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Lessons in Patience

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: "You fled back to the comfort of the bed, eyes fixed on the back of Damien’s head as you let your hands roam your body. You’d have to work to get his attention, but that was where the fun began, and from there it was a game you both knew well and enjoyed playing."

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) p in v, spanking, biting, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), very brief mention of bondage, brattamer!Damien, dom/sub dynamics, creampie, cum play, daddy kink, praise, degradation (use of the word slut. Like, a lot), if I missed anything please let me know!!

AN: Guys I might be a whore. And also I don't know how Elden Ring works.

The room was still. Only soft background noise reminded you of your surroundings; the dishwasher churned across the house, loud enough to hear it from behind the closed door of the bedroom. In the far corner, Damien sat at the computer, and you listened to the inconsistent clicks of the keyboard and brush-like strokes of the mouse. The TV at the foot of the bed where you lounged played reruns of shows you’d never watched when they were originally airing, and the lull of voices and laugh tracks roused you from an otherwise silent repose.

You liked the lazy days; the days when you had nothing to do, when Damien had nothing to do, when neither of you had anywhere to be, and neither of you had anything to get done; you could just take up space in the house together without the fear of being late to something, or worrying about whether you’d be home for dinner.

Really, beyond that, it was about the love you had for him even in the stillness; the way his presence soothed you from across the room, the occasional moments where he’d disconnect himself from whatever he was messing with on the computer to grab at your leg lazily and squeeze your thigh—like he was relieved to feel you still there next to him.

It was a relief to have an unhurried day, where you could dawdle and stay in bed and do nothing. But days like this always gave you the time to let your mind wander—allowed you to fantasize about all the things that could take up the quiet space of the bedroom. And Damien was always at the center of your thoughts, always in the foreground of your daydreams, making you feel warm and fuzzy.

And who could blame you? He sat with his back to you in the desk chair, long-sleeved shirt hugging his biceps, and you could make out the faint lines of his shoulder blades when he stretched. His hair, grown out enough now that his brown roots were visible under the silver dye, fell over his ears and eyes, and curled inwards at the nape of his neck. When he pushed his bands from his face, you could see small tan lines that had formed on the fingers he usually wore rings on. You bit your lip, recalling the contrasting feel of the cold metal and his warm hands against you. Inside you.

His nail polish was chipped, maybe you’d paint them for him tonight.

Still half-dressed in just a shirt, fabric barely hitting your thighs, you stretched yourself out of bed; your feet hit the floor before you actually stood up, back still resting on the mattress before you found the motivation to push yourself off with your elbows and stand up straight.

You padded over to Damien and wrapped your arms around his neck, hands falling over his front and nails scraping gently at his chest and stomach. He reached behind the chair, trying to pull you forward and allow himself to get a better grip on your waist.

“Hi, baby,” He turned the chair slightly and encouraged you to face him.

“Hi,” You followed his lead, situating yourself to stand between his knees, hands on his shoulders as you leaned down to kiss him. “I want you, Damien.”

“Me, Damien?” He laughed up at you, and you made a face in jest.

“Please?” You tugged on his shirt, bunching the fabric over his chest and pulling. He held your wrist limply in his hand.

“I gotta finish here,” he removed your grip from his shirt and kissed your knuckles, “Then I’ll give you anything you want, princess.”

“You have to finish playing Elden Ring?” You ribbed his professional tone, “That’s a must right now?”

“Just need to—I’m running through it so that I know what to expect on stream. I'll be at a save point soon.” He reached out to trail his fingers over the exposed part of your thigh. You hummed at the contact, the heat from his fingers leaving a gentle path over your skin. You wanted so desperately to have him, to feel all of his body against you, but you respected that he was in the middle of something.

Still. That respect only went so far; if it had been emails, Smosh related or otherwise, or editing, maybe you would’ve exercised more patience. Would’ve crawled back into bed and turned up the volume on the TV a bit to keep yourself occupied. But both of you knew Twitch streams were of a more minor importance to him than something like voice acting calls with his agent or zoom calls with coworkers; you considered his transparency about what he was doing as him giving you permission to play dirty.

Especially since you could tell he was nearly done with this run through—you recognized the save point as it approached.

“Ok,” you purred, the picture of innocence despite the thoughts running through your mind, “I’ll just start by myself.”

“Yeah?” Damien looked up at you, turning his chair back to face the computer with his brow raised, amused. “Good luck.” He resumed the game.

You fled back to the comfort of the bed, eyes fixed on the back of Damien’s head as you let your hands roam your body. You’d have to work to get his attention, but that was where the fun began, and from there it was a game you both knew well and enjoyed playing.

You lifted the hem of your shirt, fingers gliding over the skin of your stomach and downward to your cunt. You pressed two fingers to your clit, working up the courage to make a sound, give him a signal that you had followed through on your threat. Your body responded in kind to the feather light touches you gave yourself, and without having to try, a breathy moan escaped your throat.

You watched Damien square his shoulders.

“Better not be doing what I think you’re doing.” He didn’t turn around, still moving the mouse.

“Just making good on my promise." You whispered, sweet and quiet. You continued rubbing circles over your clit, exciting the nerves throughout your body, the natural lubricant of your slick becoming more apparent as your arousal grew.

Damien turned the chair around, still sitting as he watched you touch yourself. You paused your movements to make eye contact with him, and you could see the way his eyes darkened when he lowered his gaze and saw your hand connected to your bare cunt.

“Well keep going, then,” his voice was like gravel, “You want to do it yourself? I won’t stop you.” He folded his arms, nodding at you, “Let me see you struggle to make yourself cum, baby. Want to see how hard it is for you to do what I do.”

His words ignited something inside you; fueled by playful spite and an urge to continue your bratty show, you plunged two fingers into your heat. You took a sharp breath, lips parted as you curled your fingers to press against the soft flesh within you. The muscle in Damien’s jaw tensed and his nostrils flared just enough for you to notice. You just smiled.

“Feels good, daddy.” You squirmed slightly around the intrusion of your own fingers. In truth, your own hands could never provide the type of bliss his could; yours were smaller, shorter, all-around inferior to his when it came to providing you satisfaction.

But that wouldn’t stop you from trying. Not when you had a show to put on.

Damien shifted in his seat, bottom lip between his teeth while he watched you fuck yourself open as best you could. “I bet.”

You lifted your hips from the mattress, supporting yourself with your back, feet planted firmly on the bed. This new angle was a godsend; you could reach deeper within yourself, the crevices of your walls shifting around your fingers and showing you the hidden spots that knocked wind from your lungs. “Fuck—oh my god.”

“I’d have gotten you there by now, you know.” Damien seethed in his chair, unmoving, teeth gritted. “Would’ve been so much better if you let daddy do it for you.”

He knew you were struggling to find the tipping point, knew you had to stretch your fingers to reach the spots that required stimulation, knew you were imagining his hand instead of yours.

“Don’t need—don’t need daddy to do it for me,” your smile was absolutely devious, and the moans that fell from your mouth downright filthy. “I can do it by myself. I can…so close...”

“Show me, then.” He demanded, standing and making his way to the bed, “You don’t need my help?” He settled in the spot next to you, crowding you on the mattress while you drove your fingers in and out of your entrance, his lips brushing your temple when he spoke. “You don’t need my fingers? Hm? Don’t want my cock?”

Your façade faltered, but you managed to keep yourself distracted from his words with the way your fingertips grazed your most delicate spot. “I can—do it,” you reassured him, mocking tone coming across more stilted than you had intended as you wrestled with your own body.

“No you can’t, baby.” He smiled, hand coming to sit on top of your own, moving with you, “And if you do, you’ll be in so much more trouble than you already are.”

Something about his voice, the deep vibrations you felt in his chest combined with the soft touch of his big hand over yours; the mock frustration you had with him, and the real frustration you had with yourself as you tried desperately to cum; the way his eyes pierced through your own, it all worked together to spur you on. With the encroaching weightlessness you felt in your limbs, and his breath against your cheek, you finally reached the edge.

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, grinning wide as you pumped your fingers in and out for the last time, letting the heel of your palm push against your clit. You were breathless, tired, but not as satisfied as you knew he would’ve made you.

You turned to him, and he already had his gaze fixed on you.

“Couldn’t help it,” you mumbled, “Felt good.”

“Just good?” Damien stared you down, removing his hand from yours. “We both know that good isn’t good enough for you.”

“You’re just jealous that you didn’t get to do it.”

“Yeah. I am.” He stood again. Before you could ask where he was going or what he was planning, he wrapped his hands around your ankles and pulled you sideways over the mattress until your legs hung over the side of the bed. He flipped you onto your stomach, raising the hem of the shirt you still wore to expose your slick-coated cunt.

“You’re so impatient, baby. If you wanted to cum, you could’ve just asked.” You could feel the fan of his breath, cold against your wet cunt, as he kneeled behind you, face centimeters from your entrance. “But since you put on such a nice show, I think I’ll do you one better.” He admired the sight before him, one finger trailing over your slit to collect your wet. He pulled back and sucked the gathered moisture from his hand.

“Oh, I bet,” you goaded him, even despite the position you were in and the punishment you knew you deserved. “This isn’t much of a punishment, daddy.” You giggled into the blankets, bunching the comforter against your face to cushion you and hold the noises you made.

“We’ll see.” He straightened out slightly and delivered a hard smack to your ass. You yelped, moaning at the sting and suddenly ready to obey his every word. “Count them.”

“Was that—does that count as one?” You questioned, sticking your ass out for him and waiting for his hand to come down again.

“Princess, you really think that all you’re getting is a spanking?” Damien soothed the skin he had just slapped, rubbing his palm in circles over your ass. “Didn’t say I wanted you to count the spanks, baby.”

“So wh—Oh, my god—” You couldn’t form the question, and as it turned out, you didn’t have to ask at all—he was one step ahead of you. His fingers plunged deep into your entrance and immediately sought out the spot you’d had so much trouble finding just minutes ago.

“You’re gonna count how many times I make you cum." He bit into the flesh of your ass before trailing his tongue down and over the skin of your thigh, eager to sample every inch of you, undeniably turned on after watching you fight so hard to make yourself cum. “And you’re going to tell me how good daddy makes you feel. And you’re going to say thank you every time.” You let out a low moan of his name, and his hand connected in a sharp smack with your ass once more. “What'd you say?”

“Yes, daddy,” Your words were muffled by the blankets you bunched in your fists, but that did nothing to hide the excitement in your voice.

“There you go,” he removed his fingers, licking a stripe from your clit to your hole, “Knew my good girl was still in there somewhere.” He spread you open, spitting, and watching the strand of saliva drip down from your asshole and over your cunt. He leaned forward, giving in to temptation and tasting you.

“I am good! I can be good…” You whined, squirming at the feel of his stubble against your skin as he ate you like a man starved.

“Prove it,” strands of spit connected his mouth to your cunt as he spoke. He licked another stripe over you, biting your thigh, “Prove it, baby.” He returned to your core, licking into you and occasionally brushing over your clit. He bit into the skin of your other thigh before he again took to fucking you with his tongue.

You moaned at the feel of his teeth on your skin, and moaned louder when his tongue pushed into you. You reached behind your body, trying to find the leverage to push him further against you, but he grabbed your hand before you could lace your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t think so,” he pushed your hand away and smiled at your frustrated moan. “I kept my hands to myself when you were playing, didn’t I?” You let out a quiet sound and he pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger, making you gasp. “Words.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Yes what?” He rolled your clit in between his fingers, torturously slow and forcing you to buck your hips into nothing, so desperate for more.

“You kept your hands to yourself.”

“So…?”

“So, I need to keep my hands to myself.” You whimpered when he removed his grasp on your clit, opting now to massage it with two fingers.

“Good, baby,” he praised, keeping his fingers steady on your clit. He spit onto your cunt again. “Remember that. Don’t make me tie you down.”

You whimpered at his words, hoping that he’d follow through on that threat—if not now, later.

“Oh, you like that?” He pushed three fingers into you, relishing how you arched your back and moaned his title. “You know, for someone who claims to be so good, you act like a slut.” He moved his hands in sync, fingers punching into you, his opposite hand kneading your clit. “Are you a slut, baby?”

You nodded vehemently, gripping the comforter, so close to the edge you could taste it. “Yes—yes, daddy!”

“Yeah?” He curled his fingers, letting them brush repeatedly over your g-spot until he saw your legs tremble. “You like being a slut?”

“O—nly for you,” you had to think hard to form any words, your brain clouded with pleasure, “Only for daddy.” You tried, and failed, to support yourself on your hands, then your forearms; the sensation became too much, and your arms gave out under you, leaving you to tilt your head back so that he could hear your cries without the comforter muting them.

“I know. I know, baby. Only for daddy.” He cooed, hands working in tandem to help you reach your high. “Let me see how pretty my princess looks when she cums for me. Show me, baby, show me what a good little slut you are.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; you felt your abs tighten, panting as your walls clenched around his thick fingers, and you let your head fall flat onto the mattress. Your thighs twitched, and there were stars behind your eyes when Damien curled his fingers inside you one last time, stroking the delicate spot within you in time with the patterns he rubbed over your clit.

You felt heavenly, satisfied now more than you had been after your own attempt; you were fully capable of making yourself feel good, but he was capable of making you feel absolutely wonderful, and following the orgasm you’d forced from yourself, the one he gave you was so much better—positively perfect.

Damien stood behind you, leaning over you to move the hair that had fallen across your face during your squirmier moments, and to kiss your head. You could feel his stiff length pressing against you, and despite the exhaustion you already felt in your bones, your eagerness far outweighed any fatigue you had.

“Remember to count, princess.” He whispered in your ear between soft kisses pressed to your sweaty skin.

“One,” you mumbled, “That was one. Thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He licked a stripe up your neck, and you mewled for him. He flipped you onto your back, and you looked up at him through your lashes. “You’re gonna keep being good for me, right?” He trailed his fingers down your thighs, moving back up to ghost over your sensitive cunt. You nodded, and he smiled, sharp teeth threatening to poke over his bottom lip.

“Gonna be so good,” You stretched your arms out, and he pulled you up to him with his hands on your biceps. You let him take your shirt off, collapsing back onto the bed with your hands above your head and your wrists crossed, giddy. He remained fully clothed, the silver chain tucked under his shirt only given away by the shine that circled the back of his neck. You couldn’t help but stare.

How could a man be just as sexy fully clothed as he was when he was undressed? You didn’t know how he managed, but you ogled him all the same, even in your post-orgasm haze.

His hands continued to trail your now completely naked body; thumbs brushing over your nipples while his hands groped at your breasts leisurely, dipping down to squeeze your hips and waist before returning to your heat to tease you where you were already overstimulated. He leaned over you, taking one nipple in his mouth and alternating between rolling it between his teeth and sucking on the pebbled skin. You grabbed at the blankets, anchoring yourself under him.

He undid his zipper, removing his now painfully hard cock from his jeans and letting it rest over your cunt. You gasped, moaning at the weight and feel of him. You wanted so desperately to touch him, and as if he read your mind, he took your hand and guided it over his length, effectively ending the "hands to yourself" rule he had been enforcing.

“You’re being so good, princess,” he let go of your hand and you hesitated, waiting for further instruction. “Go ahead. You’re allowed.”

You hummed, fingers sliding over the soft skin of his shaft. You teased his tip with your thumb, and he bit back a quiet hiss.

“This is what patient girls get, see?” He stroked your thigh while you ran your hand up his length, “This is what good girls get when they wait.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You were muttering, craning your neck to see how your hand looked wrapped around him. You clenched around nothing.

He gently removed your hand, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance and rocking into you slowly. You felt the familiar, welcome pressure in your lower half; the way your body made space for him, let him stretch you out until you were a perfect fit.

“God, you take me so well,” He groaned, pushing more of himself into you and reveling in the way your warmth sheathed him. “So pretty, letting me get you ready with my fingers. This is what you wanted, hm? Needed attention?”

“Yes, daddy,” you couldn’t hide the slack-jawed look of scatterbrained bliss on your face even if you wanted to. “Needed you to make me feel good.”

“Cause you can’t do it yourself, isn’t that right?” He bottomed out with a low moan. His hands rested on your hips, forcing his cock to stay buried inside of you.

“Only daddy,” you arched your back, legs coming to wrap around his hips and let him sit even further within you, “Only daddy can make me feel good.”

“That’s fucking right." He smiled, grip on your hips tightening as he pulled out and drove back into you, pistoning his hips at a pace that he had clearly set in his mind prior to even getting his cock out. His bottom lip sat trapped between his teeth.

Damien alternated between the perfect views he had; your face, contorting in pleasure, pleas falling from your lips, begging him to go faster, harder, do anything to you, whatever he wanted, as your eyes rolled back; and your cunt, wrapped tight around him, taking what he gave you, your thighs soaked with your slick.

You were the only person he ever wanted to look at.

“Oh—fuck, that’s s-so deep,” Your head fell back, pushing against the mattress, as the feeling of his cock brushing your cervix made your lip tremble. “Daddy, just like that.”

He watched your hands roam over your abdomen, situating atop your lower stomach and pressing against the bulge of his cock inside you. He growled, reaching to grab your legs and pull them up so that your feet were resting on his shoulders. Your lower half lifted slightly off the bed, big hands moving under the curve of your ass to keep you there.

“Look at you, baby,” he admired the way you let him throw you around, “Getting fucked out like the pretty slut you are.” He could feel your walls fluttering around him.

“I’m goi—I’m so fucking—” You searched for the words, not caring when you couldn’t find them; you were certain he could take the hint from your frenzied moans and repeated cries.

“Are you gonna give me another one, princess? You gonna let daddy feel you cum?” His brow was furrowed, and he looked almost empathetic through his colder, dominant bearing. He leaned forward, pushing your legs towards your chest with your ass still in the air, and the shift in angle made you scream, forgetting every other word you’d ever known and replacing them with his name. You clawed at his back, nails slipping over the fabric of his shirt, and he laughed through groans while he ground his hips against you.

And then you were cumming again, his name and his title falling repeatedly from your lips, a messy amalgamation of curses and whimpers that you cried over, and over, and over again. He let your legs fall to the side, and you wrapped them around his hips again. He stayed inside you, cock still hard, twitching with the pulse of your cunt as you faced the aftershock of your orgasm. He thrust into you shallowly, letting you reacquaint yourself with your surroundings. He bent over you, holding your chin between his fingers.

“What number was that?”

“T-two,” you felt loopy, and you giggled against his mouth when he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss he gave you felt chaste, almost shy, in comparison to the way he fucked you, but you liked it; it encapsulated perfectly what it was like to be his—safe and taken care of—and you loved it. You loved him. “Thank you.”

“Good job.” He whispered against your lips before returning to the kiss. “Knew you could do it. Knew you’d be good for me—just needed a little reminder, right? Needed me to put you in your place.”

You nodded, officially lost to the submissive fog of your mind, focused only on being obedient for him. “Need daddy.”

“You have me, baby. I’m all yours.” He straightened, taking off his shirt and tossing it haphazardly somewhere on the floor. His jeans and boxers followed, joining the heap of discarded clothing in the corner.

You stayed in the spot where he left you, sticky between your legs and entranced by every movement Damien made.

He refocused his attention on you, his smile almost serene despite the fact that you both knew he wasn’t done yet. He once again found himself next to you on the bed, situating himself facing you and admiring the fucked-out look on your face. You reached out for him lazily, and he grabbed your wrists, holding your hands and kissing over your knuckles just as he had earlier.

“C’mere,” His hands found purchase on your waist, and he rolled over with you in his arms, prompting you to straddle him. “Gonna give me another one?”

“Please,” You squeaked, hands trailing down the expanse of his chest and over his stomach, grazing his soft skin with a hungry urgency. “I want more.” You looped a finger through the chain on his neck before letting it unravel and going back to your exploration of his chest. "Make me take it until I can't anymore, daddy, please."

“Slut.” Damien shook his head, laughing to himself about the bright-eyed way you took your punishment. He pulled you forward onto him, and you sighed dreamily; the warmth of his body pressed against yours like pieces of a puzzle, flesh to flesh.

He snaked his arm over your thigh and under your body, pumping himself in his hand. His other hand pushed up against your ass, encouraging you to raise yourself up to give him the room to push into you. You obliged, and though he’d already fucked you, made you cum twice, and overstimulated all of your senses, the first shove of his hips still made you gasp, astonished by the stretch and feel of having all of him inside of you.

“Fuck,” He leaned back, hands rubbing over the flesh of your hips in a show of affection and power, keeping you steady as he bottomed out. “Greedy fucking pussy.”

You had your hands on his shoulders, muscles sensitive from your prior orgasms and unable to sit upright. But you were both content this way, with your tits accessible for him to toy with while he used you. He sucked on the plush flesh, watching as purple bruises formed and nipping at them before turning his head to make another.

The familiar tug of some hidden chord inside you grew steadily. Damien raised his hips off the bed, simultaneously pushing you down onto him by your hips, resulting in his cock driving into you as far as he could possibly go at this angle. You gave up on trying to support yourself, collapsing onto his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong princess?” He was taunting you, “Too much? Are you too sensitive to take what daddy gives you?” He wrapped both arms around your body, keeping you pressed against him as he thrust into you, hard and fast.

“N—o,” you moaned, unable to hide the satisfaction you got from his playful ridicule, “Feels—shit, I want—please, please, it’s so nice, daddy, feels fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?” He moved one hand up to tug on your hair, easing you from your hideaway in the crook of his neck and forcing you to look down at him, “Tell me, baby, tell me how it feels when daddy fucks you.”

He kept his hand in your hair, the pull forcing your back to arch and letting him hit the best spots inside you. You weren't shy about the pleasure he was granting you.

“Amazing!” You clawed at his shoulders, shallow red marks that would fade within the hour painting the skin on his upper arm and over his chest. “Feels amazing!”

“What feels amazing?” He was smiling, taking great pride in hearing all the ways you responded to his movements and the way your mouth twisted to get the words out.

“Daddy—daddy feels so perfect inside me!” You practically sobbed it, overcome with the bliss of being full of him.

“That’s right. Tell daddy you love him.” He had to fight to hide the pleading cadence in his voice; somehow the strongest desire he had, even balls deep inside you, was hearing those three words fall from your lips.

“I love you,” You gasped, nails carving crescent shapes into his skin, “I fucking love you.”

He went slack jawed, the glee behind your words pairing perfectly with the way your cunt squeezed him. “I love you, princess,” He moaned it, “I love you so much.”

“Want—want you inside me all the time like this. Wanna feel you all the time, daddy.” Your legs hurt and your skin felt raw and tender, but, god, if you didn’t love moments like this.

At that, Damien let out a low growl, removing his grip on your hair and letting you rest your head on his shoulder once more. “God, you’re fucking needy,” he was fucking into you wildly, and the sound of skin on skin and the slick leaking from you created a chorus you could listen to for hours on end. “You want this cock all the time? Is that what you want?”

You nodded against him. “Please, daddy.”

“You just want to be all sore and sensitive for me? Let me fuck you all the time?”

“Yes! Ye—es!” You were drooling, the puddle of your spit mixing with the tears of elation that slipped from your eyes. Your clit dragged over him perfectly in this position, sending jolts through your already overstimulated body. You could feel yourself squeezing around his cock with every harsh ram of his hips.

“There you go, princess,” he felt it too, his excitement building alongside yours . “Give it to me, baby. C’mon and cum for me again.” He slowed his thrusts, letting you take what you needed; one of his hands found its way between your bodies and offered your sore clit a boost of stimulation.

That was what sent you over the edge—that, and hearing the way he praised you, the repetition of his moans and the way he called you so pretty, so good for him, an eager little slut who follows directions so well. You thought you might black out, so exhausted and spent, but still so desperate for him as you clung to his body through your orgasm.

“Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You slurred your words together, high off the pleasure that fanned out from your core and across your entirety.

"Good, princess, that's right. Such good manners." Damien stroked your hair. "Gonna fucking cum for you, baby. Give you a reward for being so good for me, fill you up nice and deep." His long, unhurried thrusts led him to his own high, which he greeted with a groan and a drawn-out sigh of your name. You moaned, feeling the warmth spread over you, and you lifted your head to connect your lips to his.

He took his time, licking into your mouth and savoring the way you whimpered into him; it was messy and sleepy, and paired well with the tacky feeling between your thighs as his cum dripped from you, mixed with your own.

Damien flipped you over, supporting himself on his forearms as he looked down at you. Your eyes were glassy, miles away, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat and tears and spit, and he thought you were the most beautiful thing in that moment, and in every other.

He pulled out of you slowly, and you whined at the loss.

“Shh, princess, I know. It’s ok.” He ran his hands over your torso when he removed himself from you. “Hi, baby.” He ran his knuckles soothingly over your cheek, and you closed your eyes, humming. “What number was that?”

“Three.”

“Think you can give me one more?”

Your eyes went wide, and you bit your lip, unable to hide the dopey smile you got upon hearing his question. “Make me.”

“Fucking bratty—even after all this?” He laughed, kissing your nose before moving down your body and putting your legs over his shoulders. “You tell me if it’s too much now, alright?”

“I know, daddy.” Your words were defiant despite how limp and weary you felt. You stretched your arm down to stroke his cheek with the tips of your fingers.

“Think I would’ve fucked the attitude out of you by now.” He grinned, and you bit your tongue, giggling.

You watched him lower his face to your core, his breath catching on the sticky mixture that seeped from your hole and making you shiver. Damien savored the image before swiping his tongue through your folds, collecting the blend of your cum and groaning at the taste. You let your hands wander, one fondling your own chest, the other buried in his hair. Damien's hands roamed up and down your legs, brushing over your stomach and hips in an effort to ground you, to make sure you were comfortable and knew you were safe despite your current state of fragility.

Every movement of his tongue made you flinch, overly sensitive but loving every second you got to watch him between the V of your thighs. The light swipes of his tongue made the hair across your body stand up on goose flesh.

“Oh—” You let out a small gasp when he nudged your clit with his nose, tongue exploring your entrance. “Right there.” Your grip on his hair tightened, and he moaned against you; the vibrations made you tremble, and with little warning you were cumming again, whispering his name and words of praise and appreciation.

Damien rubbed your thigh, moving to lie down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. One of his hands pressed against your back, feeling your ribcage expand as you caught your breath.

“That was four.” You spoke after a few moments of silence, and he squeezed you against his chest. "Thank you, daddy."

“Didn’t even have to ask you that time.” He brushed the hair from your face and peppered kisses over your forehead.

“I know,” you leaned back slightly to smile up at him, proud of yourself, “I’m just that good.”

“So good. You’re so good for me.” He emphasized every word with a soft peck on your lips, and you laughed. "Always so good. So beautiful, so sweet, baby, and you’re all mine." His praise helped you come back down to earth, the haziness in your head caused by repeated stimulation easing up and being replaced by pure contentedness and tired eyes.

You realized the scratches you left on his chest were deeper than you’d intended for them to be, still stark against his pale skin, and you trailed your fingers over them.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to mark you up like that.” You lay your head against a pillow, intertwining your legs with Damien’s and looking up at him. You kept your hands curled over his chest, basking in the security you felt in the heat of his body.

“Don’t worry about it, princess,” he ran his thumb over your lips, and you kissed it, “You should see the other guy.”

“Bet the other guy is really hot…” You countered. “Probably really obedient, too.”

“Really hot,” he laughed, “But between you and me…kind of a brat.”

“Am not!” You pushed against his chest, and he caught your wrists, leaning forward to engulf you again and kiss your face.

“Oh, yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, “How’d we end up in bed like this?”

“No idea. I thought you knew…” You giggled at your own faux perplexity. Damien rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Do you want ice, baby? Or heat?” He nudged your nose with his. "I can run you a bath—or do you want me to get you the heating pad?"

“Ice.” You grabbed his arm when he moved to stand, “Later, though. Now I just want you. Please.”

“You’re not sick of me yet?” He returned to your side, letting your hands wander over him.

“You know, after four orgasms, you might think that,” Your hand came to rest on his stomach, tracing shapes over him, “But you’re just so enticing.” You toyed with his silver necklace. “Tell me, baby: was this worth the time you spent apart from your beloved game?” You teased, and he pulled you on top of him again, letting you sink lazily against him.

“Funny,” he smiled, one arm under his head to allow himself the full view of you on top of him. He ran his hand through your hair, lazy kisses landing on the top of your head, “Don’t tempt me to make it five.”

#damien haas #damien haas fanfiction #damien haas fic #damien haas smut #damien haas x reader #damien haas x you #smosh #smosh fanfiction #smosh fic #smosh games #smosh mouth #smosh pit #smosh squad #smoshblr

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obxlovers-posts · 4 months

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Pretty in pink

Warnings- smut 18+

Summary- cute lil fluff rafe being sweet. Sarah’s friend stays at her house with rafe

Requests are open! :)

Word count- 1,272

Sarah sets down a small box with different nail polishes next to me on the couch. I reach in pulling a couple out looking through them

"Take them all, I haven't used them and don't wanna waste"she says

Rafe sits beside me holding his hand out I look at the nail polish in my hand and hand them to him. I watch him shake his head and put back the dark blue.

"I'm gotta go, John B needs me. You want me to run you home?"sarah asked rafe looks at me

"Uh, no I can wait here"i say giving her a smile

"I likely wont be back"she says slipping her shoe on

"I'll make sure she gets home"rafe says still looking through the colors. Sarah doesn't fuss, she also doesn't like her brother, but she knows he won't let anything happen to you.

Being Sarah's best friend means you've spent a lot of time in the mansion and a lot of time spent around rafe. Sometimes it felt like you knew him better than Sarah who would blow him off or argue with him. With you it's like he is a different person and Sarah can tell which is why she trusts him with you. On the other hand she knows you and how you light up around him or how you get shy all the little things just as you know of him.

"We can do something tomorrow"Sarah says hearing the honk from the Twinkie

"It's fine Sar"I say before she heads out the door

Rafe grabs my leg from beside me tugging it so I'm facing him with my feet in his lap and he holds up a pale pink nail polish to my foot. I smile to him as he smirked to himself placing the box aside. Not what I would've chosen but he likes it

He takes my foot in his hand rubbing circles on the bottom. He starts painting my toes and surprisingly it wasn't a disaster. He wipes off the extra leaving a pale pink stain on his finger. I watch his hands as he switches feet letting the other one dry. I look at his gold ring it's usually on his index finger is now on his middle finger I scrunch my brows.

"You okay?"he asked looking at me as my eyes meet his

"Your ring it’s different"I say nodding my head

"Sometimes I play with it and move it around"he says finishing my toenails he brings my foot closer to him blowing on it making me giggle

"Don't mess it up" he groans as I wiggle

"How much time do you spend looking at my hands?"he smirked

"What?"i ask

"You noticed my ring. "he says looking at me in between blowing so the nail polish dries. My mouth is dry and my heart is racing. I adore the look in his eyes.

“I notice a lot about you”I say he looks at me before tapping my toenail

“All dry”he says pulling it closer to him placing a kiss on my ankle and kisses on the inside of my calf

"Rafe"I say as he leans up his hand following his lips on the other side of my leg pushing it closer to his face kissing my knee

"Hmm"he hums against my skin as his face moves up to my thigh my head falls back trying to hide the smile. He’s usually touchy but this is different and it’s bringing butterflies to my stomach

"I wanna see you pretty girl"he says I lean my head back up biting the inside of my lip he smiled his hands trail down to the hem of my summer dress pushing it back. I try to back myself up but his hands slip on my ass pulling me back to him

"Rafe not on the couch someone could see"I whisper

"Let them watch"he says peeking up to me as his hands work the lace on my underwear tugging them towards himself I lift my foot and he tosses them on the floor

His face returns to the inside of my thigh my head falls back once again as he gets closer I feel him stop and his hand wraps around my throat. The cold ring making me go crazy and I swallow as he leans above me rubbing my clit with his other hand

"What did I say" he says pushing his lips into mine as his finger slips into me making me moan in his mouth he quickens his pace adding another finger

"My girls so wet"he says and I can see the lust dripping in his bright blue eyes he moves back down my body his mouth hovering over my exposed pussy. He slides his finger back in until I’m met with the cold hard metal of his ring I groan my hand finding his and pushing it deeper

“You like my ring inside you?”he asked tilting his head

“I like you inside me”I say watching his eyes Subconsciously moving myself closer he removes his finger replacing it with his tongue sending a rush through me. His hands hold my hips causing me to clench harder around his head. My hands quickly find his hair. He groans wrapping his hands under my ass cheeks pulling me up with him I wrap my legs around him

He packs me upstairs to his room laying me on the bed quickly taking his shorts and boxers off.

He pushed me back on his bed towering over me he rubs his dick on my stomach trailing down before slowly pushing himself in I gasp taking him in I wrap my hands in his hair pulling his face to me kissing him. Moans escaping into his mouth and he pulls away shaking his head

"Rafe"I say panting trying not to moan his hand squeezes my boob

"Let it out pretty girl"he whispered and I didn't hold it back as he thrusts harder into me. He stops lifting my legs and placing them on his shoulders fixing himself and slamming back into me his hand returns to my throat I give him a smile

“That’s right my girl”he says throwing his head back with a smile he can’t hide

“R-Rafe”I moan trying to tell him I’m about to cum

“I know baby I feel it”he says and I melt around him his lips meet my neck sucking on it sweetly as his pace quickens. He rolls me over and lines himself up sinking back into me he pulls my hair towards him before he slows him pace his dick throbbing inside me as he finishes

“Take it all my girl”he says pushing himself all the way in I moan feeling him slide out and fall beside me onto his back. catching his breath and pulling me into him

"I'm glad Sarah left you to me"he says kissing the top of my head he holds my hand up sliding the ring off his finger and putting it on mine though it’s too big

“I promise you my girl you’re not just one of my toys”he says tilting my chin up placing a kiss on my nose giving me a smile

“I sure hope not Rafe Cameron”I say falling back into his ocean eyes twirling the ring on my finger

“You remind me of the color pink”he says his blue eyes shine and a smile spreads across my face he places his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb on it pulling me closer for a kiss

#drew starkey #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe smut

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sericasong · 2 months

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Sparkling・✦ drabble

adjective - shining with flashing points or gleams of reflected light, as the ocean or a faceted gemstone.・✦

So what if Keigo's single? So what if Keigo's not on the market? So what if Keigo's staring at a ring in a window and thinking of someone who he is decidedly not in love with?

What about it?

He didn't mean to stop on his walk, really.

It's late at night, enough that there's less fans around to consider his image or what every action could imply, and Keigo is standing in front of a jewelry store with his eyes on the display.

There's a wide assortment of items, of course. That's why it's a store. For anything other than jewelry to be present would be ridiculous.

His first attempt of many to rationalize falls when his eyes do- to what he knows caught his gaze in the first place.

The rings.

Faceted stones set in carefully polished metal, some engraved with artisan designs and others a simple band and all of them beautiful in their symbolism. Made to rest on a married hand, to be slid on a ring finger with tenderness and affection.

Keigo wonders idly what it's like, domestic life.

He wonders if it's like you.

Is it like when you get all worried for him after a harsh battle, fussing over every minor scrape or scratch?

Is it like when you enter his apartment with bags of snacks on your arms and a greeting on your lips, the ones he finds his attention caught by even hours after you're asleep on his couch?

Is it like when you brush away the particulates left on his coat after work as a fond smile creases your expression, gentle hands trailing over the fabric before they move to ruffle his mussed hair, a soft noise of amusement heard through his daze when he leans into the touch like an eager puppy?

He wonders about those hands of yours, which treat him so kindly without a second thought. He thinks about rings.

The eternal debate crops up again, questioning details he's never had the courage to attach to your cherished friendship.

Which metal would you want? What kind of design would you like? Between a spring or a fall wedding, which would you prefer?

Would you wear a dress or a suit?

His breath falters.

The idea of you in either one makes his chest feel like shaken soda.

Keigo catches himself before his thoughts can get any more... that. Any deeper in this hole he's digging with restless paws.

Any further in love with you.

Fuck.

He shakes his head and it doesn't clear, but the air on his face reminds him where he is.

Right. Just gotta finish patrol. Then I can get home and...

And what? Repress this sweetened warmth in his stomach yet again?

...Nah. And keep imagining your wedding. He won't acknowledge that fact, though. It'd be letting those stubborn feelings prevail.

A slow breath, and he keeps walking as he shifts his focus back to the duty he's born and bred for, returning to his sworn responsibility as the confident, capable number two hero who does not have a crush.

He memorizes the shop name, anyways.

Just in case.

#mha hawks #mha takami keigo #mha keigo takami #hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #serica rune #fluff ✦

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minhosimthings · 8 months

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Someone Older, Just a Little Bit Colder.

Summary: Yoon Y/N and Lee Minho. Perfect enemies. But when some guns and roses get mixed up with both of them, I wonder what the fates have weaved for their story.

Pairings: Fem!reader × Minho, classic Enemies to Lovers. Includes rest of Skz and other groups

Warnings: lots of violence, blood, murder, guns, swearing, mention of food, mention of dead bodies. There is a lot of violence so please do not interact if you are sensitive to these things.

A/N - I finished this finally. This took a lot of time and it is probably my longest work till date. I took inspiration from an edit I saw on Instagram. So here you go! Please enjoy this and feel free to give me feedback. I don't like some parts of the fic that much tho. Cause I was very lazy when I wrote them.

Song rec:

1: I need someone older

"No, no, no" Mournful voices were surrounding your frame. "No this can't be happening. Please Y/N!" Tears, not yours, dripped onto your skin as something red mixed with it to create a pretty little cocktail. "Fuck princess wake up! Fuck no....."

"Y/N! Come down quick! You've gotta get to school!" Another day of school. How mechanical was your life. In your final year of high school, you'd have thought that your life would have sugar, spice and everything nice. But instead, you got stuck with a robotic schedule, which consisted of waking up, going to school, coming back, food time, homework, checking to see if any colleges had sent you mails and then going back to sleep. But you couldn't really complain, because you were in Jeju Island. Literally everyone here had the same robotic schedule. Well maybe except for the richest people here. Your family was what was known as the middle classes. You lived comfortably, but not too plushily and your mom and dad both had jobs. Your elder sister Jinhee and you basically raised each other and now, with Jinhee, already graduated and married (since she was seven years older than you), you were left all alone in your turquoise room, with white borders and black finishes. It wasn't the fact that you weren't happy or anything. But, as a child of the Cosmos and as a ruler of the skies and tides, you wanted to feel that feeling that people had when they would roll around in the grass, or buy flowers from a sweet old lady, or wear ridiculous nail polish with someone, keeping the stories of the stars to yourself, whenever someone asks 'what did you do last night?'. But wasn't that why fairytales existed? To tell you that getting all those things was nothing but a mere dream? A dream which you hoped would come true? Which you hoped that the universe would understand your heart's desire and grant it to you?

"Be safe alright? Got your pepper spray?" "Yes ma don't worry. Im always safe aren't I?" Your mother kissed your forehead gently before letting to walk off to school, pepper spray in hand, knife hidden up the sleeve of your blue school sweater. The road from your house to your school was one of the safest ones. It was a suburban area, with families like yours lining up the street. You had no problem walking by yourself, and casually greeting the wakening families, with their toddlers and teenagers. You felt safe here and in the rare times there was some danger, you knew you could kick their asses (flashback to that one time you thought your dad was a stranger and accidentally kicked him hard in the shin. He still doesn't forgive you for that)

"Miss Yoon. Are you walking alone your highness?" That voice. That voice was perhaps the bane of your existence (not the object of all your desires. Sue me for using Bridgerton right now). A smooth black car pulled up next to you as you were just a metre away from the school. The windows were rolled down to reveal a young boy, your age with fluffy plum brown hair, cat like eyes, a sharp nose and a smirk on his stupid face. Lee Minho. Also known as the worst person you knew. And no this wasn't an enemies to lovers scenario. It usually is but this? Yeah absolutely not. Lee Minho had been your childhood neighbour since he was six. He lived with his grandparents since he was six, with his parents being in one of the richest families of South Korea and working in Seoul. He also went to your school, which was weird considering he was basically a billionaire and still chose to go to the 'middle class' school along with his his seven friends, who coincidentally were also from the seven richest families of South Korea.

"Oh no Minho. I wasn't walking alone. I have an invisible friend that you can't see from behind those stupidly pretty eyes of yours." You threw him a glare as his smirked just increased in size. "You think my eyes are pretty?" "Oh for fucks sake. What do you want?" "Language, princess." Minho chuckled and unlocked the passenger seat door. "Get in." You let out a chuckle and said "With you? Oh no thank you. I would rather go to Hell and dance with the devil." "Oh come on princess." Minho's face only widened even more to form the face of the devil himself. "You know people who die to even touch my car. You're lucky I'm offering you to ride in it." You rolled your eyes at him. So fucking cocky for no reason. You decided that you couldn't take it anymore and just started walking with a small 'I'll see you at school Minho goodbye now.'. Minho seemed to have taken the sign as he locked his doors, rolled the windows down and sped away to school.

Finally some peace. You breathed in the September air as you watched the Magpies fly around with their mates. You always loved Magpies, courtesy to your dad always encouraging you to birdwatch whenever you were free, with the pink binoculars you had. And today, in the serene September air, it felt good, watching two birds in love fluttering around, probably having a conversation about who knows what. There was that odd feeling in your chest again, that feeling which you pretended wasn't loneliness. People never understood the difference between alone and lonely. Yes you can be alone and you can enjoy it to your fullest. Some of your friends loved to be alone, eating chocolate, reading a nice book, sitting by the rain, all of those aesthetic things those Pinterest people do. You always craved to be like that too, but you never could. And you still had to learn to accept the fact that being basic wasn't a bad thing.

"Babe your foundation isn't blended properly come here. Hasn't Mama Huh taught you anything?" Your best friend Yunjin greeted you at the stairs of your school, with her bright unicorn bag and her perfect makeup as usual. "Sorry sweetheart. I really can't focus today." Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look as she blended the foundation on your neck with her hands carefully. "Is it Lee again? I swear to God one of these days I'm gonna go and tell him that you like him and then he'll confess to you and then this can be an enemies to lovers novel where I'm the sassy, amazing best friend who saves the day." You laughed at Yunjin's rambling. "And I thought Chaer was more delusional than you." "Do I hear my name?" A pretty girl with long black hair and perhaps the greatest jawline in the world came up behind you. Lee Chaeryoung, cousin of Minho and your second best friend, also your prettiest friend (sue me she's my wif- I mean my bias) "Hey Chaer. By the way have you guys completed Mr Hong's assignment?" Yunjin groaned at your words as she pulled out a red copy from her bag and opened it to reveal her messy handwriting. "I stayed up to finish this shit. Why do we need to analyse what a curtain means in Shakespearean language? Like I don't know. It could mean the heroine wants to be at an orgy for all I know." Chaer hit Yunjin's arm as you laughed at went inside the school to go to your English class along with Yunjin. Chaeryoung stalked off in the other direction, to her biology class, as you entered the class, where Mr.Hong wasn't present yet. You always dreaded English period, not because you weren't good in the subject, but because of the seating arrangement. Yunjin would always sit at the back of the class while you were stuck in the front with Minho. You internally groaned as you walked up to your seat, where Minho and Chan were talking to each other. Chan was a good friend of yours since your mom was the head of the Jeju Island branch of his dad's buisness. Curly haired, eyes filled with stars and the most gentle behaviour ever, he came straight out of a goddamn book. You always wondered how he became friends with Minho, considering both of them were as different as chalk and cheese. But then again, they has been brought up together, by their grandparents while their parents would stay in Seoul to run buisness.

"Hey Chan. Did you get those physics notes done yesterday?" Chan greeted at you with than omnipresent smile on his face as he nodded fervently like a puppy. "Yeah I got them done! It was really hard though. I really hope Mrs.Choi is absent today. So she can't call me out on my 'mistakes'." You smiled fondly at Chan as he took his seat on your other side, while Minho toyed with a blue hairband. Your hairband. "Minho where did you get that?" He turned to look at you and gave you that smug smirk again. "Why princess? Is it yours?" You scowled as you reached forward and grabbed the hairband out of his hands and stuffed it into your bag. "Yes it is mine! I think you'd know that considering I have been looking for this ever since the playground incident from when we were seven! Oh but I think you wouldn't remember that would you? Considering you're an ajhussi." It was Minho's time to scowl now and he scrunched up his nose like an angry bunny and stuck his tongue out at you, all while mumbling "I'm only two months older you know.", As Mr.Hong entered the classrooms in his pinstriped shirt and began asking for the assignments.

The rest of the day went as normal. You went to all of your classes, had a gossip-filled lunch with Chaeryoung, Yunjin, Miyeon, Sunoo and Jake, accidentally spilt water over Sunghoon from Chemistry, and got top grades in biology as usual.

Gosh September was good. September was lovely. People don't really get why September was so comforting to you. And to be frank, you didn't get it either. But there was this aura that September had that you couldn't shake. It wasn't just all pumpkin spice lattes or orange scarfs. It was..... Something else. Something you couldn't describe. You know that feeling when you bite into an ice cream cone? It crumbles all over you, but you love that feeling, that crunch combined with the sweet ice cream inside. That's what September was.

The bell rang loudly as school got over and you went over to the the basketball court. Being captain of the girls team, you always needed to stay back after school in order to train your team. "Unnie come quick would ya!" Chaewon, the team's greatest shooter called out to you. "Im not that late today Chaewon. That's a record for me!" Chaewon rolled her eyes as she adjusted her shorts. "Y/N are we gonna discuss some tactics for next week's game then? Cause I drew a lot of shit last night and I don't want it to go to waste." Wonyoung, the team's co-captain was nudging some papers into your hands. You gave her a quick smile as you looked over all the loopy drawings she did. "Oh and girls! Please remember to get your registration documents tomorrow! I really don't want to submit them late to Coach Kim." All your teammates nodded at your words and went on to the court, where to your dismay, Minho and his team were also practicing. You were annoyed. You had booked the court for today and has specifically checked with both of your coaches and yet again, your mortal enemy was playing with his team on what was meant to be your court. "Yah Minho! Get off the fucking court. We have it booked for today!" You gave him the biggest glare that you could muster, while he simply strode up to you, ball in hand, and that stupid smile on his face. "Aww princess. You booked the court for today? Well sad because I booked it earlier. I have a signed consent form from Coach Kim too. So either you can get off the court or we can have a practice game together." You felt like blowing up the earth below his feet right now but you couldn't do anything when he showed you the piece of paper on which Coach Kim had signed specifying that the boy's team could play today. "Fine then. But a practice game? Together? Boys versus girls?" Minho simply nodded at your words as you looked back at your girl standing behind you who were currently looking like they wanted to go to war. Seeing their determination, you extended a hand forward to Minho and in a assertive tone, said, "You're on then Lee. I wanna watch your pretty little face when you lose really badly. So what's the prize then?" You regretted asking that question when you saw Minho's face turning into that evil little smirk again. His team was assembled behind him and now you were a bit scared, considering that your tallest player was the size of their shortest one. "How about........ loser has to take the winner to that nice ice cream place that just opened down the street? And it'll only be us two. You know, captain to captain." Hearing that both your team and Minho's team broke out in high pitched 'ooohs' (yes even the Bois) as if you were doing something scandalous. You had no choice but to accept so you extended you hand again as Minho gripped it with his veiny hands and shook it firmly.

Chan and Chaeryoung were sitting by the stands since neither of them played and you smiled gently at them talking and giggling so fondly. The game started with one of the assistant coaches, Jungwon, refereeing. You were more determined now than you were at last month's regional games. You had to beat Minho and he had to take you to that stupid ice cream place. "Scared princess?" Minho asked as you assembled on the half line. You didn't say anything but threw him a smirk, hoping that it would catch him off guard. "Alright, ready set. Rumble!" Jungwon blew the whistle and threw the ball up in the air as you reached forward and managed to slap it onto your side of the court, where Wonyoung caught it and swiftly passed it on to Chaewon, who was standing by the hoops. You heard Minho scolding Jeongin, who was defending Chaewon, for not blocking her properly as you high fived Wonyoung for the quick pass.The rest of the game pretty much went the same way as you kept using witty tactics while Minho kept using speed and strength, which you knew was his greatest weakness. From time to time, his shirt would fly up ever so slightly and you would get distracted for a split second by his abs (which you scolded yourself for).

"Guys can you stop now please? It's 7:30. I'm going home now and you guys should too before they shut the school gate." Jungwon finally ended the game as you looked over at the scoreboard. You had won! You hugged Chaewon tightly before striding up to a very sweaty Minho who, not even in the slightest, looked defeated. "So, Mr Lee. You owe me ice cream now." He gave you a small smile, which made your heart leap, and said "Of course your Highness. Do you wanna get changed and then we can go? Or would you like to come being all sweaty?" You scowled at him and stuck your tongue out as you made your way to the changing rooms as he shouted behind you, "Meet me at the gate!" You quickly took a shower and changed into the tshirt and yoga pants you usually brought with you to change into after a sweaty game.

"Yah are you going to take me in your dumb car?" You questioned Minho as he pulled up by the gate. Chan had taken Chaeryoung home today so you didn't have anyone to walk you home, which was a plus point (for Minho). "Yes princess. Since the ice cream place is not at a walkable distance, atleast for my feet, we are going in my dumb car. And you don't wana walk home this late Y/N. It's dangerous you know? So get the fuck in and let's go. I'm hungry." You begrudgingly got in the car, silently admiring the sleep leather seats as Minho started the engine and turned the car. "Oh and Chan hyung already informed your mom and dad. They're not gonna come home tonight cause they're busy or something so I'll drive you back if you want." You snapped your head from the flying butterfly outside the window to Minho's concentrated face as you shyly mumbled a 'thank you'.

The drive to the ice cream was long and silent. You simply stated out the window while Minho stared forward, trying not to look at the way the rays of the setting sun fell on your skin or how your hair fell in that particular way that just felt good. Do the boys usually confess first? He didn't know. No he hated you. This is absolutely not fucking happening right now. You were Yoon Y/N, captain if the girls basketball team, annoying neighbour, beautiful mortal enemy. No not beautiful. Get out of it Minho!

"Uh is this the place? Looks cute." Minho's car pulled up near a tiny cafe like building called 'Jureimi's parlor', lit up in bright pink signs. "Oh yeah. I'll just park and we can go." You got out of the car as Minho parked nearby and got out too. "Is that boba flavoured ice cream?" You pointed at a brown coloured ice cream in ghe booth. The lady at the counter smiled at you as she nodded and gave you little sample cup. You offered a bit to Minho, who shook his head and went to find a table. "Get what you want. I'll pay." You rolled your eyes at him. He had to pay anyway for losing the game so badly.

You tasted the ice cream, which tasted like heaven and decided that you wanted this. "Can I get this in a cone please? Two scoops." The lady nodded and told her co worker your order, who went to the back to make it. You noticed some pudding cups on the shelf behind the lady. "Are those puddings?" "Oh yes. They're a new addition really. It's a favourite among all the grandmas here." You pointed at the vanilla one and asked the lady to give you that one, while you handed her the money and she handed you your ice cream and the pudding cup. You strode over to Minho, who was sitting with his legs wide open at the little round table in the corner of the store. "Is that for me?" He pointed at the pudding. "No dumbass it's for the Magpies." He gave you a sarcastic smile and grabbed the pudding cup from your hands. "I only got it for you cause this boba ice cream is expensive. So stop smirking at me." He looked up at you with those cat like eyes and slightly pouted, but remained quiet as both of you savoured on the sweet, sticky food.

"Dude how slow do you eat?" You watched Minho as he has halfway through his pudding, while you had already finished your ice cream. "Just slow enough to annoy you baby." You frowned at his words. "Do not call me that ever again. It's makes me wanna vomit." You made a gagging motion as Minho just simply chuckled. "Fine then. While I finish this amazing pudding, how about we play truth or dare hm? Because our impatient princess can't wait for five seconds without doing anything." You thought for a while before finally saying yes. "Alrightly then." Minho smiled at you. "Y/N. Truth or dare?" You picked truth, which seemed like the only viable option, considering the fact that you were in a shop, and Minho said, "How's your brother?"

Your heart dropped as you heard that sentence. How did he know about that? The blue shade of the shop spun around you as you tried to focus on anything else other than what just came out of Minho's mouth. Silence. Yes silence would work. Just give him a glare and it'll be over. "Oh come on princess. We all know what happened to your brother. I just wanna hear it from you personally." Your blood turned cold as your mind kept feeding you memories of that night. That faithful night. That peace filled night. That night when the Magpies stopped singing and September ran cold once more.

"Fuck you Lee Minho." Saying that, you picked up your bag and got up, slamming the chair to the ground, behind you. The lady at the counter looked up to see you walking about the door, pushing it agressively. "No Y/N wait!" Minho knew he had fucked up now. He had never meant to hurt you like this. He had learnt from Yunjin that you were already over your brother's incident. This was just supposed to be normal mortal enemy banter. How do you still remember? He quickly pulled out some cash and slammed it on the counter to the very shocked lady as he ran out after you. You wouldn't have gotten far. After all, you had to pass the school to get to your house. Minho quickly got in his car and started the engine with a blast. You had also left your headband in the carseat. So, that was another excuse for him to chase after you. He wasn't going to lose you again. Not now. Not when he was so close.

The street was dark and cold, lit up faintly by the wavering streetlights. This wasn't September anymore. You could feel December taking all the love out of September. And as you walked upon the concrete, you could feel the Magpies talking about you. You could feel the crescent moon feeling nothing but pity for you. You could feel all the plants with their bugs, looking at you and saying, "Yoon Y/N. You fucked up again just like you always do." You shouldn't have let your anger take control. But then again, when we deal with anger so long, she never tells us that her actual name is grief. Your brother was supposed to be a closed chapter of your life, but like a faded page of an Agatha Christie novel, he lingered on in your brain. All your family had far moved on, but you loved your twin brother, older than you by 8 minutes, too much to let him go from the dusty cabinets of your brain. You tried to forget his screams on that day and that cold, hard cackling but you couldn't. You were right there. Right in front of all the destruction, when your heart broke into a million pieces. Yet how could you forget such a memory?

"Y/N!" Minho was rolling up with this car next to you as you reached your house. The magenta coloured door was locked, your parents were still out on work. "Minho just fucking leave me alone. And I mean it this time. Don't even fucking talk to me." "Yn would you listen to me? Don't go inside the house!" What was this maniac saying? You stared at his figure getting out of the car and swiftly moving across over the lawn to your figure standing at the front door. "please just don't go inside the house." You noticed some figures behind him and you realised that Chan and his friends Jisung and Changbin were also there. "Minho what the fuck are you doing?" Minho looked at with what you thought looked like an expression of pity. "Just please don't go inside the house."

No you weren't going to listen to him. Absolutely fucking not. The last time you listened to him, you ended up in a mud covered ditch. Not today. "Fuck you and fuck your fucking existence Minho! I'm not listening to one word that comes out of that stupid mouth of yours." Before Minho could stop you and before Chan called out your name, you opened the door with gusto, only to be met, not with the familiar scent of Eau de Perfume but with the stench of iron. Your world came crashing down again. Your parents. Lying dead. On the floor. Of your house. Covered in blood. You were frozen. You couldn't move. A sense of familiarity came over you. You knew this feeling. This feeling of feeling like a thousand icicles had pierced your veins. All that came to your mind was him. No this can't be September. September was his birthday! It can't be this bad. No please don't let September be bad. "Y/N. Princess are you alright?" "Min- Minho. They're- they're not. No." The tears weren't coming. This wasn't sadness this was shock. "Chan hyung can you get her out of here? Jisung call the police. Now. Y/N. Y/N what are you doing!" You had strode up to your parents' bodies. Your mom was covered in more blood than your dad. Your dad looked like he was peacefully sleeping. Your mum's head seemed bashed in. Oh god the smell of blood. That night. All that remained was that night. You were too immersed in looking at your parents, that you didn't notice the creeping black figure in front of you. "So you're their daughter are you?" That husky voice was the last thing you heard before a gun shot, Minho's voice and the thud of your body. There was something warm on your stomach. And gooey. And red. This felt nice, you thought. Dying felt nice. If only he felt like this before....

Chan and Changbin slammed the man who had stabbed you onto the wall, destroying some photo frames in the process. Jisung turned on all the lights and went over to the two other men to get a look at the stranger. Minho, on the other hand, had rushed to your side, picking you up in his arms, towel pressuring the wound on your stomach.

2: Just a little bit colder

"Well well well, Mrs Yoon. How are the children?" Your mother cowered in fear as your elder sister and your dad were tied up next to the fridge in the kitchen. Your twin brother and you were in the clutches of some buff looking men. Eleven years. That's all you were. Eleven fucking years. "Mr. Wang I promise I won't leak the papers. I swear on my children. Please do not harm us." Mr. Wang or whoever he was striding up and down the carpeted room, white papers in his scarred hand. "It's ok Y/Nnie. I'm right here. It's just another November. September will come soon won't it?" Your brother, Doowon tightly held your hand and calmed you down, as your tears threatened to escape from their prison. "Mr. Wang. Please I beg you. Please do not harm me. You have the papers. What more do you want?" Mr Wang smiled at your mother. A cold smile. Shivering and undaunted. "Oh my dear Danbi. I have the papers of course, but you know how I do my work. I do not like bitches who butt their heads into everything. So I want your children to see how their mother is a little bitch." Mr Wang pulled your mother's hair as she screamed and cried out. "Hey don't do that to my mom!" Your borther screamed out as you but the hand if the man who was holding you. Both of you escaped from the clutches of the two men as Mr Wang looked on, slightly amused. "Or what little boy? You gonna beat me up?" Your brother stood his ground, not even daring to break eye contact. "Doowon get back please!" Your mum pleaded with Doowon, but he wouldn't listen. He stepped forward to Mr Wang and stepped painfully on his smooth black shoes. Mr Wang let out a cold laugh as he grabbed your brother by the neck of his shirt. "Grab the little girl too. Let her see how her twin meets with death." A man grabbed you from behind as your family pleaded and you thrashed around, trying to escape. "Let me go!" You screamed as the man took you upstairs while Mr Wang followed with your brother. You reached your bedroom door, which you shared with Doowon and Mr Wang slammed it opened pushing you and your brother inside. "Open that window, Brian." He spat at the man who grabbed you, while you and Doowon stood still. "Now boy. Come here. Come. Here. Now. Unless you want your sister harmed." Doowon looked at you and squeezed your hand before going ever to Mr Wang. And that was the last touch of your brother you had, before Mr. Wang pushed him out of the window on to the green grass below. Your screams had filled the neighborhood, scared the Magpies and threatened September to never come again. September's child,you told yourself. That's all he was. September's child, at the mercy of October.

"She'll be alright Minho. Just give her a few hours. She'll wake up." You were lying on an oak bed with grand purple bedsheets. You had a white sheet wrapped around your waist and your stomach, which stopped blood from coming out of your stab wound. Minho had taken you to his mansion outside of town, where all the sons of the mafias of Korea would hang out. Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Minho's brother Lee Felix Yongbok, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin and Lee Minho. Stray kids, they called themselves. Basically abandoned by their workaholic parents and brought up by relatives. "Hyung she'll be fine don't worry. Seungmin's aunt is the best surgeon in the country. She stitched Y/N up all fine." Changbin put an arm on Minho's shivering shoulder. Chan and Jisung were also there in the room, trying to comfort Minho and convince him that you would be fine. "What if she's not ok hyung? What do I tell her when she wakes up? Ho-how do I explain to her how I knew that her parents' bodies would be lying in her floor before she even got home? How do I fucking explain that?" Minho looked up at Chan with teary eyes. Chan was worried. Minho hadn't eaten or drunk water for the whole day, ever since you came out of that four hour long surgery. Never before had he seen Minho's cold face so filled with emotion. "Minho listen to me. You can explain everything to her once she wakes up. I called her sister and she'll be coming over in three days from Busan. Now please. You've got to eat something or drink water atleast. I promise you, Y/N will understand if you speak to her properly. Now come on, let's get some breakfast. It's 8 am in the morning. The boys would have woken up by now." Minho listened silently to Chan's words and simply nodded. Words weren't coming out anymore as he slowly got up from his chair and let go of your hand. Taking one last look at you, the boys left the room, all the while commanding two bodyguards to stand outside the door, making sure no one else can even come near you.

"Y/Nnie! Look what I can do!" "That wasn't a proper cartwheel Doowon, it doesn't count!" "Atleast I can do a cartwheel." "Yah don't stick your tongue out at me! Jinhee unnie! Doowon's making fun of me!"

'Do you remember? Twenty first night of September? Love was chasing the minds of pretenders.' "Happy birthday Doowon! I got a CD of your favourite song!" "Thanks Y/Nnie. Let's listen to this song on my birthday every year!"

Purple sheets? This was not your bed. Your bed had dinosaur sheets and made a rickety noise every time you moved. You noticed the white tape wrapped carefully around your waist and dared not touch it. You tried to remember what day it was and where you were as you slowly moved and leaned comfortably against the bed frame, groaning slightly as your stomach was hurting. Gosh what day was it? Was it still September? Or did October come to take you away again?

Lost in your thoughts, you looked around the room, trying to figure out whether you were still in Jeju Island or not. You noticed a drawer close to the bed. Curious, you opened the drawer, to find your phone, a bracelet and a picture of a you and Minho in your jerseys. That bracelet. It was the one which your brother had made for you. Which you hadn't seen ever since that day. And the picture was the one which was taken when you and Minho were elected captains of your basketball teams. You grabbed your phone hurriedly as you realised that this had to be Minho's house. You had to get out. Now. Your memory was coming back to you and you remembered the events that had unfolded the night before. Blood. The smell of iron. The blade of a knife. The tears of a plum brown haired boy.

You threw the sheets off of yourself and made to get up. Stupid decision, you told yourself as the moment your feet hit the floor, you fell down witha loud thud. "OUCH!" you cried out loudly, hoping that this was a soundproof house. Probably not, because five seconds later, you heard footsteps coming down to your door. The oak door swung open with a loud crash to reveal a panic stricken Minho, who had dark circles under his eyes, a worried looking Chan, who was clutching a half finished piece of toast and a very confused Seungmin, who was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. "I knew I shouldn't have left your clumsy ass alone." Minho grumbled as he made his way to you and gently lifted you up, taking care not to touch your injury. You should have probably thrashed around, but for the sake of not accidentally injuring yourself even more, you resisted, as Minho put you back on the head and flicked your forehead painfully. "Yah!" You exclaimed rubbing your forehead. "Ok first of all, where the fuck am I? Second of all, what the fuck am I doing here? Third of all, I know my parents are dead now, so what I am going to do?" You directed the last question at Chan, who scratched his hair and glanced at Seungmin, who was looking at you as if you were his hero. "You know noona, you can come stay with me if you don't wanna stay in Minho's hyung's house." Minho glared at Seungmin as Chan took him by the arm and forced him out of the room, before saying "Minho explain everything. And no I will not help you stop pouting." He slammed the door, leaving Minho and you all alone. All alone in this wood carved room. All alone to face September together. "Alright" Minho took in a deep breath. "Im going to explain everything to you princess. But you will not fucking interrupt me, got it?" You opened your mouth to fire something back at him, but you decided against it in the last moment and quietly nodded. "Alright here goes. First of all I am really sorry for bringing up your brother. I know it was an asshole move and I thought you'd have forgotten about it. Clearly you didn't so I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Second of all, yes your parents are dead. Im sorry Y/N but they are. We informed your sister, she'll come in a few days from Busan. And the reason I knew that your parents were dead and tried to stop you was because my cousin killed your parents." Pause button. Wait what?

"Minho what are you talking about? If this is some kind of joke I will seriously kill myself right here and right now." Minho looked at you with an expression of pure sympathy. "It's not a joke Y/N. You know your mom is the head of the Jeju Island branch of Chan's parents' buisness right? Well all our businesses are connected. And one day when you were a child, your mother had found some papers which proved that my family was in illegal work. My family was ready to forgive her but my cousin, Jackson, wasn't. All those papers were related to his dealings and he wasn't happy that a mere woman had found out about it. So one day, without my parent's knowledge, he found out about your family and well. I think you know the rest don't you?" Too many things. Too many things for your brain to process as it went back to that night. Mr Wang. Jackson Wang. Pretty name, you thought, as you tried to bring his face back to your memory. Scarred. That's all you remembered. Scarred face, scarred mouth, scarred hands grabbing your brother by the cuffs on his shirt. "Chan had found out first. You know him having contacts and all. And when he told me about it, there was this thing inside of me that told me that your parents were probably already dead. I know my cousin pretty well. And he isn't one for patience." "But what did my mom do now?" Minho sighed at your question. "She, she found out some more information about Jackson and she decided to step up. But we all know what happens to heroes don't we?" Your breathing had gotten more steady now and your hands had stopped shaking. Sadness wasn't arriving for you. Not yet. Was it September? Or was it because you never actually knew your mother and father? Because thinking about it, you actually never did.

"Y/N I think it's time to tell you what my parents actually do. What all the boy's parents actually do. We run an underground syndicate over the whole of South Korea. We own every piece of land in Korea. We have information about every person existing in this country. And I want to tell you that your mom was actually one of the most important people for our 'buisness'. She wasn't just some head of the Jeju Island branch. She was a personal spy for my father and mother, put here along with your dad, to spy against, uh, some people." Your head hurt even more with all the information that Minho was unloading on you. You held your head in your hands and massaged your temples gently. Minho looked slightly worried at this and nervously asked, "You ok princess? Want some breakfast?" Oh gosh his lips. "Or a doctor? You know what I'll get a doctor. Chan hyung will say no-" Those lips looked so kissable" "- but what if you don't feel well later on a faint and then you become even more sick-" Don't kiss him Y/N don't you dare. "-and then I'll have to marry you and take care of you foreve-"

Yep you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore. "I wanna kiss you." You blurted out, instantly cringing and regretting your words and Minho turned his head towards you, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in surprise. "This is adream right? Oh shit I had too much coffee." You were surprised at his words. Wait did he dream of this in a regular basis or what? Or were in you in a coma and this was all in your head? You slightly moved in the bed and as your stomach slightly hurt, you thought, yes definetly not a coma. "Or you could just get me some breakfast? Im hungry and in pain right now." "O-oh yeah I'll just tell t-the guys to get you some. K cool bye Y/N! See you later definetly don't wanna kiss you haha bye!" You were in a state of euphoria as Minho left the room, a blushing mess. Did you just make the Lee Minho blush and stutter? Oh you could jump in joy right now. Well if you could jump. Was this wrong, you thought. Not feeling sad even though your parents had just died? Or were you too familiar with sadness, that meeting her wasn't a big deal anymore?

The door opened again after fifteen minutes to reveal a blonde- haired boy with the most prettiest eyes you've ever seen, carrying a breakfast tray, followed by a taller long haired boy, who looked like he came straight out of those anime comics you read. "Hey noona! Here's some breakfast! Are you feeling better now?" The blonde haired boy, who had a very deep voice, said in a cheery tone. You considered asking him if he was a pixie or an angel because God did he emit that vibe. That positive vibe that just made you wanna pick some flowers and braid them in someone's hair. "Oh hello there. Um thank you for the food. Im sorry if it was of any inconvenience to you." This time, the long haired boy responded instead, saying "Oh no Noona it's fine. Minho hyung would kill us, well specifically me, if, according to his words 'you felt any discomfort', so please eat up. Im Hyunjin by the way and this is Felix." "Im Y/N. Yoon Y/N. But I'm guessing you already knew that?"

"Well of course we know about you. Minho hyung doesn't stop talking to me about you." Jisung had just appeared at the door, dressed in a leather jacket with leather pants, making him look like a biker. "He literally talked to me about your favourite ice cream flavour for five house noona I'm not joking. So please would you tell him you like or something so that I can get out of this hellhole of listening to him?" You were slightly taken aback by Jisung's words and as he plopped and deflated onto the purple couch, you looked at him with a curious expression, "Oh I'm Jisung by the way. Minho's amazingly talented best friend." You heard Hyunjin mutter something along the lines of 'he forgot to add annoying'. "Um I have a lot questions that Minho didn't properly answer. May I ask them,if you don't mind?" You directed this question at Felix, who looked ecstatic at the thought of answering questions, as Hyunjin pulled up two chairs. "Yeah of course Noona! My brother is really vague so please forgive him for that." You smiled at Felix's words about Minho. "Ok first of all where are we right now?" "We're in the outskirts of Jeju Island. This is Minho's hyung's mansion. Well technically our mansion, but my parents are the ones who own it. It's really old and no one cares about it. So we carry out our, er, operations here." Seeing Felix say all that was like seeing a chick with a knife. "So do all of you have like different jobs here? Like in the books and movies?" Hyunjin chuckled at that. "Minho hyung told us you liked suspense literature. Well to answer your question, yes we do have different jobs here. Chan hyung is kind of like our leader. He basically gives all the contacts and manages our profile and connections. You know all the administration shit. Changbin hyung and this idiot over here-" He gestured towards Jisung who gasped dramatically, "-they are our muscle and also so the money work. Lix over here does all the hacking work since his parents trained him and also since he's obsessed with gaming." Felix turned red at that, "Seungmin and Jeongin are our snipers. They are really young but I mean none of us really had an actual childhood. I run the interrogation work. And Minho hyung basically does everything. He doesn't really have a designated position." The way Hyunjin said all of that in the most casual tone weirded you out. He talked as if he was talking about morning coffee, as if it completely normal and nothing suspicious. You smiled awkwardly at Hyunjin who simply stared out the window at the sunlight. "Are all of you so gorgeous over here?" You blurted out, to which Jisung choked on his own saliva, Felix blushed pink and Hyunjin blinked multiple times. "I mean unless you count Jisung out, then yeah all of us are really pretty." You laughed at Hyunjin's statement to which Jisung looked like a furious squirrel.

"Yah Yongbok, Hyunjin are you coming down?" You heard Minho shout from below. "Oh gotta go. Anyways it was nice talking to you noona! I think Minho hyung called the doctor to come in the evening, so you should probably rest up until then. Oh and-" Felix paused for a moment and pulled out a sketchpad from nowhere. "Don't tell Minho I have you this. He told me you like to draw so I sneaked this in here." With that, all of them left you in the room, with a sketchpad, your phone and September's tunes.

You wiled away the hours by drawing the room around you. You tried to draw Hyunjin, Felix, Jisung and Chan too. The house was quiet apart from the voices of whom you assumed was Jeongin and Seungmin talking very loudly. But something was distracting you. That bracelet. The bracelet lying on the bedside drawer. You knew that bracelet very well. It was the bracelet which Doowon had made for you when you were eight or so. And you hadn't ever seen it ever since that night. So what was it doing here? Minho had told you that his cousin and his family don't talk at all, so how was this bracelet here? Was Minho lying? No he wouldn't do that. Yes mortal enemy things but you didn't think this man would be crazy enough to kill. You picked up the bracelet and twirled it in your hands. It was pretty, with gold lining the thing.

You noticed something on one of the biggest pink beads of the bracelet. The bead was... Open? It had a line tracing it as if it was a Pokemon ball, ready to split at any moment to reveal your Pokemon. Curious, you dig your nails into it to open it up. After a few minutes of difficulty (and you almost giving up), you managed to open the ball up. Inside was a tiny piece of folded paper. It was so tiny indeed, that you wondered how someone had managed to fold it. You dug the paper out and unfolded its many layers of folds. This definetly wasn't there when your brother had so lovingly made it for you. The paper was faded, but still looked relatively new. There were some words on it typed out in red, black and blue. The words:.

Yoon Doowon

Birth: September 21, 2005 (Age: Unknown)

Job: Hitman, Ally, Possible heir

Status: Alive

3: Take the weight off his shoulders

'Do you remember 22st night of September? Love was chasing the minds of pretenders all while dancing the night away."

"God boss can you turn that off? It's been playing for an hour now." A stout man, dressed in tight black clothes, which fitted his muscles was sitting spread eagle on a nice blue cushion chair. Sitting in front of him on a much more bigger chair, was a man dressed elaborately in a white mink stole, a pristine white suit, with rings of all colours adorning his fingers, and a big black brooch on a golden chain stuck to his suit. "I won't turn it off until the chorus Brian. You know I love this song don't you? And you shall listen to it until your ears bleed out." Brian groaned and leaned back in his chair. "When is Mr Wang coming?" The man asked Brian. "It's possible he'll be arriving in a few minutes sir. But don't worry. I have intel that he got the job done well and good." "And the little rat? What about her?" Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well she might have gotten away. Lee's gang was there." The man threw his long hair back and threw off the stole, a frown and a red scar decorating his handsome face.

They were in a large room, an office, but it looked more like a King's throne room, where there were chairs for the ministers and wine glasses all decked with pink fluid. There was no door, but a few handing blue beads, which tinkled every now and then. "How could she have gotten away? Who did you send to kill them?" "I sent our best assassin sir." The man scoffed. "Well, clearly he wasn't the best. Does he have family?" Brian nodded in response to the question. "Good. Kill them." "Of course sir."

The blue beads tinkled as a heavily scarred man came into the room along with two bodyguards. "Mr Wang." The white draped man bowed deeply to Jackson who bowed back, only a bit. "Well well well Doowon. You did good. Your parents are dead. This deserves a toast. Shall we?" Doowon smirked at the man and got a green bottle from underneath the table. "Only the finest whiskey for you Mr Wang." Jackson chuckled coldly, taking a glass from the table and extending it forward to Doowon. "But-" Doowon said as he slowly uncorked the bottle. "I do not wish for your bodyguards to be here. You know how the Lee Family works? Even the most trusted allies can turn into back stabbers when their money is involved. " If Jackson Wang was startled, he didn't show it on his face. Instead he motioned for his guards to leave the room, who followed suit, although with a little uncertainty. Brian also left the room, leaving the two scarred men alone.

"Well then a toast. To me and you. Buisness partners." Doowon raised his glass in unison with Jackson, who drank up the whiskey quickly. "Mr Wang I have something to tell you." Jackson looked up at the younger man and waved his hand as if to say 'go on'. "First of all I just want to thank you for taking me in that night, when everyone thought I was dead. You were so ever so good with your observations to notice that I was only playing dead. And then you trained me and everything so thank you for that. And for telling me the truth about everything." Jackson simply nodded. He felt a sharp jab in his stomach and his head started to stir. Doowon was going out of focus now and in what seemed like a split second, Jackson Wang rolled off of the chair, onto the floor. Dead. "But I wanted to tell you sir." Doowon spoke to the limp body on the floor. "That I would like to take over by myself now. You're getting too old and I don't want you to interfere in my personal matters."

"How do you feel now Y/N? Better?" A pretty older woman was checking up on you. She wore a doctor's coat with the nametag 'Dr Kim' on it. She was Seungmin's aunt, the surgeon who had saved your life. "Well the pain has subsided a bit Dr.Kim. I still feel a bit dizzy every time I move, but I think I'm good now." Dr Kim warmly smiled at you as she checked your heartbeat. "Well in any case, I think you'll be fine by tomorrow. You can even walk around tomorrow if you like. But for now, just get some more sleep. I'll tell Minho and the boys not to disturb you alright?" Dr Kim gently squeezed your hand and packed up her equipment. She spoke to you as if you were her own child, with such delicate words and a comforting voice, something that your mother never gave you. "Um Dr Kim? Could you ask Minho to come up here please? If you don't mind?" "Of course honey! I'll ask him. Take care now." She gently kissed your forehead and went out the door.

"You wanted to see me?" Minho was dressed in a blue shirt, slightly open at the top and white pants. He looked so.... refined. And hot, exactly like a K drama CEO. God damn he looked delicious. Don't lick your lips. Do not lick your fucking lips Y/N. "Yeah I have some questions." Minho groaned as he shut the door and came forward to sit on the bed. "What now?" "Where did you get this bracelet?" You held up the bracelet to Minho, who looked at you, perplexed. "That's my bracelet, for your information. My mother gifted it to me. It's been in my family for centuries." Wait what now? "Minho stop fucking lying would you? My brother gave me this as a surprise gift when I was ten. And it went missing ever since the day he fucking died! So could you please tell me where the fuck you got this? Or I'm getting out of this bed and asking Chan." "Woah there princess." Minho looked at you, worried at your outburst. "Alright don't get out of bed please. I don't want you bleeding out and dying. But I'm telling the truth. This is the bracelet my mother gave me when I was twelve. It's been passed on from generation to generation in the Lee Family. It's a special bracelet, because it has these tiny chits inside the beads, telling the person who opens it who the next leader of, well, underground South Korea is going to be."

Too much information again. Number one, you could not stop staring at Minho's pretty pink lips. Number two, why did the chit inside the bead have your brother's name? And why did it say that he was alive?" "Wh-who puts the chits inside of this?" You asked Minho, carefully hiding the chit inside of your hand. "Well my uncle Wang dies. Jackson's dad. His great great great grandpa was the one who made this bracelet. So he has the right to choose the heir." "Minho I think you need to see this." You handed Minho the faded chit. He looked at it for a solid fifteen seconds before looking at you, blinking rapidly, just like how he does whenever someone surprises him. "Y/N oh fuck. Shit come on get up. Quick. I'll help you." "Wait Minho what? What happened?" You asked Minho as he gently wrapped his arms around your waist, supporting you as you slowly got out the bed, and onto your legs. "Y/N we need to get to a safer place. If- if what this chit says is true, you're in more danger than I thought." "Wait Minho stop. Would you stop for a moment? Minho- Lee Minho!" You shouted his name, which made him stop in his tracks, arms still supporting your waist, even though you could still walk fine. "Would you please explain to me what's going on?" "Come down to the hall." Minho sighed and told you. "The boys, except Chan hyung, don't know either. So I can tell them and you at the same time. It'll be easier won't it?"

You nodded, not saying anything. Your mouth was dry and words were not escaping it. Gosh September was meant to be good. Why was it so full of surprises?

"Yah Minho Hyung! Auntie told noona can't get up until tomorrow." Seungmin said to Minho as both of you cam doen the stairs. All of the boys were pin the living room, immersed in their own work. Seungmin and Jeongin were playing chess and Chan was on his laptop as usual. "Chan hyung. I think I've figured out who the Mink Thief is." Chan's head snapped from his laptop to Minho so fast, that you swore you heard a cracking sound. The other boys' attention was also now on Minho. "Are you joking or are you actually telling the truth right now?" Minho smiled at Chan's words and set you down on the couch next to Changbin gently. "No I am not joking. Look at this." He handed Chan the bracelet and the chit, which Chan twirled in his gorgeous fingers, all the while looking at it as if it was some alien substance. "Oh fucking hell. Not him?" Minho nodded at Chan's exasperated words as Chan slumped in his chair, setting his laptop down on the table. "Can anyone explain what's going on please? Minho hyung?" Felix asked. "Alright bitches-" "language Minho" "Hyung stop being so old. Alright bitches listen up. So first of all let me introduce you to a man named Yoon Doowon, also known to us as The Mink Thief, who has been sending our families threats for a long time, also know to Y/N as her dead brother." "Yah! Rude!" "Anyways, one thing that Chan hyung found out a few days ago is that The Mink Thief has been in contact with my cousin, Jackson, ever since the day of Y/N's brother's murder. Also Y/N," he paused at looked into your eyes. "Whatever I'm about to say next will probably shock you so please don't faint out of surprise." You looked at Minho with the best offended eyes you could.

Minho then continued in a much more serious voice, "Yoon Danbi, Y/N's mom has been a spy for my family ever since I was born. Her and her husband had been placed here in Jeju Island along with their only daughter Yoon Jinhee, for an important mission. But soon, people grew suspicious of how both of them would act all the time, leaving their daughter alone for such long periods of time, coming home late at deadly hours and blah blah blah. So, in order to make their family seem much more 'normal', they took in two children. Choi Doowon and Jeon Y/N." "Minho what the fuck are you saying right now." Why were there so many surprises? Was your entire life a lie? Were you adopted for some stupid mission or something? What kind of Marvel shit was this? "Yeah this is why I said, don't faint out of shock." Minho slightly chuckled as Chan looked at repramandingly. "Look yes it's true your parents aren't your real parents. But the thing is your didn't even have parents. You came straight from the orphanage. So when my family took one look at you, someone with no background information which can be traced, they thought you were perfect for this mission. I mean, think of it Y/N, haven't you ever saw your parents hiding any documents from you or getting afraid when you asked for your birth certificate whenever you needed to register for your basketball games?" Yes, when you thought about it, they did do that.

"Hyung don't you think you should have had this conversation somewhere more private?" Felix looked from your distraught face to Minho's. "We probably should have but I have shit to tell all of you too." Minho said to his younger brother. "When Doowon supposedly died that night, Jackson Wang got a new partner in crime. Doowon was probably still alive. I know that no one can survive a fall like that, but I seriously don't know how he survived. So what I'm assuming from this tiny chit here, is that Jackson probably told Doowon the truth about his true parentage and all, and then like a basic villain, Doowon wanted revenge and now Y/N's life is basically a fantasy novel." "Ain't that right?" You scoffed. "My entire fucking life is a lie. I mean is my name even Y/N? Are we just living in a hallucination? What if all humanity is meant to do is just live our boring lives until a giant space turtle comes along and kills us all?" "That would be a cool way to die." Jisung said, not even a bit surprised by your rambling. "Jisung." Chan looked at Jisung with a glare. "Alright listen up everybody. Now that the sad backstory is out the way, we need to get down to buisness. First of all we need to get Y/N somewhere safe. Well safer. So Y/N, would you be willing to go along with Jisung, Jeongin and Seungmin?" You nodded at Chan, who looked very relieved. "Great. Felix, Hyunjin, would both of you search out if Vernon's mansion is still protected and everything? " Felix and Hyunjin replied 'yes' to Chan and quickly went out the room. "Um noona we should get going. Can you walk by yourself?" Seungmin stood up and extended a hand to you, which you gratefully took and got up. "Yeah I can walk don't worry. Um where are we going?" Seungmin smiled at you, revealing his braces. "Don't worry about that. Just follow me to the car."

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting in the back of a Bentley with Jisung, with Seungmin driving and Jeongin stared out the window, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. "You're lucky Minho hyung gave us his car noona." Jisung commented. "He never even lets us touch it. But then again, we're with you, so I guess that makes up for it." You looked at Jisung's wavy hair and thought to yourself that how can a sweet boy like him, be Minho's best friend. "Jisung, when you said Minho doesn't stop talking about me to you guys, what exactly does he talk about?" "Oh noona I could write an entire seven book Series about that " Seungmin responded instead of Jisung. "He doesn't ever stop talking about what your favourite song is, or what you wore today or how your hair falls in such a perfect way. And when we tell him to just tell you that he is pathetically in love with you, he sulks and says that he would rather kill himself." Well that was certainly surprising. "Oh we're here." Jeongin said, as the car pulled up to a massive iron gate, which had the letters C, H and V on it. What it was guarding was a massive black mansion, which looked very much like a vampire's lair, covered in vines of ivy with a statue of bat hanging out in the big yard. "Chwe Hansol. Also known as Vernon. This is his mansion. He's a good friend of Chan Hyung's and he lets us use the mansion whenever we want. It's the safest place in Jeju Island so we'll be good here noona." Jisung told you, as you stepped out of the car. The mansion looked so ethereal and as you walked into the yard through the gate, you wondered if this was the mansion which was described in the story of the vampire Carmilla. You lived and breathed for that story and you were excited at the thought of hiding in a place which looked exactly like Carmilla's mansion, where she took the blood of her lover, weeping over her body, and complaining about her death.

The boys pushed open the big dual doors of the mansion with difficulty, but not before Jisung had entered a pass code on the tiny keyboard thing which was on the right side of the door. This was indeed Carmilla's mansion, you thought as you entered the big living room, which was decked from head to toe in gold and silver. There was a magnificent chandelier hanging from the ceiling, along with busts of some vague looking people.

"Gosh this is so pretty." You said to Seungmin, who smiled and said "Wait till you see the ball room." You were about say 'theres a ball room here?' when suddenly the lights went out. "Ah fucking hell. Guys stay here with noona. I'll go and see what's wrong." You heard Jisung's voice. "I don't think you need to do that, my dear Mr.Han." you heard a cold voice, which didn't belong to any of the boys. "Who's ther-" Before Seungmin could finish his sentence, you felt a hit to your head, and you blacked out, before hearing Jisung shout, "Noona!"

"Y/Nnie. Wake up." Doowon said in a sing song voice. The boys were tightly tied up to the chairs, with cello tape around their mouths. You were also tied up to the big blue cushion chair, with Doowon, standing in front of you, wearing a red coat and that mink fur stole. He had three bodyguards with him, all buffer than Changbin, all carrying guns and all looking scary as fuck. "Y/N wake up you stupid bitch." Doowon slapped your face painfully, which made you slightly stir. "Hey don't do that she's injured!" Jisung shouted out, having managed to chew through his cello tape. Doowon looked at Jisung with a sarcastic smile and said nothing, while one of the bodyguards punched Jisung. "Doowon?" You had woken up and the surroundings were appearing more clearly now. Your stomach hurt so much and your brain was still fuzzy, except for your dead brother standing in front of you, smirking. "Oh hey Y/Nnie. You miss me?" He asked you in a cold voice you didn't recognise. Never September. This was not September's child standing in front of you. This wasn't September's child, who used to chase butterflies and gift you cute little stones, standing in front of you. "Doowon you're alive." You managed to cough out some words, along with a bit of blood. "Ahh yes I am. I assume your stupid boyfriend already told you what happened to me. So I'm going to skip over the part where I explain shit to you." He let out a cold laugh which made you flinch. "Doowon this isn't you. What are you doing?" You asked him, tears welling up in your eyes. "This isn't me? No Y/N this is me. I've been lied to my entire life and Jackson Wang told me the truth. He taught me the way to survive in our world. He's dead now by the way. Just like our 'parents'." "Doowon please. Stop this lunacy! Atleast let the boys go they haven't done anything wrong!" Doowon leaned down to your level and lifted your chin with his finger. You shivered at his cold touch. "Aww Y/N. Always so fucking innocent. Baby the boys are leverage. Soon the rest of the boys will be here and then after some introductions, I can finally rule all of South Korea." Your tears had escaped now as you looked over at the boys, who were knocked unconscious by the bodyguards. You felt like the most lowest human being on earth, when you looked at Jeongin's bleeding lip, wondering what Chan's reaction would be when he arrived here. "Brian! Go check if the doors are open please. I want them all to waltz in here and call for these pathetic boys. And then we'll hit them where they don't even know it hurts. Maybe we'll start with this one." He moved over to Jeongin. The man named Brian laughed and winked at Doowon. "I'll get the door sir." He moved out the room swiftly.

Fifteen minutes had passed. Fifteen silent minutes. This was silence which you did not enjoy. Silence was sweet in September, when only the Magpies chirped. But now, as you watched Jeongin and Seungmin slightly stir, silence became bitter. "Is Brian not coming? You!" Doowon shouted at one of the guards. "Go out and see where he is! Does it take this much time for the rascal to come back?" The guard obeyed and made to get up from his seat on a rickety wooden chair. BANG! A bullet shot went through the guards head, and as he slumped to the ground, with a pool of blood around his head, Doowon screamed and grabbed Jisung by his chin. "You! What have you done!" Jisung merely smirked at him as Doowon lay frozen there, staring at the body. "Oh for fucks sake what are both of you doing?" Doowon spat at the two remaining guards. "Go upstairs and check if the rats have entered the house already!" The guards nodded their heads fervently and went off in opposite directions, only to be met with two gunshots. The door burst open, as Minho and the remaining boys barged in.

"Doowon." Minho said coldly to Doowon, who merely smirked, trying to hide the fact that he had peed his pants a bit. "Well you found me didn't you? Good job Minho. You know Mr Wang told me how your family works. So I'm honoured that I'm actually getting to experience a member of the great Lee family trying to kill me." You were disgusted by his words. Where did your sweet Doowon go? Where did the boy whom you had cried for day and night go? "Let the boys and Y/N go. Now Doowon. And we won't have any consequences." Chan said to Doowon. He looked furious. You hadn't ever seen Chan like this. "Oh you can take the boys first and then I'll give you Y/N." Hearing that, Changbin and Hyunjin hurried forward, untied the boys, who were concious by now and supported them on their arms, as they carried them back to safety.

"Now Y/N's turn. Give her back to me Doowon and maybe you won't end up choking on your own blood tonight." Minho's voice made your heart go warm. He had nothing but cold fury in his voice. If you thought you had seen his anger on that one particular basketball match in Busan, you were mistaken.

"Now why would I do that? Sweet little Y/N is all ok tied up to his chair aren't you Y/Nnie?" He pulled your hair and kicked you hard in your stomach, which made you cough out blood. Yep, the stitches in your stomach had probably opened up. Fuck no, not now. Don't die in September. Let me wait for October. October seemed more comforting now. The Magpies had their babies in October. Im October, you could get boba on discount. In October, you could hand out with your friends whenever you want. In October, Minho would turn a year older. Wait how did you know that? Why was this room so fuzzy? Hey Minho's face. His beautiful face. It was going out of focus now. Good way to die isn't it. You hoped death came to you, wrapped in white silk and picked you up in her arms like a baby and put you in a cradle. A cradle painted orange and yellow. A cradle with Magpies on it. A cradle which loved all the months equally. But especially October. Especially October.

"Doowon, stop that! Stop fucking hurting her!" Minho screamed at Doowon. You were blacked out now and as Minho looked at your gently sleeping figure, his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. "And what if I don't? What will you do oh great Lee Minho? I have her in my arms and I can do anything I wa-" That was the last thing Minho heard before all he saw was Doowon's dumb face, struck with shock, bullet hole in his big head, blood staining his already red suit and his stupid mentality finally gone from this world. "Good job Minho. Now come on let's get Y/N. Guys get Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin to the car. We'll get Y/N." Chan told the others, while Minho had already strode over to you. He hurriedly untied the ropes around your arms and legs and got you to his arms, fingers looking for your wrists, to check your pulse. Tears were coming out now. Tears he never knew would come for you. He loved you. So much. So much it was honestly pathetic. The way you scowled everytime you saw him, the way your eyes lit up whenever you got a high test score, the way you cherished December for your birthday, the way you existed. He loved everything about you. And he can't lose you. Not now. Not ever.

"Feeling good kitten?" You had woken up in Minho's house again, with Dr Kim checking your heartbeat and adjusting your blood pump. "Minho." You managed to breath out weakly, making Minho's heart drop again. He was quick to stand up and cup your face in his arms gently as tears poured out of your eyes. "Hey hey hey don't cry." He said so gently, in a tone which he never used with you. "No Y/N. Shh. I've got you. You're safe. You're safe." He hugged you gently, supporting your head with his hands as you silently sobbed into his shirt. Once you pulled away, you noticed that his shirt was wet from all the crying and that his eye bags were more prominent. "Im sorry. I'm so sorry Minho. I-I really didn't know about..... about him and I caused you all this trouble. I am so sorry." "Hey hey princess. Y/N listen to me." You looked into his eyes, which were twinkling into yours. "None of it is your fault. You hear me? None of it. If anything, I should have told you all that I know earlier but I couldn't. Because- because I- I love you Y/N." That was it. That's all it took. That's all it took, for your eyes to widen, your hands to reach up to his jaw and for your lips to meet his, in a slow dance accompanied by the melodies of the Magpies outside, celebrating that you two had finally realised your love for each other. You pulled away after what felt like a very short time, but you were running out of breath. Minho and you stared at each other for a while and then burst into giggles. "That felt nice princess. You sure you haven't kissed anyone before?" You slapped his chest playfully as you said "Yah! Don't make me think back about being your girlfriend Lee Minho." Minho's eyes lit up and he stuttered out "Girlfriend? Yep I'm in a dream someone pinch me." You rolled your eyes as you pinched him and he let out a tiny scream. "Oh stop so dramatic. How long was I out by the way? And are the boys alright?" "You were out for two days now kitten. And the boys are good. Jisung is saying he finally got his 'Wattpad best friend gets kidnapped moment' and I think Chan told Dr Kim to double his dosage of sleeping pills so now he's crashed out. And snoring loudly."

"Noona you're awake!" Felix had come into the room, well more like bounced into the room along with the rest of the boys, Seungmin sporting a cast, and Jeongin having a pink band-aid on his lip. Felix hugged you tightly while Chan hugged Minho. "Lix let her go. She needs to breath." Chan said to Felix, who had been hugging you for a long time now. "Seungmin, Jeongin are you guys ok now? I am literally so sorry." Jeongin smiled at you sweetly, his fox like eyes forming crescents and said, "We're good noona. Technically we should be asking you that question. And it's fine please don't apologise." He bowed a bit to you and as you tried to bow back, whilst sitting, Hyunjin said, to Minho "So hyung. Have you finally got your ass together and asked noona out?" Minho glared at Hyunjin as everyone else in the room laughed. "You will be getting your mouth stuffed tonight Hyunjin. And yes I have asked her out. And now she's my girlfriend." "Yah who said I was your girlfriend?" You jokingly said. "Ok I'm gonna ask Jisung out then." Minho said standing up.

Four years later

You had been living with Minho for four years now, as his live-in Girlfriend. He had introduced you to his parents, who had been nothing less that kind to you. They had first apologized profusely for the whole Doowon incident, to which you told them that you really didn't care. You had Minho with you and all of your past had slowly faded away.

And every year as October and September came, you learnt to cherish ,not the month, but the memories you made every day. You learnt to forever keep memories of you, your boyfriend, your friends and everyone around you. You learnt how to let go of grief easily.

And when Minho proposed to you, on the twenty first night of December, you learnt, you just needed someone a bit older, and a bit colder, to teach you what it meant to love a person like you'd love a month.

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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Double Trouble

Dad Series

Toji Fushiguro

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Koemi is the only young girl in a house filled with boys. When she realized she couldn’t beg anymore for a baby sister, she decided to do the next best thing. Take her brothers and her father, and play with them.

“Mi, when can I open my eyes?” Megumi asks after his sister gave him strict orders to not open his eyes after she finished his eye-makeup. Toji looks at his eldest son, holding back a laugh. He’ll say that pink and green eyeshadow definitely suits Megumi.

“Not yet.” Koemi says, while she focuses on painting her father’s nails. Kisho is her salon-helper, meaning that he’s brushing his brother’s hair. Megumi doesn’t say anything else, knowing that his sister knows best– If he didn’t follow her orders she’d throw a tantrum.

“Fuck–” Megumi whines when Kisho slaps the back of his hair a little too hard with the brush. Kisho doesn’t know how to properly brush Megumi’s hair– Or anyone else’s for that matter.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Megumi. If the twins pick up that kind of language, your mother will blame me for it.” Ironic.

“Because it’s your fault!” Megumi responds. Toji doesn’t say anything else, instead he rolls his eyes. He looks down at the mess his daughter is making while she paints his nails. The nail polish is getting everywhere. But his little girl is so focused, he won’t say anything. It’s cheap kids’ polish anyway, it’s easy to remove.

“I gotta say, Megumi, that eyeshadow looks great on you.” Toji’s mocking voice pisses off Megumi. Kisho stops brushing his brother’s hair, and puts the hairbrush down. His eyes then land on a pair of small scissors that should’ve been put away after the twins finished with their arts and crafts.

“You can open them now, Gumi.” Koemi tells Megumi, who finally gets to see the smirk on his father’s face. He glares at Toji before he notices that Kisho has grabbed the small scissors, and he’s walking over to Toji. Yet, Toji hasn’t noticed.

“Are you almost done, Mi?” Toji asks, feeling as if Koemi has been working on his hands for at least an hour.

“No.” She answers, making Toji sigh in response.

“Oh, Kisho grabbed the scissors-” Megumi finally says when he knows that Kisho is on his tippy-toes, so close to cutting a bit of Toji’s hair, and it’ll be too late for Toji to stop anything.

Toji hears the snipping sound of the scissors louder than anything he’s ever heard before, and his eyes widen. Megumi burst into laughter, while Koemi is ever-so-focused on still painting her father’s nails.

#[dad series]#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #dilf toji #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro x you #daddy toji #toji imagine #dad toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji x reader

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sunflowersteves · 2 years

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request ; i absolutely loved eddie fucking reader with the guitar!! if you're up for it do you think you could write eddie cumming in the reader then fingering the reader with his rings on but like leaving them in her for later?? like she's not only gotta walk around with his sticky cum but his heavy rings too T-T

author's note ; soooo tags weren't working and i had to repost again!! thank you so much, love!! <3 hope you enjoy <3

warnings ; smut, foreign objects, hand kink, praise kink, dom x sub, a little degradation, creampie, 18+ only

Eddie had you on top of him, arms wrapped around your torso as his back laid against the headboard of the bed. Your back sat against his chest as you pleaded into the air.

His fingers filled your cunt to the brim—the wet squelching blares into your ears. "S-Shit, look at that pretty pussy. All mine, yeah, baby?”

You nod against his shoulder, but you’re long gone. Eddie had been fucking into you for hours—his cum filling you up again and again.

“God, you’re—you’re so desperate aren’t you, pretty? Look at you, yeah, filled up with my cum as I’m fuckin’ ya. S-shit—” You’re not even sure how you could even exist at this point.

Your limbs are limp, your pussy is puffy and throbbing from the abuse, and your head is fuzzy. “Can’t believe you like my fuckin’ hands so much, pretty baby, f-fuck.” And Eddie kept going, scissoring his fingers at a fast pace.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, my sweet baby, you’re takin’ my fingers so well.” You can feel the rings inside of you—a metal sting that has your hips jerking in his lap. You could feel the outlining of a skull, the other being a bull with horns. They stung—a kind of feeling that burst through your stomach with each pump of his fingers.

He hears you squeak and whimper at the feeling of his metal rings inside you, it felt so good. His eyes were locked on the sight of you, of the disappearance of his fingers and rings into you. “You gonna cum, pretty baby?” He whispers near your ear, “I want you to cum all over me, baby, i-i want to feel my cum with yours. i-i—”

Before he could even finish his thoughts, you’re squirting all over his fingers. You’re gripping his forearm that’s been assisting in the attack, absolutely clawing as your pussy clenches around his ring-clad fingers. “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Look at you, so good for me. my good slut—my baby.” He purred into your ear.

You go to remove his fingers but he’s waving his other hand at you in dismissal. He pulls his fingers out ever so slowly, ensuring that his two rings stayed in your tight hole. “I want them in there, m’kay? Wanna fish them out after hellfire.”

He’s smirking, accompanied with a shit-eating grin. You nod, wanting to be his good pretty baby and do as you’re told. He reaches down to your ankles, sneaking a glance at the cum about to run down your legs.

He grabs your panties and pushes them up to your hips—their rightful place on your soft mound. He leans forward, giving your clothed clit a little kiss. He groans at the smell of his own cum and his rings—a mixture he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget.

He watches you stand, wobbling about as you try and get used to the new sensation. He almost wants to laugh. “Havin’ trouble, sweetheart?”

“No, Eds, it just feels a bit different.” And it feels good. It feels so enchanting to have his rings inside of you—something so important to him that he wore every day, polished every once in a while. And it was inside you.

He’s standing up now, gravitating towards you because he can never be too far. “Good. Wanna have you screamin’ later for me to never take them out.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #smut #eddie x you #eddie x reader

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strawberrytalia · 5 months

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“Lark?” Izzy repeated, brows furrowed as she paused spinning in the desk chair. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I don’t know, it’s just an idea,” Duke replied, feeling his ears burn slightly. He wiped the rag over his helmet a tad bit more aggressively than before, frowning at the streaks forming on his visor.

“You know, the whole bats and birds theme they have…it kinda makes sense.”

She quirked one pierced eyebrow. “I guess, but you gotta have meaning beyond just ‘it fits the theme.’”

Duke rolled his eyes at her unflattering imitation of his voice before dropping the rag and lifting the helmet high, in an unnecessarily Hamlet-esque manner. “Whatever, it works for the time being. Besides he picked it out.”

He turned towards Riko, who’d been sprawled out across the floor scribbling furiously in her notebook. “What do you think about all this?”

She perked her head, squinting at him. A smudge of red marker was smeared on her cheek, and all over her fingers. “If your name is Lark, then why don’t you have any bird connection to your outfit at all?”

Duke’s jaw dropped. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m serious.”

“The yellow and black, helloooooo? That’s what a lark looks like.”

Riko shrugged, a mess of dark multi-colored bangs shadowing her eyes. “That’s just my opinion.”

Duke scowled and brought his helmet back down, cradling it against his chest. “Don’t listen to them.”

Izzy stared incredulously. “Are you talking to your helmet?”

“Yes. Leave me alone.”

Riko chewed thoughtfully on her pencil eraser before speaking. “Your helmet looks like a cat.”

Duke whipped his head at her. “What?”

“Yeah, it looks like a little kitty, not a bird,” she continued, deciding to just continue on rather than take back her statement.

Izzy burst into laughter, swinging her feet onto his desk. “I see it!”

He narrowed his eyes briefly at the sight of her sneakers on his workspace, but turned back to Riko. “It’s supposed to look like a bat.”

She thrusted her marker in his direction with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Meow-Man! That shall be your new codename!”

“Hell no.”

“Yes!”

“Since Catman is already taken,” Izzy chimed in, blinking innocently when Duke rolled his eyes.

“You guys are so unserious. I don’t even know why I invited you over.”

Riko didn’t let it go. “Why would you have a bat helmet anyways if you’re a lark? Like there’s no connection.”

“The connection is that Batman hired me-” He stopped and sighed. “You both are so annoying, you know that?”

A huge shit-eating grin adorned Izzy’s face. “But you love us anyways.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong.

Riko tossed another rag, aiming for Duke’s head even though he caught it easily. “Well, finish polishing your outfit, Meow-Man. Aren’t you scheduled to leave in a half hour?”

Duke groaned, glaring at the ears on his helmet that, for the first time in his mind, really did look like they belonged on a cat.

He was definitely going to have a chat with Bruce later on patrol.

#duke thomas #izzy ortiz #isabella ortiz #riko sheridan #the signal #fic #cannot remember what their poly ship name is #someone pls remind me lmfao

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sincerelylea · 12 days

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2:17 am. angel dust. when you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me?

bff angel series.

mdni i block.

you hadn’t really been keeping up with what time it might be, it sort of felt like hours, sort of felt like minutes. you couldn’t really determine the way time felt, but it never really mattered here. here was timeless, and you’d forget about it too. until the next time you could do this.

it was always pink in his room. pink and purpley. and music was always going - soft music. the kind he really only liked to listen to with his closest of friends- “sad girl pop!” you smiled to him, eyes softly wrinkled as you looked up. “sad girl pop? what the fuck are you talkin’ about?” he crosses his second set of arms, the ones closest to his waist, and the other are set firmly at his hips. “this genre… it’s kinda… sad? nostalgic? but it has a sweet beat. it just… reminds me of being a girl.” you shrug. to you it was easy. his brow softly furrows, but he has nothing else to say. you were just you. he wouldn’t understand it but he’d always like you.

“-wipe them just for me.” you sing softly, back pressed to his plushy mattress and blankets. gently your eyes close. the scent of nail polish has been in the air for about 15 minutes as he coats his nails for the second time. when you roll to your side, eyes opening and focusing on his hunched frame, his gaze focused keenly on his task at hand, you smile gingerly. “need some help? you have a lot of ground to cover.” you motion with your head to his second set of hands, his thumb swipes into his cuticle where he’s overpainted.

he doesn’t lift his gaze, and takes a second to respond. “i can do them on my own just fine, babes! don’t you worry.” he says matter of factly, always so determined - brow furrowed and corners of his mouth set with pride.

you chuckle, pushing your weight up to scoot closer to him. “silly, let me help you.” you grab the red shade from his bag of polishes, shaking and tapping it against your palms to ensure it’s thoroughly mixed before starting. he rolls his eyes and smacks his lips quietly before dramatically shoving his hand to you, wrists bent and fingers splayed. you guide his palm to rest on your knee before unscrewing the cap and hunching over to focus deeply on your work.

“val wanted red right?” you ask once more, head snapping up to meet his gaze before truly starting. angel nods, gently dabbing his cuticle with his opposite ring finger to ensure his linework was nice, “yeah, he wanted black and red. has a thing for that whole dominatrix thing right now?” he rolls his eyes and shrugs, defeated. “isn’t this your like…” you swipe your first streak of blood red only his thumb, a soft uncomfort already growing in your back from your position. “third dominatrix phase with him? or something?” the song changes and you softly hum to it’s intro.

“try more like twenty-third, sugar. it’s old but-” he sighs, lifting both hands out wide to admire his handy work, his nails a glossy rich black. “it is kinda fun!” his voice has a oscillating playfulness to it - swinging and dancing tone, as angel’s typical. “i gotta say, i get the appeal of being a sexy powerful woman.” he smirks, leaning back into his palms as his other stays diligently on your knee. you chuckle quietly, moving onto his middle finger.

“speaking of val, how’s it been with him lately?” you ponder, your fingers pushing a stray hair past your ear to keep it out of the polish painted daintily on your friend’s fingertips.

angel’s head lulls back, face to the ceiling as he sighs in thought. “you know how it typically is. he’s a pain in my fuckin’ ass. something new every day, he’s never pleased, and he won’t leave me the fuck alone when i’m here.” he softly blows on his nails, checking to make sure no errors have disrupted his pant job. “needy fuckin bastard.” he scowls, eyes rolling.

“let’s just kill him.” it was hard not to fight the smile daring to stretch across your face. when you finish with his hand he lifts his palm from your knee and sets the other on your other knee, lifting his eyes to look over the new wash of red. his eyes don’t change, his gaze doesn’t falter. he just looks over them like… they’re there.

“oh yeah, sure. let’s just waltz in and kill my boss. perfect. easy.” he grins, leaning back into his palms. you gently flick his wrist with your forefinger before continuing your task at hand.

it’s quiet now. just the soft sound of similar soft pop tunes playing from his stereo across the room, a few open cd cases open on the floor, the next cd resting on the top of his pink speaker. when the silence truly takes over, he’ll waltz over and pop it in. a few snacks lay open on his bed, you eye the gummy worms and make an executive decision to take a few when you’re done. a purple ashtray sits on the ledge of the cracked window. it’s a chilly night, his curtains sway a bit with every breeze. fat nuggets snuggled on one of your cardigans you pulled from your overnight bag, little hooves sprawled as he dozes.

for a moment, in your focus, you almost forget he’s there. the silence isn’t awkward - it feels really good. safe.

your lips part before you speak, thinking for a second about what you’re about to say but you decide to say it without thinking a moment more.

“you make me feel happy to be a girl.” you finish his pinky, raising your posture to stretch your back before turning to his first hand that has returned to your knee. “like… safe.” you explain further.

and of course, you’re full of these sappy sentimental phrases he never knows what to say back to. you’ve been this way your entire friendship. you always keep him on his toes, saying this type of shit. and you know he’ll never know what to say but you also know he understands.

“there you go saying that sentimental shit- you know i never know what to say back!” he points an accusatory finger at you, all worked up because he can’t think of anything to say back, he never does. and you’re the one person that can keep him on his toes. the last person that deserved to be here, and full of so much genuinity he doesn’t know what to do with it.

you chuckle, all wrinkly smiled and cute crescent eyes as you begin with his second coat on his first hand. sometimes you wondered if he felt the same way with you, safe. you assumed so, and for a second you think it silly to doubt your friendship like that. but you can’t help but wonder. you always tried to be a good friend, a safe space, for nights like these and drunken nights at bars and gossip-filled text messages and phonecalls spent crying in the shower while the phone rested on the sink. if it just meant to have someone there.

“you don’t have to say anything, silly. i just like to keep you on edge.” it’s followed by a short maniacal chuckle, you’re now on his middle finger again.

“well,” he sounds frustrated. like he’s trying to work out his own emotions in his head but can’t quite get them out to match how fast he wanted to speak and vomit them out. you deserved something genuine, but he couldn’t quite decide if that’s who he was anymore. “i’m glad you feel safe with me.” he finishes, kind of prissy and stunted. his first set of arms crossed over his chest.

you smile gently. of course he sees it.

when you’re finished with his nails, leaving him to be patient as they dry, the cd ends and he rises from the bed, adjusting his cropped tank top with newly painted nails. the new album is from the same artist, your head bops along to her soft voice. you steal the gummy worms.

when you both grow tired, and not many more words are being shared between you. you lay across from him in his bed and bring your knees closer up to you, face buried in your phone until you yawn. fat nuggets has settled on the pillows above your heads, softly breathing. music still played quietly from the speakers, you’d both wake up to the silence of the end of the album.

“what color would you paint them if you had the choice?” you asked softly, plugging in your phone and leaving it under your pillow.

he looks to you from the side, laying on his back. he rolls over, his phone plopped in his arms as he curls them under his head, eyes focused and brow pointed in thought.

“pink.” his tired voice rings. tired eyes getting droopy.

“i’d paint them pink.”

he felt safe. you weren’t sure why you doubted that before.

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↳ Index [Snippet #34 - Creampies & Fishnets]

"When you breed Jungkook in fishnets."

Pairing: Tattooist!Jungkook x Restaurant Owner!Reader

Genre: Porn haha, some domestic Fluff in the beginning

Warnings: bratty sub!Jungkook who turns good boy in the end, hard dom!Reader, sadism & masochism, degradation (she calls him slut, whore, bitch, cumhole), praise (she calls him good boy, her baby & puppy too), rough pegging, Jungkook is so vocal omfg, he loves talking back to get a lil punishment :), dirty talk, leather kink, tattoo & piercing kink, Jungkook wears make up and has his nails painted 🥴, he wears fishnets, primal play (she chases him & he has to escape), slight strength kink, huge squirting dildos, spanking, flogging, CBT, hair pulling, handjobs, rimjob, lube, anal fingering, use of glass anal toys, buttplugs, some nipple play, he has sensitive pierced nipples, orgasm torture, edging & forced orgasm, prostate milking, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), subby boy!tears, Jungkook is such a size king, breeding with so much fake cum, creampies, the fluffiest aftercare!!, they love each other so much :(

Wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: at this point I'm just incredibly bi for both of them. I also wanna state that I have zero tattoos, but this couple makes me wanna get some hahaha. I also want to state that this stems from my horniest desires, this is pure jerk off porn holy fuck. I have to take a walk now, have fun besties 🏃🏻‍♀️🧡

"Ah fuck, I messed up again. Stop moving so much", you grumble at him, reaching for the cotton swap.

"I'm not moving", Jungkook defends himself, watching as you soak the cotton with the nail polish remover to fix the mistake you made on his ring finger.

"Yeah, you are. Each time you sing, you move your hand", you murmur, working precisely to clean around the edges of his polished nail.

Deep black with a glossy finish. It compliments his tattoos spanning all the way from his fingers up to his shoulder blades.

"Oh? Now I'm not even allowed to sing?" Jungkook laughs.

"Not until I'm done."

He clicks his tongue, "mean."

"It's just one more nail babe, you'll manage."

You are sitting on the living room floor, having turned your coffee table into your makeshift nail art studio. The bluetooth speakers, which Jungkook installed throughout the house, are playing your favourite getting-ready-playlist, lifting your mood by a hundred.

Jimin and Yoongi asked the entire gang to come to a leather party in the neighboring town's most popular kink club and of course you and your husband agreed instantly. Leather was entirely your thing. Mix that with a chance to see your friends, an opportunity to dress up and an excuse to get out your prettiest gear and you two are at the front of the queue. Hoseok and Tashyung promised to pick you up on their way and told Seokjin that he can drive with them too. Jimin and Yoongi will pick up Namjoon later, who currently celebrates his well-deserved single life. The group chat has been busy the entire day and excitement for the party was grande.

"Jungkook!" you exclaim.

"What I do?" he gasps, widening his eyes in an innocent way (he knows that he isn’t innocent, but loves to act as if he was).

"Dancing isn’t better, you doofus", you complain, wiping off the huge plop of polish you left on his pinky finger.

"You gotta tell me that", he says, earning himself a roll of your eyes.

"I sometimes can’t believe you", you murmur, "there, all done."

Jungkook pulls his hands from the table, examining them with his fingers stretched out. You close the polish in the meantime.

"Wow", he says, voice slightly pitched in honest awe, "they look so beautiful", he lowers his hands, "thank you so much, my love. I love them so much."

He wanted to reach for you and kiss you, but you flinched back.

"Careful, you'll ruin them. You gotta let them dry."

He sacks his shoulders, pouting so incredibly sadly.

"But kissies", he murmurs.

You lean forward and smooch his lips.

"Better?"

"Ye", he says with the goofiest grin ever.

You pinch his chin and stand up.

"Imma make a pre party snack now. I'm too old to drink on an empty stomach. Want something too?"

"Yes, please."

You and Jungkook thankfully started early enough with your preparations to feel no ounce of stress right now. Quite frankly, your entire day was planned out with party preparations. A good workout in the morning to make your bodies really pop (Jungkook’s words not yours). Then after a shower and hair wash, Jungkook painted your nails a dark black and while you let it dry, made breakfast. If one was worrying. Bam was staying with your parents tonight. Jungkook and you drove him to them after your nails dried, staying for a glass of orange juice fresh from the oranges of their tree. Your parents have really been making an effort ever since you moved back home and while the start was a little rocky, you really love that spending time with them feels like it did when you were a child again. They loved Jungkook as if he was their own son and loved Bam as if he was their grandson, having agreed to watch your little puppy without hesitation. After coming home from your parents and some free time, which you spent cleaning the house because you both love coming home to a clean house after a night out, you painted Jungkook’s nails, now preparing both of you a quick late afternoon snack.

"I hope you like toast. I thought some carbs are the perfect base", you tell him, already munching on your buttered toast.

"I love it, thank you baby", Jungkook says, opening his mouth so you could feed it to him.

You clean up the kitchen and your impromptu nail salon after finishing your snacks. By the time you finished, Jungkook’s nails have already dried enough that he can safely handle things.

You find him in your bedroom, looking through the closet.

"What's your vision?" you ask him.

"I'm thinking slutty husband", he says, making you snort.

"You wanna identify as a husband?"

He looks over his shoulder, studying you from head to toe

"Yeah? Why?"

You shrug your shoulders, "just thought you'd go with something like slutty biker who gets his dick wet each night."

"Ooh I like the way you think, that does sound like me. What's your vision, babe?"

You join him by the closet, opening the drawer with your leather gear.

"I was thinking super hot leather babe with great tits."

Jungkook chuckles, "that does sound like you", he mumbles mindlessly, flicking through his leather pants collection in search of that one distinct pair. It sits the lowest it can get and emphasises his ass and crotch maddeningly well whilst showing off his happy trail. Jungkook pulls it out of the drawer, taking a pair of tightly knotted fishnets with them. Black of course.

He throws them both on the bed and then moves on to picking out the perfect shirt. There are three options for him. A leather chest harness which accentuates his muscles, a fishnet turtleneck and a body tight crop top without sleeves. He shows you all three options, posing in his briefs and white toe socks, which for some reason he pulled up all the way.

"Crop top, no doubt", you tell him, "that shirt with those pants? Honey, you’re gonna get fucked tonight", you say.

"Message received, crop top it is", he says, putting the other clothes away again, "now jewellery. Imma change my piercings too. Need the ones you can see through the shirt. And my ears too? I think yeah", he is talking to himself and so you stop listening to concentrate on your own outfit instead.

You decide to go with leather pants as well, combining them with a black mesh crop top that really shows off all the tattoos you have collected over the years with Jungkook. You really love showing them off, because most of them your husband did and you are so proud of all his work.

"Two more hours babe, Imma start doing my makeup", you let him know on your way to the bathroom.

Jungkook, who is in the middle of changing out his nipple piercings, looks up.

"Okay, thanks for telling me the time", he says, returning to his task.

He joins you in the bathroom ten minutes later.

"Piercings successfully changed?" you ask him.

"Yup. Watcha think?"

He exchanged his silver eyebrow piercing for a black steel one, matching his earrings as well. His lip ring he kept intact, but he exchanged his barbell nipple piercings for heavy rings so they would really show up under the shirt.

"You look so good. Shit, I forgot how sexy those rings look", you say, eyes lingering on his chest

"Yeah right?" he rubs his hands under them, "I'm not used to how heavy they are. My nips are gonna be hypersensitive, I'm telling you."

"Hot, can’t wait to play with them", you tease, ignoring the longing gaze he sends your way to instead finish applying your skin care.

"You're gonna give me a boner if you keep talking like that", he whines, cracking you up.

"Sorry boo, I’ll tone it down."

"No, no continue I like it", he assures you and opens his cabinet to finally begin prepping his face as well.

With thirty minutes to spare before Hoseok arrives, both of you finally finish your make-up looks. You went for smokey eyes and glossy lips. Jungkook went for a smudged eye look and red tainted lips. You both also went for sparkly highlighter, which you helped apply for each other.

It gives you just enough time to finish your looks until they were both perfect and you looked like two sexgods (Jungkook’s words not yours). You also somehow matched without actually initially planning to. But even if you hadn’t matched, people would have known you two belong together. There was just something in your energy and vibe that showed that you two were an inseparable team.

You insisted on snapping a few pictures in front of the mirror and Jungkook agreed passionately. So you spent the entire remaining ten minutes taking photos, dancing to your favourite songs and almost making out atop the bed.

You probably would have ended up making out, if Hoseok hadn’t rang your phone, informing you that they were there. You then grabbed your money and finally left for the night.

"You guys look so hot what the hell?" Hoseok greets you, looking like a leather god himself in his harness and tight pants.

"You look hot too, like damn" you tell him, "you too Tae, you look like a slut."

"Well thank you, that was my plan. I wanna get fucked tonight", he says, showing off his legs in the tiniest booty shorts known to mankind and a lowcut shirt over which he threw on a jacket.

You pick up Seokjin at his house, complimenting him on his scorchingly hot leather look. Longarm shirt and pants. It fit his shoulders so well. And then you are cruising down the coastline with loud music blasting in the radio and the mood being amazing.

You meet the rest of your gang in front of the club. Jimin decided to not wear a shirt at all while Yoongi went for a leather vest with a newsboy hat look. Namjoon chose leather pants and a jacket, having mousse in his hair.

"Whore you look amazing", you greet Jimin.

"Bitch you don’t talk, you are such a slut", Jimin greets you, taking you into a tight hug, "I'd fuck you if I were straight."

"Well thank you", you laugh, breaking out of the hug to greet the others with a hug as well.

"You look so hot Joon. I see someone’s trying to get over that bitch", you say.

"Yeah, totally. She was the biggest mistake in my life, no joke", Namjoon says, "gotta make sure to replace those memories with actual good ones. I mean, she couldn’t even fuck for shit."

"I never liked her", Yoongi says.

"Me neither, I thought her breath always stank. I could even smell it through pictures", Taehyung agrees.

"Yeah totally", Hoseok says, nodding his head.

"You're better off single", Seokjin says.

"Totally", Jungkook nods his head.

No, the break up was not recently. His ex just turned out to be complete and utter human garbage. He deserves to hate and you are all ready to support him like the family you were.

"I hope you get laid tonight, hun", you say, patting Namjoon's arm before stepping back and tugging Jungkook close to you by his exposed waist, "you ready to party?"

"So ready, let's go", Seokjin says.

"Are you gonna end up sitting in a corner and playing mobile games again?" Jimin asks him teasingly, slinging an arm around him.

"No? What the hell? I never do that?" Seokjin complains with red ears, which means he was very much planning on doing so. And he will, but he will assure you that he was having a great time with little waves and smiles at the rest of you as you were grinding on the dance floor.

Namjoon will also be very successful in his task of getting laid, having to leave the party early with a beautiful woman by his side.

Taehyung will be successful too, except that he won't be leaving the party but will engage in it in the VIP area just up the stairs.

"They’re all having so much fun", Jungkook rasps against your neck. He is as close as the situation allows, lipstick smeared and eyeshadow smudged even more. His eyelids are heavy in sex, his hair is soaked in sweat.

"Whatcha mean?" you ask him. You have your head rested against his chest, enjoying the electrifying feeling of having Jungkook’s strong hands on your hips as his tattooed arms are slung around you from behind.

"I can see Tae give it doggy from here", Jungkook rasps, "I wanna fucking rail you doggy too", he adds with his parted lips pressed against your ear.

You grind back into him, moaning needily. The music drowns out everything either way. Besides, nobody would care if you fucked right here and there, you wouldn’t be the only ones.

"Seokjin’s having fun too, look", Jungkook speaks.

He is talking to someone, sharing drinks.

"What do you think they're talking about?"

"Maybe how hard your cock is?"

Jungkook chuckles deeply, "fuck baby", he growls playfully, dragging his nose up and down the side of your neck, "you're so fucking sexy, can't help it."

You turn, hooking your arms behind his neck. Jungkook pulls your hips snug against his instantly. Next to you, Yoongi is currently fighting off Jimin slipping his hand down his pants.

"I need you so bad." and "not here, I’m shy", you hear something along that line and then the music drowns them out again.

Jungkook looks so fucking sexy under those lights. Reds and pinks and purples, all hazy because of the smoke and distorted by the people around you.

It compliments Jungkook’s skin so well.

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you", you say, gripping his face harshly just so you can kiss.

Jungkook moans lewdly, biting down on your lower lip playfully. It makes you hiss and pull back just enough that you can stare at him. He is smirking.

"I need you like crazy", he rasps.

You move closer, lips brushing against his', "and I wanna breed you like an animal."

Jungkook widens his eyes in genuine surprise.

"Damn babe", another genuine reaction.

"I'm serious, I want you bent over, ass bred and mind complacent."

"Shit baby, what the hell?" Jungkook laughs, squeezing your hips, "what's gotten into you?"

"You. Also, I drank a shot of tequila with Hobi when you were gone taking a piss."

Jungkook sneaks a glance at the latter, who is currently busy chatting up a very obvious leather daddy. He shifts his eyes back to you, gulping at how heavy they look in arousal.

"Wanna call a cab and dip?"

"Yes."

After saying your goodbyes to everyone except Taehyung as he was busy otherwise, you and Jungkook manage to snatch a cab back home.

You spent the entire ride home groping Jungkook’s body and slathering his neck in needy kisses. You also spent an unhealthy amount of fumbling with the hem of his fishnets which he pulled up his waist far enough so that it would peek out of his pants and accentuate his happy trail even more.

"I wanna rip that off of you", you whisper into his ear, "it's driving me crazy."

You try to slip your hand inside, needing nothing more than to play with his hair.

"Babe wait", Jungkook stops you in a quiet chuckle, "the cab driver."

You sneak a glance at the driver, dropping your head on Jungkook’s shoulder with a defeated groan.

Your manners last two minutes and then you start fumbling again, tracing Jungkook’s abs. His skin feels so sticky from dancing, now ice cold from being exposed in the fresh air for too long. But every touch you leave, returns some of that heat, riling Jungkook up even if he doesn’t let it show for the sake of the cab driver.

"I wanna play your body like it's my favourite game", you rasp against his neck, "hear me? I won’t stop until I'm a pro at it."

Jungkook tilts his head, kissing your forehead, "of course baby", he says lovingly.

He almost moans when you abandon his abs to instead rub his nipples over his terribly thin shirt. Not that the thickness of the fabric would have any difference. Just like Jungkook figured, the big rings made his nipples hypersensitive. Your messy, yet incredibly good touch goes straight to his cock. Everything stopping his cock from ripping through the seams, is Jungkook’s hand on it, squeezing it as tightly as possible to stop the blood flow.

"We're not alone", he whispers shakily, forcing his body to stay still.

"I need your nips in my mouth, baby", you rasp, "all swollen and hard from having to carry those big rings. I need them against my tongue."

Jungkook exhales shakily, "fucking shit", he whispers under his breath, tilting his hear back for a second to gain control again. He lifts it.

"Sorry Sir, but how long still?" he asks the cab driver.

"Five minutes Sir", he answers him and turns the music back up again.

"Okay, thank you", Jungkook turns to you, "five minutes, please baby."

"I can't wait any longer, I need you", you say, trying to slip your hand under his shirt.

Jungkook grabs your wrist and pins it against his tummy.

"Five minutes, please", he says sternly.

"So uncool", you murmur, gazing at his lips.

The cab driver lets you out in front of your house, driving off quickly.

You turn to Jungkook now that you are alone, gripping him by his dainty waist to pull him close.

"Babe wait", Jungkook stumbles with a laugh, finding support on your shoulders.

"Shut up and kiss me", you hiss, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Mhmbaby", he murmurs, almost falling over his own feet as you not only kiss him like crazy, you also push him closer to your front door, guiding the way without looking. It is a dangerous game you're playing, but you can’t stop.

All night long, you had to watch Jungkook dance and laugh and sing. All night long, you had to stare at his scorchingly hot legs in those tight leather pants and his well-groomed bush and that dainty waist of his' hugged by fishnets. All night long, you had to look at his messy makeup and feel his painted fingernails swirl over your skin and you have had enough. You need him like lungs need air and fins need water.

The kiss breaks because looking for the keys is impossible. Jungkook fumbles with them, trying and failing to flee from you grinding yourself into him.

"Give me a minute baby, I can’t open the door like that", he chuckles.

"Hurry up, will you?"

"I'm trying. It’s hard when you’re humping me."

The door clicks and opens.

You rip it open for him and seconds later push him inside just so you can kick the door closed behind you and pin Jungkook against the dresser in your hallway.

"Wait you-" he gets silenced by your lips, mewling into the sloppy kiss instead while you bend his body over that uncomfortable dresser.

You have your knee between his legs, rubbing his cock and balls with such vigour he wonders if you want him to completely crumble here and now.

"Ah please", he moans breathily, knees buckling and fingers gripping your thigh, "give me a minute to take off my boots."

You give him a growl as an answer, stepping back. You take off your own shoes in the meantime, discarding them in the middle of the walkway because you can’t be bothered to waste time.

Jungkook uses the opportunity to flee out of the entryway, getting chased by you all the way to your hallway leading upstairs.

You grab his waist.

"Wait", he squeaks in a shy chuckle, squirming in your hold.

You twirl him.

"Baby wait", he laughs.

"What?" you ask, "why are you acting like that?"

"Why are you acting like that?"

"Because you- urgh" you press him against the railing harshly, knocking a needy moan out of him, "you fucking annoy the living shit outta me. How dare you flaunt your slutty little waist and your whore thighs all night long. You are such a slut, you fucking anger me", you growl, feeling him up hungrily.

"Jesus fucking Christ", Jungkook gasps, eyes comically big, "you're crazy."

"Yeah, crazy for you. I want you on my strap. Now."

"Okay, okay wait", Jungkook laughs, fighting off your hands trying to open his pants, "wait a minute, wait."

"Jungkook please", you whine, falling against him in a defeated manner, "pleasee let me fuck you open. Please I'm begging you, I need to fuck you. That’s all I need."

Jungkook chuckles, "I didn’t say no, just give me a minute."

"No minutes, I need you now", you say, trying to kiss him again.

He stops you with his fingers squishing your cheeks.

"I'm sweaty, sticky and stinky. I need a shower", he says.

"You don’t stink, you smell like sex", you whine, "let me smell you", you add, fighting his hold for a sniff of his neck.

He lets you, laughing loudly when you do the most intense and honest nose breathe he has ever heard you do.

"Urgh yeah", you say in a deep voice, "I need this fucking packaged, you smell so fucking good."

"Fine", he chuckles, "fine, then at least let me clean out. I don’t feel comfortable without cleaning out."

You inhale again, grinding into him in a defeated, almost stubborn manner.

"Fine", you give in, "I want you to feel comfy. Go clean your ass, urgh stupid cleaning out, I just want your ass now. Why did nature make it dirty?"

"Yeah big mood", Jungkook pecks your cheek, "give me twenty."

"You get fifteen and not a second longer."

"Fine, fifteen. Good god, I married a crazy woman", he says and turns to hurry upstairs.

Contrary to your first words, you both take a quick shower, exchanging your dirty party clothes for clean new ones in a similar style. You go for tight leather pants and a lace bra, knowing very well that more clothing is unnecessary.

You knock on the closed bathroom door.

"You've got five more minutes. I expect you back in fishnets."

"Yeah, yeah. Where you off to?"

"Come and find me, will you?"

"Babe wait!" you hear Jungkook call out and then you have already disappeared out of the bedroom, geared up with all the toys you need and more.

Jungkook comes out of the bathroom to silence and a dark room.

"Babe where are you?" he asks, turning the lights off.

Empty.

"You wanna play games? Fine with me."

Jungkook decides to go for new fishnets, combining them with an oversized shirt to cover up his dick and the harness for now. He hopes that he will be forgiven for not choosing leather pants again, but he figured that those were unnecessary either way.

He leaves the bedroom, calling out for you again. Nothing. He looks into the guest bedroom and his room. Both empty.

"Darling where are you?"

The lights turn on downstairs. He hears footsteps. He jogs down the steps, looking left and right.

The steps come from the living room.

He follows them, finding you in the middle of it with your back to him.

"There you are. Damn, you look hot. What are you doing here?"

"I wanna play a game", you turn.

"Okay? Why are you holding our flogger?"

Your lips curl into a crazy smirk. You hit your own hand with it once.

Jungkook realises, gulping heavily.

"Babe no way…"

You lower your eyes dangerously.

"Run if you want it, stay if you don’t", you tell him, "five, four, three.."

"Fuck", Jungkook says and turns, setting off with a loud squeal.

"...two…one! Run faster little rabbit, run!" you call out, running out of the living room.

You hear Jungkook squeal in the entryway. You cross the corner, watching as he presses himself against the door.

"Hello there."

"Let me tell you something, wait let's talk. Wait", he says, lifting his hands defensively.

"Gotcha", you say, inching closer to him with the flogger tangling by your side dangerously.

"No, listen. Hear me out", Jungkook says, "hear me out! I- eeek" he squeaks and dodges you by twirling around you and running off.

You turn with a laugh, "come back!" you yell and chase him all the way to the kitchen.

Jungkook dodges every single one of your grabby hands, laughing and squealing as he does. You two manage to do two rounds around the dinner table and then Jungkook runs to the living room.

"Come here you little shit", you spit, almost catching him. His shirt slips from your fingers again and with it, Jungkook.

He runs off laughing, getting as far as the staircase and then you have a bundle of his shirt between your fingers again.

You tug roughly, pulling him back.

"No", Jungkook stumbles hard, "please another chance", he begs with tears of laughter in his eyes, "I was warming up."

"Shut up, I caught you", you hiss, wrapping your arm around his waist harshly. You tug him with you on your way to your room.

Jungkook goes willingly, laughing squeakily.

"Not so fast, I’m not wearing underwear", he begs, hitting your arm gently.

"Not my problem", you hiss, kicking the door open and turning on your light with the handle of the flogger.

"But it pinches my balls", he whines, trying to make himself heavier only to get shaken around as you tighten your grip on him.

"You're a pain slut, you’re into it."

"So now you’re me and know what I like?"

"Shut up, whore", you spit, throwing him on your mattress.

Jungkook moans, squirming deliciously for just a second before he uses the opportunity to try and belly crawl away from you. Not that he comes far. Seconds later and you pin him down with your knee on his lower back, weight perfectly balanced to cut off his movements without hurting his spine or kidneys.

He wiggles under you like a little fish out of water, kicking the floor as he does.

"Let. Me. Go", he grunts.

"No", you answer him, forcing his shirt up his torso to expose his ass to you. Like this his little waist is exposed as well, made even smaller by the tightly cut fishnet hem. The fact that he isn’t wearing any clothes underneath, makes you want to ruin him.

You trace his butt, making sure the flogger was gracing his skin.

"Last chance. Say the word and I'll stop", you say.

"And if I don’t?"

"I'll flog you like the stupid slut you are."

Jungkook squirms, earning himself a stronger grip from you. It squishes his cock between the edge of the mattress and his body so well.

He shakes his head vigorously.

"No? Don’t wanna say it?"

"Don't wanna say it", he confirms, tilting his hips back.

"Understood."

Smack!

"Holy- fffuck", Jungkook brings out, head shooting up and feet kicking the floor, "warn me."

"Whores don’t get warnings", you spit, swirling your flogger skillfully to really land a harsh spank on his ass.

Jungkook sucks in air, hips chasing the sensation the second it is gone. It comes again. Harsh, intense, hot.

You truly don’t have mercy in you tonight. Another harsh flog reminds him of that fact. Its aftermath makes his toes curl and his voice get stuck in his throat.

Smack!

Jungkook feels the burn pulsate before it bursts through his vein and makes his head pound.

Smack!

"Fuck", he croaks, "give me a break, will you?" he spits, wanting to do nothing more than challenge you to hit him harder.

"No", you hit him harder, fucking scrambling his mind with it, "you don’t get breaks."

"Yes I do", he insists.

"No." Smack!

"Yes."

"No." Smack!

"Yes!" he moans, "give me a break."

"Shut up bitch", you spit, "fuck, you stupid brat", you bark, hitting his ass three consecutive times with the perfect technique to make it really sting, "first, you look like a slut the entire night, then you run away from me and now you wanna demand shit? The only thing you get to say are begs for me to go harder."

"Well. Don’t."

"Too bad", you growl, showing him how hard you can go with two timed spanks to his ass followed by a whip with the flogger.

Jungkook hits the mattress once, burying his face in the sheets deeply. Then he groans. He groans with such raw and honest ecstasy, you find religion in it.

Smack!

You love the sound the flogger makes. High pitched and sharp. Exactly how it feels to be struck with it. Sharp and with precise dots of pain sprawling all over his skin. Jungkook twists the sheets when you hit him again, kicking the floor weakly.

You watch his kicking legs, running your eyes along his tensing thighs. The redness of his ass has spread down along them the slightest bit.

"So stupid", you say, forcing them apart and keeping them that way by sticking the sturdy handle of the flogger between them.

You lean forward, inspecting Jungkook’s rock hard cock stuffed into the fishnets.

You have to stop pinning him down with your knee in the new position, but Jungkook has been flogged into a state of droopiness, which means you can do things like force his legs apart and slip your knee from his back to instead straddle it.

"So heavy and big", you rasp, placing your hand on his cock to rub it.

Jungkook lets out a delicious moan, rolling his hips into the mattress edge.

Slap!

"Oh", his head shoots up.

You just spanked his balls, sending sharp pain through them.

He feels the fishnets rip right around his cock and then your fingers fish him out of the new hole you created. The position forces you to have to tug his cock back and squeeze his balls in the process. Jungkook swears he becomes soaking wet because of it.

"So wet", you rasp, digging your thumb into his slit harshly, "such a nasty whore."

Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, twisting the sheets. You are so rough, he's in heaven.

Slap!

"F-fuck", he whispers, dropping his head, "fuck."

You are spanking his hard cock, holding it in your palm while your other strikes down on him without mercy.

They are singular spanks at first until you turn into the cruelest person ever and begin slapping him without a pause. Just tiny little spanks, placed with care yet enough precision to torture his sensitive parts.

Jungkook squirms.

Jungkook kicks the floor.

Jungkook moans squeakily.

And Jungkook flees your spanks with honesty.

You tug him back, continuing your never ending slaps even if he is squirting precum everywhere.

"Please stop."

Jungkook begins begging.

"Please stop. Please stop, you’re making me cum. Please stop."

You laugh, stopping your spanks just to jerk him off three times. Harsh and angrily.

"Fuck please. Please I'm cumming, please stop."

"Why should I?"

"Please", Jungkook groans, body twitching uncontrollably.

You stop.

Slap!

"Please!" he wails, "I'm fucking begging you, please don’t make me cum."

"You're so funny, imagine being such a pain slut that you cum from being hit", you say, dropping his cock harshly.

Jungkook sighs in relief, "thank you…"

You crawl off of him and lay down next to him. With a harsh tug on his hair you tilt his head up, locking eyes with him. He looks so high on pleasure.

"Your ass is fucking deep red", you tell him, smiling happily.

"Good", he says and gulps, blinking droopily, "fucking kiss me."

"Fuck, I love you so much", you fall into a passionate kiss, kissing him in the uncomfortable position until your necks ache.

You break it with a moan, giving him a smile and soft caress of his cheek.

"I love you too", Jungkook mumbles.

"Good", you say and giggle, dropping his head and sitting back up.

You crawl back on top of him, running your hands over his ass. His skin is as hot as coal. He flinches at the first contact, shivering afterwards.

The fishnets rip easily, making the most amazing sound as they do. So now you exposed his ass to you. He is at your mercy. No fabric in the world can stop you from doing whatever you want to him and he is loving it.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Taking what's mine", you answer him, forcing his buttocks apart to expose his rim to you.

He clenches it instinctively.

"Look at this slutty hole", you say, "stop clenching, will you?"

Jungkook clenches even more, earning himself a flick of your finger to it. The pain is sharp and stings.

"Shit", he gasps, relaxing instantly.

"Better, I hate having to force my way into there. You know that don’t you?"

"Just do it, will you?" he throws back.

"No", you say nonchalantly, lowering yourself afterwards to run your tongue over it.

Jungkook shudders, growing completely limp in bliss. His thighs become so soft, his knees so weak, the tension in his back ceases to exist as well. Limp like a little doll, he lies on the mattress as he tries to rationalise the fact that your tongue is on his hole.

You slurp deliciously, ending it with a gentle suck to his rim, "so yummy", you murmur, licking him with the flat of your tongue repeatedly, "so good, that’s so good."

"Don't stop", he begs, feeling so lightheaded. The contrast of getting his ass whipped sensitive to you running your tongue over his hole so gently, gets him way too good. The first heat was harsh and painful and now you replaced it with a comfortable heat, soft and gentle. Jungkook feels his head pounding because of it.

You begin probing at his hole with the tip of your tongue, trying to get him to open up. And Jungkook really, really tries to relax. He swears that he tries with all his willpower. He wants your tongue inside so bad. But his body only works with him as far before he can’t physically relax any more and so he ends up with you lifting your head in defeat.

"Stop clenching", you hiss, spreading him further to force his hole open.

"I'm not, back please", he begs with desperate demand in his voice.

You spit on his hole, "shut up, I do what I want", you growl, picking up your spit to spread it around his hole harshly.

Jungkook mewls and kicks the floor. He is not complaining, this feels so good. So good in fact that he reaches behind himself to take over for you with holding himself open. You study the way his painted nails dig into his red skin, feeling your pussy throb at the view.

"Such a pretty slut", you praise, "keep yourself open, that’s it", you say, putting pressure on his rim.

Jungkook makes a sound of anticipation. The pressure is so intense, riles him up so well, leaves him aching. When does it stop? When will your thumb slip in?

"Faster", he demands, rolling his hips up.

"Will you", you pin him down harshly and spank his left cheek, "stop demanding shit?"

"But you told me the only begs you want from me are begs to go harder", he throws back, wiggling his hips.

Another spank to his right cheek almost makes him sob. The position allows you to land it right on the more sensitive inner parts of his ass, missing his hole by a hair's width.

"Will you be quiet? How dare you talk back", you say in an angry snarl.

"What do you want from me? I'm just saying" he throws back.

You spank him again, ending it by reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls harshly.

Jungkook shudders, body growing weak. His fingers slip from his ass just slightly, his thighs try to close and because of the flogger fail. The pressure on his balls grows.

"Any more bratty words from you?" you warn, tightening your grip.

Jungkook spills tears. Holy shit, his balls feel like bursting. Holy fuck, he can’t breathe.

"Are you behaving? Mhm?" you challenge, tugging on them with the pressure still intact.

"Yes!" he exclaims, "yes please I'll be good! Please stop, I'm gonna burst."

"Good boy", you praise, releasing his balls. You watch in delight as they throb in desperation, smirking to yourself. You edged him. You know that you did. Your pain slut of a husband almost climaxed from getting his balls crushed.

"Such a slut", you say, caressing his heavy balls before returning to his hole, "hold yourself open."

Jungkook follows with shaky fingers.

"Good boy. See? It’s so much easier when you are a good little whore and listen to me", you taunt, tracing his pretty hole.

He huffs out air, furrowing his brows. If you keep taunting him like that he can't guarantee that he won't start talking back again.

Your weight leaves his body, your hand comes down on his ass to support your weight instead. Jungkook tries to sneak a glance at what you are doing, eyes lingering on your ass in those leather pants before flitting to your hand. You are fumbling with something on the ground and lift it into his view. The lube bottle. Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, trying to keep his breathing steady. So it begins. Next a small plug. A little longer than your pinky finger and just about thicker than his thumb.

"Bigger", he says, making you look over your shoulder.

"Are you watching me?" you ask, studying his face.

He nods his head, "need it bigger, please."

"Tch slut", you say, clicking your tongue and turning away from him. You drop the small plug to instead go for another one. It is made out of glass, starting off small and becoming thicker at the end. Three balls, growing in size, make the entire experience so much more intense.

You look at him, "better?"

"Yeah", he whispers, eyeing it with such longing.

You turn away and sit back down on him.

Jungkook closes his eyes, wanting nothing more than get surprised by each second you stretch him open.

He tenses up when he suddenly hears the distinct click of the lube bottle opening.

"More", you order and Jungkook tries his best to spread himself further.

He knows he was successful when he feels the cold trickle of the lube on his rim, having to moan because of it.

"Cold?" you ask, discarding the lube bottle next to you.

"Yeah", he answers you.

"Good", you say, poking your fingers into the lube to spread it. You run them all the way from where his tailbone starts down to his plump balls. He needs to look the part and that means spreading the lube everywhere.

Once happy, you return to his hole, massaging it in circular motions. He relaxes it as best as possible, spreading himself apart more.

One push to his rim and the lube and his willingness to get stuffed forces your fingers to slip in completely.

"Holy fuck", Jungkook croaks, bucking his hips up, "fuck, oh god."

"Slipped in so easily, jesus christ you’re seriously such a whore", you taunt, fucking your fingers in and out of him. You don’t do this for long. Just a few time to get a good feel of him. This was solely to make sure his insides are coated. You slip out again to spread lube on the toy.

Jungkook waits with his back heaving up and down quickly underneath you. He is seriously so adorable because of how eager he is to get stuffed.

You rest the tip of the toy against his rim and push, watching with eager eyes as his hole swallows the toy all the way up to the second ball. Then he tenses, swallowing at the same time as he whimpers.

“Good?” you ask him.

“Really cold, burns”, he says.

“That’s what glass toys are, yeah”, you say, “relax, you can do it.”

Jungkook tries to do so with a squirm of his thighs. It sadly makes the flogger slip and for the makeshift spreader bar to cease working, but Jungkook is so far gone into wanting to be stuffed that he still keeps his legs open. You push, forcing his hole to open and close around the second ball. Further and further, making the smooth shaft of the toy glide inside until the biggest ball at the end stops you again.

Jungkook breathes in and out so deeply and loudly that you have to look over your shoulder. You can’t see a lot of his face as the ruffled sheets hide it from you but his fingers are relaxed on his butt which means he was good.

You push again, watching in delight as his hole opens up oh so slowly as that big ball slips inside. Fuck, the glass is giving you such a good view of how pink and tight he is inside, all pressed up against the toy and glistening in the lube. The thickest part of the ball slips past his rim, causing a domino effect of reactions. The toy slips in quickly until the flat base, Jungkook whines and tenses around it.

Almost salivating in arousal, you watch how he struggles and struggles without being able to close up again.

“Glass toys are seriously the best shit ever”, you say, running your fingers around the base, “I can see right into your slutty little hole”, you add, pressing down on the toy to shift it a little.

“It’s so deep”, he groans, pressing his thighs together.

You slap them apart again, “stay open”, you order, “I want to see your plugged hole.”

“C-can you see a lot?” he asks.

"I can see everything. Mhhm, you’re so tight and pink inside. And so wet too. You have such a pretty hole."

"Fuck I wanna see", he whines - no - sobs.

“Stay still”, you tell him and Jungkook obeys, waiting with perked ears for whatever you are doing. He can’t hear anything, he just feels you shifting around a little, “spread yourself.”

He follows, feeling the pressure inside of him grow afterwards as you fix the toy inside him. The pressure subsides, the intense stretch remains.

“There we go.”

A bright light, then a second and third time.

Your weight leaves his back, he feels the mattress dent beside him. Your hand running through his hair makes him open his eyes.

“Look”, you say, shoving your phone all up in his face.

Jungkook blinks to get used to the brightness, widening his eyes the moment they focused on the picture you are showing him. There it is. His stuffed ass on full display with the glass toy giving a good view deep into him. It makes his cock throb like crazy. So that’s how he looks right now. No wonder he feels as stretched as he does.

"Aren't you so pretty?"

"Yeah", he croaks, "what are you gonna do with that pic?” he asks, looking at you instead.

“I’ll keep them and look at them whenever I need a reminder that I married a slut”, you tell him with a sweet giggle, pecking his lips.

Jungkook lifts his head, kissing you back eagerly. You break the kiss way too early for his taste, leaving him to frown at you.

“Adorable”, you say, squishing his cheek.

“Kiss me again”, he begs, staring at your lips droopily.

“Nah”, you dismiss him, removing yourself just to sit back down on his back and return to his ass.

You wrap your fingers around the base of the glass toy so you can finally begin fucking it in and out of him.

“Oh god, yeah”, Jungkook groans, dropping his head and closing his eyes again. He doesn’t mind anymore that you didn’t kiss him again. You are fucking his ass and that’s all that matters. You do so until the very beginning of the toy, going oh so slow when you press it back inside to make him really feel the balls and going oh so fast when you pull it back out to overwhelm his little hole with pressing out the balls. Jungkook doesn’t know what’s harder to bear. The slow stretch or having to squeeze out the toy with such little patience. What he does know, is that each time his rim finally manages one of the balls, he feels his entire lower body convulse for a good second and his lower tummy tense like crazy.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please keep going”, he begs, floating on the sensations.

It is not long and that delicious feeling of struggling with the balls has disappeared. Jungkook is so sad, it doesn’t feel so intense anymore. Why does he have to be so easily stretched open? Why does have to love anal so much? Can’t he struggle a little longer? He is so angry at himself for being such a slut. He needs to struggle again, please.

You know that he isn’t struggling anymore. Up until a few seconds ago, you felt a little resistance with each thrust, but now it feels as if you are fucking a smooth dildo into him. The balls do nothing for him anymore.

“You’re so loosened up”, you tell him.

“I know”, he sounds out of breath, “bigger, I’m begging you.”

You stuff the toy back into him and busy yourself with getting the next one ready. A good layer of lube and then it is ready. You pull the glass toy out, discarding it on the laid out dirty-toy-towel for later clean up. His hole looks stretched out even now that nothing is inside. All soft and differently shaped than it was when you started playing with him. So pretty.

You place the toy against his hole. You can’t wait to fill it up with your strap. Knowing Jungkook, it won’t be long anymore until he is finally ready and you don’t have to hold back any longer. Soon and you can rail him stupid.

You push, gasping with Jungkook at how easily it slips in. Inch by inch until you bottom out with your pinky finger squeezed between the base and his body.

You give him a few seconds of getting used to it. He tries to rub his thighs together, but you stop him wordlessly. So he rolls his hips up instead. Then he drops lifelessly and huffs out air oh so loudly.

“What is it? Don’t like it?” you taunt.

“It’s, it’s not….are you messing with me? Is that the same toy?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

“No it’s not”, you say, shaking your head. You hide it from his view with your body.

“But”, he looks devastated, “it’s not bigger.”

“Yes Kook, it’s bigger. Quite a lot actually.”

“No it’s not”, he frowns, “you’re fucking with me. Give me something bigger.”

“Control your tongue”, you warn, forcing the toy deeper.

“Ah”, he lets out, furrowing his brows.

“Wanna know a secret, Kook?” you taunt.

He nods his head.

You lift your hips, revealing the toy.

“You’re taking the dildo I first pegged you with.”

Jungkook stares at the pink, glittery dildo peeking out between his buttocks with widened eyes. That dildo felt huge in that first fateful night. Jungkook worried for his poor hole back then, struggling so much that he wondered if his hole just wasn’t build for anal sex. It was so huge to him back then. And now it feels like nothing. He barely even feels it, almost as if he is lying there with nothing in his ass.

Jungkook crumbles, “please fuck me please”, he begs with little sniffles spilling out of him, “please I’m begging you, fuck me please.”

“I was hoping you’d say that”, you say, pulling the dildo out in one swift movement.

His hole makes the nastiest, sluttiest sound in surprise, spilling the lube everywhere.

“Fuck, god sorry that was so loud”, he says, clenching it as he has to laugh.

You chuckle, “I love that sound”, you say, holding him apart to check on his well-stretched rim. You lean down and trace it with your tongue.

Jungkook’s laughter cuts off abruptly. He drops his head and squishes his cheek in the process.

“Mhm so good”, you say, kissing his hole, “can’t wait to breed it. Take your shirt off in the meantime”, you add, climbing off of him to finally strap yourself into the gear.

The leather harness of your strap sits snuggly around your waist, spanning down to your upper thighs and ending there in two neatly done buckles. You secure them tightly, tracing the straps all the way up to where you secured the huge dildo. Ten inches in length and with a heavy girth. You can barely even close your fingers around it as you spread the lube on it. The best part about it however was the built-in tube which enables the cock to squirt cum whenever you wanted it to. And that was the hottest shit you have ever been able to do.

You force yourself between Jungkook’s legs, laying the heavy cock atop his ready ass. You lean forward, placing your weight on his back. With a harsh tug you tilt his head up, forcing his ear to brush against your lips as you speak.

“I’m going to breed you like the slutty, dumb whore you are and you are going to beg me to go harder, are we understood?” you rasp, feeling him shiver underneath you.

“Yeah, understood”, he squeaks out, nodding his head as best as your punishing hand in his hair allows him to.

“Good and what are we saying if it gets too much?”

“Red”, he croaks.

“Good job, remember it well. Puppy.”

“Fuck seriously”, he laughs breathily, “please just fuck me, I need it.”

“Mhm”, you drop his head harshly and straighten up.

You grind your big cockhead against his hole with slow rolls of your hips as your hands are busy preparing the lube for him.

“Such a slutty little boy”, you say, “you look so sexy in those fishnets, fuck.”

Jungkook wiggles, earning himself a spank.

“Stay still, I gotta prepare you”, you warn, placing the nuzzle of the already filled up lube syringe against his hole. You slip in without warning, Jungkook barely reacts because of how tiny it feels to him. You squeeze the lube into him and once again he barely reacts, mind occupied with nothing except finally getting that cock up his ass.

“There we go”, you say, discarding the now empty syringe. You slap your cock against his hole, spanking it repeatedly, “now you’re ready. Relax, I’m not gonna go slow.”

"Okay."

You thrust forward, forcing your huge cock into him.

“Ah!” Jungkook flees the harsh breach, squirming on the mattress and kicking the floor with such vigour that he accidentally lands one kick on your butt as well.

You pin him down, twisting his harness tightly to really have a grip on him.

He whimpers, tilting his head back and so you use the opportunity to tug his hair, forcing his panicky eyes to lock with yours.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take the cock? Mhm? Did you demanding little slut overestimate yourself?” you taunt, fucking the huge toy in an out of him slowly yet in its entirety.

Jungkook squeezes tears out of his eyes, reaching behind himself to grab your wrist tightly. His fingers are clammy.

He croaks out sounds then his lips fall open. Tears roll down his cheeks, his lashes flutter. Another attempt of talking. You paint circles with your hips as you are buried inside him to the hilt. A little sound escapes him then the shakiest and most pleasure-distorted “thank you” rolls over his tongue. Jungkook completely gives up afterwards, head slacking in your hold and eyes falling closed.

“Fuck baby, I love a well-mannered slut so much” you praise, dropping his head and harness to instead really straighten up. You grip his hips, ripping the fishnets further open for the sole purpose of needing them ruined. You need all of him ruined. His hair, his makeup, his fishnets, his ass. You need to ruin him for acting up the entire night. With a harsh tug, you tilt his hips up and then finally begin the promise you made him. No more slow thrusts to get him used to it, now Jungkook has to get used to the size by getting drilled stupid with it. If he wants to or not.

Jungkook reacts accordingly, convulsing on the mattress with his knees starting a measly attempt to lift himself. You pin him back down, spanking his right ass cheek.

“Stay down, I’m telling you when I want you on your knees”, you bark, punishing him with a deep, harsh thrust right out of your hips. Skin slaps against skin, his hole is squelching and squirting, his little feet tap the floor repeatedly as he squirms and shakes.

Jungkook swears that he will have a sore throat at the end of this night. He can’t stop moaning and wailing for you. It feels so fucking good. Your cock is so huge. It is so goddamn huge. Jungkook feels it shift inside his belly from its immense size, hitting spots inside of him he never thought able to have hit. His hole is so stretched open, he spills tears at the sheer thought of how loose he will be for the next days.

“Fuck Jungkook that feels so fucking good”, you pant, “I’m fucking you with ten inches, you’re such a slut, ah”, you moan loudly, spanking his ass as a reward, “my ten inch slut, fucking shit, urgh.”

Jungkook’s moans pitch, growing in volume. Ten inches. He didn’t think that he had it in himself. But now he does. Quite literally. He has ten inches of your cock inside in him and he feels like a complete blissed-out whore.

“Yes, keep moaning like that. Such a whore, such a loud slut. Just for me”, you encourage him, squeezing his hips into the mattress just so you can thrust even harder into him. Your arms are shaking and yet you don’t want to stop, your back is so arched, your thighs are so tense. But you can’t stop. You need to fuck. You need to breed. Need to make him yours. Turn him into an open, loose cumhole.

“You deserve it, you deserve it so much. Slut, fucking slut”, you chant, spanking him every now and then to make sure his ass stays red and sensitive. His hole isn’t the only thing that should stay reminded of who owns him. You want him unable to sit for the next few days, maybe even dripping way too much cum for an extra little bonus.

“I’m such a slut! Holy fuck I’m so stuffed! Gonna cum so good!” Jungkook answers you, twisting the sheets as angrily as he can. His nipples and heavy piercings are rubbing right against the sheets and kt feels so fucking good. His tattooed arms are tensed, as is his sculpted back. The view is delicious, but not as delicious as his bubble butt taking your huge cock. His hole is so pink, moving around your girthy shaft, stretching so far, squirting so much lube, sounding so pretty. His ass looks so good in those ruined fishnets, his thighs are stretching the thin material to its limits. And those little hairs on his legs, all ruffled up and sticking out between the thin netting. You seriously could eat him whole.

“You are. You’re such a pretty slut, fuck Kook those fishnets make me so wild”, you pant, slowing down your movements for a quick moment to catch your breath, “gonna cum so hard too, hear me? Breeding your ass makes me cum so good.”

Jungkook swears he could pass out. Making you cum through his own actions? Spectacular. Getting used to make you cum? Amazing. Getting told that you are going to cum from pegging his ass? His death. Jungkook loves getting fucked by you so much and knowing that the entire act is so pleasurable to you too that you can cum, makes him want to cry for hours.

“Harder please!” and so he cries out to you, “harder, please harder. Harder!”

“Urgh shit, yes”, you growl behind him. You broaden your stance, pulling his hips back onto your girthy cock repeatedly as the newfound leverage allows you to really drill into him.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m a whore! Feel so good! Harder!”

“You’re so cute”, you laugh manically, “I don’t even have to call you names anymore, fuck such a good whore.”

The floorboards beneath you creak, covered in a small puddle of lube, which you managed to already fuck out of him. It looks so wet and liquid by now, warmed up by his ass and your ruthless fuck. It looks so pretty as it runs out of and down his balls and throbbing cock until dripping on the floor. His cock. It rubs against the floor each time you are balls deep inside him and torture his deepest parts with angry thrusts. It lies there right in the tiny puddle, making you wonder if there was truly only lube dirtying your floors or if you are fucking him so well that his cock can’t stop leaking. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. Jungkook’s such an ass slut after all.

“Harder, harder, harder”, Jungkook chants, voice becoming higher and higher.

You growl, furrowing your brows. You know his squirming and that endless begging. You release the grip on his hips, placing your hands next to them instead. Jungkook begins instantly, fucking himself back onto your cock in messy, hard thrusts. Exactly how you figured. He has reached his peak sluttiness where your amazing, hard thrusts aren’t enough anymore no matter how hard you fuck him and all that helps is him meeting you in equally as hard squirms.

Jungkook groans and grunts, voice contorted in ecstasy. He doesn’t even truly sound like your Jungkook anymore. Except that he does. Because you know your husband and you know that the sounds he is currently making are the most honest and rawest sounds you will ever hear from him. They are because of you and just for you.

You tug his hips up until he can rest on his knees, knowing very well that he needs that. He keeps his torso pressed into the mattress, back so terribly arched you wonder if he wants to snap his spine.

"Yes! Fuck yes! Oh yeah! Yes, yes, yes" he chants in ecstacy.

Needing more leverage, you make yourself bigger, putting one foot down on the floor. It enables you to fuck Jungkook from the same height you fucked him in as he was lying down for you but with the added bonus of having new strength in your legs and truly going to town on him.

He slams into the mattress with the first thrust, air knocking out of him in a guttural “hrng” sound followed by a honest and desperate grunt and heavy moan.

“I’m going insane, you’re such a good slut”, you croak, watching the sweat drip from your forehead and landing on his fucked-open hole.

“I have to cum”, he wails, fucking back harder and harder, “I have to cum, Mistress. C-can you hear me?”

“I hear you. You can cum but-“

Jungkook interrupts you by climaxing with a wail of your name and his cock ruining everything beneath him. You fuck him right through it, holding his hips with your own knees buckling. Shit. You grind your teeth. You are so close. Your pussy is throbbing like crazy in your pants.

Jungkook wails up then, reminding you that you were still fucking him like an animal.

“Please wait please”, he chants, reaching behind himself as his hips lift themselves desperately.

“That’s your own fault for falling into my words”, you slap his hands away and force his fleeing hips back on your huge cock, “I wanted to say that you can only cum when you are aware that I have to keep fucking you afterwards. Your own fault when you dumb slut cum before I can finish my sentence.”

“Holy shit”, Jungkook collapses back on the floor right into his puddle of cum. Like this his cock is getting squeezed, giving you a good view of his continues streaks spilling out of him as you milk his prostate dry.

He sobs miserably, reaching behind himself to hold his clenching hole open for your girth.

“I know, I feel sorry too, but you were such a slut tonight, I have to punish you.”

“I can’t stop”, he somehow gets out and then you realise that he isn’t crying from too much fucking, he is crying because he can’t stop cumming because of you.

“That’s because you’re a dirty, pretty asswhore”, you say and spank him, “such a greedy slut for cock up his ass. You’re supposed to cum, hear me Jungkook? That’s what good bitches like you are supposed to do.”

“Fuck please slow down, I can’t stop”, his voice contorts into a loud and endless moan as his body squirms again in a torturous orgasm. It feels like fire is an understatement to Jungkook. Maybe lava. That’s hotter than fire, right? He is burning up from the inside out, fearing for himself all whilst riding on that fear like an addict. All that orgasming and cumming made his stomach so tight that he can now truly feel every single inch of your ten inch cock shift inside himself.

“Baby, Jungkookie baby”, your voice is trembling behind him, “baby, I’m cumming.”

Your hips still, your nails are almost breaking through his skin. Jungkook listens to the weak, yet terribly happy moans you let out as you shake in your high, fucking his hips back on your cock in desperate search for one more high. And then he feels it. Masses and masses of sticky, wet cum shooting up his ass.

“Mine”, you growl through your shakes, squeezing down on the pump with shaking fingers.

“Ah!” he gets out and then the thought of being bred by you like a whore sets him off for his last big crescendo of the night. Jungkook cries loudly, thanking you repeatedly while his entire body feels like floating.

“My slutty whore”, you croak, dropping your head in exhaustion, “holy fuck.”

The pump finally becomes empty, slipping out of your hands and rolling right into Jungkook’s cum puddle.

“Thank you”, Jungkook sobs, body twitching in the aftershocks.

“Yeah”, you let out a breathy laugh, “fuck, baby”, you place your hands on his butt, massaging it softly, “you did such a good job.”

“I can feel it inside me”, he says and whimpers.

“Good, that’s what you’re supposed to do”, you say, “you’re my bred slut now, hear me?”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I love being your bred slut.”

“I know you do”, you smile, caressing his sweaty lower back, “now relax, I’m pulling out. It’ll get messy.”

You slip out easily, gawking at Jungkook’s gaping hole presenting itself to you. It makes the wettest, most well-fucked sounds ever, squirting your white creamy cum.

“Shit”, he laughs, forcing more cum and sounds out of him, “you fucked me well, my ass says so too.”

“Yeah so good”, you chuckle, picking up your dripping cum, “you sound like such a well bred boy like this, love hearing those sounds.”

“God baby, don’t wanna be empty”, he whines, hole still so open for more.

“Need some training?” you ask him.

“Yeah, train me please”, he begs.

And so you push the biggest buttplug you own inside him again, plugging him up and forcing the rest of the cum to stay inside. You will exchange the plug for the next smallest one after some time and then the next smallest one and the next, but for now he needs to stay plugged up and filled with cum. Jungkook needs that kind of reverse training often, he says it's incredibly sensual to him.

“There all done”, you say, kissing his tailbone, “now you’re all plugged up. Nothing can escape now.”

“Good”, he says, “wanna stay bred forever”, he says, turning around to fall onto his back. Like this his hair is all sprawled out, cock lying completely ruined between his legs.

You laugh, “that’s very ambitious of you”, you say, crawling on top of him to straddle him.

Jungkook runs his hands up your legs and to your cock, jerking it off slowly.

“I can’t believe that was inside of me. It’s so huge”, he says, rolling his thumb into the cum hole, “that looks so realistic.”

“I guess, if your cock’s blue with silver sparkles.”

He laughs, “you know how I meant it. That looks like a real cockhead.”

“Mhm, if only I could feel through it”, you say, leaning down to cup his face and kiss him.

Jungkook runs his hands up your back until he has a bundle of your hair between his fingers to pull your closer.

The kiss only breaks because you both have to breathe. If air wasn’t so important, you would have kissed until dawn.

“Your cock’s the only one I need, I hope you know that”, he says, “it’s better than any real cock ever could be.”

“You really think so?”

He nods his head, cupping your cheek. His eyes are spilling over in love, still so glassy from getting fucked so well. His makeup is so, so smudged, cheeks carrying black streaks from all the crying he did.

“Thank you”, he whispers, “you tick every fucking box and more. I mean, who can say that they have a wife who can change her cock how she pleases? How cool is that? You’re like a shapeshifter, no wait, cockshifter.”

You snort, spilling some tears for unexplainable reasons. Maybe it’s because Jungkook makes you feel so happy and good and maybe it’s because he loves you so unconditionally that sometimes you wonder when those conditions finally come.

“Fuck, you idiot”, you press out, resting your forehead on his, “being a cockshifter actually sounds kinda cool. It makes me sound so badass.”

“You are so badass”, he insists.

“Thank you”, you murmur, sniffling quietly.

“I love you so much, you know?” he whispers, drying your cheeks.

You peel your eyes open, feeling the need to smile instantly. He is so pretty.

“I love you too, like crazy”, you breathe.

He smiles, tracing the little smile lines along your eyes.

“Phew”, he lets out, exhaling deeply, “do you think I’ll ever be able to close up again?”

“I don’t know”, you giggle, “you kinda gaped a lot when I pulled out.”

“I felt it”, he closes his eyes, settling back into the mattress and closing his eyes, “I hope I never close up again.”

“You’re wishing a lot of things tonight, aren’t you?” you laugh, settling on top of him with your face nuzzled into his neck.

“Yeah”, he grins, tracing your spine, “do you think the others are still at the party?”

“Probably? I’m glad we aren’t though.”

“Yeah? Cause we fucked?”

“Yeah, duh? Seriously, I don’t know if you noticed, but a bitch was horny tonight.”

“I couldn’t tell at all”, he says sarcastically and laughs.

You chuckle, snuggling closer to him.

“Sorry, sorry. I know I was wild”, you mumble, kissing his sweaty neck.

“It was perfect, don’t apologize. I love it when you’re like tonight. It’s so hot.”

“Good, cause you’ll be getting that again one day.”

“Good, I’m counting on it.”

You chuckle happily and so does Jungkook.

“We have to do so much cleaning though.”

“Can that wait? I want snuggies”, he says cutely.

“Of course, snuggies are the most important thing right now”, you promise him, nuzzling into him, “my cutie pattootie Googie Boogie Woogie Shoogie, love you so much, my sweetie.”

Jungkook giggles cutely, heart racing like crazy in his chest. Being loved by you is the best thing in his life!

#jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenario #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #sub!jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #sub!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan x you #fanfic: ogc

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reashot · 1 year

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Trouble with Baby.

Baby: Wahhhh!!!

Ruby: Oh no the baby is crying, what do we do?! 😵

Yang: Wow, wow! What are you looking at me for. I'm supposed to be the wild and irresponsible one, remember?

Blake: *ugghh* Would someone please do something about it. I'm trying to read here.

Weiss: I'm trying to find a nanny through this app. Is 3000 lien a week sounds reasonable to you girls?

Ruby: *smell something* Eww.... The baby just pooped! 😨

Baby: Wahhh!!!

Blake: And... That's my cue to bail out. Sorry sisters but this is where the bond of sisterhood absolutely doesn't matter.

Yang: Oh no you don't. You don't get to take the easy way out and run away like you usually do.

Weiss: Whose great idea was it to babysit other people's baby?

BY: *Points towards Ruby*

Ruby: *Gulp* But his parents are in the hospital right now and they need someone to watch over the baby for them in the meanwhile. 😣

Weiss: That doesn't mean it should be us. You dolt. There's must be someone more capable to take care of a baby.

Ruby: But everyone is busy with the Vytal festival. And I just can't say no. 🥺

Weiss: So instead you volunteer the entire team to take care of a baby without asking us before hand?

Ruby: Well what's done is done and you seems to forget the most important thing here. That someone still have to change the baby's diaper.

Weiss: Well it won't be me that's for sure.

Yang: Eeehhh. Is it too late to run away with you Blake?

Blake: I know I'm the last person that should say this but you can't run away from your responsibility.

Ruby: I can't believe you girls would just abandoned a baby like this. And you call your self a hero. 😠

Blake: Uh... No we never call ourselves that.

Weiss: Quit dragging us to your problem. And if you will excuse me I have a date with Neptune.

Yang: And I also gotta go do... Polishing my bike, I guess?

Baby: Wahhh!!!!!!!!!!!

Ruby: Wait please don't go! 😭

Jaune: Don't go where Ruby?

Ruby: Jaune. You came. 🤤 And why is Ciel holding your arm like that? 🤨

Ciel: Hello again Miss. Rose. As you can see Jaune and I are on a date together.

Ruby: D-d-date?! Both of you are on a date?! 😳

Jaune: What no. I'm just showing Ciel around the festival. And what is that smell?

Ruby: Uh I have a baby... I mean I'm taking care of someone's baby for a while. And I might have bitten off more than I can chew. 😞

Jaune: Ah I see. Well Ruby if you are having trouble taking care of the baby then I can help you with that.

Ruby: You sure? I don't want to trouble you or anything like that. 😟

Jaune: It's my pleasure Ruby. *effortlessly changes the Baby's diaper* All done. You are brave boy aren't you. Yes you are.

Baby: Yay!!

Yang: How do you know how to do that?

Jaune: Oh. I just have a lot of younger sibling growing up. So I'm expected to pick up the slack and help take care of them. Not limited to just changing diaper and that's include cooking, cleaning and other things. And I don't mind it because I really-really like babies.

RWBY+C: *The collective sounds of their uterus descending*

Blake: LEWD!!!

Weiss: No-no it can't be right I did not just think about Jaune like that...

Yang: Gods damn Vomit Boy. You got me worked up like when the time Ruby visit a gun store... Isn't that right Ruby... Eh, Ruby why are you looking like that?

Ruby: Heh... Heh.... Heh... Heh...

Jaune: Ruby are you feeling okay. Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?

Ruby: Yes... Yes... We can do it in the infirmary... I mean take me there. There's probably a clean bed we can use... I mean a bed you can put me in. (While I close the door behind you.) 😶‍🌫️

Ciel: Oh Jaune you are so nice to offer her. But I think she is too busy with the baby stuff. And you promised me first to show me around Vytal. And Jaune I think we should end the tour in my room. There's something I want to show you later. What do you say?

Jaune: Your room? I don't know what you are trying to show me, but okay. I'm sorry Ruby I have to finish giving Ciel a tour. Call me in my scroll if you need anymore help.

Ciel: Oh I think we would find it rather enjoyable. *turns towards Ruby* (Get a hint brat he's mine.)

Ruby: Stay away from him! I saw him first! 😡

Ciel: All is fair in love and war.

Baby: Wah!!!!!

Jaune: Stop it you two are scaring the baby!

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So the Rusted Knight reveal... Yeh. I think gonna write something about it.

So what do you guys think should my next post be Lancaster fluff or Angst? And by Angst I mean Angst - Angst. I mean heartbreaking and wrenching stuff here. The fluff is just okay.

#jaune x ciel #ciel x jaune #ciel soleil #jaune arc #lancaster #lancaster rwby #ruby rose #rwby #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #rwby lancaster #knighttime #rwby knighttime #knighttime rwby #daddy jaune

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icycoldninja · 2 months

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Can I request a cute Reader x MGR Raiden fic? I adore this man and I wanted to indulge on this shit please 🙏🥹🥹

Ooooh yes!!! Here you go and enjoy!

Pretty (MGR! Raiden X Reader)

"There we go," You chuckled, smoothing out the sheet mask over Raiden's face. "Absolutely beautiful." Raiden sighed, lifting the hand mirror you'd set on the table and glancing at his reflection.

"...Y/N," He began, staring at the ridiculous animal-themed face mask plastered to his skin. "What made you think this was a good fit for me?"

"Aw, come on!" You giggled, throwing your arms out. "It's cute!"

"Cute isn't me," Raiden grumbled, setting down the mirror and folding his metal arms. "Besides, what's even the purpose of this thing? I only have skin on half my face."

"It's cute," You repeated, picking up a hairbrush. "Now, sit still." Raiden responded with a loud groan, but made no attempts to move or stop you. After reaching the back of the chair, you began brushing out his shiny blonde hair, taking your time to detangle each silky lock. Once you were done, you gathered his hair up into two bunches and tied them up into pigtails.

"What are you doing?" Raiden growled, as you clipped little pink bows onto the elastic hair ties.

"Making you look even cuter," You responded, tugging on his pigtails to make sure they were secure. "Alright, time for the nails." Raiden let out another exasperated groan and shifted his position, crossing his legs and frowning, though the frown was only half visible thanks to his metal chin.

"Do ya really gotta do this?" Raiden grumbled, eyeing you with skepticism.

"Yes!" You replied, snatching his metal hands and laying them out on the table. "You have beautiful long nails--it'd be a crime to not paint them!"

"Fine," Raiden mumbled, rolling his visible eye. "Just get it over with--and no glitter."

"Argh, but glitter looks the best," You protested, unscrewing the cap of a nail polish bottle.

"Ok..." Raiden agreed, reluctantly. "Just not too much, alright?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep it...moderate." You assured him, taking the nail polish brush and delicately brushed the liquid onto his nails. You worked quickly but carefully, taking great care not to get any polish on the sides of his fingers. You also made sure to paint his nails in dark colors, since he preferred those over bright pastels--though you would have liked to see him sporting neon pink talons.

"We done yet?" Raiden asked, after about 20 minutes. By now you were indeed finished; Raiden's titanium claws were now several different shades of red and indigo, complete with streaks of glitter.

"All done," You nodded, tightening the top on the nail polish bottle and grinning. "Now we can take the mask off, too." Raiden huffed a relieved sigh and leaned over for you to peel the sheet mask off. Though he had very little skin left on his face, what was there was now glowing. "You look great!" You exclaimed, beaming. With an expression reminiscent of an exhausted single mom, Raiden wearily lifted the hand mirror again and studied himself. He looked at his radiant skin, pigtailed hair, and saw his glistening nails wrapped around the mirror's handle.

"I look...pretty." He muttered slowly, as if the words were some sort of ancient spell. "I look...very pretty."

"You do," You agreed, nodding proudly at your handiwork.

"Thanks," Raiden said, his voice very low. "This was...nice."

"Would you maybe like to do it again sometime next week?" You asked, hopefully. "We could make this a weekly thing--next time you could do my nails too."

"Sounds good," Raiden acceded, shrugging. "Next week's good." And with that, he put the mirror down, stood up, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and hurried off, most likely to go admire himself secretly in front of the bathroom mirror.

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pearbunny · 10 months

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the bucket list ✘ [four]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of death in later chapters, overarching theme of mental health, eventual smut.

word count: ~4.2k

chapter content: mentions of food, a little bit of angst, wedding ceremonies, minor side characters that you'll never meet again.

author's note: this one kind of got away from me after staring at it and not knowing what to write for 2 whole weeks. it started at 300 words, then went to 3.2 before being proof read. then after proof reading... i got it to 4k+. makes sense.

“Let’s do the wedding one.” Jisung lays on the couch, looking over the list, his legs over one of the arm rests.

You had come home late in the evening after grabbing dinner at a barbecue place. You both showered to get the smell off of you and met up in the living room.

“Is that what the bucket list says?”

“Yeah, right here.” He points at the item on the list, it was number 42.

“Do you know anyone having a wedding?” You look back down at your left hand, finishing up the polish on your pinky finger

“No,” Jisung swings his legs over and sits up properly, looking over your shoulder at your nails. “But if I did, it wouldn’t really be crashing a wedding now would it.”

“I guess not,” You stretch your arm away, examining your nails from afar. “But how would we find a wedding to crash then?”

Jisung shuts the leather bound notebook with a soft thud, “Well, here in Korea, weddings are pretty common and public. There are venues that host 3 to 5 weddings a day.”

“Five?!” You blow on your nails to try and quicken the drying process. “Is the wedding business here just… stream lined?”

He nods and grabs the bottle of polish from the table and shakes it. He takes the brush out and tilts his head at the color. “Can I try?”

You turn your head to him with a raised brow, “Depends… are we going to Crash A Wedding tomorrow?”

Jisung smirks at you. He knows that you just agreed to the next item to cross off the list. “I promise I won’t mess up.” He places the nail polish back on the table next to your hand.

A smile forms on your lips and your eyes linger on him for a beat longer than necessary before you start to work on your other hand. “Fine, but try not to get it all over my fingers.”

Excitedly, Jisung drops to sit on the floor next to you. He gently takes your non-painted hand in his and positions it to be in front of him on the table. You shift your body towards him accordingly.

“So, I do know a couple of wedding venues, I pass by them on the way to work all the time. We can just wait around to see when people start entering. We gotta blend in.” Jisung dips the brush into the polish and wipes off the excess on the side of the bottle’s mouth. “But people here will sometimes show up in jeans and sneakers so… It shouldn’t be that hard.”

You watch as he places the brush on your pinky nail. You sneak a glance at him and you couldn’t help but find him cute. His lips are parted in concentration, eyes almost cross-eyed as he stares at your nail, careful not to get any of the polish on your skin. He’s hunched over to bring himself closer to his task at hand.

After he successfully paints one singular nail, he leans back and stretches, a proud smile on his lips. “But with how I’m going to paint these nails, we should dress up. These babies are going to look too good to be in jeans and some sneakers.”

You roll your eyes and bring your hand closer to you to inspect the nail he had just finished. “You know, back home, weddings are a huge deal.”

Jisung grabs your hand back and places it on the table, tsking at you. “Like, in that show Friends?”

You laugh a little bit and shrug your shoulders. “Yeah, exactly. Some girls have dreamt about it since they were little. Choosing the colors and the venue, how many bridesmaids they’ll have.Their grand entrances, a photoshoot that they’ll have before the wedding while they’re getting ready.”

Jisung is working on your pinky nail now. “Were you one of those little girls?”

“Did I dream of my big wedding day?”

He makes a noise similar to a lazy ‘mhmm’, too focused to speak coherently.

You take a moment to think about the question. There’s a small lopsided smile on your lips as your shoulders sag a bit with a sigh. “I used to be.”

“Used to be?”

“Yeah.”

“What happened?”

“Mmm,” you pause again, trying to gather your thoughts. “I wanna say that I used to be that girl, or maybe something like it. I had really big dreams. I wanted to be a princess, never a queen because being a queen meant I had to rule a kingdom.” You chuckle briefly at your 5 year old self. “I wanted to go into outer space and ride on a shooting star, swim with mermaids, be the person to end world hunger.. But then life got…” You thought of the best way to describe it without oversharing and burdening Jisung. You weren’t there in your friendship yet. “...hard.” You shake your head quickly and replace the pensive look on your face with a soft expression and smile. “But I’m working through it.”

Jisung finally looks up at you, now done with two additional nails. He only has your index finger and thumb left. “I’m glad that you’re working through it.” His brows furrow as he concentrates back on your nails. “But the important thing to remember is that it’s okay to not be okay sometimes. Some days will be harder and that’s okay, too. It’s not a steady path upwards, there will be lulls in your progress, but as long as you strive to keep going up, then that’s okay. Go at your own pace.”

You nod slowly and he can see it from his peripherals. He gives you a very slight smile, one that isn’t big enough to reach his eyes. It almost looks somber. You wonder if he was giving you advice or if he was giving himself that advice. Either way, you’re grateful. “Thanks, Jisung.”

Jisung takes your hand in his so that he can paint your thumb. You watch his face while he finishes up. Your eyes fall on his ‘chocolate chip’ and you inwardly cringe, remembering what you had said earlier in the day at the park. Recalling the memory makes your cheeks heat up again.

He takes your hand and blows gently on the nails. “Finished! How did I do?!”

“You did great, Jisung!” You ignore the little bit of pale lavender polish he got on the cuticle of your ring finger. You could tell with how much effort he had put into it, he would be devastated.

The next morning, after your shower and makeup, you had laid your options of dresses on your bed. You started tapping your foot, arms crossed over your chest.

“Han Jisung!” You call out to your temporary roommate.

Jisung comes running, hair wet after just recently getting out of the shower. He slides into your room, almost falling over in the process. “What what? Everything okay?”

You don’t even spare him a look. “I can’t decide which dress to wear.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, glad he didn’t have to kill a spider or a bug. He looks at the dresses on the bed. “Between these two?”

You nod, “Yeah, I usually bring a fancier dress on my trips just in case.”

“In case what?”

“Just in case I decide to crash a wedding with someone I met four days ago.” You finally turn your eyes to him, a playful smile on your lips as you joke.

He laughs and rolls his eyes before contemplating on the dresses.

The first dress was a light gray-blue satin long bell sleeved dress with a decent v-neck line, buttons going from the bottom part of the V to the end of the wide belt like waist that would help cinch you in at your smallest part of your midsection. It flared out at your hips and hugged your thighs, then flared out again at your legs for a perfect mermaid fit.

The second dress was also satin, but this time green and cap-sleeved. Like the dress before, it had a v-neck line with little frills at the hem with matching frills at the bottom hem. This one also cinched at the waist and hips and from there just flowed down to your ankles.

“I like the blue one.” When you look back at Jisung, he’s got his chin in his hand like he had been thinking long and hard about it.

“But this one’s back is so pretty!” You pick up the green dress to show him the back. It’s an open back with a green tie that criss-crosses across it.

“Ooo…” He nods his head a couple of times. “Okay, that one then.”

You sigh frustratingly and drop the green dress back on the bed and pick up the blue dress, putting it against your body. “But doesn't this one make me look like a sexy rich woman?”

He squints at you, making a face that says ‘Why did you even ask me’. “Then that one.”

You groan and sit down on the bed. “Okay, well why did you pick this one first then?”

Jisung shrugs his shoulders effortlessly. “I just liked it.”

Good enough for you.

You stand up quickly and push him out of your room, shutting the door behind him. “The blue one it is!”

Even through the closed door, you could hear him call out to you while he makes his way back into his room to get ready. “Glad I could help!”

You slip out of your home clothes and into the blue satin dress, pulling the invisible zipper up on the right side of the dress under your arm. It fits you like a glove. The satin feels soft and cool on your skin and as you run your hands on the dress to smooth out any wrinkles, you can feel the slight difference of texture of the white floral print.

You stare at your reflection in the full length mirror. The sleeves were the showstopper of the dress: puffy, extravagant, pooled at your wrists. Though the dress was definitely on the moderate side, it made you feel confident and attractive and that’s honestly all that mattered whenever you picked your outfits.

You pulled your hair behind you and decided that wearing your hair in a bun would showcase the v neckline. With an unimaginable amount of bobby pins and hair spray, you managed to get your hair to stay in place. To accessorize, you put on some small hoop earrings and thin silver bands on your fingers, one on each hand.

“Y/N!” Jisung’s voice catches you by surprise.

You pop your head out from your room and find Jisung in a black suit and an black undone tie hanging around the collar of his neck. You shake your head and meet him in the living room, getting up close to help him with his tie.

He leans his head back slightly, watching you as you loop the tie over itself. “How do you know how to tie a tie?”

You fasten the tie up and bring the knot up closer to his neck. “My dad can’t tie his ties either.” You smile at him and fold the collar down over the tie. “All set,” You pat his chest and brush off the shoulders of his sports jacket.

He watches you for a beat, lost in thought about things you’ve said recently, imagining you and your life back home. He’s only met you four days ago and there’s a whole life you have back at home. Taking himself out of his thoughts, he clears his throat then grabs something out of his pocket. It's a chunky silver chain bracelet. He holds it up to you and gives you a wide awkward grin. “Please?”

You help him put his bracelet on, then take a step back to fully assess how Jisung looked in front of you.

He had on a basic black suit, a clean and crisp white collared dress shirt with a skinny black tie. He had mismatching earrings, one dangly cross, the other a thin hoop, both silver to match the chain bracelet. His hair was styled in a slight wave, his longer bits at the front of his face styled away from his face to expose a bit of his forehead. It felt a little weird to see him so done up compared to how he usually looked. But a good kind of weird.

“You look good, Jisung.”

“Thanks! You…” He takes a step back to take the image of you in. His eyebrows raise as he struggles to find the words. “You look…”

You can’t help but blush as his eyes literally roam your figure. You do a little twirl in front of him and laugh nervously, “Yeah, yeah. I know, I clean up well.” You scurry back into your room and quickly come back out, holding out a piece of jewelry to him. “Can you help put this on me?” It was a very small and dainty chain with a very simple circular pendant.

Jisung takes the necklace from your hands and you turn around for him. He brings the necklace over your head from behind and drapes it against your decolletage, clasping it behind your neck. He plays with the extra chain that dangles from the clasp a bit and runs a finger down your neck.

He clears his throat. “Your tattoo is healing nicely.”

Your own hand gently grazes the new tattoo and you spin around to look at him. “Thanks..”

You two stare at each other for a moment before you will yourself to break eye contact. “We should get going.”

Jisung holds his hand out to help you out of the taxi that you both took to get to the venue. You made your way into the fancy hotel and there were many people in the lobby, all of them dressed like they were wedding guests of some sort.

There‘s a hum of chatter that causes you to lean a little closer to Jisung, “Are you sure we won’t get caught?”

Jisung leans his head down, bringing his mouth close to your ear. “We won’t. At least not until after the ceremony. We’ll just sit somewhere in the back. We’ll only get caught by the parents of the bride and groom. They’re usually the one that have a say over the majority of the guest list anyway.”

Suddenly, a man and woman who are slightly older than you come up to you and Jisung. They smile politely at you and you offer them a nod of your head.

“Hi, I’m Homin and this is my girlfriend, Bo-hyeon.” The man gestures to the petite woman on his arm.

“I’m Jisung and this is…” Jisung looks at you, expecting you to fill in the blank.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bo-Hyeon smiles wider. “How do you know Jung Kwon and Hyeseon?”

Your eyes nervously shift to Jisung, who looks just as lost as you do. It doesn’t take much to connect that Jung Kwon and Hyeseon were the bride and groom. You decide to take the lead on this one. “Ah, Jung Kwon’s mom knows Jisung’s mom from when they were younger.”

Jisung nods and his expression calms. “Yes, they lived in the same neighborhood until I was 2 and my mom and dad moved to Malaysia for my dad’s work. We recently moved to Busan and well… You know.” He laughs, playing the role of the child that was invited and showed up for formality and optics.

Your brain was drawing a mental map of the backstory Jisung was whipping up. You simply nod, still trying to keep up. “What about you?”

Homin gestures with his hand to a large group of people behind him. “We work in the same company and Hyeseon actually was the one who introduced me to Bo-heyon.”

The doors to one of the halls open up and a voice announces over the speakers that the wedding is about to begin. A large group of people slowly start to file into the hall.

“We’ll see you inside.” Homin leads his girlfriend in following his work group.

“Well, let’s definitely not sit next to them, too many questions will get us in trouble.” Jisung takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. You don’t have much time to think about the butterflies in your stomach because he’s maneuvering both of you to the seats near the back.

It wasn’t like the typical wedding hall that you were used to. There were no rows of chairs, instead there were just long tables that lined the pathway to the main stage where you assumed the ceremony would take place.

You sit in your chairs and nod and smile at people who you definitely don’t know. A couple of people come up to you and Jisung and even tell you things like “It’s been so long since the last time we’ve talked! Good to see you again!” and “Oh wow, we’ve got to catch up later, it’s been forever!”

“Oh wow,” You slumped back into your chair, leaning against Jisung slightly. “You really weren’t kidding; we are for sure not getting caught.”

Everyone in their seats stood up to welcome the wedding party: the groom, his parents, the brides maids and men, and finally the bride herself. The whole ordeal was so fancy, complete with a string quartet playing music for the bridal march. Flowers littered the aisle, the ceilings, the tables the guests were sitting at. You’re really glad that you took Jisung’s advice before you left the apartment to take a zyrtec.

The bride was beautiful and you could tell that she was really looking forward to this day. Once she was at the end of the aisle with the groom, everyone sat down.

Jisung leans over to you and whispers, “How do you think they met?”

You purse your lips and try not to laugh at the made up scenario you had in your head, “I bet you they reached for the same spam can at the grocery mart.”

Jisung rubs his nose with his knuckle, fighting back the playful smile on his lips, “Maybe it was the last one. I think they fought over it.”

You look at him with a raised brow. “You think so?”

He nods. “Oh absolutely. She probably needed it for a dinner she promised someone and he probably had nothing to eat and could only afford the spam.”

You shake your head, your eyes going back to the ceremony in front of you. “If he had enough money for a can of spam, he could have gotten something else.”

“Wow, Y/N. Whose side are you on?” He leans back into his chair and drapes his arm around the back of your chair, getting comfortable. “He didn’t want to buy Ramyun, he wanted that can of spam. Plus, if he didn’t fight over that spam, he wouldn’t have met the love of his life.”

You smile and mull over the possibility of fate playing a role in the couple’s make believe meet-cute while you pay attention to the rest of the ceremony.

The parents were doing some sort of custom with the bride and groom and you bite the inside of your cheek when you see the mother of the bride give her daughter a long hug. Like you had mentioned to Jisung, you weren’t one to get invested and emotional over weddings, but maybe you had changed in the last couple of years, maybe it was because now you were an adult and you were growing closer to an age where marriage was expected, even if your dad never pressured you. Maybe it was because you misse–

Jisung’s hand finds its way to your shoulder when he feels you tense up. It brings you out of your thoughts and you’re unsure if it was intentional or if it was a subconscious act on his part, but you’re thankful for it. You reach across your body to take Jisung’s hand and give it a grateful squeeze.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

You and Jisung stood up to join the other guests and cheer for the new marriage. The food comes out and everyone is seated again. The sound of silverware clink against each other while everyone chats idly. Your table mates make small talk with you after exchanging names.

“How did you and Jisung meet?”

You look over to Jisung who looks back to you. You blush and it causes Jisung to laugh.

“She, uh, she gave me flowers.”

You shoot him an incredulous look, surprised at the honesty.

“She gave you flowers?” Chaeryeong, the woman who sat across from you asked.

Her friend that she had brought along with her, Ryujin, laughed as she cut into her steak.”Oh come on, you couldn’t muster up the courage yourself? You waited for her to make the first move?”

You shake your head, “Actually. I didn’t even know him. It was one of the items on the bucket list I’m doing.”

“That is so cute and romantic!” Chaeryeong gushes at the both of you.

Ryujin gasps. “Please tell me he’s gotten you flowers since then.”

You dramatically look towards Jisung’s direction and raise a brow at him. “I don’t know, Han Jisung. Have you gotten me flowers since then?”

Jisung chuckles nervously and looks away, “I just haven’t had the chance to.”

Charyeong looks like she’s about to say something, but she wipes her mouth with her napkin and stands up, waving over at an elderly couple. Ryujin notices this too and does the same.

Simultaneously, Jisung and you look over and panic starts to settle on both of your faces.You both stand, but for a different reason than the two girls across from you. You both gather your things, whispering to each other.

“Jisung, I haven’t even finished my food!”

“Well if they see us,” He’s shout-whispering at you at this point. He grabs your purse that you had dropped to the floor in your haste, “They’ll know we weren’t invited.”

You grab the glass on the table by your plate and down it in one go. Next to you Jisung takes one last bite full of his steak before he ushers you out of the venue. You fail to make a graceful exit, knocking over a couple of flower arrangements. You refuse to look back, already embarrassed. If anything, you quicken your pace and you can hear Jisung behind you struggling to keep up with you.

Outside the venue now, you take a beat to catch your breath and toss a look over your shoulder, but what you see is a couple of middle aged men chasing after Jisung who takes your hand and pulls you down the street.

“They know they know they know!”

You’re running behind Jisung as he drags you further and further, laughing at the ridiculous situation.

You're sitting on a curb outside of a convenience store with the length of your dress bunched up in your lap. Next to you Jisung opens up a wrapper of a frozen treat and hands the ice cream bar to you.

You smile and take the dessert by the stick while he opens his own. “Thanks, Jisung.”

Jisung places the wrappers in a plastic bag on his side. “For what?”

You look past the tall buildings into the sky, the sunset painting it with hues of oranges and pinks. “For helping me with the bucket list.” You take a bite of ice cream.

“Yeah well, you’ve got a lot of items on your list. We gotta get through a bunch together during your stay here to even begin to put a dent in it.”

“Hey, stop hating on the bucket list!” You huff, playfully, and think back to the wedding. You laugh out loud, playfully hitting Jisung’s shoulder with the back of your hand to get his attention. “I can’t believe they legitimately chased us out.”

Jisung laughs with you. “I wanted more of that steak.”

You take a bit of your ice cream before it melts. “I wanted to stay for the dancing.”

Jisung also takes a bite of his own ice cream, but stuffs it to the side of his cheeks. He winces and his face puckers up. “Ack, brain freeze!” He rubs at his temples while you laugh at him. Once the brain freeze passes, Jisung shakes his head at you. “There probably wasn’t going to be any dancing anyway.”

“No dancing!?” You pout at him, a little bit of the ice cream on the corner of your mouth and lips.

“Nope,” Jisung grabs a napkin from his jacket pocket and dabs it at your lips. “Not really a Korean wedding tradition. But I'm sure I’ll have other chances to ask you to dance.” After he’s done wiping your mouth for you, he goes back to eating his ice cream casually.

Nevermind the loud thumping of your heart, the sweat forming on your palms, your inability to form a coherent sentence. You could only stare as he finished his ice cream.

ending author's notes: i ended up making a spotify playlist to procrastinate motivate me to finish this chapter. maybe i'll share it with you when we're mostly done with the series! Oh, also, have you guys ever noticed a difference in the way Jisung talks about the bucket list and the way m/c does?

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