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wreckingtickles · 3 months

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How the Time Tables

Edward Elric meets a fan.

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I dropped the ball at the end, I am so sorry.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Edward had been shouting his head off since the moment he'd opened his eyes, finding himself surrounded by an endless, featureless white expanse. More concerning was the fact that even if there had been a reason to turn around, he couldn't: he was kneeling on some kind of surface padded with purple cushions, his arms raised over his head, dangling from chains secured to nothing, and he could feel padded stocks around his ankles, his feet dangling under his ass. He couldn't even scrunch them - elastic chords pulled his big toes back.

He was startled when he felt a saccharine voice behind him.

"Dear Tama, The Auction would like to thank you for your continued support. Please, accept the enclosed as a token of our appreciation for your patronage as well as expertise. We hope it is to your liking."

The voice chuckled gleefully. "They're so sweet! Aren't they sweet?"

"Who the hell are you?! What did you do to me?!" he snapped, struggling to break free.

Tama was beyond delighted. The pipsqueak was adorable with his long blond hair whipping from side to side, but his well-defined musculature made him more than just cute. And he was perfectly vulnerable, bare-chested and barefoot, at her mercy, or lack thereof.

"Don't worry honey, you'll be back in your own canon in no time. I'm just going to have a little bit of fun first."

"What kind of f-fuHUCK!" burst out of him when he felt a pair of long, manicured nails prod at his left flank. He hadn't heard the woman approach, but thankfully the assault lasted less than a second.

"Stop that, I'll punch you into next Thursday, you hag!" he yelled, twisting to try to turn around, and failing to capture more than just a vague outline of the tall, yellow-garbed woman towering behind him.

A moment passed. Then, "Hehehhehehy I shahahaid stohhohop you crahahahazy wihihihitcch!!!"

Uncontrollable titters spilled out of Ed as two sets of fingernails were now skittering up and down his sides, gliding kiss-light along the sensitive skin, and eliciting peal after peal of indignant cackles. "Hahahahahaha!!! Cuhuhuhut ihihihit ohohohout Ill behehheat youohoho uhuhahahahahhahaahahahah!!!"

A few moments later than she'd intended - his reactions were too adorable - Tama switched to squeezing his sides and hipbone, and though that did elicit plenty of high-pitched squeaks that Ed despised with all of himself, it was clear that it wasn't as bad as her nails, so, naturally, she switched back to her previous method, interspersing the occasional squeeze to keep him on his toes. The result was Ed's laughter rising by an octave not even a minute after she'd started.

"Hahahahahahah youohohoh bihahahahahahaaha NO NOHOT THahAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAH hahahaahahah!!"

Tama chuckled. It was cute that he was still trying to speak, but even cuter to see him go from insults to protests. It was also interesting that sloooowly dragging her nails proved more effective than administering quick scritches, as confirmed by his frantic thrashing and incoherent objections.

After a couple of minutes, her nails migrated up, towards his ribs. From the way the pitch of his laughter lowered angrily, she could quickly tell were not as sensitive, but there was something infinitely gratifying about seeing him try to reflexively jump up when her fingernails lingered on his bottom ribs a moment too long.

"Leheheheht meheheh goho youho frehEHEK!!! Noho dohohont do thHAHAAH!! Hahahahaahahah!!"

Next she tested his toned abs, starting with the same method she'd used on his sides, but she quickly realized that applying slightly more pressure rewarded her with the most satisfying squeaking cackles.

"Now, where should I try next?" she whispered in his ear, addressing him for the first time since she'd started. "Pits or feet?"

"Hahahaha haheheeheheheh neheheheehehithehahahahaha IHIHAHaah'll kiihihiihihhiihl y-"

"Feet it is."

And just like that, her nails ravaged his downturned soles. She gave them the royal treatment: she tested his heels, arches, the balls of his feet, his toes - the stems, pads, right under, in-between - and even his instep and the sides, which proved more sensitive than either of them imagined. In particular, going light on his toes had him let out these adorable tiny "eeps!", while pressing her thumbs into the very center of his arches resulted in deep belly laughter; but Tama found gently tickling the sides of his feet to be even more entertaining, because while they weren't as sensitive, they seemed to piss Ed off even more, like he resented a "minor" spot like that could feel so ticklish.

By the time she was done, his face was beet-red and a layer of perspiration had coated his skin, but still she did not relent, and when he felt her nails in his underarms he realized that it could in fact, get worse.

"GHAHAHAHHAHAH!! HAHAHAHH STAHAHHAHAHAHAAPP!!! I CAHAHHAAHAHN'T BREEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHTHEEE!!!"

"Just a minute, dear."

Her gentle raking at his hollows had him trying to burst out of his own chest Alien-style, or so Tama surmised from the desperate arc of his back, but that only spurred her on.

A few minutes or so after tears filled his eyes and his hair began to stick to his forehead, he felt the torturous nails finally leave his trapped form. He slumped in his bonds, taking deep breaths.

"Congrats sweetie, you've made it through the test round! I'm so proud of you!" tittered Tama, clapping her hands. "Wow, these charts are really accurate! And what're these for? Oh, that's interesting, I thought it would be for your tummy or your feet, but... do you want to guess?"

Edward had been focusing on recovering his breath, but mostly making a show of it as he tried to figure out a way out of his exceedingly weird predicament. Hoping it would buy him a few more seconds, he answered, "No. But I'm sure you can't wait to tell me."

And that was when the legions of hell struck, feeling like a myriad feathers swiping back and forth on his sides.

Edward had never felt anything like that. It was just a pair of feather dusters, but he thought he could feel every single plume bend against and crawl on his skin, lighting his nerves on fire.

"OOOOOOH MMMMMYYYY GAAAAAAAAHWHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHA AHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!"

"Ow, it sounds like it tickles a lot! Does it... tickle more than your feet?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHA!!! FUHHAHAHAHAHACK YOHOHOHUUUUHUHAHAHAH HAHAAHAHHHAHAHAHA!!!!"

"But I really gotta know, I can't stop until you tell me!"

Tama was no stranger to teasing. She knew full well that a headstrong lee would be dead set on not telling her if her stopping meant that he'd conceded something. And she was counting on it.

"GEHEHEHET BEHEHEHEHNNNT!!! NONONONOHAHAHHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA!!!! WHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHIIIIHIHT!!!"

"Mh, guess I have no choice but to continue!" she mock-sighed as she doubled her efforts to make Ed cry.

But she may have underestimated either how flustered he was or how much it tickled, because only a few moments after a wheezing fit he yelled "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEHSSSS!!! WOOOHOHORSSSE!!! IHIHIT'S WOHOHOHOHORSSEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! STOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!!!"

"But of course! Silly me, your sides were already more sensitive than your feet, it was a no-brainer!" she mused out loud without letting up her strokes one bit. "Next question! Does it... tickle more than your armpits?"

"SSHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHHITTT!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! YEHEHEHSS!!! YEHEHEHEHHEHEHEEEEEEEHEHEHEHESSSS!!!"

"So would you rather I go back to tickling your pits?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA!!!! FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOUUU FREHEHEHEHEHHEAAAAAKKK!!!!"

"You aren't giving me much of a choice, are you?"

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHO!!!! OKOKOHHHHOKAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYYY!!! FUHUHUCKING WHHAHAHAHAHTEHEHEHEVR JUHUHUHHUST STOOOHOHOHOHOOOOOPPP!!!"

After a few more passes of the dusters for good luck, Tama did give the poor shrimp a breather as she began to pore over the rest of her kit.

"Fucking... piehece ohof..." Ed trailed off as he tried to quench the burning in his lungs, blinking away the moisture in his eyes.

Tama ignored him, giving him a few more moments to recover as she finished up her reading.

Then, she put down the instruction manual and asked, "Now, where should I go next? Tummy or pits?"

"Tummy!" exclaimed Ed before he could stop himself, the childish word leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

"Tummy it is! Good pick, cutiepie! But when should I tickle your tummy?" she asked pensively.

"Never," he grunted, earning a chuckle.

"Oh no no, my nails are about to play with your tum-tum real soon, but your tum-tum when?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

His anger drowned out the sound of rustling paper.

"It says here your tummy was the most sensitive when you were six. So that's when!" she trilled, and Ed heard the faint clicking sound of a dial being rotated three times.

"These charts go waaaay back! Before your brush with human alchemy, your worst spots were your tummy and your feet. But that changed as you grew up, when you got your automails, and also when and after you got your arm and leg back!" exposited Tama as she inched closer to Edward, the sound of her encroaching voice reminding him that he should break out of his bonds asap. Too bad the plot won't allow it.

"Ready or not, here I come!" she hummed, allowing him to see her hands close in on him from either side before her long, painted nails became acquainted with his abs again; but despite her technique, pressure, movements being the same, it somehow felt worse than before.

"Oooh, is it bad? How bad is it?"

Tama's cheerful curiosity was doing a number on Edward's self-control. Yes, it was bad, and it was taking him every ounce of his focus not to burst there and then. Just what the hell was going on?

"Is that a smile I seeee? I think soooo!"

"Ssh-Suhut y-your f-!"

He was about to burst, it would have been so easy to push him over the edge by switching spots, or picking up the pace... but Tama had seen FMA: Brotherhood.

"What's wrong? Is the widdle guy too ticklish for Tama?"

"I'm! Nohot! LihihihihiHIHIHTTLEEHEHEHEHEE!!! AAAAHAHHA Ahahahah hahaha ahahahaha hahahahah AHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHA!!"

Too easy.

"But you are! You're my fun-sized lovely tiggle toy! Tiggle tiggle tiggle!"

"NNNNAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! Dohohon't tehehehase mehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!" he protested, trying to sound intimidating, but only succeeded in being far too cute for Tama to cut him any slack.

"Eheheheheheh!!! SHIHIHIHIHTT!!! HahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA hahahahahahahaha!!!"

It wasn't as unbearable as when Tama was going after his sides or even his pits, but it was... befuddling. He hadn't been that ticklish there before. Was there a grain of truth to her lunatic ramblings? If so, what else could she do?

As he gleefully cackled his head off, unwanted memories of tickle fights with his brother came flooding in. They wouldn't be too long-lived, however, because Tama did stop shortly after. Not out of mercy, no: there was so much more, and so much worse in store, she couldn't have him deplete his energy yet.

As he got his breath, muttering a few curses under it, Tama happily studied his charts.

There were a couple of twin peaks, he second highest, which started growing all the way back since his first attempt at human alchemy. When he lost his limbs, the remaining ones had gotten more sensitive. So Tama had set her eyes on the moment his right foot and left underarm were at their most ticklish, more than they had any right to be.

She turned the dial.

"Wh-what was that? What did you do?!" asked Ed, suddenly shooting up to attention as he heard the sound that preceded disaster again.

He didn't hear her come up behind him, but he heard her voice next to his ear as she stooped down to say, "Now I'm going to be mean for a little while."

Then her nails struck, and Edward couldn’t understand anything anymore.

First, Tama decided to explore, starting from his left pit. Her nails covered the whole surface at first, just to have him in hysterics from the get-go, then she began to look for the perfect storm. She tried quick scratches, she tried dragging her nail lightly, she even tried using her knuckles in the middle of his hollows.

Ed’s hysteria was constant, but it was easy to tell what worked best. Pressing hard with her knuckles worked best right under his pits, while dragging her nails around the outer ridges had him expel that furious laughter that Tama found so endearing – the last gasps of an ego she’d soon break. But it was no mystery that the absolute worst for poor Edward came when the sharp nails unleashed a dance of quick scribbles on the top part of his armpit, and then in the very center. That caused Edward to start wheezing before the sensation became too overwhelming for anything less than screaming laughter.

“GHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!! OHOHO MYHYHHYY GOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Satisfied with the level of hysteria she’d extracted from his upperbody, Tama shifted her attention to his right foot, which she’d been blindly scratching at until that moment, curling her fingers upward as the downturned sole tried and failed to escape her touches, the toe restraints keeping it perfectly smooth and vulnerable for her.

Unfortunately for Ed, she’s already been using one of the most effective methods without realizing: dragging her nails up and down his arch. But that did not dissuade her from painstakingly exploring every other part of his foot, from the heel, to the instep, to the ball, to the side, to the toes.

She found that only the base of his toes garnered a reaction as strong as his arch, so she targeted both to keep him from getting too accustomed to the sensation.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! STHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHP!!! YOU GOHAHAHTTA STOHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAPPP!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHSEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Too bad his pleas were so precious, Tama wanted to hear a lot more. So, she kept tickling him, targeting his most sensitive spots with the worst possible method for as long as she could before suddenly moving to a different spot, never letting Ed get used to the tickling. She drank in his laughter as it rose in pitch and grew more wheezing, she watched the desperate intensity of his fight diminish at every unceasing touch, his face and chest turning deep red and his hair becoming ever more disheveled. He gradually stopped protesting and pleading, first to save energy, then because he had none left to do anything other than laugh.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Tama considered playing games with him, asking him questions he would struggle to answer in the off-chance it’d get her to leave his pit or foot alone, but he was in no condition to understand her, and she also found that she wanted to keep devoting all her attention to making every single touch of hers the most excruciating it could be.

Edward was rather resilient, which allowed Tama to get her fill before his vision began to fill with red spots; at that point, she could tell that she had to stop. She stepped away from him, and he slumped in his bonds, eyes closed as he pumped air in and out of his lungs.

“Poor dearie, I’ve really worn you out, haven’t I?” cooed Tama, knowing he wasn’t going to reply. The poor guy had no idea he hadn’t seen the worst of it yet.

She made her way back to the charts and turned the dial.

“N-No! Noho more!” pleaded Edward.

“Oh sweetie, don’t worry, you can rest a bit! We got time,” she reassured as if she wasn’t the one tormenting him. If he’d been able to see the baby oil and detailing brush on the table, would he have understood what they were for?

“Do you know at what point in your life you were at your most ticklish?” she asked. Then, to sweeten the deal, “I might be nicer if you guess right!”

Ed took his time answering, as they both knew he was stalling to regain his breath. “When… whan I was a child… before the automail. At… 6 years old?”

Tama tutted. “No no no! All in all, you’re more ticklish now than when you were a child. No, it was right after you regained your limbs. Which means…”

She pressed her fingertip – just one, lightly – into the center of his right underarm.

Edward shrieked. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

Tama had seen it on the chart, but seeing it in practice was a whole another matter, her eyes filling with glee; conversely, Edward was left in a state of utter denial at what had just left his mouth, at the utterly searing sensation that burst its way into his brain from that single touch. It was as if those nerves were brand new, and having never felt anything before, they didn’t know how to dial down their feedback one bit.

“That doesn’t bode well for you,” she chuckled. “Tell you want. Since you’re so adorable, I’ll play a game with you. If you win, I’ll let you go right away.”

“And if I lose?”

“I tickle you until you pass out. Which I was going to do anyway.”

“…What’s the game?”

Tama beamed. “I’m going to write something on your foot with this marker. Winde it’s just one word, you get one guess! Now, pay attention.”

She uncapped the red marker. As soon as the thin tip touched down on the heel of his left foot, Edward’s whole body spasmed as if he was being electrocuted. “FUUUUUUUHUCK!”

Tama giggled. “Ok, brace yourself. First letter…”

A scream accompanied the first line she drew. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!”

Ed thrashed, bucked, convulsed, but there was nothing he could do to get his foot away from the lines the marker drew next, or from making the sensation manageable in any way. “AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! NAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAH!!!”

He’d actually felt somewhat confident about this game – if he was that sensitive, there was no way he wouldn’t feel what she was writing, right? Unfortunately, the sensation was so intense that it completely overloaded his thinking, making him unable to focus on what exactly was being written. Tama had also been sneaky about it, because most of the word she’d written on his arch after starting on a slightly less sensitive spot.

“Almost done!” sang Tama as she finished the last letter. “So?”

Ed had no idea. No, he couldn’t withstand any more tickling, he had to get it right. She had started with, with a series of straight lines, yes, and then some curvier ones? And he was almost positive they repeated themselves…

“Five seconds,” she trilled.

“Moon!” he yelled. Tama said nothing. “Is, is that right?”

He heard her walk away, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He heard the sound of a bottle opening, then its contents being squirted out. A wet rubbing of hands, and Tama’s steps came up behind him again.

“I’m sorry, the correct answer was ‘EGG’” she answered as she pressed her palms into his right pit and against the graffiti’d surface of his left foot.

“Please, stop, I can’t take it, I caAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GYAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

Pure madness, his begging obliterated in no time just by four fingernails lightly scratching at the outer ridge of his hollow. Just to let it sink in how screwed he was. Then, her digits moved towards the center of his underarm.

“NAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! NOOOOOOOOOHO!!!! MEEEEEEEEEEHEHEE!!! MEHEEEEEEERCYHIHIH!!!! HAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“Oh, you laugh so good!! It must tickle you sooooo much, how can you take it?”

When the detailing brush doubled the tickling that had turned Ed’s nervous system into a hysterical supernova, his eyes bugged out and his jaw slacked, but no sound came out. The detailing brush scrubbed at his sole with a passion, as if to erase the word he’d gotten wrong, while further up, her nails doled out an equal share of lunacy. Not even banging the back of his head against his (padded) restraints provided any sort of distraction.

If there was something he could have said to make it end, he would have – anything, he would have even confessed that he’d had to buy children’s clothes not three years prior. He would have led this crazed tickler to his brother and let her have him if it meant that she’d never touch him in those spots, at that precise point in time, ever again. He would have begged her to target anywhere else, for however long she liked, if he’d been able to speak.

But there was nothing else that Tama would rather be doing, so she gave him no reprieve, forcing him into the most exhausting workout of his life. Each pass of the brush, each curl of her fingers pushed him a little father from the edge of the brink, deeper into a maddening abyss.

When she saw that he had no energy left to try to make sense of what he was suffering or escape it, she kept going for a little while longer, until he could no longer keep his head up.

That was when Tama finally let up, leaving him to take deep, broken breaths. She actually crossed in front of him, but he lacked the strength to raise his eyes, so she simply planted a kiss on his very damp blond head. “I’ve had a blast. Let’s do this again sometime,” she chirped as she committed every inch of her little bundle of agonizing joy to memory before pressing the ejection button, sending him back to his canon.

She hadn’t had it in her to make him pass out, but she would have loved to give him some proper aftercare. The guys at the Auction knew what she liked, but they could neglect these more humane bits.

As the tickling space began to fold in on itself, Tama wondered if she should send Ed a nice fruit basket.

#tickle content #tickletorture #tickle fic #ticklish!ed #ticklish!edward #lee!ed #lee!edward #fma tickling #fmab tickling

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sweaterkittensahoy · 1 year

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Story Time: Server Shit

One of my greatest moments as a server (RIP non-gimpy left hip) was that in my first couple of weeks, the kitchen got one of my orders wrong, and went I went back to tell them, one of the guys went, "Yeah, yeah," in a really dismissive way.

And I said something along the lines of, "Look, fuck ups happen, but I do actually need a replacement."

And he said, "Yeah, I get it. No need to be a cunt."

And I watched the utter HORROR go over his face when he realized what he'd said.

"Just get me my fucking food," I told him and went back to do whatever I had to do next.

Next time I came to the kitchen, he came from behind the serving window (a clear sign of distress) and right up to me, apologetic as FUCK. "Oh, god, Gayle, I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone I said that. Please don't."

I was honestly confused because at that point I'd done a LOT of customer service sort of work, so I knew annoyed versus actually asshole when I heard it, and I was never called a 'cunt' so much that it became THE bad word use against me ("Cunt" by Inga Musico had also been published at a very perfect time in my life that I'd re-read it several times by then and internalized that I would not find it a terrible word, but dude didn't know that). But also, I'd matched him for attitude and thought it was very clear I wasn't actually bothered by what he'd said.

"Dude, it's fine," I said because it was.

"Okay, but really, please don't tell. I've got two strikes here for using that word before, and I do not want to be fired."

Ooooooooooooooh.

I see.

"Well, guess what word you never get to use again? I ever hear you use it again, I will absolutely get you fired."

He eyed me. I stared him down. "Okay, yeah. Cool. Thanks." he said.

A week or so later, he was worked up over something again, and I was nearby, and when I asked for something extra, he said, "Hey--" And stopped HARD.

"Hey, bud, you okay?" I asked. "You upset? Got a little sand in your vagina?"

The kitchen crew fucking lost it. Cuntboy glared at me for a moment. "Fuck. You." he said while getting me whatever extra I needed.

"Fuck you, too, sweetheart!" I replied, which set off the cook line again.

If there was ever a crunch or a fuckup, Cuntboy had my back. We were an excellent team.

About two months into the job, I was asked to work with a new server. It was her first night on her own, and she was very nervous. It was BUSY. Kitchen crew was absolutely WIRED with trying not to murder all the customers. New server comes up to me terrified because she realized she'd punched in an order wrong. She knew she had to tell the kitchen, but she wasn't sure how.

"Come on," I said. "I'll do it for you."

"Oh, you don't have to--"

"Nah, don't worry. I've got it."

We went into the kitchen. I told the crew about the mistake. Straight to the point, no apology. Just gave 'em the facts and what needed fixed.

Cuntboy slammed down his spatula and goes, "GODDAMNIT WHAT THE FUCK," while glaring at the new server.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"What?" She said.

"Trust me," I said.

She looked at Cuntboy. "Do you...have sand in your vagina?"

Kitchen crew LOST it. Cuntboy cursed me out (not using the word 'cunt', I want noted), and I HOWLED with laughter.

"You gonna teach ALL OF THEM THAT?!" Cuntboy yelled at me.

"Oh, I fucking plan to."

Not a week later, the server Cuntboy was dating came into the kitchen when she was off shift to complain to kitchen crew what a bad boyfriend he was. I was doing some sort of side duty so I was stuck listening to her. I got annoyed fast. There was no fucking point in talking shit on this guy to his fellow cooks. They 1) won't care and 2) don't wanna hear you talk shit about their friend.

And her complaints were just like...look, if you've dated a line cook, you know, okay? Nothing she complained about was surprising and it was, in fact, surprising how much she complained and JUSTIFIED complaining.

I'll call a snob a snob: Before she'd ended up in the medium-sized town at a family Tex-Mex place that had a kids' eat free night, she'd worked in LA at a very fancy bistro that did $1000 in lunch orders a day. No idea why she was where I was. She was absolutely a better server than me. But also, how good a server are you that you think talking shit to kitchen about kitchen is a good look?

After about five minutes of her STILL COMPLAINING, I snapped and flat-out told her, "Hey, you're off work and back here bitching about your boyfriend to his friends. This isn't a good look. Don't you have something fun to do? If you dislike him this much, fucking dump him and spare us all listening to your complaints. Some of us are working."

She was MAD. It was rare any of the other servers ever told her to cram it because of her standing in the hierarchy, and I'd certainly just turned my head and rolled my eyes before, but I was stuck there watching her do this, and it got me straight up the craw. So, I burned the bridge.

She stormed off.

After that, no matter what else was happening, kitchen crew had my BACK. Not just Cuntboy. The whole crew. No matter the shift. Word got around. At one point, as I was loading up food to take out, Miss Snob said, "Why does Gayle's food always come out so fast?" And Kitchen Lead said, "You know why."

That was a very good day.

#server #server life #this was a long time ago #but i always remember it #i miss cuntboy #and that whole kitchen staff #and most of those servers

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firstjake · 2 years

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[04:02] ft lee heeseung

established relationship + fluff + 752 words

Heeseung had finally come back home the night before and he and YN stayed up chatting for hours - now as the streetlights glare down at them through a window in their shared apartment, they lie in each other’s arms.

The room around them is (almost) silent, sounds of night time in the city leaking in through the window that Heeseung insists on having open at all hours. Even before opening her eyes, YN’s all too aware of the way he watches her with her head resting on his chest.

"I’ve missed you." He whispers. "Really missed you."

"Me more."

He groans into the still room. Pinches her shoulder. "Don't lie to me." And it hurts like hell when he does it with nails that are much longer than he usually keeps them.

A beat passes before Heeseung speaks again, voice barely audible. “You’re it for me, you know?”

YN nods. “I know.” She mumbles into his skin. And she’s not trying to be insensitive but she thinks that if she says any more she might say something she’s not ready to hear herself say silly. She shifts a little, head resting in the crook of his neck as she clings onto him tighter. “I know.” She repeats.

And she’s really hoping he knows that she loves him, because she hates the way the words sound when she says them. I love you. She does, truly. And she’ll write it. She'll type it even. But it just sounds so...ugly when she verbalises it.

Forced almost.

She hates herself for it and hates the way Heeseung always sounds so thoughtful, so intentional with everything he says.

Everything he says no matter how cringey or trite, even.

Every baby and I love you (even sweet girl, which is arguably the worst of them all) sounds like he's the first person in the world to ever say it.

"I love you, YN." Even the way he says her name - YN - sounds so perfect. "And I know you love me, if you're worried that I don't. I know you do." He mumbles into her hair and she hates that he's so okay with it.

"I do." She says, because she does.

Hours later and they’re quiet again - seated by the window - but the street is active. Or as active as a street would be at 4 o'clock in the morning.

A couple cars drive by and she punches him hard on the arm. Yellow car no hit back! She yells and he rubs the spot she's punched.

"Why can't you just say punch buggy and smack me gently? Like a normal person would." He groans, and it kinda does hurt.

"Because I love you." YN laughs a little, pressing a kiss to his arm. And it doesn't even hurt anymore. Three words. Just three words (technically four) but he feels like he might cry.

“Because you what me?" He asks with wide eyes and a raised brow, because it sounded like YN said she loves him, but he doesn't want to get his hopes up in case he's just hearing what he wants to.

"Love." She repeats. "I love you, Heeseung."

He'd heard her correctly.

YN loves him. And it's not that he didn't know. It's just that.. hearing it. Hearing her say it. Aloud.

For him to hear. Is -There's a wave of feeling, an emotion that he can't even fathom overwhelms him. Washes over him. Engulfs him so entirely and so completely that he feels lightheaded. Feels like he might actually faint.

It sounds so beautiful when YN says it, he knows he’ll never tire from hearing it. "Say it again?"

There's a smile on her face. "I love you." She repeats.

And it's like...nothing he's ever heard before. "Yeah." He nods, biting on his bottom lip a bit to try and stop the grin (it doesn’t work). "But can you say my name like you did just then?"

"I love you, Heeseung."

It's ineffable. Something about it that just- He kisses her. Really kisses her. He's holding her so close to his body he worries they might merge into one. The feeling of her hands in his hair is-The whole experience, the kiss, it's different.

He's different.

He rests his forehead against hers as they catch their breath. "Sorry I didn't hear you before, what did you say?" And he's heard of wearing the word out but somehow each time is more precious than the last.

"I love you, Heeseung." YN beams.

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soupbabe · 2 years

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Protection (Lost Boys + Transmasc! Reader)

After being chased by surf nazis, the boys help reader out

Based off of an anon I accidentally deleted 😓😓 Ft. Supportive Max ( to both Reader and The Boys?? 👀👀👀)

Warning: Misgendering

You ran through the crowded boardwalk, shoving people aside and giving half assed apologies as you did so. It's not like you didn't feel bad, usually you were more polite; though it's fair to say that proper manners were out of the question when you were being chased by a surf nazi and a couple of his buddies.

You didn't even do anything, you just wanted to be left alone and enjoy the mystical atmosphere Santa Carla brought out at night. But one wolf whistle paired with a "C'mon girly, give us a smile" and a "I'm a guy fuck off" later, you found yourself running for your life. They shouted profanities as you manuvered your way through the crowds and shops, doing whatever you could to lose track of them, but it seemed no use.

That was until Video Max came into view.

You weren't friends with Max by any means, he was just a good acquaintance at most, but when you rent out their vampire movies all in two weeks, you're going to get some attention. He was a nice guy, he was accepting of your gender identity and he let you pet Thorn a number of times, you were certain he'd forgive you for hiding behind the counter. Just as you were bout to enter the store, a group of guys walked in. Without much thought you shoved the blonde pretty boy (much to his friends' and Max's surprise) and dove behind the counter, causing Thorn to bark at the commotion.

"Thorn..! Dammit Y/n, what are you doing?" Max stared down at your huddled form to which you looked up at him and whispered, "Sorry-" "Damn right you should be sorry!" One of Pretty Boy's friends pulled you up from the counter, he had wild hair with an equally wilder jacket. "Holy shit he is strong for such a small guy." You could only stare, mouth agape as you glanced back at him and his friends. You've seen these guys before. Always terrorizing the patrons of the boardwalk, they were the group Max lamented to you the most about. The unofficial rivals of Surf Nazis.

Just great, now both sides are after your ass.

You're eyes were everywhere except for the man in front of you, "Listen- I'm sorry, I didn't mean it I swear! These guys-" As if on cue, your hunters bursted through the door and glared directly at you. "There she is." The supposed leader of the small group sneered and because of the sudden distraction, you were able to slip away from the blonde's grip on you. "I'm a guy, asshole! Leave me alone!" You yelled back before you jumped the counter once more, only to be stopped by Pretty Boy and his friend, this time he kept a stone cold face and had the nicest black hair you've ever seen.

"Stop right there lil' dude!" Pretty Boy gave you a knowing gaze and a mischievous smile, "We got it." The tension was rising between everyone in the store and Max gave out a defeated sigh, "Boys you know the rules: No fighting in the store, especially you four. Go outside if you're going to wreck havoc." Pretty Boy and his blonde friend hollered before jumping right into action, pushing the Surf Nazis out of the store and throwing the first punches.

The brunette and a platinum blonde led you outside, away from the fight. You three ended up by a line of bikes, presumably theirs. The blonde's eyes scanned your form and took out a carton of cigarettes, "Care for one?" He gestured to you and you shook your head no. As you settled, you never noticed how out of breath you were. Running the entire boardwalk was hell and you were sure your binder was making things worse; you're sure your lungs hated you.

After some small talk and introductions, the two blondes came back. David gestured to each boy as he spoke up, "Paul, Marko, meet Y/n." Marko gave you a small wave of his fingers while Paul smiled at you, "Hey Lil' Dude." You nodded your head in recognition and scanned over their bodies. Barely a bruise was to be found. You gave a shy smile, "Seriously, thank you guys. Think I would've been dead without you.." Paul and Marko took to dangling an arm off of each of your shoulders, "It's no biggie, though I do have a favor to ask of you.." Paul said, his smirk looked wider than last time as he glanced at his brothers, almost as if they could read each other's minds. "Sure, anything."

David was the one to speak up now, his tone teasing, but serious. "D'know where Hudson's Bluff is, Y/n?"

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jameui · 3 years

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UNFORTUNATE FATE

Requested

PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x M!Reader x Kim Taehyung

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Noncon, Taehyung being a rough monster, Jungkook being a jerk

SUMMARY: You and Jungkook had been friends with benefits for the longest time you could ever think of and when you decided to end all of it, he couldn't take it and decided that you needed a little mind opener.

Your eyes were dreamily looking at your long time crush, Kim Taehyung, a senior who has been nothing, but kind to you and your friend, which was one of the many reasons why you fell for this man. You knew it sounded so cheesy and clichè, but to you the moment you saw him, it was love at first sight. When his eyes met with yours, you couldn't help yourself from getting attached so easily, like a butterfly to a candlelight.

Your friend noticed your staring as she stopped in the middle of eating, cheeks puffed up from being full, then turning her head towards the direction where your eyes stared into. She scoffed and turned back to continue eating her food, rolling her eyes. "Hey, can you stop with the staring? He'd probably think you're a creep."

You sighed while pushing the bottom of your lips and nodded. "I just can't even if you want me to. He's just so irresistible."

As you talked, you were so caught up in your head that you never got the chance to notice the eyes that were boring holes into your back.

You stabbed your fork onto your fries, taking a few pieces of the fried yellow sticks and putting it into your mouth. You hummed while happily munching on your food, doing a little dance on your seat as you did so. Hyejoo, your friend who sat across you, caught sight of a fuming Jungkook whose face was as red as a tomato from all the anger. She subtly went back down to eating her food and cleared her throat. "M/n." She whispered your name while she waved at you to move your ear closer to her mouth.

You did as you were gestured and leaned in closer. "Jung—"

"Hey, Choi! Get your ass up. Now." A deep voiced male sternly told you taking both of your attentions as you glared at him.

"Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" You tut your tongue and smirked. "Weirdo."

That was enough to make Jungkook release fire through his nose, then took your wrist and pulled you away with him to who knows where. "Ah! Jungkook! Stop!"

"No can do, M/n." Jungkook chuckled darkly. "You've been such a brat, my little bitch. Had fun?"

Once you were able to free yourself from his grasp, you glared at him and pushed him away. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I told you I don't want to be your sex buddy, anymore." You sighed in disbelief and waisted your hands. "I can't deal with just being a fuck bud, when I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Then, I'll be your boyfriend —"

"No!" You retorted quite shocked that Jungkook thought like that. As if he can get anything he wants. "You lost your chance, Jeon. I don't want you anymore." You glared your eyes at him and was about to leave when Jungkook pushed you inside the restroom that you didn't even know was there until now.

"Jungkook, what the—" He cuts you off mid-sentence when he wraps a hand tightly around your throat that got you gasping for air all the while trying your best to remove his hand from your neck.

His eyes darkened and growled loudly, before he moved to the nearest cubicle and pulled both of you inside. He practically threw you inside and got you seated on the closed toilet while you coughed and tried to gather as much air as you can. "You are being so disrespectful right now, doll." He locks the door behind him as he stalked forward, one side of his lips curling up to a smirk raising his knee to let it rest near your crotch caging you in between his arms with his face so close to yours, one wrong move and both of your lips would be touching each other. "Do you wanna know what happens to bad boys, M/n?" His breathe felt so warm on your skin, but you didn't want him so close to you, so you spat at his face smiling proudly when you were able to successfully erase that annoying smirk on his face. Jungkook moved one hand to wipe the spit that you put on his face, before he licked it off his fingers and seductively looked back at your eyes that were opened widely from shock. "You taste good, M/n."

"Fuck you! Get away from me, you creep!" You screamed on the top of your lungs making Jungkook feel more agitated. "You weirdo!" That was the last straw and you finally released the beast that was hidden inside the bunny looking guy's facade. He raised a hand and let it drop to slap your face harshly, leaving a scratch in the process. The impact was so hard it got your head tilting to the side.

He panted heavily, his eyes looking like they were about to pop off from his sockets with how much he opened them from so much anger. "You... stupid bitch!" Then, he gave you another slap that brought tears to your eyes as you held your cheek where it stung the most. He took your cheeks digging his fingers onto the flesh that connected your cheekbone and jaw and made you face him getting you sobbing in pain.

Your tears dropped down your face, but he couldn't care less. In fact, he loved the way you cried. He loved the way each drop fell from your face and to the floor. "S-stop.. you're —Ah!" You screamed once Jungkook dug his fingers even more forcing you to open your mouth.

His eyes panned over your crying face and licked his lips, before his smirk got even wider. "Damn, M/n. Didn't know you could make your face look even prettier. You look so cute right now." He said, then angrily lets go of you making sure to leave you crying. He got back up and sighed while pushing his hair back, looking down towards his crotch and chuckled. "Fuck, M/n. Look what you did to me?" He turned to you and shamelessly showed you the tent on his pants as he started to palm himself. "You got me so fucking hard."

You side eyed him kicked him by the shin that got him wincing in pain. "You have serious issues. Get some—"

Jungkook was fast to recover from the pain and punched your face that was sure to leave a bruise. "You little shit!" He threw his fists one more time towards you, almost breaking your nose.

While you tried to treat yourself from the pain, you suddenly heard the sound of Jungkook hastily unbuckling his pants and let his fly flew open. Jungkook took a fistful of your hair, pulling on it making you whimper that the other male only found pleasing to his ears. "Now, be a good boy and do as I say." He said, then approached your ear and whispered. "Suck."

You could have simply punched him on the face or kick his balls, but knowing Jungkook, you feared that he'd give you more than just throwing punches. Hell, he'd even be capable of killing you. So, with hesitant and shaking hands you reached over the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, his big cock springing to life hitting your face that made you look away. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes.

You didn't want to take that. It was huge and looked like it would destroy your throat if you ever tried to take him into your mouth. "Jungkook.. I.. we can still talk this out."

"Fuck!" He impatiently yelled and once again held your cheeks and forced your jaw to fall open before he shoved his dick inside your mouth, a shocked choking noise coming out from you. Jungkook sighed in satisfaction his head falling backwards while guiding your head on his cock. "Daammmn, M/n~" He hummed with his eyes closing in ecstasy.

Tears pricked on the side of your eyes and gagged whenever the male's tip hit the back of your throat. You dared to look up at him with a very pitiful face that brought you nothing, but a groan from Jungkook who got more turned on from the look on your face. With that, he fastened his pace and let his cock dive deeper into your wet cavern, then deciding to let you take all of him making him howl while you tried your very best to move away from his strong grip on your hair.

He stays for a good couple of seconds to let you adjust to his size, while you gulped and swallowed around his cock that got Jungkook growling before losing all his patience and drilled his dick in your mouth at a very unexpected and rough pace that made your tears fall down your face as you sobbed loudly and muffled out words that was barely understood by the other male who continuously fucked your mouth, not that he cares anyways.

Jungkook, the first time you met him, he was a very sweet and kind person, just like Kim Taehyung, the person your heart beats for. Jungkook always picked you up from your dorm and would offer to treat you to breakfast without any exchange. With that face of Jungkook, you had thought that he would be a useless jerk and a playboy who goes around breaking people's hearts, male or female, and you were right. Moreso now that Jungkook is literally planning on destroying your throat.

Jungkook bucked his hips forward, reaching further down your throat that made you feel bile rising from your throat, but you got yourself swallowing it and shivered in disgust. Jungkook thrusted his cock inside your mouth and went at an even faster pace, your eyes rolled back tears falling down your cheeks, your lips perfectly curled over taking the shape of his cock. At this point you weren't thinking clearly, all you could ever think of was getting this done and over with while Jungkook fucked your mouth and didn't even care for you.

Jungkook increased the pace of his thrusts and you barely even registered his size when your teeth accidentally scraped the skin of his rod, the male, in instinct, pulled away and cursed under his breath, then landed a rough slap across your face making you hold your face. "FUCK! Look what you did?" The smooth flesh of his shaft was now painted with crimson red, the mark that was caused by the gash, visible on the base of his cock.

"You... that was your fault.. asshole." You said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and glared at him furiously.

Jungkook's eyes peered down at you the same way you looked at him. "Don't you dare—"

"M/n! M/n! Goodness, where could have that kid gone?" That all too familiar voice called out your name as your eyes widened and smiled now that your saviour has arrived.

"Sunbae! I'm over here!" You screamed out, smirking to yourself before a sound of footsteps approached your cubicle and he knocked ont he door.

"Are you here, M/n?" His deep, but gentle voice asked you.

"Yes." You meekly replied and what you heard next made your smile falter.

"Fuck, Jungkook. You should have told me. I wanted to have some fun too." Taehyung said, and although you couldn't see it, you could sense the smirk on his face from the sound of his voice. How did he know Jungkook was here?

Jungkook heaved up his pants after he wrapped paper towels around his bleeding manhood and fixed himself. He opened the door for Taehyung and the younger of the two dragged you out of the cubicle and moved to lock the door before he shoved your body towards the sink. You groaned in pain and held your stomach in disbelief that the least person you ever expected be involved in such terrible things was also a part of the plan. "This little bitch fucking made my cock bleed."

"Oh, really, now?" Taehyung smirked and waisted his hands.

"T-Taehyung-sunbae.. you're in this too?" You asked with a shaking body.

Taehyung scoffed, then placed his hands inside his pockets and neared you. He laid a finger on your chin and pushed them up so you could face him whilst your lips quivered from the feeling of betrayal. "Are you asking what's obvious, M/n?" He smirked before his finger left your face and tilted his head faking an innocent look. "Course I was. Why else would I be so kind to you?"

"You... Why?" You managed to ask, but Taehyung had been waiting for so long and he could no longer wait anymore.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Do you still plan on asking nonsensical questions? 'Cause I'm not having any of it." Jungkook kicked the back of your knee, forcing you to be on your knees kneeling down in front of Taehyung. "Suck. Use your teeth and this will be the last time you'll see light." He threatened you and you could only nod naively with tears falling down your face.

You reached over the buckle of his belt and started to unfasten it, loud sobs erupting from your mouth. How could you have not see this coming? You should have. Taehyung was Jungkook's friend and heard rumors about the two going on about the place to find a person to fuck, be it a girl or a boy. You should have just listened to Hyejoo. She was the one who kept telling you that Taehyung was not a person to trust nor a person to be with. He's just pure red flags and now, you could see it with your own eyes.

You unzipped his pants after you have unbuttoned it and let them fall down to his ankles while your clammy hands moved to remove his boxers. His erect dick sprang into action, almost hitting your face. You looked up at him and tried to change his mind by showing him the fear you were in and tried to beg for mercy, but just like the other, he only liked the way you looked so vulnerable in your state. "Continue making that face and I might just let you go." He said with a sly smirk that became unnoticed by you as you nodded your head in reply.

You sniffed and sobbed, then took his cock into your hand and jerked him off, your fingers barely even touching each other from the size of his dick. You looked up at him while Taehyung groaned and knitted his brows in pleasure. Your eyes both locked with each other, before you proceeded to wrap your lips around the pink bulbous tip of his immeasurable length and played with it by swirling your tongue around the head. You would occasionally look up at Taehyung whose eyes always watched your every move, making you blush a little bit, before you removed him from your mouth and decided to lick the underside of his member in attempt to please the male who groaned and started to tangle his hand with your hair. "Kookie, look. He listens to me so well." Jungkook huffed and crossed his arms as if Taehyung had just took a stuffed toy from him.

Taehyung's attention went back to you when you finally had your lips around his cock and moaned in satisfaction as he pushed his head backwards. You took this as a sign that Taehyung was feeling good and felt your chest swell with pride, despite the fact that Taehyung had already had people who made him feel this good, but the feeling of success that you made him feel pleasure only drove you to do better.

You didn't want to like it, but if it's Taehyung the only thing in your mind was to just submit to him and follow his every order like a dog. You inserted inches of his dick inside your mouth and started to suck at an agonizingly slow pace, but nonetheless Taehyung felt like he was in cloud-nine. "Fuck, baby. Go deeper." You took his order and inserted a few more inches, now his dick halfway inside your mouth as Taehyung whistled and fisted your hair making you groan, the vibrations sending sensations down Taehyung's big package while he moaned. "Damn, shit."

From the side of your eyes, you could see Jungkook glaring at you two. He clearly was angry that you two were having fun and here he was having to deal with the pain you placed him in. You were side-eyeing Jungkook trying to tease him more by smirking widely, until it was wiped away from your face when Taehyung grabbed your head and pushed all of his length inside your mouth reaching further down your throat making you choke while you tried to relax your gag reflex and looked up at Taehyung with tears in his eyes. "Oh, fuck. Shit, baby. I'm so sorry. You're mouth just felt so good." He told you with furrowed brows and wiped your tears away from the side of your eyes before he caressed your face as you leaned to his touch.

You knew Taehyung could possibly be only staging his care for you, but you never cared anymore. You gave his thigh a tap to tell him that you were fine and he thankfully understood when he started to rock his hips slowly into your mouth, gradually increasing his pace. You felt yourself start to leak precum throughout the whole time that Taehyung thrusted his cock in your mouth.

Jungkook had enough and settled himself behind you as he whispered into your ear. "Does Taehyungie taste good, M/n? Hmm?" Jungkook's hot breathe hit the back of your neck as you felt his hands snake under your uniform's polo and reached up to play with your erect buds. He flicked and pinched your nipples while you moaned in pleasure, Taehyung moaning louder. "Are you gonna answer me, M/n or not?"

You nodded your head as though to tell him that you were gonna answer him, but you pointed towards your mouth to tell Jungkook that your mouth was full. "Oh, your mouth's dick-filled, huh?" You nod your head again and Jungkook chuckled deeply. "Is that so?" He looked up at Taehyung and perked his head up. "Faster, hyung. I think our fuck toy needs more."

Taehyung complied and drilled his dick into your mouth at a pace you couldn't handle, your eyes widening in shock and rolled back in pleasure. You were in euphoria. You liked how rough Taehyung was with your mouth you never even noticed you have already came creating a wet patch on your pants.

"Ohh, look. Someone's a little too sensitive." Jungkook whispered, one hand moving down to your ass kneading your butt cheeks as if they were dough and continued to do this until he was finally able to process how supple your bubble butt was.

You couldn't think straight anymore. You just felt so good. Your mouth getting abused, how Jungkook caressed your body and the way Taehyung pulled on your hair, all of it made you feel like you were in heaven. You felt ecstatic. You still could make out the voice of Taehyung who let out chains of curses and grunts as he inhumanely sped up on his thrusting. "M/n! Ah, shiiit! Mmmmh, fuck, baby. So good for me, huh? Taking my whole cock."

You closed your eyes as you succumb to the feeling, now making use of your tongue that only stayed in one position the whole time. You swirled and played with his cock trying to follow the rhythm of his unbelievable speed, Taehyung moaning. "Damn it, M/n. You really know how to make a man feel real good, huh? Guess I wasn't wrong when I said you'd make a good toy." Taehyung smirked and never stopped from slamming his dick in your mouth.

After a few more thrusts, Taehyung pulled his still erect dick from your mouth as you looked up at him with a pout. "But.. but, sunbae still wasn't able to cum."

"Don't worry, M/n." Taehyung bent down to your height with a growing smirk. "There's more than just one way to make your sunbae cum."

"R-reallly? Tell me, tell me!" You desperately asked the older who looked at Jungkook and the latter looked at him.

"Let me show you." Jungkook said before he got you up on your feet and pulled you inside a cubicle, Taehyung following behind with his exposed dick, throbbing like crazy from the sight of you being such a good slut for them. Jungkook sat on the closed toilet while you stood in front of him, Taehyung placing himself behind you. "C'mere. Hold onto my shoulders." He curled his fingers at you and you immediately did as he was told. You held his shoulders, while Taehyung positioned your lower half so it would face him. You gasped when Taehyung, without any hesitation, pulled your pants down the cold air making contact with your ass that was now in full display.

You heard Taehyung tut his tongue staring at your butt making you blush bashfully. "M/n. Are you a virgin?"

You gulped, then buried your face on the crook of Jungkook's neck and nodded your head. "Y-yes."

"Damn. Then, I don't think you'd be able to—"

"No, I can take it, sunbae. Please, just please fuck me!" You pleaded as if it was the end of the world, looking back at Taehyung who was smirking widely. "I've always wanted to be fucked by you, sunbae."

"Really?" He wiggled his brows at Jungkook, who only rolled his eyes. "Then, I'll make sure that your first would be a memory to remember."

Without any preparation, Taehyung aligned his dick to prod at your entrance making you gasp. "Wait, sunbae aren't you gonna prep—AH, FUCK! P-PULL OUT! IT HURTS!" You evidently winced, but your words fell into deaf ears as Taehyung continued to push his tip further down your hole. "Ah! Sunbaee!" You said and tried to look back, when Jungkook took you by the chin and placed his lips on yours passionately kissing you. Your eyes widened in shock, but melted into the kiss anyways and replied to the unexpected invitation.

He pulled away, much to your dismay and whimpered forgetting about the pain in your ass. "Why'd you have to lie to hyung, M/n? I was all your first. I was there to take all your innocence away." He whispered lowly into your ear, making sure it was only you and him who could hear. Luckily, Taehyung was a groaning mess. Growling here and there with every opportunity he could get while still pushing in slowly into your hole. "Is this what you wanted? Hmm?"

"Y-yes, Kookie." You closed your eyes and hugged Jungkook by the neck. "Kook, M'sorry for biting. M'really sorry." You unconsciously apologized, your brain still too far away from being in this place.

"It's alright." Jungkook smiled. "But, you have to be really obedient next time. Okay, M/n?"

"Yes, Kookie. Ye—Ah!" You let out a loud gasp the moment Taehyung was able to slide all of his length inside you.

"Fuck, baby. That felt like you swallowed my whole dick inside you. Do you really want it so badly?" Taehyung asked you seductively and trailed kisses from your neck down to your back in attempt to ease every tense muscle in your body that was caused from the pain.

"Y-yes, sunbae. I want it so, so bad—AAAAH!" An ear splitting scream emitted from your mouth making Jungkook look away from you. Taehyung didn't give you any warning nor Jungkook when he suddenly fucked you into pure bliss. "Sunbae, sunbaee. Nnngh~ Ahh! Good.. GOOD!"

"Yeah?" Taehyung panted heavily as he thrusted at a pace you couldn't even let your ass get wind of. "Then, I'll make you feel even better." Taehyung said and hammered his dick into you as if it was a very easy task and groaned loudly, howling at how much you clenched around his dick. You were about to open your mouth to say something, when Taehyung hit that bundle of nerves that made you see stars your tongue rolling out of its place. "Found it."

Taehyung gladly abused that same area and hit it with every thrusts, with every hit eliciting a moan from you. Jungkook didn't want to feel left out, so he locked his lips with yours once again sucking on your tongue that made you moan, the noise getting swallowed by the older male who had caught your lips. Jungkook now, played with your tongue swirling around at a choreography he obviously led.

Taehyung saw that he wasn't gaining any attention when he was clearly the one who was making you feel satisfied right now with his own dick and there you were happily making out with Jungkook, jealousy rising in his chest. In anger, he pulled himself out of you only to slam his dick back inside you making you let out a lewd noise from your mouth, forcing you to move away from Jungkook's lips. "Attention here, M/n. I'm the one making you feel good."

You nodded your head while Taehyung leaned his body and moved your head to look at him and pulled you in for a rough kiss. Jungkook noticed that Taehyung was trying to get all your attention for himself only and he didn't like it one bit. If anything, he should have been the one fucking your ass into oblivion had not been for his bleeding penis. Jungkook growled possessively and glared at Taehyung who only side eyed the younger as he continued to thrust his dick in and out of you at an animalistic pace.

It was you who pulled away from Taehyung, feeling bad that Jungkook wasn't getting any of your recognition that he deserved. "Kookie..." You said while your ass was getting pounded angrily by Taehyung, as your tears fell down your face from the pleasure that you felt. You parted the male's bangs and placed a kiss on his forehead shaking as you felt yourself grow weak from how much Taehyung fucked your ass, the bliss making your knees buckle the only thing that supported you from standing was Taehyung's strong hands that gripped on your hips tightly.

"Fuck, I'm near. So fucking near." Taehyung said, as you also felt the same.

"I-Inside me, sunbae. Please, breed me. Make me pregnant." You weakly told the male out of pure desperation and eagerness.

"Shit, M/n!" Taehyung growled loudly as he gritted his teeth from how strong he rammed his cock into you. Loud skin slapping and wet noises emitted from the two of you as his thrusts started to get sloppy. "I'm cumming. Cumming!"

"Yes, yes! Ah!" You let out a high pitched moan whilst Taehyung buried his length inside of you and stayed there painting your walls with his cum, finishing inside of you.

Taehyung panted thrusting a few more times to ride out his high. After, he pulled out of you and watched as his thick liquid he filled you with dripped down from your ass. Your legs finally gave in and fell to the floor, you fainting from so much exhaustion.

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Your eyes fluttered open feeling yourself laid on something soft. You finally realized that you were resting on the bed inside the clinic when you sat up and looked around. You felt your head throb a little as you held your head and tried to recall what happened. "What the hell..." Then, everything that happened this morning came rushing back into your head making you heave out a loud sigh in disbelief. You did it again. You let someone have their way with you again. Also, one thing that stuck to your head was what Taehyung said. "So, sunbae, wasn't really genuinely kind... to me?"

The door to the room clicked open and you immediately went back to your sleeping position and acted asleep. Footsteps approached you and stopped in their tracks. You heard a person sigh. "Fuck... This is all your fault."

"Me?! You were the one who planned all this!"

"Who the fuck got so angry just 'cause he wasn't getting any attention?"

"Well, who... well.."

"Stop!" You interrupted the two fearing that their arguing would grow worse.

Their heads turned to you and you swore that you could see both of them sparkle in delight. "M/n!" They ran to you and hugged you. "M/n, oh my goodness. Are you hurt somewhere? Hmm? Tell me."

"Nowhere in particular, but—Ah, stop!" You said and held both of your hands up at them as though to tell them to be quiet. "I'm... I'm..." Your eyes looked up at Taehyung, hurt evident in your eyes before you finally cried pulling your knees close to your chest.

"Oh, fuck. M/n! I'm so sorry. Please, don't take what I said seriously. It was just, you know, a script. I was being real when I treated you and your friend kindly. Honest." Taehyung said all in one go to defend himself, regretting ever thinking of saying those things. He knew it would hurt you, but he still went for it. "Forgive sunbae, M/n. I didn't mean it."

You sobbed and sniffed, wiping your tears. "Really?"

"Yeah." Taehyung replied.

Jungkook was a very big baby and didn't know what to do in these type of situations, so in result he climbed up on the bed and gave you a big hug, the hug turning into a cuddle session. You hated Jungkook with all your guts, but why? Why did you let him do what he wants from you? "Kookie... You.. are you okay?"

Jungkook nodded his head. "Yeap. Thankfully, it wasn't a deep cut, but that would be a lesson for me not to mess with a person like you." He chuckled awkwardly making you laugh lightly.

"Hey, not fair. You both get to cuddle." Taehyung whined, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Come on here." You told Taehyung and he gladly crawled towards you as you repositioned yourself to straddle his thighs, while Jungkook placed himself behind you, supporting Taehyung from carrying your weight. "I like this." You said and rested your back against Jungkook's hard built chest before placing a kiss on his chin.

"Uhm... M/n...? We were meaning to ask you." Taehyung started. You hummed in reply while Taehyung blushed shyly. "Would you be fine to enter a.. uhm.. polyamorous relationship with us?"

You looked at Jungkook, then at Taehyung, then back at Jungkook. You pointed at yourself and tilted your head to the side. "Me? Are your sure?"

"Yes. You and only you." Jungkook answered and planted a kiss on top of your head.

You giggled and nodded your head. "I'll be more than happy to."

On the other hand, Hyejoo was busy taking photos eating her sandwich away. "This is so cute."

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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Hawk X Reader

Warnings: The heat is real! Requested to be a little heated!

Princess

You're apart of Cobra Kai, but it's just not the Karate that you focus on but more so of someone by the crazy name of Hawk. You always got so flustered and nervous around his it isn't even funny.

Hawk always teased you and playfully made fun of you but never enough to hurt you, because that would be the last thing Eli would want to do.

Every night Johnny, your sensei would let you stay behind past hours and practice leaving you to lock up and return his keys since you lived in the same apartment complex as him.

Today was like any other day, another boring day of school. Soon that was over and you along with your cobra Kai friends sitting around in the dojo.

Hawk walks in the room and it's like everything goes in slo-mo for you, his gi so delicately placed on his body that you would have more than loved to rip off of him but that's a story for another day.

Hearts fill your eyes as your cheeks heat up and your heart skips a beat, hawk smirks as he notices all your attention on him.

"Take a picture- it'll last longer princess~" He smirks as he takes a seat, sitting criss cross in front of you.

You blush but grab your phone from your duffel bag anyways, turning it on the camera and snapping a pic of him catching him off guard. He smirks once again as he lets out a chuckle "what? It was a free invitation" You smirk slightly gaining confidence.

Eli hums "I guess it was" he thinks about it before nodding, agreeing with your statement.

"Everyone Quiet!" You hear Johnny yell out causing everyone to go silent.

"Get in your standing positions!" He yells as we all get into our positions.

For the rest of practice you stole side glances at hawk, admiring his posture and concentrated look.

While you weren't looking hawk would steal glances at you every once in while- well more like every five minutes.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't head over heels for you; ever since he was his old Eli he was very fond of you but never had the guts to speak to you let alone tell you his feelings nor ask you out.

Soon Johnny decided on allowing the students to fight each other, first he started with Miguel and Tory, then Mitch and Chris, lastly he picked you and.... Hawk.

Your eyes slightly widened a little as Eli smirked, walking confidently in the middle as do you but more hesitantly.

"I'll go easy on you princess" He grins cheekily.

You smile shyly until you hear a 'fight!' From Johnny, giving you the right away.

Right away Hawk try's to sweep your leg to make you fall but instead you block him, grabbing his leg and flipping him over causing him to fall on his back.

Your eyes widen at you sudden action, surprised at your movements. "Well done Y/n. Point!" Johnny encourages as Hawk gets back into his stance with that same smirk.

You let Eli strike first again as he throws a punch your way to which you quickly dodge and spin around spiking him in his stomach with a kick.

"You're fast-" Hawk starts before grabbing flipping your arm over and pinning you to the ground "but not fast enough" he smirks.

"Point Hawk!" Miguel says holding up the blue flag "winner!" He finishes.

You and hawk continue to stare at each other as he still has you pinned down "are you guys going to move or make babies on my mat?" Johnny asks sarcastically causing everyone to let out a couple chuckles while you and hawk scurry up.

"Uh sorry sensei" Hawk apologizes.

A moment after that Johnny decided to end practice, he pulled you into his office "okay, here you are- I got you a spare key for the dojo" He hands it over to you.

"Thank you" You smile politely, Johnny nods his head in return.

Johnny leads everyone out as you head home, you figured you take a short nap before going back later to the dojo and practicing.

The time went by pretty fast and before you know it your nap was over and you were already opening up the dojo.

You went to unlock it with the key until you noticed it was already unlocked, you slowly opened the door taking a step in, already hearing someone punch a punching bag.

Slowly creeping around the corner to the back you see the person with their back turned towards yours but you notice that red Mohawk anywhere.

He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his body, a determined look on his face. With each punch on the punching bag he flex’s his back muscles showing off his eagle tattoo even though nobody’s there, that he’s aware of.

You couldn’t help but stare at his built features I mean something so fine should be illegal in this case. Hawk started slowing down on his punches, almost aware that someone was watching him.

He took a couple breaths before resting his shoulders and turning around to grab his water bottle until he spots you, his features turned shocked for a second until his confident smirk falls on his plump lips.

He slowly walks to you and grabs his water bottle that was next to you on the shelf before opening it and bringing it to his lips, maintaining eye contact with you and started drinking it.

Allowing some of the water to run down from his lips past his chin and running down his chest, you watch as this happened extremely flustered as you look back up making eye contact once again.

Your breath catches in your throat as he discards of the empty water bottle and walks closer to you, never breaking eye contact.

"You know princess it’s rude to stare, but then again I don’t mind" Hawk says lowly as he traps you up against the wall.

"I-I-" You tried to get out but it was nearly impossible seeing as you didn’t know what to say.

"Shhh princess..." He hushes as he presses a finger up against your cheek closely running it down to your lips, playing with your bottom lip.

"You know I always wondered what your lips would feel like against mine" He inches closer to you.

"How soft your lips would feel, what you would taste like..." He hums as he finally presses his lips against yours, capturing yours into a blissfully mind blowing kiss.

Hawk slowly creeps his hands behind your thighs "jump" he mumbles against you lips as you obey jumping into his hold.

You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer, his lips continue to move eagerly against yours in a fast motion almost afraid that you would disappear in his arms if he let go.

He pushes your back up against the wall pressing his chest against yours, now smushing his whole body into yours.

"So soft...." he mumbles against your lips, addicted to not only the softness of your lips and the taste of you.

"I want you.... all of you" You whisper against his lips as he lets you take some dominance.

"Then take me..."

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There’s something so powerful about Hawk being submissive! Anyways thank you @gpiggy98 for requesting!

#wattpad #robby keene #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai x reader #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk #tiktok #x reader #masterlist #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk x reader #cobrakai #requested #request #requests

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Hey, Jean-babe

Synopsis: Calling Jean by your nickname for him when everyone’s around surprisingly worked out ok for you. (19 year old Jean).

"Hey, Jean-babe I finally found that book you-"

Unfortunately it had been quiet when you entered the room even more unfortunate was the stares coming at you from all directions. Jean quickly rose from his seat taking you by the arm, dragging you into the hall by your wrist.

"Thanks." he said quietly, looking over his shoulder.

"Sorry.." You apologized "Maybe they won't fixate on it?" Jean scoffed raising an eyebrow.

"Ok fine I messed up.."

"Just.. do a quick scan of the room next time.." Jean grumbled

You placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I will I promise." He kissed back, entering the room again, sliding into his seat while avoiding all the eyes.

You sat across the table from Sasha and she smiled at you. "Hey, Y/N." She greeted

"Hey." You replied with a slightly nervous smile. Everyone had been weirdly quiet since you and Jean had sat down. The only noises currently surrounding the table being, chewing and the small clatter of bowls and cups being set down.

After a while Eren whispered something to Armin and just as your shoulders began to relax and you started to feel normality settling back in,

Connie snorted. Super loud and obnoxious. "Jean -babe?" He practically cackled.

"Shut it, Connie!" Jean yelled, from across the table.

Your cheeks felt like they were gonna burn off and you hung your head over your bowl of soup. After a couple more seconds Eren joined in almost spitting out his water.

"Come on guys! It's cute that they have nicknames for each other." Sasha tried but when their laughter didn't cease but increased in volume she was quickly reoccupied with her bread.

"It's not funny, Eren." Armin added, throwing you an apologetic look which only made you wanna crawl under the table and die.

"Eren, don't choke." Mikasa warned, patting Eren's back as he coughed.

"Oh yeah, so hilarious." Jean grumbled, "Hey Connie, want me to tell everyone here your mom's nickname for you?"

Connie turned with playful malice, "You wouldn't."

Jean ignored him, "And shut up Eren, you wouldn't be able to function if Mikasa didn't run after you constantly."

"Oh really? You wanna go there?" Eren grunted

"Everyone shut up and eat already. You know you all have to be up before the sun for the mission tomorrow. And you all know what happens when I have to wake you up." Levi interrupted

This time the room fell into small bits of chatter and mummers of sentences until people started to retreat. Plates cleaned of food and yawns aplenty.

You looked up to Jean. Surprisingly he hadn't finished his plate either. His smirk was sweet the same one that always made your stomach clench.

"I missed hearing Jean-Babe." He whispered

He could only be referring to the long stretch of time where you'd be tasked as being Hange's assistant. (Due to Moblit's passing). You two had spent so much time apart that any little amount of affection now felt amazing.

"Even in front of everyone?"

He held up the book that had been sitting in his lap. "I get shit from Connie and Eren constantly. I know how to shut them up."

You couldn't help the giggle that fell off your lips as you leaned forward on the table. Pressing your elbows into the hardwood. "Will you tell me what it's for now?"

His fingers crept forward with a soft rub of your knuckles his smile faded a bit. "I've said it's a surprise about a million times."

Technically the two of you didn't have to whisper but you loved how soft Jean's voice could get. Especially since he spent so much time yelling.

"Hint, Jean-babe.."

He stood up circling the table to place his thumb just below your bottom lip. You peered up at him taking in his calm expression that sent a river of chills over your spine. His thumb was delicate and light as it cascaded across your slightly open lips.

When he leaned closer your breathing stopped. Everything stopped. You felt exposed knowing that Captain Levi and Historia were still seated at the end of the table. When he avoided your lips you almost outwardly groaned.

"Come to my room later tonight." And with that he was turning around and hightailing it upstairs. Not without throwing a shitty grin and a wink back at you.

You probably looked stupid with your mouth open like it was. Face warm. And he possible remnants of Jean's teasing exposed on your face. You know you felt stupid but, you were also slightly holding on to that lingering feeling of his fingertips.

Damnnit.

Your leg clattered against the table as you stood trying to avoid the looks from both Historia and Captain Levi. Jean knew and you knew too that you couldn't be in his room till all the lights went out.

Stupid tease.

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It took about 2 hours for everything to finally die down in the barracks. The last remaining whispers falling silent and the light little footsteps of Captain Levi halted inside his office probably with a cup of tea.

You slipped out of your room shutting the door quietly behind you. As always feeling thankful that Historia was either too hard a sleeper to notice your exits or just never said anything. Your feet slid over the floor, until you reached Jean's door.

Through the crack where he'd left it open for you, you could see the way the moonlight shone over half of his face. One leg laying flat while the other was bent, knee pointing up at the ceiling. The book you'd brought him earlier resting in his lap as he scanned the words on each page with his thumb.

"You should come in before Captain sees you." Jean smiled without looking at you.

"You know, you've been teasing me all night." You answered, walking into his room and shutting the door quietly. "That stops now."

His chuckle was calming and yet also electrifying as you walked over to him. He slid his legs open and in you went scooting your arms under his frame as he kissed your forehead. Welcoming you into the sweet embrace.

"That's new." You commented pointing to the small vase with small white flowers in it.

"I couldn't help but see you when I saw these. I don't know how long they'll stay alive but they're pretty." He popped it out of its little home on his desk playfully petting your nose with the petals.

You giggled, taking the flower from him. "When did you get it?" You sat up between his legs to fully appreciate the beautiful plant.

"I was out with Eren, Connie-"

"Oh god." You whispered, biting your lip to keep the shitty grin off your face.

Jean just playfully rolled his eyes. "-Armin and Sasha." He finished

"They made fun of you." You groaned, burying your face in his chest.

"They're just mad they're not in love."

"Cheesy." You mumbled, pressing your lips on his.

"Adorable." He shook his head.

"Book!" You laughed, turning your head to look the discarded book, closed with a bookmark against his wall.

"Well." He began pulling you in tight. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and thighs so you were laying on top of him. (Feet not included). Grabbing the book from where it was and leaning you both back till his head was against the headboard.

"You know I normally read you small passages of a book till you fall asleep. But I noticed that you were having more nightmares. So I wanted you to bring me this book because Armin recommended it. It's full of poems and hopefully they'll be sweet enough that you can rest all night."

You could tell by Jean's slightly nervous expression that you'd said nothing for a really long amount of time. You quickly leaned in kissing his jawline and then his cheek, turning his head to you.

"I love you." You sighed, breath tickling his face.

"I love you more."

"Don't start that shit." You giggled, playfully punching his arm.

"Why? Because you always lose?"

"Read the damn book Jean-babe."

"Whatever you want, Love."

#aot x reader #snk x reader #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirschtein imagine #jean krischtein x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on titan x reader #jean krischtein fluff

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Wildflower

Summary: Lily thought she was doing okay, trying to believe that at the end of the path there would be a light, but the further she walked, the darker it got. Trapped in fear and in all those feelings that collapsed in her chest and made her feel smaller and smaller, Lily tried to save herself as she struggled to change the course of her story.

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Notes: This story was born out of a very strong desire of mine to write about good cheerleaders, and a friendlier atmosphere among the girls, and not that silly, unpleasant competition that we always see in books. Jily is the main couple, other couples will appear as the story progresses, but they are the main ones, and as much as Lily has been dating Snape at the beginning, this story is *NOT* a romance story between the two of them. This story is about Lily and James!

This story will talk about abusive relationships, but I promise it will have a happy ending.

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| J. P |

The party was full, tumultuous as usual, the music loud, the side conversations making everything seem even more confusing, the drinks glasses never emptying in people's hands, and the more the night fell, the more it seemed that everyone was less caught up in the shyness of the beginning. Some freshmen were already dancing on the table, others challenged the seniors to a beer pong, and some tried their luck with the older ones.

James walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, already feeling very drunk, needing to shake his head so that the three redheads in the corner became just one, as well as trying to make sure his feet worked well enough for him not to trip over his own sneaker. The kitchen of the house seemed full of obstacles now, all the cabinets seemed to move like a video game, preventing him from continuing to walk normally, which made him even more confused as to where he had to go.

He shouldn't have accepted Sirius' stupid idea of starting drinking before everyone else arrived, because now James could barely focus his vision and… Where were his glasses?

"Hi," he said, and his tongue felt bigger than his mouth. What was in that drink? ‘'Have you seen my glasses?'’ The red-haired girl seemed to be trying hard not to laugh, and James thought that if it weren't for her hair, the black outfit she was wearing would make him think she was part of the furniture and not a person .

"Hm…" She seemed to think, but James didn't understand why. Then her delicate hand reached up to touch his eyes, and he took a step back, startled, but instead of feeling her fingers, he felt nothing. "They're onyour face, but they're a little dirty."

"Thanks!" James sighed in relief, picking up his glasses to clean them; this time the redhead became five instead of one. Either he was really drunk, or he really needed to see an ophthalmologist. "You're very kind." He pointed to what he thought was the real girl.

'’Is this guy bothering you Lily?'’ A voice rang out loud behind James, he didn't know who it was but he knew the person wasn't as nice as the redhead, since he was pulled away from her and nearly knocked to the ground for his lack of balance. The person however didn't care. "Get away from her, you asshole."

"I wasn't doing anything." They were the same height, James could see that, and he had long black hair, almost matching Sirius'. But he knew he couldn't be him, because the voice wasn't the same, but also because the man in front of him was weaker and thinner than Black. "Hey!" James tried to defend himself as he was pushed again.

"Sev, stop it." The redhead pleaded, and this time her voice wasn't as cheerful as before, as if all of her happiness had suddenly been sucked away.

But before James could say anything, the man punched him in the face, and if it had been normal, he would have defended himself or maybe retaliated, but he was drunk, very drunk, so his body just fell back and James felt his head ache.

"Severus!" The redhead yelled, but James didn't remember much after that, because everything seemed like a jumble of thoughts and people were all blurs. At some point he remembers hearing Sirius' voice saying ''He's drunk, what the fuck do you have in your mind!?'' and, it seemed, a few minutes later he heard the redhead's voice saying ''He's bleeding.'' and it was the last thing James' drunk brain could understand.

| L. E |

"Why did you have to screw it up?!" Lily asked, annoyed and frustrated by all the drama. It was so tiring, always this fear that something would piss him off and he would completely lose his mind, and then Lily would have all those looks at her, a mixture of pity and judgment.

The party was supposed to be a different, relaxed time, they were supposed to have fun, have a drink, and Lily was finding it all good. Well, she had been in the kitchen since they arrived, but at least they were there so she couldn't complain.

She laughed when one of the freshmen climbed onto the table and nearly fell, or when she saw that boy come into the kitchen and looked more drunk than anyone else at the party, barely able to walk in a straight line, wondering where his glasses were. It was so fun to be surrounded by so much life, it was as if in that party there was no sadness and loneliness.

But he had to ruin all her happiness, like he always did.

'’Me? Are you going to blame me?’’ Snape yelled, even though he knew their friends were sleeping. Lily shook her head, too tired to fight, putting a hand to her temples to try to get her thoughts to sort themselves out in her mind. Take a deep breath, Lily, she thought, take a deep breath and count to ten.

"You're the one who punched him needlessly." Lily looked at him, trying to find in him that friend he'd once been, kind, lovely, who said he'd give the world to her. But now, Severus had turned into this man who seemed to have only two moods; completely angry or tame like a well-trained dog.

"He was touching you," he muttered, and anger seemed to burn in his black eyes. Which was reflected in the burning in Lily's chest.

‘’He wasn't touching me. He was drunk and wanted to know where his glasses were.” She said through clenched teeth, trying to take a few deep breaths before she exploded as usual, acting crazy and screaming whatever came to mind without a second thought. She needed to have more control of her feelings.

‘’Are you really dumb enough to believe that? He just wanted to fuck you.” Severus retaliated, and that made her take a step back into their small room, her calf touching the old sofa they had bought when they moved. Her eyes burned, tears of sadness and anger, mixtures that felt like sulfuric acid on her skin, but she wouldn't let them fall, not even one.

Severus seemed to realize the mistake he had made then, and his armor fell away, reverting to that tame dog.

"Lils, I didn't mean that." He sighed, as if he was the one tired of having to explain himself. It made her feel much smaller than before, making Lily think that maybe she could just disappear at any moment.

'’Forget it, I'm going to sleep'’ Lily tried to leave the room towards their bedroom but, as usual, Severus grabbed her arm and kept her there, his black eyes now seeming softer, as if all the anger had melted away and turned into sugar.

"I'm sorry, I just… I thought he was doing you something bad and I wanted to protect you." Severus kissed her, even though Lily hadn't shown she wanted it. "I love you so much and I would die before I let anyone hurt you," he whispered, his lips still too close to hers. '’Forgive me for this.'’

But she couldn't say anything, Lily just nodded because she was too tired to fight, and she already felt small and insufficient enough.

He just wanted to protect me, she thought, he loves me and he thought I was in danger, Lily mused, trying to make a rational part of her understand this once and for all.

#Jily #jily au #muggle au #james x lily #the marauders #James Potter #Lily Evans #jily fanfiction #my fic #wildflower

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maplecornia · 3 years

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chapter 28

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.13K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: Jin looks kind of like a vampire in my banner ngl

What does he know?

You find yourself spacing out as you stand at the printer, waiting for Namjoon's schedule.

Just when you thought you had found some normalcy to your already chaotic life, you find yourself here. Biting your bottom lip, you groan, falling on top of the printer, the warmth as it sparks to life easing you even if it's for a little while.

"Why me?" you murmur, your brow furrowed and eyes glistening with helpless emotion. "Why now?"

What happened to the auditions you had sent before? In a time where you believed that you could achieve your dream without anything or anyone else holding you back. Were you not good enough then?

What makes you good enough now?

Groaning, you slide off the printer and run your hands through your hair. Your neat look has been thoroughly rumpled, just like your day, and you wonder if there will ever be a time where you're allowed to breathe.

Where you're welcome to let go.

With the small slip of paper sliding out of the printer, you grab it and turn swiftly around, ready to take it to Namjoon.

If only life were easier.

With a sharp cry, you bump into a couple of people walking by, and scalding hot liquid splatters between the two of you. A bitter, almost pitch black liquid soils your shirt and destroys the schedule you hold in your hands.

Coffee? Again?

Sighing, You wipe some of the drops off your face before glancing up to see if the pair is all right.

It's two girls and from the looks of it, they seem to be staff themselves, perhaps working on the publications team. You try to catch a glimpse of their badges, but they're moving too much and you can't get a good enough look.

However, you're able to catch a glimpse of their features perfectly fine. One of them is tall, with a soft tan to her smooth skin, and darker features. She has obsidian eyes that glitter when the light catches them and a square jawline that matches her demanding aura. Her hair is long and straight but looks soft to the touch. She doesn't wear many expressions on her face, however, and looks to be a bit standoffish. She would be hard to get close to.

The second one is the one who was carrying the coffee and though her face is pulled into one of disgust, you can tell that she's gorgeous. She has soft honeydew skin and almond butter eyes. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, and her lips full and glossy. Her eyes are large and wide, a deep brown color, with long dark eyelashes brushing against her cheek each time she blinks. They would otherwise be beautiful if they didn't sparkle with hatred and malice.

After a moment, you recognize what you've done; panic rising in your throat, you scramble to do something. You quickly reach for your emergency towels, but you've left your satchel in your small office. Cursing silently underneath your breath, you reach down to pick up the discarded cup and help her as best as you can.

"I'm sorry I--"

"Watch out will you?!"

Stunned, you step back, not sure what to do. It's been a while since you've been yelled at like that. A while since you've felt that shock. Swallowing hard, you shake it off and proceed to pick up the cup, keeping your distance.

Maybe it's better to just leave her alone.

"Wait..." at the sound of her voice, you look up, rather disinterested. "Who are you?"

Rolling your eyes, you turn to the trash can. You can't believe you expected an apology. Her friend, the one who was helping her clean up, peers at you before nudging her.

"She's who we were talking about, remember? Jaejin's replacement."

At the mention of your friend's name, your ears perk, and you drop the coffee cup in the trash can. Just what have they been saying about you two? Biting the inside of your cheek in annoyance, you turn around, facing them head-on.

"Oh!" The coffee girl's eyes widen. She looks you up and down as though inspecting a piece of meat. Her lip curls as she turns to her friends, eyes darkening with disgust. "Why didn't they ask one of us? She's hardly experienced."

You raise an eyebrow. Do they think you can't hear them? The dark beauty shrugs, her black eyes dull with disinterest.

"I heard she knows Jaejin. He gave her the post."

You try to be angry, you try to deny the accusations...but they aren't wrong.

Somehow, that makes it worse.

"Who is she, a colonizer?!" Ms. Coffee scoffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. You try not to flinch, but you can't control it. You swallow hard, curling your hands into fists at your sides.

"Besides, isn't Jaejin dating Mijeong?"

Your breath stops as you hear the words, the same words Sunoh said when you met him. The same words which remind you of everything you have lost.

If they continue to speak, you don't listen, you can't hear them. The roar starts in your ears as your blood rushes to your head, and spots cloud your vision. You can't see, you can't think, you can't function.

Why is it still so hard?

Why can't you let go?

You feel yourself begin to sway as the room swirls into fragments of time and space, and you lose sight of where and who you are.

The only thing left is pain.

Always pain.

"Who says he isn't?" The hand wrapping itself securely around your shoulder, the soft calming voice at your ear, brings you back to reality and you're able to breathe again.

"Jojo?" The tall dark beauty's eyes widen and she steps back a bit. It seems as though she's started a fight she won't be able to finish. Jojo narrows her eyes, her hand tightening around your shoulder as she pulls you behind her in a protective gesture.

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing." Miss Coffee quickly intervenes, sending a wide smile your way. One that somehow comes across as menacing, matching the anger in her eyes. "Just a careless newbie is all."

Her voice is dripping with sarcasm and her friend beside her pinches her in her side, whispering something incomprehensible in her ear. The Coffee Girl shakes her off, growing furious by the second. You narrow your eyes her way. This has to be more than a stupid coffee spill, but what could she possibly have against you?

"Come on, Jojo. She's the one in the wrong. If it were any one of us, you wouldn't give a second look." She snarls before turning to you and reaching around Jojo to push you backward.

"Ya!" Jojo cries out in surprise, stepping in front of you, but not before the damage is done. Caught off guard, you stumble back into the printer. Her friend gasps, and steps back. You wonder if she's considering removing herself from the equation. Pulling yourself up, you glare at her before stepping forward.

"What's your problem?" you hiss, your hands clenching at your side to try and contain your anger. Jojo steps in front of you once more, just in case you decide to start swinging some punches. Frustrated, you push her aside. It's not like you're going to do anything. Jojo sends you a sideways glance, but you ignore her, focusing on the target in front of you. “What are you, a child?”

"Did you hear something?" The girl smirks, nudging her friend beside her who swallows nervously. You don't know why, but that only makes you angrier, and you consider stepping across Jojo to smack some sense into her. Instead, you deepen your glare and roll your eyes.

"Pathetic..."

Are you wrong? She's acting like a child. So naturally, your snide comment doesn't sit well with her. Eyes widening in anger, she raises her hand to slap you across the cheek, and you flinch.

But the strike never comes.

Opening your eyes slowly, you turn to find someone has come in between the two of you, hand wrapped tightly around the girls. You look to Jojo, half expecting the source to be her...but it's not. Her eyes are wide and she seems to have frozen.

So then who?

"Now now." Your eyes widen at the voice and your heart starts pounding hard in your ears as he steps in front of you, shielding you. The girl stares up at him with shameful fear, as though her entire world has just been shattered. "You should really watch your temper."

He drops her hand and she steps back, her friend catching her from behind.

"You never know who might be watching."

He gestures to the room, at the groups of people watching, whispering to each other. They don't hide their interest, nor their disgust as they send looks towards the girl.

Satisfied, he turns to you, a reassuring smile breaking out on his face. The same face known and cherished worldwide. Up close, it's even more unreal.

Kim Seokjin.

"As you said, Yen is new, and when you were first starting out, you made way more mistakes believe me." Jojo snaps, her eyes glittering with anger as she turns to Coffee. She steps forward, leaning beside her ear.

"I would be careful who you make an enemy, sweetheart." She whispers harshly, loud enough for anyone close to the two of them to hear. "Namjoon quite likes his assistant, wonder what he'd do if something happened to her."

Though the threat wasn't directly said, it's clear what Jojo meant and as she pulls back, smiling sweetly; the girl's pale face tells you that she clearly understood.

"Is that all then?" Jin says from beside you, causing you to jump. When did he get so close? The girl glances at the two of you and seems to grow furious at the sight. Her pale face quickly flushes with anger and she scowls before storming away, ramming her shoulder violently into yours before she goes; her friend scuttling after her.

"Ya!" Jojo calls, but the girl is already gone, and you don't mind. Scoffing, she shakes her head before turning to you. "So immature...what are we kids?"

You don't respond, instead, you turn away from the pair of them, finding your printed schedule discarded and drenched on the ground. Sighing, you pick it up, holding it gingerly in your hands.

Everything soiled.

"Now I have to start all over."

Behind you, Jojo and Jin give each other a look before Jojo kneels beside you and places her hand on your shoulder. When you don't look at her right away, she peers into your face and you turn to her, your face blank.

"Yen, are you alright?" you nod before pulling away, throwing the schedule in the trash can.

"I'm fine."

Jojo sighs before standing as well.

"Why didn't you stop them?" you pause at the question.

Why didn't you stop them? You're not sure you know yourself. You wanted to, you wanted to fight back...

But you have no fight left.

Sighing, you shake off the feeling of despondency before turning to her and smiling weakly.

"Were they wrong?" Jin furrows his brow in concern at the phrase. He tries to read your expression, understand what's wrong but it's near impossible. You've closed yourself off to everyone around you, and while you try to act tough, you're afraid. Sighing you turn away from them, unable to handle the pitying looks. "Besides, I don't have to answer to them."

I don't have to answer to anybody.

After a moment, Jin walks to your side and places his hand gently on your shoulder. Surprised, you flinch away from his grasp, but it doesn't phase him. He looks down at you with a somber expression before noticing your drenched shirt. You follow his gaze and the heat of embarrassment floods your cheeks. You quickly fold your arms across the stain, acting as though it doesn't exist. He smirks a little at the attempt.

Now she...she's interesting.

"Jojo?" He calls, still staring at you, and you narrow your eyes.

What is he expecting, a cookie?

"Would you mind printing out the schedule for Ms..." His eyes search for your badge before he locates it and takes it, reading your name. "...Lin today?"

Jojo nods but looks towards him a bit perplexed.

"Sure...but what are you planning to do?"

Smiling he twirls your ID in his hand before you snatch it away from him which only makes his smile grow wider. Taking your hand, he turns and pulls you behind him, Jojo staring at the two of you in shock.

"I'm going to help her change."

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: another BTS member encounter! and yes, it's the cliche stop of the slap, shut up 🙄

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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The Ride (3)

Part One | Part Two |

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Warning: Violence, Blood, Smut

Word Count: 2.8k

"Hey cousin." Rose sneers, looking at you up and down as if you were pathetic. "Not so tough now, are we?" She laughs, fake pouting before erupting in laughter.

"When grandpa gets.." you begin but she cuts you off quickly.

"Grandpa isn't going to do a fucking thing. He still hasn't responded to that little home movie we sent." She admits. "We'll give him another few hours before making another move." She finishes with a wink before leaving you alone, closing the heavy door behind her.

That fucking bitch, you think. Your blood is boiling that she did this to you. You were going to get out of these ropes and when you did, you were going to beat her ass.

You looked around the room for something, anything that you could use to saw through the ropes. Lucky for you, you see a small nail sticking out of the corner of the wall and you manage to crawl over despite your ankles being tied together as well.

You stand up, trying to ignore the pain that radiating through your entire body as you rub the rope over the nail, listening to the faint sound of the rope unravelling.

You're laying in the same spot as you were when Rose left the last time, the only difference now is that your hands are free, as well as your feet but she doesn't need to know that. You lay there waiting, just waiting for the moment of her return.

"We'll start soon. Just let me make her look a little worse." You hear Rose from the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself as she opens the door. You close your eyes, waiting for the perfect moment. You listen closely, the sound of her feet dragging gets closer and closer to you.

She kneels, you can feel her breath as she hovers over you. "Pathetic." She spits.

"Yes bitch, you are." You say, sitting up and colliding your head with hers to knock her back. She gasps as she stumbled backwards, her fingers reaching up and touching under her nose and feeling the blood leaking down.

"You bitch." She snarls, charging for you. Her hands balled into fists, she takes a swing for your face, landing the punch on your cheek. You now charge for her, your hand grabbing a clump of her hair, yanking her head down as you lift your knee quickly, hearing the crunch of her nose as her face meets your knee. She lets out a scream as you push her to the ground, walking towards her, your chest heaving. She scrambles to her feet, charging at you like a linebacker, knocking you into the wall. You bring your elbow up, nailing it into her back a couple of times as he continues to pin you. When she finally let's go, she swiftly punches you in the stomach a few times, hitting your ribs, making you double over in pain.

But you knew if you were going to get out of there, you needed to step it up and fight through your pain. You muster up all the energy you have inside of you and punch her in the face before lifting your leg, kicking her in the stomach, knocking her to the ground. You climb on top of her and feed her shot after shot, until she's crying, blood spewing from her face.

"Whose plan was this!?" You growl.

"Mine!" She cries.

"Bullshit. You're not that smart." You spit. "You sent this to grandpa.. for what?" You ask, hitting her again.

"It was his idea!" She screams, crying heavily. "It was grandpa who planned this." She finishes.

You stumble back off her, looking at her confused with tears brimming in your eyes. You and he were so close, this didn't make any sense. "W-what? Why?" You whisper.

"I may have put it in his head you were going to have him voted out and take over." She coughs. "I knew if he thought that, he'd get rid of you and sure enough he tried." She says, still laying on the floor.

"I would never." You say.

"Well in his mind, you were. I wanted you gone. You were always his favourite and I hated it. So I thought if I could make him think you were trying to get him out, maybe he'd love me more." She says.

A few seconds later her two partners run into the room, looking around at all the blood and then seeing Rose laying on the floor.

"Rose! Rose! Are you okay?" One asks.

"No you fucking idiot." She scoffs. "Do I look okay? Take me to a hospital." She whines.

"What about.. her?" The other one asks.

"Let her go. I'm done with this bullshit." She finishes, as one of the men helps her up. "Here." She says, tossing you a set of car keys.

You limp your way out to the car, your hand holding your ribs as you climb into the passenger seat. Rage fills your body as you start the engine before speeding out of the gravel parking lot. Rose's words spin through your head as you speed to your grandpa's house.

Twenty minutes later you speed into the driveway, feeling lucky the gates had already been open. You come to a complete stop, throwing the car into park and getting out, limping to the front door. You bust inside, yelling as you walk down the hallway towards the living room.

"Grandpa!" You sing as you make it to the staircase, where you see Baekhyun running down to see what was going on.

"Ayn?" He whispers, staring at you shocked. "How.. how did you get out?" He asks, gently pulling you in for a hug. "What happened? Where were you?" He questions.

"It was Rose." You breathe, trying not to cry.

"What?" Baekhyun asks.

"She did it." You pause. "For him." You spit, your voice is shaky as you point to your grandfather who was standing in the doorway of his office.

"What are you doing here?." He asks, his face remaining unimpressed.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" You yell. "I know this was you. Rose told me everything."

He says nothing.

"She told me all about how she made you think I was trying to get a vote going to get you out. That's not true! I never did that and would never do that!" You cry. "She lied to you."

"Oh, now Rose wouldn't do that." He chuckles. "I've seen the way you've been acting around here. Whispering to people, clearly trying to get them to vote for you."

"I've never once said or did that. Grandpa, you know I would never! You know me! How can you believe her?" You ask, feeling heartbroken. You couldn't believe that he thought of you like this.

"You know what, I just need a doctor now. I'm going to lay in my room." You spit, turning to the staircase with the help of Baekhyun.

"I can't have a traitor living in my house." He chuckles. "You are no family of mine anymore, Ayn. And if I were you, I'd watch my back. And don't think about doing anything.. that might harm anyone." He finishes, turning to go back into his office.

Baekhyun scoops you up in his arms, carrying you out the front door of the house you used to call home.

An hour later Baekhyun pulls you from his car, carrying you into EXO's house. He carries you inside, calling out for someone.

"Lay! I need help." He yells, taking you to the living room and laying you down on the couch.

"What happened?" A blonde man asks, kneeling beside the couch, trying to decide on which wound to look at first.

"Her grandfather, Chairman Yang had her kidnapped and tortured." Baekhyun seethes, his teeth clenched together.

"What the fuck." One of the mumbles, his eyes wide as you try your best to breathe.

"I'm going to need to reset some ribs and some other things. Bring her downstairs, she's going to have to be put under." Lay says. "Kyungsoo I'm going to need your help." He says to another man who rushes off.

Baekhyun scoops you up again, bringing you down the narrow staircase, and into a room that closely resembles a surgical room at a hospital.

"You'll be okay." Baekhyun smiles, rubbing your head as you get hooked up to some machines. "I'll be right here when you wake up." He finishes as they inject you with the sedation. Your eyes become heavy and the last thing you see is Baekhyun's smiling face as you close your eyes.

It feels like minutes, but according to Baekhyun it's two days later you wake up from your surgery. Lay had told him that your injuries weren't as severe as he expected when he went in there but they were still pretty bad and it would take you some time to recover.

"I have to lay in bed for 4 weeks?" You groan, throwing your hand over your eyes. "I need to get revenge, or do something."

"You leave that to me, just focus on getting better. But did you have anything in mind for Chairman Yang and Rose?" Baekhyun asks.

"Take. Them. Out." You grit through your teeth. Your family wanted to turn on you, frame you and disown you? Then you owed them nothing and didn't give a fuck about them. You close your eyes again, the exhaustion taking over once again.

The 4 weeks you were practically forced to stay in bed were the longest weeks of your life. By the second week, you had been feeling much better but no one would let you do anything, except shuffle your way to and from the bathroom if Baekhyun would even allow that.

Not to mention, he refused to touch you at all, and to say you were horny was a huge understatement.

"So I'm cleared now?" You ask Lay. "To do anything?" You ask, winking at him weirdly.

"Yes, you can have sex now." Lay chuckles, standing up to leave your room.

You quickly rushed from your bed and to your shower, needing to freshen up before Baekhyun got back from whatever errand he had to run. You scrubbed your hair, your body, shaved every surface, just made sure there was no longer any smell associated with what had happened left. You were dealing with the trauma, but right now you wanted to forget it all and get railed by Baekhyun.

After your shower, you quickly dried your hair and went to the dresser to find any kind of lingerie. Luckily for you, tucked way in the back was a small little lace piece that was just your size. You ripped the tag off, shoving it back in the drawer before putting it on and loving the way it made your tits look.

You could hear Baekhyun's voice down the hallway, so you sprinted back into your bed, covering yourself with the covers when Baekhyun walked in.

"Hi." He smiles. "How are you feeling?" He asks.

"I'm okay." You smile. "I have a surprise for you." You whisper. "Turn around."

Baekhyun smiles widely, turning around and tapping his foot as he waits. You get out from under the covers, sitting on your knees you adjust yourself before telling him to turn around.

When he turns, his mouth drops as his eyes scan your body up and down a few times.

"I.. uh. Wow. Like.. wow." He says, clearing his throat. "I thought.. " he pauses.

"Lay cleared me." You purr.

"For?" He asks.

"Everything." You whisper.

You crawl off the bed to where Baekhyun is standing, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his jeans, making your pussy throb. You undo the button and the zipper of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers to free his cock. You grip your hand around his already throbbing cock, stroking him from base to tip.

"So hard.” You moan. You slowly stroke his cock, back and forth, watching the precum already dripping from his red, swollen tip. You lick your lips before opening up your mouth, engulfing his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you begin to hum, the sweet vibration sending so many chills down his spine.

Your hand pumps his base as your mouth takes on the rest of him, your tongue swirling around. You can feel the saliva seep from your mouth as you swallow him, sucking and pumping until he's almost ready to bust.

"S-stop before I cum." He growls, but you continue sucking him off, making him pant. His hand grabs a clump of your hair, yanking your head back, forcing his cock from in your mouth.

"I said stop, baby." He growls, staring down at you. His hand is still gripping your hair, forcing you to look up at him as a mixture of his precum and your saliva drips down your chin.

"Yes, sir." You smile.

"Hands and knees." He demands.

Eagerly, you climb on the bed, getting onto your hands and knees, swaying your ass from side to side as Baekhyun comes up behind you. He grabs your ass, squeezing harshly before raising his hand and laying a hard slap on your right cheek, making you yelp.

"Quiet now, princess." He purrs.

You feel his fingers gently grazing your clit from underneath before moving up, his fingers slowly pushing into your pussy.

"Ahh." You gasp, it's been so long. Your head drops down as you bite your lip, moving back and forth against his hand.

"Are you eager?" He chuckles.

"Fuck me." You beg. "Please push your cock in me and fuck me until I cum all over it." You whine.

"As you wish." Baekhyun groans. He pulls his fingers from inside you, sucking them clean of your juices.

He pumps his cock a few times before pushing himself into you, stretching your pussy around his cock.

"Fuck." You both huff. You missed the feeling of Baekhyun's large cock stretching you out, fucking you raw until your scream.

"Fuck me hard." You demand. Baekhyun's hands land on your hips, his fingers digging deeply into you. He snaps his hips once, thrusting so hard it jolted you forward, causing shivers to spread across your body.

"Please. Just like that." You whine. Baekhyun continues to fuck you slow, but thrust hard, making you cry out in pleasure each time.

His hand leaves your hips, moving to underneath you, his fingers pressing your swollen clit, rubbing the bud and making you cry out louder.

He hunches himself over you, continuing to rub your clit but his thrusts are fast and hard, pounding his cock into you.

"Don't.. don't stop." You stutter, your breathing laboured as your orgasm builds so quickly. "I'm gonna.. cum." You whimper, your orgasm spreading through your entire body, making you shake as you cum around his cock. You tighten your pussy, making Baekhyun cry out as he releases himself into you, filling your pussy up with his juices.

"Fuck." He breathes, sitting up, his cock still inside you. He raises his hand, landing a smack on your ass again, chuckling while he pulls out and drags you to the shower with him, his cum dripping down your leg.

A few days later, Baekhyun stood by the front door with you, pleading for you to rethink going on a run.

"I have something else we can do?" He winks, nudging your arm.

"I need this run but when I get back, definitely." You smile. "Plus we need to go over the retaliation on Chairman Yang. Make sure everything is going according to plan." You finish, giving Baekhyun a peck on the lips before walking out the door.

You plug in your headphones as the sun shines down on you. You feel good, you're happy and things are working out just the way they should. Just as you leave the gates, you see a familiar car sitting outside, with your grandpa leaning against the car. You pull out your headphones, yelling over to him.

"What do you want?" You yell.

He chuckles and shakes his head as he walks towards you. "I told you not to try anything stupid." He says. "And now here you are planning on retaliating against me?" He says.

"How did you.. " you trail off.

"How did I know?" He asks. "I've got a rat in there." He laughs. "I warned you. And now you'll pay the price." He finishes turning around to head back towards his car.

You roll your eyes, turning around to walk the other way. Just as you're putting your headphone back in, you hear what sounds like a gunshot before you feel a hot, burning sensation in your back, along with wetness pouring down your back. You collapse to your knee before falling to your stomach, laying on the gravel bleeding. You barely hear the car driving away, just as you barely hear the sounds of Baekhyun screaming your name before you succumb to the darkness

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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We Don’t Talk Anymore ~ OT7 [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 1.8K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluff, older brother, tiny angst.

↬↬↬Pairing: Friend!OT7 X Fem!Reader

↬↬↬A/n: Hope this is okay for you sweetie, I know you said when Jungkook is performing but I wanted to change it up a little bit so I hope this is still okay for you

Namjoon found you first you were pacing back and forth in the changing room that had been provided to you,

"You doing okay?" He questioned walking into the room to talk to you but you weren't aware he was there. Your mind was all over the place thinking about going out to perform on the stage with not only all of BTS but your ex-boyfriend Charlie Puth who had ripped your heart apart right on stage and claimed it was fine because the kiss between him and Meghan Trainor was nothing but a kiss between co-workers.

"Shit, Namjoon! Announce when you walk into a room." You groaned clutching your hand over your heart when you turned to see him standing there, he said nothing and just wrapped his arms around you forcing your head to rest against his chest while you did your best not to cry and ruin the makeup the stylist had done for you.

"It's going to crush me Namjoon." You whimpered sitting down on the leather sofa that was inside of your changing room and he sat down beside you rubbing your hand between his to try and comfort you, you'd been close with all of BTS since your collaboration four years ago.

"We'll be right there, we won't let him come near you. Just look at us or the crowd while you sing, just like you practised." They were the only ones other than you and Charlie that knew about the dating and the messy breakup that had happened,

"Five minutes!" You heard someone scream and you shuddered at the thought of going out on the stage in front of all of those people and pretending to be happy about it. You adored performing and you loved all of your fans it was just Charlie's presence that was going to bother you.

"I have to go and calm down Jungkook, come with me and stand with Jin while you wait." Namjoon held out his hand for you to take and you slid your palm into his walking out of the changing room hand in hand and straight into Charlie who was dressed up in a suit and smiling brightly as if performing with you didn't bother him, but of course, it didn't. He didn't care that you had broken up it had always felt like he didn't care about you.

"Hi Y/n." Namjoon pulled you along faster when Charlie tried to talk to you and you mentally thanked him and set a reminder to yourself to buy him a drink after the show was over.

"Where's Kookie?" You questioned Jin who came over to you and Namjoon, you looked over to where Jin was pointing to see a nervous-looking Jungkook sitting in a chair and staring at the floor trying to calm down.

"You'll do great Kook." You reminded him letting go of Namjoon's hand and kneeling down in front of JUngkook who was now staring into your eyes,

"He isn't nervous about performing." You heard Yoongi mumble from behind you and you frowned turning to look at him, he looked pissed off and about ready to rip someones head off.

"What's wrong?" You asked Jungkook turning your attention back to him and making him stare at you, your hand was resting on his cheek and you could have sworn you saw him relax as soon as you did.

"He doesn't want to see Charlie and see red again..." Jimin answered you looking down at the floor.

"HE DID WHAT!?" Jungkook practically screamed jumping up from the table and sending glasses of water flying and ruining most of the food that was sitting for you all.

"Kook, relax." You whispered trying to stop the looks from people inside of the restaurant but he was making a scene about everything.

"No, he's got every right to be like this. I can't believe that fucking guy-" Yoongi was cut short when a waitress came over and started to help clean up the things that Jungkook had knocked over.

"Look...It was a month ago and I'm not bothered anymore." It was the biggest and only lie you'd ever told the boys and Hoseok saw right through it the moment you spoke about it.

"Your nose twitched." You groaned downing a shot glass of Soju and looked at Namjoon for help but he'd already told you he wasn't going to lie to them about this.

"So he just kissed her...on stage in front of everyone and told you it meant nothing?" You nodded at Taehyung's question and you looked down at the shot glass, rolling it around in your hands while you tried to think of something to say to him.

"Their acting isn't great and the whole time they were acting like a couple it felt too real and the kiss...Well, you can see from multiple angles that the kiss was very convincing." Namjoon pulled your head to rest on his shoulder and you broke down into a small sob. The boys had always been protective of you, like older brothers, and now that someone had hurt someone they cared about all they saw was red.

"I'll punch him," Jungkook growled looking at you as he noticed how red your eyes were from crying, you thought you were over it but you clearly weren't and the boys were just as mad about it as you were.

"Guys it was a long time ago-"

"Three months ago..." Jimin told you looking at Jungkook who was gripping onto his microphone so tight that it looked like it was going to snap into two pieces.

"Jungkook. Look at me, all of you look at me." They all looked you in the eyes and you sighed trying to convince them that you were fine and that you were ready for this.

"The song is about you though y/n...Doesn't that bother you?" Taehyung questioned getting ready to get into place and you looked down at the floor.

"It didn't until just then." He groaned running and hugging you before sprinting to get into place.

"3...2...1." The stage manager said as you and Jungkook got into place just in time. Jungkook was sitting in the chair while you stood behind him in a floor-length silk gown. The microphones were switched on so you were no longer allowed to talk, only look at one another with knowing looks.

The stage slowly started to raise up and you held steady onto the chair while singing into your white microphone,

"We don't talk anymore, we don't talk anymore We don't talk anymore, like we used to do," The stage was set and you and Jungkook began walking further into the middle to meet Charlie at the small keyboard he was playing from,

"We don't love anymore. What was all of it for? Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do." You held the note and then Charlie and Jungkook began singing more to one another while you smiled at all the correct cameras looking at Jungkook whenever you needed mental support that everything was okay.

"Ooh, it's such a shame, That we don't talk anymore..." The final note ended with you and you smiled as people in the venue began to clap and whistle for you all. You and Jungkook hugged and when Charlie came to hug you Jungkook stepped in the way giving him a bro hug but you knew he secretly wanted to punch him.

"Give it up for Y/n Y/l/n and BTS!" The rest of the stage began to rise and Namjoon began rapping his lines to fake Love, you walked over to him and stood by his side while he did so winking when he finished his lines and it moved onto Hoseok.

As soon as the last note was done on stage and the lights went to black you kicked off your heels and sprinted in the direction of your changing room not looking back at any of them when they called your name.

"Stay out of it!" Yoongi yelled at Charlie when he tried to follow them all after you, Jungkook was carrying your shoes and Namjoon was holding the microphone you had pushed into his chest before running away.

"I just want to see if she's okay-"

"She's fine no thanks to you," Taehyung said looking at Charlie who stumbled backwards feeling the hostility radiating from them as he continued following them back to your changing room. The door was shut and you were sitting in front of it crying into your knees trying not to make too much noise because you could hear them all outside.

"Look whatever she told you wasn't true," You heard Charlie try to defend and you scoffed getting up from the floor and wrapping your arms around yourself as he tried to spit lies to them about you.

"It was just a kiss, nothing else. Me and Meghan we're just close friends." You heard a grunt before a gasp and you threw the door open to see Yoongi standing there holding his hand while someone bent down checking on Charlie who was holding his nose in pain.

"Yoongi?!" You panicked looking at him and then to his hand, they wall walked into your changing room and you took his hand in yours turning it over to look at it and make sure he was okay.

"Fuck Yoongi, I can't believe you punched him," Jimin said looking at Charlie who was being taken away by first aiders on the set, you stared at Yoongi like he was crazy.

"Are you trying to get bad press?!" He stared at you sadly and you knew why he'd done it but it still didn't make the situation any better. He couldn't tell people he'd punched him because he had cheated on you in the past since no one had even known about you and Charlie dating before.

"We'll figure something out, in the meantime, you need to apologise," Namjoon told him taking charge of the situation and planning to set everything right as soon as possible.

"I'll get some ice for your hand," Jungkook said leaving the room and you quickly told Jin to follow him just in case Charlie was near again and he needed stopping just as much as Yoongi did.

"He won't come near you again," Yoongi mumbled as you sat him down on the sofa, you sat on the coffee table in front of him and thanked him for ''defending your honour.''

"The next time you want to act like an older brother can you buy me dinner first?" You quizzed trying to make the situation lighter and he chuckled promising you he would buy dinner that night as soon as everything was cleared over and you could all leave the venue.

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Multiple Character Work: an s/o Pulling them into Dancing

TW // none

This was a request by @memory-mortis , I wish I still could answer to it directly but Tumblr is a dick. Enjoy the answer hun, hope you like it! <3

Kujo Jotaro, Higashikata Josuke, Narancia Ghirga, Leone Abbacchio with an s/o who pulls them into dancing, fem!s/o

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

You felt incredibly good. The music was something you had needed for so much time, considering all the bad events that had happened lately. You kinda knew that all the eyes were on you, there was who was smiling, who was following the rythm of the music. And then there was your boyfriend.

May it be because he was tired, may it be because he was too focused on your moves. But he wasn't absolutely dancing. It was funny to finally dance after all that time. But after you had fell in love with him, you felt like dancing with him could have been even better.

If you could only convince him...

KUJO JOTARO

You approached him, with a sly smile on your face. Jotaro willingly ignored you. You were in the middle of the desert and had found a working radio which was playing good music? It all looked too weird, to him. An enemy stand user who was try to make them let their guard down? It was night, and the six of you were getting ready to sleep, after a long day. But the music was inside of you, right now.

You started dancing around, jumping around Joseph and Polnareff, who were laughing, twirling all around Kakyoin while Avdol was clapping his hands. They also looked incredibly pleased, thanks to the music. But Jotaro, your boyfriend, was a mixture between kind and shocked. He was so stressed, poor boy, and you could tell by how he was staring at the radio.

"A... A radio enemy stand which makes people go crazy..." he was mumbling, while you were getting closer to him, wanting to take his hands in yours and pulling you into dancing with you. As soon as you were close enough to be in his range of action, he suddenly summoned Star Platinum, scaring you to death. You fell on the soft desert sand, looking at him in shock.

"J-Jotaro...?" he just stood there, angrily staring at you.

"Y/n. Are you being possessed by this enemy stand?" Star Platinum was just right in front of you, as you shook your head and swallowed. The crusaders were as shocked as you were. Jotaro was too stressed. After all, his mother's life was in danger and all he could think about was defeating Dio. After he understood what was going on, his stand disappeared, and he hid his face under his black hat. "Nevermind. Sorry."

You stood up, getting closer to him again. This time, instead of grabbing his hands, you took off his hat, putting it on your own head. It was too big for you, it fell on your eyes. You smiled to him.

"It's okay, JoJo. You can never know where an enemy might be. You've been careful, and that's always good." you wrapped your arms around his torso. "I just really, really wanna dance with the boy I love." The ordinary Jotaro would have never done it, but this Jotaro, so nervous, maybe needed it.

You took him by the hand, and pulled him away from his thoughts, gently moving his arms on the rythm of the music. His hands moved directly on your waist, and you smiled. This caused a bunch of whispered comments from the others.

"Oh my god."

"Ooh la la."

Jotaro killed Joseph and Jean Pierre with his gaze, but then went back at watching you. He held you closer, and you swore you saw a smile on him.

"Didn't know you were this good at dancing." You commented, caressing his neck.

"This is not... good." Jotaro snorted. "It's just dancing, y/n."

"Mind letting me decide whether this is good or not, Kujo?" at this answer of yours, he answered with a smirk. You broke the perfect dancing pose, to hug him tight and stand on tiptoe, leaving a quick peck on his lips.

"Thank you for dancing with me, JoJo."

"How cute, a kiss~" Joseph teased his grandson.

"Oh, l'amour." Jotaro killed his grandpa and his french friend, afterwards.

HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE

The slight pain of an elbow on his arm and the sound of a raspy voice woke him up from his daydreaming. He'd never tried to go in a dance club. It was quite a mess.

"Oi Josuke." the boy huffed. "Your girlfriend over there is staring at you. She's totally hot, you should go, she looks like she wants to dance, huh Josuke?" you were, in fact, dancing around, kinda staring at him. But he was there with his best friend. You would have annoyed him, maybe?

"Okuyasu, are you hungry?" Josuke asked, staring at you from afar but talking to his bestie.

"Yes, like a lot."

"Fantastic." Josuke smirked. "I am not. How about you go eating something? Mh?" his best friend's eyes widened.

"Oooh... I understand, Josuke." unbelievable. "Have fun Josuke, okay Josuke? Bye J o s u k e e e ...."

As soon as he left, you kinda decided it was your time to shine. And he was slightly smiling, too.

"JoJo!" You approached your boyfriend wiggling your hips around - more or less like the iconic Suzi Q approaching Joseph -, and then rested your hands on his chest, right on the heart shaped unbuttoned part of his uniform. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Ah..." Josuke tried to play the victim, to make you baby him. "My best friend said he had better things to do and left me alone..."

"Yeah, right..." you teased him and gently kissed him, ignoring the voices of jealous girls behind you who would have wanted to be you. "You don't like it here?"

"I've never been in a dance club... 's pretty chaotic."

"Yes, but the good thing is you can be yourself without getting judged. Just dance, Josuke." you grabbed the hands he was resting on your back, and brought them to your hips.

As soon as you pulled Josuke with you, not in the middle of the crowd - you still wanted your intimacy with him -, but not too far, you felt someone pushing you, making you stumble on Josuke's feet. Luckily, he caught you just in time not to make you fall. You decided not to turn around. You just smiled, pissed off.

"Who pushed me, Josuke?" the boy watched. He saw a girl, he didn't know her, though.

"Someone jealous, I think." he just answered, giggling and holding you tighter while moving with you on the music.

Nobody in the dance club saw it coming, but Josuke knew pretty well what you were doing, seeing your stand pop up behind you and punching that girl. He laughed, and that made you the happiest. "Maybe we should look surprised?" he suggested. You shook your head.

"Nah, nevermind..." your hands moved to his shoulders, and you kissed him again, while you were dancing.

The only ones to dance, to be honest. Everyone was being shocked about the girl who had been punched by your stand - nobody could see it -, and everyone's eyes were on the couple who was ignoring her. You two. Josuke blushed a little, but he had to admit that night with you in the dance club was priceless.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

You were shocked. Bucciarati had asked to put such a cute music at Libeccio's purposely for the gang to relax a bit. Even Abbacchio was quietly humming on the music. But Narancia, a known music lover and great dancer, was just sitting at the table, his fork wandering around his plate, not wanting to eat.

Probably wanting to dance, but holding back. Why was he holding back? Even you, his girlfriend, were dancing, and he was just there, almost sad looking. From afar, you gestured him into joining you, but he just tried to avoid your gaze.

You then got worried and curious about what was he thinking about, and you reached for him.

"Oi... Nara?" you kneeled down, next to his chair, and kissed him on his cheek. "Won't you join us? Won't you join me?" He looked at you. You could tell he wanted to dance, too.

"Y/n... why do you want me to dance with you?" you got a little taken aback by his question. "I'm still trying to figure out why did you choose me over someone like Bruno or Abbacchio..." your expression softened.

"I chose you over them..." you hugged him to make him stand up from the chair. "...because it's you who I like, Narancia. Very easy. And I'd rather dance once with you than a million times with them. Understood?" you kissed his forehead, cheeks and nose. He smiled shyly.

"Are you sure we can dance together, then?" Narancia asked. You noticed how Bucciarati was actually listening to your conversation. He was thinking about how to thank you later for making Narancia happy and confident about himself again.

"It's you the real dance machine, come dance wi-" you saw Aerosmith flying over your head, and as you noticed it, Narancia had already disappeared.

You turned around and saw him dancing like he had wanted to do that for hours, Aerosmith flying all around him happily, hitting the rythm of the music with its user. You immediately joined him, but you were more focused on looking at how happy he was. Narancia was your ray of sunshine, you couldn't hold back from hugging him while he was dancing, so he could lead you and do the same dance steps with you.

As you two danced together, your two stands could be seen having fun together on the rythm. Bucciarati was laughing, Giorno was happily smiling, Fugo and Abbacchio humming the music along with the radio. Mista tried to stand up to join you and Narancia, but Abbacchio grabbed his blue turtleneck, pulling him back on his chair.

You couldn't understand if it was because he didn't want another idiot to dance or if he actually wanted you and Narancia to enjoy your moment together. Trish was sitting on the table, yelling for a good cause.

"Won't we get to see a kiss between you two?"

Narancia had never felt comfortable in kissing on your lips in front of the gang, but he was so excited thanks to the music, that he just got closer to you, pressing his lips on yours. You felt your cheeks go on fire, but you were happy that Narancia was happy, too.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

Narancia and Mista were dancing, their music so loud everyone even outside could hear it, you dancing along with them. Too many times you pretended to stumble on your boyfriend's foot, slouched on the couch, with his eyes closed and his headphones on, just to get his attention. But he just ignored you.

You grew tired of waiting for Abbacchio to care about you stumbling on his foot, and just did what you knew he hated. You didn't actually do nothing weird, just sat next to him, without him noticing. The two boys who were dancing immediately understood what you wanted to do.

"Oh, Mista, try to put your hands around my waist, so we can dance better." Mista and Narancia were quietly giggling.

"Mmmm." was the only sound Abbacchio produced, angrily opening an eye, just to see you were sitting next to him, luckily without Mista's hands around you. You laughed.

"Hi, love."

"Mmm." you got closer and took off his headphones, since you were the only one who could do this without risking an immediate death. He opened both his eyes, and looked at you. Then he managed to put together two words. "What is it, amore?"

You stood up and grabbed his hands, pulling it to make him stand up. He's heavy, and won't stand up.

"Please?" you puppy eyed him, shaking his hands a little. You understood you had to use your trump card. "I would be so happy if you danced with me... Leone." he just couldn't say no, when you called him with his first name.

He huffed, standing up and blushing.

"I'm... fine with it, but... please, change the song... I like something more classical."

"Mh..." you hummed. "We getting romantic?" you just succeeded in making Abbacchio blush even more. You should thank God that you're yourself, or Leone would have scolded you several times for exposing him like this.

"Kinda." he said, as Narancia changed his music to something slower. Abbacchio posed to start dancing, and you looked at him, confused. He smirked. "You want to dance with me and don't know how to dance what I like?" Leone giggled. "This means I'll have to teach you." He put a hand on your waist, and moved a hand of yours on his shoulder.

"Try to stay closer to me... our chests have to be close, our heads don't." he said, as he guided you in your dance steps, under the amused eyes of Narancia and Mista.

"What do you mean our heads don't... what are we, Transformers?" Abbacchio snorted, smirking a little. Okay, that had been so sudden and funny, not even him could hold back a laugh.

He suddenly pulled you up and kissed you, leaving the two boys that were watching you in a complete state of shock. You caressed his cheek, and smiled in his sweet kiss. "I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty sure this wasn't implied in the dance step..." you whispered, smirking.

Abbacchio bit his lower lip, and smirked back. "Are you sure about this? Looks like our dancing was pretty... impressive." he gestured towards Narancia and Mista's shocked faces.

"I wouldn't mind dancing another time, would you, Leone?"

"No, I wouldn't surely mind."

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ping-ping-ying · 4 years

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ATEEZ as Yanderes! PT. 1/11

⚠️WARNING⚠️ : toxic relationships, mental, physical, and emotional abuse, mentions of death/murder, descriptive violence, kidnapping,

⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ : these are ALL FICTIONAL, and my OWN personal opinions and perceptions on the boys. Yanderes are NOT to be taken lightly or romanticized, these types of people are REAL and are/can be very dangerous. These kinds of stories are ONLY for entertainment. If you know anyone like this in real life, please get help!

HONGJOONG ⚖

Worship Yandere

"I'll do anything for you! I'll even kill for you! Please use me however you want!"

Hongjoong DEFINITELY strikes me as the worship yandere

Stalking would be highly likely

So he can know exactly what you like and don't like

Whether it be clothes, movies, your favorite historical event, it didn't natter

He took EXTREME action into knowing everything about you before he actually confronted you

When he first met you, he didn't just fall in love with your personality, but EVERYTHING about you

You didn't know but he was basically putty in your hands

Not that you would ever know

At first you were weirded out by him, due to him being so quiet, and his wandering eyes always staring at you

If you are upset, he will do ANYTHING to make you feel better

Someone at work/school made you upset?

You heard the news of that persons death the following week

You wanted a new pair of shoes that you couldn't afford?

Expect to have a whole closet filled with new shoes

No matter what you do, HE WILL NEVER hurt you

Like- ever

You could betray him, from the point of no return and he'd still worship you

Hongjoong doesn't care if you don't love him, he will still aim to please you at all times

He doesn't like killing people, he will only kill if they seem like a threat to you or your happiness

Doesn't realize he's being too clingy and possessive

But you say nothing in fear of hurting him

Hongjoong isn't that big of a softie once you get to know him

His cute, shy, and introvert persona would fade gradually over time

It was actually unnoticeable since the shift in character was cleverly planned out

Eventually you caught him in the act of beating up one of your friends because he was jealous that you were spending more time with them than with him

You called off your relationship immediately

He wouldn't fight you on the matter

But that won't stop him from secretly buying you things or taking care of your "problems"

SEONGHWA ⚖

Sadistic Yandere

"It hurts? That's your fault! Next time learn your lesson and stop looking at other men!"

I know exactly what you're thinking

"WOULDN'T THIS BE SAN?!"

I have thought about it, and to me Seonghwa strikes me as this type of Yandere the most

Seonghwa was also HIGHLY intelligent

He knew EXACTLY how to make you fall for him

It didn't matter how long it took

You were going to be his

Made sure to be your typical Wattpad fan fiction boy, whether you wanted him to be that "bad boy" or "good boy"

In the end he decided to try the good boy persona

When he met you, everything had to be perfect

He rehearsed lines ahead of time, and practiced until he had the courage to face you

It was at a summer carnival event, he helped you win a prize at the strength game

From the moment you looked into his eyes, you were putty in his hands

After almost a year of knowing each other, and a couple months of dating, things were going great

That was, until you decided to hang out with your old friends from high school

You invited Seonghwa to be your date to the gathering, and it was hell for him

The way you completely disobeyed his unspoken rules of talking to other men that wasnt him

The final straw that made him break his character was when it was time to leave and you have your male friend a big hug while giving him that smile that makes Seonghwas heart melt

When you got home he grabbed and dragged you to the bedroom

"Seonghwa what are you-"

SLAPPED YOU DEAD ACROSS YOUR FACE AND DID NOT GIVE TWO FUCKS

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

*SLAP*

"STOP IT WHAT-"

He smacked you a couple more times before he pushed you on the bed and decided you needed a lesson

Would torture you, sexually or plain physically

Don't scream or beg, it only fuels his drive to punish you

Will not stop until HE beileves you learned your lesson

YUNHO ⚖

Self-Harm Yandere

"Hey... look at me... look at me... look, there's so much blood coming out..."

Through your relationship, Yunho was pretty normal

Until you accidentally forgot to give him his goodnight kiss and hug

It was ONE night, because you were so exhausted from working/school and you passed out on the couch

In his mind, that one mistake told him that you didn't love him anymore

This Yandere has two sub units

One where they start harming themselves in private, and the second one, harming themselves openly

Yunho started off doing it privately

He planned this strategically

When you noticed cuts and bruises on his wrist the next day, you questioned him frantically

To which he nonchalantly explained that he hurt himself at the gym

But you weren't an idoit

You KNEW these particular kinds of injuries were caused by self harming

But you didn't press the issue because you assumed it was a sensitive topic for him, and didn't want to trigger him

Yunho began to lose trust in you

He was scared you would end up leaving him one day

All because of that ONE night

Even though after that one night, the normal goodnight kisses and hugs continued

But to Yunho it wasn't the same

So when you came home one day later in the evening, you and Yunho got into an argument

A very HEATED argument

It ended up with you saying his WORST FEAR

"If you don't stop this right now, we are over !"

That's when he snapped

"You're breaking up with me?!"

"If you don't stop acting like a selfish jackass then yes!"

Honey that's all he needed to hear to send him into a frenzy

He started punching himself in the face, to the point where his mouth started bleeding

"YUNHO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT!"

He ignored you and then grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen and sliced all over his arms, legs, torso, and face

You began to cry, and fear for your life

You backed up and was about to dial 911 when he yelled out,

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I'LL KILL MYSELF! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL DO IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!"

You acted quickly and raced over to him cautiously trying to get him to stop

"Yunho baby I'm not leaving you!"

"LIAR!"

"Honey I didn't mean what I said! We were arguing and I just said something cruel but please know that I won't leave you ever! I love you."

"YOU PROMISE?!"

"I promise now stop hurting yourself please!"

Yunho did what you asked and then started to break down and cry

You engulfed him in a big hug and whispered sweet nothings into his ear

All the while, Yunho smirked, and smiled wickedly while crying

His plan worked

There was no way you were ever going to leave him now

Or so he thought........

YEOSANG ⚖

Stalker Yandere

"Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?"

Yeosang is a man who likes to live off the radar

No one really seems him or acknowledges his existence unless he makes himself known

So stalking you everyday was no problem

You were oblivious to the fact he stalked you day and night

But that doesn't mean you didn't have any strange feelings

For the past three years you always had this sense of uneasiness

You didn't know how to explain it exactly

But you felt that you were always on the defense

Ready for something unexpected to happen to you

And not in a good way

Whenever you confessed these feelings, people would laugh and say that you're paranoid

And yes you were paranoid, because your psyche never lies, it's there for a reason

"I'm serious! Maybe I'm being stalked or something."

"Who would want to stalk you? You don't do anything."

A brutal attack, but the statement was true nonetheless

But that never set your psyche at ease

And the most fucked up thing about your whole "paranoia" was that Yeosang was in your life

He was your neighbor

And the two of you were quite acquainted

Granted Yeosang didn't exactly LIVE in that house down the street, but you'd never know

He would take run around the neighborhood for exercise and would stop to talk to you if he saw you

He played the role of the normal neighbor a little TOO well

Stalking Yanderes CAN be violent, but Yeosang wasn't

It would ruin his ability to stalk you in peace

He never hurt your, or the people around you

One day he told you a riddle that had you stumped completely

You loved when he told you riddles because it was like a little traditional thing whenever you two say each other

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it."

This riddle had you stumped for days, and you didn't want to cheat by looking it up online

So by magic chance two days later, at night when you were laying in bed in the dark trying to sleep, the answer hit you

Instead of getting giddy with excitement that you fianlly figured out his riddles like you usually did, it made you feel, puzzled

The way his voice sounded as he told you the riddle

The smile that was staining his face as he did, had your psyche going crazy

You needed to calm yourself, because it was just a riddle, nothing more, and nothing less

So you drifted off into sleep and mumbled the words,

"A shadow."

SAN ⚖

Training Yandere

"Say you love me... SAY IT, SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME! SAY IT!"

This is why I didn't label San as the sadistic Yandere

Even though he could have easily slipped into that category

But not with this one chile

Unlike the Sadistic Yandere, San doesn't like causing you pain, it hurts him deeply to see you in pain

A lot of Atinys (myself included) are so used to San being labeled as "the demon" or "possessed" when it comes to his stage presence or when it comes to NSFW AUs

But you need to remember that San is actually a bubbly, clingy little cupcake off stage

So that's why I stuck him with the Training Yandere

But you need to be trained, so he has no choice but to hurt you

He easily kidnapped you after breaking into your home and drugging your food.

You didn't know who San was, never saw him a day in your life

But San was convinced that you'd known each other for years

(I can also sense a tiny bit of the Delusional Yandere in this one, but like I said A TINY bit)

In the basement you were, chained to a chair like an animal

He came skipping down the stairs happily and had a plate of food for you

"Now you can eat if you say the magic words."

"Please?"

San chuckled at your response

In normal situations yes that is the magic word, but San said "words" not "word".

"No that's not it."

"Well then what it is?"

"You know what it is silly."

The confused look on your face made San beileve you were lying, and that you were just being a brat

He hated brats

"Alright I see you're still going with this-"

He brought out his bag filled with torture equipment

And that's when you lost all sense of reality

You kept telling yourself that you were dreaming

It was the only logical explanation for this situation

"Awe don't cry, just say the magic words and you can be free of your restraints."

"....."

"The magic words are "I love you".

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! I DON'T LOVE YOU! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!

(Y/N why couldn't you just play along tsk tsk)

"Oh boy, I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this."

The first tool he got out was a hammer, a big, hammer

And he released one of your hands only to hold it down on the table next to him

"You have ten fingers, let's see if you can say the words before we get to ten."

He aimed for your pointer finger and slammed the hammer down on it with all his might

"One."

You screamed bloody murder as you felt the pain shoot through your body

But you still didn't say anything

He slammed the hammer on your middle finger

"Two."

You still didn't say anything, how could you with all the pain you're in

The next finger

"Three."

No response

The next finger

"Four."

No response

San was getting frustrated, but didn't show it

He eventually broke all ten of your fingers, and was amazed at your strength of not giving in

But that's just the more violent he had to be

Next on the list, was your face

He slapped and punched you repeatedly, blood getting everywhere and your vision becoming blurry

But you STILL didn't give in

San had enough

He grabbed a knife from his bag and held it at your feet

This was also the final straw for you

You can live with broken fingers, but not feet

"SAN! I- I LOVE YOU!"

"What?"

"I'm sorry for being a brat, please forgive me! I love you!"

"Oh darling! I knew it!"

Of course you were lying, but he didn't know that

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its-a-can-of-peaches-siir · 2 years

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Lewis Nixon

Sitting on the sofa with your head on your hands you couldn't help but wonder how you got to where you are now. Almost two years after the war and you feel like things just aren't changing. You've been with Lewis for 4 years now and there have been many good times together, but there was more bad times than the good at this point. You always knew lewis had a drinking problem and he knew it as well but he never wanted to do anything about it, this is why you were sat with your head in your hands. It was past midnight and he still hadn't come home. You knew exactly where he'd be and it made tears slide down your face, he cared more for drinking then being with you it seemed. The amount of times you had told lewis you had, had enough of his shit wasn't even funny, you had left before but because you loved him you came back, somehow you felt like you weren't coming back this time. Picking up your suitcase you had already packed you looked around yours and Lew's house, all the photos together hung all around the place, photos of times from the war, shaking your head you walked over to your jacket and put it on and made your way to the door with your suitcase. This really was it for you. You left a note on Lew's pillow and told him not to come looking for you as you wished to not be found by him of all people. Getting into your car you just sat there in the drivers seat with the keys in your hand, you really did love lewis and just wished he'd of listened to you the first time, and you wished he'd kept his promise about cutting down on his drinking, and for awhile he did cut down but one night he just went back to his old ways. Hearing a car pull up next to your car you looked over to see Lewis had just got home. You slid down into your chair so he couldn't see you but you watched as he leant his head on the stirring wheel and his hands gripping his hair tightly. After a couple of minutes he got out and walked towards the door to your guys house. Watching him you noticed he didn't look drunk at all, he never drove home drunk and always got a cab home or walked, so where had he been? The first thing you thought of was he was seeing someone else and it made you feel even worse thinking about it. Seeing the lights to your room go on you knew Lewis was looking for you, tears formed in your eyes as you sat there in your car. The next thing you knew Lewis was running out the front door but stopped when he saw your car in the drive way, he couldn't see you yet as it was so dark outside, but you could see confusion hit his face, Lewis walked up to your car and saw you sat there playing with your car keys, he opened your door slowly, you didn't dare look up at him, you knew you'd break if you did. "Honey" he whispered as he knelt down and placed a hand on your thigh, he heard you take a breath in. He had read what you said on the paper, but just didn't want to believe it. "Come back inside Zelda... please" you heard the pleading in his voice, you pushed his hand off you and looked him dead in the ears before scoffing. You had no idea where this new attitude came from but you could see it hit lewis hard. "Why should I come back inside lewis! I'm Over it, I'm done with your bullshit" he couldn't even look at you as you yelled at him for the whole street to hear, but he knew he deserved it, just like he didn't deserve you. "So that's it then? You've got nothing to say for yourself? If you don't then please close my door so I can leave" putting the car keys in and starting the car, Lewis looked up at you this time, he didn't actually expect you to leave, he was hoping you'd talk it all out, he's rather have you yell hell at him then leave him. "Please don't go Zel, just please come inside" shaking your head you tried to push him away to close the door but he was a lot stronger then you even still after the war, groaning you punched his shoulder which he groaned at but didn't move. "Just let me go Lewis!" You yelled but he shock his head no.

"Not until we talk first and then if you really want to go then I won't stop you" looking at him you saw the tears forming in his eyes as he got up from kneeling and walked up to the house, sighing you turned the car off and followed him inside, he sighed knowing it was a start. You sat at the dining table opposite each other, you playing with mat in front of you while lewis just watched you. He sighed before starting "I know I don't deserve you Zel and I know so many guys who would be a load better for you, but I do love you and I always have and you know that, and I know I promised I'd work on the drinking, and I know I haven't made any change and I am sorry okay, I really have been trying, it hurts me seeing you so hurt because of something I can fix and just haven't" he paused for a moment and wiped away a tear that slipped past his eye. "Seeing you weren't here when I came through the door made me realise how alone I'd be if you weren't here, and reading that note broke my heart" he stopped and you could hear how chocked up he was getting, you knew he was being honest with you, Lewis never cried and never let his emotions get this bad. "I just don't want you to go, if you go then there really is no point in be living anymore" taking his hand in yours over the table you wiped away your tears that were forming. "Don't say that Lew, you deserve a happy life and deserve to live, so don't say that" pausing for a moment you felt his fingers glide over your knuckles, something he did to show you he was still listening and still there for you. "I don't want to leave you lewis, I just- I can't keep living like this! I never see you and if I do you aren't even sober, I spend more time on the phone to the guys then with you, I can't keep doing it, so unless you are actually gonna do something and actually do it then I'll stay" Lewis got up from his chair and came around to yours and pulled you into his arms, the sob that left his mouth made you hold him tightly against you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and yours around his waist, his face was up against your neck and you felt the tears fall onto your skin, pulling away you cupped his face and wiped away his tears. "I'll help you Lew, even if it kills me I'll help you get back on track" he nodded and pulled you against his chest again. "I love you Zelda" he whispered as his hands ran up and down your back. "And I love you Lew" he kissed your head and pulled away to look down at you. "Let's go get your bag out of the car" nodding you watched him go get your bag, you knew you were meant to be with Lewis, even if things like this happened. But you wanted to help him and you promised yourself that you were going to help the love of your life. You hadn't noticed he had walked back in until he cupped you're face in his hands "You okay?" He asked while looking into your eyes. "Am now" you whispered as you walked into his chest for another hug, he sighed into your hair, he was content and happy for once. Looking over your head he saw his liquor cabinet, he knew he needed to get rid of it all.Stepping away and walking over to it you watched and raised an eyebrow even though he couldn't see it. You watched him pull every bottle out and pour them all down the kitchen sink, you smiled knowing this was his way of starting fresh.He looked up at you and smiled. "It starts now" nodding you walking over to him and kissed his check.It starts now you thought

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‘I Hate You’ - Choi San x Reader

Summary: You hated San, and supposedly so did he. But what if he was just bad at getting your attention?

Pairing: Choi San x Reader

Words: If I had to guess I’d say 69

Genre: Smut, Fluff?, Angst

A/N: I turned this into a whole ass thing. I did my best lol hope I didn’t disappoint anyine. Enjoy xx💖

REQUESTS SUPER OPEN

“ ‘I hate you.’ ‘No you don’t.’ “ // “Why are you covered in mud?”

---- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THE PROMPTS ANON ----

"I swear to God San, if you don't give me back the fucking notebook I'm going to punch you." You threatened, tired of reaching for your own belongings.

Every time you stretched your arms to get it, he'd hold it up higher.

"Oh but I'd like to see that," his mouth approached your ear, so he could whisper to you "I want to see you lose control."

You stomped your foot and pushed him away furiously.

"You're so annoying!" You yelled at him.

You were immediately shushed by two other students that were sitting somewhere in the library.

For some unknown reason, San loved to tease you and push you around. He wouldn't bully you or humiliate you, but he liked to poke fun at you from time to time and try his best to push you to your breaking point. He wanted you to break out of your goody-two-shoes persona, but you never gave in.

San pursed his lips, to hold back a laugh, when he heard the other two students shushing you.

"You're impossible!" You whisper-yelled at him.

You then collected the rest of your materials, shoved them in your backpack, and grabbed your umbrella. You turned your back to him and angrily made your way towards the door. San looked at the book in his hand and then at you, confused.

"Y/N I still have your book!" He yelled, earning angry looks from everyone else in the library.

You turned to face him, a piercing glare in your eyes at all times. You mouthed 'fucking keep it then' and left.

The city looked gray that day. Clouds filled the sky and the raindrops fell violently on the floor. You opened your umbrella as quickly as possible to avoid getting soaked, and then started walking home, avoiding every little puddle on the sidewalk as to not get your shoes wet. That all went to Hell however, when you heard a motorcycle roaring behind you. You looked up from the ground and behind you.

San's motorcycle was speeding, and when he passed by you, he made sure to run over a muddy puddle, getting you not only soaked from head to toe, but also with mud stains all over.

You closed your eyes and dropped the umbrella, out of shock, as the brown droplets painted your body and clothes. San stopped his motorcycle not far away and walked towards you.

You remained immobile, still trying to wrap your head around what had happened, and thinking that maybe, maybe it had been an accident. However those thoughts quickly washed away as the male stepped closer to you and pushed his helmet up slightly, revealing a mischievous smirk.

"Oh, poor girl... Why are you covered in mud? Whatever happened to yo-"

You didn't let the male finish the sentence. Your hand flew across his face, colliding with his cheek in the process. San furrowed his eyebrows and didn't move for a second, still processing the sharp pain he felt in his cheek. Once he'd understood what happened, he grazed his fingers over his cheek and looked down at you. You were staring at him with tears of anger brimming in your eyes, gritted teeth and fists balled up by your sides.

"You wanted me to snap!? Well, I just did! Are you happy!? Now fucking leave me alone!" You yelled at him.

You made sure to bump your shoulder against him as you walked away, but his sudden grip on your wrist didn't allow you to move very far.

"San, you are the most intolerable person I've ever met, please, let me go." You begged, without even glancing at him.

"I'm sorry."

You looked at him as if he was stupid, and the male sighed. His grip on your wrist loosened and he removed his helmet completely. He handed it to you and got on his bike.

"Come on, put that on and get on the bike. I'll drive us to my place so you can change and wait for the rain to stop." He offered.

You gave him an incredulous look and stepped back, while shaking your head negatively.

"I'm definitely on getting on that with you as the driver." You said, pointing at the bike and then at him.

He sighed once more.

"Y/N get on the fucking bike, we're both soaking wet."

You put the helmet on and got on the bike, still a little apprehensive about the whole scenario. San grabbed your hands and put them around his waist, so you'd be secure while riding with him.

It was a relatively short ride, but the whole time your heart was beating out of your chest, afraid that something would happen and you'd end up injured. You weren't a big fan of bikes, and being on one with San surely didn't make part of your plans.

The second he stopped the motorcycle, you stepped off of it, breathing heavily. The male shook his head at you and laughed, as you two entered the apartment building. When you entered the elevator, you removed his helmet and handed it to him, mumbling a 'thank you'. He just smiled and nodded at you.

His flat wasn't big nor small, it was the right size for a college student to live alone in. The kitchen and the living room were separated by a row of counters and by your right was a small hallway with a couple of doors.

San took off his shoes and headed to one of the doors the second you two stepped in. You assumed it was the bathroom, since he carried two towels in his hands when he came back. He handed you one of them and you thanked him, then proceeding to dry off your hands, face, and hair.

You watched as the male stripped from his shirt and let the wet piece of cloth fall by his feet. You observed as his muscles flexed and moved under his skin. He was toned and very well built, a sight to see really, and in your defense, anyone would stare.

San looked in your direction.

"Are you eyeing me while I dry myself?" He asked, with a smirk.

"I wasn’t- Well yes! Yes I am cause I can't believe you just stripped in front of a girl like that!" You complained.

"You mean, you're shocked I stripped my shirt in my house to not get the floor wet?"

Fuck, he had a point.

You flipped him off and he just laughed at your reaction.

"Wait here a second, I'll get you dry clothes."

He left for a couple of minutes, and when he came back he had on a new pair of grey joggers and a white t-shirt. He held some clothes in his hand that he gave to you.

"I'm not changing with you standing there!" You told him.

He turned his back to you.

"I won't look!"

You stares at him for a second, with disapproval in your eyes, but started stripping anyway. You started by peeling your wet shirt off of you and your bra as well, as it was also wet, and then dried yourself off, pulling his t-shirt over your head as expeditiously as possible.

You repeated the process with your pants, and although you didn't want to go commando, you absolutely had to take off your panties, or else you'd just end up getting the pants he'd given you wet as well.

Once you were done you tapped on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled at you.

"All done?" He asked.

You simply nodded, and followed him farther into the house. He asked you to sit on the couch and turned on the tv for you. San disappeared for about five minutes and then came back with two servings of cup noodles. Your eyes instantly lit up as he handed you the snack.

"That was cute." He told you as you dug into the ramen.

You looked at him with a weirded-out look in your face and a raised eyebrow, as if you didn't understand.

"The way you reacted to food," he explained and chuckled "it was cute."

You just rolled your eyes and focused on eating and watching whatever was on tv.

"Don't be rude!" He yelled at you, playfully.

"Or what?" You teased.

He set his cup of noodles down and approached his hands to your body in a weird way.

"What are you doing!?" You asked, a little freaked out.

Before you could react, his hands tickled your sides. Your feet kicked the air and you squirmed on the couch whilst desperately trying not to let the noodles spill all over the floor.

"Fine, fine! I'm sorry for being rude to you!"

San backed away and resumed eating his food.

"God, I hate you." You said, wearing a pout on your face.

"No you don't."

"I kinda do..."

Although you had whispered that while playing with the chopsticks in your hand, he had heard it clearly, and his heart sunk at the statement. His face fell and suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore. San set his cup of noodles down on the small coffee table once more and looked at you with saddened eyes.

"I... I'm sorry."

"San, you've already apologized and gave me dry clothes and food, it's okay."

He shook his head, pursed his lips and averted his look.

"Not because of that, because of... well, everything."

You looked at him in disbelief. The sincerity in his voice scared you, you couldn't tell if he was making fun of you once more or if he actually meant it. You reached your hand out to touch his arm. Your fingers grazed over his skin lightly, as if reaching for him burned your fingertips.

His eyes followed your hand and he let out a deep breath.

"Listen I don't have the best behavior, I know, but I wanted to get your attention and then... And then you looked so cute when you were angry and I liked to see the effect I had on you but I hated to see you nearly cry today. I'm sorry I don't have a better approach."

You were visibly taken aback about what he said. You expected anything to come out out of San's mouth, but certainly not a confession like that.

"San, do you- do you like me?"

His eyes widened at the realization. He looked at you for a second, and his expression seemed... distressed. San was scared that he had, in fact, gone too far and there was no going back now. The man stood up abruptly, pulling away from your touch in the process, and locked his eyes on the floor.

"What!? No! I mean maybe... I- I don't know Y/N."

You stood up and looked at him.

"San I don't know what to say."

He looked deep into your eyes. The light over you was very dim, and the particular scenario gave you two a sense of comfort.

"Then don't say anything."

San placed his middle and index finger under your chin and tipped it upwards. His lips encountered yours in a sweet, soft kiss.

The situation felt wrong, but San's lips on yours felt right. You never imagined a reckless man like him to kiss so delicately. While your head couldn't formulate a proper response, your body had already sorted it out. Your hands played with the hairs on his nape as you (gladly) accepted his kiss.

Although San's hands stayed on your hips, you could tell he wanted to move them to your ass, but he was afraid you'd push him away. So you took one of his hands in yours, and pulled them down to the place he yearned to touch.

The male pulled away from the kiss and looked at you suggestively and pleasantly surprised at your demeanor.

"After tonight you won't be calling me a goody-two-shoes anymore." You whispered in his ear.

He groaned and grabbed a hand full of your ass as a response as he connected your lips once more.

You moaned at his movements and he took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. He took it slow, for you, since he didn't want you feeling uncomfortable.

You pulled away for air, and San's hand came up to your face to caress your cheek. He kissed your forehead and laced his fingers with yours. The male started walking towards one of the other doors, which you assumed was his bedroom.

San opened the door, displaying a small blue-colored room with one desk, a wardrobe, and a king-sized bed.

He gently pushed you down onto the bed and removed his shirt, before hovering over you and pinning your hands above your head.

San left a soft kiss on your lips, then one on your jaw, one on your neck, and finally one on your collar bone.

"Is this your first time?" He asked you.

You nodded shyly, a little embarrassed at the fact. His lips kissed the spot under your ear.

"Don't worry, I'll make your first time unforgettable."

His right index finger traced your body, until he reached the waistband of the pants you wore. San's lips started playing with your neck while his hand started pulling the piece of clothing down. Once they were completely off, San looked down. No panties.

"Fuck Y/N..." He groaned at the sight.

He got rid of his pants and boxers, and you took the hint, stripping from your shirt as well. You suddenly felt very exposed, and so you tried to cover yourself with your hands. San gently grabbed your wrists and uncovered your body. He then placed a kiss between your breasts and one to your pretty, plump lips.

"You're gorgeous... Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

San reached for the top drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a condom, which he placed on the tip of his hardened cock and rolled down.

He placed his member at your entrance and pushed in, slowly and carefully, as to not hurt you.

You groaned and gripped the sheets.

"You okay?" He asked.

You took a couple of deep breaths and looked at him. Panting, messed up hair, cheeks flushed, and cock deep inside you. Fuck he was gorgeous.

"Y-yes, move."

At that, his hips started moving along to a moderate rhythm, until he saw you become comfortable. The second a moan escaped your mouth, San sped up his pace. He swung one of your legs over his shoulder and gripped your thighs for stability.

You were very sensitive, and because it was your first time, your high came very soon.

It took a couple more thrusts from San for you to start feeling something build up in the pit of your stomach.

"San, oh God, I think I'm cumming."

"Let it out baby, cum for me."

The pet name was your kryptonite, and as soon as it fell from San's lips you climaxed. You called for his name as your back arched and your eyes shut close.

The even tighter feeling of your pussy and your pretty moan caused San to release onto the condom with a groan.

Neither of you moved for a couple of seconds, letting the moment sink in. Eventually, San pulled out and threw the condom somewhere, before collapsing next to you.

You looked at each other and smiled. You giggled, a little embarrassed at what you had just done, and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

"Hey Y/N?" He called, getting your attention "Spend the night?”

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