#dirty money collab

[semisgroupie]

not a good guy

professor!kai chisaki x student!fem. reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: abuse of power, blackmail, coercion, age gap (kai is in his 30s), public sex (in a lecture hall), unprotected sex, creampie, possessive kai, caught (by mirio), biting, oral sex, jealous sex (bc of mirio), noncon filming, praise, choking, mentions of: office sex, car sex, other forms of public sex, cockwarming

synopsis: he’s an unethical man and you’re in the palm of his hand playing this twisted game

a/n: this is for @scandescent’s dirty money collab! thank you so so much for letting me join!

Kai Chisaki is a professor with very questionable morals and tactics, you’ve never experienced anything like it and it intrigued you even more, like a moth to a flame. The thing with this flame is that it didn’t burn you when you got close, it drew you in more and more until it could wrap its flaming arms around you and engulf you entirely.

He started off as your freshman advisor who helped you get adjusted during your transition from highschool to college. He was also the man that you went to for advice and to vent to whenever you were having difficulty. Telling you time and time again that when it came to you he always had an open door policy and that you could always come to his office even past his office hours, which is something you took advantage of.

If only you noticed then that he was just breaking your walls down so he could slip his way in. Using your troubles and concerns to worm his way into your entire being, to consume your thoughts until the day you acknowledge your feelings for him and confess them to him.

You could almost remember that day, well night, clearly. It was the night of your last final and the end of your freshman year and he was plaguing your mind all day. All the impure thoughts just begging to come to the surface so they could become a reality. It was late, late for any professor or any staff member to have office hours but still you made your way across campus to his office. When you reached the floor to his office the halls were barren, all the doors you passed were closed and locked and at the end of the hallway you saw a light on, the light to his office.

Your heart was on the verge of beating out of your chest as the distance between you and his office shortened more and more. Once you made it to the slightly open door you knocked on it a couple of times and heard his voice telling you to come in. You could feel the heat in your body travel south as you saw him, his normally perfect tie was loosened around his neck, his shirt had a few buttons opened revealing a little bit of his chest and his hair was slightly disheveled. It was a completely different look from how you usually saw him, which probably meant he was stressed over something.

Still he flashed you a warm smile and paid full attention to you while you spoke. You confessed to him that there were many days you touched yourself to the thought of him and there were many nights where you dreamt of him just ravaging your body, that you knew nothing could happen between you two but you needed to get it off your chest. He stood silent after you spoke and you grew worried, what if he was going to report you to the dean of student affairs and the president of the college? There was no way you’d be able to explain it to any other admissions officer or any other person. But that’s how naive you were, your maturity slipped from you and you just acted on fresh emotions so carelessly.

What happened next still surprises you to this day. After a long pause of silence he got up from his desk and moved in front of you, standing in between your parted legs and leaned down, looking into your eyes before capturing your lips in his. It shocked you but you quickly kissed him back, relishing in the feeling of his lips against yours. Then everything happened in a blur and the next thing you knew was you were bouncing on his cock while he was seated in the chair you were sitting in, completely defiling it and his office. He kept on muttering and groaning things but your head was too muffled with pleasure to really put it together, all you could pick up was what he said as he filled you with cum and those words bring a chill up your spine as you think about them.

You’re all mine, I’m never letting you go little girl

From that moment on there were many sexual escapades between you two, in your dorm room when your dorm mate was in class, his office, empty classrooms, his house, his car, wherever he could bury his cock inside you and you fell deeper and deeper into his trap. The event that woke you up from your lust filled haze was when another professor almost caught you two, he was sure that all the professors in the history department had left before he bent you over his desk and started fucking you senseless. Just as you were about to cum there was a knock on the door and you two quickly shuffled to make yourselves look more appropriate and less like you two were fucking like rabbits. He stepped out and had an extremely short conversation then came back inside, his golden eyes dark as he walked over to you but stopped when he noticed how conflicted you looked.

He sat down in his office chair and you voiced your concerns, what was going on was completely wrong, he could lose his job and your academic reputation would be completely tarnished. Then you told him the words that he expected to hear from you sooner or later.

We should stop this

You were perfect, a naive girl that was fresh out of high school and ready to fall into the arms of any man that showed any interest in you. You just fell into the arms of the wrong man. Good thing he had a backup plan for when you finally came to your senses. He called you over to stand next to him and a video was on the screen. You were confused because it was all black until he pressed play. As the video played your eyes widened in horror. He recorded the first night you two had sex and recorded every single time you two fucked in his office. You wanted to run out of the office but you were frozen in place. He paused the video and turned to you and said the words that led to where you are now, trapped under his fist of control.

You’re going to continue to be mine and if you try to stop what we have going on again I’ll send these videos to every single staff member and every student

That was three years ago and you’re still in the same place, except now you’re living with him — as he insisted. But the real kick was, was that after all this you had grown to be infatuated with him. All the lust turned to an infatuation and you absolutely hated it. How could you fall for a man so sick and so twisted? That was a question no one could answer, not even you. But it wasn’t like you stopped trying, you continued to push for it to end between you two and each time he’d dangle the flash drive in front of your face with a smirk on his face, reminding you that you were still his as long as he had the drive and you knew he wasn’t an idiot. You knew he had backups that you didn’t know about so you just had to go along with what he wanted.

Throughout the years you had him as your professor for a couple of semesters and this year, your senior year, you had him as a professor again. His class was the last class you had for the day today then you would head back to your shared home with him and be a dutiful girlfriend to him. You sucked in a breath as you entered the nearly empty lecture hall, Kai being the only person inside. You made your way over to him and greeted him with a soft kiss that made your heart flutter as much as you’d hate to admit it.

“Hello darling, I was thinking that tonight we’ll order in from that dumpling place that just opened up and just spend the night cuddled up. What do you say?” He lifted his hand and gently caressed your cheek as you nodded.

“I’d love that Kai, it always smells yummy whenever we drive past so I can’t wait to finally indulge in it.” He kissed you once more and turned on his professor persona as he heard footsteps approach the door. You quickly stepped back from him and made your way to your seat in the third row of seats, where he had a perfect view of you. He was wearing a black dress shirt and tan slacks that you had pressed for him in the morning and wore the black tie you had bought him for his birthday last year, you were wearing a soft colored sundress that he set out just for you and a pair of sheer panties that he would rip off you once he had the chance.

Within the next couple of minutes the room was filled up with all the students in your class and at the last minute came the guy that you knew Kai disliked most. Mirio Togata. He was a nice guy but what Kai disliked most about him was that Mirio always got too close to you and tried flirting with you in the past. You always turned him down but he was still so persistent, even now by taking the empty seat next to you when there were tons of empty seats throughout the room. You sighed as you saw Kai glare at Mirio before gathering his notes to start his lecture.

The lecture was going by smoothly, you were taking notes and completely hyper focused on everything Kai was saying until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up from your notebook and glanced over to see a smiling Mirio. He leaned in close and stretched his hand over the back of your seat which didn’t go unnoticed by Kai. “Hey, I was wondering if I could look over some of your notes? I kinda missed some things that Professor Chisaki was talking about and you have beautifully written notes.” You pushed the notebook between the two of you and he messily copied everything down while Kai kept droning on and on about the topic. His eyes never left the two of you and he could feel his blood boiling whenever you looked up at Mirio and smiled at him.

“Mr. Togata” his tone made you both snap your heads up to give him your full attention. “I expect you to pay attention to everything I’m saying instead of flirting with one of my star pupils. You can’t really afford not paying attention anyways.” Mirio muttered a low apology and pushed your notebook back to you which you quickly took from him. “Now, as I was saying…” You heard the little whispers and snickers that were meant for you and Mirio. He wasn’t wrong, you were one of his star students, you excelled in class and whenever you messed up on a test question he would reprint the exam and have you cock warm him until you got an A.

The lecture went on smoothly and he dismissed you all, everyone got up quickly and you took your time packing your things. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about distracting you earlier. I just miss what Professor Chisaki is saying sometimes.” You looked up at Mirio from your position and shook your head, “don’t apologize Mirio, anything I can do to help.” He nodded and squeezed your shoulder before leaving the almost barren room. As you heard the last student leave you zipped up your bag and slung it over your shoulder before making your way down to Kai, who was packing his own things.

“Kai, I’m sorry about earlier. He just needed the notes and I helped him out.” You moved to stand next to him and leaned against the table.

“It’s nothing to apologize for darling, it’s not your fault. But him, he’s the problem. I wish I could just show him you’re mine, mine and mine alone.” He turned to face you and pulled you close to him. “My sweet girl, I never would’ve thought that I’d end up with a girl so much younger than me.” He leaned down and started peppering open mouthed kisses on your neck while you scoffed and shook your head.

“Kai you’re only 38, it’s only a 17 year difference.” Your sentence ended with a gasp as he bit down on your neck and licked over the bite. His hands caressed your body through your dress and one slipped up to roughly squeeze your breasts before sliding your bag off your shoulder.

“I want you here and now darling, jump on the desk.” You quickly followed his command and hopped up on the desk, he reached down and spread your legs groaning at the wet spot that was forming. “What a naughty girl, getting so wet at the thought of her professor fucking her senseless. Naughty little girl.” He slid his hands up your silky thighs and gripped the waistband of your panties, quickly deciding to rip them off of you and ball them up on the desk. His thumbs moved to spread your slick lips and he let out another groan. “Such a pretty pussy, the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He kneeled down and pulled you to the edge of the desk so he could press a kiss to your clit then dive in completely, using his tongue to thoroughly explore your folds the way he knew you liked.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk and you looked down to see his golden eyes peering up at you, which nearly sent you over the edge. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he loved it. He knew what made you cry out, he knew what tipped you over the edge to a body shaking orgasm, he knew what to do to keep you right on the edge until tears brimmed your eyes, he knew everything.

“Kai! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop, feels so good.” You rolled your head back and shut your eyes as he suctioned his lips around your clit and pushed two fingers inside you. Scissoring them and pumping them so quickly all you could hear was the squelching of your pussy. You were making a complete mess over the desk, your thighs and his face but it was a mess he’d gladly lick clean. He continued pumping his fingers and suctioning your clit until your pillowy thighs clamped around his head and he felt your pussy clench down on his fingers. That was one thing he loved about you, you always tasted so sweet whenever he made you cum, like a perfectly ripe fruit. So succulent and sweet. He continued lapping at your pussy until you bucked your hips and tapped his shoulder, “Kai please, it’s too much.” He pulled his fingers out and gave one last lick along your folds before standing and shoving his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself with a moan.

Once you cleaned off his fingers he pulled them out and smashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss while his fingers fumbled with the belt of his pants. He undid the belt and his pants and boxers fell to the ground while his cock stood erect. He pulled back from the kiss to spit on his cock and lifted one hand to grip your cheeks as he looked into your eyes. “Take my cock and shove it inside your pussy.”

“Yes sir.” You moved one hand from the edge of the desk and gripped his cock, stroking his spit along his length to get it slick then you dragged the tip of his cock through your folds, just the way he would do it. “Good girl, making me so fucking proud.” After dragging the tip of his cock through your folds a couple of times you guided it inside you, your walls quickly accommodating to his cock. You lifted your other hand to wrap it around the back of his neck to keep him close to you as your lips parted more and more with each inch that entered you. Just as he was halfway inside you he pulled your hand away and slammed the rest inside you, pressing his lips against yours to try to keep you quiet. Your legs shook and your chest heaved as you messily kissed him back while his hips snapped against yours.

You were both drowning in each other’s moans and sounds to even remember where you two were and to even remember the risk that always came with fucking in public. The risk of getting caught. Normally you two wouldn’t have to worry about another student barging in on a heated fuck between you two but today a student forgot his jacket on his chair. The chair that was right next to where you were sitting not too long ago. The chair that Mirio Togata was sitting in. You two were so wrapped up in each other that neither of you noticed the footsteps coming down the hall. Neither of you noticed the bright blue eyes that widened at the sight in front of him, the sight of the girl he had a crush on getting mercilessly fucked by the professor that hated his guts. He should’ve walked away, reported you two to any higher up but he just stood in place. He just couldn’t take his eyes away from you two and his cock stiffened under his sweatpants.

Kai’s hips kept snapping against yours while his tongue explored your mouth and his hands lifted your dress up to your chest so he could grip your tits. He broke the kiss so you two could catch your breath and he looked over to the door, seeing Mirio at the doorway, watching you two through the small window of the door. He smirked at the sight and started thrusting into you harder and faster. If the guy wants to watch then he’ll really give him a show. Kai pushed you back against the desk and gripped your hips tighter as he pounded into you, moans and whines of his name poured from your lips as if you two were the only people left on campus.

“Tell me who you belong to darling.” Your mind was so muddled with pleasure you could barely comprehend his command but when his hand snaked around your neck and squeezed down as he angled his hips so his cock could hit your g spot. “I said, tell me who you belong to darling. Don’t go dumb on me just yet, just do this for me.”

You looked at him with glassy eyes as you gathered your words. “I belong to you Kai. I’m all yours, I only belong to you Kai. I’m yours now and forever.” His cock twitched inside you and he leaned down to kiss you, his hand still around your throat as he kissed you roughly. His other hand moved from your hip to your clit and rubbed it quickly to send you over the edge. He broke the kiss again making you whine and whispered against your lips, “scream it for me. Scream out who you belong to and I’ll make you cum then fill you with my cum. Go on and scream for me darling.”

Your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach tightened, just on the verge of snapping. “I belong to you Kai! Please! Fuck! I’m yours now and forever and I only belong to you!” Just as you cried out the last word the knot in your stomach snapped and you made a mess all over his cock. It only took him a few thrusts before he filled you with cum his hips rocking against yours as his cum painted your insides. He let go of your neck and lifted his hand to caress your cheek while he kissed you again, this time much softer. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you darling, I love you so much.” He kissed you again and pulled back. “I love you too Kai.”

He slowly pulled out of you and helped you sit up before glancing at the door again, Mirio still there with a deep blush on his cheek. “You can come in now Mr. Togata, I hope you learned an important lesson today and that is not to mess with things that aren’t yours. Just know if you speak a word of what happened today with anyone I will get you suspended and kicked off the rugby team. Don’t underestimate my influence in this school.” Your eyes widened as you heard the door open and watched Mirio walk in, he was too embarrassed to look at you two and embarrassed by the raging hard on that didn’t seem to go down.

“Don’t worry darling, if the boy knows right then he won’t say a word. We probably made his night, now he’ll have a new image in his head while he jerks off to you. Now come on.” He helped you off the desk and took both his bag and yours over his shoulders before taking your hand and kissing your cheek. “We still need to try that dumpling place and we’ll watch that movie you were telling me about this morning on the drive here.”

He walked with you to the door while Mirio gathered his jacket and practically ran out the room. As you two made it to the door he turned to face you and cupped your face in his hands. “You love me right darling?”

You bit your lip and looked into his eyes. “Yes I love you Kai.” He smiled and kissed you softly, “good, now don’t worry that pretty little head of yours and let’s go. I want to get you home and cuddle you close.”

One half of you wished you never walked into that office while the other half is thankful you did, thankful you confessed to him because you wouldn’t be in the place you were in now. Maybe this flame, named Kai Chisaki, that engulfed you whole wasn’t too bad after all.

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[ilyluffy]

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 || 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: watching you, his new nanny, take care of his kids makes takeomi wonder how good of a mommy you’d be

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: takeomi akashi x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nanny!reader, boss!takeomi, age gap, cheating (not on the reader), reader in a dress, dubcon, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating, vaginal sex, size kink, mouth gag, praise, slight mommy kink, breeding kink, creampie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k+

for @/scandescent and @/festive ‘s “dirty money” collab

𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘. he was so busy with his work and his wife was more worried about over spending on his credit card to care about watching the kids. so takeomi hired you to take care of his two young children.

at first yet another expense was a headache for him but you proved to be worth it. you were so good with the kids, taking care of all their needs. not only that but you went over and above to take care of the house. you cleaned the home while he was at work and when takeomi returned you had food on the table not only for the children but for him as well.

on top of all the extra effort you put in, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes. there was no denying how pretty you were. takeomi probably shouldn’t have let his attention wander, considering that you were half his age. in your early twenties to be exact but even an older man like himself had his needs. it wasn’t like his wife was satisfying him.

for a while takeomi controlled his urges, only dropping subtle hints that he was attracted to you. the most he would do was praise you for your work and occasionally call you pet names. you were blissfully unaware of the perverted thoughts your employer had about you.

it all comes to a head one night when takeomi came home late. he peeked into his kids room just as you were tucking them into bed. you seem a little surprised to see him when you turn to leave but it’s a pleasant surprised. for a second there takeomi’s brain tricks himself into thinking you’re the one he’s coming home to and not… that other woman.

“we’re they good for you tonight?” he asks, earning a nod from you as you two quietly step out of the room.

“angels, as always. they definitely get their manners from their dad” you hum. somehow that manages to make takeomi’s lips crack into a small grin. “oh and your wife’s asleep” you continue. “she took a sleeping pill. think she was having a hard day”.

it takes everything in takeomi not to scoff. truthfully he could care less. his marriage has been a hot pile of garbage for a while now. the only reason he hadn't packed up and left was those kids.

luckily you don’t seem to sense his bitterness. instead you start to head to the kitchen. “you’ve had a long day. want me to make you something?”. if anyone else had made the offer takeomi may have turned it down but you’re not anyone. you’re you so he accepts your treat before following to his lavish kitchen.

lighting a cigarette, takeomi stands off to the side as he watches you get to work. fuck, you had no idea what you did to him without trying. you’d make the cutest little housewife, he thinks as he watches you sing quietly to yourself as you prepare his food.

what starts out as a little fantasy in his head starts to frustrate takeomi. damn it. why weren’t you his? why was he married to the witch in the second room. his irritation bubbles up in his chest until he’s extinguishing his cigarette and pushes you into the counter.

feeling his erection press up against your ass makes you gasp. you stammer as his large hands start roaming up your body, squeezing ever so often at your flesh. “o-omi, what are you doing?” you ask.

that name makes takeomi growl. that pet name accidentally slipped out one day and he told you it was fine to keep using it. of course you used it innocently but for takeomi, especially at times like now, it made his cock twitch. he wanted to hear you squeal that name while he was deep inside you.

takeomi’s nose brushes against the crook of your neck as he inhales your scent. “you have no idea what you do to me. do you, doll?” he sighs, shoving his boner closer to make sure you can feel how painfully hard he is. “been wanting to fuck you for ages. gonna let me have you?”.

your eyes go wide at his declaration. your arts pounding in your chest as he keeps you trapped between his solid chest and the marble top counter. you can’t tell at this point if the butterflies in your stomach are from anxiety or something else entirely…

“omi your wife… she’s in the other room” is what you eventually manage to squeak out.

finally that disdain that takeomi’s been holding in leaks out. “you said it yourself, she took a sleeping pill. besides, that woman cheats on me all the time” takeomi huffs. “she doesn’t know the first thing about being a wife but i bet you do… wanna test my theory, doll?”.

your lips part. a “no” should have been what slipped out but it wasn’t. there was simply no denying how much his words were having an affect on you. that on top of you already having a crush on the boss that treated you so well didn’t help you form a refusal. so instead of you uttering a “no” a “yes please” comes out instead.

takeomi’s quick to flip up the dress you had on. it was the very dress he bought for his wife, knowing damn well it wouldn’t fit her and she’d have to give it to you instead. god, it fit you so perfectly. he’d imagined slipping his hand up the skirt so many times and now he was doing that and more.

a shiver runs up your spine when he pushes your panties to the side and callused fingertips brush against your folds. all of a sudden he slips a digit inside, pumping a few times before adding another. it’s embarrassing how quickly the lewd wet sounds start echoing from your pussy.

“look at that, so wet for me” takeomi hums, pulling his fingers out before shoving them in front of your face. you can see your own juices dripping from them. without him having to ask, you wrap your lips around his fingers to clean them with your tongue. that’s enough to earn a groan from the older man behind you. “fuck... gonna fuck you so good”.

whining at the thought, you let takeomi pull his fingers out of your mouth. there’s the sound of a belt unclasping before his hands land back on your hips and his tip rubs against your entrance.

you don’t mean to but as soon as the fat head of his cock pushed inside you let out a loud moan. both of you need to stop. cursing under his breath, takeomi removes the tie from around his neck. next thing you know he’s bunching it up into a ball and shoving it into your mouth.

“best not to risk waking anyone up right?” he hums, kissing behind your ear. just like that he’s going back to trying to fit his girth into your tiny cunt. “tight as shit” takeomi grits his teeth when he finally bottoms out, massive balls slapping against your clit. “okay for me to move, doll?”.

you need a minute, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes from the stretch, but soon enough you start moving yourself against takeomi dick. takeomi takes that as your permission. when he roughly snaps his hips you’re suddenly grateful for the gag in your mouth keeping you quiet.

“feel amazing, knew you would” takeomi praises, his fast pace giving away how much he’s wanted this. he’s really not wasting anytime. “you’d make a great mommy, you know? want me to make you a real mommy?”.

already too fucked out on his cock, you mindlessly nod at the offer. it all that matters to you is cumming and being filled to the brim with takeomi’s seed. throwing every single moral you have and giving into your own feelings that you’ve been suppressing. you want him. you want him so fucking badly. so bad that your end approaches you quicker than you would have expected.

takeomi can feel your walls clamping down on him. “you close, pretty?” he grunts, receiving a muffled moan in return. “fuck, you’re close to milking this cock too. cum for me and i’ll stuff you full, make you swollen with my kids”.

heat rises in your stomach. reaching for your puffy clit, takeomi shoves you all the way over the edge by giving your bud a little flick. just like that you’re creaming on his length. takeomi continues pounding into your sensitive hole until his warm cum spurts into you.

as promised he filled your hole so nicely. slick is pouring down your legs when he pulls out of you. there’s no catching all of it but takeomi kneels down and tries pushing what cum his fingers catch back inside your pussy.

“amazing” he coos, standing back up to take out his tie and kiss your cheek. “gonna be my little play thing from now. 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔?”.

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ poison ⠀ 〳 ⠀ mammon ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) you know you ride it right, i might just die tonight. but you know i'm still coming through baby. i know it's bad for me and you know it tastes so sweet. i think i need your abuse, baby.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy described, fem reader, established relationship (reader and mammon are an on and off again couple), pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc), nipple play, toxic relationship, toxic!reader, reader is a ballet dancer, also besties with asmo whose also a ballet dancer, college au, mentions of bruises, i guess you can say human au, breeding kink, mentions of blood, injured!mammon, street fighter!mammon, mating press, service dom!mammon, inspired by poison by brent faiyaz, wc: 2.3k, minors dni !!

reblogs & comments are highly appreciated. ♡

MAMMON JUST COULDN'T LET YOU GO. He treated you like an addictive drug that he was stuck on. Although you two had broken up months ago, he still found a way back into your life. You knew that that was one risk you would have to take when you decided to indulge in his behavior when you first met him. You somewhat blamed yourself for getting involved with your closest friend Asmo's brother. Even after the breakup, you still saw Mammon's face.

Practicing your turns in the living room of the brothers' inherited house with Asmo, only getting a glance at his battered face as he peeks into the living room really quickly. Or late nights going downstairs to get something to drink and bumping into him. Which always leads to you sneaking back into Asmo's room with Mammon's scent imprinting your skin about an hour later. It wasn't like, you wanted to continue to push the street fighter away, but you had plans.

You had things to do.

The dance industry could replace you in a blink of an eye and you were just getting your rightful flowers now and you refused to get distracted by a heart-jerking thing called love. You would have thought Mammon would understand that considering what he does. He put his body on the line for cash even though one bad hit could cause him to get injured or even dead. He shouldn't have time for love when he should be training as hard as you practiced for ballet.

But he didn't. He still crawled back for some reason. You still remembered staying over after a long night of practicing with Asmo, his words as the two of you were in his room. It wasn't no secret between the brothers about who they were seeing considering the awkwardness of them walking their flings past the dining room during breakfast time.

"I just wish you would put me and my other brothers out of our misery and just get back together with him. His whining ruins my skincare Sunday," Asmo plopped down on his bed.

"I don't have time for relationships or Mammon. I told him that." You responded as you did a quick turn and landed perfectly.

Asmo was staring at his pastel pink-colored nails. “You know you have to explain some things to him really…really…slow…like….this.” His words slowed down like a turtle.

You let out a snicker before you’re plopping down on the floor to stretch your limbs. “Auditions are coming up for The Nut Cracker in three weeks. We need to make sure we get some good roles.”

“AKA the leads?” Asmo eyes went to look at you as you were on the floor.

“Obviously. We made a promise to ourselves at the start of the semester that we were going to make a name for ourselves. Distractions aren’t needed,” You said.

“To you! I need the luxury of having a pretty distraction Y/N,” Asmo responded. “It helps me feel light as a feather.” He lets out a giggle before grabbing his phone to text.

You let out a sigh at his words before standing up, “I’m going to go grab something to drink and a snack, you want anything?”

Your question wasn’t answered due to Asmo instantly answering the phone call. A devious smile on his face before he pressed the phone to his ear. You assumed it just was one of his prettiest flings during the semester. When you exit his room, you walked towards the staircase to go towards the kitchen. The house was quieter than usual for a late Friday night. You assumed that the other brothers were either locked up in their rooms or indulging in something devious during Diavolo's frat parties.

Each step you took the floorboards creaked under you, so anyone that was also in the kitchen would hear someone coming. Which just your luck, you entered the kitchen to be met with Mammon. The streetfighter had his back turned away from you as you slowly walked inside the kitchen. The sound of the microwave started and soon he let out a relaxed sigh as he placed a bag of frozen vegetables on his bruised side. You could smell the familiar scent of the food he was warming up. Your eyebrows knit together as you finally made your presence known in the kitchen. "Beel is going to kick your ass for eating his Thai food."

A terrified yelp escaped Mammon's mouth as he turned around frantically to face you. "Don't sneak up on me like that! How long have you been standing there watching me?"

"Long enough to know you're eating Beel's food. Did you ignore the threat on the container?" You questioned as you looked him up and down.

You now were able to get a full view of his bruised body. The purplish color bruise on his rib cage looked horrendous, more horrendous than the way your feet looked when breaking in new ballet shoes. He had a piece of paper towel shoved up one nostril and a small cut above his eyebrow.

"Sorry, can't hear you over the sound of the microwave." He said jokingly before he's turning around to open the microwave to grab the food.

You rolled your eyes before you're grabbing a bottle of water to drink out of the fridge. You knew you should have just left the conversation right then and there, gone back upstairs to Asmo, and call it a night. However, you still found yourself switching your weight from one foot to another watching him. You knew he felt your gaze when he looked up from the food, "I'm fine if that's what you're wanting to ask?"

"Uh—yeah, glad to know that. But your ribs lookin' fucking horrible," You commented. You could tell he was in pain even though he tried to mask it out with some smirk.

"I'll be good." Mammon shrugged it off so casually.

"You should go to the hospital, it could be serious." You commented.

"Why'd you care so much?" Mammon uttered through mouth fulls of food as he watch you prompt yourself on the counter.

"We're friends.." Your voice trails off slowly. You weren't even sure that was true.

You heard Mammon's snicker before he swallowed his food, "Friends don't fuck like we do, but okay." He commented as he looked at you.

Your face grew hot when you heard him say that. "We don't do that anymore." You said as you took a sip from your water.

"Why though?" Mammon questioned. "It's not like you didn't enjoy it," He answered.

"Because you got attached. I told you not to and you did just that."

You watched as he sipped from the Lemon Lime Gatorade he had in front of him. "Aww come on, you can't use that against me." He said as he looked at you. His body leaned against the marble counter that was in the center of the kitchen.

"Why can't I?" You asked. You watched as he stood up waltzing over the kitchen counter to be close to you. "You know I have important priorities right now, I don't have time for this. So yes, I'm using it against you."

Mammon rolled his eyes at you before he took the space in between your thighs. His fingertips trace alongside your side and down to the inside of your thighs. A dangerous shiver traveled down your spine after he touched you. "You know you're just too addicting. Of course, I was going to get attached."

You could smell the scent of the soap he used to shower with the dash of his Burberry cologne you were a little too familiar with. "Why wouldn't I when you rode me so well on some nights? Sucked me off even better on some mornings before class. I'm sorry, I can't help it." Mammon takes a couple steps back from you.

However, you grabbed a hold of the waistband of the sweatpants he wore tugging him back. He always had this thing where he thought he had control in the slightly odd relationship you two had, but you always were one step ahead. "So, what would it take for you to stop? I'm saying, stop with the texts, the phone calls, everything."

"It's not going to stop pretty girl. You know this because every phone call and text, you answer. You're just as attached as me." Mammon backfired.

Your silence to his comment caused his lips to curl into a smirk. "Cat got your tongue?" He asked as he looked down at you.

"I'm being dead serious Mammon," You responded. Your hand motioned to the two of you, "This has to stop. I have a really important audition coming up and I refuse to let you get into my head for me to mess up," You responded.

You heard the white-haired male in front of you kiss his teeth before he was speaking once again, "How'd you think I feel?" Mammon asked.

"You're a huge distraction in my field of work too. You think I don't think about you before a fuckin' fight?" Mammon asked.

Now, the both of you couldn't help but stand in silence at each other's words. "Just one more time and that's it." was the last words you told Mammon before you were in his room.

Your pajama shorts and tank top are scattered across the floor alongside the sweats and boxers Mammon wore. Your moans hiccuped from the back of your throat as Mammon was thrusting his thick cock inside of you. His hips moved at a rhythmic pace but he let out a low hiss when he felt the abrupt pain near his ribs.

When Mammon lifted up slightly from his face being buried in the crook of your neck, he notice the look of worry that lit up in your eyes. "You okay? We can stop." You said as your hand went up to wipe the white strands of hair out his face.

"I'm okay," He mumbled before he's leaning down to place a kiss on your lips to muffle any concerns about his wellbeing. His hips resuming to pushing forward to feel closer to you. The feeling of your cunt clutching around him caused him to feel dizzy. On a regular evening, he would chalk that up with him just hitting his head on the mat in the octagon-shaped ring one too many times. However, tonight for some reason he felt so drunk for the woman below his bear body.

His lips pressed subtle kisses on your jawline before his face disappeared in the crook of your neck getting a whiff of your scent. Which was now not only mixed with your sweet scent of perfume, but with a hint of the scent of him. "Don't push yourself too hard, I don't want to hurt you." You moaned his ear.

Mammon lifted up, detaching himself from you with a quickness. He pulled himself out of you causing a chill to scatter down your spine. "You're not going to hurt me." He uttered.

You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your folds that glistened with your own slick. Your eyes watched closely as Mammon took his hand to guide his cock up and down your puffy lips. Teasing you bit by bit until you were soaking for him to put it back in. "Mammon, please stop teasin'." She begged.

"Just savoring the moment doll, this is the last time right?" Mammon asked you.

The feeling of his thick mushroom-shaped tip tapping at your throbbing clit caused you to moan. Your hands going up to cup your bite-marked decorated (courtesy of Mammon himself) breasts and toying with your swollen nipples.

The sight Mammon was watching, he could feel his body go through some form of a heatwave. His tanned skin heated up so quickly, that he felt like he was about to cum just by the sight of you. He let his teeth graze at his bruised lip before bottoming down once again inside you. This time hooking his strong arms under your knees in a lewd mating press position. His hips were driven forward so harshly—his wooden headboard was banging against the wall. He hoped that Satan whose room was next to his wasn't home. Just so his brother wouldn't come knocking on the door begging for him to keep it down because frankly, Mammon wasn't going to stop. Actually, he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop until you were a cumming mess below his battered body.

"Fuck—you feel so good baby," Mammon groaned out. His hips propelled forward with each time he felt your cunt pulse around him.

"Mam, please—it's too much," You hiccuped through moans even though your feet were thrown over his shoulders and your hands went down to his waist to halt his movement, you still ached for more. "I'm goin' to—cum."

"You can handle it," Mammon assured as he looked down at you. "I know you're so close for me, let me make you feel good this last time."

You only nodded at his command before your thoughts were clouded with the sweet tune of Mammon's groans. It was wonderful hearing his words of praise. From how much he cared for you to how good you felt around his cock. He was as close to cumming, as you were.

After a couple more strokes, you felt Mammon grip the oak brown headboard above your head. The words of him stating he wanted to savor every moment lingered in your mind as you got an idea. You wrapped your legs around Mammon's waist completely locking him in. You watched as his eyes grew big, but his thrusting did not stop.

"Savor the moment Mammon." You mumbled before you tugged him in a kiss just in time for the two of you to cum. You could feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim, his thrusts growing sloppy as his cum coated his cock with ease before he's pulling out of you slowly.

You felt Mammon's body plop down next to yours, the two of you breathing heavily and enjoying each other's silence.

"Gosh, you're so fucking addicting," Mammon said out loud.

TAGS — @l-ovey @ickyism @hidansdarling @yooniluvbot444 @scholarlogy @kewrai @asmos-pet

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[getosubaru]

𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨

nanami kento x gn!reader

rating: e

minors/ageless blogs do not interact; you will be blocked

written for @scandescent​​ and @festive​‘s dirty money collab ♡

wc: 9.6k

summary: when a battle goes sideways and nanami has to miss his usual stream with his favorite cam model, he’s met with an upset beloved and weeks of silence. seeing his friend’s bad mood, gojo convinces him to go out to a club for a costume party. prince charming finds himself following a familiar white rabbit who’s got his heart in a chokehold.

tw/notes: small text only for description; streamed getting off (reader + nanami); toys; bottom!reader; oral (gn receiving) fingering (gn received); petnames (sweetheart, baby, angel); dirty talk; biting; choking; idk i think it’s vanilla but i’m not a great judge of that; bit of angst; mostly fluff; no mentions of reader’s body/skin/hair/etc.; no use of y/n; lmk if i missed something

Nanami keeps to a simple routine: gym after work Sunday through Thursday, laundry on Saturday, and takeout for dinner on Friday.

Fridays are for you.

A sweet smile greets him when he clicks on your stream, just as it always does. You never fail to perk up when you see his name appear in the chat.

“K! You’re here!” you squeal, bouncing on your bed with a little wave.

As if he’s ever missed a stream in the last two months.

K7390: Hi, beautiful.

Every Friday night at 8:00, Nanami watches you bring yourself to orgasm over and over again until you’re exhausted. It’s the highlight of his usually monotonous week. He can close his eyes and pretend it’s him drawing those sinful sounds out of you; or he can focus on the toy you’re riding hard, picturing you stretched out on his dick and begging him for more.

Money well spent, in his opinion.

You’re just using your hands tonight, none of your plethora of toys visible in the shot. These are his favorite shows. It’s never enough, not when you’re always so desperate to be full. Your pathetic little whines are his favorite sound in the world.

Nanami undoes his belt as you start the tip counter, pinching your bare nipple with a wink. “Shall we get started?”

He’s patient, not touching himself while you cajole and flirt your way to your goal. It never takes long, but he wants this to last as long as possible. And it’s so difficult. You’re in the tiniest pair of mesh shorts that leave nothing to the imagination—especially when you turn around and arch your back, letting your head and torso rest on the bed.

Your hands play with the hem of your shorts as it digs into your plush ass, pulling the fabric away just to let it snap back. Sitting up and spreading your knees wide, you tug the waistband down a little. Your face peers back at the camera with a small smile over your shoulder.

“These’ll come off once we hit goal,” you promise. “Just a little bit more?”

Nanami waits until the counter is halfway there before sending the rest of the money. His screen name changes to blue, showing his status as your highest tipper of the night. He could have sent it earlier or even paid the full amount at the beginning; it would have been a shame to miss your teasing little act.

Your grin widens as you hear the chime alerting you of the goal being hit. You turn around and blow a kiss at the camera. “Thank you, K! I know I can always count on you!”

The private show starts, pulling all the contributors into another chat. Nanami finally unzips his pants before tugging them and his boxers down. He hisses at the chill of the air, hurrying to cup his hardening length.

He’s not the only one undressing. Sitting with your back to the camera again, you slide your shorts down slowly, stopping when the waistband sits just below the curve of your ass. You pull the fabric taut so it makes the already enticing sight even more erotic.

“Finally,” you sigh. The earpiece you wear captures every sound you make and lets you hear the chat when you’re otherwise occupied. “This week was rough.”

Nanami can tell you’re not just putting on a show based on the way you seem to have no patience for teasing yourself tonight. The shorts are discarded, leaving you naked on your knees. One hand slips down to work yourself slowly, though still quicker than you normally start off with. The other braces you against the bed as you lean back to provide a better view.

K7390: You seem frustrated, sweetheart.

You whine softly, biting down on your lower lip. “Yeah. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t cum since last week.”

Nanami nearly groans when you pick up the pace and he gives into stroking his throbbing cock. Typing with one hand is a skill he’s picked up after all these shows with you.

K7390: Poor thing. Someone as lovely as you deserves to be fucked well and often.

His words have the intended effect: a moan slips out of your lips and you close your eyes, touching yourself faster. You sit up to free your other hand, rolling a nipple between your fingers.

“You’re such a sweet-talker, K. When’re you gonna do an exclusive show with me so I can finally hear you?”

Nanami’s never let himself do a one-on-one show with you. It’s too…intimate, especially given that he’s already this attached. Part of him worries actually talking to you would be more addictive than he could take.

K7390: Not tonight, beautiful. Grab the lube and fuck yourself on those pretty fingers for me.

You’re quick to comply, pushing a second finger in before you finish pulling out the first. When he first started watching you, it was clear you preferred to be ass up on your knees. You never spent too long in that position after he told you how much he liked to see your face.

“Fuck, I need it,” you whine. “I wanna hear you. ‘S not fair you get to see what you do to me and I don’t.”

Nanami roughly grabs the base of his dick, gasping as your pleas echo in his head. You’ve never been this demanding and it’s ruining him.

K7390: You that desperate for me, angel? All this attention and you still want more?

Two fingers become three and your thighs start to twitch. Nanami knows you’re close. He’s so familiar with the different sounds of your moans that he could probably pinpoint exactly how long until you cum to the second. But he’s more focused on your tense face as you work your other hand above your busy fingers.

“Please, please, please—I’ll be good, promise! Just wanna hear your voice.”

It’s maddening how much your begging undoes him. He’s on the edge embarrassingly quickly. The tears gathered in your eyes have his hips bucking into his hand.

K7390: If you can hold off until I finish counting, I’ll take you exclusive tonight. 5

You cry out, trembling all over as you nod frantically. “I can do it.”

The rest of the chat seems to be split into two camps: one cheering on your reactions to Nanami and the other seething with envy. Neither of you pay them any mind.

Nanami looks away from the screen to spit in his hand, wanting to finish with you.

K7390: 4

Your knees look about ready to give out, but you keep yourself upright. “Please, I’m so close.”

His hand matches the pace of your fingers sliding in and out of you. The stretch of them isn’t anywhere as big as it would be if it was his cock hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back, but he can appreciate the sight.

K7390: 3 just a little longer baby

Nanami can’t focus on getting his typing right, but proper commas can be damned when you’re waiting on him to allow you to cum.

“So good, fuck,” you groan, dropping your head back.

K7390: eyes over here you know better than that

Your head snaps up again. “Sorry! Please—“

K7390: 2

The tears finally slip down your cheeks. Nanami can feel his own orgasm about to snap from your crying.

K7390: 1 cum baby

“Yes, thank you, fuck, ohh,” you break off with a moan, spasming on the bed as your release rushes over you.

Nanami lets himself cum to the sight of your blissed out face, groaning harshly as he fucks up into his fist. You fall back on the bed, fingers still thrusting slowly inside you.

“Better keep your promise,” you breathe out.

Your words combined with a tight twist over the head of his cock makes Nanami whimper. More cum dribbles out of the slit and his eyes roll back into his head.

He pulls away when it becomes too much, watching you sit up to clean your mess off your fingers with your tongue. He really agreed to an exclusive show tonight. Thinking with his dick, as usual when it came to you.

It’s not about the money. He makes enough that he can spend whatever he wants on you. It’s about that damnable flutter in his chest when you smile just for him. He’s attached and doesn’t want to encourage that. This is just business for you, nothing more.

“I’m gonna grab some water and then come back,” you say, a satisfied grin blooming on your face. “K, you better be here or I’ll throw a fit.”

K7390: I’ll be here, beautiful.

The sparkle in your eyes pushes away his doubt for the moment, enough for him to clean himself up and move his laptop to his bed. Fuck, are you going to want to see him?

Nanami is not a self-conscious man; he’s well-aware of what genetics and a strict gym routine have given him. But there’s cum all over his button-up and he’s drenched in sweat.

He quickly tosses off his clothes, pulling out a clean pair of grey boxer-briefs and a white t-shirt. He yanks the clothes on and scrambles for a towel to dry off with. The “be right back!” sign on your stream taunts him into moving faster. His hair can’t be saved, but he combs it back with his fingers anyway.

Headphones. He needs to find his fucking headphones before—

“Hi!” your voice chirps from his laptop.

Nanami dives back into bed just in time, his headphone case clenched in his fist.

Oddly enough, you’re wrapped up in a fluffy blanket.

_K7390: Still on for this? _

You nod enthusiastically, grinning into the camera. “Yep!”

Nanami takes a deep breath and clicks the button for an exclusive show. Immediately, it’s just you and him in the chat room.

“You can click the speaker button to turn your audio on and the little camera for, well, your camera,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck.

Fortune favors the bold or something like that. Nanami pops a headphone in and clicks on the camera.

Your eyes widen when his video turns on. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he repeats, cursing himself for how rough it comes out.

“Nice to finally meet you,” you tease.

Nanami raises an eyebrow, adjusting the angle of his laptop so you can better see his face. “I think we’re pretty well acquainted.”

That gets him a delighted laugh. His cheeks burn at the sound.

“My turn for a show?” The tilt of your smile does damage to his heart.

Thirty seconds in and he’s already gone. This was definitely a bad idea.

“If you’d like,” he replies, tugging his shirt over his head.

Your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them. Your attraction is gratifying, especially when your eyes track his hand sliding down his chest to cup himself through his boxers.

“I think I should be the one paying,” you mutter almost to yourself.

Nanami tsks, rolling his hips into his hand. “Not fair that I’m nearly stripped down and you’re still bundled up, even though you do look adorable.”

“Oh!” You jolt out of your trance, shaking your head slightly. “I just wanted it to be a surprise.”

The blanket falls off your shoulders to reveal deep blue lace. A tiny thong clings to your hips, framed by a garter belt and stockings. You’ve left your top half bare, save for a matching lace collar.

“You look incredible,” manages Nanami. Your eyes don’t miss the way he presses his hand down harder.

You bite your bottom lip, seeming to hesitate.

“What is it, angel?” He almost doesn’t hear your response.

“I got it with you in mind.”

Nanami hums something just short of a moan. You take the opportunity to continue.

“You remember when I asked you your favorite color?” Over a month ago, actually. “I bought this for when I finally got to meet you.”

He’s fully hard now, your honeyed words and hesitant smile nearly turning him on more than your fingers toying with the lace.

“And you accuse me of being a sweet-talker,” he teases, desperately wanting the upper hand so you don’t completely wreck him.

He knows he’s already lost when you pull out a matching vibrator. This one is new, obviously bought to complete the set.

“Mm, can you blame me for being excited?”

Nanami laughs, removing his hand to pull his boxers off. “Undo those bows for me, sweetheart.”

The little scrap of lace is gone in a flash, leaving you in just the garters and stockings. And the collar, of course.

“This is special, actually,” you say, waving the vibrator. “See the panel on the side of the screen?”

It clicks in his head instantly, despite the lack of blood flowing to his brain. “I can control it?”

“Yep!” You bring it up to your lips and run your tongue over the tip. “I haven’t played with one of these before, but I thought it would be fun.”

Another thing you got just for him. If he hadn’t just cum not thirty minutes ago, he’d probably be spilling untouched.

“Aren’t you so good for me?” he coos, loving the way your eyes flutter shut. “All this just for me?”

You hum in agreement, sucking the tip of the toy in your mouth. Nanami lets himself start to stroke his cock slowly. You wanted to hear him, so he’ll keep talking until you break.

“That’s it, you can take more. So pretty with your mouth full like that.”

The praise makes you squirm but you don’t reach down to touch yourself. Nanami tightens his grip as your clear obedience makes his head spin. You take the toy all the way in your mouth to the base, gagging slightly when it breaches your throat.

“There you go,” he sighs, cock pulsing at the sound of your struggling. “So good for me.”

You pull the toy free with a gasp. “K, please…”

Truthfully, he’s just as eager as you, but watching you beg with your eyes fixed on his dick is intoxicating.

“Please, what?” he asks idly. “Use your words, beautiful.”

You groan, fisting your fingers in your sheets as he continues to lazily stroke his cock. “You’re evil. I should’ve known you’d be ten times worse when I can hear you and that’s not even to mention your voice.”

Nanami laughs. Your little fit is adorable. “What about my voice?”

“It’s all deep and warm and fuck you could make a killing selling audios,” you whine. Your hands still stay off of yourself.

“Mm maybe time for a change in career then.” He leans back further into the pillows and rolls a nipple with his free hand, arching slightly into the touch.

“K!”

Thinking with his dick again. “Kento. When it’s just us, you can call me Kento.”

You whimper pathetically, clawing at the sheet. “Kento, please.”

His name on your lips breaks the last of his reserve. He grabs at the lube in his nightstand. “Put the toy in, angel. You still stretched out from earlier?”

“Finally,” you mumble before speaking clearer, “Yeah, ‘m fine.”

Nanami wonders in the back of his head whether you’d answer the same regardless if you weren’t already prepped. The quick, eager motions of you slicking up the toy has him thinking he’d be right.

He drips out some lube into his palm, warming it between his hands before gliding them down his length. A grunt fights it way out of his throat at the wetness.

Your eyes drift shut as you sink down onto the vibrator, taking it all the way to the base. “So good.”

Nanami wipes one hand on his discarded shirt before he turns the toy on to a medium setting. You cry out, obviously forgetting about that feature.

“How’s that, hmm?” he asks, not really needing an answer since your hips start to bounce.

He keeps time with your movements, the lewd sounds mingling enough he could believe it’s him you’re riding. When you grind down, he squeezes his cock to mimic what that damn toy must be experiencing.

“Wish it was you,” you whine.

Nanami groans, turning up the vibrator on you for making him such a mess. “Always so needy with me, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, pinching and pulling at your nipples while you bounce.

He’s not going to fucking last, not like this. Not with you sweetly moaning his name and focusing on his fist around his dick. He cranks the vibrator up on high, setting it to pulse since it makes you tremble.

“Kento, I wanna cum, please,” you beg.

He clicks his tongue. “Already? We’re barely a third of the way through our time.” Like he isn’t about to spill all over himself.

“Kento!” A twist of your hips has the toy hitting exactly where you need apparently as your body tenses up.

“Again,” he barks out, managing to keep a stutter out of his voice as he fucks up into his fist. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Kento, fuck,” you moan. “I’m yours.”

How the hell he didn’t finish right then and there is a miracle. “Touch yourself and cum for me. I wanna hear you say my name.”

He gets his wish. You cry out, repeating his name like a prayer as you slam yourself down on the vibrator. Your body arches tight before you’re sobbing, grinding on the toy and letting your hand drag out your orgasm.

“K-kento, oh…”

It’s all he needs to let go, moaning loudly with his head thrown back. The force of his release has him shaking, eyes scrunched as he stutters out some form of praise for you. It’s overwhelming, burning hot and leaving him hollowed out as he paints his stomach and chest.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out.

Your giggle forces his eyes open. Curled on your side with the toy cast away, you seem to delight in the mess he’s made of himself.

“You’re telling me,” you drawl. “I think I might’ve seen God there for a second.”

Nanami grabs his shirt to wipe down with, but not before tossing you a wink. “Just me.”

“Gorgeous, I’ll pray at your altar anytime.”

Your attitude’s come back in the wake of your orgasm, showing him that flirty side he adores. This should be awkward. You should flit back to your main room while he passes out or eats the takeout growing cold in his kitchen.

You always surprise him.

“So how was your day?” you ask.

Nanami blinks. “Excluding the last hour or so? Miserable. Overall? Pretty amazing.”

“Glad to know I’m a mood booster.” Your smile is bright and genuine, just short of a full blown grin.

“You said that today was rough?”

Neither of you make an attempt to cover yourselves as you talk through the remaining time. You stay curled up, facing the screen, eyes open despite how tired you seem.

“You should get some rest, gorgeous,” says Nanami when you lose the fight with another yawn.

“Don’t wanna,” you grumble.

He glances at the timer on the screen. “We’re about to be kicked into the main chat.”

This upsets you, bringing a pout to your slightly squished face.

“Ah ah, no arguing,” he chastises before you can start up. He smiles at your sleepy pout. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

“Goodnight, Kento,” you mumble back, bringing yourself up enough to blow a lazy kiss. “Can we do this again next week?”

He’ll kick himself later for agreeing, but he can’t ignore how radiant your smile is.

Next week turns into three consecutive Fridays spent in exclusive shows. Every week he gets you all to himself for an hour, sometimes more if one of you adds time to the clock. He wasn’t aware performers could do that, but apparently you can just give time for free.

Nanami pretends he doesn’t see you do it. If he doesn’t see it, he doesn’t have to acknowledge how much more real this…thing is between you two.

Three weeks of your blissed out face gasping out his name. Three weeks of tired conversations meandering down more personal paths. Three weeks of his traitorous heart taking this as something other than an exchange of money for services.

And then he nearly dies at the hands of a patchwork curse.

Nanami misses a Friday with you for the first time in months. Shoko refuses to let him out of her morgue/infirmary when he stumbles back, clutching his stomach where the curse touched him.

All sorcerers die; some die horrifically, others die quietly. Death is the only guarantee in this business.

But you don’t know that. You don’t know he gambles his life against monsters everyday. All you know is the man you’ve grown used to seeing once a week is suddenly absent.

When the fog clears and Friday drifts into Saturday, he has no way to contact you to let you know he’s okay. Your profile is set with private messages disabled. If you’re not on stream, you’re out of his reach completely.

He tries not to let it eat at him. This is business for you; he’s just another whale on the hook. But the thought of you worrying stirs up something like guilt.

Shoko discharges him with a firm order not to move too much over the weekend and bans him from alcohol and smoking. The order may have been petty revenge for bitching most of the night. When she finally went home, he took his complaints to text form.

Opening his laptop isn’t the first thing Nanami does when he comes home. He kicks off his shoes first, of course; wearing shoes in the house is a crime.

You’re online—almost unheard of for you on a Saturday morning. He doesn’t hesitate to click into your chat, only to be met with your cheery pause screen.

bluefire1801x: been like this all day man wtf is going on

111kfc111: idk it was like this last night

_NotChosenOne: This is lame. I’m not hanging around for this. _

Nanami watches the chat continue like this for a moment before he decides to try anyway.

K7390: I’m sorry, sweetheart. Work got busy and I had to stay overnight. Are you around?

The pause screen vanishes, but your camera remains off. He clicks the exclusive show button, leaving the main chat sending confused messages as you two pop away.

He knows he looks like shit. Sleeping in Shoko’s morgue is never a comfortable experience, nevermind the memories and nightmares it brings up for him. The camera only highlights the bags under his eyes and how chapped his lips are.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeats.

Your camera comes on and you’re wrapped in your blanket again, this time for comfort it seems. “I paused the stream while waiting, but I fell asleep.”

Guilt claws at his heart. He was right; you worried and now you’re upset at him. Nanami sighs, sitting back at his desk and running a hand through his hair. He can tell you something close to the truth.

“I got injured at work. The doctor wouldn’t let me leave until today.” He glances at his watch. “Well, about thirty-three minutes ago to be exact.”

“Are you okay?” You sit up straighter, more life in your eyes than before. “What happened?”

He holds up his hands. “I’m fine now, except for sleeping on that miserable cot,” he assures. The next part is harder. “I can’t…shit, I can’t really explain it.”

You scowl, glaring at some spot on your blanket. “Yeah no, I get it. Anonymity and all that.”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not it at all. My job—“

“I should really turn my laptop off since it’s been on all night.”

Nanami winces at the reminder. “Let me explain, please.”

“Goodnight, K.”

Hearing the initial instead of his name cuts deeper than it should. His screen closes and leaves only your offline profile in view. He stares at your profile picture, taking in your easy smile. It’s such a contrast to how he just saw you–huddled up and sad, spitting exhausted venom at him.

Once again, sorcery manages to fuck up something bright in his life.

He can’t even blame anyone but himself. Attachments have always been unwise in this business and it’s not always the sorcerer who ends up hurting. Dying is easy; the ones left behind suffer the most.

Maybe it’s better for you if he disappears now. Let him be just another disappointment instead of a future ghost.

You stay offline for two Fridays in a row. Nanami takes to checking your page once a day or so to see if you pop up, but your profile still displays the same last online date. He should stop checking, stop hoping, stop trying to drag you into his life. He rationalizes his behavior with the excuse that he’s worried about you. It’s not like you to be gone for so long and something might have happened.

You might have met someone else and stopped waiting for the scraps of himself he can offer you.

Gojo picks up on Nanami’s foul mood after a while. The other sorcerer bounces between an uncharacteristic seriousness tinged with empathetic quiet and a rambunctious mania. Drowning his sorrows in killing monsters and picking up strangers always works for him, so he encourages Nanami to give it a try.

“Nanamin!” A whine colors his voice. “It’s just one night, come on! Shoko and Mei are busy and I don’t want to go out alone. That’s boring!”

One night in a loud club filled with intoxicated strangers and grating music. It’s like Gojo doesn’t know him at all.

“In what universe would I want to go out clubbing?” drawls Nanami, not looking up from the reports he’s filling out.

“This one!”

Gojo shoves his phone under Nanami’s nose. An event flyer fills the screen, promising a night of debauchery–themed debauchery. The entry price alone makes the younger man balk. God only knows how expensive the shitty drinks are going to be if they want that much just to get in the door.

“A costume party?” asks Nanami. “Really?”

“They’re fun! Dress up, dance, look at other hot people in costumes…” Gojo waggles his eyebrows underneath his blindfold. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to have fun.”

That prickles some part of Nanami’s competitive brain. You had said something similar to him once, teased him about not yet being 30 and living like he’s in a retirement home. Of course, you hadn’t known about the more violent aspects of his life. He wonders if your opinion would have been different had he told you.

Nanami glares up at Gojo still hovering near his desk. “Fine.”

He tells himself it’s not because he hears your laugh in the back of his mind.

Scores of princesses, fairies, and red capes crowd the nightclub. Nanami’s nearly had an eye put out at least twice by a rogue pair of wings. The dangers are part and parcel of Fairy Tale Night apparently. Letting Gojo handle their costumes was a mistake, of course, but how else was he supposed to find a costume on such short notice?

“Prince Charming. Really?” asked Nanami, brandishing the plastic crown like a weapon. With his technique, it probably could be one.

Gojo wisely took a step back and held up his own headwear. “It’s either that or the Mad Hatter, man. I thought you’d appreciate the humor!” He vanished before Nanami could throw his (admittedly nice quality) boot at him.

Still, Nanami should probably thank the menace. More than a few people are looking at him like they want to find happily ever after with him. He can’t bring himself to care–not about the mermaid sidling up to him at the bar, not about the Big Bad Wolf asking him to dance. They’re all wrong because he’s looking for traces of you in their faces. This one’s hair is too long; that one’s eyes aren’t the right color.

He lets Gojo drag him onto the dance floor after a few shots. The music is awful–nearly discordant in its volume, but he can feel the beat and remembers how to dance. Satoru wraps his arms around a nearby Cinderella, who seems not to mind the obnoxious goggles he’s wearing in place of his usual blindfold. You can get away with a lot of eccentricities when you’re 190 cm with that kind of bone structure.

The cheap tequila’s done nothing for him. He’s still as sober as he was when he walked in. Nanami glances to the bar, gauging how likely it is he could get a drink within the next hour. A crowd four people deep encircles the harassed bartenders. A pair of bunny ears turns in his direction and freezes.

He knows that face–has seen it laughing, gasping, yawning, and twisted with pleasure.

You cock your head at him, eyebrows coming together in confusion. Your teeth come out to sink into your bottom lip before you smile and shake your head. He follows the line of your finger as you point to the balcony where the smoking section is. He watches your grin widen when he nods.

Gojo’s gone when Nanami turns to tell him he’ll be right back. The Cinderella is conspicuously absent as well, so he figures he won’t see his least favorite coworker for the rest of the night.

Nanami beats you outside. He lights a cigarette with shaking hands and tries not to stare at the door. It’s mercifully empty out here, save for a few couples huddled close to the building. He leans against the railing and looks over the city far below him.

“Come here often?” teases a familiar voice on his left. You take a drag of your own smoke, winking at his shocked face.

“I didn’t know you lived in Tokyo,” he replies, stupidly, thoughtlessly, still stunned by your sudden appearance in his life.

You shrug. “I didn’t. Moved last week. My settings have anyone in the same city as me blocked from viewing my profile. Security, you know?”

Nanami nods for lack of a better response.

“Still,” you continue. “Wasn’t expecting to see you on my first night out.”

His mind screams at him not to say anything, to stay quiet and reserved, even as your gaze burns into his face.

“My coworker dragged me out to forget about you. Not that I told him anything about us–you, I mean. He just knew I wasn’t my usual self,” says Nanami anyway. The city is a safer view to train his eyes on, but he can’t tear himself away from you.

Your expression softens, mischief replaced with uncertainty. You take a drag of your cigarette and the burning tip illuminates your face briefly. Exhaling sharply away from him, you face the city. “Part of me daydreamed about running into you. I got the job offer and my first thought was, ‘god, I can’t wait to tell Kento.’ How dumb is that?” Your laugh is bitter and the sound tears at his chest.

“It’s not dumb.”

“What could we possibly look like?” you ask, anger coloring your tone something harsh. “I don’t know what you do for work, only that it’s some big secret. You don’t even know my real name, for god’s sake.” Tears gather in your eyes, the moisture reflecting the lights of the city.

Nanami doesn’t hesitate. One hand cups your jaw, tilting your face towards his. The other tosses his cigarette from the balcony and rests lightly on your hip. “In the vaguest of terms, I’m a teacher and a private contractor. The rest requires a very long conversation that you may or may not believe. It’s nothing illegal or nefarious–just confidential. I will tell you, though, if you want to know.” He risks stepping closer, dragging his thumb over your lips.

You mumble something against the pad of his finger, repeating it louder when he cocks his head. “My name. And I wanna know.”

He could kiss you now, should kiss you now based on your starry eyes and soft lips. But having you and losing you would hurt worse than never tasting you at all. Ever the masochist, Nanami can’t help but press his thumb firmer against your bottom lip, groaning when you open your mouth to tease your tongue against the tip.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he scolds without much ire. “We’re supposed to be talking.”

Your lips draw his thumb in, sucking lightly before releasing it with a pop. “My place or yours?”

Nanami got a ride with Gojo here–not his smartest move, obviously, but your apartment is within walking distance. The trip is short, quiet, and he’s grateful for your hand clinging to his the entire way. Your neighbors must be used to the party crowd, as none of them even spare the two of you in your costumes a passing glance. Nanami spends most of the walk trying not to think about the possibility of your coat hiding a little fluffy tail.

“You know, my friend tried to get me to go as the Mad Hatter,” he comments as you unlock your door.

You laugh, pushing the warped wood harshly and kicking off your shoes. “That would’ve been hilarious.”

In the warm light of your living room, Nanami takes the opportunity to appreciate your costume. Thankfully, you’d opted for a more original interpretation of the White Rabbit: neat little bowtie, tight vest, and a pocket-watch chain ending in the pocket of your small shorts. When you turn to take off your coat, all the blood rushes south for Nanami. There is a little rabbit tail attached to your indecent shorts.

He can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse that you seem uninterested in taking off the bunny ears.

“So, you said we need to have a long talk?” you ask, peering back over your shoulder to smile at his flushed face. Your grin turns sharp at his sudden interest in the ceiling.

Nanami tries to remember the battery of breathing techniques he learned to keep his cool when he was a salaryman. His thoughts scatter when you walk into the living room–letting your ass brush his thigh as you scoot by him in the small entryway on purpose, he’s sure. All subtlety is gone by now; he can’t stop himself from lightly swatting you just below your tail.

“Kento!” Your delighted laughter sounds like heaven, like peace, like a thick duvet on a cold morning. He wants to drown in it–bury his entire being in it and never surface again.

“Right. Conversation.” He clears his throat. Your eyes focus on him, attentive and enthralled. It’s almost a parody of teaching, but Nanami cuts that thought off before it can start. He could either ruin his mood by thinking of work or derail his brain thinking of you bent over a desk while he wields a ruler.

Damn it.

You smirk when he clears his throat again. The picture of innocence, you sit primly on the sofa and fold your hands in your lap. “So, you were saying?”

Nanami rubs at his temple as he feels a headache coming on. His technique isn’t flashy like Gojo’s. He’s attuned for combat, not displays of power. Well, not ones that would keep the walls of your home standing. This isn’t a situation he’s ever been in before; nearly everyone he knows has experience with socerery.

He’s also breaking the rules. The most important rule: Never tell non-sorcerers. Gojo would laugh himself stupid if he knew.

Yaga was the one who recruited Nanami. He remembers the man’s speech well; it was, after all, the moment his life changed completely. He decides to start there.

“Over 10,000 people go missing or die unexplained deaths in Japan every year. Most of those are the result of curses…”

You’re not kicking him out, even when he describes curses or the horrors that often spawn them. You remain engrossed in his speech and even…accepting? Nanami cautiously starts to hope you believe him.

“Why can’t I see them?” you ask during a pause in the explanation.

Nanami gestures at his hair. “Why am I blond? Why do some people have green eyes or freckles? Genetics. Some of the elders place a more…mystical origin on why certain people have cursed energy or the sight. I subscribe to a more modern way of thinking, as it’s the one that makes sense to me.”

You nod thoughtfully. “So your parents were sorcerers?”

“Ah, no,” he sighs. “I think my circumstances are more the result of a latent gene surfacing. Probably on my father’s side, as my mother was Danish. Neither them nor my sister could even see curses.”

The unsaid falls heavily on the room. He spoke in the past tense.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you murmur, smile softening into something kinder.

Nanami nods sharply, trying to beat away the warmth your empathy spreads in his chest. “Thank you. It’s been years. Death is something sorcerers are all too familiar with.”

Haibara’s face comes to his mind unbidden. The boy would’ve adored you and teased Kento for his habit of collecting sunshiney extraverts. Nanami didn’t subscribe to an afterlife; this world was all there is and there was enough to do here without worrying about what comes later. Still, he can’t help but wonder if it was Yuu’s influence that drove the pair of you together tonight.

“That’s another thing…” Nanami hesitates. “My work is dangerous and the mortality rate is startlingly high.”

You frown, the expression absurdly cute and he has to stop himself from pressing his thumb into the crease of your eyebrows. “I thought you said you were a teacher?”

“Only incidentally. I have taken a student under my wing as a favor to a coworker. Most of my time is spent in the field.”

He watches you process this with a heavy heart. Few working sorcerers date outside of their world because of this. There is always the risk that one day they won’t come home. Shoko sees more corpses than she sees injured; sorcerers either return unharmed or they don’t come back at all.

“Fighting those things?” you ask with no small amount of horror. “Those curses? But it’s dangerous and you said some of them are super powerful!”

If there is one thing Nanami’s always had pride in, it’s his own strength and technique. While he may not be a Gojo or a Geto, he’s no slouch. If anything, he has to work harder–be better, stronger, faster to overcome the limits of his own power. His smile is just this side of arrogant when he pulls the crown off his head and tosses it to you.

“Make sure there’s nothing wrong with it,” he instructs you. “No cracks, no breaks, no damage.”

You dutifully turn it over in your hands, inspecting the shiny plastic and shaking your head. “It’s fine.”

Nanami activates his technique, pinpointing where he wants to hit the crown along the 7:3 ratio. He kneels down in front of you and lets his smile morph into a cocky smirk. “Watch.”

He slowly raises one finger and taps the plastic with the smallest amount of pressure possible. The crown snaps immediately, his cursed energy traveling in a line until the other side breaks as well. You’re left gaping with two pieces of plastic in your hand.

“How the fuck–”

Nanami could explain his technique; he could go over ratios and calculations and how it feels to slam enough energy into a building to collapse it entirely. He could even subtly mention the fact he holds the record for most consecutive Black Flash hits, a feat not even Gojo has accomplished. He could continue this little instructional demonstration or he could kiss you until you both lose your minds.

He taps your bottom lip with that same finger, chuckling when you jolt. “In a fight, I’m usually the dangerous one, sweetheart.”

Your pupils blow wide, matching your mouth when your jaw drops open. Nanami restrains himself from pushing the tip of his finger between your lips, but you take the initiative yourself–darting out the point of your tongue to taste him.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmurs. “I want to do this right, regardless of how much I want to sleep with you. I know we don’t know each other, not really, but I want that more.”

“You do know me.” Your lips moving under his finger nearly breaks his composure. “Just as I know you. I don’t need to know what songs you like or how you take your coffee. I know how to make that crease in between your eyebrows go away. I know your voice gets raspy when you’re tired, and you blush whenever I compliment you. I know your smile is rare even though you never hide it from me. I know you bitch about your job but you love it and are so proud of your students.”

Nanami blinks, caught off guard under the weight of your speech. “Sweetheart–”

“And I know if you don’t kiss me right fucking now, I’m going to throw a fit,” you say, smiling despite your harsh words.

He might not be the most experienced of people but Nanami can recognize a green light when he sees one.

It’s softer than he expected. You sigh into the kiss when he finally presses his lips to yours, reaching yours hands out to cradle his face. Nanami’s never felt delicate or fragile, but your fingers lightly tracing his cheekbones is what he thinks that would feel like.

The kiss isn’t rushed or frantic or too hungry. Your lips slide against his like you have all the time in the world. And maybe you do; what reason is there to not savor the culmination of months of wanting? All those hours online dreaming of just having one taste of you and Nanami’s suddenly been given the whole banquet.

But he doesn’t want to confuse appreciation with hesitation.

Nanami pushes up to sit at his full height on his knees, bracing his hands on your thighs to pull you closer. His tongue finds yours when you gasp and the feeling sets him alight. Your hands on his face press tighter, sliding back to grip his hair as he fusses with the buttons of your vest.

When you bite down on his bottom lip, Nanami pulls back with a groan.

“Bedroom,” he manages. “I’m not fucking you for the first time on a couch.”

You’re more than amenable to the idea, jumping to your feet and tugging him by the hand towards your room. Pieces of both of your costumes leave a trail to your bed. All of Nanami’s higher functioning goes into deciding whether or not to ask you to keep the ears on.

Later. Next time. When he’s had a chance to get a plug with–

“Off,” you demand, pawing at his pants.

No more thinking, apparently. Not when you’re completely bare and dragging your palms down his chest. His eyes threaten to roll back as you pinch his nipples. Your hands on his hips are more than enough motivation to get his belt undone, shoving away his pants and boxer briefs.

Then you’re finally on him, skin to skin and so clearly turned on when he grinds against you. The feeling alone is almost enough to end this before it starts.

He pushes you gently until you fall onto the bed with a soft huff. What gets him the most is the smile on your face; it’s far from lustful, more like giddy and adoring. The image of you spread out below him with a grin sears into his brain.

Nanami has never wanted to keep something more.

The realization is startling and far too complex than he’s capable of thinking about right now. There’s far more important things to consider–like the way you arch your back when he presses his tongue against where you need him most.

He could spend the rest of his life taking you apart with his mouth. You gasp and twist as he finds new ways to pull the sweetest of sounds out of your throat.

“Kento, please. Just get on with it and stop teasing me,” you groan, your voice turning whiny when he slows the pace of his ministrations.

Your desperation is cute and he’d drag this out more if it wasn’t for the aching throb of his dick. He gives you a slight reprieve in the form of a bite on the inside of your thigh.

“Condoms, lube?” He gestures vaguely with the hand not hold your hips down.

You point at the nightstand. “Top drawer. We can throw out the condoms later if we get tested togeth–shit don’t stop.”

Nanami took the opportunity to work you with his fingers while he reached over to rifle through your drawer. Not that he wanted to interrupt you talking about going bare, but the little sob you give is worth it. He sits up between your thighs with some of his composure back.

“I’ve never gone without one,” he says conversationally, as if he isn’t warming up lube on his fingers. “I think feeling you raw might just actually break me.”

You flinch when the tip of his finger touches your entrance. “I h-haven’t either, but you–” Whatever thought you meant to finish is cut off by the slide of his finger into you.

He’s well aware of his own size, previous partners having gawked when they got him undressed. This needs to be as enjoyable for you as it’s going to be for him. Talking seems to distract you, so Nanami lets his free hand toy with your nipples as his mouth runs.

“Me?” He chuckles quietly. “Is it just me you want to feel inside of you like that?”

You quickly nod, but he’s not fully paying attention to your reactions.

“Is it just me you want to fill you up?” Another finger joins the first and he curls them up to watch you shudder. “It’ll be messy, cum leaking out of you and staining your pretty sheets. We wouldn’t want that, hmm?”

Confusion clouds your face before it’s replaced with bliss as he finds what he was looking for.

“Would you rather me clean you up with my mouth?” he continues, finding his own voice turning ragged at your little whimpers. “You already taste so good, it’d hardly be an inconvenience.”

“Please, Kento,” you moan, twisting when he adds a third finger and starts to bully that spot inside you.

Nanami tugs harshly at your nipple just to keep himself from losing it. “Or maybe you’d rather have me plug you up? Keep me in you while you go about your day. Have no one be the wiser to the fact you’re still so full.”

You’re spasming around his fingers, obviously close to finishing just from them and his words. Nanami leans down to trace your bottom lip with his tongue as your mouth hangs open.

“I think I’d prefer to leave you messy,” he murmurs against the skin of your cheek. “Let you feel me between your thighs all day–sticky and dirty just for me.”

It’s what you need to finally break, stuttering out his name and clawing at his shoulders. Seeing you cum on a screen is no comparison to seeing it in person. You’re radiant, glowing with the sweat clinging to your skin and your pretty eyes squeezed shut.

Nanami drags your release out as long as he can, whispering calming nonsense into your ear. He’s not even aware of what he’s saying, only that you’re still clenching down on his fingers.

He pulls away from you despite your whining protests to fumble with the condom and lube. If he doesn’t get inside you right this second, he’s going to cum untouched like a virgin.

That embarrassing scene is avoided by carefully pushing into the tight, hot depth of you. Nanami doesn’t bother to hold back to choked groan that forces itself out of his throat. He’s too concerned with not immediately finishing because you feel incredible.

“Shh, sweetheart, nearly halfway there,” he soothes you when your face pinches at the stretch.

You slide your fingers into his hair and tug aggressively. “Halfway? Fuck, ’s too big, Kento.”

“You’re doing so good for me, angel.” He grunts as the praise makes you clench down even tighter. “Just relax for me. That’s it, just like that. So fucking good.”

Nanami can’t shut himself up, despite the fact he’s never been much of a talker–in or out of bed. But he’s always known how much you like to hear him. You’ve turned needy just from hearing him talk about his day. It’s a weakness he’s more than willing to exploit with you.

“Oh fuck,” he groans when his hips meet the back of your thighs. “See? Perfect fit.”

He takes a second to get himself under control and to allow you to adjust. Gentle kisses to your cheeks, forehead, lips, and even the tip of your nose bring that smile back out for him. It’s hazier than it was before, but no less beautiful.

“I’m okay. You can move.” You wrap your legs around his waist to further emphasize the point.

Namani’s slow to start, pulling away just a fraction before rolling back into you. It’s more for his benefit than yours, as adding movement to the equation pushes him further out of his mind. He keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck where he can kiss your pulse point. You only tolerate the slow grinding pace for so long before you’re jerking your hips to meet his.

“Damn it, fuck me properly already,” you demand, digging your heels into his back.

He could laugh at your impatience if it wasn’t for your teeth biting his shoulder harshly. The pain intensifies the already overwhelming fire in his veins. Nanami leaves his place at your neck to tightly grip your thighs. You’re a mess under him–sweaty and panting and about two seconds from rolling you both over to have your way with him.

“As you wish,” says Nanami with a grin just shy of feral. He lets his words roll over you, watching your eyes widen with a touch of hesitation.

Then he’s pulling out until just the tip of his cock is left inside you, before slamming back in to the hilt. Your reaction is immediate and loud, versions of his name spilling from your lips as you arch your back. He keeps the force of his thrusts harsh even as he speeds up his pace. He’s not going to last like this, but he’s damn sure you’re going to break before he does.

The bed creaks its protestations, the headboard meeting the wall in sharp, staccato bangs.

You’re louder, as is Nanami for once in his life. Choked gasps and obscene moans echo around the room. He knows he’s still talking, praising how good you’re doing and how incredible you feel. What he’s actually saying is lost on him and probably you too, considering you cry out when he shifts your position.

“Just like that, please!” you sob, digging your nails into his upper arm and chest.

With one of your thighs pinned flat to the bed and the other hiked up on his shoulder, Nanami has a perfect view of how well you take him. Tears well up in your eyes before slipping down your cheeks. He drags his gaze away from where you’re clamping down on him so he can lick one of the salty trails from your face.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart,” he groans. “Just hold on a bit more for me. You’re doing so good.”

You wrench the hand on your hip up to your neck so he can press down on either side of your throat. Gripping his wrist, you tilt your head back as your eyes flutter shut. “H–harder.”

He’s not sure whether you want him to fuck you harder or choke you harder so he does both. It works regardless since he’s rewarded with you keening and tightening up around his cock.

He pulls your hand out of its death grip on his shoulder and slides your fingers into his mouth, dragging his tongue along them and sucking harshly. They make an audible sound when they pop out of his lips. “Touch yourself.”

It’s not like he has any free hands at the moment.

You cry out before you start twitching beneath him. “Gonna cum–baby, oh god, please let me cum. I’m so close.”

Nanami’s eyes try to roll back, but he needs to watch you fall apart on his cock. He pushes himself to move faster, harder, despite the exhaustion creeping into his muscles.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he gasps out when he feels your tight walls begin to spasm.

He relaxes his hold on your neck, letting the blood rush back to your neck and it’s all you need to shatter. You tense up your body so harshly that he’s worried you’ll hurt yourself, but then you’re sobbing out his name and clawing at the sheets.

Your voice combined with the way you clamp down on him sends Nanami over the edge after you. The world goes back for a minute as his release threatens to overwhelm him. His teeth find purchase in the meat of your calf on his shoulder as his hips lock up and he feels himself flood the condom.

Biting down does nothing to stifle the groans ripping out of his chest. If anything, it makes it so much more intense–you tighten around his still spilling cock, fucking yourself on it as you outright scream.

The drop is sudden, from excruciating bliss to overstimulation in seconds. Nanami hisses while you continue to pulse around him. He’s lost the ability to breathe, but he stays inside you as you work yourself through another orgasm.

“Holy shit,” you pant out, finally coming back to earth.

It catches him off-guard, making him laugh even as the movement causes him to wince. You’re smiling at him again and giggling at his outburst, pulling him down to lay on you. The weight of his bulky frame, not to mention the strain your muscles are probably going through, doesn’t seem to deter you from tugging until his head is on your chest.

Your heartbeat is rapid under his ear, but your laughter sounds even better up close. Nanami calms, pressing lazy kisses to your sweat-glazed skin. In a moment, both of you will have to get up and clean yourselves off. The condom is still on him and he hasn’t even pulled out yet. Your sheets are probably ruined for good.

But this is probably the happiest bit of peace he’s ever found. Your fingers card through his hair with the ease of someone who’s done it a million times. He basks under the attention as his pulse returns to something close to normal.

“So we’re doing this?” you ask into the comfortable silence.

Nanami sits up enough to look at your expression. There’s a serene acceptance there beneath the hazy, post-orgasm bliss. He takes strength from that, from you.

Something to come home to. Someone to make a home with. His life is all monsters and violence, but your softness entices him in a way nothing else ever has.

“Yes,” he says without looking away from you. He leans in for a gentle, chaste kiss. “If you can deal with my job and my attitude and general unpleasantness–”

You laugh against his lips. “Oh no, how will I ever survive?”

Nanami hums in mock contemplation. “I think I can make it worth your while.”

“Kento!” Your feigned shock is made more hilarious by the fact he still has yet to pull out.

The kiss turns hungry and all banter is set aside for now.

Later, after a shower that ends in more sex and the sheets are changed, Nanami holds you close to his chest and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Are you going to go back to camming?” he asks, certain you’re still awake given the fact you’re tracing patterns on the bare skin of his chest.

You shrug. “Dunno. The money was good and I liked the attention, but my new job is going to take up a bunch of time. Plus, I’d much rather be giving you a show.” The flirty tease is punctuated with a wink.

For all your bravado, Nanami can feel you tense up against him. His reaction matters here. What he has to say will impact you, possibly devastatingly. To relax you a bit, he smoothes one hand up and down your back.

“I’m not really bothered one way or the other, angel,” he assures you. As expected, you sink against him at his words. “If you want to stream, I’ll support you. If you don’t want to, I’m fine with that as well. Bit hypocritical to ask you to quit when it’s literally how we met, hmm?”

You nod before nuzzling into him. “Could still give you a show,” you say around a yawn. “Half price, just for you.”

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[ourautumn86]

c*m hub

ellie williams x fem! reader

💋making cash and making love!

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, dom! ellie, sub! reader, use of sex platform, strap on sex (r! receiving), hair pulling, choking, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, begging, praising, teasing, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise, pussy slaps, messy sex, oral sex (r! receiving), mouth fucking w fingers (r! receiving), degradation…

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“yeah just like that baby, oh fuck. bounce on my cock.” your moans were filling your room, one of ellie’s hands on your ass, guiding you up and down on her strap, fucking you so deep you could feel it on your cervix. “so fucking good for me. taking my cock so good…”

you slammed your hips harder down against her own, making her groan as the back of the strap rubbed against her clit.

“that’s it. ride my dick. atta fucking girl…” you whimpered. the image was so dirty, ellie pointing at your pussy swallowing her strap hole with her phone, your white cream dripping down the length of her cock onto the base on a white ring. ellie could almost taste it on her tongue. taste you. maybe if you were a good girl for her she could clean you all up later. “she’s greedy huh? greediest fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever seen” you moaned, fucking yourself harder onto her, your thighs burning. you couldn’t stop. it felt so good…

“els” you whimpered softly, your weak arms wrapped around her neck, your nimble fingers sliding through her damp hair, tugging just enough to tear a grunt from her lips.

“come on baby speak up, what do you want? you want me to fuck you open for all of them to see?” her deep voice muttered against the skin of your neck, sucking a bruise that you’d proudly wear for everyone to see. her eyes latched onto your beautiful breasts, bouncing with every little jump you took on her cock.

“daddy—”

ellie couldn’t help but smirk, her auburn eyebrows curving.

“daddy, huh?” she chuckled, seeing your cheeks turn red. “that’s right baby, i’m your fucking daddy.” her hips thrusted upwards, making you let out the most wonderful moan she has ever heard as the tip of her cock reached your most sensitive spots. “what do y’all think? should daddy give it to her?” she asked to those who were watching her stream, smirking at the donations and money coming through saying that yes, she should totally fuck your brains out.

wordlessly, you’re nodding your head against hers, not even looking at the donations that endlessly flow, and your lips are pressing random kisses to her neck. The sounds of your small ‘yes yes yes’ chants echoing in her ears.

ellie chuckled. “y’all are too good to her. does she deserve it though? do you deserve it babygirl?” she asked, low, sultry. you could cum just by the sound of her voice.

“please daddy, i’ll be good. i’ll be a good girl.” you begged.

“course you will baby, look at you. fucked out and dumb on my cock already”

“want it. want all of it.” your pleading puppy eyes stared into her greenish ones, grinding yourself down with her cock deep inside of you, making your mind and vision dizzy. it felt so good. to feel her like this.

“yeah? you want it?” you nodded, your back arching as one of her hands came up to your chest to cup your right tit, thumb and index pinching your nipple. “then lay on your back for me, baby.” she slightly pushed you until you were falling on your back, whimpering when you felt her cock slide out of your aching and soaked pussy. you needed her back in. needed her deep. as deep as she could reach.

your eyes were wide but hooded, your body shivered as her fingers trailed down your stomach, across your hip bones and between your legs, where she aimed the phone closer, giving them a good view of your pussy. those hazel green eyes focused on the screen, mouth watering at the sight of her fingers so effortlessly peeling apart your folds, groaning out a soft “fuck” as she watches your hole clench around nothing, your slick dripping. “look at her, i told ya, so fuckin’ needy for more” she rasps out.

a scream rips your throat at the slap she gives to your cunt, making your back arch.

“she really needs it, huh?” next thing you felt? her cock gliding through your folds, teasing you, bumping against your clit. it was so fucking big and thick it always hurt to take it, but it hurt so good… you wanted her to break you over and over again after the first time she filled you up with it, begging her to go harder, to use you. and she had. so good.

you cried out. “that’s it baby. let them hear you.”

“please daddy, please…”

she clicked her tongue. “nuh-uh baby. don’t beg me. beg them.” she smirked, pointing the camera at your face. the chat went crazy at your fucked out expression and teary eyes.

you gulped, staring right into the camera. “please. fuck me please.” you whined, moaning when ellie’s hips thrusted against your cunt, the tip of her cock rubbing against your puffy throbbing clit.

“so fucking needy” she grits out, one hand gripping your hip, and the other still holding the phone somewhat still. “i might as well give it to her, don’t y’all think?” she smirked at the positive comments. and you let out a gasp when she slid in in a quick and harsh thrust, all the way to the base.

“fuck!” you screamed. “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out as she started to slowly fuck you on her cock, her hips moving so swiftly.

“thaaats it. taking it so good. nice and deep baby.” you were a moaning mess. you were so full.

“ ‘s too big! too big!” you whimpered, feeling your walls squeezing the silicone. ellie groaned. she believed she could feel you, sucking her right in.

“too big baby? is my cock too big for your little pussy?” she inquired. “look at you, whining about it yet you’re milking me dry. fuck” the back of the strap was rubbing against her clit. “look so good taking it, honey. such a good girl for daddy.” you moaned. one of her hands took a grip of your leg, pushing it against your chest, her cock now reaching deeper, kissing your cervix. your eyes rolled back. she was in so deep.

“fuck me, daddy. harder.” you begged, and she groaned.

“fucking slut. can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” a harsh thrust had you screaming. “you want it baby? want me to break this pretty little pussy open on my dick?” you nodded. “words.” she spat, and your lips parted.

“yes! yes please, daddy.”

scoffing under her breath, she mutters out something along the lines of ‘just a dirty girl’ or ‘too dumb to think’ you weren’t exactly sure anymore, not with how good her cock felt— how good she felt. “look at you, fuckin’ taking my cock so well, shit” She chokes out, the hand she has on your leg, gripping harder. “made to take my fuckin’ cock”

“can’t! els s’too much, please” you wail, fingernails bluntly digging into her arm, leaving crescent moons in your wake.

“stop being a cry baby and fucking take it.” she grunted, pistoning inside you. the chat was going crazy at the sight of your pussy sucking in her cock, the silicone drenched in your juices. you were screaming at this point. “so fucking loud.” she groaned, stuffing two of her fingers down your throat. “there. you just needed something to keep that pretty little mouth of yours busy with, hm? come on darling, open up.” you followed, open up further for her and relaxing your throat, gagging when she pushed them even deeper. “thaats it. gag on my fingers, doll.” there was spit dribbling down your chin as she abused your mouth and cunt. you felt so full. your eyes welled up with tears, they flickered between her hazel green ones and the camera that was capturing the lewd image of your cunt swallowing her whole. “fuck. wanna fuck a baby into you, doll. wanna fill you up. wanna leave you dripping for a week with my cum.”

your cunt clenched around her cock, humming in agreement around her fingers at her obscene words. ellie simply chuckles at the way you continue to gag on her fingers, unable to say anything other than making gargled sounds of agreement. “course you’d want that, to be round with my kids, huh? feel my cum filling your pussy, hm?”

the thought of it alone had you whimpering around her fingers, tears rolled uncontrollably down your already tear stained cheeks as you nodded your head as quick as lightening. “yeah, i’ll make you a mama— fuck. you’ll make the prettiest mama, all swollen with my kids. maybe i’ll fuck two into you, hm? would you like that baby? give me twins? make me a daddy?”

all you could really do was nod pathetically. “answer me.” she grunted, pulling her fingers out of your mouth, making you whimper. you missed them.

“yes, yes, please yes…”

“such a dirty little slut” you whined, your hips pushing against the harsh thrust that she gave you, seeking more.

“give it to me daddy. please give me your cum.” ellie moaned, fucking you harder. needier.

the wet squelches of your pussy taking her cock were filling the room along with your choked out moans. knowing that thousands of people were actually watching you right now as ellie fucked the conscience out of you had your cheeks glowing a beautiful crimson.

you could feel that well-known devastating warmth spreading on your stomach, feeling pressure on your spine. you started bucking your hips against hers, seeking for her to reach deeper. you looked desperate. like an animal in heat. maybe you were. so desperate to cum you were trembling. shaking under her hold. the pings of donations were deafening. “you hear that baby? hear how much they want you? but you’re mine, aren’t you? fucking mine.” you nodded. “say it.”

“i’m yours. yours daddy, yours.” you slurred, feeling cock drunk. so close to cumming. your cunt was pulsing. she could almost feel it.

“you gonna cum, baby? gonna milk my cock, hm?” you moaned. “yeah that’s right. tight fucking pussy. my pussy. my fucking pussy.”

“wanna make you a daddy” you hiccup. “i’ll make you a daddy” that only makes her fuck you faster, harder, cutting off your moans with every thrust. “ellie, gonna… gonna cum!” you somehow managed to babble in between sobs and whimpers.

“yeah, fucking right.” she moaned, feeling her own high approaching by the way the back of the strap rubbed her swollen and throbbing clit. quickly removing her hand and grip on your leg, she places the same hand lightly around your throat, enjoying the way your eyes widen. “gonna give it to daddy, baby?” she chuckled, fingers twitching against your neck.

you nodded, using your own hand to put more pressure on hers. “more…”

the noise she made was somewhere between a breathless chuckle or grunt, you weren’t really sure but she inhaled sharply through her nose. “you really are fuckin’ dirty aren’t you?” she growled, fingers tightening around your neck just enough to have your lips parting and back arching. the lack of air in your lungs only turned you on even more. “c’mon pretty, give it to daddy like the good girl you are” she didn’t have to ask twice. before you know it moans were spilling from your lips as your walls choked her cock, pulsing and creaming all over the silicone as she fucked you through it, camera focused on the way your cum dribbled out of your hole. “good girl. good fucking girl.” she grunted, feeling her high approaching by just the sight alone. “fuck. gonna cum baby. gonna cum inside this tight little pussy. gonna fuck a baby into you. fuck, fuck, fuck!” she moaned. you begged for it. tears swelling in your eyes.

“inside daddy please, cum inside!” you whimpered, feeling her thrust one, two, three more sloppy times before she was grunting and cumming all over her strap.

“fuuuuuuck.” she groaned, fucking herself through it, using you like a little fuck toy. you moaned when she finally stilled, breathing ragged and hazel eyes glasses over in lust.

the pings of donations wouldn’t stop coming. fuck. she was gonna spoil the shit out of you after this.

and maybe she could start now.

“take the phone.” she ordered, handing you the it. your shaky hands took it, your vision turning white for a moment as she pulled out of you. you whimpered. feeling empty. you hoped she would fuck you again. even stay inside and let you cockwarm her.

you watched through the screen, the camera was focused on her exposed chest, perky little breasts making your mouth water. you wanted to suck on them. then, she slowly got onto her stomach and in between your legs, hazel eyes staring up at you and into the camera. you bit down onto your lip, spreading your legs wider for her, to what she hummed. she looked at your pussy. at your swollen and glistening pussy, and groaned. “so fucking wet…” you moaned when the feeling of warm spit pooled in between your folds. she was slowly dribbling onto your cunt. her hand found your pussy to spread the wetness around and expose your twitching hole just to spit on it. you whined, your hips bucking against her face, what made her chuckle. “eager, aren’t we?” and then her tongue was on you, and you were moaning, the phone tilting upwards as your grip staggered. she sucked on your clit and let go with a pop, her free hand coming up to straighten the camera for you. “keep it still or i’ll stop.” she threatened, and your eyes rolled back. there it was. that sultry voice of her that made you drip.

the hand that wasn’t holding onto the phone threads through her auburn hair, tugging just enough that she hums into your pussy, willingly letting you push her head closer. your breath shaky as you continue to watch her eagerly slurp and suck at your folds through the little cracked screen. “sweetest pussy i’ve ever tasted”

you were looking at the chat, reading the messages that the people posted as ellie slowly yet hungrily ate you out. you were biting on your lip, rocking your hips against her face, making her grunt. she looked at the camera, licking you up from hole to clit, sucking on it and making you moan. you knew she was doing it for you, to rile you up.

“fuck, ellie.” you sighed as she suckled on your clit, slurping up your slick and kissing your folds. “your fingers. your fingers please.” you pleaded. and she moaned, one of her fingers quickly finding your entrance and prodding against it, teasing you. “daddy, please.. i’ve been so good”

“you guys think she has? think she’s been good enough for daddy?” the comments filled the screen, the donations ringing. ellie grinned against your folds. she knew what that meant. “well then…” and suddenly she was pushing her middle finger in, making you gasp.

“fuck!” you cried out, your hips bucking against her face to push her deeper. she continued lapping at your pussy, looking at your expressions. she loved to se you fall apart under her tongue.

“yeah?” she inquired. she knew she was good. “that good, huh?” she teased, curling her finger against your g spot.

your fingers tangled tighter in her hair, nails scratching at her scalp. “so good daddy, always” you knew this only riled her up more, made her needier for you. she was thrusting against the sheets, rutting her puffy clit and soaked pussy against the back of her strap for some friction as she pushed in a second finger. you sighed. “yes, fuck. yes just like that.” she hummed as you cried out, feeling your second orgasm of the night approaching at great speed. “gonna cum again, oh fuck, gonna cum again!” you whimpered, and she went faster, sucked harder on your clit.

“i know, can feel it. pussy’s squeezing around my fingers, fuck” she groans hoarsely. “let daddy have it yeah? c’mon, please” she’s begging. groaning when your legs tighten around her head, keeping her caged in.

it’s happening before you can even ask her to cum, like you normally would. your fingers gripping her hair so tightly that she’s hissing, the movements of her tongue and fingers still fucking into you at a hard pace.

she devours you. eats you up. slurps on your cum and satiates herself. you always taste like fucking heaven.

both your worlds disconnect for a moment. you forget about the stream, and almost about breathing as you ride out your orgasm, thighs shaking at the sides of ellie’s face. and when you both come to your senses, you’re spent. and now thousands of dollars richer.

and maybe and just maybe, once the stream is over, you two fuck for hours on end. this time for yourselves, until you’re both passing out on each other’s arms and with cum in between your thighs.

“love you, els”

“i love you, baby”

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a/n; hi babies, i’ve missed you so much! have a couple of works on drafts for you so you’ll be hearing from me soon :))

also ty so so so so much for the 9k followers i’m so happy i don’t deserve y’all😭❤️

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[daemour]

Pairing: roommate! San x f! yn

Word Count: 10,664

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, f2l au, college au, M for mature audiences

Summary: As the resident fuckboy San's best friend, you're legally obligated to be his hype man. It's only fitting as you're one of the few who can resist his boyish charms. But when he's set his sights on someone you cannot stand, perhaps you need to dig a bit deeper into your feelings after all.

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), voyeurism, sexual fantasies, oral (f), missionary, protected sex, very slight breast play, overstimulation, cowgirl, some cumplay, dirty dirty talk, fingering, slight body worship ig?, praise, I literally have no idea I wrote it at a time when I should've been in bed so lmk if I missed anything

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this is for the jackson wang party fic collab finished with @mingsolo (hella good) @flurrys-creativity (Pygalgia, Effervescent, and Abience) and @sanjoongie (trouble) <3 I still have one more to go but we'll ignore that LMAOOOOO I added too much plot :') flurry was a dear and helped me sort out my thoughts and I managed to write 8k of it in one day lol.

hope u all enjoy and sorry I'm a professional yapper there's no shutting me up

“Going out again?” you ask your best friend and flatmate, San, as he walks past where you’re seated at the kitchen counter, suffering through your essays.

“Yep,” San answers easily, popping the ‘p’ and leaning over to take a peek at your laptop screen. “You misspelt ‘dextrorotatory’, you wrote it as ‘dexrotatory’.”

As your eyes find the typo, you groan and plant your head on the table. “I give up,” you declare dramatically, “I’ll drop out and become a taxi driver.”

San laughs. “First of all, you can’t drive that well. Second of all, you’d make more money as a stripper.” He dodges your smack with ease. “Third, you’re smart and you’ll ace these like always. You’re just a little mentally constipated. Why don’t you join me tonight?”

You think about it for a minute. While you probably do need a break from staring at your laptop, you know how wild the parties San goes to can get from personal experience. And you don’t think it’s a good idea when it's the end of your semester and the final year of your master's program. You just can’t afford to do that. “I’ll pass this time,” you sigh. “Maybe after exam season.”

San hums. “All right. Make sure to take a break, though,” he reminds you, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “See you later.”

He soon disappears out of the door and you turn your focus away from your best friend to your homework. You feel bad for whoever his new conquest will be at the party.

In your opinion, it’s best to keep San at arm’s length when it comes to a romantic relationship. Not that you like him, but you also don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost, and you most certainly do not want to ruin your eight-year-long friendship. It’s not hard to see that San isn’t interested in a long relationship, not right now at least.

You honestly find it amusing that so many girls and guys still throw themselves at him and then get upset when he doesn’t give them a second glance after the initial night. His reputation precedes him, especially in your small town, and yet there will always be a line out the door for him. You don’t even know how he knows so many people.

With a sigh, you clear out your thoughts and refocus on your organic chemistry work. You’re lucky your job offered to pay for your master's classes, but the workload is killing you inside. You’re incredibly happy you’re almost done, and with newfound motivation, you hunker down and start writing out your notes again.

It’s almost two in the morning when you finally yawn and start putting your books away, and it’s almost three when you hear the front door open and the sound of San stumbling into the shoe rack as he always does. “You’re home already, Sanah?”

“YN!” San stumbles his way into the bathroom where you’re combing your hair, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his flushed face into your neck. “You’re still up?”

You laugh, tapping him on the head with your brush. “Yes, but I’m about to go to bed. And you should too, you know.”

San groans, his hold on your waist tightening and his words slurring together. “I don’t wanna,” he whines, “the bed's too cold.”

You sigh fondly. This happens almost every time he drinks, and usually, that’s why he doesn’t drink too much when he’s by himself. He gets too cuddly with people and you’re usually the one to keep him from bedding everyone he sees.  You suppose he somehow didn’t end up with anyone in bed and he’s disappointed now. “Do you think you’ll ever ask to sleep with me nicely, or will you just settle for wrestle-cuddling me into my own bed?” you ask, rolling your eyes as San does not answer, just pulling you towards your room. “There’s my answer.”

You’re too used to his drunk antics and just let him move you around. It’s comforting in a way, that he’s comfortable enough around you to do this with you, and it makes your heart warm whenever he throws his arm around you and presses his face in your neck.

You’d never admit it, but it’s nights like this when you sleep the best. With his warm breath tickling your neck, you let your body relax and your eyes flutter shut.

-

“God, I’ve got a raging headache,” San groans when he sees you enter the kitchen with a mess of bed hair. “I went so crazy with the soju last night, I think I’m going to die.”

You laugh, reaching for the pot to make some oatmeal for him. “Don’t be so dramatic. Why did you even drink so much anyway? No bitches?”

San snorts but immediately whines from the sharp pain that probably shot through his skull. “You’re so mean to me! No, I got no bitches, but that was from my own choice anyway. I don’t want to fuck around anymore.”

Both your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “No? What changed things, hm? Finally decided your one true love is Byeol?” As if on cue, your shared cat meows and curls around your ankles, and you bend down to scratch behind her ears.

“Never had to decide that, we all know she’s the real number one in my life. No, I think I’m interested in someone.” You stop your petting of Byeol, who meows in protest and runs off to pout somewhere. “Come on, don’t act like you just saw a ghost.”

“Who?” is the only question that comes out of your mouth. Of course, San has had a crush before, but he’s never stopped screwing around unless he was actively dating that person. He’s a fuckboy, but he’s not a piece of shit at least. This is new.

“Lee Yeseul. I met her yesterday at the party, and she’s so sweet. She was so out of place at the party, and not in a mean way. She just…has such an aura around her.” San’s voice is soft even just talking about her and you get the feeling he’s being serious. “We’re meeting up for coffee today.”

“That’s…amazing, Sanah. I really hope it goes well for you,” you smile at him, pushing a bowl of oatmeal over to him. “Don’t forget to let me make a speech at your wedding.”

San chuckles, rolling his eyes at your jokes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t you have study group today? Go there and stop bothering me.”

You ruffle his messy hair before planting a kiss on it and pinching his cheek. He blindly reaches around to smack at you but you dodge him easily, laughing as you head out to grab your keys. “See you later, Sanah. Have a good da-ate.”

San grumbles at you but ultimately returns to his food. You think you can hear him muttering about you being a pain in the ass and you smile to yourself. You don’t have the heart to tell him you know Lee Yeseul…and she’s a major bitch. You sincerely hope she’s sweet to San at least—he deserves the best. But you find her absolutely draining, especially with how often she talks about herself and doesn’t pay attention to anyone else ever. If she cries in your class one more time you think you might smack her yourself.

You still remember the time you had gotten a call that your grandfather had died, and after overhearing your conversation, instead of comforting you, she started talking about how “so many of my family members died in the past ten years.” Sure, maybe she was trying, but you’ve known about her antics enough that it was clear she just wanted to make it about her.

But if San likes her, who are you to interfere? He has a pretty good eye for who has a good personality so maybe Yeseul has changed. You’re not one to stop him. Not that you ever could. When he first started going out to party, you would tag along to make sure he wouldn’t make any bad decisions, but your efforts seldom paid off. You’re pretty sure he must be blessed since he somehow hadn’t pissed off anyone majorly enough to have them call a hit on him.

Shaking your head, you rid yourself of these thoughts and go to the library. There’s no use dwelling on it, the more you think about it, the worse your feeling about his crush on Yeseul gets. He’s a grown man, he doesn’t need you to parent him.

“Woah, who pissed in your cereal?” You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to hide your bad mood from your study buddy, Hongjoong. Although you only see him for studying, you’re confident enough to call him your closest friend other than San. “Are you okay?”

You sigh, dropping your books on the table. It earns you a harsh ‘shh’ from the librarian which you apologise half-heartedly for. “Do you remember Yeseul? Lee Yeseul?”

Hongjoong’s brows raise high into his hairline. “The professional bitcher? What did she do now?”

“San’s into her, and with her personality, she’s probably loving the attention from the professional heartbreaker.” You groan, glaring at the cover of your organic chemistry textbook. “It’s none of my business if he cares for her, but damn, I wish he could’ve picked anyone else.”

Hongjoong hums, leaning forward and poking at the top of your head. “Look, you’ve been his friend for years. I think you have a bit more of a reason to poke your nose into his business than most. Give it a few weeks, and if it truly bothers you, then you can bring it up to San.”

You sigh. “Maybe.” You say nothing else on the topic and Hongjoong knows not to broach it anymore. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so smart.

-

“YN, I didn’t know you knew Yeseul!” is the first thing San says to you one week after he returns from one of his many dates with her. “When I mentioned you being my roommate she told me you were in the same class as her.”

You wince to yourself as you take a long swig of your coffee. “Mmh, I didn’t think it was that relevant,” you say. You can practically hear Hongjoong rolling his eyes at your excuse. You know you should tell him your qualms about Yeseul, especially since the gross feeling in your gut has only gotten stronger. But you’re not sure you want to tread those waters. San’s sweet, but he’s loyal to a fault and probably wouldn’t like you talking badly about Yeseul.

San narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious but not willing to pry. “Well, maybe if we ever find you a date, we can go on a double date.” He moves on pretty quickly, though, walking over to lean over your shoulder and look at your laptop. “Still going on that paper?”

You hum, cracking your knuckles. “Yeah, it’s due tomorrow so I need to pump it out today and then get Hongjoong to look it over.” You lean back, letting your head rest on San’s torso as you yawn. “I can’t wait for this to be over so that I can graduate already.”

San laughs, leaning down to rest his chin on your head. “You’re smart. You can do this. And when you’re done, I’ll take you to a party and we can celebrate.”

You groan, shifting forward and putting your hands back on the keyboard. “Well, in that case, I should get back to writing this.” As you start typing again, you hear the buzzer ring and the warmth of San’s body leaves you as he goes to check who it is.

“Oh, hey, Yeseul! Come on up!” Your eyebrows raise into your hairline and your head snaps up. Why would Yeseul go to all this trouble of coming here? Didn’t they just see each other?

You close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths before facing the dragon herself. You can hear the tell-tale sound of her voice pitched up to sound more sweet, although it’s grown to be grating on your ears. “Hi, Sannie,” she purrs and you have to refrain from retching. “I was on my way home but I realised it went right by your apartment so I figured I could come say hi. It doesn’t look like you’re too busy, right?”

“No, not at all,” San replies, and you hate how sweetly he talks to her. “YN is in too, she’s writing her final paper. Wanna say hi? She could probably use the distraction.”

No, I don’t need the distraction, is what you want to scream out, but your mother did not raise you like that although you wish she did. Instead, you just smile politely at the girl entering your kitchen. “Hello, Yeseul. Good to see you again.”

“Hey, YNie!” Her cheery nickname for you has your eye twitching. “How’s the paper going? I finished mine a few weeks ago so I’m home free. Just need to submit it.”

“That’s great, Yeseul,” you say, tone slightly more monotonous than you wanted it to be and San shoots you a look. “Hopefully you get a good grade on it.”

“Hey, would you want to join us for dinner?” San cuts in and you can already feel a headache starting to pulse behind your eyes. “I was going to order pizza since it’s my turn today and I’m not nearly as good of a cook as YN.”

“Oh, that would be lovely! I don’t mind whatever toppings,” Yeseul claps happily. The urge to punch her in the face increases bit by bit for you. San nods happily, stepping out into the living room to place the call. After a moment, Yeseul turns to you with puppy eyes and you brace yourself for whatever she has up her sleeve. “Could I trouble you for a glass of water, YNie?”

You try your best to keep your composure as you get up to fetch her a glass of water. She takes it without even a thank you and you decide you’d much rather die than deal with her any longer so you close your laptop with a sigh. “I’m actually meeting with a friend for dinner, but you definitely should stay and have fun,” you say, smiling as plausibly as you can. You do not have dinner plans but you’re sure you can figure it out.

When you go into your room, you’re drawing blanks. You’re still going out, but you’ll probably just end up calling a friend to complain. As you leave the room and grab your keys, San meets eyes with you and frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Ah, I promised to have dinner with a friend so I’m heading out. Enjoy your time with Yeseul, though.”

The furrow between San’s brows deepens. “But I already ordered the pizza.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I can bring the leftovers tomorrow for lunch. Sorry, I just forgot to tell you, but I really have to go now. Bye!” Before he can say goodbye as well, you slip out the door. The suffocating feeling that is encompassing you lifts and you sigh in relief, but then you somehow feel worse at the idea of San and Yeseul having fun and giggling and cuddling.

You shake your head again, trying to clear your muddled thoughts before setting down to go find your dinner. Fast food was the easiest option, and you figured you could at least sit in your car and wallow in self-pity.

-

After you receive your order you park and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. You don’t want to call your family because as much as you love them, they can be a bit over-protective and probably will offer to help you find a different apartment and that would be a bit dramatic. In the end, Hongjoong is probably the next best option.

He doesn't pick up immediately, and you’re just about to hang up when the phone crackles and Hongjoong’s voice comes through. “Why are you calling me?”

You can’t help but bark out a laugh at his disgruntled tone. “Hongjoong, it’s a perfectly reasonable hour to call, don’t blame me for your shit sleeping schedule. Are you actually free though?”

Hongjoong sighs and if you focus you can hear the sound of him rolling over in bed. “What’s up?”

“It’s about Yeseul again. She came around today, and it was just…so suffocating. Like, why did San have to pick her? There’s so many girls, and out of them all he picks her? The most bitchy one I know?”

Hongjoong hums. “Why does it annoy you so much?”

You groan, leaning your head back and taking a long sip of your drink. “She’s self-centred, bitchy, and she’s just so fake. I don’t think this relationship will end well, Joong. Clearly he’s just blinded and she’s so manipulative.”

“But why are you so bothered by this specifically? I mean, sure we’ve had bad interactions with Yeseul, but you’re pretty nonchalant about the shit San gets up to and you like to let him deal with the consequences himself.”

You frown glaring at the phone although you know he can’t see it and you pop a fry into your mouth. “I don’t know. It just feels different. I feel like I should interfere this time. I mean, he’s a lot more serious this go around.”

Hongjoong hums, rolling once again as he yawns. “YN, be totally honest with me. This is a shot in the dark, but I think this is pretty important.” You hold your breath in anticipation. “Do you like San?”

“Oh sure, he’s a good friend–”

“You and I both know that’s not what I meant.” You bite your lip, stiffening in your chair. “YN, you need to be honest with yourself. The way you talk about San, you interact with him, it’s not how just roommates, just friends interact. You kiss each other's heads, YN. And it can be platonic, but I’ve rarely seen San do that to his female friends, and I’ve never seen you do that, period. You don’t even kiss me.” His voice turns teasing on the last bit but you’re too shocked to register.

Do you like San? You love him like a friend, of course. But when you think about him being with anyone else, even if it wasn’t Yeseul, something in you aches. When you think about San’s smile being directed to anyone else, you can feel a burning in your gut. The answer is clear, whether you like it or not.

“I…yes. I do.” The confession comes out quietly. “But I don’t want to do anything about it. Like you said, it’s up to San whether he likes Yeseul enough. I can’t interfere.”

You can practically hear the look Hongjoong would be levelling at you. “Why not?”

You shrug. “When San likes someone, nothing can stop him from liking someone unless he wants to. I’ll just let it run its course and hopefully my own feelings will vanish in the process.”

“That doesn’t sound very healthy, YN.”

You let out a despondent laugh. “Sure, probably not. But who knows? Maybe I can find someone else in the process.” You let out a sigh before glancing at your now-cold sandwich. “I gotta head out, but thanks for talking, Joong. I’ll see you in class.”

Hongjoong can barely say goodbye before you hang up the phone and lean back. This is going to be difficult. The more you see Yeseul, the more you know you’ll accidentally slip up and something will tip her and San off. Your headache is pulsing behind your eyes and you take a small bite of your sandwich, your appetite diminishing. You miss being a child and your biggest worry is that San sneezed on your lollipop.

With another groan, you wrap up the sandwich and just go for a late-night drive instead to clear your head. It’s something that has never failed to calm you down and keep your mind level. San always berates you for driving alone at night, but you’d like to say you’re pretty safe. Plus, even he has agreed that it’s pretty calming when—you frown, forcing thoughts of San to leave your brain.

You don’t really know how long you’ve been out, but it’s surely long enough that Yeseul has left. As you carefully open the door, there’s a long silence, and you sigh, happy you made it home free. But as you’re about to call out for San, you hear a high-pitched moan come from his bedroom. And it certainly is not San.

You almost turn tail and head right back out of the apartment when you hear San’s reverberating moans fill the house. Against your better judgment, you take off your shoes and step closer towards his bedroom. His bedroom door is cracked open and curse him for putting his mirror right in view where you can see him leaning back on his bed, his lower half hidden off the edge of it and you can only see Yeseul’s knees.

And in your head, you know it’s wrong. But your heart is beating out of your chest and you can feel heat building in your core. And, well, you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. You keep yourself pressed against the wall, staring at the way the muscles in San’s neck strain and the way he moans with every snap of his hips. You’re sure your panties are soaked through by now, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. The taste of copper enters your mouth but you couldn’t care less.

It’s only when San sits up, probably to fuck into Yeseul better and he disappears from the mirror that you rip yourself away and escape into your own room. Not another thought enters your brain as you strip your leggings and underwear off, flopping on your bed and closing your eyes as you let your hand trail down to press against your slick pussy. It doesn’t take long for you to sink your fingers into your sopping cunt, turning your head to bury your face into your pillow.

The guilt in the back of your mind is quickly sent away as you imagine San’s hands fucking you instead. He’s always had well-worn hands, and your brain fogs up as you imagine him leaning forward to mouth at your neck as he fucks you.

Your brain flips back and forth between the idea of him eating you out so well and fucking so many loads into you with his thick cock that your stomach swells and you whimper into your pillow as your core tightens and you come onto your fingers. You feel tears prick your eyes as you get up to wipe your hands of the cream coating your fingers and toss the tissue in the trash. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to face San or Yeseul again after that.

You can feel the shame burning inside of you and you close your eyes and cry yourself to sleep silently.

-

Waking up is disorienting, your eyes red-rimmed and your bottom lip raw and blood dried on it. You feel like death and you’re pretty sure you can’t attend class like this. You lean over and grab your phone, yawning as you send your professor a text with a weak excuse. You don’t really care how plausible it is, Professor Jeong usually is quite understanding so you don’t worry about that for too long. San had texted you an hour ago, asking if you had come home, and you choose not to answer it.

You can hear mumbling in the other room, probably Yeseul and San sharing goodbyes, when you hear the door shut behind her. Unlike you, she’s probably happy to go to class and tell all her friends about her night with the campus fuckboy.

It takes another thirty minutes for you to finally roll out of bed and put some lotion on your face, hoping for the traces of the questionable night you had to erase from your face. Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you venture out into your living room where San is standing by the door. “When did you get back?” he asks without even turning around. “I texted you like, an hour ago.”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes as you move into the kitchen to find breakfast. “I only just woke up, San.”

Your roommate gives a short huff, following close behind you. “Don’t you have class? Yeseul just left so you could walk with her.”

You try not to roll your eyes at the idea of that. “I’m not feeling well so I don’t think I’ll go.” “You’re not feeling well?” San’s voice deepens in concern and as you grab a yoghurt, he places his hand atop your forehead. “You are feeling pretty warm.”

At his touch, too many memories of last night flood through your brain and you shake away his hand. “Yeah. I’ll just go lie down for a little. Have a good day.”

Before he can say anything else, or realise your suspicious behaviour, you dodge past him and head off back into your room to hide. “I left your pizza in the fridge,” he calls after you and you just grunt in thanks before barricading yourself in your room.

You lean against the door for a minute before you realise you didn’t even grab a spoon. Unwilling to go back out there, you’ve resigned yourself to licking it out of the container like a cat when you hear a gentle knock at the door.

“I got you a spoon,” San’s unsure voice filters through the wooden door, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Thanks, San,” you murmur, turning to open the door a crack and take the proffered utensil. “Sorry for being short with you.”

His lips quirk into a half-smile, a silent acceptance of your apology. “I get it. Just get some rest, YN.”

You close the door again, this time a warm heart in your chest mixing with the guilt you still feel in your gut. You’re not sure how on earth you’re going to get over your feelings for San.

-

Avoiding San goes well for the most part. You are in your finals week anyway, and you’re spending most of your time at the library or in class. Your college’s library stays open for 24 hours during the last week of school anyways so some nights you’ve just been staying there until morning. Hongjoong disapproves heavily but doesn’t say much about it and you appreciate his support either way.

Avoiding Yeseul proves much harder. She seems to always find her way to wherever you happen to be, interrupting you and Hongjoong’s study sessions with a perfect smile and narrowed eyes. You don’t know what she wants from you, and you aren’t pleased with her presence.

But one evening, you’re about to leave the library to have some dinner when she corners you. “YN, let’s talk,” she says in that sickeningly saccharine voice of hers, looping her arm into yours and pulling you down the street. “I have some things to ask you.”

Unwilling, you try to tug your arm out of her grasp, but the girl is stronger than you expected. She pulls you all the way to her dorm on campus, sitting you down on her leather couch. “What is your relationship with Choi San?”

Her question comes so suddenly you need a minute to register. To her credit, Yeseul waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts. “He’s my friend and roommate?” you say as truthfully as you can muster, although you know it’s an absolute lie, and judging from her expression, Yeseul doesn’t believe you either.

“Don’t take me as a fool, YN. The way he talks about you is undeniable.”

“That seems like something you should be talking to him about,” you say, attempting to get up from the couch but Yeseul just pushes you back down.

“I’ve tried. He just tells me there’s nothing to worry about and I don’t believe that,” Yeseul grits through her teeth.

And you have to give it to her. She did try to come to San about her worries. But the way she refuses to trust him grates on your nerves. He stopped his fuckboy activities to be with her, and yet she’s worried about you, one of the few girls who isn’t all over him at any moment. You arch a brow. “Do you not trust him?”

Yseul scoffs. “Of course not. He’s a fuckboy. But I like the status I get with him. I just don’t want to end up embarrassed.”

Well, that will be inevitable, you can’t help but think to yourself. No matter how much your relationship with San is strained, you’re not about to let Yeseul talk shit about him like he isn’t genuinely trying for her.

“That’s where you come into play,” Yeseul’s smirk turns sharp. “I’m going to call San. Ask him to choose between us. If he chooses you, then I want you to stay far, far away from him.”

You shrug. No matter the outcome, it’s not like you’re not already keeping your distance from San. In the end, you’ll just tell him to break up with her and let him deal with the chaos himself. “Go ahead,” bitch.

San picks up on the first ring. “Yeseul?” He’s cheery and your heart aches at the thought of Yeseul breaking his so easily. “What’s the occasion?”

“Hey, babe, I just have a quick question, and I need you to answer truthfully for me, okay?” At his pause, she takes that as a go-ahead. “Who would you pick? Me or YN.”

There’s a long silence on the phone. “Yeseul, we need to break up.”

Only one thing unites you and Yeseul in this moment, and it’s your shared confusion for San’s reaction. “What do you mean?” her voice turns panicked. “Isn’t that a little far?”

“You’ve been stuck on this, and I don’t know how much I have to reassure you, Yeseul. I haven’t even seen YN for the past two weeks. And she’s my closest friend. I’m not dropping her for a two-week relationship. I hope you have a good time, Yeseul.”

Before you can react at all, Yeseul screeches and points an accusing finger at you. “This is all your fault, YN!”

Your jaw drops at her absolute audacity. “My fault? What are you on? I was just trying to live peacefully when you dragged me into this plot ignoring my advice. I told you to talk to him, to just fucking trust him. God, you’re an idiot. And I’m going home.”

Without another word, you leave, still fuming over that interaction. Couldn’t she just have made the call without you? You’re happy you don’t have to do all the convincing for San to leave her, but that just complicates things for you. Would he really so easily drop Yeseul just for you? From what you’ve heard, he was practically head over heels for her.

With another sigh, you head back to the library. You need to finish that exam.

-

“Pens down, and turn in your exams,” you hear the professor call, and you don’t think you’ve ever gotten up so fast. You’re so, so fucking happy that you’ve finished your last year and now you’re free.

As soon as your professor accepts your paper you race out of the lecture hall, only stopped by the cafeteria when you hear someone call your name. Lee Juyeon, someone you’ve started growing closer to, waves you down. “Hey, YN, congrats on finishing!” he smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back, the giddiness contagious.

“Thanks! You too,” you say, pulling him into a hug. “It’s so nice to be done.” Practically nothing could dampen your mood, especially seeing Juyeon. He’s sweet, and you have an inkling he likes you. And you’re not opposed to it.

“It really is,” Juyeon agreed cheerfully. “Look, I have to go celebrate with my family, I just wanted to say hi. But hey…there’s this end of the year party on Saturday, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

And your suspicions were right. You think about it for a moment. You’re not the biggest party person, anyone knows that, but Juyeon is sweet and just what you need, so you accept eagerly. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to exchange numbers and for him to promise to send you more details before he runs off. And through your excitement, you know you still have to go meet with San who’s probably waiting for you just outside. He wanted to see you as soon as you finish your exams, and you didn’t have the heart to decline.

“Congratulations on finishing your last exam, YN!” San cheers as soon as you exit the college building. “I’m so proud of you!”

You’re too tired to complain when San sweeps you up into a hug, just letting yourself relax in his firm arms. After all this work, you think you’ll let yourself indulge in his affection. “Thanks, Sanah. I appreciate it.” You let your chin rest on his broad shoulder, closing your eyes and letting the exhaustion take over you. “Can I go to bed now?”

You hear him chuckle, the vibrations from his chest comforting you. “Yeah, yeah. We can celebrate later. Come on.”

He tugs you all the way to your apartment, dropping you on the couch and quickly curling right up next to you. You can’t bring yourself to care. “I’m proud of you,” he repeats into your hair as he tucks your head into his neck. Your eyes flutter shut.

When you reopen them, it’s bordering on evening. San is no longer wrapped around you, and you can hear him moving about in the kitchen. “San,” you call out, voice raspy from having just woken up. “What are you doing?”

“Ah, I’m making dinner,” he responds, his voice too warm for your liking, your heart beating just a little faster. “Come and eat.”

With a bit of difficulty, you rise from the couch and move to the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter. “Japchae? When did you learn how to cook this?”

San chuckles. “Wooyoung taught me the other day because he was bored. I figured it’d be a nice surprise for you after all your hard work.”

Your lips twitch, unsure if you should smile or pout. “That’s sweet. Thank you again, San.”

As you start eating the noodles (there’s a little too much sesame but you don’t have the heart to tell San that), San clears his throat. “So…I promised to take you to a party.”

You vaguely remember this conversation. “Ah, yeah. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s this end of the year party, it’s supposed to be the biggest one, hosted by Jackson Wang.”

“Ah–” you shake your head, eyes apologetic. “I promised someone else I’d go with them. I didn’t know that was the party you wanted to take me to. Maybe we can do something else on a different day?”

San’s lips turn downward the slightest bit. “That’s okay. There are other parties. Who invited you, by the way?” His tone is casual, and yet you still feel like you’re walking into the lion’s den.

“Ah, Lee Juyeon from college. I think he’s in Hongjoong’s philosophy department, but he’s a year behind. He’s cute so I figured I’d give it a try.”

“It’s a date?” Your brows furrow at the heaviness in San’s voice but you pay it no mind and nod. “I see. Well, have fun.”

The rest of the dinner is filled with silence, San picking at his food and you in no mood to try and dissect his mood. He takes your empty bowl and starts doing the dishes, and you mumble out a thank you before running back to your room. He’s clearly not willing to talk more and it’s best to give him space.

As you lay in bed, you can’t help but worry about what is so grating on his mind after you mentioned your date. You can’t think of anything that would cause him to be angry—as far as you’re aware he has no grudges against Lee Juyeon, much less met him. Shaking your head, you try and fall asleep. It’s best not to dwell on it, you can just ask him tomorrow.

-

It’s Saturday, and you’re in a foul mood. San hasn’t spoken to you in the four days leading up to the party, avoiding you like there’s no tomorrow. The only saving grace comes in the form of Juyeon’s excited texts, telling you all about his outfit for the party, and you respond with matching enthusiasm. When you meet with Juyeon in front of the large house where the party is held, the thought of San isn’t even on your mind. Instead, you just take Juyeon’s offered hand and follow him into the party.

You weave through the bodies, reaching the counter where shots are being passed around. “Want vodka or tequila?” Juyeon asks, his voice pitching higher to be heard over the bass. Without answering him, you just reach for the bottle of tequila, pouring the two of you shots. “Good choice,” Juyeon laughs, throwing his head back as he downs the alcohol, you following suit shortly.

“You know, I never pegged you for a college party fan,” you lean in, laughing. “Maybe I should hang out with you more.”

Juyeon chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Maybe you should. I know great party-throwers. Although I’ve heard you’ve been to your fair share, what being San’s friend and all.”

You shake your head, a smile on your face. “Maybe at first, but you know, organic chemistry isn’t an easy major to balance with a party life.”

Juyeon laughs loudly, bumping you with his hip. “I understand the pain. Philosophy falls into that category of majors too. Another shot?”

You take the second shot happily, letting the alcohol burn through your veins as you stumble alongside Juyeon’s wandering through the crowd. Whatever you’re doing is a blur, all you can focus on is Juyeon’s smile and his warm hand holding yours.

It feels like barely a moment has passed when Juyeon pulls you into a nearly empty room of couches, only a few other couples lingering in the corners. “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself,” Juyeon starts, his eyes sparkling as he takes in your appearance. “It’s been fun hanging out.”

“I did too,” you agree with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes.

He leans in, and you lean in, and your lips brush. It’s a sweet kiss, one that you lean into as Juyeon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s warm and you smile into it. And then a familiar face pops into your head. You wonder to yourself how San would kiss you, if he would do it as sweetly as Juyeon or if he would devour your lips like it was his last meal.

When Juyeon pulls away for air, you feel guilt burning in your stomach again. Why would you think of other men when Juyeon’s right here in front of you? As Juyeon leans in to kiss you again, you almost move back before a hand grips your shoulder and pulls you into a broad chest.

“Hey, man, I’m going to have to talk to YN if you don’t mind.” You’d recognise your best friend’s voice anywhere, and it only serves to fill you with annoyance. Sure, you weren’t as into Juyeon’s kisses as you expected, but it doesn’t mean you’re thrilled to be interrupted by the man who’s been ignoring you.

Juyeon takes one look at San, and something changes in his eyes. A mix of reluctance and acceptance, and with a short nod and smile towards you, he slips away from you. You turn to San, frowning at the sharpness in his narrowed eyes, not one you’re used to seeing or enjoy seeing. “Why would you kiss him?” he spits, and your annoyance grows with confusion being added to the mix.

“What do you mean, ‘why kiss him’? I told you, San, I was on a date. Why the fuck did you interrupt us?”

“I like you.” Those three words would be a dream for you to hear from his mouth…if you weren’t so pissed.

“No, fuck that. I do not need to hear that from you right now. Not when I was enjoying my night with Juyeon. What was confessing supposed to do for you, San? It’s too late now. I wanted to enjoy this party, and now I have to go apologise to Juyeon for you.” San opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head, pushing him away from you.

You leave San standing by himself as you search for Juyeon, your mood immediately souring. Why would he fucking do this to you? You can feel tears burning your eyelids and you abandon your search for Juyeon, searching instead for some liquor to take away your embarrassment.

As you pour yourself another shot of tequila, you notice a familiar face, Hongjoong talking to a girl you recognise as someone he hangs out with sometimes. They look like they’re getting it on and you feel a little bad, but you need his advice. “Hey, Kim Hongjoong!” you call out to him, waving him over. Hongjoong’s eyes brighten and he makes his way over, leaving the girl staring after him longingly, but her attention is soon taken away by two other guys. You recognise one of them from the cafeteria but you don’t remember his name.

“Hey, YN, what’s up? I didn’t expect to see you here, did San take you?” Your face falls and Hongjoong realises he stepped into dangerous territory. “Okay, what happened?”

-

“I can’t believe San is mad at me for kissing someone at the party,” you groan after explaining to Hongjoong the events leading up to now. “Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best move on my part but he’s had like, twenty million one-night stands, and yet I can’t kiss someone else? He hasn’t even talked to me after I mentioned going on a date. And yet he looked positively murderous after he saw me kissing that other guy.”

Hongjoong tilts his head, confused. “Isn’t that what you wanted, though? You like him.”

“I did! I do! But I’m so sick of waiting around for him, and I could’ve had a chance at liking someone else. He’s all over the place, and I don’t know if that’s what I want in a man.” You’re lying to both Hongjoong and yourself, and Hongjoong knows it, raising an eyebrow.

“Honestly, YN, it just sounds like you need to talk to him.” Hongjoong crosses his arms, tapping his foot and eager to back to the girl was with, but also not wanting to ditch you in your time of need. You feel a little bad for pulling him away, but your mind is swirling with so many thoughts, you don’t know if you can sort them out by yourself and drinking to erase those thoughts is not something you like to do. You’re not San.

And speak of the devil, you smell his familiar cologne before his hand lands on your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. You whirl around out of his grip and glare at him. “Get off me,” you snap. “I’m in the middle of a conversation right now, Choi San.”

With one glance at Hongjoong, he raises his hands and winks at you. “Have that talk, YN. It’ll do you more good than harm.”

Oh, you’re going to kill that traitor after the party. You turn your attention back to San, your mouth twisted into a frown. “You make this quick or else.”

San has the decency to look a little ashamed as his eyes shake. “Can we talk on the patio? It’s too loud in here.”

With a dramatic sigh, you grab his wrist and pull him through the crowd to the back door, practically slamming it behind you. You can see the eyes of people interested in the drama through the windows but you pay it no mind. “Speak. You get five minutes before I go back in and you don’t talk to me again for the rest of the night.”

San’s face falls and his lips pull into a pout. But no matter how subconsciously adorable he is, you refuse to fall for his charms this time. The heat of anger is still curling in your gut when you think about the argument from earlier. “YN, come on, I had a good reason.”

You shake your head, ignoring the strands of hair that fall into your eyes. “No, San. Confessing to me is not a good reason to fuck up my night. You didn’t even apologise. You’ve been ignoring me for days after I mentioned my date, and the moment I kiss Juyeon you get all angry and jealous? Be for real.” You pause for breath, glaring daggers into his eyes. “You are not owed my time, especially after that shit you pulled. Yeseul’s jealousy is why you broke up with her, so why are you like this to me?”

San’s gaze intensifies and you can see him actively trying to reign in his temper. Although he does his best to remain calm, if tempers are rising, he can be intense. “YN, what was I supposed to do? Watch you go out with him? Watch you slip from my fingers just like that?”

“Yes!” you all but scream at him. “If I could sit by and let Yeseul take each little bit of your heart, you could’ve done the same! I was going to be happy, San! I wouldn’t have to sit behind and watch you from the sidelines with my heart slowly cracking. But I don’t get that same courtesy.”

You step forward, poking his chest with a finger as you let loose your storm of thoughts. In your anger, you don’t even notice San’s arm moving until it wraps around your waist and pulls you into him. The action shocks you enough that you stop mid-sentence, your finger still pressing into San’s flesh. “You love me?” San leans in, his nose brushing against yours.

You can feel heat flare up in your face as you stare wide-eyed at him. It takes you a moment to register your compromising position and you stumble back, pushing at his chest. “Don’t do that,” you hiss, turning your eyes away. “I don’t like you, San. Not anymore.”

“You’re lying.” San’s voice is firm. “Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t like me anymore.”

You don’t know where you got it from. You’ve never been good at lying, not to San. Maybe it was the alcohol burning through your system, mixing with the shame and anger you feel. But this time, you stare him directly in the eye and say the four words that might’ve been the biggest lie in your life. “I don’t like you.” San’s brows furrow and he shakes his head.

“No–”

“Yes, San. You cannot just waltz around and expect me to keep the patience I had for you. I’m sick of being pulled around like a puppet. Maybe at first you didn’t know. But refusing to give me space when I asked for it?” You shake your head, glancing back at the party. “I’m going back in. We can talk about the apartment lease later.”

Without glancing back, you re-enter the house. And maybe it hurts a little that he doesn’t go after you, but at this point, you’re too numb and all you want to do is go home and cry. But home is not an option, not when it would probably be the first place he would look for you. Fighting back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you slide into your car, staring blankly at the wheel for a long moment until you feel composed and sober enough to drive.

And drive you certainly do. You’re not quite sure where you’re going, and you’re plenty aware that this is a bad idea, but you just let yourself go around and calm yourself down first. The crisp breeze paired with the warm spring air does wonders to clear your head and paired with the late times, there are not too many cars out. It’s peaceful.

You’re not too sure how long you were out, but it’s long enough for the blurry memory of the argument to clear and you groan, pulling over to park by the side of the road and let your head hit the steering wheel. You went too far. San had always been the more emotional of you two, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. He must’ve had a hard time with Yeseul, and although it doesn’t excuse him, you never gave him a chance to properly apologise.

With a sigh, you check your phone to see five missed calls and twenty texts from San asking where you are. He somehow even got your neighbours (a sweet couple in their twenties who babysit Byeol sometimes) to ask you if you’re okay. As your finger hovers over the call button, debating whether to call him back, bright headlights shine behind your car and you stiffen. Your hand hovers over the pepper spray you keep in the dash as you press the call button in a panic. No matter what the disagreement was about, you know San would still come to your aid if you needed it.

“YN, open the door. I’ve been worried sick!” San’s voice crackles through the receiver and you spin around in your seat, squinting at the figure standing behind your car and your shoulders sag in relief.

“God, San, you scared the shit out of me!” you scold, leaning over to unlock the passenger seat and push the door open while hanging up the call. “Get in here.”

A haggard-looking San slides in, his eyes red-rimmed and mouth pressed into a thin line. The car that drove him turns and you look back in confusion before San starts explaining. “I wanted to give you space so I stayed at the party,” he starts explaining after a moment. “But I got worried and went to the apartment to find you. But you weren’t there, and I asked all your friends. I’m lucky you left your location on, and my friend gave me a ride.”

You wince. You forgot about turning off your location, although you’re glad you didn’t as it would’ve been more dangerous otherwise. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, turning your eyes to look out the windshield. “I just needed to clear my head so I went for a drive.”

There’s a long period of suffocating silence between the two of you when San finally speaks, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry,” he starts and your head snaps towards him, eyes wide. Of all the things you expected to fall from his lips, an apology is not one of those things. Not tonight, at least. “I was too pushy. I shouldn’t have ignored you, or interrupted your time with Juyeon. I should’ve talked to you like an adult.”

You laugh, resting your head on the steering wheel. “What an astute observation, San. However did you come to that conclusion?” Your exasperation is evident in your tone and San sucks in a breath at how done you seem. “Look, San. I’m sure you didn’t mean it to be that bad. But I’m just…tired. I’m tired of always wondering what is running through your mind, where I am in your list of importance. You date Yeseul, but break up with her over me. You give me the cold shoulder when I go on a date, but suddenly me being on a date is unacceptable. I just don’t know how to take anything.”

Against your will, tears start to drop onto your thighs, streaking down the skin and you sniff. “Shit,” San panics beside you. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He hands you a tissue and you take it with shaking hands, pressing your face into it as San tugs you closer, guiding you to lean against him.

He repeats soft little ‘sorry’s and leans his head atop yours, his tears falling onto your hair. The two of you stay in this position for a long while, no words are needed to understand the emotional moment.

“Let’s go home, YN,” San mumbles, his voice vibrating deep in your heart. “Let’s go home and we can talk tomorrow.”

You sniff again, tears run dry as you sit up and wipe your eyes. “Okay,” you whisper out. “Let’s go home.”

San stays attached to you throughout the drive home, his hand gripping onto your own hand whenever he can, and quickly wrapping you into a back hug as you walk up to the apartment. “I…cuddle with me tonight?” you ask, eyes flitting away from his face, missing the brilliant smile that spreads across it.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he hums, walking with you to his room, and he lets you slide in first, the smell of his detergent filling your mind and your eyelids flutter shut already. San crawls in next to you, pulling you close.

“Good night, YN,” San mumbles as your breathing evens out. As you drift off into sleep, you swear you feel his soft lips on your forehead but you dismiss it as wishful thinking.

-

When you reawaken, San’s still curled up, your body covered by his, his breathing slow and gentle. You can’t help but blink a couple of times to make sure it isn’t a dream when his arms tighten around your waist and he shifts. “YN?” His morning voice is as rough as always, rumbling low in his chest.

“Hey, Sanah,” you greet him quietly, leaning up to meet his eyes blinking slowly at you like a cat’s. “Good morning.”

“Hi.” He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, breathing in your scent. “I should probably explain myself.” His voice vibrates against your neck and you giggle softly at the ticklish feeling.

“That would be nice.”

San huffs, but he can’t complain about your snark. “I like you, YN. I don’t know when I started to, and I definitely didn’t realise I did until I started dating Yeseul. I did like her, but not as deeply as I thought I did. It was so easy to break up with her as soon as she made me pick between you and her. The answer came to me without a doubt in my mind as soon as the question left her lips, and yet I still didn’t realise my true feelings.” He laughs self-deprecatingly, and you stroke his hair comfortingly. “I didn’t realise why I was so pissed about you going out with Juyeon, and that’s why I was avoiding you. It’s a stupid reason, I know. But I just didn’t know why, not until I saw you at the party kissing him. I just wanted to be there instead of you. And I’m sorry, and I understand if you don’t like me anymore, but–”

“I love you.”

His head snaps up to stare at you after your sudden declaration, and after he registers your words a smile spreads across his face. He puffs out a breathy chuckle and you know his answer before he even says it. “I love you too.”

His eyes shine like you’ve hung the stars in the skies, and when they flit down to your lips, you know an unspoken question when you see it. You lean forward slowly, letting your eyes close once more when your lips meet his.

And damn, you were right about how San kisses. In a second, he deepens the kiss, bringing his hands up to cup your face while his tongue swipes at your lips. Shyly, you part your lips and he dives right in, licking into your mouth and biting at your lips.

“Sanah,” you gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his plush lips. “Sanah–”

You repeat his name like a prayer as his lips travel down to your neck, littering wet kisses and bite marks all over your sensitive skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sweet to me,” San moans against your body. “Please, please, let me treat you right, make it up to you. Let me worship you.”

You whine as he laves his tongue over your breasts spilling out of the crop top you had worn last night. Any other time you would’ve stressed at how gross the clothes were but right now you could hardly even think about it. “Fuck, yes, please,” you beg when San nips at your cleavage, leaving a mark.

“Ah, already begging for me,” San groans, his hips pressing into your legs. “You’re so perfect.” His voice grows whiney as his sucks on your nipples, making your back arch.

His kisses move down your body until his breath is ghosting over your stomach and his hands are pawing at your pants, shoving them down as quickly as he can. He doesn’t have the same amount of minimal patience for your panties, and before you can react, he’s ripped them off your legs. “Choi San!” you scold, shifting to try and sit up but his grip on your hips stops you from moving too far.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” San promises before diving right in and sucking at your clit without another moment’s hesitation. Your hips jerk and your core tightens at the sudden feeling as you throw your head back and moan so loudly it’s bordering on a scream

His ministrations on your dripping cunt have you wordless. His fingers are pressing into your hip bones, the sensation making you squirm. As soon as his tongue breaches your clenching hole your hands fly down to grasp at his hair. “Fuck–” you squeal, your legs attempting to close but San just pushes them apart again, busying himself in your folds.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” San groans, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine as he lets his teeth scrape against your clit. You can hardly focus on anything at the barrage of sensations filling you up, San fucking his tongue into you so well. Your thighs are shaking as you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter against his face.

When you tilt your head down, he meets your eyes as he moves one of his hands to push a finger into your hole. “Shit–” your grip on his hair tightens impossibly. “Sanah–”

“Come for me, love,” San groans, and you let the dam break, screaming out his name until your voice is hoarse, and San licks up your release through it all.

When he finally pulls away from your twitching and sensitive core, his lips are covered in your glistening slick, thick globs of it sitting pretty on his chin. Without thinking, you pull him down and crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue. San groans as you lick his face clean, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth.

“Fuck, I need to fuck you right now or else I think I might go insane,” San growls, blindly fumbling in his nightstand to pull out a condom as he shoves down his sweats to reveal his hard, red cock. Without another thought, he opens the pack with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length with ease thanks to the precum dribbling down it.

He lines up, the tip of it kissing your hole, when you groan. You’re much too impatient for this, reaching down and holding him steady as you shift your body to sink onto his thick cock. “Shit, YN,” San grits out as you take him deeper and deeper until your cunt kisses his crotch. “You’re too much.”

You pant, shifting on his cock as you try to get used to the stretch. He’s not the longest you’ve had, but he’s thick and the stretch is almost too much. “You’re fucking talking, you fill me up so fucking well, Sanah.” You hiss as you throw your head back, the stinging melting into pleasure. “Fuck me already, San. Or should I go and find Juyeon to–”

You’re cut off by San thrusting into you so violently that you swear the bed shakes. “I don’t want to hear that fucking name out of your mouth anymore,” San commands, leaning forward until his body weight pins you down and your eyes roll back as he starts fucking into you with short, quick thrusts.

With every movement, you feel like you may break apart. You can hear every slick sound, the sound of it obscene, and yet all you want is more. Your previous release coats his cock so well, thick strings of it attaching to his hips.

His arms wrap around your waist, and before you can protest or do anything, he hoists you up until you’re sitting in his lap. You swear this angle makes him impale you even deeper, his cockhead kissing the perfect spot deep inside you. Your head drops to San’s shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his shirt. “Fuck, San, you’re so deep,” you moan high-pitched. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

San growls, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “You’re so tight for me, so much better than Yeseul. I saw you in the mirror, you know,” he whispers conspiratorially and you gasp and clench, snapping your head to look at him. “You’re not as sneaky as you thought, love. Did you touch yourself to the thought of me fucking you so well?”

You whine, words failing you, and San’s hips slow to a stop. You try your best to grind against him but his hands grip your waist, keeping you still. “Please–” you try to beg but San chuckles and nips at your earlobe.

“Answer me, YN.”

“Fuck– Yes!” you cry out, so eager for him to start moving again. “Wanted you to fill me with your cum so well until it was spilling out of me. Please, please, please, fuck me.”

“Hm.” And without any warning, San jerks his hips up into you, biting into your neck like a fucking vampire and you scream, hips stuttering as you come on his cock. You don’t think you’re making any coherent noises, just babbling into his neck as your bones become jelly from the overstimulation.

If you thought the sounds were obscene before, you swear they’ve become ten times worse as you lay limp against San’s body. He’s moving you up and down his cock like a doll and you pant, squeezing your eyes shut as you still feel aftershocks from your orgasm.

“Shit, you’re so warm around me, I’m gonna come,” San moans in your ear, his rhythm breaking as he drops your weight on his cock. You can feel him twitching inside you as his teeth sink into your neck once more. “God, I want to fill you up so badly, but that’s just going to have to wait, my love.”

After a long moment, he pulls out, groaning at your come coating the condom and his thighs. Without thinking, he dips his fingers in the mess and brings it to his mouth, licking it off like it’s the most delicious thing in the world to him. “Come here, baby,” he says in that beautifully raspy voice, and you lean forward, meeting his lips in another kiss.

This kiss is sweet and soft, but the lingering taste of your shared releases still permeates your taste buds. You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he lays against the wall with you in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises again, pressing another kiss to the top of your head and it’s almost like he hadn’t fucked you like it was your last day on earth. “I won’t ever leave you again.”

You hum, turning your head to pepper kisses over his neck freckles. “I should be the one saying that. I love you, San. And I’ll always run to you with no hesitation.”

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[jessejaredstories]

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras. 

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work. 

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there! 

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie. 

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear. 

"Yeah, do you wanna go-" 

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?" 

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?" 

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member. 

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure. 

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly. 

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris. 

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!" 

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master. 

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!" 

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made. 

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans. 

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub. 

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?" 

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically. 

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING. 

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him. 

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy. 

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural. 

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

#male body swap

[yawnderu]

Clearly I am very normal about this man.

I'm collabing with my friend for some dbf!Keegan stuff and I'm so damn excited for it dbsknme meanwhile, have this<3

Dbf!Keegan, who's always at your house whenever he's back from deployment just because he doesn't like coming back to an empty apartment.

Dbf!Keegan, who took the habit of falling asleep on your bed with full gear on, even when you try to protest because his uniform is just so damn dirty.

Dbf!Keegan, who drives like a madman on an empty road just to scare you for his own amusement.

Dbf!Keegan, who always finds the time to text you even when he's deployed, trying his best to reply to your texts even when they were sent days ago, always warning you before he goes dark.

Dbf!Keegan, who has pictures of all three of you together in a safe in his house, never keeping anything with him that could trace back to your father and you in fears of you becoming a target.

Dbf!Keegan, who opens up the safe and stares at those pictures for hours on particularly hard days.

Dbf!Keegan, who takes you places and buys you anything you want, enabling you to be a brat yet still half-jokingly complaining about it. He has to spend that money somewhere, no?

Dbf!Keegan, who spoils you rotten, always offering to drive you anywhere and coming to your room just to annoy you.

Dbf!Keegan, who sees you sprawled out on his couch and sits on you with his full weight, a belly laugh escaping his lips when you weakly say "move, fatass".

Dbf!Keegan, who flips you off whenever you tell him he's getting old.

Dbf!Keegan, who throws you over his shoulder despite the smacks you deliver to his bottom and back.

Dbf!Keegan, who jokingly told you to cuddle with him.

Dbf!Keegan, who tried his best to hide the surprise from showing on his face when you actually went to cuddle with him.

Dbf!Keegan, who holds onto you like a lifeline, yet careful enough not to hurt you with his burly arms. The same hands that kill enemies are now delicately running down the length of your hair, a soft kiss planted on your hair.

Dbf!Keegan, whose heart melted when you fell asleep on him, soft snores coming out of you while you held him closer, body seeking warmth.

Dbf!Keegan, who was awake for hours simply staring at your face, memorizing every single detail before finally drifting off to sleep.

Dbf!Keegan, who gets the best sleep of his life when he's holding you.

#cod ghosts x reader #cod ghosts #cod keegan #call of duty ghosts #keegan russ #keegan x reader #keegan p russ #dbf!keegan #dbf!keegan x reader #keegan russ x reader #cod

[highvern]

Ateez in Different NSFW Careers

Pairing: ot8

Genre: smut, 21+

Warnings: lots of sex, masturbating, porn, domination/submission, fetishes, lmk if i missed anything egregious

Note: this is an idea for a miniseries but idk and thought id put it out there to see if people are interested (dont bring up the ateez mixtape series, im working on it!) thank you @wingsofimagery @yessa-vie for listening to this brain rot

read more here

Hongjoong:

onlyfans creator, solos of him masturbating or nudes. weirdly artistic? like camera angles on point, edited to perfection, color graded. rarely, if ever, collabs with others. occasionally posts erotic photography of one unidentifiable woman. his subscribers aren't sure what to make of it but pictures of them together are some of his best work. daylights as a photographer and has some of his work in small galleries across the city.

Seunghwa:

amatuer porn star, makes homemade couple porn or something with a close female friend. domestic/bf vibes in every video. v soft with each other even when they're having rough sex. people assume they're actually dating bc of the insane chemistry even though they never show their faces. its his fun dirty little secret no one in the office knows.

Yunho:

boyfriend for hire. specializes in "turn your brain off for the night, i'll handle it." rent him to be your date to an event or just for a night on the town. doesn't always sleep with his client (his discretion) but usually cuddles and will spend the night. just trying to pay off his student loans since being an analyst pays shit. big yunho bc he has a big... u kno? and loves hearing the women he sleeps with rave about it. has had several repeat customers and older women that recommend him to their friends.

Yeosang:

audio erotica. just aside hobby for him. tbh 9/10 times forgets to record or that he even has the account. started bc a girl he was seeing freshman year of college told him she wanted a video with the sound on and he didn't know what that meant but she liked his voice enough to let the completely black screen slide. posts sporadically but always makes waves when he does. people have offered him money for custom audios and he always turns them down.

San:

fetish model. shibari, leather, latex. you name it, he's most likely modeled it. has portrait of himself (unrecongnizable, facing away just his back criss crossed with ropes, hands bound at the base of his spine) hanging in his apartment. his friends think its weird since they know he's the one in the picture but most of the girls he brings home just think he's into some freaky stuff. started bc he would nude model for the art classes at his college when he needed fast money for weed. people assume he likes really kinky sex bc of his job but he prefers vanilla sex most of the time bc his job is so kink heavy. works as a fitness instructor as his 9-5, and had a few people recognize him but most are cool and leave him alone

Mingi:

nsfw twitter creator. videos, pictures, sliding into dms. mingi does it all and enjoys the comments of people thirsting over him even if he's one dick among thousands. for his day job he works in a sex store and flirts with the exotic dancers who come in to buy their costumes (turned down every single time, there's even a pool for how quickly he'll strike out). the one girl that flirted back still lives in his brain rent free bc all she did was smile and he folded like origami. now when she comes in mingi has to remind himself not to drool.

Wooyoung:

cam boy brat, sugars on the side. likes being degraded by his audience when he's bad. lover of milfs, and has a sugar mommy he sees once a month. loves being wined and dined by her and then loved on at her fancy apartment uptown. started doing both in college to pay rent, now works at a dance studio and keeps it up bc the extra cash is nice. enamored with taking pictures during sex. has a collection of polaroids with his current FWB that he cherishes more than anything (always carries one in his phone case). toyed with the idea of having her come on his streams but he doesn't want to share. he should probably look into that more.

Jongho:

dungeon dom (IDK), the kind thats a look don't touch dom. if you need a session to work through your stress, go to him. sexy spanking, punishment spanking, therapy spanking. he's got the knowledge and know how. has a strange collection of vintage dvds and magazines. rare stuff that he treats like art rather than smut. jongho i never want to speak on your name im sorry

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Taglist: @tomodachiii @cvpidyunho @miniseokminnies @ddaengpotate @arycutie @gaebestie @primoppang @gyuguys @mine-gyu @doremifasire @missminhoe @toplinehyunjin @crvs4vldtn @prettygyuuu

© highvern. copying/reuploading/translating my work anywhere is strictly prohibited.

#ksmutsociety #kvanity #cromernet #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #atz fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez angst #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #🫡 highvern

[moonit3]

୨⎯ "MISS POPULAR AND MISS NOBODY" ⎯୧

➽ context warnings: yandere female, wlw!, afab! reader, nsfw, reader encourages the yandere behavior, mentioned murder, masturbation (f!), fingering, mentioned stalking, breaking in, yandere stealing personal items from reader,

➽ word count: more than 2.5k

➽ synopsis: a lost sketchbook brings the two most unexpected people into a unexpected relationship.

➽ yandere! loser girl x popular! reader

➽ a/n: sorry for the long wanting, guys. there were a few problems with my college’s website and I almost lost my spot (but luckily i managed to fix it) and also, got a little depressed with penacony (T-T). but here is another collab with @taeee0902 that I really happy to have written it! however, I changed a few things close to the ending since i felt if I wrote more, things would’ve taken a wrong lead (leaving an open ending(?)) and also, i got lazy (sorry for that). but i hope u guys enjoy it! also tell me if there is any mistake as i wrote this in middle of the night.

➽ inside the library, at the one of the darkest corners of the old building, there is a young woman studying on her art. mumbling to herself about putting extra details on it as she struggles to find more ideas to finish her work before the deadline next week. her eyes couldn’t help but start getting tired after she spend an amount of her money on buying energy drinks to keep herself awake for the rest of the day.

➽ a place like the library was supposed to be quiet, somewhere safe to the rest of the loud and rude students go the campus, but not today. it’s seems those popular kids decided to come over and ruin her peace in less thanks five minutes. however her attention towards the art project got better after buying a large cup of coffee, so daisy pay no mind towards those idiots.

➽ the group of popular kids whisper to each other about the weird girl sitting by herself, saying nasty things about her looks and dark circles under her eyes, already imagining how her dormitory might look like full of dirty and smelly. all of them laughing and smiling about daisy, but not you, instead of making fun of her like anyone else wouldn’t do, you just watch the girl working on something behind the piles of books at the table. she looks kinda cute when focusing, with her tongue out of her mouth and the headphones covering her ears to prevent hearing from hearing anyone talking about her looks.

➽ it’s clear there is something on daisy that calls you, she makes you feel weird feelings that you never felt before with anyone else. the voices of your so called friends become muffled inside your head, now you could only hear the faint song coming out of her headphones, making you wonder about the taste in music she has. maybe she enjoy classic music? probably electronic or perhaps a genre that you don’t know the existence of?

➽ your eyes couldn’t move away from her, not when her body keeps moving in rhythm with the songs playing in her headphones as she works at her personal works. your mind keeps telling to step up and talk with her about anything, however you couldn’t, not when your own body isn’t obeying your orders. after hours and hours on her own little world, she packed her things to leave the library and return to her dormitory.

➽ however, she forget a small notebook at the table and when your friends leave to go to a party, you didn’t hesitate to take and put it inside your backpack before finally returning back to the sorority house and preparing yourself to go to bed after a long day of studying. however that didn’t happened.

➽ your fingers traced on the lineart on the cover. it’s feel wrong to see a piece of art without the artist’s permission, but you needed to find a way to contact the owner and luckily, you find something. a phone number and quickly, you called the mysterious girl to ask if tomorrow would be a perfect timing to give her sketchbook back…and as expected, she agreed to meet you up at the library, at the same spot she forget the sketchbook.

➽ when tomorrow arrived, daisy couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed about this whole encounter. sitting an empty bench, her mind is playing tricks on her about the person might never appear and keep her precious sketchbook to themselves—then a more rational part of the mind forces her to calm down, taking deep breaths before opening her eyes to see a figure standing in front of her.

➽ the smell of sweet perfume and the aura of an angel makes daisy realize the person who has her book is no other than mrs. popular girl, the girl who everyone wants to be and the person who everyone wants to kiss. oh no, she can already imagine the ill words you are going to say at her art and so, daisy prepares herself to be massacred by you….but you don’t.

➽ instead, words of kindness came out from your lips. you explained that you’ve taken a look inside her art—feeling guilty of such act, but at the same time, proud that you have found a great artist like her. “i never thought that ive found someone who uses acrylic markers so well as you! and the way you used post-it to cover up some mistakes is your signature? ahhh…is that how people call it?”

➽ every word coming out of your lips makes daisy feel special, for the first time since she remembers, someone has not only treat her art normally (without making fun of it) and for the first time ever, a person haven’t downgraded her as a lower level. she won’t admit, but it’s really cute seeing your cheeks blush when trying to find unique words to describe some of the art inside the sketchbook.

➽ clap! she closes the notebook to look up at your face, lips fully closed and staring down at her pale skin now red of embarrassment. “t-thank you, [name].” damn it! she wasn’t supposed to stutter in front of you. “and there is no problem that you’ve look into my sketchbook. but i need to go, bye!” without hesitating, daisy made her escape and left you standing you at the park. thinking about the unusual nature of daisy.

it’s been days since daisy has met you and still, she wasn’t able to forget about your lovely smile. her mind couldn’t forget the faint feeling of obsession passion growing inside her heart, making her cheeks red of only thinking about your presence.

the pages of the sketchbook are full of art of your face, smiling directly at the artist. post-it covers some more explicit drawing of your body, all filled of bites, scratches and of course, positions of your body in situations she would never speak out loud. it’s wrong to draw someone like this, she knows. however, as much daisy keeps telling herself to stop, she can only continues to draw more of your body like this, imagining what you looks underneath those fancy outfits.

“i’m sorry,” she said to herself, pulling her panty to the side, already touching her clit while thinking about you. “i-i’m sorry, [name]…” the newly feeling of wetness around her genitalia made easy to slick a finger inside, sensing the warmth of her inner walls.

she can’t put more than one finger without tearing the hymen, but it’s already enough to pleasure herself by it. “hmm-“ the juice leaking allows daisy part her clit apart to take a better look of her pussy when staring at the mirror, admiring the juice leaking from it. “[n-name]!”

daisy can already imagine it. having you above her body and giving orders for what to do to make you happy. her mind playing tricks on her whatever her finger reach a new spot to touch, making the whole body curves with moan and whines escaping from the lips.

it’s didn’t took much time for her orgasm to come, leaving fluids on her finger and wetting the white sheets of the bed. her breath is completely gone when laying down at the bed, not wanting to get up and look at herself at the mirror, but something more strong makes her gain enough stronger to walk towards the mirror.

a disheveled hair covering one of her eyes, cheeks completely red and of course, thighs dirty of her cum that haven’t stop dripping from her clit. never in millions years, daisy believed that she would touch herself in an intimate manner like this, specially towards another girl…but now, daisy knows she is capable of doing anything towards [name].

things aren’t going easy to you, not when the most comfortable hoodie of your has gone missing! how are you supposed to rest after a long day of study without wearing your most precious piece of clothing? you even placed it above behind the door to not forget.

“have you searched everywhere?” one of your friends would asked, worried about the smile missing from your face.

“of course i did! i looked everywhere, even under my bed!” you cried, sad that you’ve now to wear some of the guy’s hoodie in a failed attempt to comfort you. “how am i going to sleep in peace? I can’t buy another hoodie, not when that one have so memories of good times.”

your friends stayed quiet, feeling bad when they have no solutions to your problem. all of them thought for a while, wondering if there is a way to solve the mystery.

“wait! what if you are sleeping walking?” one of the girl suggested, bringing everyone’s attention towards her. “your sleeping form probably hide your hoodie someway you can’t find while awake. so why not set your webcam on to caught you?”

the idea was great, but not their suggestion to your sleepwalking. after classes, you set up the webcam camera to let you catch whoever is behind the missing hoodies (and panties, but you omitted this part from them) and now, you’ve just to wait for the mystery person to show up when you went to attend classes.

with you attending classes for the rest of the day, daisy waste no time to raid inside your apartment by the window. her eyes grown bigger when seeing another hoodie with your scent just laying on the bed.

jumping into the mattress, daisy couldn’t resist the smell of your perfume all over the sheets and so, she began sniffing it and moaning your name while hugging one of your pillows, clearing imaging that is you instead of the fluffy pillow.

“[name]…” your scent never leaves her nostrils, not with her body almost melting into your sheets to become one within it. “you change your perfume, didn’t you? now, you smell even more perfect. just like flower in the middle of the springs.”

she wishes to stay inside your apartment forever, watch your life while hiding inside the wardrobe to protect you from the dangerous people who dare to touch you inappropriately. but, she can’t do that. daisy has the goal of graduating, becoming a famous artist to be the breadwinner when she marries you in a soon future.

feeling her body gain extra energy, daisy leaves your bedroom by the window, but not before grabbing a few personal items to her shrine. completely unaware that her actions were recorded by her own object of obsession.

when you return home after a long day of studying, you become surprised to see daisy roaming all over your room. seeing her stealing the dirty underwear from the laundry basket and even laying down at your bed! oh, is that weird?

yes, but your heart speaks otherwise. watching the recording of the loner girl invading your privacy to her own likes and doing all of her perverts acts makes you feel good, something that you never felt to someone else.

she is so pretty when sniffing your belongings! anyone else would find it weird to see someone doing that, but not you—you find daisy quite cute doing it when thing no one is watching… perhaps, will she go even further if you let her steal more of your stuff? you hope so.

since that day, you began leaving the bedroom messier than before. clothes scented by your usual smell are long gone from the wardrobe, the newly used toys that you’ve brought to tease yourself after classes go missing too. you can only imagine what daisy is doing with those presents you have left behind.

➽ with the exams and classes over, a beach party is thrown to celebrate the end of the semester and of course, you were invited and daisy waste no time to followed you around the party, hiding in the shadows to protect you from anyone who dares to hurt you. the black haired girl doesn’t know that you are aware of her presence, making things even more interesting.

➽ daisy admirers your body dancing in the middle of the room, but at the same time, feeling guilty to be looking at you with lust just like the others. deep down, she knows that she is no different from those who dares to look at you like you are some prey to be tasted, however, daisy isn’t the type to let it go of you so easily.

➽ after dancing for a long time, you decided to rest at one of the rooms upstairs and daisy waste no time by following you. inside of the suite, daisy enters the room in silence and scan the interior, simultaneously looking for a place to hide and your whereabouts. despite her eyes looking at each corner, the black haired girl doesn’t can’t find you anywhere. did she imagined you walking here?

➽ before any reaction could take place, daisy found herself ensnared in surprise, arms wrapping around her small body, putting her into an embrace. cheeks fully red when she realize that it’s you who is holding her, feeling your breath behind her neck. is this really happening? this can’t be a dream, daisy is praying for this to be real.

➽ “daisy, daisy, daisy…” she let her guard down, letting you freely take advantage of the situation to hug her body. “i never expected to see you around here. but, i can’t deny that i am really happy to see you here.”

➽ she doesn’t move. her body stay in place when feeling your hands getting down at her black shorts, untying it to let your hand roam free around inside her panty. it’s makes her body squeal when a finger touch the tip of her clitoris, making her almost melt with it.

➽ “hmm—“ before any of her moans could take over the room, your lips meet hers, dragging her into daisy’s first kiss. it’s feel weird, she thinks, but at the same time…it’s better than she ever imagined! she lets you take control over her body, knowing that you have more knowledge than her.

➽ daisy could feel her body get redder and hotter by the instant you push her to the bed, wasting no time to unbutton the plaid shirt to display the cute black bikini and then to remove her bikini bottoms to take a closer look at her cunt. the night haven’t start and she is already dripping.

➽ a smile slowly make to your lips. to think that daisy was probably so overwhelmed by this situation makes you wonder about how aroused she is. “don’t worry, sweetie.” your finger touches her clit, rubbing it against her walls, but not taking too deep to hurt her. “i’m going to be gentle, okay?”

➽ she nodded. “j-just touch me, please—” there is tears coming out of her eyes when a finger of yours manage to touch a soft spot of her inner walls, words are replaced by whimpers. as you continue to pump your two fingers inside her, daisy couldn’t hold her voice back. it didn’t took much to her moans to echoed all over the room and would probably reach downstairs too if the songs aren’t that loud.

➽ a high pitched scream warned about her incoming orgasm. her cum all over your palm when she finally stops squirting, attempting to regain her breath, cheeks full of redness as she musters enough courage to lift her face and meet yours.

➽ her trembling hands move to hold your hips closer to hers, not leaving a space between your bodies when daisy managed to speak. “can w-we continue it? please, i really need you.” the shyness and embarrassment of her face is gone, replaced by obsession and desire. and you are loving it.

➽ you couldn’t be happier seeing daisy right below your body, ready to take anything you have been planning for the past couple of weeks, even if those things could lead to dangerous acts. she is right inside your palm, ready to be played and loved by you only.

➽ “really?” your hips began to move, dirtying your bottoms with daisy’s fluids and making her whine a bit. “if that’s what you want~” playing with her perky chest, a smile make it way to your lips when going down to her lips, leaving a fainted mark of lipstick on her. “then i will make it an unforgettable night for you, daisy.”

@moonit3 writing

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[wonwussy]

By Line

pairing; ceo!wonwoo x reporter!afab reader

genre; enemies to lovers, smut, dramatic af, angst

notes/warnings; TOXIC BEHAVIOR, drugs, alcohol, food, dirty talk, sex in a public place, fingering (f receiving), death mention (?), and y’know sex

word count; 5.3k

this is for @svthub​’s garden collab

You couldn’t believe it is going to end like this. Your years on Earth, coming to a close, because you were thirsty. You are an idiot.

It wasn’t entirely your fault, however. It is his fault too. He’s the one that poisoned you, instead of being a decent human being. Just because you accepted a glass of water, does not mean you consented to dying. Wonwoo is a terrible person, and you did walk straight into his trap.

As you struggle to keep your eyes open, the world in front of you going blurry, you can’t help but think back to what led to you being here. How hungry you were for the facts, for the story. It was going to be your big break into journalism, and you would finally be able to carve your own island out in the field.

You had followed Wonwoo for weeks, making notes of his comings and goings. Who he was meeting with. What he even had for breakfast (he usually nibbled on some kind of muffin while walking to his office building, a coffee in his other hand). You were trying to follow the money, and you were so close to exposing him.

Little did you know that he had been watching you too. Which is how he ended up inviting you to dinner at his penthouse, saying he would give you an interview of a lifetime. He made, as a one Don Corleone had said, an offer you couldn’t refuse.

“What di- did you give me?” you mumble, your head drooping slightly.

Wonwoo simply chuckles, clearly amused with how you’re fighting what he slipped you. “Don’t worry about it. It’s painless. It’s just like going to sleep,” he assures you, before taking a small sip of his wine.

Well, he isn’t wrong about that. It does feel like you want to sleep. Just drift off and not have to worry about anything again. It would be easy. Painless, like he said. Your eyes start to flutter close, but you shake your head and snap them open as wide as you can. “No. I’m no— call the police,” you say weakly, slapping the table to find your phone.

You hear him chuckle as he reaches for your phone and slides it towards him, watching you with interest. “Hm. You’re adorable when you’re stubborn.”

“Shuddup. ‘M not.” You frown at him and blink wearily, his figure turning into a faceless blob. “My phone,” you whine as you start to slump over the table.

Wonwoo finishes his wine and sighs, leaning back in his chair as he picks up your phone. “Cute lock screen. Is that your cat?” he asks, though he’s not expecting an answer from you.

You let out a whine as fear overtakes you, your eyes finally shutting. “You’ll never getwaythis…”

The last thing you remember before the darkness overtook you was hearing Wonwoo laugh at your utterances. “Whatever you say, ace.”

———————————————————————

Funny. You didn’t think you could dream when you were dead. It wasn’t exactly sugar plums, but visions drifted in and out of your mind. Your parents, friends, Henry (you prayed someone would take care of him when you are gone, the gremlin of a cat) were all present… memories, maybe? Was this what they meant when they said that your life would flash before your eyes?

You can feel warmth on your face, which only confuses you even more. It’s bright, even through your eyelids. Was it the bright light that greets you in death? No one ever says it’s warm. It’s comforting. You can’t help but smile at the feel of it, and snuggle further down into the sheets.

Wait.

You wiggle your fingers, and they move. You sit up in the bed and blink your eyes open, heart pounding as you take in the fact that you’re still alive. Alive and in an unfamiliar room. You aren’t sure if you should be overjoyed or scared. Instead, you let out a yelp as you try to scramble out of the bed.

Where the hell are you? What happened last night? Every possibility and scenario races through your head as you get tangled in the sheets and fall out of the bed to the floor with a loud thump. You groan as you roll on to your back, trying not to cry as you hear a knock on the door.

“Are you decent?” a gruff voice asks through the door.

You pause at the question and glance down at yourself, letting out a sigh of relief when you realize you are, in fact, fully clothed. You scowl as you slowly push yourself to your feet and cautiously step towards the door, folding your arms over your chest. “What the fuck did you do to me?” you demand in a harsh whisper, not wanting to open the door quite yet.

You hear him laugh from the hallway, clearly amused with you. “Nothing. Well… I carried you to the bed after you passed out from the sleeping pills that were in your water… but other than that, nothing. I promise.”

Anger rolls through you at his words, and you yank the door open to find him leaning against the door frame with a nonchalant look on his face. “You did WHAT?!” You aren’t sure you heard him right, you couldn’t have.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes at you and runs a hand through his cropped hair. “You looked like you were in some desperate need of sleep, so I helped. You’re welcome.” He pauses as his eyebrows shoot up at your angry, yet confused, expression. “You didn’t actually think I poisoned you, did you?” he asks, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Your blood is boiling at the look on his face, his stupid face with his stupid glasses. But he wasn’t wrong. You did think he poisoned you, but it wasn’t like he didn’t give you a reason not to believe it. And, you guess in a way he did actually do it. “What do you call slipping me sleeping pills in my water? A sweetener?” you nearly yell at him.

“No. I call it a helping hand. I’m a businessman, not a murderer, ace. Killing people isn’t a good look for my company,” he teases as he stands up straight.

You take a step back, your hand still gripping the doorknob tightly as you glance him up and down. You couldn’t deny that he looked good in his oversized white t-shirt and gray sweats, at home casual seemed to suit him more than business casual. Has his shoulders always been so… wide? You meet his eyes and huff when you see the satisfied look in his eyes, scowling at him again. “Well, does your “helping hand” mean keeping me hostage? Or am I free to go?”

Wonwoo steps back and gestures to let you pass him, watching as you stalk into the hallway. “Your things are by the front door. I can call a driver to take you home, if you want,” he offers. He waits for a reply and shrugs when you don’t give one, tucking his hands into his sweatpants. “Though, if you leave now, you won’t get your interview.”

You stop at his words, a small struggle brewing inside you. Leave, and you can rid yourself of this monster and this whole ordeal. But then you won’t get what you��ve been after all these weeks. The truth. Straight from the man (and you use that term very loosely in this case) himself. The temptation is too great.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. Fuck him. You’re not going to play into his hand so easily.

“Complete and unadulterated truth? Everything?”

“Everything.”

Fuck. You slowly turn to face him with a heavy sigh, knowing he has you. So much for not so easily. “Fine. But no open containers from you.”

He grins at you as he walks past, tapping your chin lightly. “You have a bit of dried drool right there,” he comments as he makes his way back out to the living room.

~*~*~*~*~

It’s not too long until you’re both seated in his home office, him behind his desk with a mug of coffee while you sit in a plush armchair on the opposite side (no drink for you, for obvious reasons). Your voice recorder is on and sitting on his desktop, and a pen is poised in your hand as you stare at him. You narrow your eyes as you study him, his own eyes dropped to his phone as he typed out a text. “Are you busy or…”

He hums in acknowledgment and takes a sip of his coffee, not looking up as he finishes his typing. “Sorry. Urgent business.” He finally sets his phone down and directs his attention towards you, offering you a small smile. “Okay. Go ahead, ace. Ask away.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, tapping your pen against your pad of paper. “Right. Mind telling me what the urgent business was?” you ask, nodding to his phone.

“When you run a multi-million dollar corporation, everything is urgent business,” he jokes. “Right now, we’re in the middle of trying to acquire some land in Denmark. Trying to set up a regional office there, so we can run our European operations a little more smoothly,” he explains. “So far, it’s been a lot of back and forth. If you know anything about Denmark business or land law, you’d be a great asset right about now.”

You shake your head as you scribble some notes down, not bothering to look up as you ask your next question. “Don’t you have lawyers to sort out all that? Or are they around to just make it all look legal?”

Wonwoo quirks an eyebrow up at your question, tapping his fingers against the side of his mug. “We do have lawyers, but not every lawyer is an expert in every law.” He pauses as he sips his coffee, studying you as he does so. “And I always make sure everything I do regarding my business is legal.”

You scoff in disbelief, your eyes catching his as you look back up. “I doubt that. A company as big as yours can’t always do legitimate business,” you mutter. “And I find it ver—“

“Now hold on,” he interrupts, sitting up and leaning forward in his chair. “Is that why you’re so interested in me? You think I’m some kind of criminal?” He, of course, knows what you think, but he wants you to say it out loud. He never would have asked you to meet for dinner if he didn’t know. That, and he definitely had enough of you following him.

Your cheeks warm with embarrassment, but you square your shoulders off as you sit straighter. “Yes. I think you’ve had some illegal business dealings, or you know about it within your company and are covering it up,” you answer, your fingers nervously fidgeting with your pen. “I believe you’ve cheated for your success, and you and your company need to be exposed.”

He can’t help but grin at your words, though he manages to hold back his laughter. It is a ridiculous accusation, of course. Hearing it out loud just made it seem even more so. “So, you thought following me around was going to reveal this big giant scandal?” He pauses as he chuckles lowly, leaning back in his chair. “Ace, you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble, and just asked me straight out in the beginning,” he tells you.

You narrow your eyes at him as he speaks, holding back a scoff. “Would you have told me the truth?”

“Yes. I have no reason to lie to you.”

You study him for a moment, trying to find any scrap of deceit. It’s frustrating that you can’t find one. Either he is an expert liar, or he’s telling the truth. Maybe you’re just shit at reading people, which would make you a pretty shitty reporter. “And I have no reason to believe you,” you finally say, dropping your gaze back down to your notepad.

A tense silence falls between the two of you, and it seems to stretch for hours. Though, it is less than thirty seconds before Wonwoo speaks again. “Look, this relationship isn’t going to work if there’s no… trust betwe—“

“Trust?!” you nearly screech at him. “Trust was tossed out the fucking window when you drugged me! So, I don’t think trust is ever going to be something I have in you.”

Wonwoo frowns at your words and stands to his feet. “I think trust was gone the minute you started suspecting me and following me around the city,” he pointed out, leaning forward over the desk with his palms flat on the wood.

Another silence as you let his words roll around in your head. He wasn’t wrong. You never actually trusted him, but there was no chance of it now, that much is certain.

He sighs and stands up straight again, pulling his glasses off. “I know I shouldn’t have drugged you,” he starts, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That was wrong, and honestly, reckless of me. I am sorry.”

You blink in surprise at his words and the sincerity in his voice. That’s not what you are expecting. An apology.

“But you need to learn when to take a break and get some rest. You’ve been stuck to me like a goddamn shadow, trying to find anything I’ve done wrong. Which, fine, but you’re like a dog with a bone. You won’t let go until you’re satisfied,” he continues with a half amused look. “It’s kind of cute. Your tenacity. I admire it.”

Your cheeks warm as he speaks, and you shake your head. You didn’t want to admit he was right, that you did need a break, but you knew you had to get this story. You clear your throat as your gaze drops to your notepad, scrunching your nose. “My mother calls it stubbornness. It caused her many headaches during my childhood.”

Wonwoo smiles as you speak, studying you carefully. He notices a softness to your edge when you speak about your mom, and can’t help but be a little endeared by it. He reaches for his phone again and unlocks it, muttering under his breath as he scrolls through it.

You look back up at him, confused, and watch him as he mumbles. “What are you doing? More important business?” you ask, furrowing your brows.

“Next Sunday. You’re coming with me to a garden party one of my business partners is hosting. Maybe it’ll give you some insight to what it is I am doing at my business,” he tells you as he looks back at you with raised brows.

You scoff at him and shake your head again. “You expect me to listen to you and just go with you to this party? You don’t even ask, you demand me to? What if I have plans? I can’t just drop what I’m doing and jump at your commands,” you reply with annoyance. Of course, your only plans that day are to nap with Henry and stuff your face with waffles, but he didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need to know that Sundays are your bra and pant free days.

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at you, tilting his head to the side as he questions you. “Do you have other plans? I just figured you’d end up following me around anyway, you might as well have an invite to the party.”

Your mouth opens and closes a couple times as no words come to you, before you scoff again as you shake your head. “Fine. I’ll go. Not because you demand it, but because I can use it for my story,” you relent, doing your best to ignore the look of victory on his face.

—————————————————————

You draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly, smoothing your hands down the side of your thighs nervously. You are standing outside the entrance to the botanical gardens, where you are supposed to meet Wonwoo for the work party he invited you to, and you suddenly want to turn around and run back home.

You nod once and are about to turn around, when a hand comes to rest lightly on your lower back. You jump slightly at the sudden presence, turning your head to see Wonwoo looking at you with a small smile. “Shit, you’re like a cat sneaking up like that. I should get you a bell,” you mutter, looking back at the gardens.

He chuckles and lets his hand drop, studying your profile. “Hm. I think I’m the one who should get you one, with how you follow me around. I think a collar would look good on you,” he teases, your skin instantly on fire at his words. “So, are you ready to rub elbows with some powerful people?”

You clear your throat, hoping to hide any effect his words had on you, and you straighten your blazer. “No, but I don’t really have a choice if I want this story.” You let out another long sigh and shake your head. “I feel severely underdressed, and this is my best pantsuit.”

Wonwoo steps back to look you over, tilting his head to the side. “You look great. Green is your color. You only need a collar to complete the look,” he jokes, before he steps off towards the entrance. “Come on. All the good hors d'oeuvres are going to be gone if we keep standing out here.”

You watch as he steps up to the security, your mind reeling from the mental whiplash. He really is an insufferable man. Insufferable and incredibly sexy in his light blue suit. It fit him perfectly, and hugged him in all the right places. Seriously, has he always been that broad?! You scrunch your nose at your own thoughts and silently curse yourself and the man you follow into the party.

-*-*-*-*-

Bored. You are actually bored. You did not think it was possible, but here you are, champagne glass in one hand and a tiny cucumber sandwich in the other, bored of listening to all the business talk. Not a single person had let anything juicy slip. No shady deals, no illicit affairs, not even someone discussing a traffic ticket. You sigh and tip back the rest of your mimosa, before shoving the sandwich into your mouth. Well, at least you got free snacks and drinks out of it.

You chew slowly as you turn around, freezing when you see Wonwoo staring at you with an amused look on his face, though he is nodding at the person he is talking with. He reaches up and pokes his cheek, before turning his full attention to his companion.

You mirror his actions and poke your own cheek, your eyes going wide at how puffy it is. You must look like a hamster with food shoved into its cheeks, the way you feel the sandwich there. You finish chewing and swallow, looking around and hoping no one else noticed your uncouth actions.

Though you don’t see anyone paying attention to you, you decide that it is better to dismiss yourself from the party. It seems like as good a time as any to do a little exploring of the gardens. Maybe it’ll give you a chance to leave completely unnoticed.

“Trying to escape so soon?”

Wonwoo’s sudden presence once again startles you, and you jump a little as your heart nearly shoots out of your chest. “Fucking hell! Seriously. Make a noise or something,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

He can’t help but laugh at your reaction, his hand resting against the small of your back as you both start walking away from the crowd. “I did. I said something.”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the effect his touch is having on you. How you wish it is more than his hand on you. “Before you sneak up on someone.” You pause as you glance at him quickly, only to find him looking back at you. “Anyway, I’m not— okay, yeah, I am trying to escape. You didn’t tell me how boring this would be,” you relent with a sigh.

Wonwoo let out a low chuckle and shrugged one shoulder, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, the daytime parties are usually pretty lame. Now, dinner parties and cocktail hours? That’s where all the excitement is,” he jokes, following you as you turn down a side path.

You snort and shake your head, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You’ll have to invite me to one of those. Maybe I’ll actually get something to write about.” You pause your walk as you read a sign about the foliage, sighing quietly. “You really do everything above board, huh?”

He looks over at you, studying your profile carefully, and nods once. “I told you. Now, do we toe the line with how things get done? Sometimes. I like to push and be aggressive with some things, but I never do anything illegal. Questionable, maybe, but always legal.” He adjusts his glasses and shrugs again. “Losing my business isn’t worth it.”

You bite your lip, feeling ashamed of having suspected him of anything nefarious. Aside from drugging you with sleeping pills, that is. You don’t say anything as you take a right towards another section of the gardens, leaving him to follow after you once again. Your thoughts are swirling in your head, and suddenly his presence is making it hard to think straight. Or maybe it was the three or four mimosas you had.

“I was the first in my family to graduate from college, you know. My parents either didn’t want to do college, or they couldn’t afford it, but they made sure I went,” he says after a moment. “I started this business from the ground up, worked my ass off. I took out loans, nearly went bankrupt. Hell, I lived with my parents for longer than I wanted just to save anything I could.”

You furrow your brow as you come to a stop in front of a small white building, large windows on either side of a stained glass door. You knew he had started the business, but you didn’t know everything he had gone through. Now you feel like a total asshole. “So, no mob connections, huh?” you crack half-heartedly as you push open the door.

He scoffs as he follows you inside, shaking his head at you. “No, sorry to disappoint.” He blinks as he looks around, looking slightly confused. “Where are we?”

You shrug as you look around, your eyes finding a plaque on the wall. You cross over to read it, groaning quietly. “This is where they house the most poisonous plants. Says here, ‘among them are oleander, nightshade, mistletoe, and foxglove’. Huh. I don’t think I knew mistletoe was poisonous.”

Wonwoo can’t help but laugh as he wanders over to a cluster of two foot tall stalks with an assortment of colored flowers. “These are poisonous?” He crouches down to read the small sign staked into the ground in front of them, raising his eyebrows. “Foxglove. They look too pretty to be deadly.”

You swallow as he speaks, licking your lips as your eyes move over him. “Could say the same thing about you,” you mutter under your breath.

“What?”

“Nothing!” You clear your throat as he stands, turning away from him towards a padded bench at the center of the building. You sit and smooth your hands over your thighs, doing your best to ignore the amused look on Wonwoo’s face.

He stands and moves to sit next to you, sitting with his body angled towards you. “You still think I’m deadly?” he asks.

You roll your eyes and scooch back from him a tiny bit. Space is necessary between you two. “You did drug me the other night. So, yeah. And you’re wrong, about not doing anything illegal. That seems like a pretty illegal thing to do,” you point out, raising your eyebrows at him.

He grimaces and lets his head drop in shame. “That really wasn’t my finest moment. Good intentions carried out in a horrendous way.” He pauses as he looks back up at you, apology written all over his face. “I really shouldn’t have done it. I don’t think I can ever apologize enough. And honestly, I don’t ever expect you to forgive me for it. I wish I would have made a better impression on you,” he finishes, his voice quiet as he reaches up to brush hair from your forehead.

You draw in a slow breath as his fingertips brush your hairline, your skin feeling as if it were on fire. “I wish you did too,” you reply in a near whisper.

He leans in as he rests his palm against your jaw, studying you carefully. “Will you let me try to make it up to you? I know I never could fully, but I could give it my best shot,” he says softly, his thumb ghosting across your bottom lip.

“You can do your best.”

And with that, his lips meet yours. His hand keeps a hold of your jaw as his lips move over yours, allowing you to deepen it if you wish, even if he wants to. He shifts slightly so he can move closer to you, relieved that you don’t move away again.

Your heart is crashing within your chest as you kiss, and you reach up to rest a hand on his wrist. You want more, and you are surprised at yourself for nearly craving it. You furrow your brow as you allow yourself to deepen the kiss, brushing your tongue across his lips. Your other hand finds its way to the side of his neck, holding him to you as his tongue tangles with yours.

The kiss only lasts for seconds, though it feels like minutes. You finally break away and are breathing heavily, eyes closed as you rest your forehead against his. “Well… um… that’s a good start… I guess,” you breathe.

He scoffs at your words, though amused, and pulls you to him again. This time, the kiss is more intense, as if he’s trying to prove something to you. You suppose, in a way, he is. How sorry he is. How he’s innocent of anything you think him of. How much he actually wants you.

You start to lay back as you two continue to kiss, wrapping an arm around his shoulders so you can keep him close to you. You’re grateful when he moves with you, hovering over you on the bench. You don’t even care if you're in the middle of poisonous plants, or that you’re even in a public area. You just want him, and it’s clear he wants you too.

He finally separates from your mouth, only to trail his lips down your face and to your neck. “You look so fucking sexy in this suit. No shirt under the blazer,” he mumbles against your skin, before dragging his tongue down between your breasts. “I was praying for the slightest peek this whole time.”

You can’t help the whine that escapes you as he speaks and kisses you, your back arching into his touch. “No one was going to get one. I made sure of it,” you joke with a half laugh.

“I’ll have to get a good look later then.” He lifts his head to look up at you, a cat-like smirk pulled across his lips. “Right now, I am trying to do my best,” he adds teasingly.

You don’t get a chance to reply before he lifts himself up a little, his fingers finding the buttons to your pants quickly. Your eyes go wide as you watch him quickly undo them, though you don’t try to stop him. “Jeon Wonwoo, do you mean to fuck me in front of the foxglove and mistletoe?” you hiss.

He shrugs as he tugs your pants down to your ankles, pulling your underwear with them. He stands and quickly does the same with his own pants and briefs. “I mean to fuck you in front of the foxglove and mistletoe,” he says as he lays back down over you again, his hand finding  your pussy.

A moan falls from your mouth as his fingers slowly tease your clit, and you know he can feel the wetness pooling between your legs. You never had someone get you this wet this fast, and you certainly weren’t complaining. You spread your legs as much as you can, with your pants literally around your ankles, as he slips a finger inside you.

“I can’t wait until I can really get to know you. Make sure I explore everything about you,” he whispers into your ear, his thumb circling your clit slowly. “When we’re not surrounded by plants that could actually kill you.”

You let out a breathy laugh at his words, though your mind is too hazy to fully comprehend what he is saying. Before you can say anything in response, his finger leaves you so he can wrap his hand around himself. You lick your lips as he lines himself up, your eyes finding him as he teases you with his tip. “If you don’t stop that, I will push you into a plant,” you threaten, though you know there’s no way it’d ever happen.

He chuckles and slowly pushes himself into you, causing you to gasp in pleasure. “You feel better than I imagine, ace. So fucking good,” he moans as feels you clench around him.

You move your hips against him, hoping it would get him to move. You fist his jacket in your hands as his cock hits your spot just right, whining as you match his thrusts. You hold him to you tightly, biting on his collar to keep from being too loud. The last thing you want is for someone to find you two, and ruin a good thing.

He speeds up his thrusts, panting into your neck as you match his pace. The urgency to finish doesn’t diminish the pleasure for either of you, nor does the threat of being caught. Wonwoo would swear that it is actually making you more excited, even if you don’t realize it.

It’s not too long before you can feel the coil tighten in you, and you find his lips with yours once again. This time, the kiss is messier, more desperate, and needy. You need him, as much as he needs you. Both of you chasing your high in the middle of some greenhouse, sweating through the fabric of your suit jackets.

You can feel the tip of his cock drag across your g-spot, bringing you closer and closer. You clench down as he thrusts into you hard, hitting you deeper, and it sends you spiraling. You keep your lips locked with his, tongues tangled together as your orgasm hits you in waves.

He helps you ride it out, which only brings him to his own climax. He finally pulls back from you, nearly gasping for breath as he spills into you. His quiet groans fill your ears as he slows his movements, before he finally stops and holds himself above you on his elbows.

You are breathing hard as you look up at him, reaching up to wipe the sweat off his forehead with a laugh. “Well, you might be on the right track,” you tease softly.

He grins at your words, before pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “Good.” He pauses as he glances around, before resting his forehead against yours. “We should get out of here, before both of us are literally caught with our pants down,” he whispers.

You hum in agreement and smile. “Yeah. And now I’m going to have to find another story.”

Wonwoo lifts his head and smiles down at you, tipping his head to the side as he studies you for a moment. “You really think I’m pretty?”

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Late night surprise

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 12

Prompt: Only one bed

Rated: G

CW: Aftermath of trauma

Tags: Fuff; Humor; Post Vecna; Established relationship; Platonic Stobin supremacy; There may be several beds, but only one of them has Steve in it

Notes: Another collab with the incredible @house-of-the-moving-image, the art is here! They're all so cute and scrungly and eepy, look at them!!!

The neon letters of the alarm clock read 01:57 when Eddie is startled by the sound of frustrated tossing and turning.

“Grmph?” he makes and sluggishly turns over. 

“Hey,” Steve interrupts his wrestling match with the pillow and smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“‘s okay,” Eddie mutters, scooting closer into Steve’s warmth, linking their fingers. Steve lets him in willingly, sighs when Eddie kisses his knuckles. “Have you slept at all?” 

Steve shrugs, even though it ends up as more of a weird, one-shouldered twitch, all mushed together under the covers as they are. Eddie frowns, squeezes his fingers a little tighter. 

“Bad night?” 

“Not really,” Steve smiles. “Just … y’know when you’re real tired, but your brain won’t shut the fuck up?” 

Eddie huffs. “Sure do.” 

They just lie for a while, exploring the shape of each other’s hands, the rise and fall of each other’s chests. 

“You ever tried warm milk with honey?” Eddie asks. In the dim glow of the alarm clock, Steve’s brow furrows. “Wayne used to make it for me when I was a kid. Call it the placebo effect, but it always knocked me right out. I can fix you one?” 

Even in the dark, he can see how Steve’s eyes light up. “You would?” 

Eddie softly kisses the tip of his nose before peeling himself from the sheets. “Sure thing, sweetheart. Anything for you.” 

*

Nothing will ever quite make up for your home being cleft in half by an interdimensional rift, but Eddie must admit that the house that came with the government hush money has its perks. One of them being two bedrooms, so he doesn’t have to worry about waking up Wayne as he bustles around in the kitchen. 

He stirs the milk in its pot to keep it from burning and watches the little bubbles rising to the top. 

Nights used to be terrifying, right after … everything. For the longest time, he thought he'd never be able to sleep without nightmares again. It was only after weeks, when he passed out against Steve's shoulder during a movie, that Steve told him it was the same for him. For Buckley and Wheeler and most of the others, too. That he didn’t have to suffer through this alone. (“You’re one of us now, Eds. And we take care of each other.”) 

This is how it started. Late night calls after nightmares. Eddie sneaking into Steve’s house in the dark to crawl into bed with him - more often than not to find Robin or one of the kids already there. Steve coming over to Eddie’s if he was too shaken to drive. Holding the memories and the monsters at bay through shared warmth and touch, the feeling of a familiar body close by, the rise and fall of another chest. 

At some point, they stopped going to their separate houses to sleep. At some point, the touches became intentional rather than fleeting, turned into entwined fingers, into hands carding softly through hair, into lingering kisses and whispered confessions. Even the nightmares are slowly starting to fade.

They've come a long way, he guesses. 

He hums to himself while he stirs a generous amount of honey into the mug of warm milk, then pops the spoon into his mouth while he shuffles back to his room. 

“Voilà, ‘ere iz your order, monsieur,” he announces, pushing the door open and slipping into the silly French chef persona that always makes Steve roll his eyes and giggle adorably. “One cup of our finest ‘omemade- what the fuck?” 

The room is still dark. 

Steve is still in bed. 

Only now he's fast asleep. 

He also isn't alone.

There's another person sprawled half on top of him in a heap of gangly limbs. A person with a bird's nest of dirty blonde hair, wearing a checkered pair of boxers and Steve's faded swim team shirt.

“What the hell, Buckley?” Eddie mutters. 

Robin snores. 

“Aw, c'mon,” Eddie grouses. He sets the mug down on the nightstand and crouches down so that he can poke her. “I was gone for what? Five minutes? When did you even- ow, son of a …” 

Because Robin has thrown out a flailing arm, and he just caught an elbow to the face. Eddie cradles his stinging nose and watches how she snuggles closer to Steve with a satisfied huff. Steve sighs and smiles in his sleep. 

“Seriously now,” Eddie grunts, tries to wiggle into what little space is still unoccupied on the mattress. “That's my boyfriend, Bucks. Not to mention my bed. At least lemme- woah!” 

A bony knee hits him in the stomach. He slips and lands square on his ass on the cold floor, taking the comforter with him.

“Eds,” Steve grumbles. “Don't steal the covers.” 

Eddie flies to his feet, snarky remark ready on his tongue-

-and stops.

Because Steve and Robin look … well, they look funking adorable, okay? What kind of guy would he be to wake them? It would be like frightening a cuddle pile of cute little puppies, and contrary to what the general public may think, Eddie isn't the type who harms puppies. Or tears pretty boys who have finally fallen asleep apart from their platonic soulmates. 

Eddie sighs and drapes the comforter back over the pair, leaning over Robin's limp form so that he can drop an awkwardly angled kiss to Steve’s temple. 

“Sleep well, you dumbasses. See ya tomorrow.” 

He grabs an afghan from the desk chair, makes for the door, then turns back and takes the mug of warm milk with him. If he's gonna sleep on the couch, he might as well get cozy. 

He may have to invest in a larger bed.

All my holiday drabbles

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[whimsical-roasting]

Jamie Tartt and the Five Love Language

THERES SO MUCH I COULD SAYYY and special thanks to @caapsiizzereads for helping me brainstorm some of these!! ugh just wanna love on the babyboy so much yknow??

TELL ME IF THERE'S MORE YOU CAN THINK OFFFFF

Words of Affirmations:

HE HAS A PRAISE KINK. ITS LITERALLYYYYYYY CANNON 

Babyboy is so precious…… he knows how it feels not to get kind words, and so he just can’t help but give them out to you

“Woah, babe…your mind..” in a stunned manner when you go off about something you’re passionate about

“You’re everything to me,” he whispers at night as you fall asleep

Has a shared spotify playlist that you both can collab on, and it’s just songs (lyrics) that remind you of each other!! Jamie plays it when he’s heading to away games in the coach, and it makes him feel a bit calmer 

Giving you ALL the praise and dirty talk during sexy time “you’re so fucking beautiful”, “you make me feel so so good” “holy fuck angel” 

Sometimes just stares at you randomly with a goofy look and you’re like ??? what ??? what is it ?? did he realise i’m ugly or my nose is weird or wHAT !!!???!! and he’s just like, “you look like sunshine”, all smitten and shit

Kisses each feature on your body and says “my favourite” to every. single. one.

“I believe in ya!”

Desperately wants to make sure you guys have a couple’s song - something meaningful that describes how he feels about you that he can play for you both… like Sweet Nothings by Taylor Swift/Hearts Don’t Break Around You by Ed Sheeran/Simple Things by Miguel 

Plays that song after fights when the silences are still tender; when you’re drunk and slow dancing in the kitchen at 3am; when you’re getting dressed for a gala, and he’s fixing his hair, and you’re putting on your earrings

“I adore you, sweetheart”, “you look like a pretty flower”, “me heart fuckin sings seeing ya”

Physical Touch:

Absent-mindedly plays with your hair

Nuzzles face into your neck and then peppers kisses on your shoulder

Massages/scratches your scalp cause he knows how good it feels when you do it for him

Traces patterns on your knee and thighs if you sit next to him

Gotta be holding hands at all times

Pinky promises are sacred… probs locks pinkies and then kisses his thumb to “stamp it” 

Slapping his ass as he walks past you, and so he’s always covering his butt, complaining “babeeee you can’t do thattttt”, but then he’ll be all pouty if one day you don’t slap his ass when he walks past… “do you not love me anymore?”

He will randomly come up to you, wrap your arms around you, getting as close as possible and tuck his face between your shoulder and neck, saying that he’s recharging

Always gotta be touching some part of you.. it’s the only way to live tbh

Gift Giving:

Remember when Jamie was like, “can’t I just buy them all PS5s as a sorry??” “what better thing to spend money on than love?“ LMFAOOOO babyboy :”) he means well

The amount of effort he put into Roy’s gift for Uncle’s Day <3 

Jamie would fucking love getting you fancy, expensive gifts around big occasions (birthdays, holidays etc.) 

BUT I think he’d also love getting you smaller gifts like… Sunday morning flowers, or stocking up on different kinds of herbal tea in his kitchen cause he knows sometimes you’re in the mood for a random cuppa on quiet evenings

Personally, someone like me loves cute tea cups/mugs, so I think buying two mugs to keep in his house cause “they’re so cute, and I wanted them for us” would make him so happy!! He doesn’t even use them all that much, but just seeing them in the cupboard makes him smiley

The kind to want matching outfits or colour-coordinated outfits - most def would buy you both matching sneakers (so would Isaac/most of the team with his S/O)

Gets you a ‘J’ gold chain and wears a gold one with your initial 

If he sees some targeted ad on your insta or something for what you’ve searched up he’s like hmmm,,,,,,i might just,,,*add to cart*

Quality Time:

Wants to spend all his time with you!! Ofc he does!!! 

Is happy to just sit in silence, stroking your calves he watches tiktok with your legs on his lap!! Esp if you’re like reading/doing work on your laptop

He just wants to be there yknow? And he tries not to be annoying but the little puppy can’t help but wanna talk and touch and, ultimately, annoy you

Tries to invite you to all his events? “Can me girlfriend come?” 

Even the ones that aren’t for guests, “babeeee, what do ya mean you won’t come to Colin’s guys' night? I swear they’ll be fine with it…probably!!” “can I come to girl’s night with ya? I’ll let you paint me nails…come on.. Pleaseeee?”

Texts you periodically during the night regardless ahahaha

I like the idea of, “hey I gotta drive somewhere, and it’s gonna take me 30 minutes..can you talk?” whilst one of you is in the car and the other’s at home or, I dunno, has some time during their day 

Date nightssssss every two weeks… OR if the season gets busy and he’s also exhausted from Roy’s trainings then SPECIFIC carved out time to be affectionate and date-y

“I’m so sorry, love, I know we had that reservation tonight, but I came home knackered and just crashed…” “Jaim, it’s okay-” “No, no, it’s not! I’m so fucking dead from training I don’t even get to take ya out anymore! What if- what if you wanted a picnic, huh!” “Baby, it’s okay, really.. How about we set up a picnic on the living room floor and order takeout? Something that Roy’ll let you eat, yea?” “I’m so fucking grateful for ya, angel, I swear” 

He always wants you to watch him score a goal on FIFA cause he’s a child ahahaha… probably teaches you how to play and then pouts when you score as Obisanya 

Wants to try out random hobbies with you - sip and paint cause “I’ll have an excuse to draw outta the lines”; knitting cause “Bumbercatch said it’s soothin, babe”; quick dry clay but he makes a big circular lump at first and grins at you “look babe!! I made a football!” 

Acts of Service:

HIM TEACHING ROY HOW TO RIDE A BIKE 

Makes you coffee once he’s back from his 4am training 

Always offers you his jacket/coat

“I know this was stressing ya, babe, so I took care of it”

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve been practising this dish just for you.. I won’t burn it this time, promise”

Late night cravings???? McDonald’s fries and an Oreo Mcflurry?? He’s already slipping on his jacket and finding his keys (imagine how attentive he’d be with your weird ass pregnancy cravings omg)

ALWAYS opens doors for you... Probably yells “WAIT” when in the car with you just so he can jog out and open your door with a grin 

Always down to carry your purse, puts it on his shoulder like it’s HIS despite having his lil bum bag across his chest

Nightime or morning routine, he probs has to get ready before you so he lays out your skincare for you. Probs adds toothpaste on your brush if he hears you getting ready to enter the bathroom

Probably the main one driving everywhere, but if you drive and need to fill up your tank, he’ll be the one to get out and fill it then pay,,, he’s almost offended that you say you’re capable of doing so yourself, “babe, what am I here for?!”

Tries to eat in accordance with your dietary requirements (e.g. I’m vegetarian) if you guys have date night - or he’ll always have like mouthwash and gum so he can kiss ya later without making you feel uncomfortable!!

“Ooh babe, they have the ravioli ya like and the vodka gnocchi!! Okay, you order the ravioli, and I’ll get the gnocchi and we’ll split, yea?” “Hey Jaim, can we order fries too?” “Fuck yea!”

#jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt #phil dunster #jamie tartt love languages #tell me moreeee #i didn't proof read so gl bae

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Curse The Stars | HJS (M)

🪩 Summary: Meeting someone at the disco to take home for the night is customary for you, especially in your line of work. But meeting this man on this night at this disco feels more like fate as Joshua becomes much more than just your routine one night stand.

🪩 Pairing: Salesman!Joshua x Starlet Afab!Reader

🪩 Genres + AUs: Smut, fluff, a little bitty bit of angst, strangers to lovers, fwb to lovers, 1970s Hollywood au, porn with a lil plot

🪩 Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI)

🪩 Words: 8.4k

🪩 Warnings: Profanity, mentions of alcohol/drinking, poorly written 70s themes and slang (I’m a 90s baby I did my best okay)

🪩 Smut Warnings: Dirty talk, oral (f & m receiving), face-fucking, praise, fingering, pussy slapping, spitting (it’s tame lol), marking, doggy, mating press, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstim, creampie, reader is called good girl once, breeding kink?, big dick!joshua as usual

🪩 Note: Here’s my fic for @svthub’s 70s;teen collab!

This fic was heavily inspired by Virgo’s Groove by Beyoncé. It’s my 2nd favorite song off of Renaissance and as soon as I heard it I knew I needed to write some horny little songfic. At the same time it came out I was rewatching some Home Run performances and Joshua in those stages drives me absolutely insaneeee and here we are 🤗 This was supposed to be much shorter but I got carried away and added a little more plot than intended oops.

Thank you to my amazing, sweet, lovely beta @horanghater. I promise I’ll stop asking you to beta for me last minute!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽 And thank you to the talented and wonderful @playmetheclassics for always making the most gorgeous banners for me! 🥺 💛

“Hi there beautiful, can I trouble you for a dance?”

This isn’t the first time you’ve been approached - not tonight or any night when you find yourself out on the town. You’ve already had a handful of people propose a dance, but all of them were men that did nothing but stare at your tits or give off the finest of sleazebag energy.

This man though…this man is different. 

His round eyes stay locked on yours, an unassuming, even sweet, smile plastered onto his lips that makes the corners quirk upwards. The smile reaches those brown eyes that bat at you and render you speechless for a moment.

He’s pristinely styled, with perfectly slicked back white-blond hair, and wearing fancy attire like everyone else is;  this is a new disco, and only the people with money or connections are allowed in. A freshly pressed blue suit, a very fitting lavender turtleneck, and shiny chains that glisten under the bright lights overhead, all cling to his body in ways that make your eyes linger on him longer than you should.

When he notices you ogling him, his smile becomes more of a smirk, one full of charm, and on any other man, it might’ve been suspicious, but this man has an aura to him that doesn’t make you immediately put your guard up.

“Sure,” you finally say, putting your hand in his outstretched one. With a small wave to your friends who are all giggling behind you, you’re off to the dancefloor, the man’s much larger hand engulfing yours.

With “Last Dance” having just been released, it’s the only thing that’s been playing everywhere you go for the past few weekends and tonight is no different. It plays over the speakers while you and the handsome man dance together, your bodies seeming to know where the other is moving without even having to say anything. Any hesitation that you’d enjoy your time with him fades away as the song plays, both of you singing the lyrics along with Donna Summer as he spins you around. 

Typically after the first dance, you’d prepare to have your partner offer to buy you a drink in the hopes of letting the liquor loosen you up, or they’d even skip straight to the part where they’d offer to find a hotel room nearby for you to be alone. 

Once again, though, he is different. 

This handsome stranger simply asks if you want to keep dancing and you do. Song after song, you stay on the dancefloor under the bright, multi-colored lights, laughing and singing with him until you’re both finally in need of a rest.

“I’m Joshua,” he says loudly when there’s a slight, brief lull in the music. “Joshua Hong.”

“Y/n Y/l/n.” He smiles that sweet smile again and repeats your name back to you.

“Such a gorgeous name, but I would expect nothing less from someone so gorgeous.” The line is cheesy and you’ve heard it too many times, yet somehow, Joshua still manages to make your skin hot.

“I bet you say that to everyone you dance with!”

“Only the ones I really like.” The mischievous quirk of his lips has you rolling your eyes, but you still think it’s cute.

That’s when you decide that you want to be the one to speed the night along this time.

“Wanna get out of here? My place isn’t that far from here.”

Joshua seems surprised, though only momentarily, at your bluntness, but he nods, taking your hand in his again and letting you guide him through the crowd, catching your friends’ attention with a wave on the way out and going out into the crisp fall night.

“How’d you get here?” he asks once you’re out of the doors.

“One of my friends’ boyfriends dropped us off.” He makes a noise of acknowledgement and leads you both to the busy parking lot full of people standing around and laughing, the good times spilling out from inside the bustling building.

Joshua approaches a sleek, teal convertible Cadillac. When you reach the passenger side, he holds the door open for you, gesturing you inside with a bow and flourish of his hand.

“Out of sight! I shoulda known you’d have a fancy car.” With a whistle, you slide in and he gently shuts the door behind you. 

“And why is that?”

“Most actors your age do. I would know - I’m an actress. I’ve had many a fellow actor try and get me in his Caddy.”

Joshua gets in on his side, tilting his head in question. “You think I’m an actor?”

“You’re not?” He shakes his head. “Oh.”

“Why’d you assume that?” At being questioned you clam up, clearing your throat a few times. 

“Well, you’re just, you know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Ugh, because you’re crazy handsome, okay?! You have a face that should be on film, but don’t go getting a big head about it!” You can tell he’s going to do exactly that, the corners of his mouth raising in an infuriatingly attractive way.

“Well thank you, beautiful. Good to know you find me ‘crazy handsome’.”

“Don’t start! Now I have to wonder what it is you actually do.” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Are you a screenwriter? You seem like you have a lot going on upstairs.”

“Thank you, I think? But no way. I wouldn’t even know where to begin writing a movie.”

“Okay, then a singer?”

“I do enjoy music.” At your victorious look, Joshua shakes his head. “But nope, not a singer.”

“What about -”

“What about telling me how to get your place so we can leave the parking lot?” 

“Oops.” You had been so wrapped up in marveling at the fresh leather and knowing a little more about your partner for the night that you nearly forgot you’re still surrounded by the nightlife in the parking lot.

The drive to your apartment is only about ten minutes away. Between telling Joshua where to turn, you sing along to the radio. Now that you’re not being inundated with booming music, you get a chance to hear Joshua’s singing voice and it only serves to leave you breathless. 

His voice is so soft and sweet yet confident as he hits the notes effortlessly. Momentarily you falter, forgetting to warn him of the next turn simply because you’re too busy staring at him slack-jawed.

He has to call your name to bring your brain back from the Joshua-shaped hole it was slipping into just listening to him. You point out the final right turn to him, doing your best to ignore how much more handsome he is out of the bright disco lights with just the moonlight illuminating his immaculate features.

As soon as you step inside, he’s taking in your apartment, complementing your pad, your choice of furniture, and the paintings hanging on your walls. You, on the other hand, have only one thing on your mind. 

When you approach Joshua, stopping him mid-sentence with your lips as he’s asking you a question about your record collection, he’s surprised, but only momentarily as he kisses you back, warm hands cupping your face. 

Joshua fucks you stupid into your mattress that night. Making you cum over and over again with his dirty words and names and his big dick keeping you full and satisfied more than any other hookups from nights past.

When he finally lets you rest, body spent and listless, you all but pass out on his chest with him making no move to leave you alone for the night which is enough to have you dreaming about him when your tired eyes slip closed.

When you wake up the following day it’s to an empty bed and a note on your nightstand.

Sorry to leave you like this beautiful, but I’ve got work. 

I’d love to dance with you again. Call me xo

Joshua

His phone number stares back at you at the end of his note and you mull over the idea of calling him before putting the note in your nightstand drawer instead. You can’t say you’ve ever had a hookup earnestly leave their number, so you need to let the thought of calling him back ruminate.

By the next weekend, Joshua is still on your mind and you find out that you can say the same for him. You’re back at the disco with your friends, the one you met him at, and when you’re at the bar getting drinks, a familiar voice sounds in your ears.

“You know, I waited by the phone for you all week. I was pretty hurt when every time it rang you weren’t on the other line.”

You practically jump out of your skin when Joshua appears, a pout on his pretty lips as he hovers close to your side.

“I…I um,” you stammer. You hadn’t expected to see him again, especially not so soon.

“If you don’t wanna see me again-”

“I do!” The words tumble out, cutting him off and he snickers at your eagerness. “I mean, I do wanna see you again. Truth be told, I’ve never had someone leave me their number and honestly want me to call them. It’s usually just for show.” Anytime a number was scrawled on your arm or a business card was left and you called the day after, you were usually met with disinterest or a nonchalant promise to meet up again. They never kept their promises.

“I wouldn’t leave my number if I didn’t want you to use it. I swear.” Joshua’s smile is sincere. His eyes meet yours, pinning you in place, and soon neither of you are moving or speaking - only searching the other for the answer. Eyes are the window to the soul, and when you search Joshua’s all you can find is honesty and gentleness and you allow yourself to believe it.

“Okay. I’ll call you later this week?”

“I hope you do, but do I have to wait that long to spend time with you or do you wanna get under that disco ball with me?” 

The idea to buy a drink is forgotten when you take Joshua’s hand and get lost in him and the music all over again. 

That night ends up the same as before with you in his car being driven to your apartment.

Tonight, though, your destination is your couch, talking to one another, drinks in hand to keep the mood comfortable. Joshua is an incredible listener, nodding along in a way that you know he’s truly taking your words in, and asking you questions about yourself. He asks what got you into acting and where you’re from. He asks about your friends, your favorite restaurants, and your favorite things to do when you’re not working.

If you rack your brain, you can’t remember the last time you had a meaningful conversation with a partner. It’s…different, in a good way.

You find out that he was invited to the disco you met at by a friend of his named Taehyung, whose name you had heard in your circle before. Hollywood isn’t that big a place.

“So, I completely forgot to ask, what movies have you been in? Truth be told, I don't recognize your name or your face, and believe me, I'd remember if I saw such a stone-cold fox on the big screen.” His words are flirty, but he asks with genuine interest.

“Well, I’ve only been in a few films, but they’re probably not ones you’ve seen.”

“Try me.” After you name the five medium-sized, indie films you have a spot on the credits in, Joshua tries to nod along but you can tell how obvious it is that he hasn’t seen any of them.

“That’s okay. I wanna be the next Pam Grier or Cicely Tyson, but I’ve still got a long way to go.”

“Hey, I’m sure you will be. No - I know you will. I can tell you’re gonna be a real star.” There’s no hint of sarcasm behind what he says. He’s so sure of himself - of his words - and a warmth overtakes you, settling deep in your chest.

“Thank you.” Your words are bashful and he seems to notice, scooting across the mustard-colored fabric of your couch, closer to you.

“Anyway, what do you do other than make people all flustered just for fun?”

“I work with people,” Joshua answers with a chuckle, taking a sip of his drink.

“You work with people?”

“Yep, all types of people. Demanding people, nice people, some of the worst people I’ve ever met. You name it.”

“I work with people too, Joshua, and we already established you’re not an actor.”

“I could never be an actor. I don’t think I have it in me.”

“Okay, so what are you then?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you do?”

“For what?”

“For work, Joshua!” Throwing your hands in the air at his back and forth you nearly knock your drink over, but catch it in time, setting the glass on the oak coffee table, not noticing when you completely miss your coaster.

Joshua laughs, commenting on how cute you look frowning at him like this. “I’m a salesman.”

“Is that all? Jesus, stop being so weird and elusive. What do you sell? Houses? Some fancy, shiny cars or something?” 

His expression stays neutral, suddenly transfixed by the ice swirling in his cup.

“Joshua?”

He heaves a sigh and finally meets your eyes. 

“Washing machines,” his words come out in a rush. “Appliances in general, but I uh, I’ve sold the most washing machines in my department.” He takes a hearty sip of his drink, not meeting your stare.

“Okay? What’s the problem with that?” 

“I - you don’t care?”

“Why would I?”

Joshua chuckles, running a hand through his neatly styled platinum hair. “Whenever I’m on this side of town, the second someone finds out I’m not an actor or model or whatever they assume I am, usually they lose interest in me. I know we’ve only seen each other twice but I really like spending time with you. I was worried you’d tell me to get out or something.” 

The man whom you’ve only known for a week at best and who always looks so confident and self-assured is wringing his hands in front of you, an air of nervousness surrounding him. 

“Lucky for you, I’m not as shallow as the other folks in Hollywood and I don’t care what you do. Besides, spending time with you is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” Joshua seems to search your face for any hint of doubt behind your words, but he finds none. 

He takes this as a cue to lean over and kiss you and you don’t think twice to kiss him back, melting into his lips and his hold.

Once again, Joshua fucks you within an inch of your life, staying over again, but this time he doesn’t have work until a little later so he sleeps in with you. After breakfast, he props you on your laminate counters and rocks your world, the remainder of your eggs and toast left cold on the side.

Joshua Hong is quickly proving to be someone you’re unable to let go of and you’re starting to believe that you don’t want to.

You and Joshua expertly fall into a groove. The next few months with him are the same; meeting at the disco on the weekends, sometimes he comes over during the week after you’ve been on the phone for a few hours, and he has sex with you on every surface of your apartment (even a few times in his Cadillac he had saved up for), then he sleeps over and goes home, only for you two to do it all over again. It becomes routine and is the very definition of your relationship with him for months.

Joshua is easy to be with and talk to and what you have works with him - you’re comfortable with him - more comfortable than you’ve ever been with a man. 

That’s why it’s so easy to fall in love with him.

You don’t notice it at first and you’re not sure when your enjoyment for being around him morphed into a need to see him or when you went from butterflies fluttering in your stomach when he complimented you to full-on fawning over him internally, but it snuck up on you and hit you like a bus.

The first time it dawns on you is when you’re both cuddled up on your couch, watching a new episode of The Jeffersons. George Jefferson makes a joke that you both find particularly funny, causing you both to erupt in a fit of laughter. You peek over at Joshua and you feel your heart skip a beat. His eyes are in the shape of crescent moons (which you’re realizing you always notice and it always makes you melt) and his radiant smile that makes his whole face light up is as infectious as always, and you can’t help but beam even more. His laugh, always so airy and melodic, rings through your apartment and you think to yourself how much you wish you could hear it every day for the rest of forever.

The next time your feelings make themselves known is when he’s over and he offers to cook you dinner, which you eagerly accept. 

It’s just a simple pasta dish, nothing too fancy, but seeing Joshua float around your kitchen in your frilly red apron does something to you. Every so often he’ll pause in singing along to the record playing in the living room to let you taste the sauce or the noodles, sometimes planting a kiss on your forehead or cheek before feeding you. Your heart (and your pussy) clenches at how attractive he looks and at the thought of seeing him like this more often. And by “more often”, your brain attempts to conjure up the question, “What if you lived together?”

You quickly shake the thought away, scolding yourself. You and Joshua have only been…whatever this is for a little over four months. The idea of living together is simply ridiculous.

It’s when four months roll into six, then eight, and nearly nine that you accept that your thoughts now belong to Joshua Hong and Joshua Hong only. When you start seeing him in the sunshine and away from the bright night lights, you feel the shift in your heart finalizing. In simple flared-bottom jeans and fitting shirts, Joshua is just as stunning and alluring as he is in his finest suits and quaffed hair. He can still make you laugh the same and you have the same meaningful conversations and he can still fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked in your whole life. He’s the same slick guy that dances with you whenever you’re both feeling good and after nearly a year of knowing him, you finally accept that you’re in love with him.

The decision to tell him is one you have to make on your own.

“When are you going to stop messing around with the washing machine salesman?”

“Yeah, you need someone who will put you on the map! What about Hyungwon Chae? He’s been in a few flicks and he’s sooo handsome!”

“Yeah! Oh, or Jungkook Jeon?! His latest album is rumored to be wildly successful and I’ve heard it’ll be just as groovy as his last!”

The conversations with your friends around Joshua are always the same. It doesn’t matter how much detail you go into about the latest sweet thing he’s done for you or the latest concert he took you to or how good he is in bed (you keep that to yourself now since they never appreciate it), it’s always the same criticism. He’s not famous, he’s not rich - he’s just some “normal” guy to them and they can’t seem to fathom why on Earth you’re still seeing him.

They don’t seem to get that he’s so much more than a frequent hookup to you. At least - you want him to be. You can’t tell how he feels or if he wants more, but how will you ever know if you don’t tell him? 

Your heart hammers against your chest at the thought of telling him and having him turn you down. The worst he can do is say he wants to keep your time together the same: doing things that make it feel like you’re more than what you are. Even worse is that he can stop seeing you altogether. Even the whisper of that makes your head hurt and your stomach tangle in unfixable knots.

But then there’s that possibility that Joshua digs you as much as you dig him, if not more. That possibility is what burrows deep into your brain and gives you the confidence you need to tell him. 

Confidence or delusion - either way, it’s a chance you’ll take. 

As an actress, you have to remind yourself that life is full of risks. You wouldn’t have any of the flicks on your resume that you do if you didn’t go to those auditions, put yourself out there, and give it your all. That’s what you want to do with Joshua - it’s what you need to do. You don’t need so-called friends to tell you that.

You have to tell him. You have to know if he’s also too nervous to admit his feelings or if you’re being foolish and pining for nothing. He’s quite possibly the love of your life and you need to tell him.

You don’t see Joshua for two weeks after you realize how you feel about him. Between his extra shifts and a rush of auditions from your manager, life seems to keep you apart for much longer than you’d like. 

It’s when you finally have a night to yourself, away from the hustle and bustle that you get the time you’ve been yearning for.

You’re stepping out of the tub when you hear your phone ringing, the shrill sound breaching your quiet evening.

“I’m coming!” You call out to no one, slipping on your fluffy robe and slippers before shuffling through the apartment and to the kitchen. You make it just in time, picking up the pink phone dangling from the wall.

“Hello?” The tone you take on is slightly annoyed, hoping the caller knows you’re unhappy with the interruption.

“Hey, beautiful. Hope I’m not interrupting your night.” The smooth sound of Joshua’s voice melts you on the spot, expertly deflating your growing irritation as easily as popping a balloon.  You’re embarrassed to admit just how easily Joshua Hong can get you to abandon anything else that isn’t him. 

“Hey, Shua. No, I’m just at home tonight. I just got out of the tub.”

“Oh yeah? No big fancy parties with your fancy friends?” 

“Nope. It’s just me, all alone with no plans for the rest of the night.” Your fingers tangle in the phone cord, wrapping the springy wire around your hand.

“I see. That sounds pretty boring if you ask me,” he hums, quickly picking up what you’re putting down. “No one to talk to or spend time with.” 

“Hmm yeah, you’re right. Just me, myself, and I, all alone here,” your true intentions behind those words dripping from your flirty tone like honey. Not even five minutes ago that sounded like a perfect evening, but you already know why he’s calling, and spending the night with Joshua sounds like a much better option. 

“Such a shame for you to be home alone all night. Maybe you can get someone to keep you company?”

“I think I’ll have to. I just don’t know what to do with myself otherwise. Plus, I’m feeling awful lonely.”

“Well we wouldn’t want you to be lonely now would we?” Joshua is smirking into the phone, and you can so clearly envision his grin with mischief written all over his pretty face. He wants you to initiate tonight and he’ll go back and forth as long as you’ll let him. Typically you have no problem keeping up with his snark, but the sound of his voice alone has you craving him like some sex-crazed lunatic.

Which you suppose you are when it comes to Joshua.

“Baby,” you breathe out, deciding you’re yearning for him far too much to play this game tonight. “Please come over?” You make sure to add a sprinkling of a whine at the end of your request, punctuating the entirety of your words with a tiny moan. 

Joshua hums into the phone, pretending to think even though you both already know his answer.

“And how could I say no to you, hmm?” Joshua shuffles on the other end, his voice lowering an octave, but volume loud and clear to you. “I’m done work in a few. Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be over to see you. Think you can wait up for me, darling?”

“Always, Shua,” the implication behind his words has you buzzing with excitement, your own voice lowering in a hushed tone even though you’re home alone.

“See you soon, beautiful.”

As soon as the phone hangs up you rush into action, shuffling back to your bathroom to completely dry off and moisturize your skin. With styled hair and a spritz of Joshua’s favorite perfume on you, you slip into your favorite silk nightie, the one that dusts your ankles with the slit in the side that goes up to the middle of your thigh. You don the matching robe and put on one of your favorite records, mixing two drinks after you do so. 

Just as you’re about to sit down there’s a knock on your door. Your stomach does flips as you go to answer it. You hadn’t known when you wanted to tell Joshua that you want him as more than a friend he sleeps with every weekend, but this feels like the right time. Truth be told you don’t know when the right time even is, but the longer you wait the more it’ll gnaw at you and won’t leave you alone.

“Look at you,” Joshua wraps his arms around you as soon as you let him in, drawing you into his embrace. He places a kiss on your lips, lingering for a second before pulling away. You hate the way you want to chase his lips.

He follows you into the living room, sinking into the couch next to you and you hand him the drink you made. 

“It’s just an old-fashioned, nothing fancy.”

“An old-fashioned is pretty fancy to me. You didn’t have to make me anything, darling.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to.”

Your words earn you another kiss, this time on your cheek and you get a new round of tingles across your body.

Joshua tells you about his day as you sit and drink together and the whole thing feels so painfully domestic. And you want it to be, so badly. Not that you want to stop acting - it’s been your dream as long as you can remember so you would never abandon it, but you want Joshua to be a part of this now and a small piece of you worries that he won’t want to. Hollywood isn’t for everyone and he’s voiced time after time how he could never see himself in showbiz or the business in general. But that’s fine with you. The time you’ve spent with Joshua far surpasses anyone else in the business you’ve ever given your time to anyway.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?”

“I lost you for a moment there. I didn’t mean to bore you with my department store tales,” Joshua chuckles, sipping his drink.

“No, you could never bore me! I was just thinking is all.”

“About?”

“You,” your answer is automatic and it’s the truth.

“Oh yeah?” You nod in response as Joshua tilts his head at you, eyes sparkling as he looks you over. “C’mon. Let’s boogie.” He puts his glass down and grabs your hand instead, leading you to the middle of your living room. 

Minnie Riperton serenades you as Joshua brings you closer, your bodies slotting together perfectly as you sway to the music. He hums along, his eyes closing as he dips you for show, both of you sharing a giggle as he brings you upright.

These are the moments that let you know that you’re in love with Joshua Hong. Everything he does, everything he says, it’s all with a tenderness and a care that you’ve never experienced, but it still makes you feel incredibly special.

The beginning chords of “Lovin' You” fill the room, as Joshua’s fingers dance across your waist.

“I love this song.” He begins humming along again, and this is the moment you’ve been waiting for, you think, sucking in a huge breath of air.

“And I love you,” the words fall from your mouth before you can think twice and you do your damndest to make yourself sound confident.

Joshua’s smile slips in an instant, his expression turning serious. “What?”

“I’m into you, Joshua. So much. I wanna be more than what we are.” He’s stopped swaying completely, neither of you moving. The only sound other than the song still playing is the sound of the blood rushing loudly through your ears.

“Y/n…”

Your heart is this close to shattering into a million pieces. “What, you don’t like me back?”

He must notice your forlorn expression, because he reaches for you again, gently touching your arm. “No, it’s not that I just…” 

“What is it then? Huh?”

Joshua heaves out a sigh, eyes closing before fixing you with a steady gaze. “I just sell washing machines, Y/n. I don’t have some bright future like you. I’m not getting a star on the Walk of Fame. I’ll get promoted to a store manager at best. I’m not like you.”

You blink at him, taking in his words. “That’s what you’re worried about?! Joshua, I don’t fucking care! I wouldn’t care if you worked at a factory or were a carpenter. Hell, I wouldn’t care if you were unemployed - I like you for you. No, I love you. I love you for your heart and your sense of humor and how sweet you are to me and how you actually, genuinely care about me and my interests and my dreams. I love you for every little thing about you, Joshua. Not for how much money you make or any of that.”

He’s silent, letting you pour your words out, your thoughts flowing from your mouth like a broken faucet. “Y/n…” he finally starts. The fear that he’ll turn you away just because he feels like he’s not enough grips you. Your ears tune into the song still playing and you do the first thing you can think of to get him to stop. You sing.

“Lovin' you I see your soul come shinin' through…”

He looks confused, almost unsure if you’ve truly begun to sing to him. “Y/n -”

“And every time that we oooooh. I'm more in love with you.”

“I’m-”

“La la la la la la la…do do do do do-“

Joshua closes the small gap between you two, his lips colliding with yours, putting a stop to your serenade before you can hit Minnie Riperton’s falsetto. You don’t object in the slightest, kissing him back with all your might.

“Did it work?” You mumble against his lips as you separate. “Did I get through to you? Are you staying?”

“I mean, you definitely made me lose track of what I was thinking of saying to you. I think I also know why you told me that one time that you’ve never considered being a singer.”

His teasing earns him a push against his chest, barely even moving under your force. “I pour my heart out to you in song and this is what I get?!”

He dodges the remainder of your playful hits and grasps your hands in his, his thumbs caressing your skin.

“Seriously, Y/n. I’m just a guy who works at Sears. Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you want me like that?” You can’t help but lift a hand and smooth out the crinkles on his forehead with your thumb, attempting to push the frown off of his perfect face.

“The only other time I’ve been this sure about something I wanted was when I knew I wanted to be an actress.” His eyes shine as you speak, searching for sincerity. “Do you want me like that?” 

“God, yes, I do. I have for months.” 

Relief washes over you, putting you at ease. “Then you can have me. In any and every way.”

Joshua doesn’t hesitate in the slightest. Soft lips meld into yours, your body molding against his as he holds you around the waist. His hands roam your body, his touch leaving searing warmth in its wake. He kisses you, sufficiently taking your breath away as he does. Your fingers card through his platinum locks, mussing the strands, but he pays it no mind as his lips trail from yours, down to your jaw and your neck. Joshua is nothing short of an expert when it comes to your body and the places you like to be touched and kissed.

When he reaches the most sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that makes your toes curl, he sucks, sinking his teeth into the soft skin. A sharp cry slips out of your mouth as he nibbles on the skin, sucking hard enough that there’ll surely be a mark there in the morning. 

His hands wrap around you, palming your ass through your nightie and bringing your body impossibly closer to him. His erection strains against his corduroy pants, hard and aching just for you. You heave a heavy sigh when he finally leaves the patch of skin he’s working at alone, only to move to another swatch of skin. Your knees almost give out and you have to grab onto his blazer to stay upright. 

Joshua’s hands roam over the silk and he continues to spend extra time on your most sensitive of areas before he decides he’s satisfied with the marks he’s decorated you with. He moves to kiss you again and with each slide of his lips against yours feeling more frantic by the second, so does his grip until his fingers catch on the knot of your robe, tugging it gently.

“Can I…?” he questions into your mouth.

“You never have to ask.” His lips curl into a smile against yours as he makes quick work of removing your robe and tossing it aside. He gently bunches up the fabric of your nightgown and eases it up and over your head, letting the fabric fall to the floor.

Now with no barrier between his wandering hands and your bare skin, Joshua’s hands move across you with purpose, one hand cradling your lower back and pushing you into him again. The other beelines for one of your breasts, his large hand scooping one up to knead at. He kisses you with so much hunger you can feel the need rolling off of him in waves and his hands that paw at you serve to make you even wetter.

He bucks his hips shallowly against you and your need for him reaches an all-time high. When you pull away, Joshua looks forlorn at losing your warmth, but when you drop to your knees in front of him, letting the brown shag underneath you dig into your skin, his expression morphs into one of excitement.

Hands work at his belt buckle, undoing it, then his pants, and you help him step out of the fabric along with his underwear. His cock, in all of its thick, throbbing glory feels as heavy as always in your hands when you pump him a few times, watching the precum bead at his tip. Wrapping your lips around the bulbous head, you suckle at it a few times, loving the way that Joshua starts breathing heavily above you, one of his hands coming up to settle on the back of your head.

You ease his length into your mouth bit by bit, enjoying the way the thickness stretches your lips and your throat as you take him in. You clench around nothing, already anticipating that same stretch in your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, just like that, darling,” Joshua grunts when you finally take him as far as you can fit him in your mouth, your hands wrapping around the rest of him. Your head bobs in tandem with your hands as you stroke him, letting him hit the back of your throat. 

Both of Joshua’s hands are on your head now, his fingers getting caught in your hair as he tugs a few times. You’ve had his dick down your throat enough times to know what he wants, so you go slack, letting him fuck your mouth, gagging each time he pushes your head to meet his thrusts.

Your eyes slip closed, letting him use your mouth to the pace he wants. Your core throbs almost painfully as you suck him off and you have to rub your thighs together to feel any semblance of relief, although it’s nowhere near enough.

Joshua stills his hips then, keeping his length buried in your throat, your nose touching his pubic bone as you slowly breathe out of it. You swallow around him a few times, Joshua letting out a long, rumbling groan from his chest before pulling you back, his cock leisurely sitting against your lips, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

“Keep sucking me off like that and I’ll have to paint your pretty face.”

You suck him in one more time then pull off of him completely with a pop, tongue dipping into his slit just to tease him. “Do it. Want you to cover me in your cum.”

Joshua hisses, the grip on your hair tightening as he pulls you off of his length once and for all. “Fuck, you’re so nasty. Sit on the couch, baby.” 

Ignoring the soreness in your knees, you crawl to the couch and perch on the edge, awaiting Joshua’s next instructions. Joshua unbuttons his shirt, your eyes greedily drinking in every inch of his toned, honeyed skin as he does so. Once he’s fully naked in front of you like he has been so many times before, you lick your lips, wanting nothing more than to cover him in marks of your own.

That will have to wait as it’s Joshua’s turn to drop to his knees and make his way over to you, settling in between your already open legs. His hands, always so big and warm and strong, grip your thighs, spreading them even further, so agonizingly slow. 

“Mmm, there she is - drooling for me already. Crying to be filled up.”

“Josh- shua, please!”

“Please? Please what, sweetheart?” Joshua drags his finger through your sticky folds, watching your arousal coat his fingers.

“Please finger me or fuck me - anything!” 

The smirk that tells you he plans to tease you plays on his lips, the corners quirking up in the most aggravating, charming way.

“Anything?”

“Please!” 

His palm meets your core with force, smacking your pussy and sending a jolt through your whole body. Back arching in the air you let out a tiny scream, and more follow as he does it a second, third, fourth time.

“Joshua, baby, fuck, please!”

“Hmm? Thought you wanted anything I give you? Slapping your greedy pussy isn’t enough?”

Shaking your head vigorously, you beg him for something more. “Wanna be stuffed, please, Shua!”

His eyes darken at your words and he takes a mercy on you, landing two more smacks against your mound before he dips a finger into your core, a sigh of solace leaving you. He watches your mouth hang open as he works his finger in and out at a torturous pace. 

“Always so warm and wet for me.”

“Always,” you assure him. You’ll always be ready for him in any way that he wants you.

Joshua slips a second finger in, stretching your walls more. You can write a whole dissertation about how good Joshua is with his hands and how much you love them, but his pace picks up, sufficiently wiping your brain of any of those eloquent words.

“Fuck!” You yelp as he keeps pumping his fingers into you and leans over to wrap his lips around your aching clit. He sucks at the bud, pistoning his digits and crooking them, his fingertips catching against your g-spot. “Shua!”

“God, I love it when you say my name. Say it again, baby.” To coax you, he flattens his tongue against your clit, putting pressure on it as his fingers move faster, and rougher, bringing you closer to your peak. If it’s up to Joshua, he’d have you cumming until you pass out, but you have to draw the line somewhere after the first night he wanted to see how many times he could get you to cum for him (his record is eight, and you haven’t had the fortitude to let him try and break it just yet).

“Joshua - Shua, gonna cum!”

“Go on then, do it, baby, cum for me.” He continues to suck on your clit, his teeth grazing the nub a few times and that’s all it takes to have you let go, yelling out Joshua’s name again as you do. He doesn’t give you time to catch your breath because his mouth then latches onto your pussy, tongue darting into your wet heat.

“T-too much!” Your whimpers are half-assed and he knows you don’t actually mean it which is why he keeps at it, slurping your juices and fucking you with his tongue. Joshua hums against you as he goes and it’s embarrassing how quickly you cum again, but your partner loves it, chuckling against you as he laps up your release and places a kiss on your puffy lips.

“You always taste so sweet, baby. Flip over for me?”

“‘Course,” you rasp, turning your already tired body over, Joshua helping with gentle hands on your hips. He stands up, stretching tall as he walks to his forgotten pants and gets out his wallet.

“Damn it,” he huffs, rifling through his wallet and checking the pockets a few more times.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to bring more condoms. You okay waiting for me to -”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. I need you now.”

“Y/n, we’ve never -”

“I know, but I haven’t been messing around with anyone else since we started seeing each other. Have you?” 

“No, I haven’t. How could I when I have a whole you waiting for me here?” Even with your ass in the air and pussy glistening with his spit, it’s the way he says this - with so much care and admiration in his tone - that has you flustered.

Joshua joins you again, hands running down your back, goosebumps popping up on your flesh under his touch. He stops at your ass, squeezing and kneading your cheeks, spreading you open, the cool air of your apartment making you jump.

The chill is quickly replaced with the searing warmth that is Joshua as the tip of his dick nudges your entrance. He purses his lips, leaning over to spit on both his length and your hole before plunging into you. His girth stretches your walls deliciously, inch by inch of him entering you.

You let out an audible shudder as he goes, relaxing your body as best you can as he stuffs you.

“Look at you,” Joshua coos once he’s fully sheathed inside of you. “Taking my fat cock so well, darling.”

“Feels so g-good, Shua. So fucking good.”

“Yeah? I’ll make you feel even better, baby.” Joshua grips your waist and pulls his hips back, all the way until only his cockhead catches at your hole before snapping forward, shoving his dick back into you to the hilt. You can’t help but wail at Joshua’s thrusts, hips meeting you repeatedly as he drives into you over and over again.

Your record still plays in the background, the slaps of Joshua’s skin against yours mixing with the melody along with yours and Joshua’s moans. The drag of Joshua’s dick against your gummy walls has you shuddering underneath him. Without a condom, he feels so much hotter inside of you as every vein, every ridge, every pulse of his cock can be felt with each thrust. 

“Shit, just like that, Shua!” Your neck cranes to look over your shoulder, attempting to gain some leverage against the couch cushions by leaning on your elbows. The sight of Joshua, skin flushed and shining with perspiration, eyebrows knitted in concentration with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth is enough to send you careening towards your end. You don’t get a chance to warn him before it hits you, the building pressure in the pit of your stomach releasing as you’re pushed to let go, burying your face in the cushions with tears pricking at your eyes.

“Fuck, look at you. Couldn’t even hold off from cumming again. You like my cock that much?”

“Yes!” you sob. “So much! So good…” 

Joshua pulls out, you whimpering at the loss of him, but he doesn’t leave you empty for long. Joshua’s big hands help flip you over on your back, ass almost hanging off of the couch. He grasps your thighs, pushing your knees into your chest as he enters you again, burying himself in your messy heat. Joshua’s hips drill into you, balls slapping against your ass each time he surges forward.

Your record has stopped playing by now, the only song sounding through the walls of your apartment are your sobs of Joshua’s name and his grunts as he uses all of his strength. He keeps you pinned between his body and the couch, dick battering your sore cunt as both of you chase your ends.

“Shit, baby you’re so fucking beautiful. Taking my dick like a good girl.”

“Y-yeah. I’m your good girl!”

“Yeah, you are. Always so good. Letting me fuck you raw. Wantin’ me to fill up this filthy little pussy.”

Joshua swivels his hips, tip grazing against your spongey bundle of nerves. “Just like that!”

His hands keep your legs up and spread open as he does what you beg for, repeatedly pounding into your g-spot as your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open as any more sounds die on your tongue.

“Look at you. All fucked out and drunk for my dick. Gonna pump you full of my seed, maybe even fuck a baby into you. Would you like that?”

“Yes! Fuck me, Shua!”

“Fuck yeah, I will. Gonna flood this cunt with my cum and get your belly nice and round. Gonna make you mine forever.”

The Earth shatters around you and a tsunami of fire washes over you when you cum again, your back arching painfully as you scream out for him. Your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his cock like a vice which triggers Joshua’s orgasm.

“Shit - fuck, Iloveyousomuch!” The words tumble from Joshua’s lips as he cums, painting your insides sticky and white. He milks himself as he keeps his pace, his seed spilling out around his cock, leaking out and dribbling down your ass. Feeling him stay true to his word and pump himself dry into you draws a final, much smaller, weaker orgasm out of you as tears fall from your eyes both at the oversensitivity and hearing Joshua say to you what you’ve hoped he would for nearly a year.

Neither of you move, panting like crazy as the sweat on your bodies starts to dry along with the cum still slowly trickling out of you. When Joshua finally eases out his softening length, it’s with a groan on both your parts. Your sore legs lower, limply hanging off of the couch. The sensation of the rest of his cum seeping out of your abused hole and down your legs makes you sigh, your hips wiggling in response.

“Look at you, baby. You’re a mess.” He’s still a little out of breath but still manages to tease you.

“And whose fault is that?” He simply chuckles at you and you watch him through bleary eyes, heave himself off of the couch, and go into your kitchen. 

He’s back in no time, two glasses of water in his hand. He offers you his bicep which you take, using him for leverage to sit up. You eagerly accept the water, downing the glass in less than thirty seconds, dry throat more than grateful.

Joshua’s next to you on the couch, watching you as he hydrates as well. The two of you sit in silence, emptying your cups and catching your breaths. For a moment, you worry that his confession was only in a bout of pleasure, but as if reading your mind he speaks.

“I meant it, you know. I love you.”

That’s all you need to hear to have you practically launching yourself in his lap, your lips crashing into his for a long, but sweet kiss. Joshua cradles your face, kissing you back just as hard, both of you eventually giggling into each other’s mouths. 

When you need to breathe again, you pull away just enough to rest your forehead against his. Joshua’s brown eyes shine as they meet yours, your stomach flipping as you’re reminded for what feels like the 500th time just how handsome he is. 

“I know you already took a bath, but I think we need to get you in the tub again,” he comments, gaze flickering down to the cooling streaks of his cum on your legs. And how he’s all yours.

“Only if you join me this time.”

“Only if you make time to let me take you on a proper date tomorrow night. We’ve spent a ton of time together, but I need to court you for real now.”

“As if I’d say no to you. I’m in love with you after all.” A brilliant, blinding smile takes over Joshua’s face and your heart leaps. No matter how much time you spend with Joshua, you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of laughing with him or smiling with him. And especially not dancing with him. You’ll never tire of that.

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𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 | 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 |

word count - 5,282

genre - smut (MINORS DNI!!!)

warnings - feminine terms, you/your pronouns, bsf! seungmin, cam girl! reader, mutual pining(?), seungmin spoils reader, swearing, sex toys, mentions of jacking off, orgasm denial, hand kink(?), dom!seungmin, sub!reader, pet names (good girl, darling, baby), pussy slapping, slight pet play, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, making out, marking, grinding, oral (m rec), face/throat fucking, dirty talk, begging, forced orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight belly bulge, lmk if I missed anything

You weren’t entirely sure when you had told Seungmin about your job. 

But considering that you had kept it a secret for so long during your friendship, you couldn’t hold it back anymore when it was getting harder and harder to hide the lingerie from him, especially when he’d stay the night at your place.

You had a pretty tame set up, nothing too dramatic, however you had a completely different room for it, and Seungmin was starting to get suspicious when you’d cancel plans with him when a fan of yours wanted a private room with you. 

He sat you down, and made you talk.

-a few months ago-

“What’s going on? You keep canceling pre-made plans and make up some dramatic lie.” He watched your posture shift into a slouch as you sigh. You really couldn’t hide in anymore, could you? He had you cornered.

“Guess I really can’t hide it from you any longer, can I?” You huffed out, clearing your throat as you began to avoid eye contact, something you never really did with him.

“Well…?” He edged on, raising a brow at you.

“I’m a cam girl– more simply put I d–”

“I know what they are…” He almost immediately cut you off before you could start explaining. You watched him relax into the couch, looking at how nervous you seemed.

“Are you uncomfortable with that? At all? I mean you’re my best friend. I don't want you to think I’m like a slut or something..” You began to explain, and that made his brows furrow.

“Why would I think of you as a slut? It’s your life, Y/N. You get to choose what you do for a living, and if making money with your body is what you like doing, then so be it. I wouldn’t think of you any less.” He had such a sweet smile on his face, it made your heart melt from it.

-two weeks before-

Now he was buying you things. He bought your lingerie sets, sex toys you really wanted for some time now, and he’d even watch over and kick out any creeps that showed up, ones that were majorly disrespectful and didn’t respect your boundaries.

..But watching over your lives made him hornier than he thought he’d be. Instead of watching over the entire thing, he’d end up jacking off and trying to line up his release with yours as best as possible. 

Orgasm denial after orgasm denial is what he’d do with you all while kicking people. You would’ve never known though, seeing as he’d be doing this all at his own place. 

At one point he’d even made a second account just to send you money to send out a request. 

You’d follow those requests so well that sometimes he’d cum a little sooner than expected, and it made him cum hard.

He couldn’t take it anymore personally, but there wasn’t exactly anything he could do, after all he was just your best friend, there was no way in hell that you’d ever consider doing something with him on a live.

It was a personal struggle for him too, knowing that he wasn’t the one getting you off and instead it would be the toys he’d bought you a few days prior, he’d even resort to buying a fleshlight, imagining it was you on nights that you didn’t go live. 

At one point, he even started his own account, the main account he’d use to monitor your lives soon became what he would use to release his own stuff. He’d stay faceless for a while, doing audios, talking about wanting to do a collab with someone soon. He’d have plenty of views to be popular, and even told you right when he started.

At one point you even watched his lives and his videos, and it turned you on even more knowing that those moans he’d produce would be so delicious to hear in person.

You’d never ask him though, that made you feel embarrassed if he knew that you were watching his stuff. 

Some nights, you’d find yourself touching yourself to the sound of his voice, melting with every word he’d say.

-one week before-

You were doing a live show. Seungmin was monitoring on his second account, cock in hand as he watched you fuck yourself with a purple dildo, one that he had bought for you three weeks ago. 

It turned him on so much knowing that you were using toys that he had bought for you. He hand wrapped around his length as he pumped it in pace with your hip movements, and soon when his fist wouldn’t be enough, he’d break out the fleshlight, matching the pace. He watched as your hips grinded down on the dildo, a loud moan escaping when you’d reached your g-spot, and it made him groan and throw his head back, just before quickly snapping it back as he watched you make eye contact with the camera.

“I bet you’d love for this to be you, huh? Me riding your cock, makin’ you feel– hnghh– so good underneath me.. f-fuck..”

He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed you. He needed you so bad that he couldn’t help but finally make an undeniable request. He sent so much money you were sure that his second account was rich, considering you didn’t know it was him.

“Meongmeong00! Oh my god! Thank you so much for the 2,000 tokens! Oooo and it says right here you’ve made a request!” You didn’t get off the dildo, and instead you quickly opened the message, making sure you were still on screen the entire time.

You decided to not read the message out loud, not wanting to spoil it.

Meongmeong00: Your shows are always so good, but I’m looking for more. You should do a collab, have someone fuck you for a change. You should check out PuppyM, he’s a camboy but he only does audios.

“Mmmm I can’t promise you anything meongmeong, but I can most certainly try to get in contact.” While it was a bit worrying knowing that someone had suggested you do a collab with your best friend, you decided to ignore it and finish the live. 

You had some talking with Seungmin to do, and soon.

-the evening before-

“Min,, I have something to ask, and if you’re totally weirded out you can just say no.” You started off, the both of you sat on the couch, eating whatever snacks to your heart's content as you watched your show together.

Seungmin looked at you, raising an eyebrow as he hummed in response.

“So one of my biggest supporters, meongmeong00, made a request..”

He knew exactly where this was going, and on the inside he wanted to just admit his dirty tricks, but he didn’t want to spoil it, especially with the fact you looked so cute when you were nervous, “Go on..”

“They requested that PuppyM, or more so, you, should do a collab with me..” You pulled at the hem of your (his stolen) shirt, you getting all flushed from the idea of actually having sex with him.

“Did they? Wow.. who knew two worlds would collide.” He hummed out, his voice a bit raspy from being quiet almost the entire show. 

“Min I’m serious.” 

“Oh I know.”

“So what’s your answer..?”

“Sure why not. It’d rack in views for me and you, and I’d finally do a face reveal.”

You actually couldn’t believe your ears. He said yes?

“Really? Minnie you’re the best!” You squealed, hugging him, and in order to do that you had to straddle him. Within that action he grunted but hugged back nonetheless.

You hugged him for a while, thanking him over and over again. He’d only hum in response, head peeking from your shoulder as he watched the show behind you. He was thankful that you didn’t feel the semi he had.

-the day of-

You had planned everything, you had clarified boundaries, safeword, and even decided to use the light system. You just about agreed to anything that he suggested. 

Kissing, Marking, Overstimulation, Bondage, sensory play, praise, degrading, you name it. 

In true honesty you were more than excited. The entire time you had been out that day, you had a burning sensation in your abdomen. The desire was strong, and it made you so eager to go forward in time and make the clock strike 7 o’clock. 

You had gone all out for this. You had bought new lingerie, in his favorite color purple, just to tease him even more than you needed to. You did some light makeup, knowing it would just be ruined in the end anyway.

You made sure everything was perfect, that the camera was angled perfectly, and that the room was set to your liking. 

Seungmin went all out too, he decided to dress nice, which wasn’t exactly necessary but he still did it anyway. He wore a black button up, dress pants matching. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, his fingers were even decorated with a few rings. He knew that he’d end up taking pictures of you, so what better way to do that then use his hands and have rings make his hands look pretty. He had his hair pushed back as well, something you absolutely loved on him. 

Neither of you were thinking of roleplay, but the way he dressed up definitely made it seem like it. He even brought a collar and leash, something new you’d never used before. 

When he showed up, your breath had stopped seeing him all dressed up.

“Well look at you, all dressed up for me?” You teased, watching him kick his shoes off at the door before walking towards you.

“I could say the same for you,, what’s underneath that nightgown of yours?” He hummed out, a finger lifting the silk fabric of the nightgown, that same finger grazing your skin, causing shivers to run up your spine.

“Hm, you’ll see..” You hummed out, walking to the room he’d never been in before.

He wasn’t expecting it to be so nicely done. The best part was the amount of options you had for him. The ties, blindfold, the toys he bought for you, even two different types of whips and a paddle. You were decked out for him.

“You said you’d want options so I broke out every toy you’ve bought along with a couple of other things you might find interesting. Did you bring anything?” You asked, pointing towards his bag.

“Oh right.. I uhm, I’m not sure you’re into it but I was thinking maybe a bit of control?” He then pulled out a collar and leash, and you clenched around nothing.

“Yeah that’s fine, like breath play?”

“I was thinking–” He paused, setting down the collar and leash and walking towards you, leaning to your ear, “Maybe some pet play?” 

Oh fuck.

“Y-Yeah we can uhm.. We can do that.” You huffed out, swallowing thickly as you watched him move back, hum, and then get ready for you to start your live.

You were sitting on the bed, watching all of your viewers come in, some you didn’t recognize in which they all, no surprise, asked where PuppyM was.

“Welcome! I’m glad all of you could make it today!” You greeted, gently waving to the screen as you shifted so your legs were crossed. You watched donations slowly pour in, and you haven’t even done anything yet.

Seungmin watching this in real life made him nervous.

“As you remember, a few weeks ago, meongmeong00 made a request, and I didn’t tell you what they requested, but as you can tell from the title.. I’ve decided on a collab!” You hummed out, leaning forward just a bit, your cleavage making itself known in the process. You could hear Seungmin shift a bit, waiting for you to signal him to come in. He had grabbed the collar and leash beforehand too.

“So, without further ado, please welcome the one and only PuppyM!” You had let a hand reach out towards Seungmin, in which he came out from hiding, humming lightly as he stayed standing, watching you move your head upwards as he walked closer. The camera was angled perfectly to wear his head cut off, but that would be pointless very very soon. 

“Thank you for inviting me to your show tonight, Y/N.” He responded, in which you hummed in response as you felt him move your hair to put the collar on you. A smile was on your face as he looked down at you.

“Of course, the more the merrier am I right?” You added, to which he nodded before sitting down and looking at the camera.

“And now they get to see my face, too.” He watched the chat go crazy with the sudden face reveal, a smirk on his face.

“I think they seem to enjoy your face, Min.” You resorted to a simple nickname that would be easy to use.

“You think so? I agree.” He replied, watching you turn your head to him. How it was so tempting to just kiss you right now.

“Well, might as well put on a show..” You hummed out, standing up and teasingly lifting your nightgown off. Oh how his heart stopped.

Purple was such a beautiful color, especially with you wearing it. He could feel his mouth water as he sat and watched you drop your nightgown on the floor. 

“Wow.. Purples a pretty color on you, darling..” He hummed out, watching you walk to the side of the bed. He moved so he could meet you by the edge of the same side. 

Your hands rested on his thighs for a moment, leaning close to him, prepared to kiss him but he stopped you.

“Uh-uh.. Sit first.” He commanded, and you could feel your knees go weak at those words. 

You quickly straddled his lap, his hands going to your hips as you looked at him from above, “Good girl.” He hummed out, and you could feel yourself get wetter.

You went back to leaning in to kiss him, his eyes fluttering shut slowly but surely. Your lips soon connected with his, your hands reaching to tangle into his hair. It was just light foreplay and you already had a small wet patch on the lace panties.

The way his lips moved on yours, the heat from his body and yours connecting and creating a great sexual tension. You could hear his shaky breaths clear as day as you kissed, sucked, and nibbled on his bottom lip. 

One hand retreated from his hair, slowly guiding down to his pants where they were greeted with a bulge in his pants. Almost instinctively you started palming, but a single word prevented you from continuing.

“Stop. Did I give you permission?” He huffed out, pulling away from the kissing as he stared at you with dark eyes. You melted under his gaze almost immediately.

“Did I need permission?” You asked, a smirk on your face, and one soon grew on him.

“Snarky, aren’t we?” He muttered out, slapping your ass, and hard. You were sure there would be a mark left as you yelped and moaned, head thrown back.

“M-Min–” You whimpered, hand retreating from his bulge.

“Hm? What’s the matter? Can’t handle it?” He teased, gently rubbing the spot he hit on your ass.

“No– I can handle it–”

“Color?”

“Green.”

He carried on with his next action, one hand retreating from your hips to greet your aching clit. A finger rubbing in a circular motion almost immediately, causing you to gasp and let out a soft moan. You almost instinctively grinded down on his hand, but knowing that the result of moving your hand to his bulge, you stopped yourself.

“Such pretty moans.. Matches a pretty face doesn’t it? Don’t you guys agree? She has such pretty moans.” He teased, his eyes never leaving you. The chat was going wild with donations and comments. 

You kept moaning when he would change the pace of his finger before stopping, it would cause you to whine but when he picked up again it was cut off and you’d go back to moaning. 

This went on for a few minutes, the continuous torture of him teasing your clit and making you want more. 

By the time he stopped, your core was aching for everything and more.

“Please Min– I need it–”

“Why don’t we be patient, darling. You’ll get what you want soon, let me have some fun and prep you yeah? You need to be able to fit all of me in you if you want the night of your life..” He teased, both hands retreating as he unhooked your lace and very mesh bra. 

Being face to face with your tits was so much better than the screen, “So beautiful.. You’re perfect..” He muttered, a hand going to one of your tits, lightly squeezing it. 

You don’t know what turned you on, the praise of all of the touching he was doing. 

“Touch me more please..” You said loud enough for everyone watching to hear, but not loud enough for the neighbors to hear you.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” And before you could even respond, his lips wrapped around your nipple, causing you to gasp and let out a shuddered moan, hands going back to his hair. 

He’d continue to play with your nipples. Sucking, swirling, nibbling, and tugging on them. He was sure that they’d be swollen and with the way you were reacting, he could get off on just that. He turned to the other one, giving the same treatment. 

He knew you wanted more, but he loved the way you were reacting even from simple foreplay. 

“I haven’t even gotten to the good bit and you’re squirming and begging for more..” He hummed out, pulling away from your nipple before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

Soon enough though, your clothed pussy met his clothed cock, and you began grinding down on him. With that action, it caused a strained moan to release from his lips as he pulled away.

“Fuck..” He muttered out, head leaning back as he relished in the feeling.

“Feel good enough for you?” You teased, thumb tugging at his bottom lip. You knew he was enjoying just from the way his body would react. 

“Feels so good, darling.” He groaned out, looking back at you. Your cheeks were flushed, lips plump from all the kissing.

His head dipped into your neck, pressing kisses as he pushed your hips down harder on his, moans releasing from the both of you. If he could just hold out a little longer. 

He began to mark your clear skin, leaving plenty of love bites and hickeys on your collarbone and neck, “Mine, your mine.. No one else's jus’ mine.” He muttered against your skin, fingers digging into your hips and his grip was so tight you were sure there would be marks by tomorrow.

“ ‘M all yours Min– Just yours baby..” The both of you stopped because you knew it was time for a change and Seungmin was super needy at this point.

You quickly got off of his lap, hands going to his belt and taking it off for him, now getting on your knees, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His hands quickly worked on his shirt, tossing it to the side once it was off, and you pulling his pants down. 

You swallowed at the hard on you could see much more clearer. Fuck he was big.. He was girthy and he was lengthy, “Holy shit Min..” You muttered, licking your lips. You knew that it would be bigger the moment it was out. 

You stood up to move the camera closer to the two of you, so the viewers could get a better sight of you, him, and his clothed cock.

“Do you guys see this? He’s huge!” You let out a scoff afterwards, a smug smirk on his face. 

“Why don’t you get a taste then?” Seungmin replied, hand going down to caress your cheek. You hummed as your fingers went underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, now tugging them down and watching as his cock slapped against his abdomen. 

Your mouth watered, and you could feel some of it slipping from your lips.

“Careful, don’t drool all over me.” He joked, and you laughed as well, swallowing the spit and then letting some more form in your mouth. 

A long stripe is what you licked on the underside of his length, tongue flicking at his red tip. A sigh immersed from his lips as he watched you. He was more than certain you had practiced prior to this, and even looked at some tips because he definitely knew you never sucked off any of the dildos you had. 

He watched as you took him in your hands, getting him prepped to take him into your mouth. 

You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue as you tasted the salty pre-cum on your tastebuds. You let spit trickle down from your mouth and down his length before you began to take him into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat before you started forcing yourself down even more. 

He let out a broken moan feeling the warmth of your mouth. He could feel himself twitch as your moved your hand, jerking what you couldn’t reach as you lifted, eyes watering as a string of saliva connected your tongue with his dick. 

“Fuck this is a sight..” He muttered, hand going to your hair and you knew exactly what he was about to do.

“You can take more, right?” He hummed out, and you nodded in response.

“Color?”

“So fucking green Min.” You whined out, just before feeling him guide your head back to his length, making you take what you could at first, just before he began to buck his hips upwards, forcing you to take more. While it made you gag at first, you soon got used to the feeling of him entering and leaving your throat.

A hand went down to touch yourself, rubbing your clit in a circular motion as you let him fuck your throat.

Desperate moans and groans passed his lips, “Fuck– Baby your throat feels so good– jus a good girl for me– shit-” 

You hummed around him, causing a loud moan to escape from him. You knew that he wouldn’t last like this, and he knew too, but he kept going.

“Taking it like such a good girl, yeah? Taking me down your throat, I bet you enjoy it…” He certainly was a dirty talker.

He quickly pulled you off of his length after he felt himself get close. He looked at your fucked out face, the way mascara started streaming down your cheeks the moment he began to fuck into your throat, and the way that your face looked so red, all the saliva dripping from your chin and onto your soft and marked up tits. 

“Fuck you’re such a dream..” He muttered, reaching for his phone and taking a picture of you, which you allowed. It would just be more material for later.

“MIn please–” 

“I know. Color?”

“Fuck Min don’t ask anymore. It’s green, and it’ll stay green.” You huffed out, wiping your chin as you crawled onto the bed. 

He quickly grabbed the camera to angle it so they could see him getting ready to go down on you. 

“We won’t need those useless toys.” He hummed out, practically ripping off the panties. It didn’t matter anyway, they wouldn’t be needed after tonight.

He began kissing down your body, spreading your legs open as he stared at all of your glory.

Your glistening pussy and the way that it was just ready for him made him so excited. 

He covered his fingers in his spit, rubbing them between your folds as he watched you squirm and moan from the feeling, “Please Min, put them in me– Make me squirt for you.” You whined.

That was new. 

He then inserted his middle finger into your hole, feeling your walls clench around the singular digit as you moaned from the stretch. He was reaching deep and he could tell just from the way you reacted. 

He fucked it into you, knowing it wouldn’t be enough but he wanted you to beg. 

“Min–”

“Beg for it. I want you to beg for me.” He teased, and it caused you to whine.

“Fuck Min– Please– I need it so bad, I want you so bad–” 

“Not good enough..”

You huffed, grinding against his palm, “Fuck your fingers into me please– Please Min– Your finger feels so good but I want more- anghh– Can I have more please?” You locked eyes with him as you said those words, and that made him give in.

As his ring finger entered you, he hummed out a “good girl” as you moaned from the stretch. Your eyes rolled as he began to curl his fingers.

Your hands went to cover your face, moaning into them as he thrusted his fingers in and out, curling them on occasion as his other hand came over to torture your clit, matching the pace of his fingers.

You were so close you could feel it, and it was unbelievable how close you were. Your best friends fingers were magic, and the way he continuously thrusted and curled his fingers, you were sure to ask him to fuck you again in the future.

“M-Min! Fuck– uugh– ‘M close Min! Min please– AH!” And that was it, your orgasm had hit so hard that your legs started shaking, but he didn’t stop there.

You felt like you were seeing stars, moaning out his name desperately as your whole body trembled, gripping the sheets like tomorrow as your eyes rolled back. 

When you came back down, you immediately got shot back up when you realized he hadn’t stopped.

“MIN! Shit– S-Sto– MMM! Ohmygod–” His fingers had been removed but he was rubbing your clit like there was no tomorrow.

“C’mon, give it to me, you can give me another baby..” He hummed out, watching you squirm underneath him as you tried stopping him, but he refused.

“Color?”

“SO FUCKING GREEN– OHMYGODMIN!” Your back arches, eyes begin to water as your hips lifted off the bed, squirting all over your thighs and on his abdomen. He grunted from the sight, licking his lips as he watched your body convulse and tremble.

He slapped your pussy once and it caused you to jolt.

“Good girl..” He hummed out, letting you take a minute to come back down your high.

You could still feel it even after the heavy orgasm, clenching around nothing as you looked up at him.

“Think you’re ready?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” 

That was the moment he lined himself up with you, his tip prodding at your entrance before he slowly began to push in, holding your hips. He was gentle with you during this time.

You whimpered, gripping onto his forearms. The stretch wasn’t unbearable but it was still a stretch. You clenched around him and it caused him to grunt. 

“Relax, you’re okay baby..” He muttered, pressing soft kisses to your lips.

Once he was all the way in, you could see the smallest bump in your abdomen, your hand going to it and pressing down, causing you to moan and retreat your hand, “Fuck..”

“Look at that.. I fit..” He joked, a small laugh emitting from him as he let you adjust. 

“So full.. You’re so big.. Fuck–” You squirmed, grinding your hips against him. That was his signal.

Seungmin began to thrust into you, watching the small bump disappear and then reappear with every thrust. 

You weren’t sure when you started feeling it heavily, but when you did, you couldn’t stop moaning. Every thrust released a moan from you and he found it the hottest thing imaginable. 

“F-Faster Min– FUCK– Fuck me faster please– hard–harder–” You moaned out, gripping his forearms tightly, nails digging crescent moons. 

He grunted in response, doing exactly as you said. He wasn’t sure what felt better, the way your velvet walls felt so good around him or the way you’d clench so hard that he would’ve sworn he would cum. 

“Such a good girl– my good girl– taking me so well,, so deep.” He moaned out, gripping your hips tighter as he slammed into you over and over again. 

You weren’t sure how long this would go on, but you knew it was racking in views and donations. 

You also weren’t sure if this would change anything between you and Seungmin.

That didn’t matter right now, all that mattered was the pleasure the two of you were feeling.

“Ohmygodmin– fuck I-I– ‘M SOCLOSE–” You struggled to make out words, practically babbling at this point as your trembled. 

He could feel you pushing him out, and he knew exactly what it was.

He pulled out and watched as you whined and squirted. Fuck it was so hot watching you.

He pushed right back in as soon as you finished, thrusting just as fast as before. 

Your whines and moans didn’t even stop, they just kept going as he fucked into you.

Your body convulsed again, walls clenching around him. Just a little longer,, just a little longer and you knew he would cum.

“Fu–Holy shit– Y/N–” He couldn’t even get words out at this point, it all felt too good for him. He knew how close he was, yet he kept pushing and pushing. He wanted you to squirt once more before he came.

That’s when his hand came to your clit and began rubbing just as he did before.

You cried out, tears welling in your eyes before spilling. You knew you could take it, but your words kept spilling.

“I can’t– FUCKING– ohmy– ohmygodmin– SHIT I’M–” ANd he felt you push, so he pulled out and watched you squirt once more. It didn’t take him long to push back in, his thrusts now sloppy and stuttered as he huffed and moaned heavily.

“Take it– Hold it in you– Fuck–” He said into your ear, and within one, two, three thrusts, his hips stilled and he painted your walls white.

Both of you were panting heavily, looking back at each other as he both relished in post-orgasm. 

“Fuck Min,, that was so good..” You muttered out, pressing a kiss to his lips. You looked at the camera, smiling at it gently as you felt him pull out.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Y/N.” He hummed out, laying next to you and looking at the camera.

“Thank you so much for the idea meongmeong00, I’ve definitely had the time of my life.. And thank you to all those who came to enjoy it! I hope that this was good enough for you and that you’d want something like this in the future, see you guys next week!” You said before turning off the camera, Seungmin going to end the live.

“Holy shit Min..” You laughed out, sitting up as you clenched around nothing, some of his cum dripping from your cunt.

“You have fun?”

“Hell yeah.. That’s the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life!” You stood up with shaky legs, going to him and pressing a kiss on his lips.

“Yeah? How about another round?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” 

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[dabisqueen]

Life for Sale

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 7.8K (sorry!!!)

⇢ plot: being forced to work as a sex worker for the Yakuza feels like hell on earth. Until one day a dark haired man with beautiful azure eyes steps into your room.

⚠️This fic contains dark content and might be triggering. Mind the warnings!⚠️

⇢ warnings: 18+, kidnapping, sex work, loss of virginity, n0ncon, violence against reader (slapping, biting, knife play), mentions of blood, fellatio (m receiving), stepcest, fingering, creampie, orgasm, use of fire quirk, slight g0re, angst, hurt, fluff (happy ending)

⇢ Personal note: this is my submission for the "1-(800)-ASS-FOR-CASH ! Collab" hosted by @/killsaki. With all that happened lately in my life, undergoing surgery and experiencing the paralyzing feeling of not having control over my own body, this work reflects a lot of those emotions. It's dark, yes. But bear with me: Dabi is a sweetheart and we have a happy ending!

After he's done, you sit up and offer to clean him. As usual, he accepts the invitation and you stick out your tongue, licking and lapping at his now flaccid member until all of his cum is swallowed by you. His face is flushed when he mutters some kind of a thank you, stuffing himself back in his pants and zipping it up.

Turning to grab his coat, he leaves out the door, stopping once to nod at you in approval.

Another satisfied customer.

Looking at the clock you sigh. You only have ten minutes to clean yourself up and get ready, before the next client steps through the door. Ringing the bell for the maids to change the sheets, you hurry off into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

[...]

With you and your mother being quirkless, your life turned rough when your dad passed away, with no one interested in taking you both in.

Not until your stepdad came into play, marrying your mom after a short courtship. He had money, which was a much needed blessing. Yet he never revealed details about where it came from.

With you moving into his house, the harassment started. It was subtle at first - lingering looks, the affectionate brush of his hand over your back, the way he insisted that you called him "Dad". But then it became increasingly intrusive, with him entering the bathroom while you showered, your panties going missing and you having to leave your bedroom door open at all times. Your mom, oblivious to his prurient behavior and heavily dependent on him, kept ignoring your complaints, even forbidding you to address it.

And then one night, when your mom was already asleep, you were startled awake by noises downstairs. Noises that you couldn't quite allocate. So you got out of bed to take a look.

Halfway down the stairs you froze in place. A woman you didn't know nor recognized, was propped up against the wall, her dress scrunched up to her belly, your stepdad buried deep inside her. He turned his head to smirk at you, dragging his member slowly in and out of her wet cunt. Still frozen in place your breathing picked up, dizziness overcoming you.

"Now that you know my dirty little secret." He didn't pause but continued to fuck her, while you looked on in shock, "How about you becoming my dirty little secret?"

And while he kept fucking her, he reached into his pockets to take out his phone. Dialing a number he held it up to his ears, his eyes not once leaving yours when he rasped, "Hey boss, I have a little proposition for you…"

[...]

You try to hide it, you do. One of your regulars did it again, against your will - binding your arms and then sucking a bruise while you couldn't do anything about it.

Of course, it doesn't not go unnoticed by your boss.

His palm comes down hard on your cheek. It makes your vision blur as the hot stinging pain spreads across your face and you taste copper in your mouth.

"I said no marks on your body!" you hear him growl.

"Sir, I told him not to–" you try to defend yourself.

"I don't care!" He glares at you from above. "You have a job to do."

"Yes sir." You bow your head in defeat, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of your mouth.

Your boss stands there and takes you in. He doesn't speak, just observes your submissive form. Then he sighs and cocks his head.

"I really like you." His gaze is soft, he's almost sweet. "You're the best, highest-earning – and I really don't want to hurt you, you got that?"

You silently nod, a single tear breaking loose and trailing down your cheek. A sick twisted sense of pride fills you at his words.

"He's one of our best paying clients." His voice was soft but stern, "It's your job not to get marks on your body, not his."

You nod again.

"If I see one more mark on you," pulling out an intricately engraved pocket knife, he flips it in his palm, "I have no other choice than to make you regret it."

"Yes sir," you repeat again and he seems satisfied, putting the knife back in his pocket.

"And now get ready, the clients are waiting…" Your boss turns before throwing one last glance at you with his golden slithered eyes.

Strutting through the door he disappears and you wipe away the tears from your eyes. Fixing your makeup and concealing the bite mark as best as you can, you sit down obediently on the bed again, just in time for the door to open.

[...]

A tall, raven-haired man with a patchwork face, dressed all in black and a white shirt struts into the room, hands stuffed nonchalantly into his pockets.

The door falls shut behind him and silence takes over, as he takes you in with what seems a bored expression.

Your gaze takes in his unique appearance.

It's not like anything could scare you away, you've had many types of men - or hybrid - as clients so far and nothing puts you off anymore.

But this one is different. He is genuinely handsome. His face is as chiseled as a museum statue and his heavy lidded eyes are of mesmerizing turquoise color.

"How can I service you today?" you ask politely, looking up at him while you kneel on the floor in the accepting position.

"Hm, dunno," he drawls, strutting past you to flop down on the bed, legs lazily spread. "I'm here 'cause Sako took me."

His mesmerizing azure eyes roam the spartanly furnished room before meeting yours. You stand up silently and walk over to him, sliding your leg over his to settle in his crotch.

"Well, you paid for the whole package so let's start," you breathe, leaning in further.

You can't deny that he's even more handsome this close, kindling an unknown rising desire in your nether regions.

His smirk grows wide when you start gyrating your hips, grinding down against his crotch, feeling a bulge starting to grow between his legs. Leaning back on his hands, he watches intently as you rake your hands up your body, over your breasts to squeeze them, tilting your head to give him a coy smile.

The way he stares back at you with hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips makes you want to kiss him. But unless it's requested you don't ever kiss clients.

His eyes turn darker, doing things to you that you can't explain and his hand rises to cup your jaw, pulling your face up to his. This close you just see his eyes, blue like the ocean and you can't help but get lost in them.

"Lay down and lean against the wall," he speaks with a sultry, husky voice, his lips brushing over yours and for a second your brain stops functioning, “Can you do that for me?”

There is a pause before he leans forward and closes the gap, his mouth pressing against yours. You gasp against his mouth, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and you open obediently.

You've been kissed before, but it has always been desperate on your clients behalf. Desperate and sloppy. This isn't that. This is slow and deliberate. Like he knows that each second his mouth is on yours, his tongue touches yours, it makes you want to squirm. And you do.

Just as fast as it happened it is gone again and your lips part. Just then do you notice how your breathing has hitched, your eyes have fluttered shut.

He chuckles, seeing the desperate state you are in. With a slight pat on your buttcheek he nudges towards the wall and you follow his orders, crawling off his lap. Sliding over to the wall, you rest your back against it, spreading your legs in anticipation.

Much to your confusion though, the handsome stranger just nestles in between your thighs, his back resting against your chest.

Tilting his head back to look at you from under raven bangs he says, "Go by Dabi. And now tell me about yourself…"

[...]

Just a day ago, you had caught your step dad with another woman and were still shaken. Reluctantly, you were on your way home to your mom when a van stopped beside you and several men jumped out to grab you. Your screams were muffled by a gag stuffed into your mouth while you struggled to break free. But they were much stronger than you, the tattoos covering their body speaking for their ruthlessness and brutality and you were pulled into the van, kicking legs easily restrained.

They forced a blindfold over your eyes, strong arms holding you in place as the car started moving.

After arriving at your destination, you were dragged into a room and forced down onto your knees. The blindfold was ripped off your face and bright light flooded your vision. You flinched instinctively and had to blink a few times, getting adjusted to the spotlight shining into your face in the otherwise pitch-black space.

A man stood above you, his golden half-lidded eyes coldly looking down at you. His auburn hair was kept short, intricate tattoos peeking out from underneath a black shirt with a white tie.

He studied you, while you gathered all your courage and spoke, "This must be a mistake, please let me g—"

A searing pain shot through your cheek where he slapped you across your face. You cried out and again a hand came down on the other cheek, making your head jerk violently to the side.

You started sobbing, snot and tears running down your face, never been hit before, fighting with the urge to vomit.

A cold, dark voice spoke, "Who gave you permission to speak?"

You stayed down, head slumped on your chest as the pain slowly numbed, your stomach still in turmoil. You gave in, then, knowing you didn't stand a chance against him. Against them.

A hand roughly yanked you up by your arm and you stood on trembling legs, gaze still glued to the ground.

There were footsteps rounding you as the man in black took you in.

"And she's a confirmed virgin?" His head turned towards the shadows in the dark.

"Yes, Sir." The low timbre of a man replied back, "We double checked with him."

"I see. He's trustworthy." He stopped, extending his hand to run over your soft hair, "Get her cleaned up and the auction ready, she'll bring in a lot of money."

And with that he turned and walked off into the darkness, leaving you to face your new life in the underground world of the Yakuza.

[...]

Dabi's visits become more frequent – and each time you sit down on the bed and talk. Running your fingers through his hair, you admired the softness of his raven spikes, your gaze lingering on his lips, softer than the softest thing you can think of, yearning for the next gentle, longing kisses you will exchange.

He always seems to relax around you, sometimes almost falling asleep in your lap.

The pieces of your heart that have been struggling to fit into this world become so quiet when cuddling with him; it is as if they find peace with him. And you start feeling safe in his arms.

He snuggles up against you, back to chest, your heartbeat slowly adjusting to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.

And you catch yourself growing fond of his visits.

He seems to feel the same, gracing you with small tokens of affection, sometimes Mochi or Dora Yaki, other times Melonpan or fresh strawberries. Always something that leaves nothing but a hint of sweetness on your lips – easily mistaken by other clients as lipstick flavor.

They are subtle gestures, but the side glances he is giving you, the way his cheeks dust pink when you caress his skin don't go unnoticed. And there's the growing feeling of warmth inside of you, a rising desire and longing you've never felt before.

[...]

Never had you imagined losing your virginity this way, in a lust house, being auctioned off like some animal to the highest paying bidder. Who was on top of your naked body right now, buried deep inside of you, having robbed you so easily of your purity.

His hot breath fanned your face, making you turn your head to avoid his labored panting. A droplet of sweat broke loose and dripped onto your face. You whimpered, trying to wrench your head away as the strong salty and musky liquid slipped past your lips and spread across your tongue.

Your mind was blank as you lay limp under his large body, the fat of his sweat-coated skin dwarfing you under him.

Your sobs mixed with his deep grunts as you noticed his movements becoming erratic until he eventually stopped, his cock twitching as it unloaded its sticky load inside of you.

You stayed like this, another drop of sweat falling onto your skin and slipping past your lips as he grunted and panted heavily, still cumming inside of you.

Eventually, he slid out of you and stood up, wiping himself off with the soft towels provided before he got dressed again in his business suit.

Without even granting you a look he grabbed his suitcase and stepped out the door, leaving you laying on the sheets, thin rivulets of pink cum dripping down your swollen folds and onto the sheets below.

[...]

Faux kindness spreads across his face as his fingers pump in and out of your throat. Replacing them with his girth, you whimper when he thrusts into you with one strong move. Huffing, he pulls out at an agonizing pace only to slide his length back into you. You don't gag when his length slips past the resistance in the back of your throat. No, you relax and let him toy with you.

Because it's a game you both play.

He runs a falsely sweet thumb across your cheek, wiping away the tears sitting there. Your eyes flit up to look at him from under your thick wet lashes, knowing he likes that.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, licking over his lips. “You always look so good like this.”

Pressing his hips forward, he mercilessly fucks into your mouth, pushing the thickest bit of his cock into your throat over and over again.

You need him to finish soon, you want him to, so you hollow your cheeks, making him moan even louder and dig his fingers into your hair.

"I love you so much, you know that?" Seeing the tears run freely down your cheeks now makes him thrust forward even harder. "My precious little girl…"

You nod, taking him over and over again, the wet slap of his constant thrusting filling the otherwise quiet room.

Time blurs along with your vision but then you feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, turning into a rough grinding in your mouth.

When he cums, the hot salty liquid fills your mouth and you dont swallow. And when he squeezes the final drop out of his tip and pulls out, you open your mouth, showing the pearly cream sitting on your tongue and teeth.

He gently strokes your cheeks and you actually make out a glint of pride in his eyes before he orders, "Swallow."

And you do, feeling the warmth slide down your throat and filling your tummy.

"You're always such a good girl for me," he tucks himself away, and grabs your chin, lifting it for your eyes to meet, "You know that, right?"

"Yes." You obediently answer, as always, a forced smile spreading across your face, "Dad."

It's a game. At least that's what you tell yourself.

[...]

"I want to do something different today," Dabi's low rumbling voice sounds and he catches your wrist, right when you are about to crawl onto the bed as usual.

Confusion is written in your face when you turn towards him. Without saying a word, his palm presses against your chest, pushing you down onto the mattress. You let him, a tingly feeling of tentative excitement spreading in your lower belly.

His coat lays on the floor already, right next to his boots. Just wearing his shirt and stitched pants, he crouches over you.

Your chest is heaving with anticipation and you bite your lower lip, trying to withstand his intense turquoise gaze. And his lips pull up into a smirk, seeing you flustered beneath him.

You stay like that, his warm breath on your lips, his smokey scent surrounding you like a warm blanket. It's just you and him, as if nothing else existed around you.

Eventually, he breaks the silence.

"Undress," are his simple words as he sits back on his heels, the corners of his lips pulled up into a boyish grin.

And you do, one by one your pieces of clothing pile carelessly on the floor next to the bed, like unwanted skin shedded.

He hums in approval as you lay on your back, your plush breasts spilling off to the side, your mound freshly shaven.

His hand extends and hovers over your belly, a warmth emanating from it that is mirroring the one spreading in your core.

"Dabi…" you start.

But he interrupts, tutting quietly, "Shush, just don't do anything…"

Leaning over you, his lips feel like velvet as he kisses yours, slowly moving to your neck, across your right collarbone, and down to your breast. Your nipples grow taut, and your toes curl at the sensation when he kisses and sucks the right bud, finishing with a swirl of his tongue.

Moving across your valley to repeat the same with your other breast, he continues his attention as he places a trail of kisses and nibbles along your chest.

And then his hand makes contact with your skin and a shudder crawls up your spine. You can't help a soft gasp from spilling from your lips and he chuckles, low and deep.

He starts stroking your skin, along your breasts, cupping them and weighing their heaviness in his palms.

He continues caressing your body and you can't help your eyes from fluttering shut, this kind of affection so foreign to you.

Your body is on fire by now, an embarrassing dampness spreading between your thighs and wetting the sheets below.

Dabi reaches your mound and cupping it, you jolt, your eyes flying open. His eyes are dark, filled with lust as he takes you in. Somehow he's managed to take his shirt off and you gasp when you see the scarred tissue spreading across his abdomen.

You don't speak. There's no need.

He places a chaste kiss on your mound and then down your sensitive inner thigh, starting to kiss them. It kind of disappoints you when he spares your needy cunt, with you being beyond wet and dripping with need.

And then his tongue licks over your clit and you almost lift off the bed, a jolt of pleasure darting through you. His gaze never leaves yours, monitoring your reactions as he continues sucking and lapping at your clit, the tips of his fingers just lightly grazing your folds.

You inhale and exhale, knowing that you've never wanted anything more than this and it surprises you when your hips move on its own, pressing forward against his fingers.

"So needy," he remarks against your hot swollen nub.

"Dabi, I need–" you start, and he sighs a long, "I know…"

A fire ignites within his eyes as he pushes in and you didn't know that you are capable of feeling this way. His strong fingers slide in and curl up, and your back arches on its own again. It is unlike anything you've ever experienced, a heat flowing through you as he massages your inner walls with his digits.

While he continues to lap at your clit, you can't control your body, the heat turning all consuming, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You grip the bed sheets, overcome with sensations you've never felt before — and then an orgasm surges from your core. You gasp at its intensity, helpless as your muscles twitch and convulse around his digits. But he doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to circle your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you.

He helps you through your climax and then your body flops limp onto the bed. Your mind is foggy, floating in the clouds, your whole body prickles with heat and desire when Dabi pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

"Damn, you taste delicious–" he rasps before sitting on his heels to pull down his pants.

You open your hazy eyes and bite your lip as his cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen. It was thick, hard, and—your mouth parted. It was pierced.

Leaning back over you, his cock nestled at the entrance to your core. His bulging arms support his weight on either side of your head and you're looking into each other’s eyes.

He kisses you, deep, with passion and longing and through the haze of your first orgasm you feel a new heat starting to kindle in your core. Dabi pulls from you and looks deep into your eyes, as if he's searching for something.

You look into his eyes and there is something so mesmerizing in the way that he looks at you. You've never seen any man look at you in such a way.

"Are you ready?" he asks and you nod, your heart melting, never having wanted anything more in your life.

Cause no one has ever asked before.

He leans in and kisses you with a gentle touch, before he pushes his hips forward. You moan as the thick head forces your folds apart and you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from wincing as your cunt makes way for his cock.

It continues to slide inside, inch by delicious inch, one barbell after another. You can feel your inner walls give way to his impressive girth and exhale when he stops halfway in, giving you time to adjust. Nibbling on your skin and pressing soft kisses against your neck, he then gently pulls his hips back only to slide back into you.

The drag of his cock against your walls has you arching into him as he lifts your legs to lay on his wide shoulders, pulling back out just to thrust in again, his cock beginning to pump in a smooth motion.

Suddenly, Dabi shifts, adjusting himself before starting to drive his hips into yours with fervor, watching you intently for any reaction.

And you give it to him– his tip suddenly brushes up against a spot that has your eyes fly open, a lewd moan escaping your lips.

"There it is." Dabi smirks as his thrusts are getting a little harder, making sure each one slams against the spot that makes you desperately latch onto him and sob out loud.

"That good, huh?" he laughs. But it's genuine.

You lose your ability to speak, head lolling back and your moans heighten as you feel yourself reaching your climax quickly.

He leans down, pulling you into a mating press as his lips melt against yours before latching onto your swollen nipple and starting to suck.

“Oh…fuck…oh…fuck…” you sob and whimper, your body trembling and shaking all over as you writhe on the bed beneath him.

And then without a warning, a thunderous orgasm shudders through your body, stripping you from all rational thoughts. Your walls clamp down on Dabi's cock as you come hard, screaming his name over and over again.

His pace quickens as you continue to twitch around him and then he stutters, a breathy groan leaving his mismatched lips. He bottoms out inside you, his tip kissing your cervix and then his cock pumps warm creamy cum into you, flooding your pussy.

It forces your climax to resurface, making you continue to tremble in his hold. You keep milking him for every drop of fluid, writhing against his hold in ecstasy, constant pulses of pleasure shooting through your body.

You don't know how long you stay like this, with him buried deep inside of you, his head nestled against your soft skin. You gently brush your hands over his back, enjoying the bliss that is still present in your body.

"Dabi?" You finally find your voice again and speak.

He hums in response, pressing a gentle kiss against your still erect nipple. You breathe in his scent while caressing his back and his arms tighten around your body and pull you closer.

"It's time–" you urge, seeing the progress of time on the clock.

"No it's not," he mumbles against your breast, shifting slightly without pulling out. "I paid for the entire night…"

[...]

The feeling of cool water running over your heated skin feels like a relief, like jumping into the waves of the ocean after a hot day in the desert.

Dabi left a while ago, as he saw it fit for you to have the night off, providing you with ample time to refresh yourself and rest.

You close your eyes, your arms circling your waist, the feeling of the first orgasm in your life still lingering inside of you. Visions of Dabi appear before your closed eyes and you feel a pang in your heart, your belly fluttering at the thought of him. He surrounds and envelops you, filling your mind with only one thought. Him.

As you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, you proceed to dry your hair. After applying the required makeup, you click the light off and step through the bathroom door only to stop dead in your tracks.

Your boss and another man with thin, dark eyes and pale chin-length hair stand in the room. Your boss turns to look at you, eyes dark and cold.

"I've noticed you've been enjoying yourself lately…" He cocks his head, a faux smile spreading across his face.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You smooth down your towel in an attempt to hide your trembling hands.

Your boss notices though and takes a step towards you, "You know the punishment for lying, right?"

You nod, tentatively, as he steps closer, his cold gaze never leaving yours.

"Are you sure you're not hiding anything from me?" he snarls. "Money, food or— gifts?"

You shake your head again. And then you see it. The small flask hiding in his hands. The one that Dabi gave you a while ago. One with a perfume in it that you are only to wear when he visits. It has been your little secret, and he only gave it to you with your promise of keeping it safe and hidden. Yet apparently, nothing can be kept a secret from your boss.

Your breath hitches as you realize that you have lost.

"I'll go easy on you." Your boss's words are smooth like honey. "I don't want to hurt you more than you deserve…"

You swallow and your gaze drops to the floor and you give in, then.

"On the bed," your boss orders and you follow, letting the towel drop to the floor, hoping to get off lightly as you kneel on the mattress.

The pale haired man kicks off his shoes and turns to nod to his boss before unbuckling his belt. His pants pool on the floor and he kicks them off before taking his place, kneeling behind you.

"Ass up!" He slides an arm under your waist, propping you further up.

You wince when his palm comes down on your butt cheek, painting it an angry red shade. His other hand wraps tightly around the nape of your neck, pressing your face into the fabric.

All fight drains from you, the only thing you hear is the rushing of blood in your ears.

"You know I have to do this, right," your boss drawls, standing off to the side, watching you. "You deserve this."

You manage to nod as another hand slaps across your butt cheek.

Palming his erect cock in his palm, the pale haired man slides it up and down your folds, selecting the bit of wetness on his tip. And then, without a warning, he slams his hips forward, breaching your entrance and sheathing you on his dick.

You cry out, your body consumed by searing pain that slices up your spine into your brain. Fresh hot tears burn at the corners of your eyes and you try to relieve your agony by pulling away from him.

"Stop squirming, whore," he growls as he starts moving, impaling you onto his thick length over and over again. "This is what you're made for."

Continuing at an even, hard pace, you're done pretending, nails digging into the sheets. Your tears and drool soak into the soft material pressed against your face.

"She's such a good fuck," he coos, grabbing your hips to pull out and slam into you again with full force. "I heard she is – but this is amazing, man."

His pace turns brutal and you claw into the sheet, the ache in your core becoming unbearable while your boss watches on, leaning against the wall. The sheet is soaked with your spit and tears, as his friend keeps fucking mercilessly into you.

You can distantly feel the man's thrusts becoming more erratic. They turn into a rough grinding in your cunt and it doesn't take long for him to stutter as he nears his high, a frothy white ring adorning the base of his cock as he grunts, "Ah shit, take it all."

He leans forward, canines sinking into the soft flesh of your shoulder as he spills his seed inside of you, marking you. Inside and out.

You start thrashing in his hold, realizing what is happening and try to wiggle away. But his tight grip on you is relentless, as he sinks his teeth deeper into your skin, until blood draws and trickles down your shoulder.

Then his teeth are gone as he straightens up and pulls out. You collapse forward onto the mattress, your used body sprawled out on the sheet, a large bloody bite mark blooming on your shoulder.

"Sorry boss," the pale haired man wipes his mouth and grins, getting dressed again, "Couldn't control myself…"

Your boss closes his eyes and sighs. Kicking off the wall, he walks over to you and squats next to the bed, inspecting the wound. Your hazy, red eyes meet his, panic written in them.

"Please, boss–" you whimper and he reaches out to draw a knuckle over your cheek with false care.

"What did I tell you about leaving marks?" he says, though not without sarcasm dripping from his tone and you wince, "You know what this means, right?"

"P-please boss," there's panic in your voice as you try to get up, "It was a mistake, I p-promise…"

"You've been making too many mistakes." Your boss pulls the knife from his pockets. "You need to learn a lesson."

You start sobbing and he tuts quietly as he stands up again, "Now, be good and spread your legs."

The other man kneels down next to you, bed sinking in as he rolls you over on your back, securing your arms over your head. Shaking violently with fear, you press your thighs together when you hear the sound of the blade of a knife expanding.

"Open up," your boss coos and you close your eyes, "If you want me to go easy on you."

Hesitating a second you sob loudly before letting your legs fall to the side.

[...]

As Dabi pulls you closer you brace yourself for the entry. Even though he is gentle, you feel it. Each and every barbell entering makes tears spring to your eyes, and you turn your head, trying to hide your pain stricken face.

When he's halfway in, he stills and you exhale shakily, just noticing how you had held your breath.

"What's wrong?" Dabi's smoldering turquoise eyes skit to yours, searching for an answer.

"N-Nothing," you mutter but can't suppress the shakiness in your voice.

"I'm asking again," Dabi speaks, this time deeper, more concerned, "What's wrong?"

You don't answer, the burn in your core is blinding, and you bite your lips not to whimper.

You feel his weight shift and a small cry breaks free before you feel a palm cupping your face and slowly turning your gaze to meet his.

His azure eyes search your face and stop at the sight of your trembling lower lip, the salty tears sitting in your lashes. Within a second he pulls out of you and you know what's about to come.

"Shit, you're bleeding!" His palms rest on your inner thighs, seeing a thin rivulet of blood trickling down your ass. "Was I too rough?"

You shake your head, still not meeting his gaze.

"Talk to me!" His expression is strained, his brows knitting with worry. "Why are you–"

And then he stops, realization hitting hard. His nimble fingers slide forward, towards your entrance.

"Dabi don't, please–" you beg but he ignores you.

Slowly spreading your folds he sharply inhales at the sight.

"Who did this?" he growls dangerously, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously at you. "I want you to tell me."

Pressing your lips together you shake your head.

"Goddammit, tell me who did this to you," his tone becomes more threatening, "You know I'm not good at this emotional stuff- but you can trust me!"

You hesitate a moment but then shake your head, too much in fear over what your boss might do to you if he finds out.

"Tell me, now!" His voice is full of scorn, a weird eerie light emergency emanating from his palms, "You're safe with me!"

Not being used to his harsh tone, you wince, "Dabi, he's too powerful, I–"

His eyes rage with fury, it's just a moment, a moment in which you see hurt in his eyes. Hurt, and worry for you.

And then he jumps to his feet.

"Fuck this shit…" Pulling his pants back up he grabs his boots and coat, "Fuck it if you don't trust me…"

"Dabi, wait, it's not like that!" You prop yourself up, a hand reaching out for him.

But all you see is his black coat flapping behind him as he disappears out the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

And you break down and cry.

[...]

One hand grips your head while the other leisurely rests on his hips as a deep and raw moan rises up his throat. Your eyes, wet with ruined mascara, flicker up to his immediately from where you are on your knees, sucking his dick into the back of your throat.

"You're my little girl – daddy’s little girl, right?" the low timbre of his voice fills your ears.

You only manage to nod in response and his speed picks up, fucking your throat, with his hand holding your head in a tight grip.

He's close, you can feel it and you brace yourself to take his load when all of a sudden the door gets kicked open and you choke around his length.

"What the–" the man manages to say before he is ripped from you and thrown to the floor, his pants puddling between his ankles, his erect cock bouncing against his abdomen upon impact.

"Did you cut her?" Dabi growls, hovering over the man crouching on the floor.

"Who do you think you are, barging in here just like that?" The man scrambles to his feet, pulling up his pants and buckling them up, his face contorted with anger.

"I asked you a goddamn question!" There's flaming fury in his eyes and he raises his hand, that eerie blue light emanating from his palm again.

Jumping to your feet you stumble towards him, your hand wrapping over his, tiny compared to his. "Dabi, please don't!"

His cold eyes snap, burning into yours, "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't."

The man watches the scene with a pleased grin spreading across his face.

"Dabi, he's…" But you can't say it, not here, not now.

"Go on, sweetheart," the man says, his grin growing wider. "Tell him who I am…"

"Fuck off–" Dabi growls, throwing the man a dark look, "Or otherwise I might forget myself."

"Dabi–" you plead, but he doesn't budge, "Just– just leave, ok?"

"Give me a reason why I should!" he growls again, "Who is he?"

You know that this game is set for you to lose no matter what you say. It's always been like that.

"He's—" the next words come out almost as a whisper as your gaze drops to the floor in defeat, "He's my stepdad."

"What the fuck?" Dabi sucks in his breath, disgust written on his face.

In the following silence there's only coldness. And it makes you shudder even though the room is warm. Your stepdad shifts his weight and crosses his arms in front of his chest, his grin growing wider by the second.

"This is sick. And you're still protecting him ?" Dabi's face is grave as he turns to stare at you for a long moment.

You don't answer. You're torn between choosing Dabi, yet too scared of what your boss might do to you. He has connections, he will come after you and hurt you. Or even kill you.

You lower your head and press your lips to a thin line, tears gathering at your lash line as your fists curl into balls, nails digging painfully deep into the flesh of your palm.

Silence engulfs you. Thick, suffocating silence.

"I see…" Dabi finally says, voice empty.

Turning on the spot, he exits the room, leaving you with tears streaming down your face. You feel your stepdad approach and grab your shoulders to turn you around. Then he beats his entire weight onto your shoulders, making your legs buckle and you sink to your knees.

"Now, where did we leave off?" he mocks, opening his pants, taking his half hard member in his palm and presenting it to you.

And you obediently open your mouth for him to slide his now twitching cock inside.

[...]

Game over.

That's all that comes to your mind when the men come in at night, dragging you roughly off the bed, making you scream out in agony.

A gag is stuffed in your mouth before your arms are tied up behind your back and a blindfold pulled over your eyes.

They shove you outside, the frigid air washing like ice over your exposed skin. Your breath rises in puffs from your nose, as you tremble in the cold, with nothing on your body but your underwear.

And then you're forced to a stop, the man who's holding you tightens his grip while you whimper at the pain shooting up your arm. Your head nervously jerks up as steps approach and come to a halt right in front of you.

Several moments of silence follow, and you shiver, the cold creeping into your flesh, your hands starting to lose their feeling.

"What were you thinking," the unmistakable voice of your boss suddenly sounds through the night, "Letting some lowlife scare our best client, my best man, like that?"

You want to explain what happened, beg him for mercy. Instead, the gag in your mouth swallows your sobs as fear creeps up your spine as the first drop of salty liquid runs down your cheek.

"You know I really like you, I hate doing this." His voice sounds again, it's the same caring voice that spoke so often to you, "But this is what you get for upsetting me."

He sighs and another shiver runs up your spine. Then he steps closer and you can feel the heat radiating off his body right in front of you.

"You started off so promising–" You feel a knuckle caressing your cheek, wiping away the tears that leave cold streaks down your face.

Then he moves and whispers, so close that you feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, "But I guess you're just another whore now…"

And then he's gone, steps leading away from you as his harsh voice tears through the deafening silence as he orders "Take her away, I don't ever wanna see her again."

[...]

You are sprawled out on bed, the words "Load-Count" and "Cumdump" under your tits across your tummy in recently healed scars. Below your belly button are an array of carved lines, scattered all across your delicate skin, creating a sickening pattern of old scars and newly carved, bloody ones.

Your chest heaves in a mixture of gags and increased sobbing, as your arms are bound to the bed, the ropes so tight they are cutting into your skin.

Several men surround you, all of them barring multiple stages of colorful tattoos, Koi fish, Phoenixes, tigers, dragons or Chrysanthemums.

You have given up whimpering, you can't even, with one of the men stuffing your mouth, dragging his thick member over your tongue into your throat, relishing the way you helplessly lap at the underside of his cock.

A man right across from him kneads your breasts, palming his cock in his hand.

A third man keeps burying himself to the hilt inside of you, his grunts mixing with the groans of the other assailant.

With each thrust inside of you your tits bounce, and you're forced deeper onto the cock buried inside your throat. And with each thrust the ropes tear further into your skin, fresh trickles of blood running down your wrist and dripping onto the sheets.

The men have been going at it for hours, taking their turns marking you. Just like every day. For how long, you don't recall.

Ever since they moved you into this hellhole, you lost track of time. Disconnected from reality, the wish to live had died a while ago, sending you down the windy road of despair. It is like you are dead inside.

The men increase their pace, nearing their high, each using you as they pleased regardless just for their own pleasure.

Over the sounds of the wet slaps and deep grunts no one notices the commotion in front of the door. There's a muffled roar behind it and then silence, while smoke starts to seep through the cracks between door and ground.

The heated groans of the men increase as they near their high when suddenly the door gets kicked open and Dabi storms in through a cloud of smoke. Fury written on his face, he's on the man between your thighs in an instant, gripping him by his shoulders and yanking him back, pulling him out of you.

His left arm raises and a bright blue flame shoots across the room, engulfing the head of the man buried inside your mouth. There are no screams and when the flames die, you watch in horror as a charred stump sits where his head used to be. It takes a few moments but then his body drops back, his cock being pulled out of your mouth with a lewd pop.

Before the man on the bed can react, he's pulled off and slammed against the wall, palm pressed to his chest before he also drowns in a deadly blue blaze.

Releasing his grip on the charred corpse, Dabi turns to see the remaining Yakuza dash towards the open door. But it's too late. He is cocooned in a ball of searing, flesh eating heat just as he reaches the door, the screams dying off and the body slumping to the ground.

Then silence falls, the only sounds audible being those of the flickering flames eating away at the scorched human remains. Dabi stands in the middle of the room, drawing ragged breaths, smoke rising from his skin and clothes as he slowly turns towards the bed. Relief spreads across his face as he nears and crouches down before you.

Your hazy gaze meets his as he leans over you, gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your pale face.

"Hi there, pretty." He gives you a weary smile before leaning over you to burn through the ropes, freeing you from your restraints.

"Dabi?" you whisper, too weak to move.

"Shhh…," a thin trickle of blood runs down his cheek and he wipes it off with his thumb, "I've been looking all over for you."

"My boss," you groan, a wave of exhaustion flowing through your body. "He's going to—"

"Don't worry," Dabi rumbles soothingly, "He's never going to hurt you ever again…"

You are slowly losing the fight with consciousness and close your eyes. He drapes his coat over your naked figure before you're gently being lifted up and carried off through the door.

"Let's go home" are the last words you hear rasped against your ear before darkness engulfs you and you go limp in Dabi's embrace.

[...]

You jolt and turn as you hear the door open. It's a habit you can't seem to shake, even after all these years and your heart races in your ribcage. The panic doesn't last long though because you know there's only one person who enters this apartment.

"Dabi!" You smile, wiping your sudsy hands off with the towel next to the sink.

Placing the towel back on the counter you take a step forward, watching him throw his coat over the couch and kick his boots off. Then his handsome face looks up at you.

"How's my little doll doing today?" He grins and struts towards you, pulling you into a gentle embrace, nuzzling his sharp nose against yours.

"Stop saying little," You gently swat his arm as you giggle, snuggling your face against his broad warm chest, "I'm huge!"

His gaze drops to where your bodies connect, your swollen belly comfortably resting against his pelvis. His warm calloused hand trails down your side and comes to rest on the big mound, gently stroking back and forth.

"So, how are you doing?" he whispers, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "The burns still holding up despite the stretch?"

"Don't worry," you say and pull up your shirt, revealing purple scarred tissue stretching impossibly tense across your swollen belly, "It's fine, see?"

His hand comes to trace over the scarred tissue, the one that he had caused, erasing the horrid words that were once carved into your skin — and with that all memories of the past.

"Perfect," he says and his eyes flick up, the mesmerizing turquoise of his irises peeking at you from under heavy black lashes, "You're perfect–"

His hands rise to cup your face as he cranes his neck, pausing a second before gently pressing his mismatched velvety lips against yours.

Life is still a game. But a beautiful one indeed.

[...]

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