#this was almost an all hickey edition but then i thought wait. what am i doing

[irvingcoded]

❄️ TERROR TEXT POSTS⟶ 8/??

recognition of self in the other (derogatory) edition 😇

[ymirgf]

truth or truth

timeskip dom!armin x fem!bodied reader

PART 1? MAYBE

cw: nsfw,squirting,praise,teasing,loud moans,pussy-eating,cursing [PLEASE I ACNTJTOEK]

wc: 1.8k

summary: eren forced armin to play a dirty little game called “Truth Or Truth” where the bottle spins and someone asks a dirty question that all must answer to. somehow it ended up with armin in your sheets.

this is un edited so along w all my fics so sorry for any mistakes!

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“hey eren, are you sure this is a good idea? i’m not to fond of the idea where we play a game answering sex questions to be honest with you.” the blonde sighs slowly walking to the circle where the game was being held.

“yeah it is. jean keeps saying i’m too much of a pussy to do it and i’m not. so we have to.. plus Y/N will be there! what do you think of that huh?” eren says quite loudly while nudging armin’s shoulder.

“eren shut the fuck up, you’re being too loud. fine i’ll play, okay?” he says finally relaxing a bit.

eren went behind armin and gripped both his shoulders, shaking him. “that’s my boy!” he said as he then pushed armin in-front of the circle.

connie stood up on a chair so everyone could hear him as he started to shout.

“OKAY HORNY PEOPLE!!!! HERE ARE THE RULES FOR TRUTH OR TRUTH! so we have a beer bottle here and we spin it and whoever it lands on gets to say a nasty question we all have to answer, and no you can’t not answer, you gotta. anyways it’s that simple so let’s start.” he said getting down to now sit on his chair.

connie spun the bottle as it slowed down to this short blonde girl with bright blue eyes. pretty sure her name was historia or something.

“oh uh, hmmm.” she said putting her index finger to her chin. “what are your kinks? mine are praise kink i guess.”

after every took turns sharing out their answer.

“edging kink.” connie said bravely.

“size kink.” jean says with no change of expression.

“crying kink.” eren says with no shame.

“hey armin it’s your turn. go.” eren said to him shoving him a bit.

“oh......teasing kink? i guess. lingeries nice too.” the blonde blurts out looking around the room.

it was now your turn. you took a deep breathe as you say.

“praise kink but i can give the praising as well..” you said abruptly, shrugging your shoulders. armin looked you dead in the eyes after you said that, as eren smirked and nudged his shoulder multiple times.

after that question the bottle spun once again, every answer you gave armin always looked right at you. at last it was your turn to ask. you looked up at the circle, clearing your throat.

“what are your turn-ons? ill say mine after everyone goes.” you said pretty confidently, looking around the circle.

armin said, “lingerie, tits and a nice smile.” this time he looked away from you instead of at you. when it was your turn he turned his attention back to you.

“well i like it when guys moan loudly in bed, a cute smile’s nice as well.” you say smiling slightly while eren nudged him again making armin stare at eren telling him to stop.

you couldn’t lie, you have thought lewd thoughts of armin..i mean who wouldn’t? his body was lean, still having a lot to show off, he had a wonderful smile and he was incredibly smart and attractive. thinking about it,, maybe you got off to him at least once or twice in your life.

sooner or later the game was over as well as the party finally letting you go home. you needed to change. somehow that game and armin staring you down ended up with you getting aroused and it wetting your panties.

as you hugged connie goodbye and everyone else, you noticed armin was already gone as well as eren, you just assumed they both went to their cabins.

you made it to your dorm, you knew sasha wasn’t going to return to you and her dorm tonight because you saw her leaving with connie. as you approached the door you find armin standing in front of your door, staring at you as he already was expecting you.

“armin? what are you doing at my cabin?” you say looking at him with a confused look making him straighten his face and look at you tilting his head down.

“you know exactly what i’m hear for.” he whispered in your ear making you throb, why where you throbbing? why does he affect you the way he does?

your thoughts were interrupted as he grabbed the back of your neck as he started kissing right under your ear.

“hey just let me know if you don’t like something. or if you get uncomfortable or something i’d never touch you without your consent.” he murmured on your neck, you nodded as a way of response. his words made your heart flutter.

he was so considerate and you knew deep down he was really so thoughtful even if he tried to act all tough from time to time.

he kissed along your neck, leaving purple spots over the right side. he was so gentle that it made you even more aroused then you were. his hands led their way on to your waist. his fingers were boney and smooth, he slid his hand under your shirt rubbing your waist while moving his lips onto your mouth now kissing you.

he opened your cabin door and locked it behind him without looking back. he led you on to your bed, sitting you up against your headboard, with his knee between your thigh.

you could feel your arousal pooling up in your undies and now dripping down your right thigh. armin swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. you accept his tongue into your mouth.

his tongue explored every part of your mouth making you moan into the kiss. your moans were music to his ears.

he broke the kiss and smiled at you. he tilted his head down to your panties and eyed them for what it felt like a long time but it was really only a few seconds.

thankfully you were already wearing lingerie. not for anyone special, you just like to dress up.

“you’re wearing that?” he said licking his lips as he felt the bulge in his pants grow even more. “you’re so hot fuck.”

“and that wet for me already? i do that to you princess?” he said to you almost in awe and actually quite proud of himself.

you turned away your cheeks, flushed as you were slightly embarrassed from the wet spot of arousal on your panties.

he looked down at you more as he felt his cock twitch in his dress pants, begging to be let out of it’s confines.

“fuck.” he murmured now heading down to your plush thighs as he gripped both and now his head between your thighs.

he kissed up your thighs as your breath hitched from the pleasure you expected you were about to feel..

armin looked up at you. “is this okay?” you nodded frantically, you’ve never had someone go down there before, right as you were about to say it, you felt the warm,wet muscle lick across your sensitive bud.

you let out a loud moan causing his eyes to widen at the fact you were already so loud. he grinded his cock against the bed trying to relieve some sort of tension.

his tongue did lazy circles around your clit, making you throw your head back. he moaned into you as he felt the taste of your juices on his tongue.

you yelped as you felt his middle finger entered inside you. he kept grinding himself against the bed, he didn’t think doing that would make him cum but he was already reaching his orgasm.

without warning he enter his ring finger going at an unholy pace making moan out his name in the lewdest way possible.

“mm! armin, fuck keep going, im going to cum!” you screamed making armin pick up the pace with his fingered and him grinding against the bed.

your legs started to shake as you felt this twist in the bottom of your stomach, something was different from this upcoming orgasm, it felt more bigger,intense.

armin grinded one last time now releasing his big load of cum into his pants, making him moan lewdly into your cunt making you cum.

you didn’t notice because your eyes were shut but you squirted all over his face and on the sheets.

“o..oh fuck armin, my god..” you said, eyes still shut as your legs shook from cumming so hard.

armin stared down at the mess you made, his eyes blown with lust and hunger as he licked his lips at the sight. he knew what happened.

yeah he watched porn a couple times, with the force of eren and sometimes alone. so he knew he made your squirt.

before you could open your eyes he spoke softly.

“hey Y/N have you squirted before...?” he said licking up your thigh trying to clean you up, he left hickeys there as well.

you opened your eyes slightly..not seeing the big mess yet.

“no.. why?” you questioned your breath hitching from his kissing.

he pulled away, since he was down there you could only see his hair and eyes,, nothing from the nose and down.

“you see.., you squirted all over my face and your sheets.” your eyes opened widely as you sat up to view the sheets and his face.

“oh no,, sashas definitely going to ask about this..” you sighed, face palming your forehead.

“don’t worry i’ll clean you out, oh and the sheets too.” as he said that he dove back in,

licking your thighs swallowing every juice you let out.

you moaned as he made his way to your cunt. he didn’t tease, he went right in, pushing his face into your cunt with a force as his tongue licked you clean.

“mm! fuck!” you moaned as he watched your face contort with pleasure, he could feel his cock hardening again now twitching.

he finished cleaning you up, not realizing by him doing that you were about to reach your orgasm before he stopped.

he got up and as he did you noticed the mess all on his chin and face.

“god.” you laughed out making him laugh in response. he licked his lips and wiped off the rest with the back of his hand.

“are you ready for the real thing?” he asked climbing on top of you tilting his head.

“yes i am, and you can go raw and cum inside, im on the pill.” you smiled at him.

those words made him light up inside.

he took off his shirt revealing that lean and muscular hot body you were waiting for.

you licked your lips at the sight good for you he didn’t notice.

“oh and by the way, try and squirt on my cock for me okay?” he smiled at you, making your cunt throb in need.

“okay i’ll try!” you said, nodding your head frantically.

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A/N: if u wanna part 2 where they actually do it lmk and i’ll finish it up once i get the inspo..

[foenixs]

Aftermath

note: this is just a little sth I wrote based on the photo edit by @euphoricsunflowers​ 

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You almost spit out your water when Kihyun walked into the room in boxers and an oversized hoodie. He must have not looked in the mirror this morning because the clothing did nothing to hide the marks from last night. You quickly run up to him, pulling him into the hallway and away from the other boys’ sight, who were innocently eating breakfast in the living room.

“Uhhh good morning to you too?”

“Oh my god Kihyun you can’t just walk around like this, have you not seen how you look?”

“Are you talking about these?”, he blatantly points a finger at the canvas of hickeys on his neck and collarbones, “Yeah I’ve noticed, I like how they look.”

“Are you serious right now? Last night you were all shy and embarrassed, trying not to let out any sounds so the boys wouldn’t know we fucked and now you don’t even bother to hide the aftermath?”

“I thought you would like how I look since you always tell me how pretty I am, covered in marks, but I guess I can change if you hate it so much.”, he turns to leave and his voice almost sounded sulky.

“No, wait, baby come back, you know that’s not what I meant. I love you and I think you are gorgeous right now, but when I see you like this it just makes me want to fuck you again and I don’t think the boys would approve.”

“No, we wouldn’t”, the smirk that had appeared on Kihyun’s face disappeared just as quickly as it came as Changkyun’s deep voice echoed through the room, “you guys really suck at staying quiet.”

And back was your bashful Kihyun, cutely pulling his hood over his head in shame.

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[brelione]

Three Rules (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings:Smut,Angst,JJ low key getting his heart broken,ends in fluff because sad JJ makes me sad.Not really edited because im lazy :)

JJ sat on a rock far away from the large group of people as they danced to loud,shitty music.He had been hoping that you would show up.It had been a month since he had seen you last.It had been a month since he had ruined everything you two had.Or, in better words,what he thought you had.He knew how much you loved boneyard parties because you loved people watching.You had always sat on this rock to sort everyone into groups in your head.He hadnt noticed that until you had gone to at least eight parties.You’d always disappear but he figured you were talking to someone in the ocean of people or had just gone back to the house.He had come over to you with his red solo cup in his hand to ask what you were doing.That’s when he learned about your hobby.You had pointed people out to him and asked him who in the crowd he would want to switch lives with for the day.He had just pointed to a random guy to satisfy you.That had been the night that your little ‘relationship’ had started.That had been almost a year ago.He watched as you walked down the sandy hill.Your hair was half up half down,you were wearing tight white jeans and a mustard yellow crop top.You looked so effortlessly beautiful in a way he could never understand.

Kie had quickly separated herself from the crowd as she ran towards you to hug you tight.You hugged back,laughing as you exclaimed that she was crushing you.Pope didnt take long to join in,next in line to hug you.JJ bit down on his bottom lip,wishing he could hug you.You wouldnt be happy to see him and he knew that but its not like you could scream at him in front of the others. “God,(Y/N)!Where have you been for like the last month?Ive tried calling you but you didnt answer.”Kiara frowned.You shrugged. “Ive been really busy and then my phone decided to crash and I dont have the money to fix it.”you answered.Pope frowned,JJ walking up behind him.You sent him a quick glare,covering it up with a grin as you continued to speak to Kiara. “Hey,(Y/N).Can I talk to you real quick?”JJ asked,holding his breath unknowingly.Your eyes darkened and he didnt miss the way your fists clenched. “Sure.I’ll be right back.”You told Kie,walking past Pope and giving him a quick fist bump.You didnt get hostile until you were away from your other friends.You and JJ walked out of sight closer to the large mount of rocks and washed up lobster traps. “What do you want,JJ?”You asked,glaring up at the blond.He gulped,looking down at his feet.

 “How do I fix this?”He asked.You rolled your eyes,laughing quietly to yourself. “You cant,JJ.You messed up our deal and then you fucked up my feelings and lied to me and you cant change any of it.”You sighed,looking up at him.He shook his head,biting his tongue. “I never lied to you!I’ve lied so much but I have never ever lied to you.”He almost shouted.You shook your head. “You’re lying right now.I dont get you,JJ.You broke every single rule and now you’re mad at me for it.Its been a month,why cant you just move on?”You asked.He shook his head. “You know why.”He answered.You went to walk away but he grabbed your hand,making you turn around.It brought you back to a month ago when he had broken the final rule.There had only been three.Why was it so difficult for him to not do three things?Ten months back you two started a whole friends with benefits kind of thing.JJ had mentioned how he had been looking for a nightly fuck and it kind of just happened.You two had both agreed it would be a lot safer to not hook up with random people and let them find out where John.B lived so you ended up just become eachothers nightly hookup.

You had made a set of rules.Just the three.Rule One:No Marks That Anyone Else Could See.He had broken that rule only two months in when he left six dark hickies along your neck and even more across your chest.You had woken up the next morning and looked in the mirror to see the dark purple marks that covered your body. “What the fuck,J?No noticable marks,remember?”You huffed.He turned to look at you,a grin on his face. “Well that sucks for you,princess.”He smiled up at you.You rolled your eyes,straddling him.He looked up at you with a sleepy yet confused expression.You smirked before leaning down and sucking hickeys up and down his chest.He didnt fight it,instead telling you that you missed a spot.You found it funny that the others hadnt managed to connect the dots.

The Second Rule was Not To Go To Eachothers Houses.This shouldve been common sense because of how loud JJ was and how small your house was.His house was too chaotic and dangerous as well.He had broken that rule five months in when he had climbed in your window in the middle of the night and shook you awake gently.You had been startled,obviously and ended up grabbing him by the neck and rolling on top of him. “Geez,(Y/N),didnt take you for the kinky type.”He grinned.You face palmed,laying back down on your bed. “What the fuck,JJ?Its like three in the morning.”You whisper shouted.He smirked,leaning down over you. “Yeah,but im horny and you werent around.”He spoke,his knees on either side of your hips.You sat up under him. “You’re not supposed to come to my house,JJ.”You reminded him.He frowned. “I know but im horny and I need help.”He reached for your hand and placed it over where he wanted it most.You sighed,leaning forward so your forehead was against his. “JJ,my parents are literally across the hall.”You told him.He nodded,leaning down to kiss you. “So just be quiet.”He instructed you.You bit your lip,nodding.He started off gentle,leaving feather like kisses on your lips and neck.He often got rough with you,not afraid of pinning your hands over your head or trying different positions.But this time he was surprisingly gentle.

He unbuttoned the oversized shirt you wore to bed,kissing your collarbones and sucking on your nipples.You let a moan slip out,causing him to hold his hand over your mouth.He licked a stripe up your neck,leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Bite my hand if you want me to stop,understand?”He asked.You nodded.He left hickeys along your stomach before tugging down your boy short underwear.He grinned at the small wet spot in them before tossing them onto the floor.He licked a stripe between your folds after kissing your inner thighs gently.You let out a small moan that was muffled by his hand.He put a finger in you,pumping slowly and only being fueled by the noises coming out of you.He put in another finger,pumping the two fingers into you at a hellish pace.Your eyebrows furrowed,eyes clenching shut as the bubble in your stomach grew before releasing itself all over him.He grinned,slurping it all up. “You want more,princess?”He asked.You nodded weakly,making him grin.He pulled down his shorts to reveal that he wasnt even wearing underwear.

He slowly slid into you,jaw dropping as he did so.You quickly reached your hand up to cover his mouth.He lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he began to pound into you.He went hard and fast,making you reach your high again.He bit your neck lightly and let out a small moan that was muffled by your skin.Your hands went to his back and under the shirt that he was still wearing,your fingernails digging into his skin.He eventually collapsed on top of you,a panting and sweating mess.He pulled out of you,grabbing a tissue and cleaning you off.You pulled him close to you,pulling him down on the bed to hug him for a few moments.You always loved hugs for a reason he couldnt really understand.

The Third Rule was to not catch feelings.He had broken that the first day that the ‘relationship’ began but he hadnt admitted to it until a month ago.You two had just finished,laying next to eachother on the guest bed.He had pulled on his boxers,watching as you got dressed and pulled your hair up into a ponytail.You caught him staring,turning to look at him and raising your eyebrows in confusion. “What?”You asked.He shrugged,pulling the sheet over himself while still staring at you.You fixed your chain,still staring at him.You sighed,walking over to him and sitting down on the bed. “Somethings up with you.”You observed.He shook his head,avoiding your gaze.You rolled your eyes,sitting on top of him so he was forced to look at you. “What’s up,J?”You asked.He sighed,looking up at you with a certain look in his eye.It wasnt lust or anger...it was something that you had never seen before. “How do you even know something is up?”He asked.You shrugged.

 “You’ve been fucking me different lately.”You answered,combing his hair with your fingers.He furrowed his eyebrows. “Is that bad?”He asked.You shook your head,grinning. “No,just different.Now stop changing the subject.”You insisted,hoping he’d finally tell you what was on his mind.He let out a small breath as if he was nervous. “Could you maybe...not stare at me.”He mumbled.You frowned,getting off of him and sitting across from him on the mattress. “What is it?”You asked.His heart was beating quickly,blinking hard.His mouth opened as he struggled to form words. “I just...I dont know if i should be doing this anymore.”He answered,not looking at you.You pouted. “Doing what?”You asked.He sighed,looking up at you. “Us,I mean.I’ve broken all the rules and i just dont think I can handle it anymore.”He answered,waiting for you to answer.You stared down at your lap,trying to make sense of what he had just said to you.You shook your head,realizing what he was saying. “JJ-you havent broken all the rules.Not all of them,right?”You asked,hands shaking.He bit his lip,glancing at you before looking away.

 “How am I not supposed to have feelings for you when you fuck me like this?How can you expect me not to fall for you when you moan so loud and talk dirty to me and-god,I didnt mean too.”he sighed,holding his head in his hands.You shook your head,not believing it. “Bullshit,JJ.What’s actually going on?”You asked,hoping this was a sick joke.JJ knew how scared you were of love and how repulsed you were by the idea of someone loving you in such a way.He knew that yet he still decided to fuck with your feelings and joke like this.He looked directly at you. “Im in love with you, (Y/N).”He admitted.This wasnt going how he had always hoped it would.Kiara had made the group watch plenty of cheesy romance movies where the guy confessed his undying love for the quirky girl and she loved him too and they’d kiss and live happily ever after.He knew that wasnt going to happen but he had still hoped that maybe just maybe you’d smile and tell him you liked him as well or at least let im down gently.But no,you were staring at him completely horrified.

 “What the fuck,JJ?”You asked,angry.He just stared at you,nails digging into his palms. “I-I dont know what you want me to do about it.”He whispered,dumb founded.You bit your lip,looking at him as your eyebrows casted shadows over your irises. “Just stop.”You answered before standing up and walking out the door.He didnt try to stop you,instead just staring at the door after you left.He had tried texting and calling when you hadnt come around to the Chateau in a week.Kiara had tried but you didnt answer her either.John.B and the others had even drove to your house in the van but your mother had answered the door and told them that you were out.He had missed you so much.He had even tried going to your house in the middle of the night and knocking on your window.You hadnt opened the window or even woken up.He had seen you at the beach once on an early morning.He had immediately run up to you. “God,I thought you were dead.Where have you been?”He asked.You rolled your eyes. “Im so sorry if I dont wanna be around your lying manipulative ass.”You grumbled,attempting to walk away when he grabbed your hand.

JJ looked down at you,hand still holding yours. “Please,just give me a chance.Just let me love you.”He whispered.You pulled your hand from his grip,swallowing. “You dont love me.I dont know what youre feeling but I want nothing to do with it.”You spoke bitterly.He shook his head. “At least just be my friend again.Please,I need you in my life.Dont even do it for me,do it for the others.We’re all falling apart without you around.Kie is just depressed all the time and Pope has been trying to tell me about science shit and we need you back.Please,please,ill leave you alone if thats what you want but I just need you around again.”He begged.You nodded slowly. “Okay.But if you ever bring this whole thing up it’s all over,alright?”You asked.He nodded,eyes becoming glassy.It hurt to see but you werent sure what to do.You felt bad,of course,but there was nothing you could do about this.

You got a weird little shaking feeling in your stomach when he was near you but you didnt know what that meant.It couldnt mean that you liked him because he just wasnt the type of person that you should like. “Dont start crying right now.Dont you dare do it-I will drown you.”You threatened him.He sniffled,glancing away from you.You grinned. “You just started a war.”You grinned,dragging him to the water.He tried to fight you,a few tears slipping out.You splashed him,making him laugh before rubbing at his eyes.He splashed you back with only half of his effort,making you roll your eyes.You cupped your hands,throwing water at him.He scoffed,tackling you into the cold water.You laughed,flipping him over and splashing water into his hair.He sat up under you,laughing.His laughter stopped as he noticed the position he was currently in. “What?”You asked.He glanced down and then back up at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a pussy.”You sighed,climbing off of him and sitting in the water.He sighed,looking up at you. “We should go back so you can catch up with Kie and Pope.”He suggested,hoping you’d stay for a little longer anyways.You shook your head. “I think we should catch up.”You told him.He nodded,sitting up straight next to you as the waves smacked onto your thighs.You were both silent,the only noise being the constant smacking of the waves and distant music. “So….what do you want to talk about?”He asked.You sighed,leaning back on your elbows. “Id ask how youve been but uh….I think I already know.So….hows your dad been?”You asked,holding your breath.He shrugged. “You know,he’s just him.I’ve been staying at John.B’s.How...how has your mom been?”He asked.You sighed,brushing your hair away from your face. 

“Well,her and dad still argue and shit.They broke the window last week so that sucks but its fine.What have you been doing?”You asked.He wanted to be honest with you but he was embarrassed.He had smoked three times the amount of weed he usually did,went days without showering and had pulled a good 12 all nighters in one month.But he couldnt lie to you.Not when he had hurt you once. “Well,you know,the usual.Lots of weed,lots of beer,lost of surfing.”He answered.You nodded,laying down in the sand and closing your eyes. “That sounds nice.I’ve just been painting and swimming and thats pretty much it.Ive missed you guys,not gonna lie.”You admitted.He frowned,wanting nothing more than to wrap his arm around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. “Then why wouldnt you come around?You werent that mad,were you?”He asked.You sighed,opening your eyes to look at him. 

“I dont think im as mad as I am scared.”You answered.He bit his lip,nodding. “I just...I dont get why you’re scared.I just dont get what about love is so scary.”He hoped you wouldnt get up and walk away.You stared up at the dark sky,letting out a loud,dramatic breath. “I just dont like the idea of it,okay?You know I hate it and that I want nothing to do with it.You know that.”You answered,your voice dripping venom.It sounded just like it had that time you scolded him for stealing from an independent business.You had been so pissed off.He nodded. “No,no,I know.I just want to know why you hate it so much.”He tried to form his questions into words.You grumbled something under your breath,sitting up. “Because if I fall in love I dont want to be the only one falling!The universe does this thing where it makes you fall for someone thats way too perfect and then of course they dont fall for you and you’re just stuck!”You exclaimed.JJ chuckled,looking away from you.

You had just explained his exact situation without meaning too. “Tell me about it.”He sighed.Your eyebrows furrowed,jaw dropping a bit when you realized what you had just said. “JJ-shit.Fuck,dude.”You whispered.He grinned sadly at you,his eyes having that same expression they had had that day he had first confessed to you. “Yeah,I get why you dont want this.It really sucks.”He laughed half heartedly.You sighed,looking up at him. “What does it feel like?”You asked him.He gulped,trying to ignore how close you were.Your body was practically pressed up against him.He was tempted to reach out and twirl your chain between his fingers. “Um...well its like just kind of wanting.Just like wanting things like when you see someone you just want to hug them and appreciate them and you just want them to be happy even if they arent with you.And-and you get this feeling in your stomach like when you drink so much and get all giggly.”He answered.He felt you inch closer,one of your arms wrapping around his torso as you rested your head under his chin.

He didnt really understand what you were doing but he wanted you to be comfortable around him.He tried his best not to act strange,wrapping an arm around your waist in a half hug. “JJ.”You mumbled. “Yeah?”He asked. “I think...I dont know.I think I might be in love with you.”You sighed,waiting for him to say something.His mind went completely blank,trying to think of what to say to you. “Umm...okay.Okay.So...so...what do we do now?”He asked.You shrugged,kissing his cheek lightly. “I have no idea.”You answered.He kissed your forehead,looking down at you.He leaned down slowly,giving you the time to pull away.You didnt,kissing him gently.It was different from the kisses you had shared before.This one was innocent and gentle,ending with a hug. “We should go back to the others now.”You spoke quietly.He nodded,helping you up and holding your hand for as long as he could.

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “consequences” mafia edition [ateez]

genre: SMUT (if you are uncomfortable by mature content, please don’t indulge into this read) + slight fluff + female reader

ficstyle: bulletpoints + oneshots + [PART 1] 

request: “ Could you do a long part 2 to the booty smack mafia ateez reaction? (You make it smutty if you want) “ 

note: this would be my first SMUT SMUT, so keep that in mind when you read this and HAPPY HOLIDAYS 

HONGJOONG

“now, sweet little kitten, what can I get ya?”

you swallowed the nervousness in your throat 

“I don’t want to drink anything...”

he got close enough for you to feel his breath on the nape of your neck 

“you’re not going to let me drink by myself, are you kitten?”

you couldn’t look at him in his eyes; his voice was alluring enough, you couldn’t imagine what looking at his face would do to you 

but he turns your face to make you look at him 

“or do you want something else?”

you could feel the vibrations of his voice as you clench the growing heat that settled in your panties 

“cat got you tongue kitten?” he smirks as he leads you away from bar

“I don’t even know your name. this would be considered stranger danger AND sexual harassment..” you tried to put up a front 

the man chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair as he kept eye contact with you, “didn’t think that this would bother you so much.. you could call me Hongjoong..”

even without a drop of alcohol in your system, everything moved so quickly 

you found yourself in the back of his spacious Mercedes-Benz 

your hair was tousled; but he liked how it framed your face

he liked your painfully satisfied face when he pulled it back into a makeshift ponytail

the straps of your dress had slipped from your shoulders; but it made your décolletage all the more delectable

he couldn’t help but dust deep, purple lovebites across them  

and he could not get his face out of your pussy 

“kitten, you really are something.. you have got to be my new favorite flavor”

you could feel him smirk from under you as his arms hooked your legs around his head  

you released your hands that were buried in his hair and covered your face; you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by what he just said

“d-don’t say th-that...”

Hongjoong stops and climbs up to meet your face; that was the 5th time that he denied you of an orgasm

you whimper at the emptiness as you look at him through your hands

“why not, kitten? you look so pretty like this.. you look so pretty for me..” he leans in for a kiss, with his lips glistened against the light, you could taste yourself on him 

you were so distracted by the kiss, you didn’t notice his angry-red tip lining up with your pussy 

the moment you felt the stretch you had to pull away from the kiss; the mafia leader was about the perfect size and girth for you 

“you are just perfect fit aren’t you, kitten~” he gives out a raspy groan as he was still trying to fill you up to the hilt of his base 

but when he got there, he took his time; dragging against your walls at an agonizing pace

you gripped onto the collar of his opened shirt, “you need to move faster.. please..”

Hongjoong used one of his hands, a hand that probably got whatever it wanted, and turned your chin so that you would look at him straight in his eyes

“what makes you think you’re the one calling the shots here, kitten? I wanna play with you a little bit more..”

(mischievous dom) you cursed in the back of your brain 

you knew that he’s got you wrapped around his fingers like a kitten with a ball of yarn 

SEONGHWA

“the only apology I’ll accept from you will be in a form of kiss.. would you be a dear and apologize to me one more time?”

you were so flustered by his visuals that you excused yourself to the bathrooms

Seonghwa tried to hold you back but you had already slip into the crowd

a group of girls had followed you; the same group of girls that were trying to woo the mafia leader himself 

“you owe Seonghwa money or something like that?” one of the overly lip-lined girl closed in on you tried to wash your hands

you had to shove them to get to the sink, “Seonghwa who? I have no interest in said-man..”

they all kept on chittering about how you weren’t enough for him but you could care less.. right?

you flicked water in their faces, “how about you try a little harder if you really want his attention, instead of swarming around me like little mosquitoes...”

they screeched and tried to come for you but a clear and loud voice echoed within the stalls

“I hope you ladies aren’t trying to cause a fight in my establishment..” Seonghwa loosened his tie and shoved his hands in his pockets

they shook their heads as they tried to fix their appearance to be noticed by him

but he wasn’t looking at any of them but you 

he turned to look at them; he jerked his head to the exit of the bathroom

they exited and they gave you the death glare

you quietly tried to slip away from him again but this time he was able to grab your arms and pin you against the exit doors of the bathroom

he was able to hold your wrists with one hand and lock the doors with the other, “you’re not gonna run away this time.. if you’re a proper human being, you should apologize, no?”

“I.. I’m sorry...” you turned to look away as you pouted in slight frustration, “is that enough for you..”

“I know you heard me earlier.. I’m not going to accept that as an apology..” the moment after he said that, he latched onto your neck and wedged his leg in between your legs 

you couldn’t even move from his grip, “wa-w-wait..I-”

he made you completely breathless; almost embarrassed by how wet you felt yourself getting 

Seonghwa could feel it too, so he flexed his thigh as he felt you rubbing yourself on his leg, “look at you getting what you want even though you didn’t even apologize.. what a spoiled brat..”

he nibbled on your jawline which was the sprinkles on top of a sundae

“I’ll d-do anything.. I’m sorry..I.. I really am..”

he lets go of your wrists and combs the hair out of your face, “are you real-”

you interrupted him by tugging him by his tie and locking onto his lips 

you could feel his lips curl up into a smirk

in one swift moment, he swoops you up and place you on the cold marble counter 

“too late to be a people pleaser now, sweetheart.. I’ll show you what happens to bad girls who don’t listen..” 

YUNHO

“time starts now”

you could feel him grind against your leather thigh-high boots 

a sense of pride washed over you 

you raked your nails up his neck and grabbed onto his hair with a little bit more force than necessary 

you were surprise that he was giving into his pleasure for pain in public

it made you smirk with pride

you pulled him down to your neck to whisper into his ears; caught you off-guard when he started to suck right below your ear

“look at you losing yourself in front of all these people.. you think you can do whatever you want with whoever you want just because you own this club, doncha babyboy?”

you could feel him pull his hand off of his hair and wraps your arms around yourself, “don’t be so high and mighty.. and Yunho to you.. that’s I’m still in charge here, miss..”

“Y/N..” you huffed 

you could feel his voice vibrate against your hair even through the loud booming bass of the speakers

he relaxes his grip on you and takes you to another part of the club; exclusive to only him and whoever he wants 

you tried to hide your smile when you saw how impatient he was, trying to rush into a room 

“needy, are we?” you couldn’t help but tease 

with a swift tug, he threw you onto the silk clad mattress and cowered over you 

“yes I am.. and you’re going to do whatever it takes to please me..”

this new surge of power made you soak right through your panties 

you started off by sliding his tie from around his neck and tied his wrists to headboard 

he was getting addicted to your nails raking against his skin; drooling at the lingering, phantom pain that it left 

your teasing lip against his pulse; never giving him the full satisfaction of a deep colored hickey 

and the countless of times you rode him almost into bliss until pulling himself out of you 

at first it was so hard for you to fit around him, sure being a big guy, he was bound to have a big dick 

you thought you were wet enough to ease himself into you but BOY WERE YOU WRONG

it was a long night that went straight into dusk

you somehow found yourself wrapped around his arms as he softly snored

you couldn’t believe that this teddy bear of a man was a mafia leader, you tried to slip away from him 

but with his eyes still closed, he pulls you back into his warm body, “you haven’t pleased me enough yet.. stay in bed with me until I say so..”

YEOSANG

“you can’t be a gentlemanly mafia leader, Yeosang... those don’t coincide with each other..” you murmured as you took another sip of your 3rd drink of the night

Yeosang’s smile is rested in his palm

he slowly takes the drink away from you has he inches closer to you, “I think that’s enough for you tonight, milady..”

you definitely felt tipsy but you were still lucid 

you tried to take your drink back but Yeosang sensually inhales your scent as he nuzzles into your neck 

“you don’t want to listen?”

“i’m fine.. I can drink more..” you managed to say, you started to feel a growing heat in your lower region 

it was like Yeosang knew by the way you tried to move away from him 

“don’t think you can hide that from me, princess.. I could smell you from miles and miles away..”

although you didn’t mind having his undivided attention, you were worried about the people around you 

Yeosang just knew; he just knew everything that you were thinking or feeling 

he lifts you up, bridal-style, and drops you off at one of the tables 

it was one of the VIP tables, where you can see everything but no one can see you

unless they really squinted 

“you like knowing that there’s people out there, possibly looking at you.. hearing you.. or even smelling you..”

you whimpered as you felt his hands massage at your breasts; slowly making you shimmy your way out of your clubbing attire 

you were shocked at his size that was pressed up against your thigh

you had an idea that he was of a respective size 

but you were you were surprised when you felt his hardened cock rub against your leg; feeling his true size

it made you drool 

and it did

Yeosang noticed and had slurped it up, “you want my cock.. don’t you~”

you nodded like it was the only thing you knew, “yesyesyes.. I want it soo bad..”

he flipped you so that he was slouching against the seat and you were met face to face with his belt that sat above his bulging, throbbing cock 

“you’ll do a good job for me.. won’t you, princess?”

all of a sudden, you wanted to whatever he wanted, however he wanted

frankly speaking, you wanted him to order you around; knowing that in the end you’ll get what you want if you listen 

SAN

“you will be mine.. and what’s mine lasts forever..”

you shook with fear as he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear 

sure, you were scared but you were just as turned on 

he was immensely good-looking despite of how much blood he had on his hands

San could feel you shake under his touch 

“I wouldn’t hurt you.. I want you to last forever..” he starts to draw circles on the small of your back

“unless you want me to..” 

you noticed that as he said that, his pants were fitting a little tighter than it was just a couple seconds ago 

you didn’t mean to look for as long as you did, but San felt an overwhelming sense of ego when he noticed you 

he taps at your chin to have you look up at him with your doe-like eyes

“eyes are up here..”

a rush of adrenaline made you do things you didn’t think you’d do, especially to a feared mafia leader 

you hooked your finger through his belt loop and dragged him into a closet where his gang kept some of their empty weapons 

San smirked as he grabbed one of his favorite pistols, “don’t worry, sweetheart, these are all for show.. unloaded and all.. but you don’t care, I can see it in your eyes..”

you drags the muzzle along your jawline and excruciatingly slow down and around your breasts 

you weren’t hyperventilating but you were breathing heavier than usual 

“wanna show me how you’d suck me off? I like to see if my merchandises is in mint condition~” 

San lifts the pistol straight at your mouth, knowing that his fingers were off the trigger made you feel a LITTLE bit safer 

you placed one of your hands on his hand and the other onto the base of the pistol 

it was a weird feeling but you couldn’t help but feel aroused by his little eyebrow raises when you changed up your little actions 

from trying to fit the whole pistol in your mouth to slurping up your drool from the sides 

San’s sudden jerk of the pistol startled you; he discarded it as he forcefully grabbed your chin

“I’ve had enough with watching.. I think I wanna take her out for a little whirl..” he says moments before he shoves his active tongue in your mouth 

he twirls you around so that you’d sit comfortably on a crate, “I take excellent care of my possessions but just so you know.. I can’t promise that you won’t a bruise or two..”

you brought his delicately strong hands up to your throat, “I-I don’t mind...”

San leans in closer and closer to you lips, “of course you wouldn’t..”

MINGI

“like this?”

he smacked the other side of your ass just as hard maybe even harder

at this point your legs completely gave on, you had no choice but to lean on him

to your surprise, you felt an uneasy yet welcoming warmth pool in between your legs

“j-just like that..” you mumbled for only himself to hear

his hand was still on your butt as he somehow maneuvers your panties down your legs

he bends down to pick it up

he takes a whiff at it before he shoves it in his back pocket 

you couldn’t believe how helpless you felt

“don’t tease me like this..” you clenched your legs in between his as you pathetically whimpered 

Mingi couldn’t wait any longer 

he brought you outside

you hissed as you felt the cold fence against your back

in contrast to the cold, your radiating heat sat right on top of Mingi’s thigh and his warm, thick lips latched onto yours 

you couldn’t help but want more and more of him

you frantically tried to get him out of his clothes; which he successfully ripped open with one hand movement 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.. why the rush?”

he wanted to hear from your lips, why you were rushing?

“I need to feel you in me...” as if your statement wasn’t needy enough, the way you said it made Mingi want to ram his cock into you the moment you finished your sentence 

“say no more-” he doesn’t even take the time to take off your clothes

he pushes up your dress so that it bunches up above your hips and he picks you up so that your entrance is literally inviting his tip in 

“you’re in for a ride, baby girl..”

WOOYOUNG

“my. fucking. pleasure.”

he had such a tight grip on you

if you fought any harder, you would fall off of his shoulder 

you were irritated but you were left with nothing to do until he put you down 

your ears perked as heard the sound of the elevator doors open

he places you, basically tosses you, down

your heels caused you to become unbalanced; making you fall backwards onto the rails of the elevator

moments as you fell onto the rails, he placed both hands on the rails, barricading you inside 

you stared straight into his eyes; they were filled with an immense amount of fiery passion and lust as yours was filled with loathsome lust 

you couldn’t help but feel extremely attracted to him 

but just because he was a feared being, doesn’t mean that can treat everyone like he owns them

“what do you want from me,” your voice was stern but laced with a suggestive tone

“besides fucking up until my name, which is Wooyoung if you didn’t know already, is the only thing you know? I just want to get to know you.. take you on a couple of dates.. maybe even take you where ever you want to on our honeymoon..”

you scoffed as you gave him a half-hearted laugh, “what a way to get to girl’s heart huh?”

Wooyoung closed the space between his lips and yours, “I believe I didn’t stutter when I said that I’m gonna make you fall for me..”

you wanted to prove him wrong, so you played along with his game, “then what are you waiting for? do it-”

he flips you around and presses his hard-on in between your ass, “I’m gonna make sure that I’ll prove to you that I’m a man of my words..”

he starts the roughly grab at your breasts, taking them out of your strapless dress and stimulates your nipples 

you couldn’t help but throw your head back at the sensation 

he wastes no time and sucks at the nape of your neck 

one of his hands push your body back into him as it snakes down to your clit and takes no time but to get you as wet as possible 

“that’s it, baby. get louder for me.. I wanna hear your voice echo in this elevator..”

in your mind, you told yourself not to give into his requests

but with how good he was making you feel, how could you not?

JONGHO

“you’re nothing but a little princess in a queen’s crown.. I’m gonna show you what little princesses like you get treated like”

you chuckled as you ran your fingers through his hair

“you’ll show me what little princesses like me get treated like? I’d like to see that very much~” 

Jongho could get addicted by your sultry voice that could be saturated with honey 

you just wanted to see how rough he could be with you 

all guys have something to prove; they feel like it’s their entitled right to 

your hands gracefully slid down to caress his face; massaging his cheek that you slapped

but he firmly brings his hand up to grab your wrist

“don’t think that you can get yourself out of this by doing whatever you want.. I’m in charge here...”

you batted your eyelashes as you shimmied your way closer to him

“you’d like to punish me, wouldn’t you?”

Jongho cocks his head as smiles

he brings you into his chest; you didn’t even notice his raising hand from behind your back

you yelped as you clenched onto his shirt; he slammed his hand onto your ass, harder than he did the first time

your helplessness fed into his pride, “a queen can try and be a queen but a princess will always be a princess...”

you pulled him by his blazer into your car; thank God for self-driving systems because you couldn’t keep your hands on the wheel for more than 2 minutes

you and Jongho waltzed into your home but you two couldn’t even make it to your bedroom

unlike Jongho, you paid attention to your surroundings

as you walked through your grand doorway, you grabbed a chiffon scarf and casually placed it around his neck; knowing that you’ll save it for later 

you moved him passed the staircase and onto the roomy couch in the living room; in which the couch had lovely metal armrests 

you shoved him onto the couch and before you could give him the chance to get up, you pushed his shirt over his head and through his arms

you swiftly took the scarf and wrapped his wrists to the armrests

you smirk as you had the chance to reclaim your dominance  

“Jongho.. you need to properly punish me..” you rigorously rubbed ass onto his bulging hard-on

“I-I swear you’ll regret it once I get out of this..” he hisses through his teeth; tugged at restraints until his fingers went purple 

“I guess I better get to it,” you huffed in satisfaction; who said a queen couldn’t be an actress?

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THE BOYZ ONE-SHOT SMUT TRICK VERSION. TRICK 8 KEVIN - MAKE SURE YOU SMELL GOOD

WARNING: DETAILED SMUT SCENES AND FOUL LANGUAGE AHEAD!

"Kevin I think one of your tricks is the easiest," Changmin said and Kevin laughed.

"For making a fan contest for my trick is easy and I already had an idea," Kevin said.

“What’s your fan contest for your trick?” Changmin asked.

"Well, they should film like a perfume commercial ad and I will choose the best video," Kevin said and smiled at Changmin.

“Wow! I bet all the fans will surely show how good they are in filming like in a commercial ad. Good luck Kevin!” Changmin said and smiled at him.

" Thanks, Changmin! I will get going and probably the fans are waiting for my turn for the fan contest." Kevin said and smiled back at Changmin. Then he announces the fan contest where the fans should send a video that was like a perfume commercial ad. Then Y/N saw the fan contest of Kevin and…

“His fan contest really fits me since I am a perfume lover and I will definitely prepare for this.” Y/N said. Then her friend named Jiye went to her house and…

“Wow! Whenever I come to your house, I feel like that it has various vibes here because of the scent that is lingering here. What are you doing?” Jiye asked.

“I am doing a perfume commercial ad for Kevin’s fan contest because his trick is, make sure you smell good and he wants us to do like a commercial ad.” Y/N said.

“Oh! He will definitely choose you and if he had the chance to come here in your house I bet he will be lured by you.” Jiye said and smirked at her.

“Lured? What do you mean?” Y/N said.

"Y/N don't be so innocent and you know sometimes men are lured by just smelling women with their perfume but of course it depends on what perfume you put on," Jiye said and winked at her.

“Well, I don’t know let’s just see if I will win Kevin’s fan contest.” Y/N said.

"Good luck with your perfume commercial ad," Jiye said and Y/N nodded and smiled at her. Then Y/N proceeds to capture a video of her commercial ad and she used much perfume that she had on her room. Then after a few minutes of capturing and editing the video, she decided to sent the video.

"Gosh! I hope he will choose and I had so much effort in the video." Y/N said and calmed herself down as she waited for the announcement of the lucky fan. As for Kevin, he is watching all the videos of his fans. Then when he watched one of the fans' videos…

"Wow! This fan really loves perfumes and her perfumes are expensive too. Also, her video is really like a commercial ad and she can be a real endorser of a perfume brand. I like it!" Kevin said. Then suddenly Changmin went to Kevin and…

“How’s your fan contest going?” Changmin asked.

“The fans are really good at preparing for my fan contest especially the one who I chose. I can really tell she is a perfume lover.” Kevin said and showed the video to Changmin and…

“Oh! Is she a commercial model? Also, it seems she is rich too and she has those expensive perfumes too.” Changmin said.

“You’re right! I think she should be a perfume brand endorser and definitely many will accept her when they see this video.” Kevin said.

“I agree with you! I bet when you go to her place tomorrow you will smell her scent immediately.” Changmin said and Kevin laughed.

"I think so Changmin! I will go and see it tomorrow." Kevin said. Then he suddenly thought of how can he announce the lucky fan but he decided to just capture a screenshot photo of the perfume that was used by the fan but he decided to cover what perfume brand it is and he posted the photo and has a message on it

"I bet all of you are curious who used this perfume in the photo, right? I can say that her video can be a real commercial ad for a perfume brand and it was great content. Congrats to her and you will definitely meet me tomorrow!

Then Y/N checked the perfume she used for the video and…

"I had similar perfume in the photo. OMG! I might be the lucky fan!" Y/N said and smiled widely at herself but then she suddenly thought.

"Wait! What if another fan used that perfume in their video? I shouldn't assume things quickly and I should just wait for tomorrow." Y/N said to herself. Then the next day, Y/N is a heavy sleeper and it was almost time for lunch but suddenly someone rang the doorbell.

“Gosh! I am having a good sleep and someone is interrupting it.” Y/N said and she fixed herself and as she opened the door…

“OMG! Kevin of The Boyz is here right now! But I am not prepared!” Y/N thought as her eyes went big and gulped then Kevin laughed at her reaction.

“So cute! You’re Y/N, right? “ Kevin said and smiled at her.

“Yes, I am! “ Y/N said and smiled back at him. Then Kevin went inside her house and…

"Hmmm… coming into your house is really inviting because it really smells good," Kevin said as he still smelling and feeling the perfume lingering in her house and Y/N smiled at his words.

"Umm… To be honest, I just woke up when you rang the doorbell. I have to go shower first. Is that alright? It will be just quick." Y/N said.

“It’s ok! I understand. But I am sorry I interrupt your sleep.” Kevin said.

“No need to be sorry. I am really just a heavy sleeper. I really have to shower so, that I can talk to you.” Y/N said and smiled at Kevin.

“Ok! I will wait for you!” Kevin said and winked at her and she blushed again. Then as Y/N went to shower, Kevin is checking out her house and he was curious where is Y/N’s room then he went inside in one of the rooms and…

"Wow! She has many perfume collections!" Kevin said and he carefully smelling each perfume in her room. He didn't know that Y/N was already finished and…

"Where is Kevin? He is just in the living room when I left him. That's weird." Y/N thought and she decided to go to her room and when Y/N was about to enter the room, Kevin hide himself somewhere in the room.

"Wait! Why I am hiding? Oh well! I will just think she might get mad at me if she saw me here." Kevin thought. Then as Y/N went inside her room, she is only with a towel on her, and Kevin was shocked and…

“This is a bad idea! I should have just shown up myself !" Kevin said and tried to calm himself down.

"I wonder where Kevin is?" Y/N said and sighed but when she decided to put on perfume on her and Kevin suddenly smelled the perfume she put on and as he continued to smell and feel it…

“The perfume is really strong and it’s also tempting too. It looks like Y/N is doing this on purpose luring me like that.” Kevin thought and he decided to show himself to her quietly and went to back hug her and Y/N was shocked while she was still in a towel and she blushed…

“Are you doing this on purpose Y/N?” Kevin said in a sexy voice and Y/N gulped.

"Kevin you scared me and what are you doing here in my room?" Y/N said and blushed while Kevin is still back hugging her and still smelling her like he was a wolf and his breath in her neck making her shiver and…

“That’s not the answer Y/N! I am asking you if you are doing this on purpose? Also, your perfume is really tempting and luring me so much.” Kevin said and he suddenly licks her neck and…

“N-no Kevin, I am not doing it on purpose.” Y/N said as she stuttered answering him because of his previous action.

"Are you sure about that?" Kevin said and Y/N nodded. Then he decided to turn Y/N around to face him and Y/N saw his eyes were on fire and lust.

“My gosh! It seems Jiye is right! Good luck to me!” Y/N thought and her thoughts were cut-off when he holds her head and kissed her hungrily that made her eyes go big again but she just responded to his kiss and while they are still kissing, one of Kevin’s hand went to her towel and removes it and he slowly lays her in the bed as he went to her neck he licks and bites it and make some hickeys on it and he also licks and kisses her jawline that made Y/N moan his name softly. Then he stopped at his actions and Y/N helped him removed his clothes and…

“You want this too huh? That’s my girl!” Kevin said and smirked at her and she just blushed at his words. Then he decided to dive in her breast and licks the middle part of it and captures one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Ugh! Ah! Kevin! Ah!” Y/N moaned. Then he continued to suck her nipples that made her moan more and she pushed his head more in her breast and he smirked at her actions. Then he suddenly inserted two fingers to her pussy and…

“SHIT! KEVIN! AH! UGH! AH! MORE PLEASE!” Y/N moaned and he pumped his fingers to her at a fast pace.

“YES! KEVIN! SHIT! LIKE THAT!” Y/N moaned and Kevin was looking at her and smirked at her.

"Moan my name like that Y/N! I will give you more later." Kevin whispered to her and bites her earlobe and she moaned more and gripped his arms than without a warning she cums in his fingers and as he pulled out, he licked his fingers as he looked at Y/N in a sexy way and he put a condom

“Shit! he is hot when he is like that!” Y/N thought and…

“Prepare yourself for me Y/N! I love you!” Kevin said.

“I love you too Kevin!” Y/N said then he slowly inserted his cock to her and…

“SHIT! I-IT HURTS KEVIN! FUCK! UGH!” Y/N said and Kevin kissed her tears away and…

"Don't worry Y/N it will be pleasurable for you later," Kevin said and Y/N trusted him as Kevin let her adjusted first to him. Then in a few minutes, Y/N suddenly buck her hips up to him and Kevin moaned at her actions and…

“KEVIN! FASTER! UGH! AH! AH!” Y/N moaned then Kevin obeyed her and thrust his cock to her at a fast pace.

“SHIT! SO TIGHT Y/N! UGH! AH! YES!” Kevin moaned and he kissed again her neck while he still thrusting to her.

“FUCK! UGH! AH! KEVIN MORE! SHIT! AH!” Y/N moaned and her hands went to his back then Kevin went harder to her.

“SHIT! FEELS SO AMAZING INSIDE OF YOU Y/N! UGH! AH! YES!” Kevin moaned.

"YES LIKE THAT! KEVIN! FUCK! SHIT!" Y/N moaned and her nails scratch Kevin's back because of the intense pleasure she felt and that made Kevin moaned more. Then Kevin decided to go harder and rougher than ever to her.

“SHIT! RIGHT THERE KEVIN! YES! FUCK! AH!” Y/N screamed as Kevin hit her g-spot many times and she arched her back that made their chests touch to each other.

"UGH! FUCK! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU Y/N! AH! YES!" Kevin moaned and he leaned into her neck then while he is still thrusting to her he whispered dirty things to her that made her arousal high.

“KEVIN! I WILL CUM! AH! UGH! SHIT! FUCK!” Y/N moaned.

“WAIT FOR ME Y/N! SHIT! UGH! AH!” Kevin moaned. Then in a few minutes, both of them screamed each other’s names as they cum. Then Kevin removed the used condom and laid beside her and looked at her.

"I think your scent will stay with me," Kevin said and winked at her and she blushed and slightly slap her bicep.

"Stop it, Kevin! You are teasing me again." Y/N said and Kevin laughed at her.

“Why? Did I say something wrong huh? Or you want round 2?” Kevin said and smirked at her.

“Kevin, you already made me tired and I think I can’t handle you for a second round. Let’s just rest ok?” Y/N said and Kevin nodded and still slightly laughing at her.

“Ok! By the way, I can tell you can definitely sign up in a perfume brand and endorse it.Your commercial ad looks like a real ad for a perfume brand," Kevin said and smiled at her.

"Oh! Thanks for the compliments, Kevin. I think I can submit the video to a perfume brand company, right?" Y/N said.

“Yup! I will support you when you are accepted as an endorser and I will buy the perfume that you will endorse.” Kevin said and winked at her.

“You’re so sweet Kevin! I love you!” Y/N said.

“I love you too so much Y/N!” Kevin said and he kissed her lips quickly and both of them went to sleep and they cuddled each other.

“I really like hugging Y/N like this especially her scent is really addictive.” Kevin thought.

 끝 THE END

Thank you for reading my one-shot smut trick version of  THE BOYZ’S KEVIN!

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[peachithings]

Safe Haven (m)

Pairing: Jaebeom x OC!Female

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warning/s: contains unprotected sexual intercourse (stay safe bubs!), mentions of violence and profanities

A/N: This is the first time I am writing smut, please be kind to me huhu Also, this is my first writing that I have published hehe <3

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Looking back, I have never thought that I would be that lucky girl that everyone would like to be.

Flashback

I  am  sitting  i n a crowded airport, reading The Catastrophic History of You and Me. It  is  the perfect book  that  resemble s  my broken heart.

Yes, my heart  is definitely  broken in half. I had just came out of a very destructive relationship. I was battered and was constantly getting abused  both non-verbal and  verbal. I thank the heavens for providing me the strength and courage to get out of that sick relationship.

I am now healing. I am slowly healing myself by traveling and focusing on myself and my goals in life. It is the best time of my life.

I smiled as I remembered that day. The day that I had met the man that accepted me for who I am with all the flaws and imperfections in me.

At that airport, I had met Jaebeom Lim.

I  am  sitting in one of the chairs in front of the terminal  and t here is only less an hour left before boarding. Suddenly, there was a group  of boys  that had just came and sit on the seats beside and in front of me. I did not bother to look at them, too busy and focused on my book.

“Hello, do you mind if I sit beside you?” A man asked.

He had his black hair  tied up in a man bun  and  a headband on and flashed his bright smile.

“No. I don’t have anyone with me anyway.” I replied and smiled back.

I instantly recognized them after. How would I not? They were the most popular boy group of the time. Their faces were in every  television  show  and in every social media out there was writing about them.

“Wow, how lucky am I to be just sitting beside the most popular boys of the generation.” I  thought  to myself.

As much as I wanted to interact with them, I kn o w that privacy is very important so I  did not  interfere with them after that little interaction with  Jaebeom .

After a while, i t was time to board the plane, so I gathered my things, brought out my boarding pass and stood up from  my  seat. In the corner of my eye, I saw them look at me. Maybe they were puzzled as to why I  am  not freaking out in front of them.

I went to board the plane, flying first class is checked out off of my bucket list.

Little did I know that they were also boarding the same plane as I am. How was I to know?

“Hey” He greeted and smiled. Oh boy,  his  smile made me melt to my knees. “I believe you were also the same person that was sitting beside me reading a book?”

“Uhm, hey!” I greeted back. “Yeah , I think so?” I replied.

“I’m  Jaebeom . And you are?”

“My name is  Illea ”

“Your name is just as beautiful as you.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,  Jaebeom . Nice to meet you.”

I smiled as I continued to adore my boyfriend while I reminisce that day.

“Hey, babe. What are you smiling about?” Jaebeom asked.

“Oh nothing, babe. I just remembered that day we met at the airport.” I replied and chuckled.

“Really? Did you know that day was the best day of my life?” He stated.

His statement made me blush. He made me happy and I always felt safe with him. He is my safe haven.

GOT7 is now starting their promotions with their comeback and they were all busy. I was also busy with work, I am their photographer after all.

Thinking back to the time that he was asking me why had I come to South Korea, I never knew that I was going to be working with them. The email had only said that they are offering me a job as a photographer to one of their talents. And they also mentioned that the job is inclusive of occasional travels with their talent.

“So,  Illea… W hat brings you to Korea?” He asked.

“I was offered work that I cannot refuse:  to  take photographs and to travel.” I replied.

I knew it was their company that hired me but  I  did not intend to tell him.

“Really? I  love taking photographs   on  a film camera. I have a passion for the arts.” He said and flashed his signature boxy smile again.

The flight  was  long and  it  consisted of a lot of conversations, meeting the rest of the members, food and sleeping. It was one of those experiences that are spontaneous but it was memorable.

Jaebeom and I shared a passion for the arts. Each city we have traveled to, we try to make time to visit the museums around the area. It was one of our ways to relax and unwind.

There are a lot of Ahgase speculating about our relationship but we wanted to keep it private first, so we still did not release any statements regarding the matters.

There were fans that was happy and there are also some that were upset. But to Jaebeom and I, all that mattered was we were happy together.

The members and the company were indeed happy for Jaebeom and I. They had never seen Jaebeom that happy and that inspired.

The promotions had ended for the day. We were all in the waiting room and they were having a V live.

They thanked their fans for their undying support and that they are all grateful for each and one of them.

“Ahgases, I have an announcement to make.” Jaebeom stated.

I froze at his words. Deep inside I was panicking and I am not able to calm down my nerves.

Jaebeom looked at me in the eyes as if telling me that it is now time. My heart raced, I was nervous.

“I want to address the matters regarding the speculations about my relationship with Illea. It is true. We are together and we are happy. But Ahgases’ love is still much better than hers.” He continued and laughed.

The people in the room and I laughed at his statement too.

-

Days had passed after Jaebeom’s announcement and Ahgases was very welcoming. They were also a part of GOT7’s family so they are mine too.

I showered them with the member’s behind the scenes photos and videos as well. I loved how Ahgases are so creative with editing and writing. They were such an inspiration to a photographer like me.

I would have to say that my favorite muse would always be our little Nora. Since Jaebeom and I do not always get to spend time with our little furbaby we make every precious with Nora memorable with photographs and a lot of videos to accompany each moment.

Each moment with Jaebeom was wonderful and in his arms is my safe haven.

One night during the tour. We had came back to the hotel after the concert.

I was in a deep sleep with  Jaebeom  beside me.

I was having a nightmare. A nightmare from the past.

My ex was slapping me  o n my face while saying, “you are worthless.” From slapping me in the face, he then kicked me in the head and said, “bitch.”

I was crying hysterically in my nightmare. I was begging for him to stop while crying. My body ached ;  I was in pain.

Outside of my nightmare,  Jaebeom  had woken up from my screams and my cries and when he had acknowledged that I was having a nightmare, he quickly tried to wake me up. Shaking me hard to get me out of my nightmare.

The members has heard the screams and hurried to  Jaebeom ’s room. When they came in the room, I was already awake and was full of sweat and crying. They were all worried about me so they stayed for a while.

After I had calmed down, I had assured them that I was now okay and that they should all get some rest now. I have also apologized to them for waking them up at this late hour.  And then, t hey all went back to their rooms.

I hugged  Jaebeom . “Thank you, babe.” I said.

“You know I’ll always save you, baby.” He replied.

“I’ll just take a quick shower, love. I reek of sweat.”

He nodded.

He noticed me by the bathroom door. I quickly climbed back to bed where he opened his arms for me and cuddled with me. “I’m sorry I had woken you up at this late hour.” I said before we drifted off to asleep and he just kissed and held me tighter in response.

I remembered the nightmares went away after that night. As cheesy as it may sound, he is my knight in shining armor. He accepted me and made me feel safe in his arms and company. He showed me that my past does not define who I am and who I will be.

-

Today we all have a day off.

Jaebeom brought me home and had slept over last night. Yes, we still lived separately. I live by myself and Jaebeom still lives with his cats. There will be times that I am the one that stays over in his apartment too.

I opened my eyes to this beautiful man beside me still asleep. I caressed his cheeks thinking, “how could I be this lucky.” I kissed his forehead before I went out of bed.

I was making breakfast only in my man’s shirt from last night when I saw a figure standing by the kitchen door.

“Hi, babe!” I greeted him with enthusiasm.

“You look amazing, babe.” He chimed. I turned to him and he flashed me that boxy smile that I so loved.

“What are you talking about, babe? I’m dressed in only your shirt, what’s amazing about that?” I chuckled.

“You definitely look fucking hot in my clothes.” He said. “Maybe I should just give you all of my shirts then?” He added and then laughed.

He walked towards me and hugged me from behind. He kissed my neck, nibbling on my sweet spots. “Jaebeom..” I moaned. I felt myself getting wet with his kisses.

“Beom, I’m cooking. If you keep on doing that we won’t have any breakfast.” I chuckled almost finished on cooking our breakfast.

Jaebeom tried to continue on his kisses right after I turned off the stove.

“Can’t keep your hands off of me, I see?” I questioned.

“How can I? You look so hot cooking only in my shirt.” He replied. “You got me real hard, babe.” He added while pressing his cock on my ass. I moaned at his hardened cock.

I turned around and kissed him. My arms roamed around his naked body. In between kisses he said, “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” And he lifted me up the kitchen counter and his lips wandered down my neck sucking forming a hickey and then nibbling on it.

His lips wandered back to mine. He captured my bottom lip softly sucking it making me moan. His hands had started to wander down my ass squeezing it lightly then pulling away slowly from the kiss and said, “babe, let me make you feel good.” His voice was raspy and it made me even wetter.

“Fuck, Jaebeom” I moaned. His lips continued to wander down to my breasts.  He grabbed one of my breasts in his hand as he started to nibble on my nipple. I threw my head back in pleasure as his actions made me moan his name and I started to feel my wetness drip. He brushed a finger on my slit. “So wet for me, baby.”

He slowly went down, kissing my thighs. His hot breath on my folds made me whimper, moan his name again.

I gasped when his finger touched my clit, rubbing it agonizingly slow. “J-Jaebeom” I moaned.

His tongue licked my folds without a warning and made my moans even louder. You felt his lips formed a smile knowing you were enjoying his every move. Jaebeom flattened his tongue on my clit before flicking it a few times. Loud moans escaping from my mouth. He ate me out like I was his breakfast. The way he ate me out sent me on edge. His finger made its way to my clit and rubbed it. “I’m c-close, babe.” I moaned.

“C’mon baby, cum for me.” And with that single sentence, I cried out his name while I came on his tongue.

“I love eating your sweet cunt, babe.” Jaebeom groaned.

I jumped off the counter and returned him the favor. I slowly licked his shaft, swirling my tongue around his tip. “Oh fuck!” He moaned.

“Babe, please.” He begged.

I put his shaft in my mouth. Bobbing my head while still swirling my tongue around his thick long shaft. “You look s-so fucking g-good, baby” he said while looking deep in my eyes. “W-with my c-cock in your m-m-mouth.” He added and threw his head back in pleasure. I took his cock deeper in my throat and I knew he was close.

“Baby, I’m c-close.” He moaned. And with a few thrusts in my mouth, he shoot his load and I swallowed every bit of it greedily.

“Wow, baby. You look so sexy swallowing my cum.” He stated and kissed me.

His kiss became hungrier again. “You didn’t think I was done with you just yet right?” He said.

He lifted me back on the kitchen counter.He discarded the only piece of clothing I have: his shirt.

I opened my legs in front of him. He licked his lips at the sight of my cunt in front of him. I felt myself getting wet for him again. He pushed his cock in me.

“Baby, you’re so wet and tight.” He groaned. I moaned as I felt him fill me.

He waited for a while to let me adjust. He started to thrust in me at an agonizingly slow pace.

“J-Jaebeom, f-faster please.” I begged. He started to go faster, thrusting into me deeper and deeper. I felt myself beginning to get close. As his thrusts get deeper, he began hitting my g-spot repeatedly.

“J-Jaebeom, r-right there. Your c-cock feels s-so fucking good.” I moaned.

“Y-yeah? I love your tight cunt a-around me.” He replied.

“B-b-baby, I’m c-close.” I whimpered at his thrusts.

“C-cum around my cock b-baby.” With just a few more thrusts, I came around him while I cried out his name.

His thrusts became sloppier and I knew he was getting close, so I helped him by moving my hips to meet his. He was shookt with my action and it made him moan, “Lea.”

“Baby, I’m c-close. C-can I come inside?” He moaned again.

“Y-yes, babe. I-I’m gonna cum with you.”

And few more thrusts, we both came together.

“Ah, babe. That was amazing!” He chimed. I chuckled.

We ate our breakfast naked after and laughed. And then head off to shower. After, we decided to just lounge in my apartment and catch up on some series.

-

I was late on my period. I was nervous to tell Jaebeom and honestly I do not know why.

We have a scheduled travel going to Los Angeles in couple of days. I went to schedule an appointment with the doctor’s telling Jaebeom that it was just because I was not feeling well but assured him that I will be alright.

I went alone. The doctor had instructed to collect urine from a cup. After a few minutes, the doctor came back with the results.

“Miss Waldorf, Congratulations! You’re pregnant.”

I was so happy. I thanked the doctor and provided me precautionary measures since it is only the first trimester.

“Doc, I was wondering... I do have a scheduled travel overseas. Will I still be able to go?” I asked.

“Yes, you may still be able to go and travel for now.” The doctor replied.

Now that the doctor’s appointment is done, the only thing left to do was to tell Jaebeom.

I decided to text Jaebeom.

[to Jaebeom] — hey babe, where are you?

[from Jaebeom] — i’m at home with the guys babe, why?

— how was the trip to the doctor’s? are you alright?

[to Jaebeom] — yeah, i’m alright.

— i’ll be there in a few! love you!

[from Jaebeom] — okie. be careful babe. love you too.

-

“Babe!” I shouted.

“In the living room, babe!” Jaebeom replied.

I went to the living room and saw that all the boys were present.

“Hey, Lea.” The member said in unison.

“Alright, boys. I have something to tell.” I said.

They went silent and sat down almost immediately.

“So as you guys know, I went to the doctor’s because I was not feeling well.” I trailed off. They were dead silent and focused on me but they just nodded in response.

“The doctor said... that I do not having anything to worry about. And I am only pregnant.” I continued.

They were all saying their congratulations. And I looked at Jaebeom, his eyes were sparkling. I knew he was really happy.

“Babe, thank you for making me the happiest man in the world right now.” He said.

“But...” He continued. His emotion changed and his tone was more serious. I was so nervous with the change of his tone of voice.

“Right now please allow me to continuously make you happy and be my wife?” He added while going down on one knee and bringing out a box.

I was so shocked. I was crying happy tears. “Yes, babe! A thousand times, yes!” I replied.

Jaebeom got up and put the beautiful ring on my finger and kissed me.

“I love you, Illea Waldorf.”

“I love you too, Jaebeom Lim.”

The moment was captured. Little did I know the boys were also doing a vlive over just for this moment.

Jaebeom Lim was, is and will always be my safe haven.

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[youarejesting]

Femme: 34

[MASTERLIST]

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader,

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Smut, oral performing, rough oral, making love, slow sensual moments in a bathroom and I will warn you there is mention of Christmas and Hanukkah.

Length: 3.4k words

Announcement: I dedicate this to my new friend @insertcoolusernamehere​ you sent a simple message, and I was over the moon I spent the whole day writing this bad boy. Let’s all thank this beautiful soul for making this happen today.

Recap: Shopping with Jungkook for the upcoming Christmas barbecue, you decide it is time to learn how to cook Korean food so you can cook for the boys. However, Jungkook gets distracted by your neck while braiding your hair. And you can’t help but follow him into the bedroom like he is the damn pied piper. Jungkook shares his first time with you and it becomes a whole hour or two of pleasure where you are joined by Namjoon and Taehyung. The two youngest finding pleasure in attacking your neck. Yoongi tired is greeted by your naked and marked form. Scolding the boys proves futile as they just can’t keep their hands off you.

After redressing, extensive makeup and a new braid from Jungkook you had finally filmed your video, the boys all made Cameo’s as they came home from work or moved about the house. 

“Yoongi please stop eating the ingredients I am making food!” You scolded.

“My Princess I am home,” Jimin shouted, and you froze blushing down the camera and he poked his head into the frame and waved “Are you filming?”

After filming and eating the food you prepared for dinner, Taehyung and Jungkook huddled around the laptop and started editing. “Wah this camera is awesome Tae” 

Washing the dishes and heading for a long shower to wash off the makeup you heard a knock. “Jagiya, can I come in?” Hoseok’s voice echoed through the bathroom as he poked his head through the door.

“Leaving the door unlocked is basically my invitation” you walked out to the shower door dripping”

“Jagiya what happened?” 

“Tae and Jaykay thought it would be fun to give me hickeys” beckoning him over and undoing his shirt buttons, he got the hint undressing and following you into the shower room. Sitting on the floor he laughed kneeling in front of you taking your head in his hands turning it this way and that examining your face before he grabbed your ear and hummed.

“You look healthy and you have been micro-chipped but you haven’t been desexed which means you need to watch out for strays or you might get pregnant,” he hummed and you noticed how hard he was for you “You have nice strong legs and your coat looks particularly shiny which is a good sign, have you been vaccinated little one”

“All my shots are up to date?” you smirked

“What a clever little girl she can speak on command, I am going to check your teeth don’t bite me okay” He gently opened your mouth, and he hummed playfully “They are very good but always remember to brush and floss”

Sliding two fingers into your mouth, you wrapped your lips tightly around them and teased them with your tongue. He groaned, leaning his head back on the tiled wall. Removing his fingers from your mouth, you laid between his legs and looked up at him.

“Jagiya you are so pretty” You wrapped hands around his cock and locked up at him through your lashes. He watched you, his tongue flicking across his lip in anticipation. 

You leaned up briefly to give him a kiss, and he moved your hair over your left shoulder and held it back so it wasn’t obstructing your face. Running your thumb under the head of his dick you gave a few kitten licks trying to stir him up. 

It seemed to work as he growled for you to take him like a good girl. “Open your mouth”  he was stern, his eyes dark and his voice thick with lust. Breathing hard you part your lips allowing him entrance, closing your lips around the tip. 

You suck hard. Making Hoseok’s back arch and his hand tightening in your hair. He was vocal hissing through his teeth a guttural ‘Fuck’. 

The sounds he made had you working more enthusiastically. You were both fighting for control, but you could tell he was about to snap his fingers twitching in your hair and the way he was trying to still his hips. 

Pulling back you smirked “why are you holding back, I’m all yours,” you said moving his hands to the back of your head and threw him a wink taking him in your mouth. 

“Oh fuck, Jagi you sure?” his voice was air, and you replied back in moans of approval “you better not regret this, you know the non-verbal safe sign”

Pushing himself all the way to the back of my throat, he almost made you gag. Giving you a second to catch your breath, you tried relaxing your throat you found humming helped. Tears welling up in your eyes at the slight burn as he set a rapid pace. He shuddered, burying himself a little deeper, the fullness in your throat had finally cut off your air supply. With your nose pressed to his pubic bone, his hips bucked once, twice, three times. Unloading himself he paused panting hard, and he held you firm. 

The burn in your chest became too much to ignore, and you tapped the safe sign on his thigh and he swore releasing you. You pulled back coughing, gasping for air. “Baby shit, I’m so sorry” you turned and laid back on his chest. “It felt so good I didn’t want to move”

“I’m okay just don’t forget next time, I got to breathe,” you laughed, and he smiled hugging you. 

“I love you” he kissed behind your ear. 

It was Christmas Eve, and you had presents you put in a backpack, stepped onto the balcony and stepped over to the balcony next door. 

You swore when you found it locked and climbed back you were pulled off the ledge by Yoongi who swore. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?”

“I am trying to sneak presents next door, but they locked their balcony door. Who locks their balcony door we are on the 20th floor?”

“Exactly we are on the flipping 20th floor and you're just hopping balconies, they are covered in ice what if you fell?” He was mad and upset and you hugged him. 

“I’m sorry I will never do it again”

“When I saw you on the ledge, I thought you were going to jump” he frowned 

“Yoongi no stop, okay don’t even think like that I love you let’s go inside”

“Namjoon has the key card to their apartment give me a second” Yoongi left and came back with his own backpack he held out the card and you went to take it. 

“You have to work for this card you just scared the hell out of me,” he said “don’t think you aren’t getting punished for this”

“Okay, I understand but this first then you can get mad” he nodded and took the key cards for both apartments and you snuck inside the apartment next door. 

You arranged the presents on the coffee table and smiled taking out some soft white sweaters (I changed ugly Christmas sweaters for a cute, soft boy look) you had bought for the boys with Taehyung who had bought them matching hats which you assumed he would give them the next day.

Yoongi reached into his bag and pulled out a collection of black envelopes he laid them down and you headed to the door opening it to see Seokjin, Taehyung, Namjoon and Jungkook with their presents the others not far behind, you laughed silently helping them all place their presents on the overflowing coffee table. 

You all froze when a sleepy Yeonjun walked down the hall and walked all the way to the kitchen. He stood there staring at the fridge smacking his lips. 

Sliding past him and filling a plastic tumbler with water, he reached out for it and drank it before handing it back with a murmur. Before shuffling back on his way hitting the wall, Jimin went after him and tucked him into bed before silently running back out. 

Everyone headed to bed and as you reached your room, an arm wrapped around your waist, “don’t think you have gotten away with what you did little miss, I think I will collect my extra Christmas present tomorrow” 

You were quick to fall asleep having a vivid dream. You were running in the rain, ducking inside a building. In the entranceway, you bought a ticket, grabbing a piece of fruit from the fruit bowl at the front desk. Selecting a peach and eating happily as you strolled through the large aquarium watching the fish. You finished the peach holding the small seed in your hand trying to find a bin. Rounding the corner, you saw the boys standing watching a group of otters.

Waking a little hazy on Christmas Morning. You woke to someone pacing outside your door; you wondered who it was the maknae excited for presents? Yoongi waiting to punish you for last night? 

“Namjoon stop pacing she will be awake soon”

“No, I’m not ready yet, I need to put gel in my hair”

“I got a stain on my shirt let me change?” Jungkook shouted from the other room.

“Put your mics on,” Taehyung asked them all politely “we are now recording”

“Go shirtless” Yoongi drawled from the direction of the living room “then maybe she might say yes”

“What if she doesn’t like it?” Namjoon said 

You got up and slipped on your Robe and picked your head out, “I heard you say we are recording so give me a minute to brush my hair and put on some actual clothes, good morning I love you times seven” 

Dressing in a festive red dress you put bells in your hair and gold makeup look, stepping out. “Okay, I think I am awake can I brush my teeth, while someone puts a mic on me” You were brushing your teeth and Jin placed a microphone on your dress, “you look handsome today?”

“I won’t look handsome if you keep spitting toothpaste at me” he scolded, you ignored him and turned to the camera waving curiously. Making faces down the lense to make Taehyung laugh. 

“Tae what are we recording for, hello good morning everyone Merry Christmas and if you don’t celebrate, Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah”

“We have to give gifts. It's our first Christmas together.” Taehyung said setting the camera stand and coming to sit down. You were excited and there was the exchanging of the gifts and you gave out your gifts for the boys, it was the best you could do on a budget. 

“Jin you first” he opened a present from you and you grinned it was a couples cooking class and then you had scored a wine and food comedy night tickets in a raffle. That you were excited to go to. 

Everyone handed out their gifts. Yoongi was caught out re-gifting a rainbow sweater he had received the year previous from Jhope back to Jhope. “Man, this was my favourite sweater on you and you only wore it twice when I forced you”

“Yeah, you liked it so much so I thought I would give it to you,” He said trying to act nonchalant.

“Ah that’s all the gifts we should get to work on the barbecue food before we run out of time” You stretched your hands above your head trying to get the motivation to get up off the floor, but the boys were quiet eyeing each other. “What is going on? What are you hiding?”

“Well, there is one more gift but we don’t know how you would feel about it?” Namjoon said flustered he seemed nervous unsure what to say looking at the others for help.

“What he means to say is uh we love you a lot. And we want to always make you happy, and I know some of us aren’t particularly handsome”

“But you know Jin, Tae and Jungkook can make up for what we lack right?” Yoongi added onto Hoseok’s argument trying to keep things light-hearted but for the two of them to think that you were here for some of them and putting up with the rest had you biting your tongue.

“We would like to ask you if you wanted to marry us?” Namjoon opened a small ring box and Jimin hit his forehead muttering about how blunt and unromantic he was. You fell silent. Looking at the ring, lost in thought. Marriage this was the final step tying yourself to these seven men till death do you part. Your answer was most definitely yes, but you were thinking about your family, you had no father to walk you down the aisle or dance with you. You had no best friends to be your maid of honour well you did, but the number who would willingly wear a dress was slim.

Tears had tracked their way down your cheeks, unbeknownst to you. You suddenly thought of Moon Inshik. He could walk you down the aisle if you asked, and you could have the boy's next door as your flower boys. You wondered if you would go Traditional Korean Hanbok or if you would go Western. You realised Jiyong would most definitely rock a dress and the idea of Seung-hyun in a dress had you cackling.

“Did we break her?” Jimin whispered looking at Taehyung who was frowning and shrugged back.

“Just forget we asked and we can try again at another time when you think you might be ready?” Namjoon hastily tried to take the ring box from your hands and you pulled the ring out and put it on your finger, walking to the camera pulling it free from the stand and walking into Yoongi’s soundproof studio, locking the door behind you.

“I’m engaged, and I am happy but I would like to say something out loud privately. To my mother and father who cannot be here today, I am thankful you brought me into this world, I am thankful you let me join this program so I could meet the love of my life. I keep crying thinking I won’t have my father to walk me down the aisle or my best friends as bridesmaids but I think it is going to be okay because I have the boys and I love them to pieces and I have some people in mind. Guys you are looking at the future Mrs Kim-Min-Jung-Kim-Park-Kim-Jeon or is it Kim-Min-Jung-Park-Jeon or Kim-Kim-Kim-Min-Jung-Park-Jeon oh god signing my name is going to be a nightmare”

Throwing the door open you walked back out. “We should have gone for a traditional ring she didn’t like it, she stared straight at it and cried”

“So I don’t know about you but, I have a dilemma”

“Is it the ring?”

“No, it’s not the ring. It’s about my last name is it Kim-Min-Jung-Kim-Park-Kim-Jeon, or is it Kim-Min-Jung-Park-Jeon or Kim-Kim-Kim-Min-Jung-Park-Jeon”

“What do you mean we take your last name?”

“It’s always been that way, guys take the girl's last name, so their family doesn’t die out because there's always more male population than females.” Namjoon smiled and your jaw dropped.

“Really, you will all be Mr. (Last Name)” you scoffed, and they beamed with pride.

The celebrations were short-lived as you had to prepare the barbecue lunch and you were hand-making burger patties and Jimin made the buns fresh as well you cut up salads and put the lamb on skewers, preparing some desserts that you delicately placed in the fridge. 

The guests started arriving the boy's next door wearing their cute sweaters you had bought for them and looking absolutely adorable in matching white berets with navy blue pants and the white sweaters you had bought. Kai had a few little candy cane clips on the edge of his beret. Yeonjun had round circular glasses, and a Christmas themed glasses retainers. A gold chain that hung from the thin arms of the glasses around the back of his neck and had cute little Christmas trees hanging from an extra little chain off the temples of the glasses.

They exchanged gifts embarrassed saying it wasn’t as good as the gifts you had all purchased for them, but one look at the box messily wrapped in the decorative paper your heart warmed. There were little dinosaurs in Christmas hats. “Where did you get this paper?” you asked Soobin quietly. “I love it and I want it.”

“Ah it was leftover” 

Inside was something that made you cry. You grabbed Taehyun who was the nearest and squeezed him spinning him around. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love it”

“Noona,” Yeonjun grabbed your hand, “Why are you wearing an engagement ring?”

“Cause we are getting married,” you smiled

“Why does it sound like she is more excited about their present than getting married,” Jimin asked Jungkook who looked in the box curious what had you so excited.

“Are you excited?”

“Currently I am not thinking about it because it will make me cry. Every time I look at it my heart just beats so fast. I am bottling the excitement trying to act cool so it will be a surprise for the guests when they arrive. You know to see who notices and who doesn’t but mostly so I stop crying on camera”

“We can’t be that bad” Yoongi pouted, and you reassured them you were genuinely so happy, you just were holding it all together. Everyone got to work, and the tables were set on the balcony the barbecue was cleaned and ready for when the guests arrived.

Your boss was the first to arrive and handed over a tub of Turkish delight ice cream, you hugged him and handed over the gift you had handpicked; it was fluffy socks and a shaving kit you had found in an antique shop, cleaned and re-varnished. You had listened to him how every year his wife had bought him a pair of fluffy socks and you had heard his recent shaving kit was broken.

He thanked you and in the middle of the hug you heard Misuk calling out to you, you turned to see, Jiyong and family followed by the four girls you had made friends with at the park. It was a little awkward at first but everyone was super friendly so they all became friends quickly.

“Moddy,” Misuksaid grabbing Jiyong’s arm “Moddy. MoMo.MoMo. Pammy, Pammy!”

“Yes, sweetie what is it?”

“Shiny” Misuk pointed right at your hand and Jiyong snatched your hand.

“You got engaged!” he laughed, “Let me plan your wedding”

“Well, actually I want you at my wedding, if it’s not weird I lost all my best friends, and I thought maybe you could be my maid of honour,” You said softly.

“Hell yes, I would love to”

Everyone was smiling and looking at your ring and while Taeyang took over the Barbecue flipping burgers. Yoongi took you by the hand and led you into the small bathroom down the far end of the apartment. He locked the door, and he held your face.

“Are you happy?” He searched your eyes, and you started crying.

“Yes and no, I love you and I want this so much but I am just mostly sad this is the final step, the last chance a parent has before they send their child off to be taken care of by their partner but mine don’t get to send me off I don’t get this last chance” he took your chin and tilted it up pressing his lips slowly to yours lifting your red dress and sliding down your underwear slowly.

He lifted your right leg and placed your foot on the sink behind him and he took his time wiping your tears and keeping things sensual. When he was done you felt relieved to get everything off your chest and he straightened up your dress tucking your underwear in his inner jacket pocket.

“I am going to run out of underwear if you boys keep stealing them all”

“This is a punishment for last night and I don’t think no underwear would be a bad thing” He flashed a gummy smile leading you to your room to do some touch-ups on your makeup before walking you back out to the party. You held your legs tightly together so nothing could run down your legs but it seemed no use. Jimin ran his fingers up your inner thigh and popped them into his mouth.

“You and Yoongi had fun I see, Jin had to keep everyone distracted while the host ran off to the bathroom with her fiance”

“One of my fiance’s Jimin” You smacked his backside before walking around the party mingling.

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The Unholy

Warnings: she/her pronounced reader, very detailed making out, hickeys, some dry humping, Tae and Hobi being horndogs, mentions of blood and biting, i was too lazy to edit it through so yeah

Pairing: bts ot7 x reader, nun! reader, princess! reader, vampire! Jin x reader, hybrid! Namjoon x reader, hybrid! Yoongi x reader, vampire! Hoseok x reader, vampire! Jimin x reader, hybrid! Taehyung x reader, hybrid! Jungkook x reader

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

Authors note: uuugh so part 2 is finally up! I’m sorry I’m so bad at getting things done, please don’t yell at me); anyways I’ve been really excited to make this! But tbh, I have no idea where this story is going, this is just kinda what pops into my head! But still, I hope you’ll enjoy the story nonetheless!

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Summary:

The king and queen, your mother and father, rules the southern kingdom. The eastern and the western are ruled by kings and queens alike, but the northern are ruled by the most unholy of creatures. Or so you’ve been told.

Every citizen in the three kingdoms, have been warned about the creatures of the north, and it is with good reason they’re all terrified. All your life, your parents have tried to keep the knowledge of the northern creatures from you, but that just made you more curious.

Everyday, you would sneak down to the castle library, and read everything you could about the north, wanting to know the secret behind the unholy land. That of course didn’t go well with your parents, and when they found out they decided to send you to the most holy of places, to forget about everything you’ve read. One of the biggest church organizations in the south agreed to take you in, to rehabilitate you and learn you that you should never question such things as the northern creatures.

By day, you follow the strict prioress around as she lectures you about the holy and the unholy, and by night, you have to go on patrol alone through the church as a punishment for reading about the unholy.

But one night, everything changes, when you find the prioress dead, with bite marks all over her body. Of course, you have read about this, and you know exactly what killed her. But what happens when that exact creature you’ve read about, shows up right in front of you?

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The carriage bumped yet again, and you flew forward for the fifth time already. Quickly, steadying yourself with a string of embarrassed coughs.

Not a word had been spoken between you and Seokjin, since the arrival of the black carriage you now were sitting in. You weren’t quite sure were the carriage at come from, and how the driver knew that it was needed; you weren’t even sure it was actually Seokjin’s, but anyhow you ended up sitting stiffly inside it, trying not to stare too much at the vampire before you.

He hadn’t made a move the entire ride, not even a facemucsle did he move, the only thing showing that he was actually alive and not a statue, being his Adam’s apple that would bop almost violently every few minutes. You wondered what he was thinking about.

Your eyes followed the almost hypnotic motion of his Adam’s apple, focusing intently on the way it seemed to grow bigger in his throat before helplessly plopping down again in a swollowing motion.

Your mind instantly flashed to when he had taken your blood, just a couple hours earlier, how it must have bopped even more violently as he sank big mouthfuls of your precious red liquid down.

The thought made a strange sensation shoot through the two wounds on your neck, your hand absentmindedly coming up to delicately brush your fingertips against the slowly healing surface. The pain that once had almost numbed your entire body, was now a dull ache. It felt almost nice, the throbbing sensations in your wound running out to the rest of your body, feeling almost like a second heart.

You noticed how the two wounds seemed much warmer than the rest of your body, swallowing hard, as the tips of your fingers seemed to create a delicious friction against the itchy exterior of the wounds.

The nice feeling, making heatwaves rediate off the wounds, shooting directly down into your belly, creating even more warmth.

Slowly, you let your fingertips slip away from the wound, as your hand tiredly fell down into your lap, where the other one was already resting. Carefully, you tipped your head, leaning it against the cool window, trying to escape some of the heat that had now also travelled to your head.

You let your eyelids fall down and rob you off your vision, as the weight of the last few hours began to weigh you down. So much had happened, and so much was about to happen, but one thing was for sure; you could never return to your old life again.

You knew that if your parents, or anyone else found out you had willingly ventured into the north, and not even alone but accompanied by one of the creatures from said place, you would be executed the moment you sat foot in one of the other regions.

The princess who traveled to the land of her kingdoms most feared enemy.

The thought of worry were quickly being pushed aside, by the continuing thumps and throbs shooting through you like a clock. You didn’t get scared by how hard the throbs had gotten, quite on the contrary it calmed you and you let out a content sigh, focusing completely on the way your wound warmed you up.

Not long after, your eyes fluttered for the last time, and your breathing became heavier by the second, lulling you into a peaceful, heavy sleep, your mind going out like a light as drifted off to nothingness.

You awoke by the feeling of cold hands gripping you, and soft, smooth fabric against your hands, as you subconsciously gripped it harder, sliding your fingers over it.

Your mind was foggy, as you tried to open your eyes, feeling like you should be alarmed by your current situation, but your mind wouldn’t let any worrying feelings shine through, and the only feeling there was, were the warmth you had fallen asleep with, accompanied by the cold hands locked around you.

Slowly, tiredly, your eyes fluttered open, and you were met by the mop of Seokjin’s black hair, as he stood bend over you, trying to as carefully as possible, to tuck your body into the awaiting bed.

He felt so cold. Why was he cold?

Worryingly, you furrowed your eyebrows, mind still fuzzy as you tried to figure out how he was so incredibly cold, and why you were so amazingly warm.

“Lie down. Sleep. I’ll be back soon, don’t leave this room, understood?”

He asked, face expressionless, as he let you drop down into the soft pillows and blankets, merely nodding in response, as the bed consumed your body whole, making you even more tired and fuzzy, fog already clouding your eyes.

“Understood?”

He asked again, tone more commanding this time, and you wanted nothing more than to answer him, like you would of it weren’t for the fog completely numming your brain.

“..yes.”

With slurred words, you almost vomited the words out, and watched as he nodded once, before turning to leave. You felt like crying, as he slowly disappeared, trying to remember how to beg him to stay. You couldn’t remember the words, you couldn’t remember any words really, only pathetically lifting your hand from the pillows, making grabby motions towards his back.

The further he got from you, the clearer your mind got, until you could remember everything vividly, how he had sucked you almost dry, how he had killed all those men on the square and how he had forbid you to leave the room just a couple minutes ago.

You sat up in the bed, the tiredness disappearing along with the fuzzyness. You exhaled, a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding, as you carefully swung your legs over the side of the big, queen sized bed, freeing yourself of the almost suffocating, dark red covers.

What had just happened?

Did Seokjin do something to you? You were almost sure he did, but what exactly did he do?

You pressed your palm against your forehead, sticky from sweat, as a pounding began, feeling like your brain slammed against your skull with every thud of your heart.

You groaned, and stood up fully, to slowly walk yourself over to a full body mirror in the corner.

You gasped.

You looked like you had been dragged through a battlefield, tied to a wild horse. You black dress was ripped and dirty, blood splatters everywhere, especially visible on the white sleeves of the dress you wore under. Your hair that was once pinned back neatly, looking almost like a lions mane, all tangly and big. But worst of all your face, you were pale, white as a ghost, with multiple bruises covering you, trailing downwards to the bitemarks on your neck, two red dots almost glowing red, but not leaking blood anymore.

You sighed in annoyance, trying to comb your hands through your hair, fingers instantly getting stuck, ripping painfully at your roots.

You gave up, just as your stomach began to grumble impatintly. You began to contemplate, the last time you had gotten food was the morning before your night shift with the prioress, which was about two days ago.

Surely, Seokjin wouldn’t leave you here to starve?

Restlessly, you began scanning the area for something eatable, which you found none. It wasn’t that the room lacked anything, it had almost too much, but the only thing you could spot was something that looked suspiciously a lot like alcoholic drinks standing on a table in the corner.

He said he would be back soon, right?

You thought back, trying to remember his words, maybe he’ll bring food?

With an annoyed huff, you slumped down on the bed, your dress sprawling across the silk sheets, the most illogical solution would be to wait. And so you did.

But a few minutes soon turned into hours in your head, and your tummy continued to grumble unhappily.

And so at last, you decided it would be best to go look for food yourself, doing exactly the opposite of what Seokjin had ordered you to do.

Your fingers curled around the golden handle, and you hesitated a moment before slowly turning it, deciding if this was really worth it. But surely Seokjin wouldn’t have abandoned you, if there really was something dangerous outside. You shook the thought off you, before stepping out into a beautifully decorated hallway.

You looked down, where you could see another hallway and a staircase forming, a smile curling on your lips. The room you had been staying in, was located at the end of a fairly long hallway, littered with other rooms alike, but in your rush to fill your empty belly you didn’t have any time to explore further.

Lifting your dress up, you began carefully walking down the staircase, afraid you might trip in the long garment, alarming whoever else was in the house, which to you seemed like a very bad idea.

The big staircase, let down to what seemed to be the main entrance of the house, or should you say mansion, you were in. You stood there a little, unsure of where to go amongst the many doors, rooms and hallways, when your eyes landed upon another staircase, leading down to a room that you could only assumed was the kitchen, or at least some kind of food storage.

Your stomach grumbled in response, and you were quick to make your way down the stairs, cool air hitting your face the further you got down to the cellar.

The cellar were covered in all consuming darkness, expect for the candles hanging far apart on the stone wall, reminding you too much of the church where you had met Seokjin just a couple hours ago.

Grabbing your skirt once more, hoisting it up just above your ankles, you began to hastily walk further into the room. After just a few meters, your were met with a big door, slowly pushing it open, your eyes shined with delight, when you were met with a big kitchen before you.

Luckily, windows were installed into the walls, so natural daylight shined through, lighting up the big kitchen, which to your disappointment seemed to be almost emptied of all eatable things.

Your belly growled angrily, as you began to sulk, desperately going through empty cabinets and closets. Suddenly, a big barrel cut your eyes, and you internally prayed that just the smallest crumbs of something worth eating would be stored in there.

You quickly ripped the lid off, only to take a few steps back in horror. The barrel was filled to the brim, with something way worse than you could imagine, at was filled with red, metallic smelling blood. You dropped the lid, with a loud thud, echoing through the halls of the empty kitchen.

You suddenly felt sick, thinking about how much blood was in there, and how many people that must have died to fill it. You could have been one of those people. Suddenly, the idea of coming here didn’t seem so good, now that you knew you could be turned into a barrel filled with blood at any moment.

“Why can’t the brat get it himself?”

A deep, unfamiliar voice suddenly ripped through the silent, making you freeze in your spot and your heart race in your throat.

“He’s sick, you know that,”

A second voice responded, and you quickly began to look around for a hiding place, putting the lid back on the barrel, eyes frantically scanning the place as voices and footsteps approached you.

“I know, but-“

The voice stopped abruptly, as both males reached the door, already unlocked, and instantly spotted you, trying to hide yourself inside a cabinet.

With big eyes, you stared at them, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, scared out of your mind, for what they would do. Maybe they were the reason you had to stay in the room, maybe they were dangerous? Your heart pumped in your chest, and you were sure that they both could here the blood splashing around inside your body.

One of them, the slightly taller one inhaled deeply, looking directly at you with a look that spiraled between intense hunger and confusion. You knew the game was over for you, and decided that if they were to kill you right here and now, you would at least crawl out from the cabin first.

“Taehyung, I know what you’re thinking, don’t,”

The other male, put his hand on Taehyung’s arm, sniffing around the room himself. You noticed how both of them got a strained look on their pale faces, looking like they were about to swallow everyone and everything whole.

They were wearing similar clothes, dark robes, also similar to what Seokjin had been wearing, both of them had jet black hair, the closer you got, the more you noticed the unmistakable beauty of both of them, skin just as white as Seokjin’s, your mouth suddenly went dry. They couldn’t be the other rulers Seokjin had told you about, could they? They sure did look like they both belonged on a throne, mighty and intimidating.

“She looks like a scared bunny,”

Taehyung mused, a dangerous grin stretching his plump looking lips, completely ignoring the other, taking a step forward, while you hesitantly took a step back.

“Who are you? And why are you here?”

The male you still didn’t know the name of, swallowed hard, taking a step towards you as well, before he spoke, eyes everting from you to glare at the barrel by your side instead.

“I-I’m (y/n), Seokjin brought me here,”

Your voice was just above a whisper, breath coming out short and laboured, as you felt the warmth from the one called Taehyung emit off of him and creep around you like a suffocating blanket, strangely he wasn’t cold as Seokjin but warm, even warmer than you.

Taehyung closed his eyes and let out a hum, gradually stepping closer to you, backing you up against to counter as the other male slowly followed.

“Shit, Taehyung we can’t- you can’t, she’s hyung’s,”

He swallowed harshly, making Taehyung groan, a sound that sent chills down your spine, as you felt his breath hit your face.

“Hyung can share, Hoseok. He shouldn’t be this selfish, locking her in a room, forgetting to pay proper attention to her,”

Taehyung snapped, fists curling around the counter on either side of you.

Hoseok, looked at you with hazy eyes, stepping up besides Taehyung and completely caging you against the counter.

“Poor little bunny, did Seokjin neglect you?”

Taehyung pouted af you, mockingly, a dangerous shine in his eyes, as he looked down at you, pupils blown wide.

You swallowed, looking away from Hoseok to stare up at Taehyung’s crimson orbs, and when he smiled again, you saw not only one, but two sets of fangs, he seemed a lot different from both Hoseok and Taehyung, but somehow still the same.

Suddenly, Taehyung leaned down, nosing viscously up and down the side of you neck where Seokjin at bit you, inhaling and exhaling deeply, pressing his body into yours.

He let out a loud groan into your neck, pressing a open mouthed kiss to your two wounds, making you slightly shudder, contemplating wether to push him away or pull him in.

“She smells so sweet, I bet she tastes even better,”

Taehyung drawled into your neck, as you shut your eyes tightly, and desperately tried not to enjoy the feeling of Taehyung’s lips on your neck, but holy hell, it was one of the best feeling you had ever expirenced.

Hoseok groaned loudly, somewhere behind you, sniffing the air close to you, licking his lips with a torn expression.

“T-Taehyung, we should stop, hyung’s going to kill us-“

Taehyung cut him off with a sharp growl into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss to your wound.

“I don’t care what hyung’s gonna do, just smell the air, she was made to be fed on by us,”

Taehyung whined, slowly straightening himself up, so he once again was on eyelevel with Hoseok. Silently, he took Hoseok’s hand and placed in over your two bite wounds, licking his lips viciously.

Hoseok groaned again, strained and torn, as he finally got a good glance at you. He felt bad for you, he really did, he wanted to help you out of here, or at least offer you some food, but the intense flames of lust swallowing him allowed him nothing, but to feed from you like he was meant to. He was meant to feed from you, and you were meant to be fed on.

“She smells too much like Seokjin,”

Hoseok finally complained, the torn expression long gone and replaced by the hunger of a beast.

“Let’s change that, yeah? She should smell like us, she were meant to be ours,”

Taehyung growled, and turned his lustful gaze towards you.

“Would you like that, bunny? Would you like to be properly fed on, and properly cared for? Would you like to smell like us, let everyone know who you belong to?”

Taehyung’s voice came out husky and even deeper and raspier than before, as his wide smile and intoxicating eyes filled your mind, and the only thing you could do was helplessly nod.

Seokjin wouldn’t mind, right? Like Taehyung said, he could share.

“I need you to say it bunny,”

Taehyung’s eyes were closed, brows furrowed as he desperately held himself back, and you swallowed again, hard, making eye contact with Hoseok and slowly nodding.

“Y-yes, I would like that,”

You breathed, and immediately, Taehyung grinned at you, lifting you up like you weighted nothing, and almost slamming you down on the counter, quickly stepping between your legs and grabbing your wrist.

Hoseok stepped closer from the other side, slowly sliding his long, cold fingers around your hips, gripping hard and kneading the flesh just above your bottom to hold you in place, as he began to kiss and suck on your neck like a man possessed, making a galaxy of purple and blue bruises appear.

You let out a little squeal, as Taehyung grabbed your wrist, and extended your arm, kissing all the way from the top to the bottom, leaving hot trails of salvia all the way down to your wrist.

Hoseok began to suckle particularly hard right where your neck meets your shoulder, and you had to fight the urge to moan at the sudden sensation, instead letting out a breathy whine, as he tilted your head a little to the side, sharp fangs poking your fragile skin.

Taehyung did the same with your wrist, tongue running all over before his two pairs of fangs sharpened, and he bit down, sinking his fangs into your wrist.

This time, the pain you were prepared for didn’t come, instead the sensation of blood flowing through you and into him filled you, making you let out a sudden moan at the surprising pleasureble sensation.

You felt Taehyung smirk as he sucked, groaning and panting like a animal, only spurring your quiet moaning on, as you lost yourself in the feeling of him.

That’s when Hoseok decided it was his turn, nosing up your neck, and planting hot, open mouthed kisses all the way down leaving a shiny path of salvia, and he finally bit down right at the base of your neck, making you cry out in pleasure, even surprising yourself by how loud you were.

His fangs sank in your neck smoothly, sinking as deep as they could, until his gums hit your neck, and you shuddered. You felt their salvia mix with your blood, as they lapped up everything they could, and you could almost feel how good you tasted on their tongue, how well they were being fed by you.

They continued to suck your life essence, only being spurred on by your small moans and whines, as you reached out to grab what you could; their hair, and slightly tucking, the pleasure almost overwhelming you.

They only stopped, when their cheeks were nice and round, and they both looked and felt well fed, more alive.

Hoseok was the first one to part from you, the feeling of his fangs sliding slowly out of the fresh made wound, making you cry out again, as he with half lidded eyelids and bloodstained lips, delicately curled his long fingers around your chin, turning your head to him and kissing you deeply.

The kiss took you by surprise, but not that you minded, instantly you let go of Taehyung’s hair to grip Hoseok’s hair tightly, and tugging him closer, closer, closer.

Hoseok’s soft tongue poked at your bottom lip, and you instantly opened up for him, tasting your own blood on his tongue, tasing how good you were for him, letting him feed on you. Unholy slurping noises escaped the both of you, and you moaned more and more into the kiss, forgetting that you were sitting with too vampires in a underground kitchen, in the middle of a land where humans like you would surely be eaten alive is anyone saw you.

“Hoseok,”

You whined, as he quickly parted from you, a string of salvia connecting the two of you, as he looked at you with a burning desire, igniting all sorts of flames in your lower belly, and you wanted more, more, more.

Taehyung, suddenly jealous with the attention you have Hoseok, parted from your wrist, as he began to abuse your neck with his rough kisses, biting, licking, sucking, making you moan out his name instead, as he reached down and wrapped your legs around his waist, hips pressing against yours.

Hoseok resumed kissing you, lips smoothly gliding over yours, swallowing every moan and noise you made, as Taehyung began to slowly, but harshly rut himself against your clothed heat.

First, you felt Taehyung’s hardness against your core, but then you began to feel Hoseok desperately rutting his own member against your other thigh, whines and groans leaving him.

You began to almost pant, thinking of how they might just take you right here, in the kitchen.

They seemed to both battle each other, who could get the loudest moans from you. When Hoseok had made you moan and whine, Taehyung went harder and faster with his hips making you cry out louder, and you were sure that by now, all residence of the house had heard you, but the three of you were too lost to really care at this point, only craving more, more, more.

Just as Taehyung began to lift up your many skirts, and feel up your legs, the door slammed against the wall, and both Hoseok and Taehyung hazely craned their necks back to see the interrupter, making you let out a whine of protest.

“Stop it, both of you,”

Seokjin’s sharp voice cut through the air, instantly making both boys straighten their posture, looking shamefully at the floor.

“I sent you to get blood for Jeongguk, and when you don’t return after almost thirty minutes I expect you to be hurt, or lost, but here you two idiots are, trying to shimmy your way into my bunny’s dress?”

He spat, full of venom, as he looked angrily at your almost fucked out expression, eyes glossy and hickeys littering your neck, and the little bit of exposed skin on your chest.

“Come on, Hyung! She smelled so good, we couldn’t resist, why can’t you just share?”

Taehyung whined, voice still thick with lust, as he now could smell both your blood and arousal, Seokjins nose flared.

“She’s my feeder, and you two dipshit’s nearly drained her, look at her,”

Seokjin gestured to you, even paler than before, due to the loss of blood.

“Not fair! You already drank from her yesterday, we’re hungry too hyung,”

Taehyung continued to whine, while Hoseok just stood there, already knowing from the start that he was gonna get in trouble.

“You know how it is, Taehyung, you’re better off with animal blood, she’s my only feeding source,”

Seokjin sounded more tired than angry now, bags under his eyes that definitely weren’t there yesterday.

“But hyung-“

Taehyung protested, but was quickly cut off by Seokjin.

“Enough. Go to your rooms, both of you. I’ll send Namjoon or Yoongi to get you later,”

Seokjin turned to you, both boys angrily stomping out the door, and you swallowed, prepared for what was about to come.

“And as for you, didn’t I tell you to stay in my room?”

He asked, voice cold and eyes hard as he looked at you, like you were a ruined toy, stepping closer, taking the spot between your legs were Taehyung once stood.

You nodded, slowly.

“Y-yes, sorry, I-“

“Spare me your apology, there’s a meal waiting for you back in my room, I’ll escort you this time, make sure you don’t run in to anyone else.”

He replied coolly, wrapping his arm tightly and forcefully around you waist, hoisting you down from the counter, and setting a quick pace, which you almost had to run to follow along with, his arm never leaving your waist as the two of you made your way upstairs to his room.

..to be continued

[minah-delacroix]

At any price (Part VII)

Universe: Dynasty AU

Characters: Minah, Tyler, Daniel (briefly)

Word count: 2,1 k

Addiction

Tyler and Minah are like a drug to each other. As days pass by what was initially meant to be some sort of ridiculous ploy to get over Sungjae soon becomes something Minah loses control over and almost tastes like an addiction. Somewhere between their unspoken agreement and sex by a pool, whatever it is they have has sent Minah’s judgment flying out the window. The smug smirk plastered on Tyler’s face every time she pronounces his name, suggests he’s fully aware of it and enjoys the power he holds over her. Under normal circumstances, Minah would’ve been mortified, but given the fact she wants to keep Sungjae off her mind, she doesn’t care as long as her nights —and days— are spent with her body pressed against Tyler’s, having fun between the sheets of his canopy bed. Or on top of his mahogany desk. Or hers.

Today it’s the sofa in their office; a purchase Tyler had deemed unnecessary, but that now seems useful as he lays shirtless on it, arms up under his head. Amused, the man follows Minah’s attempts to cover the marks on her neck with a one-of-a-kind ‘Jeu des Omnibus et Dames Blanches’ carré Hermès that he managed to snatch from a private collector, a first edition as rare as Minah herself.

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving already” Tyler sits up, his voice laced with an evident intention that turns even more obvious as he slides to Minah’s side, his lips tracing kisses along her clavicle.

Minah can guess what he wants without even looking at him.

Over the past months working together and a couple of weeks sleeping with him, Minah has learned that Tyler Lee likes grand gestures and despises dullness. The fact she has a ten thousand euro worth piece of silk wrapped around her neck to hide the love bites he left on her skin it’s a testament to it. It is as arousing as it is embarrassing, so she tries to stop Tyler’s attempts to untie the scarf, but she knows she’s fighting a lost battle because there’s not ever a time Tyler lets her go without a second round. And for that, lately, she’s as thankful as she’s equally exhausted  —or at least Enzo has pointed out so every time they meet for lunch—.

“Did you read our end-year report?” Minah questions, pushing Tyler’s head gently and looking at him in the eyes. He clicks his tongue, but can’t even begin to get mad at her because there’s an angelic aura of sexual afterglow surrounding Minah that distracts him from reality and the fact she’s glaring at him.

Ignoring the small dent between her brows, he reaches over and plants a sloppy kiss on Minah’s lips,

“I should’ve learned it by now” he laughs when Minah breaks the kiss and starts fastening her Kiki de Montparnasse corset “Discussing business is your version of an after-sex cigarette” Minah gives Tyler that faint half deprecatory, half seductive smile she is so good at and shakes her head “But I’ll give you some credit, at least you’ve moved past the this-is-the-last-time-we-do-it speech” Tyler teases, pulling her into his lap and lowering his head to hers.

“No, this really is the last time” Minah whines, but it is evident her words are empty because her body instinctively responds to his lingering touches “I don’t want people thinking we’re doing business together because we share a bed”

“You mean a couch” Tyler corrects “Or a desk, or the bar” he continues, giving Minah soft pecks on the cheeks “The only time we leave this office is to do it on the balcony or home”

“Well, had you read the report, you’d understand why.” Minah knows she’ll have her legs wrapped around Tyler in a few minutes without much effort on his part, but she still attempts to direct Tyler’s attention to the problem at hand. “Our company isn’t as profitable yet” Minah rolls her eyes when Tyler starts kissing her neck again and unclasping her corset “And this is not exactly helping-” she groans.

“Now, isn’t it?” A cocky grin stretches out on Tyler’s face when Minah shifts under him.

Minah still wants to protests, but she gives in once again, mentally scolding herself for allowing Tyler to get away with it every single time.

Foreign territory

An hour or so later Tyler slips a black turtleneck sweater over his head. Across the room, Minah buttons a silk transparent blouse that allows the corset underneath to flaunt her perfect figure. A strategic choice that had a lot to do with Tyler and little with the fact she had been summoned to Delacroix Manor for, in the words of her aunt Valerie, another meeting revolving around the preservation of Delacroix Corp and the family —which Minah had pointed out was basically the same thing.

“So, the end-year report,” Minah says without preamble. She struggles again trying to find the perfect way to tie her silk scarf and effectively hide the hickeys on her neck, which amuses Tyler enough to make him chuckle.

“You know we’ve been on the market less than a year, it was expected we ended the year like this” Though Tyler’s face suddenly turns serious, Minah still can detect a double sense to his words, especially because he’s buckling his belt as he speaks.

“And when do I ever settle for the expected?” Minah pouts ever so slightly.

Tyler is about to reply with some witty comeback, the kind he’s so good at making and he doesn’t even have to think of because it just slips past his lips naturally, but he’s interrupted by his phone pinging somewhere in the office. He stands up and scrambles to find it only to realize it’s still in his suit blazer. He practically jogs to get his Tom Ford jacket from the back of his chair and his face contorts in something akin to unhappiness when he finally inspects whatever it is he’s received.

Minah looks at him concerned.

“What’s wrong? Did Harrods ran out of turtlenecks again?” Minah tries to joke, walking up to him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

Tyler shakes his head. His expression is bitter and if she didn’t know better, Minah would assume Tyler looks hurt.

“It’s Tara, she’s bailing on me for Christmas to spend time with Yang and his family” He informs with a somber expression, throwing his phone onto his chair mindlessly.

“Well, it’s only fair, after you ditched her on your birthday for that mystery woman” Minah still recalls how angry Tara seemed after finding out Tyler was seen sailing in a private yacht in the Galapagos after ditching a party she prepared for weeks. It was back when Tyler and Minah were planning the launch of Envoûté and she still lived in her family’s home.  She can also remember Tyler being super secretive about it and Tara ignoring him for weeks after the incident. Thinking about  the whole situation suddenly makes her curious, so she ventures to ask “So, who is she?” Minah moves slyly to face Tyler “Name, age, weight?”

He only laughs and shakes his head

“Oh, come on, Lee, you know about my past” Minah pouts “Why can’t I know about yours?”

Tyler shrugs and Minah doesn’t insist. She’s learned to recognize some boundaries between them and this time his lips appear sealed on the topic, so she walks back to her desk to pick her purse and pulls a Dior 5 Couleurs Eyeshadow Palette and her YSL lipstick from it. She retouches her makeup without even sparing a single glance at Tyler.

Then, out of a sudden, he clears his throat

“There was never another woman, Minah,” He says, simply. The revelation forces Minah to stop smacking her lips together and turn to look at him with a raised brow. “I was visiting my dad.”

To understand the weight of Tyler’s words one must know that Mr. Lee, once upon a time one of the greatest politicians in Asia and formerly one of the richest men on the planet had been sentenced to 8 years in prison for embezzlement, bribery, and corruption. It had been so shameful for Tyler’s mother that she’d ran away with Tara and Tyler back to her parents’ home in London and never looked back. Ever since talking about their father was taboo for the Lee siblings.

“I thought you’d cut ties with him,” Minah says after an uncomfortable silence settles between them, making Minah wonder if she’s ventured way too far into foreign territory. Even if they’re business partners and as of recently “more than friends”, the whole oversharing family secrets seems a bit too personal for her liking. Tyler seems to think the same judging by the way he keeps his answer curt and free of any further detail.

“I am trying to fix it” Tyler tries to appear nonchalant as he walks toward Minah, “And because of that, Tara is giving me the cold shoulder” he adds, closing the distance between them and sliding his hands down Minah’s back.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Minah says cupping his face with both hands, she almost seems ready to coo at him and how cute he looks when he’s sulking “I hope she comes around,” she says, letting her hands fall to rest on his chest.

“It’s just as likely as you getting the company out the red” Tyler presses a soft peck on the tip of Minah’s nose and she automatically scrunches it up as though he’s done something disgusting, but it’s actually the realization of how domestic and couple-like they are acting at the moment what makes her react that way.

“This is a season for miracles,” she says, pulling away from Tyler, at the very last second, before his lips come into contact with hers.

“And sorry, but I have to go see my grandparents. They want to negotiate my return to their home” Minah says, briefly picking her coat, her purse, and rushing to the door, leaving a very confused Tyler behind.

Festive spirit

When Minah arrives at Delacroix Manor, her grandparents, aunts, and Suho are waiting by the door, looking nothing less than picture-perfect. So much that the image almost seems fake and makes Minah wish she’d stayed with Tyler instead. They’re all wearing matching festive colors, so although she’s not the slightest bit surprised —after all it’s nearly Christmas— Minah’s outfit clashes with the rest of her family members.

“Intervention or surprise party?” Minah inquires as she climbs the last stairs and finds herself face to face with her grandfather.

“Welcome back, actually,” Her grandmother says, her face not really showing any hint of emotion that allows Minah to discover whether her presence is appreciated or not.

"And not for you” Aunt Valerie adds apologetically.

“Thank God, I was afraid I had to act grateful” Minah walks past her family, ignoring whoever spoke to inform her that  Gabe was returning to the Manor after a short “business” trip Minah knew had to do a lot with his latest scandal and very little with Delacroix Corp.

“Minah” The Delacroix patriarch calls before she manages to sneak inside the manor “Best behavior”

It’s probably the Christmas spirit or the fact Tyler exhausted her too much to complain, but Minah only rolls eyes and takes her spot beside Suho as her brain formulates intricate plans to go back to the Lee Manor before Tara leaves for that college reunion she had scheduled. She thinks she might've found the perfect Christmas gift for the Lee siblings.

However, Minah doesn’t make it to Lee Manor that night because both Suho and her finally get those apologies they’d been expecting, and with her thoughts clouded by the emotive moment, she agrees to move back to the manor, even if it’s just for the holidays. It’s a start and everybody seems happy with that. Even Minah’s grandparents.

That’s why the next morning Daniel Choi parks Tara’s Mercedes S-Class in front of a row of topiaries by the entrance of Delacroix Manor. He can't quite believe he allowed Tyler to convince him of joining Tara —who's maneuvering out of the car holding a heavy bowling bag— and Minah in whatever ridiculous activity they were planning for the day, so he curses his best friend silently as he steps out of the car. It’s the third time in a row that Tyler stands him up and he’s beginning to feel it’s about time he packs his bags and goes back to New York.

“Or probably not” Daniel says, noticing that cutie from the other day—Seokjae or whatever his name is— walking in their direction.

...

[darkfairy-tales]

100 Degrees

[Song recommendation Way Back Home and Euphoria]

Chapter Two

Dinner was filled with sneaky glances and shy smiles. After dinner Hongjoong and Yunho goes to their own room. Hongjoong laid on the bed with a silly smile. 'Does he like me?' he thinks to himself squealing with his hand pressed on his mouth trying not to make too much sound, a deep blush on his face. It was past 11:30pm yet he couldn't sleep, his mind filling up with thoughts of Yunho. There was a soft knock on the door. Hongjoong sits up wondering who it might be. He hesitates a little but opens the doors slowly. Yunho peeks his head in. "I can't sleep." He says with a goofy smile. "Even I can't." Hongjoong says ruffling his hair. He turned around trying to walk away but the taller grabbed his hand pulling him backwards.

Hongjoong breath hitched when Yunho's arms wrapped around his waist. His back against the taller's chest. "Did you really really mean it? When you said you wouldn't mind dating me." Yunho asked. "Yes. I meant it." Hongjoong answers, his heat hammering against his chest at how close he was to the taller. "I would like to date you too. You are different. From others. You make my heart beat fast and make me crave for your attention." Yunho says turning Hongjoong around making the smaller male face him. Hongjoong looked up at him with doe eyes. "You are also the first person to make my heart beat so fast." The smaller says as he wrapped his arms around Yunho leaning against the taller guy. "I am surprised you don't have a lover already." Yunho laughs lightly. "Why? It is not like I am some beauty who has everyone falling in love with me." Hongjoong snorted. "You are really cute. Kind. Outgoing. Friendly. I think many might have fallen for you. Maybe you didn't noticed." Yunho says giving Hongjoong a toothy smile.

"You are handsome too Yunho-ssi. If I didn't knew better I would have thought you had girls and boys running after you." Hongjoong sassed. "Hmm actually I do. But my heart doesn't beat fast for just anyone." Yunho said smiling cockily. "You are so cocky." Hongjoong tsked smacking the taller's arm lightly. "Anyway want to watch a movie or so?" Hongjoong asked. "Right now?" Yunho asked uncertain. "Come on. Let's watch on my phone." Hongjoong says pulling the taller boy up on the bed. They laid beside each other as Hongjoong turned his phone one. Opening the app where he usually watches his drama. "Which one do you want to watch?" Hongjoong asked showing the variety of dramas to Hongjoong. "This one." Yunho says pointing to one of the drama shown on the screen. "Crash Landing On You? Nice choice." Hongjoong said tapping on the drama, starting it. Both falling asleep after they the 5th episode. Yunho had his arms around the smaller as they both slept away.

[The Next Day]

"How long are we going to have to walk?" Hongjoong asks looking at the taller. "Just a bit more. We are about to reach there. Trust me. You are going to like it. It is a beautiful hidden spot. Not many knows about it." Yunho says leading him to a small path which led to God knows where. "Are you sure? You are not going to kill me right?" Hongjoong asks jokingly. The taller turning around flicking his head. "Stupid. Why would I?" Yunho asked with a raised eyebrow. The smaller shrugging. After five more minutes they came to a small opening. Hongjoong was awestruck at the sight that greeted him. The opening had a beautiful lake with clear water. And the opening itself was filled with different types of flowers blooming. "HOW DID YOU FIND THIS PLACE!?" Hongjoong asked loudly, excited and surprised. "Just.. I don't know to be honest. I was just walking around and I stumbled into this place by mistake." Yunho answered shrugging.

"You are the best!" Hongjoong said giving thumbs up making Yunho shy. "You are the best here. And so small." Yunho said laughing loudly making Hongjoong glare at him. "I will bite you." The smaller threatened. "Catch me first." Yunho teased poking his tongue out running away. Hongjoong laughed as he chased the taller around. After 15 minutes of running around Hongjoong finally caught Yunho, using some tricks. Yunho complaining about how it was cheating as the smaller bit his shoulder lightly making him yelp. Tired, both of them laid down on the grass not really caring about the dirt. "Do you bite everyone like that?" Yunho asked snorting. "Nope I only bite special people." Hongjoong answered turning his head towards Yunho with a sheepish smile. "What about you? Have you brought other people here?" He asked. "Nope. I only bring special people. You are the first." Yunho says looking at Hongjoong. Their eyes meeting.

Hongjoong rolled over Yunho, straddling the taller. "You are so cheesy." He mumbles. "You are cheesy too." Yunho says pulling Hongjoong down. Their faces an inch away. The smaller's face was flushed at the close proximity. "You are special. Never thought I would fall for the boy who was coming to stay with us. But here we are." Yunho says as he leans up closing the gap, his lips touching Hongjoong's. They kissed softly not caring if anyone sees or not, pulling away after a while. "I might get addicted to you." Hongjoong says looking at Yunho's eyes and then leaning down to connect their lips again. They hearts beating in sync as the love between them bloomed more and more with each passing time.

After spending some time together sharing old stories of themselves, laughing and sharing kisses they were ready to head back home. Hongjoong had a faint red hickey on his neck, courtesy of Yunho, at the end of their hangout. They walked back home hand in hand. "6 days more. And I will have to go back." Hongjoong says sighing as his heart broke at the thought. Will he see Yunho ever after he goes back? Or will they break up? Will they be able to talk to each other after that? The thought making him feel bad. Yunho stopped walking, pulling the snaller back and turning him around, hugging the smaller male. "I would still love you. I will come after you. Even if you are gone." Yunho says. "Promise?" Hongjoong asks in a small voice, tears welling up his eyes. "Promise." Yunho assured. "For now. We are going to have lots of fun times and dates. We are going to make lots of memories together and 6 days." The taller says pulling away from the hug and then leaning down to peck Hongjoong's lips lovingly. "I would love that." Hongjoong says smiling, his eyes still a bit teary as they continued to walk back towards Yunho's home.

[The Next Day: Day 1]

Hongjoong and Yunho found themselves in a fun fair the next day at around 3pm. The fun fair wasn't as big as the ones in the city but it was fine and looked enjoyable. The whole place was filled with music, the bright and beautiful fairy lights decorated the whole area. There were game stalls. Food stalls. And small shops selling different things. "What do you want to do first?" Yunho asked holding Hongjoong's hands. The smaller looks around. "Let's do that!" Hongjoong says excitedly. The taller followed his line of sight and realized Hongjoong wanted to try a shop. Yunho smiled pulling them towards the shop. "What can I get for you lovely kids?" A middle aged man, the shop owner, asked. "Can I see some of those charm bracelets?" Hongjoong asked excitedly. The man nodded as he pulled out some bracelets of different designs. "We will take this one!" Hongjoong squealed as he quickly chose a couple bracelet which had silver star designs on it. "Good choice. Young couple I see. It's so nice to see young couple. It's so rare to see young couples here." The man says chuckling. Hongjoong was about to pay for the bracelet but the man stopped him. "You two are the first couple coming here today. And a cute one at that. So I will give it to you for free. You two remind me of my old days." The man says. "Are you sure uncle?" Hongjoong asked frowning a bit, smiling when the man nodded. "Thank you! We really appreciate it." Yunho says bowing to the older man. "Go along and enjoy your date kids." The man says laughing.

Hongjoong and Yunho walked away from the shop after thanking the shop owner once again. "Wait." Hongjoong says as he pulled out the bracelet. Putting one around Yunho's wrist. "There. It looks pretty." He says satisfied with his choice. Yunho took the other one and put it around Hongjoong's wrist. "There. It looks even cuter now." He says sheepishly. "You are so cheesy. But I dont mind." Hongjoong said smiling contently. "Let's go get some food now." Yunho says as he led the smaller towards the food stalls. "A medium bowl of Tteokbeokki please! We will share." Yunho says. "Are you sure we can finish it all? The bowl is medium but it is really big." Hongjoong asked raising his eyebrow. "Just try this. It is so good. You are going to love it." Yunho says confidently. Their order arrived with two pair of chopsticks. They sat down around one the tables the shop had set up. "Try it." Yunho says giving Hongjoong his chopstick. The smaller try it. His face brightened up almost instantly. "Wow this is so good. It's spicy but not too spicy." Hongjoong says. Yunho laughed as they ate together.

After they were done, they got cotton candy from the next stall. Yunho then got a small necklace with hour glass charm for Hongjoong.l from another shop. "When you look at the hourglass charm you can remember me and the memories we have made." Yunho had said as he put the necklace around the smaller's neck. "You are making me emotional here." Hongjoong complained making the taller laugh. They went to ride the ferris wheel together after that. After they were done exploring the fun fair and taking lots of photos together it was already 6:30 pm. So they went back home. Yunho's mother was the one who greeted them. "Had fun on your date?" Mrs.Jeong had asked teasingly. Hongjoong blushed beside Yunho. While Yunho whined about how it was not a date trying to escape his mother's teasing. "Uh-huh. I am your mother honey. I know when you are in love." Mrs.Jeong said making Yunho shut up. "We are going to our room now. Bye mom. Goodnight." He said as he dragged Hongjoong up along with him.

They went to their own room. Hongjoong changed his clothes quickly. Laying on the bed sighing contently. He pulled his phone out checking all the pictures he had taken with Yunho. His heart content. The door opened and Yunho slipped in. "I hope you enjoyed our date today." The taller said a bit shy. "I enjoyed it. A lot. Being with you makes everything enjoyable." Hongjoong says as he stood up walking towards the taller and hugging him. "I am glad your parents had to go abroad. I wouldn't have met you if they didn't had to go abroad." Yunho says jokingly. "I am glad too. I am really happy that I met you." Hongjoong said pulling away from the hug. He pulled the taller down by his nape connecting their lips. They kissed holding each other close. They spent the remaiining night sharing kisses and hugs. Lost in the world of their own.

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[i-went-to-a-cuddle-party-once]

A Halloween teen Maljay/Brandasara fic!

Only vaguely edited.

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃🎃🎃

"We're invited to a Halloween Party!" Vijay burst into their shared dorm, sweaty, a huge smile on his face. 

"How was soccer practice," Malcolm replied, not looking up and turning a page of the book he was only half reading. 

Vijay took his shirt off, wiping his sweat off, and tossed it to the side. Malcolm finally closed his book, not so subtly eyeing his boyfriend. Vijay gave him a quick peck before flopping onto the couch beside him. 

"You're not even a little excited to be invited?" He asked.

Malcolm thought back to the last party he had been invited to. He was eleven and when they looked up the address they found it was to a dump. He could still see the malice in the eyes of his classmates the next day at school when they asked him if he'd had fun. 

"No. I don't go to parties." He replied stiffly, shaking the memory from his mind. 

"It'll be different," Vijay laid his head on Malcolm's lap, looking at him softly. "I won't let anything bad happen. And if it's too much we can leave, I promise." He fluttered his eyelashes and Malcolm couldn't help but smile. 

"Fine," he threw his head back, closing his eyes to avoid agreeing to anything else. "I'll go but I am not dressing up." 

…

Half the school, along with half the girls from their sister school, had been invited to the party. It made him slightly more on edge and anxious than usual. 

He was at the library waiting for Vijay to find a book when someone walked past, nearly knocking him over when they shoulder checked him. 

"Heard you'll be at the party tomorrow Whitly." The voice made his skin crawl. 

Once upon a time he and Ben had been friends. His mother still had pictures of them playing with the sandy blonde haired boy. He remembered the sleepovers and the jokes shared. Things had changed overnight when his father was arrested. 

"I think you'll like my costume." His smile didn't reach his eyes and Malcolm wondered what joy Ben gained from being an utter asshole twenty-four seven. 

Vijay turned the corner, a pile of books in hand, in time to see Ben walking away. 

"You okay?" He asked. 

"Yeah, fine. Let's get out of here."

…

He adjusted his cravat in the mirror. After a few days of bemoaning the idea of wearing a costume he'd finally given in as long as it was something simple.  He gave himself another look over in the mirror. They'd decided on regency era vampires. Not exactly simple but he had to admit it wasn't an entirely bad look on him. Or Vijay. 

His boyfriend stood behind him, wrapping his arms around him and kissing at what little skin wasn't covered by the cravat. 

Malcolm sighed. "Can't we just stay here and do this instead?"

"We can do plenty of that after the party. Now are you ready to go? It's getting late" 

Malcolm rolled his eyes, grabbing his phone and wallet on their way out. 

…

He could hear the music before they'd even stepped out of the car and could feel it in his chest by the time they got to the door. 

Vijay slipped his hand into Malcolm's. "We can leave if it's too much." 

Malcolm forced a tight smile. "We're here now. Let's go in." 

The house was packed. He had expected teenagers from at least two schools but there were far more unfamiliar faces than that. It was nice in a way. A certain amount of anonymity came with a crowd. He relaxed, dropping his guard just a bit. 

They walked from room to room. There was food, all displayed in some ghoulish form or another. There was alcohol of course but not that many people seemed to be drunk yet. The night was young and there was still plenty enough time for that. Vijay's stomach growled and Malcolm laughed. 

"It's okay, you can grab something. I'll be alright." 

Vijay gave him a quick kiss before weaving his way through the crowd. He watched him grab a plate and begin piling food on it. He felt guilty sometimes. Vijay deserved this, he was a social person. It wasn't fair for him to be cooped up all the time because of him. 

There was a lull in the music and he saw something- well, someone- that caught his eye. He knew what the costume was the second Ben came fully into his line of sight. A doctor's coat, slacks, curly brown wig, syringe in hand. His worst nightmare, his greatest fear, his father the infamous serial killer, The Surgeon. 

"So what do you think Whitly? Remind you of anyone?" A cocky smile was plastered on the teens face. 

Malcolm's hands were clenched into tight fists. He ground his teeth. Don't do anything stupid. He's trying to egg you on. Just let it go. 

"I think I got his look down. Well, not what he looks like now. How does he look by the way? I heard you still visit him in the madhouse? Do you have a room ready for you already?"

They had a small crowd growing around them. He wasn't going to give them a show. He wasn't going to yell, or fight. He was outnumbered anyway, Ben traveled in a pack. A trio of boys that made it their life's goal to make sure Malcolm knew how much he was despised. The dim light of the room hid their positions in the growing crowd but he knew they were there waiting to jump on him at any moment. 

"Nothing to say?" 

Malcolm blinked, feeling like he was seeing double. On one side there was Ben in his costume and on the other his father was smiling down at him. He didn't belong here. How did he convince himself that this could possibly be anything other than a disaster. The taste of bile rose in his mouth and he shrank into himself. He didn't. This is why he avoided parties, why avoided people. 

What he hadn't expected was for Vijay to throw the first punch. He hadn't noticed him until his fist made direct contact with Ben's face, knocking him to the floor, his wig comically flopping beside him. 

"The fuck is wrong with you, asshole!" Vijay shouted. "We all know mommy didn't give you enough attention and you'll do anything for your five minutes but seriously, even for you this is in bad taste." 

Ben's buddies made a half hearted grab at Vijay and he struggled from their grip. This wasn't going according to plan and they didn't seem to know if they should be punching him or not.

"It is a pretty tasteless costume," a girl Malcolm didn't know commented. 

"Yeah, like, my aunt's best friend knew someone who was killed. Too soon man." Someone else chimed in. 

Ben licked the blood off his lip, "oh so you're going to side with the freak?"

"Hey man, I'm not siding with anyone. I'm just saying it's a stupid costume." 

Vijay leaned over, to anyone else it looked like he was adjusting his costume but Malcolm saw him slyly picking something up off the floor. "Let's get out of here."

They walked hand in hand, Vijay staring down anyone who looked their way. 

"I'm sorry." His voice wavered. "I'm sorry I ruin everything."

"Malcolm, baby boy," he wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight, grounding him, "it's not your fault people are assholes. Plus, we can still have some fun." He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. 

"Who's keys are those?"

"They're Ben's, they flew out of his pocket when I clocked him."

"And what exactly are we going to do with those?"

"We're going to key his fuckin' car with them and then throw them in the river." Malcolm stood on his tip toes and kissed his boyfriend, the man that knew him so very well. 

…

They were in a cab making their way back to campus. 

"I'm sorry our first big holiday together was a bust."

Malcolm turned from the window to look at Vijay's face. "What?" 

The taller boy reached for his hand and wound their fingers together. "I just wanted to do something different. Something special. To- I dunno- to prove to you that things are different now. I won't let anyone hurt you and you're allowed to go out and have fun." 

He had spent the week thinking this entire charade was a bit selfish. Vijay knew he didn't like big crowds or loud music. That he had enough real horror in his life to last him a lifetime. His heart broke a little at the thought of his kind hearted and maybe a little naive boyfriend planning the whole evening out for him. He just wanted one night for Malcolm to feel like a regular teenager and it had almost instantly been ruined. He brought Vijay's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. 

"Y'know, I did have fun. It's not every day you get to key someone's car with their own keys." They laughed together. 

Malcolm's phone buzzed. He checked the screen, a text from Gil. 

"Hey, Gil just got back from taking Ainsley out trick or treating and Jackie made carne asada and homemade tortillas. I know it's not exactly the party we planned for but-" 

"It sounds perfect." 

He tapped the shoulder of their taxi driver and gave him the address. 

…

They sat around the kitchen table, yawning and wiping the sleep from their eyes while Jackie and Gil made breakfast. 

"Oooooh, Malcolm has a hickey!" Ainsley squealed! 

"It's not a hickey," he glanced at Vijay, blushing, "I had a run in with a vampire."

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Will You Give Me Shelter Part Six

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Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader x Annie Weying

Rated: T (for now; will go up later, probably?)

Notes: Not Beta-Read.  1 light swear

Summary: After that dinner, my relationship with Eddie was better than it had ever been. In the weeks following, Annie and I had started texting daily (which started with an adorably devious ‘I got your number from Eddie’s phone >:)’ ). 

“You two are killing me.” Annie sounded equally amused and bored. I glanced away from my screen, smiling to see her leaning back in Eddie’s usual chair, her arm thrown over the back, head propped on her hand.

“She’s killing you, babe, not me,” Eddie said from where he’d taken to pacing in front of my desk.

“No. No, it’s definitely both of you,” Annie said.  

After that dinner, my relationship with Eddie was better than it had ever been. In the weeks following, Annie and I had started texting daily (which started with an adorably devious ‘I got your number from Eddie’s phone >:)’ ). Neither Eddie nor I brought the incident in the front-hall up, either. Maybe he’d had more to drink than I’d thought and didn’t remember. What was more likely, though, was that we had mutually silently agreed to never bring it up.

I often found myself thinking about it, but I tried not to dwell on it for too long. I liked working with and being around Eddie too much to jeopardize our relationship, and I had never gotten so close to anyone in such a short period of time as I had to Annie.

The truth was, beyond the near-kiss with Eddie, I sometimes thought that Annie was flirting with me.

That made me feel stupid. There was no rhyme or reason as to why she’d be flirting. She had Eddie. And while she had casually dropped into one of our recent conversations that she had dated women in the past, I was sure it didn’t mean anything. I took it as a sign that I had been out of the dating game for too long, and was perceiving the most innocent of comments as something they weren’t.

They had missed their dinner reservation that night-- Annie had been called back to the firm only a few minutes after she’d left, and Eddie had stayed behind to work a little longer. By the time Annie made it to the office, Eddie and I had ordered takeout for the three of us.

It had been almost two hours since then. Annie’s coat had come off, and I’d found out that it was basically twice as attractive to watch women roll their sleeves up as it was to watch a man do it.

“It’s her, I promise,” Eddie said, rounding the desk to crouch behind Annie’s chair and rest his chin on her shoulder.

“Obviously Alvarez hadn’t been expecting the defendant come right out and say that. That clearly wasn’t part of their game plan.” I shook my head, turning back and crossing my arms.

“A good lawyer doesn’t ask a question that they don’t already know the answer to. So either he’s a shitty lawyer or he’s playing up his reaction for effect,” I argued.

“She’s right,” Annie piped up. I smiled at her, mouthing my thanks. My smile widened when she winked at me.

“Oh, no. I can’t have you two ganging up on me,” Eddie whined.

“Now who’s playing up his reaction for effect,” Annie said, lightly flicking the top of Eddie’s head.

——————

“You should come over for brunch this weekend,” Annie said, looping her arm through mine as we headed out of the building. I frowned a little.

“I can’t this weekend.” Annie pouted, and I spotted Eddie’s hand giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Next weekend?” He asked. I nodded, smiling.

“Sounds good.” We said our goodbyes and I turned down the block as the two of them got on Eddie’s motorcycle.

——————

“Another date? What has gotten into you?” Maddy asked, impressed, watching me rifle through my closet. I glanced back at her. I hadn’t told her that last time hadn’t been anything of the sort but felt like at this point, it was too late.

This time, however, it really was a date.

After dinner at Eddie and Annie’s, between Annie’s albeit light interrogation and the stupid thing I’d almost done, I’d made the decision to sign up for a few dating apps.

I hadn’t spoken with most of the people I’d matched with, but most of the ones I had spoken to had either only wanted to hook-up or had barely gotten beyond the small-talk phase.

“So how long have you been talking to this guy anyway?” Maddie asked.

“A couple of weeks. We got coffee last week— I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you getting all excited,” I added quickly. Maddy narrowed her eyes at me.

“Tell me he’s cute, at least. Was he one of my picks?”

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, pulling up Mark’s profile and passing the phone to her. Her irritated gaze disappeared fairly quickly at his profile.

“He’s hot.” I rolled my eyes at her tone.

“What, you don’t think I can pull that kind of action down?” I asked, glancing back at her.

“Oh, you obviously can, this is the proof, wow.” I snorted, pulling a summer dress out of the closet and holding it up to myself, biting my lip. “So did that last date not go anywhere?” Maddy asked. I could feel her watching my face in the mirror, and I was careful not to let my face fall. “Nope. Didn’t go anywhere.”

——————

“Good, you’re up.”

I blinked tiredly, rubbing my eyes.

“Eddie? It’s like two in the morning,” I mumbled, glancing at the clock on the bedside table.

“I need you to come in. Like, now.”

“To work?”

“Yeah. I’m already here. And I have coffee and bagels.”

“Where the hell did you get a bagel at 2 AM?”

“We can talk about that later.” He paused.

“I know, I’m asking a huge favor, but just— come on, this is big.”

I groaned, running my hand through my hair.

“Okay. Okay okay, I’m on my way.” I hung up before he could thank me.

“You okay?” I glanced behind me, smiling a little to see Mark rolling onto his side.

“Got called into work,” I said.

“Well, hey, if you don’t want sleepover, just say so.” I smiled, leaning down and pecking his lips before I got up to hunt for my clothes.

——————

I probably looked like hell, and like I wanted to kill him, but Eddie smiled when he saw me nonetheless.

“One of the overnighters couldn’t handle this?” I asked, sliding into my seat and waiting for my equipment to boot up.

“Not the way I’d want and you know it,” Eddie said, already in his usual spot. I rested my chin on my hand, closing my eyes briefly as opening them again when I felt the coldness of my monitor light flicker on. I sighed, pushing my hair back from my face. I wordlessly held my hand out for Eddie’s drive but got nothing.

I turned my head, brows raising when I saw him staring at me.

“What?” I asked. He cleared his throat.

“You’re uh— I’ve never seen you in glasses before,” he commented.

“Contacts are tricky at 2 AM,” I said.

“And you have a hickey,” he added. I felt myself flush, fighting the urge to reach up and cover it with my hand. What good would that do? He’d already seen it.

“You gonna give me the footage or what?”

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie patted his pockets down before finally locating it and handing it over.

I worked almost on autopilot, letting Eddie tell me what and where to cut. By the time I was really waking up, I realized what it was: a ride along for the capture of Evan Smithson, a man that had escaped prison nearly a month ago.

It was like he’d been waiting for me to realize, and when I turned to him wide-eyed, he was grinning.

“I know,” he said. He slid his arm around my chair, turning us back toward the screen.

“Come on, we need this ready by six and we’re almost done.”

——————

The news of Smithson’s capture was splashed across every major paper and news outlet by ten that morning, but we had gotten it out first. I didn’t even bother asking Eddie who he’d gotten in good with to be allowed to tail them.

Lewis had been so pleased with our work that he’d given the both of us the rest of the day, and Eddie and I had packed up faster than ever before.

I was more than a little clumsy in my sleepiness, but Eddie was as sure-footed as ever. I’d nearly spilled an entire cup of cold coffee on my editing bay, but Eddie had caught it, righting it before any more than a few drops could hit the desk.

“Turn off the fucking sun,” I grumbled as we stepped outside. Eddie snorted, arm sliding around my shoulder and drawing me a little closer as we walked. In another circumstance, I might’ve pulled away or brushed him off, but I was too tired to care.

“We gotta get you home before you totally pass out,” he said. I hummed, agreeing. He let go of me to hail a cab, and I leaned against his back as he flagged one down.

——————

“Up, come on.” I grunted as Eddie lightly shook me. I got out of the car, not bothering to fight him on paying the cab driver. I was surprised to find us outside his and Annie’s place.

“... this is not my house,” I said, watching him find his keys. He looked back at me.

“You know I think you’ve got the makings of an investigative reporter,” he grinned, “I couldn’t remember where you live. If you want I can call you a cab,” he added. I shrugged, stepping inside.

“Sure. I’m just gonna,” I let myself into the living room, sitting in the corner of their couch.

“‘M just gonna rest my eyes,” I mumbled, letting them close for a moment.

——————

“Oh, honey. Eddie really put you through the wringer, didn’t he,” I heard. I hummed, leaning up into the fingers brushing my hair away from my face.

“You with me?” The voice asked. I took a moment to process before I shook my head. I heard a chuckle.

“Alright. You go back to sleep.”

——————

“She up yet?” Eddie asked, setting his coffee mug down as Annie came in. She shook her head, sitting down across from him.

“Out like a light. She must not have been sleeping when you called her.”

“No, don’t think she was,” Eddie agreed. Annie’s lips twisted, remembering the bright hickey she’d spotted.

“Thought she wasn’t seeing anyone,” She said, glancing back into the living room.

“Maybe she wasn’t.”

“Maybe she still isn’t,” Annie offered, “I’ll ask.” Eddie shook his head.

“No reason for you to ask.”

“We’re friends. Friends talk about these things,” Annie said firmly.

“Well, just don’t talk about them when I’m in the room,” Eddie requested. Annie watched as he got up to put his mug in the sink.

“It could work, you know,” She murmured, and frowned as his shoulders went rigid.

“Just leave it alone, babe,” Eddie begged. He turned back to her, tipping her head up for a kiss.

“‘M gonna go get some sleep,” He said, giving her shoulder a squeeze before heading to their room. 

[sumigakure]

To: @will-zeke-thomson

From: @fullmetalruby / @pwnie3

Title: a refuge for my spirit’s sake

Rating: Teen

Wordcount: 3755

Prompt: Kiba Inuzuka is a “Bad boy” who looks tough and has a reputation for starting fights and a few run ins with the law for things but only gets in trouble because he doesn’t tolerate bad animal owners. He brings home strays to take care of. Shaggy and unkempt Kiba, piercings and tattoos, Kiba smart enough to one day be a vet like his sister, his friends supporting him but at the same time “Can you not call me at 3 am to bail you out of jail again?”, animal cuddling and shenanigans, Kiba and Naruto interactions.

Warning/Notes: Cursing, Kakashi is implied to be a bit of a floozy, Kakashi and Naruto speak to each other in Spanish for the most part but there’s translations

(It starts with Kiba following his sister’s path, and while he is very good at following he has always followed Hana a few steps behind and to the left.)

Naruto has always been on the fence about this whole “law” thing. Sometimes statues need to be defaced. Sometimes people need to get embarrassed in public. Sometime in his youth Naruto decided that “vandalism” and “public disturbance” are just things cops made up to take the fun out of life.

But that said, Naruto is usually alone in the police station at 1:15 AM, save for whatever unfortunate cop was stuck on what he knows to be called “Naruto Watch” while they wait for Kakashi to come pick him up.

Instead of solitude, Naruto finds himself staring down Kiba Inuzuka.

He’s not about to pretend that Kiba isn’t a bit threatening: Kiba is the same age as Naruto, 16, and has been wearing leather jackets and multiple ear piercings since before Naruto even met him. It might just be the fact that Naruto’s been awake since 4:30 this morning, but he could almost swear that the leather jacket is moving and making noise.

Kiba looks fit to murder, and from the look on Mrs. Inuzuka’s face when she shows up to get Kiba, it’s either a resting murder face or murder is an inherited hobby.

“What did you do?” She demands, grabbing Kiba by the ear and hoisting him out of his seat like a ragdoll.

Officer Whatshisnuts over behind the desk hands Mrs. Inuzuka the report without even asking. Is Kiba a repeat offender too, and has Naruto just never seen him before? Either way, his mom skims the report, never letting go of her son, and eventually snaps it shut.

She turns to Kiba. “Come on. Home.”

Kiba makes dead eye contact with Naruto on his way out, and he fights to not shiver.

In the end, Kakashi doesn’t actually make it to the station until after 2. Judging by the shirt he’s wearing (which, if going by the size, isn’t his), the expression on his face, and the blooming hickeys on his neck, the officer– who Naruto has learned is new to this precinct and is named Yahiko– interrupted an impromptu date night with his squeeze of the week.

Serves the guy right. By this point, Kakashi should know better than to think he can get anything done at night during a school break.

“Tell me, was it vandalism, public disturbance, or harassment this time?” Kakashi snarks as he waits for Yahiko to process Naruto’s release. “You’ve been inconsistent lately.”

“Breaking and entering,” Naruto answers without hesitation. “And vandalism, but that’s beyond the point.”

Kakashi fixes Naruto with a Look, turns away, then starts gossiping with Yahiko. It becomes quickly apparent that Kakashi is flirting. Also apparent is Yahiko’s reciprocation.

“Kashi, I wanna go home. It’s late,” Naruto says, tugging on his cousin’s sleeve.

The older man doesn’t skip a beat. “Suffer,” he intones, and Naruto picks Kakashi’s pocket for his phone. Predictably, Kakashi doesn’t have Sasuke in his contacts, but Naruto memorized Sasuke’s number ages ago.

“I don’t know what’s more pathetic,” Sasuke opens. “That you’re calling me at half past two in the morning, or that I picked up.”

“Definitely that you picked up,” Sakura says from the side, because of course she’s there too. “Or that Naruto is calling from the contact Sasuke has saved as ‘Naruto got arrested again’. What’s up with that?”

“I’m on Kakashi’s phone. Mine is still in evidence somewhere.”

Sasuke hums. “Was it vandalism or public disturbance?” he asks.

Naruto huffs. “I really wish people would stop asking that. I’m not that predictable.”

“Yes you are,” Sasuke and Sakura chorus. Naruto wants to be insulted with how prompt their answer was, but he really can’t.

“Whatever. I’m not gonna ask what you two are doing together after midnight on a weekday. But I’ll tell you that after I got picked up for breaking and entering–” Naruto stresses the new offense– “you guys will never guess who I met at the station.”

Sakura makes a contemplative sound. “Was it Shika and Chouji again? I think Ino said something about getting blazed in the park tonight.”

Somehow, Naruto gets the impression that Ino only told Sakura because she was pissed about being the designated sober person at that particular party, though that thought may come from the fact that he watched Ino hurrying the boys past the station at about 1:30.

“Nah. I saw them, though. Try again.”

“Was Sai vandalizing buildings again?” Sasuke groans. “He’s not home and Obito’s going spare.”

“If your cousin got arrested, then he wasn’t brought here. No, I saw Kiba Inuzuka.”

For a moment, the other end of the line is silent. “You saw him and survived?” Sakura asks. “Last time I heard, he switched classes for like, the third time because he kept getting into fights.”

“What did he do to get arrested?”

Naruto picks at a hangnail. “I dunno. The officer just handed Missus Inuzuka the file and she walked away.”

Sasuke groans. “Well, was he covered in blood or anything?”

“Not so much blood, more like, dirt and animal hair. I think that’s normal?” Naruto says. “I think he had more piercings than last time I saw him, but it’s been a hot sec.”

“Well, if there’s nothing really interesting that went on tonight, Sasuke and I should go back to studying. And you should gank Kakashi’s car keys and go home. You need sleep,” Sakura states, mother-henning him as always.

“You say that like I need sleep more than you do, Sak.”

Sasuke snorts. “Sleep is for people who don’t want a hundred percent. Goodnight, Naruto.”

Then, like a bastard, he hangs up. Asshole. Whatever. Kakashi needs sleep just as much as Naruto does, and if he’s forgotten that then Naruto is very good at reminding him.

He returns Kakashi’s phone to his cousin’s pocket without ceremony. Kakashi peers down at him with his real eye. “And what did Sasuke and Sakura have to say about your near-death experience with the opposing six-year-old?”

“If I’m eight then you’re only twenty, and that means you can’t buy alcohol. And, they said to make you take me home because it’s late and I need to go to bed.”

Kakashi hums. “Fair point. toddlers get cranky when they’re tired, after all.” He turns to Yahiko and smiles at him through the surgical mask. “Could I get my dear, sweet little cousin’s things, Yahiko? He needs his beauty sleep.”

Yahiko nods quickly, and soon enough Kakashi has not only Naruto’s belongings in hand, but a little slip of paper with Yahiko’s number on it too, and then they make their way home.

Naruto shreds Yahiko’s number, but Kakashi has already arranged a date.

Given that he doesn’t remember very much about Kiba, Naruto asks Ino the next day at lunch.

(Okay, yeah, Ino is technically Sakura’s friend and not Naruto’s, but she’s also the biggest source of information for anyone who needs to know anything on campus.)

For a moment she stares at him like he’s grown an extra head, then she squints like she’s remembering seeing Naruto through the station door, and finally she demands to copy his Spanish homework before he gets another word out of her.

“Okay. What do you want to know?” She asks once she’s finished stealing his answers.

Naruto leans forward. “Anything and everything you can tell me about Kiba Inuzuka.”

She taps her chin with her eraser. “Well, he gets in trouble a lot. Fights, you know? Also breaking and entering, stealing, all that fun stuff. He doesn’t get expelled because admin is more scared of his mom than they are of like, all the other parents combined, and also she might be banging Principal Senju? I dunno, sources are murky on that. But like, I guess it started when his sister went off to college, but that’s when he stopped hanging out with me, so I don’t have the real deets there.”

He kinda feels like this is going to be on a test somewhere– why does Kiba Inuzuka act the way he does? Because a) his sister left, b) his father was killed by a six-fingered man, c)…– but instead of taking notes Naruto just nods along and tries to commit it to memory.

“He sticks to the yard during lunch, always sits in the back of the classroom and all that. The only people I ever see him hanging around are Shino and Hinata, and sometimes that Sabakuno kid,” Ino continues.

Gaara? Wait, no, Gaara has a brother, and Kankurou is much more the type of person who would want to hang out around a guy like Kiba. Not to mention that Ino wouldn’t be caught dead referring to Temari as “that Sabakuno kid” when she knows that Temari has ears like a bat and fists like lightning.

Ino rocks back in her chair. “That’s about all I can think of right now. Proofread my Spanish essay due tomorrow and I’ll see what else I can dig up.”

“No thanks,” Naruto says. Not that he doesn’t want more info on Kiba, but he’s shit at essays and his edits are only going to lower her overall grade.

He retreats to Sasuke and Sakura, placated with this new knowledge.

It takes a hot sec for fate to throw Naruto and Kiba together again, but in the end she does her work and, at 9:45 PM on a Saturday, Naruto ends up waiting for the bus under the same awning as Kiba.

Both of them are silent as they wait and Kiba is brooding, clutching something in a cloth bag close to his chest. Naruto rocks back on his heels. He debates whistling, but he’s hiding from the cops right now– Kakashi’s been ghosting the shit out of Yahiko, who probably should have known better than to put out on a first date with a man who was sporting hickeys and someone else’s shirt when they met, and he’s made it clear that if he has to go pick up Naruto while Yahiko is on shift again then he’s sending Gai– and sound isn’t conducive to remaining unarrested.

When the bus comes, it’s empty except for the driver. The driver looks ready to keel over, so Naruto just scans his bus pass and moves to the back. Kiba follows.

They don’t say a word to each other for an uncomfortable few minutes, but that’s when Naruto decides that if Kiba didn’t want to talk, he wouldn’t have sat so close to Naruto on an empty bus.

He peers at the bag out of the corner of his eye. “So,” he drawls, extending the vowel further than necessary. “How’s about that weather?”

Kiba glares at him. “It’s pouring rain, and the forecast says it’s supposed to start snowing tomorrow. How do you think I feel about the weather?

Naruto shrugs. “Some people like the snow.”

Kiba moves suddenly, closer to Naruto than he’d like in an instant. Naruto starts praying. Then Kiba opens the bag in his arms, and Naruto closes his eyes, expecting some souvenir of murder–

Then, a tiny sound makes him look. The bag is full, not of severed fingers, but of five tiny, drenched kittens.

“Found ‘em on my way home from a friend’s house. Alley a few blocks back.” Kiba scratches the head of one of the kittens. “Little guys like these won’t survive in the snow, and I only have so much room at my house.”

“I’ll take one!” Naruto exclaims before he knows what he’s doing. Kakashi is going to kill him. Or maybe this will finally curb Kakashi’s boyfriend habit. Or maybe Kakashi’s dogs will kill the tiny creature.

Kakashi can’t get rid of what he doesn’t know about, Naruto’s mind supplies, and he smiles.

Kiba looks like he’s been slapped. “You want one?”

Nodding, Naruto reaches over and pets a red kitten. “And I can think of someone else who needs a cat too.”

“Do you even know how to take care of a cat?” Kiba asks incredulously.

Naruto pouts. “Of course I do. My parents used to have one, and my cousin has a few dogs. It’s not that different, right?”

Immediately, Kiba fluffs up like an animal on the defensive. “Not that different?”

And just like that, he launches into a lecture on proper cat care, and specifically proper kitten care. Naruto learns more in those ten minutes than he ever did in school, and by the end he’s kinda zoned out.

But fuck, has Kiba always been this pretty when he talks?

Not that Naruto has ever really watched Kiba talk before; they only ever exchanged a few words before Kiba stopped hanging out with most people, and this is the first conversation they’ve had since, but goddamn. Are all people this gorgeous when they get passionate, or it that just Kiba?

Yes, Naruto decides. Sakura gets like this when she talks about wrestling, and Sasuke is at his most ethereal when rambling about recent advancements in biochemistry. Maybe everyone is just pretty at all times.

After a while, Kiba just stops talking and makes a grabby motion at Naruto. “Gimme your phone. I’m just gonna text you all of this.”

Mutely, Naruto does so, and Kiba sends himself a text using Naruto’s phone. As soon as he has, he sets down the bag full of kittens on the seat between them, and Naruto is immediately drawn to a little red one.

Okay, so that’s the one he’s keeping for himself. Then he picks another, this time the tiniest of the litter, a black ball of fluff that hisses weakly at him when he tries to pick it up.

“He won’t hurt you. Their teeth can’t do much right now,” Kiba reassures. “It might sting a bit, but there’s no way he’ll break skin.”

Kiba spends the rest of the bus ride showing Naruto how to properly hold a kitten (“Supposedly there’s a right way to do this, but cats are essentially made of rubber so I wouldn’t be too worried. Just put them down when they squeak and you should be fine.”) and telling him about the best kinds of cat food.

Eventually, when Naruto’s stop draws near, he sticks a kitten into each inside pocket of his jacket and zips it up. Kiba looks at him funny, but doesn’t say anything, so as long Naruto’s careful to not bump into anything he figures he’ll be fine.

Naruto’s phone buzzes with a text from Kiba already. “Come by that address tomorrow morning, and I’ll hook you up with all the proper cat care equipment.”

The bus stop is about a block away from the apartment Naruto shares with Kakashi and his buddy Gai, and he spends the entire walk there trying to calm down and be inconspicuous.

It’s late enough that he almost expects Kakashi to already be asleep when he gets home, and he knows that Gai is always in bed at 9, so he lets himself in and tries to be quiet. The dogs don’t all maul him when he walks in, so he thinks that maybe they’ve already been put to bed–

Kakashi calls out a greeting from the living room. Damn.

He contemplates just going straight to his room and pretending that he didn’t hear his cousin, but decides in an instant that it would be a bad idea and proceeds to join Kakashi.

Bull immediately walks over to Naruto and ruts his head against Naruto’s hand and jacket, and one of the kittens in Naruto’s pocket lets out a tiny mewl.

Like a hawk on the hunt, Kakashi’s eyes narrow and he puts his book down. <span title=”This is a dog house.”>“Esta es una casa de perro.”</span>

<span title=”I know, but one of my classmates doesn’t have space at his house for all of them.”>“Lo sé, pero uno de mis compañeros no tiene espacio en su casa para todos ellos.”</span> Naruto hunched in on himself. He knew that this was the inevitable outcome. How long did he expect to keep a cat (or two) secret from a guy like Kakashi? <span title=”Besides, one of them is for Sasuke.”>“Además, uno de los gatitos es para Sasuke.”</span>

Kakashi groans. <span title=”That doesn’t make it any better. You still brought home two cats without asking.”>“Eso no lo hace mejor.Todavía trajiste a casa a dos gatos sin preguntar.”</span>

<span title=”It’s not like I can give them back now. I made a commitment.”>“No es como si los pudiera devolver ahora. Hice un compromiso.”</span> Naruto rebutts. Also it’s his only excuse to see Kiba again, which is something he’s interested in retaining.

Burying his face in his hands, Kakashi sighs. He doesn’t say anything, then sighs again. <span title=”I’ll bring it up with Gai in the morning.”>”Lo llevaré con Gai por la mañana.”</>

And Naruto knows he’s won: Gai will be on his side. If for no other reason than to disagree with Kakashi on something that won’t get him in trouble.

(Why aren’t Gai and Kakashi married already? Oh yeah, because Kakashi is an emotionally constipated twink who doesn’t know how to differentiate between love, lust, and friendship, and Gai is waiting for Kakashi to make the first move.

Idiots, both of them.)

He bids Kakashi goodnight, and retreats to his room before Kakashi can say anything else.

The next morning sees Naruto grabbing the two kittens from the sock drawer where they slept– he’s named the red one Kurama, but the black one is gonna be Sasuke’s so it’s yet nameless– plugging the address Kiba texted him into Google Maps, and borrowing Kakashi’s ugly mom van.

He probably should have figured it would be a pet supply store, but he’s still pleasantly surprised (disappointed?) when he arrives at Tsume’s Pet Supply. He had half been hoping it was Kiba’s house.

10:37 AM

Naruto to Kiba

Naruto: im here where r u

Kiba: come inside

The interior of the store is rows upon rows of different kinds of food, toys, bowls, leashes, and tiny outfits for every kind of pet that’s legal to own in the country and probably some that aren’t. Across one wall is an array of pens, each with an attendant or two and easily a dozen pets inside per employee.

One of the dog attendants is Kiba.

He looks radiant: the sun through the window opposite him is casting him in golden light and making him look like he’s been dipped in honey. His shaggy hair is pulled back, not into a ponytail but half of one, and his t-shirt in the warm interior of the store leaves his arms bare and actually fucking tattoos visible.

There, on Kiba’s bicep, Naruto can see a name inside a heart, but he can’t quite make out what the name is. Crawling up from his wrists are messes of vines in black or dark green. Small purple flowers peek out from between the tendrils– on his right, they’re lavender. On his left, indigo.

Is it possible to fall in love in twelve hours? No, of course not you idiot, says a voice that sounds suspiciously like Sasuke in the back of his head. Shut up Sasuke.

Kiba spots him and extracts himself from the mess of dogs he’d had in his lap. As quick as winking, Kiba is by Naruto’s side.

“I will admit, I did not expect you to actually show up, much less this early,” Kiba opens. “Did you bring the cats with you?”

Naruto nods. “I was hoping to take the second one to my friend right after this, so yeah.”

Kiba beckons Naruto to follow him further into the store, right to the cat section. He snags a cart on the way, and passes it to Naruto. “You’ll need this. You’re getting two of everything, right?”

Again, Naruto nods. Glancing at the prices on some of these items, he realizes that Sasuke is never getting another Christmas present from Naruto for the rest of his life.

Kiba loads the cart with what he deems to be the kitten essentials, and Naruto surreptitiously checks his account balance to see if he can afford all this. Probably? God he hopes so.

He ends up just barely being able to afford everything in his cart, and Naruto praises every god he can name.

“Are you dingle?” He blurts out just as Kiba is handing him his receipt.

Kiba raises an eyebrow. “Am I what?”

“Dingle! Ningle!” He takes a breath. “Single! Are you single!”

The other teen smiles. “Yeah. What about it?”

Seeing Kiba Inuzuka smile is like watching the sun rise, if the sun could literally bite your ear off and then probably howl over your corpse. Naruto never wants him to stop.

“Can I make you not single?” Naruto asks lamely.

Kiba’s grin grows wider, and he quickly scribbles something on the back of Naruto’s receipt. “Hell yeah you can.”

Sasuke answers his door to find his best friend looking blazed off his ass, and holding three large shopping backs and a kitten.

“Merry Christmas, sauce gay,” Naruto hums. “I got you a cat.”

He doesn’t know how to react. When did he ever say he wanted a cat? That said, he never said he didn’t want a cat, and to Naruto those things are synonymous, so Sasuke takes the fluffy black kitten from Naruto’s grasp and looks into it’s angry little eyes and immediately knows what to call it.

“It’s name is Madara,” he announces.

“What’s named Madara?” Obito asks, poking his head into the hallway.

Sasuke holds up the kitten. Obito starts to lose his shit. “You’re naming a cat after our great uncle?”

“Yeah? I don’t see your point.” Sasuke pulls Naruto into the house. “What’s got your head in the clouds?”

Naruto flops down on the recliner as soon as they enter Sasuke’s room. “I have a boyfriend now.”

Sasuke looks at Naruto, then at the bags he dropped next to Sasuke’s bed, then at the cat, then back to Naruto. “Naruto Uzumaki, tell me you’re not referring to the school delinquent Kiba Inuzuka. Please. For my own sanity.”

He has the decency to look a little bit ashamed of himself, then mimes zipping his lips shut.

“God damnit, Naruto.”

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

💘 + Kit and Nota

HEADCANONS MEME: DATING EDITION!! | @littlcstarling

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where they first met and howWelp, here it is: I don’t know. And I’d actually like to discuss this with you rather than write my ideas here

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involvedSad news: they haven’t gotten past their ‘pining’ phase but I believe they’re both too foreign to relationships and romance for there to exist a flirting phase, I think they’d just move to ‘permanently flustered sweethearts’

who fell for who first ( if applicable )Meh, still can’t offer anything to this question

where their first date was and what it was likeChances are there will be a first kiss before there is a first date, so I think they would have time to figure a place out to make it count? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just hanging out together with no real place to be in mind

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )I wouldn’t be surprised if Kit would be the one to make the first move, because Nota kind of likes waiting for Kit and leaving it up to him just to make sure he doesn’t pressure him into anything, but if it would be Nota to ask first it depends entirely on how terrified he is, but it would be impulsively no matter what: planned or not, he’d blurt it out suddenly

who proposes firstThey are children

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right awayI think they would keep it secret. Or, well, no, that’s now the right way to put it. They wouldn’t keep it secret. But they wouldn’t go around mentioning it either. Kit has his grandpa and Jinx that he could tell, right? Nota wouldn’t have anyone to tell, especially not at school considering they’re both boys

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )N/A

if they adopt any pets togetherI was going to make a joke at Jinx’ expense, decided against it, thought back on what you told me about Jinx @ Kit, wanted to change mind again, decided against it again, either way... can they get a kitten

who’s more dominantKit. Local Attitudinal Bottom. Also, Nota just isn’t :’)

where their first kiss was and what it was likeIT WILL BE INNOCENT AND VIRGIN LIKE AND IN KIT’S APARTMENT HOPEFULLY WITH DIM LIGHTS AND-

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )I don’t think so, what they match might just be clothes they stole from the other lmao

how into pda they areI don’t think they would be? Nota is shy and likes to keep things private, and I can see the same for Kit, but you tell me

who holds the umbrella when it rainsNota because I am here for that Soft Top aesthetic holding the umbrella for his Flustered Tsundere Boyfriend, please and thank you

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )No clue omg

who’s more protectiveKit, Nota is to a certain extent, but I simply see Kit as acting more on it? I think Nota trusts that Kit will protect himself a bit too much (he looks up to the strength he perceives Kit has a lot) and I think Kit sees the vulnerability that is a lot of Nota

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )Three centuries, please take a number and wait in the waiting room

if they argue about anythingSo far they have almost argued only over Nota’s self-loathing

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

who steals whose clothes and how oftenNota doesn’t have the courage (he’ll need explicit permission once they’re a thing) and Kit already snatched a hoodie, so the medal goes to Kit and I am so happy

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )CUTELY I mean Nota probably drapes himself over Kit like a blanket way too often

what their favourite nonsexual activity isSitting in comfortable (flustered) silence? ==

how long they stay mad at each otherKit is the Fucking Best so not long, like, a few minutes

what their usual coffee / tea orders areIf I remember correctly, Kit’s has caramel in it, right? And is coffee based? Nota likes tea, with lotsa honey

if they ever have any children togetherThey ARE children

if they have any special pet names for each otherI don’t think so, they’re names are too short-

if they ever split up and / or get back togetherNopester pt.4 (although considering the levels of angst-)

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )It is MESSY in the best ways: music sheets, unmade bed, plants, anything of Kit’s and his witchcraft, any hoodie draped over a chair, it is LIVED IN

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was likeWarm and maybe the first they spent with someone like that, right?

what their names are in each other’s phonesNota has ‘Kit-hyung’, Kit I don’t know

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )Taking... care of Nota... when he’s drunk, that is awful

who falls asleep first and who wakes up firstI think it varies ==

who’s the big spoon / little spoonThey got that SIZE difference but I wouldn’t even blink if Kit turns out to be big spoon

who hogs the bathroomNota is ready in 5 minutes, but Kit’s looks seem much more intricate so I dunno 👀

who kills the spiders / takes them outsideBoth? I believe? Why do all my muses like spiders so much

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Zelo - Control

Anon request “Can you write a very hot smut with Zelo (he takes control and everything)?” and a tasty treat for myself on my birthday. I hope that you enjoy this since I threw in some fluff to show your relationship. -Admin Em

Rated M

Warnings: Mild BDSM themes, a line or two dirty talk, orgasm denial, marking, being tied, oral.

Absentmindedly you fiddle with your phone as you zone out on your TV and debate if you should text your boyfriend again or not. You haven’t heard much from Junhong for the last three days, just little texts here and there saying how you miss each other or wish each other well. It shouldn’t bother you so much since sometimes you go for almost a week without hearing from him when he’s on tour, but he’s been home the last three days. He’d warned you he would be busy, but you expected he would at least spare time for dinner with you or that he would invite you over for a little bit.

You focus when your phone lights up, telling you he’s made an Instagram post. Unlocking your phone, you look to see footage of him dancing in the practice room. His talent never ceases to amaze you as you sit smiling at your phone. He seems happier in his latest posts and it warms your heart. Still, you can’t help but worry that he pushes himself too hard. He always assures you that he rests as needed, but with all his late night posts and lives, you have your doubts.

You actually stayed up late last night watching his live, even if it was just him lying in bed listening to music. It made you miss him more and wonder why he couldn’t send more than a few words. And today, you haven’t heard anything. Not one word. It makes you worry. You knew his idol life would be demanding, and that was something the two of you discussed multiple times before and during your relationship. Still, you can’t help the worry that his life as Zelo is pulling him away from you: that he is no longer your Junhong, but is instead simply Zelo.

Briefly you think about contacting his mom to see if you could bring the family dinner later. She already seems to think of you as a daughter, the two of you spending time together when Zelo was away on tour. Even if you didn’t get to see your boyfriend, at least you could spend some time with Mochi since you didn’t end up babysitting him at all during this tour yet.

The thought is tempting, but you realize it’s late and that they’ve probably already eaten. Not to mention, you don’t feel the motivation to make that much food after the long day of work you had. You actually should still be in the studio editing more of the photos from the upcoming project, but you had worked from 7am to 6:30pm and that felt like more than enough time, especially after you were up late.

Thinking about work and food makes you realize that all you’ve done in the hour since you left work is laze on your couch. Forcing yourself up, you find some ramen and begin boiling the water. As you wait, you change into your pajamas, aka one of Junhong’s shirts and your underwear. You smell his shirt, sighing softly since it’s starting to lose his scent. You head back to make your little meal before settling back on the couch to eat and watch TV. As you finish up, you glance at your phone, wondering once again if you should message Junhong to at least see if he made it home. Although by his standards, this is too early to quit.

Not yet ready to call it a day, you half-heartedly clean your apartment. When you finish you hope there’s a message from him, but there’s nothing. You would definitely have a talk with him about this when you have the chance. Although the current situation would make it seem otherwise, the two of you were actually good about communicating. When the relationship was newer, there were quite a few petty fights until the two of you learned to better express yourselves. Sometimes you could anticipate each other before anything was said, but other times words were necessary.

You remind yourself that he told you he would be busy, but that still doesn’t ease your worry especially since he would be headed out for the rest of the tour in two days. There’s no use dwelling on it until you can have a proper conversation about everything. With this in mind, you head to bed and begin to start a goodnight message only to stop as you hear the front door open and slam shut.

There’s a soft curse or two that leave you wondering if you should go to him or wait in bed. Sometimes when he’s upset Junhong needs space before he talks to you, other times you cuddle and talk about it. Last time this happened, he asked you to slow dance with him.

“______________?” You hear him softly call. With that signal you leave the bedroom and guilt forms on his features. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I just laid down,” you soothe, crossing the distance between the two of you since he hasn’t moved from the spot near the door. Gently you comb the hair away from his eyes. “Do you need to eat or shower?”

He shakes his head before taking your hand. “Lie down with me?”

You give a simple nod, allowing him to lead you back into your room. He settles onto the bed, and as soon as you lie down he rests his head on your shoulder, seeking your comfort for whatever is bothering him. Immediately, you hold him close to you and kiss the top of his head as you rub his back gently. You want to say something to ease whatever pain he has, but instead you keep quiet and wait for him to explain.

“I...I wasn’t sure if I should come,” he mumbles. His words surprise you, causing you to stop your movements for a brief moment. “I didn’t want to bring my problems to you...but I really, really missed you.”

“I missed you too, but this is a partnership. I am here to help you to the best of my ability. You don’t have to go through anything yourself, remember?”

“I know I’m not alone. The company is just adding more pressure, and I feel like I can’t keep up lately. I want to do better, and so I keep practicing and practicing between schedules but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I try and show the fans as much love as I can with lives and such to make up for it. Except that doesn’t change that I barely have time to see any of my friends or you...I almost thought I wasn’t going to see you because of how much I have to do,” he tells you, tightening his hold on your waist.

You wait to see if he’s going to say more before speaking. “You are one of the most talented idols out there. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your girlfriend. There are many out there who admire your skills and feel inspired because of you. Many of the comments you’ve been getting are telling you how great you are and to encourage you to rest. You’re your worst critic, where you see flaws, some people see their idol being more human. True fans want you to be healthy and happy.

“So do your friends, and they understand how crazy your life is, but just let them know you’re thinking of them now and again. As for me, I won’t lie, I was starting to get worried since you weren’t sending much. I thought maybe your career was coming first, which sometimes it has to. I know that. But I worried since we barely spoke...I thought maybe you were starting to forget about me today. It was foolish to think that when could tell you were going through more than you were letting on, and I didn’t want to push you or seem needy while you were so busy.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you and making you feel like my career came first. It matters to me a lot, but so do you,” he places a light kiss on your neck. “I just got trapped in my own head for a while and I didn’t know how to tell you what was happening...the company even threatened to take away my phone during the tour since they felt that I wasn’t focusing enough. I didn’t want to start a conversation I could finish or make you feel like you’re causing trouble. I could have handled things better, I’m sorry,” he kisses your jaw.

“It isn’t your fault. I can understand your worries. I should have reached out too. We’ll both do better next time. What matters now is that is that you’re here.” You carefully tilt his head to press your lips to his.

The kiss is soft and slow, almost hesitant, but it doesn’t take long for Junhong to shift so he can kiss you again. This time, there’s a little more force before he stops to rest his forehead against yours. He takes a moment before kissing along your jawline. “You always know how to make me feel better. Even when I feel like I’ve lost control of my life.”

Naturally, your head tilts back as you savor his actions. You feel one of his hands rest on your bare thigh. You know where this is going, and so you spur things on by whispering, “Take control.”

The hand on your thigh tightens its hold, but he pulls back to look at you. “You’re sure?”

The two of you had only recently started getting a bit more experimental in the bedroom by dominating each other every now and then. It was a rare occurrence, partially due to timing and partially because you were both still learning, but whenever it was going to happen you would at least have some sort of discussion about what would happen. The unexpected still would happen of course.

As eager as he is to dominate you, he doesn’t want to push anything.

“I trust you. We have the safe words. But if you don’t want to-”

His kiss cuts your words short, causing you to take a moment to kiss back. He shifts, gently nudging your legs further apart so he can settle between them and get a better angle for the kiss. His lips move away from yours, traveling down your neck before finding a spot to mark. Your fingers tangle into his hair, making him softly moan against your skin.

He pulls back, looking at his work before growling in your ear, “I’m going to leave so many marks that you won’t forget how much you matter to me.”

His words send a shiver down your spine before he lightly nips your earlobe. As he starts to leave another hickey your body arches to be closer to him, but to your surprise he uses both hands to push your hips back down. You feel him smirk as a soft whine leaves you. As he kisses his work and moves to another spot, you feel his hands start to move up your shirt and to your breasts, which are then given a gentle squeeze.

You gasp softly and that’s enough to make him pull back to pull the shirt off of you. You’re about to reach out to take his shirt off, but your hands are pinned before you come close. “Wait.”

You want to protest, but you keep quiet which earns you a kiss. His hands release yours to ghost up your body and fondle your breasts once more. When he begins playing with your  hardening nipples, he uses your surprise to slide his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands reaches for one of yours, giving two gentle squeezes to check in with you as he continues the kiss. Slowly you return the gesture, which makes him kiss you more eagerly.

When he pulls away, he quickly moves down to leave marks on your collarbones. He presses his lower half to yours, allowing you to feel his erection through his jeans before he grinds against you. Junhong is a dancer, making him in tune with his body and he’s made it his task to know yourself just as well. He wastes no time, kissing along the spots he knows you’re sensitive to as you grip onto the sheets, trying to let him lead.

Your restraint crumbles as a tongue runs over one of your nipples, and you quickly grab at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it off him. When he pulls away, it’s enough for you to get the fabric off. “I thought I told you to wait?”

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t...” you say softly, noting the dark look in his eyes as he looks down at you.

He takes the shirt from you, tossing it aside on your behalf before he harshly pinches your nipples as a form of punishment. “You couldn’t what?”

“I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to see you,” you whimper, more from the deep tone of his voice than the pain. “I’m sorry,” you tell him again.

One hand gently cups your chin as the other pulls at his belt. “Tonight I’ll be generous, if you show me how sorry you are.”

He sets the belt to the side, but you don’t question this as he kisses you gently before he stands to get rid of his pants and boxers. You lick your at the sight before crawling forward, glancing up at him before taking a hold of his cock. He lets out a content sigh as you start to pump him, but you prefer the noise he makes as you run your tongue over his tip. Usually you would tease him, but not tonight. Not after you already went against an order.

You run your tongue over him, coating him with your saliva before you take the tip into your mouth. Gentle hands gather your hair into a ponytail as your head sinks lower and lower until you can’t take anymore. At first Junhong doesn’t push you as you bob your head up and down, but soon he begins guiding your paces with slight tugs on your hair. Any time you pull back for air, your hands take place of your mouth.

Carefully, you breathe and relax your throat enough to deepthroat him, pulling the most delicious sound from your boyfriend’s mouth as well as a few curse words. He starts rocking his hips, wanting more and more from you. It’s the second time that he pushes his hips too much that you smack his thigh and pull away. “Yellow,” you warn.

He quickly presses kisses to your face, his dominance forgotten to soothe you. “Sorry, sorry,” he says softly. “No more of that. Do you need a minute?” You hadn’t given the word to completely stop, but he still want to be certain.

“I’m okay, we can continue,” you pant before he pushes you back onto the bed. He leans over you to pull the lube out of the nightstand so it’s at the ready. His fingers tease at your waistband before moving lower to your wetness. He keeps quiet, but the smirk on his face says it all as his fingers press into the damp spot. Slowly, he lowers himself so can make marks along your stomach and hips as he lowers your underwear. As he begins nibbling on your inner thigh, the anticipation makes you whine. “Junhong, please.”

He doesn’t say anything as he continues marking your other inner thigh.

“Ple-oh!” You moan loudly as his tongue presses to your clit. He sucks it lightly while pulling your legs further apart as you try to close them. Your hips buck lightly as his tongue moves around the sensitive bud before his tongue slides between your folds. Vaguely, you hear the pop of the lube top, but all you can focus on is the waves of pleasure building. It’s only seconds later that you feel a finger sliding into you, going nearly knuckle deep.

Once the digit starts moving, it only adds to the pleasure you’d already been feeling. It isn’t long before another is added, stretching you further while bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. You reach to grip on Junhong’s hair in attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away as the pressure builds. Despite the tight grip he still manages to pull away. He gives a soft chuckle at the cry you make as your orgasm starts to fade away.

“Don’t worry baby,” he kisses you gently, reaching for a condom that’s quickly rolled on. “Hands up,” he instructs grabbing his belt from where he’d set it. You do as told and soon he has you bound to the headboard. “As much as I love you marking me, we can’t have it so close to our departure,” he explains as if he can tell what you’re thinking. “Too tight?”

You shake your head, earning another kiss as his hands trail down your body. You can feel his cock against your entrance, and press against it as you’re unable to do much else. A slight smack on your thigh is a silent warning not to rush him, and so you try to settle down. This once again proves difficult as he runs his tip around your entrance.

You start to beg, wanting more. Needing more. Your words are enough to get your way as he slides into you. The both of you moan in unison. “You feel incredible,” you tells you as he starts to thrust into you gently.

The bruising grips on your thighs tell you he’s restraining himself to take things slow. Despite the slow pace, his thrusts are still forceful as he plants kisses along your body along with the occasional bite. You want to touch him, but the belt keeps your hands in place, leaving you mildly frustrated. It’s only once he begins to move faster that his hands move to the sheets so you can meet his pace. His name falls from your lips like it’s the only word you know and it spurs him on to find your g-spot.

When he does, you don’t even seem to know his name anymore as only moans come from you. It isn’t long after that you reach your peak and Junhong works you through it. His own follows just after, causing him to moan out your name as he releases.

When his high is over, he rests against you, catching his breath and listening to you do the same. You reach to try and hold him, only to feel the belt tighten. “Babe, can you untie me?”

Junhong gives a small nod before pulling out, leaning over to release you before disposing of the condom. He looks down at you as you lower your arms, allowing them to fully relax. “Was that too much?” He looks at the red marks covering your body and wants to be certain everything is alright.

“Outside of the one warning I gave you it was perfect.”

With that he flashes an adorable smile. “Thank you. I’m so lucky to have someone like you to love.”

You lean up and kiss the tip of his nose “I love you too, and I’m really glad you decided to come over.”

He starts spreading kisses all over your face, showering you in affections. Between each kiss he speaks, “Me too. You always make me feel better. Now do you want to shower?”

“Only if we can snuggle after.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he promises, kissing your forehead. He disappears for a moment to grab a few things, such as a change of clothes for after, and starts the water so it can warm up.

With everything set, he carries you bridal style into the bathroom only setting you down before entering the shower. The two of you wash each other off, occasionally using the soap to tickle each other as you joke around. He teases you for tracing your finger over his tattoo, and so you make sure to point out every time he lingers on a darkening mark on your body.

When you're done washing, you towel off and slip into the underwear and shirt Junhong grabbed for you. Once he has his sweatpants on the two of you change the sheets, tossing the dirty ones to be washed before settling into bed. This time you rest on his chest.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you hum in content. “What time do you have to leave tomorrow for schedules?”

“Not until after lunch. I plan to spend all morning with you.”

“Perfect. Will you sing me to sleep?” You ask with a yawn. Happily, Junhong begins singing Shine, only stopping once he’s sure you're fast asleep.