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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Good Kitty

AO3

Pairings: (BBC) Yandere!Sherlock X Yandere!John X f!Reader

Summary: You're a good kitty and good kitties wait for their daddies at home.

Warnings: Smut, yandere behaviours, non-con, rough sex, crying, pain, abusing, dirty talk, oral sex, overstimulating, kidnapped reader, daddykink (I'm sorry if I forgot something)

Your sweaty face and chest were leaning against the bed as your cute little butt was up. John had teached you over and over that the only duty of weak, needy little kitties like you was to grip their daddies' dicks tight when they got home. It was simple. You just had to be at home while Sherlock and himself went on dangerous cases that only strong and powerful daddies could handle.

After John licked his tongue hungrily at the sight in front of him, he grabbed your cheeks and madly savored your wet little pussy.

He shoved his tongue into your entrance as he sucked hard on every inch of you. "Daddy!" Your seductive moans made his cock throb and he smacked you hard.

"I want to see her face, John." You gasped at Sherlock's deep voice. All his attention was on you in his seat. He gently touched his violin. "Turn her around. She'll tell me what a good kitty she was today."

John left you drooling between his mouth and you and grabbed your pussy hard as he lied you on your back. "Little kitty"

"Hhh, ahhh!!" He pulled his hand with a hard rubbing. Then he grabbed the back of your head and made you look at Sherlock. "Tell him you're our good little kitty, come on, baby." His tongue hovered on your cheek and lips. He lifted one of your legs and slapped his dick hard on your pussy one after the other. "Come on, come on, tell him. Ohh, you're driving me crazy, you're making me so horny, baby. I want to fuck you like an animal, my little pussy." John growled and made you scream in fear. Then sticked his lips to yours and burried his tongue in the deepest points.

Sherlock stood up and put his violin on the seat.

"John you selfish, horny bastard!" When John was about to fuck you, he grabbed him in frustration and pulled him over, threw him on the floor.

"What the fuck, Sherlock!" John quickly straightened up and shouted. As he was about to collapse on you again, Sherlock grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him with a brute strange. "Asshole, you're scaring her, look at her!" He pointed to you. You were shaking and looking at John with your fearful whimpers. "Besides, I didn't want you to turn her over for you to fuck before she could even answer me!"

"Look at her. Look at that delicious, wet, inviting cunt! She's waiting for us well-behaved in our house with pure eyes. She does wait all the time. Our kitty is so obedient and timid that I want to stick my dick down her throat while she looks at me with those teary eyes!"

John's brutish talk made you sob in fear. Sherlock sighed, shook his head and rolled his eyes. "You're letting your hormones and emotions run you over. You're always making her very tired."

"Her duty is to be there when I want to tire her out. Her duty is grip me fucking tight. That's what babies are for." John stroked himself harshly as he stared greedily at you, who was behind Sherlock. "Come and suck your daddy's dick, come on baby."

You looked at Sherlock with frightened eyes. You didn't want him to let that happen. John was always the most expressive and the most compelling. If he wanted you, he would say it in the dirtiest ways and have you harshly. Even though he's normally a logical and controlled person, when it comes to you, he thinks with his dick, not his brain.

Sherlock, on the other hand, was much more mysterious. He was playing with you slowly and always watching you. It was as if he understood what you were thinking, what was your next step. It was as if your next step, your movement, the sounds you made, the words you said, everything you did was a fun game for him. He enjoyed observing you. Just like the owner playing with his pet. Owner and his little kitty.

He was a scary and uncertain man and you were very afraid of him. A few times you tried to escape but he stopped you before you managed. His gaze was stern, as if he was reading your mind. But he always asked you what you were doing as if he didn't know what you were trying to do. "Confused? Did you try to find him or John? Curious about something? Go back to your room." But you both knew the truth very well. He watched you tremble as he led you back to your room.

But you didn't want him to leave you with a horny John. And he sensed that. He read you as usual. He nearly commanded John in a deep voice as he stripped off his black suit. "If you hurt her, I'll choke you." Of course, he couldn't send John out of the room with his rock-hard length. He was dying for satisfaction.

You gasped when Sherlock was finally completely naked. His hardened cock was rising relentlessly. Despite his calm and controlled appearance, crimson color, glowing head and the veins that looked like they were going to explode were actually revealing that he was no different from John. It was just Sherlock. Who doesn't want to show his feelings, or even wants to ignore them. But he also knew. He knew it too when they first saw you, kidnapped you and made you their own. He had deep feelings for you and it was undeniable.

He stroked himself a few times and swung his cock like a bow. Then he got behind John and clasped his arms tightly behind him. "Come here kitty. He can't hurt you, come on and calm Daddy John."

He growled deep in John's ear as he spoke to you in the softest voice possible. "Our poor kitty doesn't have the strength to handle your carelessness and brute strength. If you hurt her, I'll break your bones and throw you on the street"

You looked at John with wide, teary eyes as you crouched on your knees in front of him. John ignored Sherlock's threats as he lost himself at the sight. "Open your pretty little mouth and wet my big cock, come on baby."

Sherlock's strong grip stopped him as he tried to hold your head. "Take your hands off."

He tightened his grip even more. "No. Go ahead kitten." When he called out to you, you reached out and grabbed it with both hands, hoping to escape from him as soon as possible.

"Ahh!" John growled through his teeth as he tried to rub himself against you. "Take it in your mouth, come on, wrap that little tongue of yours, I want to hear your little gags."

"H-huh?" You looked tearfully at Sherlock. Your expression gave him a sadistic pleasure, but he answered your beggings without taking his eyes off you. "That won't happen, John, can't you see how fragile she is?" Then he winked at you. "Hurry up sweetie, Daddy Sherlock needs your sweet body too."

You did as he told you. You took his head in your mouth and started sucking it slowly. You kept your teary eyes on John because he had taught you over and over again that you must always look at him.

"Ohh, baby... oh my beautiful, little kitty..." He tried to push himself harder on you, but Sherlock held him back. "Take more, take more." He closed his eyes and threw his head back, whispering. "Take more, suck harder."

You took his thick lenght in your mouth as much as you could and tried to suck it harder. But it was so big that you couldn't even fit half of it in your mouth. You tried to suck as hard as you could, pressing your tongue against his shaft as he had taught you. Tears were running down your cheeks.

"Well done, little kitty. That's right, just like that." John was pretty close, but he wanted to come inside. He let you suck him a little longer, savoring your perfect face. "That's enough, baby."

As soon as he gave you permission, you backed away from him and coughed. Your hands reached out tremblingly to wipe away the tears, but only for more to be put in as the words that terrified you poured out of his mouth.

"Bring your little pussy over here." He forced Sherlock to release his arms. "I'm going to keep her bouncing in my arms until she cries and you can't stop it."

Sherlock knew he couldn't hold him back any longer, so he released John with your pleading gaze. You instinctively lifted your arm in self-defense, and John grabbed it hard and pulled you towards him. Ignoring your pleas, he lifted you up and hung your legs from his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep from falling. "I want your moans to echo on the walls, baby."

Your scream filled the room as he mercilessly entered you. Sherlock watched you with a slight smile he couldn't hide as John fucked you standing up like some kind of animal.

He never admitted it, but it turned him on when John treated their fragile little kitty like that. In this relationship, he was interested in loving your vulnerable body gently. He liked to see the fear mixed trust in your eyes as he treated you gently. But John preferred to show that he loved you in the most animalistic way. It's like two different predators. One plays mind games with his prey, gives her assurance and loves gently, the other takes ruthlessly.

John hit your cervix harder and harder. Lost in your sobs and pleadings, he fucked you as he pushed you against the wall to hit your cervix with the hardest possible thrust before giving his final hit. His thick and intense cum warmed your inside, his lips never leaving your neck. He continued to hit you slowly and rhythmically as he came down from the high.

"I love that you cry for me." As he lowered his rhythm, he slowly took himself out, allowing his cum to flow down his dick. "I love your voice so much."

He slowly carried you to the bed and chuckled knowingly at Sherlock's excited gaze.

"You secretly want to fuck our kitty like that, don't you? Ohh, I know that look in your eyes. You can't hide your desire." He laid you on the bed and pressed his lips to yours.

"I have more special and meaningful desires. The kind you can't understand." He couldn't help the trembling of his voice. He watched as John shove his fingers into you as he kissed you noisily. Your moans were so arousing.

John parted his lips. "Oh really?" Then he sucked on your neck and pressed his fingers to your sweet spot. He was gasping for breath. "What exactly do I not understand?" You moaned louder as you went high in feelings you couldn't control.

"Even if I explain, you still won't understand." Sherlock's dick throbbed. His ears were ringing, and his eyes twitched between John's fingers abusing your pussy and rubbing your hardened nipples. And of course your seductive face.

"Cum on my fingers, baby."

In a short time, pleasure filled your entire body and you cum trembling. "That's my little kitty. Oh, yes..." He took his fingers out and rubbed your clit. You tried to cover your legs with overstimulation.

"Please, don't. Please... Sher-" You wanted to call Sherlock for help, but your moans didn't allow it.

"Enough, let her go." Sherlock held John and roughly separated him from you. He actually enjoyed having Sherlock standing in front of him with his dick begging for attention.

"She's all yours. Do whatever you want to her." He grinned.

He gave John a stern look. "Oh, I will." Then he turned to you, who's curled up in bed and crying. He felt bad for a moment and wanted to take care of himself on his own. But just for a moment.

He got on top of you and placed your legs on his shoulders. You looked at him with your teary eyes and trembling lips. He caressed your legs. "I promise I'll be gentle."

He slowly pulled himself in and thrust his head back with pleasure. He looked at you as he went harder. Your bouncing breasts, closed eyes, arms on either side of your head, open mouth… the moans that spilled from your lips were blessing his ears.

"How about being a little rougher? I thought you were dying for her." John sat on the seat and spoke amusedly as he watched you.

"Shut up." he whispered. He was too full of pleasure to care about him.

"Daddy, please..."

"Look at me and tell me what a good kitty you were today." His voice was hoarse. His gaze was terrifying.

"I was-" your whimpers interrupted you. You were very tired and very sensitive.

"Come on say it." He was almost harsh. This scared you and you sobbed. His hand reached your breasts and caressed them. "Were you a good kitty today?" He took one and squeezed it. "Have you been waiting for me all day?" He quickly bent over you and pinned you between him and the bed. He whispered as his lips touched yours. "Miss me?"

His movements were slow, his lips sucking on yours slowly, his tongue slowly slipped into your mouth, savouring. Hitting your sweet spot gently.

"Is that what I can't understand? Being all romantic and slow." John laughed and turned his head. Then he turned back to you in surprise.

"How can you manage to be slow with her? She's so seductive. She's incredibly..." For a moment he stopped and moaned. "She's a total doll, a complete toy. I just... I just want to jump on her when I'm around her."

Sherlock didn't even seem to hear him. He was determined to make you cum on his dick as he slowly fucked you. He stroked your hair and continued to enjoy your lips.

John gasped in surprise. "You were right, I guess I really won't understand. But what I won't understand is how you can stay so calm and controlled around her."

Sherlock slowly parted his lips from yours and looked into your eyes. "Open your eyes and tell me."

When you looked at him, you felt his full attention was on you. It made you feel overwhelmed and you closed your eyes.

"No, no. Look at me, darling. I won't tell you again." His deep voice scared you and you looked at him again. He insistently waited for an answer. "Now, were you a good kitty today?"

You felt lost as he hit your sweet spot. "Yes, daddy." You had a hard time keeping your eyes on him.

"Uh-uh! Full sentence." He hit faster and quickly kissed your lips before staring at you again.

"I was... a good kitty... today." You said under his intense gaze. Tears were running down your cheeks and your voice was pleading.

"All for me?" For just a moment, he almost hit your cervix, but he stopped himself.

"All for... you. Please!"

"All for your daddy?" He was about to lose control. His hits got harder, but he tried to keep them as close to your sweet spot as possible.

"All for... my daddy!"

You screamed in sudden pain, but hungry lips slammed into your mouth, silencing you. The hard hits on your sweet spot and cervix both hurt and gave pleasure. You moaned hoarsely into Sherlock's mouth and dug your nails into his back as the quick, fierce movements soon made you cum. He paused for a moment, enjoying the way your spasms reached every inch of his dick. But he soon moved again and sent his cum around your walls.

He pulled his head and scanned your face. "Good kitty."

"I have to admit, I really want to fuck my baby like this, but I can't help it." John whispered as he stroked his hardened dick again.

"You were such a good kitty today. Let's clean you up now. I want you to sleep cuddling me." He took himself out slowly. His thick cum rushed through you, giving you a strange feeling of fullness. John stood up as sherlock got out of bed and bent down to pick you up.

"No, back off, Sherlock. I want her again." John growled greedily.

"Daddy, no... Please!" You burst into sobs. Sherlock immediately cupped your face to calm you down. "Don't cry, my love. I won't let that happen."

"Oh, I'm not taking permission." Sherlock held John's arm and quickly pushed back as he grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Look at her and show some mercy, for fucksake! She shouldn't be afraid of you, she should trust you and feel protected. But look what you've done. We are her protectors, damn it!" He shouted in anger.

John looked at you more carefully. More... human. You were crying and scared. You didn't feel safe. You obviously wanted to go. To escape. He regretted for a moment. For a moment he felt like a complete monster.

"I'll spread my cum on you."

Just for a moment. And so he decided to go solo. All you had to do is look at him with sweet eyes and wait for him to cum on you.

"I won't touch her, Sherlock. Get out of my way." His voice was hoarse.

He got close to John's face and snarled. "Be quick."

He shook his head and wasted no time, stood in front of you. He abused you with his words while shamelessly stroking himself.

"Look at me, kitten."

"That tight little pussy of yours is mine."

"Watch me. Look at my cock."

"Open your mouth and show me your little tongue when I cum."

And your mouth was open as he cum with aggressive growls. He spilled his cum all over you.

"That's a good little girl."

"Now that you're done, get out." As if he didn't get pleasure the fact that John had just cum on your seductive pose, Sherlock hurried over to you and took you in his arms. "I'll clean her up."

"Why am I getting out and you're cleaning her up?" He stroked himself a few more times.

"Because you're an animal, John, and she feels safe with me." He hurried to the bathroom, leaving John alone to question himself.

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ellitx · 3 years

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anon asked: okay, what about venti with a somnophilia kink? I just read your NSFW headcanon and it’s been on my head all day long (accidentally deleted the ask im sorry anon, but i think this was the context of it hhh)

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warning: NSFW content, somnophilia

Venti already came home late at night due to him being in the tavern as always. So when he entered the room, his eyes landed on your sleeping form who was peacefully dozed off under the blanket.

He quietly approached and sat next to you, silently observing how your chest heaved up and down when you breathe. A small mumble of words came from your delicate lips as you shift your body to find more warmth.

If you were awake, Venti might have kissed you already. You always kiss him whenever he comes back home. Slow and gentle, almost like a lullaby that he gradually begins to melt under your touches. He hovered his hand over your arms and deliberately left faint touches on your skin, he hopes you’re still fast asleep.

Sighing in relief that his touches did absolutely nothing to wake you up, he continued to let his fingers wander all over you.

From your arms to your face, then tracing the line of your lower lips, then down to your legs and thighs. You furrowed your brows at the ticklish sensation. Turning around, you’re back was now facing him as you grabbed a nearby pillow to hug it close to you.

Venti secretly loves watching you sleep. It has been always like that ever since he courted you. The strong desire to touch you, and have his lips graze your soft skin while you calmly dream just brings a spark in him. He reminds you of a sleepy angel with that blanket wrapped to your body like that.

He didn’t want to disturb your sleep. No. Rather, he wants to make your dreams sweeter. To make you feel good and refresh once you wake up from his little kisses and strokes.

So beautiful like this too, completely relaxed, entirely contented, and deep in your slumber. He traced a hand over your cheek, feeling the softness of your skin once more. His gaze was now fixed on your lips, staring at them in total adoration.

He licked his lips and sighed once again. The arousal curling in his stomach would be welcome at literally any other time. But with you unable to do anything...

You’ll be fine with it, right? You always said you trusted him with anything and this includes your body. He’s been constantly the one leading whenever he wants to be intimate with you so you trust him with this, right?

Of course, she does.

As long as he doesn’t disturb you and just makes you feel good and pleasured then everything’s fine. He began to pull down the black ribbon that holds his cape together and threw it aside somewhere in the room while his green cape was now pooled on the floor, leaving it behind.

Bringing himself on the bed, the bed sank down and his fingers pinched the hem of your nightgown and lifted it up to bundle it over your waist until he sees your panties for his eyes to behold.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered to himself and brought his nose close to your thighs while his fingers traced your covered slit so gently and slow as ever. He felt your body shift a little before he continued with his ministrations: licking your soft thighs, kissing on the softness of it until he brings his face closer to your core and slips a hand through your panties, and starts doing the work.

Your hips bucked to the pressure of his hand and he listened closely if there are any changes in your breathing. Venti hummed and continued to rub your pussy, his fingers feeling warm the more he strokes it, as he nuzzles his nose against your leg.

“I love you,” he whispered and hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panties to pull it down and to allow his tongue to gain entrance to your pussy. Your face scrunched up at the odd yet pleasurable sensation. He noticed your breathing changed. A bit heavier when you breathe out.

His tongue went to a still before resuming but more slowly and even. “Mhm,” Venti moaned at the taste of your juice and lifted your left leg to be placed on his shoulder.

“You’re so adorable sleeping like this.” He said, continuing to lap up your juices and carefully roaming his tongue in every corner of your pussy to avoid waking you up.

“You always love it when I do this to you right, love?” He inserted one of his fingers into you and curled it in your sweet spot that had you always writhing under him— and yet here you are still asleep, but shifting every now and then when he moves his digits in and out of you leisurely.

He can feel himself getting hard the more he continues. He was desperate to fuck you, to have you wrap your legs around his waist whilst he pounds into you to make you feel good and bring a much better dream he can give to you. Your wetness has now coated his fingers and still, you slept.

His sleepy darling, who breathed easy and deep even as your pussy twitched when he touches them. He pulled down his shorts and took the risk of putting his cock inside you. Reaching down below, his two digits parted your lips and gently and discreetly he does insert himself in you.

He was resisting the urge to fuck you senselessly. To make you cum until you cover his dick with your slicks. He drags down the thin strap of your nightgown, draping it onto your shoulders, up to having your skin bare for him to see and admire how spotless they are.

There were no love bites currently covering your skin and he wants to mark you once more. He swallowed hard and a small drop of sweat was trickling down to the side of his face when he felt himself twitched against you.

His eyes were half-lidded as his hand petted through your hair. Venti started to move his hips against you, and he stilled, catching his breath. Your lashes fluttered beneath your eyelids, light and quick as you stirred up from your sleep and process what’s currently happening.

“Venti…?”

A drowsy smile formed on his face as his fingers brushed away the hair hindering you from seeing him. “Sorry. Did I wake you, love?” He leaned forward and buried his face on your shoulder to hide himself from you. You can feel how warm his body was and so you reached for him and brushed his dark locks.

He thrust his hips against you without warning and you moaned at the sudden wave of pleasure that washed over you. It was a slow, pleasant rhythmic movement of his hips each time he lunges into you. Your fingers tangled on his hair, breathy moans and pants blessed his ears when you pulled him close to you.

Through your half-lidded gaze, you can see him getting lost to the pleasure of how tight you're hugging his cock. Each move of his hips against you made him melt, a burning desire of need fuelled even higher. His mouth fell open, a soft groan slipping.

Your brows knitted together and clutched tightly on the bedsheets when his thrusts have become deeper.

“Are you getting close, love?” He muttered and never let his movements falter during this heated and intimate moment. He put a hand between your thighs and you shivered at the contact of his fingers on your wet core. Your breath hitched and you placed an arm over your face to hide your burning aspect as you answered him with a nod.

“Hm… y-you feel so good. So hot— ah~!” With a moan escaping from your throat, you tightly clenched around him as you came while his fingers still moved against your pussy. Venti panted and placed his hands on the side of your head, moving faster and deeper before pulling out and releasing his semen all over your stomach and nightgown.

A shudder ran throughout your body when his warm breath brushed your neck. There was still thick slickness of his cum dripping out from the tip so he watches it fall onto your stomach and roll on the sides.

Few minutes of catching his breath, he grabbed a nearby towel on the nightstand and wiped away the seeds coating your belly. Once every drop was cleaned, he laid himself on top of you with a contented sigh.

To think you caught him fucking you while you’re asleep just made him so red. But he was able to pull it off smoothly because of his intoxication and desire for you. Venti tilted his head to check on you and you looked much more sleepy, flushed, and sweat-slicked due to the orgasm.

He rolled on the other side of the bed and carefully lifts you up until your body was now pressed next to him. Your head was laid on his chest and he wraps an arm over your form as well as overlapping his legs against yours.

He brought the sheets up and draped them over your body and now you’re back to sleeping soundly against his chest. With one last peck of a kiss on your temple, he soon follows after you and went to the land of nod.

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honeybunnybeez · 3 years

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IF ITS ALRIGHT CAN YOU DO A PART 2 OF KISS IT BETTER THAT WAS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVED IT

Love me sweeter

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Part 2 of, Kiss it better. Karl, Sapnap and Quackity still cling onto that promise of yours for a lunch date and more kisses. However, you certainly didn't expect it to go this way at all. You certainly aren't complaining though.

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (Y/N)!

Sapnap: Babe, give it a rest, they're probably busy.

Karl: Wait, let me try.

Quackity: If they didn't respond to me what makes you think they'd respond to you?

Sapnap: He's got you there, Karl.

Karl: Watch this.

Karl: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yes, Karl my beloved?

Sapnap: What the heck!?

Quackity: (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

You can't help but laugh as they accuse you of favouritism, jokingly arguing amongst themselves about it. You had just finished patching up Sam after another recent burn injury and were currently putting away your bandages and empty potion bottles. Taking out your clock real quick, you panic a little seeing that it was already 11:30, you haven't even gathered the ingredients for lunch you promised them yet.

"I really should stop talking about the kids to Sam when I'm in a rush," you mumble to yourself, knowing full well that you aren't going to stick to what you said.

Once everything is placed back where it should be you finally check your communicator again.

Quackity: (y/n), come oooon, don't ignore us again.

Karl: You ignored me as well :(

Sapnap: (y/n), it's importaaant.

(Y/n): Alright, alright, I'm back on.

(Y/n): You guys are so needy

Karl: I thought you loved that about us?

(Y/n): Not when I'm working, sweetheart.

You couldn't hear it (of course you couldn't, you lived pretty far away from them after all), but Karl was currently giggling like a mad man while Sapnap and Quackity playfully argued with him once again.

"Seriously!? You get the pet name too?

"Karl Jacobs, is there some sort of trick to wooing them that you aren't telling us?"

"I'm just adorable, you two," and his fiances couldn't even deny that. Instead of continuing to 'fight' over it, they huddle closer to Karl with fake pouts on their faces, eyes glued back onto their communicators.

(Y/n): Anyways, any reason why you three were blowing up my phone?

Karl: Don't cook lunch.

You hate how instantly you sighed in relief at that message-

Quackity: And wear something nice that you don't mind getting destroyed!

Sapnap: In case our little picnic trip goes south :P

(Y/n): A picnic?

Karl: Yeah, something romantic!

(Y/n): You three are pretty serious about this date, huh?

Sapnap: Of course we are, you didn't think we were kidding did you?

You feel yourself getting embarrassed as you read Sapnap's message over again. You genuinely did think this was more of a friendly date than a romantic one, and could anyone blame you? The three of them have always been rather physically affectionate with you, so you had always assumed that the feelings you all shared were simply platonic. You're glad to be proven wrong of course but still, you feel your heart race as you realized that they meant business.

Quackity: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yup, yup, still here, sorry, I was just eyeing a creeper from across my home.

Sapnap: Everything safe?

(Y/n): Yup, the fucker got taken out by a skeleton, anyways!

(Y/n): When are you guys coming over?

Karl: 1:30 sound good to you?

(Y/n): Perfect, I'll see you fella's soon

Sapnap: ♡!!!

Karl: ♡! :D

Quackity: ♡ ;)

A sudden knock on your door almost makes the cookie you were holding in your mouth drop to the floor as you let out a startled gasp. Thankfully, you catch it in time and yell out that you'd be at the door in a moment. Grabbing the container of cookies you managed to bake thanks to some leftover dough from days before, you make your way over to your front door quickly, throwing it open with much more enthusiasm than you were hoping to show.

"Surprise!" Karl happily exclaims while giving you a giant hug. You can't help but giggle and hug him back tightly as well. Over his shoulder you see Sapnap carrying a basket while Quackity carries a blanket. They give you excited smiles paired with a little wave, something you can't help but return.

When Karl pulls away, you can see him giggling nervously and flushing a little red, rubbing the back of his neck while he does so.

"Sorry, got a little excited there."

You tell him with a smile that it's fine and take a step back to admire all three of them in their clean clothes and neat hair. It's pretty rare to catch all three of them looking like this, especially Sapnap.

"Taking in how handsome we look?" Sapnap can't help but joke.

"Nah, more like how this is the first time you three have visited me without looking like a bunch of stray cats." A chorus yell of, "Hey!" causes a breath of laughter to escape your lips.

"We'll try to be on our best behavior," Quackity tries to reassure.

Karl isn't having it though and adds in a, "The keyword being try, (y/n)," causing Quackity to lightly punch his arm.

You roll your eyes, knowing that by the end of today they'll probably need quick patch ups anyways, but hey, that just means they'll be spending more time with you.

"Alright, alright, enough talking! Let's get going before the sun sets," taking one of your free hands, Sapnap is quick to take ahold of it and start walking you to the direction of their little picnic site. Along the way, Karl had taken your cookie container to hold your other hand while Quackity linked arms with Sapnap's free arm. They wouldn't let go of you or one another for the entire trip and the feeling gave you butterflies as you felt incredibly included and tended to.

The area was quite a walk away from the rest of society, you had to go through quite the trip before finally arriving. However, the trip was certainly worth it as you four finally arrived at a lovely, almost impossibly serene area deep in a forest biome. Under a specific oak tree they had lead you to, you can see torches lit up with flowers decorating the small area around it. You can't help but hide your face as you feel yourself growing impossibly flustered by the incredibly simple but cheesy setting.

"It isn't much, but we thought it would be nice to do something cute," Sapnap explains sheepishly. "Since this is our first date together and all."

"Do you like it?" Quackity asks, looking at you hopefully.

"I-I, I love it a lot," you say, trying your best to keep your voice from cracking. The words lay on the tip of your tongue as you hesitate to say it, but after peaking through your fingers a little and seeing the lovestruck expression they send your way, you can't help but let your confession slip past your lips, "I love you guys a whole lot too..."

At your confession, the three of them are quick to drop what they were holding to the side and pull you in for a tight hug. They giggle as they watch you press your hands closer to your face, kissing the top of you head and telling you how adorable they think you are.

"You have no idea how relieved we are to hear that, (y/n)," Karl confesses.

"I thought my heart was going to drop onto the floor when I heard it," Sapnap can't help but add with a chuckle.

"Does this mean we can steal all the kisses we want from you now, (y/n)?" Quackity asks, pressing one more kiss against your temple.

Slowly, you start to lower your hands away from your face, looking into the eyes of the three men smiling down on you with huge grins stuck on their faces.

"Like all of us not dating ever stopped you guys from stealing them before," you quietly sass back, causing the three of them to start kissing you more and more until you're squealing with laughter.

Well, sure they did steal countless of kisses from you before you four were an item but now things were different. You were theirs just as much as they were yours, and that just made the kisses and cuddles all the more sweeter.

A/N: Hhh, I'm so glad some of you guys enjoyed my little KarlNapIty blurb! I really hope this lives up to the first one but I'm not very confident in it if I'm being honest ^^'. I genuinely love this pair with all my heart and writing for them is lowkey an addiction XD Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagines

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anditvanisheslikemist · 2 years

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Merry Christmas from my OCs!

(more from them here)

This little story is also on AO3.

Cozy.

That's the only word for it, she thinks: the Christmas tree lights and electric candles had clicked on just as the sun was setting (at four-freaking-thirty in the afternoon, but she's trying to ignore that part), and now everything is dim and twinkling. She's got her tea, and their softest blanket, and she keeps thinking that she should turn on the lamp at the end of the couch and read, but she finds herself just watching the Christmas tree lights instead. Jamie's going to be home soon. He'll turn on the lights.

She hears the door, and the stomp of boots on the mat, trying to contain the snow, and the rustle of a winter coat and gloves and scarf and hat. And sniffling, which seems to be getting progressively more desperate as Jamie tries to take off his layers in the mudroom before his nose drips onto the floor. He's been slowly coming down with a cold all week, but every time Izzy's brought it up, Jamie has brushed it off: oh, it's just the dry air. The cold air. The warm air from coming inside. Another desperate sniff, and then he must successfully get the last of his gear off, because he's scrambling for the box of tissues in the kitchen. Three wet noseblows later, he sighs and clears his throat like it hurts.

"Iz?" The sound is barely there.

"In here." She pushes the blankets off her legs and sits up. Even in the low light, he looks tired. Exhausted. Rubbing his eyes with the heel of one hand and rubbing his running nose on the cuff of his other sleeve. "Oh," she breathes, and opens her arms. "Come here."

"I should change," he murmurs, but doesn't make for the bedroom, just shuffles toward the couch and drops down beside her.

"Later," she says, and lays back so that he follows her, head on her chest, their legs intertwined. She pulls the blanket back over them both and he burrows in close.

"Finally hit you, huh?" Running her fingers through his dark, loose curls, always a mess and always beautiful.

He nods, and sniffs, and his breath catches. hhh— ih— t'CHU! Buried in her chest. eh… ngk't'CHUMMPH! Muffled, and then, turning his head for a breath: TSCHIEW!

It leaves a damp patch in her shirt, but she just rubs his back and kisses his hair as he sniffles even more. "Bless you. Here." She rolls over enough to reach the lower shelf of the coffee table, and comes up with green and red plaid flannel squares. A DIY project from a thrifted shirt, worn impossibly soft before being given away. He blows his nose wetly into one and sets it on the floor, and is about to reach for another when his breath catches again.

eh— But Izzy's already there, soft flannel doubled up over her palm and then tucked against him to catch the eh'CHngt! hngt…CHMPH… tCHU!!

She carefully folds over the handkerchief and wraps both arms around him, the blanket still warm over them both. "You're okay," she says, low and soothing. "Work's done, you don't have to go back until the new year."

"Yeah," he breathes, eyes closed, already half-asleep.

"And I've got you, okay?" She rubs his back, and then, when he lifts his head in search of the handkerchief, presses it back in to catch a breathy ih-TCHH! "I've got tea, and soup for dinner, and we can just hang out in our pjs and find something to watch on tv. No obligations."

He breathes out, ragged and hoarse, the tension giving way a little more. "I love you," he says, and she smiles.

"Love you, too. Merry Christmas."

#sneeze kink #sneeze fic #snz #hindsight 'verse #anditvanisheslikemist writes

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kamabrahr · 3 years

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have any sfw/nsfw birthday-themed headcanons for the birthday boy? (HHH)

Hmm. Let me see what I can do!

Triple H x GN!Reader Birthday Headcanons

Fun, feckery (I can say "fuck", I just like to say "feck" more), and somewhat cute fluff below the cut!

Contrary to popular belief, Hunter doesn't really like celebrating his birthdays. It's a reminder that he's getting older every year, and he swears he hears the Undertaker sharpening his scythe every time the b-day rolls around.

So it's up to you to make something that won't make him too uncomfortable, like avoiding those birthday balloons for his age number (you tried once - he immediately stomped over them before going on like nothing happened), and making sure the cake, while as fancy and packed with as many good ol' calories as it can get for it's technically his cheat day, has no clear indication of what it's for. For this year, you honor the DX by making the cake black and neon green.

...to which Shawn, who you invited among a few others immediately tries to dive in. You had to remind him what occasion it was with the cake knife, which was an actual blade you just took off a display in the house to improvise. Hunter wouldn't mind. Would he?

Alcohol everywhere. Somewhere among the whiskey and Finn playing bartender you spot Hunter grabbing a drink. Dressed with a simple white shirt and slacks you were tempted to go over and get a hug, until the Deadman himself stood in the way.

You braced for your death, until he said: "This microphone isn't working."

You then remember that you set up a karaoke spot, and, of all the people to do a duet together, Seth Rollins and Steve Austin were there doing their rendition of Don't Go Breaking My Heart. Do you even want to know what The Undertaker wanted to sing?

Adamant to make this party the damned best for Hunter, you even got lights in his favorite color and managed to get everyone dressed in a coherent palette, damn it, you didn't touch the drinks, going over to guest by guest and making sure they're having a great time, while sneaking glances at your beau.

He was smiling wide and laughing and just having the time of his life with his loved ones around him along with horrid karaoke music (you finally found out what The Undertaker wanted to sing and wished you hadn't), and that's all you needed to see, happily sighing to yourself.

Hunter even accepted the gifts well - you make a mental note to tell people to stop buying him swords though; the collection was getting ridiculous.

At one point, Hunter had finally managed to get over to you, slipping his hands from the back to embrace you and kissed you on the cheek, before asking you for a dance.

Dua Lipa wasn't exactly the most romantic of music, and you cursed the fact that you allowed the guests to put in whatever they want on the Spotify party playlist. Hunter played along, though. Disco wasn't really your forte, but looking up at him as you tried to follow his equally bad moves, disco...dancing in general wasn't really his forte either, for a moment, captured in your matching grins and twinkles in your eyes, everything was alright.

...the carnage of the party after it was over, though, not as much, and scooping a few bodies off the floor to settle on couches instead, you reached over to start cleaning up and prepare the hangover antidotes for the morning.

"Nope, get over here, you," the gruffy voice you had grown so familiar to carried you up his arms. You protested against Hunter, who else was going to take care of the mess if not you?

"You spent days...and my credit cards on this all. I appreciate it. I think you need to take a breath before you burst a vessel," he murmured between pecks, settling you by the balcony before sitting next to you.

"If I burst a vessel, will you still think I'm beautiful?" You joke, but sobered when you see his more demure face.

"...Y/n, thank you. Really. I don't really have good memories with birthdays, but since you got around, things changed. I changed. All thanks to you, and I never want it to change..."

He shifted his hand, going into his pocket...

You weren't ready for this. Right now? Or all times, right now? He's proposing right now?

"Oh, Hunter Hearst Helm..."

Your voice dropped to a groan as he produced a pair of nylon stockings and a little leather collar with his name on it. "...We were having a moment."

"What moment?" The man snickered, smooching your forehead. "Come on, it's my birthday, cut me some slack. What's a good birthday without some nice birthday sex?"

"You hate your birthdays," you mumbled, holding your arms out. Hunter took the cue immediately and carried you up in his arms, doing a dramatic spin as he made his way back inside with you.

"But I like parties. And sex." You rolled your eyes at this unbelievable man.

"And you, Y/n."

Unbelievable. "Happy birthday, Hunter."

"Happy birthday to me, indeed," he grinned, kicking the bedroom door open.

#kieran writes #headcanons #triple h #hunter hearst helmsley #triple h x reader #i just had a lot of coffee so i was in more of a happy fluffy comedy mood sorry lmao

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chaoticminhos · 4 years

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coughing up the butterflies that died in my stomach when you broke my heart

--”It was draining, he thought, pretending to love you.”

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

warnings: death, guns, chan’s kind of an asshole

word count: 9.7k

a/n: this is the longest shit i’ve written to date n i’m kinda super really proud of it, also sorry for the total fall out boy move i pulled with the title hhh i just like it a lots

you let out a content sigh as your boyfriend trailed his lips along your neck, biting down lightly and sucking on a sweet spot he knew by heart by now. he pulled away and admired his work before capturing your lips with his, pressing your hips down against his growing bulge and making an attempt to deepen the kiss. you pulled away from him with a giggle.

“hyunjin, i really have to go. i promised my dad i’d be up early to help him with some work stuff tomorrow.”

he pouted, “what do you even have to do? why can’t he do it himself?”

you laughed at your boyfriends clingy behavior, “i’m supposed to talk to some girls he’s considering hiring. says i’m less threatening than a tall, scary-looking old man.”

“what’s he hiring for?”

you sighed, he always did this. whenever the topic of your fathers business came up, he could never let it go.

“hyunjin.”

“what?” he tossed a hand in the air, keeping the other delicately on your waist, “is it so bad that i’m curious what my girlfriend does for a living?”

you sighed as he continued.

“i mean, we’ve been together for months and i still know basically nothing about your family business,” he let out a small laugh, “i’m starting to think it’s something illegal.”

you scoffed, smiling down at your boyfriend.

“baby, it’s not illegal, it’s just... private.”

“sounds pretty sketchy to me.”

you brought your lips to his again, smiling against them as you lifted yourself off of his lap with a giggle. he reached out to you with a pout on his face as you distanced yourself from him.

“baby, no, stay a little longer.”

you laughed, tossing your phone into your bag with the rest of your things and putting on your shoes.

“i would if i could, jinnie.”

the pout remained on his lips until you made your way back to him and gave him a last kiss before leaving for the night.

“i love you.”

“love you too.” he smiled up at you from his position on the couch.

the smile left his features the second the door shut behind you, sinking deeper into his couch with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, and pulling out his phone to dial his bosses number to give his daily update.

it was draining, he thought, pretending to love you.

the phone rang a couple times before it was picked up, his bosses voice on the other end.

“anything new?”

“no, chan.” he ran a hand across his face, “same as the last five months. she still won’t tell me anything.” he sat up, “and she’s never going to. can’t we just accept that this mission failed and find another way to compromise the park mafia?”

“she’ll crack or slip up eventually, hyunjin. she loves you.”

hyunjin let out an exaggerated sigh before ending the call, “who doesn’t?”

he gathered his own things and stepped outside of the apartment, locking the door behind him. although his gang owned the place and he could stay there if he wanted to, he much rather preferred the mansion with the 8 other boys. they’d only bought this small apartment for the sake of his current mission, you’d obviously know something was up if he took you to a huge mansion.

no, to you, he lived in a small, mediocre apartment that had a creaky floor and annoying neighbors. to you, he worked as a teachers assistant for the college the both of you were attending and that’s how he got his money.

it was partially true, he did attend the same university as you. you were a freshman and he was in his sophomore year. he didn’t work as a teachers assistant, though. chan provided all the money he needed to keep afloat so he had no reason to work a regular job. to be fair, dating you was kind of like his job.

he was majoring in business, just like you were. that’s how he made himself present in your life, sharing so many classes with you.

a few weeks into the first semester of your freshman year you ran into someone while on your way to class, bumping right into the chest of one of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen. you later learned his name to be hwang hyunjin.

“oh, i’m sorry!” you squeaked before looking up to see who you’d accidentally crashed into.

“it’s okay, that was totally my fault.” he reached his hand out to you with a big smile, “i’m hyunjin.”

you hesitantly took his hand, face flushing as your skin came into contact with his, “y/n.”

“where are you headed, y/n?”

“i have a business lecture soon.”

“really? so do i! let’s walk together.”

you awkwardly agreed. there wasn’t any way for you to get out of it, not that you really wanted to. despite your shy behavior at first, he kept a good conversation going as he walked you to class. you told him that you were majoring in business to help out with your family business and he told you that the only thing that stressed him out more than classes was his dog.

he offered a small wave when you two split as you entered the classroom.

you sat in your usual spot and glanced to see where he was seated. how had you never noticed him before? sure, the class was huge and there were a bunch of people but you were sure you would have noticed someone like him before. now that you had noticed him, though, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

you recognized some of the boys he sat with. jeongin was a freshman just like you, so you had met him during the freshman introductory meetings and all the ‘student bonding’ activities the school made freshman go to. you knew jisung as well, he was in your biology class. you’d even been paired with him for a project at the way start of the year. he was a good partner, even though he complained the whole time about being one of the only sophomores in a class full of freshman. it was okay though, because he stated that you were an okay freshman.

as you continued to scan his friends for anyone you knew, you noticed him looking in your direction as well. his eyes caught yours and you turned your head quickly, face flushing red as you turned to the front.

you spent the whole class thing of and sneaking glances at the pretty boy you’d bumped into earlier that day.

hyunjin had asked for your phone number that day after class was over, stating with a red face that he was going to ask you before but he got too scared. from then on, the two of you texted constantly and it wasn’t long before he asked you on a date. you obviously said yes.

you quickly learned that he was so much more than a just pretty face. he told you more about his dog and how much he loved animals, his eyes lighting up whenever you asked how kkami was doing. he talked so fast when he was speaking of something he really cared about, tripping over his words and apologizing every other sentence for it. he’d gotten over that by now, he stopped apologizing when you told him you thought it was cute.

he told you about his friends and even introduced you to them. the first time you met them was at his small apartment and you were amazed that you and all 9 of the boys could fit in there. jisung recognized you from class and even remembered your name, which surprised you. you didn’t think of yourself as very memorable. he said someone as pretty as you was very memorable. hyunjin said jisung wasn’t allowed to talk anymore if all he was going to do was flirt with you and you laughed because as much as you enjoyed his friends already, no one could take you away from him.

about a month into the relationship, you had become close with all of the boys. you spent most of your time with hyunjin, but you no longer felt awkward with the other boys around and you weren’t embarrassed by their teasing about you and hyunjin anymore. you learned that most of them were also focusing on business. the only ones who weren’t were jeongin and seungmin, who were in computer programming,

you thought it was odd at first that so many of them were in business. your father always told you to be careful around groups of friends that all majored in business, but many of them had family businesses to take over or help with, just like you. you figured their family ran different sorts of businesses than yours did, but a business is a business no matter how big or legal.

despite your dad not trusting your business major boyfriend or his friends, you came to trust them all very quickly. especially hyunjin.

even after just a month and a half of dating, you knew you loved him. you called him the night you realized it and told him. you figured there was no point in waiting, you had these feelings and you weren’t sorry for it. you could practically hear his smile through the phone as he told you he loved you too.

when you told your dad you loved him, he told you to break up with him.

“i don’t trust them,” he said, “they’re probably a gang.”

“they’re not a gang, dad. not every kid majoring in business is doing it to help their father run an illegal business like i am.”

illegal.

sometimes the word illegal made your stomach feel weird. sure, you knew your dads business wasn’t clean, but it wasn’t anything terrible either. it’s not like you assisted with sex trafficking girls or blowing up buildings with bombs. your dad assured you that nothing you assisted with was ever to hurt anyone or cause anyone danger. you just laundered money. and it wasn’t like you were the ones selling the drugs, you just cleaned the money made from others selling the drugs. it’s different. and you believed him. after all, your dad was a good man. he’d gotten involved with some sketchy men and now your family was roped into illegal activities, but he wouldn’t hurt anyone and he was just doing what was best for your family and following orders from his boss. he owned his company, but he still worked for someone else. so even if there was anything strongly against your morals, it wouldn’t be like you had a choice.

he explained it to you as a partnership of sorts. they got the money, you weren’t 100% sure how, but selling drugs or theft of various kinds was most likely, and all your family did was clean up the money.

but even then, you knew what you did was very, very illegal. just because you were following orders doesn’t mean you couldn’t get charged. you had to keep everything you did quiet and you couldn’t talk to anyone but your own family about it. your dad made it clear what could happen if anything about it got out. lots and lots of legal action, or, if you somehow managed to evade the police, being killed by his superiors for messing up.

so to everyone other than your mom and dad, you were just a rich family who liked to invest in places and own buildings. it made a lot of money and it gave you means to launder the money through. you would figure out ways to slip the dirty money into transactions and make it legitimate and able to use.

it was hard keeping it from hyunjin, you didn’t like lying to him. okay well, technically you didn’t have to lie too much, but you had to keep a lot of the truth away from him. sometimes you wished you could talk to him about things, this type of work gets pretty stressful and there’s some stuff you don’t really want to talk to your parents about. plus, whenever you voiced your anxiety revolving around the business and being involved in it you got the same lecture about it being nothing to worry about so long as you keep your mouth shut about it all and don’t mess up.

you couldn’t talk about it much, but hyunjin asked about your work a lot. you knew it was just because it’s kind of weird when your significant other doesn’t really talk about their job. he understood that it was private though. you told him you handled a lot of the financials for things and that stuff was best kept to just employees. again, it wasn’t really a lie! you did handle a lot of money and financials. maybe you should have taken more than the base level economics classes in high school.

you thought nothing of his curiosity, you’d be curious if he didn’t talk much about his job, either. he made a lot of jokes about you being a secret spy and things like that which made you laugh. he made jokes about you being involved with illegal things, too, but you knew he was joking. he didn’t know, there would be no way for him to know, so you always blew it off and joked back.

but he did know. him and the rest of the boys, they knew as much as there was to know about your family business. they knew who your father was and they knew what type of business he ran. in fact, they knew more about the type of industry your father ran than you did yourself. you were under the impression that the family business consisted of cleaning dirty money, but that was just the start of what your father ran.

he was the head of one of the most dangerous korean mafias, the largest one known for sex trafficking in the country. stray kids focused their attention on bringing down people like your father. sure, they had to pull some legal strings of their own to accomplish their goals, but it was for the benefit of others in the long run. plus, they didn’t hurt innocents. not any more than they had to, at least.

you, however, were not innocent. most of the boys, hyunjin included, had given up on the idea of you knowing much about your fathers business. they thought you genuinely didn’t know anything bad was happening, but chan was convinced it was an act. no one could be as involved in a business as you were and not know specifics about it. no, you knew what your father ran, he was sure of it.

hyunjin turned the doorknob to the mansion and stepped inside, locking it behind him. he was probably the last home, and if he wasn’t, everyone had a key.

he carried his things to his room before heading back down the stairs and into the living room where all 8 of his friends were sitting and chatting.

he plopped himself down in an empty spot beside felix on the couch, immediately addressing chan.

“it’s a waste of my time, dude. she doesn’t know anything.”

hyunjin watched as chans jaw clenched. he did not want to be having this argument again.

“she does, hyunjin.”

“i don’t think she does, hyung. and even if she did, it’s obvious we aren’t getting anything out of her.” jisung spoke up.

“she’ll slip up, jisung.”

it was hyunjins turn to speak again, “it’s been over five months and she hasn’t shown any sign of knowing anything about what her father does. i think she really thinks it’s just a normal business.”

“if she thought it was a normal business why would she be so secretive about it?” chan challenged.

hyunjin shrugged, “lots of completely legal things need to be kept secret.”

“you just want to be able to break up with her so you can whore around campus again.” felix teased, causing hyunjin to send a glare in his direction.

“she thinks she’s my girlfriend felix, i have no problem getting my dick wet.”

“even with your dick in her you can’t get any more information out of her in nearly six months than jisung did during a two week bio project.”

“why are you complaining, jinnie? i’d be all over her if i didn’t know who her father was.” minho chimed in, also earning a glare from hyunjin.

“shut the fuck up.”

“you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

chan cleared his throat to interrupt the bickering, turning to address hyunjin again.

“give it until the six month mark. if she still hadn’t cracked or slipped by then, we’ll find another way.”

hyunjin scoffed, “what, send another one of us on a useless goose chase to try to get information out of her she doesn’t even have?”

“hyunjin, i get that you’re frustrated and six months is a long time to pretend you love someone, but-“

he didn’t quite catch the rest of what his leader said, his mind pausing for a moment at those words.

“pretend to love someone.”

he wasn’t given time to analyze why those words made something inside of him churn before chan was snapping his fingers in front of his face to gain his attention back.

“are you good, jinnie?”

“yeah,” he sighed, brushing off his brief moment of discomfort, “just exhausted.”

“it’s hard work, man. you’re a good actor. she really thinks you’re head over heels for her.”

a laugh fell from his lips, “where’s my fucking emmy?”

three weeks.

just three more weeks and then he could end things with you. three more weeks until he could stop going to that shitty apartment every day after his classes and instead just head straight home to the mansion. god, it’s been forever since he was able to go home before sundown. he always had to stay at the apartment until late at night on the chance that you’d want to see him or come over.

three weeks he reminded himself as he got up to address the knocking at the apartment door. he greeted you with a smile and wide arms.

“hey, baby.”

you snuggled into his chest, “i missed you.”

“you literally saw me last night, you crybaby.”

you pouted up at him, “it’s been almost 24 hours! that’s way too long!”

he laughed before placing a kiss to your nose, lightly holding your arm and leading you to his living room.

“i already picked a movie, but you can choose a different one if you want.”

you glanced at the screen and pretended to think for a moment, he knew you could never say no to this movie, it was one of your favorite.

“i guess this one will do.”

he chuckled as he made himself one with the couch, opening his arms to welcome you into them while the movie started. he pulled a blanket up over the two of you and secured his arms around you, making sure you were comfortable before focusing his attention on the movie.

about halfway through the film, your witty comments and replies to your boyfriend stopped and were replaced with tiny snores. feeling tired himself, he shut the movie off and reached for his phone to let chan know he would be staying at the apartment tonight. he couldn’t leave you here alone, a real boyfriend wouldn’t do that. he carefully shifted your bodies so you were both laying down and you started to stir, a small groan of annoyance passing your lips.

“shh, baby, go back to sleep.”

you complied, immediately falling back into slumber. as he secured his arms around you once again and you buried your face in his chest in your sleep, he couldn’t help but to smile.

you looked so cute when you were asleep. how did you manage it? you weren’t even doing anything, but you made a funny feeling pool in his stomach. without much thought, hyunjin placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“goodnight, baby.”

two weeks.

well, technically it was a week and 6 days. that’s how much longer he had to keep the ruse up. but that countdown was far from his mind.

he was in your apartment this time, and the second you opened the door for him, he had it slammed shut with your back pressed against it. you let out a surprised noise as his lips crashed to yours, but you made no effort to stop it. it was messy, full of teeth, but you couldn’t get enough of it.

you were finally able to speak when he pulled away and started trailing kisses down your neck.

“hyunjin, what’s gotten into you?”

“just,” he spoke between kisses, “had a long day.”

he had multiple tests and he was sure he bombed most, if not all, of them. he was angry and frustrated and he needed to calm down. the first thing that came to his mind whenever he needed to destress was the same as always— you.

you let him pick you up and you wrapped your legs around his body as he carried you to your bedroom, lips never leaving your own. he’d been here so many times that he knew where he was going without having to look.

he laid you with your back to the mattress and wasted no time ridding the both of you of clothes.

he brought his lips to your nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before taking it into his mouth and sucking. you moaned at the feeling, he knew just what you liked and he delivered every single time he took you to bed.

you whined when he removed himself from your breast, the cold air hitting your wet nipple. he traced sloppy, wet kisses down your stomach and across your thighs, stopping before he could reach where you wanted him most.

you would have whined, but you were cut off by his finger suddenly entering you and his lips attaching to your core. he pumped his finger in and out of you slowly before adding another, and then another until you were moaning out that you were close. he pulled away, earning an annoyed huff from your mouth. you’d expected it though, he loved to tease you.

it wasn’t long before he was bottoming out and pounding into you so hard that you almost felt sorry for your neighbors for having to hear the bed squeak like it was.

“baby,” you panted out, “i’m close.”

he took that as his sign to bring his thumb to your core, paying attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves. he could tell by the way that you clenched around him and moaned his name that you were coming undone.

he snapped his eyes to your face, eyes screwed shut and bottom lip pulled between your teeth. god, you looked absolutely gorgeous like this. the sight of you in such deep pleasure threw him over the edge, giving a few last thrusts before pulling out of you and stroking himself through his orgasm as he spilled onto your stomach. he rode out his high before leaning down and placing a soft kiss to your lips. he took up, admiring the way you looked, all fucked out with his seed covering your stomach. there it was, that feeling in his stomach again, almost like lightning bugs were coming alive inside of his tummy.

he grabbed a washcloth and cleaned himself off before wiping you clean as well and then helping you to the bathroom. he pulled on a pair of boxers and went to get you a glass of something to drink and a snack.

you were already back on the bed when he returned and he frowned.

“baby, i could have helped you back.”

you laughed, “it’s okay, my legs aren’t too sore.”

he raised an eyebrow teasingly, “oh, is that so? do i need to work harder next time?”

you laughed again, taking a hold of his arm and pulling him down to lay beside you. he kissed you lightly, reaching to the floor to hand you the t-shirt he had been wearing before for you to put on. you slipped it over your shoulders, loving that it smelled like him.

he smiled, you always looked so cute and small in his clothes.

he made sure you drank some water and ate a little before allowing you to bury your face in his chest and fall asleep. he sent a message to chan yet again that he wouldn’t be coming home that night. in fact, he’d barely slept at the mansion in the past week, spending most of his nights either here or at his ‘apartment’ with you.

one week.

one more week was supposed to be how much time left hyunjin had with you, but that all came crashing and burning as you stared blankly at his lit up phone screen. he stepped out of his bathroom with a towel around his waist and was met with your confused and hurt eyes.

“hyunjin.” you started, “what the fuck is this?”

you frowned, coming closer to see what you were talking about. there, on the screen of his phone, was a text message from chan.

“she’s not going to break within the next week. bring her to the mansion, i have a plan.”

his eyes widened and he snatched the phone from your hands, quickly dialing chans number and holding the phone to his ear as he used his other arm to try to secure you from running out. he quickly gave up, putting the phone on speaker and tossing it aside and using his full strength to pin you down.

“hello?” chans voice rang from the phone. no response.

“hyunjin, what’s going on?”

raising his voice above your cries, hyunjin spoke.

“chan, get to the apartment now! she knows.”

it didn’t take long for chan and the rest of the boys to arrive, the mansion wasn’t that far away and it’s not like they were obeying any speeding laws.

it was surprisingly easy for hyunjin to keep you contained while they were on their way. after a few minutes, you stopped struggling against him. there was a look in your eyes that made him feel like throwing up and he almost wished you would keep fighting against him so he wouldn’t have to see it.

you didn’t struggle as they lead you to a car and shoved you in the backseat, either. you knew you were no match for 9 guys. plus, what were they going to do, torture you? nothing could hurt you more than the aching in the pit of your stomach at that moment. hyunjin didn’t love you.

they didn’t bother to cover your eyes on the car ride or to shield you from seeing their home. great. that meant it didn’t matter what you saw. they were probably going to kill you. you choked down a sob as the idea of hyunjin holding a gun to your head.

they brought you into a room with a cement floor and cement walls and you scoffed lightly, they must do this often, you thought, to have a whole room for it. there was even a big, deep brown stain covering a part of the floor, showing that they’d brought people to and disposed of people in that very room before.

you didn’t fight as they brought your hands to a set of chained cuffs that were connected to the wall. there was about four feel of chain, giving you a small area to move around. you tugged lightly as they secured the cuffs around your wrists, there was no getting out of them. not that it mattered.

even if you did manage to escape that room somehow, it was no use. you didn’t know the layout of the building. sure, you knew that they’d brought you down a flight of stairs and you’d made a right turn somewhere or another, but you hadn’t been paying attention.

you only moved to acknowledge them when they all crowded into the small room, watching you like they expected something from you. you felt tears roll down your face as you observed the people you called your friends and the boy you were in love with mutter amongst themselves about what to say first.

“what am i doing here?”

chan was the one to respond and you caught on pretty quick that he was the leader of whatever they had.

“you tell me, y/n.”

you leaned your back against the hard wall and slid down until you were in a sitting position, pulling your knees to your chest.

“is this about my dad?” you began and chan raised his eyebrows as if to say i told you so to the others, “did we cut you short? i’m sorry, we had a rough month last month and-“

changbin cut you off, “cut us short?”

you nodded, “not clean enough? i swear we’ll make it back, pay you double what we missed-“

“what are you talking about?”

you frowned, “isn’t that what this is about? we- we launder for you, right?”

chan crouched down so he was eye level with you, “we don’t give a shit about money laundering, y/n. we’re concerned with the human trafficking and selling young girls and boys like they’re cattle.”

your eyes went wide, “we don’t-“

hyunjin scoffed, “y/n, why do you really think your dad puts out ads for young interns so often? where do they all go?”

you looked at him. his tone was so, so cold, but you swore you saw something akin to pain in his dark eyes.

“he has you screen all those girls for jobs, but do you ever see them at work?”

you shook your head.

“but you already knew that they weren’t getting jobs, didn’t you?” chan questioned.

you processed their words and the more you thought of it the more it made sense. why else would he have you interview so many people when you couldn’t think of anywhere they would be put to work? no, there had to be an explanation. your dad would never do that. your mom would never okay it.

your eyes locked with chans and something inside of you broke, he really thought you were involved with human trafficking. he thought you were capable of conning people your age into trusting you and then giving them to creepy old men to buy and use like toys. his eyes showed no sign of doubting himself on it.

you broke down, burying your face in your hands and curling up into yourself, trying to disappear. how could he think that of you? is this what they all thought? what hyunjin thought?

chan scoffed and stood as he was about to say something else, but jisung interrupted in a hesitant and soft tone.

“hyung, i really don’t think she knew.”

chan looked at him before looking back at your distressed state, desperately trying to catch your breath and stop the tears. you didn’t want to look so pathetic in front of them.

“we can talk more later. she’s no use right now.”

he turned to leave the room and everyone followed him out, save hyunjin. he lingered, waiting until everyone else was out before pulling the door shut and crouching down next to you.

he reached a hand to smooth down your hair but you recoiled from his touch. he seemed shocked at your reaction but regained composure so quickly you weren’t even sure if what you saw was surprise.

was he really still going to act like he cared? the tears staining your cheeks weren’t given a chance to dry as more fell over them.

despite your attempt to hide how badly you were breaking, your voice shook with every word you said.

“why, hyunjin?”

he stood and shrugged, his caring personality from moments before long gone. you guessed you had imagined it after all.

“it’s just work.”

“you-“ your voice broke, “you never loved me! you let me think you loved me.”

he just stared at you. you couldn’t tell what was worse, when he pretended to care or moments like that where it was obvious he never did.

“you let me fall in love with you, hyunjin!” you were yelling by now, “i trusted you! i let you take my virginity and i-“ you choked down a sob, “i loved you so much.” you raised your eyes to meet his, “it meant nothing to you? you didn’t feel anything? all the times you said you loved me and all the times you made love to me, you felt nothing?”

if there was any flicker of guilt or pain he felt at your words, he did a hell of a job hiding it.

“nope.” he shrugged, speaking with a dry tone, “having something to put my dick in was just a perk of the job.”

you didn’t say anything else, you just watched him leave in silence, letting yourself sink completely to the floor as the door shut behind him.

you couldn’t see it, but in the hallway just outside the door, hyunjin pressed the back of his head against the wall as he brought his hands to his face, desperately trying to shake the aching feeling from his heart.

to say you were surprised when they actually brought you breakfast the next morning would be an understatement. you expected cruel, harsh punishments until you confessed to things you didn’t even know.

instead, you got a neat plate containing pancakes, eggs, and some bacon, all delivered by the youngest of the group, the only one that was a freshman with you.

you hesitantly accepted, chuckling softly at the plastic cutlery.

“thanks, jeongin.”

he fidgeted nervously, “no problem, noona. hyunjin said you liked this kind of stuff for breakfast so-“

he stopped speaking mid sentence when your eyes snapped up from the plate to him at the mention of your boyfriends name.

was he even your boyfriend anymore? ex boyfriend?

“did he make these?” you gestured to the pancakes. jeongin nodded, and suddenly the food didn’t seem as appealing as it had when he first brought it.

you managed to choke down most of the meal, but not even a whole bottle of maple syrup could cover up the bitter taste the food left in your mouth. you thought back to all the other times he’d made you breakfast like this.

the morning after you let him take your virginity came to your mind. he’d woken you up with a gentle kiss and gave you breakfast in bed. he ate with you and told you how much he loved you, that he never wanted to lose you. the memory used to be one of your favorites, now it just made you want to throw up the pancakes you’d forced down your throat earlier.

jeongin stayed with you until you told him you were done eating and you were surprisingly sad to see him leave, shutting the door behind him when he left and leaving you alone in the cold room again.

jeongin brought you all of your meals. he brought you lunch and dinner that day. he sat with you the whole time you ate those, too. he always seemed like he wanted to say something to you but was hesitant to. he seemed to genuinely feel bad for doing this to you.

jeongin was the only person you’d seen all day until a few hours after dinner, you couldn’t tell the time, the nine of them squished into your cell again, just like the day before. you were mentally preparing yourself for another emotional draining.

you flinched when felix took a step towards you, reaching his hands to yours. he assured you he didn’t want to hurt you, saying that jeongin mentioned he’d noticed you needed patching up. he examined your wrists, all bruised and cut up from struggling against the cuffs. it’s funny, you hadn’t even realized your injuries. hell, you hadn’t realized you were struggling enough to cause yourself injury.

he pushed the cuffs away from the major cuts and bruises before taking an alcohol wipe to them. you hissed when it came in contact with your cuts, wincing at the way the cloth turned red so quickly.

he wrapped small bandages around both of your wrists, both to keep the old cuts from opening and to prevent new ones.

felix offered a small smile as he finished up and joined the rest of the boys on the other side of the room.

the gentle moment was short lived.

“anything new to tell us since yesterday, y/n?”

your eyes fell on the source of the voice, none other than chan. you let out a sad laugh.

“it seems like you’re the ones enlightening me.”

he lurched forward, grabbing the chain of the cuffs and pulling you close to him so your faces were only inches apart. you winced at the harsh movement against your wrists.

“you think this is funny?”

you didn’t respond, so he tugged the chain again, earning another small cry from you. this was not the chan you knew and it terrified you.

“hyung-“ jeongin began, only to be cut off by a glare from chan.

“no.”

another small tug, what a fucking sadist.

“no, i swear, i don’t know anything. okay? i swear.”

he stared into your eyes for longer than you were comfortable with before releasing his grip on the cuffs, letting your hands drop.

without saying anything more, he left the room. the others went to follow him out, but were stopped by your small voice.

“jeongin?”

he turned, making his way to you. you lifted up your wrists, showing the bandages completely bled through. chan tugging on them must have irritated them. hyunjin lingered at the door and watched the way you let jeongin move your hand around to look at it so comfortably, so different from how you’d cowered away from him the day before.

it frustrated him, seeing you trusting jeongin like that. it should be him, right? you don’t even know jeongin that well, but you’d know him for months. he couldn’t blame you, though. why would you still trust him after everything he’d put you through?

he was snapped out of his thoughts as jeongin met him at the door and stated he needed to go to the medical wing to get bandages to replace the bloodied ones you had on. hyunjin contemplated staying with you while jeongin went to grab the supplies, but one quick look at you could tell you were begging him not to.

he was angry at chan. there was no reason to treat you like that. he didn’t care that it was you because he didn’t have any feelings for you, but no one deserved that treatment when it’s unsure and improbable that they’re guilty.

he didn’t have any feelings for you. it was just him getting used to not having to act like he did. he didn’t actually care for you.

he didn’t, right?

jeongin brought you breakfast again the next morning, immediately going to check your bandages. he smiled when he saw that they hadn’t been too soiled, meaning you didn’t bleed too much since last night.

you stared at the food and it was like he could guess what you were thinking.

he nudged you with a small smile, “i made breakfast this morning.”

you chuckled before taking a bite of what he’d made.

“chan hyung says he believes you, by the way.”

you cocked your head in confusion.

“he thinks you’re innocent.”

you scoffed, “that’s good, because i am.”

“he’s really not that mean, you know.”

you huffed again, raising your wrists and showing the bandages and cuffs.

“he’s a sadistic prick who kills people for no reason.” you gestured to the blood stain on the floor.

“oh, you mean that? no, chan shot him because he ran a huge animal fighting ring.”

your eyes widened. okay, maybe the man deserved some respect.

jeongin had had just left to take your plate to the kitchen when hyunjin, changbin, and chan entered your little cell.

you noticed hyunjin eyeing the bandages but chose not to vocalize it.

“we believe you.”

you remained seated on the cold floor.

“but we can’t just let you go, you’re a threat now. you know who we are and you know we’re after your father.”

“so, what? you’re going to keep me locked up in here forever?”

“i was thinking of giving you your own room and bed actually, but if you’d prefer this...”

he glanced around the room and the corners of your mouth turned up at chans attempt to joke with you. this was the chan you knew. not the one who toyed with your injuries the day before.

“look, y/n, i know he’s your father, but it’s clear you don’t want anything to do with what he’s really running. if you want, you’re welcome to stay here.”

“and if i don’t want to?”

he smiled again, “well, it’s not really a choice, i was just trying to be polite.”

this even got a smile back from you, which irked hyunjin even more. you could look chan in the eyes and smile for him when he’d practically tortured you less than 24 hours earlier but you couldn’t even meet his eyes?

“so?”

chans phone chirped and he slipped it out of his pocket.

“okay.”

he nodded to show he’d heard your response, “i have to go. seungmin says the front cameras detected motion.”

he handed the key to hyunjin before hurrying out the door. hyunjin made a move towards you, but stopped when he saw the glare on your face. he turned, handing the key to changbin. he clenched his jaw shut as changbin moved closer to you and you didn’t do much as tense up at his proximity. we’re you really that angry at him?

before changbin could unlock your cuffs, his phone went off with the same sound chans had.

“shit, more motion detectors went off.”

he passed the key to hyunjin and, seeing that he was your last option, you allowed him to get close enough to you to slip the key into the handcuffs, finally freeing you of them.

you rubbed your wrists, wincing at the contact. he looked at your wrists and your tear stained face.

there was nothing he wanted to do more in that moment than kiss it all better.

suddenly, two men you’d never seen before stormed into the room, guns raised. hyunjin seemed to recognize them, stepping in front of you.

“woah, woah, woah! chan cleared her, she’s good to go.”

was he protecting you? no, he was just standing up for you because chan had decided to keep you alive.

“that was then. he changed his mind.”

hyunjin adjusted the way he was standing to a more protective stance, covering your entire body with his own. maybe he did care.

“what? why?”

one of the men gestured to you with his gun before lowering it, “her little rescue squad showed up.”

hyunjin turned back to you as if to ask “is that true?”

you shook your head, you didn’t know anything about a rescue. how did your dad even know you were here?

“move, hwang. chans orders.”

you felt your stomach drop as he slowly moved out from in front of you. your eyes went wide and locked with his. he looked just as scared as you felt.

you turned back to the two men as they raised their guns again. you shut your eyes, praying that despite what they’d done to you, all nine of the boys got out of this alright. and despite how much you loved your parents, you hoped that they got taken down.

you took in a deep breath, waiting for the gunshot.

you felt your heart stop as two shots rang out.

you slowly opened your eyes, you didn’t feel a bullet wound. you were met with the two men laying on the ground with bullet holes in their heads. you turned to see hyunjin putting his gun back into his waistband before reaching out for your hand.

you pulled away, maybe he had just saved you from assassination, but you were not going anywhere with him. you had to find jeongin, he would keep you safe.

you weren’t able to act on your decision, though. he grabbed your arm, right above where the bandage stopped so he wouldn’t hurt you, and pulled you out of the room. you cringed as you stepped over the two bodies, careful not to step into the puddle of blood.

he lead you down a hallway that you vaguely remembered walking through when they first brought you here. you follow him up a staircase and he mumbled to you that he was taking you to his car so he could get you out of there. just before you were able to reach the garage, you was cut off by a few men you didn’t recognize. you looked at hyunjin, assuming they worked with him, but he shook his head. before you registered that they must work for your dad, two men had pulled hyunjin away from you and were holding him still. another one of the men pressed a button on the device in his ear.

“sir, we found her.”

you couldn’t run, they would kill hyunjin. you had no choice but to wait for who you assumed was your father to show up.

when he did, he immediately pulled you into a big hug. you pushed him away, disgusted. he didn’t seem to notice your disdain, grabbing your wrist and lifting it up with concern in his eyes.

“i told you they were no good, honey.”

you pulled yourself from his grip, ignoring the sting in your wrist for doing so.

“don’t fucking touch me.”

he reached out to you, but you swatted him away.

“my angel, what lies did they tell you to make you act this way?”

you swallowed hard before speaking, “they said you run a large human trafficking ring. that you use the people you say i’m interviewing for jobs and sell them to people like they’re just a toy to play with. people my age, dad.” your voice shrunk, “how long until you run out of people to pawn off and decide to sell me?”

he let out a small laugh, “sweetheart, i would never let you get in the hands of men like that! look, i even saved you from these pathetic excuses for men.”

hyunjin jerked around in the men’s arms and you locked eyes with him for a moment. you turned back to your father and forced a smile onto your lips.

“you’re right, daddy. you saved me. i should have listened to you when you told me to break up with him so long ago.”

he smiled back, “it’s okay cupcake, we all make mistakes.” you tried not to cringe as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“here,” he pulled a gun from his waistband, the one he swore he only carried to protect you and your mother, “you deserve the honors.”

you took the gun from his hands, forcing a smile to stay on your face as you familiarized yourself with the way it felt to hold. you’d shot a gun before, but never outside of a shooting range.

“you remember how, dear?” your father asked.

you nodded, lifting it up in both of your hands and pointing it at hyunjin. his eyes were frantic, like he knew you were planning something, but there was still an ounce of doubt, a small part of him that thought you would pull the trigger.

you clicked the safety off and fired a shot at the floor without hesitating. the noise rang through your ears, it was sure to be heard around the entire mansion, right? the boys would hear it and come running to help.

your dad lunged to take the gun from you but you raised it again, pointing it at him. everyone was shocked and hyunjin took that as an opportunity to free himself from his captors, moving so he was shoulder to shoulder with you and pulling out his own gun. you ignored the volt of electricity that shot through you at finally being close to him again.

your fathers men raised their own weapons and your dad made no attempt to have them lower their arms.

he let out a dry laugh, “i thought i raised you better than this.”

before you could spit back a reply, hyunjin did it for you.

“what, better than not operating a sex ring?”

“better than spending her time with some lowlife-“

shots rang through the building and you felt hyunjin tackle you, trapping you between his body and the floor and shielding you from the gunfire. after what felt like hours, the noise stopped and you heard minho speak.

“jesus fucking christ, is that all of them then?”

hyunjin slowly picking himself up off of you, checking to make sure the coast was clear before letting you back out into the open. the first thing you laid eyes on was the body of your father, fallen to the ground with a hold in his chest and his white button up stained red.

“no!” you screamed, and hyunjin pulled you into his chest, shielding you from looking at your fathers corpse any longer. you wept into his chest. you barely heard him yell for someone to move the body as you felt your heart snap even more, which you didn’t think was possible.

you only looked back up when you heard chans voice, and he sounded mad.

“hyunjin, why the fuck is she still alive?”

you jumped at his words and hyunjin held you tighter.

“why would she need to be dead, hyung?” he yelled back.

he didn’t respond to hyunjin, instead directing his words at you.

“how the fuck did they know you were here?”

“i-i really don’t know chan, i’m sorry, he always talked about thinking you guys were a gang and i guess he assumed it was you who took me and-“

you cut yourself off with a sob, muttering ‘i’m sorry’ over and over again, hoping to god he would see that you didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

changbin approached him, wrapping and arm around his shoulder and suggesting they go for a walk. chan agreed, leaving with changbin.

jeongin kneeled down beside where you and hyunjin were still bundled together.

“he’ll calm down, noona, he knows you didn’t do anything, he’s just upset. felix got shot.”

you sat up straight, “what? is he okay?”

jeongin nodded, waving a hand dismissively, “he’s fine, it was just a graze, but hyung’s always been super protective over felix.”

you nodded, relaxing into hyunjins arms again. you had been so wrapped up in your own thoughts you hadn’t realized that the rest of the boys had moved all of the bodies already. your chest stung when you remembered your father was among them.

your father. he was dead, but what about your mom? was she okay?

you patted your pockets for your phone, but they’d taken it from you when they took you from hyunjins apartment.

“hey, woah, baby, what’s wrong?”

“can i use your phone?”

he agreed, pulling it from his pocket and handing it to you. you dialed your mothers phone number.

as the phone rang, you ran possible scenarios through your head. did she know what your father was really doing, or was she in the dark, just like you?

the phone went to voicemail. you left a message saying it was you and that you were okay and to call back when she got it.

you couldn’t stop thinking about why it just kept ringing. why didn’t she answer?

you handed hyunjin back his phone and allowed him to help you stand. you weren’t injured, but you were shaking from the stress of what had just happened and your legs nearly buckled underneath you.

he caught you, picking you up in his arms. you didn’t have the effort to object like you normally would whenever he picked you up.

he told the boys he was going to take you to get cleaned up and they okayed it, saying they would handle clean up and for him to focus on making sure you were okay.

you felt bad when he laid you on his bed, it was so nice and neat and you were gross from being locked up for days. he insisted that it was fine as he dug through his wardrobe for the smallest pair of sweatpants he owned before lifting you back in his arms and carrying you to his bathroom.

you were in awe as he sat you on the edge of the tub, who needed a bathroom this fancy? he laughed at your amazement, tugging the hem of your shirt.

“let’s get these off and you can see how nice the tub is, yeah?”

you nodded, allowing him to slip your short over your shoulders. you removed the rest of your clothing yourself while he got the bath ready for you.

“is this temperature okay, baby?”

you reached a hand into the water and nodded.

“perfect.”

he helped you into the water and you chuckled as he poured some bubble bath solution in.

“you take bubble baths?” you teased.

he scoffed, “are you crazy? of course i take bubble baths.”

he helped you scrub the dirt off of yourself and you couldn’t help but feel bad that he was helping. he was still fully clothed, the fabric getting drenched the more he interacted with you in the water.

when you commented on it, he smirked, “what, you saying you want my clothes off?”

you laughed and hit his arm, causing bubbles to stick to his shirt sleeve.

his eyes widened and his smile grew, “oh, it’s on!”

he leaned forward to tickle you but he missed, falling into the bath beside you.

you threw your head back and laughed as he pushed his hair back and wiped the bubbles from his face.

“ew! i fell into the gross y/n water!”

you went to hit him but he caught your arm, careful not to grab the hurt part of your wrist.

“i’m just kidding” he spoke softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

he helped you wash up a bit more before draining the tub and taking you to the shower to wash off. although you bathed, that meant you sat in that dirt and grime for the whole time.

he stepped in with you, it’s not like he had anything to lose with his clothing already drenched. you smiled as he poured some of his shampoo into his hands and worked it through your hair, it smelled just like him.

when you were finished, he gave you the pair of sweats he’d picked out earlier and one of his sweatshirts, the one you always asked him to wear so you could steal it. he made sure you were comfy and had something to drink before showering off himself, finally slipping out of the uncomfortably wet garments and stepping into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt of his own.

he walked back to his bed smiled at the sight of you in it, fast asleep. he couldn’t blame you, you’d had a rough couple of days.

his attention was moved from you to his phone when it started buzzing on the table next to his bed. he frowned, not recognizing the number of the caller. regardless, he answered and put the phone to his ear.

“hello?”

“y/n? oh my god, who are you, where’s y/n?”

it must be your mother. he shook you awake, feeling guilty that he had to wake you when you obviously needed the rest.

“baby, it’s your mom.”

you took the phone from him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“mom? are you okay?”

a sigh of relief fell from her lips, “i’m fine baby, the police just showed up at my door and told me all of the things your father was involved with. god, i’m so sorry baby, i had no clue. i thought it was just... anyway, they offered me witness protection if i testify against the company, i won’t be charged with anything. i just-“ she cut herself off with a sniffle.

“i know, mom, me too. “ you paused, “did they tell you about dad?”

“yes, sweetheart, they did. they got an anonymous call stating where his body was. looks like he was shot. it’s less than what he deserved.”

you let out a little gasp, “mom!”

“what, baby? it’s true, you and i both know it.”

you sighed, she wasn’t wrong, but he was still your father and her husband, “i guess so.”

“okay sweetheart, it’s late, you should get some sleep. call me if you need anything, okay? i love you.”

“okay. i love you too, mom. goodnight.”

you handed hyunjin his phone and he placed it back on the table before leaning over and placing a kiss to your lips. he crawled under the covers with you, pulling you close to his body.

“i know chan offered you your own room, but what would you say about staying in mine?”

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One Bed. [Haikyuu!! - Kagehina]

Kageyama and Hinata realize that they have to share a bed during training camp one weekend.

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“WHAAAAAAAA?!”

Hinata and Kageyama cried out in unison the moment they opened the door to their overnight room. Their outburst attracted the attention of their team captain, along with Karasuno’s third year setter.

“What are you two hollering about?” Daichi implored as he passed by, Sugawara following closely at his side. “Is something wrong?”

In truth, nothing was particularly off about their assigned sleeping quarters, except for...

“THERE’S ONLY ONE BED!” The two underclassmen shouted in a chaotic harmonization, pointing their fingers in disbelief at the setup before them.

The third years looked at one another before looking back at their juniors in shared confusion.

“What’s the big deal? Sugawara and I only have one bed in our rooms, too.”

“Wait, what?!” The color drained from Hinata’s face hearing Daichi say something like that so matter-of-factly. He looked over at his now-roommate and saw him donning his typical frown. The aspiring ace paused for a moment, lost in thought as he imagined his team captain and the third year setter snuggling up together as if it were a normal, everyday thing. He wondered if Kageyama and him would end up doing the same...

He felt his cheeks grow warm, but shook it off before anyone else could notice.

“It happens every once in a while,” Sugawara said with a sheepish chuckle as he scratched the back of his head. “Sometimes the training venue is short on rooms, so some of us have to cozy up with someone else. If it’s an issue then one of you can just sleep on the floor.”

“But… but…” Kageyama started to protest, his own mouth agape with shock, but was shut down promptly by his superior.

“It’s only for the weekend,” Daichi cut him off, his displeasure increasing as the conversation went on. “If you can’t manage this, I don’t know how you’ll be able to work together when the tournaments begin. Maybe we made a mistake letting you first years on the team. You said you could work together, so prove it.”

His guilt trip was the final nail in the coffin. Hearing him suggest he regretted his decision, even if it was just a threat, felt like a spear to the heart for both of them. The two boys sighed in resignation as their next complaints faded away into nothing. Daichi and Sugawara walked away, looking over their shoulders

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sugawara whispered when they were out of sight. “They’re still getting used to one another. I’m worried they’ll argue themselves to death before our first practice game. Maybe I could switch with one of them?”

“They formulated their fast attack together. I think they can handle sharing a room for two nights,” Daichi replied. Although he spoke with confidence, deep down he was still a bit concerned for his younger classmates.

He silently prayed for them to make it through the first night without killing each other.

~~~~

The sound of rapid, heavy stomps reverberated down the hallway in the late evening, starting from the bathroom and moving past the shared dorms, sending fear through the hearts of the resting Karasuno players.

Nishinoya peeked his head out from behind a door to see what was the cause of the ruckus and almost lost his nose when two determined athletes rushed past him. He watched as they continued blazing their trail, still feeling the afterwind from their movement all the way down the hall. Tanaka opened his own door and barely caught a flash of black and orange hair disappearing around the corner.

“What the hell are they doing?” the bald student asked the libero.

Nishinoya shrugged, just as oblivious to their shenanigans as he was.

In the meantime, Kageyama and Hinata were neck and neck as they raced to their shared room, the latter with a small lead due to his superhuman agility. Their focus was on one thing and one thing only, and neither dared to break their concentration with stakes as high as these. When they reached the door, they pushed and shoved one another until they nudged themselves in the door frame, neither of them able to move an inch.

“I wanna sleep in the bed tonight!” Hinata whined as he tried pushing off Kageyama’s hand, which was pressed into his left cheek.

“Hell no! I called it first!” Kageyama yelled back, grunting after Hinata stepped on his foot.

“Well, I’m older than you, so I have superiority!”

“Well, I’m taller! I need the space!”

Their bickering grew in volume, echoing off the walls and down the quiet hallway until their scuffle was interrupted by a loud, booming voice that shook them to their cores.

“ENOOOOOUGH! Stop arguing and go to sleep already!”

The captain glowered at them from around the corner, putting a stop to the fighting at once. The two younger boys froze up before slapping their hands at their sides and bowing meekly.

“Yes, Daichi-senpai!!”

And that was the end of that. Daichi disappeared once more, and the duo glanced at each other before turning their attention back to the full sized bed. Somehow, it seemed like it was waiting for them.

“Well… maybe we could both… squeeze onto it?” Hinata suggested in a meek, quiet voice. Kageyama moved forward with a dissatisfied expression.

“Whatever. Just stay on your own side.”

“Huh?”

The setter said nothing more. He plopped down on the edge of the bed and sighed in exhaustion before rolling over to face the wall. Hinata watched him curl up into a fetal position, his long legs still almost reaching the edge despite his adjustments, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. It already looked pretty uncomfortable for the taller boy, and he was sure it’d be even worse for him if he took up the remaining space. Maybe he should’ve just let Kageyama have the bed, after all…

“Uh, Kageyama, I…”

“It’s not a big deal. Just lay down and shut up. I’m tired.”

He realized that was Kageyama’s way to say “it’s okay” without sounding like too much of a sap. With that, Hinata hopped over and flopped down on his side, causing the mattress to shake and Kageyama to bounce a bit as he lay there. There was plenty of room at the end for his legs to stretch out, so it wasn’t too bad all things considered. He realized there was more space than he originally thought at first glance; if he didn’t stretch out his arms too much, he basically had a good chunk of it to himself.

The only problem was not stretching out.

He tried his best to stay still, he really did, but the habit of fidgeting in bed to tire himself out was impossible to break in a single night. An hour had passed since the captain called for lights out, and both athletes were still wide awake. Every time Kageyama felt himself drifting off, he’d be awakened by an accidental backhand to the face or an unwelcome knee to his side. Hinata was proving to be an extremely restless sleeper, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

“Stop moving around so much!” He barked out after Hinata elbowed him in the ribs for the seventh time. He rolled over to face his orange-haired teammate, who seemed just as frustrated by the predicament.

“I can’t help it!! I can’t get comfortable…”

“How do you think I feel with you hitting me every five seconds?! And get your feet off me!”

“I’m not even touching you right now!!”

“Yes you are!”

“Am not!!”

Kageyama mumbled something that sounded like a curse under his breath, then turned around to face the wall again. The truth was, Hinata wasn’t lying; he had curled his limbs back into himself after the last accidental bump, so truly no part of him was touching his crotchety teammate. Seeking revenge for being yelled at (while also experiencing a streak of somewhat uncharacteristic mischief), he took the opportunity to tease his taller classmate.

“I’m not touching youuuu…” he taunted in a childish sing-songy voice, one finger hovering right next to Kageyama’s side.

“Leave me alone, Hinata.”

“But I’m not even doing anything…”

A wave of misguided bravery suddenly overcame Karasuno’s greatest decoy. He moved in closer until his hand was right next to his companion’s side.

And then he poked him.

At first, Kageyama just flinched. He arched his back, tension spewing throughout his body, and the sound of a stifled squeal rang out through the quiet, darkened room. In a flash, Kageyama rolled over once again to face his former middle school rival.

“Hinata! You - AAAGK!”

This time, Hinata really caught him off guard by poking his side again. The setter’s arms immediately went to his sides, hugging himself in protection. The decoy’s eyes widened once he understood what was happening.

“No way! Kageyama, you’re-!”

He was silenced by two strong hands gripping both of his wrists in midair and one single, ominous word of warning.

“Don’t.”

Still unfazed, Hinata kept pressing him. A devious smirk was slowly creeping across his round face.

“Don’t what? Don’t do this?”

He slipped one hand out of his grasp somehow and pinched his side again, but this time Kageyama let out a small yelp before flinching away. He tried grabbing Hinata’s hand, but the decoy had learned from the first time and slid away before he could be caught. He tickled every spot he could reach, seeking out unprotected areas. Skittering on his sides, poking into his ribs, clawing all five fingers on his belly, he was always one step ahead of the setter.

As his tickle attack continued, he noticed Kageyama was having a harder time holding back his laughter. For the most part, it was still fairly controlled, but hearing some little tittered giggles break through every few seconds was satisfying enough.

“Nghh! Mmmph! Hhh… ha…! … Hinata…! Sto - aha! -op!”

Kageyama’s struggles became more determined and purposeful, and soon the tables were completely turned. After a brief struggle with all four limbs involved, Hinata found himself pinned to the mattress with both wrists above his head and a very cross Kageyama glaring down at him.

“Hey, wait!! Kageyama, please!!”

“You shouldn’t mess with people who are bigger and stronger than you.”

In one swift, fluid movement, Kageyama took hold of both Hinata’s wrists in one hand. No matter how hard the underclassman pulled, he couldn’t break free from his iron grip. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was much stronger. It was a terrible time to learn such a fact; Hinata had made a grave mistake letting himself get stuck like this.

He was laughing frantically before Kageyama even touched him, and his laughter only grew in pitch once his free hand started kneading his ribs.

“Wait, wait, wahahahait! Nononononononono-OHOHOHO!!”

Unlike Kageyama, Hinata didn’t have the willpower to hold back whatsoever. His giggles floated through the air freely, like musical notes from a singing choir. And it seemed like everywhere the setter touched garnered an intense, over the top reaction. Worming into his underarms made Hinata howl with laughter. Wisping gently over the now-exposed skin on his stomach after his T-shirt rode up his torso made him squeal like a little kid. And digging into his sides made him cackle like he’d heard the most hilarious joke ever told. On top of that, he was thrashing around as if being poked with hot coals. Even with Kagayama pinning most of his body down with his own large frame, he was still wiggling around quite frantically.

Kageyama’s lips twitched upward in amusement, only adding on to Hinata’s torment.

“KAGEYAHAHAHAHAMA!! Pleheeheeheease no mohohore!!”

“Nope. You started this. Now I’m finishing it.”

“Gahaahahaha! Noooooo! Pleaseimbeggingyouimgonnadie!!!”

Yet, Kageyama did not stop, making sure to hit every one of Hinata’s weak spots and tickling it until he was satisfied. He was proving to be one giant tickle button, screeching with wild laughter no matter where he touched.

“Shorties like you should learn when to shut up and listen,” Kageyama gave him one last piece of advice before finally letting up on the ruthless tickling. His hand still held Hinata’s wrists down, but with a bit less pressure. His teammate’s involuntary spasms ceased, although a few leftover giggles still fell from his lips.

“You might... be taller…” Hinata gasped, doing his best to swallow as much as possible during his little break. “But I’m... faster!!”

Kageyama had let his guard down thinking he’d tired him out, forgetting about his high level of endurance, and Hinata took full advantage of that by yanking his wrists free and immediately clamping his hands in Kageyama’s underarms. He took him by surprise this time, which made the setter burst out into unrestrained laughter. He crashed down onto the mattress, causing them both to bounce as he tried shaking off the decoy’s hands. Hinata had to laugh along with him; he rarely saw his teammate show any sign of joy, let alone a full blown belly laugh, and he planned to soak it up as long as he could while he still had the chance.

Kageyama attempted to squirm away, flailing each of his limbs aimlessly in an unsuccessful attempt to kick him off, but came face first with the wall and found himself stuck with nowhere else to go. Again, Hinata tortured him by leaping from spot to spot, relentlessly tickling all of his most sensitive areas without mercy.

“Nahahahahaoooo! Hinataahahahahaha!! I’ll kill you!”

“Take that! And that!! And this too!!”

Their little game went on for a few more minutes, Kageyama spluttering out empty threats through forced giggles as Hinata began to throw in a few “tikitiki” sounds while tickling the absolute snot out of him. However, their fun was soon interrupted by their less-than-pleased team captain, who practically knocked down their door aflame with rage.

“What the hell are you two doing?! You woke up the entire floor!”

Both underclassmen stopped dead in their tracks, mortified at the fact that others had overheard them. Fear struck through their hearts upon seeing Daichi’s irate expression. Dark circles lined his eyes, an unpleasant accessory to match his deep scowl.

“Uh…”

“Stop playing around and go to sleep!” He commanded in a disciplinary tone. “We’ve got practice games tomorrow!”

“Sorry senpai!! It won’t happen again!!” The two shouted simultaneously, once again bowing their heads in shame.

Daichi grumbled under his breath before making his leave. When the door closed, the two of them collapsed back onto the mattress. Kageyama, still winded and out of breath, took a few seconds to calm himself while Hinata replayed the last few minutes in his mind over and over again. They sat there in awkward silence, neither one willing to speak of what had just happened.

“Sooo…”

“Not another word,” Kageyama silenced him swiftly, turning over to face the wall yet again. Suddenly, Hinata felt a bit lonely, twiddling his thumbs in silence for a little while longer before piping up one last time.

“So, you’re ticklish.”

“I said not another word.”

Kageyama’s order was final, but he sensed the shorter boy shuffling next to him and braced himself for yet another awkward conversation.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Will you shut up if I say yes?”

Hinata sat up beside him, and as he spoke Kageyama could hear the smile in his voice. It made his next few words all the more flustering.

“You should really smile more often. It suits you better than a frown.”

The setter’s breath caught in his throat and made him choke, causing him to let out a few weak coughs as if he’d been kicked in the stomach. He felt a warm flush over his cheeks and thanked whatever deity was watching over him that Hinata couldn’t see. He clutched the blanket next to him and pulled it over his head, signaling that he was done for the night.

“Goodnight, Hinata.”

A few seconds passed, then he felt Hinata lay down beside him. He made a few more adjustments before finally settling down into a comfortable spot. Kageyama felt his eyes fluttering shut, but before he drifted to sleep he heard a small voice cut through the silence.

“Night, Kageyama.”

~~~~

When he woke up in the morning with sunlight in his face, Kageyama stirred a bit before realizing there was an arm wrapped around his waist. He glanced over and saw Hinata sleeping peacefully, his tiny body curled up into his own. Shocked at first, his initial discomfort settled down when he noticed his own body relaxing at the unexpected display of affection. It was a cute gesture, one that made his cheeks flush with warmth and his stomach erupt into a flurry of butterflies.

He knew that it was almost time for them to get up for practice, but he figured laying in bed for a few more moments wouldn’t hurt.

#tickling #tickle fic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #kagehina #ler!kageyama #lee!hinata #ler!hinata #lee!kageyama #this took me way too long to finish #aaaaAAAA IM SORRY IM LOVE THEM SM #i am now obsessed with kagehina #dont look at me

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-Inferno-

Warnings: public sex, insinuated break-up, cheating (kind of), fingering, oral (f. receiving), exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, Master!kink, degradation, humiliation, size kink, light dacryphilia.

Wc: 3k+

Note: (@chanonymous told me this Minho gives off Black Widow vibes- and I just had to write another superhero!au. Minho’s alias in this is Black Widow, but he isn’t really affiliated to or similar to the Marvel Black Widow in any way. Y/n’s alias is DragonClaw, and she’s a dragon-shapeshifter with pyrokinesis. I know this is the second Y/n I’ve written with pyrokinesis- I’m sorry, I just love fire hhh-)

Why?

Why did the universe hate you so fucking much?

It was torture enough being one of only two female superheroes at this year’s Annual Gala. It didn’t help that said female superhero was The Peacock, aka insufferable, bitchy diva- who was currently on the stage, that melodious, lilting voice of hers flooding through the speakers. You watched as the men around you fawned over her, listening eagerly as she regaled everyone with yet another one of her self-centred tales. 94% made up, you were sure of that.

“There’s no way she’d be able to beat up 50 gangsters with her powers.”

And there it was. His voice. Him. The real reason for your anger and frustration tonight.

You carefully ignored him, hating the way he was seated right next to you at the table. How did this happen? There were currently 50 tables in the venue, more than enough to accommodate every superhero in the state. But of course, your rotten luck had landed you right next to him.

“I just don’t understand. Isn’t her power looking pretty, or something like that?”

You gritted your teeth, still not looking at him. However, the awkwardness of his unanswered question lingering in the air became too much to bear.

“It’s Allure. Her power is Allure.”

“Meaning?”

You rolled your eyes, answering reluctantly.

“Supernatural beauty that can be used to manipulate, distract and hypnotize.”

‘So...basically, looking pretty. Huh. That’s a cool superpower, being so beautiful that people can’t help but do what you say.”

You stayed silent, your eyes observing the seated audience, all of them absolutely enamoured by the beauty on stage. You’d entertained him enough.

“I think you’re prettier, though.”

That was it. You whipped your head around to face him, breath slightly hitching in your throat as your eyes met his. “Shut up.” You hissed. “Stop trying to talk to me.”

“Why?” He asked, smirking.

“You know why. I don’t like you. That’s why.”

“Come on, Y/n. No one here knows about our...history.”

You glanced around, putting a finger up to your lips. “Why don’t you scream my real name a little louder? I don’t think the Grand Master heard you.”

“Look, just because you used to be a supervillain once doesn’t mean you still are so-”

You were sure he was doing this on purpose. You quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, shooting a look of apology to the dude opposite you, who turned to look. As soon as the man turned away, you glared at him.

“Look, Minho.” You seethed, your voice dripping with venom. “I’m not the only one with dirty secrets here. If you don’t shut up, I’ll stand up right now, and tell everyone who really caused that wildfire in California.”

“It wasn’t my fault-”

“Yeah, right.”

Minho sighed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand, wrenching it away from his mouth.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ve been saying sorry ever since that day. Although I’m not the only one who should be apologizing, and you know it just as well as I do.”

You turned away from him, choosing to ignore him once again. The pain was still fresh, the emotions still raw. You remember how devastated you’d been that night, how you’d wanted to murder everyone in sight. Instead...you turned a new leaf, and chose to reinvent yourself as a superhero. Usually, tragic incidents and heartbreak lead to the birth of a supervillain- in your case, it was the opposite. You’d felt so miserable and dejected that you became good.

And the man sitting next to you was the cause of it all. The fact that he had the audacity to sit there and flirt- especially knowing everything that happened between the two of you? It made you want to bury him six feet deep.

You fiddled with the spoon on the table. “How...how is she?”

“Who?”

“You know, her. Your girlfriend.”

“...girlfriend?”

“Spitfire.”

“Oh. Her. Um, she’s fine.”

Minho was lying. He hadn’t seen Jiwon- Spitfire, since that fateful night. Somehow, though, the lie had come out before he could stop it.

He watched you nod slightly, your face still turned away from him.

Fuck, why did I do that? What was I expecting? That she’d be jealous? That she’d beg me to leave Jiwon? That she’d fall at my feet and ask me to take her back? Stupid.

Minho shook his head, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and tried to focus on the woman speaking. But..he just couldn’t. His eyes kept drifting to you. He wished he could take the mask covering half your face off..wished he could see your beautiful eyes staring into his again.

Wished he could kiss you just one more time...

***

The next few minutes passed by in silence. You were about ready to walk up on stage and strangle the woman, droning on and on. She seemed to go off on tangents constantly, the story growing longer and longer until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

The rest of the audience clearly didn’t share your views, their gazes filled with adoration and wonder. Well...everyone except...

You turned to Minho. He seemed to be lost in thought, his stare fixed on the blank wall.

“Hey? Earth to Minho?”

He snapped out of his reverie, turning to look at you. His eyes widened as he realized you were talking to him.

“Shh. Black Widow.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a silly alias.”

“Like Dragonclaw is much better.”

“Hey! Dragonclaw is a very cool alias.”

Minho rolled his eyes as you shoved his arm playfully, your heart growing a little lighter.

Okay. Just...forget about the past. Talk to him, even if it’s only to keep yourself from dying of boredom...

And so you did. The two of you started talking. He moved his chair closer to yours, telling you what he’d been up to for the past three years, discreetly whispering.

“Okay, okay. Enough about the missions, tell me more about Spitfire! What’s she like?”

“S-she’s...cool. Very...fiery.”

You scoffed, shaking your head and smiling. “Do you have a thing for superheroes with pyrokinesis or something?”

“Uh...yeah, I guess you could say that.” He winked, noting how your face turned a light shade of pink. Hmm...

“Though...she’s nothing, compared to you. You were really...hot, especially in bed.”

You sneered at him. “That was a bad pun. Seriously, you could do better than that.”

“Oh, what a burn.”

You cringed, pressing your lips together. “Never mind, this was a bad idea. Even listening to Peacock’s speech is more bearable than this...”

“No, wait- I’m worth your time, I promise.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Maybe it was the way you puffed your lips out, or maybe it was your challenging tone...either way, Minho couldn’t help it. Before he even realized what he was doing, his hand was on your thigh.

Your eyes widened a little. “W-what are you doing?” You stuttered.

Courage, Minho. “I know of a way we can get rid of the boredom...”

“You do? And w-what might that be?” You swallowed, feeling a slight streak of arousal shoot through you, despite his minimal touch.

Minho’s confidence grew as he observed your flustered demeanor. His hand slowly crept up your thigh, a delightful smirk spreading across his face as you bit your lip, your sudden shyness turning him on. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Do you want this, kitten? Tell me to stop before it’s too late...”

You shuddered as he called you that pet name. He hadn’t called you that in years...

Minho took your silence as a yes, his fingers creeping up higher until it reached your zipper. He slowly pulled it down all the way, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

His hand slipped into your pants. Your breath hitched as his fingers reached your clothed clit, the pad of his finger running over it.

“How does that feel, kitten?”

You struggled to speak as he started rubbing you in circular motions. “It f-feels...good...” You choked out.

“Hmm, that’s what I thought.”

You heard a clatter as a fork fell to the floor. You twisted your head, Minho shrugging. “Oops. I dropped my fork...”

Your eyes widened as Minho slipped off his chair, crawling under the table. Looking around frantically, you realized that no one had heard the loud noise, Peacock’s glamour still captivating them- they were essentially zombies.

Honestly. Did she not know how to turn the sexiness off, at least to be professional-

Your line of thought was interrupted as you felt Minho pulling down your pants, down to your ankles. Oh, right.

So much for professionalism.

You felt him spread your thighs apart, fitting himself between them. A few seconds passed before his breath ghosted over your clit, his fingers coming up to rub you through your panties.

You clutched the edge of the table, sweat forming on your forehead as his fingers slid aside your underwear. He ran two digits through your soaked folds, humming to himself. “Still as wet and pretty as ever...”

You shifted slightly in your seat, eyes darting here and there. This was so risky. Your eyes went up to Peacock, your brain unable to comprehend her incessant chatter as Minho pressed a kiss to your clit, his fingers circling your entrance.

You let out a soft whimper, leaning back against the seat as he pulled you forward a little. Placing your palm over your mouth, you muffled your moans as he wrapped his plump lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth.

He let out an appreciative moan at your taste, pushing a finger into your drenched pussy and trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. Minho could barely believe that this was actually happening- he wanted to pinch himself, but both his hands were currently occupied. One was busy gripping your thigh, the other drawing little moans from you as his fingers went deeper.

“Fuck...you taste so good...” He mumbled against your pussy, tongue coming out to lap at your folds. You could do nothing but groan helplessly, his mouth alternating between sucking on your clit and licking at your pussy, fingers fucking you through it all.

Your legs shook as you realized you were about to cum. You pressed your hand over your mouth, trying your best to not let out any sounds. You felt your high build up- flames of pleasure sparking at you...until it was all gone.

You frowned as Minho pulled away from you, confusion filling you as he tugged on your leg. Quickly looking around you, you bent down to lift the tablecloth and make eye contact with him.

“Come down here.”

“W-what? P-people will definitely noti-”

“That wasn’t a question, it was an order. Do as I say, or you’ll regret it, kitten.”

You whimpered softly, your heart beating faster as you lowered yourself to the floor. Minho quickly pulled you under the table, adjusting the tablecloth behind you before turning to you.

Smirking at you, he palmed himself, eyes watching you hungrily as he crawled over you.

“Minho...this is a bad idea. I’m already on thin enough ice as it is-”

“Shh...” He traced his finger over your chin, down to your zipper, slowly pulling it down. He licked his lips as your chest was exposed slowly, leaning down to nibble at your ear.

You stared up at him with glassy eyes, throwing your head back as Minho’s lips made his way to your neck, sucking on your skin hard enough to leave a hickey.

“M-Min...”

“Hmm?” He breathed against your neck, his fingers pulling the zipper all the way to your navel, staring at your bare skin.

“Please...”

“Please, what?”

“I w-want...you...”

He chuckled. “I thought you were scared. Superheroes should be brave, you know?”

You frowned up at him, his infuriating smirk making you want to slap it off his face. “Shut up and fuck me already.”

He frowns. “That’s no way to talk to your Master.”

“M-master?”

He nodded, mouthing at your chest and wrapping his lips around your soft nipple, sucking gently.

“Looks like you need to be taught a lesson, my little slut...you need to be reminded who you belong to.”

You opened your eyes as you felt the head of his cock against your pussy, moaning softly. Minho stared down at you, jaw clenched. He couldn’t wait a second more.

His hand made his way to the back of your head, gripping your mask, breathing hard. “Can I?”

You sighed, nodding. “Yeah, please...just...need you in me.”

He slowly took your mask off, tossing it to the side as his eyes took in your face fully, breath hitching in his throat. You were just as beautiful as he remembered.

It was too much to handle. Eyes still fixed on yours, Minho steadily pushed his cock into your pussy. He groaned as he felt your walls hugging his length tightly, going deeper until his tip hit your cervix.

“You’re so fucking tight...how are you even taking this big cock?”

He growled, clutching your waist as he moved you up and down on his cock. You moaned, his solid girth filling you up perfectly. You felt weak, shivering as Minho started thrusting slowly, loving the little whimpers falling off your tongue.

“You’re so...so big...”

“I know. And you’re too small, so easily ruined.”

“Please. F-faster-”

“If I go any faster, I might destroy this tiny pussy.”

You whine, slinging your arms around his neck, an innocent expression on your face as you pouted at him. “Please, Master? Want to be...s-stretched out by you, want my pussy ruined...”

He stared down at you with dilated pupils, a low groan in the back of his throat as this new side of you came out.

“You’re driving me insane...” Minho sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder as his hips met yours with each thrust. “What a little whore, so needy for cock that she’d let herself get fucked under the table in a room full of hundreds of people...”

You felt the humiliation rise in you as his hands stayed on your waist, firmly pounding into you. “You like being a little sex toy for Master? Like being used as his personal cock sleeve?”

You nodded desperately, swallowing as Minho chuckled, one of his hands coming up to grope at your breast, thumb stroking your nipple slowly.

“Well, I love fucking this little pussy open-” He cut himself off with a groan as you clenched around him, spurring him on and making him go harder.

He shifted a little bit, causing his dick to hit your sweet spot dead-on, drawing a long whine out of you.

“Shh, kitten, you don’t want anyone else knowing what’s going on under here, right?”

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip. Minho grunted, leaning down, face hovering over yours. You held his gaze for a few minutes, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Minho was the first to break. He leaned in and softly pressed his lips to yours, a sharp contrast to the harshness of his cock plunging deeply into you. He deepened the kiss, tongue meeting yours as he held your cheek. The kiss quickly became messy, as his hips went faster.

“M-master, ‘m gonna cum...” You mumbled against his lips. Minho pulled away, his eyes turning darker as he observed the tiny teardrops gathering in your eyes.

“Aww, is my cock making the little baby cry?”

You whimpered, the tears spilling past as you squirmed, hating the way he’d stopped thrusting.

“P-please, wanna cum...please! Want Master’s cum filling me up...”

“Fuck, I’ll give what you want, fucking slut.”

His eyes moved over your tear-streaked face, groaning as he lifted your leg up over his shoulder, enabling him to go deeper into you. He began fucking into you, his pace ruthless as he worked towards making you cum, his other hand coming down to rub your clit.

You arched your back as you felt your orgasm approaching, your hands tugging at his hair and making you moan.

He pecked your lips. “Cum, baby...cum for me.”

You whined, unable to hold it anymore as he pinched your clit. The white-hot pleasure made you cry out, Minho groaning as you clenched around him, your orgasm ripping through you. The overstimulation slowly set in as he fucked you harder.

“Fuck-”

His hips stuttered as he chased his own high, cock twitching inside you. A few thrusts later, he came with a groan, spilling his seed inside you.

You watched Minho, moaning softly at the feeling of his cum pooling deep in your core. His chest heaved as he panted, collapsing on top of you. You hummed, your grip in his hair loosening as he lifted himself off you slightly, eyes searching yours.

“How did that feel?”

“F-felt so good...” You paused suddenly as a thought hit you, now that the pleasure had worn off.

“Wait...Minho...you just ch-cheated on-”

Minho sighed, rolling his eyes.”I didn’t, Y/n. I was lying. I haven’t seen her since that night. Trust me...cheating’s something I’ll never do again.” He whispered, thumb stroking over your wet cheeks.

You looked up at him, filled with emotions that were familiar, yet also new.

“Give me another chance, Y/n. Please.”

You thought about it, sighing as you nodded. “Okay...but we’re going to take things slow.”

He let out a small laugh, eyes drifting to the spot where you two were connected. “Bit late for that.”

He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum seeped out of your entrance. He used his fingers to part your pussy lips, groaning softly under his breath at the sight of your stuffed pussy.

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed through the speakers, startling you. You hadn’t even realized that Peacock had stopped talking.

“And for the next speech, Dragonclaw! Come up onstage, and share with us your report from the last few months.”

Your eyes widened in shock as you sat up, half-naked and filled with cum.

Minho smirked at you. “Go on, then.”

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