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zialltops · 5 months

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honeysuckle’s & huckleberry’s

After four years away at collage, you’re finally home with the tools and knowledge to save your family ranch. That is, if their ranch hand would stay out of your way.

Or: Ranch hand Joel doesn’t know how to handle the return of his bosses prodigy daughter, her snarky little attitude, or her sinfully tight jeans.

a/n: phew this chapter was hard to write because all i want it for them to kiss already. these two are so at each others throats that i cant WAIT to write that in the form of the devils tango. please let me know what you guys think, comments fuel my desire to write🤍

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Chapter 2: Northern Attitude

Three days of bad weather pass before Joel is able to get the truck out of the snow to drag your car out of the embankment—but he chooses not to anyway. He’s spent the last three days working and avoiding you, because he can’t keep his head from spouting off about how much you piss him off and how good you look doing it.

And piss him off, you do. The morning after your first night home, Joel was shoveling off the steps and the front driveway when you came out of the house in a pair of pants that look like they have been in your closet for years because god damn, they are tight. He doesn’t miss the look on your face when you find your way into the snow where he’s working. “Like my stupid fucking shoes? I wore them so I’d look nice when I saw my parents—thought there was some delicious cowboy here to impress. But now they are all I have to wear because some bullheaded asshole left my car on the side of the road with all of my belongings in it.”

Him, being the bullheaded asshole instead of the delicious cowboy. He’s fuming, if he wasn’t already panting, he’s sure there would be steam rolling out of his ears right about now. He can't stand you. Cant stand your cocky attitude and the way you hold your hands on your hip’s—those sexy little fucking—Joel! “Should have known better than to show up in the middle of winter in those damn heels. You did that to yourself. You should know the only thing you’re findin’ here is cow shit and snow.” You cross your arms and look over his shoulder. “Yeah—nothing but bullshit here.” He turns to find Tommy, his eyes on your figure in your stupidly tight outfit, he’d always been the bolder of the two. “Nice shoes…y’know, they do seem practical, you’re a few inches above the cold, y’know? Don’t ya think, Joel?” You smile at him and Joel sees red, that trading asshole. “Y’know, I was still gonna pull you out, bullheaded asshole here was the one who insisted we leave you.”

If Joel was a better man, he’d tell his brother to fuck off—but he’s not, so he socks him in the mouth and gives him a nasty bruise and a split lip. Both of you hightail it away from the driveway and Joel gets back to his shoveling.

Since that day, it’s been a non-stop onslaught of demeaning remarks. You sneer at him when you pass him in the halls, so he sticks to the hunting cabin he and Tommy occupy for a whole day. When he comes in for supper, you sneer at him again. “What, do you just hide out all day, doing jack shit?” He started this, he knows that, and there isn’t much he can do since he left you for dead on the side of the road a few days ago. He huffs at you when he sits down across from you while everyone else gets their plates in the kitchen. His voice is somewhere between a whisper and an aggravated shout. “I’ve been taking care of the cattle, what the hell have you been doing all day, huh? With that big fancy degree? Hid in the house all day and do your nails?” The nails in question are a sharp blue color, a homage to the crisp skies as the sun sets amongst the gloomy clouds, radiating dark indigo across the plains. His stomach curls when his brain supplies the image of them wrapped around his cock—both your little hands, manicured and soft and—son of a—“Actually, I think I forgot to check the fences. Miss Lou, do you mind if I pack this up to go?” He did forget, and he should do that, but it could have waited another day. He really needs a reason to get away from your accusing eyes right now, away from the way you unwillingly make him feel ridged all over.

He checks all the fences on the half mile walk to the hunting cabin, eats his supper at the sad little table and tries (he fucking tries, okay?) to keep his hands off himself. It aches, aches when he gets hard, like a damn weight between his legs that makes him feel dizzy from lack of blood in his poor muddled brain. He gets crazy—can't stand the thought of another person having so much control over his senses that he can't control his own bodily functions. He hates that you’ve weaseled your way in to his weaknesses—pretty eyes, smarter than him, hard to get with an attitude. It pisses him off so bad that his body reacts before his mind can gain clarity enough to tell himself no. But how can he, when all he can think about is what this is doing to him.

He cant stop thinking about how much of a bitch you are, about the type of men you probably pulled while off in collage and how you expected some kind of Adonis and what you got was just Joel. Your disappointment in his mere existence does nothing to flag how hard he is when he finally gets his hands in his pants. It should be alarming how fast he’s got himself on the edge on the image of you glaring him down, blackmailing him just so he can be your own personal verbal punching bag.

What the fuck is wrong with him, that being treated like garbage gets him so worked up. Is it because he knows it's something he'll never have? Like nothing else in the world can, you’ve got him hot and stiff in his large hand, after three days of knowing you, his head tipped back against his pillow and his eternal gratefulness that Tommy is still eating supper at the main house. At least he wont have to witness the way Joel’s resolve goes down the drain when he thinks about those pretty eyes, those nimble fingers and that bratty little attitude. He cums when he thinks about your stupid fucking shoes and how angry you are at him that you’re stuck wearing them.

Tomorrow, he’ll tell you he still cant get your car out, even if all the fucking snow melts, just so he can watch you walk around in them for a little longer, so he can hate you a little bit more. Maybe his distaste will bleed out the want, but Joel has never been that lucky.

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It’s damn late by the time Tommy makes it home—or maybe it’s not, but Joel's guilty hand found the neck of a bottle a few moments after washing it clean, so he’s completely lost track of time. Drowning his troubles was the best thing he could come up with, so he tipped the bottle back until it was empty and his head felt like it was in a fish bowl.

The door throws open when he’s leaned all the way back in a chair at the little dining table, his bottle sitting empty in front of him and his mind reeling. “Close the damn door, it’s freezing!” He doesn’t open his eyes, because he’s got the spins and the last thing he wants to do right now is throw up.

“Aint me.” He hears Tommy’s voice somewhere in the living room and he finally peeks an eye open and glances towards the door.

“You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?” It’s you, standing in the doorway and letting in all the cold residing outside of these walls. Joel attempts to lean forward, but his weight wobbles and the chair falls backwards on the hardwood. “This is why this ranch doesn’t make any profit. You spend your days drunk off your ass, don’t you?” Her tone is so accusing and snappy, if Joel had half a mind he would pull himself off this floor and give her a piece of it.

“S’the end of the day, I’m not workin’, ‘n I can do whatever I want.” He pulls himself up using the table and he stand there for a moment, trying to let his head catch up with the rest of his body. “I came down here to tell you I want my car out tomorrow morning first thing. But, by the looks of it you wont be good for a damn thing in the morning.”

He groans and walks over to the door on wobbly legs, his vision is blurry but the drunk part of his brain supplies that you walked all the way here with Tommy just to bark orders at him. So, Tommy is definitely a fucking traitor, getting cozy with you when he knows how irritating Joel finds you to be. Even if you look damn good with those wind bitten red cheeks that would look so good hallowed out around his—c’mon, Joel. “I’ll be up before you, smartass. I have livestock to feed, ‘sides, I told you I'd pull it out when I could. Snow’s still too thick.” Joel uses the door frame to hold him up while you look him over from the porch. “I wasn’t asking you to pull it out, Im telling you.” Telling him? Like he’s not his own goddamned person, who makes decisions around here of his own? Hank asked him over a year ago to manage the ranch on his own—he’s been the one calling the shots here for some time, so what gives you the right to stand on his porch and tell him what he’s going to do?

“You might be the all reining princess in their eyes, but do not push me, Honey. I’m not the one to fuck with,” your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest like that might somehow make him second guess his boldness. You take a few steps closer and puff your chest out, point your nose up at him with a hard glare. “What are you going to do about it, huh? Not a damn thing.” Actually, one thing does come to mind and it takes everything in Joels power not to grab you by your hair and bend you over the back of the couch, show you exactly what he’s going to do about it.

Instead, he stands there in the frigid air, looking down at you like a pissed off little mouse staring down an alley cat, so fucking brave that he questions if he’s an alley cat at all. “When you can run this ranch by yourself, then you can look down your nose at me, but until then, you’re going to need some taller stupid fucking shoes.” He wouldn’t have the balls to say these things to you if not for the whiskey burning through his veins. Actually, he’s been pretty weary of telling you off, because the last thing he needs is you telling your parents, who obviously would believe you over him. But right now? Fresh off half a bottle and a mind numbing orgasm? He has all the courage in the world.

“I want my car out. I want my things and my clothes. You have until tomorrow night, or my parents can find new ranch hands.” He scoffs and his anxiety only bubbles up a little bit—he’ll pay for it tomorrow, but right now he’s pissed. “Well you better hurry back there and get on it. I’ll tell ya what—I’ll even help you hang up the flyers, hows that sound?” Your face is beat red in an attempt to contain your anger, your eyebrows are drawn together in the kind of pout that makes Joel chub up in his sleep pants. He’d rather sleep out in the snow than to have you see the way your attempt at aggravation works him up, so he starts to close the door on himself. “Better get to it, unless you want to be the one up at four thirty to feed.” He closes the door, turns his body and lets himself slump against the wood. His palm finds the front of his pants and he pushes, attempting to quell the sudden rush of blood that makes his head spin more than the alcohol in his system. “Damn…she’s gettin’ to you, huh?”

It’s Tommy’s obnoxious fucking voice in his head, standing near the hallway to the two small bedrooms. “Fuck off, Tommy, you know how it is for me.” The younger man laughs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I'm just sayin’, it’s kind of funny. Nobody gets under your skin like that. Does fightin’ really do it for you?” His voice is dripping with amusement and Joel wants to punch him again. “It ain’t the fightin’.” Tommy rolls his eyes when Joel reaches into his pants to adjust the discomfort. “Oh, thats right. Your shitty attitude comes sometime after she gets your big ol’—“ Joel growls at him, ”Tommy, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m going to drag you out in the snow and beat your ass.”

It does the trick, because Tommy knows Joel isn’t kidding, he’s always been the stronger of the two, the one who’s always put Tommy in his place and he’s never been afraid to sock him square in his mouth when he runs it like he is now. “You know it bothers me when I can't control it. I can’t hide it. And she just—she—she’s one of them girls you know? The one’s that you don’t stand a chance with but they rub it in your face anyways and I can’t fucking stand it. It’s embarrassin’.”

He leans away from the door and makes his way over to the couch. When he plops down, his head finds his hands and he drags his calloused fingers through his curly, wind whipped locks. “What if you did stand a chance? Been a really long time since you’ve let yourself have anything.” Tommy finds the seat beside him and their heated argument shifts into a tender conversation, one brother to another, one man to his best friend in the whole world. “Ain’t about what I can have, tom, she’s Hanks daughter and I’m double her age, at least. This,” he gestures to himself vaguely. “This is the last thing a girl like her wants to get themselves tied up in. Can’t—one and done it like you can. Takes some…workin’ up to.”

Tommy pushes his shoulder with a small snort. “Always wondered how you got that thing in anyone.” He hasn’t wondered—he’s asked for years, and Joel being the closed off man he is, never had the heart to spill his bed-mates secrets. But there hasn’t been anyone for years, certainly not someone like you who can get him going faster than anyone he’s ever met. “Just—lots of…stretching. Things I can't do during a tumble in the hay, alright? And not everyone wants to deal with that—fuck know’s I don’t.”

Deal with the rejection of someone seeing him naked and kindly (or not so kindly) telling him that they aren’t interested anymore, deal with the look of shock women give him when he’s pressed up against them—when they feel it. He’s tired of it—so he doesn’t try anymore. Having you at his doorstep, flooring that desire in him? He can't deal with that. “I always thought it would be kind of an appeal to women, don’t they like that? I mean, I didn’t get your genes but I’m not doin’ too bad, they seem to like it.” Not doing too bad? To be normal, lead a normal life where he doesn’t have to bring anxieties to a moment he should only bring pleasure? “It ain’t all puppies and rainbows, man…nine times out of ten were good and they’re into it until I get my pants off. Then they hightail it out of there before I even have a chance to explain myself.”

It’s an embarrassing conversation to have with your brother, but Joel is grateful that he at least has someone he can talk about this with, above all else. The years he’s struggled, the supposed highs that only led to disappointment. It's been one minuscule moment of rejection after another, and he’s not asking for a lot, just to feel what everyone else gets to feel—normal, wanted, less like a freak and more like something to be desired. All for something he can’t change about himself, because believe him he wants to.

“I’m sorry man…I can’t relate, but I know how hard it is for you. One day, some crazy bitch is going to love your…terrifying dick.” He snorts loudly and rolls his eyes at his little brother. “Today ain’t the day, but thanks, Tom…” his head is still spinning and if he doesn’t go to bed soon, he won't make it out to feed before the sun hits the horizon. Tommy heads to his room, but Joel finds a blanket and curls up on the couch with a trash can at his side—just incase he needs to throw up before morning comes and he sobers up.

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He does make it out to feed. It takes him an hour to get a hundred and fifty heads of cattle fed—he can’t wait till spring when they can be turned out to pasture, when half of them are sold off and the breeding season restarts. The cold, stand still winters drive him crazy on every ranch he’s ever worked, but this one more than most, because the cold is bone deep and there's you now, to drive him crazy in every possible direction.

When he’s done with the cattle, he takes inventory of the feed room, make’s a list to take with himself to town when the roads are cleared, then makes his way over to the stable. If there is one thing he can find solitude in, it’s snorting, fussing, grouchy ass horses early in the morning. They’ll kick at the stalls until he’s filled their feeders, snort cold air at him like they don’t want his company—he finds a lot of himself in the equine’s, misunderstood unless you get to know them like he has. He finds that his favorite place to be is in a saddle, pushing cattle through spring summer and fall, just him and them and all the trust in each other they have to offer.

Once they are fed, he finds his tack bucket and pulls open the stall to a young mare they’d bought last summer. She was ready to break this spring, but Hank had all but given up on the Morgan. So much so that he’d handed Joel her bridle one morning and told him “if you can get through to her, she’s all yours, son.”

She wasn’t a big horse, compared to others over her breed, but she had an untamable mane and tail that Joel has to keep braided or it becomes a rat's nest. She’s all over the place, spooky with a fear of water that Joel can't seem to help her get over. For such a pretty little Palomino, she sure has a lot of fight in her.

“Hey, pissy girl.” He hums when she flicks her tail at him, pulling her head out of her feeder just long enough to look back at him. He’s been the only person she lets in the stall since they got her, the only person who can give her a good brush down and stand behind her without getting a hoof to the chest. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? I had stuff to do before I could bring you guys breakfast. Besides, you’re gettin’ fat.” He pats her on her flank, watches dust come up under his hand. He starts brushing her down when he hears the stable doors come open. He knows it's not Tommy, because he’s in the north field checking on the heifers who are getting ready to calf. They still have a few more weeks, but it's good to keep track in the middle of the kind of storms they’ve been getting. The last thing they need is losing a calf to this kind of cold.

“Joel? You in here?” It’s Hanks booming voice in the desolate stable. “Yeah, I’m in here Hank!” He sets down the brush and steps out of the stall because he knows Hank won't come in it. “I was tryin’ to find you before my daughter did. She been through here yet?” His stomach drops and curls—did she tell him? About the argument they had on his porch last night? That he was drunk off his ass drowning his emotions like he always has? “I don’t know what she might have…told you, but it was at home—the cows were good, animals fed, I wasn’t—“ Hank makes a face and shakes his head. “Son, I ain’t mad at you for nothin’. I told her you’re allowed to have a few drinks when you’re done with your work. She can be very…aggravating, if anyone knows that it's me. I just wanted to apologize before she comes in a raging ball of fire because shes embarrassed about her shoes.”

Embarrassed? She’s embarrassed about walking around in those boots that make her ass look like it was sculpted by gods? Those damn shoes that can get him hard in an instant? “She’s embarrassed about them?”

Hank cracks a soft smile and puts his hands on his hips. “Most of that fire comes from a hurt place. She's all bark and no bite—“ Joel scoffs. “She just about bit my head off last night. I might have said some things I shouldn’t have.” Hank has always been understanding and kind the entire time Joel has known him. “I know, we talked about it. She said I need new ranch hands and I told her I don’t trust anyone to run this ranch but you. Don’t worry, I won't let her run you off. I really thought college would set her straight, but she’s still got that stubborn attitude of hers. Just—keep yourself busy and she’ll give up eventually. Don’t be afraid to defend yourself, either. I’m not going to get mad at you for standing up to her.”

Its more of a relief than he thought it would be to hear Hank stick up for him. You must have ran home to tattle on him, but knowing Hank has his back eases the anxiousness built up in him from the night before. “Anyways…when you see her, maybe Tommy can take her to get her things until we can get her car out, so she can get off of everyones back.” It’s going to have to be Tommy—there's no way in hell Joel can handle being in a car with her by himself with his current situation. “Absolutely, thank you Hank.” The man heads out the door with a genuine smile. “Don’t be too late for breakfast! Louise made fresh jam.”

Breakfast sounds like a dream to his empty stomach, so he gets back to the task at hand so he can spare himself a few minutes of downtime to eat before he gets back to work. He steps back into the stall, runs his hand across the top of his horse's back and sighs. “Maybe I should cut her some slack, huh Cersei? You’re kind of a bitch, but you’re still my favorite girl.” The horse nickers at him, flicks her tail and waits patiently for him to get back to brushing out her winter coat.

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It’s breakfast when he finally sets eyes on you again, but you aren’t in those damn shoes—you’re barefoot like that's somehow any better. You’re barefoot in what looks like an old pair of your pajamas, like you just rolled out of bed when it’s already eight in the morning. “Look what the cat dragged in.” You sneer at him a little when he sits down across from you with his plate. Tommy hasn’t made it inside yet and Hank and Louise are in the living-room after they’ve already finished eating.

“I’ve been up for hours, what were you doing? Cant learn to manage a ranch if you sleep until eight in the morning.” Joel feels like he has the upper hand, and based on the look on your face, you know it too. “That’s what I have you for, to do all the grunt shit I don’t want to. I slept like a baby.” Joel on the other hand tossed and turned all night, willing away his morning wood for hours until he finally gave in and wrapped his hand around himself in the dark of his room under his soft quilt, where your prying eyes couldn’t reach.

It’s the only damn thing keeping him from chubbing up in his jeans, looking at you across the table in a pair of sleep shorts that ride up and leave little to his imagination. He thinks about how easy it would be to pull them aside and slip his fingers through your lips—if he would be able to get you wet. It’s enough to get him excited, so he tries to find a way out before it becomes too big of a problem.

“Where are you going?” He looks down at his plate, devising a plan to leave with it, so he can at least finish his breakfast. “Uhm…I have a lot to do today, figured I would get back to it while the day is young.” You push your chair back and stand as well, Joel’s eyes must have a mind of their own because they track up your bare thighs to the bottom of your shorts that have ridden up so much the fabric is pulled tight along the outline of your center—goddamn he can fucking see your pussy. He makes a sharp sound, choking on the spit building up in his mouth as it waters.

“You aren’t doing anything until you get my car out, you hear me? I’m not walking around another second like this.” You gesture to yourself—Joel couldn’t agree more. You need to wear clothes that fit you if he wants to keep his dick to himself. “Tommy is going to take you, he’ll be in soon.” You shake your head at him with a huff. “No, I don’t want Tommy taking me, he’s not the one responsible for leaving my car in the snow. You are getting my car out.”

He wants to argue some more, but arguing with you makes him horny and the last thing he needs is to be that worked up in a car with you for an extended period of time.

“Fuck—alright, fine—give me fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you at the truck.”

It’s a shit ass excuse to run back to the cabin and spend ten minutes jacking off as fast as he can fucking manage so he can control himself in the truck. It’s a futile attempt to control the way Hanks spitfire of a daughter makes him hotter than the surface of the sun.

You are going to be the death of him.

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gojo-enthusiast · 6 months

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Toji Fushiguro ~ “Fist Your Cock.”

18+, MDI, time of the month, masterbation, p in v, period sex, Toji is perfect, fuck everyone else who thinks otherwise.

Word count: who fucking knows I was just writing in my car during my lunch break.

There was only three things Toji hated more than anything in his life, 1. Was when you were being bratty, 2. You on your period, and 3. You being bratty while on your period. He hated to see you in that aching pain, and he also hated how he couldn’t fuck your brains out. You both had tried having sex once before while you were on your time of the month, the blood part didn’t freak him out, it was you who found it uncomfortable, and gross.

But here you were, the 5 days out of the month, on your menstrual cycle once again. Dreading telling your boyfriend when he gets home, because of course the first thing he does when he gets home from his boring office job, is he gropes you, fondling you.

You hear him kick off his shoes, shutting the front door to your shared apartment. “‘M home.” He says in a yawn, perking up like a dog when he sees you. You were in one of his big shirts, big to you at least, and some boxer briefs because they were so much more comfortable especially when you’re on your time of the month. He knew, the moment he saw those damn briefs, what time of the month it was. “Ugh fuck.” He groans, “are you serious? Again?” He grumbles to himself, “Toji! What do you mean again? I am on it every month, quit acting like this is some surprise.” You say with an annoyed tone.

“Hey! Don’t get sassy with me.” He says sternly, “well your the one making sounds of disgust!” You pout, “I just hate your woman stuff, ‘m pent up.” He says, running his hands through his dark jet black hair. “Oh and you think I want to be on it?” You say crossing your arms, clearly frustrated. You usually didn’t let his little remarks get under your skin, but you were already in an irritable mood, and hormonal. But your not going to tell him that, because he would only use it as an excuse on why you’re “overreacting”

“Look all I’m saying is, ‘m wanted to come home, and get a good fuck in. What can I say.” He chuckles throwing his hands up in defeat. You’re mad, beyond mad. You shouldn’t be, but everything has pissed you off today. So now you’re going to take it out on the man who hates a sassy attitude. “Aw well doesn’t it suck to be you then? Hmm? How about you go fist your cock since your so “pent up” you say, throwing up the quotation motion with your hands, storming off into your bedroom.

“Oh so it’s like that, hmm?” He smirks. He says spinning you around, “huh?” You say confused, almost feeling whiplash. “Fist my own cock huh? Aight.” He grins, dragging you into the shared bedroom, standing in front of the full length mirror he had mounted on the wall. The mirror you would make him stand in front of with you, as you took mirror pictures with him, always making him hold your waist, or have his head laying on your shoulder. The same mirror, that you both maybe once or even twice fucked in front of, because he wanted you to see your fucked out face.

He turns you to look at yourself in the mirror, and instantly pulls your shirt over your head. “Toji!” You squeal, covering your breast. “Put your arms down now, you want me to fist my own cock, well ‘m need some motivation.” He smirks, pulling your arms away from your chest, then unzipping his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. You’re watching him through the mirror, the lump in your throat just sitting there. You felt like you almost couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t figure out the wetness that felt like was leaking out was your period, or arousal, or maybe even both. But you felt your nipples start to harden, and you think that maybe this isn’t the worst idea.

“Watch how I stroke it baby, because when your done with your lady stuff, ‘m gonna fuck that bratty little mouth of yours, then fuck that sassy pussy afterwards. Ungh- you hear me?” He says in a grunt, stroking his cock slowly. All of a sudden, you see his hand that he had been stroking his cock with, come up to you, he mutters- “spit.” And you do, because the last thing you wanted was for him to pull down those briefs and fuck you into oblivion. “Yes sir.” You say, spitting into his head. He smirks, he knows how nasty you are, how your mind is just as disgusting as is. Even though, you had this good girl persona, you were freakier than what you showed on the outside.

“Ha- you want me to fuck you dontcha?” He scoffs, a grin plastered on his face. He’s stroking his cock faster, pre-cum droplets peeking out of the slit of his tip. “Fuck, I wish I was feeling your pussy rig-right now.” He mutters under his breath, his cock twitching in his hand. You are watching every single move, seeing the way he pumps it from the base, and squeezing around the very tip, causing more of the pre-cum to leak out. You move your hand up to one of your nipples, standing there in front of the mirror, and starting pinching it. He looks up at you through the mirror, then groans, that’s all it took for him to full out shoot his seed onto his hand and the mirror, your watching his cock twitch in his hand, he’s moaning loudly, “fuck, shit, god damn.” Spilling from his mouth.

“How much are you bleeding?” He says, looking over at you. “What? What do you mean?” You ask, stepping back. “I can’t hold it.” He says, picking you up, taking you into the shower, taking off your briefs. “You got a tampon in?” He ask, your dumbfounded. “Yes or no?” He ask again, “y-yeah.” You say, putting your hands over your womanhood. He spreads your legs, pulling the string dangling, throwing it in the trash quickly, placing you in the shower. In a swift movement, he has your leg lifted, and he’s fucking you into the wall.

“T-tooojiii.” You moan, at this point you didn’t care if you were bleeding or not, feeling his cock stretch your walls, you forgot all about the ache in your stomach. He starts swirling his tongue around your nipple, they were so sensitive. You look down at him, water droplets falling from the ends of his hair, he leans his head up, still fucking you fast, and deep. Trying to have some sort of control, so he doesn’t hurt you. He knew how sensitive you were down there when you were haven’t your time of the month. He brings his hand down, rubbing your clit. “Toji don’t, I’m bleeding.” You moan, “hush, your pussy is talking to me.” He groans in your ear, “listen to her. She said for me to keep going.” He smirks, you’rere so close to your release, “Toji, I’m cumming.” You say in a moan, “cum princess, cum all over my cock.” He groans, feeling you milking him dry.

And after 3, 4 thrust, he’s shooting his seed deep into you. Finally pulling out, a mixture of blood and both of your cum. You loved how it didn’t bother him one bit, he was disgusting, he was vulgar, but he was just for you, he loved you in every form, he’d fuck you even if you were dead, something he said. A lot of people found it as a red flag, but you loved that about him, it showed you that he had eyes for no one but you, and you were okay with that. “Period sex ain’t bad huh? Took that brattiness out of that tiny little body of yours.” He smirks, kissing your forehead, starting to rinse and wash you off.

“Mmm I guess not. But this isn’t going to be a regular thing.” You side eye, “Hmm we will see ab’ that one.” He chuckles.

Let’s just say, those 5 days you two took a lot of showers.

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spidey-bie · 7 months

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Murder In The Morning

A/N: I am suffering. It's 2 in the morning. If there are errors then no there isn't. Hobie x g/n black reader Summary: Your period came while sleeping over at Hobie's. Warnings: Blood (duh), Reader uses pads because tampons scare me

You should've known that it was coming.

The signs were all there. The restless sleep schedule, the sudden shift in emotions, strange cravings, and the unusual forgetfulness.

You’d thought you had more time but, alas.

Here you are, waking up in Hobie Brown's bed surrounded by a pool of blood.

"It's everywhere." Obviously you were exaggerating but you knew it was gonna be a pain to deal with later.

"Oh my God." It was really bad.

"You alright in there?" Hobie calls from the kitchen. He's probably let you sleep in while he started cooking breakfast.

"It's a code red," You call back. This was a gag you both had started from the first time your period started at Hobie’s house. At least this time it wasn't on new sheets.

"What's the damage?"

"It was a massacre." You have to check to see if you bled through to the mattress.

"Damn it." Unfortunately, you had.

"It's that bad?" Hobie

"Captain, they ambushed us. We never stood a chance."

He ducks into the room, eyes widening at the scene.

"Woah. All this came from you?"

You stare at him blankly. Sometimes you wonder if he says stupid stuff like this just to piss you off.

"Who else is there?"

"I just thought I was the only one with enemies to fight here."

And if any of them popped up right now you would leave him to fend for himself. Spider-man values be damned.

"Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't punch you right now."

"Because." He says waving a bottle of peroxide as he walks towards you.

"While you take a nice, long, hot shower I'll be cleaning up this whole mess for you." He was standing in front of you now. You started to feel bad for your small outburst.

“But before that.” He opens his arms wide. An open invitation for a hug you so desperately needed.

"Fine" You sigh and let yourself be enveloped in his arms.

"Thank you." You mumbled into his chest.

"Of course." He pressed a light kiss onto your forehead. "Now off you go."

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After hopping out the shower and being met with the cold air of the bathroom you felt the cramps start to creep in.

"You got any ibuprofen or those para- whatchamacallits?"

"Paracetamols. Med cabinet." You grabbed a blister pack out of the cabinet and popped a pill.

You had thrown away the pants and underwear that you were wearing earlier; they were beyond saving. Thankfully, there were clothes for you to change into, courtesy of Hobie’s closet, and underwear from a previous visit. However, there was one thing that you didn’t have.

"Bie." You shouted. "You got any pads?" It was unlikely but, you might've left some behind before. If not you could always just send Hobie to grab some.

“Umm. Check under the sink?"

You open the drawer and nearly cry from what you see. There sat a small box, clearly labeled in Hobie’s messy handwriting, Lovebug's Blood Kit. It held pads in a number of colors and sizes, as well as a variety of your favorite chocolates.

You put on a pad and headed to the bedroom, expecting Hobie to still be there. To your surprise, you were met with a bare mattress completely cleaned of the previous murder scene. "In here," he called from the kitchen. "Food's done."

"How’d yo-"

"You were in there for ages, bug. I was starting to think you passed out from blood loss."

You roll your eyes and smile. You were in love with an idiot. A caring and considerate idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.

"Thanks again for everything." You sit down and begin to eat.

“Don’t know what you mean,” he shrugged, glancing towards you with a smile.

You giggle. “Of course you don’t.”

The quiet hum of the washing machine continued in the background as you both sat and ate.

(A/n I got lazy by the end lol. Thank you to my lovely lovely editors @whaliiwatching and @shuinami. This was truly a mess before they looked at it.)

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kisseobie · 4 days

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making up w jongseob after an argument…🙏🏽

thank god i’m getting jongseob requests ohhhh my goddddd he makes me feel insane. he’s such a sweet boy that i feel like making up with him after an argument would be so wholesome but for the sake of hard hours!! let’s go with this..

it can either go two ways

1. you pissed him off so bad that he can’t help but fuck you into submission and remind you who you belong to

2. you both fucked up and said some really hurtful things to eachother in the heat of the argument, leading to tearful apologies and slow lovemaking in your bed

for the first option, i can see jongseob being very hyper-focused and calculated with his work, and when he chooses to work from your shared apartment, he can’t help but get annoyed at your constant interruptions and nagging. it’s nothing too serious, and the first few times you sparked up a conversation with him, he was happy for the break from all of his stress. eventually though, you begin to become impatient, murmuring under your breath that he isn’t giving you any attention, that he’s always too invested in work, that you’re bored and the dishes from breakfast are still not clean and he said he was gonna do them tonight! maybe he overreacts, but when you try to pull him out of his desk to spend time with you, he pulls his hand away and scolds you for not allowing him to focus, which pisses you off and leads to the two of you uselessly bickering over little things. after awhile of fighting you decide to cut the arguing short, grab your purse and keys, and make your way to the door to go anywhere away from him, but he reacts quicker, pulling you back in his direction (much to your dismay)….

after some resistance on your part, you both are able to silently sulk in the aftermath of your argument. seob surprisingly is the first to admit his wrongs, admitting that he might actually benefit from a break and that he was just being stubborn. you however, opt to be a brat, shutting down his excuses and irritating him once again. he finally decides to shuts off his pc and make his way towards you, apologies still woven into his lips as he pulls you into a hungry kiss to shut you up. it’s almost laughable how easily you melt into his embrace, but he doesn’t give you enough time to bask in the kiss before he’s pushing your back to the couch, climbing onto you, and taking off your pants in one swift motion. fucks you into oblivion, angrily thrusting into you and mocking your tears, not allowing you to apologize at this point because “weren’t you so hell bent on being a brat earlier?”. he’s not usually this dominant, this mean, but he figures you’ve forgotten basic manners and respect and he needs to fuck those principles back into you. after a few orgasms, you both lay next to each other spent, panting and making out some more before you break into a fit of giggles at how ridiculous the argument was. you definitely keep in mind, however, that if you ever want to get pounded into next week again, pissing your boyfriend off is the ideal way to go.

for the latter of the scenarios, i believe the insecurities of dating an idol could possibly catch up to you, and instead of jongseob being reassuring like he typically is, he isn’t in the best mood already and your constant questioning of his love makes him feel like he isn’t doing enough for you. tensions are high as he brushes your questions off, indirectly calling your insecurities silly, and on any other day you would agree with him and laugh at yourself for ever doubting how he feels about you, but on this instance, you take it more personal. you pause whatever movie the two of you are watching and continue to demand answers out of him, which leads to a huge fight that neither of you anticipated. the breaking point for jongseob is when you angrily ask “do you even love me?” to which he takes great offense, yelling back that “maybe i shouldn’t, i wouldn’t if i knew it was going to be this hard!”. he regrets his reply as soon as it exits his mouth but it’s no use, your eyes well up with tears and he can feel his heart sinking as he begs you to forgive him. eventually you both are in tears, with seob frantically explaining that he never meant it, that he loves you so much more than you’ll ever know, that he’s sorry he hasn’t been showing you that well enough.

when the pair of you’ve settled down from the fight and the tears have stopped spilling, jongseob pulls you into a kiss, taking breaks every now and then to whisper “i love you” against your mouth. the feelings and regrets become so overwhelming that you need to be close, need to feel each other, need to hold on to each other because you’ve never fought like this before, and kisses become hungrier as jongseob undresses you with the utmost love and care, never going a minute without telling you he loves you as your bodies connect to become one. your boyfriend’s thrusts are slow and passionate, both your eyes and fingers interlocked the entire time as the two of you continue to push apologies and words of affirmations from your lips. jongseob kisses you deeply as you both climax at the same time, the emotions only making the feeling more intense.

later, when you both have regulated your breathing, you cuddle up to eachother, jongseob peppering kisses all over your skin as he whispers more sweet nothings at the latest hours of night. your naked chests are pressed up tightly against each other, as if the two of you are afraid of letting go. jongseob strokes your bare back as you begin to fall asleep, and finally, you both feel at peace

a/n: i rambled so much this is a mess sorry..

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milehighs · 2 months

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MAKE UP!

play 'make up' by ariana grande

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Synopsis.

The couple haven't talked to each other in over a week ever since the incident at Topper's party that came upon them. Fortunately their friends bring them together as it began to go upon week 2, and Rafe decides to take the initiative..and prove to her she's the only one. But is it that easy for y/n?

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Y/n's pov

I came down the stairs of my towards the large wooden themed kitchen, putting my dishes away when my phone rang. I sighed, flipping my phone on the other side to see the contact. Topper. I rolled my eyes, picking it up as I washed the 3 dishes I had. "Y/n you need to come back here right now" "No. Why should?" "Because y/n! He's your boyfriend! You guys need to fix this!" I dropped the dishes in my hands, wiping my hands before leaning against the marble counter and put the phone in my hand.

It's about to get ugly real quick.

"Listen Topper, This is his problem- I didn't go to the Goddamn party and had a bitch all over me trying to get in my pants okay!? Don't tell me where to go and what the fuck to do when this is clearly his fault ok!? You're fucking sick- all of you! This is not for me to fix, I don't have to go anywhere if he wants to act this way then trust me I can too." I snapped, hanging up the phone afterwards and took a deep breath before slowly going back to the dishes.

I don't wanna deal with this shit, I really don't have the time. Not this evening I don't. But I soon get another phone call making my eyes roll at the back of my head i'm irritation as I, this time, picked the phone up with anger and saw the contact. Sarah. I took a deep breath, picking the phone up. "Yes?" "Open the door" I sighed, hanging up and wiping my hands before going towards the door to open it.

Sarah came inside, closing the door as I made my way back towards the kitchen with her closely behind. "Y/n...you know what I'm gonna say right?" "And I'm not here for it" "Y/n come on-" "Sarah I told you im not here for it! I'm not ok! I told Topper that this is his situation to fix - not mine! You all act like I'm the one who went there!" Sarah quickly shut it down. "No one is acting like nothing. We just want you guys to talk it's been going on for almost 2 weeks!" "I can go on for longer!" "Y/n don't be like that" I huffed, finishing up the dishes before wiping the counter.

Sarah leaned against the counter as I turned around, she gave me her eyes full of disappointment. I stared into them, knowing what I have to do. "Its 8! And I have plans!" "Well they're now canceled, let's go" "We'll I'm not dressed-" "Y/n" I groaned really loudly, throwing on a hoodie and sweats going to put on my slides before turning off the lights and following Sarah out the door. "You're sick for this" "I love you too" Sarah giggled as I got in her car making our way to the Cameron residence.

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We arrived, going inside Topper was living room looking directly at me. "So this is what you dragged me over here for?" I sighed at Sarah, making her roll her eyes, rubbing my shoulder. "Wow you really got her over here?" Topper said from the couch. "It's called having patience" Sarah responded, before offering me a chair in the spacious living room. But I denied, still over the edge. "Y/n come on" I huffed, sitting down with him behind me.

"Ok so? Meeting! yay! I was totally looking forward to this especially since a girl had some awesome plans tonight but I was rudely interrupted by this shit" I snapped, fake smiling at my 'so called' friends. "What plans?" I looked at Rafe who appeared out the kitchen, shirtless. "None of your business" he huffed, sitting down on the couch. "You guys need to talk. It's going on for 2 weeks and it should not be like this" "Oh ask the one who couldn't keep his dick in his pants!" "Y/n what did I tell you about that attitude of yours ?" "Rafe shut the hell up" I rolled my eyes as I ran my hands through my hair.

"You guys really don't realize that I'm pissed right now and I'm tired of you always thinking that I have to fix things when I don't have to fix shit! This is his business and this is his problem to fix - you will not force me to do anything." I huffed out about to get up but Sarah sat me back down, calming me down. "Y/n it's not like that-" "Oh shut up Top because you were there and didn't even stop him!" I snapped at Topper, tears almost breaking from my eyes.

"Sarah drive me back now" "Y/n-" "Now!" I yelled, a tear escaping from my eye as I stood up and gazing towards Sarah. She sighed, pulling me close into her embrace as I let out a silent sob. "You guys should know better" Sarah said softly to Rafe and Topper, walking me out the house and to the car. "It's ok, it's alright I'll drop you off okay?" She walked me in the car and she got in the drivers seat. She held my hand the whole way as tears fell out of my eyes. I felt her grip tighten around my hand every time I would let out a sob or a sniff. At this point I don't know what's going to happen...I'm scared, actually.

Rafe's pov

We all sat there, frustrated and sad as i ran my hands through my hair. "We fucked up" "You think!?" I yelled out at Topper's comment, standing up as I tugged my hair. "We can fix this-" my phone ringing interrupted Topper. Picking it up and saw Sarah's contact. "Sarah?" "I dropped Y/n back at her place, this is your chance to make shit work if you want to fix things between the two of you" her voice echoed out load making Topper look at me.

"What-" I started "I secretly grabbed your spare key to her house and I put it on the table next to you," I looked at the table and saw the key making me smile secretly. "You have like - an hour or two to do whatever. I'm giving you a chance and this would probably be your last before hell breaks apart. Make it happen Rafe." She hung up. "Go. Now." Topper said, and I grabbed my things and the key before going out the the garage and drove off to her house.

As I drove I thought about her the whole way. I looked at my car and saw Y/n on the big screen pad that was planted in the middle. I smiled, picking up my speed to make it towards her house.

Y/n's pov

Unlocking the door, I made my way in my house. My parents were out on the anniversary vacation out in the Bahamas which mean I had the house to myself for 3 week. I furrowed my eyebrows, before walking towards where the light was coming from.

The kitchen?

Walking in I saw food. Lots of food. I blinked, seeing a tall man figure washing the dishes. Turning around, setting a plate of food on the table and looked at me. I held back a small smile, staring into his apologetic eyes. "What..Rafe-" "I um..cooked your favorite foods" He said, keeping his eyes on me. I smiled walking towards him.

"How?" "Sarah gave me a key and..told me to make it happen" I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him and he hugged me tightly as I jumped in his arms, holding me tight as he dug his face in my neck. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry please" "Shh it's ok, it's ok" I soothed the back of his neck as I heard his sniffles. "Don't leave, please don't leave I need you. You're everything to me" I shook my head "I'm not going nowhere" he held me tighter, not letting go as I kept him place.

We hugged for a moment, embracing each other's presence as I kissed his head gently. "I missed you" he whispered, connecting our foreheads together as our hands intertwined tightly. "Yea..me too" "I'm sorry. I - it won't happen again I promise" I hummed, my eyes falling towards the food on the table. "You cooked that?" "Yeah, I tried" we laughed as we looked at each other. "I missed you... I've been away from you for 2 weeks- fuck." I smiled, feeling his lips land on mine making me respond to the action

We kissed until we got rough with each other, his hands feeling all over me and picked me up. He made it to the long couch, setting me on it as he hovered over me. I felt his aching cock, grinding and aching for friction on my clothed heat. "Fuck, I can't wait" He unzipped the dress, taking it off and ripped the lacy panties I had on. "Ok ok Rafe listen-" he didn't. Instead, he sucked me out hungrily, lapping his tongue in between my folds and clit, moaning desperately and sucking with hunger in his eyes.

"Mmh fuck, Rafe" "Fuck I missed this, I missed this so much I missed this pussy, this fucking pussy" I whined at he sucked with need, and hunger. His tongue flicked my clit, messing with the bud making my hands grip the the couch below me at the unbearable pleasure I was receiving. "I feel like - fuck, i'm getting close" "Come for me baby." my eyes shut tight as my high caught up to me. Coming all over his mouth, feeling him moan and sucking all of my juices

"Fuck, that's my good girl" He moaned into my cunt before standing up and taking off his sweats and boxers. "Come here" he sat down and I went to him, stroking it before taking his cock in my mouth. He hissed, groaning quietly as I sucked his member slowly, but hard enough to get him squirming a little. "Fuckkk that mouth is amazing - that fucking mouth is amazing you sucking me like that? Hm like a fucking bitch?" He thrusted his hips upward, making me moan around him. "Ooh yeaaa she likes that, she likes that nasty shit doesn't she" Rafe pushed my head all the way down and thrusted his hips upward, fucking his cock up in my mouth.

"Fuck fuck fuck - shit suck that cock. Suck that shit and make me cum like the whore you are, look at you." His hand placement on my jaw was pretty strong, but it was so hot..I was close already.

Touching myself the entire time.

"Shit - oooh you touching yourself already? She's such a slut she couldn't take her hand off her pussy huh? So horny, you're getting turned on by this? I know you are." I whined and moaned around his cock as his words made my pussy throb even more. I wasn't gonna last. "Mmh daddy" I muffled out, whining as my fingers went in and out of my pussy faster. "You wanna cum baby? You wanna make daddy cum and cum on your fingers? Dirty bitch." I moaned again, feeling his hips quicken the pace and so did my fingers.

"Yea yea yea yea yea - i'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum fuck" He soon came down my throat which sent me moaning like crazy, and I soon came all over my fingers. I shuddered at the orgasm, my eyes fluttering shut as I continued to suck hm off and all the cum that came with it. "Ooh there you go" I took his cock out, breathing heavily as I stared at the still hard cock standing tall.

I huffed, slowly standing and straddled him as i felt his large hands roam up and down my body as he bucked his hips up for the tip to touch the entrance of my pussy. I hummed, sinking down on his hard rock cock of as he hissed at the warm feeling. "Ooouu shit that pussy wet. Fuck baby." I sunk down all the way, moaning as i rolled my hips around. "Fuck..almost forgot how big you were" Rafe let out a low chuckle "Ride that dick like you mean it" I bounced up and down, my moans immediately filling the room we were in as my pace quickened by the minute.

"Fuck! This feels too good - I can't" "Yes you can you're going to ride that dick till I say it's time for you to stop" he slapped my ass making me shriek at the action. My pleasures rose, heart beating loudly, and my pussy...wetter then over. "Daddy..I can't, I'm gonna cum soon" Rafe nodded smirking. "That's what i love to hear" he bucked up into me, fucking me with an unhuman pace making my mouth open and my eyes roll at the back of my head as he fucked me with no mercy. "FUCKING HELL - RAFE!" "Shut up" he grabbed my throat, applying slight pressure to it as he continued to fuck up inside me.

"I'm gonna cum! Daddy make me cum daddy please" "You wanna cum on this cock? Go head baby cum for daddy." my eyes shut tight at his words and I came all over his cock, slicking it as i heard his chuckles as a reaction. "Fuckkk. Guess we ain't need lube after all" he groaned before flipping me over on my stomach on the remainder of the couch, putting my ass up in the air with the dick still inside me.

"W-Wait i just came Rafe hold on - FUCK!" he vigorously fucked into me, slapping my ass leaving red hand prints on it as he fucked me with everything in him. "Fuck that pussy so good. So fucking good clenching on me like that, you holding on aren't you? Not letting me go. You not letting that dick go baby?" I moaned, grabbing everything and anything I could reach my hands to as his dick continued to ram in and out of me. It was too much..he was definitely messing me up.

"Fuck im finna cum, i'm finna cum in that pussy you want me to cum in that pussy? Hm? You want me to cum in that pussy? You gon let me?" He grabbed my hair and tilt my head all the way back, my eyes meeting his. "Y—Yes come in me. Come in my pussy daddy fill me up. I want you to fill me daddy please!" I whined, my throat dry as ever as his pace quickened. "Fuck keep lookin at me like that you gon make me cum. Fuck....i'm cummin" "Wait - wait Rafe i'm close" "Cum with me baby cum with daddy feel me fill up that tight little pussy huh, you want me to fill up that tight little pussy - shit i'm cummin" My moans got louder as his pace quickened once more then we both came, me squirting and him fucking his cum inside me.

"Good girl, feel that shit you nasty bitch." I moaned and whimpered at the still tight grip on my hair as I felt broke and drained. "Fuck, you ok?" i hummed, my eyes fluttering shut at the intense sex we had. I felt his kisses on my shoulder blades and back. "You want some food?" I nodded, laying lifeless on the couch as I continued to receive Rafe's sweet and gentle kisses.

Minutes later while i'm still laying lifeless on the couch, he put me in a shirt and set up a movie as he brought over some plates. I sat up on the couch with my legs crossed as handed me my food ever so innocently making me scoff and both of laugh at the action as he sat beside me scooting me closer. "I wonder what Sarah and Top are thinking" I chuckled making him chuckle as well. "Well I probably have an idea" i looked at him, both smirking at each other.

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hypnoneghoul · 3 months

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piss bukkake anon again (god what a fucking legacy... can I have like one of those anon emojis just so I wont have to say that shit everytime. if yes can I be 🍑 anon? if thats already taken then 💅🏻 or 💀?)

anyway... I was thinking and like if youre not into this dw I totally understand!!

but what if two of the ghouls are fucking and they knot. but the top suddenly realises they have to pee... maybe they pee and have to stay linked together until the knot goes down (having to awkwardly shuffle to the bathroom or get it all over the bed), maybe they Barely make it out but lose control right before the toilet/right as they get up to run to the bathroom. maybe they Almost make it but just as theyre almost deflated enough they lose control, unlocking right as theyre finished... maybe with Swiss and another ghoul? though if its 2 other ghouls I also dont mind!

i haven't stoped thinking about this since you sent it i died ugh. also in case u missed it, you can be 🍑 np heh anyway i chose swissdew to not torture yall with yet another swissalps fic lmao

520 words, anal sex, knotting, cis dew for once, pissing inside (pisspie?), slight degradation, tiny bit of hair pulling

“Ugh, kitten, stop that,” Swiss grunted, digging his claws into Dewdrop’s hips.

“Stop whining,” the fire ghoul snarled and pushed his ass back into Swiss’ stomach once again.

“Fucking hell,” he spat as he wrapped the other’s braid around his hand and pulled, making him moan wantonly. “It’s gonna be your problem, not mine, if I piss in your pretty little hole. Stop. Squirming.”

“Who said it’s gonna be a problem, hm?”

“Oh… oh, you fucking whore,” Swiss gasped, the realization hitting him like a freight train. The realization that Dewdrop wanted him to… “Fuck.”

Dewdrop purred, arching his back further as if in invitation, “Come on. Knot me, get me stuck and fill me up.”

“Shit, fuck, kitten, you– fucking hell,” the multi ghoul moaned and pushed back into Dewdrop again. The idea alone and the fact that he wanted to do that, that they were about to do that threw Swiss right onto the edge, his knot ready to be shoved in.

“Do it.”

“Give me– shit, gimme a minute,” he panted, jack hammering into the fire ghoul with a bruising force. With a moan he bent down over Dewdrop and pressed his face to his back. “Are you… are you sure?”

“Yes, fuck,” he whined at the change in angle that made Swiss ram straight into his prostate. “I’m c– close.”

“Me too,” the multi ghoul muttered into his skin. He straightened back up and clenched his jaw so hard it hurt. Swiss dug his claws into Dewdrop’s skinny hips, holding him with an iron grip and pushed. He pushed and pushed, watching the fire ghoul’s hole stretching around his knot, until it popped in, making Dewdrop shudder and wail as he came untouched onto the mattress below them.

“So fucking tight, kitten,” Swiss growled, grinding it in for a good measure. It took only seconds for the rhythmic clenches of Dewdrop’s ass and the tightness and warmth engulfing Swiss’ cock to make him cum, too. He groaned as his orgasm washed over him, nearly forgetting about their… plan.

“Do it,” the fire ghoul reminded him, nearly sobbing. “Please, Swiss.”

How could he not obey such a pretty plea?

The moment Swiss’ dick stopped leaking cum, he forced himself to relax and let go. It was harder than it should be, considering how he could barely hold it in minutes ago. With a sigh of relief the multi ghoul started to piss, filling Dewdrop up to the very brim as he moaned like a true whore at the feeling of all the warmth inside him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, shit, it’s– it’s so good,” he cried out, limbs shaking.

“So fucking filthy, kitten,” Swiss chuckled above him as he rubbed his hands over the fire ghoul’s back soothingly. “My lovely little piss slut.”

"Shut the fuck up," Dewdrop breathed out. "Lay us down."

He didn't reply, only bent down to kiss the other's spine and obeyed, wrapping his arms around him and laying them down on their sides.

"We're doing this again," Dewdrop announced once Swiss cuddled up to his back.

"Absolutely we are."

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decaffeinatedgalaxyprince · 11 days

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oh speaking of road trip omo, i did get a chance to try some recently

i went with a couple fwb to see the eclipse, so we were driving for hours. and i drink a lot anyway but i got myself a huge soda and refilled my huge water bottle and basically finished it, and got made fun of for being so desperate in the backseat and squirming and whining about how i had to pee. like i'm talking a quart of water and just as much other drinks. and i could feel it, like i was rock hard swollen with pee after so many hours.

and i had to stay in the car while the other two peed at a gas station as punishment for something earlier, and i was whining and so desperate i could barely think. i had to text them from the car that i was frantic and couldn't hold it much longer 🥺 and they still made me hold it another ten minutes to get to a restaurant.

the seat belt was so tight and i had to ask to unbutton my pants because i was so swollen and all i could do was hold myself and whine. they were gonna make me sit and drink two waters before i was allowed to pee in the restaurant but i had to go so bad that i told them i wasn't gonna make it, i was barely gonna make it to the restaurant and if i wasn't allowed to pee i'd probably let go in the parking lot and take another punishment instead, i was so full and frantic. so they dropped me off in front of the door to go use the restroom while they parked and got the table. 💖

i could barely walk like i was hobbling trying not to put any pressure on my bladder, just standing up and getting out was so hard i wanted to squat down and piss but i was right in front of the entrance. and then when i walked in i couldn't see the bathroom right away, so i stood in line waiting for the host to see if i could ask them, because i couldn't think, just look around for something that might be the way to a bathroom. it was probably only like a minute because my fwb didn't come in after me right away, but it felt like 10 minutes. i couldn't pee dance or grab myself or anything, i was in public and so desperate but there was no way i could show it, other than hunching over a little.

and the bathroom was on the other side of the dining area when i did spot it, so i had to walk across the whole thing without crossing my legs or squirming, just slowly squeezing everything to keep going and keep it in, try to look at normal and unbothered as possible while this ocean of piss was crashing inside me. and i was wearing shorts that would definitely show it if i leaked. had to move so slowly and deliberately to not put any pressure on my poor bursting aching overfull bladder...

but i made it! fuck that was the longest walk across a room of my life. and the bathroom was open and empty other than me. i tried counting how many seconds i peed and i got to 110, but i don't know how accurate that is. it sure feels like it was accurate, i felt like i peed almost 2 minutes. i didn't even really start to feel the relief until like 30 seconds in. and it just kept fucking going. literally felt like i had cum afterwards, just how relieving it was.

#omorashi #bladder torture #nb omo #pee denial #piss kink

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The Cardinal’s Bride, Chapter 5: Copia

~ A Romantic Adventure in the Old West: After being forced into a marriage with Mr. Saltarian by your father you are sent west to his estate in Nevada. Along the way you end up meeting one of the cowboys you have always fantasized about... ~

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~ Cardinal Copia x Female Reader: alternative universe, slow burn romance, gun violence, blood, NSFW, 18+ only MDNI, 8,200 words for this one ~

Aether hated being left behind.

He hated this situation especially because of who was with Copia and his friends. The second he saw Mary he knew something stupid was going to happen. Stupid shit followed Mary around like a shadow. The fact that Copia was just going along with what everyone knew was a trap pissed him off to no end. Then there was the fact that Copia left him at camp to fucking babysit.

Babysitting Sunshine was like trying to pet a feral cat.

“Sunshine, what are you doing?”

She had been digging through the saddlebags they were using the stolen stagecoach horses to carry. All he got for an answer was a grunt so he grabbed a small rock and threw it at her. That earned him a hiss, but otherwise she remained quiet and continued making a mess.

“Hey, we might have to make a quick retreat here. What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

Aether groaned and threw another rock.

“It looks like you’re making a mess.”

“Your cooking shit is still everywhere so maybe take your own advice.”

“Yes, well I’m picking up my cooking shit, you’re dumping clothes everywhere.” He reached down for another rock but this one she caught and launched back at him, barely missing his head. “Damn it, Sunshine, I’m ju–.”

“Don’t worry Dad, I'll pick it up. I’m looking for some clothes.”

“We don’t have time for you to play dress up.”

“They’re not for me.”

Aether glanced over to the tree line where Copia’s ‘Principessa’ was waiting. She looked nervous, she’d been looking nervous all morning ever since her and Copia came back with Mary. He hadn’t been able to tell if it was all because of Mary or if something had happened between her and Copia. Judging by the looks they had been exchanging he was pretty sure it was a bit of both. He sighed and looked back at Sunshine.

“Well we definitely don’t have time for her to play dress up.”

“Stop worrying, it won’t take long. We’ve got to get her out of that dress.”

Aether raised an eyebrow and looked back over at the Princess. Her dress had definitely seen better days, but so had everyone else’s clothes.

“Another week in that thing isn’t gonna kill her.”

“Yeah well, the smell might kill me so she’s changing. Plus this will make it easier for her to walk and ride.”

“We all smell, Sunshine. Get over it.”

Unsurprisingly, she ignored him and started holding some shirts up to look them over. Aether wasn’t trying to be an asshole towards the girl, but he also didn’t want her getting too comfortable. In one more week they’d be back at The Ministry and they could hopefully arrange for the switch for the ransom money. The end of this was so close and he didn’t want to deal with having to chase her around again.

“You’re just making it easier for her to run away.” Sunshine just laughed at him and shook her head. Aether watched as she finally set aside a shirt and a pair of pants before shoving everything back into the bags.

“I’m sorry, have you seen the way Copia and her have been looking at each other? She isn’t going to run away again.” Aether walked closer as she shook the clothes out. He wasn’t sure whose pants she had grabbed but that looked like one of Swiss’s shirts.

“Of course I’ve seen it and I’ve tried to talk to Copia about it but he won’t listen.” He crossed his arms when Sunshine just rolled her eyes at him. “What?”

“Good luck getting Copia to back off, I knew he was doomed as soon as I saw her picture in the paper.” She turned to head the Princess’s way, but Aether reached out and grabbed her arm, backing off with his hands up when she turned to growl at him.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re up to, but you need to just leave it alone. Leave them alone and don’t encourage anything.” Goddammit he was getting really tired of her rolling her eyes at him.

“That’s the problem with you guys, none of you have a romantic bone in your body.” She took a step towards him and jabbed her finger into his chest, he saw the shirt drop out of her hands and sighed. That was definitely Swiss’s. “All I’m doing is giving her a little hand with things, ok? Besides, if we get ambushed here or wherever it’ll be easier if she’s not tripping over that goddamn dress.”

“Fine. Fine, but that’s it Sunshine. Get her dressed and then let her be.”

“Of course, Dad.” Satan’s dick, Sunshine drove him crazy. “It’s just a change of clothes, man. Maybe a few self defense lessons.” Sunshine grunted as she leaned down to grab the shirt and started to shake it out.

Aether groaned and shook his head, but decided not to say anything. He didn’t know why he’d even wasted his time talking to her. Sunshine could be as stubborn as Copia some days. He eyed the shirt in her hands before speaking again.

“You know what seeing her in Swiss’s shirt is going to do to him, don’t you?” Sunshine just cackled and turned to start walking towards the Princess. Aether kneeled down to pick up the bags and started for the horses when he glanced back over at the girls. Something in Sunshine’s hand glinted in the sun and he watched as she handed it over to the girl. Unholy hell.

“Sunshine, stop giving her knives!”

The only response he got was Sunshine’s middle finger as they disappeared into the trees so the Princess could change. Groaning, he started for the horses again to get them ready. It was possible Copia and the others would be gone most of the day, but he wanted to be prepared in case they showed up sooner. Who knew how many of Saltarian’s men were waiting in that town. He was confident in everyone’s abilities, whether it was with a gun or something hand to hand, but still. A trap was a trap and Mary was an asshole.

Despite being worried of their need to possibly leave quickly he took his time. The stagecoach horses weren’t really cut out for anything more than lugging stuff around, but he brushed them out and took care of them just the same as their other ones. They’d be able to sell them for a decent sum whenever they made it back to town. He took a moment to look them over before deciding on one for the Princess to ride. Although he had a sinking suspicion Copia would find an excuse to have her ride with him again.

He had known what would happen as soon as he’d seen her picture in the paper too.

Aether paused when he heard the hoofbeats. A steady pounding coming from behind him, across the field. Lucifer, please. He took a deep breath and turned, hoping to see Copia and the others. Unfortunately the rider in the lead was dressed in all black so there was no mistake it was Mary. There were two other riders flanking him and as they got closer Aether’s heart sank when he didn’t recognize them.

He closed his eyes briefly, saying a quick prayer for his friends before glancing over to where the girls had disappeared into the trees. At least they hadn’t come out yet, it would give him some backup with Sunshine and he knew she’d tell the Princess to stay there where it would be relatively safe. He adjusted his gun belt and started walking through camp, passed the dying fire and stopping right at the edge.

By now he knew Sunshine had to have heard the horses and hopefully she was watching and ready. She hadn’t taken her rifle with her so she’d have to get close to help him. He would need to create enough of a distraction to give her that chance without being spotted. Copia left him here for a reason, he knew Aether would fight like hell to keep everyone with him safe. His friend had trusted him with his Princess for a reason and he wasn’t going to let Mary take her without a fight.

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You couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn pants.

When Sunshine had suggested a change of clothes you were ecstatic. Your poor dress looked nothing like it did when you had stepped into the stagecoach at the start of your journey. After days of horse riding and sleeping in the dirt it was more brown than blue and white. Falling into the creek the other day certainly hadn’t helped either.

What was worse was the smell, although it didn’t seem like it bothered any of your companions. It shouldn’t anyway, they smelled far worse after days on the road. You figured it was just one of the things people got used to if they spent lots of time out of the city. Everyone kept mentioning heading to a casino and while you weren’t exactly sure what to expect, Sunshine had promised you there were baths.

You’d never wanted to take a bath so badly in your life.

Anytime someone brought up the casino, The Ministry as it was called, you would get nervous. It wasn’t really the thought of the casino itself, but what it meant for you. The Cardinal had said a few times now that once they reached it they would be waiting there to hear from Saltarian. At that point you assumed they’d arrange the exchange of you for the ransom money and that would be it.

What happened after that you had tried not to think about too much. You didn’t want to think about being near Saltarian at all. In just a few days he’d gone from being some unknown business associate of your father’s to a cold-blooded murderer. You had no idea what he was like beyond that. How would he treat you? Would he be angry you had been kidnapped? Would you end up locked away in a room until the wedding?

The wedding itself was just one more thing you didn’t want to think about. While The Cardinal had mentioned the general plan a few times you really had no idea what it actually entailed. Were you going to be stuck in between flying bullets from both sides? Or what if The Cardinal and his Ghouls burned the church down? That would certainly be poetic justice considering what Saltarian had done to them, but what about you?

As the fear started to make your chest clench you tried to take a few deep breaths and calm down. The Cardinal had promised to protect you. You knew deep down you shouldn’t trust him, trust the outlaw that had kidnapped you, but again your thoughts drifted back to how things had changed between you. There was something there now, something that made your heart speed up for a different reason.

You shook your head, you shouldn’t be thinking about something like that. He was probably just trying to keep you happy and prevent you from running away again. Mary had mentioned another woman and there were probably more besides that. Why would he choose some silly city girl like you? You groaned and smoothed your hands down the pants before reaching down to pick up the shirt, turning your head when you heard Sunshine come through the trees.

“How’s it going, kid?” You smiled softly at her nickname for you, no one here seemed to want to use your actual name. Even ‘Principessa’ had grown on you a bit, although you’d never tell The Cardinal that. “Oh hey, those fit great.”

“The shirt’s a little big.” You held out your arms to show her how far the ends hung off your hands, but she just tsked and walked close to start rolling them up.

“Eh it’ll work just fine, you look great!” Sunshine finished with the other sleeve and then took a step back and grinned. “You fit right in now!”

“I’m not sure everyone would agree with you there.” You snorted and fiddled with the shirt for a moment.

“The only opinions that matter are mine and Co–, eh The Cardinal’s and I can guarantee you he’ll approve.” She winked and you looked down to hide your blush. Well, you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t want his approval. But it was a silly thing to want considering the circumstances.

“I just…I’m sorry. I don’t even know what to think, my mind is all over the place.” You sniffed and turned a bit, trying to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. Oh now you were really being a silly city girl. You felt Sunshine’s hand on your arm and looked back at her despite your tears.

“Listen, I’ve known The Cardinal a long time, ok? I haven’t seen him ac–,” Sunshine abruptly froze and turned her head back towards camp. You started to ask what was wrong but she squeezed your arm so you kept quiet. You stayed frozen as she turned and crept towards the tree line. It was then that you could hear whatever must’ve stopped her speech, heavy horse hooves getting closer to camp.

She waved her hand towards you, motioning you to get down so you dropped to your knees, resting them on your dress for a moment before slowly moving towards her. As you got closer you were able to see Aether standing at the edge of camp. You held your breath as you turned to see what he was looking at, hoping it was The Cardinal and the rest of the Ghouls. Instead all you saw was Mary and two men you didn’t recognize. They had pulled up right in front of Aether and you could see them talking to each other, but you didn’t understand what they were saying.

“Sunshine, wh–,” But she shushed you, her eyes not leaving the men as they spoke. Their voices were becoming louder and your heart started hammering in your chest. Where was the Cardinal? Aether reached a hand out to point behind Mary, but the man just shook their head. Everyone's voices got louder as the conversation became more heated and Sunshine tensed up even more next to you.

“Fucking Mary, I knew that asshole was gonna try something.” She shook her head and started to say something else when the other two men moved around Aether to surround him. Mary nudged their horse closer to him right when one of the men drew their gun and cocked it. Aether turned at the sound, drawing their own gun but Mary abruptly kicked out and caught him in the face.

“Shit!”

Your hands flew to your face as Aether dropped to the ground, Mary leaping off their horse right after. When Mary got close Aether slammed his foot into their knee, bringing them down as well. One of the men jumped off their horse but Aether held out his gun and you gasped into your hands when the shot rang out. The man’s body dropped swiftly but before Aether could focus on the other man Mary was up and on the Ghoul, slamming a fist into Aether’s face.

Sunshine cursed under her breath and then turned and grabbed you by your shoulders.

“Stay here. If Mary or the other two head this way you run, ok?” You wanted to say something, but she stood up and grinned down at you, before taking off towards camp. Mary and the other man weren’t looking your way, Mary still busy fighting with Aether. The other one had gotten off their horse and was checking on his wounded companion.

You had thought she would have just run up to them shooting, but Aether abruptly spun Mary and was able to overtake them. The horses startled and started moving away from the chaos in between them. When the man looked up from what you assumed at this point was his dead companion their eyes immediately latched on Sunshine. The Ghoulette was quicker than him, getting a shot off before he could aim at her.

He jerked to the side and he went down right on top of the body of his companion. You couldn’t decide what to watch at this point. Sunshine seemed calm as she advanced on the man she had shot, but at the same time Aether and Mary were cursing and growling at each other. You couldn’t even tell who was winning as they rolled around in the dirt.

Where was The Cardinal? He wasn’t…he couldn’t be dead. There was no way he and the other Ghouls were dead. You took a shuddering breath and tried to fight the tears. Crying wouldn’t do you any good right now, or at all. Sunshine said you needed to run if anyone headed your way so you needed to pay attention. You lowered your head for a moment to try and collect yourself, but when another shot rang out you yelped and looked back towards the fighting.

Mary had seemed to get the better of Aether and they had their gun pointed at Sunshine. You couldn’t tell if their bullet had hit her or not, but she was down. Mary slowly got off of Aether, giving him one last punch in the gut before limping towards the Ghoulette. Your eyes stayed on Aether though, silently begging him to get up but he remained motionless where he was.

You looked back towards the other end of the field, still hoping you’d see The Cardinal ride out of the woods on Brizio but there was no one. Aether was down, possibly dead and Sunshine might be next. You pushed yourself onto your feet, your hands shaking as they rested against a tree trunk. Mary was standing over Sunshine now with their back to you pulling their gloves off and shoving them into their coat. When you looked back you narrowed your eyes, watching as Mary leaned back over Sunshine with a gun in their hand.

You couldn’t let anymore of The Cardinal’s people die.

Sunshine had told you to run away, but where were you supposed to go? Your chances were probably better with Mary than on your own with no supplies in the middle of nowhere. You started looking at the ground around you, hoping to find a branch or anything you could use against Mary. The knives Sunshine had given you were still in your dress and you didn’t have time to dig around for them.

Mary’s laughter rang out from camp, apparently Sunshine was awake you could see Mary kick her hand away from his leg. They were mocking her! You growled and grabbed a branch that was about as long as your arm and stalked out of the woods. Mary’s back was still to you, Aether hadn’t moved and neither had Saltarian’s men. When you looked back at Mary and Sunshine, Mary had cocked their gun and was pointing it down at your friend. An angry scream built up in your chest and you ran at them swinging the branch.

The noise startled Mary and they whipped around to face you, but it was too late. You had swung the branch back and slammed it down as hard as you could, knocking it against Mary’s shoulder. They cried out and stumbled out of the way, landing on their knees nearby. You immediately knelt down to check on Sunshine but her eyes were closed, a large bruise forming on her cheek. Before you could try to wake her Mary’s hands were on your shoulders and they were yanking you up to your feet.

“Man, he really did a number on you, huh?” You tried twisting away from them, but their grip on your shirt was too strong. “Quit fucking struggling, Sweet Cheeks. Your fun little vacation is over. Time to go back to reality.”

“Fuck you!” You kicked out behind you, but you missed connecting with anything. They grunted and wrapped an arm around your waist and then slid the other over your mouth.

“Man no wonder he liked you, the spunky ones always get hi–fucking shit!” You clamped your teeth down on Mary’s fingers as hard as you could, tasting blood. They cursed again and shoved you down onto the ground next to the smoldering fire, your hands landing on Aether’s cooking pots he hadn’t put away yet.

You spit Mary’s blood onto the ground and took a few deep breaths. All you wanted to do was cry, your mind becoming overwhelmed with the idea of The Cardinal being dead. Mary finally quieted down and you heard his footfalls come up behind you, the spurs on his boots jingling softly.

“I don’t know what kind of fairytale The Cardinal was weaving into your head, but the reality is you meant nothing to him.”

You turned to glare at him, staying on the ground, ashamed of the tears gathering in your eyes.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mary snorted and shook their head.

“No, Sweet Cheeks, I do know what I’m talking about. But it doesn’t matter now anyway. He’s dead and so are his annoying sidekicks.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well I don’t give a fuck what you believe, all I need you to do is get up and get ready to go.”

“Don’t touch me!” You kicked out when Mary tried to grab you, connecting with their ankle. Mary stumbled back growling, glaring down at you.

“What’s it gonna take for you to accept it, huh? Do you want me to drag his body back here for you to cry over like some war widow?”

“He’ll come back for me!” The tears were flowing freely now and your heart was clenching in your chest. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it. Mary crouched down in front of you and you tried to take a calming breath.

“Alright, fine. I’ll play along, what if he did come back? What did you think was gonna happen?”

“I don’t…we were going to hide out until Saltarian paid the ransom.”

“Then what? He’d come swooping in like some hero and rescue you from your horrible new husband?” Your eyes dropped to the ground and Mary snorted before continuing, “Sweet Cheeks, did it ever occur to you he was blowing smoke up your ass to get you to cooperate? Hell, to get under your dress too.”

You clenched your hands into fists, your nails digging into your skin at the implication of his last words. The Cardinal had done nothing to pressure you into…into that. He’d certainly been attentive to you, touching and holding you more than you think you’d ever been since you were a child. You found yourself shaking your head again, he hadn’t done anything you didn’t like. If anything his touches had left you wanting more.

“He told me his plan and he said he’d protect me. That he’d keep me safe.”

“Oh, he’ll keep you safe alright, as long as it’s useful for him to keep you around.” Mary brought his bloody hand to your chin and lifted your face up so your eyes met. They smiled, but it was cruel and mocking and all you wanted to do was wipe it off their face. “Sweet Cheeks, I’ve known The Cardinal for a long time, nothing will get between him and his revenge. Not even some pretty young virgin like you.”

You jerked your chin out of his hand, narrowing your eyes as they laughed at you.

“He promised that he’d protect me.”

“Copia’s made promises to girls much prettier than you, so good luck holding him to anything.” Copia? Was that…was that his name? Mary must have picked up on your confusion because they started laughing again. “You see! You didn’t even know his name! Not much of a love story is it?”

You felt the fight leaving you as Mary’s words started to sink in. Maybe they were right, maybe this was all an act by The Cardinal. By Copia. An act to help keep you in line and make it easier to drag you to the casino. Mary was still chuckling, but you tried to block the sound out.

“This is all an act, Sweet Cheeks. If you get between him and Saltarian he’s going to take the shot and he’ll walk over your body to get his revenge.”

No. It wasn’t an act. Mary was right, you were inexperienced, but you weren’t an idiot. Copia had listened to you when you told him you weren’t there by choice, his behavior after that had changed. He had opened up to you that night by the fire, he had trusted you enough to share his past. You closed your eyes and imagined his arms around you while you rode around on Brizio.

You saw his face leaning closer when he was about to kiss you.

“Fucking wake up!” Mary’s raised voice startled you back to the present and you reached up to wipe the tears off your cheeks. “You don’t mean anything to him except the means to an end. And if your end is part of it, trust me, he won’t lose any sleep over your death.”

“Fuck you and fuck Mr. Saltarian.” You reached your hand behind you and grasped the handle of one of the cooking pans. You weren’t going to listen to any more of this.

“Sorry, Sweet Cheeks, you’re not my ty–” The sound of the pan hitting Mary’s head echoed around the campsite and you held it in the air for a moment, watching as blood started trickling down Mary’s forehead. Their eyes rolled back and they slumped over, laying there completely still while you stayed frozen with the pan in the air.

After a moment you dropped it to the ground and exhaled slowly. You looked around the campsite at the carnage, a bunch of bodies still laying around and not moving. The horses had started to mill around, munching on the grass. You pushed yourself off the ground and stood up, your hands were starting to shake and for a moment you felt like crying again. A sound behind you stopped you though and your breath caught as you slowly turned around to see what it was.

The Cardinal, Cardinal Copia, was riding out of the trees and racing towards you.

Before you even registered yourself moving you were running away from the camp towards him. As he got closer you got a better look at him, his dirty leather jacket was missing along with his hat. You could see one side of his face was matted with blood and you almost cried out at the sight. You heard him shout for you and you stumbled in your desperation to get to him.

“Principessa!”

Copia pulled up on the reins but didn’t even wait for Brizio to stop, leaping over the side and running the rest of the way towards you. He caught you as you practically threw yourself at him. You knew you’d probably be embarrassed at your display later, but right now you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything except the feel of his arms around you. You buried your face in his shirt, a deep red button up that was marked with sweat and some blood.

“Hey, hey,” His hands cupped your face, pulling it away from his chest while you attempted to hide your tears. When your eyes met he smiled and you felt like crying even more seeing the wound on his face. “I’m ok, I’m here. We’re all ok.”

Your hand came up to grip his shirt but he caught it in one of his own, squeezing it gently and holding it over his heart. Like he knew you needed the extra reassurance despite him standing in front of you. His other hand stayed on your cheek, the thumb stroking across your skin back and forth. It helped calm you and you took a shaky breath before trying to speak.

“Mary’s here. They came back with two men and attacked Aether and Sunshine. I, I don’t kno–” Your voice cracked and he shushed you, holding your head against his chest for a moment. You felt his own head rest against the top of yours briefly and you swore you felt the ghost of his lips on your hair before he pulled away.

“Stay behind me.” He kept your hand in his as he walked towards camp, his other hand pulling his gun out of its holster.

“Mary said you were dead. That you were all dead.” It almost felt like a dream now, you found yourself squeezing his hand and you couldn’t help but smile when he squeezed back.

“We’re all a bit banged up, but the only ones that are dead are Saltarian’s men.” He let go of your hand when he reached the first body and nudged the man over onto his back before he knelt down next to him. You watched as he checked their pulse, then took the man’s hat and covered his face.

The next body had the same result and you breathed a sigh of relief. Copia went over to Mary next, giving them a much harder kick to roll them over. While he knelt down to check Mary you went over to Sunshine and knelt down next to her, taking her wrist to check her pulse. When you felt it beat steadily against your fingers you reached up to brush some of her hair back.

The bruise on her cheek had gotten bigger, but the worst thing you saw was the blood staining the sleeve of her coat. You jumped when you felt Copia’s hand on your shoulder and he helped you pull her jacket off, eliciting a few groans from her as the sleeve slid down her arm. Copia checked the wound for a moment and then pulled off the bandana she wore around her neck, tying it around her arm.

“It’s just a graze, Principessa. She’ll be fine.” Sunshine groaned and you watched as her eyes blinked open, squinting into the sun.

“Fuck you, Boss.” Copia chuckled and touched her shoulder gently. The Ghoulette turned towards you and gave you a quick grin before groaning and bringing a hand up to rub her cheek. “Is Mary still alive? If so, can I kill them?”

“Mary’s alive. For now.” You watched as Copia got up and started to move over to Aether before pausing. He looked back to Sunshine for a moment and then back at you with an eyebrow raised. “Who hit Mary?”

You bit your lip and glanced down to where the cooking pan was still laying in the dirt. Copia reached down and picked it up, turning it over to look at the huge dent Mary’s head had left. He looked back to you and started laughing, shaking his head as he tossed the pan back on the ground.

“Well done, Principessa.”

When you glanced over at Mary you saw that Copia had tied their hands behind their back. Blood had covered their face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad. You’d hit them again if you had to. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Aether and Sunshine were ok. Copia was helping Aether stand up and they grasped each other’s elbows briefly before they came over to you and Sunshine.

“We need to pack up and head back to the town.” Copia reached down and you slid your hand into his, letting him pull you up. Your eyes drifted to his wound again and you winced. He tilted his head to catch your eyes and smiled at you. “I’ll be ok, it looks worse than it is.”

You nodded, biting your lip to fight the tears that wanted to come once more. His face softened and he pulled you away towards where Brizio had wandered to, the horse always staying close to his master.

“I’m sorry, I was just scared. I thought you might not be coming back.” Copia cupped your cheeks again and you blinked your tears away so you could see his face clearly.

“Didn’t I promise to protect you?” You bit your lip and nodded, forcing all the nasty words Mary said out of your mind. Words that weren’t true. “I may be an outlaw, Principessa, but I keep my promises.”

“I believe you, Copia.” Your body froze when his name slipped out and you were waiting for him to be upset that you knew it now, but he just smiled. His hands dropped from your cheeks and took your own, bringing one up to his lips so he could kiss the back of it like he had done before.

“I figured Mary would let it slip. I guess you know all my secrets now.” You couldn’t help but smirk, pleased that he wasn’t upset about it. Happy that you knew his real name now and that you could use it. You looked down at his hands for a moment before he spoke again. “Well, maybe not all my secrets.”

When you glanced up at his face he winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Okie dokie, let’s get going.”

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Cleaning up camp didn’t take very long. While Aether and Copia dragged the bodies into the woods you and Sunshine got things packed up. Mary had woken up eventually, but Copia shoved a rag into their mouth to keep them quiet. You couldn’t help but glare at them every time you walked by, but Mary just glared right back.

Asshole.

They threw Mary over their own horse and tied them down, you could hear them swearing through their gag but other than that you didn’t bother giving them any attention. Sunshine wandered up to you with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face. When she pulled them out she had the knives you had left with your dress in the woods.

“You did pretty good with a frying pan, but I’d still keep these handy, kid.” You laughed and took them back, but you were unsure where to stash them now. Sunshine started to say something, but Copia came up and interrupted her.

“Allow me.” Sunshine snorted and held her hands up while she wandered off towards Aether. When you looked back at Copia he had an odd look on his face so you raised your eyebrow at him. “We’ll need to teach you how to use these soon.”

“A knife doesn’t seem difficult to use, just stick them with the sharp end, right?” Copia laughed, ducking his head while he shuffled them in his hands. He stepped close and took the smallest one, slipping it into the pocket of your pants. You held your breath at his proximity, biting down on your lip when he used a finger to pull the waistband out so he could clip one of them to the belt Sunshine had given you.

“I think we’ll need to let you practice with a gun too.”

“Oh Copia, I don’t kno–”

“No, today proves that despite my promise you still need to be able to defend yourself.” He knelt down and lifted your pant leg up, tucking the final knife into your boot. You could feel its leather case rest against your ankle, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything it was a comfort to have it, to have all of them close by just in case.

Copia stood up and looked you up and down for a moment. He cocked his head while he looked at the shirt you had on and you reached up to adjust it a bit self-consciously. Your lace chemise you had worn under the dress showed sometimes and you had already seen Copia notice it once or twice. He wouldn’t stop staring so you huffed and crossed your arms.

“What?”

“Principessa, whose shirt is that?”

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Once you got to the town there was a nice reunion with everyone. Even Mountain had come up and lifted you in a huge bear hug. As you walked through the town your mood sobered a bit though, it was obvious quite the battle had taken place. You could see that in the tired faces of the Ghouls as well although it was clear they had taken the time to clean up a bit and bandage what needed to be bandaged.

Now with night having fallen you were all gathered around another campfire, this time near the outskirts of the town. Mary had been tied to an overturned wagon a ways away. The blood still caked on their face and the rag still shoved into their mouth. You almost asked if someone should clean them up or give them some water but you decided, for the moment at least, you didn’t care.

What you did care about was making sure Copia, Aether and Sunshine got cleaned up. Dewdrop had been surprisingly helpful, finding a few somewhat clean sheets in one of the houses and then going off to get some water. He didn’t say anything to you, but it felt like his attitude towards you had changed a bit. You’d have to apologize at some point for biting him.

Rain had taken up the task of cleaning up Aether’s face while Dew worked on Sunshine. He seemed like the only one willing to put up with her hissing and cursing while the bullet graze on her arm got sewn up. You had attempted to watch, but it was a little too much for you so you turned and set your attention on your own patient.

Copia had found his hat and had it back on his head, so you tipped it up a bit to get at the gash above his eyebrow. It wasn’t as deep as you thought it would be so you were relieved when he said it wouldn’t need stitches. That was probably a good thing because he was surprisingly twitchy whenever you brought the wet rag to wipe around the wound. When he kept wincing you shushed him, earning you a very impressive glare.

“I thought cowboys were supposed to be tough.” He snorted and reached up for his hat, taking it off and setting it on the ground next to him.

“Cleaning them up is usually worse than getting them.” You smiled as he made another face when you pressed the rag against the cut again, gently dabbing at the blood.

“I’m almost afraid to ask what’s the worst you’ve ever been injured.”

He tilted his head up and squinted his eyes, like he was thinking back on what you were sure were the countless injuries he’d received over the years. When he reached up for your hand you gave him a wary look as he brought it to rest on top of his left thigh, right in the middle. You glanced back up at his face when he spoke.

“Took a knife here a few years ago.” You made an ‘oh’ sound and looked back down at where his bare hand was settled over yours. There were a few scars on the back of it and it made you think of how many scars he probably had covering his body. Unfortunately that thought made your cheeks flame and you hoped the firelight dancing across your skin hid it from him.

You tried to tug your hand away from his so you could get back to cleaning his cut, but he wouldn’t let go. Instead he lifted it up so he could study it in the light and then narrowed his eyes at something near your thumb. There was a very small burn mark there, barely noticeable to you but his keen eyes had honed in on it immediately.

“Oh, I was trying to make myself some tea.” Your eyes narrowed as a bark of laughter left him and you jerked your hand away. “I was a child! I’m sorry I don’t have any wounds from knife fights to brag about.”

“It was barely a fight, Principessa.” He was still laughing, like it was a fond memory rather than a painful one. You looked back up to him with an eyebrow raised and he pointed towards town to where Mary was tied up.

“Wait, Mary stabbed you?” Copia nodded his head and smiled when you shook yours in disbelief.

“Eh, I’ve done worse to them over the years.” You snorted and wrung the rag out again, glancing back up at his face to make sure the cut wasn’t starting to bleed again. Another blush started to grow on your cheeks when you saw his eyes on you. “Still wasn’t the worst wound I’ve gotten.”

You frowned when he took your hand again and watched warily as he pulled it up to his chest. His hand settled yours right over his heart and you held your breath when you felt it beat strongly against your palm. Copia didn’t say anything for a moment and you looked back up at his face expectantly.

“A lovely girl in Denver.” He was biting his lip and you raised your eyebrow as you waited for the rest of the story. “She broke my heart.”

His laughter covered your groan and when you yanked your hand away he grabbed at it again bringing it up to his lips to place a quick kiss on the back. Your cheeks were going to be permanently red at this point, it seemed like his only goal anymore was to make you blush.

“You did good, Principessa. I’m impressed.” It was impossible to hide your pleased smile so you just let it grow on your face. You startled a bit when a shadow fell over you and let out a little sound when something plopped onto your head. The Cardinal had placed his hat on you, although it was too big and fell nearly to your eyes, obscuring your vision. Before you could move it one of his hands came up and tilted it back and you were met with a smile so dazzling you had to look away. “We’ll make a cowboy out of you yet.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be cut out to be a cowboy.” You bit your lip as you adjusted the hat a bit more. When you risked a glance at him his eyes held yours briefly before he winked and you had to look away again. The moment was quickly ruined when he knocked his hat down to cover your eyes and you growled but as you reached up to fix it you felt his breath on your ear and you froze.

“We’ll see about that.”

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In the morning they relocated Mary inside one of the buildings so they weren’t baking under the sun. You stayed back and helped pack up again, not wanting to hear any more poisonous words from Mary. Everyone seemed to be in better spirits this morning and it made you happy. Even Dewdrop was in a good mood, but you think that had something to do with whatever he and Swiss had found in one of the buildings. You had been about to ask them what it was but Copia and Aether had wandered out of the building they put Mary in so you waited in the street as they walked up.

“Are they going to be ok if you leave them here?” Copia raised an eyebrow at your question and you rolled your eyes. “I just don’t like the sound of them, or anyone, starving to death.”

“Mary will be fine. There’s a town nearby, some more of Saltarian’s men are waiting there.” You froze at that news, but Copia gave you a reassuring smile and rested a hand on your shoulder. “It’s a few days' ride away, Principessa. We’re safe. Mary will even be safe. When Mary doesn’t show up with you they’ll send some men out here to see what happened.”

“Do you think Saltarian will hurt Mary? For not bringing me back. For not killing you.”

“Mary is an idiot, but they’re still useful. Saltarian won’t waste the energy killing them.” Copia had remained at your side, his hand sliding down your arm to rest on your elbow. “We should get going, Rain said there was a storm brewing in the mountains.”

He squeezed your elbow and gave you a gentle tug so you’d follow him. You looked out to the mountain ridge and bit your lip. You didn’t see any signs of storm clouds gathering, but you trusted Rain to know what they were doing. Oh, you hated storms! Missouri would get such awful ones in the spring and summer and you were always a nervous wreck during them.

“What will we do?” Copia stopped next to the horse you would be riding and peered down at you, seemingly a little confused over your question. “In the storm, how will we avoid it?”

“We usually don’t, Principessa.” His face softened as he looked at you, seemingly picking up on your nervousness. “But we can’t stay around here. It’s not safe, not with Saltarian’s men so close.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just, well you’ll poke fun, but I’m scared of storms.” You felt your cheeks heat a little bit at your admission and you glanced quickly at his face, expecting to see that smirk of his. All you saw though was compassion, his features still soft as his eyes traced your face.

“How many times will I need to remind you that I’ll protect you, eh?” His voice was stern but you could see the teasing glint in his eye. You smiled and nodded, the rest of your insecurities from Mary’s words fading away. He put a hand at the small of your back and nudged you closer to the horse, “Time to go.”

Copia helped you up much like he had done before, kneeling down and letting you put your foot in his hands to help lift you up onto the horse. It was much easier to do so now in the pants and while you still missed your dress, you were happy to feel more at home on a horse. Copia busied himself with adjusting some straps on the saddle before bringing his hands to your foot.

"Do you want to know the best thing about being rid of that stronzino, Principessa?" You raised an eyebrow and looked down at him expectantly, watching as he finished tucking your foot into the stirrup.

“What’s that?” Copia’s hand moved to your ankle, holding it in a loose grip. His eyes remained focused there, flexing his fingers around it a few times. The warmth from his hand was starting to seep into your skin through your pants and you couldn’t help but think about how good it felt. You were focused on his hand so much his voice startled you when he spoke again.

"With Mary gone there won't be anyone to interrupt us."

“Interrupt us? From wha–” Your voice cut off when his hand started moving from your ankle. It slid slowly up your leg, your cheeks starting to heat as it continued higher, only stopping when it reached your knee. He brought his other hand up to rest at your waist and you sucked in a breath, feeling caged in by him. It wasn’t anywhere close to an unpleasant feeling, but you still nudged your knee against his hand, trying to get him to answer. “Copia, what do you mean?”

He remained silent, but his eyes began to travel from where his hand rested on your knee, trailing up your thigh and higher. You could feel goosebumps sprouting over your skin as you watched his mismatched gaze take you in. Copia bit his lip momentarily when they rested at where his hand was on your waist before they continued further. It wasn’t until he was looking at your lips that they stopped again and the memory of when he had looked at them like that before popped into your head. Of when he had almost kissed you.

Oh.

You watched as a smile broke out onto his face, his eyes finally meeting yours. He took a few seconds to watch your reaction, your mouth had fallen open a little but no sounds were coming out. His smile just got wider as he watched the realization dawn on your face, both of his hands squeezing the flesh underneath them.

“We’ll have to find some time for that, eh?” With that Copia winked and gave you a final squeeze before he turned to make his way over to his Ghouls.

Oh.

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Synopsis: Is it still considered enemies to lovers if only one of you thinks you’re lovers?

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, angst angST ANGST, service top!minho, protected and unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cream pie, slight infidelity (they’re not dating), side hyunjin x reader, reader is a real bitch tbh, someone give minho some smooches

Part 8 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.

Part 2: Catch 22

Beads of sweat lined your forehead as you braced against the cold sink, biting your lip in an attempt at concealing a moan. Minho’s hands gripped firmly at your hips, reading your facial expressions through the mirror. He was just as disheveled as you, perhaps a bit more seeing as his head fell back. Deeper did he sink into you, every thrust muffled by the barrier of clothes between you. Minho had been too needy to slide his pants down all the way and rode your skirt up to your hips with your underwear pulled to the side.

He was good, keeping his pace steady and quick with just the right amount of roughness to make it hard to keep your eyes open. You weren’t going to come from just his cock, though. As good as he was, it wasn’t enough, and he looked like he was getting too close to the edge.

Tapping his hand gently, “stop,” you whispered. Minho’s hips stuttered and he pulled out immediately, face contorting in concern. Before he could ask what was wrong, you turned to face him and hopped onto the counter, spreading your legs and tugging him close by the collar of his shirt. A lazy smile fell upon his lips when you did, Minho took his cock in hand and slicked it teasingly through your folds before entering you again. The filling sensation and his thumb finding your clit almost distracted you from his lips attaching to your neck, kissing his way up your jaw and to your cheek. As he came to the corner of your mouth, you instinctively reached into his hair and ripped him away.

A soft whine left him. “You know the rules,” voice low, your cunt clenched around him when he pushed harder into your clit.

“Just one kiss.” This is what he always asked when he was inside you— just one kiss. And time after time you denied him, not wanting the attachment of intimacy that comes with kissing. “Please?”

“No. Hurry up or we’re gonna get caught,” you urged him, hand that wasn’t in his hair reaching down to claw at his ass and plunge impossibly deeper into you. Minho almost caved as another groan emitted from him.

You had thought of it before, giving in and kissing him. Minho never made it easy to restrain, his lips were always so pretty and plump, so perfectly kissable that you sometimes wondered why you made the no-kissing rule in the first place. But he always made good on reminding you.

“What if I wanna get caught?” Another devious smirk played along his lips, bunny teeth peaking out ever so slightly. “I’ll be the best kiss you’ve ever had.”

“What makes you think that when you can’t even get me to cum?” And you always made good on pissing him off. Your words forced a huff from him and he began moving again, pummeling into you with a new mission other than to get off. Thumb pressing circles into your bundle of nerves, Minho’s breathing began to grow heavier and moans no longer silenced. The way you convulsed around him in need was starting to boost his ego, something you had experience in kicking back down into place.

Minho’s jaw went slack, just as he was about to let out what you knew was going to be a loud moan, you slapped your palm over his mouth. His voice came out muffled again, just in time for you to catch the footsteps down the hall becoming louder. “Shhh—“ you looked into his eyes, dead serious. His high was rocked back to the bottom.

Sweat dripped down his temple now, trying to control his hips from bucking into you. It didn’t work, Minho only slowed his pace so that there was only the soft wet noises of your arousal coating his cock.

“Y/N? You in there?” Hyunjin’s voice called from behind the door.

Warning Minho with your eyes not to make a sound, you replied, “yeah, I’ll be out in a second. Girl problems…”

Something inside you clicked upon hearing Hyunjin, your best friend just a few feet away with nothing but a slab of wood to keep him from seeing his roommate balls deep inside you. It made your pussy clench harder, your own hips kicking up to grind into Minho’s thumb as you awaited your friend’s reply.

“O— okay. There’s pads and tampons under the sink if you need it.”

Minho’s lips curled into a smile beneath your palm, soon puckering and kissing the skin. He moved slowly, gently taking your hand to pull away from his. You weren’t sure if he would sabotage you both and moan, but you followed his lead anyways, letting him kiss your wrist then up your arm. Just as he made it to your shoulder, his thrusts picked up fast again.

“T— thanks,” you said embarrassingly weak, then Hyunjin’s footsteps disappeared.

It was getting harder to keep quiet when Minho replaced his thumb with three fingers, giving you more to work against while he nipped at the skin of your neck. “Please, one kiss. You’re driving me insane.”

“If you make me repeat myself again, I’ll leave you here high and dry.”

“Baby, with the way you’re moving like a bitch in heat, I’d say that’d hurt you more than me.”

You halted yourself completely, tearing him away to look him in the eyes. Putting on your most nonchalant face, as best as you could with his cock in you, you brought his hand from your clit and stuck all three fingers into your mouth. Immediately his lips parted in awe, feeling you swirl your tongue around the digits. His own tongue poked out from behind his teeth, gliding along his lower lip and coating it in saliva. “Once, just once. I’ll never ask for anything ever again.”

Taking his fingers from your mouth, both pairs of eyes stuck on the string of saliva as you moved it back down to your clit to continue the road to your high. “You never ask anyways. What’s stopping you from taking it if you want it that bad?” His hips resumed their previous speed, thudding of his sweats against the back of your thighs dully echoing off the bathroom walls.

As your head fell back and you grabbed one hand on the counter and the other over his shoulder, Minho pondered your question for a moment, wondering why he had never taken the initiative to just kiss you. Surely, the single kiss he’d been craving was nothing in comparison to what the two of you had been doing for the past four months. The secret late night rendezvous in his bedroom, your apartment, his car, this very bathroom countless times, all done behind your friends’ backs. Your feelings of disdain towards Minho was a regular conversation in your friend group, his need to annoy you while simultaneously gaining your approval makes for the perfect set of mutual enemies– except you never gave him the praise he craved so desperately.

Minho wondered how he ended up here with you when just fifteen minutes ago you were nagging him for grabbing a new cup every time he wanted something else to drink. Though, he wasn’t in his head for too long when you clenched hard around him. His mouth dropped again to let out a moan and your fingers were instantly shoved down his throat, cutting off the moan and wrapping his lips around them. “That’s right, you can’t,” you whispered in his ear, coming back to the conversation. Low and sultry was your voice, making fun of him, “you can’t take what you want because I own you. You like when I tell you what to do. If I told you to cum right now, I bet you would.”

He whimpered at that, humming around your fingers and closing his eyes because the very mention of you letting him cum was enough to bring back his ruined orgasm, rearing its head at your taunting words. Licking your lips at his sudden switch, “yeah, I thought so. Finish me off and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Two digits in his mouth sucking like his life depended on it, his own hand working your clit, Minho moved more calculated now. He kept his thrusts shallow but hard, rolling his hips with grace despite not having the mind to truly focus on his pleasure. But that was okay with him, the more he distracted himself by lapping his tongue around your fingers the closer he could get to bringing you to your needed relief, then he got his– maybe. Minho prayed you were in a giving mood.

To his benefit, Minho was wonderful with his fingers. It took him almost no time to bring back the tightening knot in your gut. Your legs wrapped around his waist and dug your heels into his back, keeping his so snug against your body he could barely move. Not that he needed to anymore, his fingers pressed so nicely into your clit that it made your orgasm erupt and wash through your body.

Just as you came down, cunt still convulsing in sensitivity, Minho whimpered again. Slipping your fingers out of his mouth, you came to pinch at his cheeks and make his lips pout. “Cum, pretty boy.”

Eyes locked on his blushing face, Minho’s thrusts increased up to the speed he needed to reach his blissful end. His own gaze traveled down to your lips, never straying as your tongue licked them again. Perhaps it was the way you let him use you, maybe it was how your pretty pink lips glistened, or it was the thrill of possibly getting caught that made Minho tip over the edge and finally spill into the condom with a deep, guttural sigh— to which you cupped your hand over his mouth again. That only prolonged his orgasm and made him melt into your touch.

Before he could fully recover, you were pushing him away and hopping off the counter, adjusting your skirt and fixing your makeup. It took Minho another few moments to realize you were about ready to open the door and his cock was still out, growing flaccid in the used condom. “W— wait,” he stumbled to tie off the condom and toss it in the trash, clumsily tucking himself into his sweats and reaching for your hand.

When you turned to face him, your expression was blank. Something inside Minho longed for that same face to shine for him, each time you looked at him he hoped he would find a glint of light. But even now, four months of the same “use me then leave me,” you didn’t show that.

His lack of words made you raise an eyebrow, “yeah?”

Minho didn’t know what he was asking for, he didn’t think that far ahead. “You called me pretty,” was the first thing he could think of.

Truth be told, he just wanted an excuse to keep talking to you. Sure, the two of you spoke when you were with your friends, but not as though you liked each other. It was unfiltered banter that was borderline rude. Minho enjoyed shit talking with you, he got a kick out of making you mad. But now, in this moment and with his horrible timing, he wanted something sweeter.

“I called you a pretty boy, not pretty. There’s a difference.” With that, you retracted your arm and left the bathroom, Minho dizzy and flushed with embarrassment.

The hangout was supposed to be a daytime thing, Hyunjin invited you and a few others over for some brunch. You, Hyunjin, Minho, Chan, and Jeongin scattered around the living room floor drinking shitty homemade mimosas turned into the five of you passing out in those same spots from more champagne than orange juice. When everyone was just about KO’d, that was when you woke up from

the need to use the restroom and Minho’s head resting on your shoulder. Immediately you had gotten up and left for the bathroom, that was how you ended up fucking and confusing him even more than he already was.

Returning back to your sleeping friends, the time had passed dramatically. Somehow, brunch had turned into the late afternoon and you were awake with Hyunjin snacking on whatever chips were out.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You were in there a long time. Sounded like you were in pain,” he asked, shoveling a handful of chips into his mouth.

“Cramps. Y’know how bad they can get,” you retorted.

“When I woke up, Minho was gone, too.” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, looking straight into your eyes, reading you. When all you replied with was, “oh?” he continued. “You really don’t like him, huh?”

“I don’t hate him if that’s what you’re asking.” That was a lie, one you didn’t want to have to explain to Hyunjin for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He’d just tell you the same thing, that Minho is an asshole to everyone and if you’d give him a chance you might actually like him. Even Chan and Jeongin began giving you the same speech as if it would’ve changed your mind somehow.

Hyunjin played off his interest in the heavy conversation by looking off into the distance, “that’s what you say, but don’t make any effort to be his friend.”

“He doesn’t make any effort with me, either. Why should I be the only one trying?” Pointing fingers was one of the things you hated the most, knowing they’ll always take his side. After all, Minho was here first, you were just the friend they met years too late.

As if he could feel your anger starting to boil, Hyunjin placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You know he didn’t mean it the way it was implied, but that doesn’t make it any easier to ignore. “I know. All I’m asking is you take it easy on him. He isn’t as thick skinned as the rest of us, especially when you come for his mimosa-making skills.”

The comment on his horrible measurements made you laugh, “please, you said it too! All champagne, no orange juice.” Hyunjin and your laughter made Minho reappear for the first time in hours, hours after your meeting in the bathroom. Your friend greeted Minho as he trudged to the refrigerator, grabbing a water bottle and sipping on it with the door still open.

He no longer sported the post nut glow but rather now his hair was styled and he wore a nice white button up with black slacks to accompany. To put it faintly, he dressed up nice. Why did you remember what he was wearing, anyway?

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” you murmured under your breath.

Whether Hyunjin heard you or chose to ignore you, he joked, “y’look like you just rose from the dead.”

The both of you watched Minho chug the water, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as the plastic crinkled in his hand. He didn’t respond upon finishing it, opting to finally close the fridge and toss the bottle into the trash first. “The devil, hm? Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

His eyes were trained on you, ignoring Hyunjin’s comment entirely while leaning forward onto the opposite side of the table. You stared right back at him, unamused. “You think of me? That’s sweet,” voice blank as a new canvas, not a hint of humor detected.

“What did I just say?” Hyunjin nudged your arm hard, shooting daggers with his eyes.

“What? Was that not nice?”

“Sarcasm isn’t nice.”

“It’s fine,” Minho cocked an eyebrow at you and pushed off the table hard enough to rock the vase of roses in the middle of it. The fresh flowers in an apartment belonging to two men was something you’d questioned multiple times, Minho would always make up a different excuse for keeping up with the maintenance and never give you a straight answer. “I was leaving anyway.” When Hyunjin asked where, he’d said the gym, stole a single rose from the vase, and left without another word. No, you didn’t care that he looked too good to be going to the gym.

“He’s so weird sometimes,” your best friend quipped, and all you could say was, “yeah.”

It was late into the night by the time you decided to leave Hyunjin’s place, Chan and Jeongin departing an hour or two earlier. It was routine for you to linger around and help clean up, something Hyunjin appreciated and didn’t go unacknowledged.

This time around, something in the air felt different. Hyunjin was clinging closer to your side, never truly letting you out of his sight as you paced around the house to tidy up. Even when you went to use the restroom again, he was ever so conveniently walking through the hallway as you exited. Ignoring it, you stalked back into the kitchen to finish the dishes. He’d followed you there too, wiping down the dining table even though there was nothing there to clean. From behind you, you could feel him staring. “I’m not a mind reader. What is it?”

The sound of him swallowing was extraordinarily loud, “you don’t always have to help me clean up.”

His statement was followed by you chuckling and placing the last dish to dry, leaning against the counter to face him. “What good am I if I don’t. Most of the time I’m making the mess anyways.”

It was meant to be light hearted, though the frown that fell upon Hyunjin’s face was anything but. He looked as though he debated if he should say what he wanted. “Don’t say that…” his voice sounded somewhat wounded, dropping even quieter when he uttered, “you’re so much more than you think.”

You were caught off guard, a deer in the headlights as he realized you were frozen in place. Hyunjin took a few long strides and caged you in against the counter, feeling suffocated despite him not actually touching you. The proximity was sort of new, you’d never been particularly touchy with him though that never stopped him from trying to hug you and cling to your side, to which was always welcomed but never initiated by you.

“You always stay. Even when you don’t need to,” he spoke hardly over a whisper despite there being no one else home. He was so close that you could feel his body heat, but not close enough to feel his skin. Just close enough to smell his spicy, woodsy cologne, to hear his ragged breathing. So close that you couldn’t stop from dragging your eyes down his face to stop on his lips, thick and pretty.

“How could you still be drunk?” The words were a lame attempt at labeling his actions as what you knew they weren’t. It became more obvious as he copied you in looking at your lips as well.

“You know I don’t drink. Tell me to stop.”

He was inches away now, centimeters, millimeters until he gently brushed his lips against yours. Hand coming to hold you in place by the hip, you let him lean deeper into the kiss and slot together nicely. It was nothing more than a close-lipped kiss, just pressing against one another gently, softly, sensually. All it was was a kiss, but it came electrically charged and you could feel the volts traveling through your fingertips. It short circuited you into locking an iron grip over the counter and the scene felt oddly familiar.

Hyunjin didn’t pull away until an echoed scoff from across the room broke his momentary bubble of bliss. There Minho stood leaning against the doorway with an unreadable blank expression. It was though the electricity you felt earlier sparked and caught aflame, your skin suddenly running a high fever. It was nothing to be embarrassed about, a kiss between two people. It would have been nothing if you hadn’t fucked one of the two men before you just earlier that day.

Minho’s hair was no longer carefully styled, slightly disheveled and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone. If it hadn’t been more obvious, you’d have asked why he was coming home just after midnight.

Your best friend tried to hide the goofy smile on his face, but failed miserably as he broke the silence. “Sorry. Uh— we were just—“

“Don’t care. But you know there’s quite a few rooms in this place that’s a bit more private. Maybe use those.” His words contradicted his demeanor, keeping his cold stare on your half hidden form behind his roommate. When the room went quiet again, Minho excused himself.

“I should go,” you finally spoke, fighting the urge to smile at Hyunjin and his disgustingly happy appearance.

Before you could act, he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and leave you with a few more chaste, warm kisses. It was hard to remember the other person living in the house when Hyunjin was holding you so delicately, fragile like you’d break. There was an intention behind every move he made, meant to make you melt. And it worked.

Hyunjin let you leave after a while longer, walking out the front door with a stupidly large grin. Though you’d only gotten a few steps towards the elevator before the door was opening again.

Hushed, Minho called your name. You stopped without turning around, his voice killing the few giddy, teenage-feeling minutes you’d had with Hyunjin. His light footsteps padded around so he stood in front of you, still dressed in what he’d left in. “What the hell just happened?”

“Not sure what you mean.” Another lie. It was clear as day what was being referred to, though the statement was just that.

“You kissed him.”

“He kissed me.”

“And you kissed him back. Why?” Minho’s brows now furrowed and you could see his nostrils flaring. You would’ve been happy to explain that you were caught off guard, it felt nice to feel wanted in a way that wasn’t implied to be sexual, Hyunjin was just so kind to you. There would’ve been no issue except when Minho came in closer, you caught a hint of an all too floral perfume for it to be his. Then you noticed that the necklace adorning his neck was completely backwards, pendant hanging behind him and the clasp at the front, also the few buttons showed off too much of his chest and his ears matched his swollen lips in color.

An unintentionally harsh scoff came from your mouth, “I don’t think you have the right to be questioning me about a kiss when it looks like you’ve had a pretty eventful night yourself.” Eyeing him dramatically up and down, you moved to step around him. Though, Minho was quick to grab your arm.

“I didn’t fuck anyone if that’s what you’re insinuating.” You raised an unconvinced eyebrow. “I gotta get my kisses somewhere,” he admitted. And for some reason, there was a slight pang in your chest. No, you didn’t care that he kissed someone else.

Tugging your arm from his grasp, “still doesn’t make sense for you to come running after me. Do I make you that desperate?”

“Yeah,” Minho deadpanned. Your sarcasm didn’t reach him, his tone was too serious. It stopped you from moving away when all you wanted to do was escape. “Why will you kiss him and not me?”

“You always want what you can’t have.” Truthful answer, possibly too truthful to be having this conversation in the hallway just a few paces from where Hyunjin was. Either way, Minho was taken aback for a moment from the sudden personal analysis. When he didn’t respond, you kept pressing. “I’m right, aren’t I? You fucked me before you kissed me and you’re starting to regret it because now you can’t get enough. You started this puzzle and there’s only one piece missing.”

His lip quivered at your words, cutting him deep in the heart neither of you realized could even bleed. For once, Minho was left speechless. His mind raced too quickly for his mouth to speak, and at the same time too overwhelmed in emotion to process a single thought.

“Th— that’s not—“

“I think it is.” The basis for this hallway conversation irked something in you, rubbed you entirely the wrong way. In all four months you and Minho had been hooking up, never did you think anything would have made your head spin more than everything that had happened today. You started the day off so nicely, getting drunk with your friends— minus Minho— by 1 p.m., then got secretly fucked and fucked well, watched your no-strings-attached leave for a date after said fucking, was kissed by your hot best friend who has clearly been crushing on you, witnessed your fuck buddy coming home from aforementioned date smelling like Victoria’s Secret, now he was acting out because you won’t kiss him. And for all those reasons, you couldn’t shut up.

“You’re unsatisfied no matter how many times I make you cum, which is a lot. You pull me away from my friends and call me at ungodly hours because you need relief when we both know I can’t give it to you— or won’t. A good movie with a mean cliffhanger. Edging yourself before exploding because you know it’ll feel so damn good when you finally peak. A pretty little masochist.”

Rise and fall of his heavy breath was all to be heard, gears in his head visibly turning and all the more amusing to watch. “You won’t kiss me because you know if you do, I won’t want you anymore.”

Fight and win, your brain told you. It screamed at you to not back down, don’t let him see the emotional slash in your chest from the bluntness of his words— as if you didn’t just rip him a new one a few breaths ago.

“Always want what you can’t have.” If the sudden lack of confidence in your voice didn’t expose your hurt, the watering of your eyes did. What a traitor, your body is.

“Why not just kiss me and finally get rid of me?”

“I like making you sweat.”

“You’re selfish.”

“So are you. Didn’t you just come from a date because I won’t kiss you? Two peas in a pod.”

“I hate you.”

“You hate that I’m right.”

“All this over a kiss.”

“A kiss you’re still begging for.”

“Give me one reason not to act like you don’t exist after this.”

“I think this conversation is reason enough. Holding out on you works, doesn’t it?” Keep cool, don’t let him in, much easier said in your head than done. It felt like you hadn’t blinked in the few breaths it's taken to one-up him with the way tears threatened to fall. Minho was always quick witted, just your luck you were even quicker. “When you’re a slut for pain, the line between pain and pleasure gets a little blurred. But you already know that.”

Steam was practically shooting out from his ears, tinted red with anger now that you’d been strumming the chords of his emotions with a rigid hand. It was too easy to rile him up, and him you. Times like these made you wonder if Minho was truly the masochist in your fucked up situationship.

“You’re a real bitch.”

“Then delete my number. Go ahead. It won’t hurt me as much as not getting to know what it feels like to kiss me will hurt you.” An empty threat, one you thought he would fall to his knees for. An empty threat Minho took worth his weight in gold.

He’d left you in the hallway right after that, taking up on your offer and deleting your number. That same night, you’d slept better than you did most nights, tummy fluttering at the kiss with your best friend and shoulders free of suffocating weight. Not that you even noticed the lack of communication, Hyunjin had easily taken up the minor attention you paid to Minho in the past four months. It was easy to melt into him and forget the squabble with his roommate even happened.

Minho hadn’t contacted you in weeks, avoiding you every time you were at his and Hyunjin’s apartment and all together refusing to be in the same room as you. Hyunjin and your other friends chalked it up to simply the two of you coming to terms you weren’t going to get along. Oh, how little did they know that was far from true. If they found out that you and Minho shared more chemistry than any of your feeble brains could begin to comprehend, that you knew just which of his buttons to push and yours for him to shove over the deep end— well, you might just have to move far, far away.

Not seeing Minho around the house only made room for Hyunjin to become more affectionate with you, kissing you from the living room all the way to the washing machine at the end of the hall. He kissed you anywhere you’d let him, for however long you’d allow.

Little did you know Minho was clawing his eardrums from his head every time you were over. He hid himself in his room at the mere sound of your voice, calling out to his roommate so sweetly. It made his throat burn. Minho would lock his door and not come out for hours, resorting to stocking up on snacks and water just so he wouldn’t have to leave unless to use the bathroom. Even in those times when he did need to, he moved quiet as a cat and prayed to any god that would listen that you wouldn’t see him.

It had been two months since you established a routine with Hyunjin, spending weekdays at yours and sleeping in every weekend in his bed. Being with him was easy, maybe too easy. You don’t give it any thought when you woke up on a random Saturday morning to the sleeping man next to you, giving him a kiss on his bare shoulder and getting up to make breakfast.

By that point, you’d forgotten anyone else even lived here, jumping at the sound of the front door opening and shutting. Stupidly, your hand slammed onto the hot pan that you were using to cook pancakes. Before you could turn around to see who came into the house— like you didn’t know who took up the extra room— you let out a painful yelp at the searing of your skin on the burning metal.

Footsteps hurriedly came to your aid, closing in on you but staying hidden behind. As if the smell of him didn’t give him away, Minho didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to, you could point out the clean linen and pine needles from a mile away.

He took your wounded hand and led you over to the sink, running it under cold water. Though, even after aiding your hand, Minho didn’t let go. He kept your wrist in his grip but a hard gaze on the burn, refusing to meet your confused face. The silence in the room was deafening, only the sound of the running water drowning out your rapid heart beat. You were sure if Minho concentrated hard enough, he could hear it too.

“Stupid, how could you do this?” He murmured under his breath. It was an accident, Minho hadn’t meant to speak to you at all let alone be holding you the way he was.

Hearing his voice for the first time in months since your argument, it stunned you. Until the sound of the goddamn pan began searing your breakfast. “The pancakes are burning.”

Reluctant, Minho let go of your arm to turn off the stove only to open the freezer and grab an ice pack, returning to your side closer now. He shut off the water and gently maneuvered to dry your hand and place the ice pack on the burn.

Gentle in the way he handled you, almost caring that it made you temporarily lose sight of why you disliked him in the first place. For a brief moment, you couldn’t see your best friend’s roommate that always went out of his way to tease and pick on you. He wasn’t the asshole that made jokes about your difficult personality or lack of a significant other. In this light, Minho looked somewhat brighter, maybe a little handsome with his freshly washed hair and clothes that seemed to be from the night before. Though, he smelled like himself, not the sickly sweet perfume that was engraved in the back of your mind.

“You don’t sleep here anymore.”

“Is that a question?” His voice was barely above a whisper, trying to touch you as little as possible now.

“No. An observation.”

“You’re looking for me? That’s sweet.” Familiar. Those words felt familiar for some reason. So did being with him now, in a strange and twisted way.

“Where do you go?”

“So many questions for someone who wants nothing to do with me.” Your throat ran dry suddenly. Not in those exact words, but you knew it was implied when you told him to stop contacting you. Maybe you felt a bit guilty, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, it had to have been partially your fault he wasn’t sleeping in his own bed. “Been sleeping at Chan’s place.”

“Why?”

“Just giving the happy couple their space.”

“Hyunjin and I aren’t a couple.”

“No? So you kiss all your friends the way you kiss him?”

Words usually come easy to you, but not now. Minho felt different, he wasn’t pining but he also wasn’t teasing. He was simply stating facts. “I haven’t fucked him yet.”

“I get it, you only fuck people you don’t kiss. Then kiss people you don’t fuck. Makes perfect sense.” It seemed he was getting annoyed now, taking your free hand and replacing his to hold the ice pack and walking back towards the fridge. You watched him grab breakfast contents and situate himself at the dining table.

“I don’t know what you want from me.” The half assed response made Minho slam his fist onto the table. Roses that used to bring a refreshing sight in the room were now withered and dead, petals falling even more when the wooden table shook under his hand.

“You knew exactly what I wanted. Then told me to shove it up my ass.”

“I never said—“

“Oh, baby. You did. Maybe not verbatim but you definitely did.”

That one stung. Point made, you had nothing else to say, neither did he. Ice on your wound, ice in his heart, ice in your eyes, you returned to Hyunjin’s warm bed to bring your body back to normal temperature. Breakfast was overrated anyways. No, you weren’t about to cry over this man who only wanted to prove you wrong.

It felt right being in Hyunjin’s bed, safe, carefree. Which is why you spent all day in it, the both of you deciding to have a lazy weekend. Having to go home after that to an empty home made you miss his presence. You craved it at this point, feeling like you weren’t entirely breathing until he was beside you again. How had you gone through all that time as just friends, you weren’t sure.

Sunday nights were always the worst. The reminder of the previous Friday’s untouched chores only made you not want to do them even more. When your phone dinged, it made you smile to see a text from him asking if you’d gotten home safe. This is what it was supposed to feel like, it’s supposed to be easy.

So you replied sweetly, thanking him for another wonderful weekend and putting your phone down to charge and change. A minute later, you’d hardly been able to strip your pants off by the time your phone dinged again. Only this time, Minho’s name was at the top of your screen.

>> Open the door.

Knock, knock. You nearly jumped out of your skin, taking a second to regain your composure before forgoing your shorts and heading towards the door. Even though you knew who was behind it, you peaked through the peephole anyway to see Minho running his hands through his hair and mindlessly adjusting his clothes. It was funny to see him so helpless for the few seconds you could.

“Y/N, c’mon. I heard you walk up to the door.” Letting out a deep sigh, you unlocked the door and opened it. Revealed before you, Minho looked even more scattered than you’d realized. There were bags under his usually bright eyes, which looked even more sunken now. It seemed he’d been in a rush to leave, dressed in his house shorts and a worn-in shirt. Though, he held one rose in his hand, fresh and beautifully bloomed. “Is your hand okay?”

When you didn’t respond, Minho attempted to step into your apartment but you shot your arm up to block the entrance. It seemed to have taken him back, eyes growing wide that you denied him entry. “Let me in.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“Music to my ears, but still no.” He let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his palms over his eyes. Since when had they been so glossy?

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?” You could see the ever so slight stubble on his chin and above his lip. Clearly, he hadn’t been taking care of himself.

“My hand is fine.” Trying to close the door on him was a mistake. He was much stronger than you and managed to overpower you to push his way through, not that you put up much of a fight.

You trudged into your living room, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” It came out as a whine, tired and overwhelmed.

Closing the door behind him, Minho kicked off his shoes and came further into your home, meaning he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. He stared down at the rose as he looked for the right way to bring up what he’d been stewing about all weekend. Your last conversation confirmed something for him, that you thought about him. Now, whether you meant to or were just trying to make small talk didn’t matter. At least, not to Minho. It was more than enough for the walls he’d rebuilt to come crashing down at the ever so slight glimpse that you cared more than you were letting on.

Opening his mouth to speak, then quickly closing it again, it took him another few silent moments to find the right words. “Was I always just “girl problems” to you?”

That was a new one. His choice of wording was a curveball, you were confused by the metaphor. Reading your quizzical expression, he elaborated. “The last time we… you know,” Minho lightly bumped a closed fist against the inside of his palm awkwardly. The way he tiptoed around saying you’d had sex was somewhat endearing, his mouth much less vulgar now that he’d calmed down. “The last time, you called me “girl problems” when Hyunjin almost caught us.”

“I still don’t get it.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you moved to sit on the armrest of the couch and look up at him. Minho being in your home made you too antsy to relax fully. The only thing keeping him from meeting your stare was the rose in his hand, twisting it in his fingers anxiously until he set it down on to the coffee table.

“Was it just… sex… to you?” He dropped his fidgeting hands to his sides, shoulders slumping forward in defeat. “Was I just sex to you?”

There it was. The intimacy you so desperately tried to avoid and thought you’d done so successfully. You’d thought with Hyunjin apart of the bigger picture now, it’d send Minho on his way. Somewhere along the way you missed the big, bold signs that screamed at you to turn tail and run. When could it have happened? It couldn’t have been when you were hurling insults at each other like no one’s business, and surely not when you made him cum in his pants at a party because he was too desperate to wait— though that was a rather definitive moment in your situationship, proving how pliable he had the potential to be.

Where the sudden emotions were coming from, you truly had no clue.

You tried hard to not laugh in his face. Not because the situation was funny at all, but rather the timing. “Why are you doing this now?”

“Answer the question.”

“Do you really want that?”

He fell quiet, even more than before. Eyes locking onto yours, you could see the gloss beginning to grow watery and his ears burn a brighter shade of red. If self-inflicted pain could’ve been personified, it’d be Minho. Lips slightly quivering and holding up his body from falling to the floor, it’d been like you personally deflated the oxygen from his lungs. But still, he pressed. “Is it still just sex?”

“Was it ever for you?” The tables were turned now. His eyes grew wide and mouth slightly dropped, though he regained his composure quickly.

“At first. But you already knew that.”

You knew where this conversation was going. His thoughts were written all over his face, bold, italicized, and underlined. “You have the worst timing. That or you just don’t want me to be happy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Minho’s voice raised slightly.

“You had months to confess— or whatever it is you’re doing now. But you waited until someone else came in and swept me off my feet.”

As much as that’s how it seemed on the surface, your words just weren’t true. Minho didn’t have months because he didn’t know what it was he was feeling until he saw you with Hyunjin. He stayed up so many nights trying to decipher the searing hot sting in his heart whenever you’d leave him lonely.

Though, thinking about your words more deeply— leaving a silent staring contest between the two of you— Minho knew you were right on some level. From

your perspective, it was like he was trying to sabotage you. Selfish is the right word. Guilt plays a small part as well, but mostly Minho’s selfishness, wanting to keep you all for himself.

“You never gave me the chance,” he tried to defend himself.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. If you wanted me, you would’ve stopped treating me like I was nothing.” Your voice wasn’t louder than normal, the way you spoke was much too calm for Minho, who had to practically swallow his voice to keep from cracking.

“Then what about you? You weren’t much of a saint, either.”

“I’m not the one showing up at your house to confess my feelings.”

“No, you’re just there to fuck me then kiss my roommate.”

The same argument was growing tiresome, you were exhausted of your energy to fight him anymore. Toying with the hem of your shirt, you rubbed your forehead into your palm to distract from the annoyance bubbling in your chest. Somehow Minho always made your temper become cut in half, pissing you off to no end. But still, you always let him get away with it.

Maybe it had something to do with how cute he was when he pouted, or tilted his head at you like a cat when he wanted something. Then there was the way he’d bit the inside of his cheek and make mindless kissy noises whenever he cooked. His face always lit up the brightest when he’d share pictures of his cats with your friends, talking about them like they were human. You’d only ever caught slight glimpses of those pictures from over shoulders, Minho had never given you the privilege of showing you exclusively. No, those moments were reserved for people he actually liked.

The thoughts of how sweet he could be plagued your mind, it became an invasive species in a matter of minutes all because he just couldn’t leave you alone.

“Then why are you here?” You pleaded now, tired of having to pry straight answers out of him.

“Because I want both!” He yelled now, frustrated and sad and helplessly enamored with someone who doesn’t want him.

Blinking slowly, you let your head fall towards your lap again, “always want what you can’t have.”

“And why can’t I? Because you won’t give it to me,” he stalked closer to you, invading your space and gaining your attention again. “Yeah, I wanted to undress you. I wanted to fuck you with no repercussion and I didn’t want anyone knowing. I also didn’t want anyone knowing how fucking insane you make me, driving me up the wall every time I so much as look at your stupid, annoyingly cute face.”

He dropped bomb after bomb of information on you, threw you head first into the deepest part of his emotional abyss. And even when you were drowning, struggling to swim, he sealed your fate with weights tied to your ankles and let you sink.

“Wanting to fuck you turned into wanting to kiss you, wanting to hold your hand, cook you dinner, maybe ever wear those stupid matching couples outfits. I wanted to impress you, letting you fuck me and just hoped you’d eventually feel the same. You shot me down every single time and yet, it’s still all I want. And the shitty part about all of it?” His voice strained momentarily, catching you off guard and looking into his eyes. “I’m telling you all of this and you still won’t want to kiss me.”

On the verge of tears, Minho fell to his knees in front of you, staring at the floor. His cheeks were pink, hair fallen over his eyes in attempt to hide the gloss over them. And it made your heart wrench.

Seeing him so completely bare before you, heart laid beneath your feel and soul wide open, there was no way you could deny him. You wanted to take him, eat him whole so he could live within you forever. The very fact that he made you feel that way only made you hate him even more. Why couldn’t you breathe? Why were your hands shaking? Why did you want to take him into your arms and whisper sweet nothings in his ear until he couldn’t remember why he was sad in the first place?

If Minho was selfish, what did that make you?

“Show me.” His head shot up, looking at you like you’d spontaneously grown a second head.

“What?”

“You wanted to impress me. Do it.” In a split second, Minho was on his feet again, inches away from you. He moved slowly, as if scared you’d run away again.

You couldn’t look away from his face, deep brown eyes that could never truly look into yours were now locked. Minho almost didn’t blink, probably thinking you’d disappear. From what you could see, he was battling with himself. To give in and get what he’s always wanted, but for how long? He knew this, you knew this. Time is of the essence and was wearing thinner and thinner along with his self control. How dare you ask this of him. How dare you dangle yourself on a string in his face, just out of reach. How dare you look at him like he was your entire world— because you are his. How dare you be so beautifully cruel.

Unrushed, Minho ran his fingertips over the tops of your hands, untangling them from the hem of your shirt. Then running them slowly up your arms and raising goosebumps until he came to your neck. He’d touched you so many times before, yet this felt entirely new. Gently did he wrap both hands around your neck, not applying any pressure but just holding you. He lingered there for a second, eyes darting down to your lips before licking his own, then coming up to cup your jaw.

He moved with purpose, every caress of his thumb against your cheek getting you to not pay any attention to how you involuntarily opened your legs so he could step between them. Everything around you felt warm, the air, your clothes, the voices in your head screaming bloody murder at you to get away.

But he stopped there, unmoving now that you couldn’t get away. “What are you waiting for?” You whispered, hand coming up to tug at the bottom of his shirt.

“For you to tell me I can.” His admittance made your heart leap and stomach flip. Even when he was feeling so emotional and overwhelmed, Minho never took from

you what you wouldn’t give. And he seemed unsure of whether the words he chose were the right ones.

“Kiss me.”

You almost fell back at the sheer force behind his lips as they crashed into you. It was hungry for a second, ravaging you so intensely that you had to hold onto his arms just to keep steady. But he’d caught himself, pulling back to look at you with a small grin before diving back in this time gentler. His lips felt as you’d imagined them, smooth, plush, encapsulating and drawing you in deeper every time you slotted against him. It wasn’t before long his tongue ran along your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

When you gave it to him, his hands moved into your hair, not tugging but rather just anchoring himself to you. Minho let out a small moan into your mouth and bent at the knees to change the angle. Letting go of your hair, his next target became your legs. His strong grip slipped under your thighs and hoisted you up, out of instinct you wrapped them around his waist. It felt like second nature to him, the walk to your bedroom. Only now, he was able to do the thing he’d only ever imagined.

He kept his lips against yours as he used his foot to push open the door. Even as he set you down on your back and hovered over you, as he stripped your clothes then his, as you reached between your bodies to stroke his hard cock. Never once did Minho allow for your lips to part other than a few seconds to breathe. Now that he had a taste of it, your lips, he was addicted. And there was no way he was letting you go.

“H— hold on,” he murmured against you, grabbing your hand to stop the motions on his dick. You looked at him, panting and as red in the face as you were sure you were, too, concerned he’d changed his mind.

There was no way in hell that was the case. Minho pressed one more reassuring kiss to your lips before cascading down your neck, between your breasts, and across your stomach until he came to your core. With both hands, he spread your legs and held them open wide. He stared at your cunt like it was lost ancient treasure, awestruck.

“So wet, baby. Did kissing me do this to you?” One finger ran through your folds, collecting your arousal just to smear it around.

You whined into his touch a weak, “yes.” It spurred him on to use two fingers, rubbing tight, slow circles into your clit.

His thoroughness usually would have pleased you, but laying on your back and not having him smothering you in kisses, your own thoughts were starting to overtake the sensual atmosphere. What would Hyunjin think if he could see you now?

“Such a good kisser,” voice airy, you spoke, “what else can you do?” A challenging smirk played along his lips. Keeping his eyes on you, Minho let just his tongue run up your slit. A loud, lewd moan escaped you, tossing your head back into the pillows and grabbing for his hair.

He chuckled into your pussy, vibrations causing your hips to jolt up into his face. Oh, how sweet you sounded at his mercy. Though, he knew it was the other way around. You were using him, telling him to suck while you used the grip on his roots to grind against his lovely face. Yet Minho loved every second of it, in fact, he got off on it. His hips were pressing into the bed so harshly that the dryness of the fabric might’ve hurt if he wasn’t leaking so much precum. They rutted into the sheets in time with your own. But as you got nearer to your peak, evident in how loud you were moaning and your feet planting onto the bed to open up the angle, Minho forced himself to shove his own high back down. He couldn’t come yet, he still had so much to prove.

So he let you come all over his face, let your legs clamp around him and wonderfully suffocate him in your pussy, drowning in the way his name rolled off your tongue. Even as you came down from your high, your legs twitched in the aftermath which was more than a compliment to Minho. He came back up, still kissing every inch of your skin as he fell into your lips again. You could taste yourself, smell your own scent and you could understand why he was so fond of letting you trap him.

“Such a good boy,” you could barely say because he couldn’t keep his lips off you. But he’d heard it loud and clear and whined at the praise, verbally whined. It was high pitched and minorly suppressed. How cute, you thought. “My good boy.”

Minho practically melted at the possessiveness, whimpering louder. “I can be better,” he stared at you with glossy eyes again, nodding as if to convince himself.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck me good? I don’t know how you can top yourself, baby.” He pouted his thick lips and sat back, bending your knees to kiss at some more. He peppered along the insides of your thighs then slung them over his shoulders, taking his cock in hand.

Not bothering to work himself up any more, he was only able to push himself through your folds two or three times before prodding his thick cockhead at your entrance. But he paused, hiding his face in the crook of your knee while simultaneously side eyeing you, waiting for permission. “Oh, pretty baby. Go ahead. Show me how much you love me.”

The L-word. It slipped from your mouth before your conscious could tell you no. But it seemed to have a better effect on Minho than anticipated. Because instead of pushing into you roughly and taking what he needed, he slowly let himself feel you, memorizing every inch of your walls as if it was his first time in you.

Your jaw dropped as he bottomed out, loving the feeling of him filling you entirely. “Made for me,” he whined, “so warm. Love this, love your pussy. Love you.”

Minho was rambling now. His eyes closed and head fell back, but you were suddenly missing the contact of his skin, reaching for his arm to pull him back down into a wet, sloppy kiss. Tongues slipped around and made a mess of one another’s faces, not that either of you minded. Minho was numb to anything except your hot cunt sucking him in and your sweet lips saying everything he wanted to hear.

“Move,” you prompted him after a few moments of calming the initial overwhelming sensation.

Hands gripping into the tops of your thighs, Minho let his body weight fall more onto you, pushing his cock into parts you didn’t think could be reached. The tip pressed against your sweet spot, lewdly moaning out his name again at the feeling. He whined alongside you, pulling out gently and rocking back into you hard. It was dizzying, to say the least. You were already light headed and pleasantly suffocating from the intensity of his thrusts.

Only the sound of skin on skin filled the room besides your combined noises, probably pissing off your neighbors. But that didn’t matter, couldn’t matter when he was fucking you so good.

What made this different than all the other times, though? Just letting him kiss you couldn’t have changed the entire dynamic, could it? What were his kisses laced with that it made you go absolutely stupid? You’re supposed to hate him, he’s supposed to hate you. That’s how it’s always been no matter how many times he’s between your legs. So why were you loving this?

“Ohh— god— gonna cum,” Minho’s voice shook as he pounded into you.

“No, hold it,” you instructed, pushing his upper body back to sit up. He whimpered even louder at that, but did as told. When you moved so he’d slip out, an even bolder whine echoed, and not from you.

“Such a big baby. Don’t I always reward you?” You motioned for him to lay down, to which he flopped into the pillows.

“Not without making me work for it.” He watched as you moved to straddle him, automatically reaching for your hips. When you threw one leg over his lap and turned your back to him, he immediately moved to grip your ass.

“That’s half the fun isn’t it?” You reached between your legs and angled his cock to slip into you again. You’d only been able to roll your hips a few times before his hands traveled up your torso, wrapping around as he sat up. “You love doing as you’re told because I tell you whatever you want to hear.”

His chin rested on your shoulder and you let your full weight sink onto him, pressing lightly on the sweet spot inside you. Then his hand moved down to your lower stomach and pressed, pushing the spot harder into his cock. It made you cry out and arch into his chest. He took advantage of your weakened form, taking you with him to lay back down. You had no choice but to relax against his chest, his hands were doing wonders to soothe you, occasionally tweaking your nipples or flicking your clit. Minho kept you like this, flat on top of him while he buried his face in your neck and relished in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.

“What do I want to hear now?”

He was beckoning you, reeling out the words he so desperately wanted you to say. “You’re so good, so good to me.” Minho planted his feet onto the bed and guided your feet to rest on his knees. You felt exposed like this, if anyone were to walk in, they’d see his cock balls deep in your pussy.

He thrusted up once, nice and hard, getting you to moan again and search for his hands to hold. “Not exactly, but close enough.” It was light hearted, though semi loaded.

“You don’t get to make demands of me, baby. Be a good boy and make me feel good. Don’t you wanna cum, too?” It didn’t dawn on Minho until you mentioned being able to come, that he wasn’t wearing a condom. It made his hips stutter for a second and slightly release his hold on you. You could feel his hesitation now, “I'm on the pill. I just never told you.”

Minho laughed into your hair, a pained and exasperated laugh. “You’ve been on the pill this whole time? Really were holding out on me.”

Your back arched against him as he moved at a bone crushing pace, thrusting up into you as his strong arms kept you tight against his chest. All you could do was lie there and take it, take the mind hazing fucking and tell him what a good job he was doing. That’s what you did, mindlessly muttering things along the line of, “my good boy, so big and so strong. Knows how to fuck me so good. You like my pussy, baby? It’s all for you.”

He hid himself in your neck, whimpering and moaning against the hot skin as you both melted into one another, a sweaty, sticky mess with limbs so tangled you couldn’t tell what belonged to who— only that it was his fingers were now rubbing delicious figures into your bundle of nerves.

It was getting harder to keep your own orgasm at bay, you couldn’t begin to imagine how he was feeling with one already being denied. You turned your head to the side, cupping his cheek and forcing him to kiss you again. The arm he had around your torso tightened and brought you impossibly closer to his chest, speeding up his fingers and making you convulse around him. It was maddening how much control you had over him, your nails digging into the tops of his hands while the other reached back to lock into his hair felt like he was on cloud nine. A twisted, sick sort of pain that could only have been made pleasurable by you.

“Don’t stop— don’t— gonna cum,” you cried out, clawing at any part of him you could, eventually settling on holding his hand again. It felt grounding in such an intense moment.

“Let me— please let me!” Minho was just as lost in the feeling as you were, unable to say anything else besides pleas and your name.

Fingers not ceasing its attack on your clit, you pulsed and clenched tightly around him in a grand finale. Your orgasm hit you so quickly that you’d barely managed to give him permission to come with you.

“Oh god— I love you,” Minho whimpered in your ear, followed by a deep groan from his chest as he was milked by your convulsing cunt.

You felt limp, unable to process anything. The warmth of his seed was something calming in the pit of your stomach, like a hand warmer on a winter night. You couldn’t stop spasming and pulsing around him even after the orgasm passed, stringing overstimulated whines from the man under you. His hand moved away from your clit to join his other in wrapping around you, letting the two of you tilt to the side to spoon in a warm embrace.

It was quiet for a while as you both caught your breath. He didn’t pull away nor pull out, fully enjoying the intimate moment. Minho smiled into your hair and sweetly kissed the skin of your shoulder, neck, arm, anywhere and everywhere he could without having to let you go. And you liked it, a lot more than you wish you did.

As much as you wished you could’ve stayed there with him, frozen in time, the real world was staring you in the face— or more like the picture of you and Hyunjin on your nightstand was staring at you. Damn that stupid present he’d given you on your last birthday, and damn the sentiment behind it.

Minho didn’t seem to notice your lapse in emotional presence, too distracted by your body warmth. He reached to your cheek and begged for another kiss, which you gave willingly. It was a softer kiss, sensual and caring the longer he pressed himself against you.

How worrying that was.

You almost sighed in relief when he asked to use your shower. Maybe that meant he’d leave soon, or maybe he’d stay the night. He’s never done that before, who knows where things would go. Either way, you couldn’t figure out the sick feeling in your stomach, just that you wanted it to go away and Minho was wonderful at distracting you.

He didn’t shower without cleaning you up first, gently pulling out and holding your legs up to your chest to minimize any spillage. Coming back with wet wipes, he gently cleaned you up and wiped down your body, taking his leave to the bathroom and letting you rest. In an un-Minho-like fashion, he even offered to help bathe you later if you felt up for it. The polite offer stunned you for another second before nodding and giving him a tired smile.

As soon as the bathroom door shut, you looked over at the picture on your nightstand and laid it face down. Another few minutes before the shower began to run allowed for the guilt and shame to bubble in your chest again, making you get up and look for your long forgotten phone.

Slipping on a shirt— you didn’t know whose— you’d found your phone in the living room on the couch. There were some other unimportant notifications, a few missed texts, and one missed facetime call.

Clicking on his name, you read his messages with a somber feeling.

>> Finally found my missing hoodie! It was in the drawer with your clothes. Did you think you could hide it from me? :p

>> Come back, my bed feels empty without you

Your fingers shook over the keyboard, unsure of if you should even respond. It was so late into the night, would it make sense for you to be replying now? Did that matter? You could always say you just happened to wake up, reply, then fall back asleep.

The flower on your coffee table was just a reminder of all the ways you’d messed up. If you thought Minho hated you before, how much worse could it get? “I hate roses.”

<< I miss you too hyune <3 can I see you tomorrow?

No, you weren’t selfish. You’re worse than that.

A/N: that’s the end of this miniseries!!! it took me soooo so so sooo long but i hope this last part was sorta worth the wait :,) if u haven’t given this album a listen yet, i recommend u do!! it’s one of my personal favorites and i think it really does well in describing these sucky situationships.

anyways, feedback is always always always! appreciated :3

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