmistress’s side of the bed, having to rouse the sleeping woman to help her snuggle into bed.

“Tomorrow we will take a bath and take it easy, hmm?” You spoke quietly, tucking Larissa’s stray hairs behind her ear as you pulled the blankets up over your love’s shoulders, “I love you.”

Larissa hummed the words ‘I love you too’, far too tired to respond with true verbal words.

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koqabear · 1 year

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Stuck With You

Song suggestion: What Is It About Her?

“Taehyun hates everything about you; your pride, your stubbornness, and the way you plague his thoughts with dangerous desires that threaten to break down his walls.”

king! Taehyun x fem! mage!reader

Genre: enemies to enemies (but like there’s a twist), royalty!au, angst, smut, fantasy!au

word count: 7.9K

Warnings: Tons of bickering, Taehyun is condescending, jealousy, they literally hate each other, so lots of anger and fighting, mentions of TH being abusive (isn’t actually, nothing happens), manhandling,

Smut warnings: hard dom!Taehyun, brat!mc, sub(?)!mc, dubcon(?) (omg what), hate sex wahhh, rough sex, manhandling, (again!! There’s a lot) degrading, name calling, (filthy, pathetic), biting, dry humping, binding wrists/hands, marking, knife play, breast play, unprotected sex, mocking, edging, choking, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie

Notes: Am I incapable of writing a story under 5K? It seems so. I was listening to this damn song the entire time I wrote this and omg I’m so tired of it but it also manages to encapsulate their relationship perfectly. Hope u guys enjoy Taehyun manhandling the shit outta the reader bc for some reason it just kept happening…. I think I need to self reflect for a bit.

Taehyun has never liked you.

You’re so fickle, a cocky eyesore that he can never seem to escape from— too smart, too wicked, tongue always sharpened to a point as you never knew when to avert your eyes; when to bow down to your Royal Highness.

He cannot fathom having to spend his waking days around you— yet, fate seems to punish him in such laughable ways.

“Your Highness,” he’s forced out of his thoughts as he is called, the title so familiar that the sound of his own name is starting to fade from memory, forced as a young child to take responsibility after his deceased father and become the person he is today.

His every move is practiced, careful, and familiar as he regards the faceless maid before him, not bothering to turn back around as he continues his morning walk. His robes brush against the warm earth, the wind around him bringing about the early signs of spring as it sings against his skin, cooling him down as the hurried steps of the maid follow before him.

“The mage is summoning you— I’m afraid it is important; she has summoned the royal court as well… they currently wait for your arrival.”

Taehyun’s steps cease beneath the graveled path. He says nothing, seemingly unaffected by the news as he nods his head slowly. The day was so beautiful, he finds himself thinking, chest heaving with a disappointed sigh as he turns to follow the servant.

But of course, you had to come along and ruin it.

✧ ✧

“Your Highness. This is not a joke.”

Taehyun supposes he’s bad at hiding his expressions, if the way you stare him down with fire in your eyes means anything. The conference room is stuffy with the number of people that send him curious stares, unable to fathom how he could not take the current news seriously.

“The Southern Kingdom is persistent with their threats of war— they truly believe we are the ones behind the massacre of their villages.”

“It’s a wonder how a kingdom survived for so long under such a stupid ruler, isn’t it?” Taehyun heeds no warning from your words, sighing as he looks out the window and observes the lovely day before him. “I might go hunting today, what do you think?”

Your hands that slam down on the wooden table startle everyone but him; you’re standing, eyes narrowed dangerously as you leer at him from the other side of the long, rectangular conference table.

“I think you’d be stupid to not act on these threats immediately.” You grit out, jaw clenched as you take in the way the King seems to be unbothered by your insults. He simply shrugs, sparing a glance to the head guard before he’s leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes as his hands remain folded neatly in his lap.

“Yeonjun,” he drawls, peeking at you through lidded eyes as he speaks, “what do you think?”

He doesn’t miss the way Yeonjun sits up in his seat in surprise, adam’s apple bobbing before he’s clearing his throat, gaze averted as he speaks to his King.

“Your Majesty,” he begins, a hand on his chest as he stares at the dark wood of the table, “I think it is best for us to clear our name. A war during these times would set back our countries drastically.”

Taehyun hums, nodding his head in recognition. “You’re right. I want you and a few of your men to investigate those villages; be discreet, I don’t want you to be traced back to us if you get caught.”

“Someone arrange a meeting with the Southern Kingdom’s royal mage— I must speak to them, it is urgent. And you,” it is no surprise when Taehyun’s eyes meet yours, pausing to regard your disgruntled state. “Stay. I must speak to you privately.”

There’s nothing you can do but grit your teeth and plant your stance as everyone scatters out of the room— afraid of the King’s anger, of the way his jaw clenches with annoyance. His eyes never leave yours, yet the heat that radiates from his gaze almost burns up the room, everyone’s gazes planted to the ground as they bow meekly to him before they exit.

It’s just you and him now; Unfortunately, you think, bracing yourself for another scolding from your arrogant King.

“That was no way to speak to your Ruler.”

It feels as though you’re on fire; it takes everything within you to compose yourself, fists clenched tightly behind your back as you narrow your eyes at his words. You hate it— you hate him with your whole being. The way he seems to be unbothered, tired eyes fluttering shut as he leans back in his seat, a deep sigh escaping him as his lips part tiredly.

“My Ruler only pays attention when you scream in his face, it seems,” you seethe, ignoring the way his eyes snap open to give you a cautioning glare, “he’s a very arrogant man.”

He huffs out a laugh, but there’s no amusement behind it all. Slowly, he stands, his robes fluttering with his movements as he looks down at you angrily— if there’s one thing that will always cloud his mind, it’s his pride.

This same pride prompts him to walk to you, dangerous and slow, warning you to tuck your tail and apologize; you’ll do no such thing, your gaze only sharpening more with every step he takes closer to you. You’re restless, resisting the urge to lash out again as your tongue sharpens against your teeth; lips screwed tightly together, jaw clenched as you wait for him to do something, anything— hit you, yell at you, dismiss you— but he does none of the sort, coming dangerously close to you as he observes you curiously.

It’s silent; you’re practically sharing the very air you breathe, both of you waiting for the other to break as you meet his gaze, refusing to look away for even a second.

Taehyun takes a moment to observe you; your eyes, angry and restless, sharp as they dig into his own. You’re tense, your body practically ready to shake as you keep your jaw clenched, lips pursed together as you hold back another nasty jab directed at him.

You’re like a puppy; all bark and no bite, unable to truly stand up to him in fear of treason— you need this job, your only source to provide for your family in the far-off village you came from. He could dismiss you, break you, watch as you beg him for forgiveness in fear of putting your family at risk— the idea is dangerously appealing to him, the thought of finally having you at his feet making his lips twitch in amusement.

Taehyun holds your life in his hands, and the realization of it sends a deadly lick of fire through his body.

“How cute,” he mutters, watching the way your brows twitch in anger at his comment.

“For a second, I almost let your words get to me.”

The comment does more damage than any other strike ever could— because for a second, Taehyun’s gaze almost softened, the smile that grazed his lips more frightening than any threat he could muster.

A sharp shiver wracks through you; bitterly, you realize that Taehyun managed to gain the upper hand over you once again.

✧ ✧

The first time he dreams of you, Taehyun is terrified.

He wakes up in distress, an ache forming between his eyes from the pure confusion and anger that overtakes him. He lets out a shaky sigh as he sits up, sinking back into the soft pillows of his bed; his whole body trembles, disoriented and in denial as he attempts to block out everything his traitorous mind conjoined up.

But it doesn’t work. His day is ruined, his mind flashing images of the scenario that manages to haunt even his waking hours.

In the morning, he makes his way to the garden; fresh air will do him good, he figures, the cool air and floral scent that drifts through the wind calming his beating heart. But then, his fingers caress the petals of his favorite roses— ruby red, the color stunning to his eyes— and he finds himself touching the velvet of your skin, your bare hips and warm thighs that encase him, alluring and soft as your precious lips are reddened and mischievous; swollen, begging for more as his teeth sink on the soft flesh like he was born to do so.

He’s quick to exit the garden after that.

His afternoon isn’t much better, his mood sour after dealing with countless meetings and petty problems— he’s exhausted as he leans back into his throne, a distraught sigh escaping him as allows himself to shut his eyes for just a moment— then he’s back to the dreaded memory of you, cute and pliant as you shift restlessly in his lap; your face flushed, hair and clothes a mess as you weakly beg for him to touch you, to please you.

The moment his name leaves your lips, whiny and desperate, is the moment he jumps up from his throne.

Taehyun.

The sound is so realistic, haunting his mind as the ghost of your whine echoes through his ears; it follows him relentlessly, leaving him in distress as he wonders what a dream like that could possibly mean.

By the end of the day, Taehyun feels as though he may lose his mind; he’s unable to stay in one place, his mind inevitably wandering back to you if he doesn’t find something that takes away his full attention. He’s a mess by the time he’s wandering the corridors, ready to go back to his room as his eyes land on the last thing he would ever want to see.

You’re so relaxed, a smile gracing your face as you converse with Hueningkai, one of Captain Yeonjun’s guards, the two of you so close and giddy that Taehyun can’t help but stop and watch.

He’s never seen you like this; he’s never bothered to either, but something about the way you lean into Hueningkai so closely, unafraid to enter his space as the two of you whisper coyly to each other, is enough to have Taehyun bristle up and walk away.

The emotion is ugly and dreadful as Taehyun shakes his head, a heavy huff leaving him as he beelines straight to his bed— the same bed where he had you under him, your breaths brushing his skin as you panted desperately for more; the very bed where he kissed you until his lungs burned, pressing you into the bedding until your bodies melded together.

Angrily, Taehyun resists the urge to abandon his bed and stay in another room; even now, you seem to haunt him ‘till his wit's end.

✧ ✧

The second time Taehyun dreams of you, he’s more frustrated than terrified.

He sincerely thought it had all been bad luck; his unfulfilled needs melting with his hatred for you, an unlucky concoction as his mind conjured thoughts unspeakable. It had all been nothing but a fluke he hoped, but as he stares out the window and into the scenery of his land, he can’t help but remember the way he had you pressed up against this very glass, his lips unrelenting against your neck as he whispered words that had you crying and begging for more.

As he writes to other kingdoms, he finds himself staring at his hands; the same ones that had a bruising grip on your hips, bunching up your garments as he pressed himself firmly against you— he can recall the way you melted under his touch, compliant and needy as you let yourself be ravished by him.

The you in his dreams doesn’t compare to the one that haunts his waking hours— only, in a much more horrid way, as he finds that his temper with you has decreased into something minuscule. He sees it in the way you tense when he so much as enters the same room as you, the rest of his servants sparing you a pitied glance before they duck their heads before him; afraid, meek, and unsure of what he may do to you or anyone who annoys him.

But even though his patience with you has withered thin, you still find it in yourself to whip him with such insults and humiliations, unafraid of the consequences as you continue to look Taehyun boldly in the eye.

He could have you disappear with a snap of his fingers— yet, time has ruthlessly shown him that you’re a more valuable asset than he once thought. No, he can’t get rid of you even if he wanted to— his mage, the best in the land and the only one that could ever manage to put up with him.

The thought of being stuck with you is vile.

✧ ✧

By the nth time he dreams of you, Taehyun firmly believes that it is no longer an accident.

You’re a mage— why didn’t he think of this sooner? The blood in his veins is coursing with fire by the time it all connects, his steps rough and brisk as he makes his way to the place where it all started; the dreadful doors of the meeting room greet him, cracked open to insinuate that someone opened them already.

You’re scared stiff when the doors slam open; whirling around, you’re left face to face with the very man you’d rather not be left alone with, the doors swinging back shut behind him. You’re nervous, a lump in your throat forming as the fire and anger you always find igniting when you see him dissipates, feeling as though water had been dumped on it.

That very water manifests itself as Taehyun; there’s something different about him, something serious in the way he stares you down, eerily silent and angry as he storms toward you. You feel a witty remark bubble up in your throat, but you’re forced to push it down as you take in the way he’s teeming with rage, unpredictable and unstable as he makes his way to you.

He towers over you, his robes furling around him as his hand presses firmly to your chest; presses against your heart, nervous and quick as he continues to walk, forcing you to stumble back from the brute strength he possesses— the air is practically knocked out of your lungs from how hard he pushes you against the wall.

“You did this,” he says, eyes narrowed in distaste as he takes in the way you look up at him in confusion, daring to feign ignorance that only angers him more, “you evil wench, how dare you do this to your King?”

Your eyes widen at his words; he can feel the way your heartbeat is unrelenting against his palm, your hand swatting him away as you grow defensive. The back of his hand stings from the slap, a fire spreading from the very place you touched him; he can’t help but cradle his hand close to his chest, offended at the way you disrespect him so, even when his warning gaze is searing onto your skin.

“You speak nonsense,” you spit out, brows knitting together as you look at him with pure offense, “for I have no idea of what you allude to.”

He can’t help but let out an incredulous laugh; even now that he has you cornered, you dare lie to him— even worse, he’s forced to step back, the images of the nights where he would dream of you flustered and pressed against the wall coming back to the forefront of his mind.

He can’t control himself, the carnal and disgusting thoughts plaguing his mind as rage fills his being; he’s backing away before he does anything drastic, the images flashing through his mind as a rough fist collides onto the table behind him. His eyes are shut tight, teeth gritted together as he seethes, ignoring the way you stand back, pressing yourself against the wall in confusion.

“This—“ he says, huffing as he opens his eyes, meeting yours before he can help himself— and there you are again, pleading for him to use you until he no longer can— “These cursed thoughts, you did this to me—!”

He feels weak in the knees as he looks at you, his mind running off to places they shouldn’t as he attempts to ignore the intrusive thoughts; you’re still, unsure of what to do as you watch your majesty slowly lose composure.

Jumping, you’re reduced to the very person you were when you arrived at the palace; meek, useless, and afraid as he runs to you, grabbing ahold of your shoulders and tossing you around until your hips meet the back of the very table he was once leaning on; he’s leaning you back, your arms forced to support yourself as his fingers dig roughly into your shoulders, towering over you as he scowls menacingly.

“Undo this,” he says, exasperated and breathy as he becomes reminiscent of the nights when he would toss and turn in bed, forced to confront all of these imaginations that included you, pliant and needy under his touch. His eyes screw shut, teeth gritting together as he refuses to look at you, “undo this wretched spell this instant!”

His grip is bruising; you yelp at the way he shakes you, never seeing him this desperate and angry as a hand reaches up to push against his chest; but it’s useless, his strength outdoing yours easily as he growls at your weak attempt to run away.

“I’ve done no such thing—!”

“Don’t you lie to me!” He’s quick to cut you off, volume raising significantly as the adrenaline begins to course through both your veins, “I know you’ve done this, this disgusting spell that haunts my nights— how dare you attempt such a thing to your king, do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

“I’ve done nothing!” You scream, a sudden strength aiding you as you push against his chest with both hands, watching as he stumbles back harshly, his back colliding with the wall behind him— the sight is reminiscent of what he did to you moments ago.

“Have you lost your mind?!” You say, exasperated as you watch his hardened gaze, the way his fists shake with anger at his sides, “I’ve done nothing— yet you accuse me of such— such things that you don’t even dare speak of!

For a moment, there is only silence and the sound of your panting breaths; you hate the way your hands shake as you grip the edge of the table, gulping harshly as you take in the way he hasn’t moved a single inch.

“I know you hate me,” you huff, jaw clenching as you pause, regaining your composure before continuing, “but you’ve gone too far. This is low, your highness, even for you.”

“Low?” Taehyun echoes, disbelief on his face as he finally moves; he steps towards you, watching the way you begin to flee in retaliation, “you speak of being low?”

Predator and prey; you can’t help but feel as though this is all you’ve been reduced to, tense and careful as you make your way back to the door; he follows you, his pace matching yours as he allows you to inch closer to the door.

“What’s low is the way you haunt my dreams, calling out for me like you’d die if I wasn’t near you,” your heart is thundering in your chest, bewildered by his words as you find yourself right behind the door; you’re frozen, waiting for the moment he’ll let his guard down so you can slip out and run.

“You, you of all people,” he spits, as though the very words were fire on his tongue, “persistent—almost every night it would happen, haunting even my waking days as I was forced to turn the other way when I saw you in the corridors.”

You don’t care anymore; it’s reckless, but you bolt for the door, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you reach for the door handle— but Taehyun is faster, a hand clamping on your wrist and tugging you back as he uses you to slam the doors fully shut, the latches clicking as the wood knocks out the air from your lungs.

Taehyun presses against you; you’re like fire against him, and he finds himself thawed the moment he feels your body against his, the empty mold that came from his dreams as he finds his mind clouding dangerously.

“What’s low,” he hisses, tugging you closer as his hand grips your waist ruthlessly. He’s so close, you couldn’t avoid him even if you closed your eyes— you don’t dare to, the look in his eyes fatal as he traps you in the very spell he’s found himself in.

“Is the way you forced me to yearn for your touch.”

Any cruel words that were hanging precariously on your tongue quickly fade away; instead, Taehyun is kissing you with an angry passion, his hand cupping your jaw and pulling you close as he presses your body into the door. His lips are rough and ruthless as they take from you, prying you open and getting the taste that he only imagined in his dreams.

You’re left weak against him, your body automatically reciprocating as all the words left unsaid travel between the two of you. The hatred, anger, and confusion are interchanged, a groan escaping you as he bites down on your lip.

He’s rough, not sparing you for even a second as continues to take, unable to do anything else but enjoy the way you grow stupid against his grip, the kiss harsh and messy as you allow him to be the only thing holding you up. Your knees are weak, and if it weren’t for Taehyun pressing you harshly against the door, you would’ve fallen a long while ago.

He’s unable to hold himself back as he bunches up the fabric of your garments, bunching up your skirts before he’s able to press himself against you; the moan you let out is broken and weak, his robes fluttering around you as he smiles against your lips; your mind has emptied by now, the perfect vessel to let him satiate the need that plagued him after so many dreams— drool is beginning to form at the corners of your lips, and even as you tap Taehyun relentlessly, he refuses to pull away; day after day, he was forced to be around your excruciating presence while being forced to pretend that he couldn’t feel the ghost of your lips, couldn’t imagine the way you would sound when he hit a spot that drove you crazy.

His hips rut against you roughly; he’s unstoppable, messy moans harmonizing with your own as he reaches for your hands; his fingers lock around your wrists, bringing them up and slamming them against the wood as he delivers a particularly harsh thrust; he watches the way your face scrunches up, eyes fluttering shut as your body bounces up with him.

The sound you let out is akin to the ones in his dreams, leading him to believe that you’re nothing but a fox, a filthy liar that attempts to save face no matter what— and it angers him more, angers him enough to leave marks and bites along the column of your throat, your whines weak and soft as you flinch at his harsh touch; your wrists bounce against his hands in protest as he bites down on your skin, tongue running on it soothingly before he moves on.

Frustratedly, he’s met with the cloth of your top; clumsily, he gathers your wrists in a single hand— they’re above your head now, slammed against the wood so hard that you feel the backs of your hands tingling ruthlessly. His other hand fumbles with his pockets, your mind so clouded that you’re barely able to keep your eyes open for a moment.

You grow still the moment the tip of a dagger is pressed to the underside of your chin.

“Admit to me,” he says, breathy and frustrated as the blade pokes into your skin threateningly, “admit to me that it was you, that you’re the one who cast this spell on me— that you have been haunting my dreams.”

Even now, you shake your head in denial. But the last thing Taehyun will do is believe you, his teeth gritting together as he slices down; your mouth falls open, eyes going glassy as he cuts cleanly through the top you wear, the blade poking at your stomach as he releases your hands for just a second— long enough to slide your garments off, the fabric pooling at your feet as you’re left bare before your king.

“Why do you still deny me,” he mutters, the knife gliding against your skin comfortably— against all the places he’s felt, a carbon copy of his dreams as he takes in every detail of you; it’s all too much for him, the heated nights he spent with you in his dreams resurfacing in his mind as his dagger tucks itself under your bra, his hand resting on your hip as your hands fall weakly onto his shoulders; he’s pressing into you firmly, the wood cool against your skin as your forehead touches his; you sigh shakily, fingers digging into his shoulders as you close your eyes.

A sharp tug has you jolting into him, the knife slashing through the garment before it’s falling to the ground, the cool air against your breasts making you shiver.

Taehyun feels dizzy as he takes you in; his hands attempt to memorize you, as though you would disappear into smoke if he’s not careful enough. Slowly, his hands glide up; they encase your breasts, eyes eagerly taking in your facial expressions as his fingers carefully play with your nipples— it’s odd, the way he can already feel his body telling him what to do, how to please you as your mouth is falling open, your hands clinging to his wrists as he pushes himself closer to you once more.

Carelessly, his right-hand reaches down to grab your leg; he hoists it onto his waist, roughly pressing into you as you’re pressed flat against the door. Your head falls back, able to feel the way his cock is pressing directly against your slit, a shaky moan escaping you the moment he begins to rut his hips again.

“God— so soft…” Taehyun finds himself saying, a broken gasp escaping him as he allows his hips to take control. Your breasts bounce temptingly before him, his mouth latching onto the sensitive skin as he finds himself eager to hear the very same sounds that always echoed in his mind. He’s insatiable, groans leaving him as he sucks and bites, pretty fangs sinking into your delicate skin and leaving marks that he would make sure would last an eternity.

None of his dreams compare to this; to the sound of you so close to his ear, a shaky hand threading itself in his hair as you finally give in to the temptation and pull him back up for a kiss; you’re a mess of spit and tongue as you beg him for more, the pleasure fogging your mind as you pull him in restlessly.

A fire licks through his veins, the frustration you put him through suddenly resurfacing as he steps back— yet his hand remains firm on your hip, letting go of your leg and pulling you forcefully, spinning you around until you’re colliding with the table. He doesn’t stop there, a firm hand pressing down on your chest as he’s forcing you to lean back— his gaze is predatory and dangerous as he looms over you, situating himself between your legs as he allows himself to hover over you, glaring at you with such spite that you’d almost think he was getting ready to kill you— except, his fluttering touches that wander around your body speak otherwise.

“Filthy thing, haunting my dreams then feigning innocence,” he seethes out, slipping off his robes and tossing them aside; he’s undressing before you, his cock straining against the material of his undergarment as he looks at you with nothing but rage. Even then, you have the audacity to have confusion swimming in your eyes, helpless to the way he slides you back towards him, your hips pressing together as he lets out a sharp hiss; the sound you let out is enough to distract him for a second, desperate to hear it from you more.

“I’ve done— nothing!” You say, a cry escaping you in between your sentence as Taehyun thrusts into you roughly. He only seems to be annoyed by your response, his dagger caressing up and down your thigh as he looks at you in a warning.

“You’re a fool, and you’re afraid to admit that I’ve done nothing wrong,” you pant, your head spinning at the way the dagger scratches against your skin, the pressure applied coming and going as he tilts his head at your words; there’s no curiosity in his gaze, only anticipation that you’ll be stupid enough to finish your thought.

“And you’re afraid to admit that you’ve fallen for the very person you swore you hated.”

The response is immediate; he’s slicing through the measly fabric of your underwear, the knife clattering on the table as his hand shoots up to you instead— he cups your jaw, fingers gripping it closed as you glare at him, daring him to do something reckless.

“You plague my dreams,” he seethes, gaze full of hatred as his cock begins to rub against your folds; he’s leaking and desperate, able to feel the way you’re soaking wet for him despite barely being touched.

“I thought of you every night. You visited me, didn’t you, you sly thing?” His tip is prodding at your entrance, teasing you by only slipping it in before he backs out, fangs sinking into his lip as he stares at you like a predator who just caught his next meal, “you wanted me to cave in and visit you, to bring all those fantasies to life.”

“You’re a pathetic, weak little thing.”

It’s inevitable for you to let out a laugh at that; his fingers only dig into your cheeks in response, his jaw clenching as he stares at you like you aren’t even worth his time. Yet here you are accused of a crime you never committed, pinned under the king as he looks at you with pure, unrivaled hatred.

Smiling, you take him in carefully; his eyes, blown open with lust and frustration, his body that keens and bends to seek your touch— he calls you pathetic, yet is unable to let go of you for a second.

“Your Highness,” you whimper out, a teary gaze and quivering lip greeting Taehyun as tears bubble up at your pretty eyes. He can only feel another hot wave of lust course through him, leaning in closer to hear your pathetic pleas.

“I don’t specialize in love spells.”

He pulls away like a man that’s been burned; he scowls, only to find that your legs have already locked him in, a whiny moan leaving your lips as you urge him to enter you.

“Your Highness,” you whine, shivering at the way he slowly enters you, your hand reaching up for his nape; you cling onto him, bringing him back down as you allow him to hover over you, shaky breaths intertwining with each other as he stretches you out perfectly. You feel so full, so good, velvet walls clenching around him like a vice as he lets out a shaky sigh, head bowing down and resting by your shoulder, his forearms barely able to hold him up as you let out sweet sounds just for him.

“Your Highness, I’m so honored you think of me so much,” you cry, enjoying the way he tenses against you. There you go again— unstoppable even in the most uncanny situations, your annoying quips igniting his rage as his will to put you in your place is strengthened; straightening, he grabs onto your hips, fingers digging in and massaging the soft flesh as his eyes grow cold. Scanning your body, he’s still able to take in the way you’re flushed and needy, hips attempting to move subtly to gain stimulation from him.

His left hand leaves a bruising grip on your skin; if you think you won, you’re dead wrong.

“Honored…” he mutters, the knife pointed back at your throat as he bottoms out in you; his hips are pressed firmly against yours, but you’ve gone stiff, unable to ignore the dangerous pressure applied to your skin. Tilting his head, he tuts, his other hand reaching for the ribbon of his discarded robes; before you know it, you’ve been tied up, unable to move your wrist as they’re tied tightly together— Taehyun smiles, the pretty ribbon tied in a neat bow against your skin. The dagger is back against your throat as his right-hand guides your wrists above your head, his eyes twinkling as he takes in your weakened state.

“Yes. You should be.”

You can’t help the way you flinch as Taehyun raises the knife threateningly; your eyes screw themselves shut tightly the moment he’s bringing it down, the velocity so intense your heart stops for a second.

The sound of impact from the dagger is heard throughout the whole room.

A shuddering sigh leaves you— it’s sunk deep into the table, uselessly looking up as Taehyun’s condescending laughter reaches your ears; you try looking up to see where the dagger may have been placed, but it’s no use. Shifting, you go to move your wrists back down.

Only you can’t move them at all— they’re stuck in place.

Your lips are left open in surprise as Taehyun begins to fuck you with wild abandon, the need to have you a mess under him plaguing his mind as his hands grip onto your hips fiercely. He’s rough, relentless, and cruel as you cry out, unable to ignore the fire that ignites in your stomach as he brutally thrusts into you.

Your eyes are fluttering shut as the feeling of your body rocking to his thrusts makes your head spin, your hands clenched in a tight fists as you bring your arms close together; your eyes open in alarm, meeting his gaze as your arms brush against the sharp blade of the dagger, scratching your skin as he grins at you teasingly.

Taehyun doesn’t know how to identify the torrents of emotions that course through him; you look better than any dream he’s been haunted by, your eyes softened and filled with lust, your curves and skin warm under his palms as your thighs ensnare him, luring closer as your cunt only pulls him in more; the sounds of skin on skin fill the room, his needy sounds mixing with your own as he watches the way your breasts bounce with each rough thrust, his tip kissing your cervix and your skin blossoming with marks he inflicted onto you from rage.

You’re here under him, bound and begging for more. You’re so soft, intoxicating, and frustrating as he finds himself unable to keep his hands off you, his mind wandering to the countless images and scenarios he can finally fulfill with you.

You’re so warm and tight; Taehyun has to slow his hips as he feels the way you begin to keen and cry, your hips bucking up as your gaze meets his— it’s demanding, entitled yet still innocent as you’re brought closer to your high.

But he won’t allow you— not as long as you continue to deny him, to deny the way you’ve been calling for him from the very start. There’s something else, and he knows it; his body is eerily attuned to yours, able to tell what you’re feeling and how to please you from the very moment his lips crashed against yours.

“These dreams,” he pants, gritting his teeth as his nails dig into the delicate skin of your hips, “what do they mean— what have you done to me?”

“I told you— I’ve done nothing—!” The whimper that escapes you is weak and defeated as his hand encases your throat, leaving you lightheaded as his hips begin to roll curiously; it’s instinct, and Taehyun doesn’t know how he does it, but he’s quickly able to find the spot that has your mind emptying, bound hands thrashing above your head as you cry for more.

“What dreams?” You manage to say, exasperated as his hips still, the feeling of his thick cock pulsing inside you driving you mad and making you lose yourself. You’re truly clueless as to what Taehyun speaks of, your eyes struggling to remain open as his hold on you remains.

“Dreams,” he begins, his hand leaving you as you gasp for air— his hand trails down, caressing the column of your throat before his fingers tease along your chest, along your stomach before he finally finds his place at your clit; his fingers as teasing and calloused as they rub meticulous circles along the bud, the pace and pressure eerily similar to that of your own, knowing better than anyone how to pleasure yourself on nights where you dare to let your mind wander to places it shouldn’t.

“Dreams of you. Here, under me, just as you are now— begging for me to touch,” his hips are moving again, your brows furrowing as you bite your lip desperately, “to please.”

Leaning down, his lips hover over yours, his gaze one of pure fire as he pulls you closer to him, arms wrapping around your waist as he presses you tightly against him; chest against chest, the slight tug he does to bring you closer making the fabric of the pretty ribbon rip slightly.

“Dreams where you beg me to ruin you.”

His words are filthy as his lips are planted firmly against yours; desperate and rough as he doesn’t adhere to your pleasure, his cock filling you so nicely as the feeling of his body pressing against yours like a fire that continues to pull you in.

A small yelp leaves you as Taehyun grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back as you’re forced to stare at the ceiling, his undeniably soft hair tickling your face as he proceeds to whisper things that make your blood run cold.

“You’re there, in my dreams as you beg for me to ravish you at any given moment,” he growls, unable to hold back the memory of it all as his frustrations pile up and tumble out through his tongue, “filthy little thing— in my gardens, the corridors, my bed.”

Your heart pounds at his confessions; your nails dig into the palm of your hands, the images jumping into your mind so vividly you’d almost think you lived through it all already.

“My throne,” he groans, biting at your neck as his hand wanders around your body.

“Begging me to touch you here,” his fingers ghost over the sensitive flesh of your breasts, “crying when I do this,” the sound that leaves you is inexplicable as he times a perfectly calculated thrust into your sweet spot, abusing the sensitive area as he watches the way you melt under him, just as expected as he finds himself scowling at you.

“Everything you begged me to do, I remember it perfectly,” he mutters, your eyes tearing up as you feel his fingers play relentlessly with your clit, “don’t you?”

You’re terrified of what this means; these dreams that have plagued you as well, a hidden and dirty secret you wished to hide more than anything. You remember it all, the way he pleased you like no other, able to read his emotions perfectly as you did the same; every day you were forced to live with the shame and denial of these occurrences, obligated to face him and pretend like you hadn’t been calling his name out desperately the night before— only, it seems he had done the same this entire time.

What could this mean? The possibilities swim through your head, yet you refuse to come to a conclusion as you feel the way Taehyun only grows rougher with you, still waiting for a response as he feels the way you grow needy and desperate for him.

It’s terrifying to see how attuned he is to you— because he’s quick to pull away just as you were about to be pushed over to the edge, left to be nothing but a sweaty and needy mess as you whine weakly for him to stop being cruel. You’re helpless, the slick feeling of your wetness spreading all through your inner thighs driving Taehyun insane as he watches the way you weakly struggle against your binds.

He’s doing no better than you— but he can control it, even as you clench tightly around him in futile attempts to bring him closer to the edge. Yet his voice is traitorous against him as he lets out a weak groan, unable to ignore the way his heart pounds harder at the sight of you, ruined before him.

“You know,” he breathes out, the realization dawning on him as he watches the way you refuse to meet his eyes. But in the end, you have no choice, your face grabbed as you’re turned roughly to look at Taehyun; his gaze is intense, as though he can read your thoughts as his eyes search yours, “Damn it, you know.”

“Tell me,” he says, desperate as you press your lips together firmly, your refusal to speak only angering him more as he sneers at you, “As your ruler, I command you to tell me.”

Shakily, your lips part— you’ve seen all this happen before, always feeling jealousy for others as you recounted every symptom, memorizing it all as you wished silently to have something like this for your own. But as you stare at Taehyun, angry and relentless as he waits for you to respond, you can’t help the way your stomach sinks with dread.

Taehyun is able to hear what you say without you having to form a single word— and it terrifies him, his body stiffening as he takes in what you tell him.

Soulmates.

It feels as though the fire in his heart has intensified; his body feels strange, heated and tingly as he stares at you, able to tell that you’re doing no better than him as you begin to breathe shakily.

Taehyun thinks this might be the worst outcome of all; despite his stubborn pride, his soul begs to get closer to you, begs him to move his hips and please you as you shift restlessly beneath him— even though he’s felt nothing but hate for you on the surface, deep inside he finds himself unable to resist you.

It infuriates him.

Stuck with you, he realizes, brows furrowing as he grips your hips tightly; he’s lost all control, allowing his soul and instinct take over as he watches the way you fall apart beneath him— it’s horrible, feeling the way his heart speeds at the way you desperately beg for more, attempting to cling to his facade he’s kept up for so long; these feelings he’s suppressed for so long, that he thought he was insane for having, were meant to be after all— he’ll never get rid of you.

“Fuck,” he stutters, gulping as his hands automatically go to keep you close, hips snapping ruthlessly into you as he finds himself addicted, your perfect sopping cunt bringing him back in and making him lose all control, “so… so good.”

It’s all falling apart; everything he worked so hard to keep up is tumbling down, out of his control as this new realization seems to tug his soul closer to you— he finds himself addicted, a curious thought nagging at him as he leans down to taste your swollen and bitten lips, the same that reminded him of the roses in his garden he so meticulously ordered others to care for.

He’s everywhere; his hands, his lips, his cock, so overwhelming in the best ways possible as you find your mind blanking out.

Soulmates, you think, eyes shutting tightly as he continues to fuck you into the table, rocking roughly as your arms become sore from their awkward position, soulmates… yes. You become more open to the thought, his touch suddenly intoxicating as it all becomes less than enough, the need to have him so impossibly close tugging at your mind.

“Say,” he starts, gulping roughly as he finds himself unable to concentrate, “Say my name. Call out for me.”

You’re in too deep; both of you are, breaching unknown territory as he hungrily waits for you to follow his commands. You’re unsure what to do, voice shaky and breathy as you finally muster the courage to call him by the only name you ever have.

“Your highness…” you breathe out, watching as he shakes his head in denial; he’s insistent, the sudden need to fulfill this very last memory that haunted him every waking second much stronger than before, his gaze piercing as he hovers over you, lips brushing against yours as he mutters quietly.

“My name.”

It’s instinct, your eyes meeting his as you feel your high approaching, intense and heavy like a wave as you arch your back, pressing firmly into him as your eyes shine with tears, as though you could melt into one soul if you tried hard enough.

“Taehyun.”

The name feels like an aphrodisiac on your lips; Taehyun must feel the same, for he finds himself crashing down at that, the sound of your sweet whine not comparable to the pathetic echoes that faintly haunted him during his waking days. He’s a shaky, shuddering mess as he allows himself to kiss you through it, continuing to fuck you even though he fills you with countless spurts of his hot cum. You groan, thighs shaking as you feel the way his pelvis rubs onto your clit, still managing to bring you to the edge as you clench around him tightly.

Your moans mix into each other, bodies pressed so tightly together that you don’t know where he ends and you begin; it’s strange, the way you feel so at peace even as he overstimulates you, hips rocking relentlessly with every broken moan of his name you let out.

You can’t get enough of it— it feels like candy in your mouth, the feeling of him smiling slyly against your lips alarming as the weight of everything begins to weigh down on you. It seems like hours before Taehyun finally straightens, watching as a ring of his cum has formed on his shaft, a weak groan escaping him as he takes in the way your inner thighs are painted with it prettily.

Slowly, his hungry gaze meets yours; then he remembers everything, jaw clenching as he wonders just how this all came to be.

He hates it, the way his heart calls to you despite the frustration that consumes him when he looks at you— he hates the way you make him feel weak; even now that you’re bound and left at his mercy, you don’t seem to realize the way you have him wrapped around his finger.

He gulps, the lump in his throat heavy as he watches your pretty eyes, all glossy and fucked out, much better than anything he could have dreamed of as he feels his cock twitching inside you once more.

Everything he ever feared came true— it seems you’ve become his fatal weakness.

His soulmate.

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preeningpisces · 2 months

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Kenjaku NSFW Headcanons

Don’t yell at me please, I have extremely questionable taste

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write something about any of these ♥️

18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader, dark content

TW: implied non-con, mention of odd kinks

ꕥ Definitely the freakiest freak. Bitch has probably tried everything. Wherever your mind went, the answer is yes, he probably tried that too. This dude is old and bored and has too much free time on his hands; a perfect example of why retirement homes are a thing

ꕥ Very detached the whole time which is unnerving, but also sexy in a way. It’s like he’s just conducting an experiment and observing the results

ꕥ Making him lose his composure, no matter how brief, is one of the hottest things you'll see. Trust meee

ꕥ Their libido is greatly affected by the vessel, even their kinks/preferences are affected. Very aware where his tastes end, and the vessels begins, but he’ll entertain them regardless. Hedonistic mfer

ꕥ Loves figuring out how new bodies work. He has very unique insights about sex because of this, and it makes him surprisingly skilled. He knows his way around very well, and how different preferences can be or how differently ppl can experience pleasure

ꕥ Attracted to intellect & humor—goofy bitches rise up. People who interest him in some way are more likely to be kept around than someone with just a pretty face. He isn’t loving tho, he just likes someone he can fuck around with, and pick apart their brain for entertainment (not literally…I think)

ꕥ Likes that your body is so malleable, and submits to his touch. When he squeezes, his fingers dip into your flesh, as if he's an artist and you're clay—oh so poetic

ꕥ On the topic of submitting: I don’t think he’d be want to be submissive. He’s too egotistical and doesn’t trust other ppl enough. Maybe they’d fuck with it occasionally with someone trustworthy enough

ꕥ Yknow when people say things like ‘my ex used to do this thing with their tongue’ and they don’t really know how to describe what they did, or why it felt so good? That’s what having sex with Kenjaku is like. Lots of odd tricks in that squishy lil brain

ꕥ His dirty talk is direct, smooth and cold. Usually condescending. Again, they’ve got that scientist vibe so everything they say is almost like an observation, but somehow he says it in a sexy way. He’s a manipulator, so he’s good with his words. Also bro has 0 shame, they will say the nastiest shit if the mood strikes them

ꕥ Talkative in bed, kind of like when he fights. What a nerd. Someone shove him in a locker for me. It pertains to whatever you’re doing, don’t get me wrong, he isn’t lecturing you about cursed energy while he’s got you bent over. Probably.

ꕥ Not possessive at all, will totally pimp you out. Very cocky when you quickly realize they aren’t as skilled as him

ꕥ Likes to do shocking things in bed just to toy with you and see how you react. Usually pretty cruel and sadistic when they do these things

ꕥ Toy enthusiast, idgaf. Will tape a vibrator to your clit, get a fucking machine, and just leave you there for hours. He’d probably record it to watch later so he can go do his nefarious plotting and deeds while you suffer

ꕥ Medical kink king, he absolutely fucks with a nice speculum. He’ll strap you down to an examination table & crank you open like it’s a car jack. Inject weird shit into you, maybe some erotic e-stim stuff too

ꕥ I consulted Gege, and he said clit enlargement/pump. He’ll get it all puffed up and raw before going to town on it—both hot and horrifying

ꕥ Breeding kink but in the worst way

ꕥ Very very into fluids & mess: I’ll let you decide what that means LMFAO

ꕥ IDK I just get the vibe he's a whacky and unpredictable in the bedroom because he's all about reactions. He's just a curious lil guy, don't be mad at him

#all 12 kenjaku fans here’s some food #it’s just a granola bar unfortunely :/#Kenjaku smut #kenjaku x reader #kenjaku x you #kenjaku x chubby reader #chubby reader #divider by plutism #tw noncon #dark content #dreams of kenjaku ☁︎#nightmares ☽#headcanons ☽#dreams ☽#wet dreams ☽

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greenteaandtattoos · 5 months

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I love how A Sign of Affection portrays Oushi's ableism. It's not in-your-face like people seem to think ableism is, it's subtler; a side-effect of systematic ableism and the patriarchy.

He thinks all deaf people should go somewhere out of the way to be "safe", doesn't understand why Yuki would go to college when she's deaf, assumes he knows Yuki's situations and relationships better than her, and thinks it's up to him to help and protect her without asking if she needs or even wants it.

Plus, "All he does is say mean things to me in sign"... why learn sign if he's just gonna be a jerk to her with it? You might argue that he's just being "realistic", but to someone who doesn't ask for it, it's being an ass. Not to mention he's incredibly dense and dismissive of how Yuki feels about his actions. HE might think he's being helpful, but it's clear that Yuki doesn't think so, and he either doesn't see it or doesn't care.

It very much reflects the ableism that disabled people experience all the time in the real world and you can REALLY tell who experiences ableism by people's opinions on Oushi because I'm seeing a LOT of people defending his actions, even calling them "romantic". But to people who know what ableism looks like, all we see is possessiveness, controlling, condescending ableism.

I'm curious to see how the series tackles it going forward; and whether they have him grow as a character and or get worse, I hope that more people recognize his actions and opinions for what they are: ableism, and a very accurate depiction of it.

#a sign of affection #a sign of affection spoilers #oushi ashioki #oushi #yuki itose #cw ableism

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xotaemintol · 1 year

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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐗 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

(SLIGHTLY)YANDERE TAEMIN!!

TW: Manipulation, gaslighting, slight rough sex, breathe play, hair pulling, breeding, obsessive behavior, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (2), violence, choking!!, CNC (consensual non consent just in case), tears, mind breaking, oral sex (f receiving), role play, controlling behavior, degrading, praise, and cursing.

Pronouns used: None!

Word Count: 6759

Plot: After hanging out with Jinki for the day, you unexpectedly stay the night at his house, and when you return home your boyfriend Taemin is so jealous that he's lost his mind.

Inspired by: Impressionable by TAEMIN and Trust In Me: Mommy May Taemin by @thesafecafe !

When you finally returned home from your best friend Jinki's house, you expected your boyfriend Taemin to be happy to see you and waiting to hear all about your day, so as you entered the apartment with a big warm smile, you were expecting to see him on the couch with Kkoongie and Daengie, but instead, he was nowhere to be seen, neither were they. "Taemin?" You called out as you walked into the living room, "Tae?" You hummed and thought that they all must've been in his room, so you quickly made your way there, but as you opened the door, he was sitting there alone. The room was slightly messy and as he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed you questioned what was going on.

"Taemin?" He slowly looked at you, and the glare in his eyes caught you off guard, but then it hits you when you left yesterday, you never told him you were going to be staying the night with Jinki, but you didn't know you would either, it just happened. "Are you okay?" You watched with curious eyes as he stood up and walked over to you, "where were you last night?" He asked as he stood in front of you, his tone told you right away that he was in one of his moods. It wasn't often that Taemin would get jealous when you're hanging out with his SHINee members, as he completely trusts them and you to be alone together without anything happening, but when it does happen, it's like he's a completely different person. "I was with Jinki," you said, taking a step back to put space between the two of you, the way he stood so closely made you feel unbelievably intimidated.

"What do you mean?" You asked, by the look on Taemin's face you could tell that he wasn't satisfied with your answer, the way he sucked in his cheek and bite down on it let you know that he was trying his hardest to stay calm. "Y/N," his tone sounded so condescending, as if he knew something you didn't, "do you think I'm stupid?" He asked, you looked up at him becoming worried, Taemin only spoke that way when he was beyond his limit, and nothing pushes him further than being toyed with. Nothing turns him off more than being lied to, especially about something involving his members. "What?" You asked sounding caught off guard, "of course not," you said, "Look, Jinki and I went shopping, we got something to eat, went to karaoke and he had a little too much to drink so I just-" Taemin stopped you, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a second to calm down.

"I thought you said you were going to the movies?" As he said this you paused, trying to recall when you first mentioned the wholesome friend date you had originally planned, for a second too long, you hesitated to answer, confirming the completely inaccurate suspicions Taemin had. "So you were lying?" Taemin asked as if he had already come up with the answer himself, this time you answered right away, "No! Of course not!" You said, finally, the memory clicked, you didn't lie, you just replanned things. "We didn't go to the movies because they weren't showing anything we wanted to see!" Your words came out rushed, too rushed for Taemin's liking, to him, he sounded like you had just come up with the perfect lie, but really, you had just remembered what made you skip out on going to the movies. "Do I look like a child to you Y/N? Do you expect me to believe that?"

You looked up at him confused, you couldn't tell what made him think you'd even think of cheating on him, especially with someone so close to him, and to you. "What are you talking about? I told you yesterday before we went to karaoke that we decided not to go to the movies," you explained, "didn't you get my text?" You asked Taemin's glare became more intense, and the annoyed look on his face quickly changed to a subtle enraged one. "What text?" He asked, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you, "because I don't have one text at all, not even one telling me that you'd be staying the night there." You could tell that he was getting closer to his breaking point, your confusion as you looked at his messages to you didn't help either, but you couldn't help it, you could recall texting him as soon as Jinki had reminded you of him getting jealous the first time you two hung out alone.

"But..." he snatched his phone out of your hands and threw it towards the bed, not caring that it had hit the wall, "it's like every time I try to give you the freedom to do what you want, you just show me why I shouldn't." His words made you look at him in disbelief, 'Every time?' You thought to yourself, 'What is he talking about?' You sighed and decided that it would be best if you explained everything as best as possible, if not, you could tell that he'd just go off the rails, "Taemin, nothing happened last night, I must've forgotten to send the message or it just didn't send, but I promise, nothing is going on between Jinki and me." This wasn't enough for him though, and it became clear when he suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking it as he dragged you closer, "Why would I believe that?" You winced in pain as you tried to get his hand out of your hair, but it was no use.

"Obviously you like him, I'm not fucking dumb," he said, his grip tightened, your scalp felt like it was burning, "T-Taemin please..." your pleas fell onto deaf ear though, he had finally lost it, "am I not enough anymore?" He asked, "I thought you'd said you'd only look at me," you struggled again to remove his hand from your hair but it only made him yank it again. "You promised me that you'd only love me, you swore that you only had eyes for me!" You whined from the pain, but you were more worried about what he was saying, most people thought that Taemin was only joking when he'd say things like 'only look at me' or 'only love me', but they couldn't be more wrong, it wasn't usual for him to talk to you this way, but it's terrifying when he does. It makes you realize that when he sings about things like making people want him or making people fall for him with no limit, it's what he truly believes and what he truly wants.

"I-I do!" You responded, "I wouldn't ever look at anyone else!" You said, but you were only feeding into his insanity, you could care less though, not only was it true, but it was also what he wanted to hear, and telling him what he wanted to hear, would help you calm him down enough to talk to him and explain that nothing happened. "Liar, why would you ignore my calls then? Why didn't you answer my texts? Why did you stay the night at his house?" As he questioned you his grip got tighter, the pain made your eyes water as you shut them. "I didn't mean to! I was just-" he yanked even harder and you cried out, "You were what?" He waited as you tried to fight against the pain, "trying to piss me off?" You denied it quickly, "No! I'm sorry! I just lost track of time! Please Taemin, please let go!" You begged, this time, he let go.

Practically pushing you back as he released you, as you fell to your knees while holding the back of your head he stood over you, "I just don't get it," he said, you couldn't pick up on his tone, you couldn't place the coldness in his voice. "I mean, I love you so much," he said, "I spend so much time with you, I buy you nice things, I take care of you, I even pay all the bills, and still..." he wrapped his hand around your throat and forced you to look up at him, "you act like it's not enough, do you not love me?" You gasped with wide and slightly teary eyes, "Is this not enough? Do you want more? Or do I have to force you to love me?" You put your hand over his to try to keep him from tightening his hand and you responded right away, "No! No! It's enough! I already love you! I love you so much Taemin!" You couldn't tell, but the sound of your panicked voice confessing your love for him, made him swell with a sick feeling of love and obsession.

"You do?" He asked, his hand still resting on your throat as he smiled, the crazed look in his eyes made you tremble, "Yes! Of course!" You expected this to be the end of it, but you were wrong, you gasped for air as he suddenly tightened his hand around your throat and tried to stand, but he pushed you back down with his other hand. "Then why would you do this to me?" He asked, "I mean, do you know how worried I was?" You tried to get his hand off your throat, scratching your skin to pry his hand off, "I didn't get a blink of sleep last night, did you know that? I couldn't help thinking that something bad could've happened," his sadistically soft tone mixed with the lack of oxygen made your body go into panic mode, you couldn't tell if he was being genuine or if he was going to kill you for his suspensions.

"I stayed up all night so stressed and worried that my sweet baby girl would never come back home, while you were out..." his grip loosened finally, but only enough for you not to faint, just enough for you to continue to be too lightheaded to think properly, "with my best friend, doing god knows what," he pulled you up to your feet by your throat, his thumb pressed into a spot under your jaw that made your mouth water, "after I was nice enough to allow you to leave too, how could you be so inconsiderate? Are you sure you love me?" Finally, he let go, you immediately took a deep breath in, almost falling over again as your head stopped spinning, you could barely think straight, your brain constantly replaying his words in your head as you tried to comprehend what he was saying. "Do you know how badly you hurt me?" He asked, 'Hurt him?' You thought to yourself.

Did you hurt him? You asked yourself in your head what you could've done to hurt him, but the pain makes it hard to think, he wouldn't have hurt you if you didn't. Taemin has never been violent to you unless it was in bed, so with poor judgment, you decided that maybe you did hurt him. "I'm so sorry," you said, tears brimming your eyes as you looked up at him weakly, "I didn't mean to, I promise it won't happen again," you added, Taemin fought with himself not to smile, but your vulnerability to him pleases him to an almost insane degree. "How can I be sure? How am I supposed to trust you? Do you know how hurt I am?" He looked at you in your eyes, and although is tone said 'sad and hurt', his eyes said differently, but you could hardly pick up on it, your head was still pounding and the fear he had instilled into you so quickly made you feel dizzy.

"I promise, please, I won't ever do it again," you didn't feel as relaxed as you wanted to when he finally smiled and sighed, that relieved and calm look on his face didn't make you feel that he had forgiven you, and you were right for feeling that way. "Then prove it," he said, "get on your knees and show me just how badly you love me," his tone once again, wicked as his face fell flat, giving you no clue on how he was feeling, but you didn't care, you just wanted him to forgive you for hurting his feelings, you wanted to remind him that no matter what you'll always love him and you'll only look at him, so, you got down on your knees. "There you go," he said praising you just a little for doing what he wanted, his constant change of emotion had you in a whirlwind of distress, every second you felt like he was going to snap again and do something more drastic.

The feeling intensified as you sat there staring at the floor doing nothing, anger and impatience bubbled up inside of him as he waited for your next move, but you were still trying to find the words to say that would make him feel better. It was like you were too dazed by his explosion of rage to realize what was going on, "Y/N?" Taemin called out, his tone is more gentle but it still makes you flinch, bringing you out of your deep thoughts, "are you okay?" He asked, as you looked up at him confused he stared back at you with a soft look in his eyes, 'What is going on?' You thought to yourself, "If you don't want to do this then we can stop, you know the safe word right?" He asked, but you didn't know what he was talking about, you have a safe word, but you weren't having sex, and to your knowledge, you weren't roleplaying, so why would you use the safe word?

Instead of trying to figure out what was going on exactly, you just nodded your head, "no no, use your words, baby," he said, "I need to hear you say it," your mouth feels almost dry as you speak, "yes, Taemin..." but you can't hide how confused you are, and as his expression changed again, you stare baffled, "what?" You made a mistake, but how were you supposed to know? You could hardly even think straight, how were you supposed to know that you had made a mistake? "S-Sir, yes sir!" You quickly corrected yourself, afraid of what he might do if you said the wrong thing. "God, you're so clumsy," he rolled his eyes and huffed, "now go ahead, get to work before I change my mind, you're wasting my time." Finally, you get it, instead of wasting another second of his precious time and energy, you quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

"I knew you could figure it out," as he pet the top of your head you flinched a little but continued to remove his pants, as you tugged them down his underwear followed with them, despite the fear in your poor confused body, you were excited from the sight of him like this, just above the waistband of his underwear was a faint happy trail, and when you finally removed his pants, his dick springs out, slapping against his pelvis and standing at attention, the tan skin of his body, paired with the faint happy trail, and pinkness of the head of his cock made your body feel hot. "Are you just gonna stare at it? Or are you going to prove how sorry you are?" You looked up at him and then back down at his dick, licking your lips before nodding and moving your body closer.

You took a deep breath before finally wrapping your mouth around the head of his cock, out of instinct, you closed your eyes and slowly took him in deeper, your tongue lay flat above your bottom teeth and caressed the underside of his length, you could hear him breathe in deeply as you set a comfortable pace for both him and yourself. "Shit..." his voice trembles a little, but you focused on pleasing him, putting your all into his pleasure as you used your mouth to apologize and show him that you loved him. You kept this pace for a minute before going a little faster, never taking him any deeper to keep your breath so that you wouldn't pull off too fast, but Taemin didn't care about your breathing, he wanted you to take him deeper and he didn't want to ask, so he grabbed a handful of your hair again, in the same spot, and led your head himself.

Usually, Taemin is only a head pusher when he's feeling especially needy or when he was in control, so it didn't at all shock you when he started leading your head to take him deeper. Your eyes water though as he touches the back of your throat, to keep him from basically going all the way down it, you put your hand on the rest of him and move your hand with your head in hopes that it would be enough for him. "Fuck...you're so good baby," he said, "does it feel good to apologize?" He asked, his voice shaken as he tried his hardest not to melt from the feeling of your mouth, you just do it so well though, you've always known exactly how to please him, and now isn't any different. As you begin to feel breathless you try to pull your mouth off for a second, but instead of letting you go, he begins to fuck your mouth.

"Not yet," his quickened breaths let you know that he's close already, that meaning that you don't breathe until he cums, "just a little longer okay baby?" You looked up at him with teary eyes, humming against him to let him know that you were nearing your limit, but so was he. "Look at you," he licked his lips and softly moaned, his voice sounds so angelic compared to the way he fucks your throat, "you're so cute...and pathetic, what would you do without me?" That lightheaded feeling returned, and your lungs burn for air but you fight the feeling, "you can't even breathe if I didn't let you, you can't think unless I help, it's like you were made for me," he pulled you off by your hair, finally letting you get a breath, you immediately gasped, a trail of saliva and precum trailing from your lips to his cock.

"Isn't that right?" He grabbed your face and forced you to look at him, "you can't live without me, can you?" The pain in your head becomes dull and your head felt like you were swimming, but his insanity guides you perfectly into his web, and with no thought behind your pretty eyes, you nodded your empty head. "That's right baby, you're such a good girl," he guided your head back to his dick, fucking your face even faster than before as you sat there like an obedient pet, allowing him to use your face as he pleased. You kept your eyes on his face, his eyebrows scrunched up and his face contorted beautifully, if being on your knees like this made him forgive you, then you'd stay there for hours, on your knees earning his forgiveness. As your eyes closed Taemin cursed, the soft throb in your mouth lets you know that he's closer than before.

A slightly salty taste in your mouth made you bring yourself closer to him, it pushed you to ignore your body's need for air and you forced your head further down until your nose hit his pelvis with every thrust, as he hits the back of your throat the taste returns, the precum building in the back of your mouth almost choked you but you did your best to swallow as much as possible. The feeling of you trying to swallow with him in your mouth made his knees feel weak, but he hid it well, "You're doing such a good job, now swallow for me okay?" You hummed an 'okay' around him and opened your eyes, his moans became louder, the sound of his voice was divine, the slight rasp with every breath and the way his voice cracked just as he was reaching his peak made your stomach tingle and as he finally came into your mouth he let out a heavenly breath, a mixture between a moan, a sigh, and a grunt, fall from his beautiful lips.

In seconds, Taemin's cum is flooding your throat and mouth, while some you can swallow, some pools in your mouth, slowly dripping out the sides of your mouth, but he wasn't going to let you waste a drop. "You better swallow it," he warned, slowly he removed himself from your mouth and watched as you struggled. You try to breathe while also trying to keep all of the saliva, precum, and cum in your mouth, "if you waste a drop, then I'll punish you," although you were afraid, you couldn't help but throb at the thought of him touching you, maybe the lack of air is driving you insane, or maybe it's the throbbing pain in your head, whatever it was, you still didn't want to be punished by Taemin, so you quickly wiped up the dribbles of cum dripping from your mouth and swallowed, licking your finger clean after.

"Such a good girl," you looked at him and opened your mouth to let him know that you had swallowed it all, "now, clean me up," he didn't have to tell you twice, and without a second thought, you began licking the slobbery mess off his cock, making sure to suck it all off and swallow it when you were done. Taemin watched in contentment, that craziness in his head had him buzzing with excitement, and seeing you fall into him made him want to fall with you. If anything, Taemin felt like more of a slave to you, than you for him, of course, he was the one who led you here in the beginning, but he was the one truly trapped, the way you looked at him with such a deep admiration and lust made him feel weak, his body was trembling with thirst and he knew no amount of his depraved tricks to get you this vulnerable would ever be enough to overpower the monopoly you have over his mind, that's why he's doing this.

"Stand up," he said, immediately you did as he said, you didn't want to set him off again, and your head couldn't handle the pain again, "aren't you gonna thank me?" He asked, "I let you swallow all of my cum instead of making you use your words to apologize," you nodded, still as absent-minded as before, and quickly thanked him, your quick submission is satisfying, but he wanted to break you down further until he could feel that you would truly never look at anyone else, ever again. "Strip," he sat down on the bed and waited, you stood there though, eyes as wide as the moon as you nervously placed your hands on the hem of your shirt, "Do I have to repeat myself?" He asked, you shook your head.

"Then strip," he said, "or do you want me to do it for you?" Your messed up mind ran wild imagining him stripping your body, ripping your clothes off of you as you laid underneath him, the warmth from the thought made you think it wouldn't be so bad, but instead of testing his patience, you began to strip. Taemin's eyes drink you in, following your hands as you slowly lift your shirt over your head, the feeling of him watching you made you feel so embarrassed, he's always so intimidating when he's observing, and a part of you has always loved it too. As you took off your underwear he stopped you, "Turn around," you did as he said and stood there nervously, "Take them off and hand them to me," still following his orders you took them off and passed them to him with your back facing him. "Good girl," you stood there as Taemin tied your hands behind your back and unclamped your bra.

"Now, turn around for me," You turned around and looked up at him, the smile on his face made you feel relaxed, "you know I love you right?" He asked, his voice was a lot more sincere now, like he was trying to be careful and lure you in, but it also seemed like he was being genuine, you nodded, you do know that Taemin loves you, so you didn't hesitate to agree. "If I'm being too rough, you can tell me to stop, so don't hesitate okay?" You nodded again, but he didn't stop looking at you yet, "I'm serious Y/N, I don't want to hurt you, if you don't enjoy it, and if you don't want it, then you can always say so, you understand?" This time you waited to answer, finally your brain had caught up with the current situation and you could truly understand what he was saying, "if you understand, use the safe word," the delicate look made you relax completely, "hot," you said, he nodded and kissed your forehead.

"Good," his demeanor changed once again, after confirming that you are consenting to go further he stopped holding back and pushed you onto the bed, you drag your body up the rest of the way and lay there, you watched as he undressed himself the rest of the way and got onto the bed himself. "My pretty baby..." he said, "you're my pretty girl," you gasped as his fingers touch your bare lips, he slipped one between and slowly began to rub slow circles on your clit, right away your body tensed up, the sudden pleasure made your head spin, you tried to close your legs but he held them opened, "stay still," he said as he moved his upper body between your legs, he moved his finger lower until he felt your dripping entrance, "you feel so wet, did being choked turn you on?" He asked, his finger slowly entering you, he made sure to be careful as he pushed his entire finger in.

"Or was it having your hair pulled?" You quietly moaned, the feeling of his finger inside of you was a complete contradiction of the pain from his fingers tugging your hair, the pleasure rippled through your body as he put his mouth on your clit, his tongue moving against it like water as his lips wrap around it. You almost screamed, you melted as he moved his mouth against the rest of your cunt while adding a finger inside of you, chills formed all over your skin and your back arched, you struggled against the restraints of your underwear, you wanted to put your hands in his hair, or at least be able to hold on to something, but with your hands underneath you and tied together, you couldn't do anything but become a slave to the pleasures of Taemin's mouth. "Oh...Oh god! Taemin!" You cried out, his movements became faster but stayed as perfect as always, he's always been so good at pleasing you.

You trembled and bit your lip, you tried not to be so loud already, but it felt so good, the warmth in your stomach spreads throughout your whole body and your toes curl, you can't stop your body from melting and thrashing around, he didn't let up though, instead he swirled his tongue around your clit while moving his fingers even faster, pressing them against a spongy spot that made you go silent, your legs threatened to shut and trap him in, but his broad shoulders kept them opened. Your hips uncontrollably buckled, you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his face, and you knew that he loved it from the feeling of him smiling against your core, he pulled his face away for a second and chuckled, "You're so cute," he looked up at you, "watch me, don't close your eyes," and just like that he went back down, this time he moved his mouth slower than his fingers.

Your eyes almost closed as they fluttered, looking into Taemin's eyes is a dangerous task already, but looking into his eyes as he eats you out like it's his last meal makes it nearly impossible, his tongue once again swirled around your clit before he pressed his tongue against it and began waving his tongue. It was a trick he learned a few years ago when he was eating ice cream, instead of just licking, he'd press his tongue against your clit, and slowly move it up and down in a waving motion. The feeling was like heaven, it felt so good that it ripped through your body, tearing you in half as the pleasure rocked you back and forth, this time you couldn't stop yourself from closing your eyes, but he didn't care, he just kept going and slowed his fingers just a little, allowing you to focus more on his tongue, he knows you'd rather have him inside of you than his fingers anyways.

"So...so good..." you moaned out, your stomach tightened, the muscles spasm and the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue and becoming softer let him know that you were close, the second he was able to completely press his tongue into it and feel your pelvic bone, he knew that you were about to cum, so he started moving his tongue in a circle and closed his eyes, he focused completely and bringing you over that point, he wanted to push you over the edge and he'd do it even if his jaw felt like it was going to fall off. "Oh god! Taemin! I-I...I'm gonna cum!" You cried out, he nodded his head, softly caressing your thighs and bringing them up to his head, he snuck his hands under your lower back and grabbed your hands, forcing you to come closer to his face as your hips rested on his arms. "Fuck!" You threw your head back and your back arched even more, before you could even tell that it was happening, a mind-splitting orgasm washes over your body.

Your muscles clamp around his fingers and you lay almost silent with faint breathes and moans leaving your mouth, finally, Taemin pulled away and licked his lips clean, "You did so well for me baby," he pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean too, moaning at the taste of you, "did it feel good my love?" You lay there breathless for a second before nodding your head, "yes..." you responded, "so good," you looked up at him as he positioned his body between your legs, this time he brought your legs up to his hips and placed his hands on your hips, "are you ready for me?" He asked, you nodded, you were more than ready for him, but Taemin wasn't going to give it to you that easy, and you should've known that, "are you sure?" He asked, "I want to hear you say it," he said, you whined at the feeling of him lining himself up with your entrance.

"Yes! I'm ready!" That was all he needed to hear, he slowly rubbed himself against you, dragging the head of his cock up and down your slit, the wetness of his saliva and your arousal feels so slick and warm, Taemin swore under his breath and bit his lip, finally, he slowly began to enter you, the slight stretch made you wince just a little but the moment he had fully bottomed out inside of you, that slight pain had completely disappeared. Taemin filled you up beautifully, every inch of him touched your walls, without even trying, he was pressed against that same spongy spot that made you see stars before, he wasn't even moving yet and you were already trembling and moaning. "You...you feel so good!" You looked up at him with such a wild desire in your eyes, it was so intense that Taemin couldn't help but become oversexed himself.

"It does baby?" He asked, his eyes low as he bit his plush bottom lip, "tell me how good it feels," he said, he slowly pulled his hips back your toes pointed forward, your legs are weak around his hips, the feeling of his length dragging against your walls made your head feel just as empty as before. "So good! I-I love it!" You cried out, "I love it so much Taemin!" You felt so desperate, and when he finally stopped, leaving the head of his cock inside of you, the desperate feeling grew until you began moving yourself against him, saying in an unexpectedly coaxing voice "Please, give me more," the pillow like tone made Taemin's stomach swell with heat, as he looked you in your eyes he felt chills all over his body. Once again, he's reminded that no matter his amount of dominance and control could stop you from winning in the end, he's a slave to you, and all it takes is one simple look for him to be on his knees, ready and willing to serve and please.

"Please?" You pushed your hips against his, the pout on your face only adding to his downfall, "god, you're so pretty..." Finally, he snapped his hips forward and slammed into you, Taemin wasted no time in setting a fast pace, he was too lost in your desires to hold back and start slow. Tingles rush up from the tip of his spine, covering the back of his neck and head as you squeeze around him and leak onto the sheets, "fuck...fuck you feel so good," he sounded as if he could cry already, and you were no different, you whimpered as you became increasingly intoxicated by the mind-blowing pleasure, you couldn't care less about the pain in your wrists, every time the head of his dick hit your cervix and pressed into that spot, you felt your grip on reality slipping further and further away, it felt like you were floating, a puddle forms in your stomach, your eyes roll back and you throw your head back.

Neither of you speak, and you both were so enthralled by this ecstasy, your bodies felt like they were becoming one, like you were melting from the heat. Taemin's mind was becoming blank as the sound of your tranquil breaths stir his brain, you feel like heaven. "Tae-Taemin..." you called out his name, your voice is so beautiful to him, he can't stop, he wants to be deeper inside of you, he wanted to be so deep inside of you that he'd never be able to pull out. "Tae...oh god! Taemin!" You squirm and wrap your legs around him tightly, holding him almost still, "fuck...it feels like...you..." he threw his head back and went faster, "god, you're gonna drive me crazy." You could feel him twitch inside of you, he was getting close already, Taemin was never one to be quick in bed, but occasionally, when he feel especially horny, he won't be able to hold himself back.

So instead of allowing himself to cum, he pulled out of you, right away you whined, you clenched around nothing as you whimper, "I know baby," he helped you up and led you to the edge of the bed, "lean over the bed for me," you quickly follow his lead, you know that you can trust him not to let you fall so you leaned over the edge of the bed knowing that he'd keep you from hurting yourself, and he did, right as you began to lean, he grabbed your hips and pulled you back so that only your head was hanging over the edge. Taemin pulled your hips up a little more, he forced you to arch your back and held your hand before slowly filling you up with his self again. The new angle made him feel so much deeper, you moaned loudly at the feeling while unconsciously moving forward. But Taemin stopped you, he held your body in place and pulled your back your hands, "Stay still baby, I don't want you to fall."

Your head feels like it's reeling, you whimpered and cursed as intense waves of pleasure cause you to breathe heavily, your eyes rolled back and you pushed back into him, your skin slapping together creating a lewd wet sound that fills the room. Your stomach clenched and you go quiet, you practically drool from the feeling of Taemin, and it doubles when he reaches his hand around and pulled you up by the throat, his hand carefully wrapped around you while the other slipped down to your clit, "I love you so much Y/N," your stomach felt like it was doing flips, your breathing completely stopped and you leaned your head back against his shoulder, "I love you so much, you're driving me crazy," you gasped and pleaded with him to let you cum, the puddle inside of your stomach becomes a pool, your eyes began to water, it felt like you were going to explode, "wait, just hold it, you can do that can't you?" You nodded, but it was no way you could hold back any longer.

Taemin could tell too, the way your walls convulsed around him told him that you were going to cum rather he told you to or not, but he didn't care, he was too close to try to stop you. Your heat was melting him and the feeling of your arousal spilling all over him turned him on even more, "I-I can't!" You cried out, his movements became harsher and the circles he rubbed on your clit were looser and sloppy but they collided perfectly and edging you closer and closer to your peak, "it's okay...it's okay baby, go ahead...cum for me baby," his sexual coos wrap around your mind and you fall into it, just as he said, you completely unravel, your liquids flood him and your warmth pulls him in deeper, just as you cum, he follows behind you, cumming deep inside of you from the feeling. You sobbed quietly from the feeling, his cum filled you up so perfectly, you could feel it spreading and the throbbing from his cock made you feel so filthy.

Taemin moans in your ear, his voice is soft and angelic, he moves his hand from your throat and clit and holds you against him as if you were going to break. The euphoric feeling washes over both your bodies and as he pulls out, his cum seeps out, dripping down your thighs, you both take a second, he continued to hold you before carefully untying your hands and helping you get back on the bed. Neither of you speak for a second, you both lay next to each other in a comfortable silence, catching your breath and collecting your thoughts. The aftermath finally catching up with you as you turn your head to him and smile, "Are you okay?" He asks, "I didn't go too far did I?" You shake your head and laugh a little, you knew he'd get worried afterward, he's always like this after intense role play, "no, of course not," you kiss the tip of his nose and smile at him, "you did amazing."

"You sure?" He turns on his side and wraps his arm around your waist, "I mean, you looked genuinely scared, I thought you forgot for a second," he says, you shake your head and close your eyes, you feel sleepy already "Nope..." you sigh happily and look at him again, "I loved every second of it." Finally, after so long, Taemin kisses you, his soft lips melt into yours and you close your eyes, butterflies fill your stomach and that loving feeling you've been waiting for washes over you, you wrap yourself around him, already falling asleep before he even pulled away, "I missed you so much darling," he says quietly, Taemin like you, was also falling asleep, "I missed you more," he kisses your forehead and holds you close while muttering a soft 'I love you', as you both drift off into sleep, peacefully, happily, and satisfied.

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Pairing: soft sugar daddy Chan x fem!read y/n

Title: My Sugar Daddy

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You would think you could own a lot of things but a sugar daddy wasn't one of them. You didn't even know how it started. How he started giving you money little by little, starting with how much he owes you because you did a favor for him. The favor being looking after his younger siblings for one night. But it made you wonder what he does to earn such a huge amount of money.

"Curious?" He asked.

"I mean, yeah. Why not?" You replied.

You two were sitting across from each other at a 5 star restaurant, waiting for the bill. Never in a million years you would've thought of dining here. Just yesterday, he had gifted you 2 bags of Louis Vuitton. And he took no for an answer. It was always no and always how much I deserve it.

"But Channie, my rommate is getting suspicious," I whine. He was also my boyfriend.

"Babe, tell her it's all from me and she can shove her attitude down the drain," he replied, softly caressing the back of my hand with his thumb, making small circles.

"Easier said than done," I sigh, as my phone rings. The name on the screen makes my blood boil. "What the fuck do you want, Joshua?"

Chan's ears perk up at the name. "You're something else, Y/N," Joshua says, his voice deep and condescending. "Tell me, does he make you scream like I did?"

"Joshua-"

"Does he fuck you like I did?"

I glance at Chan, who's looking at me, concerned. If Joshua can't stand the fact that I'm dating a better man, a better looking man than he has another thing coming for him. "As a matter of fact, he does it better."

"What?"

That got his attention. "I scream his name every night. I scream his name during the day. I scream his name because I want to. Do you wanna know why?"

The only thing comes from the other end is breathing. "I'll tell you. It's because I'm cared for. He makes me the happiest woman on earth. He makes me feel loved and cherished. He makes me feel like I'm the only woman he wants. It's because of him I..." Chan gives my hand a reassurance squeeze. "It's because of him I don't have nightmares anymore."

The line goes dead. And then a commotion of the waiter shouting for someone to stop when I spot Joshua coming to our table, not even acknowledging Chan. "You slut. You think he can give you everything? You think he's any better than me?"

"What the fuck? Are you stalking me?"

Joshua grabs my hand and yanks hard. "You're coming with me."

"Hey! Let go!" I yell, trying to get my arm out of his deathly grip when it's suddenly yanked off. I blink at Chan, standing in front glaring at Joshua. "Channie."

"She said no, mate," Chan says calmly.

"Bro, she's my girlfriend," Joshua replies.

"Was your girlfriend," Chan replied, intertwining my hand with his.

"Y/N, you gonna let him talk to me like this?" Joshua asked, pointing to Chan.

"Let me? Mate, if it wasn't for her, you would've been on the floor by now."

Oh my god. Why do I find this so attractive?

Joshua snarls and lunges for Chan. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Chan warns as several men stand up from different seats in the restaurant. Joshua's face pales as he looks at the men standing. "You see, I'm someone you don't want to mess with, especially when it comes," he says the next words with a snarl, "my girl."

My cheeks warm, my palm getting sweaty. In no way did Joshua ever made me feel this way. Maybe meeting Chan was fate?

"Fuck you," Joshua spat. "She's coming with me, one way or another." He then steps forward, lunges for me but my boyfriend was faster.

Joshua was on the ground out cold while Chan unclenched his fist, his knuckles already bruising. "Motherfucker," he hisses in pain when his eyes catch me. Then he's in front of me, his boba amber eyes scanning my face as he cupped my face. "Baby, are you okay? Please tell me you're okay."

"I'm okay," I say nodding.

He grabs my hand. "Let's go."

"Where we going?"

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"Chan, this is..." I'm in awe. The beautiful dresses with the pretty accessories and shoes are laid in front of me as more are being laid out by one of the employees in the boutique we were currently in.

"Get the handbags too," Chan orders to the employee standing beside me. When she leaves, he walks over to me. "Pick whichever you like."

"But Channie, this is too much."

"Why?"

"Because it's too much!" I motion towards the items on the couch. "I don't think I should be the one to wear these..."

"Hey," he tilts my chin up with his finger. "You are the most beautiful woman on this earth and you deserve all the love you can get." He picks one blue dress and hands it to me. "Besides, it's your birthday tomorrow. I'm getting a head start."

I giggle. "You love spoiling me, don't you?"

"Always have, baby," he smiles, winking at me.

For the next 2 hours, I try on the dresses and most of them I found very revealing. Obviously, I wasn't going to pick them but Chan insisted on me showing him all the dresses wearing them. "Channie, I practically feel naked in this."

"Yeah?" He walks over, nose diving in my neck as he sniff. "Do you want me to take them off of you?"

I lightly push him away when he laughs at my reaction. "Maybe I'll wear them just for you."

"You won't be wearing any clothes with just me, sweetheart."

I gape at him before fully pushing him away as he laughs. I go back to trying on the clothes and shoes. By the end, Chan paid for all of the dresses, shoes and any accessories that came with it. "Channie, these are too much. It's not going to fit in my closet."

Shutting the trunk to his car, he types something on his phone as he sits in the driver seat. "Put them in my place then."

"Chan-"

"Just a thought."

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The next day, I was out with my best friend eating burger and fries in the car before heading to the mall when my phone buzzes and I smile at the name popping up.

C: baby, where are you?

Y/N: i'm out with Lisa about to head to the mall

C: baby, I put a little something in your handbag before you left.

Opening my bag, I gasp. Waddles of cash sitting snug besides my wallet.

Y/N: channie, wtf

C: ;) enjoy, baby. I'll see you tonight.

"Holy shit," Lisa gasps peering into my bag. "Where am I going to find a sugar daddy?"

I roll my eyes as I glance at my phone again. Smiling, I pop a fry in my mouth when I see three dots forming.

C: princess, happy birthday. You're the most prettiest woman i know and i wouldn't have it any other way. When i look at you, i see that smile and my heart skips a beat. I love your smiles, laugh and that cute little button nose of yours. I love you dont question me spoiling you. I spoil you because i want to and i love it because when i see your eyes shine with excitement, it makes my heart grow in size.

I'm full blown crying and Luna is just in pure shock to see me cry like this because I never cry. "Sorry, he's just being sweet," I say, wiping my cheeks.

Then I look back to my phone.

C: when i look at you, my heart beats faster. When we started dating, you looked at me like i was normal, and not some dude loaded with money. You saw me. And I'm very glad you're in my life. So baby, enjoy your day. And i'll be here, my arms wide for you.

Fuck.

After calming down, Luna and I do some shopping at the mall. I bought some stuff and one of them was for Chan. I wonder if he will like it.

By the time we were done, it was around 4pm. When I dropped Luna home, I whipped out my phone.

Y/N: channie where are you?

C: home. Why?

Changing the gear, I speed my way through traffic. Parking my car on the driveway, I ring his doorbell and wait patiently but it's Felix who opens the door.

"Oh, hey Y/N."

"Felix, where is he?" I was dying to tell him. No, I needed to tell him.

"In his room upstairs," Felix stands aside letting my pass by.

I make a beeline for the stairs and see him closing the door of his room. "Oh," he says when he finally sees me as I walk towards him. "Y/N, baby how was shopp-"

His words die short when I fling myself at him, my arms around his neck and my lips crashing on his, catching him off guard. But his hands lands on my back,and moan on his lips. "Y/N, what-"

"I love you."

His whole body freezes against mine. I had wanted him to be the first to say but fuck the rules, am I right?

"What?" He whisper-asks.

I smile, giggling. "You heard me."

"Say it again."

"I love you," I replied as he hugs me, his face burying in my hair.

"Again."

"I love you." He squeezes me tight, sighing into my neck.

"Fuck," he curses. "I had been waiting to hear those words, baby, because I love you too."

He then takes out a silver bracelet from the back of his pocket. A lot of diamonds. "One of these days, I'm going to take all your credit cards and cut them with the scissors. Right in the middle."

He grins before putting the bracelet on my wrist. "This is so pretty!"

"Like you," he yanks me flushed against him. My cheeks heat.

"You know you still have to show me that collection of yours."

"Yeah?" He turns the doorknob of his room and opens it, his gaze hardening.

Not wasting another second, I throw my arms around him. Our lips crash with each other, dancing as he walks back entering his room and closes the door.

That night we gave in to each other's desires, more so him but for me, it was the best birthday gift ever.

P.S. i gave what i bought him at the mall. It was a necklace with a crescent pendant. He doesn't ever take it off.

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