#🥂.overstimulation

[ramonathinks]

Say His Name | SUKUNA

Say his name three times and he shall appear, fucking virgins before he disappear.

tags: (18+, minors and ageless blogs dni) corruption, virginity loss, monster-fucking, double cocks, mouth fucking, pet names (pet, my human, female), oral(f! receiving), handjobs, nipple play, fingering, creampies, copious amounts of cum, tummy bulge, sex in sukuna’s domain, overstimulation, mirror sex

notes: early i did originally plan an entire kinktober but lol (18+ banner/divider made by @/cafekitsune. repost from my first ever kinktober 🥂

“SUKUNA, SUKUNA, SUKUNA.” Call it childish for believing in such tales. But you wanted it to be true. Looking in the darkly lit bathroom of your dorm bathroom you groaned, blowing the candle out. You flipped the light switch back on.

You’d been hearing about it all year. But you should’ve known better than to believe a silly little legend like this. But you were a blushing and bubbling mess of a virgin. So hearing of some mysterious sexy man who fucks virgins with no strings attached seemed too good to be true and you just had to test this theory. But really you should’ve known better. You were too old to believe in such things but you were all dolled up just for him.

You’d been waiting until everyone on your floor was gone and you put on your best and sexiest lingerie. You weren’t expecting to wear this for such a man that everyone has described but you were ready. You were thinking maybe for a boy who’s eventually won your heart you’d wear this to give yourself away.

Your hair was down in a medium length silk press, wearing puffy pink ugg slides and a short pink fuzzy nightgown that hugged every inch of your body, amplifying your busty breast all for show. You even went with no panties.

All for him.

All for a no show.

Sighing, you reached for your shower caddy and got prepared to wrap your hair.

But a deep chuckle from behind, startled you. Every fiber in your being was begging you not to turn around. Your stomach clutching with a sense of fear and your mouth running dry.

“Little human.” His voice alone had you shaking but surprisingly it wasn’t all just fear, something else deep inside, something not so pure filled your body. Lust. You were still too afraid to look at him, your knees growing weak as he continued to speak.

“Too scared to turn around but all dolled up just for me. I can practically smell your sweet nectar from here.” He purred, his breath on your neck and you could feel the warmth of his body heat all over you. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” Taking his tongue, he licked up your ear before biting your lobe. “I could smell how sweet you are even before I got here. I couldn’t believe how delectable you smelled.” With hard hands, he softly grasped both of your breasts.

You released a small yelp with such surprise but your tummy fluttered. “Oh, my little human likes that…” He took note, pressed hot kisses against your neck. Squeezing your breast. With rough hands he stroked your nipples until they grew hard.

You were letting him have his way with you and you still hadn’t even seen his face. You moaned when you felt the soft drag of his claws, tugging at your gown.

“Tell me how badly you like my touch female…or I might just stop.” He pressed his hips into yours, allowing you to feel just how hard he was. “Don’t you want my cocks?” His voice was laced with something unfamiliar, he pressed his nose in your hair and did a quick inhale.

Desire pooled in your belly whenever he talked. “C-cocks?” You squealed. “I… I don’t think I can handle such a thing…” You muttered, trying to move away from him, keeping your eyes trained on your feet.

“Look at me.” He gripped your jaw in his fingers and forced your eyes to the mirror. Your pussy clenched against nothing when you saw his face. He was truly a beautiful demonic man. With sharp teeth and dark eyes that ate up your entire figure. There was colorful dark markings over his face and a sickening grin on his lips when he noticed you staring so hard. His spiked pink hair looked so soft that you wanted to pet him. “You desire is all in the air,” His told you. “Let me please you, my little human.”

“W-wait! I-um…” Your voice was hoarse and completely choked out as you stuttered, trying to find any excuse.

“You wish to deny me this?” He palmed your pussy. Dragging his hand all over the mound before trailing lower. “You are truly ravishing… in all these places.” You we’re panting and hanging on to every word he spoke, opening your thighs wider so he can feel you.

“Tell me…beg me…” His hand ran down lower, inching closer and closer towards your puffy clit.

Then he pulled away.

It was awful and your body felt cold, you even almost tripped over yourself, to which he chuckled. “Why did you st—”

Pressing his hot lips to yours he kissed you, squeezing your ass and adding his tongue. His tongue was sucking and sliding in every inch of your mouth, you could barely breathe. It felt so long and so deep, almost like he was in your throat. “I want you to beg me for my touch, I know you want it… so beg for it, or you won’t get it.” He said as he pulled away, drool on the corner of his mouth.

“Please…touch…me…” You forced the words he wanted to hear out. “I want your fingers, your tongue, your…cocks.” You whimpered a deep pout on your lips. He smiled at your honesty and he clipped your lingerie down with his claws in one swift motion.

His thumb caressed your folds softly and he groaned watching the wetness drip to the floor. Slipping one finger inside, you gasped, holding on to his wrist and grinding down a bit. Loud squelching noises filling the air every time he pushed in a bit deeper. “Tight little thing. All for me.” He dropped to his knees and licked his lips once he spread your folds open.

“Pretty little pearl.” He rasped before taking it in his mouth. Your hips buckled and thrashed against his face, your moans echoing and bouncing off the walls. He added another finger, hard. Slamming them both inside of you, stretching you wide. So much cream and slick ran down your thighs, he pumped faster inside of you.

Both of his cocks were leaking and aching but all he could think about was your pussy and just how good it taste. He groaned with his eyes closed, spreading his fingers inside as you sobbed above him.

“Please, please…” He didn’t know what you were begging for. He sucked, putting his entire mouth on you, licking up and down your sensitive clit. He pressed deep kisses before removing his fingers from your insides. He dipped his tongue deep inside of your tightness and he felt you tighten up, fisting your hand in his hair, rocking your hips.

“Sukuna!” Your eyes were filled with tears as he moaned for more of your virgin taste on his tongue. Hearing his name on your tongue had him throbbing but he resisted touching himself — wanting only to come in your tight pure virgin body.

“I’m going to— ah.” Your body snapped and shook but he continued to feast on your insides, his long tongue hitting all your sensitive spots and every muscle, you came around his tongue and he welcomed everything you gave him. Your walls fluttered against his tongue and your hands grabbed even deeper into his hair, toes curling and small sniffles filling the room.

He placed his tongue back to your sore clit and gave it a few more sucks before he smirked up at you, the pretty noises still in your throat as you tried your hardest to be quiet. Looking up at you with such desire that you felt yourself shrinking. “I was waiting so long for you…” He told you, standing to his full height. “Don’t know if I can let you go this time…”

You didn’t understand. You were still reeling down from such an orgasm. He inhaled against your neck. “Pretty little human. I’m not going to let you out of my sight. Too precious.” He took your lips again and you closed your eyes deeply, gripping his arm as you tasting yourself on his tongue.

When you finally pulled back and opened your eyes, you didn’t know where you were. All darkness surrounded you, dimly lit candles and a beautifully made canopy bed with dark sheets. You could see some sort of throne in the other part of this dark place, which took up almost the entirety of that space. The room seemed to go on forever, almost endless. You felt empty, he wasn’t there anymore. Confusion bled through your mind until you felt him take your hand, dragging you to the bed.

“What did you mean… with what you said moments ago?” You swallowed, trying not to look him in the eyes. But those deep red eyes made it almost too hard to do that. He stared you down before pushing you down to the bed.

“It means you’re mine. All mine.” His hot tongue trailed down your neck and it burned you, your weak legs thrusting against him. He lowered his hips flush against yours and you could feel just how big and thick his cocks were, it was almost disgusting how badly you wanted them. He sniffed and did a devilish grin at you. “Why fight it? You called me here. I have you. Don’t tell me you’re still scared… I won’t hurt you.” He promised.

The way his eyes held such sincerity you couldn’t look away. The flimsy material he wore, slipped off and you got a glimpse of everything he was hiding from you. The rippling abs and those dark marks similar to the ones on his face, you could feel yourself leaking when your eyes drifted to the pretty cocks he possessed.

Throbbing and veiny. Angry red tips coded in leaking creamy pre-cum. You didn’t mean to but you licked your lips and he groaned in your ear: “Female, it looks like you want to taste my cocks…” More pre-cum dripped down and you were panting at the sight, something coming over you. With a trembling hand, you reached out between you both and gripped the base of one, he twitched in your hand but you didn’t stop your assault.

He was thick. You couldn’t imagine doing this to both of his cocks at the same time, you needed both of your hands just to cover just one of them. He thrusted his hips upward, sliding himself through your hands with strained moments. He didn’t want to cum, only wanted it to be inside of you but fuck, this was heaven.

You stroked him, nice and slow. Feeling every bit of him and keeping your clouded eyes on his, both of your breathings harsh and in sync, hot and turned on. Rubbing your thumb on the tip, you watched as a bit more liquid leaked out, slipping between your hands.

“Knees. Now.” He rasped, he needed to be in your tight little mouth now. He needed it. You barley had time to move before he was thrusting himself inside of your mouth. “Fuck…ing, pretty little mouth.” He muttered, thrusting his hips harshly in and out of your mouth. His other cock begging for attention, you squeezed it hard and be released a beautiful moan continuing his rhythm.

Swallowing around him, he bellowed. “Fuck!” He had manners and didn’t want to mess up his female’s hair but he wanted you to take him deeper into your mouth. Pulling you slightly by your hair, he buried himself deeper into your mouth. Bucking his hips, you slid your mouth up and down — saliva covering his length — then you lapped at the tip, rubbing your mouth on it before slipping him back into your throat. Moaning around his cock, then you decided to switch to his other cock.

He was amazed and his toes were curling, watching you. He could see just how much of him was buried in your throat. He could hear the amount of sucking and slurping and you still had time to fondle his balls.

He was going to cum. He could feel it in the pits of his belly. Sweet moans leaving your mouth and he couldn’t take it anymore. With a deep groan, he pulled you flush to his hips and came deep inside of your mouth, his other cock jerking and spasming — raining cum on your face.

He looked at your cum splattered face and his cocks grew hard again and he knew the perfect way to end the night. “Need to be inside of you, now.” He didn’t want anything to stop him. He didn’t clean you off or anything, he wanted to fuck you as filthy and dirty as you looked.

And he would.

He pulled down your panties and looked at your leaking cunt. Smiling in delight, “All this just from sucking my cocks…naughty girl.” He lined up both of his cocks to your small hole.

“Both of them?!” You squealed with wide eyes. “They can’t both fit…” You swallowed hard and he did a roar of heavy laughter.

“Gonna just stretch you out with this one,” He rubbed his throbbing tip along your slippery glistening folds as you cried out. “Then once you’re all full, gonna add my other cock and make you cum all night, my little human.”

He lined himself back against your tight heat, almost slipping inside, he eyed your face before he thrusted forward and buried himself inside of your virgin flesh. Your nails were digging into him as you screamed, it hurt bad.

He was so massive inside of you and your walls wouldn’t let him go, clinging to him. “So damn tight.” He groaned, his hips snapped and with each thrust he was able to get deeper and deeper.

He couldn’t bare to look at you, hearing your small sniffles was hard enough. He wanted this pleasurable for you. His fingers were fast on their way to your little clit that was already throbbing for his attention, he pressed two of them against you and felt you roll your hips against his with a sharp moan, “Ah!”

He did a few sloppy thrust, his balls hitting the cusp of your ass and he could tell that you were feeling good based off how you were reacting. “Please make me cum.” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Now with a newer angle he pressed deep into a gooey wetness that had your tongue out and you squeezing his cock even better than before.

He slammed his cock inside of you, now going at any intense speed. Rocking his hips into yours, trying to hit your sweet spot again. He pressed deeper inside of you, bottoming out. “Say my name.” He told you, softly against your lips before claiming them. His thrust going hard and reckless, stretching you out.

You felt so full, he reached down and jerked his other cock. Squeezing the tip and continuing to thrust faster, rocking the bed. “Say my name.” He said again, his hips slamming down on yours. He felt heavy inside of you and you couldn’t focus on him, drowning in a warmth of endless pleasure.

He bucked his hips and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up — to look into the mirror above you, watching yourself getting fucked before saying again: “Say my name.” This time annoyed and with a growl.

“Sukuna!” He pumped his cock inside of your little pussy, stretching it just for him and thrusting more — the hold your cunt had on his cock made him bite his lip when he withdrew himself slightly before slamming back inside.

Your eyes roll back when his tip hits your special spot again and your moans has him in a chokehold, “Sukuna, right there, please… again.” You arch your back and he grips your waist, pushing you back down into the mattress.

With a last long thrust, he fills your cervix with creamy cum that leaks out of you. His other cock bobbling before spraying you down as well, you clench around him for the final time and almost breathlessly you say his name again.

Body weak and your eyes fluttering. He pulls you closer to him and kisses your lips.

“My little human stuffed with my cum.” He purrs, wrapping a strong arm around you and you say something that he can’t hear as you drift and drift…

And drift to sleep.

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[megistusdiary]

So glad leaks are available because I can't stop thinking about getting fucked by Arle in her boss form, like she's already about 5'10 with the heels AND SHE ONLY GETS TALLER like omg. Just being bent down over her office desk while being fucked to oblivion probably because some soldiers pissed her off earlier ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ 🥂

the things i would do for her...

100% she's already tall, but in her boss form, she's HUGE!!

she definitely drags you to her office, shoves you on her desk, and fucks you so hard you're seeing stars. she keeps a clawed hand pressed on your back to keep you against the desk. all so she can keep fucking you even with you trying to squirm away from the overstimulation.

oh, and i feel like that form just adds a little spice, so her usual "sweetheart"s and "doll"s are traded in for calling you her toy or her pet 🫶

#🥂 ─ 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 ₊˚ෆ #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #fem reader #arlecchino smut #genshin arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino #💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚ #🪷─𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 `♡´

[hwaightme]

Use me (part 2)

THIS IS 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI FOR LEO KING'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut)

(part 1) (masterlist) (perma-taglist)

🥂 pairing: non-idol!mingi x fem!reader (implied yun... x reader - i wonder who...) 🥂 genre: smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers-ish 🥂 summary: you try to forget and return to what you know best, but what is on a sober mind quickly turns into a drunk phone call and a life-changing confession. 🥂 wordcount: 22.5k 🥂 warnings/tags: language, alcohol/drinking, over-drinking/being drunk, toxic behaviour, risky behaviour, unhealthy coping, trauma, implied past abuse/assault, flashbacks, numbing, one night stands, learning to love, learning to feel, mingi driving through the night, implied psychologist!mingi as job, fools in love and lust 🥂 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 🥂 a/n: this has been long in the works, first as a haunting thought, then as what you may see here. i'd love to dedicate this fic to @byuntrash101 <3 thank you for your continued support, for our love and friendship <3 to everyone, i appreciate you all, any and all reblogs, notes, thoughts appreciated, much love!

🥂 nsfw tags: dom-leaning switch!reaader, sub-leaning switch!mingi, protected sex, thigh riding, fingering, handjob, blowjob, facial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, implied squirting, dirty talk, pet names (darling, doll, gorgeous... others...), loving talk/pillow talk, mentioned aftercare and general gentleness, reader is sober atp, explicit asking for consent, wearing mingi's t-shirt, a lot of kissing because they are all over each other, a whole lot of doting, sex that is like a hug

"I love you..."

A slam of the door.

Where it all began.

You. Left in a loud solitude. Ceasing to stifle your sobs with your tee and letting out an animalistic cry. An innocent creature who trusted unconditionally, only to be shot at point blank and abandoned once the fun chase was over. There was no one out there except yourself to mourn your loss. Trapped in a dark room for what you believed to be the rest of your years.

Harsh reality collapsed on you under impossibly strong gravity, and trapped you with one brutal swipe. Your heart was being eaten away by your acidic mind that kept on replaying, replaying, replaying the moments that had led to your metamorphosis. A catharsis in reverse, an autonomous inflictor of agony festering in every crevice. 

It was funny how one's thoughts could be so lucid, come the worst. You could clearly recollect just how grateful you had been that your mother, as always, was out of town, and upon her return would be in oblivious bliss, and how ‘wonderful’ it was that there was nothing to look forward to for the next day. Or perhaps ever. You did not want to lift your hopes again and again only for them to descend faster than light to the pits of hell signed with your name. No need. There was enough time to prepare your space, invite and get to know your unrelenting demons before the alarms reminding you of basic social functioning would ring, and your body would be torn from your whirlpool of torment to enter the hustle and bustle of crowds. Not one person was aware of who they were walking with. Who they were walking past. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and you tore yours out in an effort to distort and move on.

The luxury of time before the ringing of the digital bells. You could cleanse yourself until your skin was no longer yours, until what remained of your willingness to perceive could spot the etchings of a body. You could cut out every part of you that served as a reminder. Subject each one to the savage ritual, until you were pure. The perfect angel once more, no longer decorated in shades of blue and maroon inside and out. You could remove each lobe, each cortex of your brain and douse it in the strongest agents, and to the rhythm of the rippling waters from the sink submerge them in the illusion of bliss.

And yet, you had not moved an inch, choosing to remain as a stranger in your own flesh.

You could fight back. You could rise above and spit the venom of the scorned and those isolated by societal hellfire, raise the flag and tell the story of those who could not. Be larger than yourself, a self-starting role model, redefine yourself as someone who used their past as motivation, as a foundation for unshakeable morals that would lead you to a humanity-changing greatness.

But what good was it when you stopped feeling? What happened? Who were you?

It was a wave that took you in, providing you the satisfaction of prolonged sensory suffocation, suspending you in senseless attitude, order, and disposition. The self-hating rebellion that had reared its head and manifested itself within you, turned you into something out of a nightmare. But you had never realised just how intricate and terrifying was the persona you had materialised within yourself. The cavities and taboos that had now become intricacies and embellishments of the scarred soul would have been repulsive to you before. To the one who existed before that damned day, hour, minute, second.

Numb. You were numb. Always numb. Cruising through your years, silencing any possibility of truly healing. Because no. You were not damaged - you would spit at anyone who dared to call you that. You were not hurt - no signs of weakness could be found on the surface, and this was how you were surviving. You were above it. Nothing happened. What were you talking about? Nothing. Nothing at all. That was what you kept repeating to yourself until the mantra turned into the truth. Truth be told, you were not sure what you were mourning anymore, except that if you did not, out of habit, it would hurt until you would be twisted limb by limb into submission. And the life you had chosen would begin again - new day, same mistakes.

In the process of your radical renaissance into a fatal night-time goddess, you did try to find love. Those had been the last cries of a helpless bird plummeting from the sky. But it all cycled back to the same old thing. Besides, if nobody around you knew what love was, how could you be expected to comprehend, let alone give it? You could not be bothered to believe that there were outliers, nor delve into the reasons why things like ‘friends’ ever stuck around. You lived, you breathed, and that was good enough. You wanted to purge yourself of love.

That was how the three little words, in that haunting sequence, came to be your personal poltergeist; a curse to summon a despicable demon that you vowed to never utter. Bloody Mary, Beetlejuice - sure. Just not those three words. They had lost their significance aside from being the root of your troubles and despair. The words did not mean a person would stay. The words were not a promise that you would not be hurt. The words were not a shield that you could hide behind. So instead, you took to sharpening knives, being a spiteful hedonist in search of the last laugh.

Little did you know, love was a creative sadistic monster, and had been by your side all this time. It chose to attack you during the most pleasurable high – one that you had crafted and followed in perfunctory resistance.

"I love you, Y/N..."

It was almost the same. Only this time, it was you shutting the door. Running from yourself.

Your getup appeared almost comical now, as you sat, doubled over on the sofa in Wooyoung’s and San’s apartment. What had been a stunning pair of pumps was now a miserable member of the abandoned shoe society, piled in a corner right by the entrance and masked by an ancient collection of plastic bags, courtesy of San’s resourcefulness. The black dress that was threatening to ride further and further up your thighs at any moment was nothing more than shame vehemently clinging onto your skin.

While you were combating the whirring tornado of short- and long-term memories with a bouncing leg and a zoned-out stare into the carpet, your friends remained equally silent, knowing better than to disturb. Over the years they had never asked why you did things the way you did. They merely learned the patterns and accepted you as you were – an action for which you could never repay them, so you simply hoped that, at least sometimes, you were doing the same if they needed it.

Your cryptic sequence was broken only when you felt a warm fabric being draped over your shoulders, making you instantly stiffen, alert. The rush of foreign sensations made you gasp as your eyes darted up, to be met by San’s, who was sitting across from you on a faux leather ottoman. You had no recollection of when he had moved it from its original position by the wall, between the TV stand and an indoor palm tree, and it made you strangely guilty. You really had a knack for not paying attention to those close to you.

When San noticed your unfocused gaze, he slowly raised both of his hands, palms up, inhaling at the same time, and then lowering them, along with an audible, level exhale. You chuckled, making him break into a small grin – you were coming back. Not quite ready to touch what appeared to be a jacket or cardigan that was now embracing you, you put your own hands between your thighs, feeling their miniscule tremors as the adrenaline high subsided.

“You’re literally shivering, Y/N. Do you want me to, uh, bring you a blanket? We have a nice wool throw; a gift from San’s… mom… so you know it’s going to be cosy.” Wooyoung cautiously explained to you in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. He was standing off to your right, arms crossed.

The last time you had heard him use such a soft tone was when you had come with him to visit a friend’s newborn – and even then, he had to have been reminded to ‘shut it or he would be on nappy changing duties for a week’. It made you want to scream, act out, anything to push away this coddling and belittling that was passed off as sympathy. Oh, how you despised when people seemed to walk on eggshells around you. There always existed a desire within you to prove to others that you never needed help, or at least would never ask for it explicitly. That was why, even now, during your rather turbulent departure from the first night in a while that you knew you would not forget no matter how much you might want to, you did not want to play it cool. You needed to.

“That’s because you guys appear to be saving on your electricity bills. I told you: an apartment with heated floors is a bad idea.” you attempted to keep your voice level, but it remained airy and weak, wholly ignoring your efforts. It was as if somehow, your body was physically worn from the marathons you ran in your mind.

“But it keeps my feet nice and toasty.” Wooyoung whined and wiggled his toes demonstratively

“Which is why you… ah nevermind. Cool apartment, either way. I knew you guys were secretly interior designers.”

The topic change helped you get more comfortable in your skin. You finally managed to find the energy and courage to grab onto the edges of the jacket, which had turned out to be Wooyoung’s beloved grey fleece zip up hoodie and pull it tighter around you. It wasn’t so hard to recognise the relief that had washed over your friends’ features as they saw you carry out the simple motion. It really was cold. Though you had no way to distinguish between the internal and external.

As you transitioned from reliving the past to inching through the present, step by step until you found yourself leaning against a kitchen counter with a mug of hot coffee cradled in your hands, your habitual mindset returned. The lines, turned stark and agonising after hearing those forbidden words had regained their hazy infusion, reinvigorating you with a pleasant buzz of numbness, reminiscent of the prickly sensation when muscles just began to wake up, albeit more lulling, something only a person who was alive in the soul was capable of experiencing. It was not long until your friends’ suggestions and extensive monologues began to fall flat on your ears, drifting through your body and expelling themselves to never be remembered. You watched their lips move, their hands paint pictures of a future for you in the air, and yet it all turned to darkness. You swiftly turned the lights off to their reprimands, their comfort, just like you had done before. It was clear that they did not expect much from you either, otherwise why would they sound so well-practised? A sense of deja vu washed over you; as if you had been in the same place before, with the same heavy weight in your chest, cradling the same mug and drinking the same beverage. Were you ever going to change? 

Wouldn't it be funny if you knew how to follow advice? Technically you did. For an entire two weeks thanks to Wooyoung and San forcing you into a movie night with them on the Friday in the middle of the madness - you do not remember a single one of the movies watched, all of them having turned into a blur, and you: a jittery mess. You needed your weekly diversion, your sensual fix that you had ingrained into your routine as if it was yoga or pilates. Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to. Your version was just a lot more exciting than the average physical exertion in the name of wellbeing. So as you had sat between your two friends, with San having his hand lazily thrown over your shoulders, serving as your head rest, and Wooyoung having made your lap into his pillow, you envisioned a different comfort for yourself. All this cosiness was making you choke, suffocating you as an anaconda would at an astonishingly fast pace, and you could feel that another second more and you would prefer to call your closest friends - strangers. You needed out; at least one day of the week, like you three had done previously. You had tried to hint to San that maybe returning into the swing of things would let his heartbreak pass more quickly, but he only patted your head and gave you a melancholy smile. Though you had returned it, just to soften the blow and reassure him through his romantic solitude, behind your cheek was a bitten tongue, acting as the last straw between your molars and preventing you from making matters worse - at least for San and Wooyoung. You had nothing to say for yourself; actually, you never did. You were never one for self-descriptions or elaborations, preferring to show and not tell. Another reason why in this platonic silence, you were being driven into craving your favourite meal of depravity, where the only language spoken was that of action and seduction. If you were to succeed in moving on from the mistake that still lingered on your skin - kisses trailing the mazes of your body and ghosting over your lips, you needed to erase them by the same method. Time to take matters into your own hands, and that meant a new dress, a new pair of heels, a new club and a new accessory for one night.

You could not hear anyone nor anything. Most importantly, you could not hear your erratic heartbeat, nor the thoughts that were looming over you and speeding around your mind palace. No - if anything was going to take your breath away, it would be the lips of another stranger. Anything to erase the ones that were too laden with emotion, too laden with affection and infatuation for you. A toxic poison that had transferred right into your bloodstream and was beginning to eat you alive. You needed to escape, find a cure to this turmoil before you succumbed to the idea that anyone could care about you more than for a night. There was satisfaction in routine, in a fluorescent madness that was systematically established in your life as a way to let go, thereby gain control. You needed a hit, badly, and one so strong that the weekend would not exist for you, and Mingi's lingering touches would be fully wiped from your body. How dare he spill his darkest secrets to you, mixing nightmare with the ultimate fantasy? He was going to pay for thinking that he could control you in this way and spin threads out of your soul, not by confrontation, but by your sheer indifference. He was just a man, you had repeated to yourself like a mantra as you stepped into a club in a completely different part of town, looking ever so stunning in a deep burgundy dress; he had no influence over your actions and you owed him nothing, not even an explanation. Obviously, he was the one who had overstepped boundaries that he was supposed to sense were there, so why should you consider his melancholic eyes, the sunny smile that had set as soon as he would wake up to see you gone, the- 

No. No more Mingi. Only the beautiful stranger who was devouring you with his alluring orbs, looking past his friends and making you feel as though you were the sole being in that hall. This was the man who could help you forget, at least you hoped he would. Sauntering straight to the bar, you did not spare him as much as a glance when his figure drifted past you. You could sense more gazes following you, just how you always liked it, burning away those adoring caresses that made your skin crawl; you needed a sensory and sensual apocalypse, a purgatory for the damned, reducing your life back to that familiar sin that tasted so sweet and was a stone cold bitch in the morning. You were not some frail creature waiting for a proclamation of love for the sake of validation, nor were you a seeker of such types of closeness - if anyone, it was you who knew it was more fleeting than a good fuck. At least there was satisfaction and sport to gain from the later, and the heart remained caged and untouched. It was not hard to be animalistic, all you needed to do was to give up ruminating those classic "do they like me do they not", and slam the door to social niceties shut. There was no room for feelings when you needed to fly from the tormenting earth, for they were too heavy - a ballast that you needed to rid yourself of as soon as you could. The haze, you needed to give into the tipsy haze; one drink, another, and the world was beautiful. Stunning, even. The blur was an acute desire, accentuating sensuality and letting you transform into the killer queen of the night. 

In this wondrous dissociation, you could not care less about who you were nor who the people around you paraded themselves as. It was all a play-pretend, and may the most talented actors win. No one came to the club to fall in love, and if they did, they were sure to have their heart broken and stomped on, over and over, and over again. Finishing the last of your old fashioned - a drink which you had been introduced to by none other than your friend Wooyoung, you decided that it was time to let yourself go on the dance floor, only to be followed suit by the tall man whom you had subconsciously beckoned. Clearly, he was interested in the same exact thing, and took no time in approaching you, disregarding all other people, and laying a hand on your hip to lead you in a sultry, rhythmic dance further igniting your hope and anticipating desire. You chuckled to yourself as you felt that familiar buzz once more, and studied the way in which your temporary partner's muscles moved in an unbelievably enticing manner under his shirt - material for your lustful imagination. The heat from his body was addictive, and the adrenaline and dopamine-fuelled pace at which you moved to the intense beat left you even more determined than usual. You needed him. You needed this stranger, depended on him and trusted him more than any of your friends, and definitely more than a certain someone who thought he could be something more. As you took your so-called saviour by the collar and tugged so he would be only an inch away, you finally asked his name. His eyes revealed a flash of lasciviousness, just how you wanted, and he sent a shiver down your spine as he whispered back: 

"And with what purpose, sweetheart?" Chuckling airily, you pulled him even closer, until he smirked and wrapped his hands around your waist, more determined, more aggressive and expectant of a continuation in this dangerous game. 

"So that I know what I'll be screaming tonight." 

For a second, you felt him falter, breath hitching as he took in your words, causing fear to rise in your chest as a flash of the timid lovesick angel ran across your vision, and you could almost picture Mingi instead of the canvas for a good night who you were seducing. But this did not last nearly long enough for you to back down, and a line of kisses along the jawline, intimate yet loveless, purely carnal and revering your determination confirmed your selection. This man was on your wavelength, and this man was: 

"Bold of you to assume that you’ll be able to, sweetheart. I dare say it won’t be usef-." 

Use me.

The phrase flashed in your mind just as the attractive man closed the space between you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Without as much as a pause, he tilted your head slightly, giving himself a better angle to lightly nibble on your lower lip, sending a shudder down your back. Fingers digging into your skin as he swallowed another sigh - a fragment of your tainted soul for him to keep, he was the embodiment of addiction. The luminance from the neon hallucinations that surrounded you were decorating your and his skin in vibrant greens and purples. He was confident, self-assured, leading despite possessing the hints of an otherwise reserved man. Your thoughts involuntarily drifted to a certain bashful someone who had ended up with you at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and you - in the wrong mindset. Tonight, you wanted to be used. This much you deserved and required in order to purge yourself of this newfound tendency to reminisce and compare everything against Mingi. Who were you? The one you chose to entertain yourself with tonight had his teasing tongue against your lips, not exactly asking for access - demanding it, and it reeled you back into the whirlpool of a daze that came with the deafening drumming of desire, growing louder and louder until nothing else would exist.

His touch - you were caught ablaze as you let him guide your footing off the dance floor and into the dimming lights towards the edges of the club’s main hall. His torso pressed against you, strong arm hooked around your upper body as he kissed the side of your neck. One blink, another and your back was pressed against a cool wall in the corridor that ran around the establishment’s perimeter, rarely traversed, often used by the likes of you and evidently, him. You could not bear to open your eyes out of fear of finding someone you did not want to see - the intensity of your recollections growing stronger with every arousing movement. The same high that you normally would be building up towards was nowhere to be sensed while your nameless lover reached for your breast, cupping and kneading it with an open, salacious wanting. There was little left to the imagination, just as you had initially wanted, and yet something was missing from the series of events that the universe offered to you; the storyline that you had crafted was beginning to get dreary. Squinting down to force yourself into this darling’s passionate kisses, you still struggled to rid yourself of the monologues, the fears and most importantly, the terror-inducing phrase that had pierced through your heart and left shrapnel in every organ, turning into butterflies in your stomach and flowers in your lungs. It hurt to discover yourself in the same situation as before, always looking for something and someone better. Clearly, your stalling and rapid cooldown had not gone unnoticed as the man pulled away, hands back on your hips, one lifting to readjust your dress a little. What had been the glare of a predator was replaced with an almost friendly concern, and the danger which you had craved a mere few minutes ago evaporated, leaving behind an approachable gentleman, the swiftness of the change nearly giving you whiplash.

“Trying to forget someone?”

The question was jarring, somehow more jarring than how he was now presenting himself. With a glance to either side, he took you by the hand, leading you away from what was about to be your scene for a one night stand and back to the main hall. Stumbling over your feet you barely kept up with his pace, his taste, his scent still consuming you and rendering you to move and think slower, the combination with the ringing of alcohol in your bloodstream proving to be reckless, nearly deadly. As the thrum of a hip hop track reset the heart’s pace, jolting you awake and clambering for any kind of reassurance, your eyes met the tall beau’s gaze once again. He had smoothed the locks that you had ruffled, his slightly swollen lips, curled into a lopsided grin being the only sign of what had just unfolded. You could not help but raise an eyebrow, only now registering his question and deeming the gesture to be an appropriate response.

“I don’t exactly fuck emotional baggage, if you get what I mean.”

“Ouch, but fair.” breathless, you squeezed the answer out of your throat, unsteady.

“Glad we understand each other, uh…” he trailed off, attempting to recall the name you did not give. You tilted your head, trying to do the same for him, but failing to find an answer. Did it slip your mind? The recent past turned to centuries, accelerating into emptiness. 

“Hm?”

“Yeah. Just, glad we’re on the same page, I guess.” he cleared his throat, looking back at the vibrancy of dance and sensuality unfolding before you. The music changed once more - once again, another song about a body count and about substances that you would never mention in the daytime. At least not yet. Your head began to hurt, perhaps only a little more than your heart.

“Y/N.”

“Mm…ha. Nice to meet you. You can call me… Yun.” he deliberated for a while before giving you what you assumed to be either a nickname, or a parting gift of a syllable just for you. 

“Nice to meet you, Yun.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, it was clear that he was looking for the right words to let you down slowly and make a swift escape back to his own life, his own friends, his own respective path that was far from yours. Very likely, as it should be. With a sharp exhale, you smiled, making it your turn to induce perplexion. With every vice came sacrifice and risk, and this type was far too common. Be it from starting on the wrong foot or losing the rhythm and steam in the process, two people under the cover of night with nothing tying them together were bound to drift away, it was simply a matter of when. Evidently this was happening sooner rather than later for you and what you had been hoping would be a solution to your anguish. It had to have been your fault, you told yourself while an unreadable gleam settled on your features and you gave the man a single wave to suggest that he need not bother with excessive politeness - after all you had gotten to know each other well enough for that, at least in your books.

“Guess I am right then.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Your reaction.”

“Meet quote unquote emotional women often?”

“They seem to be my type.” you chuckled as he shifted his stance and took a step closer to you, only to turn his body to observe the dance floor while standing by your side. As friends would. An involuntary memory stabbed at your side one again as you mumbled back:

“Maybe you’re a magnet.”

“I don’t mind when they look so good,” with a look to the side, Yun regarded your pose - leaning against the wall, arms crossed, previous aims for allure forgotten as your eased into a more comfortable back and forth, the rush ebbing away to be replaced with an anxious dissatisfaction, “Alas, you are in too deep I fear.”

“Am not.” you hissed out, brows knitting together as you desperately clung onto the present, only to hear and see the same voice, the same words, the same man who you were so adamant to erase. With every sentence uttered by the man, Mingi became more prominent. A laughing stock to the self and to all others - you shook your head. What had gotten into you?

“I don’t like to be called other people’s names during sex, sorry, not my kink.”

The out of pocket line, completed by a realisation at his own choice of words coaxed a chuckle out of your otherwise progressively crumbling state. Even though you had tried to remain below your limit, the alcohol in your system was hitting you with an inexplicable force, the pounding of your chest travelling to your temples, getting stronger until you could barely focus on Y- was it Yun? Yang? Yeong? You needed something to dull this. Remove this. Cut it out of your system so that you did not have to think.

“Fair.” you forced out, the neutral smile remaining on the lips, lingering traces of a falsified passion becoming your new tint, a colour you liked to wear so often it could be your favourite.

“Have a good night, yeah? Sorry things couldn’t be more fun, darling.”

There it was, you could read it on his face. Embarrassment, pity, the hope to never encounter you again. The reason why you always left first, turned around and strode away into the darkness from whoever it was you were to pick for the night. Including the one man who had revealed his soul to you; his innermost thoughts. And just like an automaton, a faulty machine, you blended his heartfelt words with the filth made for a landfill of lies and dread. The back of the failed thrill, whose name was just out of reach, growing smaller and blending into the scenery was a slap across the face, even though you had told yourself time and time again that you had seen enough of the same to not be affected. It had to be the lights, you told yourself. Definitely the lights. And how they reminded you of Mingi, how his eyes reflected the hues as he stared into yours so tenderly, like he was seeing an angel. How he gently held you, your fragility becoming his eternity as he whispered the words that acted like the flutter of the butterfly’s wings that caused the storm. Logic was struggling to keep up with your rumination - this was a different club and a different man, nothing about this could ever amount to the night you had felt like a goddess. If anything, the abandonment was gnawing at your flesh like a foul, feral beast, exposing you more than your dresses ever could.

An airy laugh accompanied your amble towards the bar. You should have known  - after all, if you were told to not think of the pink elephant, you would only think of the pink elephant. Same with the ‘no Mingi’ rule. It was an endless cycle that you were trapped in, and as days stretched out into two weeks, the avoidance was becoming unbearable. Your hand moved on its own as you called the bartender over, mouth and throat working together, far removed from your mind as they ordered champagne. Why? What was there to celebrate? There was no way of knowing, but the bubbles were your closest friends tonight, and you wanted to forget what just happened and whatever was supposed to happen until Saturday were to roll around - tomorrow could be the day you took care of the dirty laundry.

It did not take long for the beverage to transform you, and in a matter of a quarter of an hour with two or so glasses down you were back on the dance floor. But the vigour, the style and the soaring supremacy were nowhere to be found. As you tried to find your place among the sweaty bodies, nudged around by sharp elbows and tugged away by grubby hands, the sensation of belonging was but a mirage. Slow, you wanted to be anywhere in this cesspool of limbs, move along with the rest of the masses and get lost in the action so you did not have to consider your own movements, giving yourself up to the inertia of a wild crowd. One push, another, you were crammed between one figure and another, another push and a snag at your hair and you were flinging yourself wildly to an illusion of freedom in a different section of the floor. A phone flying beside you, barely an inch away from your cheek, flicking your earring and momentarily blinding you with a flashlight that had been left on. What were they looking for, you wondered. Perhaps the same thing as you. As you spun your head around, the pounding getting louder once again, the shoving had become more aggressive and two rough hands landed on your waist, supported by a lewd greeting. Jolted awake from chaotic musings, you grabbed a fistful of someone’s shirt, screaming out until the bubbly was rendering your speech incomprehensible - someone had to help you. Commotion unclear, breathing unsteady, the hands, the legs the torsos and heads all morphed into one creature who you were battling in your last fit of rage. Another pull, earning a yelp, and you were encountered with a familiar face. Y, or was it A, or I? Something or other, his name was a mystery to you. Tall. Handsome - you thought. In the blur it was impossible to detect. You remembered that he tasted sweet. Or maybe not - the champagne had taken over your system, your miniature party for one. Pushing yourself off the man you stumbled towards what you remembered to be the emergency exit. At least you were careful enough to avoid dragging yourself out of a club in shame from the front entrance; you were not that inexperienced to allow yourself to do that. 

Cursing under your breath you put one hand on the black wall of the corridor that would lead you to your freedom. Passing by a place your instinct was telling you was significant, you paused, only to shake your head and step forwards. One, two, three, four - congratulations, you could count. The coolness of the metal on the door was a relief as you leaned over unceremoniously to press your forehead against it, not caring if someone were to see you. You sighed into the sensation as the metal absorbed some of the heated rush, a portion of clarity returning to you and reminding you of your initial mission. That was right, you needed to get out. And ‘needed out’ in general.

With one quick shove the door swung open, spitting you out onto the sidewalk of, much to your fortune, a less crowded street, occupied for the most part by equally inebriated party-goers, celebrating the miracle that was a Friday night - a time that was slowly turning into your nightmare. A cacophony of beats and melodies from one club, another, all accumulating in a sonorous hellscape to render your senses almost fully numb. Feeling the air in front of you, you swore you could touch every particle, tendrils of wind brushing past you like a busy stranger. While there were not that many people, some yelling, others laughing wholeheartedly from the belly to the heavens, others simply enjoying the drinks that they carried out from their venues of choice, they most certainly had enough of a presence to leave you pitifully shattered. All eyes, of all hues and intensities, rolling and glaring and focusing on you. Poring over your miserable form and minimising you into a vermin under observation, a bacterium trapped on a petri dish under a microscope. They knew, they had to know about what had happened - about everything. They could read you from one year to another and were ready to tear you apart. They knew that you were a slave to the escapism, knew that you were a creature of lascivious habit, knew that you were thoughtlessly hurting the people you loved-

Loved. Nausea caught up to you as the word crawled into the forefront of your dazed mind, settling like a viscous tar over every subject matter and memory, over consciousness itself. Though it was nearly impossible to finetune your movements, you managed to locate the pole of a streetlight without having to slam a swinging hand into it for guidance, and slide down onto the edge of the cold pavement. Narrowly avoiding a discarded bottle, caked with unrecognisable substance and pulp from the wet and tarnished label, you felt your weight press into the stone, hoping that you would dissolve into the painfully rigid material. Elbows on your legs and hands on your face, you desperately tried to wipe the word away - you did not mean it, did you? You never had to say it, why say it now? Your familiar monster reared its head, drinking every last droplet of your sobriety to combat what you had admitted. Who did you love? Two legs drifted past you, stopping for a second to let a voice call out to you before you waved them off. Click-clack, click-clack away and away, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again. Who did you love? The pounding of your heart was overwhelming you, and you could barely hear yourself over its chaotic drumming. Who did you love? While it was easy to imagine your closest friends, the same ones who had tried to protect you from yourself and who, undoubtedly, were now cursing your name and the ground you walked on, your brain decided that there was another, less welcome character that should join the scene. With a groan, you clenched your hands into white-knuckled fists and hit your temples, once, twice as though that would help in getting rid of the precious image.

This had to be happening because Mingi said it first. The reason why Mingi was the one to persistently sway you, haunt you even when you were purposefully trying to drown in yourself and others, had to be because he planted those words in your mind when you least expected it - forced them upon you, an unwelcome gift. This was how it always happened: drawn in by the attention, promised a future and wholehearted adoration, you gave your all, only for the one who dared to utter the words to step away, having fulfilled their needs. ‘I love you’ was an exchange token, and apparently, your local currency. Like a penny out of rotation, those words should not hold any meaning, but they did, and you hated yourself for it. You hated how easily they had rolled off Mingi’s tongue, hated how they replayed in your head more times than you could process, hated how they were the words you wanted to hear again. Out of all the words in every language, these were the ones that introduced pain to the world.

He needed to answer for himself, your mind decided. Your rationality would consider the consequences later. Now, you needed answers. To what questions? That, too, could be decided at a later time. Clumsy hands searching in your purse, roughly pushing aside a slim card wallet and keys to take out the device which was now illuminating your fatigued features, the glare of the screen making you squint, every number and letter barely legible due to an intense blur that dominated your vision. If only you could wipe it away - a hand reaching to rub at the eyes, not caring for the eyeshadow nor the mascara, more darkness, friction, light again. As you moved the phone closer and further away from you in an attempt to find a golden distance that would give you better focus, as if you were operating with a broken camera, the thumb kept on searching for the right number. Contact after contact names flew by, turning into one continuous line, with the surnames and nicknames twisting and turning like snakes, colliding trains in your brain until finally, you found him. Not in the contacts, but in the myriad of messages you had left on read - another pattern characteristic of yours. It was not that you wanted to leave people behind, but your hands never felt strong enough to respond, and your thoughts could never tie together a satisfactory response. So you stayed silent.

He had checked on you, apparently. Asked if you were okay. The first time was two weeks ago. Then ten days. Then, radio silence. Probably was mad at you. You could not blame him. There had been no explanation, nor any wish to contact from your end - while it was what you usually did to strangers, not catching their name beyond the bedroom, nor ever seeking them out after you used their bodies, Mingi had been a friend. Not anymore, at least that was certain. But still, habit could not cut it here. This was why you needed answers - why could he not act like everyone else and fall in line, into the clear cut moulds? Finger hovering over the call button, now burning into your skin, you could not stop yourself from shaking. Biting your lip, all hints of colour replaced by a rekindling fire, you took the step over the edge, repeating his name in your head like a mantra as the call connected, and you imagined his phone starting to ring, somewhere out there in the city. Suddenly, your thoughts could not be more lucid, and you could almost see how the device would be vibrating on his bedside table. Right, he had to be asleep by now, surely. Just as you were about to end the call, however, the screen changed, and the time began to climb from zero.

“Uh… it’s… midnight or something… Y/N?” his husky voice, husky, warmer than the summer sun answered you. You remained quiet, afraid of letting this moment go, “Y/N? Are you okay?” he was asking if you were okay-

“Where are you?” a new harshness snapped you out of your temporary stupor.

“I- uh… I- am…” you tried, but could not find the right answer, however much you tried.

“Are you at… a club?” The pause was nearly lethal. You focused on the rustling in the background - it seemed that you were right and he indeed was in bed. Not anymore. A sigh and a thump, more movement. He was disappointed, wasn’t he? But he was listening. He had to listen to you.

“Not… not anymore.”

“Did someone hurt you?” The question felt foreign, unexpected. You raised your head, hugging your knees to your body, a terrible frailness seeping to your very bones.

“N-no…”

“Where are you?”

You could not believe that you were talking to Mingi. After all this time he was still talking to you, answered your late night call and was asking how you were. An angel in human form, so precious, so cute. A giggle escaped you as you found a slightly less dirty spot on the concrete to lean back and rest your hand on. Feeling some tension in your back unwind, your muscles were given freedom to turn restless. You wanted to scream, but that was bound to make Mingi end the call, and you did not quite want to stop listening to that voice of his - your strange addiction. Eyes closing, you let him repeat the question again, accompanied by jingle that could only be his keys. 

“I…”

“Street? Sign? Anything? Y/N,” he paused, exhaling, “...talk to me.”

“About…?” you asked, not catching onto what he meant.

“About the damn location. I am coming to get you.”

“Wait… really?” you slurred, fighting the desire to pass out, weighed down by another wave of tiredness.

“Yes. You are drunk. It is the least I can do.”

“What’s the most?”

“Location, for fuck’s sake. Check the street name or something. Can you walk?” he shot back, louder than before, speaking right into the microphone, the last bits of sleep evaporating from his tone, leaving behind the deep vocal ocean that you wanted to drown in.

“Uh huh,” whether you were lying or not, you were about to find out. Clambering for the street light once again, you heaved yourself up, barely catching yourself before tumbling back down, unstable on your heels. Clearly, your heavy breathing was caught by the phone as you heard Mingi asking if you were okay, again, “...just peachy, darling.”

The pet name never sounded more natural and comforting than now, flying to and through Mingi like lightning. The silence over the line was a terrifying suspense, making you wonder about what you said. You could not find anything particularly wrong. Wasn’t this how people who cared about one another spoke? Blinking away the stars in your eyes that were ceaselessly twirling in flashes of white and black, you wobbled towards a rectangle on the corner of the small street, which had to be the sign that Mingi was asking for. Mumbling the words on the board, half to yourself, half to him, you commended the otherwise laughable victory of being able to pick out the characters and interpret them.

“Okay… not too terribly far. I’ll come pick you up. Do not wander. Did you hear me?”

“Mhm…”

“What did I say?”

“...uh something about wandering, right?��� An exhale. More footsteps. 

“Stay where you are. Stay. Heard me?”

“Yes Mingi darling, I did.”

“Good I- yeah. Just. I’ll be right there.”

Beep. Silence. A car in the distance darting past. Laughter. A flicker of the streetlight. The breeze caressing your legs. People walked past as you hugged your form, aware that it would not do anything to help you. You were counting the threads, the pieces of cloth sewn together to form what you had considered armour with the tips of your fingers, every groove accentuated as you swayed in your solitude, convinced that what had just happened was a dream. It had to have been. Who would listen to you in this state? It had to be your mind playing tricks on you, feeding you more and more visions until you would snap under them.

Fine. You were going to call him tomorrow, yes, that was right. When you were feeling better, you would call Mingi, apologise. Maybe over a coffee - yes that was better. Did he drink coffee? Was he even in town? Questions climbed up the walls of your consciousness while you, frustrated with the way in which the straps of your high heels were digging into your skin, crouched to take the culprits of your physical pain off. One shoe, another, and you were freed from the localised dolor. Stillness transforming into an amble, you made it a mission to walk to the larger street. There, you could get a taxi - there were always many of them around night time in neighbourhoods like this, kind drivers with kind metres if you gave them a pretty enough smile. 

Stay where you are. I love you. Stay where you are. I love you. Stay where you are.

Who said that? You froze mid stride, losing balance onto to have your back hit the brick wall of the building to your side, just under the sign you had read out to - 

So it did happen after all. You had talked to Mingi. Moaning out in frustration, you slid down the rough structure and onto the ground beneath you, throwing an empty water bottle and a fast food wrapper away from you in anger. Unable to recall what you had said to him, you settled for piecing together his voice, hands emulating the linking of a jigsaw puzzle in front of you. Purse having long become a bracelet, and phone clenched in one of your hands as if it was permanently linked to your body, the only thing that existed was every phrase that he had uttered into your ear, like he was standing by you. So much for not thinking of Song Mingi. Way to go. What a treacherous night this was. Head feeling heavy, you began to give into the signs of oncoming slumber, nodding off, cheek approaching shoulder, earring brushing over bare skin.

Mingi was not one for breaking the law, but his accelerator most certainly was. Rushing past every traffic light as though each one was a checkpoint, he sped through the city’s sleepless streets, only the final destination being his priority. Heart pounding, he barely looked at the navigator on his phone as he slammed on the gas. Ridiculous. Radical. If he were to ever tell his friends about this, they would call him a fool. After two weeks of nothing, for him to jump at the first call - he was clearly making the same mistakes, every turn a wrong one. If scouting clubs for the next pleasure hit was your addiction, burning himself on your flames was his. In the icy silence his days had been serene, and he hated it. There was no expectation, nor any hope for him to cling to. In the morning after you had left, even though Mingi had anticipated this and promised himself that he would not be upset, his preference was clear: it was better to live in an illusion rather than face the fact of not being wanted, and never standing a chance. You had turned your attention to him when he had asked for you to use him - that was the place he should have known and stayed if he wished for you to ever look in his direction again. 

That was why when his phone lit up with your name, and a photo filled the screen, one that he had taken of you when you, him, Wooyoung and San had all gone to a nature reserve for a spontaneous weekend getaway which you probably did not remember but it was precious to him, he threw sleep out of the window. It was easy enough, considering his recent pre-sleep routine of rationalising the events of that night. His mind was already trained on you when he finally got you to speak. You were floating, not quite like yourself, but your feelings were clear - not a hint of malice towards him, dreamy, rendering him breathless.

Mingi blamed himself for not being persistent enough, instead choosing to take a step back and give you whatever space you wanted or needed. He had done that in university when you were still friends, he had done it right up until that night, it was nothing new. Let you forget him until you suddenly craved his company, or felt it necessary to invite him to whatever function you had scheduled. Running a hand through his hair, short and strawberry blonde, hints of pink across the strands giving way to darker roots, he tried to calm his nerves. It was torturous to picture you in a vulnerable state, on a night when you normally felt and looked invincible. But since you called him, it was his duty to ensure that this held true.

Only a couple of minutes later, Mingi found the required street and, upon making a turn he slowed down and halted beside a figure curled up by the side wall. He cursed himself for not being faster. Panic shot up his spine and across every limb. He made a beeline towards you, shutting the door to the driver’s seat particularly hard in his distress. Assuming the worst, Mingi was in front of you in the matter of seconds, crouching down to peer at your face, noticing the smudged mascara, lipstick traces trailing onto your skin, flushed cheeks, sickly, glazed over and half-lidded eyes. Scowling, he regarded you in your Friday night glory, wondering why you thought you deserved this self-treatment in the first place.

“Y/N.”

No response. You remained stationary, with only your head occasionally threatening to fall to the side, hair snagging on the rough, eroded bricks behind you. Carefully, Mingi reached out, balancing himself on his bent knees, and pushed back a lock that was obscuring your face, convincing himself that you looked better already. Heart aching, he tried calling out to you another time, and then another, naively hoping that you could ascend from your state in an instant. As he put his hands on your delicate shoulders, gingerly tilting you forwards and away from the freezing, disgusting wall, he bit back his logic and chose to listen to the senses that you had so easily manipulated. 

Was this really the same person who had him wrapped around her finger? Malleable, putty in his hands you sank into his hold as he wiggled back to try and get you to find your own footing. Rising into a standing position, he lifted you up, sighing in relief when, even if only automatically, you followed the movement. He wanted to be mad at you - his brain was yelling for him to leave, return to the comfort of his home, alone, and let you figure things out for yourself. That was easy - just forget about you and have no morals. Sure. You were in a dangerous situation. But did you not have any friends who could take care of you? Where were they? Head turning side to side as if that would give him an answer, Mingi checked his surroundings. Only a collection of strangers, some of whom were enjoying the free entertainment, at least until they felt his glare settling on them. Quick feet on the pavement, dissipating into the midnight darkness.

“Oh… oh…” you groaned, as though waking up from a restless slumber. In his surprise Mingi nearly slipped, only just managing to support you again by hooking his arms around your torso instead of under your arms.

“Y/N, you are like, drunk drunk.”

“Just a lit-tle tipsy… is all, Mingi darling,” you answered slowly, lifting a hand to pinch your thumb and index finger together to show just how sober you were apparently - if only the move was coordinated, then maybe at least it could have given a good laugh. 

The affectionate pet name was ringing in his head, and no matter how much, and with what strength he was trying to brush it off, the buzzing persisted. Clinging onto him, a vexatious beast, echoing the weeks that had gone by after he had so willingly given himself up to you. If he were to be honest with himself, he would not be able to forget you even if by some futuristic miracle, he would be able to reset his consciousness. You were his nightmare and his dream, a haze in which he was lost for as long as he was alive. Cursing himself over and over, he opened the rear door closest to the two of you, whispering his sequence of moves out loud, knowing full well that you were probably not observing, nor listening.

The only thing on your mind was the comfort that was Mingi himself. How he had pulled you closer, and your hands landed on his broad chest. Hands snaking under the varsity jacket he put over a cotton tee, you felt your fingers warming up, the toned, sculpted beauty underneath turning into an alluring stability. There was nothing stopping you from closing the space, was there? Squinting, you took in his face, gasping as he turned away from you, revealing his side profile. Glasses, perfectly perched on the bridge of his nose, ever so slightly parted lips, a determined scrutiny of whatever it was that was in front of him. You could almost taste it. Apparently, it was easy to forget prior losses when the one you had been searching for in other bodies appeared before you.

Certainly, it had to have been him at the club however long ago. It had to have been, you were only looking for him and got lost, right? Fully convinced that you were right, despite Mingi being dressed more for a late night walk along a river bank rather than for a night of clubbing and hedonistic debauchery, you mumbled, cowering while he was trying to turn you and get you to take a seat:

“I missed you… Mingi.”

Eyes still half closed, you tilted your head to look in the approximate direction of your saviour, or companion… friend? It could not be. There ceased to be any lines that you could cross, and you were, for the first time in a long time, okay with it. You did not need nor want the barriers, not when his perfume was your salvation, not when his strong hands were rubbing your upper arms, not when you watched him take off his jacket and wrap it around you in slow motion. It was warm. He was warm. But he was not responding. The quiet was deafening as he nudged your legs, motioning for you to hop further into the vehicle - so you were in a car, huh? A couple of thuds somewhere below you, and a pair of heels manifested themselves on the floor of the salon. Obliging, you fell back inside and saw the light shutting itself away from you. A click, and you were alone. Trapped. There was no Mingi. 

Wrapping your hands around the edges of the thick material, you pulled it tighter around you, emulating an embrace. Why were you left alone? Was this a prank? Was Mingi tricking you? Question after question, there were too many to answer in the midst of an oncoming headache, but you knew that you needed to leave this instant - Mingi was outside and he had to be waiting for you. After all, you needed to give him back his jacket. You were done running backwards. Just as you ran a hand over the door, looking for the right handle or button or whatever the car could possibly have, another door opened, revealing the same man, your same Mingi, still dressed in the same outfit as you had just seen, still in those glasses that suited him so well. 

Through the gap between the headrest and the main seat, you gleamed at him, reassured that you were no longer abandoned in the metal box. The corner of Mingi’s mouth twitched upwards, though the majority of his response was evidently suppressed. He had to be hiding something. He must be mad at you. This was because you had been gone for too long, and then reappeared drunk out of your mind - he had said so himself. His voice boomed in your ears, blooming into a deafening echo that muted the car’s engine. Only once the car started did the realisation hit you - you had no idea that he even drove. The last night you had been together, you had taken a taxi, and he was sitting right next to you - you could recall every touch on your skin, over your dress, his ragged, shallow breaths. You needed to sleep, this was a dream… a dream… it had to be a nightmare… you were planning on talking to Mingi tomorrow… you would call him as soon as you woke up from this discord…

Crawling through the metropolis, the car stormed farther and farther from the district which you had decided to mark as your place of shipwreck. It was not the same location as before, he noted, now having more of an opportunity to piece together what had unfolded. If he was any more cynical and any less in love with you, he would have made it a case to point out that probably you intentionally had selected a spot that was a considerable distance away from your usuals because hell or heaven forbid your friends would stop you. Mingi had no clue as to what occurred in the time you were non-existent in his daily life, but evidently it had taken a considerably negative toll. Passed out on the back seats, you were exhausted by the world in which you lived, the world which was mercilessly testing you and draining you for all you were worth.

Stopped at a lonely red light, the hue crept through the windshield, settling over the salon and the two lost souls contained within. Quickly taking out his phone to check the time - no longer needing it for navigation after having the route imprint itself in his memory, he pinched the bridge of his nose, careful not to let the glasses slip. It was almost one in the morning - the commotion and additional steps because of your inebriated state had accumulated, long leaving the last day of the so-called work week behind. Happy weekend - with a bitter aftertaste, he uttered the words under his breath, shoving the phone back in the pocket of his jeans and shifting to turn around to take a quick look at you. You were peaceful, your features fully relaxed. Your purse had turned into something of a pillow, and while your legs could not exactly rest comfortably on the seats, you appeared to be blissful how you were, nuzzled into his jacket. Drifting in his musings, studying your every detail Mingi almost did not notice the lights change, relying solely on instinct to switch gears and move forward. With one last glance, he continued his journey, realising that he was not sure where your home was. Driving you to your closest friends was not an option either, considering that you did not mention nor call them - and if you did not want to see them, he should not be the one to orchestrate a falling out. There was always time for drama, but he did not want to extend it for himself.

Making one final, decisive turn that would take him to his neighbourhood, Mingi gripped the steering wheel to curb an accumulating nervousness. It was a sudden pang, a memory lifting itself up from the chaos he had brushed under the carpet after you had spontaneously left. He had not been fully asleep, simply spent and trustful, but everything stopped him from following you. As if a spear had mounted him to the bed - he was nothing more than a feeble bug on display, rotting. There was nothing he could have done, he was sure, except maybe not saying what he had said. In retrospect it was easy to see that those three words had been the final shot in the torn up heart. So, for the better, he was not going to say them, and pretend he never did, if that was what was going to let you sleep better and recover. That night was long in the past, and should be treated as a spectre. As weeks would go by perhaps you could look at him again, and be genuine in your feelings towards him. And he would not have to put himself up for sacrifice to gain your attention. 

Soon enough, his apartment building was in sight, and the wheels rolled him closer and closer to his next dilemmas. Letting out a trembling breath, Mingi clicked a button on his keys once he approached the gates to the underground parking. You were as still as ever, consumed by your slumber. Coming to a halt at his designated spot, he killed the engine and fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. The noises that had crawled out from the club turned into wisps of risk and melancholia, clinging onto your otherwise gorgeous dress and filling the vehicle until that was all he could sense. Hands on the steering wheel, Mingi attempted to plan his next moves, thinking of the trip to the elevator, the ride up, and just how he could convince you to be lucid enough to help him in getting you cleaned up. Love and confusion aside, you were a person who needed help and support, and he was the one you had trusted in your last moments before losing sobriety.

It was a long trip. From you not quite being able to make it out of the car, to you nearly tumbling into the elevator and dragging Mingi down with you, the young man was sure that he had never had to be on such high alert ever in his life. Not even when he had to act in the role of a sleuth to figure out where your lectures had been back in university, and whether there was any way in which your paths could cross. It seemed that now he did not have to force fate’s hand quite as much. With one final stumble over the door frame that marked the entrance to his apartment, you were in, safe and secure from the outdoors, and Mingi could begin thinking more comfortably. Kicking off his own shoes, he ignored the feeling that arose when you intertwined your fingers with his as you waited. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, there was something endearing about you, pleasantly childish qualities protruding through the hardened exterior of an experienced seductress. Like there was still some vulnerability left, and Mingi was the only one to see it. Adjusting his glasses out of habit, or perhaps to mask his growing concern due to your spontaneously peppy disposition, he tugged on your arm, making you follow him past the living room and towards a breakfast bar that served as a divider to the kitchen. Stopping mid-stride, he turned and pointed for you to take a seat on the sofa.

You had vague recollections of the interior, but the lighting, which remained dim, prevented you from making out any details. After Mingi left your side, you curled your legs under your body and flopped onto the decorative pillows that occupied the right corner. Huddling as if it was your nest, you made yourself comfortable. Without him being right next to you, the sensation of being embraced remained. He was in every thread and every space; you could finally inhale and exhale tranquillity. Clinking of glasses and the sound of pouring piqued your inquisitiveness, albeit fuzzy in the half-consciousness, and you called out to Mingi’s approaching figure, a loopy grin plastered on your face.

“He-hey, let’s get the party started… is that champagne?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s got you… like this?” with the hand that was holding the full glass, Mingi gestured over your body.

“Like how? How am I now?”

“Like a bar after a football match.” he deadpanned, carefully taking a seat next to you and grabbing your hands. Upon ensuring the cup was secure in your grasp, he fell backwards to rest his head on the back of the couch, momentarily shutting his eyes. He was curious if you would be able to figure out that what you were about to drink was water.

“Huh? You’re mean…” mumbling to yourself, you lifted the beverage, taking a tentative sip. The cool liquid soothed you, eliminating the burning that occupied your mouth and throat for however long you had been in and out of the handmade turmoil. Greedily you took a gulp, another, until nearly all the water travelled to nourish your dehydrated, fatigued self. The cup, too, possessed a welcome coldness, refreshing, a change to the static that was rolling like thunder in your cranium. You could not resist the temptation to put the glass against your temple, sensing another wave of the dull ache returning to you.

“How much did you drink?”

“Interesting question. Just drank a whole glass,” you teased, aware that Mingi was likely after a different response, but you were all for omitting the truth as much as you could.

“I mean out there.”

“Where?”

“The club.”

“Oh… uh… a… a couple here and there.”

“Knowing you, that is like a whole bottle.”

“What can I say? I have a high tolerance.”

“If only you had a better tolerance for other shit,” his comment caught you off guard. Said to no one in particular, but staying suspended in the air, the phrase was less supportive than what you would have hoped for. He was definitely mad. The anxiety that had been resting on your shoulders like a foul beast stirred awake, digging its nails into your skin until the question you asked far too often slipped away from you, throwing you back into your antique patterns, ones you thought you had buried for good.

“Are you mad at me?” you sounded timid, and a hand instantly flew to your mouth, clumsily covering it. Mingi’s eyes shot open, him giving you a once over from his leaned back position. Sitting up, he raised an eyebrow.

“Say what now?”

“I… are you mad at me?”

“Wh-... why would I be?” he cleared his throat, curious as to what you had conjured and were proposing as an interpretation of his actions.

“I… well I… I am too much aren’t I… I am here, you are - wait what time is it? It should be so late, or early… ha, ha, I don’t even… wait so are you not mad at me? But I am just so all over the place and now I am… wait - what time? Is it? Are you supposed to be sleeping, oh my goodness yes you are I am intruding aren’t I, I should be home, wait how did you find me? Were you there with me? Was I doing anything weird oh why did I go tonight I was not supposed to go but no I had to go and forget you know I wanted to forget everything but you kept on coming back are you ma-”

“Y/N-”

You were speeding up, forgetting air, forgetting that you were safe. You imagined yourself to be in the middle of the ocean, clambering for anything to hold on to. But the more you struggled, the less you could see, and yet you could only continue speaking. Faster, faster, filling the emptiness with your every thought as if there was no space neither in your heart nor your mind to keep them close and safe. As if this was a bargaining token or a confession, and Mingi was the one to deliver a final judgement, or to pardon your every sin. You were afraid of what he could do, or maybe not do. The only thing that was vivid enough for you to grasp was the idea that you did not want him to go, and so you were desperately trying to catch every word you had uttered in your past that could possibly deter him. Oxygen was not an option when Mingi, your 'not quite a friend anymore', was on the line.

“Mad at me and I am not even sure why this is happening actually I know exactly why and I am sure this is a dream right now I mean you definitely hate me now maybe not before but surely now I did everything to make you hate me and I am just a mess I probably look the part I am sorry I am sorry I am so-”

“Y/N BREATHE.” with a raised voice, he cut you off. You had not noticed him lift himself off the sofa and move in front of you. He pushed the coffee table further back to give himself more space, and kneeled on one leg while prying the glass from your shaking hands. Though you had ceased to barrage him with sentences of raw dread, your breathing was still shallow, barely spaced out, lungs roaring for more, praying for relief.

Glass left on the table, Mingi’s hands clasped over yours, his gaze unwavering, searching. You could not read him. Everything you possibly wanted to say was bouncing around your skull in a painful flurry, inducing a lump that started to grow in your throat, accumulating mistakes and emotion. You did not deserve to face the man who was in front of you, but even when you tried to break away from his touch, he held on, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Breathe. Let’s count, shall we? Focus on my voice, okay?” Now, inhale, two, three, four-”

Switching approaches, Mingi distracted you. After a couple of rounds of counting, noting your darting glances he asked for you to point out three colours you could see. Three pieces of furniture. Slowing you down, gradually, grounding you until you were only the slightest bit unsteady. 

“I am sorry.” you mumbled, doubling over, forehead against his hands. In shock, Mingi did not retract them, instead staring at how your hair cascaded over your shoulders and down, down like a waterfall, glimmering softly in the night lights that crawled into the room through every window.

“For what?” barely a whisper, only a hint of curiosity in anticipation of hearing something less than pleasant. 

“For leaving,” he replayed the words in his head in utter disbelief. Never had he heard you apologise for disappearing, abandoning, making decisions that put you first. He had gotten used to it, considering it to be a trait that was normal to you, one that those close to you simply had to deal with. The two little words shed a new light, making him wonder just how you felt two weeks ago. You were not done, however, feeling the need to spill the secrets you had been holding, in the intimacy of night, of not having to look at him, “for going out and for thinking strangers could… could-”

“It’s okay… I-”

“How is it okay?” lifting your head, a portrait of misery was revealed. The makeup that had already travelled across to other parts of your face was now starting to etch streams down your cheeks, the tears being the only ones to confidently make their way. Mingi was at a loss, never having been able to predict that this night would end, or begin, like this.

“Well…”

“How? Please… I am… disgusting… Why do I always do this I-”

“Hey. Hey, listen to me,” hands on your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the rolling droplets, Mingi was reaching out for you, calling you back from the abyss into which you wished to fall, “first of all, no behaviour is quote unquote disgusting, you hear me?”

“Uh huh… but… but I hurt people- I… I hurt you…”

“Look, I know we have never had any deep one on ones before, but I know you are hurting. I think that answers quite a few things, doesn’t it?” trying his best to remain rational and calm, Mingi recalled phrases that he had been told many times, had said before, only now they held colossal meaning, weighed down by what had happened. 

“But why are you…”

“What I do is my choice, just like what you do is yours, yeah?”

“But I choose badly… like today at the club I-... I-” you tripped over your words, the recollection forcing you to shudder. Sensing the buildup, Mingi diverted your attention by holding your hands once more.

“So how can you choose better? I mean, let’s think about tomorrow. What were you thinking of doing? Take me through the day. Say, you wake up, you…” he gestured for you to continue after him.

“I… brush my teeth, fix my hair and clothes… make breakfast… call you," you stopped, staring into his dark eyes, shining with bittersweet tenderness. For the first time, he wanted to believe that you indeed were drunk.

“Call me?”

“...I was planning to…”

“Even if you found someone?” The comment stung, but was not unfounded. Mingi knew you far too well for you to deny that you would at least attempt to fill the weekly void.

“I only kissed him… I promise…”

“I,” tightening his jaw repeatedly, Mingi resisted the urge to snap, or to make any accusations. It was obvious to any fool that you had lived through enough without him adding fuel to the hellish fire, “like I said, your choice.”

“I don’t want to make it anymore.”

“Then make another. And keep trying until you find the one that’s right for you.” 

Dumbfounded, you could only look, and wonder if the man in front of you was real and was not figuring out ways to throw you out of his apartment. The idea could not be further from the truth. While he had to admit that the circumstances were not particularly romantic, nor was Mingi about to take every word and action as gospel, but this had to be the most candid he had ever seen you be, and the most open with him. Behind the gloss of a night fuelled by percentages, shots and bubbly, garnished with regretful actions and hopes for a restart, you were easy to read, your intentions and actions honest and benevolent. 

“I was going to call you,” you reiterated with conviction.

“Tomorrow,” Mingi responded, switching his positioning to sit down on the floor, one hand still holding onto you while the other flew to find purchase on the carpet, offering balance. His thumb traced patterns on your skin absent-mindedly while he waited for you to continue.

“Yeah.”

“And what were you going to do?” there was no way to know whether the answer he would hear was one he wanted to, or was ready to hear. Of course, he liked to believe he was used to you, but not to your new feelings.

Had it hurt when he realised that he had been discarded, just like he had anticipated? Of course. Had his closest friend given him an earful after finding him wholly zoned out during their scheduled mid-week lunch? Definitely - the words still stung him. But was Mingi in any way angry with you? He could not be even if he tried. You had stayed true to yourself, and he should be happy that you did. And yet, the hope he had been living with remained persistent, and your present actions were not helping him in getting over it.

“Apologise…” you leaned closer to him, drowsy, freed from inhibition. 

“And?” his voice dropped into a whisper as he could not bear to take his gaze off your and his hands.

The usual you, the alluring, domineering you who had one mission and one mission only on this night: to have a good time at any cost, was starting to resurface. You were grappling with your inner conscious, hoping to resurrect what you had previously labelled as confidence.

“Kiss you,” your act dropped quickly enough as you read the sadness in Mingi’s form, from the droop of the shoulders to the loosening of his hold on you, to the half-hearted joke that made you flush an embarrassing shade of pink. Awful, inducing the desire for the ground to disappear beneath you, but you could not stop.

“Through the phone?”

“No… on… like… a date?” shy, you proposed the idea to him.

“What’s with the questioning tone?” leaning back on both hands, Mingi regarded you. His black-rimmed glasses had slid down allowing him to look over the frame and into your soul, making you shiver. There was a seriousness in the gesture, a cold air of professionalism that you knew Mingi was capable of, but never experienced being directed at yourself. 

“I don’t know… I haven’t dated in a while I guess…” finding interest in the hem of your dress, you fiddled with the thick fabric.

“What’s got you so into it now?”

“My choice,” you echoed his words, earning an amused smirk. After a meek pause, you pushed out the inquiry, barely audible, “Would you kiss me back?”

“Depends on what you’re feeling when you kiss me.”

“But you said you loved me, didn’t you? Mingi?” you straightened yourself up, feigning nonchalance, pretending to not be hurt by the passivity that rested on Mingi’s face as he studied you. 

He wished he could make this easy and lead the conversation to a happy end, but that would only end in turmoil. Whatever you remembered, and whatever was so fresh in your mind could change in the blink of an eye, and later, in the morning, sober you could begin to despise yourself, and him in one go. The last thing he needed was for you to disappear from his life. So, it was better to restart. He bit his tongue for a couple of moments, swallowing every phrase that he had ceaselessly been repeating like mantras meant only for his walls to hear and hold no judgement towards, and selected denial, for your own benefit.

“...No such thing.”

“But I swear I-”

“I think it’s time to clean up and sleep, yeah?” he cut you off with searing neutrality. Rising from the floor, he flicked his hands for you to follow his actions. Though you had recovered enough to balance on your own, at least if you were to take everything slow, you were stuck in place, wanting to hear what you had been secretly longing for to spill from his lips.

“But, wait I-”

“Sleep time,” adamant to move past the painful hurdle, Mingi reiterated the implied command. Moving to grab your hand, he lifted you from the sofa, only to let go once you were on your feet. Taking the opportunity, you took small fistfuls of his t-shirt, pulling the stunning man towards you. If he could not speak the words, surely he would want to express them?

“Kiss me now?” The question sounded more like an offer. Like you were placing your attention for sale, thinking that this was enough to establish a connection.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

Mingi wanted to collapse. Your eyes, the tremble in your voice, how you looked with his jacket still draped over your shoulders had him wrapped around your finger. He did want to kiss you, a little too much, if he were to be honest. And that was exactly why he backed away. If you had meant what you confessed, you would be able to say the same thing in the morning, and to his face. If you had been meaning to call him, you would be able to call out his name and be honest in wishing to see him, to be with him.

“I’ll kiss you when you’re fully sober, okay?” The negotiation seemed to work as you visibly relaxed and let him guide you to the bathroom, where he began to point out the makeup wipes, the towels, ignoring the fact that you had figured out the layout on your own some time ago and probably had some rough recollection.

“What a gentleman,” you uttered while roughly smudging your makeup with remover, not caring for the audience of one who was leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom, watching you to make sure that you did not hurt yourself nor ruin anything too badly.

“It’s the bare minimum.”

“I suppose… I… uh… shower? Yeah?”

“Oh yeah… wait I’ll bring you some clothes or something. Do you mind what?”

“Whatever you are okay with giving me, darling.”

Hissing to himself, Mingi adjusted his glasses and clutched the jacket you returned in his right hand. He ambled to his bedroom in search of something that would inevitably end up smelling like you and serve as another reminder of just how easily he could give himself up for this kind of closeness. If he were to let his eyelids fall like a protective blanket, he could pretend for a split second that this was how it had always been - domestic, sweet, uncomplicated. Head turned away, Mingi returned, only to see your clothes not so neatly strewn about on the heated tiles. His eyes moved on their own accord, to settle on your silhouette, moving slowly behind the shower curtain. Despising the fact that he knew your body and craved it like water or air, he left the t-shirt and sweatpants that he had picked out lying in a folded pile by the sink.

Mingi was restless, storming from bedroom to living room and back again, his instinctive decision-making finally catching up to him and crashing down on his consciousness with full force. He had acted rashly, listening only to his heart, and in every point along the turbulent path back home when he could have let go of what was inevitably going to be more pain for you and for him, he selfishly refused to. While moving a pillow and throw to the sofa, he was in awe of his own dedication, and how, for you, he could thoughtlessly abandon everything that his studies had attempted to instil in him over the years, from university to clinical practice.

With a tired hand he took off his glasses, giving the lenses a half-hearted wipe with the edge of his tee, more out of habit than out of need. According to the lazy clock on his wall, it was nearing two o’clock in the morning. He shuddered, and heat rushed to his face. What was he doing two weeks ago at this time? It was best to ignore that and start anew. You were just a friend who by some twist of fate he ended up getting to know a little too intimately. But if exes could become friends, surely you two could work out, even if in your drunk state you were exposing feelings that were potentially resonant with his - obviously far from platonic. Mingi shook his head, ultimately failing to banish his optimism. He needed coffee, anything to get his mind off things, maybe his work emails.

In the middle of his preparations, also known as remaining idle while the coffee machine worked its magic, you reappeared from the bathroom, freshened up, cheeks pink, and dressed in his clothes, which, he hated to say, looked too good on you. The t-shirt he had picked out, originally oversized even for him, perfectly draped over your curves; hinted at everything, revealed nothing. A couple of dark spots where water from your hair had dripped onto the soft cotton made the scene all the more homely, comfortable, and the only thing holding him back from sweeping you into an impossibly tight hug was the grey that befell your unlabelled relationship with him. Mingi was a man of logic, preferring to set things up onto metaphorical shelves, and in his work he was known to be a brilliant theorist, consulted on matters of analysis and diagnostics. The idea of a situationship, no strings attached and any other synonyms irked him, and the more he looked at you, and how you gazed at him so serenely, the more he wanted to put his foot down and ask you to decide. But if you had set your mind on tomorrow - or as the clocks were saying later today, he had to do what he did best - wait. It had been two weeks. What would a few more hours do except give you time to sober up and figure out what it was that you wanted from him and yourself?

“All better?” Who was he asking? Thankfully, you interpreted it as a question directed at you. 

“Much better… sorry I am so out of it. Probably saying shit.”

“Don’t worry. I am just glad you are safe.”

“Mingi,” his name on your lips, the sweetest poison for his heart, “...thank you darling, really. I… hm, just thinking about what could have happened…”

“No need to think. About that, I mean.”

“And what should I think about?” raising an eyebrow, you captured the accidental slip of his musings in your delicate hands, subjecting it to scrutiny.

“Sleep.”

“You said that before. Besides, coffee? Really?”

“For me. I sleep better with coffee.”

Sure.”

“You can uh… I moved my stuff so you can sleep in the bedroom.”

“What about-”

“I’ll be right here.”

“I mean… we… didn’t we…” you wanted to allude to the bed having been shared before.

“I am here. You are there. Cool?” With the last of the americano having dripped into his cup, Mingi raised the hot beverage to take a careful sip, wincing as the liquid nearly burned his mouth. At least it served as a good distraction, just as he wanted.

“Mm… sorry. ‘Night.”

Spinning on your heels, you made a beeline for the bedroom, not waiting for Mingi’s response. Rejection after rejection; you smiled to yourself as you regarded the white sheets, decorated with a silvery sheen from the lights outside, washed over by a warm glow of the reading lamp positioned on the bedside table farthest from you. Welcoming, kind. Like the man who was now drinking coffee at hell o’clock in the morning, all because of you. The man who gave you his own clothes without a second thought. The man who kept on giving to a person who kept on taking. As you collapsed onto the sheets, crawling underneath the covers with an unprecedented exhaustion, you fell into a dreamless slumber with the thoughts of yourself being like a certain character from a famous animated film that you had watched with your friends, only to rewatch it on your own that same night once you got home. A spirit with no face, only an insatiable appetite, a rage that could not be extinguished - always more, taking from everyone, taking everything. Cloaked in black, a creature of darkness, without a place in society and meant sink into its own misery. You were alone in this world, wishing for the skies to clear, praying you would find the strength to fight for it.

He could not sleep. With the coffee finished but not the slightest hint of drowsiness approaching, Mingi stretched to grab the laptop that had been lying on the coffee table, choosing to go over his work emails that had accumulated from the time he had logged off just a night ago. Chain mail, Friday newsletters, reminders, rescheduling, appointment bookings, cancellations, conferences, journal updates, editor reviews… so much noise that settled like ash on his eyes, amounting to what appeared to be nothing. Segments of an imaginary success that drained him of any desire to show up on Monday. After answering what he could, Mingi pinched the bridge of his nose, and lied down on the couch, balancing the laptop on his stomach. He had foregone the throw, finding it to be more of a hindrance to his constant movement. What was it that he had told quite a few of his patients? Sleep was essential for a sound mind? Comical. Perhaps it was time to consult someone for his own troubles. He was good enough at solving things for others, but unfortunately that did not seem to apply when the ‘others’ was himself. If only he could stop concentrating on your presence in the room right next to him, on whether you were sleeping soundly and if you needed anything.

It was a quiet rustling that had woken Mingi up from a quick nap that he had fallen into. After a moment of disorientation, he registered the sound as being your footsteps, inching around the sofa in the approximate direction of the kitchen.

“Escaping?” recoiling as though you had been struck, you halted. After having been buried under a cosy duvet, the apartment felt cold, and you could barely hold back the shiver that was threatening to run over you. 

“Water… sorry did I wake you up?”

“Nah, wasn’t sleeping anyways. Here let me get it for you.”

Without another word uttered, nor any glances which could plant seeds of doubt in your head about his intentions, Mingi was right there with you, leading you to your target and pouring a glass. You did not mind how he watched you handle the item, nor how he took it out of your grasp as soon as you were done. He was gentle, even though each move did appear to be pre-calculated and strictly bound by a larger, all-encompassing decision. You tried to reach out for him, and when he stepped away after noticing you in the peripherals, the point was proven. Mingi was seeking distance. Biting your lower lip, the echoes of an earlier anxiety bubbled, manifesting itself in your classic black and white thinking.

“I am a mess,” like a coin dropped in a well, the phrase bounced from every wall, right back to you.

“Break that down for me,” crossing his arms, Mingi turned around and leaned against the counter.

“Are you going therapy mode on me?” you tried to joke, but the words came across more as an accusation. You felt weak, exposed. The shiver escaped, goosebumps now decorating your flesh, causing what you interpreted as pity to flash in Mingi’s eyes.

“I’m assuming that is what you’re seeking now, no?”

“...no.”

“Okay.”

As if the conversation had never begun, Mingi returned to drying his hands, leaving you alone with an unpleasant sobriety. With the early morning returned fragments of memories - a highlight reel of things you probably should not have said, but now that you had to own up to and either confirm or keep running away from. Inhale, exhale, and the words poured by themselves.

“Can we… talk about something?”

“Something?”

“I think… I… you know how I… wait I did say I was planning to call you right?”

“Mhm,” Mingi turned back, regarding you with an unreadable expression.

“So I have said a lot of things,”

“Yeah, and, what do you want to say to me?”

“I’m… sorry.”

“You already said it.”

“I mean it.”

“I know. What else?”

“Help me.”

“With… what?”

“I am afraid.”

“Of?”

“How I feel.”

“And how is that?”

“Well…”

You paused, throat drying. Your body recoiled from what you had settled on admitting. But it had to happen, even if the result would be you never seeing Mingi again, because at least you would have done something to try and defeat yourself. After hearing the three little words, and having them repeat over and over again, the light in which you saw your own life and saw Mingi had shifted. He could not be that same happy, naive, angel-like friend from university who had somehow ended up in your company of misfits and comrades in melancholy to you anymore. For the first time, you wanted to place a significance on a relationship that was beyond one night in a stranger’s bed. 

“I am afraid… that I- I-”

“What you are about to say, did you weigh it up? Did you consider it? Evaluate it? Are you sure that what you are about to share, and will be unable to reverse, is done with a clear mind?”

“Yes.”

“And you want to say it to me.”

“Yes, Mingi.”

You reached for his hands, worry making you play with his slightly cold fingertips. Intertwined, swinging side to side the tiniest bit, like a swaying of a sleepy willow; either the beginning, or the end. Mingi took a deep breath, as though preparing himself to be brutally smited.

“Then, um, as you were saying?”

“I want to fall in love with you.”

A laugh involuntarily flew from his chest, like a slap across your face. When you tried to slide past him, however, his arm wrapped around your upper body, pulling you close.

“Want to? What does that mean?” With prior seriousness being replaced by a more playful tone, the calm evaded you, “hey, take your time, it’s fine. You are already doing really, really well.”

“May I hug you?”

“Sure, c’mere,” he was the sun in late summer, the rays lulling, soothing. A glistening gold palette illuminated by a well-paired cologne that you were already wearing after resting in his bed, a masterpiece that you wanted to sink into and never escape. The horrors of the night that never stopped repeating were crawling away into their putrid caverns, providing at least a temporary relief and returning you to the waking, beautiful world. Mingi was comfortable in the best sense of the description, a stability that you had never dared to dream of. You pressed your head against him, shutting yourself away from cacophonous intrusions that had been leading you every Friday.

“You said you loved me.”

“Don’t remember,” the vibrations across his torso as he spoke soothed some of the pain inflicted by his answer. You could not blame him. Perhaps you two were much more similar than you had initially thought.

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

“A lot.”

“A lot.”

“Can you help me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Some things you should face yourself, I can only point you in the right direction. I can see that this goes beyond anything that either of us could mention or explore right now, and I hate to say it but there is no magic cure or something. It takes time and effort,” Mingi wrapped his arms tighter, one hand starting to pat the back of your head absent-mindedly, focusing on the sensation of each strand against his palm, “but what I can do is be here. For you. And if you want to, for us. How does that sound?”

“Like it’s too good to be true. I don’t deserve you.”

“No one deserves anyone. We just fit together, and we will make things work. Step by step,” Mingi made it sound easy. You wanted to believe him.

“We?”

“You just said you want to fall in love with me, Y/N. We kind of… need to be together for that to happen, methinks.” 

“Good point.” you mumbled, snuggling closer, hiding your face.

“May I be honest for a second?”

“Mhm.”

“I am not saying it so that we say it together when you’re ready, cool?”

“Say what?”

“You know, the L word,” you looked up to see him wiggling his eyebrows dramatically, making you chuckle.

“Oh… thank you, Mingi. I appreciate it. Yeah. Makes sense.”

In the tranquillity of the early dawn, you were not alone. Not curled up on the floor, a stranger to yourself, but in the arms of someone who cared and his feelings remained unchanged through times you thought anyone could, and would abandon you. You could finally hear your own thoughts becoming clear and level. Nothing could be better than the hope for such a bright tomorrow.

“Hmm… I think I liked when you were calling me darling in every sentence,” with a flick of your wrist you lightly hit Mingi’s broad chest, without pulling away. 

“I did not-”

“Are you not sober, darling?” he made you pause your denials, a sunny smile on his face.

“Okay fine yes I did…”

“Care to say it again?” taken by surprise by the request, you were left open-mouthed, with a raised brow.

“Darling?”

“Music to my ears,” he answered while barely being able to stifle a yawn.

This was the closest Mingi could get to a fairy tale moment with you, and he could not be happier. A grin fought its way to the surface, until it practically hurt his cheeks, and he pressed you to his chest, just so that you would not see it. But it did not take someone to be especially hyper-observant to sense his glee, capable of melting the snow in the harshest winter. Perhaps it was foolish of him to admit this, but nothing felt more right. How your body melded into his, perfectly unified. How your heart beat at a gentle pace, in time with his, and how your steady breathing tickled his skin - a constant reminder of your electrifying proximity.

“Sleepy?”

“Mmm… a bit.”

“Maybe a change of…” you glanced at the couch, “location would do you some good?” detangling yourself, the suggestion was made with a simple turn of the head, which Mingi agreed to with a curt nod, and a removal of his glasses.

Though it was his apartment and technically you were the guest, he was the one following you, like always. Shying away from your gaze as he rapidly changed into sweatpants and a tee that were other than those he had worn during his midnight expedition to retrieve you from the club, making you giggle and cover your eyes with a dramatic swoop of the hand, he was back at your mercy in these four walls. Playing with fire, he lied down on the bed next to you, counting to steady himself. Glasses left on the bedside table, he stared at the soft blur of the ceiling, admiring how soft the light of the earliest dawn looked without the myriad of details that otherwise occupied the material it fell upon. Mingi debated with himself whether what he was allowing was appropriate, and whether it would inevitably lead to what he had been secretly hoping for. He could not lie, not to himself at least - he still wanted you, and now, with the avenue towards the prospects of a relationship having been opened, the wishes were becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. Not when you were right there beside him, obviously studying the contours of his face, tracing the gorgeous lines that its silhouette formed and thanking the heavens for having the ability to take in and memorise Mingi. 

Oddly enough, in the semi-darkness of the bedroom - a place that was supposed to be the most intimate and exposing, you felt confidence return to you like the gust of a reviving spring wind. With every inhale and exhale, the familiar strength regained its capability, and led you to place a hand on Mingi’s chest, and while still keeping up a coy act, to run a lone finger down its middle, stopping right at the abdomen. Muscles tensing under your touch, Mingi sighed. Clearly, sleeping was not on your agenda whether you wanted it or not. Your habits, perfected over years, were advising you to act, and do so now. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately for him, he shared the same desire.

“What’s up?” he mumbled, head rolling to the side to find you already looking right at him.

“You’re far.”

“We are literally on the same bed.”

“No, but you are far. You get me?” a tentative leg over his, hooking around and serving as a lever to pull you closer to him. It was too natural, how Mingi’s arm stretched out and let you cuddle into him, acting as a pillow.

“I suppose. What do you want to do about it?”

“This,” tracing along his jawline, you prompted him to turn. You were close, way too close for him to not hold his breath as you came into focus - the one person he could always see, even when you were not physically with him. 

Mingi resisted. As much as he was seeking the same contact, the tinge of regret for giving his heart up so easily was prominent, a scalding hot iron. It was too much - lying under the blanket of agitated stillness, pressure coiling at an astonishing speed as your eyes turned into the one universe he could care to exist in. Without realising it, he had turned towards you for a better angle, placing himself on your altar. Fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin under his ear, gently running through his blonde locks. Every brush of your hand against him was an unbearable fire, melting him into submission; nothing more than a servant in the sultry fog. It was impossible to answer how you were able to do this, and why Mingi was allowing you to, but just like everything else, it felt right, regardless of how dark the future could be. In what you had proclaimed to be a ‘mess’, he felt alive, human. For some, addiction was measured in degrees and in there being less and less memories as time went by - for him, it was in the syllables of your name, in the taste of your lips when he could not hold back any longer and closed the gap between you, sighing as the he could finally relive the sensation that had been haunting him every minute, be he asleep or awake.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, a bouquet of recollection and reminiscence as if you had been two souls torn apart for centuries. Mingi’s nose lightly brushed against your skin as he tilted his head to deepen the intimacy, his hands moving to hold you closer. The last time, each sense was charged with an undercurrent of carnal desire, and lust had revealed a palette of dark hues, while now, even with the rising intensity and Mingi’s hold drifting to find purchase on your hips, the scene was light. Instead of sacrificing yourselves to the night, you were defeating it, greeting your own dawn. It was an awe-inspiring hallucination, leaving you dazed and desiring more. Hooking your leg more tightly over Mingi’s thigh, you shuddered, the breathiest moan escaping you as an unexpected friction revealed your unwinding state, consumed by the man from whom you were done running. Breaking away to press your forehead against his and indulge in the shared oxygen, a hint of dizziness made you chuckle. Peppering a couple of kisses on his cheek, only to return to the same position, eyelashes almost touching, the lack of space proving to be the ultimate comfort, you whispered:

“I want this forever,” meaning every word, at least when ‘forever’ meant ‘for now’. You did not know yourself, or the new self you wanted to craft, so you could not make any promises just yet. But this was good enough. It was honest and raw.

“Take me on a date first,” Mingi teased with a wink. Caressing his cheek, you kissed the tip of his nose, making him scrunch it. 

“What a precious princess,” you chuckled, leaning over to close the space once again, ignited by the beautiful sounds that were muted by you, a most delectable fruit.

Desire on the tongue, truth on the teeth, love staining the lips a deeper pink as you fell into Mingi, giving into his tug at your waist to hover above him. This, however, did not last long as he grew more impatient, pressing you against his body, wriggling upwards until he was half-seated on the bed, and you, on his thigh. Your initial instincts were telling you to move, but as he adjusted his seating once more, muscle brushing against your growing excitement, you quickly decided against it, instead settling on his leg, grinding into it to check for Mingi’s reaction. Judging by the way his hand snaked to the nape of your neck, fingers lost in your tresses as he could not get enough of you, this was a welcome change. He was responsive, in tune with you, allowing you to take the lead. Momentarily standing up on your knees, you backed up to take off the sweatpants you had been wearing, feeling the heat in your core rising to embrace you in a seductive haze.

With glazed over, darkened orbs Mingi watched you, each breath an adrenaline-filled shudder. Freed from the cotton confines, with only the fine material of your panties left to contain the building arousal, you cupped Mingi’s face to give him a deep kiss until you lost all air, whispering instructions only once you had your fill. Promptly, he was in the same state of undress, more so when you cautiously hooked the base of his t-shirt, longing to see the body that was so perfect with yours. When you wanted to mirror the action, his expression changed to that of a miniscule panic, almost instantly replaced by an endearing shyness and a bitten lower lip.

“Can you… keep the shirt on?”

“You like to see me in your clothes, Mingi?” You were comfortable saying his name in other settings, sure, but in the semi-darkness of his bedroom, it occurred to you just how vulnerable the act was, capturing another’s attention with the simple collection of characters, echoing from wall to wall and resonating in the listener’s ears. But if you were to be an improved version of yourself, someone who had real control as opposed to the farce you had been parading around with, you needed to at least make a little bit of an effort to be aware of Mingi, find him in your pleasure and make him your focus. You were too used to taking centre stage and pushing others away for it. 

“More than I’d like to admit,” voice husky, he groaned as your lips found his neck, retracing, not needing pointers to find the places that drove your newly established lover wild, “Ah… if you are o-okay with it-”

His hands, now back on your hips, gave you a timid squeeze, reaffirming the rapture which your present outfit threw him into. Mingi had assumed that you were at your most beautiful when those dresses designed to seduce adorned your curves, highlighting and accentuating what he swore was divinity, but nothing could have prepared him for this sight, and the effect that it had on him. Whether it was on purpose or not, but his name being uttered so teasingly as you seeked an outlet for your sensual frustration, while you were in his shirt, in his room, having slept in his bed, it all sent him into a frenzy. He wanted to mark you, make you his, hear you say everything you never could to him while he would bring you heaven and make you see stars. 

“More than okay, darling, I love it,” nibbling at the soft skin, you smirked as Mingi emitted a groan, hands squeezing your ass. This prompted you to continue, and you sat back down, desperate for stimulation that your covered clit against his thigh could offer. 

“Is this how you want me, doll?” the pet name sent a jolt through you and you let out a shaky breath, leaving yourself to be supported by an equally taken Mingi, whose growing bulge was now poking against your knee.

“Doll?”

“Only fair I call you something pretty, hm? Unless you want to…” he trailed off, recalling the roles that you had taken previously.

“I want to take it slow with you right now,” you kissed him, lazily moving your hips, the material getting more soaked with each glide, “will you let me?” when he did not immediately give an answer, you palmed at the prominent hardness, asking again just as Mingi let out an airy moan, chasing the contact, “will you let me take care of you?”

“Fu-ck, yes…”

“So good for me- ah!” with a yelp, you shuddered when Mingi’s hand dragged your panties to the side to get a better view of the slick, not caring for the glistening fluid staining his leg. With a few tentative rolls of his thumb over your clit, he decided that he should help you reach your high first, attracted to how you lost yourself in his touch.

“Want to use my thigh to get yourself off that badly?”

“N-no I am going to take c- fuck,” head lolling back, you could only focus on the accelerating fingers over your sensitive nub, teasing its very tip and coated in your precum, stopping spontaneously. You whined, earning yourself a furrowing of the brows and a glint of surprise in Mingi’s gaze.

“Thought you said no?”

It clicked in your head, and the tinge of anger rapidly dispelled, instead being replaced by a warm endearment. You ran a hand through his beautiful hair, planting a kiss on his cheek before answering:

“I don’t want to make you work too hard today.”

“I like to see you like this though…” he mumbled, chasing after another taste of your plush lips.

“How? Unwinding because of your hand? Your thigh? Do you like to make me feel good?” with a few nods, you let him continue by tapping his upper arm. As soon as he resumed the action, in time with your rocking, you let yourself go fully, thinking only of the man who was below you. Nothing, nor anyone else came to mind.

Mingi was observing you carefully, your moans turning to sweet music, "Yes, Mingi, just like that-" 

"You look so beautiful, doll, fucking yourself on me. Could you be," he paused his ministrations - a light tremble of muscle a telltale sign of your approaching climax, "...any more perfect?"

Praise shot into your heart and your core, an overwhelming electric shock. You perceived yourself guilty and undeserving of this worship, and yet could not bear to hear anything else from Mingi's lips - you were sure that it would be your demise. Arms thrown over his shoulders, you attempted to speed up your movements, the action proving a challenge due to the accumulating tension. Your head fell forwards, forehead against Mingi’s collarbone as he took to guiding you, hand carefully positioned on the small of your back while the other rolled up and down your aching clit, each touch closer and closer to sending you over the edge.

“Dar-ling I-”

“Are you close, Y/N?” Why did your name have to sound so sweet when he said it?

“Ah- y-yeah…” Mingi was craving for relief to the point of dizziness, grasping at you for the most minimal support. Precum coated the inner side of his underwear, member at full mast as he toyed with your sopping pussy.

“Come over me, doll, please, beautiful, show me what I can do to you,” the request was a fire, deliciously weak and exposing. You looked up at Mingi, disarmed by the kindness of his expression, and peppered a couple of kisses around his lips, too disoriented to find the original target.

With one final rock of the hips, and Mingi’s fingers curling into you and gliding between your folds, you collapsed into unfathomable bliss, a lewd moan resonating from you while the orgasm left you shaking in Mingi’s strong arms. He let you ride out your high by keeping your hips from fully bucking, instead setting a steadily decreasing pace and soothing you through the overstimulation from your continued contact with his leg. He nuzzled against your cheek, following the action with a reassuring:

“I got you,” pulled you into embracing the angel of your life.

The hints of a rising sun began to trickle into the room, just barely leaving a pattern on the carpet and transforming the light in the room into a pale lavender and pink. This was the earliest, and the latest, that you had ever been with anyone after your ritualistic ‘night out’, and courteously reminded you of the occurrences that brought you back to Mingi. Upon your descent from the decadent oblivion, embarrassment struck and you pressed yourself against his body, sighing in relief when he hugged you tight. His hardness was impossible to ignore, and a part of you felt terrible for not repaying the pleasure he had given you just yet, but judging by the way in which you could feel his fingers trace abstract shapes on your back, and after one glance to one side, and then to the other, how he kept himself immersed in his senses, concentrating on you, he could hold out for a little longer. 

“Mingi?”

“Mm?”

“You did make me feel good. Really, really good,” uncharacteristically meek, the sentence sounded almost like an announcement, making him chuckle, but the smile that melted across his features was genuine and pure. Loving.

“Happy to hear it. And I am happy that you are feeling like this, Y/N.”

“May I…?” a ghostly caress of his erection, a shaky breath, a playful, lop-sided grin with glossed over eyes.

“And here I was thinking that you like bossing people around, hm?”

“Would you rather I did?” touch turned grasp, a finger playing with the waistband of his boxers while your voice dropped into a dangerous tone, serpent-like, sultry.

“I like new things, I want to get to know you better, gorgeous.”

“Let’s do just that then, though… I’ll need a little,” having regained full function of your legs, you slipped from the position over his thigh to be on your knees between his legs, centred, “assistance. Talk to me, darling, what do you like?”

“I-” with a swift motion, you snaked your hand into his boxers, taking out his erect member and giving it a tentative stroke.

There were no thoughts which he could vocalise aside from hoping that you would never stop. Your thumb circled over his reddened tip, coating itself in the fluid. You barely moved your hand, continuing to give special attention only to the head of his stiffened cock, making Mingi try to wriggle to get more friction. With a push on his pubic bone, you freeze him.

“Now, don’t get too impatient, first I need these boxers off, okay? I’ll help,” you let go of his member, tugging at the material and following Mingi’s quick lift of his lower half, pulled them down and off, leaving the stunning man bare and ready to respond to your every move and command. 

You truly wanted to fall in love with him. Those glistening eyes that rolled back slightly just before he closed them, unfathomable bliss revealed only to you, were a paradise that you would not mind floating in forever. He had full trust in you, breathy moans freely falling from his lips as you started to stroke his cock, having added some of your own spit to his pre-cum for lubrication. His every detail was a heavenly design that you could not believe nature had crafted, from body to mind, and here he was, giving it up to you. You regarded the telltale sheen of sweat that began to form on his smooth skin, giving him an angelic appearance in the haze of the early morning. His hands were gripping the bed sheets, knuckles gradually turning paler as you sped up with each pump of his leaking cock. In a moment where you noticed him looking upwards at the ceiling, not registering you, you stopped to give the base a soft squeeze, having an even better idea in mind.

“Mingi?” The call instantly made him dart back to you unfocused but endearingly determined.

“How would you feel about me sucking your dick, hm?”

“H-huh?”

“Only if you want to, darling,” resuming the strokes, albeit at a lazier, dangerously slow speed and making sure to give attention to every vein, you had to practically had to hold yourself back from grinning due to the perplexion decorating Mingi’s face, blended seamlessly with a blazing lust. 

“Are you sure?”

“I can show you, and you decide, deal?”

“Fu-uck yes, deal ye-” answer forgotten in the garbled, divine mess of carnal satisfaction, Mingi watched as you lowered yourself to hover above his member, and gave it a few kitten licks before taking in his tip.

You rolled your tongue over the heat, relishing in Mingi’s taste, and pushed down further until you were midway, and hollowed out your cheeks in time to sense how he twitched at the dizzying warmth. While you were more familiar with a dominant role, particularly one where you prioritised your own pleasure and used others as a form of self-relief - not exactly the most responsible approach but no one had complained yet, but even then you were no stranger to this sensual act. You dragged your tongue against his large erection, spurred on by his groan when you bobbed your head a couple of times before slipping off to give Mingi an inquisitive glance.

“So, what do you say?”

“You are… amazing,”

“I take that as a, ‘yes please, Y/N, continue’?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then say it, darling, so I know,” you grazed a lone finger up his length, admiring just how sensitive it was, “and you can touch me, by the way, you were doing so well before what’s got you so shy now?” you chuckled when a hand that had previously been hovering in your vicinity finally found its place on the side of your face, timidly moving a few strands of hair that you had not noticed threatening to cover your vision. 

“Yes… please, Y/N, continue.”

“So precious.”

It did not take long for you to build him back up and higher again. You were addicted to how he writhed under you but was still careful to not grab onto your locks, instead choosing to repeatedly run his digits through and rest them while you masterfully took him in your mouth. A wanton symphony filled the room, blending every sigh and the sloppy collision of his tip against the back of your throat into a direct stimulation. Your core was growing needy, so much so that with one finger you began to roll over your sensitive clit, echoes of the explosive orgasm still shooting through your nerves but not nearly enough to satiate your evolved hunger.

“I’m going to-”

He pawed at you, while an oncoming wave was about to capture him whole. Mingi’s breathing was ragged and irregular and his head fell back while he struggled to distinguish reality from dreaming in the wake of his crumbling state. Just like he had done in your last encounter, the second before he came stirred in him a final aggression, a desire to prove to himself that he retained some form of power, even though all the signs pointed to the opposite. At least now, you were fully prepared. Throat relaxed and eyes fluttering shut, you let yourself be pushed down onto the throbbing cock with a rough hand, and welcomed the ropes of hot, white cum when they spurted out to coat your mouth, rivulets dripping down your throat and prompting you to swallow. The light tang was suddenly your favourite flavour, and you resumed your pumping, milking Mingi of all his nectar with a greedy forcefulness. He tasted like he was completely yours.

He hit the headboard as he collapsed from the exertion, astonished at how you licked your lips, showing off the emptiness of your mouth as you had swallowed his load. Your cunt ached for more, and you drifted towards Mingi until your chest was pressed against his, ensuring he recalled the fact that you were still wearing his shirt. Not caring for the remnants of his cum on the corners of your mouth, he searched for your lips, sealing them with a long kiss. You used this as an opportunity to lower yourself just enough to have your folds glide over his only just softening member, and deepened the kiss to drown out his gasp. You needed him, and needed him now. Not caring for recovery times, you began to fist his dick roughly, making him tremble underneath you and bite down on his lip.

“Come on, precious, won’t you give me another?”

“A-ah I- please I-”

“What was that?” you separated yourself from him, a smirk dancing on your lips when you sensed a familiar rush racing under skin from the stimulation, and leaned to the side to open the bedside drawer, successfully fishing out a condom. 

“I-”

“Speak up, sweetheart, I am not sure what you’re saying,” it was so easy to tease him, play with his mind, and you liked it too much. Reduced to babble, he shut himself off from further attempts to communicate, submitting to your determination to work him until he was hard again.

When you ceased to pump him and let go, his cock slapped against his skin, leaving behind traces of prior climax and clear promise of another. You removed the condom from the packaging and carefully unrolled it, suddenly struck by how practised this felt with Mingi, as if you knew each other’s bodies better than your own. You would be lying if you were to say you did not have him memorised.

Positioning his tip at your entrance, you sighed and slid him between your folds. One rock of the hips, another, and the condom was coated in your slick, and you began to take the member in, inch by inch into your fluttering heat, mouth ajar as you felt him grazing against your begging walls, the ribbed detail of the protection only adding to the sensation. Soon enough, he was fully sheathed inside your fluttering hole, and was struggling to hold himself back from bucking his hips upwards. One leg on either side of him, you were straddling his lap, the position reminiscent of a longing embrace, intimate, personal. The centre of your attention were the contortions of his face and the arms that loosely wrapped around your torso.

If it was possible to be any closer, then most certainly Mingi achieved it when he pulled you into him, holding you tight. The movement dragged your pussy over his cock, almost making it slip out until he settled you back down again, hissing when skin slapped against skin. Not surprised by, but still not expecting the enticing demonstration of strength, you nudged Mingi’s cheek with your own, whispering words of praise in his ear:

“Do you want to guide me?”

“Sorry Y/N, I couldn’t help it… your pussy feels so good…”

“I said I want to take care of you, Mingi, tell me what you want.”

“I… I do want to guide you, if you let me.”

“Show me what you can do, darling.”

You did not need to say it twice as he grabbed your hips to adjust your seating, and took to finding a steady and breath-taking rhythm, with the two of you moving as one. Mingi left one peck, another on your shoulder when you yelped from a particularly deep pound of his cock into you, grazing your g-spot and knocking you off kilter. 

“Yes, yes, Mingi-”

“So pretty, for me?” he cut you off while he quickened his pace, starting to move up with more vigour when you found balance by gripping onto the headboard.

“For-” you stopped, reassessing the sentence. Even in the comfort of his show of power, you were hesitant to give up. Nothing forced you to continue however, as Mingi angled his thrusts to hit your sweet spot repeatedly, making your legs tremble and pussy clench around him. The heat was becoming unbearable, and the knot in your stomach was driving you mad, “Fuck, Mingi, faster!”

Your words were followed by a few violent thrusts, before Mingi tapped your thigh and growled for you to shift your leg so that you could turn and lie down on your side. You read his wishes, cautiously shifting until your back was flush against his chest. Remaining close so that his length remained in your sopping cunt, you shifted to sink into the crumpled sheets, fixated on Mingi, who was entirely in his own world, concentrated on performance and pleasure. He lifted your other leg by hooking it with his arm and, once settled, began to thrust with a totally new vigour. 

His grunts mixed with your high-pitched whines, and his pistoning caused your fluids to spill relentlessly around his cock, soaking the sheets. Mingi was in overdrive; he wanted more, needed more and despite already having already come one for you, he was ready to do it again. The pain of having his cock abused and overstimulated had subsided, instead transforming into a delightful sensitivity to the warmth of your walls, and how they started to pulsate. You unleashed a broken moan as your high accumulated and destroyed you, giving you up to Mingi entirely. Sensing the shift, he persisted, letting out his own guttural groan when the pounding into your hole had turned into pure ecstasy and brought him to his own orgasm. Cock twitching as it spilled out more of his release into the condom, the heat leaving you dizzy, you followed his change of position back into sitting, jaw slackened, vision unfocused.

Mingi kept you against him, encouraged you to say his name again while you warmed him, to which you instantly obliged - it felt too natural, meant to be. He scissored your folds with his fingers, after which he moved up to tease your pulsing and erect clit, middle finger moving over it at an astonishingly fast pace. You practically clawed at Mingi, sure that you were about to break, gasps stuck in your throat but he would not budge, holding you down until a tidal wave crashed into you, and you mewled through another climax, this time a clear liquid spilling from you and further ruining the cotton below. A wreck, you leaned back on him, unable to keep yourself up any longer from the shaking of your legs to the blankness of your mind. 

He kissed you back to full consciousness, having tilted your head so he could capture your lips again and again, each contact more gentle than the one prior. After pulling out his cock and discarding the condom, his full attention was on you. Mingi caressed your face, snaked his hands under the t-shirt to feel your skin, lowered you onto the bed and slid another pillow so that you remained in a more or less upright position.

“You okay?” he tried, worry showing itself on his features when you did not respond instantly.

“I love,” he stilled, eyes widening, “...this. I love this, Mingi,” nevertheless, he beamed, lips interlocking for what had to be the thousandth time. Not sure how to respond, he simply lied down next to you, watching as your inhales and exhales grew more level, deeper, and awareness of surroundings returned.

“We… we really should clean up, yeah?”

“Definitely changing the bedsheets later,” Mingi pointed at what was running the risk of being a stain of your release. Blush rose on your cheeks as you turned away, mumbling:

“Good point.”

“Hey, hey, it was worth it. You looked beautiful,” he tried to move you back, but you only crossed your arms, joking.

“You were literally behind me, Mingi.”

“Beautiful from all angles, doll,” you sharply turned, giving him a glare before suppressing the widest grin.

“So cheesy,”

“Do you like it?”

“Unfortunately, a little too much.” you flicked his nose with your own, the safety and adoration oozing from Mingi lulling you. The room glowed a stunning shade of pink, with hints of orange as you swam in his stunning dark irises.

“Well I have a lot more where that came from.”

“Can’t wait to hear it. Now, uh… shower?”

It was Saturday. And most definitely, it was not the dead of night. Late morning light washed over your skin as you sat upright on Mingi’s bed, the same one you had run from not too long ago. Only this time, the arm lazily thrown over your stomach was impossible to move, and the gaze of the man with his head perched on his other hand was impossible to ignore. It was evident that he was waiting for your next move, purposefully silent. Aware. Even though you had made your own version of a confession, you knew that you had a long way to go if you wanted Mingi to wholeheartedly trust you, and thus you would be able to hold and protect his love in your own slowly healing heart. 

For the first time, you were looking beyond the character you had created for yourself, feeling for the essence of who you had once been far too long ago, thawing the self-protective frost you had accumulated as your last resort.  Attempting to stay still, you focused on how your breathing repeatedly lifted and lowered his arm that was still on your body. Too heavy, too intimate, too real for you to handle. According to the logic that you were trying to shed for a full reawakening, you had gotten what you wanted, right? Then why was it that you could not stand up and leave, having used him again, mercilessly and coldly? Why were you stuck? Resistance was futile. Questions turning into a barrage of artillery against your clouded mind were agonising, and amidst the colossal pause a shudder passed over your body. Mingi’s t-shirt that he had let you borrow, hanging loosely over you was suddenly not enough. Feeling bare, you grasped at the bedsheets, anything, the cold settling on your skin like fresh snow, coating you and leaving you gasping. A trembling of the lips, a breath suspended in the lungs, blooming into an ache until tears welled up in your eyes, glistening raindrops. Patterns felt like strangers as you thought of the many days that you had tried to not live through, instead succumbing to impulse and carnality, and the foreign bliss of being in the now was so acute it sent shocks through your system. A white light, a white lily, a white dove cradled in your hands. You felt Mingi’s hand pressing into your side as he moved a little closer. You could hear him, his breath, his heartbeat, feel the heat emanating from his body, and every touch imprinted on your skin once again. Celestial blessings that soothed you like no one ever could. Biting on your lower lip, you lowered your head to fight the last of yourself. Shedding your beliefs and desires, you were left bare, and you were terrified. A white chasm into which you kept on falling, and the only thing you could hear was Mingi’s voice as he sat up to pull you into an embrace, his strong arms lifting you from your position and into his lap. Heart to heart, you melted into the feeling, inhaling him, his affection that was seeking you out in the panic. A hand lulling you, slowly patting your back as your body shook with every suppressed sob. As he mumbled your name against your ear, calling out for you, the previously contained tears sprung out, travelling down your cheeks, but Mingi could not care less, only hugging you tighter until even in your loss, you could feel that he was there, and he was not planning to leave.

Once you calmed down, he continued to hold you, mumbling abstract thoughts that occurred to him, unrelated to anything that had you rolling up the walls like a penny. You knew it was on purpose - a delightful distraction crafted by psychological mastery, getting you to nod along to his plans for ‘the latest breakfast of all time’, listening to his mention of some park or square nearby, switching you off from the ghosts of a turbulent circuit that you were too used to existing in. You did not mind the chatter, the vibrations emanating across and from his chest as he spoke having turned into the most soothing sensation. 

“...a date.”

“Huh?” only having registered the last part of the sentence, you jolted out of your empty musings.

“Since we are now dating, we will go on a date.”

“Makes sense.. But… how?” he chuckled breathlessly, detangling himself a little, just to look at you.

“How? Are you asking how people go on dates?”

“I guess…”

“Well then I’ll have to show you.”

As you lost yourself in another kiss, a thought, or more accurately, a small yet persistent wish buried itself in your mind. With all your being, you hoped that on this date, in every step towards new tomorrows, it would be only you and Mingi, and the metaphorical doors would remain shut, isolating and erasing your past. After all, you did not want to use him. 

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Brats Have More Fun (Ch. 6/?) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader decided she can't wait til her Daddy wakes up. So, Drew decides to teach her a lesson.

Disclaimer: This series is mostly NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Chapter Tags: 18+, forced orgasms, kink, consensual somnophilia (if you blink), oral sex (male and female receiving), throatfucking, vaginal fingering, squirting, PIV, overstimulation, Daddy!Drew, Bratty!Reader.

Word Count: 1,501

As the morning came and my body slowly began to wake up along with the morning sun.

Patience wasn't my virtue by any means, and at this point in our relationship, Drew understood that.

But that didn't mean that he didn't have fun punishing me for my impatience.

I couldn't wait to have my boyfriend- my Daddy- inside of me...

So, I didn't wait.

No, I let the pads of my fingers dance along his shirtless broad chest, down to his navel and back again.

Each time, I got dangerously close to the waistband of his boxers, my fingers inching ever so slightly inside every time.

The plan wasn't to wake him, so every time his sleeping body would shift, I pulled my hand away only to bring it back to his muscled body.

I let myself finally reached down and cup his balls over his boxers before I softly stroked his cock, delighting in the way in hardened in my grip.

I giggled to myself as Drew's hips bucked lightly into my hand and I finally slipped my hand inside to pull him out of his boxers, giving his cock a few firm tugs before I adjusted my body, kneeling between his legs and taking him into my mouth.

My cheeks grew hot, and my body followed suit as Drew released soft grunts the more my mouth sucked and my tongue swirled, moaning softly myself as the taste of him landed on my tongue.

I wasn't at all graceful, messily distributing my saliva along his shaft as I sucked on the head of his cock, lightly tapping it against my mouth, once again delighting in the way his cock and his hips seemed to follow my every move.

My delight was short-lived as my eyes raked up his body, only to see his blue eyes looking down at me.

A single dimple creased his cheek as I realized I was caught, and my body immediately froze.

"Oh no... don't stop now, love. Keep going." Drew mumbled; his voice gruff with sleep mixed with amusement.

It took me a minute to process his words before he took his cock firmly in his hand and guided it back into my mouth, filling my throat with its thickness.

I let out a muffled noise of protest, my eyes watering quickly as I gagged a little.

But his forcefulness only served in waking every nerve ending in my body that much more...

I could feel the wetness of my juices pooling inside my panties.

I didn't have to look to know there'd be a dark wet stain in them, my arousal over being used clearly visible for him to see.

"What? You wanted my cock so fucking bad. Now you don't wanna take it?- Keep your hands up here." Drew commanded, moving my hands to either side of his body just as I went to reach between my legs to give my clit some relief.

The tense muscles in his neck were prominent and my fingers gripped the sheets as his hips thrusted relentlessly.

I watched through teary eyes as Drew's head lolled back onto the pillow and he cursed gruffly as I managed to swallow, my throat squeezing him tight.

He pulled me off of his cock by my hair, letting me take in a deep gulp of air every so often before he brought my mouth back down again.

Muffled whines vibrated against his cock, spurring him on until the salty tang of his cum shot down my throat.

I obediently swallowed, blinking back tears and clearing my now scratching throat as Drew's body momentarily sagged.

"Lay back." Drew ordered and I did as I was told, satisfied that I'd gotten his attention.

"What-" My eyes widened as Drew dragged his body underneath the bed and he grabbed our little toy stash, pulling out some silk ties that he fastened onto the discreet metal rings on the sides of our bed.

"Nooo...Daddy, I wanna-" My whines were immediately cut off as Drew firmly gripped my chin and his stormy blue eyes pinned me to bed just as effectively as the silk ties.

"You wanna what? You wanna touch?... You wanna cum?" He patronized as I nodded profusely.

"It seems like you've forgotten to do as your told. And you can't keep your hands to yourself. So no, you don't get to touch anything until I say so." Drew snapped.

Once he knew my hands were securely tied, he ran his hands along my torso.

Drew focused intently on the ways I responded.

He paid attention to every sharp intake of my breath, every arch of my back, every whimper and moan I tried to stifle, until his hands finally reached my damp panties.

Sure enough, Drew confirmed that my arousal had definitely seeped straight through my panties, and it only heightened due to the friction of his fingertips stroking my clit over the thin fabric.

"Yes, please..." I whimpered, my eyes shutting tight before Drew ordered me to open them again.

I begged and begged him to take my panties off and touch me properly.

I begged him to give his fingers, his mouth, his cock- anything to soothe the searing ache between my legs, but to no avail.

He didn't bother telling me to quiet down.

He knew my pleas would eventually stop and that I would eventually give in and understand who was in fact in charge.

No, instead, he found endless amusement in hearing my pitiful begging.

Amusement in the way my voice began to crack and give the more he toyed with my pussy over my panties.

My hips bucked into his face, and I let out an anguished keen that seemed to come from deep within my very soul as he situated himself between my legs just as I been between his not even 5 minutes earlier.

He flattened his tongue over my panties, giving my pussy a single lick from my clothed entrance right up to my clit.

I let out a lust-filled sob as he switched to from a flattened to flicking the tip of it over my clit, around it, and back again.

My thighs quivered, warning him that my orgasm was close, but that didn't stop him.

Drew's tongue flicked over my clit and lightly against my entrance until my whole body shook and I came for the first time with a loud and guttural shout.

"That was number one. Good job, darling." Drew praised and I preened at his words before my brain caught up to his words and I realized what his plans were.

A devilish smirk light up his features just as the realization of what was to come hit me.

But he didn't give me too much to sit on that realization.

My brain sputtered to a stop as Drew finally pulled my panties to the side, gave his cock a few firm tugs, bringing himself to full hardness once more and he slowly trailed the head along my slit.

Just as I let out a choked sob, I felt him shiver, letting me know that he was carefully restraining himself from giving himself what he wanted just to teach me a lesson.

Once again, I pitifully begged onto deaf ears.

"This is all you're gonna get until you learn your lesson, sweetheart." He grunted, continuing his lazy thrusts along my wet slit and watching my thighs tremble every time his cock grazed the most sensitive areas of my pussy.

Again, he brought me a body-shaking orgasm with my nothing more than friction and this time, he chuckled as my body shook and my juices erupted, coating his cock and the inside of my thighs like a fountain.

My legs felt numb, and my body felt tingly as my juices continued to flow the more Drew's cock slid up and down my pussy and once again, I heard him shudder.

I smirked in satisfaction despite the fact that my body and mind felt like they were floating, as I noticed a twitch in his hand as he gripped his cock firmly, clearly willing himself not to cum just yet.

Drew wiped that smirk off my face, thrusting deep into my wet and welcoming pussy.

My brain shut off and all I could do was lay there on the bed as he gripped my thighs, guiding me onto him relentlessly.

I could hear my loud moans mixing in with his, feeling those tingles along my body get more and intense.

Tears of overstimulation coated my cheeks and the sheets underneath me as Drew's expert fingers reached down to stroke my sensitive clit as he continued drive deep into me, giving me orgasm after orgasm.

Every orgasm was more powerful than the next, my juices flowing until they couldn't anymore.

It was like I could feel him all around me, consuming me, wrecking me and putting me back together again.

Sometimes it serves me well to not to what I'm told...

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Sugar Mommy/Daddy AU (🎊Event)

Headcannons + Short Scenarios!

Summary of this event : basically an AU where you’re a sugar mommy/daddy for genshin men, scenarios and some of my personal headcannons! (Be prepared because I’m not including everything that’s in here…)

Characters, Albedo, Ayato, Capitano, Childe, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Itto, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Xiao, and Zhongli. || Sorry if I didn’t include your fav here!! I couldn’t think of anything for them :(

Side note : I kind of wanted to do this for like so long but never had any excuse too, but in celebration for getting unshadow-banned (finally) I’m making this an event? Cheers to getting unshadow-banned!🥂

Before we start, sorry for my grammar mistakes! (If I have any) 🫶🫶

❕Albedo

Your his sugar mommy/daddy because he needs new books with spells, potions, expensive and hard to obtain items/materials just you know the typical stuff Albedo would need to do his research..

I don’t know what to call this but he’s really into you experimenting on him and stuff, overstimulate him or edge him he’ll be so turned on. He wants you to test his limits, put a vibrator in him that reaches deep inside him and he would just be in utter bliss?! Oh and maybe gag him and look him in the eyes with no expression.

His thighs and nipples would be very very sensitive, touch his thighs while you tug on the nipple clamps you bought him. Maybe throw in some degrading and it’ll have him cumming in a second.

❗️ Scenario beneath

“Let’s test out this new “gadget” I bought.” You said while holding Albedo’s chin. The “gadget” you were referring to was a vibrator, it had up to 6 vibrations. From the lowest to the highest, you decide to go with the 3rd vibration. You quickly shoved it into Albedo and his reaction was amusing. “AH-! O-Oh my-” though you thought you chose the middle vibration level. Seems like Albedo is still sensitive after all. His breathing became hitched, “Let’s move up a level, shall we?” You say with a smirk on your face.

As his moans became louder you started to touch his nipples. “Fuck-!.. mm~!!” you rubbed them slowly, as they began to get harder. “Do you like that?~” you teasingly said. Albedo could only whimper out in response, his head thrown back as you turn it the the next level once again. His thighs started to tremble, “Gonna- C-Cum~!.. Ple-Please let me—!” You suddenly turn down the vibration to the first level. Albedo looks at you in disbelief, with those eyes. Begging silently.. “Don’t worry, you can take at least one more right? For me?” You whisper, he nodded his head in response and bit his lip. Oh you were going to have a fun time with him.

~ ⭐️

❕Ayato

Okay,, where do I start? This man probably would have you as a sugar mommy/daddy just for fun, or either expenses he doesn’t want to pay for, but he does enjoy being a sugar baby that’s for sure. He loves being pampered in gifts and affection.

He would totally wear the sluttiest lingerie for you, just imagine you coming home from a long day of work or whatever you were doing just to be greeted by your beloved ayato welcoming you home with the pretty lingerie you bought for him on himself. He would even tease you about staring at him, I mean you can’t help it he just looks gorgeous right now.

Not very disobedient but will act up once in a while. When he does, fuck him till he breaks. I’m telling you right now he will totally enjoy it. Make him scream out your name and only your name. Fuck him at a fast pace and roughly, he would be instantly on cloud nine! Treat him like a cheap whore.

❗️ Scenario beneath

“Welcome home dear..” you hear a familiar voice throughout the hallway. “Ah, Ayato-” you were cut off guard when you saw Ayato. You had recently bought him lingerie, though you weren’t expecting him to wear it today. “Such a surprise, you look absolutely beautiful.” You say while you walk towards him. Putting your coat on the nearest surface of a object. The lingerie suited him well and showed off his body in the ways you always liked. You knew once you saw that pair of lingerie you had to get it for Ayato. Your hand were placed on his waist while the other on his chest. “Something catch your eye?” He says while slightly grinning. “Of course, you.” Ayato unbuttoned your shirt while maintaining eye contact with you.

Ayato’s lingerie was slowly falling off as you fingered and made out with him. Earlier you ordered for him to keep the lingerie on and for it to not get dirty, but it felt impossible the way you made him loose his mind. The pleasure clouded his head, soon he couldn’t get a word out of his mouth. “I should buy more lingerie for you, yeah?” You suggested, though he could only moan out in response. Taking another good look at his state, you were purely astonished.

~🧋

❕Capitano

I feel like he’s not the type to go look for a sugar mommy/daddy, personally I would like to think that you knew each other before this whole thing happened.. you would also be the one suggesting it. He would agree just because why not or for the experience, (Literally this is all I could think of for this part😭

Man in the streets whore in the sheets,, I just had too.. but anyways… I also think he’s the type to try to be quiet because he’s embarrassed about the sounds he makes, comfort him and maybe say something along the lines of, “Don’t be so quiet, I hear your gorgeous moans.” He would be so red after you said that, maybe just tie, hold, or grab his hands so he wouldn’t have a chance to cover his moans :)

Oral with Capitano.. oh my god. You or him receiving he would be a moaning whimpering mess. He just can’t help it, it feels too good to not act like the way he is at the moment. Looking up/down on him with that dominating look gets him turned on ever more..

❗️ Scenario Beneath

You place a kiss to his thighs, nibbling on them almost. Capitano covered his mouth with his hand, he was trying to not seem desperate. Looking at him then his thighs you decided to spread them apart further. “Why so shy today?..” you ask, he just looked down. You figured he just was, no particular reason. Though, when you thought about it maybe.. just maybe he would tell you. “If you don’t tell me I’ll stop,” you stood. Now you were looking down on him. “Ah,- well, I.. I’m a bit embarrassed doing lewd things like this.. It’s not like I don’t like it or anything-” you grabbed his chin and looked him in the eye, giving the look he always loved. “No need to be embarrassed around me sweetheart.”

“Uh-! S-Shit..” his breathing started to become faster. You licked his tip, then put his cock in your mouth. He had remembered when you said “Your noises are breathtaking.” and got turned on even further. He cursed under his breath, he wasn’t going to last if he kept on remembering. That’s when you said something, “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Then he came on the spot. He was flustered, that was for sure. He shivered a bit.. You smirked at him after that, he was so sensitive you thought to yourself. Hungrily, you went for more.

~🌒

❕Childe

Although he has plenty of mora, he would do it for the fun of it as well. Or just a why the hell not? He would also probably ask you to buy him training gear, new weapons, stuff like that.. just nice stuff he doesn’t need to buy but stuff you can buy for him.

I think we can all agree that he would be a masochist. Whip him, step on him, humiliate him, slap him, just do anything you please to him. Hell, even spit on him?! He wants to be of use to you, a toy for you. A slut for you and only you. Though, mix in some praise. “Your such a good slut for me.” Something like that and it’ll have him lusting for more. (Give him good aftercare after that though, reassure him just saying,,)

This man thrives off of attention, keep your eyes on him it will make him feel great. Though.. if he acts like a brat ignore him. It will humble him realll quick. That’s one way to tame him. Although the other way is to simply break him. What I mean by that, fuck him till he can’t get a word out. That requires more work, but which ever one you would prefer.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

“Whoops!~ looks like I’ve dropped something..” Childe said while bending over to get whatever he dropped. Showing his ass off. That was of course, for your attention. You weren’t looking at him, you were looking at your phone. Texting a friend and simply catching up. Mean while Childe got somewhat pissed off. He wanted your attention, and he wasn’t getting it. Childe wanted to use another method, he than sat on your lap and proceeded to whisper dirty things in your ear. He still wasn’t getting the reaction and attention he wanted. His other attempts failed, but he was determined. Soon, you murmured “I can’t hear you.” You wanted to make him say the things out loud, proving he meant it. Every, single, word.

“I want you to fuck me, use me, humiliate me, praise me, do whatever you want with me.. I’ll be a good slut for you..” he drags a finger down your chest and places it just a bit above your hips. Looking up at you, with alluring eyes. “And.., only for you.” You finally turned off your phone and put it aside. A sadistic smile appeared on your face, grabbing his waist with one hand and another holding his chin. Pulling his face to yours, passionately making out. He pulled away, letting out a slutty moan of his. “I’ll make sure to use you well tonight.” tossing his clothes aside aggressively. He got the reaction he wanted, finally. Childe won’t be able to get off easy as this time.

~🐳

❕Diluc

He personally, wouldn’t call you a sugar daddy/mommy. Though, your relationship with him is what most people would call it. You tend to his needs, and give him what he wants. Whether sexually or buying something for him. Or maybe just spending time with him intimately. There are times where he personally needs his own space and you have to respect that!

Would be into hair pulling. But, lowkey. The way he found out he was into was that one night where he was giving you a blow job/eating you out. You were close and pulled his hair slightly, he didn’t know at first but he was turned on by it. At first, he tried to bring it up to you but was too shy, but when it was the right time he mentioned it and you had many ideas in your head after that..

I’m telling you guys right now.. Be gentle with him and also be patient with him. Babe needs it. Some people might not agree with this but this is what needs to be said, he’s been through it and I strongly believe this man is touch starved. (very if I have to mention) Fulfill what he wants and you’ll get the best out of him. Oh and I personally believe he has veins!!

❗️ Scenario Beneath

“Do you like that?” You cooed. Looking him in the eyes lovingly, rubbing his nipples slowly. “m..mhm,”he tries to bite back a moan. His hair scattered out, not in the usual pony tail he would wear. He looked beautiful with his hair down, you��d have to admit. “You’re getting very hard, just from a little touching here..” you playfully tease. He breaks eye contact, a bit embarrassed. You move the strands of hair that cover his face, you observed his face for a bit and saw blush covering his cheeks. “C-Can you please go a bit.. faster..?-” he was cut off with sudden movement and almost cried out. “Would you like me to touch you down there?” almost whispering, “Yes.. P, Please..~” Diluc pleaded. Stroking his cock, just the way he liked it. He threw his head back and held your hand tightly.

Tears falling from his eyes from the pleasure, it’s not like he hasn’t experienced this before but with you it’s different to him. He felt safe, he could trust you with making him feel indescribable things. “I think I’m g-going too—!” He whimpered, as he came all over his stomach. His eyes rolled back as he lost control. You place a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. “You did great Diluc.” The way you said his name made him feel butterflies in his stomach, as if he was experiencing this for the first time. “Thank.., you.” he whispered, just enough so you could hear him.

~🌹

❕Dottore

Jeez where do I start? Well, he knows that he can get his own mora, but why make that when you can get someone else to give you mora? Literally, this is how I think he thinks if that makes sense?? Anyway, when you purchase stuff for him sometimes you do not know what you’re getting yourself into.. LMAO

Would probably make stuff (cough cough aphrodisiacs..) for both of you to try out. Probably would get him horny thinking about it. (Also stuff to boost stamina so you guys can go at it longer..) Definitely the one who would have suggested it. He always has some of those just in case. Iykyk!

Definitely into the testing stuff, the thing I mentioned in Albedos. If you didn’t read it basically experimenting on him, though.. he wants pain to be involved with it. He wants to see bruises, hickeys, scratches, stuff like that on his body. Just because he wants to be reminded of whatever happened between you and him that night.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

The aphrodisiacs were supposed to kick in a few minutes ago, you thought. You looked at Dottore and he gave you that look, to be patient. It kicked in the moment he gave you that look. Shit. It was the first time you tried this and you felt passion burn inside of you. You could tell Dottore was feeling the same thing, the moment you locked eyes the tension rose. It’s as if you are loosing control. As you prepared for this all he did was give a nod and you hurried your way to him. Taking both of your clothes off as fast as you ever could, you didn’t care you were in the kitchen as this happened. You picked him off his feet then to the kitchen counter. “Fuck- give it to me.” You quickly grabbed the bottle of lube that was next to you and prepped Dottore. Sticking two fingers instantly earned a rasped moan from him. Dottore shivered. As you quickly thrusted your fingers, he let out shaky gasps.

Finally, you slammed your cock/strap in him. “MMN—! More—.. Give-me more~!!” He leaves a high pitched moan after you pound him over and over again. You were both drunk on the feeling. Sloppily kissing him as salvia drips down his chin. Dottore was close, you decided to speed up and go rougher. He loved the feeling, soon he was seeing stars. “AH- t-think ‘m gonna cum..~!!” You thrusted into him once more as he came all over his stomach. Though, you both weren’t satisfied there. The insatiable lust felt endless, though you kept going until the effect wore off.

~🧪

❕Gorou

He would totally buy stuff for his troops and gifts as well. Especially for Kokomi. Whenever people ask him how he has all these gifts to give he just gets very flustered and changes the topic or just shrugs it off and walks away while being very red. He won’t ever admit he had a sugar daddy/mommy around people he isn’t close with. Though Kokomi has her curiosities she doesn’t want to dig in his business.

I think you guys already know the drill. Pet play, and I will elaborate! Leashes, collars, (a bit of bondage) you know.. the goood stuff. Please praise this boy. You’d be doing him a favor. Call him a good pup/puppy, or good boy. Nothing wrong with that route! Also, give him head pats!!

Breeding kink.. 100%. Cannot convince me otherwise unless you have a better idea. Fill him with your semen and place a butt plug to keep it in. He would love the idea. Belly bulge, seeing it makes him turned on. I think that’s pretty explainable.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

“Who’s my good boy?” You cooed. Tugging on the leash to his collar. His tail wagged happily. “I am!” He jumped up on you and snuggled up to you. You smile, patting his head then stroking his hair. You feel something poke at you. Looking down, it was Gorou’s cock. He was hard. “Mm, would you like me to help out with that?” teasing him, you put a finger on his tip.. feeling mischievous. He nodded eagerly, so needy. Taking his hand and placing it on his cock you then say, “First.. I want you to do it yourself, do you think you could do that?”

“Master.. it-, it doesn’t feel the same!! When you do it, it feels so different—” he whines. “Cute.” You thought to yourself. “Baby, just try it.. if you ever need help I’m here.” You say reassuringly. “But..” He stopped. “I will do it for you.. master.” Stopping his protest. You felt yourself getting more hornier, getting harder/wetter from his actions. You make him sit on your thigh as he jerks off. His facial expressions were priceless. The way he whimpered out, and how he was trying to get himself cum.. He’s was working so hard, you should reward him with something… sweet.

~🐶

❕ Itto

You met up with Shinobu and she introduced you to Itto. You either thought he was adorable or just the opposite, no in between. You started getting more closer with him somehow and you found yourself buying stuff for him. (Some unnecessary things he’d probably use for like a day??)

Man. Corruption kink with Itto.. MAKE THIS MAN INTO A WHORE. Anyways! He would probably say the most sluttiest thing and wouldn’t even know what he said because of how fucked out he would be. In the beginning though… he would probably say something like “This is so lewd..” and blush hard.

Training him to take your cock/strap. Oh my god. Put two fingers in his mouth, and for a challenge three. Make him suck them and lick them how he would with your cock/strap. Damn, imagining it sounds amazing ngl.

❗️Scenario Beneath

“That’s good sweetheart, keep doing that.” You coo. Looking at Itto sadistically. He was sucking eagerly on two of your fingers so nicely. You wanted to reward him, but after he gets used to your third finger in his mouth. “Mm, I think you deserve another.. don’t you?” You say getting closer to him. He nodded in a needy way, you chuckled and shoved another finger in his mouth. He gagged and a smug looked appeared on your face. Thrusting the fingers, tears almost falling down his face. You couldn’t help but have something spark in you.

You and Itto went at this for a good ten minutes. You were bored and pulled out your cock/strap. Itto drooled at the sight. Taking out the wet fingers and stroked your cock/strap with them, “Pl-Please..?” He quietly whined. You tilt your head, acting confused. “Please what sweetheart? Say it.” You asked. “I want your cock/strap in my mouth..” he whispered, you pretended that you couldn’t hear him. “Huh? Speak up, I can’t hear you.” he looked at you with puppy like eyes, but that won’t work this time. You waited for a response and he finally delivered one. “I need your cock/strap in me.” He said more confidently. A smug look appeared on your face again, then you shoved him down on your cock/strap. This was a reward for him being a good whore for you.

~💥

❕Kazuha

You guys crossed paths during your travels and now you travel with him coincidentally. You take him to nice places, places he’s never seen before. Writing poetry about the places you take him makes him happy. He never really bothers asking you for stuff but when he does it’s just small favors or items.

Bondage with Kazuha, he would be so pretty in red ropes I just know it. He would love being tied up, just being restricted in sex just turns something on in him. He would trust you 100% to do what you do best. (Up to you to decide what you want to do to him!!)

Edging. End of conversation. Jkjk, “You can do it baby.” Just reassuring him he can do it and survive getting edged another time. For my people who like overstimulation, you can also do that with Kazuha. He is open with anything, but I personally would like to focus on Edging with him. (Cause I literally haven’t written anything with edging yet.. I think. I also think he would be into that.)

❗️Scenario Beneath

Kazuha squirms beneath you as you stroke his cock slowly. Gasping at the sensation, Kazuha wasn’t typically the person to get impatient but he felt like he’s been here for hours. On and on. “Aww baby.. would you like me to go faster?” You say looking at him. “Yesyesyes!” He said quickly as a moan escaped from his mouth once you stroked his cock faster. His cock was so.. sensitive. He was going to cum by the way his body was reacting, “Ngh-! Gonna- cum~!” You stopped. He cried out, “Wh, Why’d you stop?” He asked, inhaling sharply. “Well, we wanna build a good orgasm right? The relief of getting to cum after getting edged..” you placed your pointer finger to his bottom lip.

“I- I guess so..” He soon groaned out as you started to pump his cock again. Pre-cum leaking out of his cock, you made sure to go extra slower this time. Kazuha shut his eyes, hoping for time to go faster so he could get his release. “Be a good boy for me, you’ll get what you want soon.” You reassured him and went faster. His breathing started to hitch. “Please—!” He cried out. You stopped once again. His face was red, Kazuha couldn’t wait till he came. The thought of it turned him on even more.

~🍂

❕Scaramouche

Well he has to find some source of mora once he left the Fatui. You just popped out of no where mysteriously and offered him a deal. You get time with him and mora will be handed over, he could have rejected but something in him didn’t.

Make him your maid he would secretly love it. He would always tell you he hated it but his reactions from your hand under his skirt say otherwise! Though.. he’s not very good at his job you still keep him in check. Also feminization with him.. oh my lord….. buying skirts and dresses for him.

Would be a brat but if you fucked him hard enough he would shut right up. But sometimes, you shouldn’t give him what you want and just deal with his brat act. He secretly wants you to bend him over and fuck him roughly or just shove your cock/pussy in his mouth.

❗️Scenario Beneath

“W-Why is this skirt so.. so short?!” Scaramouche complained. You signaled for him to turn around, “It’s not short, you’re just being dramatic.” saying while shrugging. He went to go on try out the other outfits you bought him and looked at all of them in disbelief. “C’mon, you can’t take all day. Have you forgotten I’ve got places I need to be?” You say while having your hand on your forehead. He comes out with another outfit, a particular one that catches your eye. He complained once again, although you ignored. “HEY! Are you even listening to me?!” Scaramouche exclaimed. You roll your eyes and focus onto the outfit once again, “Bend over for me.”

“Huh-?!” He says, you shoot him a glare then he turns around and bends over. “Let’s make this quick,” you say while removing the clothing parts that covered his ass and cock. “Ugh, fine.” Scaramouche didn’t want to argue this time so he complied. You noticed he kept a butt plug in. How interesting, you thought to yourself. Removing that and replacing them with your fingers. He covered his mouth although you still heard his moans. You quickly thrusted them, soon after you pumped his cock. His legs started to shake, and before you knew it.. You could tell this was going to be longer than expected.

~⚡️

❕ Thoma

Wouldn’t even know that you were his sugar daddy/mommy, when Ayato first told him that you were he was shocked. He just thought you were very generous and.. gave him a lot more stuff that just the usual. If you know what I mean.. Though, he didn’t complain. He liked that as well.

This man is so flexible with anything. I’m not even sure what to write for him at this point.. he would enjoy it if you called him a whore or a good boy. But that depends on what state he’s in, of course. Whether he’s the top or bottom he’ll always find pleasure in it! Overstimulation or getting edged. Personally I am a person who believes in good boy Thoma supremacy!! Well.. more. But on those days where I think he’s a absolute whore, they’re for another day.

Doggy Thoma lives in my mind rent free I’m not even going to lie. Fucking him in doggy style while tugging on his leash. Sensitive Thoma who can cum with his nipples being played with only.. I mean hell, he’d be asking you to breed him sometimes. Fill him full of your cum and watch him be on cloud nine.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

Rubbing his nipples, you also stroke his cock. “I love that desperate look of yours.” You said in the tone he always loved. He shivered and whined out. “Please- fuck me already, I-I’ll be a good boy!!” He says. You chuckle, shaking your head. He decided to cum without your permission, so you decided to give him a small amount of punishment. He usually doesn’t act up but when he does, you let it slide occasionally. But now, you were feeling a bit more.. sadistic. The tears running down his face awakened something in you. Maybe, it was time to explore this new side with Thoma.

You were edging him for long, you decide to fuck him and give him what he wants. Until he came with his nipples being touched. You also wanted to experiment that with him. Stopping your actions, you played with his nipples, “W-What are you doing?..” he asks timidly. “Mmph—!” He threw his head back in utter bliss. Soon sucked the other nipple, Thoma was a moaning mess. He felt his orgasm building up and was afraid he was going to get edged again, though that wasn’t the case this time. With a tingly feeling in his stomach he came. “I’m sososo sorry!!” He said worriedly. Now you had to choose whether to punish him again or give him what he wants this time!

~🧹

❕Xiao

Buy him almond tofu and he’ll be good to go, he wouldn’t ask for anything else honestly. Maybe if you cooked it for him he would feel more great. Though being a sugar daddy/mommy for him.. Spoil him. Even though he might say he doesn’t need all these items.. he would secretly like it. Maybe even spoil him with affection, and yknow. Other things..

Kitty Xiao….. look. I said I was into puppy Xiao but right now that’s not the case. Man just get him little cute outfits and get him to put cat ears on.. oh my. Anyways,, treat him gently. Show him you care for him, kiss him, touch him, fuck him. Xiao with a mini skirt is on my mind and it won’t leave anytime soon.

Going on with Xiao in a mini skirt, buy him pretty panties. His tip leaking pre-cum and staining the panties. Oh and bonus if there pink and has frills with flowers, I should stop right there before I go crazy with this topic.. Put makeup on him just to ruin it the other second.

❗️ Scenario Beneath

“How long are you going to take doing my makeup?” Xiao said while groaning, you roll your eyes and grabbed the eyeliner. “Just as long as I’m about to fuck you.” You say, shit. You didn’t even realize what you said and now Xiao was all red. “Oh- I see..” when you did his makeup you made sure almost every part of it was perfect. You loved the satisfaction of ruining his makeup by the end of rounds with him. “Well.. hurry up. I want to …. Already.” He said. You couldn’t hear the word before already. But you could make out what it was.

“FUCK!-” he whimpered out as you rammed into him. His face was dug in the pillow. “You look so better like this.” Glancing at him, seeing his makeup all ruined. You kept on ramming into him and made him see the stars. He felt so good, better than before. He didn’t even care about the makeup on his face, in fact he probably forgot about it. Xiao only focused on the pleasure and how good you were fucking him.

~🌌

❕ Zhongli

Y’all already know the drill with him. I think we all know what he would buy if you actually played the game or saw any memes about his spending. Though, as a sugar daddy/mommy in this world.. you never run out of money so he can buy the most useless thing in the world and still try to use it.

Semi Public sex with him?! Just imagine him working and you were under the desk doing something, (up to you to decide what you were doing) someone could’ve walked in at any moment.. but that made it more fun for you and Zhongli. Then again.. That person would probably be traumatized if they knew what was going on down the desk.

Roleplay with him, I know this might sound weird but you’re already here. So just please, head me out! Boss and secretary, whether you are boss or secretary he would always enjoy it. I there are more ideas but I can’t list all of them.

❗️Scenario Beneath

You were underneath him, sucking his cock. Zhongli tried his best not to make any noise at all but he just couldn’t. The pleasure was too overwhelming for him and thinking about the people that could come in at any moment excited him even more. You look up at him with those teasing and sly eyes. You and Zhongli “Forgot” to lock the door so now he’s “Worried” you run his thigh and occasionally reassure him. Hu Tao could walk in, even Childe for all he knows. He tried to compose himself but as you can tell. It didn’t work at all.

“C-Cumming~” He moaned out, he came in your mouth and you swallowed single last drop of cum. Licking your lips, you had an idea what if you were to ride him right here and right now. You thought to yourself. “Hey Zhongli, can I?” You say whispering, as he felt your breath against his skin. He nodded and gulped as you prepped yourself up for him. Now he was really nervous because people could see you now.

~🐉

Mmm, I loved writing this! This was fun. Anyway, girl version next?

(If you have another suggestion or have something to say.. shoot me a request or ask!)

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[hoeforhao]

Champagne and Spirits🥂 |SEUNGCHEOL FF|<Part 2>

Pairing : seungcheol × fem!reader (ft. joshua)

MINORS DNI! MINORS DNI! MINORS DNI!

⤷ genre: smut (with feelings),slight angst, fluff, jealousy sex, alcohol consumption, explicit language/cursing, scared to love reader, cold but caring for reader seungcheol.

⤷ tags: sensual foreplay,rough sex,praise,slight bondage,hair tugging, fingering, pet names, hickeys/marking, body worship, oral (m receiving), size kink, unprotected sex(reader will be starting birth control after),creampie,overstimulation, orgasm denial, aftercare.

⤷ synopsis: seeing the one who has your heart, with other women on a cruise ship, while you're trying to deny your feelings and stay away, is definitely not an ideal situation for a holiday.

⤷ part: 2/2

⤷ word count: 2.9k

⤷ author’s note: absolutely overwhelmed with the love I received for part 1 and beyond grateful too. so here's part 2. as it's my first time writing a smut, it might feel a bit cringe and quite rushed to y'all. i apologize in advance for that and if you do like my writing...

Likes, comments and reblogs will be heartily appreciated

To your absolute oblivion, a shroud pair of eyes were placed on you from the very beginning and taking in each and every move you made with Joshua.

As you entered the bar, quite literally entangled in the arms of th unfamiliar man you just met this evening, the strong scent of spirits and alcohol filled up your senses. You were never someone who enjoyed drinking; sticking to the regular coke was more preferable to you. But today asked for a change. Your heart being in pain, mind blurred with past mistakes and memories, alcohol seemed like the easiest way to get everything down.

"So, what will be your drink of choice Mr Hong?" you asked him, while gracefully resting your butt on the bar stool, rotating seats being a potential enemy to your clumsy ass.

"One whiskey sour with bourbon, stirred and neat" joshua rested his order with the server , as he fixed his posture on the stool.

"Not only does this man speak sweet, but also drinks sweet, damn!" you blurted out in your mind, while taking in the view of his perfect stature in a navy suit.

"And for the pretty lady?" the bartender asked, breaking your string of thoughts. " I would like one cosmopolitan. And with less ice pls" you quickly responded.

"Light drinker. I see" Josh said while glancing at you with a smirk. You just smiled a bit to the sudden remark.

"So, while we wait for our drinks, mind sharing the reason why such glazed and rosy cheeks were stained with tears? That too in a happening party?" he finally let curiosity get the best of him.

Not sure what to answer, as sharing your private life with an absolute stranger didn't feel like a wise move at all, you just blatantly lied. "I was just missing my cat. This is the first time I'm spending a whole day without her. Stumbling upon her photo while using my wallet, caused the sudden fall."

It was more of a half lie tho; you did miss Carrot but that was surely not the reason of the outburst.

"Awee you're a defined cat lady then" Josh said while lightly pinching your cheeks and flashing his bright eye smile. "I'm myself quite attached to my feline babies yin and yang,if you ask"

The sudden touch on your face did make you flustered at first, but hearing about him being a cat dad himself, all you could care about was having a chat with him about each other's furr babies,with your wide dimple smile; sipping on the drinks once in a while.

All this time , the bearer of the pair of eyes that were fixated on you for the entire evening , had seated himself in the bar counter, far away from your noticing yet close enough to notice your friendly and overly close body language with a man, that was not him. He gulped down shots after shots;veins popping out,insides burning from jealousy and anger, and not the alcohol.

"I should probably go back to my room now. It's already quite late and isn't the city tour early in the morning tomorrow? We better get some good rest if we've to enjoy that" you told joshua, left hand resting on his shoulder.

"You're such a spoil-sport" he replied quite annoyingly. "But again, my body does need a good sleep. So i guess we'll end today’s beautiful night here. Let's join tomorrow again, for the tour." You giggled a bit, listening to him contradicting his own words.

"Let me drop you off at your room" joshua suggested while coming down the stool and fixing his blazer.

"No sire, thank you. I'm not a kid that you need to guide me back. Instead just hurry up and get some sleep or else you'll scare off the girls with your panda eyes" you joked as you yanked his hands off of yours and proceeded towards your deck.

Walking down the dim hallway all giggly and light minded, you were now standing at your room's door. Unlocking it and getting inside quickly, you were about to close the door when you felt a sudden tug on your wrist. The scene rolled out so fast that it took quite a few seconds for you to realize that your body was now sandwiched betwixt the closed door and a rock hard chest.

Instead of looking up to see who the person was, you guided your eyes down to your legs only to find them being held captive in between a pair of thick thighs.( a/n : y'all dk how much of a simp I'm for thick thighs) It took only a few seconds to realise whose body it was , but to be completely sure that it's not a hallucination, you quickly shot your eyes upwards and there he was. The man you dreaded meeting ever again, yet craved his presence everyday.

"S-seungcheol!! What are you doing?"your shaky and almost inaudible voice questioned.

Seeing him this close after months, your eyes were busy admiring all his features; starting from his cute little nose, the defined lines of his collarbone tracing themselves from the insides of his black satin shirt, finally down to his thin waist; so much so that they failed to notice his clenched jaw and the fuming eyes while he held onto your wrists tightly.

"Seems like you had quite a lot of fun with that pretty boy of yours, didn't you princess!" seungcheol exclaimed, mock quite understandable in his tone.

You've never seen this scary side of him; words were stuck in the back of your throat as you kept staring at him with supposed fear; your eyes visibly reflecting happiness and "want". The want to claim him as yours after seeing that woman being all over him in the evening.

"What if - what if he does like her? What if she's his gf? What if the feelings are only from my side?" all of these 'what if' thoughts of yours were quickly silenced, the moment cheol spoke out, again!

"I think i asked something princess. Keeping quite won't do you any well." he whispered, his hot breath fanning behind your ears.

"I - umm we were just having a normal talk, about our - " you were about to finish your sentence when a wet kiss landed right on your earlobe, making you go completely numb in your legs. If it wouldn't have been for seungcheol's thighs, you would've collapsed right there.

"About what? Filling up your stomach with butterflies or making your body shudder under his touch? Or laying his hands on something only I can touch? Hmm? I need answers doll" he kept on suggesting while placing sloppy kisses on your earlobe, going down to your neck, making it completely drenched in his saliva and finally resting his puffy lips on your collarbone, waiting for you to speak.

"N-no we were just talking about our cats" you somehow managed to form a sentence, while your body was melting like butter in his hold, mind clustered up with all the unholy things you want him to do to you.

"Oh is that so! Too bad that one of these cats will get painted with MY scent tonight" cheol spat out before surprising you with a sharp bite on the collarbone.

The sudden pain made you tug onto his silky smooth hair while moaning out his name lowly "cheol, aaahh"

"My name sounds heavenly in your mouth baby. I'll make sure that the entire cruise gets to hear you screaming it throughout the night" he said while roughly pulling you into his warmth,closing even the slightest gap between the two bodies as he placed his lips on yours.

This was when you finally let your lust break free. Responding back to the kiss immediately, you engulfed his lips into yours, gently yet hungrily sucking on them, making sure to leave his already puffy lips even puffier. You were yourself in disbelief that this was your first kiss, seeing how well you were performing. Devouring his lips like an unfed tiger for a good 60 seconds, you finally let go off them, in order to let some air in your lungs.

Seungcheol was completely stricken by this sudden move. He used to think that only he wanted you, craved for you, your touch, your heart, your body, your everything. But getting such a response, assured him of your feelings thus turning him into a beast, ready to mark you his tonight.

"I didn't know you wanted me this much huh"

Without wasting a single moment he attacked your lips again, this time making sure to leave them completely bruised. Biting your lower lip as you welp in pain,he took this as a chance to make his way into your mouth; his tongue painting even the narrowest of the cave's crevices with his saliva.

His hands moved down from your waist to your hips as he digged his nails into the flesh, lifting you up while you wrapped both of your legs around his torso, never breaking the kiss.

Upon reaching the side rail,cheol carefully placed your body straight up on the bed, while he detached yours' lips to take out something from his pocket.

That warm skin leaving yours, created a void in you even if it was for secs. You couldn't believe how desperate you've become to have him all to you . Lost in the thoughts, you failed to notice the soft yet firm cloth wrap around your wrists tying it to the bedframe; eyes immediately looking up at him in confusion.

"It's important baby! You need a little punishment for being such a naughty girl. Don't you think so?" he sheepishly smirked before placing himself down on top of you,his legs bordering your body, making you feel his bulge on your throbbing core.

"But cheol - "

"No more talking doll, I cannot hold myself in anymore" not letting you finish the sentence, he tugged onto the skin of your neckline leaving behind a trail of dark purple hickeys and bite marks, while his hands jerked off the sleeves of your dress, pulling it down to the waist, revealing your buttery soft body.

Seeing that a white lacey material was the only thing covering your chest and stoppin him from worshipping the divine figure lying infront, he quickly unclasped your bra and threw it into a corner of the room. Realizing your upper body is now stark naked, body dysmorphia quickly hit you but the hands being tied you felt helpless.

Cheol noticed the uncomfort in your eyes and softly asked " What's the matter love?"

"I feel so bad that you've to see my ugly body like this. It's not what you expected it to be, right?"

With a sad yet assuring chuckle he spoke

"Do you know how beautiful you're y/n? How heavenly your body is? How much it makes me wanna bury myself in you for hours and never let go? How long I've craved to have you like this, all to me? Lemme show you then"

Saying this, he starts placing sloppy kisses on your chest running down to your cleavage and your breasts, slowly licking the skin around the bump and finally placing his mouth on one of your nipples, gently sucking it in while his hand played with the other.

Your eyes were tightly shut, pleasure with a hint of pain running through your entire body as seungcheol kept playing with you breasts, kneading them like the most expensive dough, biting on the skin as well as your nipples, and tugging onto them once in a while.

After clenching his thirst for the time being, he slowly looked up and admired the beautiful purplish masterpiece he has made, marking you his for the entire world to see.

"You're so fuxkin pretty princess. I was trying to control myself from ruining you entirely, but fuxk it! You've driven me absolutely crazy by you now" he started unbuttoning his shirt while talking,revealing his perfectly toned abs ; a paradise for your eyes.

You were completely wet by now, your panties drenched and your insides waiting to be filled by his girth. Cheol saw the neediness in your eyes and as much as he wanted to fill you up quickly, his cock was pulsating to have your mouth around it. So without wasting a second, he pulled down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his thick length, earning a loud "Wow" from you.

"You like what you see?" you nod in response as he unties your hands guiding you to his throbbing dick, moaning the instant your warm mouth engulfs him. You quickly start pumping it in your mouth, occasionally using your hands and teasing his tip with your tongue

"Ahh y/n your mouth feels so good around me." his voice becoming shaky as he holds down your head, thrusting at a much higher speed,making you almost choke on his dick with teary eyes, finally reaching the high and releasing his sweet juices in your throat.

"Swallow all of it" and as an obedient kitten you follow all of the elder's orders.

"Seungcheol, I need you now please. I can't wait anymore" you needily plead with puppy eyes as it became almost impossible for you to control further.

"You've been a good kitten till now. So how can I not give my baby the pleasure she wants huh" saying this cheol again pushes your body down on the bed as he takes off your dress completely.

"That wet for me huh!" he exclaims proudly after seeing your dripping panties sticking onto your folds, his hands tugging onto the hem and freeing your body from any clothing.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he suddenly pushes one of his fingers inside you, followed by two more; their long slender stature pumping in and out of you at an inhuman speed, while his tongue runs circles around your clit, sending you into absolute heaven.

"I-i am about to cum cheol" words refusing to destroy the pleasure as you speak out.

"Not so fast princess." he says while pulling out his fingers immediately, leaving your pussy with an empty feeling and pouty lips, which were soon coated with your own fillings as cheol placed his lips on yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss; his hands roaming around your hips as he places a pillow beneath them, preparing you for the most awaited part.

Taking his cock in his hand and pumping it a few times before lining it up your entrance, Seungcheol looks at you with a soft gaze " Are you ready, love?"

You just hmm in response as he slowly enters you, trying to be as gentle as possible. You let out a slight whimper in pain which soon turns into pleasure as he starts thrusting in and out of you, giving you time to adjust to his length before ramming into you like a beast.

"You're so fuxkin tight princess" he says while kissing you gently to distract you from the pain. After a prolonged session of him destroying your insides, you feel yourself riding your high as you clench around his length one last time before cumming all over his legs. Cheol too finds himself reaching his climax not so late after, as he entirely releases himself in you, filling you up to the brim.

With a sweaty chest and panting breath, he plops down on the bed, beside your tired body, covering both of you with the duvet and pulling you into a warm hug.

"I love you y/n. I've loved you since the very day you came to my clinic with Carrot. I've always wanted to protect you, see your face adorning that healing smile of yours, enjoying every bit of life, even if it's not with me" you feel the sadness in his tone as he confesses his love for you.

"Sshhh cheol. Don't even think about such things anymore. You don't know how safe you've made me feel everytime you were around; your presence grazing my dark life like the soothing beams of sunlight on chilly days,your smile lighting up my soul like fireworks, your sweet scent filling up the surroundings like jasmines and lilies. It's just that I was scared;scared to love you; what if I end up hurting you like everyone else in my life. I didn't want to lose you neither did I want to see you in pain. That's the sole reason why I couldn't look into your eyes that day" tears streaming down your face as you sob in his embrace.

"Don't cry love. I'm now here, to hold onto you like a slug, forever. I'll be you warmth, so that you no more have to live in your cold world. Surely love will throw its challenges towards us, but all I can do is promise that I'll clutch onto your hands tightly. Let's be each other's home for a long time, pls" cheol comes while burying his head into your crook, as you both fall asleep in each other's arms,hearts beating in unison and souls finally at peace♡

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #seventeen #seungcheol fanfic #svt smut #scoups #svt creations #fanfic #choi seungcheol #svt seungcheol #seungcheol angst #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x you #seungcheol x y/n #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol smut #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen smut #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol au #joshua #cheolsoo #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x reader #seventeen x oc #scoups x y/n #scoups x reader #scoups x oc

[bby-deerling]

nico robin x who is it for the 250 event!

congrats on the 250 milestone!!! here’s to reaching 500 🥂

thank you so much!!! cheers both to growth and the amazing community we have here that makes it possible! (also, another galaxy brain request i had so much fun writing this)

robin + who is it (nsfw, gn!reader)

18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 757, masterlist

cw: very inappropriate use of devil fruit, fingering (both ways, gn!reader so you pick which hole), oral (robin receiving), jealousy

You and Robin were both mature adults, with a particular arrangement that had no strings of exclusivity explicitly attached; however, neither of you had dared to venture outside of each other for quite a long time, and it seemed the two of you had slowly moved towards a deeper level of commitment together. 

Or so you thought.

You should be overstimulated and unable to think right now.  Robin’s many hands are all over you, sweet scent of flowers overpowering you as she gropes and kneads and teases every part of your body with delicate fingers.  Her gasps and moans fill your ears as your fingers curl inside her, head thrown back in ecstasy.  Tongue dancing across her clit, you should be in heaven right now, but all you can focus on is her shoulder—the dark, maroon hickey on her shoulder.

Maybe you would have been less bothered if the Sunny was docked at an island, and the person who left their mark on her could have been a faceless stranger, never to be thought of or seen again, but you had been sailing for long enough that the culprit had to be someone else on the ship—someone too close for your comfort.  The thought lights a fire in you, making you double your efforts to make her fall apart, desperate to prove your worth and defend your place at her side and in her bed.

Gazing up at her, you can tell you have her close, watching the heave of her gorgeous chest as her breathing quickens.  Your movements nearly stutter as she desperately grasps at you with her many hands, wanting to feel and devour every bit of you as she reaches her high.  Her hips grind at your face as she comes, leaving a layer of slick across the bottom of your face that your tongue eagerly darts out to clean up.

“Are you alright?” Robin asks as she regains her senses, voice still breathy and expression brimming with concern as she catches the distant look in your eyes.

Words collect themselves on your tongue, but all you can do is stammer, trying to find the right combination; you were hurt and bothered, but didn’t want to come off as accusatory or hostile.  Luckily, you end up not having to say anything as her eyes light up with realization.

“Was this bothering you?” she asks, pointing to the mark with a smile.  You nod, and swallow hard, eyeing her nervously and awaiting her explanation.

“You missed it, our captain was in quite the biting mood before lunch today.  I came out with minor injuries; our poor sniper, however, got quite a few chunks taken out of him.” she says, trying and failing to hold back a giggle.

The deep breath you let out is shaky, exhaling all of the worries and nerves you had built up.  Electricity starts to buzz through your head, relieved that Robin hadn’t felt the need to seek the company of someone else after all.

“Were you jealous?” she asks, smiling smugly with a teasing lilt to her voice.

“No…” you lie, averting your eyes, far too embarrassed to admit you had gotten so worked up, especially now that you knew the truth. 

The hands covering your body resume their gentle touches and squeezes, caressing planes on your form that you had never given a second thought.  To be touched this completely, this intimately, was nothing short of intoxicating and addictive.  

A finger circles your hole, gently teasing it; you’re wet and eager and begging, but she grins at you, enjoying watching you writhe and plead for even more of her.

“Who’d you think it was?” she asks, curious to know where your suspicions were directed.  To entice you to answer, she presses just the very tip of her finger into you, before withdrawing it and making you whine, a silent message that you wouldn’t get what you wanted until you fessed up.

“I thought it was Law.” you admit, ashamed at your jealous thoughts, but powerless to her methods of interrogation; when Robin has your body in her hands, she has the unique talent of stripping your mind and soul raw as well, and eagerly consuming them all.

She giggles at the notion.  “Funny.  He couldn’t possibly handle me.”  Her finger finally slips into your slick hole, making you let out a soft whine as your head feels dizzy.

“I don’t feel the need to go anywhere else.” she assures you.  “No one can take what I give them quite like you can, dear.”

#one piece x reader #x reader #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #one piece smut #mdni #i am soooo down bad for her you do not even know the half of it

[blueicequeen19]

Congrats! 👏👑🥂🎂🥳 Can I get #46 with Rafe?

Of course you can! ❤️

5K Celebration

Warnings: unprotected sex, overstimulation

Rafe’s didn’t wait before entering you hard from behind, filling you painfully deep before he began fucking you into the mattress of your bed. After a long, shitty week this is exactly what you needed; to be fucked within an inch of your life by your dominating boyfriend.

“God, I missed you and this pussy. A week is too long.” Rafe groans, sliding his hand underneath you to tug at your nipples. You clenched hard around his girth, crying out as you neared your peak alarmingly fast. The sound of his heavy breathing in your ear and skin slapping skin was almost enough to send you over the edge until he quickly stops, withdrawing to almost the tip as you whine in protest.

“You can come when I tell you to come, understood?” Rafe growled, his hand on the center of your back keeping you in place as he rolling his hips from side to side, not letting more than an inch reach inside you.

“Rafe, please!” You cried, arching your ass out only for him to slap it.

“Do you understand?” Rafe asks again, leaning back on his heels and slapping your ass again. You sob incoherently. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back. He wanted you to fail so he could punish you. But you loved his punishments. You would take overstimulation over denial any day.

“Yes.” It was a lie, one you both knew but it got him moving again. Your body went limp beneath him as the pleasure washed over you until your toes curled.

“I love you so much, baby. I know you love me too. I can feel your pussy fluttering around me. Gonna fill you up so deeply, you’ll be dripping me for a week.” Rafe moans in your ear, making you clench hard as he fucks you harder. That filthy mouth was always your undoing.

Every muscle in your body tightened, signaling your orgasm with very little effort to stop it. Rafe chuckles in your ear as he fucks you through it, pulling back on your hair so he can kiss your cheek while you moan helplessly.

“You didn’t last nearly as long as you normally do. I think someone didn’t even try.”

“Rafe, I-I’m sorry. Please, I can’t help it.” You cry, your body trembling beneath his as you barrel towards another orgasm all too quickly.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll help you, don’t worry.” His condescending voice raises alarms in your head but you’re too focused on your release to care.

“You can have as many orgasms as you want tonight. It’ll be all about you. Even when you’re tired and sore and begging me to stop. It’ll still be all about you.” Rafe kisses your cheek again, wrapping your hair around his fist as he speeds up his movements.

You scream your release, shaking uncontrollably as he takes every bit of energy from you. Rafe doesn’t slow, only molding his body to your back as he fucks you through it. You were only two in and you felt ready to cry. The overstimulation was nearing painful and you knew he was no where close to down with you.

“We have all night baby and you have three holes to be filled. I hope breaking the rules was worth it.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #Rafe Cameron blurb #5k celebration #blueicequeen19

[chvoswxtch]

From one court to another court

I'm sooooooo happy for you! You deserve alllllllllll the follows (and likes and comments and reblogs)!!!

For your celebration, I would like to request a margarita with Matt that uses a similar theme to Meredith Grey's "pick me" speech from Grey's Anatomy. Not sure if you've seen it, but it's pretty angsty. The line can either come from Matt or reader. Direct quote below:

Okay, here it is. Your choice, it's simple, her or me. And I'm sure she's really great. But Derek, I love you. In a really, big really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you... love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.

But for the love of all that's holy, it needs to have a happy ending 🤣

I love and appreciate you so much! Congratulations again!!!!!!!!

ahhh my lovely court!!!❤️

thank you so much, angel!! okay this is actually hilarious bc I was OBSESSED with grey's (like literally went into college as a premed bc I swore I was gonna be a surgeon) and meredith was always my favorite and the one I related to most.

i'm gonna make matty be the one to stand in the rain and pour his heart out dramatically bc he's a lil shit and I feel like he's gotten his fair share of love confessions and honestly it's his turn to beg. there is a lot of angst, but a happy, cheeky ending!

i love and appreciate YOU so much!!!! 🥂

blurb below the cut

pick me

pick me. choose me. love me.

Matt only had himself to blame for the jealousy coursing through his veins right now. He’d had his window with you. A long, six months to be exact, wide open window to confess how he really felt. There were several times along the way he almost did, when the truth nearly slipped past his lips almost as easily as his excuses for yet another superficial injury. When your hand slipped down his arm to tangle your fingers together as you languidly strolled behind Karen and Foggy down the busy streets of New York. When you leaned closer into his side as you sat together in one of the booths at Josie’s, even though you had plenty of room. When you pulled him into a quiet space to help him calm down, being able to tell when he was overstimulated just by a simple look on his face.

When he told you the truth and you didn’t yell at him. You didn’t call him a liar, or express betrayal through verbal daggers. You didn’t question the authenticity of his blindness with the revelation of his heightened senses. You didn’t walk out on him. You stayed. 

He should’ve told you that night. 

And even though he convinced himself it was safer for you if he kept his heart to himself, deep down he knew he was a coward. 

He was scared to lose you. He was afraid that he would push you too far, ask for too much patience, or break one too many promises that he wouldn’t be able to rectify with an apology and good intentions. He was terrified that he would lose you like he’d lost Elektra. He wasn’t sure what was worse; driving you to the point of resentment because of something inside himself he couldn’t tame, or that very thing tearing you away from him for good.

But neither of those things were as bad as having to endure you being happy with someone else.

Foggy had warned him from the beginning. He told Matt from the moment he met you that if he didn’t make a move, someone else was going to. Karen had cautioned him that you wouldn’t wait around forever. They were both exhausted with the drawn out pining between the two of you, secretly scheming to get one of you to cave and confess, until Matt had snuffed out that ember of hope entirely.

Karen had set you up with a coworker of hers with the intention of making Matt finally pull his head out of his ass, but when you had asked for his advice about the date, he’d told you to go.

What a fucking idiot he had been. A selfish part of him didn’t think you were going to actually enjoy yourself. He certainly didn’t think you would entertain a second date, or a third. Matt knew how you felt about him. He wasn’t stupid, and you weren’t subtle. Maybe he thought because you felt the exact same way about him, you wouldn’t actually move on.

Matt wasn’t bothered by the idea of you going on a date, but he was absolutely distraught over the reality of you being in a relationship with someone else. He was devastated by the fact that you had a boyfriend that wasn’t him. That someone else was holding your hand, making you laugh, kissing you. It made him nauseous to think of what else another man was doing to you.

He didn’t think it would last. He kept telling himself that any day now, the nightmare would be over. You would tell him that it was over, and he’d have you all to himself again.

But it had been two months, and Matt was getting nervous. What if you never broke up? What if you loved him? Did you love him more than you loved Matt? Would you marry him?

Fuck, he didn’t think he could handle that. That guy didn’t love you. Not like he did. No one could ever love you like him. No one could ever protect you as well as he could. No one was as right for you as he was. You were supposed to be with him. You were meant to be with him.

Matt gripped his cane so hard his knuckles turned white as your boyfriend placed his hand on your lower back and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He hated that you reacted at all to his touch. But a tiny flicker of hope ignited in his heart knowing that you didn’t react to your boyfriend’s touch like you did to his. He didn’t make you shiver. He didn’t make your heart race. He didn’t make heat spread across the tops of your cheeks.

Maybe he still had a chance.

The second your boyfriend excused himself to the bathroom, Matt was tossing his cane onto the nearest table and practically running towards you, gripping onto your wrist to drag you down the hall to an empty room that he barricaded the two of you in.

“Jesus Christ, Matt! What the hell? You nearly-”

“I lied.”

“What? What are you talking about? You haven’t spoken to me all night-”

“I didn’t want you to go on the date. I don’t want to just be your friend.”

Matt’s own heart rate began to accelerate hearing the way yours started to quickly pound in your chest like thunderous warnings in a stormy sky.

“Matt-”

“I love you.”

As a shaky breath escaped your mouth, Matt tore his glasses away from his face and clutched them tightly in his hand. You always told him you felt like he hid behind them, and he wanted you to be able to see the truth on his face. Taking a step back from him and placing your hand over your forehead, you closed your eyes for a moment as your hands began to tremble.

“Why are you doing this right now?”

“Because I lied to you, and I need you to know the truth.”

“Matthew-”

“Just…listen. Please.”

Matt took several steps forward until he was standing in front of you, swallowing thickly as his hazel eyes blankly stared in your direction, searching his brain for the correct formula of words that would fix his selfish mistake and make you his.

“Okay, here it is. Your choice? It’s simple. Him, or me. And I’m sure he’s really great, but sweetheart…I love you. In a…really…really…big…pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window way, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me. Please…just…tell me I’m not too late.”

Matt tuned out every sound except for the roar of your heart thrashing in his ears, but it paled in volume compared to the silence that rang even louder. He detected a light layer of sweat forming along your hairline, and your nails were dug so deeply into your hands, he could almost feel the blood pushing against the taut, clammy skin of your palm. You exhaled through your nose in a jagged and swift pattern, and there was heat burning in your face, but Matt couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was from right now.

“S-Say something.”

“You’re fucking unbelieveable.”

Matt’s tongue darted out quickly to wet his lips as he shifted his weight onto his other foot, placing his hands on his waist while he cleared his throat and tilted his head in your direction.

“Say…something else.”

Throwing your hands up in defeat, you laughed humorlessly as you turned away from him.

“Six months, Matthew. I waited six months for you-”

“I know-”

“And God, I practically did everything but come right out and say I was in love with you-”

“I know, sweetheart-”

“And after everything, all those times you made me believe there was something more, like I wasn’t crazy and reading too much into things. You know, when you finally told me the truth I thought…I thought this is it. I thought that was the last thing holding you back from me but then-you told me to go out with him-”

“I was scared.”

Matt’s confession halted your furious pacing, and he suddenly felt nervous under the intensity of your unwavering gaze. Dipping his head between his shoulders, he let out a deep sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“People have gotten hurt…because of me. Because of who I really am. I lost-Elektra died in my arms. Twice. I thought…I thought I was protecting you. I thought not being with me…was what was best for you. But…I can’t do it. I thought I could, but I was wrong. I can’t…you can’t be with him. You don’t belong with him, sweetheart. You belong with me.”

“You are the most infuriating man I have ever met in my life.”

The anger had dissipated from your voice, but your heart’s rhythm never faltered, and a melancholic smile glossed over Matt’s lips.

“I know. You still love me?”

An exaggerated sigh flew past your lips as you settled your hands on your hips, shaking your head slowly while staring up at him.

“Well someone has to.”

Matt’s lips parted slightly, and his face morphed into an expression of anticipation feeling the edge of your mouth quirk upwards slowly. He took a cautious step forward, reaching out a hand for yours as an excited grin threatened to take over his entire mouth.

“So…it…it’s me?”

“You know for an Ivy League graduate, you’re not very bright. It’s always been you, Matty.”

The smile that stretched open Matt’s mouth would’ve made you think he had just won a contest, and he didn’t hesitate to rush forward to grab your face in his hands, pulling you in for a long overdue kiss that had you both sighing in content against each other's lips. 

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I…I have to tell him.”

Matt’s lips pulled into a mischievous smirk as he wrapped his arm tightly around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest as he nudged his nose against yours.

“Can I tell him?”

“Matthew!”

“What?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“I’d let him down gently.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

Matt snickered as he lifted his brows slightly in agreement, leaning in to seek out your lips for another greedy kiss.

“No I wouldn’t.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock blurb #matt murdock request #daredevil #daredevil blurb #daredevil request #court's 2k follower celebration #court's 2k friends celebration

[ghost-proofbaby]

GHOST'S "OPEN BAR" 3K CELEBRATION

as a way to say thank you and show my appreciation for hitting 3k, i decided it's about time for a party around here... don't y'all? and what better way to get a party started than to get a little boozy! (haha get it? BOOzy? because ghost? no? okay i'll stop.)

THE RULES: below the cut will be a fun menu filled to the brim with delicious drinks! send me an ask with your order, and as long as it follows my general rules, i'll whip it right up for you! the idea here is each drink represents a different general trope, and you fill in the blanks with a character of your choosing (see below) as well as general ideas! below will be examples of requests. i will being doing as many of these requests as possible for this week, from april 3rd (today) to april 8th. starting april 9th, i have a different fun week planned for us to keep the party going, and will announce it on sunday <3

WHO I'M WRITING FOR: eddie munson, steve harrington, spencer reid, and joel miller. you must specify the character in your request, or i will not complete it.

EXAMPLES OF REQUESTS: "hi! can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? maybe some overstimulation involving toys?" or "can i get a flute of champagne with joel miller? maybe what the end of the day looks like in the QZ!" you can get as specific or as vague as you'd like! these are just examples :-)

also, before we dive in, i've also filled this post with easter eggs towards just a few of my favorite fics/authors (and a couple of my own). i have added a link over each reference in case any of them catch your eye. i wouldn't have hit this milestone without all of these wonderful people who inspire and support me, and there was no way i wasn't sending a nod their way during this event. i love y'all endlessly <3

alright, onwards with the party bus, friends!

THE MENU:

🥃 WILLOW'S OLD-FASHIONED: angst

long week? a new job babysitting a rockstar that just cannot and will not behave? has that blonde coworker you just wish you could slap into the next week gotten on your final nerve? look no further! sit back and cry relax with one of our famous old-fashioneds!

🍷 ASH'S SPECIAL: hurt/comfort

whiskey and bitters not your cup of tea? be still your old heart! no worries! relax like the world's ending from your long week with a good book and a glass of our famous Sauvignon Blanc instead!

🥂 FLUTE OF CHAMPAGNE: fluff

sip on some of our top shelf Dom Perignon and get lost in the bubbles! this classic will have you feeling so good, it's almost as if you've traded bodies with your arch nemesis in a freaky friday ordeal. just don't think too hard about his... mechanics below the belt... or this drink might be a boner killer. let the good times roll!

🍸 FILTHY MARTINI: smut

feeling dirty? look no further. here at ghost's, we've got you covered with one of our dirty, downright filthy martinis. disclaimer: we are not legally responsible for you getting colorfully intimate with your friend's dad or if you end up in a 3-film-box-set porno deal. yeah, our lawyers make us put those disclaimers now. keep it in your pants, folks!

not looking to get tipsy tonight? no worries! check out our extended menu options - we've still got you covered <3

☕ CUP OF SUNSHINE: mutual pining

get it hot! get it iced! get it fresh! as long as you get it before it's gone! wake yourself up with a cup of our coffee brewed in-house. cream and sugar available upon request. (hot and dirty sex in the back room not available upon request.)

🥐 KARMEN'S CROISSANTS: exes to lovers

be sure to grab a snack during your night out! these croissants are absolutely to die for (just don't fall for your reaper, folks!). enjoy this lamented pastry in our favorite armchair by the window while enjoying one of our many books laid out for your pleasure!

easter eggs i'm unable to tag (aka banner):

the "yes" policy

and my own twenty-four hours

also, filthy martini is fully a shout out to the legend behind the man of the hour who has inspired a large majority of these fics as well as my own - mr. joseph quinn himself. may all his martinis be the absolute filthiest.

once again, thank you all. i will never know how to repay the kindness showed to me, so i will do what i do best - write. also, please keep in mind i have no idea how many requests i will receive. my hope is to complete as many as possible without driving myself to absolute madness; please be kind and patient with me <3

#3k celebration #eddie munson #steve harrington #joel miller #spencer reid #aaaaaah what am i getting myself into oh lord #i really do love all of you thank you for being so nice to me haha #i'll be making an official rec list of all my favorite fics soon #this is just a taste

[shus-armpit]

hi mommy! hope you had a good break ♡ tonight I offer u more of Mysta getting pegged 🥂

mysta being so overstimulated on your lap, all fucked out, unfocused eyes, drool and tears running down his face, can't even form coherent sentences anymore but WILL whine and cry if you even IMPLY stopping.... your hands wrapping all around his teeny tiny waist, trying to lift him up and help him keep bouncing on your cock, opting instead to throw him onto his back; one hand squeezing around his throat as you pick up the pace, making him stupid on your cock ♡

he likes the pain, he likes being treated like shit. he encourages it, he’s still every bit of a brat as he was in the start. it’s not only till he’s fucked incoherent he’ll stop, at babbles and murmurs making his sentences incoherent.

“what was that, baby?”

but you know he can’t even respond if he tries, whining at it, at you, at himself.. trying to bounce on your dock still despite cumming prior a few seconds, but once his legs give up, and he shakily tries to bounce sloppily on your dick.. we can’t have that?

our little brat mysta can’t do it anymore :(( drag him by his throat as he moans at the pain, giggling and trying to break free in hopes you press him down even harder.

#luxiem x reader #luxiem smut #luxiem #luxiem x you #mysta rias #mysta rias smut #mysta rias x reader #.asks #.anon

[fishsticksloser]

I got really worried about you when I saw a kitten in your ask because all I sometimes scroll but dont read cause im overstimulated from existing. But all I saw was the kitten and your tag of fish talks. And I was like omg is a kitten attacking fish? I will come in defense. But its just a toast. So cheers! 😻🥂🐠

Lmao. His name is Toast, one day I'm gonna steal him. >:3

#{fish talks•°} #{somebucky•°}

[roosterforme]

There is just something about the way you write rooster that screams “this man needs to fuck and give pleasure” and I don’t think any of us are mad at that.

I know I’m probably being greedy but if you can write Roos, prompt 10 with overstimulation I would be so thankful.

I adore your work Em, here’s to 4K babe 🥂💖🥰

Thanks babe! I combined your request with some others, and it turned into a one-shot instead of a blurb. I'll be posted You Want Me Anyway later today!

#4k smutsational smutfest

[rorichuu]

𝟮 ┈ ⟡ i just wanna see ყou 🥂!!⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀˚☁︎⊹ about me ⊹☁︎˚

— hii, i'm rori ; i’m trying to get back into my writing with this new account but have been a tumblr user for about 4 years ◡̈

*•. : some personal things about me is that i’m 18 + bisexual and have always been a content creator .

— i have anxiety and very much a sniper kinnie ; i get overstimulated very easily + hyperfixations/special interests are my lifeline .

*•. : i have a deep, deep love for music ! i have a collection vinyl records and reaching the 100 mark :) i also have cd's , mixtapes , and about 3 music players .

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rorichuu!

#rorichuu!

[steviebears]

☆ Ask Game ☆ NSFW ☆

send me one of these emojis and I will write a little short blurb about the first time it happens with Eddie!

I will update this list with links to the completed prompts 😁 since they will be short it shouldn't take long for me to post it

👚seeing you naked

👕seeing him naked

📚reading a porn mag together

🪄grinding

🧊ice play

🚻bathroom sex

👋spanking

🧴masturbating to you

🥂mutual masturbation

🪢bondage

🧣blindfolding

🎱gagging

❣️edging

💋overstimulation

💧crying during sex

thank you so much for 3k and i'm so thankful you guys put up with me and my unhinged-ness <3

i haven't tagged this because i want it to be for my followers and not for people who haven't been around or read my fics b4 🤝

[kitanaijin]

💠 diamond dust 💠

forced marriage, grooming aftermath, heavily divergent to the epilogue and fairly dark.

🕊️ shigure x tohru.

i. ii. iii. iv.

🛡️🔥🪻 🕊️ kislev 🕊️🪻🔥🛡️

sexy and reverent chronicles of reality shifting otaku slash unabashed simp, noam reider.

attack on titan. fullmetal alchemist. one piece… just a whole lot of one piece oneshots with a slew of suitors, because she keeps dying in verse and respawning, trying as she might until meeting her desired end.

within her bnha script lies what should have been her swan song… she finds it’s merely the beginning after hawks veers her off course. 📕 feathers in the attic

🫐 freakebana 🫐

wife hoarding keigo with a breeding kink that maintains a liberal compliance to canon events as our resident bird boy keeps his private life extremely under wraps.

🕊️ keigo x ofcs x reader. 📘 feathers in the attic

i. ii. iii.

🥂 sleep first, then dream 🥂

yandere host club, post canon. tamaki and kyouya devise a plot to abide their fathers wishes and force haruhi’s hand in marriage.

🕊️ kyouya x haruhi x tamaki. haruhi x mori.

♊️ garden of forking paths ♊️

twin sisters chieko and emiko were rescued from the entertainment district. a deal was struck wherein former oiran, emiko, would marry lord tengen in exchange for safe passage and medical attention. she’d rather die than bed another man so her sister, warrior nun chieko, takes her place in the marriage bed.

when the plot is discovered, lord tengen rectifies his oversight and separates the sisters.

he sends emiko back to yoshiwara alongside suma and makio for the undercover mission and it’s not two days before she’s stolen in the little hours by lord douma.

🕊️ feathers in the attic 🕊️

starling ♥️ nightingale 💜 goldfinch 💙 magpie

ꜱɪɴ & ᴛᴏ��ɪᴄ | ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴜ

ᴀᴘᴏꜱᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ | ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅᴏᴜᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

noncon, macro/micro, gore, temperature play, vore, bondage, intercrural sex, deepthroating, double penetration in two holes, virginity, uniform, cockbulge, breathplay, overstimulation

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ.

ᴡɪɴᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ | ʟᴀᴡ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʀᴏʙɪɴ

dubcon, masturbation, somnophilia, virginity, menophilia, threesome, grooming, praise kink, medical play, fisting, mind control, double penetration in one hole, face sitting, shotgunning, free use, spanking, orgasm denial, edgeplay, overstimulation, omorashi

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.

#.masterlist