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tojisun · 4 months

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i would loveeee to see what was like the first time simon and reader were like.. together uhum fucked…. like after they went out of the bar that they met at, yk what i mean??? my english is shit im so sorry but i loveeee how you write simon, soft and full of love 😫💞

HI ANON OMG ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE THIS ASK!! im so sorry for how late im replying :(( and no omg ur english is good, pls dont apologize for it ^v^ and thank u so so much ahhhhh <33

prev (context of the ask) // biker!simon mlist

!! smut - minors dni; praises (might be a kink but its def just simon being in luv); purity kink n dumbification but only if u squint hard; unrealistic sex (cervix penetration); female reader

simon parks the car – johnny’s old dodge; fixed it up using scraps from the shop – in front of his place, silent as he listens to you breathe. you’ve been shivering since the entire ride, quiet puffs of your breath only breaking through when simon’s playlist lapses into silence.

he’s been eyeing you from the corners of his eyes ever since you two left the bar, watching as you played with the loose thread on your sweater, eyes darting between him and the expansive road. he licks the back of his teeth, unclenching his jaw to speak, only, you beat him to it.

“wanna kiss you,” you say, so soft that it almost gets drowned by the rising crescendo of the guitar rift rumbling from the speakers.

simon’s breath hitches, the grip he has on the steering wheel tightening, and he turns as you do, your shy gaze trailing from his fists to his eyes. there’s a spark somewhere there, an instant shift that has simon changing his gait, body rippling and before he knows it, he’s reaching out towards you.

you meet him halfway, body getting jostled until you freeze when the seatbelt snaps. simon takes over, reassuring as he brushes your hair away from your face, sure fingers trailing to click at the holster so that he can finally tug you close.

you clamber to his lap with his help, trembling legs going over the cup holders before settling on top of him, mindful of the horn. simon catches you anyway, big hands spanning your back, ghosting touches along your spine.

he feels your back quiver as you breathe in, memorizing the way you feel in his touch, on his lap, emitting warmth that tickles his skin. he stares at you for a moment, letting his heartbeat settle. then, he presses forward to catch your lips.

you gasp his name, a soft little thing that makes his lungs constrict. he holds you close, steadies you on top of him, slotting his lips easily against your own. your fingers fist his shirt, bundling the fabric tight, and simon groans when you melt on top of him, a pleasured sigh filtering through, splintering into the air, before being devoured by simon’s greed.

he nips at your lips, his tongue slick as it slide against yours, and it’s all too warm, too feverish, too good. and all parts not enough.

the clack of teeth echo in his ears, ringing so loudly, ripping him into needy shreds. you two separate with a whimper. simon blinks his eyes open, catching the way you chase his lips, your own throbbing and wet and plump.

“shit, baby,” he whispers and dives into you again, unable to stop himself.

smaller hands rove over his body, rubbing from his elbows to grip his shoulders, and settling atop his head to fist the strands of his hair. he growls at the first pull and it leaves you putty in his arms, swaying your hips like molten caramel – languid and tantalizing.

he needs more. desperately.

he breaks the kiss again, nuzzling his nose on yours in apology when you whined, and murmurs, “wanna take this inside?”

simon hears the ragged drag of your breath and feels the jostling of your head as you nod.

he hums. “use y’r words, sweetheart.”

“please,” you reply instantly. “i want to. take this inside, i mean.”

simon presses a quick kiss on your lips as a reward. “of course,” he says, gentle as he tugs you closer to him. “let me take care of you, yeah?”

you hiccup at the first slide of his cock, gentle and tentative as it strokes past the fluttering lips of your dripping pussy, and presses in between your plush walls. you cry, burying your head on the pillows, feeling full even when simon’s cock isn’t even fully in yet.

the bulbed head breaches further, carving out space for his thickness, and you go taut, breathing raggedly, tongue dry and wet at the same time. distantly, you hear simon curse, lilted litanies of your name spilling from gritted teeth.

you feel your heart beat in staccato, pounding within the cages of your ribs at the realization that he’s feeling the same way – devoured by the intensity of your bodies matching up. you push your hips back to him, eating up more of his length, and simon’s hold on your waist gains strength, stopping you from moving any more.

it’s not like you can, not with the way your arms snap underneath the weight of your body and pleasure, and you tip into the sheets, a cry spilling from your lips. simon pauses, one of his hands leaving your waist to let his warm palm glide along your back. his touch tickles the ridges of your shoulder blades before he presses down on the valley along your spine.

he’s everywhere, it seems – deep in you, warm against your back. you don’t know what it is but it makes you sob, crashing desire razing from the base of your neck to the tips of your toes.

“shh, my love,” simon whispers, his voice ragged and thick with his own desire. “y’r doin’ so amazing for me. so beautiful. so delicate.”

you whimper, tilting your head to the side as you gasp in a breath. you try to reply but your tongue feels so heavy and your mind is blank. it is only filled with a deafening static and simon.

simonsimonsimon.

it’s all so much. it’s still not enough. it’s a miasma of carnality – ever so expanding now that you’ve got a taste of it.

simon kisses the back of your head. “can y’take all of it f’r me?”

all of it? all of him?

he’s not- he’s not fully in yet?

you garble a reply, a mix of yes and please and simon’s name. simon, in return, peppers kisses on your back and murmured words on the trembling rise of where your lungs are. he holds you again, his hands leaving your waist to wrap your fists with his warm touch instead, and it makes you swoon, unintelligible cooing noises tumbling from your lips and into the space between.

the moment simon sinks himself deep, his pelvis hitting the flesh of your ass, you keen, drawn out and long. tears trickle from your eyes and drool spill from the corner of your lips, staining his pillow. but it doesn’t matter because simon, big and filling simon, ruts his hips once, twice, three times, before he’s pulling out again.

“si-!” his name dies on your tongue when simon snaps his hips back, his cock sliding into your pussy and breaching your tight walls again. you scream, a broken cry of your pleasure ripping itself from your throat.

simon doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop – why would he? it feels so good!

sogoodsogoodsogood!

“so tight f’r me,” you hear him rumble, his lips close to your ear. he sounds so drunk in his pleasure. so drunk in you. “so good, lovie.”

“feel where i am hittin’?” he thrusts in harder, kissing somewhere deep, the thick head snug in your cunt. “feel me ‘ere?”

simon punches in his cock again, the weight of his balls slapping against your cunt, and you realize. god you realize what it is he’s hitting.

you squeal, slick gushing along the length of his cock, pooling along the wet lips of your pussy, slicking you two even more.

“yeah,” simon laughs, nipping along your neck. “s’your cervix, isn’t it, love?” he ruts his cock deep again when he says this, exchanging his fast thrusts for slow humping, making you feel every inch. every press.

you sob, nodding because yes, yes it is!

simon croons, nosing along your hair, breathing you in. “y’r takin’ me so well. takin’ me so greedily. y’r so precious, lovie. so perfect, so beautiful.”

his words slur together as he gets lost to his own pleasure, sinking into the euphoria engulfing him. you moan, choked squeals of his name lolling out of your babbling mouth. you feel untethered. floaty. you feel so full and so stuffed, your belly fluttering at every deep kiss of simon’s cock.

you feel so-

“simon! si- ah!- si! si!”

the spray of your squirt falls on your unhearing ears, a stuttering white buzz that fills your mind muffling everything that isn’t simon’s cock and your pleasure. simon curses from behind you, his face falling to the crook of your neck again, shaking as he fucks you harder and faster, sporadic thrusts turning into shallow pumps as he chases his own peaking pleasure.

and you take it. you take it like the good girl he told you that you are, limp and overstimulated, because simonsimonsimon.

from: soap (02:13)

> so i dropped off your bike :D

> may have heard you fucking your date.

> how are your neighbours not calling to complain?

to: soap (06:23)

remind me to block your number. <

WHEW!! not my best work :(( but i enjoyed writing this holy shit??

tagging: @babygirl-riley @teehee-47 @comeonatmebruh

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #anon #ask #suns #kicking my legs bc i love smut trope like this

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davidtennantgenderenvy · 4 months

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On David Tennant and Aging

So, I’ve seen a lot of posts in response to Tumblr users’ habit of affectionately calling their favorite middle aged dudes “old men”, David Tennant in particular, saying things like “clearly you’ve never met an actual old person”, “omg you talk about these guys like they’re 80”, “please be normal about people aging”, etc. And on one hand, all of these statements are objectively right and true! But as someone who’s always been really fascinated by and found a lot of beauty in getting older (which I’ve explored in some of my writing on A03 because nobody else is going to do it for me), I’d like to provide a bit more nuance on how I think this label applies to David in particular.

David, obviously, in literal terms, is not “old”, at least not to me- I don’t personally consider people old until they get past 60. 52 is middle aged, simple as that. And yet, when I see David stuck with the “old man” label, it still somehow feels weirdly right, for a number of reasons.

It annoys me so much when people say David “hasn’t aged a day since Doctor Who”, because, well…

He clearly has. A lot. He’s got forehead creases, deep crows’ feet and eyebags, and I think that post-Fourteen we’re gonna see him rocking the grey temples a LOT more. He also has the voice of an older man now, his upper range is still there but the default is much more deep and rich, with a gravelly, rumbling quality that just goes straight through you. I personally think Broadchurch was when David finally started to embrace looking his age- Alec Hardy just wouldn’t have been served by Ten’s fresh-faced boyishness.

Obviously, these are the kinds of changes you’d expect any 52-year-old man to have, but something about David just makes it all seem a bit more… intense? The expressiveness of his face combined with his almost gaunt frame makes his wrinkles very prominent, and when he works his voice to its emotional extremes, his lower register can sound positively ancient, to devastating effect.

David, I think, is someone with an old soul- I don’t think he could be as good as he is at playing ancient characters like Crowley and The Doctor if he weren’t. He has lived so many lives, given so much of himself to so many characters, often incredibly tragic ones, and I think it wears on him. David also has five kids. FIVE. Do you know how exhausting it is to be one of the hardest working actors alive and be a present, loving father to even ONE child? But David somehow does it anyway! Nowadays I see him and my heart breaks because he looks so tired, so weary and fragile. But he’s all the more beautiful for it to me because I know that that is because he is kind. He’s a deeply empathetic person who feels and lives to the absolute fullest, and that story is written so clearly on his face, along with every other story he has ever been a part of.

There’s other things about David that make the label endearingly fitting- his utter hopelessness when it comes to technology, for instance. And he’s just got that warm, wise, grandpa energy too sometimes- look at that above Fourteen picture and tell me I’m wrong!

I once showed my friend who’d only seen David in Doctor Who and Harry Potter a picture of David from Around The World in 80 Days. It was a particularly emotional scene, and his face had just the most beautiful expression of compassion and sadness, every wrinkle on full display. And she said, in a less than complimentary fashion, “he looks so old!” Which, of course, offended me quite a bit at first. But to me, referring to David as old almost feels like a badge of honor, something he’s earned by living fully and selflessly, working hard and being wise and compassionate beyond his years. I think David himself is secretly more than a little insecure about the fact that he’s getting older. There’s sadness behind every jovially self-depreciating remark he’s made about his age in the past year, particularly in comparing himself to Ncuti Gatwa. I know how much David struggles with his impostor syndrome and how people perceive him, and I can clearly see in his eyes the fear of being discarded, the anxiety he feels about if he’ll still be as loved as he was back in 2007 now that he’s closer in age to King Lear than he is to Romeo. So I hope David knows it’s a privilege to watch him grow older, to watch his soul and talents deepen with the crinkles around his eyes. If I, in my silly goofy tumblr girl-ness, call David Tennant an old man, it’s because it’s a label that suits him beautifully- even if it isn’t TECHNICALLY an accurate one yet.

#David tennant #doctor who #the tenth doctor #the fourteenth doctor #good omens #crowley #shakespeare #around the world in 80 days #phileas fogg #pro aging #growing old

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femdomlieeh · 3 months

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Caramel (m)

Sub!Brat!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x Dom!GF!Reader

WC—4.5 ✧ k

WARNING—jealousy ✧ semi-public masturbation (car, m) ✧ spanking (m!r) ✧ face sitting (f) ✧ degrading ✧ praising ✧ piv ✧ riding ✧ nipple play (f!r) ✧ hair pulling (m!r) ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (Love, Baby, Mommy) ✧ awkward encounter with Yeonjun from TXT

THEMES—smut ✧ established relationship ✧ fluffy ✧ jealousy ✧ good boy turned bad

NOW PLAYING —I Wanna Be Yours ✧ Arctic Monkeys

A/N. I got some sweet messages of encouragement from readers on both wattpad and tumblr after my last update: thank you! Your words and support motivated me to post this sooner<3

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The mall was packed with people. After Valentines some stores had crazy sales on winter collections since the last major winter holiday was over and the desperation to empty the racks full of winter clothes before it was too late was at its highest point. So, you and your valentine Sunghoon decided to go to the mall. Although you knew the winter leftovers weren't always the prettiest and that you likely wouldn't end up purchasing anything, you thought it would be fun to try on some clothes and just walk and talk since you hadn't spent much time together since Valentine's Day. Also, who knows, you might actually find something nice!

"Baby, you're so sweet," you whispered into Sunghoon's ear, kissing his temple after he greeted you with two hot lattes, one matcha and one caramel — he always picked those two drinks partly for the taste, caffeine and warmth but also so when the two of you were halfway finished you could switch cups.

"Everything for you, Love," he gave you the matcha latte, blushing at your little affection since you were in a very public setting. The only type of physical touch he felt comfortable initiating in front of others was holding your hand or a quick hug, otherwise it was you giving him pecks on his cheek, sitting on his lap or petting his head, which he loved no matter how embarrassed he felt in the moment — your attention and affection is precious to him.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the matcha, content worth the content and also because the cup was warming up your cold hands, but you grabbed his hand anyway, preferring that source of warmth.

He knew his ears were probably red now. He loved it when your cold hand stole the warmth from his.

You swung your hands a little as you walked to your favorite boutique, hoping to find something nice on sale or just walk around and look at different clothes together. But before you entered you were surprised to hear your name. Immediately you recognised the voice but Sunghoon was caught off guard. A foreign voice. A happy voice. A man's voice. The two of you turned around and spotted a man who looked like he belonged in a Kdrama. Sunghoon wished he hadn't been distracted by your touch as you led him to the boutique and that he instead dragged you two to a hot pot restaurant on the opposite side of the mall so you wouldn't have run into this perfect man but it was too late.

The demon with a picture perfect smile walked up with open arms to you two. Or to you and not Sunghoon to be specific. The handsome man hugged you in front of Sunghoon. His ears didn't turn pink like Sunghoon's would when he gave you a two second hug in public. And omg you hugged this man back!

He pulled the rude, good-looking male stranger by his coat, gently separating the two of you.

"Who are you, again?" Sunghoon asked, very confused as to why a male he doesn't know would feel comfortable hugging his girlfriend right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away when I saw her," the guy said with a grin, which made Sunghoon clench the fist that was once in your hand.

"My name's Yeonjun. ____ and I have known each other for more than six years now, right?" He said, looking at you, not Sunghoon.

"Yeah, I think it's been five, six years already. Time goes by so fast!"

Sunghoon gulped. He hadn't even known you for half that time.

"And we haven't seen each other in so long!" the so-called Yeonjun went to your side, entering the boutique together. Sunghoon felt his mouth go dry at how Yeonjun referred to the two of you as "we" and walked side by side with you so naturally. This fucking doucheb—

"Yeonjun, this is my boyfriend, Sunghoon," you made sure to introduce them to each other since Yeonjun got too excited and talked too much too fast and forgot to ask for your boyfriend's name (which was very much his character).

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon," Yeonjun held his hand in front of you to shake Sunghoon's hand.

But your otherwise sweet, polite boyfriend pretended like he didn't see the waiting hand, "Likewise," holding your hand instead.

This was supposed to be his day with you, not handsome Yeonjun's day with you. You were supposed to walk slowly, look around for nothing in particular, arms hooked together (your doing), sipping your lattes until they were half empty so you could switch cups!

The thing is, the two of you were right by the entrance to this boutique heading inside when Yeonjun came so its not like you could pretend you were going to another store to get out of this situation or you would seem rude for blowing him off for no reason, especially since he's been your friend of six years. Or have you two been a thing? Was Yeonjun your friend as in you were in the same class at uni or your friend as in ex who you ended on extremely good terms with or — even worse — was he a "right person, wrong time" type of "friend"? No. He's overthinking it. Surely, you would've told him about all your exes already and Yeonjun's name had never been mentioned. Besides you were a smart person, you wouldn't get into a relationship with Sunghoon if you had feelings for or unfinished business with Yeonjun or anyone else.

But the hug. The way Yeonjun showed you physical touch so easily, no sign of insecurity or blushing. Your comfortable body language, as if you've hugged Yeonjun hundreds of times before.

"Do you remember this?" Yeonjun said, holding up a small pink purse.

"Yes, I do remember," you laughed at the memory.

"What?" Sunghoon looked so lost. You two had inside jokes together!

"After you won a bet, I told you I'd buy you a pink purse one day."

"Yeah. We were stressed kids back," you smiled at the reminiscence. You had gotten a higher score on a test so Yeonjun had promised to buy you whatever you wanted and the first thing you could think of at that time was a pink purse. Since he lost the bet during high school, you didn't expect him to buy it since he didn't have a lot of money and also because it was better to save whatever money he had. But high school was long gone and you hadn't thought of the purse since but Yeonjun remembered.

"Now I have the money to do so..." he continued.

"I already got that same exact purse for her," Sunghoon interrupted before Yeonjun went too far, noticing that was the only pink purse in this section so Yeonjun wouldn't be so rude as to suggest buying another pink purse with another design. Of course, Sunghoon didn't want a handsome man to buy his girlfriend a purse that would remind her of him each time she looked at it — unless that handsome man was Sunghoon, of course.

You looked at Sunghoon after he told the lie, but didn't say anything because he'd also do the same for you if he knew you told a lie to or kept a secret from someone.

"Really? You got her a 30€ purse?"

Now that was rude.

"Well, I really wanted this purse, so the price doesn't really matter," you said, embarrassed your friend would say that to your boyfriend.

"Of course! Of course! If you wanted the purse," Yeonjun tried to save the situation, realizing what he sounded like. He sent a friendly smile at the two of you and started looking through a rail of T-shirts.

After a few minutes of trying to find something that was cute on the sale rack, you called your friend over. "This one would look really good on you, Junnie," you held up a white dress shirt in silk that you found on 30% sale.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think you pull off this kind of aesthetic well."

Hm, how do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at-

Sunghoon walked up to the two of you, "Do you wanna switch cups, Love? I know you love caramel latte and it will get cold soon," he held the cup in front of your lips so you could taste it. He was right, you do love caramel latte and it tastes so much better warm. You smiled at him. The way he showed affection without having to touch, but just remembering any little fact about you and being caring always made your heart melt. You lifted the matcha latte cup to his lips, making him taste too and he did, but not without blushing. For a moment he forgot you were in public and he just wanted to lay down, tangle your legs and arms together and with the hot drinks getting cold on the table as a rom-com played in the background forgotten as you just looked at each other and talked and kissed—

"Guys, do you have anything to try on?" Yeonjun interrupted your little moment.

Then you switched cups before you looked over at Yeonjun. "I can't find anything I like for now—"

"Then you can come and rate this shirt on me. See if you were right that I would look good in it?"

Oh no. Sunghoon did not like this. He had to do something fast.

"Look, Love! You would pull off this dress so well," he half-yelled to get your attention and held up the first thing he in arms reach, blushing at both the dress and at the double entendre.

Your gaze turned to your boyfriend but your eyes visibly went from curious to a bit mad. It was a tight, red dress with a deep cleavage — and it was inappropriate for Sunghoon to suggest trying on or buying this kind of clothes in front of someone else, especially a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. But the fact that it had a lace bra under it, making it look like lingerie, was humiliating. You turned red. Not from blushing, but from fuming. It was very odd of your boyfriend to do that; the guy who blushed when you kissed his cheek at a restaurant when you were sitting alone held up this sexy dress and suggested you try on or buy it in front of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun turned away, awkward, "I'm just gonna go...try this on."

"What was that?" You questioned sternly.

"What was what?" Sunghoon gulped, still holding the dress.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "Are you trying to get punished?"

He remained quiet, tall but so small in your presence.

"Cat got your tongue? Hm? Talk, you didn't have a problem being loud just a minute ago," you whispered so others — especially Yeonjun — wouldn't hear you.

The sound of a door creaking was heard, which made you retreat your hand immediately and turn around.

"How does it look?" Yeonjun asked and scratched his neck as he showed off the white dress shirt you suggested.

"My eye was right. You should buy it," you gave him a thumbs up. Sunghoon did not like this.

"Thank y-"

"I wanna try it on too," Sunghoon interrupted him.

"Oh, sure, I can give it to you in a minute."

"Actually, I think I need a bigger size because of my shoulders so I'll just grab a fresh one." It was Sunghoon's turn to be rude.

He felt a minor adrenaline rush — if that even existed — as he power walked to the part of the clothing zoo where he remembered you had told Yeonjun to try on a shirt you found. At this point would do anything to keep your eyes on him instead of that guy. He hurried into the changing room, changing in just a minute and opened the door.

Your eyes were definitely on him. He had styled the shirt a bit differently than Yeonjun, choosing to keep the first four buttons undone, way sexier than the usual one or two undone buttons. The pure white silk complemented his skin, making him ironically look like an angel.

"You look really, really good, Baby."

It was a modest compliment, since you had company, but Sunghoon already knew what you were thinking as you eyed him up and down.

"It looked better on me though," Yeonjun said in a jokingly manner.

"No, I look better in it," Sunghoon said, "Right, Mommy?"

It slipped out. He didn't mean to say that. In fact, he's never called you that before.

Yeonjun gulped and stood up to go, "I'm gonna go pay for this real quick."

"You're gonna regret that," you said with a voice that was too calm.

"What you gonna do about it, Mommy?" Might as well go along with this brat thing.

"Guys, something came up so I gotta go. I just wanted to say bye!" Yeonjun appeared with a bag and an awkward smile.

"Bye," you said, hugging him farewell.

some minutes later.

After throwing the almost empty caramel latte in the trash, you slammed the door of the car (not hard, but a little louder than normal). Sunghoon had embarrassed you in front of an old friend, your angel acting like a brat. And he was just glad he had your attention.

"Love~"

You started the engine and took off, completely ignoring his cute calling.

"Mommy," he leaned over to your side, putting his face in your boobs.

"Brat," you pressed your hand harshly on his dick. He was hard. "You really got hard from acting like a desperate slut in public?"

"Mhm. More, Mommy," he whimpered in your ear.

"Slut," you pushed his face away with the hand that was giving him pleasure just now, placing his head gently onto the neck rest (still worried for him even when you were mad).

He smirked, ears red at the contrast of your words and pushing and then kindness. He needed more. So much more. Any little attention you had given to Yeonjun today, he needed that attention tripled. He would've acted like a brat much sooner today if he knew you would've taken him home to punish him.

With his eyes on you he undid his pants. He wanted to push the limit. You looked away from the road for a split second to catch a glimpse of what your boyfriend was up to, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being a needy whore," he replied and slid his hand inside the pants.

"Touching yourself without my permission two minutes away from home? You're begging to be punished like the bitch you are," you chuckled and sped up.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned both as an answer to your statement and because of the pleasure his hand was giving. Apparently he loved calling you that.

"Well, you're gonna get it soon, slut," you replied as you were parking.

At that, he went even faster with his hand to get on your nerves even more. And then you were parked. He went for the door in a second, excited for what was about to happen. You got out too and unlocked the door to your place. A slam was heard after you got in. Shoes were taken off and thrown to the side. Sunghoon took your jacket off for you. "Did I say you could touch me?"

Pink spread across his cheeks as he responded with a no, shy all of a sudden. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt just like at the mall and dragged him to your bedroom. He almost couldn't keep up with your steps. Inside the bedroom you pushed him to the wall, a moan slipping out. You tugged his hair and pulled his head back harshly. "Pants off. Now."

They were on the floor in seconds. "No underwear? You took them off when you were trying on your shirt? Slut," you smirked and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of him.

"You know your place." He got over her lap, flashing his ass for her to admire. He had been doing weighted Romanian split squats at the gym lately. This position on your lap was one he had been in before. But never for acting out in public or calling you something inappropriate in front of a friend.

Your warm hand started rubbing his skin smoothly to prepare for punishment and joy. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pear."

"Do you remember my safeword?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Count, if you don't we'll start over again. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said with anticipation clear in his tone. He finally had all your attention on him — and your hands on him as well. This is exactly how he wanted the day to go: spend quality time together.

"How many do you deserve?" You asked to test him.

"Uhm... Ten?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Fifteen it is. Twenty if you misbehave," you said and gave him a harsh spank.

"One," he whimpered out, surprised.

The next one was harder.

"Two," he said under his breath.

"Can't hear you, princess," you slapped his ass cheek rougher.

"Three," he yelled out.

He kept his ground, but you wanted to wreck him for how he acted today — if he wanted to be hurt or just go he should've told you and not been a slut — so you hit harder, if possible.

"F-Four," he stuttered in defeat.

You smirked and brought your left hand to his hair, pulling it.

Your right hand blew him with the same strength as before.

"F-Five," he moaned from the beautiful pain.

Spank!

"Fuck! Six!" He cursed.

"Watch your language," you warned and raised your hand up higher and when it came in contact with his skin it made the loudest hitsound.

"S-Seven. So-So-"

Spank!

"-Sorry! Eight," he exclaimed in a moan so high pitched he was embarrassed.

Spank!

"Ah, nine," he moaned loud enough for the neighbours to be awkward around you next time you see them.

Spank!

"Ten. Mommy, please," he cried out of desperation, not sure if he wanted a break or more.

You were only halfway there, yet his dick already had pre-cum leaking out on your jeans.

"Please what?" You asked and delivered a harder one, knowing exactly what he needed.

"E-Eleven. Mommy, touch me, please," he begged pathetically, knowing you would deny him.

The spank got harder at that.

"Twe-elve," he whined like the bitch he was.

You pulled his head back and looked him in the eyes, "Be a good slut and you might get rewarded"

"Thank you, Mommy."

You let his head go back to rest on the bed (gently just like you'd done in the car) and then spanked him harder to see how much he could take.

"Thirteen," he called out.

His ass cheeks were as pink as his cheeks when you greeted him with a kiss to his temple at the mall.

Spank!

"Fo-Fourteen. Mommy!"

His dick stung at this point. He needed you to touch him so damn much.

Spank!

"F-Fifteen," he moaned, crushed.

He closed his eyes harder, waiting for the next spank.

To his surprise, you just touched his ass softly, grabbing here and there, "You were a good slut for me."

"Thank you, Mommy," his ears got pink at how gentle you were being, petting his hair, combing your fingers through it.

"As a reward you get my cum and if you're good enough you'll get to cum too," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

You pulled him off your lap, standing up and giving a peck to his forehead before softly pushing him back on the bed. You let your jeans fall down to the floor to be long forgotten. Sunghoon licked his lips at the sight of you in black panties. They were see-through! He was so distracted and suddenly the panties were gone and you were sitting on his waist.

"Please, Mommy, sit on me," he pleaded with a made-up sweet voice, wanting to be on your good side so you wouldn't tease him.

"How much do you want it?" You moved some hair away from his eyes, resting your hand on his jaw.

"So much. Please, please, sit on my face. I want to be good for you now, please," he made sure to look you in the eye with a small pout.

"I know you got jealous and acted like a slut because you wanted my attention, but you know I like good boys more, right?" You mock pouted at him.

He nodded fast, "I know. I'm so sorry, Mommy. Let me prove I'm your good boy. Please?"

"Since you begged so cutely...prove it to me," you said before you moved up until your pussy was above his face.

He eagerly stuck out my tongue and put in the tip between you folds to tease you a little and to prepare for what was coming.

"You think you're gonna make me cum this way, bitch?"

His tongue slipped in further and faster to taste your delicious juices. You arched your back slightly at the stimulation, he smiled against you and started nudging his nose gently against your clit. Your hands found their place behind you, on his stomach. You weren't satisfied with the feeling of fabric, so grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up so you could touch the skin and small curves of his abs. Sunghoon definitely had more muscles than that guy. His hands went to your butt and, before you protested, they pushed you further down on his face and so his tongue went even deeper.

"Desperate for Mommy's cum?" You asked and grasped a handful amount of his wet hair.

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations; he was determined to make you cum so good you'd let him cum too. You yanked his hair slightly and he arched his back a little. To show his appreciation he kissed on your clit. Whimpers started spilling from your mouth and excitement and pride started filling him. Both his face and cock were glistening with pleasure and neediness.

"I'm gonna cum."

He nodded and dove in deeper and licked you like he had been thirsty for you his whole life. You pressed herself lower on him, moaning. He held your thighs as they were beginning to shake. His lips sucked on your clit as if it were your nipple and you finally blessed him with your tasty cum. He licked and slurped till there was nothing left to swallow.

"What do you say now?" You asked as you sat back on his chest, catching your breath.

"You're delicious- I mean, thank you, Mommy."

You chuckled and continued with a question, "Who deserves rewards?"

"Good boys," he replied happily.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, you are. Take this off," you said and tugged his shirt, "That shirt from today looked better on you anyway."

He took it off as soon as you told him to. His dick was still standing proud, red from the pleasure and resistance.

"Please, Mommy, sit."

"You think I'm going to let your slutty dick inside me just like that? Go get a condom now."

He hurried to his bag, stark naked in the sunlight from the window. But he didn't care, he just wanted to be inside Mommy. When he got back you had already gotten nude — and that was enough for him to open the condom, put it on and throwing himself on the bed in seconds.

"Don't get too comfortable, sit up," you ordered him as you crawled onto the bed.

He obeyed and rested against the headboard, attention on you. You continued crawling until you sat on his lap.

"Your thighs are so thick and sexy."

"Thank you," he blushed because he'd been going to the gym consistently and your validation made him proud.

"Feels like a sin to make them tremble, but oh well."

You lowered yourself on him until long moans littered the air, both of you sensitive; you from a little overstimulation right after cumming and him from ignoring his pink dick for so long. Without preparation or warning, you bounced up and down on him. He wondered where you get the stamina to do bounce on his dick so well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he cried out.

He saw your boobs bouncing too and just had to start sucking on one of them, hand palming the other one. You gasped. He was very good with his mouth. Your hips moved faster and Sunghoon couldn't keep his moans inside as he switched his mouth to the other boob. He felt like a pervert but he really really loved how your boobs moved up and down when they weren't in his mouth. You tightened your fingers into his hair and made it harder for him to concentrate and suck. He looked up into your eyes through his long eyelashes and started licking your nipple before putting it between my lips.

"My slut."

He let go of your nipple, "No. I'm your good boy, please," and went back to sucking on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Please, Mommy." Kiss after kiss was placed on your boobs as an apology for being a shameless horndog back at the mall.

"Such a good boy."

"Mhm," he mumbled not letting go of your nipple, sucking harder, needing you to praise him more.

Your thighs were trembling, an orgasm coming soon. Sunghoon was close too, but he needed your permission first. "Mommy. Mommy. I-" A moan disrupted his sentence. "Ngh, Mommy. I-I'm gonna cum."

You yanked his head back at that and put your lips on his neck, "Cum for me, my good boy."

He filled the condom with his cum.

"Th-Th-Thank you, Mommy."

Your hips rode out his orgasm and he moaned like a slut the whole time. "Mommy, hurts."

"Good." You continued overstimulating him, chasing your second orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Then you came too with a small bite to his neck.

You laid on top of him, just hugging, breathing each other in and pecking at each other's faces and shoulders.

"Want me to run us a bath, Baby?"

His answer was a small pout — your weakness — and a soft nod.

You got up and held his hand, leading him to the bathroom where you threw away the condom in the trash and swayed slowly back and forth as you hugged, waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water.

"Oh! Almost forgot something," you were confused when Sunghoon let go of the hug.

You smiled as soon as you saw him come back with a lighter and caramel scented candle.

✧ ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ✧ ੈ ✧

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours"

—alex turner

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runningfrom2am · 2 months

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red blazer (c.s.)

pairing: coryo x fem!reader

wc: 2k

tags/warnings: reader is arachne's "little sister" (they're like, a year apart lol but she GIVES little sister), sexual content if you actually squint, arachne is mean but in a big sister way, otherwise it's just cute and kinda funny. idk. enjoy!

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them!)

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a/n: omg second ever coryo oneshot from me. LISTEN- i know i should do more of these BUT i loveee doing series for him bc his personality is SO fun to work with. anyway lol, check out my coryo series'.

"Maybe if you spent less time annoying me and my friends you would make some of your own." Arachne hums, sensing you standing in the doorway to the dining room where she and her friends were apparently working on some kind of assignment.

"I didn't even say anything!" You whine. "I was literally just coming to say hi."

"Well, don't. No one wants to say hi to you."

You pout, staring at her and crossing your arms. "Can I sit? Just for a few minutes? I won't even say anything. I won't bother you, I promise." There was an extremely tempting empty seat across from your sister and next to her friend Coriolanus that you'd been eying since you walked in.

He was just so pretty, so well composed, so tall, you were in love. Your crush on him had been lifelong, and with him only thirteen months older than you, it wasn't at all weird or totally unattainable. That's what you'd been telling yourself, anyway.

Arachne rolls her eyes, slamming her pen down on the table. "I already told you, the fact that you even exist is annoying to me. So, no. Go. Away."

"Arachne, it's fine if she sits for a few minutes." Clemensia cuts in, eager to just be polite but it makes you smile, nodding excitedly.

"Yeah, not everyone is as easily distracted as you are." Your heart flutters in your chest as Coriolanus comes to your defense, and you're already across the room and sliding into the seat next to him.

"You underestimate how annoying my little sister is." Arachne mumbles through gritted teeth, already looking back down at her textbook.

Coriolanus looks over at you and smiles, making the butterflies in your stomach erupt into a panicked frenzy.

"Hi." You whisper, cheeks flushing red.

"Hi." He replies quietly, his tone apologetic.

To Coriolanus Snow, Arachne's little sister was an outlier to her incredibly stuck-up family. She acted out often, was no stranger to commanding the attention of every room she entered, and to him, was the most beautiful girl to ever walk the academy halls.

So every time a group project or paper was assigned, he was forcing himself into the seat next to the oldest Crane daughter and requesting that they work together.

"Maybe at your house? Like usual?"

And it worked, one hundred percent of the time.

"What are you working on?" You whisper, leaning your elbow on the table and looking at the books he had laid out in front of him.

"Nothing fun, I assure you." He chuckles quietly, and you ignore your sister's glare that you could feel burning into your forehead.

"That's boring." You sigh quietly. "What's your favourite class?"

"Law."

"Law?" The way you scrunch up your nose and question his answer makes him smile. "I am sorry for you."

He laughs even though you weren't joking, about to ask what your favourite class was when he's stopped by your sister shouting.

"Mom! Y/N's annoying us, make her go away!"

In a flash, you're shoving the chair back and darting out of the room, disappearing down the long hall of the penthouse.

You were adorable. He knew at that moment that he had to have you.

Being Arachne Crane's "little" sister was a nightmare all on its own. She was annoying, she hated you or at least acted like it, and despite being the baby of the family it felt like every day you were making desperate attempts to claw your way out of her and your brother's collective shadow.

Maybe that's all this was. Did you really like Coriolanus, or did you just like annoying your sister?

The thought crossed your mind only momentarily before Coryo tugged gently at your hair to turn your head so he could detach his lips from yours only to move his kisses and gentle bites to your neck.

Nope, there was no way this had anything to do with your sister.

You let out a soft sigh, holding his shoulders to support yourself as you straddle his lap on the edge of your bed. "Coryo..." You whine, pouting because you know he only has so much time before his absence from the dining room would be truly noticed, and he was dragging this out more than he probably should.

"Tell me what you need, pretty girl." He hums into your skin, his hold on you shifting your hips and tightening over the waistband of your underwear- the only remaining article of clothing on your body.

"Hurry." You mumble, tilting your head down to capture his lips again.

"I told her I was leaving." He tells you between kisses. "We have all the time in the world." You can feel the smile on his lips against your own, and you match it in excitement.

By now, you'd been sneaking around for months. It had been fun, but certainly exhausting.

Worth it. One hundred percent worth it. You think to yourself as he lifts you to turn you over and lay you back on your perfectly made bed, leaning over you and reattaching his lips to your neck.

"How will you leave?" You ask breathlessly as his large hand finds your waist again, gentle but firm in its hold.

"We'll figure it out." He mumbles, clearly very far from concerned about it.

You're almost too caught in the moment to hear the banging on your door that causes you both to freeze, heads snapping in the direction of the sound.

"Y/N! Where's my shirt?! I know you took it!"

Arachne.

"Shit, shit, uh-" You panic as Coryo very quickly jumps off of you, tumbling loudly off the bed and onto the ground getting caught on the edge of your duvet.

"What the hell are you doing? I'm coming in-"

"No!" You shout, panicked as you look around. "Uh- one second, I'm naked!" Not entirely a lie. While Coryo gathers his academy uniform that's scattered across the floor, having left him only in his black boxers, you pull a towel off the back of your door and wrap it around yourself.

You have to hide him. Quickly scanning the room, you have three options: your walk-in closet, under the bed, or in your bathroom.

"Get in the closet." You whisper, quickly shoving him toward the door.

"I don't care, I need my shirt!" Arachne says, the sound of her opening your door masking the sound of your closet door closing.

Your chest is rising and falling quickly as she marches in, immediately looking around. "God, what took you so long? You look like you're having a heart attack." She mutters, digging through the laundry basket that was yet to be taken by the house staff.

"I was about to have a shower." You answer, forcing yourself to not look in the direction of the closet.

"Right." Arachne rolls her eyes, stomping into the bathroom to begin looking there.

"Why the hell are you showering at six pm? We have dinner at the Creed's in an hour." She calls out.

"That's obviously why I'm having a shower." Honestly, you had totally forgotten about dinner.

"Yeah, you probably should. It stinks in here."

You roll her eyes at her comment, but they widen in horror as her warpath begins toward the closet. "No! Wait!" You stop her, clutching the towel to your chest as you step in front of the door to stop her. "Uh- what shirt are you looking for?"

"Which shirt? The white one, with the lace trim collar. Oh my god, do you have more than one?" She asks angrily.

"Oh, that one is in the laundry. They took it yesterday." You lie and she groans, walking back toward the door.

"I hate you! God, you make everything so difficult." She mutters, stopping on her walk back to the door and looking at the few articles of clothing scattered around your bed. You follow her gaze, biting your tongue and internally cursing when you notice Coryo's blazer that was dropped haphazardly on top of the pile. She picks it up, looking it over with a furrowed brow. You watch as she looks over at yours, which is neatly pressed and folded for the morning sitting on your desk chair.

"A men's medium." She says as she reads the tag, pausing before turning back to you slowly, this time, with an off-putting smile on her face. "Who's in the closet?" She whispers, and your face burns more than it already was.

"No one." You answer quickly, possibly too quickly.

"You're lying." She states, and you shake your head quickly. It doesn't go over her head that you look like a deer caught in the headlights. "Then you won't mind if I..." She says, starting off slow before breaking into a run toward the door which you instinctively block with your body, gripping the towel with one hand and holding out the other arm to block her while you fight for the door handle handle.

"I knew it!" She hisses, finally giving up and pointing a finger right at your nose. Quickly, she looked back over her shoulder toward the open door to make sure no one else was around before she spoke again. "Is it Allium?" She asks quietly, for some reason suddenly interested in who you spend your time with, and if it's with that boy in your year who continually gets on your nerves.

You shake your head again, swallowing thickly.

"Tell me who it is."

"No one!" You lie, already knowing the bit was up as she tosses the blazer back to where she found it.

"Ugh, you're no fun." She rolls her eyes, shoving you gently before turning to leave. "Whatever. I don't care. Just don't get pregnant- I know you're stupid and all but Mom will skin you alive."

"Get out!" You snap, walking over and shoving her out the door before slamming it behind her.

You hear her laugh as she walks away, steps receding down the hall back in the direction of her own room.

You let out a tense sigh of relief, waiting a moment to hear her door closed before going over to the closet and opening the door.

Coryo is still laughing to himself as he buttons up his shirt and tucks the back of it into his pants. "Stop!" You exclaim in a whisper, giving him a gentle smack on the shoulder but you can't help but laugh as well. "It's not funny!"

"It's pretty funny." He says lowly, leaning down to kiss you softly.

"It's not that funny." You roll your eyes playfully. "We could get in serious trouble, sneaking around like this! God- it's crazy." You sigh, shaking your head as you step back into your room, suddenly serious.

He follows, sensing your worries as you drop the towel with your back facing him, quickly pulling a t-shirt on to cover up. "We can't- we have to stop." You shake your head, talking mostly to yourself.

"Hey, woah, that's a little rash, don't you think?" He asks as you turn back to face him.

"I don't!" You insist. "I mean, it sucks, but this is far too risky. We're done with... whatever this is."

Coryo shrugs, clearly unaffected by your concerns. "Let's just... next time, let's just go for dinner or something."

You tilt your head at him. "What? That's not, we can't-"

"Why not?" He asks, closing the space between you and reaching his hands out to grab your waist. "Your sister will suck it up eventually. Once she realizes how in love you are with me."

"I- I am not in love with you!" You protest, cheeks flushing pink again. "And even if I was, which I am most definitely not, she would scalp me. She doesn't care, I can't date one of her friends."

"Let me handle her." He insists, once again shrugging it off. "I'm being serious. I really like spending time with you, would it be the worst thing if we were together?"

"Wait, like, you're asking me out?"

He gives you a quick nod, still smiling at you.

"I- I mean sure, if that's what you want." You nod, blush spreading evenly across your nose. You had to blink a few times to confirm you were awake and that this was real.

"I'm asking if that's what you want." He chuckles.

"Yeah, yes. Of course." You shake your head, trying to get your thoughts straight and pull yourself together. "I would like that, Coryo."

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lovebugism · 7 months

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OMG BUG I READ YOUR FICTOBER EVENT AND GOT SO EXCITED!!!

"I’ve been crocheting this throw blanket for four years and it’s finally finished. Please pretend it’s big enough and cuddle under it with me." I read this prompt and I think it would be amazing with sunshine/dizty reader x steve, its totally ok if you dont feel inspired so don't feel pressured to write it, ok love you, bye!! ♡

ty for requesting lovie :D — you make steve an anniversary present and the big softy almost cries (ditzy!reader, established relationship, fluff, 1k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

“Happy anniversary!” you squeal, clutching an ambiguously wrapped gift in your hand.

It’s not actually your anniversary today. You can’t be sure when it is, really. You and Steve were already four months deep before you realized how official things had gotten, without either of you outright making them that way. So you both just decided to celebrate the day you first met, which you thought was pretty fitting. It feels right to acknowledge the day your lives changed forever.

You stand in front of Steve where he sits on the couch and plop the present into his waiting hands. The red glitter from the sparkly hearts gets all over his golden palms. It’s rather sloppily wrapped, like there’s no real shape to whatever you had gotten him.

He thinks it might be a blanket, or maybe a beach towel you liked so much you had to wrap.

Steve holds it up to his ear and shakes it anyway. “Is it a puppy?” he jokes with a crooked grin and sparkling honey eyes.

You pout, a frown pinching your brows. “No. There’s no airholes, Steve— that’d be so dangerous.”

Steve nods. He tries to be as serious as you are, but you’re so damn cute it’s impossible not to smile. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he concurs with a squint.

He tears through the pink wrapping paper with glitter coating his fingers. He’s not surprised to find a blanket inside, but the fact that it’s handmade takes him for a loop.

It’s made of rainbow-colored square patches with different colored hearts on the front of each one. Some look more like blobs and bits of yarn straggle from a few rounded corners, but it’s the prettiest thing Steve’s ever seen. Mostly because he knows it was made by your hands.

He loves it so much he could cry.

“Holy hell, babe,” he scoffs out a laugh as unshed tears burn the backs of his eyes.

Unsure of how to gauge the reaction, you shift your weight on your feet and wring your clammy hands together. “Do you like it?" you wonder with brows furrowed in muted concern.

He drags his eyes away from the fuzzy blanket in his hands and up to you. His honey gaze glitters when it finds your own. “I love it, babe— what the hell? How long did it take you to make this?”

You shrug, innocent and sparkling. “I don’t know… ‘Bout a year, I guess.”

Steve gapes at you, eyes wide and pink mouth softly open. “You’ve been making this since we started dating?” he wonders when the words finally catch up to his reeling brain.

“Yeah…” you waver with a scrunched nose. “Is that weird?”

Too overwhelmed with a billion emotions, Steve just laughs.

He figures he must look insane, getting all emotional like he’s never seen a blanket before. One hasn’t meant this much to him before now. Nothing has, really — ‘cause it wasn’t made completely and utterly by you.

He shrugs and beams at you, wider than you’ve ever seen. “Only if it’s weird that I wanna kiss you stupid right now,” he teases, only half-joking.

“That’s very weird,” you nod, then purse your lips to the side in a futile attempt to hide the smile threatening to take over.

“Get over here, weirdo,” the boy laughs, sitting the blanket beside him and reaching for you.

His palms spread across the backs of your laughs when he’s close enough to touch you — a wide, warm, and all-consuming touch. You brace yourself on his shoulders when you lean in to kiss him, giggling against his smiling mouth when he drags you onto the couch beside him.

He smacks a more intentional kiss to your lips before pulling away from you completely. He keeps one arm around your back while his other reaches for the blanket. He shakes it out to unfold it entirely, then tries to wrap the two of you in it.

The crocheted thing only covers half of you.

Steve’s eyes are light-heartedly wide as they flit to you. “I hate to say it, babe…”

“What?” you waver, made unsure by his feigned seriousness.

“I don’t think we’re both gonna fit underneath it…”

“Yeah, we can!” you argue with a scoff, shifting closer to him. “We just gotta get real close, see?”

It doesn’t fit until you’re halfway sitting on his lap — arms wrapped around his neck, chest pressed to his. It doesn’t change how tiny the blanket is, but he’s certainly not complaining. If Steve had it his way, you’d be this close to him all the time.

“Ah, I see,” the boy nods with a poorly hidden grin. You’re so close, the tip of his nose traces up and down the bridge of yours.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you ask him in a whisper. Your smile is quieter now, bordering on serious, but there’s a mischievous twinkle in your eye he doesn’t miss. Steve nods again with raised brows, and you continue. “What if I told you that this was all intentional?”

“…Making the blanket three feet too small?”

You nod.

Steve thinks for a moment, then shrugs. “Then I’d say that you’re an evil genius. Or a total poet. One of the two, definitely— but both are equally hot.”

“Well, I was lying. It wasn’t intentional,” you confess to a crime he already knew you were innocent of. You light up again a second later, eyes sparkling just like your smile does. “But at least we get to snuggle, though, right?”

Steve laughs, high and boyish. It fills the living room with sun rays and makes your chest feel all warm. It’s like he put sunshine where your heart’s supposed to be.

He just nods and holds you closer. He’d tell you that he hopes he has a lifetime of snuggling with you if he could find the words to say it. You’ve got him tripping head over heels for you that he’d stutter too horribly for you to understand him.

But you get it, though, without him having to say a single word.

‘Cause if you could have a lifetime with him, cuddling under this exact blanket (that you accidentally knit way too small), you’d die the happiest person that’s ever walked the goddamn planet.

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thisonehere · 2 months

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YOU!!!!!! YES YOU!!! I LOVE YOU AND I'M OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING😩😩😩 (sorry for the rude "YOU" 😅 I got excited)

I had a new idea for a request but first here's a question, do you write about mk11?

If do to I have this....Okay what about old characters (not old old but old age y'know 😆) reacting to fem reader reader calling them "peepaw" and "Daddy"? In that way yk yk 🥴like this day she called them peepaw and another called them daddy, How will they react? (Raiden, hanzo hasashi, Kuai liang, shang tsung, fujin, old man johnny Cage, kano and erron black) they are all old Daddy's y'know😏

What do you think and yeah thank you again about the pet-owner reader IT WAS AMAZING, I SWEAR TO GOD I WAS SCREAMING 😆😆😆😆 so loud that my mother called me crazy 😂

A/n: Omg, Staaaawwwp, you're making me blush lol *mouthes for you to keep going*

Anyway, yes I do.. That reminds me, I should really update my rules on my blog. Eh, I'll do it later.

C/w: Age gaps, sexual inuuendos, daddy-kink

Raiden

The god has dedicated his entire existence to the preservation of Earthrealm since its inception. So, as you can imagine, he's old as shit. But Raiden never paid mind to this though, he never put much into anything concerning himself, to be frank. It is a miracle that the two of you even got together considering how busy he is.

The way you switch from "Peepaw" to "daddy" is so strange. Truly You Earthrealm mortals are so strange yet fascinating at the same time. Raiden always looks at you weirdly when you say this.

When you call him things like "peepaw", he finds it odd to hear that word. Especially since it's coming from you. You say it lightly as a joke, but he help but get into an existential crisis. He is old isn't he? He was here since the beginning of Earthrealm, before you or you family tree even began.

(If you're mortal) You will eventually grow old and die, but him, he will still be here until the end (unless he is killed of course). He uses this as an excuse to remain distant from you, he'll outlive you, so why bother if you're going to die anyway.

When you call him things like "daddy", he finds it even more weird. He is not your father, why would you call him such a thing? Unless of course there's something you're not telling him.

Do you mean this in a sexual manner? Why? If you find it arousing to think of him as a parental figure then he is deeply concerned about you. But, while saying that, it makes him feel...something else as well. He wishes you would address him as a "Peepaw" instead because he finds these feelings worrying.

The moment you do this, Raiden always falls silent. He doesn't know how to react, the idea of viewing him in that light makes him feel so flustered and...and...

"Um, Raiden?"

"I-I Must consult with the Elder Gods!"

Honzo Hasashi

This man has been through a lot. From the murder of his family and clan, the years spent as a Spectre, and his latter years as the new grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu. He was aware of his advanced age, but he had never cared. He in fact was grateful that he lived so long. And he's grateful that he met you.

So, when you call him "Peepaw" he is amused. Yes, he is old, isn't he? He has lived his second life far longer than he has ever anticipated to be here so long. A younger him would've been much more offended by this remark, but he's a "peepaw", not so young anymore. He spent so long angry and revenge-seeking, everything seemed so silly and embarrassing looking back at things. He takes your joke with pride gives a slight smirk and a chuckle and moves on.

Now, when you call him "Daddy", that is a whole 'nother response. The man was married, rest assured he can very much understand most sexual teasing and such. He thinks it strange that you refer to him as a father in such a sexual manner, considering he also had a kid. He wants to find it attractive, but the fact that you know, father, that is very difficult.

Whenever you go to him and call him that, he tries to play along. He attempts to get flirtatious but then the image of his dead son flashes before his eyes. It makes him feel gross as a result. He also feels guilt, for he remembers his wife, Harumi, he can't but feel like he's betraying her by doing this with you. "Y/n, please, never speak to me like that...ever..."

Kuai Liang

Though he is the youngest brother Kuai Liang has grown in many ways that exceed his brother. He was Cyborg, rebuilt the Lin Kuei, and saved Earthrealm from the Kotal Kahn attack. As he has gone on these adventures, you and him met.

It was obvious that he was an older man and you were much younger than him. But you never really much of a fuss about it. Actually, you joked about it quite a lot, calling him "Peepaw" and other things pertaining to his age. He takes being called "Peepaw" very well.

He smiles and shakes his head as he tries not to laugh that much. But he's very cute when he does.

His brother Bi-Han would've been much more offended by this, but Kuai, as we know, is a very cool and level-headed man. The way you joke about your relationship actually makes him take the age gap less seriously. He prefers you call him Peepaw as opposed to Daddy.

When you calm him Daddy he immediately gets taken by surprise. The man is gagged. he can only just stare at you, still processing what you just said and unaware of how to respond. He tries to retain his composure as he attempts to give you a stern expression, but he fails to fight off the blush on his face or put to together a cohesive sentence. He is at a loss for words. Finally, he just gives up and laughs.

Shang Tsung

The sorcerer has been known to have his age fluctuate many times. Sometimes he's young, other times, and most of the time, he's an old man. He is an old man most of the time and he hates it. You and him met when he was an old man, you were with him when he revitalized himself. He hates whenever you bring up his older body but he also loves the age gap between you for some concerning reason.

He has always been a smug man, it takes special skill and understanding of him to make him lose his cool. For him, it's calling him anything that involves looking down on him or calling him old. He doesn't appreciate you referring to him as "Peepaw". the moment those words leave your lips is one of instant regret. You watch his calm face scrunch into one of anger and disgust

"PEEPAW!!!" He said, snapping his neck to you. "Pee...paw..." rage boiling within him. You back away in surprise and growing fears build up within you. You try to laugh it off and explain that it was a joke. Tsung is usually a cool man, hiding his true feelings under a heartless and apathetic persona. But when it comes to comments like this "Pipsquek" burns him like a blazing iron. "Call me that again...and I cannot ensure your safety...I'd hate to disarray such a lovely form"

Now Daddy, on the other hand, he quite likes that. The moment you say it, he turns to you with a grin and raises an eyebrow. It is both charming and amusing to him. His arm wraps around you as his hands are down to the small of your back. "That's right, and you'll be a good girl for Daddy, won't you?"

He prefers you call him Daddy from then on. Just never call him Peepaw ever again...I'm serious...don't.

Fujin

Despite being here for centuries, Funjin still retained quite a youthful appearance as opposed to his brother who chose a more mature form. Also opposed to Raiden, Funjin has a very light-hearted and fun personality.

You met while he was travelling, he enjoys being around mortals, watching them live their lives, something that feels so short and delicate. You intrigued him, with your smile, your gentle skin, your naughty nature.

You never realized he was a god or his age until he casually revealed it one day. One day you were just hanging out and he was just like "Oh, right, I'm a god by the way." And after that point, it's been weird between you two. You realize just how powerful he is and how important he is to the universe...as well as the fact he is centuries older than you.

Fujin doesn't take this much seriously and it takes you some time to get used to it. Afterwards, you start to joke about his age a lot and Fujin has always found it adorable when you did it.

So when you refer to him as Peepaw he immediately finds it amusing and smiles at you. His smile is filled with life and charm despite his age. He might be old, but at least he isn't an old stick in the mud like his brother. "I find comfort in knowing that I am your favourite peepaw."

Fujin finds "daddy" a strange thing. It's both used to address someone as "father" but also can be used to mean...other things. The moment you call him it, he gives a confused look as he gives a light chuckle as his cheeks begin to flush. "I have been a woman as well, so I am a mother too," he says with a chuckle.

Johnny Cage

This actor's beautiful face has graced the silver screen for years. He is lauded across multiple countries as amazing and hot even after all these years, the man has aged gracefully though there have been rumours that he had work done, but these are obviously bogus.

You two met while on set for one of his movies. He didn't know what you were doing and he didn't care, he liked you so you started hanging out.

He was considerably older than you. He had a daughter that was no doubt closer to you in age than you were to him. And there has been news coverage talking about this age gap. But neither of you seemed to care about this, you just loved spending time with each other.

When you call him things like Peepaw Johnny can't help but laugh. Neither of you took his age seriously so you both have a good laugh at this and and move on. He might have an old accent to play off your joke. He is saying stuff like "You want some special hard 'candy'?" Whether or not they work varies.

Now, Daddy has a very different response. The moment you call him that he gives you a cheeky grin. He has been called this multiple times, all he needs to do is post a picture of the most random thing and his comment section is filled with thirsty comments.

He loves being called this, it never seems to get old for him. But while saying that, the way you call him daddy makes it feel like he's being called that for the first time.

What happens next is a barrage of you going back and forth with flirty banter. He looks at you with a hunger in his eyes as he bites his lip. "Well the, baby, why don't come show daddy some love."

Kano

This old crook has lived a long time, an unfortunate thing for many of his victims. His life has been spent either running from the law and Sonya or committing war crimes and terrorism. Doesn't he sound like a dreamboat?

Anyway, he is aware of how old he's got but doesn't care a bit. That's a thing about him, he has a careless and reckless nature that seems to draw many people in. You were one of those people. You two had met while he was on the run and you were cool with his life of crime, he liked your sweet and calm nature, and just like that you two were a thing.

Since this is Kano we're talking about, one of the things he likes about this relationship is your age gap. It's sort of a kink he has, and that's probably why he's also on a watchlist.

You find yourself amid playful banter. Like this one occasion. Kano called you baby. You called him "peepaw". Kano chuckles at this and rolls his eyes. "As if, no peepaw could do you like I do," He says with a naughty grin.

Normally, Kano likes to be referred to as "Uncle Kano". But on this occasion, whenever you call him daddy" he'll allow it just based on how hot he finds it. He really likes it when you call him this, I mean he really likes this. The moment you call him this he licks his lift as he stares at you. "Why don't you come here show Ol' Daddy Kano some love, eh?"

Erron Black

A man from old wild western times, Erron found whole changed when he was visited by Shang Tsung who bore a deadly deal: assassinate an Earthrealm warrior for him and he'd live forever. So he did it. Now he's been alive ever since.

You met during his time serving under Kotal Kahn. He really liked you so he started flirting with you. He was doing his best lines and you didn't understand a damn thing he said but you really liked his accent. And just like that you started hanging out.

The man has lived for decades but sometimes he acts like he is still in the Wild West. But you learned to get used to it, though you found it kinda funny when he'd talk in old Western slang. You did like to tease him, calling him "Peepaw" and stuff. Erron just laughs and rolls his eyes. He used to call his elders that, he never thought he'd be called it one day. The mere thought makes him laugh even more, so much to the point that you're concerned about him.

Erron hasn't been on Earth for quite some time. He was out exploring the realms. So when you call him daddy he is immediately confused in a very concerned way. Are you his kid? HAS HE BEEN KOCKING BOOTS WITH HIS DAUGHTER THE ENTIRE TIME!?!?!?!

After you finally calm him down and explain Erron shifts from concerned and scared to ver cool and seductive, in the was only he can do. "My such a dirty girl...perhaps you need a good spankin' to get you right."

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hello! i saw your requests were open and wanted to pop in! i have a bit of a weird? idk request, where it’s like max verstappen x reader first where it ends with angst, and then she ends w carlos endgame?? maybe a whole lotta lover boy feels from carlos and ‘oh i fucked up something great’ feels from max, like essentially carlos that has been silently lining throughout readers relationship w max too?? i’m so sorry if this confused you! i loved ur previous carlos sainz fic!! 🤍🤍

BLOOD FLOWS RED

genre: fluff; light smut

pairing: bestfriend!max x reader; carlos x reader

summary: max constantly fucking up comes in no better time for carlos.

word count: 3.7k (my longest fic so far 💀)

warnings: angst, slight loverboy feels from max if you squint. voyeur max? not really but kinda ig and no beta we die like the ferrari fans we are 🫡 google translate ass spanish, forgive me 😞🫶

author notes: OMG ANON YOU ARE A GENIUS!!! I LOVED THIS REQUEST AND I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT. but small change tho, max x reader isn’t rlly like a proper relationship. anyways, hope u guys enjoy 😘😘😘

you were both 10 when you first met. your parents had been friends for a while by then, and they decided that they would place you and max in the same school. the two of you instantly kicked it off. it was like you guys were meant to be friends. you always shared the same opinions, the same preferences and all.

school with max was fun. the best, infact. the both of you hit it off well since the first time you met and had been inseperable (and insufferable) since. it was practically known to everyone that if max were to take a seat, the one beside it instantly belonged to you. you two had different friend circles, yes. But you were definitely each others best friend regardless.

highschool. highschool was a turning point in your friendship. although it was still as magical as it was, max’s attention at that time drifted between girls and racing. the former, burnt your heart with jealousy. everytime he ditched plans with you for his new girlfriend, you secretly prayed to god they would break up so you could have him all to yourself. The latter however, you didnt mind so much. you were always a fan of racing, and it only bought you two closer. you still remember go karting with max like it was yesterday. even if he was always the one to win, you weren’t too far behind, always coming it right after him. your deepest secrets, your highs and lows, your intrests, and everything about you was known to max, and max only. everyone would see you with him all the time, so no guys would ever approach you in school. Its not like you really minded it though, because max’s girlfriends only ever lasted two weeks at the most, and you guys would find your way back to each other.

You found solace in the unwavering friendship you shared with Max . Growing up together, navigating the twists and turns of life side by side, your bond evolved into something deeper over the years. You were always hopelessly in love with Max, but you concealed your feelings, afraid of risking the precious friendship you had cherished oh so much. Everyone but max could see it. I mean how couldnt they? you were always like a lost puppy around the paddock, finding your way to max. Much like your races, you would always find your way right behind him. it was clear in the way you looked at him, with stars in your eyes. How your voice went slightly higher when you were around him. How you relax when you’re with him. How you’re the loudest person during a race, always screaming his name as he raced by. Everyone felt sorry for you, really. Because in return to all of your affections was nothing but a cold and stoic response. Don’t get me wrong, Max definitely loved spending time with you, probably moreso than anyone else, but it was nothing in comparison to your admiration for him.

Afterall, in the world of Formula 1, where speed and competition reigned supreme, there was so space for screw ups. you needed to work hard for what you want and you needed to be cunning. and for max, nothing was as important as winning this year’s championship and more to come, so you’ve become used to his behaviour. he was quick, ruthless and on the top, and he wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of his success. so even though it stung when you could see how little you mattered to him over the sport, you convinced yourself it was okay. Because this was max’s dream since he was little, and whats a wish to date a boy over a pursuit for the championship but a speck of dust.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you watched Max prepare for yet another exhilarating race. Your heart raced in sync with the roaring engines, anticipation filling the air. Deep down, you yearned for Max to realize the depths of your affection, but maybe it was too much to ask for, you think. He was always too caught up in his relentless pursuit of victory. Everyone saw it, even the rugged and striking driver of ferrari, with the number 55 adorned on his red suit.

Max insisted you leave him alone for a moment, so he could gather his thoughts before the race. “Are you sure, max?” “please, just go” reluctantly, you agreed and went into the paddock club. you settle into the couch and wallow to yourself. you just wanted to be there with him so you could calm his nerves, why was he acting unlike himself? you gather that recently this is all thats been happening. you always go behind him, wanting to be with him at all times, hoping to be the centre of his attention, but he stands like a stonewall. you’ve grown tired of it really. But come on, you knew you would find your way back to him again. You were infact in love with him since you knew what love was, weren’t you?

You get startled when a hand waves in front of your face “helloo?” “oh my god im so sorry” “no worries” he shoots you a cheeky smile. “did you need anything carlos?” “nothing, i just wanted to ask if i could sit by you” “yeah ofcourse, you didnt need to ask” honestly, this was the most you’ve ever spoken with carlos, so you were confused by his sudden intrest in you. but really, it wasn’t sudden at all. too absorbed into the grumpy redbull driver, you never noticed a tall figure clad in red lurk behind you two. He had seen it all. His eyes burned with rage everytime he saw you with max. What did he ever do to deserve you?

“Carlos? mate where the hell were you? you need to come to the garage, hurry up” charles says, appearing out of thin air “i’ll see you later, okay?” “Bye sainz” Looking back at you, carlos runs away behind the monagasque. you smile to yourself at the sudden attention from carlos. Atleast he distracted you, right?

yeah right. your nerves were all over the place the second the red lights blinked, and the race began. max was so off his game today, whats wrong with him? he was so far behind this race that even the alfa romeo cars had been ahead of him. it was his first race lately where he was behind a ferrari for once. you felt your heart thump as you wince, you know how much shit redbull & max’s father give him on the offchance that he isnt the best in the game. he didn’t deserve it, you think. he doesn’t deserve the shit they put him through. since this was the start of the season, everyone was very anticipated to see the result, to see who is going to be this years leading drivers.

you catch your eyes drifting towards one specific car though, and its not the redbull one you’ve always got your eyes on. the person leading the first race of the season happens to be the man that youve last talked to. carlos. you hold your breath, and blink for just a moment and there you see it, carlos gets the pole position. you dont know whether to be happy or not, a feeling you’re unfamiliar with makes your gut twinge. were you happy with the results? as much as you’d like to convince yourself otherwise, it was true. for some reason carlos winning made you feel proud, but in a split second you turn your eyes back to the circuit. max had gotten p7.

it was the night of that day that max had seen you under a different light. your look for the party had caught the eyes of everyone there, and unfortunately for max, even the eyes of a certain latino were set on you. Carlos was the first person you noticed the moment you stepped into the club. the ferrari pair had rented out the entire club for that night, celebrating their p1 & p2 standings. you instinctively go towards Carlos, talking him up about his big win. “Sainz, that overtake on lap 35? Blew my mind.” “you must’ve been attentive on me to catch that” he jokes, his chest rumbling with laughter. “oh come on everyone’s talking about it” “maybe. but so are you, and thats not very common” “I give credit where credit is due, what can i say?” you giggle, taking a flute of champagne. “hey, how come you aren’t with max? i ask only because this is the first time you’ve come outside that circle” he asks, slightly avoiding eye contact with you. “well, i guess you could say i just found someone more worthy of my time” “Oh..?” clearly amused with your answer, carlos decided that he’s not going to let you leave his side. He had a taste of it, and he knew he couldn’t let go just yet.

2 drinks become 4, and 4 drinks become 8 when you decide that you are done being the quiet girl behind max. you think that it’s time that you let go, live the moment for yourself, and yourself only. okay, and maybe Carlos too. conversations with him were just so light and breezy, you didnt have to hold yourself back hoping you’d be molded into the kind of girl he wants. it was obvious that he was interested in you as is. “Carlos” “yes, cariño?” “How come ive never spoken to you before?” “You know, actually you have” he wasn’t wrong, but that was just small talk at events. This? This was different. you knew it. He knew it. “No, no i mean like.. this” you say, speech slurred, hand reaching to brush his hair. “You’re driving me crazy, mi vida” he chokes out, eyes closed and a sigh escaping his lips. “Carlos..” you feel like you cant breath as you say, “Help me forget him” by this point of your conversation you had realised that he did, infact notice things about you. Maybe even in a way no one else did. you raise your eyes to meet his and you lose yourself in their charm. his brown eyes with specks of gold drew you in more than you’d like to admit. “Hermosa, when you have me,” he raises your chin up “You will be sober when you have me, and you wont be forgetting it any time soon”wind gets caught up in your throat at his bold statement.

“Come on, let loose carlos join me!!” by this point it was the alcohol talking, not you. “okay okay how about we get you home now?” “oh shut up im just getting started” “no you’re not, come with me” carlos says as he throws your arm around his shoulder to support you. “fuck, is she okay man? i can take her to her house just leave her with me” max say’s, finally emerging after eyeing you both all night. “don’t hold your breath mate, she’s going home with me”

you wake up the next morning with the worst headache, which only gets worse when you realise you can’t recognise the room you’re in and the clothes you’re wearing aren’t yours. you shoot your head up as you hear the door open. Carlos? wait a second. did you and he..? “Carlos, did we—“ “Did you want us to?” “Oh my god. OH MY GOD??” “Calm down im just messing with you, no we didn’t do anything. i just had to change your clothes because you puked all over them” this was so embarrassing you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.

“im so sorry, i really am. i didnt think i would let go that much yesterday.” “Don’t worry, i had fun. plus its nice seeing you not be so timid” your cheeks flush at his compliment. Fuck. i abandoned max yesterday, you thought, booking a cab to his house as you pack your stuff. “Youre not seriously booking a cab right now, are you?” “Not all of us come from Generational wealth, Carlos” you say, hoping you get connected to a driver as soon as possible. “No, no. you’re coming with me.” he says, taking his car keys and showing you the way to the garage. The moment you arrive at max’s house, you see an unfamiliar pair of heels by his shoes.

you knock on the door “Max?” No answer.“Max??” no answer yet again. you use your keys to open the door. “I didn’t expect you to come at this time” he says, his hand over a girl who you barely recognise’s shoulder. “Who’s this, max?” “It doesn’t matter, she was just about to leave” the woman looks confused but exits, mumbling something to max as she leaves. “Whos that, your conquest of the week?” you ask the second you hear the door click. “Why do you care? you must’ve had fun whoring out with the ferrari boys yesterday anyways.” He didnt mean for it to sound as harsh as it did, but what was done was done. Seriously? “Fuck you max. i’ve always been with you every second of every day and you don’t appreciate me for a moment. you constantly ditch me for these random fucking girls who you know are just with you because you’re in redbull. And i let myself go for one night. One fucking night and you’re on my back calling me a whore? you know what? i am tired. i am done with your bullshit. Maybe ferrari is better after all, huh?”

“You don’t understand my point” “what point max? what fucking point? Are you blind or do you just convince yourself to ignore the fact that ive been in love with you since we started talking? Do you know how much it hurt me to walk in your shadow all these years hoping you would notice that i was there for you? to notice that i was the one for you?” “You love me?” he sounds heartbroken saying it, but you’re on an adrenaline rush and don’t take note of it. you could feel your feelings for him fading more and more as you spoke your feelings out to max. “No. not anymore.” “Fuck. i never- i never thought, fuck.” “guess you just realised it too late mate” a voice speaks up behind you. “Lets go back, i cant stand to see his face.” you spit, with venom lacing your words as they sunk into max’s heart like a dagger.

After the incident with max, You realised that the night with the ferrari driver would be the start of something much, much bigger than you had expected. somewhere in between the races the 33 on your shirts slowly turned into 55. You didnt have to tell max you’ve moved on, it was clear as day. Carlos had gifted you a bracelet, a custom cartier one with the initials c.s adorned by a small pendant of a chili. everyone on the paddock could see that max was history to you. By this point it was also famously known that you had become Carlos’s girl. you didn’t mind the chatter though, you were so happy with carlos, he made you feel things that no one had been able to make you feel. he was gentle, and understanding. But at the same time, he knew exactly how to treat you, and the fact that you liked to be treated a little rough, once in a while, and he played it like a charm.

Your situationship with him was quick to blossom into a relationship, the best one you’ve ever been in. Days with Carlos were magical. he was crazy for you, as were you for him. you were so used to people stepping all over you that carlos treating you the way you deserved to be treated caught you off gaurd at times, but you grew attached to that quality of him. he made sure that he was the best man for you, and that you were treated exactly how you deserved to be. you noticed that you didnt even ask him for anything, he miraculously knew exactly what you wanted, and he delivered seamlessly. You had drifted significantly from max, but you didn’t mind anymore. Carlos was the only one for you and there were no doubts about it.

This particular morning was that of the emilia- romagnia grand prix, with you by the ferrari garage with carlos. everyone there had become used to you at this point, charles and some of the engineers becoming some of your best mates. Right now you were in carlos’s room, sitting on the bed as you watched him get ready. it was a home race for the ferrari boys. “What?” carlos talks over the phone, clearly upset with whatever he’s heard. you sit up straighter at his sudden change in demeanour. “Fuck. guess there’s nothing we can do huh?” he says, moments before he hangs up. “It’s canceled. the race is canceled because of a flood.” “What? Im so sorry to hear that Carlos, i know how much this race means to you.” you say, walking up to him and fixing up his shirt.

“Is there anything i can do to make you feel better?” memories of that night rush back into your head. you take in a sharp breath remember what carlos told you that day. “I’m sober now” “You remember that?” he looks into your eyes, his own shifting into a darker look. “I couldn’t for a moment forget it” you pull his collar in towards yourself “you little minx, me estás matando” “Lets see if you’re a man of your word, sainz” you dare to say. “you’re gonna wish you never challenged me, hermosa.”

His lips crash against yours as he pulls you up to jump onto him, legs wrapped around him as you take him in, in all his glory. your brain becomes foggy, and a thousand diffrent scenarios run around your head and at once, the all stop, Leaving your head a blank space. you run your hands through his hair, breathless. he walks you both over to the bed, his lips never leaving yours as unsaid words get conveyed to you. i want you. he gently places you on the bed, getting onto his knees.

You pull away from him for a moment, just a moment. you needed to get comfortable into the bed, and even the split second away from him makes you grow impatient. you look down to see him frantically trying to pull your shorts off you. Frustrated, you pull him by his neck back to you, kissing him with a rush you’ve never experienced before. you close your eyes, his wandering hands feeling making you feel sensitive all over. even a harmless rub against your thigh ticks you off. the whimper youve been suppressing comes out into the kiss, making Carlos feel as though he was losing his mind. he couldn’t take it anymore. he wanted you, he wanted you so badly he felt like a teenager about to cum in his pants.

All you wanted was to scream his name, loud enough for the entire hotel to hear, and he, wanted to listen to them on repeat like they were the best musical piece ever created. he was drunk on lust. “Can i?” you nod with all your might, you couldn’t handle it anymore. “Use your words, mi amor” “Yes, yes. please i want it so bad carlos, please.” “God, you sound so angelic begging for me right now.” Just as he was about to take off his top, the two of you hear a series of knocks on your door.

“Are you in here? its max” “Why is he here?” just as you were about to cuss him out, carlos signals you that hes got it covered. He picks you up, making you put your legs over his torso again. “Carlos? what are you-“ he shushes you, a finger falling over your swollen lips. just as you reach the room door, he clashes his lip’s against yours again. he slowly takes off the lock on the door, leaving max to think he can come in.

max is greeted by the two of you feverishly making out as he opens the door. you and carlos pay him no mind though, as if you couldn’t even see him. “Fuck you guys” He shouts as he bangs the door on his way out.

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only-angel-28 · 8 months

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mastermind, part one - theodore nott

hi omg im back😍🙌

ok so this is part one of a series called "mastermind" (inspired by the song “mastermind” by taylor swift). its a theodore nott fic and starts from the beginning of sixth year until the end of seventh, im literally making it up as i go😍🙏.

academic rivals, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, heavy angst at times and all that so enjoy😋😋

this ones a short one for now but part two is halfway done and should be out sometime this weekend🤞🤞

please lmk what you think: what were your fav parts? anything i should change?

and maybe repost if you feel extra generous :))

warnings: none for now<33

mastermind, masterlist

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“Hey, wait on!”

I turn around to see Hermione running to catch up with me, her suitcases on her trolley and her cat happily meowing in its cage.

“Hermione!” I exclaim as I give one of the trolley boys my trolley and go to hug her.

“Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in ages!” she sighs as she hugs back tightly.

“I know, you promised to write, why didn’t you?” I say.

“Oh shush, it’s not like you sent me any care packages anyways.” she replies as she links our arms and starts leading us to one of the carriages once we’ve taken our pets off.

Hermione and I have been friends since the beginning of our first year, before we were friends with Ron and Harry actually.

To say that my mother was happy with our friendship is a huge lie.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Even her name disgusts me, much less the things she’s done.

She was mortified. I still remember the look on her face when I brought Hermione over one time.

“A mudblood?” she had exclaimed.

“Why on earth would you want to be friends with the likes of them? You’re surely not my daughter, that’s for one thing.”

Hermione and I both knew what rejection felt like. Her, with most of the pureblood Slytherins, and me, with my pureblood Slytherin family.

My aunts and uncles are probably the worst of the bunch surprisingly.

Lucius and Nesta Malfoy.

Even their names are filled with poison.

Not to mention my cousin. Draco.

What a horrible waste of a family.

My uncle, Sirius, is the only one in the family who understands me. Coming from a highly Slytherin pureblood family, we were the only Gryffindors. God knows why.

I think the neglect from my mother and most family is what made me and Hermione such good friends. We both knew how the other felt.

“Have you seen Ron or Harry around yet?” I asked, settling down in the train cabin in the train with my cat, Alfie, in my lap.

“No, not yet. They should be coming up soon though.” Hermione replied and surely enough the door to the cabin opened and in came a mess of ginger hair, already complaining about God knows what;

closely followed by Harry who tried to say hello before he was cut off.

“Guys you’ll never guess what. Mum made me wear Fred and George’s old jumpers again. As if I’ll ever fit into these, they’re huge! And another thing, she said I’m not allowed to get a new pet so I’m stuck with this old bird.” he finishes his rant as he points to the old caged owl in his hands.

“Hello to you too Ron.” I say after a pause.

“Oh yeah, hi guys!” he says smiling.

Hermione rolls her eyes at him with a smile and pats on the space next to her, motioning him to sit down and Harry sits next to me after hugging me and Hermione.

“So what’s all this about Draco and a weird-looking cabinet? And who are all these people you’re talking about?” Ron asks Harry settling down and rubbing his hands together to warm them up.

“Don’t you see? It was a ceremony, an initiation.” Harry says, looking over at me.

“Stop that rubbish Harry. I know where you’re going.” Hermione says, trying to ignore whatever Harry and Ron were talking about and looking out the window.

“No guys listen to me, it’s happened. He’s one of them.” Harry says the last part quietly.

“One of what?” Ron asks, confused as I take a sigh and say,

“Harry’s under the impression that Draco Malfoy is a death eater.”

“You're barking.” Ron says as he sits up, ‘What would You-Know-Who want with Malfoy, he hasn’t got any hair to want Malfoy’s bleach bottle.”

“Well then what’s he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?” Harry quips.

“It’s a creepy shop. He’s a creepy bloke. Put two and two together and there you go.” Ron responds.

“Look, his dad’s a Death Eater, his aunt’s a Death Eater, most of his family is, whos to say he isn’t following in their footsteps.” Harry says as I look away in shame.

Harry realises his poor choice in words and says, “I need some air.” and walks out the cabin.

“He’s going mad I’m telling you.” Ron says to Hermione and I.

Hermione and I don’t say anything in response but busy ourselves with our reading books while Ron raids the sweet trolley.

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It only took us around half an hour to get settled in our dorms again, this being our seventh year we had a lot more practice and we were all now making our way to the great dining hall.

“Welcome all students…” McGongall’s voice boomed as we took our seats, Hermione and Dean Thomas on either side of me with Ron and Ginny in front. Our table was on the other side of the hall to the Slytherin table but I could still see my cousin's crispy fried blonde hair as he took his seat next to one of his friends.

What was his name again?

Thomas?

Timothy?

“Why are you staring at Theodore Nott? I thought you hated him.” Ron interrupts my thoughts as he shoves a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Theodore. Right.

“And now with the sorting ceremony finished for another year, let us feast!” McGonagall’s voice, thankfully for once, gave me a chance to change the subject before things got weird.

“What? No I’m not, pass the mashed potatoes.” I say shrugging it off as I draw my attention to Hermione.

“Where’s Harry, he’s already missed the welcoming.” Hermione says, looking around in anticipation, clearly worried.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be here in a moment.” Ron responds shoving a spoon of jelley in his mouth.

Jelly with chicken? Ew.

Hermione stares at him for a moment before hitting him with her book repeatedly, making me laugh, “Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing.” “Oi! Turn around you lunatic.”

We turn to where Ron is looking and see Harry walking towards us with a white cloth at his nose, stained in blood.

“Why do you always have to be covered in blood?” I say, taking the cloth from his hands as he sits next to me. I try to clean up his face the best I can.

“Where have you been? And whats happened to your face?” Hermione hisses at him.

“Later, what’ve I missed?”

“Sorting hat urged us to be brave and strong on these troubled times.” Ron replies.

“Easy for it to say, its just a bloody hat innit?’ I say.

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“Y/N! GET UP!”

I open my eyes and see Hermione pacing around our room trying to get ready.

“What?” I say groggily, putting my head back on my pillow.

“I said get up, you’re going to be late and we have potions first thing.” she said as she pulled the pillow from under my head and tore the duvet off my body, forcing me to get ready.

“Eugh no I can’t deal with Snape this early.” I say as I make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

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“Attention to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all planning. Ah! Hello ladies. Please, please take a seat.” The professor says to us.

Wow. This is a change.

Hermione rushed to take the nearest seat available next to Lavender Brown which left me next to,

“Well hello to you too.” Theodore Nott says smirking up at me from his chair as I drop all my books down.

I took a seat before my knees had the chance to give out.

Woah, what?

“Hey.” I say curtly, drawing my attention to the assignment, trying to ignore Theodore’s piercing gaze and strong cologne.

“Late on the first day I see, not a good impression. If Snape were here, he’d have your heads.” Theodore says as he scribbles down the assignment on the board into his scrolls.

I roll my eyes and ask, ”Who’s this anyway?” as I copy the ingredients for the potion in my scrolls.

“Professor Slughorn. He’s taking our class for this year.” Theodore says as he waits for me to finish writing so we can get the ingredients for our potion from the back of the room. “The whole year?” I say standing up and making my way to the back with Theo, “What’s happened to Snape?”

“No idea love.” Theo says, making butterflies erupt in my tummy but I shove them down before they can travel up to my throat and make me say something flirty back.

Theodore and I never had a reason to dislike each other. Well, not officially. We never had a big fight or any interactions of any sort honestly. I didn’t even take any notice of him until he had beaten me to a question in first year in dark arts and gotten 10 house points because of it. Since then we’ve had something going on between us. The need to one-up one another, to be smarter in lessons and faster in quidditch.

I’m not going to deny that he was attractive, because God he was beautiful.

Beautiful and conceited.

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st4rb3rr13s · 6 months

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anyways you should totally do I fic what diff aot boys are like seeing you in lingerie💗🤭

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Aot Boys seeing You in lingerie

Eren, Armin, Jean, & Connie seeing you in lingerie.

Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of angst w/ Jean & Connie, fingering, nipple play, dry humping, oral, (all female receiving)

❥ Eren just got back from work. His job as a surgeon was something that his father, his great grandfather, and many more generations had become. Or they were at least something in the medical field. His mother was even a psychiatrist. He didn’t think he was going to go into the medical field until his brother became an engineer, and his sister wanted to become a lawyer.

He didn’t mind the job, though. It’s his father’s practice, and it’s going to be given to him in a couple years. More time means more experience. It just had put a lot of stress on him. A lot of nights, pent up frustrations and worry had left him unsatisfied when he went to sleep. One of his worries was you. He wishes he could’ve been home more, with you and his dog Daisy. The three of you watched tv, as you two ate dinner. You two haven’t even eaten dinner together in weeks. Of course his job is night shift and your job is only day shifts. He just misses you.

That stupid job is the reason why he’s coming home at 1 am, tired and missing the warmth of your body. He took off his shoes, making sure not to be too loud before tip-toeing to the kitchen. The dinners and notes you made for him always brought a smile to his face. He’s just so appreciative of you being his partner.

He quietly ate your dinner while watching shows on his phone. He heard something move in his bedroom. His head perked up, squinting at the dark hallway leading to the white door. He probably should check what it was, but he shrugged knowing it was probably something falling.

Once he was done, he rubbed the sponge onto the dishes, making sure the plates didn’t make loud clanking sounds. His hands placed the plates back into the cabinets like he was a thief replacing a fake item back into its case. He walked through the creaking hallway. Sadly, his hallway is so squeaky it’s impossible to be quiet.

He opened the door to see you awake. You were bent over, ass in the air as you watched something on your phone. Your head turned, seeing Eren. His eyes couldn’t stare into yours as the pink two-piece lingerie fitted your body so well. It was all see through but had leg garters. His eyes found your pussy, soaking the material in your arousal.

“Well?” You asked. He licked his lips before looking into your eyes.

“You look.” Eren paused, feeling the blood rush into his dick. “So fucking sexy mama.”

He walked over to you, putting his cold hands on your soft plump ass. You groaned, before grinding your ass on his erection. What Eren didn’t know was you missed him just as much as he missed you. You missed how he knew exactly what you wanted and knew how to give it to you.

He slapped your ass, before rubbing the plump. Your skin had always been so delicate, turning red at the first slap. He smirked before sliding his fingers close to your core. Your slick has drowned the lingerie, he even wonders if you can wear it again. He pushed the lingerie out the way before sliding through your stride, before going back up to your clit.

You gasped as his index started to rub your clit slowly. You’ve been waiting for this for a week, since you’ve ordered the lingerie. You remember sitting in your apartment, wishing our toy was your man. You wanted him to walk in with you playing with yourself, but of course he texted you saying he had an extra shift. You sat on your favorite clothing store, scrolling through pants, shirts, until you saw the lingerie set. You knew that it would set him off.

His finger stopped, making you whimper. His fingers went up and down from your clit to where you wanted him most. It felt long and painful hours, but it was just seconds. You hummed, giving him those big doe eyes. His lustful eyes were in contrast to your innocent eyes. Or innocent looking, because you definitely weren’t innocent.

Eren plunged one finger inside, making your mouth turn into an o-shape. His finger went in and out of you slowly, wanting you to get used to his fingers. Your pussy was just so tight since he hasn’t fucked you, all he can think of his length inside of you. Being snug on his dick, as he thrusted into you over and over again. Getting deeper into you everytime he thrusted in. But first, he needed to prep you. Eren leaned into you, giving you wet kisses.

The sloppy pecs were nothing in comparison to how sloppy your pussy was. Eren slid another finger into your folds, making more of a mess for him. You were so soaking wet for him, it was all too much. You felt a pit in your stomach, making you rut your hips into his fingers. He was knuckles deep, making sure to curve right into the spot you love most. His thumb came in contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

“Cum for me, baby. Give daddy what he wants, yeah?” He muttered. That was the final push for your high-pitched moan, more like a scream, came out. Cum squirted all over his pants, leaving a wet spot where his tent was. Your eyes were closed, nails digging into the sheets as stars filled your mind. You took a couple deep breaths, leggings shaking. You heard a belt buckle come undone, letting you know you were in for a show.

❥ Armin sat in the living room with you, circling your thigh. His vanilla scent waved through your nose as the two of you cuddled. Armin was one of the best boyfriends any girl could ask for. He treats you well, knowing every rule in the book. He makes sure you're ok, mentally and materistically. If it was cold he’d buy you those big jackets that your mom would’ve paid for, but he knew it would keep you warm. During the summer he made sure you had enough summer clothes like shorts and bathing suits. He just wanted to make sure you were ok and never lacked.

One thing Armin lacked to realize is you needed physical needs. Armin doesn’t mean to not fuck you, he just barley thinks about it. If he’s horny he’d tell you, but lately he’s just been too invested with other things. Such as work or spending time with his loved ones.

The two of you especially haven’t been able to be alone since you just got a house. People have been over every single day, giving you two home gifts or food. You were thankful really, but you could never get your hands on your man! He was just everywhere. But today was your two’s day. The only day you wouldn’t let any distractions mess that up. You only have one day a month for this, and you both always looked forward to it.

You looked up at him, giving him an innocent stare. He was so pretty, you didn’t know how you were his first girlfriend. He is very introverted but he’s also hot. Lots of girls like nerds, so it just surprised you. Maybe he rejected them before you? Your head tilted as you saw his cheeks turn pink.

“The show’s pretty good.” Armin muttered. You hummed, ignoring the show. You two picked a show to watch while cuddling, but it was boring. Well, you couldn’t tell if it was boring or if you were just horny. You crawled closer to Armin’s face, giving him a peck before kissing him on the cheek. A soft, sweet, kiss. His eyes gave you a questionable glance. “I can see you’ve been watching the show.”

“Of course, angel.” You spoke, before giving him another kiss on the cheek. He groaned, before kissing you back. Your tongues collided with each other, trading each other’s dna. Armin’s tattooed hand runs down your arched back, trying to get more of him. He gasped, holding your hips down to his dick. “Min, I’m so desperate for you.”

“I am too honey, keep grinding like that, fuck.” Armin muttered. You laughed, leaving Arming confused. You never randomly laughed in the middle of something like this? Nothing about you grinding your clothed pussy all over his clothed dick was funny. He tilted his head back, ignoring you.

Once he opened his eyes, he was surprised. The ocean blue lingerie had a beautiful contrast to your skin. Your tits popped up and down as you pressed harder on his dick. Armin bit the inside of his cheek to hide his moan he was about to let out. How could he when your body was so perfectly sculpted to fit that lingerie set. His hand moved your neck, forcing you into another kiss.

You remember being out with your friend when you saw it. The lingerie was a one piece with designs that made your nipples not see through, but everything else. Especially your pussy, the lingerie leaving a hole for easy access. You knew Armin would love it, you were going to send a picture when you got a better idea, surprising him with it. You knew he’d be put off guard.

And he was, as he kept looking at your body over and over again. Your arousal started to leave a mess on his pants. He could feel exactly when your pussy twitched for something to plunge inside. Something 7 inches that could thrust deeply inside of you over and over again. Something that could make you go dumb within minutes, babbling incoherent thoughts.

“Armin, want your dick, please!” You shouted, eyes teary eyed. Armin looked at the tv. Armin loved to tease you, it was something no one would’ve probably guessed by the way he treats you. He hummed, before looking back at you.

“Nah, if you can cum without my dick or fingers, I may just give you a reward.” Armin smiled. You pouted, you should’ve known he’d tease you.

“Fine.” You concluded, putting your hands on his shoulders. You started to rut your hips on his dick harder, making your eyes roll back. Your sensitive clit kept rutting on his tip, giving you both pleasure. You didn’t know how you could feel this sensitive without cumming, but it was probably the ovulation. You moaned as your hips kept moving against the material, wanting more.

Armin mumbled something, before sitting up. His face was right next to yours before taking your titties out. He started to tweak and roll them on his fingers. You moaned, a sensation felt all over your pussy and stomach. You knew you were so close, especially with everything so sensitive.

His tongue flicked your bud before cum squirted all over his pants. Armin looked at you as you panted. Your eyes were closed feeling satisfied. That was until he patted the plump of your ass 3 times.

“Cmon, let’s go to the bedroom.” Armin spoke.

❥ Jean stayed in the bedroom, eyes closed. His beautiful partner had a surprise for him. Normally he’d be working right now. His stupid office job has been giving him more hours and less hours to spend with his gorgeous partner. It had made him annoyed, he just wanted to make some money and spend more time spoiling you with that money.

All his friends say you’ve changed him. Jean used to be an asshole, and he still is, but definitely a touch softer. The way his eyes gleam when seeing you, like a puppy seeing its owner. His guard isn’t so tough when he’s with you, more easier to approach. His friends don’t know how you did it, wanting him to be like this for a while.

The two of you met at a club, it was just a one night stand. Until you forgot your lip gloss, and that got the two of you talking. Jean realized he’d love to pursue you as a partner and asked you out. You were not ready and he understood, and of course waited for you. Waited til you were healed, waited til you were done with school, waited until you were ready.

When you started dating Jean, you joked you should’ve gotten together sooner. Jean is such a gentleman! He gives you princess treatment, paying for anything and everything for you. He wanted you to get the treatment you deserve since you are his princess. So that meant clothes, hair, nails, food, purses aka anything you looked at.

Jean was such a gentleman, you had to make most first moves. Yes, he would ask you out first, but that’s pretty much it. You would have to initiate the first kiss, hand-holding, wrapping his arm around you, and of course sex. Of course you two had a one night stand, but one night stands and relationship sex is totally different. Jean just didn’t want to rush you.

Just like now, how Jean’s sitting in his office room, hearing your footsteps. Your cold body shivered as you opened the door, watching as he sat patiently in his chair. Jean was a patient man. If you asked him to wait with his eyes closed, he’d do it. Even if he heard your footsteps getting close, he’d wait. Even if he felt your hand coursing through his hair, he’d wait. He’d wait until he hears the magic word.

“Open.” You whispered. As his eyes opened, he saw the beautiful two piece lilac lingerie. It had purple flowers on the top of your tits and the front of your pussy. Your leg garter held up the thigh high socks.

Jean’s face turned pink, eyes looking you up and down. The gleam in his eyes got bigger until he looked at your eyes. Your eyes that hold the lust you have for your boyfriend. He bit the inside of his cheeks, wanting to do so many things to you. But first, before Jean does anything he always asks.

“May I?” Jean whispered. You hum, as his hand goes to your cheek, softly brushing it. “Words.”

“Yes, Jean, please touch me.” You sighed. As soon as those words came out, he pulled you onto his lap, where you could feel his erection. Jean leant in, giving you a sweet, soft kiss. His lips were always sweet, as sweet as sugar.

Jean’s hands found your hips, squeezing the flesh. Both of your tongue’s collided, giving each other sloppy kisses.

His touch lightly crawled up to your top, pulling the lingerie off your mounts. His fingers and your bud squeezed together, making you gasp. Your head leaned back, giving him access to your neck. He gave you a few wet kisses before sucking on a part, sure to leave you with a purple spot. The combination of sucking and rubbing made a sensation down there, making your pussy wet.

He kept playing with your nipples, circling and twisting. Your legs started to twitch as your head fell on his shoulder. It felt so good, you wanted, no, needed more of him. He started nibbling on your ear, knowing that was one of your weak points. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed Jean just as much as he needed you.

“Jean, please.” You gasped. He hummed, giving your cheek a kiss. He didn’t mean to tease you, it’s just he wanted to hear what you wanted. He didn’t know why, or rather why his dick got harder with why when you whispered about wanting him, did it make him want you more. “Please, want your cock, Jean. Want you inside of me.”

“Ok, sweet heart, one second.” Jean mumbled. His lips came in contact with your other nipple, sucking on the nipple. You gasped, your eyes starting to water. You knew you were about to cum just from him playing with your nipples. Did you really care? No. But was he going to remember this? Yes.

“Jean, I’m close. Please!” You gasped out. Jean’s tongue licked your nipple, and that was over for you. Cream squirted on your lingerie, wetting it and Jean’s pants with cum. Your eyes closed as your hips rutted in the tent of Jean’s pants. His eyes watched as your high pitched moans rang through his office, before calming down. With a loud pop, Jean drew circles into your back.

“Think you can do one more round?” He asks.

❥ Connie sat on his game console, talking to his friends, while his girlfriend stood in his door frame, arms crossed. Connie was a good boyfriend, he made you laugh when you were upset, fed you til your stomach exploded, and became interested in your hobbies. He was the perfect boyfriend, til it came to that stupid game console and his friends.

All his friends were nice. They all loved you with open arms, saying a girlfriend to Connie is a friend to them. But you couldn’t help the way Connie spent so much time with them. If you wanted to hang out you had to wait til he was one playing with his friends, which could take all night. Sometimes you just wanted your boyfriend.

You slowly made your way to him, hearing the arguing through his headset. It sounded like Eren and Jean got into another argument, of course Armin was trying to keep the peace but Connie was instigating, like he does. Your arms wrapped around the boy, your head being placed on his shoulder. His eyes hit yours, before smiling. He put himself on mute, before moving one of his ear pieces to the side.

“Hi baby.” Connie smiled. His voice was so sexy, it made your pussy already become wet.

“Hi Connie, you’ve been playing for 5 hours, maybe it’s time to get off and help me set up for dinner?” You asked. You could hear the obnoxious yelling Eren and Jean were doing, threatening to beat each other’s asses next time they see each other, which never comes true.

“In a minute, babe. Just need to finish one more round.” Connie told you. Your eyes rolled on their own, hearing that line one, too many times. He acts like you're an idiot, like you were in the beginning of your relationship.

“Connie, you always say that and then it’s 1 am.” You pouted.

“No I don’t, I’ll be there in like 10 minutes.” Connie scoffed, moving his shoulder so you could get off. You glared at him for his rudeness, seeing he just got off mute. You walked out of the room, arms crossing.

Connie always does this, and you’re so sick of it. He acts like your time isn’t precious. You could be doing much better things than begging him to help you with dinner. You weren’t going to take this, take him, being a jerk. You were done begging him to do stuff with you. You could do things independently before him.

Now you could make dinner by yourself, but that wouldn’t do anything. Making lots of noises with the pots and pans, vacuuming, even cleaning the walls with bangs wouldn’t make him get the hint. So it would take a lot more than just showing him independence. You looked at your ivory door, looking to see Connie still on that stupid game.

You walked to your bedroom, before opening your closet door. The clothes that hid the package you bought a week ago. The black lacy lingerie you had bought that you knew Connie would love, or drive him crazy. It was a perfect punishment, you knew Connie couldn’t get enough of you. Even if he could see you with jeans that showed how tight your ass was, he was getting turned on.

You pulled out a shoe box you both loved using on you. A bunch of toes, different sizes and colors. Although you loved Connie’s dick the most, a vibrator would keep you company some nights. Other nights Connie would use one to tease or punish you. But tonight it was the other way around.

You walked back into the living room, in a bathrobe, seeing he was still on that game. You sat bits away from him, before taking off the robe. You could still hear Eren and Jean’s voice when you put the vibrator on. You pressed it on your clothed clit, making you moan out in pleasure. You missed this feeling.

One of your hands found your tits, and circled your nipple. You gasped, your pussy twitching for something to be inside. Your fingers slipped the lingerie to the side, pressing the vibrator inside of you. Your mouth formed an o-shape as your hips jutted out. Your clit was pulsing, wanting to be touched so bad. Your fingers worked faster so the mounts on your breasts were taken care of before sliding your hand towards your clit.

You felt a hand stop you, making you open your eyes. Connie, whose headset was off and game on pause, stared daggers into you. He finally felt what you felt. You knew Connie would hate the fact you decided to tease and punish him by playing with yourself, but fuck did you feel proud of yourself.

Without saying a word, he took the vibrator out of your hole, pressing it on your clit. Your legs started twitching, before he spit on your stride, making more of a mess out of you. His tongue went inside of you, taking all of your slick. His hands held your legs, putting them on his shoulders, as he started to roughly eat your pussy,

His mouth and your arousal made a mess out of each other, Connie wanting everything you’ve got. You on the other hand was a moaning mess, holding the pillows as your pussy rutted in his face. Connie’s head game was next level, he knew exactly how to use his tongue. His tongue went deeper until it was the spot he knew you were sensitive at.

“Connie, I’m gonna cum, keep going.” You gasped. He pressed the vibrator harder as his tongue kept hitting your g-spot. Your legs shaked as you basically screamed his name. Your tits jiggled and your back arched. His name echoed as you sputtered a bunch of curses and pants. Once you calmed down, Connie put down the vibrator, taking his sweats off.

“You wanted my attention, you’ve got it.” Connie told you,

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qilinxingg · 5 months

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 #𝟐

pairing : john price x fem!reader

summary : after being taken by John, you are left in your private mansion. However, unlike what you expected, the Brit did not appear for some time to see it and after a few days, you receive an invitation from him to attend a private party and there things get complicated.

warnings : lil angst (promisse is just a bit), abuse and harassment (from a fuckin dog, not from price), violence and guns (a lil too), and eventually smut at the end (dirty talk and breeding kink)

word count : 6k

notes : I'M FINALLY BACK OMG!!! I apologize for the delay, but it will have to be so for some time (unfortunately until the summer of next year :(( ), but I will always try to post when I can. Thank you all for trying to pay attention to my stories, you have no idea how much happy I get :))

A last thing that I like to say is that this part of this story isn't one of my biggest works :/ so I apologize for the inconvenience but try to understand that I’ve been since summer without writing.

Anyway, good reading!

The life you led reminded you of little Nero.

Nero was the name of the nightingale your grandparents had in their house. The beautiful, delicate little bird had the whitest plumage you had ever seen and looked like freshly fallen snow on the first day of winter. And brownish feathers protruded from the crown of its head, blending in with the bright white.

But even though Nero was the most beautiful and breathtaking bird you had ever seen, you still wondered.

Why did Nero have to be trapped in these bars? Why couldn't he be free like the other birds?

Because Nero was special. That's what your grandmother said when you asked her. But if the delicate nightingale was special, why was it locked up? You just couldn't understand that.

You felt sorry for little Nero because he was deprived of his freedom. He deserved to fly free with the other birds and soar over beautiful landscapes. He shouldn't be trapped in a tiny cage for the rest of his life.

But Nero didn't seem to notice, because he was always happy. He hummed happily in his little cage almost all the time, as if it didn't bother him that his freedom had been stolen from him.

And at certain moments in life, you just couldn't understand how the little bird could behave like that.

Especially when you've been in the same situation for a long time without even realising it.

You wish you could be like the nightingale. You wish you didn't have to worry about being trapped between the bars of the suffocating, loveless cage you call marriage. Wishing you didn't feel like every moment you spend with Colt, your husband, you want to let the tears and sobs out. You wish your husband wouldn't act so inconsistent or come home drunk, completely out of control and ready to put you in danger.

That's exactly what he did when John came to make amends for his reckless actions. He threw you to the big man as if it was his last ace in the hole not to deal with the consequences of his actions.

That hurt you more than any other betrayal he committed against you. Isn't it a couple's job to protect each other?

Did all the years you spent together mean nothing to him? Did you really mean nothing to him?

Realising that was the worst thing of all. Realising that all the years you lived together had become boring and unpleasant and, above all, that they had turned you into a used-up, melancholy woman.

You could no longer recognise yourself when you looked at your reflection. Where was the cheerful girl you were years ago? You could only wonder if you weren't enough, if you weren't attractive enough or interesting enough.

You couldn't even recognise yourself when you looked at your reflection. Where was the cheerful girl you were years ago? You could only wonder if you weren't enough—if you weren't attractive enough or interesting enough.

You couldn't stand it any longer, and you prayed that one day everything would change. For some kind of miracle to happen and change the direction your life was taking.

And for the first time in your life, your wish came true.

You stare at the cream-coloured dress lying folded on your bed.

I mean, your new bed. Because that wasn't your room or your house. It was John's house, where you'd been living for at least a week and a half.

It had only been a week and a half and already your life had taken a complete turn.

You woke up in a huge room that was almost as big as the small house you shared with your husband, who claimed a small house would cost less money than a big one - money he wasted on his damn gambling and drinking.

The room you were in reminded you of the historical novels you used to read, in which the protagonist lived in a huge country house with gigantic living rooms and large bedrooms.

The room didn't look much different from the descriptions you had read. The walls were a light shade of beige, with gold-coloured damask wallpaper in some places. There were oil paintings in some corners of the room. The white ceiling was also decorated with damask patterns, and a huge golden crystal chandelier in the centre lit up the entire room.

The bed with its fine silk sheets stood in the middle of one of the walls, surrounded by two cream-coloured bedside tables with lamps. On an exquisite cream dressing table stood an elegant, ornate mirror, and on the other side, opposite the large window surrounded by faded curtains, was a pastel-coloured sofa and two armchairs on opposite sides. Finally, the beige porcelain floor was covered with a large greyish Persian rug.

You sighed and felt humiliated as you looked at your room. How could a single room be so extravagant?

You mean you didn't complain. Who wouldn't want to live in a room like that? It was everyone's dream. You just felt like an intruder. Your presence seemed to tarnish the grandeur of the room.

You curled up on the sofa, looked at the big TV screen - even though it was old, the room was still modern - and saw that 7:35 pm was displayed in the corner.

Earlier, the maid Mary had told you to be ready at 8pm. You asked her why, but she just replied with a smile.

"The master just told you to make yourself even prettier, ma'am."

You could still feel the heat in your cheeks at that remark. Your teeth bit lightly into your mouth and your body warmed instantly as the memory of your last encounter came up.

I'll fill your pussy so deep, princess, that you'll have my cum inside you for days. That's what you want, isn't it? Maybe I should give you a child of my own, don't you think?

Your face turned completely red and flushed as you felt your clit pulsing against your panties. It was so dirty, but you couldn't control it. There wasn't a single time that your husband had been able to give you these feelings that Brit had given you that fateful night.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you met the captain. That is, the last time he actually showed up, because deep down you knew John would show up without you realising it. Namely, when you were asleep.

You weren't that stupid. You could smell his expensive perfume in your room, in your bed to be precise.

But that was all. To be honest, you had expected the Brit to be a more uncontrolled, rough and merciless man than the rumours suggested.

You feared that, but the blue-eyed man was more than that: he was careful with you, although he intended to humiliate your husband, he took you in his strong arms and lodged you in a luxurious mansion that would astonish anyone.

Perhaps he took you in as a loan, so Colt could pay off his debts, you thought. That could only be his interest in you. If not, why would John be interested in someone like you? That was completely ridiculous.

You laughed pathetically and picked up the silky, exquisite cream-coloured dress. You had no choice, because it was so…

Or maybe your death.

You shuddered at the thought, swallowed, and hurried to your bathroom. There was no time to lose.

Your distracted eyes tracked the various unfamiliar faces in the huge hall, from the farthest reaches of the room. Some of the guests, who were probably all members of the mafia, were flaunting their expensive and exquisite dresses and suits. Others talked about their illegal and lucrative businesses to increase their fortunes while classical music played in the background.

And in the depths of the hall, one felt excluded while a single question buzzed around in the back of one's mind.

Why on earth had John brought you here? What was his plan?

You swirled the liquid in your champagne glass and nervously tapped the tips of your heels on the white floor as you let your third sigh escape your lips, which didn't go unnoticed by the person next to you.

"Don't worry about it, ma'am. The captain will be here shortly." Kyle's soothing accent suddenly entered your ears, startling you. When the man noticed this, he nodded apologetically.

You smile and accept his apology. During the time you lived - as they say - in John's huge mansion, Kyle's company - or Gaz, as he likes to be called - was what rescued you from the depths of loneliness. Not only him, but also the fun-loving and easy-going Johnny - known as Soap - who also helped you to have many a long laugh during this time.

You knew they were the people closest to your leader. Aside from those two, the only one you didn't get to know that well was Ghost, who only impressed you with his cold, stoic presence.

But at least he was there, unlike his absent captain.

Your rouged cheeks reddened, and a shiver ran through your whole body. Actually, you should be angry at John for leaving you in this situation and not miss him, God! What on earth was so attractive about him that you felt so lost?

Unable to answer your own question, you decide to ignore your disorganised thoughts and just focus on Kyle. "I know, but it's hard to stay calm when I'm in a place like this." You let off steam, but then a smile graces your features. "But thank you. That was very kind of you."

Kyle let a small smile appear on his handsome features. "No need to thank me, ma'am. You're well protected."

You put your hands over your mouth and laughed casually. "I've already told you that you can call me by my name." You let your hand fall to your waist, covered by the expensive fabric, and let yourself play with the soldier. "I'm not that old, am I?"

Gaz's cheeks flushed this time, and he quickly turned to answer you. "That's not what I meant, ma'am. It's just that the captain…" Before he could finish his words, the radio communicator in his blazer made a noise. When he had finished speaking, the man turned to you. "Miss, can you stay here alone for a while? I promise it'll be quick."

"Of course. Am I a child by any chance?" You joke, but when you notice the serious look on his face, you pause. "Did something serious happen?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just something trivial." Kyle replied quickly. "But stay here, no matter what, until Soap shows up."

Noticing the other's haste, you quickly agree, not wanting to delay him any longer. "Yeah, don't worry about me. You can go." Kyle waved at you and quickly walked through the main door of the common room, where more people were arriving.

You set the glass of champagne down on the small table next to you and snuggled into the white scarf that lay there, hugging your elbows. You let your eyes rest on the people around you for a few more minutes before you felt your bladder fill up. You blushed slightly and let an embarrassed smile appear on your lips.

Why did you have to drink so much champagne?

You look around until you finally find the sign for the toilet. But before you could make your way there quickly, Kyle's words came into your mind.

Stay here, no matter what.

Nothing much could happen, could it? You just wanted to go to the toilet. No one would notice your insignificant presence anyway.

So why bother?

After doing your business, you came out of one of the numerous cabins in the bathroom. You went to the small sink in front of you and washed your hands. Finally, you tidied yourself up in front of the mirror and quickly left the room, not wanting to waste too much time there.

However, as you walked along, you noticed a different pace. Not wanting to get scared, you ignored it and continued walking, but your efforts weren't rewarded, and your tiny body was pushed into a large room by strong hands.

You tried to get up, but soon a pair of strong hands wrapped around your neck and wasted no time in pushing. You placed your small hands on top of the stranger's, trying to somehow free yourself, while desperately pleading. "Let me go..."

The stranger laughed amusingly, as if he enjoyed your distress. And when you finally heard his voice, you realized that he wasn't just a stranger to you after all.

"I really couldn't believe it was really you, but it seems my eyes didn't deceive me after all."

You widened your eyes. That was Gerold, one of your husband close friends and the man primarily responsible for bringing your husband into this kind of world.

What on earth was he doing here?

"Looks like what Colt was saying was really true. Captain Price really did take you as a credit until he pays off the debt." Gerold said debauched, clamping his hand's tighter around your neck as you squirmed. "I bet he's taking good advantage of you. Well, who wouldn't, with a woman like you?"

Revulsion and fear rushed through your body like a tsunami as Gerold's burly frame came closer and closer to you. The man glued his mouth to your ear. "You know, I always knew that Colt didn't know how to take advantage of what was waiting for him at home. After all, you were always a lot of sand for his little, insignificant lorry." Gerold lowered his gaze to the neckline of her dress. "What you need is a real man who can use that beautiful body of yours to do with as he pleases." Gerold lowered his gaze to the neckline of her dress. "What you need is a real man who can use that beautiful body of yours to do with as he pleases."

You wanted to scream and destroy his satisfied and despicable features with your bare hands. You wanted to tear him apart. You were so sick of it all, of what your whole life had become! How much longer would you have to put up with this whole miserable situation?

However, the only thing you could do was cry silently and beg for help, with your voice weak from lack of air.

Gerold laughed at your state and quickly tore off your dress, revealing all your delicate flesh. Seeing everything that had happened, you quickly began to do everything you could to get him to let you go: you screamed for help, struggled, scratched him and tried to hit him. You heard Gerold grumble, and not a second passed before his firm palm slapped you hard across the cheek.

The metallic taste quickly invaded your mouth, accompanied by the slight tingling that shut you up for a few brief moments. Sobs and tears escaped you as the man pushed you to the ground to keep you quiet.

"Stop moving, bitch!" Gerold shouted at you impatiently. "I see the captain has given you too much freedom, and you've become an undisciplined bitch. However, don't worry, I'll make you a silenced doll again."

You denied it with your head, not ceasing your struggle when he began to touch you. This sensation was completely different from what John had done to you. It wasn't pleasurable or caring, despite the situation you were in. It was so raw and disgusting that it made you vomit and feel filthy.

You just wanted to be in his protective arms again. You wanted John to hold you and never let you go back to that ghost you once were at your husband's side.

"Please…" You asked softly, your dry lips barely opening.

John, please come to me. Help me.

Help me, John.

Suddenly, you heard something cut through the air so fast that you thought you were dreaming. However, the blood dripping down your face proved to you that it was reality. Gerold's grip lessened, and a painful cry came from his mouth as he lay writhing beside you. You opened your eyes and finally saw the cause of all your sudden pain.

A bullet.

Your vision automatically followed the trajectory of the bullet, and from a distance, you could see the familiar silhouette next to the door. And even from afar, you could feel his murderous aura.

John Price stared at the scene in front of him in pure fury and hatred. The Briton felt his whole body burn with such rage that he could feel a nuclear bomb about to decimate an entire civilisation.

How dare that son of a bitch let his filthy hands touch you? He could only be asking for death and, just in those few seconds, Price already had plenty of doses of suffering planned for the bastard.

John would make this scum suffer in the worst possible way.

His sole purpose for being there was to introduce you to the whole of mafia society, so that precisely such situations couldn't happen since everyone would know that you were under his protection and that no one would be stupid enough to harm you.

However, it was incredible how, with just a few second delay, his whole well-laid plan went completely off the rails. And the Brit wouldn't admit to that kind of mistake. Never. Even more so when you were involved.

Why did he do that? That wouldn't be revealed just yet.

John marched up to your pathetically exposed body, slowly, as if he was afraid of scaring you. However, when he got close, you quickly threw yourself into his warm arms and let the chained sobs escape.

John clenched his fist around the gun, deciding whether to let his anger take him over and kill him right then and there, or to let him suffer. Sensibly, he chose the latter, not wanting to cause her even more discomfort with the whole situation.

"Darling, I…" John tried, but you quickly cut him off.

"Please… get him out of here… please…" You asked sobbing, and the Briton could feel a part of his heart squeeze, and consequently his anger rise.

The blue-eyed man didn't take long to do exactly what you asked because a few seconds later, his men arrived and carried off the sobbing scum. However, they didn't leave before the captain said. "Leave that damned son of a bitch alive. I'm still going to settle the score with him."

After these cruel words, his men left the room, leaving only you and John. The man turned to you and gently embraced your trembling body, calling you softly by your name. "It's all right now, love. I'm here."

Your body just snuggled closer to his, letting itself be cradled by his warm touch. And so he let him stay, trying to soothe you, silently, as a reminder that he was there.

Slowly, the sobs stopped, and you raised your head, looking him in the eye for the first time that night and in several days. John's blue eyes focused on your watery ones, and they gave you only one certainty.

He would destroy anyone who puts you in that state. He would make him choke on his own blood if necessary and give him a direct ticket to hell.

The Briton approached you, placed his calloused hands on your warm cheeks and left light kisses on your wet eyes, feeling the salty taste. You let out a silent sob again and couldn't stop thinking.

Why was John so worried? I mean, you weren't complaining. In fact, you had often dreamed and wished that someone would anchor you in these difficult times. You were just curious.

You rested your hands on his firm shoulders and when he pulled away, you called out to him, panting and trembling. "John…" Your sparkling eyes never left his. "Touch me… please…"

Hearing his gasp, you saw John's sapphire eyes widen and then darken. He was controlling himself - you could feel it. And to prove his point, John asked slowly, his British accent thickening, "Love, you've just been through a difficult situation. I don't want to make you do anything…"

You stopped the captain's voice completely when you took his hands and brought them to your exposed breasts. You continued to stare at him with your glowing eyes and begged, trembling. "Please touch me. Make me forget the touch of those disgusting people. Make me feel like a new woman again, like you did before, John."

Hearing your words, John pushed your exposed body into the furry carpet and quickly covered you with his massive, muscular body. The Brit wasted no time in ripping off what was left of your dress, and when his goal was complete, he spoke dangerously into your ear as he let his firm hands roam your body. "I'll do it, love. I'll make you focus only on how you're going to come so hard that the only thing that will be left in that little head of yours will be just my name and my cock."

Your eyes widened, and your cheeks flushed, denouncing your excitement. John smiled at this reaction and began to apply bites and sucks to your neck, making you gasp. After this area received a great deal of attention, John's hot mouth descended on your puffy nipples, and he wasted no time in sucking them one at a time.

You arched your back at the pleasure you were receiving, feeling the ridges of your pussy wet the lacy beige panties and your clitoris getting excited. Realizing this, the captain moved his fingers down to your needy region and began stroking your luscious clit.

"Oh God!" You exclaimed, tilting your head back, letting yourself rub against his ardent touch.

"It's John, darling." The Briton complained, raising his face to the same height as his own. "God won't help you in this situation."

And with those last words, John sealed your mouth to his, completely devouring and destroying your delicate little lips. You gasped against his lips and put your fingers between his brownish strands, squeezing and scratching as you tried to follow the frantic rhythm of his lips.

However, it seemed impossible for you to do so. The man was literally consuming you as if he had been starving for days. His tongue enveloped yours in a ravishing, lustful dance, making you submit to what he was offering you.

You'd never felt this way before. It was so...different. So ardent.

Taking advantage of your moment of vulnerability, John stopped playing with your pussy and reached for your panties. You were about to complain when the man pulled it down and stuck the small garment between your soaked folds, directly against your core.

With that sudden movement, you could feel your body squirm and heat up completely with pleasure. You broke contact and opened your mouth to moan loudly as John continued to play with you by rubbing the garment against your pussy.

"J-John...oh my..." You moaned loudly as you tried to control your breathing. God, it was the first time you'd received such a strong dose of pleasure. You simply didn't know how to react.

"Shh... it's all right, love. Breathe calmly." John said smiling and left a kiss on your cheek, making you shiver completely at the feel of his facial hair. "We still have a long way to go."

You whimpered at his words and nibbled on your lips, swollen from the previous contact. You felt your knickers being removed and your soaked pussy being revealed.

You swallowed in anticipation as the Brit lowered himself to the middle of your trembling legs. However, contrary to what you had expected, the captain began to undress in front of you, and you wasted no time in admiring the man's athletic physique.

Despite having certain scars - which you wanted to explore properly - his body was nonetheless attractive. The lines of his defined abdomen were visible beneath the light fur that covered his entire torso, making him look more virile. His strong arms, which reflected the firm, strong muscles as they wrapped around his thighs, also sent a huge wave of excitement throughout his body.

You lowered your gaze, starting from his abdomen, and stopping only when his large, hard penis, full of protruding veins, caught your eye. You widened your eyes. He looked bigger than the last time you'd seen him, and he was just sending out the message that he was going to completely destroy you.

"Liking what you see, darling?" John's thick, husky accent came through, making your clitoris throb and your core release more grooves of pleasure. You didn't answer, as your body wasted no time in denouncing you, but that didn't please the captain. "I asked you a question, darling, and I don't like being ignored."

You shivered completely and let out a shaky sigh as you heard his stern, authoritative tone. You wasted no time in responding to his command, albeit timidly. "I like that."

John smiled and left a light seal on your aroused clitoris, making you let out a loud, long moan. "Good girl." And with those two words, he wasted no time in letting his mouth devour your pussy eager for his attention.

You bit your lips, stifling the scream that was about to burst from your lips. However, it was difficult to hold back the lustful sounds as John relentlessly consumed your wet region.

"J-John..." As you moaned for him, you only encouraged him to go harder and harder, until your pussy was swollen and sensitive from so much stimulation.

His erratic movements continued, alternating between your pussy and your sensitive clitoris. It was a short, quick sequence: sucking, licking and penetrating with his broad fingers and hot tongue, making your mind completely lose itself and become dependent on his lascivious touches.

And then, when you were close to orgasm, John suddenly stopped, making you moan and whimper pathetically at your denied orgasm. "P-Please...don't stop..."

Hearing your pleas, the British man's husky laugh rang out. "I didn't want to either, darling, but I promise it will get better."

Your hot body jumped as she felt the fat, wet glans slap against your soaked pussy, which throbbed with anticipation. Your lips trembled slightly and you brought your trembling hands to your face, hiding it from the man's deep gaze. Your move didn't take long, however, as he quickly grabbed your wrists and brought them up over your head, trapping them there and forcing you to face him.

"Eyes here, love." John commanded, as his free hand lined up the throbbing glans on his moist little hole. "I want to see your face when you feel my cock deep inside you again. Are we clear?"

You stared into his darkened eyes and nodded breathlessly, letting your tongue run over your pink lips. "Yes."

"Very good. Looks like you've learnt something, darling." John complimented, making you blush. "And you, what do good girls deserve? They deserve to be fucked until their little brains are mush and their pussies are so full, they will leak for days with all the sperm they put in them."

Listening to his dirty words, her pussy unleashed more lustful grooves and her clitoris throbbed, as if it were a silent invitation for him to invade. Her legs trembled and her breathing quickened, something that didn't go unnoticed by the Brit, who quickly commented with a laugh, "Is that your dirty secret, love? You want me to pour all my sperm inside you so you can feel it leaking out of your swollen little pussy, don't you? I bet you've been touching yourself thinking about the words I said the last time. You're so dirty."

Your cheeks flushed at being caught, and you denied it with your head, trying to save your last shred of dignity. "I-It wasn't like that...."

"You can try to lie all you like, doll, but your body will always be honest with me." John said, smiling, as he rubbed his own fluids into your hole, causing you to moan lewdly. "But don't worry, I'll do exactly what you want."

John groaned hoarsely and bit his lips. God, how many times during these past few days had he longed to return to this damp, warm heat since the last time. Damn work and unfinished business kept him away from you, he hated it. The only time the captain could be with you like this was when it was late at night and you were asleep.

The Brit would make sure that never happened again.

His free hand went next to the other, to your bound wrists, and this movement brought John's face face-to-face with yours, panting. After this small interval of time, his erratic movements began frantically inside you, making you both moan with the pleasure you were receiving.

You whimpered, while trying to hold back your moans by biting your lips. God, you were in a public place! There were people almost right next to you, they could hear! And the captain, realizing this, narrowed his eyes and brought his thumb to your mouth, forcing you to release your restrained moans. "I want everyone to hear your moans so they know you're already with someone, love. I want them to know who you're moaning for. Who's giving you pleasure."

You shuddered as you moaned loudly. His strong, fast thrusts made your insides burn and throb, sending waves of heat throughout your body and making you cry from the sensations they provided.

"John...John...more..." You called out and begged tremulously for it, as you felt him bite down harder on your neck.

"That's it, doll." John said muffled, letting his teeth bruise the sensitive skin of your neck. The hand that had been on her mouth moved down to your centre and wasted no time in rubbing the sensitive button that was begging for attention. Your pupils dilated, and you arched your back with the pleasure you were receiving, not containing the loud moan that left your mouth, making John smile. "Tell me, who's fucking you?"

"Oh... oh God..." You moaned breathlessly, unable to form a single thought properly because of what you were feeling. "You... it's you!"

John smiled, as he felt sweat beading on his forehead. Even so that didn't stop John from continuing his cruel, deep thrusts. "That's right, darling. It's not your slag of a husband. It's me, John Price. I'm the one who comes so deep that he makes you squirm and cry with pleasure. I'm the one you call and ask to go faster. And it's me who will fill your insides completely with my seed." John said breathlessly, not stopping to rub his thumb over your clitoris, making you moan louder. "Can you feel it, love? Can you feel how deep I am?"

You denied it with your head and John took your hand, taking it to your belly, which moved according to the firm blows of your cock. You blushed and it just made you moan louder. "Can you see? No one can get that deep inside you, love. And you get my cock so well in that little pussy of yours."

"J-John... I'm... close." You warned tearfully and tilted your head back lost.

"Cum for me, doll. Cum." John said and joined his mouth into his, initiating a lustful and quick contact that you couldn't even breathe right.

In just a few seconds, you reached your apex and you anchored yourself in the captain's strong grip as you felt your whole body tremble. Soon after, John also followed you and freed himself within you with a hoarse groan, fulfilling his promise.

He dropped himself over his tired body and left a light kiss on his sweaty forehead as they tried to catch his breath.

You were the first to break the silence some time later. "Do you think anyone heard us?"

John laughed loudly and took his hand, which previously rested on his clitoris, to his cheek. "And what's the matter if anyone hears."

You bit your lips and commented embarrassed. "They will comment..."

"Nobody has the courage to comment on anything, dear. Don't worry." John pushed his ideas away and re-sealed his mouth on him, making you feel his facial hair.

You sighed softly against his mouth, returning and following his contact. After some time, both turned away and you stared at him. "Please don't do anything to Kyle or his subordinates. I was the one who walked away to go to the bathroom.

"Well, yes, yes..." You agreed and before you could do anything else, your body was turned facing the carpet and your ass was piled towards the captain's hip, which was still inside you.

"What a naughty girl... accusing me of leaving her alone and still getting involved with my soldiers." Price spoke into her ear slowly, as she rubbed her limb inside herself. "It seems I shall have to punish her."

"I-I just..."

"No buts, love." John said, banging on his ass band, making you jump and moan again. "And as for your request, I will consider it carefully as I fuck you again."

You moaned loudly as the merciless thrusts returned.

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barrette - choi yeonjun x reader

I think I’d like to classify this as a part 1 for this drabble I made hehe

: idol!yeonjun x fem. idol!reader

: this was a rq omg I’m nervous putting this out..things to keep in mind; y/n’s group is called eclipse, i also don’t know how being an mc works so..yeah but i still hope it’s okay >.< also i will be putting a marker for when the smut starts and stops in this fic, as anon didn’t specify if they wanted smut, but this is a smut blog..and i love writing yeonjun sex + 8k words

: oral-reader receiving, yeonjun calling you baby, loss of virginity for reader, reader and yeonjun are the same age, soft sex i think

minors please do not interact!

reblogs are appreciated :)

Everything’s stupid. This shirt was itchy, the inside seams making you want to scratch the hell out of your skin. You regret wearing this skirt too, suddenly feeling like you’re too dressed up for a run through and practice for next week’s mc appearance. Your small barrette on your hair makes you feel like you are over accessorized too. You remove it from your hair as you place it on the table, not having any bags to put it in. You’ll just put it on later. It’s as if suddenly, everything is too much. Maybe you should’ve just come with a simple tee and pants and maybe some mascara instead of the cute makeup look you had on. Whatever, it’s too late for that now. You’re in a room where you guys are supposed to rehearse. You head towards a glass table that has papers on it. As you get closer, you realize it’s a script.

Sitting down, you look around the empty room, fingers toying with the script placed in front of you. The problem is, you were feeling way too nervous. Not because you’re going to be talking on stage, you’re used to it by now, it’s part of the job. It’s only been two years since you debuted, but you got the hang of it quick. Being an idol is performing in front of people all the time anyways. This wasn’t why you were feeling butterflies in your stomach though, but because of your co-host. Your co-host was yeonjun. Like, the yeonjun from txt.

You almost feel dizzy thinking about the fact that you’re going to work with someone so cute, and someone that’s really admirable. When you had heard you’d be mc-ing with him, you almost screeched from the excitement. Now, you just want to melt into the soft chair you’re sitting on, this isn’t going to go well for you. You’re a shy mess, it’s kind of ironic how you’re scared to talk to new people, being awkward and almost un-charismatic when barely getting to know them, even though that’s one of the things as a public figure you have to do almost everyday. It’s gotten better over the years in front of cameras, just going along with the rest of your group, being with them makes you comfortable enough to show some part of you to outsiders. You sit for a while, thinking about how this is going to go, when you hear footsteps coming from outside the room. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, it must be him. You quickly gather yourself up from your slouch position, suddenly looking at the paper in front of you as if you were reading its contents. Hair falling from your left side, like a curtain framing your face. You try to look as normal and natural as possible as you hear the door open.

Yeonjun enters and you’re in awe.

“Hi! I’m Yeonjun, nice to meet you!”

You look up to see the tall guy in front of you, looking even more attractive up close. He had on what seemed like a black ribbed tank top, with a matching black unbuttoned dress shirt and pants. His hair was out of his face from the glasses he was wearing. He had shoes on with thick white soles, and holy shit he looked good.

Yeonjun took in the image of you quickly, noticing that you were really pretty, which isn’t out of the ordinary, he’s constantly surrounded by attractive people. What can he say, it comes with the job. He doesn’t think much else, he really likes your group and your music but he hasn’t really delved into what you guys were like in terms of personality. He’s just glad he’s getting to mc again, but he knows it’s your first time doing this so he’s probably going to have to help you a lot. He doesn’t mind, he likes it.

You quickly nod your head as you get up, giving him a very weak handshake, his firm hand warm against yours. You try not to blush at being so close to him, trying to make this as least awkward as possible. “Nice to meet you Yeonjun, my name’s y/n.” He smiles as he lets go of your hand and starts walking towards the table, “yeah I know! I love your group’s work, it’s so good, really. I like it a lot.” You giggle as you let out a quiet thanks, which you realize made the conversation die. You’re kind of mad at yourself, you should say something about his group too, but it was way too late now.

“This is your first time doing this right?” He asks you, and you look at him, seeing he was already sitting down with the script in his hand. “Erm, yeah, I’m actually kind of nervous…” not because of this job, but because of him, even though he doesn’t have to know that. He’s looking at you as he starts talking, “Ah don’t worry! It’s actually a lot of fun once you get the hang of it, I’ll be here to help you out so don’t worry about it.” “I really think I’m going to take you up on that, but just tell me if it’s too troublesome okay?” He laughs as he responds. “Never that, you’ll do great. Let’s start practicing these lines, yeah?” “Ah, yeah okay.” You sit down across from him, grabbing the paper. You realized you had the first lines. Why was this so humiliating, having to talk first, alone, in front of Yeonjun only.

You clear your throat as you read, “Hello everyone! I’m your new mc Y/n. Starting today, I'm going to be hosting along with my companion, Yeonjun! Do you have any thoughts for today Yeonjun?”

You guys had finally finished rehearsing the lines until you memorized them, it was actually more chill than what you thought it’d be like. Yeonjun is really easy to get along with. Although now, it was time to practice with the cue cards, having to stand next to each other like you would on the stage. You guys stare at an x marked on a mirror in the room, having to pretend that was the camera. You had read through the interview lines for the artist you were going to talk to. As you read one of the final lines, you looked over at Yeonjun. “Yeonjun, can you give us your version of this week's song, ‘CBG’?”

Yeonjun broke out in a dance, obviously being silly about it and making goofy moves. You giggle as you say, “wow, what amazing moves, it’s as if little ants were biting you and you were trying to shake them off.” He laughed as you put his hands over his face, a little embarrassed.

You guys had finally finished up, and you were getting ready to leave. “Hey, yn, let’s exchange numbers, I want to have a way of contacting you incase anything happens, just to make sure you get the memo as well.” Yeonjun meant what he said, not having any other intentions other than wanting to be safer than sorry. He knows from experience that things like this happen, and he wants to make sure you’re both informed. You on the other hand, thought maybe, just maybe he was asking for your number because again, maybe, you had sparked his interest? Your heart fluttered as you took out your phone shakily, giving him your number. “Mm, cool, thanks. I’ll see you Sunday.” You nod shyly as you whisper a soft ‘bye’ as you start walking away. “Ah! Yn, wait! Let’s take a picture for your contact!” You agree, finally thankful you looked good today.

He reaches out his arm as he stands next to you, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. You feel like a creep, the way you inconspicuously smell his scent. He smells fresh and natural, like he was out on the beach and walked through a field of good smelling flowers and plants. Now you really felt like a creep. You smile as you pose with a peace sign, closing one eye and pouting. Yeonjun had a scowl-like face, with a shaka sign. He takes a picture and shows you, asking if this was okay. “Hey, you’re the one that’s going to be seeing it on your phone, what do you think?” Yeonjun laughs as he looks down at his phone, it looks nice, you both look good. “I like it, we look cute!”

By ‘we’ he meant that each of you separately looked nice, but you took it as ‘we’, both of you guys, like..a couple? You realized you’re thinking crazily, you just met him and you need to leave before your thoughts race more. Yeonjun’s still on his phone, adding the picture to your contact, when he hears you say you ‘have to go now’ and quickly leave before he could say anything back. Confused, he thought maybe your schedule was really packed today? I hope I didn’t set her back too much, I know how crazy our schedules can get, he thinks. He finally finishes with your contact, putting his phone down on the table as he gets his glasses he had taken off when you both went to practice the interview portion. He realizes you left your barrette, as he grabs it and puts it in his pocket. He’ll have to remember to give it back to you when he sees you again.

You’re finally at your dorm, your other group members hanging out. You close the door behind you as Vivi comes up to you, “Ynnnnn how was it? Were you really nervous? I wish I could’ve gone with you to be there for support, but stupid manage-…” she sees you’re not responding, instead you’re looking a little scared. She grabs your head and shakes it back and forth, “hey! Yn!!!”

You finally snap out of it, looking at her, “yn what’s wrong? You look scared, did something happen? Do I need to call someone?” You finally laugh as you respond, waving your hands. “Ah, no! Sorry, it’s just…you know how I’m co-hosting with Yeonjun from txt right?” She nods her head yes, now invested. “Vivi…he’s really, really cute. It’s crazy.”

She starts screaming as she jumps up and down, “YN HAS A CRUUUUSH! YN HAS A CRU-USHHH!” Suddenly, the rest of your group comes to you, wanting to hear who exactly their friend and group mate is crushing on. “Hey! It’s not a crush! He’s just..really cute and funny and..” they all laugh and scream loudly as you turn red, realizing you were kind of gushing. Rina grabs your shoulders, seeming more excited than you, “ask him out! You have to!” You grab her hands as you start talking, “what? We just met for the first time today, he really didn’t seem like he was interested in me, I realized I was kind of overthinking things while being with him, he kind of makes my mind go fuzzy…” all four members look at each other, an evil glint and smile on their faces.

“Dude, you’re totally obsessed with him!” “Am not!” “Uh-huh.” “Nuh-uh.”

Your group leader walks up to you, serious. You thought maybe she would be the voice of reason, instead, she says, “look, yn, just make sure news outlets don’t find out, and please, practice safe sex.” You slap your hand on your face, groaning. You start to walk to your room as you hear them still laughing like maniacs. Suddenly Reya wants to be a comedian, should’ve become one if she wants to be so funny. You remove the outfit you had on as you pick some loungewear and head to the shower, getting ready to go to dance practice with the rest of your group.

You’re finally in your bed, scrolling through your instagram. You’re on your burner, too scared and not trusting yourself enough to stalk or look at posts on your idol account. You recount today's events as you bite your lip and look up Yeonjun’s instagram. Yawnzzn. Cute handle. You look through his posts, seeing his outfits, “he’s so fucking good looking it’s not fair…” you whisper to yourself as you continue scrolling. You decide it’s enough, and go to the beginning of his profile again, when you suddenly see he posted a photo about 15 minutes ago. Were you really scrolling through his account for fifteen minutes?? You look at the post, he was showing off his outfit, along with a new bag. He didn’t have it when he showed up. You look at his caption, “zzn.” You catch yourself smiling at the pictures, giving the post a like. It’s not like anyone’s going to know it was you from your burner account. You turn off your phone and place it on your bedside table as you finally head to sleep.

“ynfromeclipse has liked yawnzzn’s instagram post”

Yeonjun is hanging out with all of txt as he goes on his phone, wanting to check how it’s doing and if it’s okay. “Yeonjun, we’re watching a movie, get off that phoooooneee.” He rolls his eyes at Beomgyu, “hey, I just need to quickly check if everything’s okay with my post.” He presses on it when he sees your username is the first one appearing in the likes section.

He smiles at your friendliness, until he sees the comments. They were all talking about how you liked his post, making up random ideas and rumors, as well as hurtful comments. He gets a bad taste in his mouth as he turns off his comments for the better. “Hey, Yeonjun, what’s wrong?” Soobin asks, noticing Yeonjun’s frown.

Yeonjun looks up from his phone, “you know how I’m mc-ing with yn from eclipse?” “Yeah,” Soobin nods.

“She liked my post and the comments were getting really nasty about it. I hate when that happens, I feel bad, she was just being nice and random people that don’t even seem like fans are starting to be rude.”

This time Taehyun speaks, “you should apologize when you see her again,” with that, he goes back to watching the movie and eating. Yeonjun realizes he’s right, you didn’t deserve to be belittled by people that didn’t even know you just for liking his post.

Sunday comes, and the stage rehearsal before the show starts comes out well. Both you and Yeonjun went on mc-ing without any complications. At the end, you guys retreat into the back room, getting ready to leave. “Hey yn,” Yeonjun is walking up to you and you shift a little, still nervous and not completely out of your shell around him. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry about my comments.” You blink, “what?” He frowns as he continues, “after you gave my post a like, the comments went crazy and started saying crazy things, I’m not sure if you saw them, but either way you didn’t deserve that so I’m sorry about that.”

You almost throw up right then and there. You..you had liked his post from your main account. The one with 14 million followers. You turn pale as you try to react as normally as possible, “o-oh! It’s okay! I um, I didn’t even realize,” didn’t even realize I liked your post from my main account, you think. “It’s really no big deal, it’s nothing I haven’t faced before. You really have nothing to apologize for.” You watch the way his sorrowful face turns happy, his eyes turning into crescents, seeing the way his pretty mouth gives you a smile you’ve seen a million times before in videos. You feel your heart beat faster, fuck.

It’s been a while since both of you guys have become hosts, and your friendship has blossomed. You guys now constantly text, hang out, and mock and laugh at each other regularly. As time went by, you realized you had developed feelings for Yeonjun. He was nice, thoughtful, funny and everything else you loved in a person. He’s never shown any signs of feeling the same way towards you, so you didn’t even bother acting on it, even when it was hurting you. These days, Yeonjun texts you about everything, and when you read his current text, your heart shattered.

zzn starboy: yn im going on a super secret date, pray for me!

You stared at the message, deciding not to text back.

Yeonjun stares at his phone, realizing you had left him on read. Weird..but sometimes it happens. He puts his phone away as he sees his date coming, smiling as she gets closer.

He finally gets to the dorm, sitting on the couch, sighing. The date didn’t go well, she complained about the fact that Yeonjun talked so much about you, telling him to just date you instead. What could Yeonjun do? You were just his good friend so of course he’s going to talk about you. Maybe the reason he even went on this date was to forget the way he feels when he’s with you. Ah, Yoenjun you’re really going crazy, he thinks. You’re just a really good friend to him right?

Kai appears, “what’s wrong?” Yeonjun looks over at him, “my date didn’t go so well. I don’t know what it is, there wasn’t anything there, you know?” Kai looks shy, “uh…no..but maybe it just wasn’t meant to be? I’m sorry..but I’m sure there’ll be more dates and maybe you’ll even find someone you like that you already know. You never know what could happen.” As those words left Kai’s mouth, Yeonjun imagined you in his head for a split second. Confused, he got up and said thanks to Kai before heading to his room. He needed a nap. When his head hit the pillow, he heard his phone ding.

ynie best mc: how was your date? :0

he couldn’t help but smile at your message, relieved you finally texted him back. Biting his lip as he texts you back.

zzn starboy: no luck :(

You feel bad for smiling, but you were glad, even though you felt a little guilty for feeling this way.

On the other side of the screen, Yeonjun got an idea. You guys hadn’t hung out in some time, so why not go out on a friend date, he’d love to catch up with you after some time.

zzn starboy: hey, wanna go to an amusement park or something some day, when are you free?

Your heart almost jumps out of your chest reading that text. Was this a date? Your fingers suddenly shake as you text back.

ynie best mc: since our promotions are done, we’re pretty free these days, i think it’ll depend on your days honestly

zzn starboy: im free next week on wednsday. wby?

ynie best mc: i checked my schedule and same. wednesday then?

zzn starboy: wednesday 😎

You giggled loudly and kicked your feet up in the air as you rolled around in your bed like some sort of pig rolling around in mud. Vivi comes in, confused by the distribution, “girl what’s wrong with you?” You get up, hair messy and now frizzy as it’s in your face. You quickly look at her and she jumps, honestly scared. “I. Have. A. Date. With. YEONJUN!!!” Her eyes open wide as she screams along with you, as you grab your hands together and jump in unison like little girls. “Guys what the hell is all this ruckus?” The rest of the group had come in, also wondering what the fuck was up with you two. Vivi turns as she tells them, and suddenly it seemed like you were at a concert, screams flooding your ears.

Today was the day, you were waiting for Yeonjun, deciding you guys were going to go together to the park. You look down at your outfit, kind of loose pants and a tight cropped T-shirt with Yeonjun’s face printed on it, an inside joke you two developed for your mc activities. “Y/n!” You turn around and see Yeonjun waving at you, and you smile. You feel as if everything’s okay in the world, finally being in his presence again. Until, you see the rest of txt behind him. What? You tried to play it off and not seem upset, maybe they were going to separate, it’s not like you didn’t like them, you loved them, you even started getting closer to some of them through text, but you wanted it to be just you and Yeonjun, as selfish as it may seem.

“Hey!” You put on your fakest smile, pretending not to be even the littlest upset. Yeonjun hugs you as you as his scent fills your head, smelling just like he did when you guys first met. You hug him back maybe a little too passionately, hands wrapped around his back from under his arms and head in his chest. The members watch as they then look at each other, smiling knowingly.

“Hey yn, finally! We haven’t seen each other freely like this, even if we see each other every Saturday and Sunday,” He laughs. You nod. You realized he was wearing the matching shirt to yours, your face printed on it. “Hey, you’re wearing the shirt too!” You guys laugh and giggle about it when you hear Kai’s laugh, finally turning to them.

“Hey guys! You’re going to be joining too?” They all say hi back and Soobin responds, “yeah, it’s one of our only few free days and we wanted to hang out, hopefully you don’t mind. I do mind, a little, lovely Soobin, you think to yourself. You guys catch your ride as you enter the car. “Yn sit next to me! Pleeeeaaassseee,” Soobin tells you. You had also become close friends with Soobin, he was the second closest next to Yeonjun, although not that close, but you guys were really good friends now. You just had a lot in common. You sit next to him as you give him a quick hug, nothing like the one you gave Yeonjun.

Yeonjun’s watching, and he feels a certain feeling he can’t decipher in him, suddenly feeling a little upset. You turn to where Yeonjun is sitting, finally seeing he seems a little serious. As you were about to talk to him, Soobin distracts you, asking you a weeb question that you just had to fight for. “There’s no way he’d beat him!” Yeonjun disappears from your mind as you argue with Soobin. Yeonjun wishes the rest of them had stayed home instead.

As you get to the park, you’re excited for all the rides, finally having some fun. The rest of the group dissipates, leaving you and Yeonjun together. You grab him by his arm, asking, “which one first?” He thinks as he looks around.

It was almost time for the park to close, and you’ve been having a lot of fun with Yeonjun. It really felt like a date, just you two laughing and talking. Going on the last ride, you realize it’s a carousel. “There’s no way they have a random ass carousel here when it’s a theme park,” you tell Yeonjun.

He just laughs as you guys start walking into the empty line. Once on, you realize how special this day was. You’ve decided. You’re going to tell him. You waited until the cart you guys were on was at the very top, getting done taking photos of each other. You guys had fans to feed on social media after all.

“Hey, Jjun.” He looks at you, “yeah?” You’re nervous, fiddling with your pants. “Erm, I,” you look up at him, “I like you. A lot. In a non friend way.” You grimace at the awful confession. He stares at you for a while, processing what you said. He feels the way his heart is beating quickly, blush building up on his face, but he’s confused, he shouldn’t like you, you’re his close friend, and what would your fans and agencies think? He looks around looking stressed, trying to find the words to answer you. “Fuck, I’m sorry yn. I…I don’t feel the same way, I’m really sorry. I don’t- I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry. I hope this doesn-“

You look down at your feet, humiliated and embarrassed, tears brimming your eyes.

Still looking down, too scared to face him, you speak. “Stop. You don’t have to say anything. We can’t control how we feel, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I’m glad I told you. It’s okay, really.” Yeonjun couldn’t ignore the way your tears shined in your eyes, seeing them fall down onto your pants, darkening spots appearing where they landed.

The rest of the ride down was awkward and quiet. As soon as you got off you started walking out quickly, just wanting to get away from everything. You were calling for a car, unable to stand being next to him for now. That’s when you remember, you guys literally still mc together. Fuck.

What have you done?

Yeonjun’s calling out to you as he sees you walk away in a hurry. He feels awful, he’s so confused and unsure of what he’s feeling, he wants to hug you, but he’s sure that’ll make things worse. “Hyung?” Beomgyu calls out. The rest of the group behind him. “Where’s yn?”

Running a hand through his hair he responds, “uh, she had to go.” “Did something happen?” Yeonjun, still overwhelmed, replied, “look, she had to go alright? Let’s just leave.” They didn’t respond as they looked at each other and followed him out the exit.

The next two days were hell for Yeonjun. He couldn’t concentrate on anything. He’d mess up a new choreo, not being able to shake off his thoughts and feelings. He just had you in his mind. He would find himself smiling at nothing, remembering your laugh, your smile, the way you are as a person. With his elbows on his thighs and head in his hands, he feels himself tear up. Why were feelings so complicated? When he first met you, he didn’t feel anything but friendliness to you, he realized that, among the time that has passed by, he’d fallen for you too. He didn’t know what to do. It’d been forever since he’s had a partner, never even having one now as an idol. You liked him, and maybe he’s known for a while he liked you too, but chose to always leave it at the back of his mind and heart because he can’t accept it. He needs to talk to you.

You couldn’t help but groan as you woke up today, it’s been two days since you last talked to Yeonjun, and even though he keeps spamming you to talk to him, you’ve ignored him. You had told the rest of your group what happened, and even with all the name calling and insults, you couldn’t ignore the way you still cared for him. You were thinking about blocking him as well, but none of this was his fault, you were the idiot that fell for him first. You just needed time.

You got up, having to do hosting rehearsal today. As you got there, you were nervous, you didn’t want to face him.

Anytime Yeonjun would try to talk to you and it didn’t have to do with your lines or the show, you would ignore him. You didn’t look up at him unless it was needed for hosting, and your responses were short and blunt. He was trying his best, trying to crack through you, needing to talk to you. This went on for the next two weeks, and he wasn’t going to give up.

The fans had noticed the shift between you and Yeonjun, always leaving comments like “what’s with this cold energy between these two? Where’s the old tubaclipse friendship?” “Woah, something happened, everyone can tell.” It kind of scared you how spot on they were, not realizing they could tell you guys weren’t interacting the same way as before. You felt like you were disappointing them, but you still needed time to heal before going back to normal.

You slowly felt a little better, making a new friend from after the show. He was funny and silly, it felt like your relationship was more of a sister and brother kind. You found yourself hanging out a lot with him, even doing dances with him and uploading it to social media, the fans loving it. You would see the comments shipping you together, but it’d never be like that, Yeonjun was still in your heart and mind. Although talking to him less has helped a lot.

Everyone noticed how close you guys had gotten, having to give statements about not dating too many times now, and boy, did Yeonjun notice.

He seethed every time he saw anything with you two, hating the way his heart clenched in anger and heartbreak. There’s no way there was actually something going on with you two, right? You still wouldn’t answer his texts or calls, and you suddenly started hanging out with this tool? It was you two that had gotten random videos of you guys interacting uploaded first, and fans speculating if there was anything between you two first, it should be clips of you and Yeonjun hugging and laughing, not this guy. Realizing his thought process, Yeonjun had an epiphany on what he was feeling jealous of. Fan shipping videos? Wow.

He couldn’t ignore it now, he liked you. He’s still thinking about you everyday, making all his captions to you, hoping you catch on, posting things he thinks you might like. He’s head over heels for you, and he’s ready. He can finally tell you sincerely instead of lying straight through his teeth, like he did on that carousel.

Today was the last day of mc-ing together, and Yeonjun was set on getting things right. “Yn.” No response from you, as usual. Sighing, he tells you, “Look, they told me we have to attend an important meeting about us as mc’s in the rehearsal office room after the show is over, I’m not sure if they told you but I’m just reminding you.” You nod, “okay.” You soften a little and decide to let go of your bitter feelings towards him for today, wanting to end things on a good note. Mc-ing in the long run was fun, especially because of him.

“Hello everyone, it’s your super awesome mc yn! Today will mark the last day of me and Yeonjunnie mc-ing, so please don’t be too sad! We all know we’re everyone’s favorites.” Yeonjun’s surprised at your character today, feeling that it’s way more genuine than it has been since you confessed. He liked the way you said a nickname for him, so he decided he would say yours as well. “Yes it’s true ynie, but don’t be too sad, we’ll always be close friends right?” You tried not to falter as your brain thought of everything that has happened. You’ve been an asshole to him. Not letting it show in your face, and continuing to smile, you happily reply “Yup! tubaclipse friendship forever!”

You make a heart as Yeonjun completes it. You suddenly feel the way you did when you first met him, his warm hand against yours, and you’re blushing again. Yeonjun stares at you for a little too long before you signal him with your eyes to continue, and he realizes, reciting the rest of his lines. You guys continue the show like normal, having fun like when you had first started.

It was over, your days as mc’s were done. You felt sad, almost wanting to cry, you won’t see him regularly anymore. You realize how you’ve been acting towards him and that he deserves an apology. You enter the room where you guys had first met, and to your surprise, only Yeonjun is in it.

“Yeonjun? Where’s everyone else?” He suddenly stands up from the chair, walking to you, “oh. They said there was an emergency with the stage but they’ll be here soon.” You try not to look at him as you shift nervously. “Oh..okay. Um, Yeonjun,” you look down your feet, seeing his across from them, “I..I wanted to say I’m sorry.” He looks confused. “Sorry? Sorry for what?” It’s like dejavú, except it’s him asking what the other is sorry for this time. “I shouldn’t have acted the way I have towards you. It’s not your fault. I’m okay with it, I just want to continue being friends. I hope you’ll forgive me.” He smiles softly at you as he brings you in for a hug, hugging you tightly. You hug him back weakly as you feel tears rolling down your face. You almost lost him being in your life, you were so close to losing him.

Yeonjun decided enough was enough. He sees your tear stained face as he wipes them away with his thumb “hey,” you giggle as you respond “hi.” He looks at you before speaking, “I have something to tell you too.”

You feel your heart tearing apart like it did when you confessed. This is the moment he tells me he has a girlfriend or something, you think. “I..” he looks shy, “I kind of like you too.” You stare at him with a blank face. “What?” He looks away, covering his mouth with his hands, blushing, “okay, look I really like you.” You stand there like a doll, unable to process this info. Yeonjun, starting to get worried now, thinks you might be acting like this because you don’t feel the same way anymore. “Fuck. You really are with that new guy you keep hanging around with, fuck. I’m too late. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you sooner but I was just too scared. When you told me during the carousel ride I was more happy than you could ever know but I didn’t know how t-“ finally processing what you just heard, you kiss him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, as you feel your lips against his soft and plush ones. He smiles against you, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning in deeper into the kiss. He felt like he was on cloud 9, as if everything that led up to this moment was to prepare him for this feeling you guys were experiencing. It was perfect. You separated from him, needing to catch your breath. “I’m crazy about you. I have been for a while now. I’m glad you’re in my life.” Yeonjun could almost cry. He was glad. He didn’t want to let go of you, holding whatever part of you he could as you stand in front of him. He’s back to peppering your face in kisses, feeling so glad and happy, as you giggle, you ask him when the staff is coming in. He finally stops, answering you. “I made that up. I’m sorry! I had to get you alone with me somehow and I couldn’t think of anything else. Sorry. It was also kind of your fault because why would you believe they want to talk to us about our mc-ing when we’re done with this job.” You laugh at the fact that it’s true, “I was too distracted in thinking of you to think of that.” He smiled, blushing and giggling, embarrassed like a schoolgirl.

Ever since then, you guys became inseparable, spending as much time with each other as you could. You see that some fans were catching on, while others were in denial and tried to argue against it. It didn’t really matter to you, you were just happy you were with Yeonjun.

It’s been some time since you guys had started dating, and you and Yeonjun decided to head to his dorm, wanting to hang out after not seeing each other for some days. You guys enter his dorm kissing, not realizing Taehyun was on the couch, watching with his mouth open in shock.

“Hey Taehyun,” you giggle, embarrassed. He shakes his head as he walks towards you guys, “please, don’t make a lot of sound, we have a busy schedule tomorrow. And um, use protection.” You blush, “Oh, but that’s not-“ you stutter, “we-we’re just gonna han-“ He refuses to listen as he walks away to enter his room.

Yeonjun is laughing at this, and you slightly swat his arm. He gives you a kiss to your temple as he whispers, “let’s go watch a movie in my room.” You tell him okay as you both walk towards it. As soon as you enter, Yeonjun starts kissing you softly, hands on your face as he connects your lips.

You look up at him, “Yeonjun, I’m ready.” You were scared to tell Yeonjun later on in the relationship that you were a virgin, you guys being the same age. You’ve done other things, but having sex wasn’t one of them. He was understanding and you were glad you found someone you really wanted to experience it with for the first time.

He scans your face to see if you were serious, “are you sure? We can always wait, you know, I don’t have a problem with that.” You run your hand on the side of his head, rustling through his dark hair. “I want this. I also want you to be my first.” He swallows thickly as he nods his head, “okay.”

You’re now on the bed as Yeonjun slowly removes his shirt and pants, looking at you with kind eyes, being only left in his boxers. You prop yourself up on your elbows as he gets closer to you, looking up at him and then down at his pretty mouth, suddenly feeling his mouth against yours. You close your eyes as you feel your heart beat faster, excited for what’s to come. You feel his hand on the back of your head, softly grabbing your hair as you deepen the kiss. He removes his hand from your head, using the other one for balance, as he slowly reaches down to remove your pretty pink blouse. You sit up and lift your hands, feeling the fabric dragging against your arms as he takes it off. He breathes in, looking at your face, “you’re sure?” You smile at him, “yes Jjunie.” He softly smiles as he starts kissing your neck, giving you love bites and caressing the skin with his tongue.

You’re laying down now, putting your hand over your mouth as you remember the guys are home and you don’t want to make any loud noises. Yeonjun slowly travels his mouth down to your shoulders, giving your skin soft kisses as he does so. He reaches out to the back of you, fumbling with your bra as he removes it. You’re shy now, covering your face with your hands as you feel his own remove them. “Don’t be shy baby,” he says as he holds eye contact, “you know, everything about you is beautiful,” suddenly latching his mouth onto one of your nipples. Your chest thrusts up at the feeling, something you’ve never felt before. You liked it. You moan against your hand that you had placed on your mouth again, still not wanting to make any noise. You’re both still holding eye contact until he lets go, kissing you again.

“Wait.”

You’re confused as he gets up, watching as he takes something out of his cabinet. You realize he might just be looking for a condom. To no one’s surprise, he does bring one back, although looking a little embarrassed. He places it on the bedside table, but there’s also something else he brought with him. He opens his hand to show you and you gasp, as you remember the barrette you took off and left at the table. Finally remembering it after so long.

“You’ve had it this entire time?” you ask him. He nods, “yeah, I was going to give it to you about a month after we met because I finally found it again, but for some reason I couldn’t part with it. Maybe it was around the time I started developing feelings for you? It’s like you were always with me, it kind of became a good luck charm to me, I always carry it with me when I’m nervous about something important.”

He unsnaps the pink flower accessory as he puts it in your hair, snapping it into place on the side of your head. “This is an important event of my life I’m nervous about. I want it to go well. I want this to be special. I love you.” You were speechless, only three simple words left your mouth.

“I love you.”

Yeonjun gives you one more passionate kiss, as he roams his hands around your naked upper body, one of his hands reaching lower. You whimper at the feeling you get from his finger pressing against your cunt from under your skirt, wanting to grind down on it. You place your hands on his shoulders as he presses down harder, Yeonjun nipping at your ears. He’s kissing you while removing your skirt, shaky hands pulling down the zipper on the side of it.

Finally off, he moves downwards until his face is close to your clothed cunt, thumb now on your clit. By this time you’re breathing heavily, seeing how he’s getting closer to you. He stares at you as you feel his hot mouth on your clit from over the fabric, feeling the wetness coming from his mouth seep through. You let out a quiet whimper as you grab his hair, biting your lip as you watch him.

Yeonjun’s having a field day with this. He likes the way you react to him, the way you look and sound. You look so pretty and he just wants to make you feel good. His mouth is still on your cunt, until he finally removes himself to take off your underwear. He looks at you, in a way asking if this was okay. You nod, and your panties are off. He stares at you, taking in how breathtaking you are. “Yn you’re so beautiful, I’m so lucky.” You close your thighs together at this, whining against your hand from his words.

“Love you Jjunie,” you whisper to him. He smiles as he lowers himself again, this time feeling his mouth against your skin, almost moaning loudly at the feeling. You feel the way his tongue is on your clit and then travels to your slit, prodding at the hole as you grab his hair. “So pretty,” he whispers. His face is a mess, it’s shiny with your arousal on his chin and the tip of his nose, and he’s kneading your thighs with his hands as he eats you out. “Never want to stop yn, you taste so good.” All you can do is let out soft whines and moans and shake softly as you feel yourself get closer to coming.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you were so close to reaching your orgasm but you wanted it to come when he was in you. “Jjunie, I want you, please.” He’s still making out with your cunt, until you’re begging him, “please, please, please.” He finally lets you go, getting up and kissing you. You taste yourself on him as you kiss him, leaning into his touch. You see the way his boxers have a wet area where his tip is, and you want them off of him. “Take them off Yeonjun.” He does as he’s told as he gets up to remove them, finally letting his length free. You gasp at the sight of it, rubbing your thighs together. Yoenjun doesn’t miss the way you do. He’s on top of you now, his forearms next to your head as he looks at you, smiling. “I love you.” You giggle as you reach your head up to kiss him, seemingly never getting enough of him.

“Now Yeonjun. I need you.”

He thickly swallows. “Okay.”

He grabs the condom from the table and rips it open, when you stop him. “Is there something wrong baby?” he asks you. “Can I do it?” He nods, and with shaky hands, you slowly roll the condom over his dick, seeing the way his body jumps and his toned stomach tenses when it feels your hand touching his dick.

He gives you a kiss on the forehead as you guys position yourselves again. His forearms are on the side of you again, until he removes one hand and he uses it to guide his dick, rubbing it against your cunt once, twice, three times before finally feeling his head against your slit. You get on your elbows again, wanting to see. He slowly pushes the tip of his head in, and you whimper at the feeling. He’s now on his knees, one hand guiding himself in you, and another caressing your hair. He shakily breathes out, “I’m sorry, I know it hurts. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You shake your head no, you want to and you’re ready. You feel the stretch and the pain that comes with it, furrowing your brows at the feeling. You put one of your hands on his, signaling him to stop and he does. You feel tears on your eyes as you close them, and Yeonjun’s kissing your face, kissing away any tears that leave your eyes. Your heart is full when you’re with him. Shakily, you tell him, “Okay, you can continue.” He slowly does, and you see the way he seems to disappear into you, finally bottoming out. Yeonjun stills as he lightly moans, feeling your soft walls tight around him. You wait for a while until the pain slowly fades away, and you tell him it’s okay to move.

His forehead is against yours as he looks into your eyes, slowly moving. You feel the way he’s inside you, soft pain slowly turning into pleasure as you start panting from the feeling. You’re both messes now, kissing each other messily as he very slowly moves in you, and you feel everything. Your hands are hanging tightly onto his bedsheets, and you move one hand to your mouth to stop you from making the loud sounds that are starting to spill out of you. You’re basically crying now from the pleasure, and Yeonjun’s panting against your ear and telling you sweet things, switching from snuggling his face into your neck and staring at you while whining and moaning softly. “So perfect, I love you, I love you yn.”

You feel the knot in you about to snap, and you start clenching more around Yeonjun, and two slow thrusts later, you’re coming around his dick, hands reaching around his back, scratching at his skin as you roll your head back, eyes and mouth open as you feel your body shake and Yeonjun kissing the corner of your mouth. Still moaning, the only words that leave your lips as your mind goes blank, “l-love you so much Jjunie.” While still riding out your wave, you feel the way Yeonjun also starts cumming, open mouth moaning against your jawline, eyebrows furrowed as he tightly closes his eyes, your name spilling out from his lips.

It’s been a little while since you guys finished, having cleaned up and snuggling now. You’re still both panting slightly as you guys are wrapped up in one another. Warm bodies touching each other, holding hands. Yeonjun has his head on top of yours, his free hand playing with your hair and occasionally your barrette.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You dig your face into his chest, blushing, “you know for what.” He giggles as he gives you a kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you too. Have I told you I love you?” You giggle against his chest, hearing the way his heart beats for you.

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