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keanureevesisbae · 3 years

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sugar sugar - the planning 4.0

Summary: The two of them are coming back from their bachelor/bachelorette parties

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Sex, blowjob, squirting

Wordcount: 2.3k

A/N: Their wedding is coming closer!

Masterlist // Sugar Sugar Masterlist // Sugar Sugar the wedding Masterlist // Previous chapter //

April 3rd 1 a.m.

This night seemed never ending, but it was kinda funny nonetheless. Seeing Genevieve live out her Magic Mike fantasy, made me turn into the Regina George’s mom of Mean Girls and film her as two attractive oiled up men were grinding up against her, while Viola kept screeching out of sheer awkwardness.

With a smile on my face, I walk into the apartment, only to discover an absolutely parched Henry on the couch. He takes a sip out of a water bottle, which is a rare sight. When he is drained like this, he usually needs a whiskey to feel better. ‘What happened to you?’ I ask, causing him to look up.

‘They pulled me into a strip club,’ Henry answers, his eyes tired and followed by a deep sigh.

They as in Greg, Noah, Gino and Peter. This must’ve been Genevieve planning the entire thing. ‘Me too,’ I chuckle. ‘Just so you know, your bare ass has my preference.’ I kick off my heels and straddle his thick thighs, before wrapping my arms around his neck. ‘You look like you’ve seen multiple ghosts over the course of the night. It couldn’t possibly be that terrible.’

Henry starts to laugh. ‘It was. I don’t think I have ever been this uncomfortable. I absolutely despised that place.’

‘Why?’ I ask him, undoing his tie a bit.

‘I had no idea they would take me there,’ he says. ‘And don’t get me wrong, those women were beautiful and good at their job, but I couldn’t stop thinking of you. It felt like borderline cheating to me.’

I don’t think I ever have to worry about Henry being unfaithful to me. Such a sweetheart. He continues to talk about the perverted types sitting there and how one guy even started to help himself a little, but because he is so busy talking, he barely notices I’m unbuttoning the top of his shirt, before taking off my thin cardigan, revealing only a light blue crop top.

Only when he finally manages to tear his gaze from the ceiling, he stops talking. ‘Oh,’ he says, leaning forward to press a kiss on my cheek. ‘This I like.’

‘I knew it,’ I say. ‘I’m the only one you want.’

‘Of course,’ he scoffs. ‘Why on earth would I want someone else?’

I shrug. ‘I don’t know. Just be honest with me. Didn’t it turn you on even a little? I mean, you told me yourself they were beautiful.’

‘Yeah, they were, but they didn’t turn me on,’ he says. ‘I mean, years ago it maybe would’ve, but now, you are the only one that can turn me on. Nobody and nothing beats your body, your kisses and your whimpers.’ He kisses my lips. ‘I love you and only you.’

‘Hm,’ I say with a smile. ‘I am probably the luckiest woman on the planet. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you were turned on a little.’

‘Were you?’

I shake my head. ‘Oh no, I barely had time for that. I mean, besides filming Genevieve having the time of her life, I just admired certain dance moves. Damn, do those men know how to move those hips.’ I run my fingers through his hair. ‘And I know I said it before, but I’ll say it again: your ass is my absolute favorite and I prefer your hairy chest over those smooth oiled up ones I saw there.’

He starts to laugh. ‘Good thing your body is my favorite as well. No one can meet up to the standards you set.’

‘You’re so cute,’ I say to him with a chuckle. ‘Especially because you’ve spend an entire night at a strip club and now is the time where you grow a little excited.’

‘Teasing me, baby girl?’ he chuckles darkly, giving me a long kiss.

‘Maybe a little, it’s just that it’s the best way for you to give me a compliment.’ I step off his lap, before I unzip his fly. ‘Just relax, okay?’

‘Oh, sweetheart, I’m already relaxed,’ he says.

I sit on my knees in front of the couch, before I pull down his pants. He leans back, after he holds my hairs in his hand. I let my tongue run over his tip and he groans softly. The grip on my hair tightens and I look up, meeting his eyes, his teeth sunk in his bottom lip.

Deciding I’m not gonna tease him too long (he has had a long night), I slowly take more and more of him in my mouth. The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, but thanks to the many secret blowjobs underneath his desk, my gag reflex is becoming less of a reflex now. He softly forces me down a little further and I let out a moan. The vibrations cause him to buck up his hips, leaving me to slightly gag on him.

‘Oh, shit baby, I’m sorry,’ he says.

I look up, drool dripping down my chin. ‘It’s okay, honey.’

‘Oh, it’s honey now?’ he asks cocking his eyebrow. ‘We’re not in public, so you better call me something else.’

I smile. ‘I’m sorry, daddy.’ My thighs are pushed against each other, as the heat gathers in my thong. Hearing him like this, feeling him bucking up his hips and the slight pulling on my hair. It does things to me.

When I release him with a pop, he softly pulls me up by my hair, before he presses a sloppy kiss on my lips. ‘Take off your clothes, baby girl,’ he says.

I quickly shred myself from the blue crop top that didn’t need a bra and the matching short. When my thong hits the floor, Henry grabs me by my waist, squeezing the soft flesh. ‘I love you,’ he whispers. ‘In around three weeks we’re married and you’re officially my wife.’

I can’t stop my faint blush. ‘We’re gonna get married,’ I say. ‘I can’t wait.’

He hoists me up and says: ‘Me neither.’ I expect him to take this to the bedroom, but he is too damn impatient, because he bends me over the back of the couch. Without a lot of preparation, he slides deep inside of me.

I try to gain some sort of stance, but my toes are barely touching the floor. He tightly grabs onto my hips. I push the palms of my hands in the cushions of the couch to hold myself up, as Henry rams himself roughly back inside of me. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud, but it earns me a harsh slap on my butt.

‘I need to hear you, baby girl,’ he grunts.

A strangled moan leaves my lips, before it’s followed by many loud moans that fill the living room. ‘Daddy, I’m close,’ I whine and I really wished I hadn’t said that, because he pulls out, leaving me nearly begging for more.

‘I know you’re gonna make a mess,’ he says, ‘since you always do so.’ He pulls me up and smiles. ‘We don’t want to ruin the couch, right?’

I shake my head. ‘No, we don’t.’

He carries me to the kitchen counter, placing me on the cold granite. He buries his member into my throbbing center, holding my chin in between his fingers. ‘So fucking beautiful,’ he mumbles. His thumb runs over my bottom lip, before he pulls me in a deep kiss. I open my mouth, our tongues so familiar with one another.

As his tip kisses my cervix every single time he thrusts in, it nearly forces a whiney moan out of me. He always goes deep, but it’s different this time. It feels so so different. ‘Daddy, you’re so deep.’

He smiles. ‘I know that, baby girl. You like that, don’t you?’

I nod, feeling myself flutter around him. ‘Can I cum?’ I ask, digging my nails in his shoulders.

‘Of course, baby.’

I throw my head back, as I squirt around him, indeed making such a mess. He knows me too well. As I ride out my high, Henry buries his face in my neck, sucking on the delicate skin there. I cry out, sensitivity taking over and my nails marking his back. He grunts as he paints my velvet walls from the inside, his fingers tips digging deep in my legs.

‘I’m sorry,’ I whimper, as insecurity takes over. ‘Daddy, I’m so sorry.’

‘What’s wrong, baby?’ he asks. ‘Tell me what’s wrong.’

‘I made such a mess.’ My legs are sticky, I know his legs are too and let’s just not say anything about the walls of the kitchen island.

‘Have I ever complained about that before?’ Henry asks with a cocked eyebrow.

I shake my head. ‘No.’

He cradles my face in his hands and whispers: ‘Then don’t you worry about it, okay?’

‘I’m sorry,’ I chuckle nervously. ‘I’ll try.’

Henry cocks his head, taking in every feature of my face. ‘Something’s bothering you?’ he asks me.

Maybe a little. ‘Not necessarily,’ I whisper.

‘You want to talk about it?’

I bite my lip. ‘It’s stupid.’

‘You could never say something stupid,’ he says. ‘How about a bath?’

‘Sounds good.’

✤ ✤ ✤

With my back against Henry’s chest, I stare at the ceiling in the bathroom. We’re engulfed in warm water and he finally asks: ‘So, what’s going inside your head, baby girl?’

‘Well,’ I say, ‘the other day it kinda hit me that… When you and I get married, there is a possibility for a divorce. You can exchange me for anyone you want.’

He wraps his arms around my upper body, pulling me closer to him. ‘And why would I do that?’

‘I don’t know. An opportunity?’

He gives me a kiss on top of my head. ‘I love you and only you, mrs Becky Cavill. I am not spending a lot of money on a wedding I know will fail. Heck, I wouldn’t even proposed to you if I wasn’t this serious about you.’

I sigh deeply, realizing worrying about this was absolutely nonsense. ‘I don’t even know what I was worried about.’

‘Just tell me these things, okay?’ Henry says. ‘I wanna be there for you.’

‘I promise,’ I say with a smile. ‘I promise.’

April 24th 9 p.m.

Tomorrow we’re getting married and these last few weeks have been kinda hectic. My dad is officially divorced, lives in a lovely house downtown and has yet to decorate his place, but with the wedding coming up and him actively wanting to help out, that just has to wait.

Genevieve and Viola never met my parents, but they are sure as hell absolutely mad about my dad. They continue to call him: ‘cute as a button’ and I almost feel like he is our dad, instead of just mine. Without the wedding band and my mom next to him, I realize that my dad is actually such a nice guy. We get along really well and he is dead set on improving our relationship, just like I am.

While I did suggest he’d walk me down the aisle, he found himself not worthy of it and though I told him he was, I still respect that decision.

We’re at our destination for our wedding. We chose Maui, Hawaii for a few reasons. One, the weather is great and two, my friends, Henry’s friends and my dad are gonna stay for a little vacation there, while Henry and I go to our private island to start our honeymoon.

I honestly couldn’t be more excited. Henry and I took all sorts of measurements, checking the venue, seeing if everything is alright and then, tomorrow: we’re gonna be husband and wife.

Henry has been reading his vows for at least fifteen minutes now, when he finally folds the paper and places it on the book that we’re taking with us tomorrow.

Leave it to Henry to book the most expensive room in the entire hotel, with a view to die for. My dad had his eyes on a little place, one he had been eyeing for so long. Henry arranged it for him, even making sure he had access to the pool and a taxi.

‘Baby,’ he whispers, when he wraps his arms around my waist. ‘How about a little love making? Last time before we’re husband and wife.’

‘Henry, we had sex today,’ I chuckle. ‘Aren’t you ever tired of me?’

‘No, never.’

I turn around in his arms and say: ‘I’d like to be able to walk down the aisle tomorrow.’

‘That’s why I said a little love making.’

‘How about you and I enjoy the jacuzzi?’ I suggest. ‘I’ll be naked.’

Within ten minutes we’re all set and done in the jacuzzi and I straddle his lap, before taking a sip of my wine. ‘So, when you and I are back from our honeymoon, what do you want to do?’ I ask.

‘I want to travel to some places with you,’ he says. ‘Go look for a new place for the two of us to live in. Get you pregnant.’

I snort. ‘Oh, how romantic.’

‘What?’ He starts to laugh. ‘I mean, it’s the goal eventually right?’

‘We could adopt a dog from the shelter,’ I say, ‘get a little practice in. I mean, a dog and a baby are not comparable, but still.’

‘I’d love that.’ He pulls me closer to him and gives me a kiss. ‘I’m just gonna say it now, but expect to hear this many many times. I can’t wait for you to be pregnant.’

I smile. ‘And why is that?’ I ask him. ‘So I’m even more helpless and you have to do more for me?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, because we made a baby together and are gonna have a family of our own. I mean, how amazing is it that we’re gonna be the Cavills, right?’

I squeal. ‘Oh my, that is so amazing. I cannot wait for that to happen either. I’m tempted to quit my birth control right now.’

‘What is stopping you?’

‘Well, I want to have a little bit more childless time with you,’ I say. ‘Just you and me, traveling the world.’

‘Sounds good, baby girl.’

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spencersawkward · 4 years

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hi! today is my birthday (yeah, a day before his) and as a big fan of yours that i am, i know that you made a one-shot for his birthday, but could you do it like it would be if it was your first birthday with him? i reeeally appreciate and love your work! keep doing this, you're amazing! thank you!!

ok the daddy kink gotta go on pause bc we have an EMERGENCY called it's a baddie's birthday! 🥳 happy birthday babe i hope it's as special and lovely as can be! also thank you that made my day of course i'd be happy to write a one-shot like that :)

summary: reader reunites with Matthew for her birthday after his absence on a week-long trip.

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk.

word count: 3.8k

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after lighting my favorite candles on the bedside table and smoothing out the wrinkles on the bed, I climb onto the mattress and fold my legs up beneath me, criss-cross applesauce. there's a warm, peachy light that falls onto the white comforter, aureate and gentle when I straighten my spine.

I have spent my birthday so far dealing with tired limbs and people I don't like; the only good part so far was getting lunch with a couple of my friends, but something still feels absent.

that something is Matthew.

he's been in Los Angeles for a week, and I miss him like crazy. the apartment is cold and hollow without him in it, despite the numerous objects of his that decorate every nook and cranny. a star and moon mobile hangs above our bed, which sounds childish but actually is fun for both of us to look at when we're lying together at night.

our eyes always follow as the crescent and circle shapes cross each other in a slow circle while we talk. and every time he's gone, his side of the bed gets cold. I miss his mouth and the shape of his arms when they enfold me. I've never been much for showing affection, but I would cover him in kisses if we had all day together.

absence makes the heart grow fonder, I guess.

he's coming home tonight and I've been looking forward to it for days now. even our kitten, Clarisse, lifts her head every time someone in the hallway of the building passes. she likes to sit between us whenever she can.

I let my thoughts roam freely as I take deep breaths and center my mind. it's hard to reign in the joy I feel at the memory of him. I haven't had an orgasm since he left, not because I haven't had the motivation, but because Matthew has created a new rule.

neither of us can pleasure ourselves until we see each other again. technically, I suppose we could break the rule and there would be no ramifications-- but it's kinda fun, to be honest. every night he calls me, and every night he tiptoes around the things he wants to do when he gets home. he can always hear the shortness of my breath when he says anything erring on risqué, asking what I'm wearing or if I've been thinking of him. of course I've been thinking of him; my nights swell with apparitions of his touch, moving over my skin without any tangible reality.

it usually ends with him tsking and telling me to be patient while I dig my fingernails into the inside of my thighs, resisting every urge within me to get off to the sound of his voice. he does it so well, too. all deep and desirous when he tells me to be good.

even as I sit here on the bed, a tingling feeling starts in my stomach. I want him too badly, and waiting has been absolute torture. I remember two nights ago, when I was sitting in his favorite armchair with my knees tucked into my chest, speaking softly to him.

"what have you been up to?"

"nothing out of the ordinary: filming, drawing... thinking of you." he had said, the last three words igniting a flame in my stomach. I love to hear him say that.

"anything in particular?" I started to trace absent-mindedly over the skin of my calves.

"thinking about how good you'd look with your hands between your legs." his voice was somehow silky and raspy all at once, like the idea of it was arousing him. I bit my lip and squeezed my thighs together.

"stop tempting me."

"why?"

"you know damn well why." I giggled. he sighed on the other end of the line.

"I'm starting to hate this rule."

"you made it!" I argued, practically able to hear the mischievous little smile on his face.

"I know, but I wanna hear your noises."

"Matthew..." I blushed, even though he wasn't right in front of me.

"I can't wait to hear you scream that." the drop in his tone made goosebumps rise over my skin.

"are you hard right now?"

"maybe." he hesitated. I felt every cell in my body begging me to cheat our rule-- maybe bend it slightly-- but I hold true.

"get home, then, and I'll suck the soul out of you." I laughed a bit and heard him move in his seat.

"stop teasing."

"you're one to talk," I glanced out the window at the city glittering, full of so many people and empty of him. "I should go before we fuck this up for ourselves."

"no..." he whined like a needy puppy for a moment. "just talk to me normally."

"fine," I pretended to be disappointed. I didn't want to hang up, anyway. "do you wanna hear about my coworkers? that's guaranteed to eradicate all sexual thoughts."

...

he texts me half an hour later, as I blow out the wicks of my candles and watch the rest of the sun disappear. I love nighttime. he's on his way and I get butterflies, despite the fact that I already know what's coming.

instead of waiting giddily with Clarisse, I elect to take a hot shower and wash the day from my bones. I feel more at ease now that I've had some time to sit with my thoughts, although they've made me even more sexually frustrated.

it's only when I'm drying my hair and sitting in my new lingerie slip dress that relief walks through the door in the form of Matthew and a pizza from our favorite neighborhood place. I hear him come in, practically leap up and run into the living room.

"hi!" he greets, standing in the entryway with his suitcase and a scarf thrown casually around his neck. he shuts the door just in time for me to get to him.

"hi hi hi!" I attach myself like a parasite, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding him tightly.

"happy birthday, my sweet girl," he kisses the top of my head and lets out a chuckle at my affection. "can I set my stuff down, quick?" Clarisse brushes against his leg.

reluctantly, I disentangle myself and take the pizza box from his hands and carry it into the kitchen. he makes a high-pitched whistle noise as I walk away, bending over to greet our cat.

"liking the view." he jokes. I set down the box and return to him, removing his scarf and coat with something of an impatience.

"shut up," I laugh. he starts to kiss my cheekbone, smiles against my skin while I peel off the winter layers. he's got too many clothes on. "you didn't need to pick up a pizza."

"it's your special day-- I wanted to get you the finest cuisine in Manhattan." he replies sincerely. I bite back a grin and stare up at him, completely and utterly in love with his stupid turns of phrase.

"it's gonna get cold, though."

"why?" he frowns. I answer by pulling him in for a voracious kiss, cupping his face in my hands. after a moment of us pressing our torsos together, he grabs the backs of my thighs and I jump, letting him hold me up. one of his hands rests beneath my butt, squeezing the flesh while we embrace.

"you're gonna drop me if we don't get to the bedroom soon." I giggle into his mouth. he playfully smacks my ass and carries me into our favorite place, slamming the door shut with his foot and setting me down on the mattress. I smile at his perfect features, wanting to both tear into him and preserve this moment in time forever.

he climbs onto the bed, pushes my legs apart and runs his hands along the outside of my thighs to hitch up my slip. I raise my eyebrows but don't argue when he gathers the dress up around my waist and yanks my panties down.

"I've been thinking about your pussy all day." he kisses the skin above my knee, moving much too slowly up my legs while he holds them open. I feel my hips leave the bed in eagerness, and he glances at my core hungrily. "you're dripping, baby."

"don't make me wait any more." I roll my eyes and he places the flat of his hand over my center, barely stimulating me while pushing me down. he knows the effect it has from the tortured whine I release.

"the best things come with time." he winks and continues his open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs. his head is between my legs, but not nearly in the way I'd like it to be. I crave more; he knows it. he licks over a spot near my pussy and I moan.

"sensitive, huh?" he raises an eyebrow. I run my fingers through those unruly curls, tug.

"don't act as if you aren't just as turned on right now."

"delayed gratification is a skill, darling." he's smirking and it's driving me wild looking at him in this position, not doing anything. he peeks at my body again before meeting my eyes. "you're dragging this out by talking, by the way."

"oh my god." I throw my head back into the pillow, but go silent as he starts to resume his movements. finally, slowly, he licks up my entrance, pausing at my crest to flick his tongue. I gasp and look at him, his focus all on my face.

he rolls his mouth expertly over me, dipping between my folds to taste and releasing a greedy moan before starting to lap and play with it like he can't stop himself anymore. this time, when I grip his hair, I use it as leverage to grind against him. he feels so good, the sounds coming from my lips are truly unhinged.

"oh, shit, shit-- just like that." I choke out. every part of me clings to him. he wraps his hands around my thighs and yanks me down the bed so he can do more with me. every action with his tongue is like a delicious torture, him exploring all the parts of me as if he's never tasted them before. when he runs his teeth gently across my clit, I moan loudly.

"so hot, Matthew, god, please--"

he doesn't even stop to tease me at all. judging by the darkened irises and blown-out pupils, he's lost in his own world while he eats me out. I can feel the pads of his fingertips gripping onto my skin as if it's his only tether to reality. he behaves like someone inebriated, trying new tricks and thrusting his tongue into my entrance. I'm already close, and he can feel from the insistence of my sounds.

he pulls away for a second and I whine, but he puts two fingers over my clit and rubs me like crazy while he talks.

"is this what you wanted for your birthday, sweetheart? to cum?" his mouth is glistening with my essence, lips swollen, while he holds my gaze. I'm whimpering.

"we're gonna have dinner after this and then for dessert, I'm gonna give you what you want," he pants and I can see the erection straining against his clothes. "okay?"

"mhmm." I buck against his touch, which is bringing me closer with every passing second.

"I'm treating you until that little pussy can't take it anymore." he bites his lip and watches me squirm. I'm almost to the edge and I know what will finish me.

"I need your mouth." I beg him hopefully. Matthew grins.

"whatever you want, baby." and with that, he bends down again and replaces his talented fingers with his lips, flicking and running over my clit until I can feel my stomach tensing.

"fuck!" I cry out, rolling against his face and climaxing intensely. my eyes squeeze shut at the tightening of all my muscles. my skin is on fire as I clutch at my tits through the fabric of my dress and feel my back move off the bed. he's pulling my legs up so that he can work me through my orgasm at an angle, harshly sucking at it until I'm completely worn out.

he puts me down and I breathe deeply, try to settle the quickness of my pulse.

"how was that?" he asks, rubbing over my legs affectionately while I come down from my high.

"amazing." I sit up and start to tug at his belt in the hopes of undoing it, but Matthew removes my wrist and shakes his head. I peek up at him with a curious, disappointed expression.

"it's your day, remember?" he says it so lovingly with a slightly higher pitch than normal, soft and laced with kindness. I look at his erection, anyway, always wanting the sight of it.

"that can't be comfortable."

"oh, it's not." he laughs. I let him lift me off the bed and he guides me to the kitchen on my slightly weak legs. everything about him leaves me like that.

Matthew and I eat pizza and drink champagne while he tells me about his trip, about all the cool people he met and places he went to shoot. he shows pictures of the cast and him making silly faces, and a bakery he saw.

"all the pastries are named after amazing women," he grins and presents a photo of the interior, which is full of flowers and hues of rich blue. "so I obviously thought of you."

I smile through my bite of food, heart fluttering. he shows me a picture of a half-eaten cookie that has the silhouette of a woman on the front, sitting in a chair. it's very 1800's-looking.

"it's supposed to be Jane Austen."

"I'm jealous." I grin.

"I'll take you sometime." he puts his phone away and we go back to talking normally. I could watch his lips move forever, listen to his voice forever. there's a quality to his speech that is entirely unique, that draws me in and makes me want to claim him for life. I didn't know it was possible to want someone so completely.

I rant about the things I had to deal with today, and he chuckles at my naturally indignant tone. by the time I run out of steam, we're just sitting with pleased expressions on our faces. even when I'm angry about something that's happened earlier, he knows how to make me forget all about it.

"it would be fun for everyone to meet you." Matthew toys with the napkin in his lap. I sigh.

"as long as there's alcohol involved, sure."

"why?"

"they make me nervous!"

"you have no reason to be nervous," he shakes his head slowly. "they'll love you."

"that's the thing-- I want them to like me so badly, I'll do something to mess it up."

"you couldn't. you're adorable when you're shy." he reaches under the table and squeezes my knee reassuringly. I try to smile, but my stomach twists up at the thought. it's easy for Matthew; he's so uninhibited.

"you say that now, but it'll be a different story when I've managed to fall on my face in front of everyone."

he snorts. "okay, that would be kind of funny."

"hey!" but I'm hiding a smile.

"they'll love you," he keeps his hand on my leg as he looks at me. "you wanna know how I know?"

"how?" I wait patiently for his reply. he leans forward in his seat and beckons me closer.

"because you are the sweetest--" he kisses me. "smartest--" another peck. "funniest girl I know."

"stop." I deadpan as I turn my face away just enough for him to nuzzle my cheek with his nose as I laugh.

"not to mention the sexiest one, too." he whispers in my ear. I put my hand on his shoulder, intending to push him away playfully but finding myself not wanting to.

"I knew that's where you were gonna take that." I roll my eyes. his other hand has been creeping progressively up my thigh until his fingers brush my core. I suck in a breath, remembering that my panties are still in the bedroom.

"you want me to prove it to you?" he starts to stroke over me, gathering the wetness on his fingers that already waits for him. I let out a slight moan as he dips inside and curls his digits.

"mhmm."

he starts to finger me easily, adding a second and pumping them inside while I grip the edge of the table and watch his face concentrate on mine. he's rough and deep, the result of not having his own orgasm earlier. I can see the lust in his eyes like he can't wait to dive in. all that comes out of my mouth are chants of his name, begging for him as his thumb toys with my clit. my walls clench and his jaw hangs open with a slight smile.

"do that again." he says. I obey, squeezing my thighs around his wrist. he feels so good there, and he's not even doing that much. "god, I can't wait for you to do that on my cock."

"fuck me, then." I breathe.

"gladly," he removes his fingers so suddenly, I make a disappointed noise. "get on the table, sweetheart."

"the-- the table?" I glance down at the surface. he nods in complete seriousness. oh, wow.

we clear off the two plates and down the rest of our champagne, his lips capturing mine easily the second I turn around from putting them in the sink. he walks me back to the table, never breaking our contact, before I end up sitting on it. he's between my legs, pushing his hips to mine while he moves my dress up again.

I hum into his neck while he starts to grind against me, undoing his belt and breathing quickly in my ear. I can feel his length through the fabric, feel how desperate he is. I scoot closer to the edge and try to get more.

"are you sure you don't want me to suck your dick?" I peek at him. he tilts my face up and I feel myself sink into those dark circles around his eyes. my beautiful, haunted boy.

"I need to be inside you." he says it without an ounce of humor. every word weighted with desire as he holds me there. my insides feel like they've been electrified, nerves sparking. all I can do is nod fervidly and pull his shirt off.

he takes off his bottoms and stares back at me, stroking his cock while I trail my nails down his chest, abdomen, whatever I can find. he's so gorgeous, I want to leave marks just so I can make sure he's real. he rubs himself in my essence, then pushes the head inside.

"Matthew--" I bite down on his shoulder to silence myself as he stretches me out. it hasn't even been that long, but it feels like the first time. his head dropping down with a long, low groan of pleasure.

"I missed this." he sheathes himself inside, deep, and I feel my walls tightening around him. there's a pressure on my clit from the position we're in, too. I whine on it, letting myself wiggle impatiently.

"move." I whisper. he starts to withdraw, only about halfway, before going in again. I throw my head back at the force of his thrust, so greedy. he's groaning softly while he presses his mouth to my throat, the flutter of his breath over my skin causing shivers to run up and down my spine.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he starts to find a rhythm with my body. nails dig into his back as an anchor. the closeness of his chest to mine is comforting.

"do you know how hard it was not to get myself off, baby?" he says, the words threaded with a needy tone. I shake my head and pray he'll keep talking. "every night I'd think about you and I couldn't do anything about it."

"you could have." I taunt.

"this is better," he goes faster, clutching at my waist and legs to pull me closer. "so much better."

"yeah?" I giggle, although it's hard when he's pounding into me so hard. I cling tightly and try to meet his thrusts. he's hitting different angles within me that I didn't even know existed, tearing me apart in the absolute best way.

"I wanna be inside it all day." he moans. I'm scratching his back with the way we're working together, every word out of his mouth and the sounds he makes causing me to lose my mind. his fingers dig into my ass as he slams into me. the table shakes beneath.

"that feels so fucking good." I grab on and roll my hips against his. his hand moves to my shoulder to push the straps of my dress down.

"let me see you," he tugs them until my tits are out, at which point he grabs my waist and pulls me against him, moaning loudly at the feeling. "pretty girl."

I can feel the tidal wave building within me, the seconds that gather into one wild, exquisite torrent of pleasure. the knot in my stomach tightens as he fucks me.

"I'm gonna cum." tears prick the back of my eyes. he's working my figure so perfectly, I can barely see. my legs are shaking before I even reach the culmination.

"good." he gets erratic as he imagines how pleasurable it'll be to have me clenching around him, and I sink below the surface. my hips jerk and I cry out like it's my last time being with him, his name pouring from my mouth. Matthew speeds up.

"so... tight--" he shudders. "oh fuck-- that's it, baby, that's it."

he spills inside and it prolongs our orgasms, both of us breathing hard while I remove my arms from his shoulders and lean back on my hands against the table, him still thrusting gently into me while we hold eye contact.

when he's finished, he removes himself from me and then we're just there, looking at each other with love all over our faces.

"happy birthday, Y/N." he grins.

"can you give me one more gift?" I bite my lip. he frowns.

"oh, I have several gifts for you in my suitcase--" he starts to say with a laugh, then sees that I'm not referring to anything tangible. "yes, anything."

"can you Clorox this table, please?"

Matthew kisses my cheek. "of course."

#matthew gray gubler smut #mgg ask #mgg oneshot

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luxekook · 4 years

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chapter nine.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 4.6k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, chaotic energy, nerd jokes, increasing difficulty navigating new poly relationship, mention of previous unhealthy relationship [manipulation, deceit], more angst than usual, mention of violent intent, smut [dom/sub themes, mention of voyeurism and the Kama Sutra, fingering, jin is thirsty, mention of oral, things get ~hot~ in the kitchen and i ain’t talkin’ about the pancakes (although those do get burned)]

I wish I could say I woke up to the sound of birds chirping in the brisk morning air. But, instead, I’m jolted awake by the sound of what seems to be an entire fleet of pots and pans falling to the ground followed by an incoherent scream.

Shifting slightly as my heartbeat tries to settle itself, I realize that Yoongi is curled up around me, still sound asleep. I guess it makes sense; he’s used to living in a frat house. A stampede of elephants outside his window probably could not wake him.

Gently, I shimmy my way out of Yoongi’s hold. He mutters some garbled nonsense that sounds like “give me back my plushie”, but I can’t be sure. If no one else is going to wake up to check on whatever is going down in the kitchen, I will.

The room is cold outside of Yoongi’s embrace. Shivering, I quickly tug off Hobi’s shirt and switch it with the pink fluffy sweatshirt that I suspect belongs to Jin. Much better, I think, as the softness of the fabric surrounds me from the tips of my fingers to the tops of my knees.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I quietly head down to the kitchen. I am so unprepared for the sight I’m suddenly faced with.

Kim Seokjin stands facing away from me while flipping pancakes and humming an unidentifiable melody. He is shirtless. The expanse of back that I’m faced with has me stopped in my tracks, gaping at the smoothness of his tanned skin. It’s only after a few moments that I realize he has what seems to be an apron tied at his neck and his waist.

“Good morning, Jin,” I greet him when my ability to speak returns. I move closer towards him with the intentions of wrapping my arms around him and snuggling into the broad expanse of his shoulders.

My intent fails as Jin shrieks and spins to face me. His arms flap wildly in the air and the spatula in his hand launches a pancake right towards me. By the grace of god, I manage to catch the flying pancake and take a bite.

“Mmm!” I ignore his continued display of fright as I indulge in the deliciousness that is breakfast food, “This is so good, Jinie.”

Finally recovering after 84 years of being extra, Jin pouts, “Of course it’s good. I made it!” He huffs, crossing his arms across his chest. I watch enraptured as his biceps flex. He really is too good looking. Jin continues, “And why did you have to scare me like that? My poor, handsome soul almost left my body, (y/n)!”

“Oh, no,” I purr, moving towards him. “What can I do to make you forgive me?”

He blinks, seeming to take me in for the first time. His warm brown eyes turn molten as they take in the sight of his sweatshirt on my body. Slowly, his arms uncross and extend towards me.

And that’s when I see it.

“Your apron does not say “Chef’s Kiss” with an arrow pointing up,” I slap his hands away and grab the front of his apron to bring him closer.

“Of course it does,” Jin grins, “Look at these lips, babe. They are completely ‘chef’s kiss’, and they also give exceptional chef’s kisses… Would you like one?”

“Unfortunately,” I mumble and then lunge for his mouth. His hands grip my hips, hiking up the sweatshirt to dig into the flesh of my ass.

Meanwhile, I’m in heaven, running my own hands down his back. I rake my fingernails gently down and revel in the shudder that moves through him.

“Babe,” Jin whines into my mouth, “I’m going to burn the pancakes.”

“Bold of you to assume they aren’t already burnt,” I reply, glancing over his shoulder at the smoking pancakes.

“Fuck!” Jin yelps, leaping out of my hold. Quickly turning off the heat, he shoots me an amused glare, “You distracted me!”

I laugh, “Are you saying you didn’t like it?”

He pauses, “No, but it’s not fair how you can waltz down here looking like that in my shirt when we all heard you last night!”

My eyebrows shoot up. They all had heard me and Yoongi? Why hadn’t they said anything? Honestly, I didn’t think we had been that loud, but maybe Yoongi had made me more vocal than usual with his talented mouth.

The more I think about it, the hotter it is to picture the six of them all pressed against the wall, straining to hear the moans as they had left my mouth as Yoongi’s tongue had slid inside me.

“You all heard what?” I move towards him slowly as he cowers slightly against the counter, “Tell me.”

“W-we,” Jin’s voice breaks and he swallows, “We heard you moaning and talking dirty to Yoongi. It was so fucking hot, baby. Some of us wanted to barge in, but Joon wouldn’t let us. God, it made me so hard listening to you come.”

The heat of his words blazes over my skin. “Did you touch yourself thinking about it, Jin?” I cock my head to the side as I teasingly gaze up at him. My hands slowly untie the apron from around his torso.

“No,” Jin shook his head as my hands ghosted across his now-bare chest, “Hobi sucked me off.”

Damn, that visual would fuel my own fantasies for weeks. “And did that help?” I ask as my hand dips lower, brushing over the growing bulge in his sweats.

“For like two seconds,” He sighs as my palm slightly puts pressure on the place he needs it most, “We were too turned on by the thought of getting to touch you, to taste you… No matter what we did, it couldn’t erase the picture our minds conjured up.”

“You want to touch me, Seokjin?” I place a kiss on his neck, “I won’t stop you.”

“(Y/n), baby,” Jin’s hands clench at his sides, “I want to touch you everywhere. I feel like you know that, but I just need to make sure that you do.”

A smirk slides across my face, “I had a feeling you did, so feel away, my young padawan.”

Jin shakes his head in mock disappointment, “First, I am your elder. Second, please, I’m begging you. Don’t bring Star Wars into this.”

I grin and lean closer to him, “So, you don’t want to invade my rebel base with your star destroyer?”

Jin lets out a squeaky laugh, “(Y/n)!” There is just something about Kim Seokjin that makes me go feral - even at the ass crack of dawn. He stares down at me with his pink flushed cheeks and his rosy red lips and his bewildered but affectionate expression.

I have no choice but to swing my arms around his neck and kiss the shit out of him for the second time that morning. This time, it gets hot right away.

With my previous go-ahead, Jin’s hands wind their way once again up my hips. They, however, do not stop to grab my ass this time. Instead, one hand remains steady on my hip, and the other hooks under my underwear.

The first stroke of his finger is tentative, almost like he is afraid I might crumble under his touch. But, I’m too much for that. “Jin,” I bite his lip and tug gently before releasing it, “Fuck me with your fingers.”

A rumble moves up his chest as he obeys, pushing a finger deep inside me. “Damn, baby,” He curses and begins to move his finger in and out of my pussy, “You feel so good, so fucking wet.”

I’m in heaven as Jin adds another finger, pushing both in and out of me while his thumb flicks over my clit every so often. His movements are precise, his fingers sliding over that spot inside me with ease. I send an unspoken thank you to all the girls that (literally) came before me and that led Jin to know the female anatomy so intimately.

Losing myself in the building bliss, I run my nails down the expanse of Jin’s broad shoulders. It is, after all, free real estate.

Jin moans into my mouth as I continue to gently tease him with my fingertips, intermittently switching between light touches and harder drags. Taking advantage of his open mouth, I twine my tongue with his and then suck on it lightly.

“(Y/n),” Jin groans, his fingers slowing their thrusts, “Are you trying to torture me?”

“Yes,” I nod, “That should have been obvious. Now, make me come, and I might end your punishment early.”

“Ah, so that’s what this is,” Jin offers me a shit-eating smile, “Well, if all your punishments consist of me being knuckle-deep in your pussy, sign me up for an unlimited membership to your dungeon.”

I slap his ass hard. Ignoring his yelp, I repeat the motion and grin when his hips reflexively thrust forward, his hardness pressing up against me. “Oh, does my baby like that?” I murmur, rubbing his ass to ease the sting.

Jin’s head drops to rest on my shoulder, his face pressed into my neck. I vaguely feel him nod before his fingers begin to thrust in and out of me harder than they had before.

My hand winds up to thread my fingers through his hair. I tug him closer to me as Jin’s pillowy lips kiss and nibble at my neck. His hand that previously had been resting on my hip slides up to palm my breast, squeezing it lightly.

My head falls back as my orgasm builds. His fingers continue to pound into me as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Fuck, Jin,” I moan, “I’m so close. Make me come all over you.”

My words seem to have their desired effect on Jin as his fingers curl inside me, his thumb circling my clit, his hand squeezing my breast. I come hard, my hips grinding down on his hand shamelessly.

“Yes, baby,” Jin smiles into the crevice of my neck, “Give it to me. Give me all–” He gets cut off by a third party before he can finish.

“God almighty… Really, you two? Again?” Jin and I blink owlishly at Namjoon as he pads into the kitchen. He looks like he can’t decide whether to be pissed or to be amused by what Jin and I must look like.

Jin slips his hand out of me and holds it up in the air with the other, “It isn’t what it looks like, Joon!” However, he ruins his lie not a second later when he notices his fingers are coated in my wetness and immediately shoves them into his mouth.

Namjoon sighs, massaging his temples and looking like he had given up. I just shake my head at Jin as the boy licks his fingers clean, “Kim Seokjin, you’re incorrigible.”

“You love it,” Jin boasts; and, unfortunately, he is correct. He continues, “Now, let me drink straight from the source.”

“She’s not fucking Fiji water, Jin!” Namjoon rolls his eyes, pushing past Jin to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“Of course not,” Jin’s eyes twinkle mischievously, “(Y/n)’s not that pure.”

I crack up and thrust my hand out to meet Jin’s in a high-five. He laughs along with me, lacing his fingers through mine and bringing my hand close so he can brush a light kiss on my knuckles.

“I really should finish breakfast before the rest of the herd arrives,” Jin murmurs, tugging me to his chest and placing a kiss on my head. I melt into his arms at his sweetness. “Now, go say ‘good morning’ to Joon.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I laugh, pouting up at him, “I’ll say ‘good morning’ to Joon because that’s my choice.”

Seokjin shakes his head, his lips pursed in a small smile, “You’re really something, aren’t you…”

I don’t have time to ponder that statement before I’m whisked away by two hands circling my waist, pulling me to another firm chest. “You took too long,” Namjoon murmurs into my hair.

He is all pressed up against me, his arms around my waist. There’s just something about Namjoon that feels safe and comforting. I shift around so that I can snuggle further into his chest. “Good morning,” I breathe him in. He smells really fucking good, like expensive whisky and pine trees.

“Sleep well?” I can hear the playful lilt in Namjoon’s voice.

I pull back slightly, narrowing my eyes up to meet Namjoon’s amused dark ones, “Yes, Yoongi took great care of me, as I’m sure you heard.”

Jin chortles from over by the stove where he flips a perfectly golden brown pancake in the air.

Namjoon grins outright at my sass, “Baby, you weren’t exactly quiet in ordering him around.”

“You could have joined at any point,” I shrug, “I would have ordered you around, too.”

“Me?” Namjoon chuckles darkly, “I would like to see you try.”

“You would, wouldn’t you?” I murmur, running my hands down his chest to rest right above the hem of his shorts. “Big, bad Kim Namjoon: college senior, fraternity president… You must have so many responsibilities.” I place a hot kiss on his neck, “It’s only natural that you want to take a break, to let me take care of you.”

Namjoon actually seems to be considering it as I continue to kiss up his neck to come to a halt a breath from his plush lips. “I can’t say I’m not tempted,” Namjoon rasps out, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.

“Obviously,” I roll my eyes, “I’m basically saying I’ll get you off. Of course you’re tempted.”

Joon’s hand slaps my ass, and it sends a rush of pleasure through me after having come so hard on Jin’s fingers. “There’s that wicked mouth again,” Joon says lowly, his thumb presses against my lips, “I wonder what it will look like around my—”

“Wow, Jiminie! I didn't know we were going to get breakfast and a show this morning!” Taehyung barges into the kitchen with Jimin trailing behind him, his face puffy with sleep. I wink at Joon before nipping slightly at his thumb and pulling away from him.

The second I’m out of Joon’s hold, I have two more boys hugging me on either side. Jimin is basically hanging onto me for dear life, his face shoved in my neck - a position that seems to be his favorite. Meanwhile, Taehyung is peppering my cheek with kisses and grinning down at me.

“Well, someone sure is a morning person,” I mumble, trying my best to show affection to both boys at once.

“How could I not be a morning person when I wake up and get to see you?” Taehyung beams at me. Jimin grumbles at Tae’s cheesiness, nuzzling his nose into my neck. I blink, wondering if I would need sunglasses around both Tae and Hobi now.

Speaking of, the other boys trail into the kitchen one by one - drawn in by the growing aroma of breakfast. Hobi looks adorably disheveled and pouts when he notices I changed out of his shirt. Somehow managing to extract myself from the two inseparable boys that clung to me, I ruffle Hobi’s hair and kiss his cheek.

“Morning, Hoseok,” I smile at my sunshine, “How did you sleep?”

He hugs me tightly as he seems to still be half asleep, “I slept great, but would have slept better with you in my arms.” His mumbled words are barely audible, but I catch them.

“Maybe next time,” I rub his back soothingly, “But I do seem to have quite a queue.”

And I didn’t even mean just for sleeping, I mean literally right now as I look over Jungkook and Yoongi standing in single file behind where I have Hobi wrapped in my arms. Jimin is also trying and failing to stealthily get back in line for another hug from me.

Hobi looks over his shoulder and scowls at the other boys, “Get lost, losers. This one’s mine.”

I burst out laughing, “Jung Hoseok! I didn't know we were exclusive. This is such news.”

My words are meant as a joke, but the room quiets after they fall from my lips. Blinking, I slowly break away from Hoseok to take a glance around at the seven of them. The boys all seem to be communicating solely through eye contact.

“Okay,” I put my hands on my hips, “I don’t speak silent e-boy. What’s going on?”

“What’s an e-boy?” Jungkook whispers to Yoongi who just shakes his head sadly, knowing full well that the youngest was peak e-boy.

“Well?” I narrow my gaze on the weakest link. Taehyung is practically vibrating and looks ready to cave at any moment. “Oh, Taehyungie,” I sing, my voice deceptively soft, “Please, won’t you tell your noona what’s happening?”

“We all want to be exclusive!” Taehyung bursts out immediately, drawing glares and groans from the other six boys.

“Goddamnit, Tae!” Jin yells, “We were going to make it nice!”

“Fuck off, Jin-hyung!” Taehyung fires back, “It’s not my fault! She was looking at me like she wanted to eat me!”

As the two bicker back and forth, I look around at the rest of them. Jungkook is staring at me anxiously, his hands wring together in front of him. It’s almost as if he fears I might disappear if he looks away.

Jimin has his arm linked through Jungkook’s, ever the opportunist for skinship. He nibbles his lower lip as he looks at me with blatant hope and a touch of nervousness.

Yoongi slouches against the kitchen counter, his sharp eyes watching me closely. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, and I just know he’s thinking about last night…

Hobi still stands beside me, gazing down at me with intense interest. His pinky hooks onto my own, and I almost melt at the cuteness of it.

Finally, my eyes land on Namjoon. His arms are folded as he stares me down from his deceptively lazy recline against the kitchen island. I know better. Nothing about Namjoon is ever lazy.

“Interesting,” I finally hedge, making my way over to the kitchen table to sit down, “So you’re saying I would need to break it off with the rest of my harems? Damn, I was starting to really like EXO…”

“Noona,” Jungkook whines, “We’re being serious!”

The rest of the boys - minus Jin - follow my lead, sitting down around me at the table. The oldest sets down a tray with an overwhelmingly tall stack of pancakes. The table had already been set with plates and silverware and any topping that one could want on their pancakes - including some questionable options. Is that hot sauce I see over there?

I wait for Jin to settle before I address them. “Okay, sorry, sorry. Humor is my coping mechanism of choice, sue me. So what does this whole exclusivity proposition entail?”

“It’s not a proposition,” Jimin pouts, “It’s a proposal.” He must catch the glint in my eye because he cuts me off before I can make a joke, “Don’t even say it, (y/n).”

I zip my lips and pretend to throw the key over my shoulder. However, my Jinie doesn’t let me down.

Jin grabs a pancake with his bare hands and walks over to me. Getting down on one knee, he extends the pancake towards me with a flourish. “(Y/n),” He booms, “Will you accept this pancake as a symbol of our delicious and wholesome intent to court you? Will you give us the distinct honor of dating only you - and you only dating us?”

I purse my lips, attempting to hide my pleased smile, and fail. Pretending to summon the imaginary key from where I threw it earlier, I unzip my lips, steadfastly ignoring the collective groan over me and Jin’s dramatics. “Well,” I reply, “I can’t say no to pancakes.”

“Ha!” Jin yells in triumph, jumping up to address the rest of the relieved boys, “Bow down, you fools. I saved the day!”

“You didn’t save shit, Jin,” Yoongi shakes his head, “(Y/n) probably already figured this was going to come up and thought it over beforehand.”

“You ain’t wrong,” I nod, biting into the pancake my acceptance had earned me. “Why do you think I let y’all touch me so much over the past 24 hours?”

“We didn’t want to jinx it, noona,” Jungkook stares at me with stars in his eyes, “I’m so happy I get to date you now. We’re going to have so much fun! Oh, I need to make a list of all the things I want to do with you!”

“Just read the Kama Sutra, JK,” Hobi interjects with an innocent smile. My jaw practically hits the floor.

My sweet Hobi? Mentioning the sex bible? In this economy? Under this roof?

Jungkook turns a pretty shade of red, “That’s not what I meant, hyung!”

I finally recover, never one to pass up an opportunity to tease my baby boy. “You can borrow my copy, Jungkookie. It’s very informative.”

Jungkook yelps, “(Y/n)-noona!” He shoves his face into Namjoon’s shoulder in an attempt to hide. The older boy just smiles and pats Jungkook’s head gently.

“Okay, so how is this going to work?” I ask, thinking about the logistics of the situation. I had been in a few relationships before, and those had required a lot of communication with just two people involved. This is a whole different level with eight of us.

Would we all go out together all the time? Would I have separate dates with each of them? Would they still have dates without me? Would they be more open with me about their own relationship with each other? Would they still fuck each other without me? Would I fuck them separately? Would we eventually all fuck? Together?

“We’ll still keep it private,” Namjoon shrugs, “Just like our relationship has always been but with you added.”

My stomach drops. I hadn't considered this. In all my hypothetical scenarios thought out in the wee hours of the morning, it had never occurred to me that they wouldn't want to be public with me. Perhaps that had been stupid of me. Perhaps I had been too caught up in the thrill of it all.

It seems my silence speaks volumes as the boys exchange worried glances. Taehyung grips my hand tightly, pleading, “Noona, you understand that, right? Please, say something.”

“I-I guess I don’t understand fully,” I manage to blurt out. “The seven of you are well-known and loved across campus. Do you really think that going public would affect that?”

“It’s not just campus. It’s our families, our friends, our futures that we are concerned about,” Yoongi answers, “We’re scared that we’ll jeopardize everything we’ve worked so hard for.”

“Just because you love more than one person?” I furrow my eyebrows, “Yes, it’s unconventional, but it’s still just love. How can anyone be mad at that?”

The boys are quiet.

“There used to be eight of us,” Namjoon sighs after a short while, “When me, Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi were beginning college and Jimin, Tae and Jungkook were finishing up their senior year, we still had her.”

“Nikki,” Hoseok whispers, “I thought we weren’t going to talk about her anymore?”

“No,” Jin shakes his head, “(Y/n) deserves to know this.” He nods at Namjoon to continue.

“We grew up with her, too.” Joon frowns, “She was one of us. She said she loved us - all of us. But, it turns out she didn’t.”

“Nikki tried to separate us.” My heart breaks as a tear slides down Jimin’s cheek. “She told me that none of the boys loved me - that only she did,” Jimin’s voice cracks. Taehyung is quick to hug Jimin close to him.

“Luckily, Jimin came to us with his doubts before doing anything,” Yoongi scowls, “I don’t think I had ever been so angry.”

“We confronted her when we were all home on break,” Jin’s hands are clenched in fists, “She tried to deny everything, saying that Jimin made things up. But we knew she was lying by how upset Jimin was, and by how increasingly desperate her excuses became.”

“Finally, she admitted it,” Namjoon shakes his head, “And then she said a whole lot of other things that hurt along with a bunch of threats to expose us.”

Okay, who is this girl? If I ever met her, I would not hesitate to go for the knees.

“She hasn't followed through with anything,” Yoongi scoffs, “But she goes here now, and we haven’t had the courage to risk anything.”

“She goes here?” My tone is ice cold as I slowly stand up, “What’s her address?”

“Noona!” Jungkook chokes out a laugh, “No! Sit down.”

I huff, plopping down in my seat and folding my arms, “If I ever meet a girl named Nikki, it’s on sight. How dare she?”

It seems the madder I become, the more amused the boys get. I eye them angrily, “Why are you all smiling at me? I’m serious! Manipulation? Threats? That is not okay, especially when it's done to you.”

The seven of them are grinning outright now. “Will you stop leering at me? I’m about to flip this university upside down to avenge y’all, and you’re just smiling?”

Jimin beams over at me, his eyes still watery. “(Y/n)-noona,” He preens, “You really do like us, don’t you?”

“She’s so protective of us already,” Taehyung smirks.

“Forget Iron Man,” Jungkook giggles, “We have Iron Noona.”

I groan, placing my head in my hands, “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“Idiots that you li-i-ike,” Jin sings. How is he even the oldest?

“I guess that makes me the biggest idiot of all,” I mutter before straightening to address them fully. “Alright, I can see where you are coming from now. Thank you for trusting me enough to share that with me. I guess we can keep things private for now, but I only ask that we can revisit this later. I’ve already accepted that people would not understand the nature of our relationship, but I know that I have too much love to give you all to care. Now, I just need you to feel that, too. I want to show you that you can trust me with more than just your secrets but with your full selves.”

The boys are quiet for a moment before Jimin loudly pushes his chair back and practically launches himself into my lap. His shoulders shake. “Oh, baby,” I whisper as I rub my hand in soothing circles across his back.

“Thank you, noona,” Jimin’s voice is small but sincere.

“Don’t thank me for something that you deserve and have always deserved.”

Jimin doesn't answer, simply nodding into my neck. I take that as a start.

Returning my gaze to the rest of them, I smile, “Okay, like I said, we keep it private - at least at first. What else should I know about this relationship I’m getting into? Does Taehyung have a time-out corner that y’all send him to? Does Jin have a limit to how many bad jokes he can deliver in one day? Does Yoongi have a mandatory amount of hours he needs to spend out of bed?”

Two out of the three boys that I just named let out yells of indignation. The third just rolls his eyes.

The rest of the boys laugh, and I know that things will be okay.

And I’m right - at least for a little while.

a/n: hope y’all enjoyed,,,, the drama is heatin’ up hehe

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The Ties That Bind Us - Part 5

Summary: When your past comes back to haunt you, who will prevail? Hunting had been your life since your were 4 years old. The monsters that started you on that path were resurfacing, and you knew what you had to do. But nothing is ever truly secret, and nothing is ever that cut and dry with the Winchester’s in tow.

A/N: This is a new one that is coming from a few requests. I’m not going to post the actual requests because…well because it would spoil the story line and I’m pretty into this one.

Words: 2328

Warnings: Trauma, medical terminology, stress, hospital waiting room

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

My toes had been resting in the sand, fully submerged in the ocean saltwater, for hours. The chair I lounged in had sunk to the point that my seat was resting on the sand and was just beginning to cover the side rails. I could feel the warming rays of the sun on my skin, and I basked in the comfort of my parents sitting on either side of me.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees and lazily dragging my fingertips over the surface of the water. I planted my feet and began pushing myself up to a standing position. Having been sitting so close to the ground, it took no shortage of effort to get myself upright.

“So, what’s it gonna be, baby girl?” My father questioned me from his seat in the sand. Running my hands through my salt-air blown hair, I took a deep breath.

“I don’t know.” Looking out over the water, I crossed my arms over myself, hugging my elbows. I looked over at my mother, her ever-smiling face looking up at me.

“They’ll be here before you know it,” she said soothingly. I scrunched my eyebrows together quizzically, confused once more. “The boys. The Winchester’s.” Her answer was matter of fact. I hadn’t considered them, having been too elated to immerse myself in the bubble of happiness and relief that was my family being given back to me.

“Dean,” I whispered, drawing my eyes back out to the water as the pit of my stomach dropped out.

I heard my father chuckling behind me. “That boy’s a good nut. A little marred on the outside, mind you, and completely oblivious at that. But he’s a good nut.” My arms loosened and I felt my shoulders relax as I allowed myself a laugh.

“He really is.” My words were tinged with a hint of sadness. I could picture his face. The panic that was etched into it, his wide green eyes staring at me, pleadingly, assuring me that I was going to be fine.

“Hummingbird,” my mother’s voice pulled me from my thoughts of him. “I’ve known you for your entire life. From the first fluttering of your feet in my belly, and every second since. I’ve seen you grow into this beautiful woman, inside and out. But honey,” she paused briefly, taking a breath. “I’ve never seen you as happy as you are when you’re with that boy.”

Her kind eyes seemed to be able to see right through me and directly into my heart, if not my soul.

“But mom,” I whined. “I just got you back.” She reached out and held her hand open, gesturing for mine. I placed my hand gingerly into hers, feeling the prickling of tears coming to my eyes.

“I know, Y/N. I know. But you’ll never lose us.” She looked over at my father, her smile growing. “We’re always with you. And we’ll be here whenever you’re ready.”

I knelt into the wet sand in front of her, the waves lapping at my legs as my jeans quickly soaked through. “What if I want to stay?”

“Then you stay. But it’s up to you, baby girl,” my father answered nonchalantly.

“I think I’ll just go for a walk. Clear my head a little, okay?”

They both nodded back to me in response, as I began walking down the beach, my bare feet pressing into the sand with every step.

“Trap a reaper? Dean, are you insane?” Sam was yelling, his voice full of incredulity.

Dean gave no answer, just stared at his brother expectantly.

“No, Dean, this is crazy. We aren’t doing this!”

Dean stepped quickly over to his brother, gathering the front of his shirt in his fists as he pushed Sam against the wall behind him violently.

“Insane?” Dean’s voice was shaky and manic. “This is what we do, Sam!”

“No,” Sam responded calmly. “It’s what we’ve always done, and it never ends well.” He kept an even keel, ignoring the rage and sadness that were circling within him. He understood his brother’s actions but didn’t want to encourage them if he could help it.

“It ends with our family together, Sam. That’s all that matters here!” Dean’s fingers relaxed as he released his grip on Sam’s shirt and took a step back.

Sam’s face dropped. “Y/N wouldn’t want this, and you know it.”

“Well, she’s not here, is she?” Dean’s yelling attracted the attention of the nurse that had been sitting at the computer at her station. She looked up at them with judgmental eyes. “Sir!” Her voice rang out with authority.

“Sorry,” Dean answered, calming his voice down slightly but not breaking his eye contact with Sam.

They stared at each other, neither willing to back down. “I’ll do it alone,” Dean stated softly. He grabbed the bag that he had set down on the chairs and stormed down the hall. Ducking into the first bathroom that he could find, he closed the door behind him, quickly throwing the lock.

It didn’t take him long to get everything set up. Trap symbol painted, crucifix in the bottom of the mortar, ore, hemlock, what else? What am I missing? Dean went through the recipe in his head making sure he had everything just right. Finally, he dragged the blade of his pocketknife across his left palm, letting his blood begin to drip into the concoction as he threw a lit match down into it.

“O theris tes, caleo se cai deo.” He chanted the incantation and held his breath, praying that he’d done everything correctly.

“Really, Winchester? You’re summoning us into a washroom now?” The reaper who Dean recognized as Jessica was indignant. “What is it this time?” She threw her hands up in the air, disgusted, and attempted to walk away from him. Her foot faltered, hitting the edge of the symbol he had painted on the floor.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Her irritation was tangible.

“Not quite,” Dean answered with just a hint of casual jest. “I need your help.”

“You usually do.” Jessica was full of indignation. “What is it this time? Running from some big bad? Need to take a stroll through the land of the dead? What could it possibly be now?” Her anger was blazing, and though he would never admit it, Dean found himself intimidated by the reaper.

“Y/N,” Dean said by way of explanation. But the reaper gave no response, simply shrugged her shoulder and lifted her palms to the ceiling.

“What about her?”

“I need you to bring her back. Work a miracle, pull her back from hell, I don’t care.” He swallowed, his throat closing with pent up emotion. “Whatever it takes to bring her back. Just do it.”

“There’s always a price, Dean.” Her amusement was clear, both in her speech and body language, as she was now standing with one foot to the side, propping her right hip higher than the other as she stroked her chin.

“Name it. I’ll pay it.” His caramel-apple eyes began to tear as he struggled to hold them back.

“Oh Dean, Dean, Dean. Always so willing to die for those you love.” Jessica smiled, a devilishly delighted grin.

“We have a deal or not?” His gravelly voice enunciated his seriousness.

“I haven’t even told you what I would require,” she droned. “Have some patience,” she spat at him in staccato as her grim smile quickly fell into a severe and intense glare.

“I told you to name it, I don’t care. Just tell me what you want!”

She hesitated, lightly pacing across the two or three feet that she had been granted. Suddenly, she stopped in the center of the mark, her head snapping up to Dean and that same devilish grin slowly drawing itself across her face.

“What?” Dean’s demand was loud, hoping to show her the urgency of the matter.

“Nothing,” she said, succinctly and sweetly, her arms crossed in front of her.

“Nothing? You’re saying you want nothing in return? What’s the catch?”

“Call it a get out of jail free card, Dean.”

He looked at her incredulously. “I don’t get it, why would you do it for nothing?”

“Because you, Dean Winchester, will be in my debt. And I will hold that debt until it is paid in full. You can count on it. But for now,” She held her hands up, opening up her fingers as if demonstrating their emptiness. “For now, I want nothing. But you will come when I call,” she looked down at the trap before making eye contact with him again. “And I will call.”

Dean paused, considering the offer and turning it over in his mind. “Done.”

There was a knock at the door, startling Dean momentarily. “In a minute,” he yelled, waving the would-be-intruder off.

“We have a deal, then?”

Dean nodded in response, leaning down and scraping away the edge of the painted symbol. By the time he stood back up, Jessica was gone. He could only hope she would make good on it.

I walked down the beach, enjoying the feel of the warm sand between my toes and the water lapping at my feet. But internally, my mind raced. Getting my parents back was life changing. Or I guess, afterlife changing. I hadn’t seen then in decades, and yet being with them felt so natural. As if no time had passed at all. Each time my mother called me Hummingbird, the nickname I’d had since I was just kicking her bladder around in-utero, my heart soared. Each grunt or chuckle from my father sent delight through me. And yet, I felt as though I was in an impossible situation.

The Winchester’s were there. Undoubtedly working through the job, or on their way to another. Could I leave them? Could I really be truly happy knowing that I may never see them again? May never see Dean again? The thought brought a sob from my mouth as I moved my hand up, running my fingers over my mouth.

A seagull flew past me, cawing as it went, drawing my attention back behind me. I had walked farther than I had realized. I could just make out my parents as they sat in their chairs, their silhouettes small and distant. Taking a moment, I faced the ocean again, feeling the slow drag as my feet sank into the sand more with each caress of the water. I could remember my mother taking me to beaches as a child. We would both sink, giggling at the loud smacking sounds that were created when we pulled our feet out.

Smiling to myself, I looked back over towards my family and began walking again. But out of seemingly nowhere, my path was impeded by a person. A woman with long red hair and defined cheekbones stared at me, her face unreadable, wearing a long black trench coat.

“Let’s go,” she said, matter-of-factly as she pulled her black gloves off her hands, one finger at a time.

“What?” I shook my head, confused.

Her deep sigh did nothing to endear her to you, let alone to explain who she was. “You’re not the easiest soul to find up here, ya know. It took no shortage of effort on my part. Effort I should not be extending to begin with.” Both of her gloves were off now, as she looked me in the eyes, unblinking but the corners of her mouth seemed to draw up, as though she wanted to smile but thought better of it.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Jessica.”

I waited for an explanation that clearly was not coming voluntarily. “Jessica who?”

“Y/N, we really don’t have time for this.” She sighed through her sentence, obviously irritated.

“Maybe you don’t, but I have all the time in the world apparently.” My aversion to authority had kicked in and being pushed around by a stuck-up stranger did not bode well for it ending anytime soon.

“Jessica. Reaper. Here to whisk you back to the land of the living as instructed.” She rolled her eyes, clearly resentful.

“Instructed by whom?” She looked at me blankly, as if to tell me that my question as asinine.

“He didn’t.” My eyes were wide and felt as though they might burst out of my sockets.

“Like I said,” she began. “We don’t have much time. It’s now or never, kid.”

My eyes drifted over to my parents, my heart feeling as though it would break, as I felt Jessica’s cold hard fingertip press against my forehead and my vision went black.

To be continued….

Part Six

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Aizawa - You Deserve Happiness Too Sensei (Part 2)

Part 1:

Aizawa

Rating: Smut

Part 2

You Deserve Happiness Too Sensei

After 5 minutes of self-doubt and 3 shots of vodka later, Aizawa finally had the confidence to come up to you. You were currently sitting alone at a table watching you best friends socialize, Aizawa saw his chance. He walked over, choosing to go around the room instead of through the mob of people.

“Weren’t you the one telling me to enjoy myself?” You jumped, you had assumed after Yamada that he was done talking with you. A smile crossed your face when you saw it was Aizawa, “I am enjoying myself Sensei, I just needed to sit down for a while.” Aizawa chuckled, the way you slipped up and called him Sensei was adorable and arousing to him. “Well then do you mind if I accompany you?” he asked and you nodded happily.

He sat next to you, the two of you making pleasant conversation as the night progressed. You had seen the all-knowing smirk that Miruko gave you when she saw the two of you together, and had opted to leave you with him for the rest of the night, literally.

“Hey Eraser,” you both turned your head to see you best friend, dressed in a stunning silver dress standing by the foot of your table. “Hello Miruko,” Aizawa greeted as the bunny heroin hatched her plan. “Look I need to go, and generally Y/n and I make sure the other gets home safe. Could you be a gentleman and escort her home for me?” Miruko smirked when your face went red, “Rumi I’m not drunk, I can make it home by myself.” You huffed, more because you knew why she was asking. Miruko waved you off, “We had drinks before we even got here, and I’m not taking the risk. Please Aizawa.”

Aizawa pretended to think it over before nodding, and Miruko smiled happily before leaving the party. Giving you a subtle wink before leaving. “You really don’t have to do this Aizawa,” you mumbled, but just like Usagiyama he waved you off. “I already said I would.” He answered before turning to you, “Or do you not want my company Y/n?” He smirked, noticing your thighs clench and body shake slightly from his words and tone. “No, it’s just…I don’t want to be a burden.”

Aizawa scoffed, “You couldn’t be a burden even if you tried, now come on. Let’s get you home.”

The drive in his car was pleasant, comfortable silence filled with soft lofi music. When you finally did reach your apartment, Aizawa insisted he walk you in too. “Thank for this,” you said bashfully, “It means a lot.” Aizawa gave you a rare and genuine smile, “No problem Y/n, though I do have a question I need to ask you.” He had started to walk towards you, and out of instinct you moved backwards until your back hit the back of the elevator. You gasped when he caged you in, clicking the button for your floor quickly before returning his attention to you.

You breathing hitched, thighs squeezed together as the man you had had a crush on all of high school leaned down towards your ear. “The whole night, whenever you are around me, you clench your thighs together…” His voice trailed off as he watched you face, expression turning your deer in headlights look. “Now I’m no expert but,” One of his hands trailed up your exposed thigh, “I’m pretty sure that means I’m turning you on Y/n.”

You gulped, biting your lip out of nervous habit. The action made Aizawa growl and you couldn’t help the shaky moan that slipped pass you lips. Aizawa smirked, “Do I turn you on Y/n?” he pressed his body against yours. “I...I,” you didn’t know what to say, your mind was racing. “Words Y/n,” his tone made your knees week, it was a tone he normally used in the classroom. You couldn’t help your response, “Yes Sensei.”

Aizawa growled before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You moaned at the contact, hand reaching up to run through his ebony locks. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and you gladly opened, tongues dancing together in a way that made you almost collapse. The doors of the elevator dinged open and soon Aizawa had picked you, hands kneading your ass as he walked down the hall way. He didn’t know which was yours, but he wasn’t pulling away anytime soon.

You directed him by pulling his hair, you knew your apartment well you had lived here since you had moved out of your family home. He finally pulled away, both of your breathing heavy and labored. You quickly fished your key from your hand clutch and tried unlocking your door. Aizawa quickly unlocked it instead, he was normally a very patience person but the idea of getting to kiss you more made him extremely impatience. As soon as the door clicked shut your back was pressed against it as Aizawa pulled you into another heated open mouth kiss.

You pulled away when your lungs started to beg for air, panting with your head against the door exposing your neck to him. He quickly claimed small patches of flesh, biting and sucking at it in an attempt to leave his mark on you. You moaned softly, hands tugging and gripping at his hair. “Sensei,” You moaned and you were rewarded with a sinful groan from Aizawa, “Yes Y/n?” You mewled happily when he started grinding against you, wanting some type of friction for his growing erection. “Please Sensei, Please” You begged, not wanting to voice your full desires, “Please what? I’m not a mind reading darling, I need you to tell me.” His breath was hot against your ear,

“Please Sensei, Please make me feel good,” You punctuated your sentence by grinding back against him, and he was helpless to suppress the throaty groan he let out. “There’s my good girl,” he pulled you off the door, through your apartment to find your bedroom. When he did he lay you down gently on the bed before starting to undo his tie. The scene made your breath hitch, he was standing at the foot of your bed, tie undone and a dark lustful look in his eyes.

“Dress off,” he command and you happily obeyed, pulling down the zip at the back before shimming out of the silk garment. He growled at your matching black lace lingerie, as if you subconsciously knew he was gonna have you tonight. “Bra,” He ordered next and you unclipped it letting it slide down your arms to the floor. “Arms out,” and you held your arms out for him to bind. He wrapped his tie securely around your wrists, making sure that they were tight but comfortable. “If you want me to stop say red, ok?”

Aizawa cared a lot for you, and he wouldn’t push you to do something you didn’t want. You nodded and he pushed you gently back down onto the bed, slotting his body in between your thighs. He hooked his fingers into your panties and then slowly dragged them off your body, causing a whine to tear from your throat. “Patience,” he whispered, lifting up on of your legs to wrap around his neck. He then licked a stripe up your slit before swirling it around your clit. You moaned, toes curling as he pushed his tongue into you.

Euphoria took your body when he swapped his tongue for his fingers, skilled digits working you open as he sucked on your clit. One finger, two finger then three. His ear drank in the sound of your moans as he worked you. By now you were grinding against him, hips bucking and body shaking at the sheer pleasure he was giving you. A knot formed in your stomach, tightening and tightening, and just when you thought you were gonna burst he pulled away

A low whine left your lips, but Aizawa only kissed it away. “Don’t worry, good girls get rewarded.” He started undressing, “Do you have lube?” He may have worked you open, but he wasn’t risking hurting you. “Second drawer,” you panted and he quickly found it and slicked himself up. “Are you on birth control?” He asked as he lined himself up with your core, you nodded.

‘Smack’

You moaned at the stinging sensation on your ass cheek, “Words,” he growled. “Yes Sensei,” you moaned and he smirked, “Good girl.” He thrusted into you, and your back arched as you screamed in pleasure. “Shouta~” he snapped his hips, making sure his pace was slow but deep. He wanted to savor this and he would.

He pushed your arms above you, holding them in place as he fucked you deep. “Harder,” you panted as your head tilted back, Aizawa was not impressed. “Excuse me?” You mewled, “Please go harder Sensei.” That was what he wanted to hear. He snapped his hips against you harder, “Like this Baby Girl?”

You moaned loudly, “Yes Sensei!” he kept his pace, feeling your inner walls squeeze around him. He started shifting, trying to find that spot that would make you see stars. “SENSEI~” You screamed, Found it. He turned his attention to abusing that spot, hard and deep thrusts bring you both closer to release.

“Sensei-“ You tried to warn, but it was too late. The knot in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you causing a scream like moan to rip from your throat. As your walls spammed around him Aizawa found himself also reaching his orgasm, cumming inside you but never halting his movements. You both rode out your highs, room filled with the smell of sex, sweat and Aizawa’s cologne.

Aizawa finally halted his movement, pulling out of you before dropping next to you. There were no words spoken for a while. Both of you coming to the realization of what just happened. Aizawa sighed, thinking you would rather want him gone, he started to get dressed. You furrowed your eyebrows, “Um…Would you…Would you like to stay?”

You voice brought him back out of his swirling thoughts. “I really would, but I wouldn’t want to over stay my welcome and-“ You shot up and pulled him to a passionate kiss. He had expected it, and slowly he melted into it wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know,” you whispered as you pull away, “You deserve happiness too Sensei.”

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In case you missed Chapter One of A Court of Shadow and Ribbons

Chapter Two

At Vallahan, the sun was bright and the snow was lighter. Azriel shielded his eyes from the glare as he spiralled down toward the veranda of Mor’s estate. One that he had been shown once and never been invited back to. He always had found that weird. Mor loved it here, but maybe it was that quiet and that isolation that made her keep it to herself.

There was no sign of habitation, but the house was not closed up and the horses were close to the stables, a small group of four eating hay from a rack and stomping on the brown remnants of last night’s eddies of frozen moisture. Azriel headed that way.

He heard the sound of hooves and realised that the horses had stopped eating and were staring, ears up across toward the ocean. Grey chop was crested by white caps signalling the dangerous swells and even more frightening shoreline surrounding this haven of The Morrigan. In the distance he could make out three riders, the middle so obviously Mor with her blonde hair caught in movement and shimmering to her waist. At last he could hear her laughter and noted the males with her. One was Lucien, the other he wasn’t sure of.

He cursed under his breath. Not the quiet getaway he was hoping for, and the one person that he was not prepared to play courtier with today. He winnowed back to the veranda and sat in the corner most chair hidden amongst his own and the house’s shadows.

“If you think that I didn’t see you slinking here Az, you do not know me well” Mor peeked out of the door to the living room a little while later. Azriel shrugged but rose to greet her. It was unusual for Azriel to hug Mor when they were not in company but he did and she sucked in a comment as he released her and took her elbow to lead her to the other chair. She sat, back to the afternoon sun and legs crossed, looking for all the world like a woman at ease. She was not. Az was not himself today so nor could she be.

Together they had been spies, they had been political pawns, they had been sparring partners and determined allies. Today felt different. Azriel was different.

“How are you?” She asked tentatively

“Fine” he replied, “and you?”

Mor inwardly shrugged, so it was to be that kind of conversation was it?

“I’m good, is everything OK, Feyre, the baby, the rest of them?”

“Yep” Azriel’s reply was clipped. Something was really eating him.

This scenario was all too strange. Mor was entirely accustomed to a silent Az, a fighting Az, even a furious Az, but not this. This shell of her friend.

She figured pushing forward was the only option, even without Cassian here as her buffer.

“Well, I had a nice ride along the shore with Lucien and Prince Thedren, we might be getting closer to that treaty, but it’s taking so long”

“Did you ever think that we might be closer than we are Mor” Azriel’s question ripped the air from her lungs. He stared at her and she’d seen that look before. Blurred memories of when he’d had to torture information from an enemy and time was short and he hated himself for what he was doing.

“Yes, no….. I don’t know” She blurted out. “What do you want to know” she spoke low and quiet, her knee caps began to jump around and her vision blurred for a moment. Did he know about her, had he found out from Feyre? Did his spies finally report something that would lead him to the truth of her?

“I want to know… I want to know. No, I don’t really” He clammed up then and turned his head away from her.

It broke her heart and she knew what he wanted. He wanted what she wanted; only not with him, not with any male.

“I love you Azriel” she said it so quietly that Az didn’t turn, he didn’t acknowledge the statement. She said it a little louder

“I love you Az and that’s why I should have told you this a long time ago” He seemed to be listening now.

Mor threw herself at his feet and took his hand in both of hers and looked at him directly

“I have taken many years to come to terms with this and I don’t think that I’m ready for everyone to know, but I’m not…. I can’t” She shook her head and went to release his hand. Azriel held on and put his other hand over hers

“Tell me. Please Mor, I need to know”

“I don’t want to be with a male, mated to a male. I love you, and Rhysand and Cassian, but I’m not put together that way” She dropped her eyes and wilted. Her riding skirts spread out around her feet and her blue scarf made the tears in her eyes gleam like jewels.

“I’m so sorry for the months, the months and years that I knew I had to tell you and was too scared. I’ve hated myself for every torn look and every unspoken word between us. For the stupid thing that I did with Cassian, even though it led to us all being together. I’m so sorry Az”

All he did was gather her up onto his lap and wrap his arms around her, sigh into her side and mumble

“It’s OK, it’s OK”

She wept then. The unimaginable forgiveness from her friend, her brother and the releasing of that truth that she always tried to outrun. Rhys saw it. That’s why he stationed her away from the family, to give her room. Room to be, room to grow. She was just realising now that she didn’t need to hide from them in her own space. She could have that and be what she needed to be. Just maybe not all at once.

Azriel was not sure for how long they sat there, breathing together and holding tight. He knew when he let go, he would be letting go of more than her presence. He would be surrendering the dream. The future of he and Mor mated and a family, fathering her children and watching them grow with their closest friends. He was letting go of decades, a century of never looking around himself to see what could be his life, to see who could be his family. Letting it all go.

He thought for a moment of Elain. Rhys’s warning ringing clearly in his head. He stopped it. No, not one more unattainable female. He was going to be brave. As brave as Mor was in relinquishing her secret to him. He was going to let the world show him where he should be, instead of fighting against the tide always to stay where he should not.

“Oh, thank the cauldron you did not present yourself to us this afternoon. Lucien is so touchy when it comes to you and Elain, and I would have known something was up. I would have stumbled into some no-man’s land of conversation. You know how my open mouth gets me into trouble sometimes” Her eyes sparkled

They were inside now with the fire blazing and wine in their hands. Azriel was reclined in an armchair and Mor on the lounge with her legs tucked up under her. She had changed into house sweats and her face shone with love and with relaxation. Azriel found that the sight of her just pleased him. Filled his chest with happiness. There was no want, no tug, no hunger for intimacy. She was Mor. His Mor and their Mor and herself, and she was happy. He smiled at her and her face lit up as she watched his shadows dance in the fire’s light.

“Yes, well. Ryhs probably had the right tack. We need Lucien and more than that we need Elain happy. Starting a blood feud with the Autumn – and Dawn courts for that matter….” Mor gasped

“You know it too”

“What?” Azriel tried to look innocent

“You are a shit liar Az and you know full well that I’m talking about Lucien and the Dawn court – yes. I know that he’s Hellion’s son just as well and probably for as long as you have”

Azriel relaxed and realised his slip up. So very unusual of him. Mor’s mood and the wine and some sense of release had him relaxing too much.

“Well, anyway, we can’t afford it. You know that I want Elain to be happy, but this bond has to be sorted out one way or another. She can’t live like this and I know that I cannot. So, what never started is over and I am OK with that”

Azriel shifted his wings and yawned

“I have NEVER seen you do that Az, not ever in four hundred years” She patted the lounge next to her. “Come over here and get your body horizontal and your wings out of your way, you look like you need a proper sleep” Azriel hesitated then stood, but he didn’t sit next to her, he took her hand and indicated the bedroom

“If I’m going to be your friend and not your anything else for the rest of time, I think that you can give me one night”

Mor stood and followed him down the hall and into her room with it’s massive bed and cream throw rugs and squishy mattress that she loved.

“I might want more than one night Az, you know I’ve heard the girls from the Sidra Salvation fighting over you”

He smiled back at her and gave her hand a tug

“Maybe they were fighting over you”

She laughed so joyously that he grinned and pulled her onto the bed beside him. She was still laughing as he kissed her knuckles and spread his wings behind him to keep them from being crushed

Mor was so happy, she couldn’t believe that they had both let this tension run on for all time. He was her friend and she was his and she didn’t ever have to be scared for him, scared of hurting him, again.

“Well, now that we’re here I might as well tell you about Gwyn” Azriel spoke into the pillow under his head without making eye contact with Mor. She smirked and squeezed his hand

“Tell me everything”

Chapter Three

#acosf #gwynriel #moriel #Azriel #spoilers #no smut yet #angsty #at last #Mor out

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asthmark · 4 years

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❝ comfortable ❞ l.mk

synopsis → “oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.

word count → 3k

a/n → instead of admitting to the fact that this has been in my drafts since october what if i just said i was watching superm interviews and got inspired.. would anyone believe that??? anyway superm on the ellen show was a fever dream lol

your leg bounces nervously as your makeup artist touches up your look and you stare at the tv screen in anticipation. you were finally making your television debut. you knew you were blessed for the wonderful opportunity, especially for how new you were to the music industry.

you had started like nearly every other artist; posting covers on youtube. these were well received and gained a good amount of views and likes but your career really took off when you began creating original content. every time you would release a single, it would make it on the trending page thanks to your growing fanbase and exposure to the general public, who seemed to like you. soon enough, requests to interview you whether it be on radio, tv, or magazines were high and, thanks to your managers, you found yourself in los angeles, backstage in a studio, waiting for the ellen degeneres to introduce you to her live audience and thousands of viewers at home.

“don’t move so much, miss l/n,” the woman trying to apply your highlighter comments. “you’re smudging your makeup.”

you force yourself to sit still as you apologize. “sorry. pre-show jitters.”

the woman smiles, emphatically. “i understand, sweetheart. i would be nervous too.”

you’re quiet for a moment, debating if you should continue conversing with her. “can i be honest?”

she hums as she dabs a beauty blender into your cheek. “go ahead.”

“i am so nervous that i’ll mess up or say something stupid. the only thing close to an interview i’ve ever done was a q&a on my youtube channel. and at least i could edit stuff out then.” you huff. “if i make some kind of mistake on my tv debut, my career will be over before it even started.”

“well, think of it this way,” she says. “you went from a moderately popular youtube channel to the ellen show. that doesn’t happen for no reason. there are people out there who really admire you.”

you chuckle in disbelief. “it’s crazy to think about people actually wanting to see me. i still can't believe it.”

she giggles, softly. “they know there's something worth seeing.” at seeing your small smile, almost as if you were barely realizing your own star status, she laughs. “you seriously gotta wake up, girl. you’re famous!”

you smile at her, finding humor in her words. “thanks for the wake up call.”

you both direct your attention to the tv placed backstage that broadcasted what was happening on stage. you listen in to ellen’s monologue as she tells jokes and addresses current topics. before long, there’s a knock on the doorframe. you half expect a staff member to let you know that you’ll be on soon but instead you hear a quiet, “hello?”

you and your makeup artist both turn to the boy standing in the doorway. he's wearing a black jacket paired with dark, ripped jeans held up by a belt. he goes to bow, then remembers that korean etiquette does not apply and decides to wave as a greeting instead. you reciprocate the gesture. he stands with only one foot inside the room, almost as if he’s too polite to enter without being given the okay.

“did they send you to get your makeup done?” the woman who had done yours says.

he nods. “they said something about concealer and bb cream, i think?”

she smiles. “yeah, it’s basic stuff. come on in. what’s your name, dear?”

“oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.

“well, mark lee, i’m lily. i’ll be doing your makeup, making sure you look pretty for the cameras.” she motions to you. “i'm just about done here so i’ll be right with you.”

“okay, thank you.” he shuffles in, his eyes glued to you and you hold his stare. he nods, a wordless greeting as he settles in next to you. in return, you throw up a peace sign and he smiles at your casual behavior.

“you know what? somebody used all the setting spray. i’ll be right back, i’m just going to steal some from my co-workers.” with that, lily darts out of the room.

it’s pure silence between the two of you until you spark conversation. “i didn't get to introduce myself but i'm y/n.”

“i know,” he responds, quickly. “i'm kind of a fan, actually. i mean, it’s practically impossible to not be. you’re all over the place. especially with the new single you dropped... which is a bop, by the way.”

you smile at his simply-worded praise. it was a nice switch up from the professional reviews you received from critics. “that’s so cute. i’m honored.” you miss the way mark’s ears turn slightly pink at your words. “but enough about me, what do you do, mark?”

“oh, me? i’m in the k-pop scene.”

you hum. “that’s a good genre to be in. which group?”

“right now i’m promoting with superm, it’s kind of like a side project. but originally, i’m in a band called nct.”

you lean forward at hearing the familiar name. “nct? as in, nct 127?”

mark’s eyes light up. “yeah! you know us?”

you nod, enthusiastically. “oh my god, yes! you collabed with ava, right?”

“we sure did. are you guys close?”

“i help her write lyrics sometimes.” you lower your voice down to a whisper for dramatic effect. “i wrote the chorus to ‘sweet but psycho’.”

the way mark’s jaw drops is almost comedic. “no way! that song got her famous, dude!” his lips curve into a playful smirk. “just because of that i’m gonna have to get you in the studio.”

you return the mischievous look. “is that a promise?”

“i’m back!” lily announces, giving mark no time to respond. she gives no warning as she spritzs you with the bottle she had gone to retrieve.

you cough, choking on the mist. “no heads up?”

“sorry, dear. you’re on in two minutes, no time to waste.”

you feel a chill go up your spine. it was finally time.

mark nudges your arm. “you okay?”

“a little nervous.” that proves to be the biggest understatement of all time because in reality your heart is doing somersaults.

“hey.” you stare at him, his brown eyes boring into you. “you’ll be fine. there’s nothing to worry about. you got this!”

you smile at his words of encouragement. he cared about you and you find that your heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now.

“i'll be here to cheer you on while you’re out there and i’ll be back when you’re done to tell you how amazing you did, okay?”

you nod.

“now get out there!”

“well, we have a great show for y’all today,” ellen says, clasping her hands together, having just finished her monologue. “i mean, it’s always great but the exciting thing is we have two musical guests today.”

the audience that cheered wildly is shown on screen. you almost forget about the knot in your stomach when you see some people in the crowd wearing shirts with the cover art and quoted lyrics of your last single.

“i see you guys are ready so, without further ado... let’s get started. our first guest is a soloist who has made quite a big name for herself in such a short period of time. she currently has three singles on the billboard charts, her most recent music video is number one trending on youtube, and she has a new ep coming out soon. here for her television debut, please welcome y/n l/n.”

you walk out from behind the stage, a huge smile on your face. the crowd screams and you wave to them until your hands become too occupied hugging the hostess who greets you with open arms and a proud smile. once the hype dies down and your entrance music fades out, you take a seat, opposite of ellen.

“how have you been y/n?”

“amazing,” you respond, letting your hands fall neatly in your lap.

“and why is that?”

you sigh, wistfully. “everything has been going so well for me lately. i mean, i feel like all these doors are opening up for me all of a sudden. i think i finally made it.”

“you’re just barely realizing that?” ellen exclaims.

you laugh, along with the audience. “kind of, yeah. it just all happened so fast.”

“is there an experience that comes to mind where you finally realized how famous you are?”

you try to think for a few moments before your eyes light up. “okay so, i was at a mcdonald’s like, last month and i went through the drive thru and ordered some nuggets and fries. so, i pull up to the window to pay and it’s around 2 a.m. so the cashier guy is super out of it, like he’s not even paying attention to me. finally, he goes to grab my card and he gets a good look at me and just freezes. like, full on shuts down. so i ask him if he’s okay and he nods so i try to hand him my card again but he goes, ‘no, you’re famous, you don’t have to pay’. and in that moment i just knew.”

“hold on, pause,” ellen announces, dramatically. “you’re telling me that you have been nominated as artist of the year, gained over ten million followers on social media and made your national television debut but the thing that really made you say ‘wow, i’m famous’ was a couple of chicken nuggets?”

“ellen, c’mon,” you begin, seriously. “it was a twenty piece.”

“oh, well, that changes everything,” she says, playing along with you, as the audience erupts into laughter.

the rest of the interview goes smoothly, running on jokes and sarcastic energy. you discuss your young age (thus resulting in some of your baby pictures finally being revealed to the world), millennial culture (the crowd went wild when you explained terms such as netflix and chill to ellen who claimed she didn’t understand yet her sly smirk said otherwise) and your upcoming ep (that you would be giving a sneak peek of later on in the show).

you continue chatting once the commercial break is announced and ellen showers you with praises, commenting how young talent never failed to amaze her, although it did make her feel old. you get to thank the hostess and tell her how much you appreciated her sweet words and the opportunity she had given you before the crew is dragging you backstage so you can prep for your upcoming performance.

you’re greeted by a “that was awesome!” and a high five one you get backstage.

you flash mark a full smile. “couldn’t have done it without my hype man.”

just then lily walks in to touch up your makeup.

“and my hype woman!”

she just rolls her eyes and chuckles as she reapplies gloss to your lips.

“seriously though, y/n. why did you have to be so perfect? the bar is all the way up here now.” to emphasize his point, mark raises his arm as high as it will go.

“hey, i only tried hard because you’re up next. you’re a hard act to beat, mark lee. i mean, you’re charismatic, charming, witty; basically every talk show host’s dream.”

he scoffs yet you see how he avoids your gaze, your compliments obviously flattering him to the extreme.

a staff member walks by, cutting your conversation short. “y/n, you’re back on in one. superm is on right after.”

you and mark turn back to each other, speaking the same two words at the same time.

“good luck.”

ellen introduces you again, only this time you hold a guitar and stand in front of a microphone once you’re back on the stage. you perform a never before heard song but judging by the roaring applause and standing ovation you receive by the end of it, it’s another successful hit.

you bask in the amazing response and then you’re ushered backstage for the last time. you catch sight of the staff placing more seats on the stage as you exit and you smile eagerly, knowing exactly what’s to come. you search the hallways for your new friend, hoping you can catch him before the show goes back on air. you’re almost about to give up when you hear your name being called.

you lock eyes with mark who stands a couple feet away, barely hidden from the audience’s view. even from where you stand you can tell he has a nervous smile on his face. you jog towards him and to your surprise, he envelops your figure without a second thought. in return, you tentatively wrap your arms around him.

“great job,” he murmurs, breath fanning your ear. “i really did cheer you on.”

“i’ll make sure to do the same.” you hesitantly pull away from his embrace, holding him at an arm’s length away. “go get ‘em.”

he gives you a determined nod and you watch him rush on stage, the audience’s wild cheering increasing. their energy didn’t fade once throughout the interview and just as you had suspected, mark was doing wonderfully. he clearly thrived in interviews; his awkward, boyish nature enchanting everyone in the studio, yourself included.

ellen crosses her legs and clears her throat. “so, i have to ask you something, you know, for the fans.”

the group leaned forward in anticipation, awaiting her next words.

“are any of you dating?”

the crowd released noises of amusement at hearing the very personal question. you can’t help but feel intrigued although you knew ellen has always been quite the invasive person. you watched as the seven boys looked around at each other, unsure what to say but before their silence can become suspiciously long, mark ends up taking the question.

“why are you always so curious about this, though?” he blurts.

the audience absolutely eats up his response, cheering at his bluntness. even you find it humorous, shoulders shaking with a chuckle. that’s definitely gonna become a meme, you think.

“it’s my job!” counters ellen. “why are you so defensive?”

the crowd is very responsive to ellen’s rebuttal, ‘ooh’ing in amusement.

mark’s silence only pushes the hostess to continue teasing him.

“does it maybe have anything to do with y/n?”

your smile drops. had she seen you two? you’re not sure why you feel so exposed; after all, you had just been talking.

ellen’s lips adorn a sly smile at mark’s stunned reaction. “you seemed to be getting very comfortable with each other backstage.”

the black haired male stumbles over his words before he gets a semi-coherent sentence out. “we just, um—we just met.”

“oh really? you two looked like you had known each other forever.”

mark chuckles breathlessly, eyes glued to his lap, obviously at a loss for words. ellen stares at him expectantly so he mutters, “i like making friends.”

ellen, the audience, and even some of the band members laugh at his response.

“well, i’m sure there’s a lot of fans out there that wish they were your ‘friend’.” her tone makes it clear she doesn’t buy his excuse but she prods him no further, instead turning to stare into the main camera. “when we get back superm will be performing their title track ‘jopping’. during the commercial break, please feel free to place your bets as to how long mark and y/n will remain ‘friends’.”

the camera pans to mark for a couple seconds; his ears are bright red and his cheeks are dusted light pink, his makeup doing nothing to help hide the blush. his eyes dart around, anxiously and then they cut to commercials.

you shake your head, smiling at the entire situation and just how big of a dork mark was.

you attentively watch superm’s two performances, eyes mostly glued to a certain rapper. you sit patiently in the makeup room, waiting for mark to return backstage so you can congratulate him but he never appears. you try to conceal your disappointment, even when lily enters the room, smiling brightly.

“well, the show’s over, doll.” she removes her makeup stained apron and glances at you as she places it on a nearby rack. “hey, why the long face?”

you stare at your reflection in the mirror, no longer bothering to hide your pout now that your frustration had been made known.

“you did great, if that’s what you’re worried about. just ask mark.”

“he left,” you mumble. “i thought i’d be able to catch him before he left and we could… i don’t know, talk a bit more? i just really—” you trail off.

“like him?” lily suggests, too loudly for your liking.

your head snaps towards her, eyes wide, only confirming your feelings.

“don’t worry, dear, you can say it. i won’t tell ellen,” she jokes.

you sigh and slump down in your seat. “yeah. i like him.”

“well, then, i have good news for you.”

you half-heartedly hum, allowing her to continue.

she waves a piece of crumpled paper in front of your face. you grab it from her, staring at it curiously.

“what’s this?”

she nods her head at it, encouraging you to find out for yourself. “open it and see.”

you obey, unfolding the tiny item. your eyes struggle to read the words inside but if you squint, they become clearer.

please call, me i would love to become closer ‘friends’.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

it’s mark btw :)

you can’t contain your smile at the cute little note.

“he’s adorable,” you say, mostly to yourself but lily audibly agrees.

“he ran into me as he was leaving and begged me to deliver that message to you. which reminds me, i’m supposed to let you know that he wishes he could have stuck around but his schedule is ‘crazy tight’ so he had to ‘dip’. his words not mine.”

you nod, grin widening. “thanks, lily.”

“my pleasure. nothing like young love.”

you give her a glare although it’s all but threatening.

she folds her arms, teasingly. “so, are you going to give him a call or what?”

you’re sure she sees the phone in your hand and the way your fingers press the numbers on the keypad, excitedly but nevertheless, you decide to answer.

“i’d be crazy not to.”

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Daddy Ain’t So Tough [Starker]

Summary: Sometimes, the word Daddy doesn't necessarily mean you're the one in charge. Or: In which Peter and Tony explore their new little fantasies. Warnings/tags: Nff, smut, incest play/kink, daddy kink, daddy!Tony, bottom!Tony, sub!Tony, top!Peter, dom!Peter, restraints / light bondage, begging & teasing. Notes: HI DEARS! This idea has been in my head for quite a while now and I am so excited that I finally wrote it! PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS/TAGS CAREFULLY. There's some kinks in there not everyone might enjoy. If you do like it, please do continue :) :) <3 And thank y'all for your neverending support! -Kim

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“Daddy,” Peter giggles as he straddles Tony’s hips. He trails his fingers down the man’s gorgeous chest. It’s everything Peter could’ve ever dreamed about- even if he hadn’t done it consciously so. The arc reactor is fascinating to him, as are the scars scattered around it. Obviously, the hard lines of the man’s abs are very welcome too. God, he looks so handsome and strong.

“Peter, fuck-” Tony mutters under his breath. Peter simply smirks and he lowers his full weight onto the man’s crotch, causing Tony’s lips to part in a silent gasp. Yeah. Handsome, strong, and entirely Peter’s

It’s only very recently that they made this, eh, discovery. It’s a weird power shift. Contradictory, even. Yet, the shared pleasure shortcircuits their minds more than they’ve ever experienced before. Nothing’s ever been missing, but this? This is a whole new layer Peter aches to delve into.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good, Daddy. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be ruined by me?” “Yes, baby boy,” Tony lets out a breathy moan. “I’m so ready for you.” The older man tugs on his restraints in a desperate attempt to lay his hands on the striking, youthful body on top of him. With his 22 years old, Peter is absolutely breathtaking. Strong, ripped muscles to hold him down as no one else ever had. His legs tremble at the mere thought. “Petey- please.”

“Mmmmmh- that’s more like it.” Peter puts his hands down right next to Tony’s head and leans in to kiss the man’s warm lips. Peter moans when Tony is eager enough to immediately take a chance and suck Peter’s lower lip into his mouth. His cock twitches against Tony’s stomach and a hot surge of arousal courses right through him. Fuck. Fuck. Tony - ever-in-control-I’ll-handle-this-myself-Tony - is the neediest sub Peter ever imagined possible. “Nu-uh, Daddy, don’t get ahead of yourself now-” Peter murmurs and pulls back, smirking at Tony’s subconscious attempt to sneak in one more chaste kiss. Peter sits up straight, his hands finding their way to Tony’s hard chest again. His fingertips brush past the man’s soft nipples, earning him a loud groan. “So hot,” Peter whispers gently. He scoots down a little, now sitting on the man’s thighs, and he leans in again. “Bet you’ve been thinking about my dick in your ass all day, uh?” He sucks Tony’s right nipple into his mouth. No longer soft, nor gentle, but sucking harshly. Tony’s hips buck up wildly. “God-fucking-” “Now, now,” Peter laughs, letting go of the nipple and hovering over the left one. Still awfully untouched. “Didn’t think you’d be this filthy when you raised me.”

There. He did it. He crossed the line again.

Peter looks up and swallows, checking quickly if Tony’s still up for- well… This. Tony’s cheeks flush a bright red and he bites down his bottom lip. He stares right back at Peter- also checking up on the younger boy. They’re still treading new grounds, new fantasies, something neither of them dares to admit out loud just yet. “Well? Did you think you’d be laying here, legs spread wide, for me? What would people think uh?” “Peter-” “Well?” “Fuck- fuck fuck fuck.” Tony babbles, his fingers trembling as he clenches them together. Tony is aware that he has to cue Peter to go on. That he wants in fact pretend to be Peter’s actual Daddy. It’s so hard to say it, though. It’s so awfully wrong and yet his dick aches with want. Peter looks down at him, eyes dark and expectant- waiting for a sign.

“If I raised you so well,” he breathes shakingly, “-then why aren’t your fucking your old man just yet?” Peter scoffs, cocking an eyebrow at him. His eyes are twinkling though, teasing and cunning and Tony whimpers quietly. “You need it that bad, eh?” “Yes. Baby yes.”

After that everything turns hazy for Peter. He growls low in his throat and crawls even further down, kneeling in between Tony’s legs and spreading them apart until the tip of his cock brushes against Tony’s already slick and prepped hole. “All those times you punished me,” Peter rushes out, not knowing where the words come from but they feel so right. “Now you ain’t so tough.” “Just take me, kid.”

Peter doesn’t waste a damn second and he pushes inside without remorse, replacing the heat his fingers had been at a few minutes before. Tony’s eyes screw shut and Peter relishes in the feeling of this handsome, powerful man becoming such a proud bottom underneath his touch. He digs his fingers into Tony’s thighs, lifting his boyfriend’s legs up until they’re wrapped around his waist. God, Tony’s so warm and soft and tight and Peter bites back a pathetic whimper as he inches forward even more- the new position allowing him to slide in deeper. “Call me that again,” Peter groans demandingly. “Wanna hear you lose it for me.” He draws back slightly, now gripping at Tony’s round ass and pushes in again with such force that Tony shifts upwards in the sheets. Peter’s still holding back, not using all his Spider powers, but some. Enough to make Tony’s eyes roll back. “Please, please kiddo, fuck your Daddy.” This time, Peter can’t help the high-pitched noise escaping his throat. He thrusts forward harsh- again and again and again. His movements accompanied by the loud and suspicious creaking of his small single bed and Tony’s choked off moans as pleasure washes over his lover’s face. Peter’s cock almost hurts with how badly he wants to release himself. Fill up the man’s ass with his cum. He wants to claim him, take charge.

Every single drag back and forth has him see stars. Peter’s breath hitches in his throat and he ignores the light burn at his knees where it creates friction with the sheets. It only makes him more feral. More possessive. More… In charge. Nothing else matters right now. All that matters is the sweet melody of Peter’s name falling from Tony’s lips over and over again. The burning pit deep in his stomach grows higher and bigger- warning Peter he’s going tip over that very edge soon. “Daddy, f- ah! Look at you, legs spread wide for your own blood. Fucking filthy, and you even like it- don’t you?” Peter chokes out. “Does it feel good knowing that you no longer own me?” “K-kid-” “Not anymore, not anymore. Tony.”

Peter reaches down and curls his fingers around the thick, hot shaft of Tony’s cock. He squeezes, wants to drag his hand down and- “Aaah! P-Peter! Fuck don’t stop don’t stop dont-” Tony’s words turn into an incomprehensible string of syllables as white-hot come rains down onto his own chest. Peter watches in awe how the man’s face contorts with pleasure and a hint of blissful shame. His tight hole clenches around Peter’s still aching cock- and every fiber of his being wants to enjoy the same overwhelming euphoria. He quickly scans Tony’s face once, not sensing a hint of discomfort as he speeds up his thrusts. Not in the slightest. “Peter yes please fuck me through it. Show your Daddy how it’s done.”

Peter whines and drops his head forward. Curls stick to his forward where a sheen of sweat had gathered. He’s gonna burst. He can’t hold it back. Not even if he wanted to. His primal instincts have taken full charge of his body and he pounds into the slick heat beneath him until finally, his mind blanks out when filthily sweet sensations shake him to his core. He spills inside of Tony, feels how his cum mixes with the now warm lube. How Tony clenches around him to not lose a single fucking drop. Peter lets out a shaky laugh, in complete wonderment of how good this can feel. How much better this is than his own hand ever had been. And when finally, after what seems to be infinity, his eyes flutter open; he’s met with the deep, loving brown eyes of the man he’s been able to call his lover for the past three and a half years.

“Peter,” Tony whispers, body limp and soft and spent. Arching into Peter’s warmth. Peter cracks a smile and carefully lets go of Tony’s legs, leaning down to cover the man’s body with his own. Their legs tangle together while Peter’s cock softens inside of the man. He doesn’t care it’ll make a mess. Peter hums quietly and grabs his blanket to pull it on top of them. “Tony,” Peter whispers back. Tony smiles, suddenly shy. A feature that will always leave Peter amazed. “Was that too much?” Peter asks. Not out of insecurity, but because he wants to gauge how his boyfriend has experienced it. Tony chuckles, turning his gaze sideways. “No.” He pauses and shakes his head. “That was… Perfect.” “Yes,” Peter agrees. His hands gently massaging their way up Tony’s arms to undo the restraints. “I really, really, liked it too.” “The whole kid thing hit home, uh?” “Fuck yes,” Peter grins. “It’s so… You. But also a good different. It makes it feel natural even when it’s play.” “Agreed.”

Tony groans when he finally lowers his arms now that he is no longer tied to the headboard. His arms wrap around Peter’s shoulders, gently caressing him. Peter smiles, his cock now slipping out of Tony fully, and he nuzzles his face against the man’s neck to nib at the skin there. “You sore?” “If I say yes, will you treat me with a back rub and hot chocolate later?” “Of course,” Peter teases along. Tony beams and nods. “Yes. Very, very sore.” “Turn around then.” “Yes, kid.”

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 428, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate A

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies

WORDS: 1079

The next day passed quickly before it was day five of baby making in Iceland. I was blissfully happy as my loving husband pulled exploding orgasm after exploding orgasm out of me, flooding my womb with his potent sperm in between checking in with me, pressing kisses to my brow and letting me cuddled into his manly chest.

“You doing alright, woman of mine?” Peter murmured around midday. “Let’s take a little break now, yeah?”

He flipped me around so that I could curl into him as he clicked on the electric fireplace, successfully heating the room in just a few minutes before he returned to fussing over me.

“What’s one thing that you’re looking forwards to with Ratajczyk baby number two?” I slurred out, clinging to him and letting out a soft purr as he began to stroke my spine.

“Giving my baby skin to skin and star gazing on dark, stormy night,” he answered, almost at once, pressing a whiskery kiss to my temple. “You?”

“Just having a baby to fuss over,” I moaned as his cock pugged his cum deep within me, ensuing that a baby was growing deep within my motherly womb. “I do love babies.”

“I know you do sweetheart.” He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him to lay across his burly chest. “Which is why I’ve been busy this past week trying to fuck one into you. You’re such a wonderful mother to my babies, and I can’t wait to have more with you.”

My heart fluttered with warmth as his soft praising words. I folded my fingers into the thick forest of gray curls that grew on his chest as I settled my ear over his heart, eager to hear my favorite sound in the world.

THUD THUMP

“I really want a little girl with your red curls and adorable dimples,” Peter announced.

“But my love, if we have a little girl, Baby Tommy will be only other man in the house,” I frowned. “Do you really want to do that to him?”

“Sweetheart, Baby Tommy seems just fine with his sisters and cousins!” he told me, groaning as I propped myself up and swung my knees onto either sides of his hips. “Sweetheart…”

“Well then, I guess we’d better get back to making a baby…” I smirked at him. “Daddy.”

A feral snarl tore out of my husband’s mouth as he flipped us so that he was on top and began to batter me with his naked girth. I gasped and screamed and whimpered like a professional porn star, egging him on with sweet words of love and promises of what I would do once he impregnated me.

He found release once… twice… three times… four times… five time… six times… seven times… eight times…

By now, I’ve lost my voice with how loud I was being and was crying due to the traitorous feelings of too much, too much.

“Sweetheart?” I think I passed out in between my final orgasm and hearing my husband calling out for me.

Daddy? I couldn’t pry my eyelids open as he dipped me into warm water- I took it that he had drawn me a bath and was now washing me.

“I’m calling blueberry on your behalf sweetheart,” he explained in a gentle hum. “You’re bleeding.”

I am?

I touched the inside of my thigh and discovered that at some point, a thin trickle of blood had started to exit my wonderous cavern, bringing me to remember when we consummated our union, twenty four hours after signing the marriage certificate. He had been so gentle, always ensuring that I was comfortable and ready before showing me the pleasure of his thirteen inch long penis.

“I am so sorry sweetheart,” my husband apologized as he scrubbed my arm. “Really, I am so sorry. I had no excuse to hurt you, to make you bleed, to hurt you…”

Daddy… I cooed, cupping his cheek in my face. I love you.

“I love you too sweetheart,” he smiled at me. “We have forty nine more hours left in Iceland before he head back to New York.”

Do we really now?

“What do you want to do until then?” he asked me. “Nonsexual activities, sweetheart. I know we need to buy some postcards for Katie, t-shirts for the kids, a pin for Bitty…”

I want you to put a baby in me.

“Sweetheart, can you take twelve hours to yourself?” He wasn’t asking me if I could wait, he was ordering me to cool my heels. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore worse than you already are.”

You didn’t hurt me.

Peter just chuckled as he tugged on a pair of green boxers before going to answer the door for food. I dozed for a few minutes, being stirred away when something that smelled scrumptious nudged at my lip.

“C’mon sweetheart.” I didn’t have to open my eyes to see the playful smirk on my soulmate’s face. “Open.”

I did as he ordered me to do, whining as I chewed- I wanted my husband’s thick meat.

“Tomorrow, we’ll touch bases on how we’re feeling, alright?” Peter chuckled as he waited for me to finish chewing and swallow. “And then afterwards, we can fuck, alright?”

Fine, you win.

I could feel his smile as he continued to dote about me and care for me.

“Atta girl.”

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shimmershae · 3 years

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My thoughts on Episode 6--On the Inside

Very appropriate title by the way. Works in a multitude of ways.

As always, my randomness is going beneath a cut again to spare the eyeballs of those of you that don’t want to see it at all and also? Help those of you that have somehow stayed spoiler-free in this brand-new age of early release episodes. It is still so wild to me that I’m a full episode ahead of half the fandom. I don’t know what I’m going to do when we get to the final episode and they decide to make us all suffer together--because somehow I do feel they will do exactly that after spoiling us for the first 23 episodes. It is going to be agonizing.

Anyway. Without further ado, Shae’s stream of consciousness review (of sorts).

Not fair, Angela. Opening the episode with that shot of that big ass spider. I hate those suckers. So naturally, they’re an easy sell for setting the horror scene to me, lol.

Okay. Who the hell’s chasing Virgil and Connie? Walker No-See-Ums?

Barely a minute in and the atmosphere for this episode is moody AF.

What is this? Tara Jr. The Walking Dead? LOL. Where’s the Scarlett for this mini plantation house? Anyway. First three minutes of this episode? Just as attention grabbing as the first five episode openings this season. I don’t think people out there are giving our writers enough love for that. Every episode so far has opened like a mini movie.

With the way the Walking Dead logo keeps crumbling away with each successive episode, somehow it wouldn’t surprise me at all if the Carol and Daryl spinoff was eventually titled The Living and had flowers growing out of each letter, lol. I mean, there would be a certain sort of life-affirming symmetry in a show that’s been promised to be much lighter in tone doing just that.

More Carol and Aaron? Yes, please. I don’t necessarily like Carol staying at home and sitting the sidelines like a figurative happy little homemaker in the B story while the rest of the mains are trying like hell to sell the A story, but if she’s going to be totally prohibited from the main storyline until it’s time to blow shit up? I’m going to continue enjoy getting to see her do what she should have been doing for seasons--interacting with others in the community, especially Aaron and the ladies.

Truly. I really am loving my girl getting some quality Aaron and Rosita time. It’s so long overdue.

Bless sweet Kelly. Riding off to her sister’s rescue.

Why isn’t Lydia shown as part of these plans? For someone that could barely read last season, I doubt that big ass map was a piece of cake for her and it’s all just guesswork anyway without her guidance. I mean, why does it feel like they are cutting some of this stuff that might not seem like much plot-wise but would go a long way toward establishing different character beats? Personally, I would have loved to see her involved in the search and sharing scenes again with Carol and bonding with Kelly.

Virgil be having that “I always feel like somebody’s watching me” feeling. Don’t you hate that, lol?

“You haven’t slept in days.” But how many days, Virgil? I’m going to need a number because I’m confused AF about this timeline at this point. What we’re seeing and what different pieces of dialogue is telling us is not exactly lining up. I’m going to find it awful hilarious if it hasn’t even been two weeks since the cave in. For reasons.

Connie’s spidey senses are clearly tingling.

Alrighty, then. She’s clearly got PTSD. Understandable. They’ve all had it. Some have been treated more sympathetically than others, though.

I mean, it never seems to cross anybody’s mind how Carol probably sees Henry’s head on that pike, Mika’s pale and bloody body, Lizzie crumpled face down in a bed of yellow flowers, Sophia with a smoking bullet hole through her undead head whenever she closes her eyes but whatever.

Okay though. But what if Connie had really shitty, impossible to read handwriting? AKA doctor’s handwriting. What then?

Leah’s face honestly twists my insides whenever I see it, lol. It’s quiet a visceral thing. No, that does not make me a horrible person. Not everybody wants or has to drink the awesome, great, redeemable villainess Kool-Aid. IMHO, she’s got a face meant for a Walker. Perfect makeover idea. Eh. Mostly it’s her expression and the deadness of her eyes.

Anyway. Why is it always the fingers? Eff that.

Listen. If ya’ll can’t tell Daryl’s conflicted AF with the situation he’s landed in, you don’t know how to read NR’s face and eyes. He’s not a masterclass like MMB but he’s pretty darn good when he wants to be.

I honestly feel sorry for Redshirt Frost.

“You do what you gotta do.” Frost knows what’s what and he’s willing to walk the walk for Maggie. Impressive loyalty. I’m left wondering how the current, colder incarnation of Maggie inspired it because I’m still struggling to see it. Anywho. My point is the dude knows the score and just gave Daryl the okay.

Daryl taking off his angel vest before stepping into the role of torturer/interrogator=him shedding the persona/the man Judith and RJ and Lydia and Carol know him to be. Pushing away his man of honor status so he can just survive somehow.

Pope never quits chewing whatever the hell he’s got in his mouth. It’s kind of distracting.

Ohhh. We’re back to the Haunted Mansion. I mean house. Where are the Hitchhiking Ghosts?

All the eyes scratched out of those creepy pictures=spooky.

The good old fogged up bathroom mirror shot. Somebody’s been watching and studying their horror movies, lol. Not gonna lie though. I’m legit bracing myself for the jump scares I know have to be coming.

I’m loving the music/score in these scenes.

Truthfully, I could care less about these Reapers. But they are hella attractive, lol. Listen. Angela knows what she’s doing.

Kelly’s horse is so pretty. Prayer chain for that baby.

More dead horses? Why?

Connie’s slingshot? Sorry. I maintain, no matter how much I like these two, that they have the lamest weapons ever. Endless supply of Virginia rocks or not.

So. Did Virgil and Connie enjoy a little equine for dinner? Did they kill it before the Walkers fed? What monsters! Yeah, no. Not if they were starving even if I personally could not have. The more probable story is they fled the camp in a panic and left the horse behind and then it went down. Sorry. I didn’t exactly study the wounds on the poor animal because it is so traumatizing to me to continue to see them meet such dastardly ends on this show. I don’t know who the hell has such a score to settle with horses but stop it.

Days. It’s only been days. Not weeks. So many times with all that Daryl and Company have had to contend with since the cave in? Those do not exist, lol. They’re just a convenient, appeasing piece of dialogue thrown at a fanbase primed and ready to read everything into not much of anything. There’s just not been enough time for it to happen unless Daryl has literally been up 24/7 for all of them. You know, strategizing how to attack the remainders of Alpha’s horde, figuring out how to defend Hilltop before it fell, healing from the wound he sustained at Alpha’s hand, sitting on that log all damn night with Negan waiting on Carol to come home, having a lover’s quarrel with his best damn everything, taking care of the Grimes babies and Lydia, being the reluctant leader. Kang, why you playing them like that? Daryl’s a super guy but he’s not a superhuman with clones. So many times my ass.

Seriously. Who been watching Connie and Virgil? The MIA Oceansiders? Beta’s Fee Fi Fo Fum Ghost?

Nice. A Michonne mention. Maybe the truth will start to trickle out.

LMAO at Connie’s “I’m not staying here.” Me neither, girl. I would be outta that house so fast.

They really “Quiet Placing” this episode. Honestly? I’m kinda loving it.

WTF was that? I know she can’t hear but you telling me all the little hairs on her arms, legs, and neck didn’t stand the fuck up and say fuck this shit, I’m gone? Pardon my language, lovelies, but that moment had my heart kicking up several beats.

Okay, okay. To be fair to Connie, every hair on her body been doing that since the front door closed. Maybe they’re desensitized.

Gollum’s chasing Connie!!! He/She wants their Precious!!!

The knee jerk reactions about this episode sight unseen are OTT, honestly. And I mean no disrespect by saying that. I can understand completely where they’re coming from because we’ve been burned so long in this fandom. But it’s obvious the spoiler source has their particular biases and reads into things in such a way that don’t line up with what’s actually being shown onscreen. Daryl’s loyalty in this episode and all along quite clearly lies with his family and his community. He’s been playing Leah since the start and is truly just trying to survive somehow.

Awful thought. The Reaper that’s so suspish of Daryl--haven’t quite caught his name or really cared to. I feel like he might try to get to Daryl somehow. When he realizes that Daryl cares no more for Leah than any human would care for somebody (they thought) they used to know? He’s going after Dog. Or Carol should she finally join this story.

I refuse to believe Carol isn’t going to be a part of this story. Because they messing with her mans, lol.

“You’re ever with us or you’re not.” Now where have I heard those words before? I wish I could find that Daryl gif because that had to be one of the funniest things ever, lol.

Unrealistic suggestion to Daryl, Leah? Breathing oxygen seems to piss off Carver. Oh look. He finally has a name for me, lol.

I love how all three of the ladies--Carol, Magna, and Rosita--look at Kelly with such indulgent, adoring “little sis, you alright?” eyes.

They are seriously the most beautiful quartet of characters. I mean all of them are lovely but Carol and Rosita this season? Ugh. The unfairness of the pretty.

Human bones. Terminus callback, lovelies. How it all would have eventually gone down if Gareth and Co. hadn’t met the business end of Rick’s red machete.

So many horror movie homages in this one.

Virgil’s like “let’s leave this Texas Chainsaw Massacre behind.”

Connie and Virgil have obviously bonded, ya’ll. I’m surprised by how much I’m enjoying their scenes together when the character mostly got on my nerves with Michonne. He’s a good actor and the core of his character is sympathetic, but I’m not going to lie. I wasn’t super enthused when he was the one that rescued Connie because I didn’t know how their scenes would play out. But there’s a nice synergy there.

Okay. Does Carver want Leah for himself? Because I’m sure Daryl at this point would love to scream “take her, I know where I fucking belong!”

Daryl’s digging in deep because Carver has shown him Leah’s potential weak spot. Nuance is truly lost on some people, LMAO. He cares about Leah as a human being probably. He’s Daryl, after all. The sweet one. But he sees her as his way outta this and he’s going to exploit it.

It’s nice to have a silent Negan for once, lol. I can pretend he didn’t take my baby Glenn away from me and enjoy JDM’s pretty.

So. These cannibal people were the watchers? Hmm.

I’m really digging Virgil 2.0. Yeah. Nobody’s surprised more than me.

Sweet, sweet scene between Virgil and Connie. His determination to reunite her with her family brings back the sympathy I felt for him when he told Michonne “I promised her flowers. Every day.”

Damn. How many of those creepy crawly cannibals are there?

How brave of Connie to confront her fears to save someone she’s obviously grown to care about.

The Kelly/Connie reunion gave me chills and made me cry. Thank fuck Angela didn’t cheapen that moment by having it focus on literally anybody else. Kelly is the most important person in the whole world to Connie and vice versa. Just like Carol is the most important person in the whole world to Daryl and vice versa. Angela fucking knows. Everybody does. Except the people busy building castles out of sand while the waves of Carol’s and Daryl’s converging stories keep crashing closer and closer to shore.

Such a beautiful moment given to us by Angel Theory and Lauren Ridloff. So authentic and sweet. Kelly and Connie are home to each other.

Poor Frost. That’s all I gotta say about that.

WTF, though. Was Mel just not available or what? I want to see more of the ASZ characters that I care about, not the Reapers. Like I’d be fine with the story if all the characters not named Maggie, Negan, or Daryl weren’t surviving on crumbs during it. Especially the 2nd billed actress on the entire show. Angela. Please. Fix this.

One last WTF. Seriously. WTF has Maggie done to inspire Pope’s obsession? It better be juicy after all this shit.

Overall impression of the episode--

One of my favorites of the season so far. The horror aspects were fantastic, IMHO. I truly didn’t expect to like Connie and Virgil’s scenes as much together so that was a nice surprise. She got the reunion that felt most true and earned for the character and her story and I thank Angela from the bottom of my heart for that.

I would have loved more Carol but I always want more Carol. I’m okay with her taking a backseat because ultimately? This was Kelly’s moment with her sister. Carol and Connie will eventually have their time to sit down and talk. And pick back up their blossoming friendship because I truly do not feel Connie blames Carol at all.

I do wish Lydia had been included with the girl group. Last episode felt like it was leading up to that.

The Reaper storyline continues to be the weakest link because every time we see them the dialogue and interactions feel totally recycled from the time previous. I feel like it would have totally been helped by a tighter focus and less stretching out because 8 episodes of this is really diluting what I feel like Angela and Co. are going for. I’m not here for Leah being redeemed or being a bigger focus in any of the episodes because she does nothing of interest for me. I’m just peeking in on that story for the Daryl of it all.

Speaking of the Daryl? You lovelies out there gotta stop taking that spoiler source’s recaps at face value because it’s obvious to me at least that there’ some bias at work. Every action and word coming from Daryl is coming from a place of loyalty to his family and wanting to protect them, no matter how he has to dirty his hands. Leah is just a means to his ultimate end. She’s not his future. She never was. His future’s already spoken for and 2023 can’t get here soon enough. But like Daryl, we have to just survive somehow.

Oh goodie. More Maggie and Negan next episode and looks like no real follow up on Connie and the ASZ reunions. Hopefully, this is yet another instance of the previews being deceiving but I’m not holding my breath.

Until later, lovelies.

Hope my word vomit didn’t bore you too much.

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'christmas ornaments’

skz of christmas day 4: christmas party with hyunjin

member: hyunjin wc: 1.3k genre: fluff, bare minimum soulmate au, established relationship au, college au, comedy warning: explicit language note: pls i wrote this during midterms

Okay, okay, okay, socks! Where are my socks—ooh, a cookie! This doesn’t look two weeks old, I think I can eat it? Wait, wait, that’s not what I’m supposed to be looking at! What am I looking for? Um....uhhh....

Socks? You try suggesting to the voice in your head, letting out an actual chuckle in your physical setting so he won’t hear it from your thoughts. Baby, you’ve been looking for socks the past three minutes.

Right, socks! Thanks Y/N! Hyunjin physically puckers up on his side and telepathically sends you a kiss with an imagined sound and you burst out laughing in your head as a response. Bruh, where’s my kiss back?

Maybe if you’re already on the way to the party like you said fifteen minutes ago, you’d be getting all the kisses you want, dumbass. You point out with a roll of your eyes, bursting into more giggles when he starts whining in between unconsciously narrating whatever he is doing as he prepares to leave his dorm. Next to you in the backseat of Yeji’s car, Jeongin looks up from his phone to give you another comical judgmental stare over your ‘weird’ soulmate connection. What’s taking you so long, anyway? You’re probably just dressed in a white robe like one of the three Kings or something.

Excuse me, I made a lot of effort with my costume! The boy huffs, his train of thought finally shifting focus from looking for his socks to actually wearing them. You assume he’s finally moved on from it. It’s going to blow your mind and win me the best costume award at the party!

“So what’s hyung’s costume?” Jeongin asks as if on cue, sitting up properly when the edges of his Northern star costume starts to wrinkle ever so slightly. When you shrug and shake your head in response, he scoffs and adds, “I’m telling you, he’s probably coming in as baby Jesus.”

“That or as a Christmas tree.” You supplement, Hyunjin quickly protesting in your head at this comment. “He’s yelling at me, hold on!”

Y/N, we as a society have progressed past the need to dress up as Christmas trees! Hyunjin simultaneously exclaims matter-of-factly, informing you in between that he’s now on his way out of his dorm. On that note, I saw Minho come out his room in a Christmas tree costume a while ago because he really doesn’t give a shit so of course I wouldn’t let myself be caught in the same thing.

You sigh, feigning exasperation. So what are you? Honestly, I’m surprised you managed to keep this from me for two weeks.

There’s a large pause after, a faint echo of Minho and Jisung’s voices yelling at Hyunjin to get in the car filling in for your boyfriend’s lack or response until he’s settled enough to think, Like I said, you’ll find out with everyone else later!

You shake your head in disapproval in front of Jeongin this time, crossing your arms over your carefully constructed mug costume. “He’s really laying it on thick this year, Innie.”

Your annual Christmas party at the Campus Radio’s club room is officially communicated to the student council under your senior Chan’s name but it’s mostly you and your friends calling the shots on the specifics. In particular, it’s usually Minho and Jisung who decide on the costume theme—which just so happened to be Christmas ornaments for this year.

Because of this, you arrive at the club house seeing all of your friends and blockmates filling the large expanse of the designated dance floor with their life-sized ornaments. You see Chan waddling around as a snowman, Felix handing cookies around as Rudolph, Chaeryeong in her Mary-inspired attire, Sana in a replica of Mariah Carey’s Christmas album outfit, and even Changbin comically showing up as a Christmas Ham wearing one too many questionable-looking fishnets and patterning his red cheeks to the food’s netted texture.

“Y/N!” Felix bounces up to you and Yeji with his Tupperware or cookies and a bright red clown nose on his face. It makes the two of you giggle, especially at how it still sort of makes him look like a clown despite the antlers that go along with it. “Ha, I see you’ve brought some milk! Care for a cookie to go with it?”

You look down on your big red and green mug covering your casual attire from your waist all the way down to your knees with a laugh, taking out a bit cookie cut-out from under the Japanese paper ‘milk’ wrinkled around the rim of the mug. “Sorry, Lix, I already got my own cookie!” You joke, the punchline effectively toppling over the boy in laughter. You take a cookie from his Tupperware anyway and return your fake one back inside its designated pocket lining the inside of your costume mug. “So, has Hyunjin arrived yet?”

“You tell me.” Felix pouts. “We’ll start the program in five minutes and from what I remembered he volunteered himself to host.”

“He probably chickened out.” Yeji teases with a shrug, earning her a disapproving frown from you. “What? Why do you think he’s being all secretive with his costume?”

“Maybe they’re just stuck in traffic or something.” You point out, whipping your head around for your any signs of a dramatic entrance from your boyfriend and his two roommates. “When we turned to campus, they were already out of their dorms.”

And, as if on cue, the main double door entrance where you previously came from bursts open with a loud thud and releases bright light and cheap smoke effects from the other side (you’re quite sure it’s just from Chaeryeong and Chan grilling meat right outside).

“Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas everyone!” Santa Claus Jisung prances in the room with a red Jansport bag of your program’s game props and mini prizes. Minho the Christmas tree trails along with red and green balls for dangling earrings. “Did you guys wait long?”

“Hi, guys.” Minho waves curtly with his most passive smile before smacking the back of Jisung’s head. A few of your friends then crowd around the two when Jisung starts handing out pre-program candies.

“And where’s your boyfriend?” Yeji nudges your side as the two of you watch your two friends in secondhand embarrassment.

Yeah, Jinnie, where are you? You ask back to your boyfriend, peering around for any sign of him.

I’m over here! Hyunjin answers telepathically to you almost immediately, his voice growing louder as he now approaches the door. Prepare yourselves!

In front of you, Hyunjin then decides on making his dramatic entrance with the goofiest grin on his face that makes you, Yeji, and Felix smack your hands up to your temples in unison.

Of all the Christmas ornaments Hyunjin could pick, he just had to go as the whole Nativity scene. Balancing a life-sized diorama of Jesus’ birth right in front of his body—complete with stick, Styrofoam, and cellophane figures of the Mary, Joseph, and the Three Kings—your boyfriend’s head fits right on the scene as a replacement to the baby Jesus Christ while his hands hold the sides of the manger’s pillars all the way down to his waist.

“Hey, guys, sorry we’re late!” Hyunjin announces dramatically, briefly covering his face with his hand at the sight of everyone giggling at his costume. “Got a bit stuck in traffic—and I might’ve also gotten stuck on our car before getting here—but is everyone ready for the program?!”

Hyunjin gazes over to you last, his comically confident grin turning into a more sheepish one at meeting your eyes. So? Like it?

Jesus Christ, Hyunjin, you pretend to cover your eyes in front of him which makes him laugh instead of sulking as you intended.

Ha, see? You’re already getting into the joke of it! He points out, gesturing to his head stuck on a mini manger made of plastic straws. You’ll have to tell him that he looks like a baby lion with this set-up later. Get it? Because I’m supposed to be Jesus in this costume?

Just get to MC-ing, Hyunjinnie...and we’ll have to talk about you stealing my Best Costume Award later!

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Home Sweet Home - Spencer Reid X Reader

Description: Y/n misses her boyfriend and is waiting for Spencer to finally get back home from work.

AN: hi! uh so this is my first fic and I have no idea what i’m doing! Hope you all enjoy though!!

Spencer Reid X (female) Reader

Category: smut (NSFW)

Rating: Explicit

Contents: Female masturbation, Oral (female receiving), Penetrative sex, Unprotected sex/Creampie

Word Count: 3,860

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I loved my boyfriend with all my heart, therefore I supported him in doing anything and everything he loved and made him happy. Spencer Reid sure loved his job with a burning passion. There was only one tiny drawback about the said job, and that was the traveling. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely proud of my boyfriend and understand that as an FBI agent on the Behavioral Analysis Unit traveling was part of the job, but my hormones didn’t.

Spencer had been away for a week, and I could not deal with this any longer. I tried to suppress my pent up sexual frustration in any way I could and patiently wait for my boyfriend to come back. I tried painting, listening to music, cleaning the apartment, I even read two of the books Spence left on his nightstand. However, nothing seemed to work. I wasn’t aware my sexual frustration could get any worse until it did.

Still half asleep, my first thought at 9:00 am was Spencer’s hands; how well my breasts fit into his palms, how small I felt as he grabbed me by my waist, how nice his fingers felt in my mouth. Even small mundane daily actions got my core pulsating; I missed being able to see him sit on the couch reading a book and slowly lick the tips of his slender, long fingers as he turned a page, I missed seeing his fingers gracefully jump around his new piano’s keys, I missed seeing his whole morning routine and how he rolled up his shirt sleeves and tied his tie.

There were many perks to living with Spencer, his apartment felt like home since the first day I walked into the living room, but maybe that’s just the feeling I get when I’m with him. I feel at home, safe and protected, an unexplainable peace embracing me, only felt when I’m around him. Living with Spencer had been a great way to spend more time together without having to drive back and forth between apartments. But one of my favorite perks was the fact that I could steal his clothes whenever I wanted to; specifically, his beautiful collection of cardigans.

Realizing I couldn’t go another day being sex-deprived, and given the fact sex wasn’t a possibility at the time, I went for the next big thing. Masturbation. It wasn’t my boyfriend’s dick, but my fingers will have to do for now. So I slowly removed my pajamas, jumped out of bed, and headed straight to my boyfriend’s closet with a very specific cardigan in mind. He wasn’t one to wear a lot of black clothing despite having many neutral colors in his closet, therefore, it wasn’t very hard to spot his all black, Comme des Garçons cardigan. As soon as it was in my hands, I lazily smiled; his earthy scented cologne filling my nostrils as I put it on over my naked body. I take a second to enjoy the feeling of the soft fabric against my body and continue to take in his scent.

I head back to bed excited to get my much-needed release. However, I take my time, needing to savor it as much as possible. As I lay down, my hands go straight to my breasts, one to each, slowly pinching my nipples in between my fingers. I don’t spend too much time on my breasts as I continue to run my hands down my belly going south.

Softly exploring my body with such curiosity and patience as if it were my first time. My hands slip into my underwear as images of Spencer’s lips run through my head. With my right forefinger I lightly tap my clitoris; oh! what a heavenly feeling such a small bundle of nerves can give. Spencer’s long fingers being the only thing on my mind as my left forefinger goes deep inside me. Too small. I put in a second one and spread them. The gentle pressure on my throbbing clit helping me build up the orgasm I’ve been craving for so long. I increase the pace of my fingers, curling them; my other hand never leaving my clit. As I get close to my release, I stop.

“Spence” I whimper, being the only word that leaves my lips as I go back to fervently pump my small fingers in and out, over and over again into my core, bucking my hips up to meet them. A wave of warmth and pleasure building up and rising from my core, all through my body. At this moment, nothing else mattered but my long-awaited release. Finally pushing myself over the edge I ride the heavenly feeling of my orgasm, surrendering to it and letting it take over my body.

Too tired to do anything else after such a powerful orgasm, I grab a blanket and go back to sleep; this time, being partially satisfied and pulling Spencer’s cardigan up to my nose, falling asleep to his scent.

Three hours later, I wake up and go to check on my phone to find two missed calls and a text from Spence.

“Hello my love, I’m guessing you’re still asleep. I just wanted to let you know we might be able to finish the case today. Can’t wait to see you. I love you, sleeping beauty.”

I smile as I read the good news and get out of bed, quickly replying with a “Can’t wait to see you either baby, I miss you. All of you. Stay safe, please. And I love you more”

After getting out of bed, I decided to clean our apartment and start cooking some dinner to wait for Spence. I head to the bathroom and prepare myself for a bath. This morning’s orgasm was a temporary fix for my hunger, and I am so glad Spence would be able to come back tonight to fully satiate me, so I want to be ready for when he gets home.

After fully cleaning myself up, I leave the bathtub. Drying my body and hair, I leave the towels in the laundry basket and walk back to the room, picking up my lacy red French knickers and its matching bra, putting them on, along with my short, silky white nightgown.

Walking back to the living room, I patiently wait while sitting down on the sofa, knowing my boyfriend will walk through those doors at any minute.

Moments later, I hear the door open and his soft voice saying “Hello my love, I’m home”.

Quickly, I run toward him, jumping into his arms. “Hi baby, I missed you,” I say in between kisses.

It doesn’t take long until my genius boyfriend starts running his hands up and down my back, feeling the fabric of my dress. “I-, uhm, I missed you too baby, what are you wearing my love?” He says as he gently puts me down.

I do a little twirl making sure he sees my full outfit. “Oh, this? Do you not like it?” I tease him. “Maybe I should take it off,” I say as I start to slowly remove my nightgown revealing my lacy red underwear to him.

Spencer takes a minute to react, but when he does, his eyes widen and walks closer to me, almost making our chests bump, grabbing my chin with a finger and using his other hand to rest it on my hip as he whispers “I did like it. But this is so much better.”

However, I’m aware of how tired he must be after such a long case, so I take his hand and slowly walk towards the sofa. Pushing him lightly I let him know to sit down. He complies and I decide to sit on top, straddling him.

“You must be so stressed after such a long case huh?” I say as I run my palms up and down his chest, taking off his cardigan. He decides to answer with a low hum and a light nod while he closes his eyes; fully taking in my every touch even with clothes in between us, letting me know he missed our small touches as much as I did.

“Let me take care of you baby boy” I whisper in his ear as I lightly suck on his earlobe. A low groan of satisfaction leaving his lips.

I start to slowly grind my hips as I feel him start to grow under me. He is quick to firmly place his hands on my hip and increase the pace. I lean in for a deep kiss from his plump, pink lips, never stopping the rhythm of my hips.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you all week” I moan and proceed to lick at his bottom lip, opening up for me, letting me taste him.

“I-, fuck, I did too, (Y/N)” he barely whispers against my lips. The gentle pressure of his mouth making me dizzy.

Spencer’s fingers start to run up my thighs until his hands grab my butt and start playing with the lace of my underwear. “Do you like them, babe?” I murmur against his lips.

A small whimper leaves his lips as I start to unbutton his pants and pull them down along with his underwear, leaving my underwear on as the last piece of fabric between my aching core and his hard, throbbing cock.

“I want to hear you, Spence, I missed your voice while you were away, I even touched myself thinking of it, so don’t be so shy and speak up baby. Come on, tell me, do you like them?” I demand as I firmly grab his thick length. “Yes, I do. I love them so much. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, love.” he once again whimpers as he tries to buck his hips up in the air.

Deciding to give him some sort of relief, I give him one quick peck before spitting right on his length and starting to slowly move my hand up and down his shaft. The second my finger grazed his sensitive head, he jerked in my hold, and something very close to pleading squeaked in his throat as I continued teasing it with my thumb.

“Hmm, so responsive, I love it. We’re just getting started. I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when you’re in me” Spencer is quick to reply with a “Then let me. Let me show you, please.” As he begs.

I ignore his pleadings and go back to teasing my beautiful boyfriend as if it were my only task in this world. Seeing him throw his head back and let out an animalistic groan, I lightly pull his hair and give him an intense, raw kiss that overpowers my senses and leaves both of us panting.

I pull back, his accelerated breathing making me tingle with pleasure. I loved knowing what I did to him. I stopped my hand movements to slowly stand up from the couch and take off my bra and panties as slowly as possible while maintaining eye contact.

Feeling Spencer’s eyes glued to my body was a feeling I’ll never get used to, but always enjoyed. Never getting used to the feeling of knowing his eyes always went to my face first, and reflected the same need and want as they did after roaming down my body. I bet he could see the same lust in my eyes. Having him only with an unbuttoned shirt and a tie as he stroked himself in front of me was an erotic view not many could get to experience. It was only for me.

I went back to my previous position straddling his legs, letting our sexes touch and a small moan leaves my lips. I start to slowly grind myself on his shaft, spreading my wetness on him.

“Feel what you do to me, Spence. I’ve been soaking wet all day, waiting for you. Waiting for you to stretch and fill me” I say as I kissed down his neck until I got to his clavicles.

He went very still, yet again whimpering as he tried to find the words to answer. My warm breath bathing his chest and neck. His hand slowly moved to my back, letting his fingers trace lazy soft circles on it, enjoying my rocking hips but anxious for more. He murmured something against my neck, but I couldn't focus enough to understand.

Not being able to wait for more, I slightly get up and grab his length lining it up with my entrance, sinking onto him. My brain is in a foggy haze, and my heart is pounding out of my chest. The urge to move into him, which now was intensely looking at me, waiting for my next move, was strong. But I waited while grabbing him by his tie and kissed the tip of his nose. "Oh my god, you feel so good baby, always stretching me out so well,” I manage to get out in a breathless chant. "God, you're so warm," he whispers back in a strained voice as he begins to kiss the spot where he had buried his head in my neck; I tug his hair to get his head out of it, a bit more tightly than before, showing him I’m not playing around.

“Actually, I kind of feel like a bad girlfriend Spence, I didn’t even ask how your day was,” I say as I start to give him light, feather-light kisses on his neck, clenching my walls around him without moving.

“Maybe you should tell me how your day was before we do anything else; I mean, how am I supposed to even know what got you so tense to help you relax? Or maybe we should just stay like this a bit, maybe we could even take a nap” I tease him.

“Fuck, please, I’m begging you (Y/N), do something, please baby, I’ll do anything you want. Just move, please” Spencer whimpers almost crying from need, desperately bucking his hips. I quickly push them down.

“Patience my love, good things come to those who wait. God, maybe I just won’t let you cum at all. I already came once today before you got here, I have no rush. We can stay the whole night like this. You can either be a good boy and follow orders so this can run smoother and quicker, or I’ll just have to wait until you do my love.” I say in a mockingly sweet voice and he nods as he pecks my lips and a loud huff leaves his.

“Okay, so now, tell me what you did today baby, how was work?" I ask feigning interest.

I see Spencer trying to come up with an answer, but every time he parts his precious lips to respond, I clench around him, making him forget every single word. "You see, pretty boy? You can fuck me like a rag doll, but I know you aren’t able to put two coherent words together when I’m clenching around your cock” I tease as a giggle leaves my lips.

“Actually, I have another idea, I might let you fuck me if you make me cum one time before. Sounds like a plan baby?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Spencer eagerly nods as I get up and slowly start to loosen his tie and pull it off his head. He looks up to me eagerly waiting for my next command. “Give me your hands, babe”. He quickly puts his wrists together in front of him as I start to tightly wrap his purple tie around them.

“Is it too tight?” I ask and he shakes his head. I give him a quick peck and we both smile.

Before laying down, my fingers run down my folds collecting my juices. “Suck baby. Taste me.” I command Spencer and he is more than willing to obey. He moans. I lean in and kiss his perfectly chiseled jaw one more time before he stands up and kneels in front of me as I take his seat on the couch.

Even with tied hands, he begins to kiss my neck slowly, making me bite my trembling lip. He was savoring me, every inch of my skin like his favorite meal. He made his way down to my belly and grazed his lips over my navel. As I look down to see him on his knees in between my legs, I see my tummy rise and fall due to my breathing that has become more erratic. He positions his shoulders under my thighs and starts to kiss the inside of my right thigh, then sucking the inside of my left. “Show me how much you missed me” I dare him. And finally, with a long, flat tongue, he tasted me.

I moaned a loud “Spencer” that was heard across the room. I know how much Spencer loved to hear my moans, and I made sure to be loud enough to show him the good job he was doing. Praises falling from my lips as he devoured me.

“You taste so good (Y/N), I thought about this exact moment happening this whole week. I love being the reason for these moans” Spencer quickly said and sweetly smiled at me before returning to his task.

My quickened breaths, and my crumbling body, letting Spencer know of the orgasm that was nearing only became an incentive to make him flick his tongue faster. Seconds later, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming, I came; I came trembling and moaning a string of nonsense words and pants as my fingernails dug into his scalp and my fingers tightly tug at the roots of his hair.

“Fuck baby, come here,” I say as I stand up and loosen the tie around his wrists right before giving him a passionate kiss and whisper a small “Thank you.” against his lips. “No need baby, I love tasting you.” being Spencer’s only response as I push him once more on the couch.

“Now, I think it’s time for your reward. After all. You’ve been such a good boy it's only fair you get to pick what happens next, love” I say as I kneel in front of him and give his cock a long lick right before lightly sucking on the tip, never breaking eye contact.

“Fuck, get up angel, I don’t think I’ll be able to last if you do that,” Spencer said as he grabbed my hand and helped me go back to our initial position, having me on top of him.

“Okay, so, tell me then, how do you want me, baby? want me on all fours, waiting for you to ram into me? or do you just want to sit here and let me use you?” I whisper as my lips trail down his collarbone, and then his chest.

“All fours please” he whimpered.

“What was that baby? I don’t understand, what do you want?” I tease him as I start to position myself on the couch just like he asked.

“All fours (Y/N) please, I can’t wait any longer,” Spencer says with a much more firm tone as he stands up and lightly moans as he slaps my ass playfully.

“Then go ahead. Take me right here, right now, and you better make it good. I don’t want to be able to walk for the rest of the week. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?” I say wiggling my ass in the air, backing up my hips to feel his hardness against me.

“I think I can do that” is his only response as he roughly slams into me all at once. His hands roughly grabbing mine and putting them behind my back as his lips left trails of kisses down my neck and jaw all the way to my lips in which we kissed passionately; our tongues jousting playfully.

He kept thrusting into me slowly but roughly, making me feel every ridge and vein of every inch of his shaft. The pleasure becoming too much, blurring my vision, and making my pussy as wet as ever. My eyes closed hearing his angelic moans with every downstroke, so I could tell we were perfectly in tune with the pace.

“Your pussy is always so willing to take all of me, so perfect, like the rest of you.” Spencer erotically moaned as he nibbled on my ear. All I could give him was a quiet moan. I loved how quickly our roles could change. How we both loved to play this game of Tug of War with power play.

“Let me ride you, Spence, come on babe” I beg. It doesn’t take anything more than that to have him flipping us over and letting me be on top.

In this position, I can see his flushed cheeks as I start to find a comfortable pace for both of us and close my eyes in pure bliss. His hands went up to my hips then to my breasts. I moaned in his mouth as he squeezed them firmly and pinched them between his thumb and index finger. I’m so close to my second orgasm and I could tell Spence was too, he was waiting for me to break first.

So he grabbed my hips again only to pull me up and pull all the way out until just the head was inside of me and paused. I opened my eyes surprised by this action and looked at him pleadingly. “Please, Spence, babe, please” I beg, biting my lower lip hard enough to draw blood out. I didn’t get a reply. He then sank his member back inside me and paused again staring right into my eyes, not breaking eye contact, and I began to quiver as I came in a long drawn out orgasm as a puddle of moans escaped my lips and I started to come apart in his arms.

Trying to help him reach his climax, I increase the pace of my hips. “Look how easily you slide in and out of me baby, look at how my pussy takes all of you, all of my juices covering your cock”

“Fuck,” I heard him mutter under his breath

"That's it, baby," I encourage as I cling to him, calling his name and wanting it to never end. “I want you to cum inside of me Spence, please, fill me.” I moan. “Let me know who I belong to.” I continue.

Seconds later, I feel him release himself deep inside of me and pull out as he groans in ecstasy and gives me one last sweet and gentle kiss. All I could do was moan and return his kisses with the thirst of a desert traveler.

“Welcome back baby, I made dinner by the way.” I giggle and he smiles as he lets out a hum and playfully slaps my ass as I get up from his lap before I run to the bathroom to clean up.

“Home sweet home ” I hear Spence whisper.

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right where you left me

I think this is the fastest I’ve ever finished a two part series haha. I honestly thought I was done Saturday but decided to add some more to it and the whole thing ended up being almost 9K words so.... I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had a lot of requests for this fic and I really enjoyed writing it :) and if you need it here’s a link to part one

Sunday 10:38 AM

You two doing good?

doing fine, just a little tired

Need me to bring anything by? I’m off at 2

I think we’re okay, i’ll text if I think of anything

thank you :)

No problem. Talk soon.

Sunday 11:15 AM

I’m going to grab a late lunch. Do you want anything?

Sunday 11:52 AM

Heading into surgery, shouldn’t be too long.

Sunday 1:47 PM

About to head out.

Sunday 2:08 PM

Missed Call from Alex

Sunday 2:15 PM

Missed Call from Alex

Sunday 2:22 PM

You okay? I’m getting worried

Sunday 2:39 PM

On my way over.

Sunday 2:45 PM

Missed Call from Alex

Jo is exhausted if she's honest with herself. At six months pregnant she’d thought that things would get easier from here on out, but she’d been foolishly wrong. She’d been dealing with a nasty resurgence of her morning sickness the past three days and her once abounding second trimester energy had now dwindled down to practically nothing. After leaving work the day before she’d barely gotten out of bed, only leaving the warm blankets to go to the bathroom or grab a snack.

She’s laying in bed, finally settled down after another bout of morning sickness, when the door to the loft slides open loudly. She ignores it at first, knowing it’s probably Alex coming to check on her, but she bolts up from her position in bed when he starts practically screaming.

“Jesus Christ Jo! I thought you were dead, you can’t reply to a text or pick up your damn phone,” Alex is clearly frantic as he paces the loft, barely acknowledging Jo’s presence. “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

“I’m sick Alex, I’ve either been asleep or throwing up since I texted you,” Jo’s voice had an edge to it as she stared Alex down. “And I don’t need you coming in here and trying to guilt trip me or whatever this is.”

“I’m not trying to guilt trip you, I’m trying to make sure you and our kid aren’t dead!”

“Well now that you know we aren’t you can leave Alex. You probably wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Meredith getting sick,” Jo could feel her anger boiling as she looked at Alex. She knew her words were a low blow, but her anger and her hormones won out as she continued to yell at him. “I am more than capable of taking care of myself and our son without you constantly keeping tabs on us. That’s not your job anymore, you’re not my husband! You’re just the guy who knocked me up and then left for three months after telling me for years that you would never leave. You left and you weren’t coming back and the only reason you did is because I’m pregnant. If I wasn’t then you wouldn’t be here acting like you care… Do you think I don’t realize that? I get it, I’m nothing to you anymore and you’re only here for the baby. Well your son is fine and I’m fine too so please just get out.”

There was a moment of silence as Jo and Alex stared at each other, her eyes alight with anger and frustration. She settled herself back into bed with her back facing the door, holding her breath until she heard the door to the loft slide shut again and Alex’s footsteps retreat downstairs. When she finally released the breath she had been holding, a shaking round of tears followed it.

She didn’t know if she believed the words she’d spat at Alex, at one point she did but now she wasn’t so sure. He’d shown her over and over that he genuinely cared for her outside of his parental responsibilities to their son, even if he had left her behind. In truth, no matter how many therapy sessions she went to or how much her and Alex talked things out there was still a gaping hole in her chest created by the man she loved. She’d work through it, she always did, but right now all she wanted was sleep.

She sleeps for three hours, the longest stretch in the past few days that she’s been able to manage without throwing up. When she finally wakes her stomach is growling at her which almost makes her roll her eyes because she hasn’t been able to keep anything down lately. Jo slowly rolls out of bed and heads to the kitchen to find something to eat, but instead stops at the sight of her dining table.

There’s a large bouquet of tulips, her favorite flowers, along with ginger ale, soup, and her favorite snacks. Next to that she spots the tiniest blue striped onesie she’s ever seen, the sight bringing tears to her eyes. As she scans the spread once more, she grabs the card on the flowers and reads the barely legible writing.

Jo,

I’m sorry for the past few months. I know I’ve put you through hell but I’m trying my hardest to make it up to you and I promise I won’t stop trying. I’m a better man because of you and I hope I can be that man for you and our son.

Alex

Wiping up her tears, Jo grabs her car keys and heads down to her car. She knows she probably looks a hot mess but she drives the few blocks to Alex’s apartment anyways, barely noticing the thick sheets of rain that soak her thin pajamas as she bolts from her car into the brick building.

When Alex opens the door, she knows she looks insane but she forces the words out before he can say anything, “I’m sorry for snapping at you, you didn’t deserve that. I said a lot of things I didn’t mean because I was angry and my emotions are all over the place. That doesn’t make it right, it’s just… I’ve had a hard time lately. With everything. And I lashed out at you and I shouldn’t have.”

Alex stared at Jo for a moment before stepping into the hallway and pulling her into his embrace, “I’m sorry too, for freaking out on you, that’s the last thing you need right now. I meant what I said, I do want to be better for you. For both of you.”

“And I’m sorry for telling you that we’re having a boy by yelling it across the room at you,” Jo let a quiet laugh out as she looked up at Alex, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Maybe we can just talk things out from now on? And try to contain our tempers. Oh god, I hope our kid doesn’t have a temper.”

Alex chuckled, pressing a light kiss to Jo’s hair as he ushered her inside his apartment, “He's probably going to but you can teach him how to throw stuffed animals at the wall.”

“Hey, how’s your day going,” Jo tried to act as casual as she could as she leaned against the wall next to Alex who was typing up something in a chart. “Just out of curiosity, you know for a patient, how do you tell the difference between Braxton Hicks and real contractions?”

Alex’s head whipped up, eyes moving from Jo’s bump to her face. She had kept a calm demeanor as she left her surgery early, but now standing next to him she felt nervous, “You’re having contractions? Are you in labor?”

“If I knew that I wouldn’t be asking you would I,” Jo huffed as she pressed her hand against her stomach. The movement didn’t seem to calm Alex as he stared her down, his own hand coming up to sit right above hers on her belly. “I don’t think I am, I’ve just been super uncomfortable since last night. I spent an hour just sitting on the couch because I was in so much pain I couldn’t move. Actually I was kinda convinced I might just give birth then and there, but my pain went away and I got a few hours of sleep.”

Alex pressed his hand against Jo’s back as he led her down the hallway, his eyes not leaving her as they walked, “I don’t like you being alone in there all the time. What if you had actually gone into labor?”

“Then I would’ve called you.”

“And what if you couldn’t reach your phone? Or you lost too much blood and passed out,” Alex stopped walking and braced his hands on Jo’s shoulders. “I’m just worried about you and the baby. You know I always am, especially with your due date being so close.”

Eyes narrowing, Jo reflected on the past few months as she stared Alex down. After their blowout fight, Alex and her had begun to slowly work on their relationship and building it back up. It wasn’t an easy task, there had been a lot of yelling and crying and talking through things, but she was happy with where they were as the weeks leading up to their son’s arrival dwindled away on the calendar. She didn’t know what the future held for them, but she was content to just have him by her side for now.

“Well I’m not moving out of the loft if that’s what you’re insinuating,” Jo crossed her arms across her chest. “I know you’re worried but I’ll be fine.”

Alex fixed her with a serious stare, one hand coming back down to her growing bump, “Well then I'll move in, I mean if that’s okay with you. I really don’t want you to be alone and I can help when he gets here. I’ll even sleep on the couch.”

A groan left Jo as she looked up at Alex. She appreciated his help, but she didn’t need to be under constant supervision, “Alex, I’m fine. I love that you’re worried, but I don’t need a babysitter. Now I am going to go home and take a long nap, I’ll see you later.”

Jo walked away from Alex, not letting him get another word in as she headed for the residents lounge to grab her things. She knew being due next month meant that things would only get harder from here on out, but she was determined to do as much as she could by herself.

“Jo? I brought you dinner.”

Jo’s head popped up from her position leaning against the back of the couch, her body protesting at the sudden movement. She held back the groan she wanted to release as she watched Alex throw a takeout bag onto the kitchen counter. She’d been trying to relieve the pain that had been building in her back all day, but it seemed to have heightened as soon as she got home.

“Hey, sorry for barging in but I figured you were hungry,” Alex eyed Jo for a moment, brows crinkling when she didn’t verbally answer him. “You okay? You look a little pale.”

Jo nodded, but immediately dropped her head to her hands and let out the loud, pained groan she’d tried so hard to hold back. Her hips and back were on fire, the baby’s positioning not helping matters at all. As she tried to hold back another frustrated moan, Alex came up behind her and settled his hands on her lower back, fingers working down into her skin to release some of the pressure building there. The feeling was the first relief she’d felt all day, prompting her to immediately burst into tears. For his part, Alex was unfazed by Jo’s outburst, his fingers continuing to rub her back as she let out loud sobs.

“Hey, look at me,” Alex’s voice rang out softly after a few minutes, prompting Jo to turn and meet his eyes as he held her close. She cursed her heart as it beat out of time, stuttering at the intimacy of her and Alex’s positioning. “You don’t have to do all of this on your own. I know you can, but I’m here and I want to help you. Will you let me help?”

Pressing her head against Alex’s chest, Jo nodded as she took a deep breath. She hated to admit it, but Alex was right, she did need a little help. She hadn’t slept properly in days, her back was on fire, and her Braxton Hicks were coming at an almost constant rate now. More than anything, Jo just needed someone to support her and Alex was the best person for that role.

“Good, now let’s get you in bed. You look like you haven’t slept in a week,” Alex chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her head. The small move sparked something in Jo, despite Alex having done it more than once since returning home. Her fingers curled into his shirt, eyes turning up to meet his with a dark glint behind them. “What? What’s that look for?”

Before he could say anything else, Jo moved one hand to tangle in his hair and bring his lips down to hers. The feeling was indescribable, something she’d craved since she had dropped him off at the airport so many months ago. As if sensing the same thing, Alex kissed her back hungrily, his fingers readily finding purchase against her hips. After a moment, he pulled back and met her eyes.

“You were just crying and now you’re kissing me,” Alex chuckled, brushing back a strand of hair from her face. “I think you do need to get some sleep.”

“Will you lay down with me, I haven’t been able to sleep for like three days,” Jo’s eyes were pleading with Alex as she crawled under the covers. “He calms down when you’re around, I might actually be able to sleep for more than an hour.”

Alex obliged, kicking his shoes off and crawling into the other side of the bed. As he wrapped one arm around Jo’s expanding stomach, she closed her eyes and let her mind believe that this was a normal day for them. That they’d come home from work and were settling in for the night, that they didn’t sleep in separate apartments, that they weren’t divorced and Alex had never left. For a moment Jo let herself believe everything was okay.

Those thoughts and Alex’s presence lulled Jo into the most peaceful sleep she’d gotten in weeks. Her mind drifted off, letting her aching body rest and giving her much needed relief.

“He’s gonna be in the bassinet for the first few months, I don’t see why you insist on setting up the crib now,” Jo groaned as she sat herself on the couch, propping her bare feet up on the coffee table. “Can you just shove your clothes in the dresser and come sit down? Your nagging has exhausted me.”

A chuckle leaves Alex as he settles himself across the couch from Jo, reaching for her feet and pulling them into his lap, “Sorry that all of my heavy lifting and asking you where I should put things has bothered you.”

A noncommittal groan left Jo as her eyes fluttered closed, one hand floating down to her bump as Alex rubbed her swollen feet. He’d been at the loft every night since their agreement last week, making sure that he was able to help Jo sleep and stopping their son from keeping her up all night. Jo was thankful for the reprieve, even more thankful when Alex hadn’t batted an eye at her request for help relieving some of her more… primal urges that had sparked since her raging hormones had taken over her body. She’d fight anyone that insinuated that her and Alex were together, because they definitely weren’t, but she had a hard time denying the fact that sex with him was just as great if not better than it had always been.

Even being so far along in her pregnancy, Alex seemed to know what her body craved even more than she did. The way that they still worked so well on a physical level was no shock to Jo, but Alex’s uncanny ability to make her come undone and feel completely satisfied still shocked her. The first time they’d had sex again Jo had come three times before he’d even taken his pants off.

“You want me to order dinner? We can get Chinese if you want,” Jo barely registered Alex’s voice as his fingers moved across her skin. She could tell her body was already reacting to the feeling of him so close to her, her mind desperately trying to fight off the growing heat between her legs. “Jooooo? You in there?”

Jo peeks her eyes open, meeting Alex’s gaze with a grin. She moves one hand to grab his shirt and pull him closer to her, a chuckle leaving him as he understands exactly what she’s asking for.

“You’re insatiable,” Alex’s tone is light as his lips trail down to Jo’s neck. “I wouldn’t be shocked if sex is what sends you into labor.”

“Your dirty talk needs some work,” Jo groans as one of Alex’s hands trails up her body to brush against her breast. “But you might have a point…”

When Jo rolls over to glance at the clock, she's beyond frustrated that it tells her it’s midnight. She’d fallen asleep not even two hours ago after tossing and turning for 45 minutes trying to get comfortable between intermittent Braxton Hicks contractions. Resigning herself to another night of insomnia, she rolls out of bed and heads for the bathroom.

“You know, you’re being a real pain in the ass,” Jo groans as she looks down to her belly, a kick hitting her bladder as she flips on the bathroom light. “Yeah, you’re definitely a Karev.”

Finishing up in the bathroom, Jo walks quietly back to bed and settles herself above the covers. She knew she’d have to pee again soon and didn’t want to bother climbing all the way into bed again only to climb right back out.

After her scare early on in her pregnancy, Jo was just grateful to be carrying her baby still. But with only a few days left until her due date, she was growing more and more frustrated as her body began to prepare for labor. She hated how she couldn’t go more than an hour or two without feeling like she was going to pee her pants, how her back was constantly in pain no matter how she laid herself across the bed, how her son was now so large that even taking a deep breath was a monumental task.

It didn’t help that she’d been on maternity leave for the past two weeks and had been home alone bored out of her mind most of the time. She’d cleaned the loft, organized both her and Alex’s dressers, washed and folded all of the baby clothes, and watched every season of Friends. Jo almost wanted to go into labor just to have something to do that wasn’t cleaning.

Just as she’d predicted her bladder began screaming at her once again, prompting Jo to pull herself off of the bed and head back towards the bathroom. To her shock however, a loud pop sounded as soon as she stood, her feet instantly soaked by the rush of liquid now pooling on the ground.

“Alex… Alex! Wake up,” Jo tossed her pillow at Alex’s sleeping form across the bed, watching as he slowly began to wake. She felt bad knowing he’d just come off a long shift the night before, but she needed him. “Alex!”

The lights in the bedroom flicked on as Jo let out a low groan and reached for the edge of the bed, a sharp pain running through her stomach as she clenched the blankets tightly. A warm hand settled on her back, calming Jo slightly as her mind began to race, “How long have you been up?”

“Twenty minutes, but my water just broke,” Jo took a deep breath as she blindly reached for Alex’s hand. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Don’t be sorry, what else am I gonna do right now,” Alex pressed a kiss against the side of Jo’s head as his hand continued to rub soothing circles into her back. “Will you be okay if I go throw the bags in the car real quick?”

Jo nods at him, but as soon as his hands aren’t on her anymore she wants to call out and bring him back to her. She’d gotten used to being so close to Alex, his hands constantly near her as he rubbed her aching feet or back and moved his hand across her belly to feel the baby’s movements. She’d even made it a habit of curling up next to him when he crawled into bed after a long shift, his hands always moving to pull her closer as she buried her face into his chest. When he’d moved back into the loft to make things easier when the baby came she’d been hesitant, but Jo couldn’t help how comforting she found his presence.

“Cars packed and I called the hospital so they know we’re on our way,” Jo looked up, Alex’s voice startling her out of her thoughts. His hands fell to her lower back again as she leaned against his chest, the feeling relaxing Jo as another contraction rushed through her body. “Those are pretty close together, how long have you been having contractions?”

“On and off since you left for work yesterday morning,” a groan left Jo as she braced her hands on Alex’s shoulders, the pain radiating through her stomach growing stronger. “Nothing this bad though.”

“Well let’s get going then, I’d like to avoid you giving birth in my car,” a small chuckle left Jo as Alex led her out of the loft. The next time they’d walk through the doors they’d have a baby with them. “Hey I was wrong! Sex didn’t put you into labor!”

“Shut up Alex.”

The exhaustion that falls over Jo as she leans into Alex is only surpassed by her joy at the squirming bundle that’s being placed on her chest. A head of dark curls greets her as she presses the infant close to her, fingers coming up to brush the soft skin of her son's cheek.

“You’re here, you’re real,” Jo laughs wetly as she looks down at the baby in her arms, her son, tears instantly welling in her eyes. “Oh my god your head is huge.”

“Sorry about that, that’s my bad,” Alex’s voice rings out from behind her, prompting Jo to shift closer to him as he presses one hand on the baby’s back and another against her arm in a comforting gesture. “You did so good, you’re a freaking rockstar.”

As she sits with her newborn snuggled against her and Alex’s arms wrapped around her, Jo thinks that she could stay right there forever. The pain, the heartbreak, the worry, all of it fades as she relishes in the feeling of the two people she loves most by her side. She’d been through so much in her life, lows she never wanted to relive, highs she would remember forever. All of it seems to pass by her eyes in a flash as she zones into this moment, the one moment she’s sure she’ll never forget as long as she lives.

In a second, without warning, Jo realizes that nothing else mattered. What had happened before, the grudges she’d held, the words spoken and not between her and Alex over the past year didn’t matter. He was here, with her and with their son and she knew he wasn’t leaving. He didn’t have to say it, didn’t have to promise anything or beg for her to let him in. His arms holding her close and his fingers brushing at their son’s curls reminded her that things had changed so much already.

“I love you,” Jo whispers as she lays her head on Alex’s chest, her eyes still trained on the baby in her arms. “I love you so much Alex.”

There’s a pause, a stillness in the air as Alex freezes next to her. The words that they’d exchanged so freely before now held a heavier meaning, they meant more this time around. His fingers moving slowly up and down her arm stop for a moment, continuing again as he presses a kiss to her temple, “I love you too Jo.”

She doesn’t know how long they sit like that, both of them staring down in awe at the little boy they’d created together. Alex tells him about how he was certain that they’d conceived him in the backseat of his car, Jo chuckling at the ridiculous story as her eyes fought to stay open. She’d been in labor for almost five hours and had been pushing for another, the event taking its toll on her as she leaned against Alex and shut her eyes.

“You sleep, I'll take him and we’ll be here when you wake up,” Alex grabs the infant from her arms, Jo peeking her eyes open to marvel at the sight of their son nuzzled against him. “Tell mama to take a nap, she deserves it.”

Jo watches the two for a moment more before closing her eyes and letting the joy she felt wash over her, lulling her into a peaceful sleep.

Jo wakes to small cries and the sound of someone singing softly. The cries lessen as the singing gets a little louder, the rough melodic voice singing some rock song that was not appropriate lullaby music. Sitting up in bed, she lets her eyes adjust before making out the silhouette of Alex rocking their two week old son to sleep.

“Is he hungry? I can take him,” Alex’s head popped up in surprise at Jo’s voice, his face illuminated by the low light shining from the kitchen.

“No, he’s almost back down. I gave him a bottle already,” Alex rocked back and forth a few more times before smirking up at Jo. “You go back to sleep, you need it.”

Settling her head back into the pillows, Jo watched both boys for a few minutes until Alex settled the baby back into his bassinet. Satisfied that the infant was going to stay down, he crawled back into bed and pulled Jo into his arms, “I thought I told you to go back to sleep.”

“Mmm yeah but you and Max looked too cute,” one hand trailed up to Alex’s face as Jo snuggled against him. “Besides it gets cold in here without you.”

A chuckle left Alex as his hands wrapped around Jo, bringing her flush against his chest as his lips brushed a kiss against her hair, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jo settled her head against Alex’s chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her own body.

Jo’s eyes close again, her mind drifting to think of Luna, of the concern she’d had that her son might end up alone and scared like she had been. She knew that the little girl was probably sleeping in her crib at home, her mom healthy and snoozing beside her, the thought comforting her slightly. As she thought of Alex and the way he cared so deeply about her and Max, Jo knew she’d never have to worry about either of them being alone again.

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“Stay PT. 3” j.j.h

Pairing: professor!jaehyun x prostitute!reader.

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff.

Warnings: Explicit sex, age gap, slight mention of violence.

Summary: y/n was a prostitute in the most expensive hotel of Seoul, not because she liked to have sex with strangers, but because she needed the money. Jaehyun was her college professor, he needed to “get laid” according to his friends, but he would’ve never imagined that the girl he hired was one of his students. His favorite student.

a/n: This is the last chapter, thank you so much for reading!!

Part 1 | Part 2

“Can I offer you something to drink?” After hysterically crying at the bus stop, Jaehyun drove both of you to his house.

You were surprised when you entered. It was huge, no teacher would ever be able to afford such a big house. He had a few paintings decorating the walls, those didn’t seem cheap neither.

“A glass of water, please.” You carefully sat down at the couch of his living room, afraid to damage his expensive furniture.

“Here.” He came back with two bottles of water. “I’m sorry, my water purifier broke. This is all I have.”

Water purifier. You could only dream of having things like that.

“I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable back in the bus stop.” You slightly bowed.

“It’s okay sweetie.” You blushed.

Jaehyun wasn’t uncomfortable at all, he had grown fond of you.

“Do you want to talk?” He wanted to let you know he could be a shoulder to cry on.

“Don’t worry about me, I was just talking nonsense.” You weren’t. Everything you’d said was true, and Jaehyun knew that.

“Don’t lie to me, y/n.”

“I’m not lying.” The blush in your cheeks betrayed your words. “Seriously.”

His hands reached out for yours. The familiar warmth started to grow on your chest again.

“I won’t force you to talk. But please know you can trust me.” His reassuring smile made your heart throb.

“Maybe I should leave.”

“Stay.” He held your hands tighter. “It’s late and you cried a lot.”

“I can take care of myself, Mr. Jung. Don’t worry, I’m a big girl.” You faked a smile the best you could. But he could see right through you.

“I wasn’t asking, y/n. It would be irresponsible for me to let you leave like this.”

You sighed, he really wasn’t gonna give up.

“Okay.” His cute smile appeared.

“I’ll lend you some clothes, follow me.” He intertwined your fingers with his.

His room looked as expensive as the rest of the house. He pulled out a black shirt and sweatpants.

“Here.” He handed you the clothes. “The bathroom is over there.” He pointed a door inside his room.

You went in and got changed. The outfit was too big for you, but really comfortable. When you exited the bathroom you found Jaehyun changing the bed sheets.

“What are you doing?” You held your own clothes near your chest.

“I’m guessing you prefer to sleep in clean bead sheets.” He placed a comforter over the bed. “All done. I’ll be in the living room in case you need something.” You were left all alone in the room.

The tears you had been holding finally left your eyes. Life has never been nice to you, not even once. You hated your job, but you hated even more the idea of loosing all your income.

All the memories of your adolescence assaulted you. Fear filled every inch of your body as you remembered your stepfather beating your mom. The sound of every strike against her body, the blood coming out of her mouth, the tiny closet you hid in with your little sister. You couldn’t deal with it by yourself, so you exited the room and walked towards the living room. Your loud steps announced your arrival.

“What’s up?” Jaehyun’s eyes were glued to the Tv. “Are you hungry?”

You tried to find the right words to start a conversation.

“Is everything okay?” His gaze parted from the show he was watching. He noticed your puffy red eyes and your tear stained cheeks. “Do you want to talk?”

You just nodded. He patted the seat beside him.

“Whenever you’re ready.” He turned off the Tv. You had his full attention.

“I need the money to pay my sister’s tuition, she studies abroad.” Jaehyun thought that was a nice gesture of you.

“Go on.” His smile have you confidence enough to tell your story.

“I used to live in Daejeon, but I ran away from home with my sister when I was sixteen. She was only ten.”

“Why did you leave?”

“My stepfather used to beat my mom. It was “normal” for us. But one day he went too far, she just... she stopped moving, her eyes wouldn’t close anymore.” Breathing was getting harder and harder for you. You needed comfort. “Can I hug you, Mr. Jung?”

Your petition caught Jaehyun off guard, but he nodded. His arms were wide open, waiting for you to embrace him, and when you did, it was the sweetest hug you’d ever received. You silently cried against his white shirt. His fingers caressed your hair.

“I’m here for you.” Your sobs started getting louder.

“Her eyes were lifeless, Mr. Jung.” You held onto him tighter.

He didn’t say anything, but instead, he kept you close to him, close to his warmth. After a few minutes you stopped crying.

“Sorry.” You pointed at his chest. “I made your shirt wet.”

The unintentional pout in your lips amused Jaehyun. You truly looked like an angel to him. He leaned closer to your face.

“Can I kiss you?” He had never asked you for permission before.

“Yes.”

His plump lips covered yours. Jaehyun hadn’t admitted his feelings toward you, but the kiss was enough to let you know how much he adored you.

“You should go to sleep, it’s late.” The kiss came to an end.

“I’m not tired.” You wanted to stay longer with him. “Let’s cuddle and watch a movie. Sounds fun, right?

“Clever girl.” He poked your nose. “Any suggestions.”

You snuggled into his chest.

“Whatever you want.”

He picked a marvel movie. It was hard for you to keep your eyes opened, specially when you had Jaehyun’s hand massaging your scalp.

“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.” He helped you off the couch.

You laid down on his bed as soon as you arrived to the room. He kneeled down beside you.

“Good night.” He pecked your forehead.

“Stay, please.” You grabbed his hand before he could leave.

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” First, he tucked you in, then he got under the covers with you.

His right arm was hugging your waist, while his left hand caressed your face. You felt so light under his touch.

“What are we?” You questioned out loud, immediately covering your mouth with both hands. “I’m sorry, it just slipped my mouth.” It was supposed to be a private thought, but it wasn’t anymore.

Jaehyun seemed rather happy with your clumsiness.

“Well, honey, we’re whatever you want us to be.”

“And what if I want you to be my boyfriend?” You weren’t even thinking about the consequences of your words, all you wanted was to be with him for as long as you could.

“Are you sure? Maybe I’m a little bit too old for you.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty three.” He nervously played with the hem of his-your shirt.

“You’re only eleven years older than me, so it’s a yes for me.” His giggle made you smile.

“So you’re saying, that this beautiful smile belongs to me now?” His thumb traced your lips, causing your smile to grow even wider. You nodded. “I must be the luckiest man in the world, I get to be with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Look at yourself in the mirror, you’re the hottest man I’ve ever met.” His lips pecked yours.

“But I have a request.” He suddenly became serious. “Well, two requests, actually. First, I’d like you to quit your job. Second, stop calling me Mr. Jung.”

“You know I can’t quit, Jaehyun.” He smiled. His name sounded so beautiful coming out of your lips.

“I’ll pay your sister’s tuition.”

“You can’t. I won’t let you spend your money like that.” You refused.

“I wasn’t asking. And by the way, I’ll help you get a new job.”

“Jaehyun.” You whined. “I can’t pay you back.”

“I wasn’t asking you to pay me back.”

“At least let me do something for you in return.” You faked an innocent pout.

“And what would that be?” Your hand sneaked down to his crotch.

“I’ll make you feel good, master.” The bulge in his pants immediately started growing.

“You’re playing with fire, y/n.” The hand that was previously on your waist, started rubbing your cunt.

The two of you became a moaning mess as you teased each other. Soon, Jaehyun grew tired of it. He straddled you over his lap.

“You’re going to be a good girl for your master tonight, aren’t you?” With both of his hands in your butt, he moved your hips to grind against him.

The sweet Jaehyun was gone.

“Yes, master.” You whimpered.

Soon enough, all of your clothes disappeared. The sound of your skin slapping filled the whole room. His pace was slower that usual, making sure he was hitting all the right spots.

“Am I making you feel good baby?” His right hand abandoned your hips.

His thumb started rubbing circles in your sensitive bud. Your body started trembling, announcing your orgasm was close.

“Master I’m gonna come” You tried to hold it back as much as you could.

“Come for me, baby.” The knot in your lower belly snapped, releasing waves of pleasure all over your body.

Jaehyun came right after you, his cum filling every inch of your pussy. He puled out, amused by the view of your cunt dripping with his fluids.

After cleaning you up, he laid down on the bed with you.

“Are you going to stay?” He asked mockingly.

“Hmm...” You hugged his naked body. “I think I will.”

The end

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