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icequeenbae · 3 years

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Stay with Me (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Long-distance relationship, established relationship, grumpy Baek, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, upset sex (is there such a thing), oral (f receiving), consent is not explicitly stated but implied

Word Count: ~2.6k

Summary: Baekhyun was upset because you had to leave again. His frustration made things escalate to an unexpected extent. He might’ve just wanted to make you late for the plane though.

Let’s celebrate my first ‘writing comeback’ anniversary together ❤❤❤ [February 17, 2020 – forever]

Author’s Note: Soooo… This was actually the first fic I wrote after many years of my writer’s coma. Wasn’t going to post it, but it’s important to save the date. A year ago during a business trip I was listening to Baekhyun’s ‘Stay Up’ in the backseat of a cab, and it suddenly got to me in a very new and profound way. As soon as I got to the hotel, the doc was created. Countless sleepless nights later, I can admit that I haven’t really stopped writing ever since.

Baekhyun isn’t just my bias or my favourite character to write, he’s so much more special to me than that. I’m not sure how long this journey is going to last or where it leads me, but so far he’s gifted me with one full year of this magic. He’ll always have a precious spot in my heart 🤍

Okay, done with the sappy times now (no). As usual – big thanks to @baekshoney for having a look, and I hope you guys enjoy this little oneshot!

This was one of those days. One of the days you hated, and Baekhyun didn’t do much to make it better for you. On the contrary, he was sulking since early morning. First, because you’d left him alone in bed and he woke up being cold. Then he just kept getting annoyed with everything. Why were you having coffee for breakfast again, when you should sleep on the plane? Why weren’t you packing snacks, when the airport food always made your stomach upset? You should’ve definitely worn one of his hoodies, since none of yours were warm and comfy enough, did he have to remind you?

Yes, this was the day you had to fly back home, leaving him behind once again. Which was exactly what brought his tsundere ways to the surface. He was just… upset.

‘Baby, it’s not the first time I’m going home, I’ll be fine,’ you grinned at his grumpy expression and poured him a cup of coffee as soon as he sat his butt down on the kitchen stool.

Baekhyun wasn’t exactly subtle in how he felt about you going away. The two of you had been doing this ‘long-distance thing’ since the very beginning of your relationship. You’d met during your first ever trip to Korea around two years ago and instantly clicked – just like that – not spending a single day without at least a quick message exchange with one another.

It was tough at times. There was no way for you to see each other more frequently, and you were often apart for months. Granted, you were keeping in touch religiously – texting every single day, having video calls every other night (whenever you could manage the schedules and time zones), posting ambiguous pictures on social media only for each other to understand. Still, you missed each other so terribly…

‘I don’t understand why you have to go anyway, you can just stay here with me,’ Baekhyun grumbled, eyeing the kitchen floor with a frown. You pursed your lips to contain the coo about to fly out of your mouth at how cute he was, pouting and complaining. Like an angry little bird. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out your hand and ruffled his already messy bedroom hair.

The way his nose scrunched up meant he wasn't in the mood to be playful. You sighed and leaned on the corner of the kitchen table.

‘You know I have work to get back to, Bae, I can’t be on vacation all year long.’

He was being rather childish about your departure, especially when you were already fully dressed and ready to go. The only thing stalling you was that Chanyeol, who insisted on being your ride to the airport today, hadn’t come to pick you up just yet, giving you some time to smooth over your boyfriend’s feathers.

Truth be told, you were only holding up the appearances for him. It was very possible that you were even more upset about having to go than he was. In fact, every time your week or two together were nearing an end, you felt nauseous at the thought that you wouldn’t be able to see his face, or hold his hand, or feel his warm breath on your skin, or kiss the tiny mole on his cheek.

In all honesty, you were... a mess. You only displayed yourself as calm and collected during your goodbyes because you knew his moodiness was merely a tactic to conceal his pain. So, you tucked your own feelings away to make it a bit more manageable for him. In reality, you broke down as soon as you arrived home and walked into your lifeless apartment. Each time, you had to find excuses and avoid talking to him via video messengers during those initial weeks, pretending to suddenly be swamped at work. You realized that seeing your eyes all red and puffy from crying every night would most definitely break his heart and worsen his longing. That you knew, because seeing him unhappy was excruciating. You wanted more than anything to deliver him from any further suffering.

It took all of your self-restraint not to reach out for his warm embrace or let the tears flow freely. He’d probably not let you go then, always telling you to just stay with him anyways. But you were both adults and had commitments, although hundreds and thousands of miles apart.

As your eyes were beginning to prick from observing his state and getting overwhelmed with your own feelings, you decided it was safer to move out ten minutes early, despite the call from Yeol not coming through yet. Anything to not let Baekhyun see you cry or cling to him desperately the way you wished to in that moment.

‘Well, you can pout all you want, I’m going to get my stuff,’ you said in an airy tone trying to elevate his mood slightly.

‘No.’

He stopped you in your tracks, grabbing your wrist. You gazed at him, confused as to what he meant. He was still looking down, eyebrows knitted together and chest heaving with almost anxious breaths.

‘Bae?’

‘No,’ he repeated, softer this time, but still not making eye contact with you. Instead, he tugged at your wrist and pulled you closer to him. You felt his grasp weaken until your wrist was free, however, your waist was not. His arms snaked around it, and he pulled you into himself, basically nuzzling his face into your chest.

‘Baekhyun?’ You squeaked, doing your best to fight off the goosebumps that littered your skin immediately after the contact. Your body never once asked for permission to react to him, and this time was no exception. His right hand traveled down your spine to the curve of your ass as his nose nudged one of your breasts. You shivered, grabbing at his shoulders, and he suddenly growled, knowing, sensing that your nipples had already perked up underneath the fabric of your bra.

Although he was trying to put you into one of his many oversized hoodies all the time, it was summer, so you were wearing a sundress (like any sane person would). Lucky for Baekhyun, this type of clothing made it even easier for him.

He rose from his seat and hoisted you up so abruptly that you only managed to yelp and grab at his neck for balance. You were then placed on the empty side of the dining table away from the leftover breakfast. Looking down at where your boyfriend’s hands were, you watched him frantically pull your dress up, before coming to your senses and trying to stop him.

‘Bae… What are you doing? Yeol is gonna be here any minute, we can’t just f…ugh!’ You cried out in surprise as he yanked your hips forcefully up to his face, completely ignoring your words. There’s no way he was going to...

‘Baekhyunie, please stop, you know I’m going to be late, what is…’ He didn’t even let you finish your rant, leaving a trail of insistent wet kisses upon the sensitive skin along the panty line while leading up to your protruding hip bone. Breath caught up in your throat, you couldn’t get the rest of the sentence out even if you wanted to. Did you really want to? With his head right there between your thighs, his dark burning eyes looking at you – completely immobilized by him – in the most intense and intimate way possible. His lips were glistening after he ran his tongue over them habitually, and when he leaned in and licked at your still clothed center, you belatedly realized that you weren’t even breathing. The realization only came with the wheezing gasp you’d let out, when your legs wrapped around his head as if on cue. Like fuel to the fire, your responsiveness only spurred him on. You didn’t even have time to realize that your boyfriend had already moved your panties out of the way when his impatient lips were on you again.

‘B- Baekhyun…’ You muttered, reaching your hand down to give pushing his head away a feeble try. ‘We can’t do this now, please stop... the airport…’

His ears seemed deaf to your reluctant pleas as he only employed more of his tongue to make you lose the last bits of your sober mind completely, melting and thrashing underneath his touch. He eased one of your thighs off of his shoulder, pushing it up and spreading you out before diving back in, paying no attention to your increasingly disheveled state.

At this point you could only sob, speech incoherent, all attempts to push him away or close your legs futile. And that alone made him grow feverish with the need to be inside you, to feel you once again before he had to let you go.

He was really good with his mouth, as usual, so by the time one of his hands left your thigh to tease you a little further with his long deft fingers you were so ready to take more that you barely registered the burn of two digits sliding inside. You were still a little sore from the night before, which you’d spent making love for hours on end, knowing that you won’t be touching each other anytime soon. But that was meaningless now.

His tongue expertly swirled around your clit, while his wrist found a familiar angle that always made you get vocal. Your back arched instantly as you cried out his name, barely grasping that you were still tugging at his soft locks and possibly causing discomfort. It was clear that your release was mere seconds away with your legs shaking and inner muscles clenching, and that was exactly where Baekhyun wanted you. Aching for his touch, needing him as much as he needed you. Just the two of you, caught up in the act of lustful desperation.

He’d worked his tongue diligently, almost pushing you over the edge by sucking on your most sensitive spot for just a second, and... then you suddenly felt him pull away.

‘No, no- what?’ You could barely form sentences, let alone complain, but your frenzied tone made his already rock-hard flesh twitch. His pants were down in seconds, and there wasn’t even a thought of pausing to get a condom on or cool off a little bit. You were both on the verge of getting overwhelmed by this passionate longing when... your phone suddenly lit up, indicating an incoming call. Before you could snap out of the moment you were having, Baekhyun had you flat on your back, all slick and ready for him to push inside. And that he did — in one quick and rough movement, filling you up and giving you no time to even make a sound before his hips tested you out with a couple of low amplitude thrusts. The table moved slightly, soft clanking of tableware falling on deaf ears. Meanwhile, Baekhyun grabbed onto your hips, lifting your ass in the air for more control over the penetration.

‘Baek, I swear… You have like 2 minutes before Chan-’ A vicious thrust reached further than before, definitely getting your friend’s name out of your mind for good. And anything else for that matter.

Baekhyun snapped his hips as if he wanted to get as deep as humanly possible, as if he wanted to literally ruin you, and you could only scratch at his forearm while losing yourself in the feeling of his hips colliding with yours and the delectable sounds the action produced.

‘Baby,’ Baekhyun suddenly breathed out hoarsely, eyebrows knitted together as if in pain, ‘I can’t hold it off-’

Hearing his voice so strenuous and somehow vulnerable, you threw your head back and closed your eyes, spreading your legs further apart to allow him to better angle his powerful thrusts.

Your limbs were starting to grow numb and the veins on your neck popped when you moaned, and that’s when Baekhyun let out a strained ‘ah’, holding you in place by the hips to give you his erratic final thrusts.

In that moment you felt like something snapped inside you. Your core was tight around your lover’s cock, your body shaking in pre-orgasmic bliss, and you’d never experienced it this way. You felt so full and content in this moment when he was still moving his hips and groaning stiffly above you, riding out his high. There was nothing else he needed to do to take you along. The sensation of his warmth inside you made you pulsate, wailing so loudly that Baekhyun had to cover your mouth with his palm. He kept going for a bit to prolong your orgasm and let you slowly come back to your senses.

Your eyes stared vacantly at the kitchen ceiling and your throat was dry, although Baekhyun’s hand was still clasped over your mouth. When both of you managed to catch your breath, you just gazed at each other for a few long moments. You were so spent that you couldn’t even read the semi-blank expression on his face. He slowly slipped his palm off of your face, still hovering over your body.

‘Baekhyunie…’ You murmured, touching his cheek gently. He was usually lowkey annoyed whenever you went on to kiss the little mole on his face instead of his lips. This time, however, he only lowered his head further to let you do your thing. You pressed your lips to the tiny dot on his skin, leaning back onto the table to find his eyes with your own.

‘I love you,’ he suddenly whispered in a broken voice, then cleared his throat and started over. ‘I really want you to stay with me.’

It was… bittersweet.

You winced, feeling him pull out, and accepted his help sitting up. Holding your boyfriend close by the shirt, you nudged his nose with yours and looked up to his sad dejected eyes.

‘I know, Bae,’ your voice sounded as uplifting as you could manage. ‘I will find a way to come see you on tour in the next couple of months, I promise.’

Baekhyun was about to say something else if not for the sudden ring of his phone that made both of you snap out of your tiny little world.

‘Dang, I bet it’s Yeol. Pick up!’ You pushed your boyfriend towards the phone and eased down from the table, grabbing the tissues to clean up quickly.

‘Yes,’ Baekhyun responded.

‘Are you two fucking?!’ Your nose scrunched up at Chanyeol’s vulgar shout.

‘Yes?’ At this you paused and smacked Baekhyun’s pec for the shameless (yet truthful) response. ‘Whoa- feisty. Chanyeol-ah, better hang up before you hear her- Ow!’ He raised an arm to defend himself from your playful hits.

‘You realize that if you do not come down in ten you’re most likely missing the flight?’ You heard Chanyeol reply after a frustrated sigh.

‘Not a problem for m-’ Baekhyun was interrupted by your yell.

‘We’re gonna be down in ten, please check the fastest routes to the airport, Yeolie!’

You ran out of the kitchen barely catching Baekhyun’s grumbling as he repeated after you.

‘Yeolie. Why the hell does she even call you that. It’s not like you- What? Shut up, you bastard!’

You smiled to yourself. At least his friends knew how and when to mess with him. If you weren’t there… They got him. He'd be okay. And with that you were happy for now.

A/N:This piece was my reintroduction to writing, and I’d love to hear any type of comments you have^^ Thank you guys for all the interaction and amazing responses so far, I cherish each and every one of them. You're the best <3

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taegularities · 2 years

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Hiiiiiii you know I want a Drabble for the discussion between OC and JK about her spending time with Tae alone since in part one she didn’t want to do that and she wanted JK with her. ☺️☺️

💖harrow

(I don’t know if this msg makes sense. this day of training is horrid)

HI HARROW. thank you so much for sending this innnn! and don't worry, it makes sense. i hope you got to rest tons and that your night was better 🥺

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pairing: Jungkook x reader (x Taehyung) fic: ruin you wc: 720 warnings: nothing. it's unedited cos i'm sleepy, that might be a warning :) hope it all makes sense !!

ask my characters/request a drabble how and what you can request <3

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Standing in front of the mirror, you regard your appearance one last time.

Hands smooth the material of your dress, the heat of the summer warming your cheeks and the breeze playing with your hair. Through the open window, you hear the liveliness of your city; something about today makes you feel elated.

As if you’re in Venice, staring at the peaceful water of the Canal Grande.

“Going out?”

Jungkook’s voice chimes behind you as he steps into the living room, a towel resting on his shoulders as his wet hair falls to the side. He looks beautiful, starting the day fresh, his torso bare and his bicep flexing.

“Yeah,” you tell him, fiddling with the straps of your dress as you turn around to him. “In a bit.”

“Cool, cool. I could work a bit on this painting I started last month then.”

“Don’t say it like I was keeping you from doing so.”

“You were, though,” he says, taking a seat on the arm of the couch before you inch closer and occupy his lap. “See. That’s exactly how.”

You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around him. He leans in to press a tender kiss on your bare neck, and then pulls back to ask, “Where’re you going?”

“Oh, just to the café. Tae asked me to keep him company since he was gonna go there today anyway.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise. He doesn’t think you’ve ever been with Taehyung alone in a room when you didn’t have to; that you’re going for coffee and dessert with him so suddenly surprises him more than it should. Not that it’s a bad thing.

“Tae?” He tilts his head, intertwining the fingers of his hands where they rest on your hip. “How come?”

You hum for a moment, pouting as you look out of the window and onto the busy street. For a moment, an excited puppy catches your attention, but then you look at your boyfriend again, clarifying, “Tae feels more like a friend to me now than anything else. And he’s important to you… it’d just be fair for me to find a friend in him, too.”

“Right,” Jungkook says, his voice free of jealousy or hurt as he shrugs, “no, I just figured you wouldn’t wanna be alone with him since you insisted on never being without him when I’m not there. So.”

“We were talking about sex back then, though. And the suggestion was hella weird to me at first.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” he defends, his smile so sweet that you bury your face in his neck slowly, “I for one am happy that you guys are getting closer. Since you’re both important to me… I want you to get along.”

You nod against his neck, sighing in relief as you bask in the scent of his shampoo and aftershave. Despite the topic at hand, your mind circles around his half-naked body and the burning skin, fingers running along the lines of his muscles.

As you place a loving kiss on his skin, lips touching the mole on his neck, you feel goosebumps arise on his body bit by bit; your body grows eager and ready, but before you can act, he interrupts your senses and thoughts as he tells you, “I know it’s a weird thing to say, but I wouldn’t hate you two for being intimate without me either. Because that’s–”

“Huh.”

“What? His dick has touched you already. Multiple times. And before we agreed to this threesome, my initial suggestion was for you to do this with him alone.”

Crazy.

“How does that not bother you at all?” you question, repeating the thoughts that have been occupying your mind since Jungkook uttered the Taehyung-offer. “You’re my boyfriend.”

“That I am. And that’s why it doesn’t bother me,” Jungkook argues, a palm shifting to your ass and settling there softly, “because as long as Tae doesn’t try anything more with you, he and you and I, we all know where our place is. And I trust you.”

“Well, I do promise I won’t touch him like that without your permission.”

“Good,” he says as you lift your face again, pecking your cheek again gently, “then I got nothing to worry about.”

Jungkook doesn’t know just yet how stupid this mistake truly is.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Cold Hearted ( But I still want it)

Taehyung x Oc

Organized Crime AU !

Violence, Sexually Explicit Content, abusive undertones.

Unhealthy relationships.

“I’m meeting Jimin at that club in Itaewon for lunch. The new one. Keep the Aston Martin ready. I’ll drive myself.” Taehyung’s deep voice echoed through the room and his deputy hastened to acknowledge the order, a curt nod and quick phone call soon after.

I glanced at my husband, expectant.

“Take me with you.” I whispered, soft because he hated it when I raised my voice.

He didn’t reply.

At least not to me.

“Just me. My lovely wife will be dining by herself in her room . Maybe then, she’ll remember what happens when she blatantly disobeys me. ” He barely spared me a glance and i clenched my fists.

I hadn’t gotten out of this god forsaken place in a month. I felt stir-crazy and trapped. It was a punishment, a way he controlled me and i hated it but I also hated myself for giving him a reason to punish me.

It had been a reckless act of rebellion, done in a moment of frustrated anger and i had regretted it almost at once.

I’d been upset because Taehyung had been ignoring me for work. i had missed him. Missed being in his arms, missed lounging around his office. Sitting on his lap while he held meetings in the large conference rooms.

A quick kiss with some stranger in a pub was all it was supposed to be. Just to remind my husband what he was missing out on.

But the idiot hadn’t taken no for an answer, had tried to push me into a bathroom stall and Taehyung had found me like that, screaming my head off with some drunk off his ass idiot trying to yank my dress up.

It hadn’t ended prettily.

The man had begged for forgiveness and so had I.

But Taehyung wasn’t one to forgive and now, thanks to my impulsive act, a man lay dead at the bottom of the Han and i was locked in this house for a month.

The bruises from that night, when he’d tied me up to the bed and fucked me so hard I cried, still decorated my thighs and hips.

But apparently, it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t done punishing me yet.

The resentment was all consuming.

The simmering hurt, that feeling of being considered worthless, of being seen as a fucking toy... of being looked at like I didn’t deserve his attention..it always swelled and swelled till I snapped.

And then he would punish me for doing exactly what he had wanted me to do.....right until I snapped again . it was a vicious cycle.

how dare he. How fucking dare he.

I stared down at the man kneeling in front of me, his gaze dripping with lust as he carefully rubbed liniment on my feet, fingers soft and gentle as he massaged the balls of my feet. His touches were reverent and worshipful almost, like he’s touching something valuable.

He also looked like he wanted to stick my toes inside his mouth.

The pig.

I’d wanted to go out to get my hair done , a manicure and a pedicure. But Taehyung had shut that down. Apparently the lecherous fool on his knees before me owned some expensive salon in the city.

Taehyung was still angry, and apparently he had meant it when he said he wasn’t letting me out of the house till i learned a lesson.

I hated him. But I had only acted out because I loved him and missed him and it was confusing. Infuriating.

I grabbed the soft fur throw on the back of the couch and wrapped it around me.

I exhaled sharply, looking away to the side, where my husband sat behind his desk, long legs propped up and stretched out like a jaguar on one of the lavishly crafted tables, dressed in a white shirt and a black jacket.

The shirt was snow-white unlike the blood that stained his fingers. The same fingers that were wrapped around a gun, the bullets out, the safety on as he carefully ran the muzzle up and down his torso. The gun was pretty much a prop with him.

Kim Taehyung did not use guns.

He used his knife.

I was broken out of my thoughts when a finger traced up my ankle and up my shin, right to the inside of my knee. And then further up to my thigh .

The touch foreign and unwelcome made me jump.

“Leave. Get the fuck away from me.” I snarled as I pulled my leg away, no longer stomaching the man’s touch. He was being blatantly lewd in his touches and i didn’t want it.

Taehyung gave me a lazy look, clearly startled by my voice, breaking the stillness of early morning.

“That better not be directed at me, princess.”

I swallowed.

“No..I...he...” I pointed at the man on the floor who seemed to have suddenly realized what he had just done. He held his hands up, eyes blown wide with fear.

My husband looked to us, eyes landing on the man giving me a pedicure.

Taehyung smelled fear like a shark sensed blood in the water and I saw him straighten, eyes narrowed, body thrumming.

“Is something wrong?” His gaze shifted to mine and I didn’t miss the way his fingers fluttered to his waist, where his trusty dagger stayed holstered to his hip.

I swallowed.

It was seven in the fucking morning.

Way too early to see some poor bastard lose his entire hand for groping the wife of the biggest mob boss in South Korea.

“Nothing. I’m just tired of your sick little games! ” I snapped , syllables coated with anger and that’s bold even for me. Bold and reckless and possibly a little suicidal.

Lashing out at Taehyung in front of his sub-ordinates, acting out in front of his men. Its a big no no and I hate myself because surely, surely I’ve made things worse for myself.

Taehyung’s brow rose.

“Leave us. “ He said harshly.

The men in the room didn’t need to be told twice. I watched as they scurried out with a speed that was impressive. Icy dread washed over me as I drew my knees up to my chest, wrapped both arms around my legs and crawled back into the couch as he stood up so fast , the chair he was in went crashing to the wall.

Tongue sandpaper dry and eyes wide, I leaned back fully, staring at him as he slowly walked over, face still and serene and perfectly beautiful and altogether terrifying.

“I think... I’ve been going too easy on you, little one..” He said gently, tone softly lilting and I closed my eyes when he reached out, fingers closing around my jaw, squeezing hard.

“I’m sorry....” I blurted out , because futile though it was , apologizing, I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if I didn’t.

He hummed.

“Your father’s dead. “ He said casually.

My heart leapt up into my throat and I scrambled to get up but he held me down , pressing me into the couch with his weight as he began yanking on the buttons of my blouse.

“Taehyung!! Why?! “ I whimpered. “ You promised...you promised you wouldn’t kill him!” I sobbed when yanked the silk fabric off my body, leaving me naked from the waist up. He grabbed my arms, turning me over till I was face down over the armrest , breasts pressed into the rough fabric of the couch as he made quick work of the rest of my clothes.

Taehyung loved fucking me naked when he was fully clothed. It was his way of reminding just how different the two of us were.

“And i didn’t! “ He grunted, yanking my skirt and panties down with ease.” Jimin did, when your father tried to plant a mole in his drug team.”

I flinch when he gripped my thighs hard, spreading my legs.

And then it all happened too fast : the clink of his belt buckle , the pull of his zipper and then the hard length of him, pushing in, splitting me open as he bottomed out inside me.

Taehyung draped himself over me, every inch of him covering every inch of mine, the fabric of his silk shirt soft against my bare back and I flinched when he took the end of his tie, still knotted around his neck and stuffed it into my mouth, gagging me.

The harsh pull of his fingers in my hair left me reeling and I screamed, sound muffled by the thick wad of the fabric in my mouth .

He kept his grip on my hair taut, yanking my head back just enough to sink his teeth into the curve of my neck, knees braced on the couch as he fucked into me in controlled thrusts, each push of his hips rubbing my body raw.

“Know who’s taking over after your father?” He hissed, hand leaving my hair to wrap around my neck and squeeze.

I whimpered when he pressed in just a little harder, hips jerking forward with a vengeance, enough force to move the hardwood oak couch we were on. The same couch that had taken four people to carry in.

“Jeon Jungkook.” He snarled and I whimpered when his hands fumbled with his waist, my eyes going wide as I tilted my head, watched him grab the dagger out of its leather sheath.

Oh god...oh god no...

Was he going to kill me? Slit my throat?

Fear rendered me witless and I buked wildly, trying to throw him off but it was impossible . He was too damn heavy and too damn strong.

“Remember him? Your precious boyfriend? “ He sneered , licking the skin behind my ear, lewd and disgusting as he sucked a hickey on the sensitive skin. “ The wonderful young man you were supposed to marry? Kind, generous Jungkookie who was going to become a surgeon and rescue you from this cruel world of crime you were born into?? ”

I sobbed out at the sharp pang of hurt that lanced my heart. Long buried memories surfaced and I had to bite my lips to keep them down , to stop my mind from splintering into tiny broken pieces.

“Guess the lure of the darkness was too much for your little bunny after all.... He’s going to be a gangster. He’s going to be a murderer and a monster and the best thing...he’s going to be just ....like...me...” He hissed, and I shrieked, when brought the dagger down, slowly carefully, till the sharp edge of it rested right over the skin , just behind my ear.

I felt the touch of the knife edge on my skin and closed my eyes. The sting was sharp and excruciating and i closed my eyes in agony and although I couldn’t see it, I knew exactly what he was carving into my skin. The slanting lines, one and then another.

I felt the sharp pain of the cut on my neck, just as he pulled the dagger away, my head throbbing as I felt wetness bead over my neck and spill, staining scarlet the couch beneath my head.

“There. Now you wear my mark.” He whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “ And now you’ll wear me.”

He lifted himself up off me and before I could process what was happening he flipped me over, grabbing my leg and throwing it over his shoulder before fucking into me, hard and fast.

“He’s going to start a war, i hear. A war over you. He wants you back , my love and I find myself hating the thought of losing you...” He hissed, fingers playing with my nipples, tugging and pinching till my eyes watered.

I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head, pleasure blooming against my will and I whimpered when he pulled the tie out of my mouth, replacing it with his tongue.

Taehyung kissed me gently, a contrast to how he fucked into me and I felt myself unravel in his arms, body spasming as he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves at my entrance,.

“You’re mine little one ...” He whispered against my lips as I came , clenching down around his hardness, my breath loud and raspy and ruined. “ You’re mine and he can’t have you!!!”

I found myself breathless and choking as he chased his own pleasure, hips ruthless as he rammed into me and I dug my fingers into the couch, as he gripped my waist, hard enough to bruise .

He shuddered as he came, spilling into me in a sticky wet mess that made my thighs damp and I could only tremble like a leaf caught in a storm.

It took me a second to realize that he was fully clothed and I was naked.

I shook as he pulled up and away from me. Grabbing my clothes, I made to move but his fingers caught my wrists.

“No.” He said sharply, glaring at me .

I swallowed.

“Tae...”

“Drop that and come sit on me cock.”

I felt my eyes tear up in protest.

“Please, don’t...”

“Didn’t you fucking hear me.” He sat back on the couch and I watched as he casually stroked his dick again, still half hard.

Shaking, I moved to stand in front of him, letting him maneuver me till I was sitting on his lap, straddling his hips, the warm thickness of his cock slipping into my wetness with ease.

“Stay that way, “ He whispered, pulling me closer till I lay on his chest, cheeks pressed against the fabric of his shirt.

I gripped his shirt on the sides, fingers and legs trembling. He threw the fur throw on the both of us, covering my body from just below my shoulder blades.

“Is he here?” He called out suddenly and I stiffened.

Who?

“He’s here sir.”

“Send him up.”

I felt my entire body go stiff.

No. No.

“If you fucking move, the love of your life will leave this room in a body bag.” Taehyung whispered softly.

I sobbed.

After a three whole years , this wasn’t how i wanted to see him.

Footsteps behind me and then the sharp , sharp intake of breath.

“Taehyung.”

Jungkook’s voice rang through the room and I closed my eyes.

“Jungkook-ah..... Such a pleasure. Please excuse my wife, she’s still a little exhausted from.... stuff.” He chuckled. “ Sit down . What can I do for you?”

“She’s bleeding.” Jungkook’s voice was shaking.

I startled.

Taehyung hummed, thoughtful.

He ran his fingers over the cut behind my ear, gently and i winced .

“This? Just a way to remind her ....and everyone else...that she’s mine.” Taehyung smiled.

Jungkook’s chuckle was so familiar and so soft and I fought the urge to turn around and look at him. I couldn’t If I did. If I saw his face I would break down entirely.

“Nothing is permanent hyung. Not in our world. What’s yours today can be mine tomorrow. Isn’t that how it works? .”

Taehyung stiffened, gripping me harder around the waist.

“You’re being rude, jagiya . Greet our guests.” Taehyung hissed, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to turn around and I sobbed out in shock, scrambling for the fur throw as it fell off my body, clutching it to my breasts as I stared at Jungkook.

He looked devastated , eyes pained and brimming with hurt for one second before going obsidian with rage.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you for this, Taehyung. " Jungkook swore. “ I’m going to tear you limb from limb, bury you six feet under and piss on your fucking grave, you son of a whoring bitch,.”

Taehyung merely chuckled.

“I look forward to it , Jungkookie.” He said carelessly, hugging me closer. “ Now leave. I intend to enjoy the company of my wife. You should get one for yourself, doctor. They make perfect playthings. “

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Author’s note : Well... its a one shot but I hope you guys liked it !!

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Heatwave Anniversary Drabble: i miss u like ... a lot (M)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first! but this drabble can be read alone

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: One night until Taehyung is back from his boys’ trip but you miss him too much.

Genre: fluff, smut, kinda crack?, boyfriend/established relationship au

Warnings: unprotected sex (oc on contraception so don’t u do it), teasing over the phone, riding and grinding, just kinda vanilla i-missed-u-so-much sex, a particular selca

Word count: 5k

A/N: It was Heatwave’s one year anniversay on the 17th so I decided to write a quick(?) drabble for this. I fully intended on posting this on time, but wanted to change up some stuff so only managed to finish this now. Happy birthday to my first fic and forver my baby!

MOSTLY UNEDITED

The absolute one thing you hate most about your boyfriend being away from you is your boyfriend being away from you.

You have never been the clingy needy type, that is more his role in this relationship, nor are you really one to show affection. In fact, you would hate for that false image to be perceived of you because all that sappy shit makes you want to throw up your dinner. But one thing you’ve learnt since Taehyung had gone away on a week-long boys’ trip down by the coast is how cold the house feels in his absence, despite being in the middle of a sizzling summer.

Everything is so eerily quiet without his random outbursts into song and fits of laughter. Having spent 3 years living together, you have gotten so used to his constant presence that you had even caught yourself several times calling out for him only to remember that he isn’t here. Waking up without his arm draped around your waist, slided up your top at some point during the night, impacts you more than you’d like to admit.

Are you glad that he’s having a great time with his friends by the beach, relaxing all day and drinking all night? Of course. Are you having a great time all by yourself over here in the absence of your boyfriend? Certainly not.

Though, of course, this isn’t something you would confess to out loud, especially to him. He doesn’t need to know how often the thought: ugh fuck, I miss Tete is crossing your mind, lest you want him to rub his smugness in your face.

It isn’t just that. Your relationship hasn’t been without its tests in the course of its years and things have only finally stabilised. It’s not that you don’t trust Taehyung to be with his ladish friends for seven days, shirtless dusk till dawn, intoxicated to the point where he calls you thinking that you’re the pizza delivery guy but…

A hammered Taehyung at a beach full of girls who are no doubt thirsting over him leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You trust him to be loyal to his core, but you don’t trust anyone else to keep their hands from copping a feel. No matter how you look at it, you would just so much rather he be at home with you right now.

You have endured this for six days. Six full days without Taehyung. Six full days with no sex, no tummy kisses, no clammy hand holding even though you’re only to get groceries. Just one more night and this torture will fucking be over, praise the lord. But you also don’t know how much more you can hold back that I miss you text because you’re combusting from the need to see him again.

It’s almost 4am. Your sleep schedule is fucked and it’s really his fault.

The bright screen of your phone offers the only luminescence at this hour. Your messages from him in the past week have not been shy of your daily dose of Taehyung - clips of the beach (always mischievously caption with something along the lines of “thinking of Mykonos ;D” where you went on your first holiday together), selfies that you dwell way too long staring at because you miss that face buried in your neck, drunk videos of the antics him and the boys get up to that you’ll definitely chastise him for when he comes back yet can’t help but laugh at. You find yourself scrolling through them every single night.

Your personal favourite: a pouty selfie he sent you after he dropped his ice cream, the picture you always go back to and the one you’re staring at right now. His hair is frizzy from the sea, lips jutted out childishly and cheeks puffy. Your chest constricts, fuck...

Just one more night, you remind yourself. And then he’s back and all yours again.

Then suddenly, the phone in your hand vibrates, short and abrupt. The bar slides down from the top of your screen reading New Message from Tete. Surprised, you scramble to open it, maybe a bit too desperately for you to be proud of.

04:11

Tete: bby

You blink at those three letters, lips pressed together because your heart is cinching.

Tete: ur prob aslep rn but

Tete: i missu

Tete: <334

The typos indicate that he is wasted, and you take a guess that he has just returned from their last night out of the holiday. The corners of your lips turn up knowing that he is thinking of you right now.

You: no im awake

Your fingers are itching to reply with i miss u too, and it takes all your willpower and stubbornness to stay true to your steadfast self. There is just something so unpleasantly moist about these kinds of texts, something that makes you cringe and gag when you read them. You refuse to be one of those people. A heart is all that you allow yourself to reply.

You: <3

You: r u drunk?

Tete: drunk in love

Tete: yes

A giggle escapes you at his god awful cheesiness - drunk, sober alike. Insufferable. But probably Taehyung’s most endearing quality.

You: did u have fun!!

Tete: yeah

Tete: but i miss u

Tete: more than i had fun

God, you feel like a teenager again, suddenly overcome with this gushing urge to roll over and scream into your pillow. You’re glad he’s merely texting this to you right now because if he had said this to you face to face, your skin would most definitely stain scarlet from neck to hairline, scalding to the touch. Even months into officially being his girlfriend, these curveballs of overwhelming affection throw you off guard.

Again, the compulsion to tell him you miss him too yanks at your heartstrings. You truly don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to say how you feel, let yourself be soft and vulnerable. You know it’s one of your flaws so it’s something that you’re working on, but you can’t say you’ve made much progress.

But just as you decide that maybe you should take the plunge, suck it up and just text him those three words, he sends you a picture.

Tete:

No, not just a picture. A selfie, of him in bed, shirtless under the covers. “Oh, fuck…”

Hand clasped over your mouth to prevent any sound from involuntarily escaping, it takes a moment for your breath to return to you and for you to stop gawking. At this hour… Really? Is he seriously doing this to you right now?

His sleepy eyes. His messy curls. And his fucking nose mole.

The undoing of your existence.

Tete: this boy misses u :]

You: bruh

You: bruhhhhhhh

You: taehyung

Tete: oui my lady :))

You: 👁👄👁

You: can u not do this to my heart

You: y did u send me this </333

You: what was the reason

Tete: coz i miss u

Tete: do u like it

Tete: :D

‘Do u like it’... Actually, you have tears in your eyes, albeit mostly due to staring at a screen for too long so late at night, but it’s certainly contributed by this selfie. You tell yourself you’re acting out because it’s been six days since you last saw him. Perhaps Taehyung Withdrawal Symptoms is the explanation behind why you want to print and frame this picture because that is definitely not a normal reaction to a picture. But this is a masterpiece.

You: taehyung my soul left my body

You: like i could weep

You: u look so soft and fluffy

You: :’(

Tete: lollll

Tete: simp

This boy has some nerve?! Simp! He called you a simp?! Laughing like a maniac, you can’t even pretend to be mad at him, not after this picture he sent anyway. So you guess you are a simp. This selfie is your kryptonite.

Tete: jkjkkkkk

You: hahahaha

You: y r u doing this to me

You: its 4am

You: u can’t send me this rn

You: i won’t be able to sleep

Tete: o yeah how come ur still up?

Tete: go to sleepppp

You: can’t sleep

Tete: aw no whyyy

Because you miss him that’s why.

You miss Kim Taehyung. You miss Tete. You miss your boyfriend, your best friend, your other half. You miss his touch, his smile, his wide eyes when he’s confused. You miss his morning snuggles and late night kisses. You miss the way he hugs you from behind as you prepare your meals. You miss the wandering hands that he can’t help when you’re out in public. You miss playing PUBG together until the sun comes out then both sleeping past noon. You miss taking baths together where bubbles would get into your mouth as your kisses get heated.

You just miss him.

It’s only been six days and you’re in this state. What has he done to you?

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you let out a great sigh and deflate. No other reason offers itself for you to be awake at this hour; he knows you cherish sleep above anything. Teeth digging into your lip, you inhale long and hard, then exhale the gust of your cowardice. It’s not that deep, stupid. Fuck it.

You: coz

You: i miss u

You: like … a lot

You: 🙄

It’s final - you guess you’ve become a mushy wet sap. Truly it is embarrassing how big of a step this is for you; but the sense of pride and accomplishment feels oddly validating. Baby steps. The eye-rolling emoji right after is subconscious because you could only betray the core of your character that much. Forgo it and taehyung might not believe that it’s you.

Tete: omg

Tete: :D

Tete: rrly?

You: *blank kissy emoji*

Tete: wow

Tete: u actually don’t know how hard i’m smiling rn

You: simp

Tete: ofc that’s my middle name

Tete: i miss u a lot too

Tete: like a lotttttt

Tete: i’ll show u how much when i’m back

Ah… Of course, the Taehyung specialty - smothering you with his affection. You freeze at the thought of his wildfire kisses and head between your thighs. Nothing screams of how much you’ve missed each other more than a good dicking down, climax after climax until you’re both panting messes of sweat and entangled limbs. The anticipation makes you squirm under the sheets, legs pressing together.

You: pls do

You: i need u

It’s uncertain what spirit has possessed you at this ungodly hour for these words to come out of you. There’s an instant flash of ickiness, but you let the self-cringing simmer and dissipate into the realisation that this is okay, this is normal. Taehyung’s your boyfriend, couples text like this. You need to grow some.

Tete: fuck baby

Tete: i’m so not used to u texting like this, it's driving me crazy

You: crazy how *cat smirk*

If you weren’t smiling before, you’re definitely grinning like an idiot now. His reaction is predictable, yet oddly still, an incredible wave of satisfaction hits you. And because you want to savour this moment, maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, you send him a picture of yourself.

Camisole strap slid off your shoulder, hair splayed out, bottom lip deep red from biting down on it too much. Just to return the favour.

Tete: y/n

Tete: call me now

-Incoming call from Tete-

Laughing to yourself, you wait a good few seconds before picking up to prolong his torture. “Yes, Taehyung?” You put your thumb between your teeth to suppress the laughter.

“Fuck.” Against the silence of the night, the low rasp of his voice permeating into you from the speaker of your phone sends tingles up your toes. You’ve fucking missed his voice more than you thought. “Y/N… You can’t do this to me.”

“I told you, I miss you. Like… a lot.” The saccharine tone in your reply is foreign to your own ears, but you like the sound of it and the deep rumble it elicits from your boyfriend.

“How much?” Taehyung eggs you on. His words are barely slurred, so you gather that he has sobered up at least for the most part by now. Yet there is still a slowness to it that suggests

“Hmm, like… I touched myself every night at the thought of you a lot.”

A sharp inhale. Then silence. But you know better so you give him a moment to gather himself.

“You shouldn’t be putting that image in my head.” Exasperation is evident in his voice, desperate and yearning. You can imagine him now, one hand on his phone, the other sliding over his pants that are getting a bit too tight for comfort. Your breath hitches.

“Then you shouldn’t have sent me that picture, Taehyung…”

“You said it was soft and fluffy. What you sent me back was not soft and fluffy.”

“Just because it’s soft doesn’t mean it doesn’t turn me on. You do things to me… okay?” Heat trapped beneath the skin of your cheeks, your grip on the phone against your ear slackening as your thighs rub together.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard, baby…” Nothing gets him going more than the knowledge that he turns you on, it’s his weakness but somewhat his strength.

“That’s… unfortunate. Are you going to do something about it?”

His gulp is audible even over the phone. “Uh…” A sigh. “Um. Maybe. Thoughts are being thought.”

“What kind of thoughts? Thoughts about me touching myself and moaning your name? Thoughts about how much I wish my fingers were your cock thrusting so deep into me that I feel it in my guts? Or are you thinking about what you’ll do to me when you’re back tomorrow? Fucking my mouth until I’m crying or filling me up with your cum first?” Your hips buckle at the filth leaving your mouth. This is more like you; you haven’t abandoned your nature after all.

“Oh, fuckkkk.” His moan resonates into your skull, not quite as if he’s here with you but good enough to fill your desire. “Y/N… I need you so badly.” Breath ragged, you hear movement of his sheets in the background as he adjusts into a more comfortable position.

“Are you stroking your cock right now?” A warm slick oozes out of your own entrance. There’s something about Taehyung masturbating to you that elevates you to a different kind of high.

“What do you think, baby?” As you listen closely, you hear the slow rhythm of his pumping, and your fingers ache to pleasure yourself. ‘The things I’ll fucking do to you when I’m back.”

“Mmm, but it’s late, Taehyung, why don’t we go to sleep.”

“Wait, what?” The stroking stops instantly and surprise in his voice releases a smug satisfaction into your veins. The equivalent of pouring a bucket of ice water over his head right now. Teasing is an old undying habit, what can you say? “You wanna end the call now?”

“Yeah, we should sleep, babe.” Grin unsuppressed, you turn over onto your side, probably a bit too pleased with yourself at your success. Taehyung is an easy victim always.

“What the fuckkk?” Your boyfriend groans. “You’re seriously going to tease me this hard then leave me high and dry?” When you offer no more response than a sly chuckle, he add, “You’re so evil.”

“Save it for tomorrow, Taehyung. Think about it, we’re one sleep away from seeing each other again.”

“Fuck, I know. But you just got me so fucking horny, bruhhh. I thought we were gonna have phone sex.” You are still laughing at his whining, basking in the victory you’re holding over him.

“Taehyung, save it for the real sex.” The idea of phone sex crossed your mind several times to be honest, but you really want to collect every single drop of desire and longing and unleash it tomorrow. Raw and pent up. Nothing to dampen the fire.

A sigh of defeat down the line. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know?” You know. “How am I supposed to sleep now though? I’m so rock hard that it hurts.”

“You can figure that out yourself, big guy.” Your cheeks ache from smiling for too long; they often do during calls with him. “One sleep away, okay?”

“Ugh, fine, you demon. I can’t believe you sometimes.” He lets out another sigh. Your heart skips at the anticipation of how he will punish you for this. “Good night, I miss you.”

“Good night, I miss you more.” There’s a sudden change of tone with these words. Because you truly mean it. Sex and physical intimacy aside, you really just missed his voice, his banter.

You fall asleep almost immediately.

You don’t think you’ve heard a sweeter sound than the keys rattling at the door the next day. Practically leaping off the couch where you had been awaiting him in your Taeyhyung-less boredom, you run to the door.

As it swings open, heat courses to your chest when your eyes land on his, so full of comfort. Your boyfriend is home. Handsome as ever, much more tanned than your memory of him and much more attractive. White t-shirt and loose black shorts, a mundane outfit that only he could make look exceptional.

And as much as you want to sprint up and throw yourself onto him, your feet stay planted on the floor.

“Hey.” You barely breathe out.

Stay calm and composed, you tell yourself. It was only one week without him, it’s not like he’s returning from war.

But Taehyung doesn’t even reply, because in two long strides he is standing before you, bags tossed to the side, a sign of their insignificance in the presence of you. His arms find their home circled around you, face buried in your hair before you can utter another word. You don’t hesitate to return his embrace, holding his waist as you let yourself fall into his chest. He smells like what summer should, the ocean, sweat and young love; his familiar musk greeting you as if he never left.

Your lips meet his, strong and full of intent. He’s so unexpectedly soft when he kisses back, a timeless romantic dance like he is saviour your taste on his tongue.

With your weight leaning on him, he slowly topples back, stepping hastily until your bodies land on the couch. You fit your legs on either side of him as you burrow your nose in his neck and breathe him in, memorise him. In nothing but a large shirt, your bare thighs are exposed for his roaming.

When you pull away and face each other, you are struck by his beauty. His skin is sun-kissed and glowing, hair an effortlessly beautiful mess, the slightest hint of a stubble peeking through below his nose. Your heart belongs to him forever, you know it without a doubt.

“You smell so good. I missed you so much, baby.” And his voice… That deep baritone honey that you have taken for granted all this time - music to your ears.

“Imissedyoutoo…” You mumble, shy under his undivided attention and mercilessly unbroken eye contact.

With your chests pressed together, his chuckle rumbles into you. “What was that?”

“I missed you too… I guess.” Face flaming, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at your admittance, fingers twirling around his curls to preoccupy yourself.

But he cups your chin and turns your face to him, forehead pressing up to yours until your noses are touching, breaths mixing. “That’s not what you said last night.” Taehyung smirks, hands sliding down to your waist, the material of your shirt bunching up in his hands. “Do I need to remind you?”

“No…” You find yourself unable to keep your eyes open, your core pulsing mercilessly as you grind onto him. “How are you already hard, Taehyung…” And though you mean to scold him, it comes out breathless.

Lips hovering, he traces the edge of your jaw, tingling the sensitive little hairs on its way to your ear. When he reaches the shell of your ear, warm breath infiltrating so relentlessly into you, you almost lose yourself right there on his lap. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” He whispers.

“Show me.” Is all you make out.

His hands are already beneath your shirt before you even notice, palms kneading into your breasts as he takes your nipples between his two fingers and rolls. As he kisses you again, the same tenderness exchanges between your lips. It’s a different kind of desperation to be so slow and gentle, one that means so much more than sex, one that’s telling of how much you truly missed each other. Your hips roll with a mind of their own over him. One hand of his comes down to your ass, guiding the waves of your rocking. And each time his stiff clothed member digs into your clit, you whimper into his mouth.

Carefully, Taehyung rolls you over onto your back, sucking your bottom lip to keep the seal from breaking. He pulls away when he’s on top of you, and a string of glistening saliva bridges between your mouths. “Foreplay or no? Tell me what you want?” Compliant as ever.

“I need you to fill me up right now. Anything else can wait.” You watch the devotion ignite in his eyes. His fingers are in a hurry as they pull your panties off, knees spreading your legs open as he kneels between your gaping entrance. He tugs his shirt off from the collar, such smoothness in his action that your insides coil up. His newly-bronzed rich skin revealed, you can’t help but reach up and run your hands down from chest to navel, revelling in his blemishless ridges.

A low sound reverberates from the back of Taehyung’s throat as your touch travels down to unbutton his shorts. They fall loose. His hard throbbing members springs free, a glistening bead oozing from his slit. “You didn’t wear boxers?”

When you glance up, you notice his sheepish grin. He presses his mouth onto yours, still smiling, guiding you back onto your back. “I just couldn’t wait.” Taehyung whispers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, especially since last night… Ah, fuck.” Another deep groan erupts from him as you reach down and slather that bead of precum all over his tip. His head falls onto your neck, writhing under your merciless stroking.

His tip brushing against your clit, your toes curls at the teasing of your weakness, hips jolting up involuntarily and perhaps a bit too violently. You’re so embarrassingly sensitive after this many days without Taehyung, and he notices from your breathless reaction. Smirking, he takes his shaft in his hand and runs his stiff head over your clit mercilessly. And as you roll your head back helplessly, he nibbles onto your exposed neck, faint stubble grazing your skin.

“Quit the teasing…” You whine, unable to withstand the build up of twisting pressure begging to be fulfilled between your legs. “Just put-”

Taehyung pushes himself into you so abruptly that you yelp. And there it is, that mind-melting stretch of your walls that you’ve so much missed. “Fuck, Taehyung…” Your entire core feels ablaze, so numbing that your nails dig into the leather of the couch before they find grip on his arms.

“Like that, baby?” His voice his strained, as if he’s struggling not to lose his mind as well.

Nodding because you can’t make out a word as he slowly pulls out, you grab his face and pull him up to meet your lips. You whimper into him mouth when he rams into you again, hitting your walls in full force, no mercy. His kiss doesn’t lose its sincerity despite the juxtaposition of his vigorous thrusts, though you can’t say that he is quite as gentle with as before. You pinch his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it as your fingers get lost in his hair.

After seven days of deprevation of his cock, your cunt is leaking with the fluid of your arousal, aiding in the ease of each plunge. You feel the stiffness of his ridges pulling you open as he slides in and out of you. “Fuck…” He pants, mouth hovering over yours.

“Let me get on top.” Taehyung’s eyes flash at your suggestion, instantly rolling onto his back. He slips out during the switch of position and the wetness of your cunt is assailed by a sudden rush of cool air.

You swing your leg over and mount him, watching him watch you pump his dick, your own liquid slathered over him sticky in your hand. Letting his member fall against his abdomen, you grind over him between your folds, hands splayed out over his chest. The friction created each time your clit would slide over the thin pinch of skin where his tip unfolded into his shaft has Taehyung a groaning mess.

He looks remarkable under you.

You push his sweat-dampened curls out of his forehead, eyes half closed in euphoria, half watching you roll your cunt so lewdly over his length. You know you could make him cum like this if you continue. But you want him to cum inside you first, you want to feel that thick hot spurt of his desire shoot again and again into you until his cock is twitching.

So slowly, lubricated by your wetness, you sink inch by inch down until the skin of your ass meets his thighs. This angle fuck with your mind; you think you feel him at your cervix. Then your hips start to do what they know best, pounding over him with a rhythm that you’re proud of.

Taehyung grabs hold of your waist, your breasts, fury in his eyes as he watches you ride him with such determination. “I love you so much.” He heaves between heavy breaths.

“I love you, I missed you more than you could imagine.” You huff, thumb running over his red swollen lips.

“I love when you admit it.” He sits up and takes the swell of your breast in his mouth, making his way to your nipples where his tongue relentlessly flickers over.

Your thighs are starting to burn, core aching because his cock is thrusting up into you so deep that you feel it in your guts. The signs are appearing - your vision is going hazy, walls squeezing tightly around him, tangle upon tangles knoting in your stomach. His are too - his head is slumped against your chest, arms crossed behind your back as he holds you close to him, whole body starting to tense as he begins to curse.

Pace quickening, you don’t let the tire of your muscles stop you from your chase. The slap of your skins ringing in your ears, you keep riding, cunt swallowing his cock whole each bounce. Taehyung breaks first. “Fuck!” He calls out into your neck. His cum squirts into you, pulse after pulse, your boyfriend’s hips jolting each thrust.

“I’m so close, babe, keep going for me.” You plead, knowing how sensitive he is right after his climax. He nods wordlessly, face still buried in you hair. The lubrication of his cum abolishes any resistance, letting you slide over him easier than sitting down. And not five thrusts later, your own coil snaps. You through your head back at the wave of pleasure that drowns you, your entire core on fire as your moans echo through the room. It takes maybe twenty seconds for your walls to stop throbbing and for the orgasm to slowly die down.

Taehyung is already growing limp inside you after his orgasm. “Thank you.” You whisper against his forehead while you dismount. His cum flows out of your slit and down the insides of your thighs, but he refuses to let go of you.

When he looks up, you are struck by an overwhelming sensationf of adoration. His long dark curls fall slightly over his eyes, in disarray but just the way you like it. His eyes are so full of genuine love and gratitude of having you that you can’t help but capture him with your lips. “No, thank you.” He mumbles against you, falling back onto the couch with you in his embrace.

After a long kiss of after-sex affection, you pull away before it leads to a second round. “I want you to know that I really missed you a lot. I can’t even call you a big baby anymore because I stared at all the pictures you sent me every night till the sun came out.”

Taehyung’s boyish smile melts your heart. You’ve missed him way too much. His smile, his goofy comments, his tender kisses. “My heart… is squeezing…” If his smile doesn’t tell how smitten he is, his eyes definitely do. “I missed you so much too. All the boys made fun of me for being such a wettie ‘coz I couldn’t shut up about you.” The thought is so endearing that you can’t help but hide your face.

“So how was your trip? Plenty of hot girls drooling after you?” Trick question of course, you know that for a fact already.

“Haha, it was good, fun. Bet you couldn’t sleep ‘coz you were trembling from jealousy.” Scoffing you land a smack on his chest. “But nah, no hot girls. Nowadays there’s only one hot girl in my eyes.”

Your own lips spread like a cheshire cat. “Shut up, cutie.”

“Rachel McAdams.”

“Let go of me. Don’t even touch me.”

A/N: Moral of the story, never sit on their couch if you’re a guest at the Heatwave house.

24/08/20

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please-buckme · 4 years

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pt 2 of the metal arm where he fucks the reader!

The Metal Arm. (Part 2) Anakin x reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Anakin has a huge dick, vaginal sex, this bitch is hurtin

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It’d been months since you last saw Anakin. Once you’d returned back to the Temple it was almost as if nothing had happened. You both went to the council, told them of your heroic duties and that was it. There was no after-meeting hookup or stolen glances, nothing.

You did hear that Anakin had gone on quite the lengthy mission with Obi-Wan but other than that you had no idea where Anakin had been, for all you knew The Chosen One was dead. You knew he wasn’t dead though, the whole galaxy would hear of Anakin’s death. Thinking about what a big deal he is made you sick. Even after you’d played with him a bit you still hated his guts. If it weren’t for that beautifully crafted hand of his you never would have let him touch you like that.

No one knew of your deed either. It surprised you how proud of the situation Anakin was. That he’d gotten you off just with his fingers. The only way to swear him to secrecy was to tell him you’d return the favor if he kept his mouth shut.

“You mean you’ll actually let me fuck you?” He asked.

“If that’s what you want.” You replied.

Anakin smirked at you, leaning in to whisper, “If you thought my fingers were good just wait. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.” He stood still smirking down at you before exiting the ship. In all honesty you’d forgotten your name just by his words alone.

You had to admit you’d been a little anxious as to when the name-forgetting sex was going to arise. Much time had passed and you’d forgotten all about it.. until.

“The mission went very well. Both me and my troops made it back in one piece and I'd say we handled things in a permissional manner. We almost weren’t ready to come home.” You joked trying to level with the men of the council.

“That’s wonderful to hear. We are all so proud of your growth as a Jedi and a leader.” Master Kenobi smiled at you, making you smile as well. “And Anakin?” He asked, a puzzled look spreading across your face.

“Um, wh- what about Anakin?” You asked. Shit. had they found out about what you’d done together so long ago?

“You haven’t spoken with Anakin?” Master Plo Koon wondered.

“Should I have?” Your heart was racing.

“We told me to reach you hours ago. That boy he never learns.” Master Kenobi says, frustrated as usual. “Well when you do see him it’ll be on a mission in the next few days, alright?”

“Great.” Is all your voice would allow.

“All right I believe we’re done here. Once again great job and good luck on your next mission, you’re going to need it.” Obi-Wan winks at you before exiting and going the opposite way of you.

The good news, you weren’t in trouble and they hadn’t found out about Anakin totally wrecking you, the bad news, Anakin was back and looking for you. It took you no time to realize where he would be.. waiting for your arrival.

‘I know you’re here Anakin.” You shout, your voice echoing but to you, “The council said you were looking for me.” You sigh before continuing, “Well here I hhh-” Anakin came up from behind you, covering your mouth. He scarred, having panic run through your body until you’d realized it was indeed Anakin.

Anakin here’s you straining in his hand and he lets it drop from your mouth, “What the fuck, Anakin? You almost gave me a heart attack.” When he came up behind you he wrapped you up close to him. You tried your best to escape from his grasp. His grip became tighter around your waist, making you grunt in pain. He used his now free hand to pull your hair back, exposing the skin of your neck. Wasting no time you fit his teeth on your neck.

“Anakin, what are you doing?” Still squirming to be set free.

“Taking what is now.” He says between gritted teeth.

You laugh, “And, uh, what might that be, Skywalker?” The squirming stilled as you leaned into him, now embracing his warm touch.

“You know.” He says making his way to your earlobe before sucking on it, making you gasp.

You clear your throat, trying to sound less unsubdued, “Hmm, I don’t think I do, Gonna have to refresh my memory.”

Anakin smirks against your neck, “I can do that. Don’t move.” He releases you from his grasp to remove his glove. Of course you take off. If he were going to fuck you it’d be on a bed, so that’s where you led him. “Get back here.” He growls.

“Come with me, Skywalker.” You spun around still walking, backwards now. You extend your finger out in a ‘come here’ motion. The look on Anakin’s face would have frightened you in any other setting but for this particular instance.. It excited you.

When you finally reach the bed you sit patiently waiting for Anakin to catch up. Once he gets there he pushes you back forcefully, admitting a gasp to fall from your mouth.

“Oh Gods,” he says while ridding you of your pants and underwear, “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you these past months.” When he finally tugs off the remaining material under your legs he spread then, wide. Anakin dipped his head between your thighs inhaling your scent as you watched. “Did you miss my fingers, (Y/N)?”

A sigh leaves your lips as his cold digit circles your clit, “Gods yes.” Anakin lets out a raspy groan before lowering two fingers into your dripping core. An involuntary moan escapes past your lips as he pumped them slowly, letting you adjust to their thickness.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you everyday since we last met. The thought of you cumming all over my fingers never leaves my mind.” Anakin’s voice was smooth with lust, adding another finger, “Fuck my fingers look so good in your pretty pussy.”

“A- Anakin, oh gods.” The feeling of your walls closing in around three of his fingers hurt, “Anakin that hurts.. please.”

He brought his flesh hand up to pat you on the head. “Shh it’s okay. You did such a good job last time.” He lowers his hand to your mouth as he inserts two fingers, the sucking distracting you from the depleting pain between your thighs. “ besides, you’ll be thanking me for stretching you out. My cock is way bigger than three fingers.” You gasp. Would you be able to take Anakin the way he wanted. It scarred you but at the same time it made you mentally drool.

“Then stretch my fucking hole, Anakin.” He gave you a devilish grin before pumping his fingers hard and fast inside you. Your back arched off the bed as the pain turned to pleasure.

“My cock is gonna feel so good in that tight pussy.” Anakin returns his face to your core, attaching his lips to your clit, fingers still pounding inside you.

“Oh shit,” you yelp. “Anakin I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m gonna fucking cum, oh my god.” You Anakin nod against your clit as you come undone around his fingers once again. You’re high leaves you breathless and seeing stars. “Oh my god” you whisper in the midst of your high. “K- kiss me.” You say needing to feel some sort of connection to him.

Anakin removes his lips from your pulsing clit to join your lips in a hungry kiss. You moan against his lips now tasting yourself on his breath.

Anakin pulls his hand from your core and you can hear him remove his pants and them hit the floor.

Being the curious and cautious person you are, you reached down to feel just how big Anakin actually was. When you grab what you thought to be his leg you were shocked to find that wasn’t the case. “Oh fuck, Anakin. You really want that thing inside me?” You joke.

He smirks down at you, “more than anything, (Y/N).” You pump him slowly as he sheds his pants completely. He brings his hips closer to your wet pussy, the head now poking at your entrance. “Are you ready?” He asks hesitantly.

“Fuck me, Anakin.” You say pulling him back down into a kiss.

“Yes, Ma’lady” He says on your lips. His cock slowly pushes into you, making your breath hitch in his throat. He groans a raspy groan when he bottoms out inside you, “You feel so fucking.. good. Let me know when to move so I can fuck the shit out of you.”

To Anakin this felt amazing but for you.. it was a whole nother story. He stretched every inch of your delicate pussy. Tears started brimming your eyes as you sobbed slightly. “Does it hurt, baby.”

“Y- yes but I like it.” You say huffing out a breath, “move slow, that might help.” He did as you asked, removing himself completely at an excruciating slow pace before diving right back in. It hurt a little less every time and after a few more pumps you were ready. You wanted to be nice and fucked though.

You wrapped your legs around Anakin tight and filled him over, him now laying under you. “Okay Anakin, fuck me.” The smirk on your face quickly guys away as he props you up on his legs as fucked up into you. “Oh Gods,” You couldn’t help the vulgar screams leaving your mouth as he filled you up complete with each thrust.

“You feel so good, (Y/N)! I’m gonna cum soon.” Anakin informed you. Without words you brought his finger, a metal one, to your mouth sucking on it before lowering it to your clit. Anakin immediately took over drawing skillful circles over your clit.

Everything felt so good that you couldn’t help the tears that tan down your face. The feeling of ecstasy hit you before your high did, “You are so beautiful, (Y/N).” Anakin says from below you. “Let me see you cum again, babe. I want to feel you cum.” A few more involuntary yelps leave your lips as you finally climax around his thick cock. “Yes!” Anakin shouts as you tighten even more around him, spiking his own climax.

He rode out his high inside of you, neither of you moving from the position until your body had had enough. “Oh god.” You say laying down beside him.

“I know.” He says kissing your forehead, then turns you over, now spooning you which you didn’t mind given the moment you just shared. “Oh yeah we have a mission together.”

“Thanks for letting me know.” You say before drifting off to sleep.

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star-killer-md · 4 years

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Goldilocks

— for Cowboy

A/N: This was inspired by an ask about bathing with the AD boys from @cowboy-kylo like forever ago. It’s also like got a fair amount of fluff just to prove to you all I am capable of writing non-painful things. I hope you enjoy some lovely soft Clyde dear! 💖

Pairing: Clyde x Reader

Warnings: none really, fluff and smut, a bathtub is involved, handjobs, this is in a word tooth rotting so beware

Word Count: 2k

You never thought too much about how small your apartment was. For so long, it had just been you on your own, so the minuscule space between the island and the stove, the low ceilings and narrow hallways hadn’t been a bother.

But Clyde made it feel like a tin can left in the freezer overnight and ready to burst, dying to expand.

To be fair, Clyde Logan made everything seem small with his hand like a boxing glove—minus all the hard fists and swung punches—and his shoulders hunching in every doorway as if the world was never able to fully accommodate him. You thought maybe that was why he smiled the way he did, sort of apologetic even at the happiest of moments, like he was sorry for never quite fitting anywhere.

Clyde made you feel small too though you were always afraid to tell him that. Knew he’d take it the wrong way and smile that sad, sorry smile and try to fade off into the corners of your bedroom, try not to ‘crowd ya’ as he’d say. So you never said it, but you thought about it often.

Clyde Logan made you feel small in the most beautiful of ways.

Not like most people did when they spoke over you or made stupid backhanded comments that you were meant to laugh at so as not to seem rude or when they stared right through you that way people do when they don’t give two shits what you’re saying and don’t care enough to pretend.

No, Clyde Logan made you small in a way you’ve never been.

He made you feel comfortable everywhere.

Sometimes, when you’d go to visit him at the bar, he’d place his hand on the small of your back, let it run feather light around your hip and rest there in the curve of the bone. And suddenly, you didn’t feel so out of place, like you were taking up too much space that wasn't meant for you. Once, you were helping him clean up after a long shift and knocked a whole tray of glasses straight off the bar top, sent the shattered bits skittering all across the floor, but there was no burn of embarrassment. Just, “it’s no problem, darlin’,” and a soft press of his lips to your head.

Sometimes it was overwhelming, the sense Clyde gave you, finally in your proper place.

And in his arms, when he wasn’t too nervous to hold you in ‘em—too afraid he might crush ya—you felt small and perfect and not at risk of breaking anything precious.

It pervaded every inch of you, and occasionally you felt just how small the apartment really is. Now that you were used to the puzzle piece fit of Clyde Logan, the cold tile floors and microcosmic rooms felt cramped in a way they never did before.

You told him a while back you’d start looking for a new place, somewhere you both can fit.

But for now, you were still in the little shoebox you’ve called home for so long and you could hear the key turning in the front door’s lock, big, heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Clyde stopped by most nights after work these days, slept in your bed most nights too. Pounded you into the mattress and made you cry for him or let you ride his cock, thighs burning to take him deeper and watch how his pretty eyes roll back when he cums.

And as delicious as it sounded, as much as it sent sparks off between your thighs, you had something softer planned for him. Something lovely for this man who came the closest to the human personification of southern sweet tea you’d ever known. Refreshing like the little sprigs of cut mint he kept in mason jars to chew on sometimes, cool like the feel of his prosthetic on your bare skin, soothing like his fingers scratching gently at your scalp and the way the hair on his chin grates your shoulder when he rubs against you in his sleep.

“Darlin’?” his voice echoed down the hall.

“In here!”

You had the bathtub all filled up with near scalding water and fragrant bubbles floating like clouds along the top. The room was hazy with steam that settled in little droplets on your skin. The top of your breasts peeked out from the water and Clyde’s eyes fell immediately to the shape of you under the surface.

He had just his head poking through the crack in the door and you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your cheeks whenever he got shy like this. Like he hadn’t seen you bare a thousand times before.

“Oh, uh, m’sorry didn’t mean ta—”

You cut off his stammering, “Feel like joining me?”

“I don’t know if I’ll fit, sweetheart,” he said, already tugging off his t-shirt and sitting on the edge of the tub.

He always called you so many little pet names. Normally you’d hate that, but it melts you a bit when they come from his mouth.

“You’ll fit,” you said, drifting over to help him take off his prosthetic and lay it gently on the vanity. “You always fit.”

And he did, because it’s you and him so there’s never a place the two of you don’t.

His jeans and socks and underwear—that you bought him because you swore they made his ass look so good in those bootcut jeans he wore—lay in a little pile by your sink and Clyde’s chest is finally warm and solid against your back.

Just where he’s meant to be.

His legs were bent up around you, knees poking out of the water, and you brought one of his massive calves to rest between yours, kneading gently at the taut muscles.

“You don’t have ta do that, darlin’,” Clyde said, and groaned when you unwound a particularly tight knot.

“Shh,” you hushed, “tell me about work.”

He hummed as you reached for the soap, lathering your hands up and working it all down his legs.

“It weren’t too excitin’, I did have ta kick out one fella—real piece a work too.”

Clyde went on and you listened, almost drowning in the way the words left his mouth and shifting around to sit chest to chest in his lap so you could work on his shoulders. His cock was half hard and twitched against you, but he lay still, hand loosely on your hip and head tilted back while he talked.

You loved the feeling of the warm, smooth planes of his skin under your hands and raked your nails across his chest, pausing to thumb at his nipples and chuckling at the catch in his voice.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say your tryin’ ta distract me darlin’,” Clyde mumbled, sitting up so you were pressed tight against him and laying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I would never, just trying to help you unwind.”

You pulled him up by the hair to finally fit your lips to his, loving the glide of him, the scratch of his beard. Clyde’s arms sloshed the water over the sides as they wound up and around your middle. You hummed when he didn’t hesitate to touch you with both. Sometimes he got a little wary about touchin you without his prosthetic, but it seemed you’d done your job well. He felt loose, all the tension released as he fell perfectly into you.

Puzzle pieces, just the right size.

Edges and curves finding their way into place like how the sea meets the shore: inevitably.

You felt the sharp expanse of his ribs when your hand brushed his achingly hard length under the water. He was nothing if not proportional, your Clyde, wide and long in every aspect of himself, so that your hand barely wrapped all the way around him.

He moaned in earnest now, resting his forehead to yours, “Darlin’, you don’t gotta do that.”

You hushed him, moving your wrist in long, languid strokes. Listened to the breathy little noises he made and needed every one of them.

“There’s nothing in the world I want to do more,” you said, twisting your hand just how you knew he liked it and earning yourself another gasp. “Let me make you feel good, Clyde.”

He nodded breathlessly, tilting his head back so you could suck and nip little marks all over his collar.

The first time the two of you had ever got a little hot and heavy, you’d accidentally left behind more than a little evidence—which you're sure Clyde got more than a tad of flack for from the guys at the bar—but you knew he loved it. Loved looking at them, loved remembering how they got there and loved the reminder of where and to whom he belonged.

“Ya always make me feel good—” he trailed off when you bit just over his pulse, licking a hot stripe up his neck.

Clyde bucked his hips up as the pace of your hand on his cock increased, and he mumbled a nearly incoherent apology when more water spilled out onto the bathroom floor.

But the mess didn’t matter when his head fell back, resting in your hands and giving you a lovely view of his freckled chest, pink with the steam and all the pleasure you were pulling from him. You wanted to kiss every mole, connect them all like constellations in the clear West Virginia night sky.

“Oh honey, you’re so pretty,” you hummed, taking in the scene before you.

Clyde choked back a sob, pulling his pretty plush lips between crooked teeth. You felt his cock twitch in your hand and knew he was getting close. Couldn’t wait to see his face screw up with the shock of it, couldn’t wait for his arms to lock you in like he was afraid you’d stop and leave him cold.

“Sweetheart, m’ not gonna last much longer,” he groaned and dropped his hand from your hip between your legs, thumb rubbing perfect circles around your clit. “Let me help ya.”

You grabbed at his wrist, “Clyde, you don’t have to—”

He knocked your hand away and surged forward, bending down to wrap his gorgeous lips around one of your nipples, laving his tongue over the stiff peak and pulling back with a wet pop.

“Let me make ya feel good,” he said, throwing the words back at you.

The smug little grin on his face alone nearly sent you over the edge.

How could you ever deny him that?

So you let him continue, loving the feel of his rough, calloused fingers touching you in all the right places, with just the right rhythm and stroked his leaking cock to match. His eyes stayed on your face the whole time, never glancing away, never shy or embarrassed.

You couldn’t have looked away if you’d wanted to.

This is where you belonged, you thought. This is where you fit. Not too big or too much, but goldilocks perfect under his gaze.

And then his face was scrunching up—just like you knew it would—and showered him with praise as he painted your stomach with white ropes of hot release, fingers never letting up their frantic circles until you were throwing your head back and gasping with the white sting of your climax.

After a few moments, you released his softening length and collapsed into his solid chest, reveling in the way he locked you in his embrace.

Later, you’d make the two of you a warm drink, and let him rest his head on your breasts while you stroked his hair and listened to his breathing even out. Later you’d fuck him properly in your bed where his feet always hung off the edge, ride him so he could sit back and rest his hand on your hip and watch you take all of him, despite the size.

Because Clyde and you just fit together like that, without question, as natural as anything.

Just right.

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galactichen · 4 years

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last message. || hyunjin

↳ summary: you hated how his old messages to you were a constant reminder of what you once had.

↳ notes: this will probably have two parts??

↳ genre: fluffy with a sprinkle of angst

↳ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

↳ word count: 4.1k

[ last message(s): 200 days ago ]

“I LIKE YOU!” 11:23 am.

“Wait SHIT JISUNG TOOK MY PHONE FUCK.” 11:25 am.

You never thought you’d see the day where Hyunjin would be a sputtering mess in front of you, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and eyes darting all over the room for the poor boy was desperate to look at anything but you.

Jisung had taken the liberty of locking the two of you in the room he shared with Hyunjin, giggling rather obnoxiously as he aggressively hushed the hyungs who were curiously peering around the corner to see what the ruckus was about.

So, here you were, in front of your long-time crush who apparently liked you back… at least according to the “messages” you received from him.

“You've got some explaining to do,” you say, your mask of confidence a stark contrast to the frantic beating of your heart. God, your life was going to turn for the better or for the worse once your step out of this room.

Hyunjin appears to be deeply aware of the situation as his tongue darts out and wets his plump lips nervously, his head tilted down as he tries to gather his thoughts. At last, he murmurs, “I-I like you.”

Did you hear that right? “You… you like me?”

“Mhm.” Hyunjin still refuses to meet your gaze. “I-I’ve liked you for a long time, but I didn’t know when to confess because I was too scared of rejection and then Jisung took my phone and-”

“I like you too.”

“-he sent you that message without my permission and,” Hyunjin stops when your words finally register in his brain. Slowly, he raises his head and finally meets your gaze with wide eyes. “Wait, what?”

“I like you too,” you repeat with a little smile.

Then Hyunjin’s eyes start to literally sparkle. “You do?” he asks tentatively, as if this were a dream he was living and you were seconds from vanishing right from his eyes.

When you nod, the absolute biggest smile spreads across his face and suddenly he’s laughing in disbelief, you’re laughing with him, and the gazes the two of you share are both from amazement and just pure happiness.

Then the door bursts open and in comes Jisung practically screaming his lungs out, and soon enough the two of you are joined by Jisung and the rest of the boys who engulf you in the biggest of group hugs. The happiness is utterly overflowing and it’s absolutely deafening from the amount of yelling that fills the bedroom as if you had just won the lottery.

No, this was way better than winning the lottery.

You find yourself grinning ear to ear as you look at Hyunjin who’s busy being pummeled with screams and hugs and everything in between and you can’t help but think-

You won his heart.

[ last message: 164 days ago ]

“Come to the dorms!! I miss you :(” 2:45 pm.

“Hello?” you call out when you enter the dorm, softly shutting the door behind you. There’s no response which is strange, as normally the boys (especially Hyunjin, now that he was your boyfriend) would bound towards you and engulf you in the biggest of hugs in greeting. “Hello?” you try again a little louder, but there’s no response again.

Weird. Why did Hyunjin call you over if he wasn’t even going to be there in the first place?

You sigh, dropping your bag off by the entrance and trudging over to the room Hyunjin shared with Jisung. If no one was here, might as well take a nap or something in Hyunjin’s bed.

But when you open the door to the bedroom, you’re met with a sight that makes your chest tighten.

There’s an evident lump buried beneath blankets atop Hyunjin’s bed, a tuft of black hair peeking out at the head of his bed. The gentle rise and fall of the lump only tells you one thing—Hyunjin was fast asleep.

Your chest tightens with utter affection for the boy.

You really didn’t want to wake the boy up from his much-needed nap, but he did text you to come over before he had fallen asleep…

“Hyunjin?” you whisper, tiptoeing to the side of his bed. You lay a hand softly against his form, shaking him slightly. Soft murmurs escape his lips and he stirs, turning over so he was facing you, but not enough to arouse completely from his apparent deep slumber. “Hyunjin, baby.” Your hand slides to his head and you gently slap his cheeks.

Still no response.

Sighing, you decide to kneel at his bedside and rest your head on your hands, gazing at your sleeping boyfriend. He really is a sleeping beauty, you think to yourself. Your eyes trail from his closed lids to the mole beneath his eye, the curve of his nose, to his plump and ever-so-kissable lips. Your heart flutters at the sight of the blanket drawn to his chin and the messiness of his hair. God, how did you manage to capture his heart?

Then suddenly he’s waking up, eyes fluttering open but not before blinking several times as his eyes adjust to the bright bedroom light that fills the room. You watch with a tiny smile as his eyes dart around, confused, before landing on you.

“Princess?” he murmurs, sleep laced in his voice as a smile starts to spread across his lips. “You came,” he says as if he couldn’t believe that you were right here in front of him.

“Of course I did, idiot,” you laugh quietly and Hyunjin’s hands slip out from beneath the blanket, searching for yours blindly and you happily comply, lacing your fingers with his. “Where is everyone?” you ask.

“Chan, Changbin, and Jisung are working at the studio,” Hyunjin answers as he pulls your intertwined hands close to his form, tucking them into the crook of his neck. “The others are out shopping, I think, for dinner. I stayed back because I wanted a nap. And because I wanted to see you,” he finishes, blinking up at you with the sweetest look he could muster and you feel yourself falling head over heels for the boy all over again. He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him as he scoots back, effectively pulling you onto the bed. “Nap with me,” he says.

“Is this legal?” you ask, adjusting your position so you’re sitting upright beside him. Hyunjin huffs when he realizes you’re not willing to lie down beside him, and instead decides to plop his head on your lap, curling into your warmth like a kitten. “The others are going to throw a fit if they see us like this.”

“Well they aren’t here right now, are they?” Hyunjin responds. “We can do whatever we want.”

“That’s fair,” you sigh. You wriggle one of your hands out from Hyunjin’s grasp and start running your fingers through his hair, watching as his eyelids flutter shut, your gentle fingers through his hair threatening to lull him back to dreamland.

“I love you,” Hyunjin murmurs all of the sudden, and his words make your freeze.

Love. You should have seen this coming—you’ve been dating for over a month now, for god’s sake! But still… loving Hyunjin was a big step in your relationship.

But as you gaze down at the now-sleeping boy in your lap, you feel yourself smile a little. You’re ready for this big step. What’s there to be afraid of with Hyunjin by your side?

“I love you too, sleepyhead,” you whisper.

[ last message: 52 days ago ]

“Princess, I’m so excited for our date to the park today!! You better be ready!” 1:12 pm.

“This is nice,” Hyunjin murmurs, your hand held tightly in his as the two of you lie atop a large picnic blanket, staring up at the clear blue sky with soft music emanating from his phone. It’s the perfect weather for a nice date in the park, and luckily for you and Hyunjin, you had found the perfect secluded spot that was carefully hidden away from any prying eyes.

“You’re welcome,” you say rather snarkily, earning you a playful nudge from Hyunjin. “Hey, if I hadn’t found this spot we’d be stuck in the dorms with absolutely zero privacy. Ever.”

“I mean, there’s always your place,” Hyunjin points out.

“Oh, good point. I forgot about that.”

Hyunjin sighs after a couple minutes before saying, “I really wish we could hang out all the time, just like this.” He tugs on your arm, pulling you closer and into his embrace. You wriggle in protest, muttering something along the lines of “but what if someone sees?” only for Hyunjin to hush you, assuring you everything would be fine. “Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if I was just a normal college kid like you. I’d be able to take you out on normal dates like a normal boyfriend.”

“Hyunjin-”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and I wouldn’t exchange it for anything else,” he continues before you can say anything more. He shifts so his right elbow is planted on the ground, his hand coming up for his chin to rest on it as his other hand pulls away from yours to caress your cheek softly. “But it saddens me to know that we can’t be like this all the time.”

“That just makes our time together all the more special,” you whisper, and Hyunjin smiles in response. He never fails to make you wonder just how you managed to capture the heart of someone of such prince-like nature. The way the breeze tousles his dark hair makes him appear more ethereal than ever, strands perfectly framing his delicate features. His gaze is trained on you and you only and it’s as if time has halted just in time for you to lose yourselves in this one moment. “Don’t worry too much about it, love. You’re doing the best you can, and that’s all that matters to me,” you finish with a bright smile.

“I’m so glad I have you,” Hyunjin murmurs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Hyunjin.”

Then he’s suddenly on his feet and pulling you up with him, making you whine because you were perfectly happy just lying on the ground, cuddling with your boyfriend.

“Dance with me,” he says.

Hyunjin’s arms slide around your waist, yours naturally coming up around his neck in response as Sunshine begins to play. What would have been Jisung’s voice filling the air, Hyunjin takes over instead, his voice soft in your ears as he leans in so your foreheads touch, your bodies swaying to the beat.

“Sit in the sunshine and close your eyes, look at me for a second.”

His voice is soothing and music to your ears as he effortlessly covers the whole song just for you, his eyes never leaving yours once, the rest of the world around you forgotten.

(This was probably your favourite memory with Hyunjin.)

[ last message: 42 days ago ]

“Princess, I think I have to cancel our date tomorrow :( I have to be at the studio all day tomorrow because the deadline is in a few days and we really need all the time we can get. I hope you understand, I love you!!” 10:32 pm.

[ last message(s): 40 days ago ]

“Is it okay if we reschedule for next week??” 9:56 pm.

“I think I’ll have time…” 9:56 pm.

[ last message(s): 35 days ago ]

“I’m so sorry baby, I have to cancel again :(((“ 3:34 pm.

“We just got the details for our next comeback and it’s a lot closer than any of us anticipated so I’ll have to work in the studio for the next few days.” 3:35 pm.

“I know this sounds like a bunch of excuses, but I’ll call you tonight, okay? I’m really sorry again, princess.” 3:35 pm.

[ last message: 34 days ago ]

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 1:28 am.

You let out a frustrated huff, tossing your phone to the side after reading his last message from the previous night for the last time. This was the third date Hyunjin had to cancel last-minute, and while you tried so hard to remain understanding of the circumstances, you couldn’t help the growing irritation inside you. Surely, he could spare at least an hour for you? Even if it was a short video call, anything, was it really that hard for him?

No, you think to yourself, aggressively shaking the negativity out of your head. I can’t keep thinking like this. Hyunjin was busy at his company building because they were working on their latest album and Hyunjin, of course, was tasked with Minho and Felix to choreograph their title track. Of course he was going to be busy. He’d even warned you multiple times when you first started dating all those months ago that comeback season was always hectic and he wouldn’t always be able to see you.

“At least he’s trying,” you try to convince yourself out loud, reaching for your laptop. You might as well finally get a start on that assignment you’ve been putting off for the past few days to get your mind off things.

But just as you’re typing in your passcode, the front door of your home opens.

“Princess?” an all-too familiar male voice calls out to you.

“Hyunjin?” you yelp and before you can stop yourself, you’re bolting for the door because he couldn’t be here! He said he would be at practice all day—so just what was Hyunjin doing at your place just past mid-afternoon? “What are you doing here?” you ask when he comes into view.

Hyunjin flashes you a bright smile after he takes off the mask covering his face below his eyes, running a hand through his long black hair. “I wanted to see you,” he says sweetly, arms open wide. You don’t need to be told twice to accept his warm embrace, your arms wrapping tenderly around each other like lovers who had been apart for months.

“But you said-”

“Minho and Felix told me to take the rest of the day off,” Hyunjin interrupts you before you could finish. He pulls away slightly, holding you at arms’ length. His plump lips are then pulled into a warm smile as he reaches up to cup your face in his large hands and you immediately close your eyes at the feeling. “So I wanted to see you and make up for our lost time together.”

“Not that I’m complaining, but are you sure?” you ask worriedly, eyes opening to meet Hyunjin’s peaceful and loving gaze. You suddenly felt bad despite your earlier frustrations—you didn’t want to be pulling him from his work if it meant leaving Minho and Felix to work on the choreography by themselves.

But all your worries are lifted off your shoulders when Hyunjin nods, saying, “They were the ones who yelled at me to go see you because they knew I’ve been cancelling our dates to work on comeback things.”

“I should treat them to something later to thank them,” you murmur and Hyunjin laughs with a bit of a shrug as if to say up to you. Then he’s suddenly leaning towards you and his lips meet yours in a sweet and loving kiss. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you deepen the kiss, murmurs of I love you’s filling the minimal air between you as the two of you pour the utmost amount of love possible into the kiss.

Hyunjin pulls away a little too soon for your liking and you’re sure to let him know from the tiny whine that escapes you when he settles for pressing his forehead against yours instead.

“So, what do you want to do?” Hyunjin asks quietly, lips parted slightly as he tries to subtly regulate his breathing.

“How about a night of k-dramas?”

[ last message: 24 days ago ]

“I’m at the practice room, why?”

“Oh, he’s right in there.” Chan points to the closed door across the hall when you inquire about Hyunjin’s whereabouts, faint music emanating from the room on the other side. “He’s been practicing the choreography non-stop since noon, so thanks for coming, y/n.” Chan flashes you a genuine smile. “I hope you can, you know, work your magic and convince him to take a break.”

“I’ll try my best,” you say to the older male, tightening your grip on the bag you’re holding. “Thanks, Chan. Sorry for disturbing you.”

Chan chuckles, waving his hand dismissively in the air. “It’s no problem, really. Now go get your man!” Chan lets out a quiet cheer of encouragement before waving farewell to you and turning back to his work, drafts of unfinished music looming upon the male.

You laugh quietly to yourself before shutting the door to Chan’s room and making your way to where Hyunjin supposedly was according to Chan. It’s late in the evening and Hyunjin hadn’t messaged you all day until you asked him where he was, stating that he was still practicing in the practice room. That’s when you knew you had to bring him something to eat, for your boyfriend had a nasty habit of pushing aside all meals in favor of perfecting his craft.

You knew he was deeply passionate about dancing, but it irked you how much he neglected his health in favor of it. How hard was it for him to just take a step back and do some self-care every once in a while?

“Hyunjin?” you call out as you push open the door to the practice room once you hear the music stop.

Hyunjin turns to you in surprise when he hears your voice, his hand that’s holding a water bottle paused in the air. He’s alone in the room and his long black hair drips with sweat that indicates his vigorous routine just moments prior to your arrival.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, a smile beginning to grow on his face. He takes a brief swig of water before making his way over to you just as you’re closing the door behind you.

“I brought you dinner,” you say. “I thought you’d be hungry because I know you haven’t eaten since noon.”

“Oh, princess,” Hyunjin coos. He reaches for the bag you’re holding and takes it from your grasp, placing it on the ground so he can wrap you up in the warmest (and sweatiest—gross) hug. “Oh, princess!” Hyunjin says again in a higher voice and you yell out in protest because god, it was so uncomfortably warm! Hyunjin laughs sweetly and presses a quick kiss to the top of your head before pulling away to reach for your hand and the bag of food so he can lead you to the couch off to the side. “You’re the absolute best. What would I ever do without you?” Hyunjin sighs happily, beginning to unpack the food and you only smile, reaching out to cup his cheek in your hand.

“Probably starve,” you say, and you laugh out loud at the pointed look he gives you. “No, I’m serious! You really need to start taking care of yourself better, Hyunjin.”

“I know, I know,” Hyunjin huffs. One of his hands comes up to rest on top of yours that’s against his cheek and he leans further into your touch. “Thanks for coming, princess.”

“Only because I love you,” you whisper as Hyunjin leans even closer until your foreheads touch. Your eyes meet and he smiles almost instinctively, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek.

“I love you too, princess.”

[ last message: 16 days ago ]

“Leave your door unlocked. Coming over rn.” 2:20 am.

“Hyunjin?” you call out when you hear your bedroom door open with the slightest of creaks. You lift yourself from your bed, reaching up to rub the sleep from your eyes when suddenly you feel hands grasp at your wrists.

“Shh,” he whispers, “I didn’t mean to wake you, princess.”

“What are you doing here?” you ask, but not before stifling a rather loud yawn that makes Hyunjin chuckle as he slips beneath the sheets beside you. His arms slip around your torso and he effortlessly pulls you back down with him, his face snuggling into the crook of your neck. “Not that I’m complaining,” you murmur.

“I missed you,” is all that Hyunjin says.

“It’s 2 am, Hyunjin.”

“I know,” his voice comes out more muffled the more he snuggles into you and you can’t help but squeal a little at the ticklish sensation of his breath against the skin of your neck. “Just shut up and let me sleep with you.”

“Okay, okay, jeez,” you huff sleepily, “can’t believe you’re still a drama queen even in the middle of the night.”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that to my face,” Hyunjin mutters and you laugh, relaxing in his embrace.

You could get used to this.

[ last message(s): 10 days ago ]

“I’m sorry I actually have things to do, okay? I’m busy. What’s so hard to get about that?” 5:36 pm.

“Sorry about lashing out earlier… I know you just wanted to check in.” 8:29 pm.

“Honestly, you deserve someone who actually appreciates your efforts to keep going.” 8:29 pm.

“I don’t think that someone is me.” 9:01 pm.

[ last message: 3 days ago ]

“We need to talk.” 7:48 pm.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Hyunjin whispers, and just like that the tears are falling. “I just feel like a shitty boyfriend because I can’t take you out on dates like all the other boyfriends out there. I’m always busy, I’m always practicing, I just—I can’t find the time anymore to do anything with you. I’m sorry.”

“But you aren’t shitty, Hyunjin,” you weep, reaching for his hands, but it’s a knife to your heart when he recoils. “That’s the thing. You try, Hyunjin, and that’s what matters to me most,” you try to convince him. “Why are you giving up so easily? Don’t you see that we can make this work if you just keep trying?”

But he’s shaking his head. His mind is made up and there’s nothing your words can do anymore. Why is he giving up so easily? Can’t you two work out a solution to this obstacle like you always do?

“I-I can’t,” Hyunjin rasps. His voice is getting weaker too and it brings you a brief moment of relief because at least you’re not the only one suffering. “I just can’t, okay?”

“Hyunjin,” you say, furiously wiping at your face, “listen to me. We can work this out, okay? Just tell me what’s wrong and we’ll work around it like we always do, okay?”

“Not this time,” he whispers. “Not this time, y/n,” and it’s a second knife to the heart when he addresses you by your name and not princess, what he usually calls you. “We can’t work around this one. It’s too big.”

“What’s the problem?” you feel yourself growing frustrated. Why is he so reluctant to let you in? “If you just tell me-”

“I don’t love you anymore!” Hyunjin blurts out.

Then it’s silent.

It’s as if time has stopped for you, both of your forms frozen in place as Hyunjin’s words sink into your head. Slowly, Hyunjin’s eyes begin to grow wide as he realizes what he just said and he feels himself wobble to his feet. He needs to get out of here.

“You… you don’t?” your voice cracks and Hyunjin feels a huge wave of regret, but it’s too late to go back now. He said what he said.

(Even if it was a lie.)

“I don’t.” He decides in the moment to go with it. After all, it was the quickest route to cutting ties with you. He couldn’t bear to hurt you any longer. He couldn’t bear to see the hurt on your face every time he has to cancel the date you’ve planned for so long because of last-minute album preparations.

He couldn’t bear it any longer.

(Even if he has to do the final blow to your heart.)

(He’s doing this for your sake; for the sake of your happiness in the future because you deserve someone who could actually be there for you. And that person was not him.)

Hyunjin crushes the urge to wrap you up in his arms and kiss your tears away, taking his leave as fast as possible and leaving you alone in your bedroom to comprehend just what happened.

[ new message(s): just now ]

“I know I don’t deserve to be saying this right now, but...” 4:21 am.

“I miss you.” 4:24 am.

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if your requests are still open, can i ask for Pale with the smutty “you aren’t taking me to bed….ever.” ‘who said it had to be a bed?’ i think it’d be ... FUN🗣

A/N: Sure thing, sweetie. I hope you like these, I love writing requests and I love Pale very very much too :)

warnings: smut and cheating

Request? My masterlist

It is an important event, woman and men spin together in the dance floor, while others , like yourself, watch. Your husband was too busy talking business with some stupid CEO’s to notice you, because of that you are sitting in a chair all alone, slowly sipping the bubbly champagne filling your crystal glass. What a waste of time you think to yourself, you are dressed in your most beautiful dress - a shiny silver dress which hugs all your curves perfectly, the right amount of sexy and elegant -, your hair is in your favorite style and your makeup highlights your wonderful face and yet you are alone wishing you had never gotten out of the house.

Your marriage was dying quickly, you were pretty sure Jack had an affair with someone at his office and you could barely force yourself to talk to him without wanting to puke, but nights like these were all about appearances, tonight you and Jack are the perfect couple, you are beautiful and smart and he is a businessman. God, you hated patriarchy.

The sound of the heavy chair next to you moving takes you out of your head, without thinking you put a smile on your face ready to face the husband you swore to love, but as you turn to look, your smile dies. The man sitting in the chair isn’t Jack, you had never seen him in your life, he had a shoulder length black hair, dark eyes, red full lips, a constellation of freckles and moles in his face and for the first time in forever you felt desire.

“I hope this sit isn’t taken” his deep voice seem to echo in your head, increasing the fire starting to burn in your stomach, but you were a married woman and there was no way you could give into it.

“It is” you reply dryly, keeping your face in an annoyed expression.

“Too bad I don’t give a fuck” the unknown man states, eyes shining with amusement as his hands wonder in his black suit reappearing holding a pack of cigarettes.

“I’m sorry, do I even know you?” as the question leaves your lips, you spin your head around trying to find Jack, but, unsurprisingly, you aren’t able to locate your useless husband.

“No, I’m Pale, nice to meet you” he mumbles, cigarette in between his teeth as he ignites it on fire with a beautiful gold lighter which you notice matches with a chain around his strong neck. You don’t reply keeping a straight face, behaving as you were expected to.

“I was fucking tired of those snobs and this hellhole of a party, dance whatever the fuck this is and as soon as my eyes landed on you I started to believe in destiny, or whatever those hippies call it, because you might just be the one thing to make this whole shit worthy of my time” Pale continues unbothered by your lack of interaction.

“Look, I have a husband” the clarification makes him laugh, smoke leaving his nostrils as a hoarse laughter spreads the fire in your stomach to your intimate parts, it had been a long time since anyone but yourself touched there.

“Well, let’s add it to the list of things I don’t give a fuck about. It’s not like I’m looking for romance” he purrs, eyes filled with malice as they stare yours.

“Let me rephrase it so you get what I mean. You aren’t taking me to bed...ever” as the words escape your mouth you can’t help but wish it wasn’t true.

“Who said it had to be a bed?” he talks back with a smirk in his perfect face “Look, y/n ” Pale takes you by surprise and you instantly open your mouth ready to ask from where does he know you. “Stop acting like a brat, let me finish” he interrupts you “Your jackass of a husband is cheating on you with his secretary and, since you’re not fucking dumb, I’m guessing you already know it and I’m also guessing he hasn’t pleased you ever, because he doesn’t know how to take care of a woman” he leans into you before finishing, placing his mouth right next to your ear “Now, I know how to take care of one, so lemme take care of you, I’ll make you cum so fucking hard that you’ll be ruined for anyone else”.

All the rules you were supposed to follow and your will to remain faithful do Jack suddenly leave your mind, as wetness starts to gather on your underwear. The man by your side made you feel desired after being treated like shit by the husband you had come to hate for months.

“I’m taking your silence as a good thing, follow me” he says before standing and as you take a look at his body, which seemed about to tear the white shirt he was wearing under the suit, your thoughts become all about how tall and hot the mysterious Pale is.

Pale doesn’t wait for a reply - which wouldn’t leave your mouth anyway from how amazed you are - before passing through the crowd of people dancing and entering a corridor you had never been to before, and you? You follow quickly, not enough for anyone to become suspicious, dying to enjoy whatever he was planning to do with you.

He stops in front of a mahogany door and his dark eyes filled with lust take a quick look at you before his hands open it, revealing a library filled with thousands of books, a beautiful indian carpet on the floor under a fluffy crimson couch. You watch as his figure enters the room and sits on the couch, legs spreaded and his trained eyes on you once again.

“Come in, close this door and strip” he demands without stuttering causing you to obey. Slowly, you enter closing the door behind you. As soon as your body is in the middle of the room, your hands find your zipper bringing it down, as the dress falls to the carpet, your nipples - hardening from his gaze and the sudden change of temperature - and underwear are exposed to his hungry eyes.

“Now come, sit in here” he taps roughly to his thighs before taking the top part of his suit off. Once again, you do as your told, giving into your needs letting your worries outside the library. Your bare thighs meet his covered ones as your nipples are pressed against his shirt lightly making you squirm with anticipation, your arms rest by your side since you are not sure you are allowed to touch him.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you? You’re husband is outside that door and you’re here showing these pretty fucking tits to me” Pale states as his hands travel on your sides, passing your hips, waist, ribs, before landing on your breasts where they stop, roughly, he squeezes them, causing you to close your eyes as a breath leaves your mouth. “I bet you’re fucking loving it, bet you’re all wet for me” he continues.

And it was true, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been this wet, you feel like a horny teenager all over again, Pale had barely touched you, however you are already ready for him.

Too distracted by the sensation of his hands on your tits as his fingers provoke your nipples, pulling your nubs before massaging it, you don’t feel as he gets closer, only noticing it when his lips meet yours. Surprised, you open your mouth and Pale takes the opportunity, his tongue entering in it and dominating yours in a demanding and rough kiss. Out of instinct, your arms wrap around his neck, nails lightly scratching his covered back.

Against your covered hole you can feel his erection, from need and desire you start to gently move your hips back and forth, trying to create a relieving friction to your ache. “Eager, are we?” he mocks, disattaching his lips from yours and making you nod anxious for his touch. “Get up” Pale orders taking his hands off your niples and slapping your ass, the ‘smack’ noise echoing through the walls.

As you stand on your feet, you feel like you’re going to fall any minute, your legs are weak and a little bit shaky and the way he is looking at you doesn’t help at all. However, before they failed you, he gets off the couch towering you before quickly sitting you on it, forcing your legs to stay in a similar position his had been moments ago, exposing your wet underwear to his eyes.

Still standing, Pale starts to get rid of his layers, not intentionally making a show out of it, but watching it, you have to fight the urge to run your fingers in between your folds imagining it wouldn’t please him at all.

As soon as his cock springs free, its red head slapping against his belly and the veiny extension proudly standing, your mouth waters and you can’t wait to feel it filling you up, you had never seen one as big as his.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck your tight cheating pussy with it in no time, but first, let’s get you ready for it or I’ll break it and we don’t want your husband to know someone is actually taking good care of you, do we?”

“No” you test you voice and it comes out hoarse and submissive, in this moment you are sure that you would do whatever he commanded you to. He rubs your cheek with his fingers before pressing his thumb against your lips and you don’t think twice before allowing it in and sucking on it, seductively pressing your tongue on it.

“Get it nice and wet for me, slut” he spits and you do as your told, covering his thumb with spit happily lapping your tongue on his finger over and over again. “That’s enough” Pale’s deep voice says and with a sad moan you let his finger go.

“Hey, don’t you complain, whore. You’re going to take what I give to you and you are going to like it, are we fucking clear?” he asks and you nod, not trusting your voice to satisfy him with an answer.

“Good” he purrs as his fingers starts to make its way down, his figure bending a bit so he could access your dripping cunt. Pushing your panties aside, Pale press his wet thumb against your swollen clit, instantly making a groan escape your mouth as your hands fly to his arms, hyper aware of his touch.

Slowly, he starts to rub it, a smirk on his face as his eyes watch your face, seeing how his simple touch is already making you melt under him. When his middle finger starts to ease into you, your walls clench already eager for more of it, getting the message, he inserts one more, curling them on your inside and hitting your sweet spot.

“R-right there” you stutter, pleasure ripping through your veins. And without answering, Pale continues to hit it every time he curls his fingers before taking them off your hole as his thumb continues the lazy pace on your clit, the pressure not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you wetter as you feel you juices coating his fingers more and more, until he is finally capable of inserting one more of his thick fingers - which were about one and a half of yours each - in your greedy cunt. The only sound despite your moans and whimpers filling the room is the sloopy sound of your pussy being filled and then emptied.

When Pale thinks you’re ready, he takes his fingers away placing them in his mouth and eroticly cleaning them up until there is no trace of your juices on it. “You’re taste just as good as you fucking smell” he says causing you to clench on nothing, aroused by his praise.

He walks to you and adjust your figure on the couch, making you stay on all fours as his weight push the top of it down just behind you. Keeping one hand in your waist, Pale guides his thick cock to your folds, running it up and down coating it with your juices before placing its tip against your hole.

As he eases into you, impossibly stretching and filling you, you start to be unsure if he’ll really fit, it seems like his dick will rearrange all your insides, but his moans and loud breaths encourage you to relax. “Fuckfuck, your pussy is so tight, I bet no one touched in a while” he gritts through his teeth, and you nod, aware it was true.

When his erection is finally completely inside of you, he stays still for awhile giving you the necessary time to adjust to his size, but you eagerness doesn’t comply with his action and before you can stop yourself, you squeeze his cock with your pussywalls a sign for him to start moving. Your action makes a groan fill you ears as his hands close harder on your skin and as he starts to slowly push back, keeping only his tip inside of you, before slamming it hard back inside. Just this one action makes you aware that it was true what he had said, Pale was going to ruin you for any other man.

He sets a merciless pace, filling you up completely and hitting your cervix again and again, as his balls hit your clit and his stomach hits your ass roughly making it red and reducing you to a mess of cries for more and moans.

And even though it seemed impossible he gives it to you, the slap slap of his skin becoming louder as his cock gets in and out in an inhuman pace, his sweat falling on your back as yours accumulated on your hairline, the effort of standing on your hands and knees as he pounded into you becoming too much by the second, as your orgasm starts to get closer.

When it finally hits, your mouth drops open as your eyes close, and your walls clench milking his cock and making him cum. The time seems to stand still as you are completely aware of every inch inside of you, of the way his hot big load mix with your own release, of how tight his hands are gripping you - which will probably bruise - and just how satisfied you are.

“See slut? I made you cum, bet you’re snob husband never did and now you will need me all the fucking time to fill you up this good, aren’t you?” his hoarse voice from the orgasm declares and you whisper a ‘yes’ knowing he was fucking right.

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The event is ending and you are once again with your husband, his arm around your waist bringing Pale’s grip on it to your mind, but nothing in your appearance gives what you did away and since Jack was too busy talking business or whatever, he hadn’t noticed your disappearance.

“Before we go, love, I want you to meet the new manager of our franchise” Jack’s annoying voice gets you out of your head and you politely nod, faking a smile as he guides you to one of the hundreds of people you had met tonight.

“Pale, this is my wife y/n” your husband says and although your face remains neutral, the air stops in your throat as you realise how Pale knew so much about you and Jack.

The tall man turns around, face unbothered as usual as he looks at you like he had never seen you before. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you” he says taking your hand in his before giving it a quick kiss, which sets you on fire all over again.

“The pleasure is all mine. Since you are the new manager guess we’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on” you reply, a chast smile on your face as you mind wanders through all the possibilities.

#pale burn this #pale x reader #pale x you #burn this #adam driver #pale smut #request #refletction

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daisies--roses · 4 years

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MYG|Finally again (M)

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

Word count: 2,8k

Plot: You're seeing your Idol boyfriend Yoongi again after a long time.

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago (2018) for my (now) girlfriends 20ths birthday, I really forgot about this :3

It was the time of the year. You had written your exams a few weeks ago and now you were free for 1 and a half months.

You packed your things and were standing in the Check-in line in the airport. Your luggage in one hand and your passport in the other.

In your ears the voice of your genius boyfriend who was singing and rapping in a equally beautiful voice.

With every single step you took your heart hammered louder in your chest.

The last time you saw him was like a faded memory. It was on his last holiday months ago. He was in your apartment for a week and left afterwards but you weren't satisfied with that visit. You had work to do for your classes and your job. You went out a few times but you wanted more of him than you got.

You missed him incredibly much. You really wanted to feel his arms around you and his head on your shoulder while you both laid on his bed. You wanted to cuddle with him and kiss his little cute nose afterwards he would scrunch it and you would laugh at his reaction.

But not just your chest was getting hotter your core was aching for him. You loved him for who he was but god he could do so many things to bring you the euphoric feeling no one could ever got close to. How his hands went between your thighs or hold your hips in their place because he wants to taste you firstly. Or the time he couldn't take his hands off of you and fingered you right there under the table while you were eating dinner with your friends.

You shuddered because of these memories and your core got wetter every time you remembered another time you made love to each other.

You were the next in line and smiled instantly when the woman started to ask you your name and your passport.

"Hi I'm Y/N, flying to Moskau and than Seoul."

She smiled friendly "Please lay your luggage on the scale." after checking the score on the scale she gave you your things back and wished you a save flight.

You would spend more than half a day traveling to see the love of your life. You wished that it would take a small amount of time but you lived in the different side of the world.

But this would end next year when you graduate. You didn't plan anything yet but you knew that you want to live with him till the end of your time. You need him next to you. Thats why you don't want to waste any second without him after your graduation.

While listening to his new music you went into the plane. Two flights were awaiting you but you were content because you would see him again.

In the other side of the world your boyfriend was sleeping after a long night of getting some music done before you were coming. He wanted to end everything because he wanted to spend every second with you. He planed your days out.

You were there for 4 weeks and he would work at home in the mornings and than spend the rest of the day with you, his beautiful girlfriend that he loved and cared for.

He woke up after a long time and wrote you a little message before he started to get his apartment ready for you. He knew how much you loved a specific blanket on the couch and how much you hated to have any kind of insects in the apartment. Taking many things under consideration he took his time to get a perfect atmosphere for you and him.

You couldn't wish a better boyfriend than him and you appreciate him everyday in your life.

You were landing in Moskau in a few minutes. You would spend a couple of hours in the airport and than take the other plane to Seoul where he would pick you up.

You were smiling because you would see him again in like 11 hours again. You would feel his warmth and hear his laugh again. You missed his eyes on you and his breath on your skin.

You weren't the only one who missed every single strand of your hair or your little mole under your eye. He missed every little thing and he couldn't wait to take you in his arms.

Finally you were sitting on your last flight. It would take you another 8 hours to reach Seoul but you were going to be there faster because you were to exited to really feel this 8 hours of flight.

Tha landing took another few minutes. You were packing fastly and couldn't contain any more feelings of excitement. You would see him in a few minutes.

Yoongi wasn't any different. He waited on the doors with a black basecap and black clothes. He wore the parfum you liked and the bracelet you gave him on your last anniversary. He smiled silently thinking about you coming through this doors to be in his arms.

Taking the last peace of your luggage you walked fastly through the airport. You saw the doors and breathed in and out a few times before going out. The light was brighter than you were comfortable with but your eyes adjusted quickly.

You got going and looked through the crowd of waiting people. Your eyes searched for the pale, handsome male dressed in black. He send you a picture of his outfit so you would find him quicker.

Going out of the gates you stayed still for a couple of seconds till your eyes landed on this handsome man who was your longtime boyfriend. Taking big steps to make it faster to him and trying not to humiliate yourself in front of the other people because you wouldn't be a klutz if you didn't stumble.

You got to him in a record time and let go of your luggage to jump into his open arms. Your legs wrapped around his torso and your head on the crook of his neck.

"God, I missed you so much Baby." he took your scent in and held you tightly in his arms.

"I missed you too Yoongi. So freaking much." you smiled when his eyes meet yours. His grin spreading with every other second you spend in his arms.

"I wanna kiss you right now baby, but I know that I won't stop if I start so lets get going."

You giggled after his statement and jumped down. He took your luggage and you took his hand in yours.

Sitting in the car you let go of his hand because he needed to drive but Yoongi didn't want to lose contact thats why he laid his hand on your thigh. "You hungry baby?"

"Not really, we got something on the plane so I'm fine. But I need a bed and my boyfriend to cuddle in it if you have that I'll be happy."

Yoongi laughed at your wish "I have what you want and more baby." he tightened his grip on your thighs a bit and loosened it afterwards.

With his little gesture you felt how your woman part got tighter and you wished that he planned to make love to you at his apartment.

His hand stayed the whole ride on your thighs skimming it up and down. Getting closer to your core and in the next second getting closer to you knee. Ever time he got closer on your wetness you held your breath and wished for more but he just grinned and drove his car.

Parking in his garage you got out of the car immediately and opened the back. Taking out your luggage you smiled tightly at him. "Take my keys and get the door baby. I'll take it from here."

Nodding you took his keys and went to his door. The building was high on security and no one couldn't enter without the knowledge of the owners. You went on the elevator together and got off on thr 13th floor. It was just his apartment on this floor that's why no one could enter it without a card.

Opening the door to his apartment you stepped in slowly. You took of your shoes and started to light up the room till you heard your luggage falling over because yoir boyfriend just let it go. You turned around and stared at him. "What's wrong?"

He took little steps towards you while he was grinning. "I hope you got enough sleep on the plane Baby."

"I slept for a few hours but why would you-" you couldn't finish your sentence because in the next second you were trapped against a wall and your boyfriend. His eyes hindering you to say anything else.

"You'll need that energy Baby. You're gonna need all of it." he kissed you cheeks and smiled innocently "I promise that."

Looking straight into his eyes you didn't see his hands finding the hem of your Hoodie. You felt him pull the ends of it. He neared your ears and nibbled on them. "My apartment is warm enough Baby. Let's take this off."

Nodding you held your arms up and he took your hoodie off. You were wearing a black under it which showed a but of cleavage. Your hoodie went flying through the room

He licked his lips and got to work. His lips pressing kisses on your neck and going down on your cleavage. Staying above your top line and making you frustrated because he stops right where you want him to be.

His hands are not staying still either. Touching your sides and getting down on your thighs. Grasping them tightly and massaging them in a way you could never imagine felt that good.

You moaned euphoric and felt his smirk on your skin. "You like me handling you rougher than in our previous activities?"

You nodded with closed eyes and an open mouth. "Don't nod baby. Tell me what you want. How should I handle you baby?"

Your voice was hoarse because of the whole thing but you could gave a little sound out. "Rougher please."

"The princess gets what she wants." with this statement he took your thighs in his hands "Jump up princess."

Yoi jumped on him and wrapped your legs up his torso and your arms around his neck. "Can you make me get a little bit hotter baby? You can do anything you want till we get to my bedroom."

"Yes." you started to kiss jawline and took your lips slowly and painfully down to his earlobes. Nibbling on them you started to rub your body up and down on his body. Your hands gettinf tangled in his hair while you kissed his neck down to his collarbone.

His jeans got tighter with every move you made. He contained a groan after you pressed your core a few times on his dick under his jeans. Your hand pulling on his hair and the other going down his clothed chest.

He walked slower as you started to try and open his belt with one hand. Getting frustrated with every other second you couldn't do it he smirked and let you be for a few minutes till he opened his door and laid you on his bed.

Looking straight in your eyes he opened is belt and his jeans. His sweater foloowed afterwards and he was standing with just his boxers in front of you. "Get up baby and take off your clothes while I'm watching."

Obeying what he wanted you started to strip while he sat down with oben legs on the bed. His hawk eyes watching every move you make. Gulping down a few times when you took you little time taking things off. Licking his lips with every leaving clothes. "Get your bra off too baby. I want to see your beautiful breasts."

You did as he told and went to his front. He looked you up and down before he took your arm and laid you on the bed. "You" he kissed your neck "are" he went down to your collarbone "perfect" taking your nipple in his mouth he sucked on it and massaged with his hand the other one.

You moaned loudly when he bit your nipple and gave the same amount of love to the other one. He than went down with his free hand to your inner thighs. Groping hardly and leaving a few hand marks. You whimpered after that and he kissed one last time both breasts. He looked at you and grinned. "I'm gonna make you a whimpering mess after a few minutes baby, just wait."

You thought that your core was wet enough after the playing on the wall but it was nothing after he started taking his sweet little time exploring it with his fingers.

One hand kneeled your butt and the other rubbed your core over your slip. He rubbed it in circles and got faster and slower with a few seconds difference. You moaned and whimpered. Your body getting closer to the orgasm with every circle and every kneeling.

You getting louder and louder even if he didn't get started on the rhing he had planed yet. "You're gonna cum for me baby? You gonna make me happy and coum for my just by rubbing your clit? Make me happy princess. Cum for me."

You moaned one last time and your body shuddering and shrinking under his skillful hands. Breathing heavily you looked at him. With an open mouth you licked your lips." Are you a good girl baby? Do you deserve more of this?"

"Yes."

"Than let me give you more baby. Let me make sure you remember this night even when I'm not next to you anymore. Remember this and touch yourself when I'm gone baby."

You nodded and Yoongi got up on your eye level. "You wanna make me remember too baby?"

"Yes, I want you to remember me and get off to me."

He groaned and started to kiss your lips aggressively. His hands roaming on your sides and grabbing your butt or your breast to make you moan and get his tongue in you. Fighting for dominance with your tongues which you give to him easily. Suckling on your upper lip and biting your under lip.

He groans as you can't take it anymore and your hands makes contact with his crotch. You rub your hand through his boxers and get him to moan between your kisses. He loves how you try to take control of the situation. But he knows that you'll never have it.

You take your hand in his boxers and rub his tip with your thump. Licking your lips and his in the process. He let's you take control and gets on his back. "Do whatever you want baby. I'm yours."

Grinning you get down and took off his boxers. His dick springing out for you to get it in your mouth. Your tongue swirling around the tip for a few rounds. Your getting it down your throat till you chocke a little bit.

Yoongi holding your hair in his hands and controlling the tempo of your blowjob. He groans as he speeds up with his hands. Gagging a few times because he gets too deep into your throat.

Afterwards he let's go of your hair and gives you the control again but you got other plan. You get him rilled up till he gets as close as he can to his orgasm. But you stop than. You earn a groan and cussing. "What the hell baby. Why the fuck would you stop?"

You got up on his level and he looks disapproving "Get down there and finish what you started."

You shake your head and smirk. "Be patient baby. I know what I'm doing."

After your statement he looks amused and gives you a heads up.

Smirking you take your slip off and take a condom of his drawer. You take it on his dick and open up your clit with one of your fingers. Getting in and out beforehand with one finger and than two fingers.

Yoongi watching you with lust full eyes. Fingering and stretching your clit for his enormous dick. He watches you and his dick gets harder every second.

You get your fingers out with a moan and position yourself on him. You get down slowly and wait a few seconds till you're comfortable enough to ride him the way he wants.

Fast and hard. Thats what he wants. Thats what you want and thats what you both get.

His dick goes in and out of your clit. You're listening to skin getting on skin. His loud breathing and groans. Your moaning and whimpering everytime you feel his tip deeply in your vagina.

Your neighbors hearing both of you moaning, whimpering, groaning and screaming your names till there comes nothing anymore.

Till you only hear yours and his steady breathing between little snors when you fall in a deep sleep.

#bts fanfiction #bangtan #bts au #yoongi scenarios #bangtan yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi au #Smut #Bts smut #Idol!yoongi #Yoongi smut

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oberynmartell · 4 years

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mornings are for coffee and contemplation

The first time Flip Zimmerman woke up with you in his arms, with your warm body laid half on top of his and the smell of your sweet shampoo in his nose, he decided that mornings were the best part of his life with you.

He liked the way you pressed against him, either on your side, with your head resting softly on his shoulder, or with your back to him, his arms enveloping you to his chest, your bare legs tangled with his. There was nothing like waking up to find the sun already slanting in through the shuttered windows and knowing he’d been sleeping too well to be awoken by his faulty internal clock.

His favourite was when he awoke to find you lying right there on his bare chest, your belly pressed right up against his, your head on his chest like you had fallen asleep listening to how his heart beat for you, and he didn’t know if you had crawled there all by yourself or if he had pulled you up there in the middle of the night.

Sometimes Flip held onto you so tight that sometimes he wondered if he was hurting you. But you never complained, never once. Even when he came home from a long day of work or a particularly brutal mission and fucked you six ways to Sunday, gripping you so tight he was sure he left bruises on your hips, when he pushed your legs up over his shoulders and made your thighs sore and your back cramp. No, you just gave him the same soft smile as always, pulling him down by the ears to press his lips to yours so you could give him the same soft kisses as always.

There were mornings when Flip though he could lay there forever, just feeling your sleepy little breaths tickling his skin, watching the way your eyes fluttered every once in a while.

But other times— there were more pressing needs to attend to.

Flip wakes up so hard he is aching, his cock pressed between the cloth of his sweatpants and the smooth curve of your ass, a prison he'd gladly spend the rest of his life in. Your head is pillowed against the firm muscle of his arm, his free hand draped around your hips to keep you close. The shirt you wore, his shirt, is clutched tight in his fist, as though even in his sleep he sought you out.

He can feel the effervescent warmth of an orgasm fade away gently, showing that he had been grinding against you in his sleep, must have been rutting messily against your ass like a teenager chasing his first orgasm. He couldn't blame his unconscious self too much though, not when you were so soft against him.

Your skin is so smooth beneath his palms, pore-less and without the marring of scars or the smattering of moles you had long ago confessed to loving so much. All he wants is to bed his face against your skin and inhale, to drag his tongue over you until he could memorise the taste of your sweet soap, your sweat, your perfume, whatever natural scent your skin gave off that always had you smelling so goddamn good.

Flip frowns, ready to roll out of bed and palm himself off in the bathroom, take care of himself before you woke up so that you two could go to the farmer's market and have a nice breakfast, could read the paper together over your eggs and plan the rest of your day.

But then you're moving, rolling your hips experimentally, thrusting back against him like you know exactly what you’re doing to him. He groans, stills your hips with a hand, never tiring of the thrill that goes through him every time he sees the way his big hand seems to envelop your entire hipbone.

He nuzzles his head against the side of your neck, feeling you stir as his lips kiss along the column of your neck. You moan, still half asleep, and you catch his attention when you breath out his name in a little moan. “Flip...”

Your hand reaches down to thread your fingers through his. You pull his big palm up against your belly so that he can ruck up your nightshirt and slip his hand beneath, his fingers sliding indolently along the plain of bare flesh that he loves to kiss.

You aren’t wearing underwear, you never do when you sleep, and his hand slips between your legs without preamble. He grins when he finds you already wet for him, his ego swelling at the idea that just his hands on you had turned you on so much.

“Flip.” You breathe, needy, waking up more and more each time he strokes his long fingers over your soft cunt. “That feels...You feel so..." It's like you can't choose a word, can't describe how it feels to wake up to a hard cock and a hard man, only one of which is ever soft for you.

"Good.” You finally settle on, rolling your hips back against him, and his smile widens.

He groans, buries his face in your sleep-mussed hair, nosing at the place between your neck and shoulder where his tongue darts out to lick across your skin. He pulls your shirt over your head, fingers skating up your side to palm your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers and growling when you push your chest further into his hands.

You throw back your hips like you did those nights you dragged him out to that club downtown, where more often than not you ended your nights on your knees in the back bathroom or with his fingers stuffed inside you on the drive back.

You're fully awake now and aching just as badly as he is, and it feels like years since you've had him inside you, since you've felt him fill you so nicely.

“I want you.” You breathe and the words thrill him. You feel his rough fingers skitter over your clit as he moves you against him, taking control of your body as he knew you liked, just the right amount of roughness in his grip.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Flip promises, likes the way you always preen under the weight of his pet names. “I've got you.”

He lifts your leg and drapes it over his, his cock nudging lazily against your core as he moves, but you push him away, chuckling gently at the confusion that passes over his face. He pulls away at once and you love him for it, love that even when he's so hard he's leaking, even when he's so desperate for you that his chest is heaving and his eyes are flinty, that he's willing to pull away without question.

But as you always tell him, over the meals he clumsily cooks for you or when you climb into his lap after a long day at work, when you whisper the words to him at night when you know he's just pretending to sleep so that you'd whisper sweet words to him or when he takes you dancing even though you know he hates the noise and the crowds, you would always want him.

You feel yourself growing wetter at the thought of what he would have done if you weren't here. Was he going to have touched himself? Was he going to have thought of you? You both knew the answer, and it sent little thrills through you like electric shocks.

"Not like that, honey." You pant, breath ragged, feeling his cock bob against your lower back. "I want to look at you when you make me come."

The words make heat roil through him, the pink that crawled up his neck and filled the the tips of his ears making you smile at him, all sunshine and brightness, sweeter than anything he had ever seen. Flip pushes down his sweatpants and kicks them off, feeling you turn in his arms so you can shimmy his shirt up over his head.

He loves you naked, wishes that he could have that way all the time, and he does his very best to. Each night he comes home to you and finds you watching that evening talk show that makes you laugh or sticking a plate in the oven for him and you bounce to your feet to greet him with a kiss. By the time you drape your arms around his broad shoulders he's already tugging at the zipper of your pullover— that old police academy thing that was two sizes too small for him now— and working at your jeans, fingers sliding beneath your shirt to work at unclasping the snaps of your bra.

Theres nothing he likes more than your bare skin sliding against his, than watching the flush of your cheeks corve down your neck and across your chest, than feeling your flesh go tacky when you work up a sweat, when he makes you work up a sweat.

He's all firm muscle and hard plains, bulk and sinew, so broad and strong that it makes your mouth water every time he slips of his plaid shirts or toes off those jeans that show off his long legs so nice. He’s so strong that even without his gun or the sharp steel dagger he thinks you don’t know about, hidden behind the nightstand, you feel safe with him. Like he can shield you from the world with that broad back of his.

After what feels like hours of pulling at clothes and tugging at long underwear, once again you curse the Colorado winters for forcing you to sleep with clothes on at all, you're finally back in his arms, besieging his chest and trembling stomach with warm, open mouthed kisses.

Your lips are a goddamn dream, and he says as much, earning a teasing lick down the numerous ridges of his muscular belly.

Flip rolls you under him, grinning as you spread your legs wide for him, as you brush the dark hair from his eyes so he can look at you, can kiss you proper, as he's been aching to from the very first moment his eyes fluttered open that morning.

You love the way his skin feels against yours, all warm and soft and bared to you, only you. When be’s sandwiched you between his body and the bed like he is now you can feel every sigh, every moan, every shiver that drags through him, and you know that when he finally comes— when you make him come— you’ll be able to feel his orgasm ripple through every inch of his big body. Just the thought makes you flush, and Flip can’t help but fix you with that lopsided grin of his when the redness curls across your chest like a stole draped over your shoulders.

He kisses you long and deep, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip as his big palms reach down to cup one of your breasts, working your nipple between thumb and forefinger, pressing just hard enough to make you a little bit dizzy.

If you have morning breath your detective makes no mention of it, just presses his lips to yours and drinks down the moans you offer once his long fingers have returned to their proper place between your legs. He touches you as he has a thousand times before, but it might as well be the first time, for you're coming apart already and he's barely touched you, and that makes his ego flutter.

"Christ." he curses, feeling you clench around the fingers he pushes into you. He'll never get used to this, the way you tremble beneath him, the way your body slots perfectly against his. Like it was made for him, like you were made for him.

Part of him wants to take his time with you, wants to unravel you, to unspool you inch by inch until you were a trembling ball of pure want. But the other part was desperate for release, desperate for you. To have you as he did now, your arms winding around his broad shoulders, your legs draping loosely over his hips.

So Flip settles for a happy medium.

He fills you to the hilt in one smooth stroke, makes you jolt against him as though you had just been shocked. The silence of morning is broken by the moan that tears from you, loud and lewd, the most beautiful music he’s ever heard. Then he kisses you slow, lets his tongue explore your mouth languidly, lets your head tip back against the pillows as he gives you a moment of respite from the dull pain between your thighs.

You look so beautiful, even with your hair a mess from tossing and turning during the night, even with your cheek lined from the creases of his pillow. He wishes he had a camera, wishes he had his own darkroom, so only he'd be able to look at the photos he took of you, all splayed out and blissful and grinning from the way his cock filled you.

He knows you're ready when your arms tighten around his shoulders and your moans lilt higher, longer. He rolls his hips, stretching your thighs further apart and nestling himself between them, falling into the cradle of your hips.

He wants to be so deep in you that you can feel him in your belly, in your throat, and you’re more than happy to indulge him, more than happy to stretch your legs around his hips and cling to him like a vine against the trunk of a tall tree.

He was big, so big, and you love to feel his weight on top of you, hips slamming into you, bruising you, claiming you like no one ever has. You love when he makes you come, love when you roll away from him and you can feel the twitch of the muscles in the backs of your thighs, the clench of your abs, the burning running down the curve of your throat. But whatever soreness, whatever great exertion you feel, you'd never give it up.

Flip kisses you, sloppy and languid and warm. You can feel his tongue following the curve of your teeth, his lips pursing slightly as he pulls away to spit in your mouth, allowing you a moment of respite to swallow it down. He looks down at you, eyes so deep and dark you think you might be able to drown in them if you wanted to, if he wanted you to, and you know he’s waiting so you by do as you're told and swallow it down, sticking your tongue out, begging for more.

Flip sets a grueling pace that you’re more than happy to keep pace with, until the sound of his hips slapping against yours grows louder than the birdsong that drifts in from outside, until its all that he can hear, all that he wants to hear, provided those sultry moans of yours are part of the deal too.

He takes hold of your legs and hauls them up over his strong shoulders, opening you up to a position that has both your moans lilting through the air like a song. He wishes he could memorise you like this, on your back, legs spread. What a sight to see first thing in the morning, he thought. He can’t believe he spent so many mornings without this, without you.

He never wants to spend another one like that again, and the ring he’s hidden in a balled up pair of hiking socks in his bottom drawer proves that. But he’s waiting for a better time, the perfect time. Doesn’t want to ask you to marry him when his spit is still shining on your tits, making your nipples look like pink diamonds, when he’s balls deep inside you.

“F-f...” You grit out. He wonders if you were going to curse or say his name, but the effect is still the same.

He kisses you again, rubs his nose against yours teasingly, and you huff out a laugh. He loves your laugh, loves that even when you laugh at him theres not an ounce of malice in your voice.

Your hand fists in the back of his long hair, gripping hard, tight enough to make him growl against your lips. Liking his reaction, you do it again, smile widening at the way he shifts to slam into you harder, jerking your body fully, liking the way your small tits bounce, and the pain mingled with the pleasure to make the feel of being inside you only better.

“Fuck.” You say, each syllable drawn out by your moans. He lets his cock slide almost completely out of you, pushes back in, slow, so agonisingly slow, dragging against every ridge, every nerve, every soft edge of you.

“Don’t—“ You gasp. “Don’t stop. Flip please, don’t stop.“

He spits on his long fingers together and lowers his hand to rub them over your exposed flesh, finding your clit with a precision that would make you smile if your mouth wasn’t so busy seeking out his.

His gaze is scorching as your moans lilt higher, overcome by his touch, by the way he presses down firmly on your body. Flip can feel the way your long fingernails bite into the flesh of his shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood, and he thinks he’d be happy to wear any scar you’ve given to him.

He’s happy, so happy, and he wishes he could live in this moment forever, could fuck you forever— for he always thought you were perfect, but when he had taken you to bed that very first time and found that you liked it just as rough as he did— he knew you were.

“Fuck.” he groans, crowding you against the bed, his sweaty body pressing you down, making your skin flush as though you had spent the day in the sun.

Your fingers twist around his nipples, pinching, pulling, clawing at his bare chest. He moans your name so loudly that you can feel it ring in your ears for a moment afterwards, the depth of his voice so gravely that it has you shivering, gooseflesh breaking out over the bare arms you've knotted around him.

You pull him back down toward you, legs slipping down from his shoulders. You liked the position just fine, more than fine. In fact it made you want to scream at the top of your lungs at how good it felt, but you didn't think your neighbors— who had called the cops on you twice before, what an awkward conversation that had been when Flip returned to the precinct— would like that very much. But you just wanted to kiss him again, an insatiable hunger growing in your belly, sated only by the feel of his plush lips sliding against yours as you pulled him down to you.

Your orgasm comes upon you so quickly that you barely have time to choke out a warning before your back is arching off the bed, your hips tilting even further forward, so that Flip is buried so deep inside you that he swear he can see the impression of his cock beneath the hand he's placed on your belly.

You go tight as a balled fist around his cock, and he moans loud enough to be heard through the thick plaster walls, like when he lifts too heavy of a weight or the very few times in his life when Flip has been socked in the gut.

Flip carries you through it, he always does, but it's not long before he's coming right after you, his orgasm slamming into him with the force of a blow. He moans loud, always so loud. Loud enough that your neighbors wonder if he's hurt, if they should knock on the door and ask if everything's alright. But the answering sound of a headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall and the call of a woman's name is answer enough, and Mrs. Horowitz only blushes and turns the radio louder.

"Flip!" You cry, feeling his weight push down on top of you, his palms somehow cupping your breast and your arse at the same time. "Oh God— Philip!"

You only said his full name when you were stern, which was hardly ever, like his mom had done all those years ago when he was a kid. Or when you were teasing him, when you were only playing at being serious, until you had him smiling like a fool at the sound of his own fuckin’ name even when you were nowhere around, even when other people said it, without your sweet smiles or hungry lips coming up to catch his.

But his favourite time to hear you say it, to say anything really, was now. When he's balls deep in you, when his sweat was on your skin and you were glowing from it, when your lips were swollen from kissing him so much, and his back is aching from the marks you made when you raked your fingers down his skin.

"I love you." he breath, whispers your name, kisses you lazily. "God, I love you."

You grin up at him, looking like the subject of one of those Renaissance paintings he had always loved, with your hair splayed out over his pillows, your expression all blissful as your body gives out beneath him, too tired to even wrap yourself around him anymore.

"What a way to start the morning." You grin, using the last of your energy to lean up and kiss him.

He rolls you over, careful not to slip out of you, smiling to himself as he feels your cunt clench weakly around his cock as he shifts, until you're laying face to face. You run your fingers lazily through his hair, pulling him close. "I love you."

He looks over his shoulder at the clock ticking away on his nightstand, squinting to read the spinning hands. "Only six twenty." he said, as though reading your mind. He pulls you into his arms, wincing as he finally pulls out of you, pleased to feel the wetness between your legs as you wind them through his. "Plenty of time to sleep."

You nod, your eyes already half lidded, your hips pushing gently against his. "Plenty of time for other things too."

You were gonna kill him one day, he thought. But if he died laid in your arms or nestled between your legs, then it would be a death he'd be happy to have.

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paris with taehyung : 2

chapter 1 link here

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: romance; pure fluff and smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader x idol!taehyung ; established relationship

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s just been far too long since he’d seen her, he would practically do anything. even if it’s abrupt—like buying a one-way ticket for her to travel halfway across the world without telling her. night(s) spent at a fancy hotel might simply be the perfect way to make up for what they’ve lost in the months they’ve been apart.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.7k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a glimpse of dom!taehyung; dirty talk; teasing

it was kim taehyung singing in the shower.

he seemed to be practising his high notes in the shower, waking every single guest in this hotel building. of course, he didn’t dare to sing like this on stage, in public. only when you were there, he would unleash who he really was, the really quirky and dorky kim taehyung. you sighed and rolled your eyes with a smile, although he wasn’t there to see it.

“hey taehyunggie,” you called out as you slid off the bed to stand outside the bathroom door. “i think the entire hotel can hear you.”

“good,” he yelled back, deep voice echoing off the marble in the shower and out the door to you. “maybe jimin might be able to hear me next door.”

“he’s here?” you raised your eyebrows in surprise and pressed your cheek against the mahogany door of the bathroom.

the downpour of water was brought to a halt. you heard a low groan of the shower door being pushed open.

“the entire bangtan is here, silly.” you heard him chuckle in the bathroom.

“if you don’t come out soon,” you wanted to test the waters a little by teasing taehyung, since his members were living under the same roof as you two. “i think i’ll have to spend the night with jin.”

at that, the wooden door abruptly opened, causing you to stumble forward and into the bare chest of taehyung. you pressed your palms to his chest, not daring to look down. a strong wave of jasmine from the shampoo hit you as soon as your bodies collided. once you felt the material of a towel brush your thigh, you exhaled through your nose in relief.

he wasn’t fully naked.

“what’d you say?” the corner of his lips crooked up into a smirk. his toned arms circled around your waist for support and kept you from falling down to the ground.

“i said,” you cleared your throat. a sudden rush of audacity rushed through your system. slowly, you run your hands up his chest to his neck, eyes catching the way his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. “that if you don’t hurry, you can find me in seokjin’s room.”

under your fingertips, you feel the warm and tender crevices of his skin. he wasn’t the most muscular man, but he had lean muscles here and there from the physical demand of dancing. you looked up and gazed into his eyes. you could tell he was trying to hide his arousal, and he was doing a great job at it.

“jin, huh?” his eyes narrowed, grinning devilishly. “what on earth would you be doing with him?”

“i don’t know,” you said with obvious, false indifference. “things i would be doing with you, maybe.”

“is that so?” taehyung hooked his fingers through the belt of your silk robe, the grin of a devil still hanging by his lips.

“why,” you taunted him further, a wide smile playing by your lips. “jealous?”

he snapped his teeth playfully at you, giggling right after. taehyung tugged you close to him and into an embrace once again. before you could react, his lips adhered onto the skin behind your ear and you fought the urge to moan. his lips left wet marks as he trailed down the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. you rested your hand on his collarbone, gripping it while you tilted your head to the side to give him access to the stretch of skin by the crook of your neck.

the sounds of your progressively heavy breathing combined with his were interrupted by the ding of the bell.

“that better be room service,” he said, low like a growl. “as much as i’m starving for you, love, i’m hungrier for food.”

with that, taehyung escaped into the bathroom to shove on some clothes. you had to clench your thighs shut as his words took effect in your system. you were suddenly cold without his warmth. a rush of hormones coursed through your body while the ghost of his lips and his touch haunted you. you breathe in deeply and exhale to calm your vicious state of mind.

a plain, white t-shirt and flannel pyjama pants was what he opted for when he brushed past you to get to the front door of your suite. you leaned by the divider between the living room and the bedroom with your arms crossed, expecting a whole cart of food to arrive.

you were unable to hear the words exchanged between the hotel staff and taehyung except for the multiple thank you’s after he was given the tray of food. he held the tray with both hands, a content smile plastered on his face as he peered down at the tray.

making him happy was easy because he was so easily satisfied, even with the smallest of things. such as the single stalk of rose that was placed in a mini vase right beside the plate of food he was given.

he brought the tray to the bed instead of the table in the sitting room like you would have guessed. he sat on the side of the bed that wasn’t crumpled, the side where you hadn’t occupied yet.

you crawled up the bed to join him by his side. the smell of roast steak drifted up your nostrils, along with the familiar scent of french fries. you sat down only to watch him dive right into his meal as if he didn’t eat for weeks.

while he ate, you continued with your drawing, making sure that you held the cover up so he couldn’t see it.

“what are you drawing?” he asked, as you’d predicted he would.

“something,” you mumbled, shading the hair of your drawing.

“did you know—“ he reached forward to swipe a finger across your bottom lip. “—that you always have that tongue of yours under your teeth when you’re concentrating?”

“no, i didn’t know that.” you shook your head, looking up to see him smiling at you.

“it’s cute,” he cracked a small laugh.

you hid your embarrassment by grinning and glancing away from his intense gaze.

“please tell me what you’re drawing,” his lips formed a pout and his eyes became wide with plea.

“when i’m done,” you muttered. “i promise.”

“are you drawing a portrait?” he shoved a piece of steak in his mouth, chewing it loudly, as he normally would.

he took a fry and popped it in your mouth to which you willingly ate.

you nodded wordlessly while the sounds of pencil scrapes filled the room. discreetly, you flash a look at the current state his hair, still damp from the shower he just took. your eyes noted the details, your fingers around the pencil executing what you saw.

taehyung was a fast eater. he gobbled everything down without a single word exchanged between the both of you. instead of leaving the empty plates on the bed, you watched him take the tray outside to the sitting area once he was done, so your bed wouldn’t smell like food for the whole night. he knew the both of you would hated it if it did, even if it didn’t bother any of you right now.

he paused to pick up the stem of rose that was on the tray between his fingers. he ambled his way back to the bed, body swaying lazily in a rhythm he set in his own head.

“are you finished with your drawing?”

“no, tae,” you sighed, your hand already aching from the amount of shading you were doing. “not just yet.”

“just let me know when you’re finished,” he stretched his arms. an adorable sound that resembled a puppy emitted from his lips, a paradox to his usual deep rumble.

the corners of your lips lifted just a little. “i will.”

“oh yeah,” he made his way toward you and held out the rose as an offering. “this is for you, my love.”

“thank you,” your smile widened, taking the rose from him and setting it down beside you.

you heard his footsteps pad their way to the bathroom, not bothering too much about it.

taehyung was always lost in his own little world when you yourself were busy doing your own thing and paying him no attention. one second he would be looking out the window, and then he would be snuggling beside you in the other. now he was in the bathroom, probably getting ready for bed.

he wandered out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth while he held his phone on one hand.

“i’m going to play music,” he mumbles with a mouth filled with toothpaste.

once again, you nodded absent-mindedly. familiar lyrics and beats began to play softly in the background. it was taehyung’s playlist. you knew he’d always loved songs that were acoustic and downbeat.

you hummed softly to the music, now working on taehyung’s irises in your drawing.

the bed sunk down on one side as his weight settled next to you once again a few minutes later. he was swift with his actions so he managed to steal a glance at your drawing.

“is that me?” his eyes widened in surprise.

you froze in shock for a second but then you realised it wasn’t that a big of a deal. yet your heart pounded against your chest and your teeth nibbled down on your bottom lip. “it is.”

he took the book from your hands, eyes scanning over the drawing of himself.

you took a moment to observe him in a state that he’s unaware you were looking at him.

no picture, no drawing or painting could ever recreate what you could see right in front of your eyes. he was a masterpiece in itself. his beauty, the perfect proportion of his facial features. his angular jawline and cheekbones, sharp and soft in all the right places. his tan skin, his full lips, his defined eyebrows. the enchanting sight of him never failed to intoxicate the human eye, men and women alike.

“this is amazing,” he breathed. “you even got the mole under my nose,” he flipped the drawing over to show you where he was pointing, at the tiny little detail you added.

your lip couldn’t seem to escape your teeth, even as you smiled sneakily at him. you covered your face with a hand. you were rarely embarrassed in front of taehyung, except now. he seemed to notice, smiling even wider now as he saw your expression.

“ai, y/n,” he cooed, reaching over to you to cup your face with his large hands teasingly. “don’t be shy.”

“stop it,” you clicked your tongue pushed his hands away.

he laughed with his head thrown back. “what other things have you drawn besides my beautiful face––” he mused, flipping through the pages before pausing on a specific one. “aigoo, yeontan is here!”

you glanced at the drawing of his dog adoringly and felt an ache in your chest. this one, you added colour so it looked more realistic compared to just a simple pencil sketch. you missed that little rascal and it’s barely been a day since you last saw him. you couldn’t imagine what it was like for taehyung to be apart from his little furry son for so long.

“ah, i miss him so much.” he grazed a finger lightly across the drawing. his eyes glazed over as he reminisced over his dog.

when he’s overwhelmed with emotions, he loved to let out sounds like ‘ah’ or ‘ai’ or his favourite, ‘aigoo’.

“he misses his dad too,” you rested your head on his shoulder, the both of you just staring at the picture, as if looking at the picture for an extended period of time might bring it to life.

“i miss waking up and seeing him at the foot of our bed,” he murmured and then turned to you, eyes soft and eyebrows drawn in. “i miss waking up and seeing you next to me.”

“i miss waking up next to you,” you whisper so quietly the sound barely travelled the distance between your lips and his ear.

“you better be here tomorrow morning,” he tapped your nose. “this better not be a dream.”

“you want me to pinch you?” you jolted up, suddenly excited.

he chuckled and shook his head. “you sadist,” he spat playfully and put your sketchbook to the side before gripping your wrists and pinning you against the bed. “you enjoy seeing me in pain, huh?”

you grinned and looked up at him. “admittedly, yes.”

the wicked smirk never left his face as he leaned down, blowing into your ear and making you yelp. the grip he had on your wrists made you restrained under him. he laughed darkly, sending tingles down your spine. you gave up and went completely rigid, so much he laughed.

“let go,” you sighed, smiling sadly in defeat.

“what are the magic words?” he teased.

“please?” you gave him the puppy eyed look that only he could master.

“fine,” taehyung let you go.

in that moment where his guard was down, it was your turn to tackle him. you pushed him up against the headboard, sitting up to straddle his hips as you settled your weight onto him.

he let out an ‘oof’ from the light impact of his back against the wooden surface of the headboard. you reached to the side to retrieve your sketchbook that he’d tossed the side, opening to the page where you left off and continued to shade using the pencil that you left trapped between the pages.

your face was a mere five inches from him, each detail, with the help of your contact lenses, could be seen. each pore, each subtle crease and the different shades of brown in his hair, you could see.

taehyung kept his knees up to support your back as you finished off your drawing. you felt his fingers push your bangs to the side, away from your eyes, twirling the side pieces in the process.

in one way or another, you could say he had you wrapped around his finger.

and you had him wrapped around yours.

“tell me about your day,” you said abruptly amid the silence.

“hm?” he hummed, eyes exploring your face as you drew his down.

“how was your day today?” you asked quietly, eyes never leaving your work of art.

“it was okay,” he said, unenthusiastic and forced. “i feel so drained, physically.”

you stopped drawing and looked up at him, concern lacing your features. “do you want to sleep now?”

“no, keep going,” he covered his hand over your paused one. “i don’t want to sleep tonight.”

“why on earth not?” you questioned, proceeding as he’d requested.

“because,” his eyes were fixed on you. you could sense him becoming serious and in some ways, desperate. “i want to spend every minute every second with you.”

“i’m staying for five days,” you reassured him.

“that long?” he was taken aback.

you glanced up again to see his wide eyes look at you in disbelief, lips parted.

“what about your work?” he’d always known how devoted you were to your job.

“they let me off a week,” you explain concisely. “told me i needed a break.”

“that––” taehyung slid the sketchbook out of your hands slowly. his slim fingers gripped the pages carefully as he set it down on the bedside table on your side of the bed. “––i agree with.”

you were about to protest but couldn’t as his lips found yours, his arms twisting around your waist. the cool breeze of toothpaste from him caressed the cavity of your mouth. it was a sweet sensation: the familiar mould of his lips against yours, the touches he gave your chin, your jaw, your waist.

he flipped the two of you over, immediately in a position where he was lying in between your legs. he did all this without once breaking his lips from yours. it took him years to perfect that.

“you work too hard, y/n.” he muttered between the small gap of his lips.

“i should be the one saying that,” you murmured in reply.

“i chose to go on tour,” he braced both his arms beside your head. “—well, kind of—but you, on the other hand, work your ass off because you need to for a living and you refuse any help that i can give you.”

“i know, i know.” he said before you could open your mouth to defend your choices. he shushed you, pressing an index finger against your lips. “i’m just saying,” he said. “i need to take your mind off of work.”

“i need to take yours off,” you replied and let your fingers play with his hair as he hovered above you.

“maybe you do,” his lips peppered kisses along your temple, to your forehead, your eyebrow and down to the tip of your nose.

he paused, looking up as if he’d been struck with a sudden realisation. “i completely forgot to say this but... i love you.”

“i forgot about it too,” you murmured and laughed along with him.

“it’s okay,” his shoulders shook from his chuckles. “sometimes, words don’t need to be said.”

“sometimes,” you glanced up at him, knowing what exactly was about to happen.

“sometimes,” taehyung repeated as he rested his head in the space above the crook of your shoulder. he took a long inhale of your scent. “ah, you smell so good.”

“we used the same body wash and shampoo,” you pointed out while a laugh tumbled through you.

he leaned back up to give you a smile brighter than the sun. “i missed your laugh.”

“relax,” you teased him. “it’s been five months, not five years.”

“five months too long,” he brought his lips back to yours. “it felt like a decade.”

you could feel his sudden, lingering desire thrum through you like a wave.

he began kissing your neck, finishing up what he started an hour or so ago, before room service interrupted him. a sound of pleasure left your lips when you felt his teeth sink into your skin, immediately marking you.

this was the feeling that was missing.

the insatiable need for the heat, the fervour of his grip on your wrist and your hips, of his lips on your neck. months you were deprived of it and you didn’t realise just how much you were ravenous for it. your fingers tangled in his soft hair, pulling him closer to you until his torso was pressed against yours.

“god,” he said as he broke away momentarily to catch his breath. he rested his forehead on yours. “i don’t ever want to leave you again.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you shut your eyes as the dull pain of longing emerged, stabbing at you.

right now you relished the weight of his body as it pressed against you, the pressure of his lean abdomen against yours, his erection against the inside of your thigh, his legs tangled with yours. during those long months, with the image and imagination of taehyung in between your legs from the back of your mind, your fingers became your best friend.

as if he read your mind, he whispered, “do you touch yourself when i’m away?”

you bit on your lip, eyes still closed as you let his deep voice engulf you whole. his voice, dark and sultry, sent shivers down your spine. his words drew moisture between your legs, drew thrill in your chest. he growled in response to your slow nod that was the answer to his dangerous question.

your eyes snapped open as you felt the cold air of the hotel room pierce your body.

taehyung had untied your bathrobe, exposing your body to the open of the cold hotel room. you were laid out in only your underwear right under him like his feast, his main course after his starter. if he was anybody else, you would’ve felt degraded, objectified.

but this was taehyung.

he loved you, worshipped you in ways you couldn’t explain. you knew the immense respect he held for women, for you. thus, you let him do this. you let him look at you like you were his dessert, something sweet he was one step away from savouring.

he slid the robe out from under you after slipping your arms from it, bunching the material in one hand while the other kept his body hovering above yours. “how dare you wear such a thing, when you know anyone could knock on the door and see you like this?” his voice had grown thick with demand as he roughly flung the silk to the ground.

at that, you had no idea what to say. “i––”

“you want jin to see you like this?” he questioned. he lifted himself up so he was kneeling between your legs, torso completely detached from yours. he gave you a devious, tight-lipped smirk. a warning that he was about to do something that would make you wince. “hm?”

once again, you were right. he ran a finger over your slit, making your fingers fist the satin sheets beside you and hiss out from the contact. “fuck.”

“tell me, y/n,” he muttered. “who do you want to see in this?”

“you, taehyung,” you rasped as he repeated the motion, forcing an answer out of you. “only you.”

you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, the silhouette of his fingers on your clit making you wonder where in the world he was.

the sight in front of you was simply out of this world.

his hair was a mess from your fingers running through them, just like the expression in his eyes––ravaged by hunger and need. his breaths that escaped his red lips were heavy. you saw the tent that rose between his legs, against the flannel material of his pants. he was literally dripping from lust.

yet, he continued to tease you.

he seemed to find satisfaction, delight in trying to push you to the edge.

when you couldn’t help it anymore, your hand slid in between your legs to make up for what taehyung didn’t want to give you.

“only i can do that,” as expected, he stopped your hand from going any further with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. “it’s what i’m here for.”

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crushedbyhyperbole · 4 years

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Promises - Chapter Seven

Chapter Summary: Bucky is Izzy’s friend, but James is her lover. Separating these two parts of himself are necessary if Bucky is to keep his feelings locked away and the sex, just sex. It’s their first tumble in the sack, and Bucky has something to prove.

A/N: New look banner img. Literally trying anything to stop bumblr hating this fic with its hashtag boycotts and bloody shitness. I hope you enjoy all the smutty goodness because these two are so good together it’s a crime for them not to fuck like rabbits lol

Warnings: Smut, foreplay, edging, sex, angst and uncertainty. 18+ Only! I can’t stress that enough!

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Belated Prologue Part Six - The First Time

There had been times in Bucky’s life where he’d imagined Izzy in every sexual position he could think of. Pictured her body in each scenario, imagined kissing her and touching her, feeling her against him and around him, tasting her. It was all within his grasp, save for the kissing, right there in front of him wearing ridiculous Pokémon slippers, leggings and a baggy band t-shirt.

It was a little after 3 o’clock and he had to be at work by 6. He had time to spend with her and now suddenly he knew what he wanted to do with that time.

“You were the one who said you were horny.” He teased. “I’m good to go when you’re ready.”

“Eager, Barnes?”

So what if he was? She had no idea how long he’d waited for her. Even to have her like this was better than he’d hoped for since she dashed his dreams after that damn college party.

“Have you ever known a guy not want sex? Come on.”

“That’s true.” She shifted on the sofa, moving forward to get her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. “What if I’m ready now?”

Christ! She looked so sexy, even with two creatures on her feet and her hair up in a messy tail.

“I’m good with that.” He swallowed hard.

Bucky watched her face as she lifted his shirt up slowly and then over his head. Her eyes roved over his torso, hands stroking just after. Naked from the waist up he felt the thrill of her hands on his skin where she stroked the lines between his abs and up to his chest where she trailed her fingers softly over his tattoo.

“I never knew you had this.” She said, examining it in great detail. “J.B? You?”

“Grandpa Joe.” He said, almost a whisper.

Izzy nodded with a slow blink, she’d always loved his grandpa Joe. “May I?”

She looked in his eyes, asking permission. For what exactly, he didn’t know, but he gave it. He would always give it. This was Izzy and she was everything.

Izzy leaned in, bringing her mouth to his chest where she laid slow and tender kisses across his tattooed pectoral.

“Hey!” Bucky croaked, lifting her chin to stop her. “We agreed, no kissing.”

He wished he could let her continue but to break rules during their first time wouldn’t send a very good message of mutual respect to her at all.

“Was that not just kissing on the mouth?” She said playfully. “What if I wanted to put my lips on other parts of your body?”

She trailed her hand down his stomach to settle over where his jeans stretched tight between his spread legs.

Jesus, fuck! She could put her mouth on him anywhere. Kiss his lips if she wanted, he didn’t care, he just wanted her. But, rules.

“Okay, no kissing on the mouth.” His voice was thick with tension as she teased her way along the inside of his thigh, fingers moving up and down so very close to where his cock was trapped against the tight denim.

She smiled so impishly that Bucky had to laugh. She pushed him backwards, bringing her mouth to his chest again, kissing downward in hot, slow kisses that contained a little tongue. When she reached his jeans she looked up, asking again for permission.

She didn’t need to ask but he loved that she did. Shit! Correction… He liked that she did.

“Nuh’huh.” Bucky denied her with a winning smile. “You’re the one who needs attention, so let me do my job.”

Izzy didn’t look hurt that he’d stopped her but she did look surprised. Bucky stood, adjusting his hips to lessen the strain of his awkwardly bent cock. He took her by the wrist and lead her to where he knew her bedroom was, kicking off his shoes towards the front door.

“You want to do this or can I?” He asked at the foot of her bed with the hem of her t-shirt gathered in his hands.

“You.” Was all she said and he grinned, eyes searching her face, reading nothing but nerves and anticipation.

She was more beautiful than he could have imagined, revealed to him inches at a time as he slid her shirt up her ribs and off over her raised arms. Her bra was a simple white bra that he’d heard her describe once before as a t-shirt bra.

Hooking his fingers under the straps he slid them off her shoulders. Taking her lead from earlier, he dipped his head and kissed the base of her neck where it met her collar. She shivered so strongly that it made her brace her hands against his shoulders.

Smugly grinning against her skin he kissed his way down her chest, walking her backwards until her legs met the bed. Slowly he went with her, falling to his knees in front of her.

The bra had a front clasp that he released, allowing her breasts to spill out into his waiting hands. Brushing the fabric aside he claimed both breasts and massaged them gently.

“Jesus, Izzy!” He moaned, marvelling at her perfect, plush breasts. “Who knew?”

Izzy laughed all cute and shy but she stroked her hand through his hair. His James Dean hair, as she always called it. He’d had the same cut since he first grew out his army buzz cut. Her fingers felt wonderful; his scalp tingled under her touch.

Bucky lost himself in the feel of her hands in his hair and her breasts under his lips. Her nipples were a deep pink and hard as bullets as he traced his tongue around one, sucking on it gently until she arched her back and sighed heavily. He lavished attention on her right and played the left with his fingers, even venturing to pinch it roughly. Instead of a gasp of pain, a moan escaped the back of her throat as she used her hold on his hair to push his mouth harder against her.

Fuck! Me!

His cock twitched, throbbing uncomfortably against the stiff denim. He moaned aloud, her breast against his mouth muffling the sound into a low growl.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” She gasped as he bit down gently on the erect bud.

“Call me James.” He didn’t know exactly why he’d said it aloud but hearing her call him by the name she’d called him their whole life together just felt like too much. He needed some distance, a level of separation between them to reinforce that this was just sex. Bucky was in the friend zone but James, well, James was her lover and right now that was who he needed to be.

“James!” She sighed as he sucked harder, rolling the other nipple between thumb and finger.

Izzy was a mess of flushed skin and moans by the time Bucky sunk down to sit on his feet and slid his hands down to her hips. Throwing both of her legs over his shoulders he snagged the waistband of her leggings and used his leverage under her knees to lift her ass off the bed and quickly tug them down, underwear and all.

Once she was naked he sat back to look at her.

“Isabella Freeman.” He groaned with an appreciative grin. “Look at you!”

“Don’t.”

She was blushing under his gaze and she looked so perfect. Smooth lightly tanned skin, with the occasional mole; one on her hip, one by her tummy button and one on her ribs just under her right breast. She wasn’t ribby but she was slender with a good curve to her hips. Her thighs touched slightly at the top but with her knees apart she was open, a triangle of soft dark hair on her mons pubis but her labia were smooth, and she was glistening with arousal.

“Can I?” He asked as he knelt closer between her spread legs.

She lifted her head from the comforter and looks at him almost terrified. She shook her head.

“Too nervous? Too soon?” He didn’t want to spook her but he did want to taste her.

“I’ve never…”

His eyebrows shot up as his gaze moved from her gloriously wet mound, up her body to her blushing face.

“Not ever? Well that’s a fucking crime.” Bucky chuckled. “You look amazing, and you smell so goddamn sweet.” He slid his fingers down her clitoris and between her lips, watching as goosebumps broke out over her thighs. “All I wanna do it taste you.”

Probing gently he pushed one finger inside, earning him a delicious sigh. She was so wet just from the little foreplay they’d done that she slicked the rest of his hand once he’d buried the one finger in her completely.

“I’ll let you next time.” She said stifling a gasp on the back of her hand as he added a second finger to his ministrations.

“Pinky promise?”

He hooked his fingers firmly against the front wall of her vagina and began to pull, slowly, giving them a wiggle as he went.

She clenched around him hard and, gasping, she cried out.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” Bucky had every right to be smug. He was good at this, good with his hands. He would learn her better and then he’d have her coming at the drop of a hat.

“Assss-hollle…” She moaned out stutteringly as he tugged yet more pleasure from her.

Bucky laughed with genuine mirth, smothering his grin against her inner thigh he kissed her there and up as far as she’d let him. Her reflexive twitch told him when to stop.

She was beautiful, lay on her bed with her legs draped over the edge, grinding her hips against his hand as he worked her in a painfully slow tease that had to be wreaking havoc with her body by now. Her thighs were shaking as she tried for more friction. At one point she reached down to touch herself but Bucky drew her hand away, nipping at her fingertips with his teeth.

“You wanna come yet, doll?”

She was holding her breath, really working for an orgasm that he was purposefully withholding, her whole body tense and invested in this one release. He knew it was a dick move but it would feel so much more intense when she finally did. She let go of the air in her lungs all at once as if giving up.

“Yeah.” She sighed so roughly it was almost a sob. “Can you?”

“Sure, doll.” He said with a kiss to her thigh. “I think you’re about ready to pop.”

Her skin was flushed red from her chest up to her face and her body was racked with deep shuddering breaths. He’d ruined her just with his hand, and was about to do more. There was no way she was ever going to forget what Bucky Barnes was capable of.

Bringing his left hand from where to had been pressing her thigh open he brought his fingers to her swollen but neglected clitoris, where he stroked her firmly, applying pressure where it was needed. She was so sensitive she practically bucked off the bed as he circled slowly.

Izzy cried out, clenching down on his fingers so hard he could barely bend them enough to beckon forth the orgasm she wanted, needed and most definitely deserved. But bring her off he did with the slow pull of his fingers inside her and the firm pressure circling her clit.

It was the best sound he’d ever heard, so genuine, so perfect, so her. The gasps and moans that fell from her lips had him ready to come himself, if not for the discomfort he felt in his jeans then maybe he could have.

He worked her gently through it until her body twitched in response to hypersensitivity. She was practically sobbing, tears streaming down her face and she lay there shaking. Her arm was draped over her eyes and she rolled onto her side forcing him to withdraw his hand. She was still spasming inside.

Yeah, that was a good one.

“Hey.” Bucky laid his hand on her hip. “You ok there?”

She didn’t speak, only gasped for air.

Jesus, he really had ruined her. He felt guilty, for pushing her so close to the edge and holding her there so long.

“Talk to me Izzy.”

“I… I’m…” Her voice was thick and rough as she tried to speak through shuddering breaths. “I’m good.” She said finally.

“If you wanna stop, I don’t mind.” He said and he meant it. Yeah sure they had a rule now that said they both had to get off but he could choose to leave it if he wanted. He could knock one out in the shower or something later, it was no big deal. He already felt like he’d gotten the best gift ever.

“Just gimme a sec.” She moaned.

Bucky laughed, staying where he was, knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. He didn’t think he could move right then anyway without snapping his cock off.

“That good, huh?”

It was her turn to laugh. A giddy kind of ironic laugh.

“It was alright.” She quipped.

“I suppose you can handle another?” Bucky taunted her. He’d do it too.

“I suppose you think you can deliver?”

“Oh, darlin’ you’ve got no idea.” He popped the button on his jeans and dropped the zipper before standing up. His legs were a little weak from being cramped up for so long but he wasn’t going to show her that.

She watched him undress, lust-filled eyes tracing every line of his body until he dropped his shorts to the floor, freeing his cock.

Bucky knew he was pretty well off in the penis department. Guys always knew if they were below average and Bucky was definitely not. He wasn’t monstrously big but he had good deal going on down there, and no complaints made against him so far.

“Wow!” Izzy’s eye went wide. “You kept that to yourself, didn’t you?”

Bucky blushed, eyeing her coyly.

“You ready for me now?” He teased her, swiping his tongue across his upper lip in a subconscious show of eagerness.

“Yeah.” She sat up. “You got the thing?”

“Oh!”

He scrambled to get his wallet out of his jeans pocket. One condom, that was all he carried, just in case. He tossed it onto the comforter beside her and grabbed her feet, pulling her to the end of the bed with him, making her squeak unexpectedly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” This was the first time he’d ever told her that, without it being words of comfort for a broken heart, or a personal crisis.

“Shhh.” She was embarrassed. “No displays of affection.”

Nodding, he drew her to her feet and slid one hand up the inside of her thigh to the wetness that was smeared all over her labia and legs. One quick tease was all he gave before he brought his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling closed as he tasted her with a moan.

He trailed his fingers over her lips, offering her the mixture of her own flavour and that from his mouth. She opened up and he pushed his index finger over her tongue where she swirled and teased his digit eagerly, maintaining eye contact.

“Unbelievable.” He groaned pulling himself free with a pop from her lips. “You sure you want this?”

One final ask, just to be sure. He wasn’t even sure if they could go back after what they’d already done but once they fucked that would be it, no returning to how things had been, not ever.

“I want this.” She reached down and took him in hand, stroking leisurely, getting a feel for him.

The condom went on in a fumble of fingers and awkward stroking. He let her do it so she could get a better sense of him. When she ran her finger around the tip he twitched so hard she grinned.

“Lie down.” She watched the play of muscles in his chest and stomach as he scooted back on the bed, lying flat with one of her pillows under his head as well as both of his hands. He put himself at her mercy.

Bucky felt like he’d died and gone to heaven as she crawled up the bed seductively, making a show of arching her back and swaying her hips as she went. With her knees on either side of his hips she positioned herself over his cock, letting the tip rest her entrance. She maintained just enough pressure to keep him there but not sink down on him. There she rocked her hips in tiny motions that added a little extra pressure that sent a thrilling tingle down his cock and into his balls.

He watched her intently, tongue playing slowly on his lips, lost in concentration and the sight and feel of her. She was nothing less than flawless. He always knew she would be. Perfectly smooth thighs straddling him. Soft rounded hips so ready to wreck him like he had done to her. Glorious breasts that fit so perfectly in his hands it was like they were made for him. And her beautiful face, watching his reaction to the slightest thing she did.

A little more pressure and the tip of his cock popped inside, causing her to suck in a hissing breath. Bucky remained still and let her work with what she had. She bounced a little, pushing herself further.

“Fuck, Izzy!” He moaned as she constricted him. Jesus she was tight. “Relax a little.”

“I am relaxed.” She smiled, rolling her hips a little more confidently.

She clenched down on him sending a sharp stab of incredibly intense pleasure through his whole abdomen, earning her a loud cursing groan in some language she’d never heard him speak before.

“Sorry, what? I didn’t quite catch that.” Smug, she did it again. “This is what unrelaxed feels like.”

Now she was fully seated, her thighs spread over his, she slid her hips back, drawing his cock back at an intense angle and with a smooth thrust forward she impaled herself on him again, sighing with pleasure.

With each stroke she brought him closer and closer to the edge. She felt fucking amazing and she knew it. The gasps and moans he made telling her a story of how to play him best, and she read him well.

Speeding up she leaned back, resting her hands on his knees for balance as she ground herself on his cock relentlessly. It wasn’t frantic but it wasn’t slow either, she knew what she wanted from him and by god she was going to get it, and likely ruin him at the same time.

He reached for her, hands cupping her breasts and thumbing her hard nipples. She faltered in her rhythm when he pinched her a little too hard but he felt the spasm of pleasure around his cock.

Yeah, she really liked that.

Soon he was close. Too close. And she seemed to be holding back a little. His thumb on her clit fixed that and she gripped him tight as he circled her quick and light. He could feel the intensity rising as she came around him, crying out. Her hips slowed as she lost all of her energy to the orgasm that was coursing through her.

Bucky gripped her hips and used the loss of her control to push and pull her onto him, thrusting up hard he fucked her through her orgasm and into his own. Hips stuttering as pleasure shot him through and he pulsed inside her with a strangled moan.

She was already a boneless puddle collapsed and dozing against his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her against him and cherish her until she came back to herself. But rules.

He wanted to kiss her and tell her she was amazing. But rules.

He stroked his hands down her back as he softened and slipped free of her. Rolling them both over he made sure he got the condom before there was more mess than there needed to be. He felt warm and fuzzy, bathed in an afterglow he could honestly say he’d never felt. Maybe it was something to do with her, maybe it was the two of them together, but this felt different to him.

Izzy looked serene as she lay on her side, curled up. Her eyes were closed and fluttered lightly as she drifted further into a deep sleep. He didn’t have the heart to disturb her. She was fine, breathing normally, just overwhelmed by feeling, or maybe it was the numbness after everything that she had succumbed to.

Bucky watched her for several long minutes before pulling the comforter over her so she wouldn’t wake up freezing. He got dressed in a daze, not quite believing what he’d done. What they’d done. One thing was for sure though, there was no way his lust for her would ever go away. Any hope of that happening went out of the window when she stripped his t-shirt from him and kissed his chest.

A glass of water left on her bedside table and a quick scout around to make sure that he hadn’t left anything behind then he was leaving her apartment and leaving her behind. With the promise of ‘next time’ he felt jubilant but also scared.

The tattoo that Bucky has on his chest looks a little something like [this] despite being an arm tattoo.

#bucky barnes x ofc #bucky x ofc #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fic #friends to lovers #marvel au fanfic #bucky is bae #promises #cloudy's writing

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tiaragqueen · 5 years

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Silent As The Grave

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Park Jimin x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,1k

✂ Trigger Warning: Implied death, delusional behavior, hints of nonconsensual sex

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"We’re caught in a trap; I can’t walk out. Because I love you too much, baby. Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me when you don’t believe a word I say?" - Suspicious Minds [Elvis Presley]

A creak shattered the thick silence that enveloped the spacious bathroom. The inhabitant sat still as a statue in the bathtub, head dipped so low her nose almost touched the murky water. A curtain of [h/c] hair concealed your pale profile, almost reminiscent of that long-haired female ghost in horror movies.

Jimin slipped inside, carefully tiptoeing across the rather slippery floor so as to not drop the tray that contained your favorite food. He was smiling so bright despite the lack of greeting and the dimness of the bathroom. The crow's feet on the corner of his eyes were apparent, and full lips - so seductive and pillowy anyone would die to get a taste of them - revealed rows of pearly white teeth.

He remembered that you told him his eye-smile was 'pretty' and that it could 'probably cure all cancer'. In fact, your bluntness was the first thing that captured his attention. Jimin was rather skeptical and awkward at first, especially the latter, thinking that you might be exaggerating something so ordinary. He was, after all, an insecure guy and there was nothing more painful than people making fun of your insecurities.

But your eyes told a different thing.

Even though your tone sounded a bit like joking, Jimin could see the sincerity reflected on those gleaming [e/c] irises.

And at that moment, Jimin's heart began to skip a little faster for you. That seemingly emotionless and aloof girl that always hung out by herself. That intimidating girl that nobody dared to talk to, let alone approach. That secretly sweet girl that Jimin never dreamed of loving.

That lonely girl that managed to make Park Jimin, the famous flirt in their school, became hopelessly and utterly obsessed with her.

How unfortunate that you didn't reciprocate his intense feelings. You were so blind to his advances, from the most indirect to blatant ones, and only thought of him as a 'good friend'.

Even though Jimin was shy in contrast to his flirty behavior, that doesn't mean he would give up so easily. After all, you were his girl. His first love. His everything.

Nobody forgets their first loves, even if they want to.

However, the beam that graced his chubby face slowly disappeared at the sight of uneaten bacon on the floor. And he was rarely glum in front of his beloved 'wife'.

“[Name]...” he whined childishly, dropping the tray beside the bacon. “Why didn’t you eat your food? I worked hard for it, you know.”

He pouted, but you stayed listless. You were always like this - so quiet, reticent, taciturn. Jimin understood that you disliked mindless chatters, but as an extrovert, he needed his stimulant too. Communication is important in every relationship, and he didn't want you to keep any secret from him. Your problems were his, just like any other aspect of your life.

Sighing, Jimin strode forward and caressed your sunken cheek. “[Name], it’s been the third time you skipped your meal. It’s not good for your health.”

“Fuck off, you freak.” Your raspy and tired voice echoed in his mind. Jimin huffed.

“Fine, then. If you keep this up, then I won’t cook any more food for you.”

Not that you could, but Jimin was too far gone to realize it. Or rather, he chose to indulge in his delusion that you were still well and probably upset at the whole situation. He couldn’t bear to think and face otherwise. Reality. The truth.

Jimin cupped your face and brought it closer to his. His dark eyes inspected every mole and flaw in your features. Strands of wet hair clung on to your forehead, some under your nose like a little mustache. Your pale, chapped lips parted a little but no air was felt. Your healthy [s/c] skin has become paler too, much to his dismay. The purplish bags under your droopy eyes were ugly to the sight, but it served as a warning. A reminder of what would happen if you provoked him too far. Your soaked nightgown revealed a pair of lacy pink lingerie that he had forced you to wear yesterday. Jimin might be respectful, but a man's patience can only last so far.

And it was a shame that you chose to be rebellious during your 'special night'. Really.

Jimin blamed your stubbornness - a trait which he usually admired - for your inevitable doom regardless of the fact that he has had a hand on this whole predicament. It's easier to turn a blind eye to your mistakes - your crimes and pretend that everything is fine.

But even in your death, you were still as emotionless as always. And that saddened him to no end.

He strived to gain your attention - your affection - so why did you still refuse to look at him? Even after everything he'd done to you, for you? Why did you hate him so much? Was he really that despicable in your eyes?

“Hey, [Name].” Jimin whispered. “Why won’t you smile at me again? You used to be so happy, so full of laughter. Why do you insist on putting on that facade around me? You know that you can be yourself, right? I promised you I won’t judge, and I don’t intend to break it anytime soon. So please, smile at me. That’s all I want.”

Silence ensued. Jimin hated this kind of silence; where everything was still and quiet and he was the only active one. The only living person. He just wanted to have a nice conversation with you, yet you always seemed to ignore him. What he should do to make you turn to him again? To bless his deaf ears with your melodious voice?

Despite his delicate treatment to you, it was obvious that he was the fragile one. His heart was brittle, adorned with a few cracks here and there due to your refusal and cold attitude, and his mind was in no better condition either.

A sob left his trembling lips as he leaned forward to embrace your limp body. “I’m sorry...” he whimpered pathetically against your neck. It was cold, too cold. Jimin prayed for the faintest throb of a vein, but his wishes had long gone unheard. Life was always cruel to him, although he had done nothing but trying to please his partner. “Please answer me, [Name]. I love you. Say something. Anything.”

A breeze seeped through the ventilation and enveloped his entire being. Jimin closed his eyes, relaxing into the transparent hug. An image of your spirit cradling him flashed in his mind, and he visibly shuddered.

“I love you too, Jimin.”

#yandere bts #drabble #bangtan sonyeondan #yandere jimin #park jimin #yandere park jimin #yandere bangtan sonyeondan #yandere drabble #jimin x reader #yandere jimin x reader #yandere pjm x reader #yandere #yandere kpop #bts #yandere au

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echoise · 5 years

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the marshal’s desk is obviously the best place for... activities. (steelstep, m!sidestep, warning: not safe for any kind of work as the aunt puts it oh wow) 1,505 words

Trust Steel’s office to be as immaculate as the man himself.

Except you know that’s not quite true. You have firsthand knowledge on exactly what Wei Chen is capable of, in many areas of life, what kinds of secrets he hides under his skin.

Like now, when you’re sitting in his perfectly arranged and clean office, on his perfectly arranged and clean desk, and nothing about you two is clean or perfectly arranged as he’s pressed between your legs, leaning in with his arms on either side of you, yours wrapped behind his neck and pulling him close for kisses entirely obscene for the environment you’re in. The realization makes you laugh against his lips and he wraps an arm around you, his hand finding its way into your hair. His mind is open to you and you sense how he loves the sensation of your hair between his fingers, on his skin - synthetic as it is, the sensors are advanced enough - the feel so different from the cropped military cut he himself has, that he’s used to. The way you have let yours grow just a bit too long, how you refuse to brush it, refusing to conform.

You always knew he had a bit of rebellion in him. Like you do.

You brush your thumb along his jawline and he turns his head to kiss your palm instead of your lips, his breath hot on your skin. You smile and kiss his cheek, pulling his forehead to rest against yours for a second. He lets you and closes his eyes while you keep yours open, counting his eyelashes, committing every detail on his face to memory. Every imperfection on his skin, every pore, every wrinkle, every scar.

“I need to be working,“ Chen murmurs, and you laugh.

“You said that five minutes ago.“

“And it’s still true.“ He kisses your lips and the leans down to trace a line of kisses along your jawline, down you neck. Even with you sitting on his desk he’s slightly taller and you feel bad for his back so you lean back as you crane your neck to give him access, so at least he can lean over you instead of hunching.

You chuckle. “I see you’re very eager to get back to it.“

“Mmh.“ His breath tickles your skin and you pull him in tighter, hooking your ankles together behind him and trapping him. There’s another rumble from his chest and you sit back further, the backs of your knees resting against the edge of the desk, and slip your hands under his shirt.

You’re not shy about roaming his skin, feeling every ridge and every nook. By now, the contours of his muscles are intimately familiar to you: certainly more familiar than your own hated body, maybe even more familiar than your puppet’s body. You know exactly where plain skin becomes scar tissue, what part of him is callous and what part soft, where synthetic skin meets organic, where to find the few small moles he has.

And you know exactly how to run your fingers over him to get him to gasp, to laugh, to shudder. He is warm under your hands and his mind is flush and you’re still in disbelief that it’s all because of you - because of your hands on him, your legs around him, your breath on his skin. You’re the only thing on his mind and it’s nothing short of intoxicating, far stronger than any alcohol, any drug you’ve ever had.

I want you. You hear the words as clearly as if he had whispered them in your ear, but they’re just a thought, aimed at you, projected at you - meant for you to pick up. He’s been doing that a lot lately, saying things in thought only, and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s too shy to say them out loud or because he thinks he’s somehow making up for shunning your telepathic gifts for so long. Whatever the reason, the thought-words leave you breathless, as they always do, heat coiling in your chest and spiraling downwards.

“I want you too,“ you whisper, and he lifts a hand to cup your cheek, kissing you so hard it almost hurts. You see images drifting from his mind, of you on his desk, of him on his knees and you gasp, cheeks heating up. “Please.“

He kisses you long and hard before obliging and dropping to his knees, hands sliding to your hips. You scoot to sit closer to the edge of the desk again, biting the inside of your cheek as he palms you through your trousers. He huffs in laughter at you and you frown, swinging you leg to give him a light kick. “Shut up.“

“I didn’t say anything.“ His smile is wry and you blush harder, suddenly very self-aware.

“You were thinking it,“ you mutter, a lie and you both know it. You’re just not used to this, even after all this time. To being wanted.

You glance around to escape his fond smile and a thought occurs to you. “The door...“

“It’s locked.“ He stops to look up at you, fingers on your zipper. “Or do you want to double-check?“

You quickly scan his mind, his memories. At least he thinks he locked it. He’s fairly sure. And you should be able to sense anyone getting close to the office or thinking of it. That is assuming you’ll be able to think of anything other than...

He interprets your silent embarrassment as hesitation starts to get up, brows furrowed. You lean forwards and press your hands on his shoulders, forcing him back down. “No,“ you smile and hope it comes across as reassuring. “It’s fine. I’m fine.“ You pause, wetting your lips, holding his gaze as you do and feeling the heat in his mind. “I trust you.“

His mind surges at that, with adoration and want. He presses a kiss to your knee and though you barely feel anything through your jeans, the gesture is enough to make your chest bubble. You lean back on your arms and close your eyes as he unzips you and tugs you free of both your trousers and underwear. It’s momentarily uncomfortable but then his mouth is on you and it’s anything but: you gasp a swear and press a hand to your mouth, in a futile attempt to silence your embarrassing sounds.

But Chen knows you as well as you know him and easily takes you apart, piece by piece. You lose track of everything but his mouth, his tongue, his hands - him, pleasing you and holding you and loving every second of it. It’s a marvelous thing, being able to touch his mind while he works you and oh, he’s touching himself too and you can feel it if you just dig a bit deeper, sensations mixing into one in a way that’s maddening. You push it onto him as well and hear him, feel him grunt, suddenly aware of how he’s making you feel, rewarding you for that trick in a way that makes you moan.

“Chen,“ you whimper - whimper, how does he do this to you? - and run your hands on his head, looking to grasp at his hair but finding it too short so you end up just caressing his scalp, hands trembling. You’re close, so close, your legs are shaking and you think you might be begging and you don’t even care anymore, all you care about is him and his mouth and god chen please--

You unravel with a shudder, gasping what you think might be his name. You know you bleed over because you feel him too, not long after, in a wave that’s less intense but still pleasant, breath hitching for a second time within the minute. You lean back on your arms again and try to catch your breath while Chen tucks you back in your pants and zips you up, prosthetic legs letting him get up without issue. You’re briefly jealous because your own legs are shaking and you’re not sure they could support your weight if you were to get up now, but dismiss the thought - that has nothing to do with your legs themselves. It’s all on Chen.

“Alright?” He murmurs, pulling you to his chest. You wrap your arms around him, breathing in deep. Enjoying the closeness because you can, you’re allowed to. In this moment, you’re allowed to.

“Yeah.” You pull back just a bit to tug him into a kiss. You can taste yourself on him and even though you’re sated and spent, you still feel a twitch of excitement in your gut. This is a man who wants you, in every way possible, wants you and adores you and values you, just as you are. His mind is as warm against yours as his arms are around you and you feel safe. Safe and relaxed.

And in this moment, you’re allowed to.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero: retribution #fh:r #steelstep #steel #m!sidestep #writing #mine #here it is #big steamy #thats my tag for it #i have no idea what im doing

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byunskjm-blog · 5 years

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Changes (VI)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, CEO! AU, Idol! AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader x Baekhyun

Length: 3.6k

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The next morning you woke up expecting Baekhyun to be gone and for this all to be some dream, but reality was different. There he was, sleeping like a prince, so beautiful, so ethereal. All his features seemed enhanced from close up. The cute moles the adorned his face, the way his pink lips parted slightly while he slept, his fluffy black hair scattered over his forehead. Your fingers traced over his soft features, making sure to not wake him up in the process. You brushed the hair of his face to get a better look at him, then you traveled down to his right temple where his most noticeable beauty mark laid, and you finally got to his baby soft cheeks where another mark was placed. How could a man this beautiful exist and be in bed next to you? It was mystery. You looked at the time and it was only 6 am, the shoot didn’t start till 10 am today which gave you about 4 hours of bliss before you had to face the outside world.

Carefully, you got out of bed and put on a clean pair of panties and put on Baekhyun’s sweater. You were happy to know that the sweater never lost its warmth. Softly you made your way to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast for the pair of you. Sehun must’ve been out as well because there was no trace of him. You opened the fridge and was a little disappointed, you needed to go shopping soon. You still had enough food to make a decent breakfast. The menu was eggs and french toast. You quickly got to work and started cooking. You were humming like a bird whilst cooking and that might have been what woke Baekhyun.

With a smile on his face he walked over to you to plant a wet kiss on your cheek. “Good morning beautiful.” Even his voice in the morning was beautiful.

“How’d you sleep?” You asked before flipping over a piece of bread.

“Better with you around.” He was a cheeky son of bitch but you liked it, you liked the cliches. As if you were trapped in a cheesy rom-com, he snuck up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, it tickled a little when he would breathe and it hit your skin but you just continued with what you were doing.

“Don’t forget the shoot is at 10 which means you have to go home and change by then.” It sucked that you had to but a damper on the mood but you had to remind yourself that you were also his manager and his work comes before anything.

He mumbled a soft reply before removing himself from you and pouring a cup of coffee. “Have you checked your phone yet?” He asked in between sips.

You shook your head, “I’m too scared to look.” He gave you a look, a look that had your heart ready to burst at the seams.

“Like you said, they wouldn’t be lying. There is nothing to be scared of.” It was easy for him to say that because he wasn’t the one on who had to be on the receiving end of death threats and endless hates. He also didn’t have to worry about whether or not he would be fired.

“Baekhyun your fans are pretty… uh… aggressive to say the least.” You turned off the stove when you finished the last piece of toast. “You saw what they did to that poor girl who played your love interest in that drama, and she is famous and has a following of her own. Imagine what they’ll do to someone like me.” The nerves were setting in once you started to think about the repercussions of this.

“They won’t do anything. I’ll make sure of it.” His hands fell onto yours and took it into his warmth.

“You can’t say things like this Baek. You can’t make empty promises.” The last thing you wanted was another relationship founded on lies.

“Who says they’ll be empty?” He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. “Once they find out how good you are to me, how well you look after me, and how happy you make me, they’ll love you.” When you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but genuinity. Something about those brown eyes just told you to believe him and to trust him.

“Come on lets eat.” You said putting the conversation to rest and moving on.

During the whole time eating Baekhyun complimented your cooking nonstop. You thought he was just trying to flatter you because this was like a 6 on your capability scale. But nonetheless you took his kind words and smiled.

The time for you guys to leave came sooner rather than later. You both freshened up, unlike Baekhyun you put on new clothes. He would be stuck with his clothes till he got back to the dorms. Sehun still hadn’t been home but you that was last thing on your mind. Your phone still went unchecked, you haven’t opened pandora’s box. Once you did there was no turning back. You would see the most horrendous comments about you online and have everyone on the face of the earth looking at you, giving you unwanted attention. But you couldn’t back out now, you already told Baekhyun that you would face this together.

Both of you walked out of your apartment building hand in hand, with face masks incase any fans or photographers were there. He lead you to his car and drove to the dorms. Xiumin and Chen found it suspicious that Baekhyun was gone all night and when he finally showed up it was with you. They must not have checked their phones either. None of them had social media so it would take more time for the news to hit them than others.

On the drive Baekhyun’s hand never left yours even while you read the headlines of allkpop, soompi, and many more sites. “Ooo this is my favorite one: CBX star, Byun Baekhyun caught on scandalous rendezvous with alleged girlfriend!” Both of you laughed at the word choice of the article. “At least I wasn’t referred to as a mistress this time around.”

All these articles came attached with multiple photos of you and Baekhyun, almost always touching or holding hands. But none of them got a clear view picture of you. It was blurred or your hair was covering your face. You were thankful because that meant you had more time to prepare for the storm. “I think we should till Minseok and Dae first and foremost. If something were to happen they would be affected as well.” You nodded at his words and felt proud that he was making responsible choices.

Unlike your place, Baekhyun’s was being bombarded by reporters. They were all gathered around the gate and when they saw his car pulling in they quickly swarmed the car. Baekhyun was careful not to hurt anyone whilst pulling into the driveway. Keeping your head down and following his orders, you waited for Baekhyun to get out first and for him to come around to get you. He opened the door and reached his hand out for yours. He kept you behind him while walking to the door so that you wouldn’t have to face the rowdiness of the crowd. All you heard was, “Baekhyun who is she?” “How long have you guys been together?” “Is she pregnant?”

Thankfully you made it in the house in one piece only to be rushed by Xiumin and Chen with questions of their own. They found out. Like agreed upon, you and Baekhyun came clean and confessed. They were shocked but not surprised. They had their reservations mainly in fear for you. The had the same worries as you did, the fear of the fans reaction to all this.

“CEO Kim won’t be happy about this.” You totally forgot about him. There was no doubt that once he found out that you would be out of a job. It was only a matter of time before he called you both to his office.

Not wanting to dwell on it, you told the boys to start getting ready to go. Baekhyun went up to his room to change and the other two followed after.

What the hell did you get yourself into? You literally got out of a work relationship just to land yourself right back in the same situation. But the difference between this one and the last is that Baekhyun wasn’t Junmyeon, and you knew his feelings were real and there. With Baekhyun you could truly trust him unconditionally. After Junmyeon you thought that was it for you. You believed that he was the best it got for you. That was before Baekhyun pulled you out of the rain. He saved you from yourself. If it were anyone else you probably wouldn’t have taken such a big leap so fast. But this wasn’t just anyone, this was Baekhyun, your Baekhyun.

You knew they were done when you heard all three of them screaming as they came down the stairs. Xiumin said he and Chen would drive to the set and you and Baek will follow suit. The reporters were still there when you left. Lights flashing as their cameras took pictures.

Today’s shoot was different in a way that Baekhyun wasn’t being draped with girls. His eyes and affection were reserved just for you. Between shoots he would sneak away with you and give you soft kisses. “Baekhyun i’m working.” You said leaned up against the back of trailer.

His hands were placed on either side of your head. “Yeah for me and as my manager you need to attend to my well being and oddly enough you are exactly what I need.” He leaned in for another kiss but you stuck out your hand and stopped him before he could get further.

“I don’t just work for you, Chen and Xiu are my priority too.” He pouted the most adorable pout in the world.

“Are you saying i’m not first?” He was playing hurt.

You tiptoed to give him a smooch on the cheek, “Of course you’re first. But at work I can’t play favorites.”

He smiled because he knew he was being a pain in the ass. “As long as i’m your favorite anywhere else then that’s all that matters.”

You wanted to pinch his big cheeks for so many reasons but instead you just told him to get back to set before the director gets mad. Huffing and puffing he walked back, dragging his feet. It was cute seeing him be so clingy and attached. With Junmyeon you always had to catered to his schedule and his needs. But Baekhyun was there 24/7 which made you feel at ease.

After another couple hours or so, the mv was finally wrapped and the boys were free to go. They suggested a celebration but the boys had to be in the studio bright and early tomorrow. You all left the same way you came, you with Baekhyun and Xiumin with Chen.

Car rides with Baekhyun may have been one of your favorite things ever. He never failed to keep a smile on your face. Always singing cute, silly, love songs whilst holding your hand. This time his song of choice was Lost In Japan by Shawn Mendes. He performed as if he was in front a million of his fans, but in reality he was just singing for his number one fan. The song ended just as Baekhyun pulled up to your place. “You know I won’t sleep well tonight.”

You were still in the car, his hand still joint with yours. “And why is that?” You asked with a raised brow.

“Because you aren’t there.” There he goes again with his cheesiness.

“I think you’ll do just fine Baekhyun. You’ve managed to sleep over 20 years without me. One night won’t kill you.” His infamous pout came out and you knew you should have just taken his cute words and ran with it. “But i’ll miss you too.” You added trying to make it better.

“So why can’t I spend the night again?” Optimism gleamed in his eyes.

“Space is good in a relationship Baek. If we are attached at the hip 24/7, we’ll eventually grow tired of each other.”

He scoffed, “Me? Getting tired of you? Never.” He said in a matter of factly tone.

You chuckled at his comment, “That’s what you say now.”

Out of nowhere he grabbed your face in his warm hands and squished your cheeks. “Look at this face. I could stare at it for days on end and never get tired of it.”

You copied his actions as well. “Ugh why do you have to be so damn cute?! How can I ever leave you now?” He was batting his lashes like a cute, innocent puppy. “Fine you can stay the night.” He was about to yell in joy but you cut him off. “BUT! No funny business. We both have to get up early tomorrow, and since we have to go back to the dorms for you to get ready that means early than planned.” He saluted you as if he was a private and you a captain. “What am I gonna do with you?”

The following day was a bit more difficult than the day before, mainly because Sehun was there and you knew you had some explaining to do. To say you were caught in a compromising position was an understatement. Sehun had busted into your room to see you and Baekhyun cuddled up, sleeping soundly. Being the weirdo he was, he didn’t just leave you and Baekhyun be. No, he sat at the edge of your bed and just watched the pair of you snore away.

Baekhyun woke up first and was the one who saw Sehun just creepily staring. He let out a shriek which in turn woke you up in a worry. You looked toward what caused the scream to erupt from Baekhyun and saw Sehun batting his eyes with a smile of innocence. “Sehun what the fuck?!” You yelled throwing a pillow aimed for his head.

“Oh don’t let my presence stop you two love birds.”

“Wait you know him?” Both of you were trying to calm your heart rates.

“Yeah, he is my roommate and the biggest pain in my ass.”

He rolled his eyes at your harsh comments. “You love me.” He sent a flying smooch your way, only for you to flip him off. With his hand clutched on his heart, he pretended to be deeply affected by your actions. Finally he got off your bed and walked to the door, “Come on, i’m cooking. You can tell me about this,” he said signalling between you and the other person in your bed.

The red on your cheeks spread and you were embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising position. When Sehun finally left the room you buried your head in Baekhyun’s chest out of pure shame. Both of you just laughed at the predicament at hand.

A few minutes later both of you left the room to go outside where Sehun was. He had three plates already scattered with food on it. “Ah Sehunnie.” A satisfied a sigh left your lips as you looked at all the food. You turned to see Baekhyun pouting. “What’s wrong?”

His droopy eyes found yours. “You don’t have a cute nickname for me.” He was bitter over your cheesy nickname for Sehun, it was cute.

You wrapped your arms around his middle and pouted as well, looking up at him, since he was taller than you. “You’re my Baekhyunnie.”

Immediately his smile lit up like a Christmas tree. He grabbed both sides of your face and squished them together, before bending a bit to give you an eskimo kiss.

“You both are ruining my appetite.” You heard Sehun from behind you. Both of you finally detached from one another, only to find yourselves sitting side by side. “Wait, i’ve seen you somewhere.” Sehun said pointing his fork at Baekhyun with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah probably all over Seoul. He is in CBX.” You responded to your best friends cluelessness.

“Ahhhhh that’s him!” Then it hit him. “Wait?! How did you?! What?!” You and Baekhyun just laughed at his reaction.

“Don’t ask me because I don’t even know how it happened.” You said before stuffing a strawberry in your mouth.

“Let’s just say that I can be very persuasive when I want to.”

Sehun applauded him, “I gotta give it to you man. I really thought she would be stuck on that douchebag forever.” Then the room went silent and awkwardness lingered on. Everyone knew who Sehun was talking about and that’s what made you so uncomfortable.

Deciding to get the spotlight off you, you switched the subject to something Sehun loved talking about, himself. “So where have you been these past couple days?” Suddenly Sehun had so much to say and talk about. He went on and on about his time in Germany and how he met a cute girl there. It was no surprise to you that you would somehow land on the topic of his love life. But he kept that part of the story brief with not much detail.

Like he always does after a trip abroad, he brought back a gift for you. This time it was a picture he took of the Berlin Wall. Sehun’s story time lasted throughout breakfast, when you and Baekhyun finished eating you thanked Sehun before leaving to get ready for work today. As planned the night before, you had to leave earlier than usual in order for Baekhyun to freshen up. Even if Baekhyun was older than Sehun, he still was respectful towards him and thanked him for the breakfast once again.

Unlike the last time you and Baekhyun left together, there was a coup of photographers outside just waiting for you and Baekhyun to come out and expose yourself to the world. It was Baekhyun who suggested you just follow him and keep your head down. He even went as far as to give you his facemask because protecting your identity was more important than protecting his own. Like many times before you both walked out with hands intertwined and faces looking downward. Baekhyun pushed through the crowd, making sure to not let go of you until you reached the car. The loud noises never stopped even when you were in the safety of Baekhyun’s car.

He looked over toward you, concern adorning his brown eyes. “Are you ok?” You nodded in response before taking his hand in yours once more. You knew it would help settle his nerves.

Not much was said on the drive to the dorms. This was the first time Baekhyun didn’t break up the silence and it concerned you a bit. It seemed that the crowd in front of the boys’ house only got worse. This time there were angry fans holding posters calling you horrible names. Baekhyun tried his best to shield you from it but it was no use, you already saw it and there was no unseeing it. When you made it into the house you could finally breathe. You felt sorry for Chen and Xiu for causing such a hectic scene. Finding them a new house will definitely be on your to do list today. Now that you thought of it, today would be utter hell. Not only did you have to start working on finding a new house for them but you would have to face Junmyeon today. This past week has been successful in avoiding him but you knew him well enough to know that he would call you and Baekhyun to his office as soon as you stepped foot into the building.

Trying to take your mind off things Xiumin started a very intense conversation on whether or not water is wet. The two boys went back and forth arguing their points and you just sat back and let it all happen. The laughs that you let out were genuine. They always had a way to make light out of a situation.

Sooner rather than later, Baekhyun made his way down in a new outfit and wet hair. You don’t know if it was the inner girlfriend in you but you got up and made your way towards him and snatched the towel from his hands to dry his hair yourself. “You’re gonna catch a cold if you don’t do it good.” It was amusing to ruffle his hair with the towel. He didn’t protest or try to argue against it, he just let you take care of him.

For a second you forgot the other two were in the same room as you guys. When you turned your head you saw their faces looking at the pair of you with a face that was quite similar to Sehun’s this morning when he saw you guys being too touchy. Your manager side kicked in and you told them to get their stuff and go out to the car already. You figured one car would suffice today.

Before you could leave Baekhyun to put away the towel, he pulled you into a soul sucking kiss. On instinct you kissed back but pulled away before it deepened. “If I didn’t say it today, good morning.”

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