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Black and Blue: Chapter 9

Genre: College!AU + Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby!AU, Con Artist!AU, Smut, Angst, Light Fluff

WC// 11.1k (I KNOW)

[18+ content ahead, please read with caution]

Series Tags: Con Artists, Smut, Mental Health Issues, Stalking, Financial Instability, Established Sexual Relations, Blood, Gore, Violence, Sugar Baby, Sugar Daddy, Rimming, Blow Jobs

Summary: Everybody has their own secrets, some more damning and horrifying than the rest. For college best friends San, Wooyoung and Yeosang, their personal lives are nothing less than intense with each other's pasts crossing into their present day lives. All three of them are desperate for a life in which they will all finally have some peace and stability. The question is: how far are they willing to take it?

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ch t//w: This chapter contains the following topics: mentions of prior assault towards a main character, emotional manipulation, hacking, blackmail, and revenge porn. If these topics are triggering for you or towards anyone that you know, please refrain from reading! For those who choose to continue, please proceed with caution and care. Your mental is worth more than anything.

ch s//w: fingering, 69, hair pulling, crying during sex (blissful, happy tears yer), hickies, rimming, blowjob, slight overstim, barebacking, creampie, power play (guess that’s what you could call what yunho does idk bro), slight praise kink (squint and you’ll see it)

~writer’s note~: ello, its kira. goddamn this took me more than two weeks or so to finish but fuck here we are. never have i written this much but huzzah we did it, gang gang. if there are any t/w topics that i missed, please message me so i can update them. i only know the major ones but there may be smaller ones that i’m not thinking about. don’t be afraid to reach out. i want everyone to feel seen and safe <3

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|| This chapter will be told from mostly Yunho’s POV using 3rd person. ||

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“Mr. Jung?”

“Come in!”

There was a small shuffle of feet, the door opening slowly cracking open. A rather small girl walked in. Yunho looked up from his computer with a smile. “Ah, Chaeyoung. Do what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice always had a way of coming out sweet like honey, even when he was slammed with work.

He could never be compared to any other head department leader within the whole company. While being serious and stern when he has to be, he supports his teams. Anyone who is struggling to make ends meet, Yunho helps to carry them the rest of the way through their side of the project- alongside dealing with his own work.

Communicative, passionate, and kindhearted- these were all terms that made him so well liked while simultaneously being hated.

After shutting the door, Chaeyoung’s heels quietly danced across the tile floor until she was a few feet in front of Yunho’s desk. Pulling her iPad from under her arm, she looked at the screen. “You have been requested for a meeting with a..Son Youngtaek from the corporation known as HID.”

“HID?” He tilted his head.

“Heurit Inceptx Destiny is the full name.” Chaeyoung scrolled through the screen. “I took the liberty of doing some research on them, for your convenience.” She handed the iPad over respectfully before taking a step back, her eyes falling a bit from shyness. “I hope I wasn’t crossing a line.”

“No, of course not.” He began scrolling through the information with his eyebrows furrowed lightly.

The description of the company was extremely vague, at least from what was given by the requestor and what was found online. It read as a simple production-consumption business. However, all of the details weren’t exactly clear. Neither was the main goal/purpose of the company.

“There wasn’t a lot of information that I could find. It seemed that some of it had been wiped off of the internet after some time. However, without much background information or evidence, the company claims that we have infringed on their company production through some sort of investment?” Chaeyoung held the same level of confusion as was on Yunho’s face.

Yunho handed the iPad back to her, eyebrows pulled together harder than before.

“Should I decline? We really don’t know anything about them, nor can we get any more information from them. We can’t even clarify if their claims are real or not.” Chaeyoung’s composure tighten, almost feeling insulted by someone daring to request to see Yunho without the slightest bit of information-

“I’ll meet with them.”

Chaeyoung’s face went from frustrated to confused and completely stunned. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Send them an email back saying I will meet with them, if they are serious and have ample evidence of my connection to their company, within the next hour.” Yunho leaned back with his hands folded in front of him. “If they cannot provide that, then I will not meet with them. That is my deal with them. Surely they can understand that by requesting to come here.”

Chaeyoung stood there for a minute with concern on her face, unsure if it would be appropriate to provide her opinion in the position she was in.

“Chaeyoung?”

“Y-Yes sir?” Chaeyoung perks up, eyes still laced in worry.

“I appreciate your concern. If anything goes wrong, you will be the first person I contact- as a matter of fact.” Yunho went into his desk and pulled out a small device with a button attached to it, standing up and handing it to Chaeyoung.

“What is this?”

“It’s an emergency sensor. I’ll have one too in my pocket. If anything happens, I’ll press it.” He leans down a little in her face, not enough to invade her personal space. “Does that suffice?”

Chaeyoung took a moment to compose herself, though her burning cheeks lingered behind, before nodding quickly. “Yes, sir. I will also make sure the security is on standby.” She tucked the iPad under her arm and bowed quickly. “I’ll leave you to your work now.” She left the room swiftly afterwards.

A small sigh left his lips once he was alone in the silence of his room, normally comforting him but in this moment it made him feel even the slightest bit of stress. Yunho returned to his desk and tapped his fingers lightly against it, his face remaining neutral whilst his eyes had a burn within them.

“Hm..”

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If Yunho was being honest, he didn’t expect this Son Youngtaek to have evidence and information prepared within an hour.

Most who have tried to throw such heavy accusations at him came up with vague claims and evidence with so many holes in them that you could barely call it argumentative. Yet, Yunho would still give them the time of day to present their case and come to some sort of resolution to whatever issue he was able to see and seek closure.

That was with businesses that he had long time connections to. This was a different scenario altogether.

With every ounce in his being, Yunho was prepared to remain professional in his decline to any sort of meeting ground with the company if he saw there was no issue. If they truly found a problem with it afterwards, they should have no problem taking him to court over it in which then they would be able to try again in gaining more evidence about this “infringement” they speak of.

Yunho walked with a small stride, eyes closed with two tall and built men walking closely behind him. Chaeyoung led the way with her iPad clutched tightly to her chest. They had taken their time to make this meeting as civil and professional as possible. However, the assistant couldn’t help the bead of sweat that rolled down the left side of her face at the thought of this situation potentially getting ugly.

Remain calm. That’s what he told me to do. Remain calm and if he needs my help he will call me. Be professional. She let out a small sigh as they reached the door, standing on the opposite side. Eyes fierce and unwavering, her voice projected calmly. “We’re here, sir. They should be in the room now. If you are in need of any assistant, please don’t be afraid to contact me.”

Yunho’s eyes opened, relaying the same fire as they did earlier, softened by his warm smile. He nodded towards Chaeyoung before looking straight ahead, the two double doors opening to the conference room.

Inside, a smaller man sat alone in the middle area of the dark wood round table. His glasses were perched perfectly on his nose as he read through the documents in front of him. His black suede blazer had been discarded on the back of the chair next to him, his red dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows neatly. No one else resided in the room besides him, something that initially stunned Yunho upon stepping inside.

Never not once had he met a businessman who was not accompanied by some sort of bodyguard or assistant.

“Ah.” Youngtaek looked up from his notes, standing and smoothing off his pants. “My apologies, it was a little warm in here so I took off my jacket.” His eyes were sharp, taking note of Yunho’s expressions and body language.

“No need. The air conditioning system has always been a little faulty due to the building being old.” Only the small corners of Yunho’s lips curved up. The two men met halfway and shook hands out of politeness, although it was obvious that there was tension between the two. “Jung Yunho. But I’m sure you are already aware of this since you were the one that sent the email, I presume?” The sound of the door closing to the room drew Youngtaek’s attention. Especially with the presence of two larger men at either door.

“Yes.” His voice trailed off slightly as he examined the two before looking back at Yunho with a neutral expression. “Son Youngtaek. I’m here on behalf of the CEO of HID, who unfortunately couldn’t make it due to other business meetings he had to attend today. He extends his sincerest apologies, otherwise he would have come himself.”

“That’s not necessary. As a businessman myself, when duties call you must answer them.” Their hands moved back to their sides with Yunho motioning for the two of them to sit down at the table. Once they were both comfortable, he let out a small sigh, smiling a bit wider.

The boy across from him was certainly well put together. The company must own some form of money in order for him to be able to afford that type of attire. Prada.

Wearing something so exclusive and yet I’ve never heard of you or your company before. Hm.. Yunho thought to himself, bringing his eyes to Youngtaek from the sound of his papers tapping on the table.

“I suppose we shouldn’t beat around the bush here. I don’t intend on wasting your time by any means so I will keep my words clean and rather short, with leaving room for any explanations or clarifications you would like for me to make.” He folded his hands neatly on the table in front of him. Yunho held back a snort and nodded his head. A little bit of pretentiousness as well. Very interesting..

“Go right ahead. I’m in no rush. You have my full attention.”

At the word, Youngtaek removed some papers from his small stack and placed them in front. Not to read off of them, merely to have them in his line of view. Deciding to stand instead of sitting, he slowly rose from his seat, palms flat on the table with a small exhale from his mouth. He straightened himself fully before speaking.

“As I’m sure you were made aware of in your email, we have contacted you today in regard to an investment that you have made that has caused an issue within our corporation.” He kept his eyes low, moving away from his seat to walk along the walls of the room. Youngtaek’s eyes glanced over the paintings on the wall as he spoke. “But I suppose I should start with what our company does and why your involvement has become such an issue to us.”

That would be the smartest and most logical thing to do, yes. Is what Yunho wanted to say. But that was not the professional aura and attitude he held within his own office. Instead he let out a small hum and continued to hold his polite smile. “Please, if you don’t mind.”

Youngtaek continued his small stroll around the room, running his fingers along the edge of the wall as he spoke. “Heurit Inceptx Destiny is a supply and demand based company specializing in music distribution and production. Our recruitment process is handled by our demand or donors, as we refer to them as.” He stopped at the window and stared out onto the street below, watching as children crossed the street with their parents. “To put it in simple terms, our donors make selections of who they want to be a part of our team. In even simpler terms, those donors can be anyone that is in connection to our company, even the members themselves.” He turned himself back to face Yunho, noticing the confused look that was laced all over his face. He might have thought Youngtaek wouldn’t pick up on the slight smugness to his expression, but the boy decided to tuck this in the back of his mind.

“I would think that would be a conflict of interest.” Yunho’s tone was neutral.

“How so?”

“Well,” The brunette leaned back in his chair, one leg folded over the other and hands in his lap. “If you were to allow people within the corporation to donate, their funding would go straight back into your pockets. In the end, they would basically be receiving their own money back, maybe even nothing at all. Financially, that would be like conning your own members out of their money.”

Youngtaek couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, one that made Yunho’s eyes narrow for a moment. The boy covered his mouth before waving it off. “My apologies. I just..” He faux wiped a tear from the corner of his eye before straightening himself, facial expression fallen. “Find it surprising how one dimensional you imagine a workplace like this to work. As a person who holds such power, I would have expected a better answer than that.”

Yunho’s eyebrow twitched, jaw set. “Enlighten me, then.”

“Gladly.” Youngtaek turned, looking out the window again. “While it may be perceived to others as us taking advantage of our members and their money in order to fill our own pockets. It’s quite the contrary.” He tapped his finger lightly on the glass. “Donating within the company allows you to achieve higher positions. Once you’ve reached a certain threshold, we will grant you permission to move up within the company. These all come with perks, of course, one of them being other business connections.”

“So by obtaining said business connections..?” Yunho questioned.

“Their social status will rise. Then, it won’t matter how much money they have, they will be worth more than what they earn.” Youngtaek answered.

His curiosity definitely peaked at this point. However, Yunho did not want to stray from what the point of this meeting was supposed to be. “Pardon my rudeness of interrupting your explanation of this business. I’m not sure what all of this has to do with myself, let alone my company.”

Something in Youngtaek’s facial expression made Yunho feel uneasy. Maybe it was the way his eyes were unmoving and lacking any emotion, like a robot. In fact, Yunho couldn’t read a single emotion on the boy’s whole face. Even the ones that he presented earlier felt stiff and cold.

He moved back to the table, opening the folder he had brought with him into the room. As if they were in some sort of interrogation, Youngtaek moved a small photo into Yuinho’s view. The brunette’s eyes widened. Y...Yeosang..? It was the boy’s university photo. Alongside it, Youngtaek placed three other pictures of the blonde boy. One inside the school building tutoring a student, another sitting outside reading a book under a tree, and another of him walking outside towards his apartment complex.

“I’m not going to waste time asking if you know this boy. I can get my answer from the expression on your face.” Yunho’s eyes flickered up and met Youngtaek’s stone cold ones as before. Youngtaek tilted his head at his expression. “I’ll put this simply for you. He’s our target.” He placed his palms face down on the table, leaning in a bit towards Yunho. “And your involvement is the reason why I’m here, standing in front of you, telling you all about the company that I work for.” His tone became sharper. “So I’ll pardon your rudeness for now. I cannot guarantee that I will be so kind as to do so again in the coming minutes.”

Yunho couldn’t help but let a short breath escape from his mouth. Everything that he had been fearing in the past about Yeosang and his situation was way worse than he thought. Not only him, but San and Seonghwa soon.

“May I continue?”

“...Yes.”

For the first time since the meeting started, Youngtaek’s lips curved into a mischievous grin.

He caught Yunho right where he wanted him, now he was holding all of the power.

“This boy, Kang Yeosang, was placed into our system this past June. He was processed with all of the background information we could obtain with finalization occurring in August. Our job is to successfully bring him forward into our team before next June.” Youngtaek moved back and straightened himself. “So we ask that you no longer be involved in our business and remove any resources that you have provided in order to keep us by doing so.”

“Excuse me?” Yunho’s eyes narrowed, brows furrowed. “You mean to tell me that you’re the ones that have sent that guy Mingi after Yeosang?” Disgust was only the smallest word you could use to describe how he felt at the moment.

“We have assigned him to this case, yes. Song Mingi was already attending the same university and was aware of who Yeosang was. He required less amount of training and information about the boy in order to know how to successfully bring him to us-”

“By harassing, stalking and literally trying to assault him?” His composure started to falter and Yunho had to keep his shaking hands hidden under the table. His eyes, however, held a fiery rage that he didn’t even attempt to hold back. His eyes became harder seeing the unmoving nature of Youngtaek.

“You must understand, as the head of your department, that things such as business are never personal. I can assure you that we were in no way aware of Mingi’s tactics of completing his task. Some of our recruitment tactics are not understood by most people.” Youngtaek spoke with his eyes closed.

Yunho couldn’t help the scoff that left his lips, shaking his head. Fucking obsurd.

“Whether or not your practices are understood by the majority, Yeosang is a friend of mine.” Yunho slowly stood up, hands on the table. His eyes snapped up. “So you can understand why it would be a problem for me to no longer be involved.”

Silence fell in the room as Youngtaek looked down at the folder that was in front of him. The two guards standing at the door couldn’t help but look at each other. There was an obvious level of discomfort that spread across both of their faces. Was this the cue that the meeting was ending? Neither one of the men moved, so the guards couldn’t tell.

Yunho continued to keep his eyes hard on Youngtaek. Like hell he would give up. Like hell he would leave Yeosang so vulnerable for this sorry excuse of a fucking business. Never personal? Everything about this was personal!

“So, is that a no to my proposal?” Youngtaek spoke quietly.

“Absolutely.”

Silence again.

“Very well.” Youngtaek collected his papers that he had spread out one by one. Tucking them neatly into the folder, he sat it inside of his black tote bag that he brought with him. Putting on his jacket and adjusting it properly, he took a short bow before walking towards the double doors.

“I have every means of reporting you to the police for those photos of Yeosang. You and your company should know more than anyone that photographing people without their consent is illegal in this country.”

Youngtaek stopped in his tracks with his back to Yunho. The brunette couldn’t see the look on his face. However, the two guards could. Although usually unphased by anyone that they come across that wish to discuss business with Yunho, the boy made note of the sweat that was collecting on their foreheads. Especially the way they both adjusted themselves and averted their eyes from Youngtaek. They’re...afraid?

“Ah yes.” His tone was flat. Youngtaek turned his head only a bit, allowing Yunho to see the side profile of his face. “Would you happen to know what the law thinks about prostitution?”

Yunho’s expression mixed with confusion and anger. “What kind of question is that?” Youngtaek rolled his neck, relaxing his shoulders.

“I’m merely inquiring if you are aware of what the law of this country has to say about prostitution.” He looked fully over his shoulder now, the smallest corner of his lips curled up. Within a mere fraction of a second the realization hit Yunho, causing his eyelid to twitch for a moment as they widened.

“What the hell are you getting at?” He didn’t bother to correct his language.

“Ah, there’s the right question then.” Youngtaek turned around fully with his smirk on display. “What am I getting at? Me? Well, let’s see.” He ceremoniously pulled out a medium sized photo of San, dangling it loosely between his fingers. “Well, you must know who I mean. I mean you must know everything since you were so quick to make a threat such as that.” One by one he pulled out many pictures of the boy and tossed them onto the ground, uncaring about how they fell.

“Everything is so black and white, so easy is it not, Yunho? You can simply point out the smallest of problems, quickly think of the solution and then boom, problem solved right?” The pearly whites of his teeth began to show. “I’ve taken photos of Yeosang without his consent. I deserve to be punished. So easy~” He threw more photos of San on the ground out of his bag. Yunho’s heart began to race, the beating getting caught in his throat.

“Oh? But that would mean you’re innocent right?” Yanking the folder out of his bag and clutching it to his chest, Youngtaek gripped the end of it with the opposite hand. Chuckling lightly to himself, he swung his bag from one side to the other. A slew of photos cascaded and fluttered down onto the ground. Some were everyday photos of San and the others were more scandalous ones. San with his legs spread in a provocative pose, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. Another from Valentine’s day with San in red lingerie, the end of white rope in his mouth and his wrists bound. The last one that caught Yunho’s eye in particular was a photo of him and San sleeping together in that hotel room. The one that they had only occupied a couple weeks earlier.

“What the…How..” Yunho fell speechless just the way Youngtaek wanted him to. The boy stepped forward, crushing the photos of San under his feet.

“You see, people are so quick to call out who is innocent and who is guilty while simultaneously trying to hide their own sinful deeds.” Youngtaek tilted his head and looked at the photos on the ground. “Never did I think that there would be so many attached to your fuck buddy. I guess you could say I was pleasantly surprised?” Noticing Yunho’s lack of response, he continued.

“I suggest you not talk with so much pride and ego about things that are illegal in this country before you look at yourself-”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t know shit about this! You don’t know a goddamn thing!” Yunho’s voice projected, startling the men at the doors.

“Oh I don’t?” Youngtaek blinked with false doe eyes, not phased at all by the anger radiating from the man in front of him. “Let’s see then.” He cleared his throat before pulling out one paper from his folder, holding it up in front of his eyes. “Choi San, born on July 10th of 1999 to a single, unloved, widowed and now sickly mother. His father passed away in 2005, leaving San and his mother without money blah blah blah.” His eyes skimmed over the page. “Ah, met Jung Yunho on, what is referred to as quote ‘an app for established entrepreneurs to be linked with a potential suitor’. And after going through and analyzing the whole website, these types of apps are actually illegal believe it or not!”

The blood in Yunho’s face seemed to pool all the way down to his fingers and toes. His face had begun to look more ghastly than normal, even the bags around his eyes seemed to have sunken into themselves. The normally calm and collected CEO, gaining great power from his father’s connections but mostly from his own intelligent work, was now damn near close to looking sick. The words of what Youngtaek was saying echoed through his head but he wasn’t processing any of it. All he could think about were the array of photos.

Of course the ones that were taken without San knowing were disturbing enough. The scandalous ones? Those he didn’t even understand how they obtained. Those were from his own private messages to San, ones that no one else should be able to see or have access to. So how were they in front of him right now? How was this happening? What was even happening right now?

“Who..” Yunho’s voice quivered, all but stopping Youngtaek’s vile monologue of him and San’s back story. Perplexed by the change in his demeanor, the assistant cocked his head to one side. “Who the hell are you..?” The taller brunette tried his hardest to keep the lump that had formed in his throat from coming forward. It would certainly embarrass the shit out of him and would be another thing to add onto the list of prominent information that Youngtaek had on him.

A playful hum rang from the boy’s lips. Youngtaek swayed on the balls of his feet, chancing his arms behind his back as he kept up the coy and childish act. “Well, that question is filled with many answers, Jung Yunho.” The final swing had him landing sharply on the front of his toes, falling back into his borderline robotic statue again, face fallen. “For the sake of ending this meeting, as it has become a waste of my time, I’ll keep it short and simple.” He took four short strides over to where the brunette was still standing confused and ill-looking.

“I know everything about you, Kang Yeosang, and whoever this boy Choi San is to you. Anything you think we don’t know about, trust that we know it. All the way down to the apartment that Yeosang and San share. So it would be in your best interest to find a solution to this problem that we are having.” Youngtaek stepped closer till he was only a few feet in front of Yunho. A sinister smile tugged from the corner of his lips again, looking towards the ground at one of the sinful images of San. “Unless..” Graciously swooping up the one that caught his eye, he held it up to the CEO’s line of sight.

“Tell you what. If you give me a fair trade, I will leave without a word. Your friend Kang Yeosang in exchange for Choi San.” Turning the photo towards himself, Youngtaek’s tongue idly and slyly slid across his bottom lip, eyes falling half lidded. “I wonder how good of a pet he would be for me. If he would whimper the same way he does with you-”

A small choked sound left the assistant’s throat as he was lifted close to his tiptoes off the ground by the collar of his shirt. The guards by the door made the motion to move and stop the situation from escalating, despite their boss not being the one potentially getting hurt, until they caught a glimpse of his face. Yunho’s eyes were wide and wild as he yanked the man close until their breaths were barely meeting each other’s face.

“If you lay a hand on San, so help me I will make sure that you end up in Hell with me.” The anger had flooded his cheeks back to life, burning around the rims of his eyes. His breathing huffed out like a beast that was ready to rip their prey to shreds at the smallest move. Youngtaek, with as much breath as he could muster from the way he was being held, let out a short laugh.

“Oh please do, your precious friends will soon follow right after you.”

“M-Mr. Jung?” Yunho’s eyes flickered over to the door where the voice was coming from. They locked onto his assistant that had entered the room only a few seconds ago. One trembling hand reached out towards him. “P-Please put him down. You’re not this type of person and we don’t want anyone getting hurt.” Yunho’s burning eyes trailed over her and the other two guards, feeling his own slowly soften with anxiety at the fear that was laced in all of their eyes.

“You’re really going to listen to those that are lower than you?” Youngtaek baited, his chuckles soft and labored. Yunho’s head lowered, the fabric wrinkling around the collar as his hand tightened.

“Do not ever let anyone walk all over you. Put them in their place.” Those were always his father’s words. He knew Yunho’s demeanor since the brunette was only a small child. So many times Yunho had allowed people to say the rudest things to him, as if they were cursing him for simply just being alive. “They should remember where they stand with you, so they will never dare to hurt you again.” His father was never above doing this to others. That’s how he got to the top. That’s how those around him respected him. Never dared to cross him and never dared to leave him. He held all the power.

Yunho’s the CEO, so he should be the one that’s on top. Nobody should be able to hurt him like this, no matter who they are. They deserve to be reminded of their wrongdoings and pay the price for them.

“But is that really who you are, sweetie?” He could hear his mother’s tender tone lingering in his mind. Yunho could imagine her crouched down in front of him, as she did until the boy had grown tall enough for her to just stand in front of him. Her hand was always on his cheek with her delicate features curled up into a gentle smile. His mother was in no way like his father, the two were polar opposites. Her voice never raised above normal, even when people would try to discredit her, hurt her, or put her down below them. Her eyes were round and kind, like Yunho’s, and her smile was always there. Her words were melodic, charming those negative souls until they felt pain from their own words. She never gave back to them what they had given to her. She always went her own way. “You should always be the version of yourself that feels right to you. In that alone, people will follow you.”

She was right, as was his assistant. This whole meeting was not him. As much as he respected his father and all the businesses he had conquered through his power, that was simply not the way that Yunho wanted to be.

Letting Youngtaek’s feet touch the ground, he released his hand from around the collar of his shirt. The boy coughed a bit, still with that disgusting smile on his face. With his head held higher now, Yunho held the eyes of his mother, yet stern. “She’s right. This is not the person that I am, nor will it ever be. I don’t see myself as high above others, even if their position is below mine. Their voices and opinions matter to me because I know that they follow me because of who I am. Those that don’t, they aren’t here.” Yunho reached over and adjusted the collar of Youngtaek’s shirt, much to the boy’s surprise. After seeing that the fabric was back to its original state, for the most part anyway, Yunho stepped back out of the boy’s space.

“I think it would be best for you to leave now. We will tend to the photos that you have scattered on the floor and my two guards will see you out of the building. If you have any more things that you wish to discuss in a civil manner, we can discuss them over the phone. However, I think it would be the best- for the sake of your business and mine- that we do not converse like this anymore.” Yunho kept his hands in front of him. “My offer still stands that if your boss would wish to speak with me, I’m open to meeting and we can discuss when and where.”

Youngtaek analyzed his face, drumming his fingers lightly against his bag. “Very well, then.” He crushed the photos of San under his feet again, moving towards the double doors with one already being open for him. He stopped when he reached the assistant, choosing to ignore the way she trembled harder in his presence. “You let Mr. Jung know that he has one week to make a decision about what we discussed.” Taking out a business card, he tucked it into one of the guard’s blazer pockets. “If he chooses not to, I will make the decision for him and go from there. I suggest, however, that he not let it come to that.” And with that, the man left the room with the sound of his heels echoing down the hall.

Chaeyoung turned back to Yunho, noticing him reaching down to pick up the photos. His posture was a bit off, as if all of the energy had been drained from his body. Her heels rushed over with quick haste and put a hand down over Yunho’s after bending down. “Sir, I can take care of this.” Her face saddened seeing the glassiness of his eyes. “Please.”

The inner part of Yunho’s palm was white from his nails digging into them. He fought back the urge to cry from the guards and now his own assistant seeing San exposed like this. “N-No I should clean it up.” He flipped them over so that the images could not be seen. Chaeyoung decided not to press anymore, instead getting down to help him flip over the photos, collecting them neatly before Yunho’s hand stopped her. She looked up and inhaled sharply through her nose. Small streams of tears were running down her boss’s cheeks.

“Can you contact Park Seonghwa for me please?”

~x~

Seonghwa was more silent than Yunho was expecting as he recalled everything that had happened. He didn’t realize how much time had passed from being in the meeting, only noticing when his room was beginning to be bathed in a warm glow. His composure at this point had faltered almost completely. Fat tears ran down his face from helplessness and fear over the photos that were retrieved of San. He was sure this vile company had more of them that they were waiting patiently to dangle over his and San’s head.

“I don’t know what to do, hyung. This is more than just a Yeosang and Mingi situation. This is far more dangerous than I could have ever anticipated.” Yunho sniffed hard, grabbing a tissue to wipe his eyes. Seonghwa kept his eyes trained out the window. “With how malicious they are, I can’t imagine what they would be capable of doing to Yeosang, San or even me. I don’t want to find out but I can’t risk-”

“Yunho.”

The brunette lifted his eyes up to meet Seonghwa’s, noticing the small burn inside of them. The designer reached over and put his hand over top and rubbed his knuckle against the slightly rough skin. “I need you to relax a bit for me. I understand this was a very stressful situation that occurred right in your office building. However, you will never be able to come up with a rational solution under these conditions.” Yunho nodded slowly before following Seonghwa’s deep breathing exercise. Once he was sure that the boy had calmed down enough, he moved his hand away.

“Before we even try to remotely tackle this, I need you to listen to me. It’s going to be really hard but this is the only way that we can begin to decide our next course of action.” Yunho’s nails dug into his palms again out of a view under his desk. Seonghwa hesitated on what he was going to say next and braced himself for the response that he was bound to get.

“You cannot let San know of anything that happened today. He cannot know about Yeosang being wrapped up in this mafia related activity. You cannot tell him that Mingi is involved in this and is targeting Yeosang. You cannot tell him about Youngtaek or the photos or anything, Yunho. You can’t.” The brunette immediately stood up from the words, moving away from Seonghwa towards the window walls bordering the side of his office.

“How can you even say that? You don’t have anything to lose from not revealing this information!” Yunho’s voice was elevated, stunning the elder as he stood up from his seat.

“What do you mean by that? Have I not been taking care of Yeosang for the past month and a half? Is that not seen as a big deal to you?”

“You barely know Yeosang. San has been a part of my life for the past four years!” Yunho’s bloodshot eyes began burning with tears again. Seonghwa felt a tinge of hurt in his heart. He stepped a bit closer to Yunho.

“I may not know Yeosang as well as you know San. That does not mean it wouldn’t hurt me any less to tell him that something of this extreme caliber is happening to him. It’s not a competition, Yunho. This is about trying to protect them. Nothing good will come out of telling them right now if we don’t have a solution to the problem at hand.” The words that fell from Seonghwa’s lips were ones that Yunho truly didn’t want to acknowledge but he knew them to be true.

San and Yeosang were both equally fragile and sensitive in their own ways, that’s how the two were always so close. Despite the fact that San had always been taking care of Yeosang since they met, Yunho thought about the way that San would feel hearing about the mess that his best friend is tied up in, alongside the things that the company had about himself. He would feel the same way that Yunho felt in the moment and during the meeting- completely hopeless. No matter what solution was to be discovered, telling them anything before they were able to have something more solidified was a sure way to bring both of them to a point that would be difficult to bring them down from.

Yunho felt like his feet had been filled with weights as he sat back down in his desk chair. The tears in his eyes fell again with no effort made to stop them. Seonghwa knelt down in front of him, resting a hand on his knee but received no sort of response to the action, not that he was looking for one. He simply waited patiently for Yunho to respond to him or give him some sort of motion.

Sniffing heavily, Yunho wiped his eyes, letting them fall to somewhere unimportant on the ground. “San’s mom is in the hospital right now. Kidney failure. He’s been going to see her almost every day while they continue to search for a donor.” He didn’t acknowledge the way that Seonghwa’s eyes widened. “He’s been going through so much. I’ve been trying so hard to be some sort of support to him, since he’s not great at taking care of himself. If I’m being honest, I don’t know how.” His eyes fell onto his lap, gazing over the way his hands were trembling. “I don’t know how to handle this situation either..I don’t know anything.” He felt a hand come up to his chin, tilting it up. Seonghwa put one knee to the ground and grabbed a tissue from the mahogany desk in front of him, gently wiping the tears from his face, flashing him a gentle smile once all the droplets were gone.

“You don’t have to know how to do everything. You don’t even have to be best at the things you know how to do. What matters most- and I’m sure I can speak for San when I say this- is that you are trying. San isn’t with you because you’re the answer man. He’s with you because he knows you care about him and the same for him towards you.” Yunho nodded his head slowly, exhaling shallowly and shakily.

“I...I love him, hyung.”

A small breath fell from Seonghwa’s nose as he smiled wider, patting the top of Yunho’s head. “I know you do. I can see it in the way you talk about him.” Moving a hand back down to his knee, his face became determined and serious. “So, let’s find a way to resolve this situation as best as we can so that you can have the life that you both want without any more difficulties. Can you do that with me?” Yunho was a bit taken aback by Seonghwa’s words, staring at him for a moment before his face reflected the same as the designer’s, nodding.

Despite any sort of situation that came in his way, Yunho always noticed how determined and unwavered Seonghwa was. Even in the moments that were extremely stressful where the odds were unlikely, he didn’t give a hint of doubt or reflect nearly any of the emotions that Yunho would have expelled had it been him in the situation. It made him feel an immense amount of respect for the elder, always finding a way to cheer others up and fill them with hope that they will be able to resolve any issues, no matter how big or how small they are.

“Good.” Seonghwa’s knee was going to give out at this point so he made the decision to finally stand up, adjusting his pants leg. Yunho grabbed the last bit of tissue that he needed to rid his face of any lasting bits of tears that were still present, looking up when he heard a small hum come from the designer’s lips.

“What is it?”

“What was the name of the company that Youngtaek came from again?”

“Ah..” The rosy cheeked boy tapped lightly on the keyboard of his computer, waiting for it to light up, scrolling for the file that he asked Chaeyoung to send to him. “The company name is Heurit Inceptx Destiny. In simpler terms, HID.” No response came from Seonghwa, causing Yunho to look at him curiously. “Why?”

“Hm?” The designer snapped out of his trance, waving his hand dismissively. “Ah nothing. Thought it sounded familiar to me. With a name like that though, there’s no way myself or my company would have any sort of association with them.” Seonghwa picked up his coat and tossed it over his shoulder, looking at his watch. “I should head out, have to pick up Yeosang from campus.”

“Sorry to keep you away for so long.”

“Nonsense.” Seonghwa chuckled. “This was a serious matter. No need to apologize. Let’s talk some more tomorrow. For now, finish up and try to get some sleep.” Yunho nodded, although he knew for sure he wasn’t going to be able to manage any sort of ounce of sleep from the day he had.

After Seonghwa left the room, closing the door softly, Yunho looked back over at the photos of San that he had collected on his desk. He flipped over one of them, seeing that it was one of San sitting on a bench under a tree reading a book. He ran his thumb over the edge of where San’s jaw would be.

~x~

“You seem far away.”

“Hm?” Yunho didn’t realize his gaze was fixated on the ceiling for so long, to the point where he didn’t hear a word that San was saying to him. Only a day or so had passed since the meeting he had with Youngtaek and it had been the only thing that was on his mind. It wouldn’t have been stressing him out so much, had it not been for San being involved now. Yunho’s mind kept replaying the image of that smirk on Youngtaek’s face while dangling San’s nude photos in front of his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Something on your mind?” San played with his hair, a lace of worry in his voice.

Yes, a lot is on my mind. All of which I wish could tell you..Yunho thought to himself. He opted to close his eyes, feeling guilty from the way that San was looking at him. He couldn’t see him like that, it would make him spill everything.

“There’s just been a lot of things going on at work. We have a big budgeting project going on and it’s been causing me a lot of stess. Crunching the numbers, all that stuff..” He felt a lump form in his throat and cringed at the bit of sweat that had collected in the palm of his hand. He didn’t like lying to anyone, especially not to San.

“Hm, maybe you can ask your dad for some advice. He does a lot of financial and marketing work right?” His fingers ghosted down Yunho’s arm, tracing little shapes before intertwining their fingers. Yunho squeezed his hand once.

“Mm, he’s busy with his own work. Besides, he would probably tell me to figure it out on my own or to pass it along to our financial team and just let them make the decisions on it. That’s not me though.” The brunette exhaled roughly through his nose. Neither is lying and yet here I am.

He opened his eyes when he felt San shift and move from underneath him. “What are you-” His question was answered when San straddled him, moving his hands onto his waist. Yunho didn’t know how to respond to the action, his eyes only widening when San smiled down at him, moving his arms on either side of the tall boy’s head.

“Well, I surely don't want to see you stressed out. I know it can’t be helped with your work and all so...maybe I can relieve some of it for you?” A sharp groan left Yunho’s mouth when San subtly rolled his hips straight down. Normally, the action would have made him give in immediately. But the guilt was still eating at the back of his mind. Was it okay for him to indulge in San like this? What about all the information that the company had gotten on him. Could they hack his or San’s phones to capture more evidence, in the form of audio, to be able to use against them later on?

“If you don’t want to,” Fuck, he got lost in his own thoughts again. “We can always watch a movie and I can order some snacks or something yummy for us to eat. Or I can cook for you if you’d like?” San’s voice was tender to his ears, making Yunho’s heart race hard in his chest.

He felt his heart melting all over again when looking at his face. They were older now but San still held all the care and personality towards him as he did when they first met. Yunho found it strange in the beginning, always questioning why he would look at him with such fond eyes and talk to him in such a sweet way. His hair always fell just enough over his eyes to make him look innocent and sweet. His smile would instantly raise his mood, even if he had been completely emotionally worn out a minute ago. If Yunho had introduced San to his mother, she would have probably kept him and taken him in as her own son and not allowed him to leave. She would probably ask when they’re going to get married and try to rush them so that she can finally have a son-in-law. It didn’t matter what their status was, Yunho just wanted to be with him.

His hand moved up San’s side, brushing against the skin underneath his shirt, moving farther upward until he reached the expanse of his shoulders. Finally landing upon his cheek whilst the other kneaded the skin on his waistline lightly, Yunho gave him an endearing smile. “How did I get so lucky to meet someone like you?” He smiled wider at the way that San flushed at the question before moving himself up a bit to kiss his loving boy deeply. He poured everything into it, wanting San to feel all of his love.

Regardless of any of the shit that was coming their way, Yunho decided then that he wasn’t going to let that stop him from loving San. He still wasn’t sure how he was going to handle it. However, he sure as hell was going to fight for it.

He wanted to keep San by his side forever. His heart told him that much.

Pulling back when he was convinced San would be the most breathless, Yunho moved his lips down the side of his neck, showering it with nips, licks and kisses to his heated skin. A small whimper trembled from San’s lips from the slow trail of Yunho’s tongue from the base of his neck up the middle, running small circles over his Adam’s apple, ending under his chin.

“I-I’m supposed to be taking care of y-you. How did this end with you t-taking care of m-me?”

“Do you not like it?” Yunho’s tone was low near his ear, making San shiver along with the big hands that were now resting on his ass.

“I-I didn’t say that,” Yunho hummed lightly, continuing his menstrations as San struggled to get the rest of his words out. “Y-You just said that you were stressed so I-I thought that I w-would help you-ah!” A loud moan erupted from San’s throat from Yunho’s tongue running over his ear, the wet sound and loud kiss over it made him begin to tremble. The sensation sent a tingle up his spine, making his arms buckle a bit. Feeling the twitching coming from San’s pants, Yunho smirked to himself, sitting up and holding onto San tightly.

“But you are helping me.” The brunette kissed San’s chin, kneading his ass roughly between his hands and reveling in the way the boy’s ragged breaths fell from his mouth. “Is it wrong of me to want to pleasure you just as much?”

“N-No! That’s n-not what I-” Yunho cut him off with another deep kiss, barely giving the boy room to process as he quickly rid him of his shirt and ran his hands down the expanse of his body. The brunette couldn’t help the way his hands made their way back to San’s ass, moving them under his sweatpants to feel the skin against his hands. A sound close to a growl bubbled in Yunho’s throat as he squeezed his cheeks hard, causing San to whimper against his lips.

“W-Would you please let me finish my s-sentence!” The younger had a clear hint of pink to his cheeks, pouting but not actually angry or frustrated at all. Yunho looked at him with adoring eyes and dark half lidded eyes, nodding. He didn’t let up on massaging San’s cheeks between his hands though. San huffed, gripping the tall boy’s shoulders to have some sort of stability. “You always take care of me and I want to take care of you o-once, okay? So just let m-me.” San tried to move off of Yunho’s lap but the hands on his ass kept him in place, causing him to bite the inside of his lips. Yunho leaned in, breath ghosting over his lips as he smiled.

“And what if I say no? Will you fight for dominance?” Yunho challenged, tilting his head while running a long finger in between his cheeks. He tapped his finger lightly over it, eyes darkening at the way San subtly pushed back. “Or..” He moved the hand back, holding it in sight of San, running it over his tongue until it was slicked before moving back and sliding it into him, humming in sync with the boy’s shaky moan. “Will you let me love every inch of you until I kiss your tears away?” Yunho reveled in the way that San’s lip got caught between his teeth and the flush that came to his cheeks. Although still having all of his clothes on, he could see the way his body was heating up and the way sweat began to collect on his forehead and along his collar bone.

“What do you want to do, baby? I can wait until you give me an answer.” His breath ghosting over San’s ear made the boy take in a sharp breath. Idly stroking the inside of his walls whilst humming, he watched San’s fingers flex by his sides. Moving his head back, he examined San’s face to find any signs of seriousness or conflict, making a decision in his own head as he slowly moved to slide his finger out. He was swiftly interrupted and stopped abruptly when San clenched around his finger. They met eyes again, Yunho’s falling half lidded as the college student moved his arms around his neck, letting out a shaky whimper.

“Please..” He spoke after releasing his lip from between his teeth, “have me..”

Yunho’s lips curled into a small, sweet smile, kissing San’s chin, his tone coming out like honey to San’s ears. “How do you want me to have you?”

~x~

Wanting to allow him an inch of what he wanted at the start, Yunho laid back on the bed and let San strip him down completely after, of course, ripping his clothes off and tossing them throughout the room. A small hum rumbled from his throat at the heated kisses that the boy left behind after taking one item off. He didn’t rush him and noted the way that some areas had San’s lips lingering more, his tongue running along the edge of his pelvic bone. Splotches of dark red and purple began to decorate his lower body, settling with a deep groan after heat engulfed his dick.

“F-Fuck..” Yunho breathed, eyes watching the way his cock disappeared between San’s lips, the slick and shine that was left behind making him twitch again his tongue. Gaze moving upwards, he noticed the boy’s eyes were trained on him and the way he was reacting to his actions. San tested relaxing his throat, taking in more until he felt Yunho’s cock bulge at the back of his throat. His eyes went from doe to half lidded at the hand that gently caressed the side of his face before leaning and cupping his throat.

“You like seeing how good you’re making me feel, even taking more of me? What a good boy you are, Sannie.” Another hand came and cupped the back of his head, San adjusting himself a bit to allow Yunho to thrust into his mouth, meeting him halfway as the thrusts became faster. San tried to keep his eyes open as they pricked with tears, shivering in delight at the way Yunho was using him. He whined in protest when a hand firmly stopped his movements, not realizing his eyes had eventually fallen closed, letting out a muffled moan at the way Yunho’s dark eyes looked back at him.

“Let’s take care of each other.” Were the only words he said, chuckling low at the dazed and slightly confused look that San sent back to him. A little bit of maneuvering had San’s cheeks flushed bright pink as his lower body hung over Yunho’s upper frame. The man licked his lips and spread his cheeks lewdly, groaning simultaneously with San’s whine at the action. “Don’t worry, baby. You know I wouldn’t hurt you.” San always knew this to be true but couldn’t hold back the excited noise that left his throat as he leaned down, stroking the taller man against his tongue.

The two became awfully noisy, with San being thankful that nobody was home with the way his moans escalated in volume from the squelched sound that came from behind him. Yunho alternated between roughly pushing his tongue into, swirling and caressing his walls before slowly pulling back and completely pulling his tongue out, only lapping over his pucker before moving down to lap at his balls. San trembled in his arms, drool running down and leaving a growing wet spot on the sheet.

He felt like he was going to melt from the inside out, just as Yunho would hope that he would feel.

“You’re making such a mess, Sannie. Does it feel that good? Hm?” Yunho didn’t really have to question it, but he surely did enjoy the way that San’s moans vibrated down him, making him twitch hard against the boy’s skilled tongue. He took his time prepping him with three fingers, kissing and lapping at his balls eagerly until San began to tremble, barely being able to keep up with his bobbing.

“Y-Yunho p-please” San exasperated, pushing himself back on the boy’s fingers with the hopes of sending the message that he wanted more. Yunho decided to test him a bit more with a small smirk, kissing his inner thigh before pulling his fingers back, chuckling to himself when San chased after his fingers.

“Tell me what you want, Sannie. I have to make sure I’m giving the absolute best to my favorite boy.” The tip of San’s dick drooled onto his chest from the sharp bite that he planted on the inside of his thigh. Had it not been for the fact that the two of them already had their bodies pressed against each other, San might have fallen over from the action.

“I-I want you! Y-Yunho I c-cant hold on l-longer if you keep torturing m-me..” There was a small whine on the end of his words, still desperately trying to rut back against Yunho’s long fingers that were trying to run away from him. The taller male pulled back from his thigh, satisfied with the dark mark that was left behind before he tapped the boy’s thigh to move off of him.

Before San could move too far, Yunho had him on his back, smiling down at him with a mixture of deviance and love. Although some have deemed this position to be particularly vanilla in nature, Yunho couldn’t help himself but to see San’s whole body wrecked with pleasure in front of him. He wanted to see it all in full view and know that every tremble, twitch and tightening of his body was because of everything he was doing. He was making San feel like he was on cloud nine, and even if San didn’t know it, just seeing it all unfold was enough for Yunho.

He took his time, running his dick between San’s cheeks, watching San’s bottom lip quiver before taking one of his white knuckled fists and bringing it up to his lips. Yunho kissed San’s hand open from finger tips to his palm while slowly pushing into him, allowing his lips to linger on the inside of his palm as a loud shaky moan rippled from San’s lips. Kissing from his wrists down his arm, Yunho slowly rocked into him, picking up pace when San’s body began to relax.

“I wish I had taken more time during our relationship to admire how beautiful you are. I guess I was just a little too eager to watch you unravel underneath me.” Yunho spoke with a relatively stable tone while San’s moans escalated, biting the corner of his lip to stifle the ones that had begun to become a little too loud. Yunho noticed how his breath was getting caught in his throat from the sweltering gaze that he had on him. Halfway down his arm, Yunho pressed soft kisses to the inner part of his elbow as San’s fingers laced into his hair. His eyes never left San’s, his hips slapping against his harder with each thrust.

“I-I-”

“I’ll cherish you better from now on.” The tone of his voice made San shiver and whine loudly from the raising of his hips by Yunho’s hands, pistoning into him from a different angle that made the boy choke on his own moans. “I’ll make sure you feel every inch of how much I love you.” The words fell from Yunho’s lips before he could stop them, too drunk off of lust to acknowledge his mistake.

But San heard it clearly, eyes widening from the confession.

His heart had already felt like it was going to explode out of his chest, but even more so now than ever did he hear the sound in his eyes mixed in with Yunho’s voice. “That’s right, San. Did you know? Did you know how much I adore you?” He continued, eyes sparkling from the broken cry that left San’s lips when he abused that bundle inside of him that he had been searching for. “E-Ever since I met you, I’ve adored you every second of every day.” Yunho moved himself down closer as San grabbed at him desperately.

“Y-Yunho!!”

“I’ve got you. Just let go, baby.”

San’s voice cracked, shaky lips following open as tears spilled over on his cheeks. He could barely hear his own damn near screaming moans as he spilled all over his abs and Yunho’s upper torso over the heartbeat pounding in his ears. His whole body jolted as another spurt of cum came rolling out and painting more of both of their upper bodies. Yunho’s eyes fell half lidded, chasing his own orgasm from the grip that San had over his cock.

“Look..Look at how beautiful you are.” San’s breath hitched, cupping Yunho’s cheeks and rolling his hips down to meet his, despite being sensitive from cumming so much. The tears continued to lightly spill down his cheeks, ones that Yunho caught between one of his fingers. “S-So beautiful.” His voice came out more ragged and strained, a low groan bubbling in his throat as San clenched harder. San cupped his face, bringing them closer until his breath ghosted over Yunho’s lips. The swirl in Yunho’s eyes sharpened pitch black from the blissed out smile that fell over San’s face.

“You made me so beautiful, Yunho-yah. Will you paint me? Make me yours and yours only.” The words fell from San’s lips with a slight purr, pushing Yunho over the edge almost instantly, his pace staggering before he came with a low growl. He fucked his cum deeper into San, kissing him hard as the boy held onto him tightly, letting him use him to ride out his orgasm.

Once sedated, Yunho slowed himself down to a complete stop, the two of them panting against each other's lips while idly sharing lazy kisses in between. Yunho soothingly rubbed San’s legs, feeling how much they were shaking. He honestly felt a bit bad for how rough he was with him and how long they had been at it without caring to ask the boy if he was hurt or in any pain. But before he could pull back to muster a word of apology, San put a finger to his lips.

“If it was really that big of a problem..I would have stopped you.” San’s voice came out soft and tired, pulling the man closer so their bodies were fully pressing, hugging him close with his eyes closed. Letting out the small breath he had been keeping in, Yunho’s lips curled up into a small smile, patting down the slightly damp back side of San’s head.

It took a while for the two to agree to separate and take showers. It certainly took even longer for them to find the energy to change the sheets, put the dirty ones in a basket at least, before putting new ones onto the mattress and finally getting comfortable in it. San’s mind has begun racing since they had gotten comfortable and, lucky for him, Yunho couldn’t see the expression on his face from being behind him. The man had taken himself into rubbing small soothing circles over top of the oversized shirt that he had brought with him to lend to the boy, eyes closed and nearly dozing off.

“Yu?”

“Mm?”

“Thank you..” Thankfully the darkness was able to hide the way San’s cheeks were flushing. Yunho let out a soft, airy chuckle from behind him, leaning over and kissing his cheek, keeping him closer in his embrace. The fingers brushed lightly against each other, drawing shapes over each others’ knuckles.

“I should be the one thanking you.” Yunho spoke near his ear, kissing the back of San’s neck with his eyes closed. He fell silent not long after that, tiredness pulling him into a deep sleep evident by the evening out of his breathing. San looked over towards the small sliver of his window that he could see from between his dark blue curtains. When he focused in enough, he could see Yunho’s charming face, small puffs of air coming from between his lips that couldn’t help but bring a small smile to San’s face. Although his heart was still pounding a bit in his chest, he brought Yunho’s hand up to his lips, kissing them softly enough to not wake him.

“I..I love you too.”

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New B*tch aka Sugar Baby Laurent AU

A little long intro ahead, if you just wanna read the fic just click keep reading!! ♥️

Look…. I was going on vacation today and listened to New B*tch by Iggy Azalea and then inspiration struck and here we are now. This will be a longer fic… someday lmao. Basically, Laurent will be Damen’s sugar baby after Jokaste cheated on him with.. well u know who. And Laurent’s the sugar baby who’s just flaunting all of Damen’s riches like the hot man he is and especially to anger Jokaste. Aahh i’m excited to write it but right now here is all I have lol.

While swimming today I had this idea and I just had to write it already and share it or I would go crazy. ((Also I drank piña colada so this is birthed by rum induced me so.. sorry?? lol)) So here you go friends, here is a pool scene of Laurent and Damen on this future fic.

Content Warnings: a little exhibitionism though implicit, nothing happens, but there is paparazzi somewhere and Laurent was like, let’s give them a show??

Sorry for the long intro pls enjoy it under the break!!!

New B*tch

The sparkling water glistened against Laurent’s skin. His pale complexion was even brighter against the clear blue water. He had a big smile on his face, enjoying the peaceful night sky while swimming around the massive pool of Damianos’ villa in Isthima.

Damianos was on the phone outside the pool, answering an urgent business call. Laurent stared at the man who changed his life a few months ago. Damianos was perfect; rich, hot, toned abs, and fucking huge all over. Laurent couldn’t ever forget the first time he saw Damianos naked, he decided then and there that he could never be in bed with any other man again. If Damianos was in the pool right now, there would be less swimming going on.

Damianos suddenly looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and smiled. He made a gesture to Laurent that showed his annoyance about taking the call when he was supposed to be on vacation. It had been a difficult month prior, so his team should have known that he really deserved the rest.

Once Damianos was done, he slammed his phone on the table and cursed. Before facing Laurent, he took a few deep breaths to calm down. Laurent admired that about him, no matter how busy or angry he was, he never took that anger with him when facing Laurent or anyone that didn’t cause it.

After a few minutes, Damianos turned around, less stressed, and walked to where Laurent was floating on the pool. Damianos sat by the poolside, dipping both his legs in the water and stared at Laurent with a gentle smile on his face. It was a smile that Laurent loved as much as everything that Damianos had given him.

Ever eager for Damianos’ touch, Laurent swam to his side and settled himself in between his legs. He put his arms on top of Damianos’ thighs, squeezed those tight muscles, and snaked his hands around his hips. He looked up at Damianos like he was just as beautiful as the stars, but really, he was better.

“Hey daddy.”

Damianos chuckled. He swept back the hair stuck on Laurent’s forehead then cupped his cheek. He leaned down to kiss Laurent, tasting chlorine against those lips.

“Hi baby.”

“Bad call?”

“Just my PR team telling me the paparazzi caught us going to my villa.” Damianos looked around, “This is a secluded area with an ocean view, but somehow, they could see us. Our vacation would be all over Twitter in a few hours.”

“Well, then we better give them a show.”

“What—“

Laurent winked at Damianos before holding his hand that was on his cheek. He kissed the hand then guided it to the back of his head. Damianos had a confused look on his face while Laurent just smirked at him. He widened his legs so that Damianos’ crotch was eye level and slowly leaned forward.

“Laurent.” Damianos said, moving his hand to the side of Laurent’s head to gently stop Laurent from going further.

He looked up with an innocent smile on his face, eyes wide, as if he wasn’t about to do anything crazy in public, definitely getting documented by the paparazzi.

“The angle is a bit suggestive wherever they may be, no?”

“Baby, you don’t have to—“

With the same, innocent stare, Laurent touched Damianos’ erection. “I’m not actually going to. Unless you want it.” He pressed a little. “Daddy.”

Damianos almost choked. Laurent liked the reaction from him so he smoothed his hand over what he was touching. He knew the power he had over Damianos and he never ceased to use it. The way Damianos lost his mind every time Laurent did anything, sexual or not, Laurent relished it. Now, the hand movements Laurent made had Damianos biting his lip, nearly losing it. The paparazzi were definitely having a field day at what they were capturing.

“Let’s make them all angry, Damianos. How dare you enjoy your vacation with your new blonde bitch.”

Laurent took Damianos’ heavy breaths as a sign to lean his head down again, nearly touching Damianos’ clothed member with his lips, but stopping an inch away. Both of Damianos’ hands were at the side of his head now, neither pushing nor pulling. Laurent could practically see the headlines all over Twitter, the memes, and especially the angry texts Jokaste would be sending Damianos the next day. He kissed the growing member and poked his tongue out to tease Damianos. There was suddenly pressure on his hands on Laurent’s head, indicating to stop, so Laurent did and looked up with raised eyebrows.

“God, you will be the death of me.” he heard Damianos mutter before he leaned down to put Laurent’s lips on his.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

#also i didnt know how much i wanted laurent to call damen daddy ha ha #i need to sleep #also im out of my can’t write rut #can’t believe i need to write even on vacation pls brain #if u have thoughts my messages are open!!!#sugar baby laurent au #captive prince #damen #laurent #lamen #modern lamen au #lamen fic by me #damen x laurent #laurent x damen #modern lamen

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lilbabycee · 4 years

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bunny // steve rogers (part two) 🐰

READ PART ONE

↳ summary: the reader gets an unwelcome visitor

↳ relationship: soft dark!steve rogers x brat!reader

↳ word count: 5.3k

↳ warnings: sugar baby au, eventual dark steve, daddy kink, eventual smut, mentions of substance abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms + relationships, the reader is rich and a little bit of a bitch

↳ author’s note: it’s back! :) enjoy my loves! x

chapter two: it was for me too

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"if you really listen, then this is to you mama, there is only so much I can do tough for you to witness it but it was for me too"

- r.i.p 2 my youth, the neighbourhood

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You can do nothing but nod dumbly, eyes roaming the large figure standing in front of you. The only thing that snaps you out of your trance is Natasha’s quiet exhalation of breath through her nose, her little laugh making you woman up and place your hand in Steve’s larger one.

“Likewise,” you speak lightly, your words little more than puffs of air escaping your mouth. His eyes don’t leave yours for a second and the longer you look at his face, the more that you start to believe that you know him from somewhere. But he drops your hand the moment that recognition starts to claw at your brain and the up-and-down look that he gives you snaps you out of any deep thought.

“So, bunny,” a teasing voice comes from beside you, causing you to tear your eyes away from Steve’s. From the way he’s smirking at you, you assume that Sam was the one who spoke up. Turning your whole body away from Steve, you saunter up to the handsome man glowing like bronze underneath the warm light and take the drink he pours for you with a sultry smile - and you know that you should never take drinks from strangers but without really knowing why, you already trust this man.

“That’s me,” you throw him a wink, sipping from the glass slowly.

“Where’d you get a name like that?” He pats the arm of the sofa and as your smile grows, you perch yourself on it, crossing one leg over the other. Natasha follows your lead, situating herself on an armchair to your right, in between the couch that Steve sits on and the one that holds you, Bucky, and Sam. You open your mouth about to answer Sam’s question, but Natasha swiftly steps in.

“I gave it to her,” she grins, running a hand through her loose waves. You can see both Sam and Bucky’s eyes follow her movements which makes you laugh a little, the hunger displayed in both the pools of brown and blue almost overtly obvious.

“Why?” Bucky’s voice rasps, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. Your eyes can’t help but follow the movement - you’re not blind and he’s a very attractive man - but you stop short when you realize that someone is searing holes into the back of your neck. Looking to the side, you can see that Steve has sat down in his previous seat, hands resting on thick thighs and legs spread wide.

His eyes are on you - unflinchingly, you note, even as yours meet his; it’s obvious that he saw your eyes glued to Bucky’s lips. You engage in a quick staring match and even though you’re not usually the type to back down easily, the way that your face heats up and his gaze makes you feel has you looking away after merely a few seconds.

Your eyes refocus on Natasha and stay there.

“It’s because she’s like the energizer bunny,” your best friend snorts, taking the proffered glass of rosé from Sam’s hand and taking a sip. Her statement makes all the men laugh - apart from Vision because he’s too busy whispering in Wanda’s ear for him to be involved in the rest of the conversation and by Wanda’s reaction, you can tell that their conversation isn’t exactly fit for public consumption.

Natasha continues, tracing a finger along the rim of her glass, “Once she gets on something, it’s… she’s, like, stuck on it, you know? Can’t get enough of it - she goes crazy over it, gets super excited and stuff. It’s cute-”

You interrupt her with a groan, causing a chorus of laughs and ooh’s to rise from the group. “Nat- I-I don’t even like that nickname anyway. I’d rather you call me literally anything else-”

“Okay, bunny,” Bucky grins at you and you reach over Sam to swat at his very hard arm, all traces of your previous nervousness having dissipated with the alcohol. Your hand comes back sore but to humor you, you suppose, Bucky recoils from you and dramatically sinks down in his chair, wailing exaggeratedly.

“Sounds good, bunny,” Sam joins in, flashing you a cheeky smile that only earns him a blow on his equally thick bicep that leaves your hand stinging but he too rubs at his arm after drawing a sharp intake of air through his teeth. They’re funny, so you throw your head back and laugh - really laugh - and find yourself slipping off the side of the couch and into Sam’s lap. You let out a little squeal as Natasha and Bucky laugh at you.

“Whoa there, bunny,” Sam chuckles, hands immediately coming up to grip your waist tightly. “Slow your roll.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, but you’re only mock-annoyed: “Christ, Sam, take a girl out on a date first.”

The response you get from the man underneath you is mirthful - “You’re the one who landed on me, darlin’” - and causes you to smile, but then you feel it again , his eyes so intently focused on the side of your face. You choose to ignore it because if this guy has a staring problem, he can take it up with-

“-you,” Bucky flicks Sam’s ear playfully. “I get plenty of women.”

“Oh yeah, Barnes? ‘Cause your lap is lookin’ awfully empty -��

And the two go back and forth like this for what seems like an eternity. You know that you’ve lost Wanda to Viz , the seat that they once occupied currently vacant. You kind of want to be annoyed at her because she promised that she’d help you with what you really came here for in the first place, but you can’t because, for the past few weeks, you and Natasha have kind of maybe been avoiding her to some degree because, really and truly, she’s been such an uptight bitch - and you say that in the nicest way possible - so you want her to get some dick in peace so that she can release all of that backed-up tension.

You love her, really, but a sexually frustrated Wanda has the potential to rival your mother in terms of how completely unbearable they are to be around.

You turn to speak to Natasha but then Steve clears his throat loud enough for everyone to hear which causes all chatter to cease. He sighs loudly, running a hand over his bearded jaw before he speaks. You can’t help but take some more time to admire the beauty of his jawline, so defined and sharp that you wonder if it could cut up the skin on the insides of your thighs-

“I mean, while I’d love to continue this,” Steve checks his Rolex, “we should probably get down to what you girls really came for.” His eyes land pointedly on you, and you realize that you’re still sat comfortably on Sam’s lap. You sit back even further, wrapping your arm around Sam’s shoulders. Steve’s fists are clenched so hard that you’re sure that his blunt nails are digging into the palms of his hands.

You decide that you’re not going to move.

“Right,” your best friend leans forward to put her empty glass on the coffee table where your own lies and clears her throat. She then says your name and gestures vaguely to where you’re sitting, “she’s looking for an arrangement similar to what Wanda and Vision have-”

“-and since Wanda isn’t here to help us explain exactly what all of that consists of,” you butt in, pressing your long thumbnail to your lower lip and pushing it into your mouth, “we were wondering if you gentlemen would be kind enough to help us out?”

Natasha’s head snaps to yours, her eyebrow raised in a way that says this is not what we agreed on and you reply with it’s fine, but then she responds with why don’t we just wait for Wanda and you don’t even think that warrants a reply. You give her a deadpan look and she physically holds her hands up in surrender; you both know that Wanda’s not coming home with the two of you tonight. The three men around you look lost so you direct your attention back to them.

“So?” you follow up, sucking lightly on the end of your nail. Even from where you’re sitting, you can see Steve’s darkened eyes - his pupils are blown and they only leave a thin ring of blue around them. The rise and fall of his broad chest has gotten just that little bit faster.

He’s so pretty.

“The arrangements are different for all of us,” Bucky downs the amber liquid in his glass. “So it’d just depend on who you’re interested in gettin’ to know, doll. Got anyone in mind right off the bat?”

Oh wow - you didn’t expect to be put on the spot like this so early into this conversation. But you don’t mind; the pressure or awkwardness that should come with a question like this in a situation as unique as this one doesn’t come. You only smile coyly, batting your eyelashes and looking down.

“Oh, well,” you start shyly, swinging your legs innocently. “I don’t really know about all that yet-”

“It’s alright, bunny,” the voice ignites a fire in your veins so you know who’s just spoken. “We’ll make this decision easy for you. She’s mine, boys.”

This makes you choke yet again, causing you to clear your throat loudly. Your fingertips press down on your cheeks just to see how warm your face really is from this blatant stake of his claim on you. Normally, you’d be the first one to protest, completely indignant that this man thinks that he owns you in any capacity. But there’s none of that kind of passion here; rather, you’re more- no, probably not- no, definitely turned on by his words.

The two other men, much like Natasha did only a minute ago, throw their hands up in acquiescence. In fact, they both seem so moved by Steve’s words that they trip over each other to speak.

“Yeah, that’s all good, man.”

“Sounds good to me, pal.”

There’s a lull in the conversation while you all digest the implications of Steve’s exclamation. You twist your fingers together, scraping your nails against each other.

“So,” you drag out the last syllable. “Is there some kind of… contract or something?”

---

You wake up in a bed that feels far too crowded to be your own. There’s a body wrapped around yours, another set of legs intertwined with yours and an arm draped over your torso. In your groggy state, it takes all the willpower that you can summon to turn your head to the left and check who the fuck is sleeping in next to you in- your bed (???).

The hand of the arm that isn’t currently being pinned down by another human being comes up to rub at your eyes, clearing up your bleary vision so that you can try to successfully identify your intruder.

You could say that you’ve never woken up in a situation like this but that would be a lie and your New Year’s resolution this year was that you’d try to be more honest - so the truth is that this is definitely not the first time that you’ve woken up in a situation like this and if anything, this is probably the safest you’ve felt out of all of those scenarios.

Half of the person’s head is buried underneath the duvet so you squint a little in the obnoxiously bright morning light - you silently curse the sun for not wanting to take a fucking day off today - so that you can try to make out a defining feature of the body on top of you. Once your eyes focus, the mop of red hair spread across the white sheets makes you groan and close your eyes again.

You honestly didn’t have a game plan if it wasn’t Natasha.

Confused, you attempt to think back to exactly what happened last night. Since you’ve woken up with Natasha, you give yourself the benefit of the doubt and assume that nothing too compromising happened last night. After nights like Peter’s, you normally cannot immediately recognize the person next to you, so you’re going to take this as a glass half full kind of moment and call it a plus.

Nothing illegal took place as far as you can remember which is another first for you - apart from your excessive underage drinking but you turn twenty-one in a year so you shrug it off.

Wow, maybe I am growing.

After your conversation with those men - there was no contract - you had sent Wanda a text to let her know that you and Natasha were heading home. There was nothing at this party that you hadn’t seen before, so frankly, your work there was done and you had no more business at Peter’s. Speaking of, you did manage to run into him right before you left just to say goodbye to him - ever the gracious guest - and tease him some more about MJ. Naturally, he turned redder than the burgundy suit pants he was wearing and gave both you and Nat kisses on the cheek before almost running away from the two of you.

That gave you a good laugh.

You were halfway to Nat’s car when none other than Steve Rogers appeared from the shadows to put your number on his phone. He said nothing other than I’ll call you before walking further down the valet parking to get his own car. Natasha beeped her horn at you when she saw you lingering - you were staring at his ass - so you hurried to hop in the passenger’s seat of her black sports car after she shouted for you to get in the Porsche or I’m leaving your ass on the side of the road.

And now your phone rings; you can’t help that the weaker side of your brain wants so badly for it to be Steve. He left you with a promise - albeit a vague one - and you think that you’re going to hold him to that, although you don’t know how exactly how you’d go about that since he’s the one who has your number.

Shit.

Natasha groans loudly at the shrill noise coming from your phone speakers, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over her face.

She says your name exasperatedly, “I thought I told you to put that shit on silent-”

“Sorry, sorry,” you tell her, rolling your eyes because you don’t remember her telling you that, and then you sit up. At this moment, you realize that you actually aren’t in your own apartment and are in Natasha’s very grey and white bedroom that you always have something critical to say about. Reaching for your phone, you’re shocked that it’s not dead and is at a respectable 16%. The caller ID shows you nothing useful - unknown caller - and this only gives you some more hope that it’s the handsome man you met last night. You clear your throat before pressing that green button.

“Hello?” you wince at the dryness of your throat, spying an unopened water bottle next to where your phone lay. You grab it and pop the cap hastily, taking a swig while you wait for the reply of the other person.

A very distinctly feminine squeal makes you sigh in disappointment before you pause, the familiar voice making you smile sleepily.

“Shit- fuck, get out of my way- brother-” the person says your name loudly and you know by the rich accent and the impatient tone that it’s-

“Shuri,” you muster up as much enthusiasm as you can for a call this early in the morning - you pull your phone back from your ear to see that it’s actually already 10:33 a.m and wince - because you are actually genuinely excited to hear from your Wakandan best friend. Natasha pulls the pillow off her face at the sound of the girl’s voice through the speaker, and a grin of her own lights up her face.

“Hi, bitch!” Shuri yells and you close your eyes, shaking your head but smiling nonetheless. “I’m almost at your place - I’ll be there in ten.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your chest and you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Whose phone are you calling from? And Shuri, I’m not at home right now-”

“‘Koye’s - mine’s dead and in the back. Are you with Nat?”

“Well, yeah-”

“Are you two fucking? Without me? ”

The redhead next to you can’t contain her laughter either, curled up in the sheets next to you gasping for breaths.

“Sorry to break it you like this, babe,” you play along. “No, Peter had a party last night-”

“I know - I heard about it. Sounded like fun, but my Baba and I had to do some appearances in D.C yesterday before we came to this goddamn crowded city- brother, I’ll call it whatever I want to call it - Bast, get out of the car.”

There’s some rustling and the sound of a car door slamming before Shuri releases a deep, tired breath.

“I didn’t know you were coming this week,” Natasha has sidled up next to you, resting her head on your shoulder so that Shuri can hear her voice after putting your phone on speaker.

“Neither did I,” the Wakandan princess snorts, the sound of deafening car horns and faint yelling in the background almost drowning out her lilted tone. “It was kind of a last-minute decision. But enough about me - you don’t care about all this stuff. I heard you guys met with Bucky Barnes last night-”

“How do you know Bucky?” You frown, picking at your nails.

“Long story,” she says flippantly, sighing before clearing her throat. “But that’s not the point - I know what kinda guy Bucky Barnes is. What kinda business did you two have hanging around people like that?”

“Well, I wanna hear the story-”

“Shut up,” Natasha doesn’t even look at you when she says the words. “We’re- actually, it’s not even me- she’s looking for a-”

“-sugar daddy?!” Shuri exclaims so loud that both you and Natasha flinch as you move the phone further away from you. Maybe putting her on speaker was a mistake. “What- no, Okoye, not me...yes I’m sure,” the princess’ voice becomes more hushed, “bunny...what do you of all people need a sugar daddy for, miss princess of New York?”

Nat chortles louder than you like so you shoot her a glare, smacking a pillow over her face before redirecting your attention back to the confused girl over the phone. “Daddy cut me off and-”

Shuri;’s laugh is completely mocking and would definitely be offensive if it were anyone else, but you can do nothing but sit there and pout. Natasha’s laughter becomes louder and you roll your eyes, standing up and stretching your arms over your head. You throw your phone at your best friend, causing her to almost fall off the side of the bed trying to dodge it.

“Shut up, both of you,” you scowl. “Shuri, let me know when you’re here - I’m going to go take a shower and reflect on my taste in friends. You guys are both the worst-”

Already halfway inside the en-suite, you only hear a faint chorus of “ We love you too!” before the lock clicks behind you.

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When you stroll out of the private elevator that leads directly to your apartment, you’re staring at something funny that Shuri’s sent you on Instagram as you walk through the front door, a blindingly white smile on your face. The chunky black and white Balenciaga sneakers on your feet pound the floor lightly and your hand comes up to tug absent-mindedly at one of the strings of Natasha’s black hoodie before running it down the leg of the matching cycling shorts. You push your sunglasses to the top of your head, the minty flavor of your gum filling your tastebuds and the loud sound of your nails clicking against your phone screen echoing against your high walls and tall ceilings.

The sound of a throat clearing makes you blink hard, your eyelash extensions brushing your skin as you look up to determine the identity of your intruder.

Once you see who it is, you physically are unable to prevent the loud “fuck” from falling from your lips. So when she stands up from your couch in your living room with her arms folded over her breast implants and her full, fake lips pursed while her eyebrows shoot to her hairline, you can’t help but laugh, surprised that she can still look like a raging bitch with all that botox in her face.

Her grating voice squeaks your name indignantly making you roll your eyes as you drop your oversized black bag by your shoe rack. Kicking off your trainers, you breeze right past her and flop down on one of your sofas, the plush material soothing your aching bones.

It’s been five days since Peter’s party and since then, Wanda had given both Bucky and Sam your number upon their request - you’ve been texting them all week. As much as you love your friends, these men are hands-down two of the funniest people that you’ve ever met. Despite your frequent conversations with his two best friends, there’s been radio silence from Steve Rogers. You don’t want to give these men the impression that you’re desperate - even though that’s exactly what you are - but you’re getting impatient. You don’t chase anybody; not once in your entire life has anyone made you work for their attention, so this whole situation is making you antsy.

You’ve just returned from the gym with Sam and Bucky where you were shocked to turn up outside only to see the two men shirtless, a huge but not unwelcome surprise in more than one way - “you have a fucking metal arm?!” - and it was truly a gift from above to essentially watch them work out from your place on the treadmill. You couldn’t even run - you almost fell on your goddamn face - because you were so distracted by the strong, glistening men across from you. You had instead slowed to a walk, texting Natasha and Shuri, sending them videos of these gorgeous men lifting seemingly impossibly heavy amounts with such ease and agility.

You couldn’t deny that it was making you feel things.

They then insisted that you should come and lift with them because “it’s rude to stare, bunny” and that was definitely less fun than just watching them.

And now here you sit, lounging carelessly and purposefully ignoring the presence of the woman sitting across from you. She sighs loudly, drumming her freshly-manicured red claws on the armrest of the couch, her eyes glued onto your face. Clearing her throat louder this time, you can feel the heat of her gaze on your profile burn hotter.

“Honey, are you just going to let me sit here all day?” your mother whines - like a child, you think - and flicks her hair face from her face.

“Yup,” you pop the ‘p’ and then fall silent, chewing your gum audibly, satisfied when you see her eye twitch in your periphery.

The two of you sit like this for a while, the deafening quiet weighing heavily on your mother’s shoulders. She’s always been a woman who’s liked to talk, fill moments of peace with mindless chatter and you’ve hated it all your life.

“Stop slouching,” your mother suddenly snaps, letting out yet another sigh, but one of relief as if it’s been painful for her to hold in her chest. With the silence effectively broken, you give a sigh of your own and finally meet her eyes, the same pretty color as yours shining back at you like a mirror. Then you assess the rest of her: the bleached blonde extensions, over-lined lips, and the designer coral pantsuit. You hold her gaze as you slip further down onto the couch, your posture even more relaxed than before. She narrows her own at you and a Chesire cat grin spreads on your face.

“You didn’t come here to correct my posture, mother,” you tell her, looking back at your phone, “so to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You haven’t been returning my calls,” she arches an eyebrow, dusting an imaginary piece of lint off of her pants, “even though I told your dad to tell you when you called him a week ago-”

“You don’t think there’s a reason that I’ve been dodging your calls?” you ask rhetorically, running the pad of your thumb over an eyebrow. Your birth giver cocks her head at you curiously, as if she’s truly confused as to why you don’t seem to like her-

“I don’t know why you don’t like me,” she states airily, examining her nails contemplatively. Your eyes dart back to hers in surprise, your jaw literally dropping because you’re that floored. “I’ve been nothing but kind to you-”

“Get out,” you say quietly, immediately shutting her up.

“What did you say to me?”

“I said get out,” you repeat, tossing your phone onto the couch behind you and standing up swiftly. Your mother is still sitting across from you, so you gesture with your hands so as to emphasize your point. “You should be lucky I haven’t fucking blacklisted you from this apartment-”

She exclaims your name, “-don’t cuss at me-”

You power through, “-after all you’ve done to me - so what I mean, mother, is get the fuck out of my apartment!”

Your voice carries through your home. When the echoes finally stop, the woman in front of you turns her nose up at you, clutches her taupe Birkin, and clicks those stupid stilettos all the way to your elevator. When she presses the button, she turns around to glare at you, failing to notice your defensive stance or how you’re fighting tears that you thought you’d already spent years crying out.

“Your father will be hearing about this,” she smirks and the doors open, bathing the side of her face in bright, artificial light. You don’t even look at her as the elevator chimes and the rose gold doors slide closed. But when they do, all of the breath leaves your body in a loud sob, your shaking hands coming up to wipe at your eyes.

The ringing of your phone interrupts you, the caller ID a number that you don’t recognize. In your current state, you answer it unthinkingly, not even registering that you’re about to be speaking to a total stranger.

“Hello?” You sniffle over the phone, running your sleeve over your cheeks to rid them of any tear tracks.

The person over the line greets you by saying your name in a deep tone that shoots straight to your panties, meaning that you know exactly who this is. It’s the call you’ve been waiting for the whole week and of all times, this is when he decides to pick up his damn phone and remember that you exist?

Motherfucker.

“Steve,” you breathe, gulping down large amounts of air to try and keep any residual tears at bay. “I-, uh, hi.”

His chuckle on the other end of the phone causes your cheeks to heat up because it should be illegal to sound like that. “Hi to you too, bunny-” you interrupt him with a shaky breath that’s louder than you anticipate, “-hold on, have you been crying?”

Shit, you think, massaging your temples. “Yeah,” you admit, sniffing again. It’s likely that your ears are deceiving you, but you think that you hear him groan, a sinful sound from deep in his throat that makes even more moisture pool in your underwear. “It’s not a big deal though - it’s nice to hear from you.”

“Are you doin’ okay?” he asks softly, making your heart do little flips in your chest.

“I’m fine,” you state almost automatically, hoping to brush off any concern and move on. You walk over to your fridge, scanning the contents before your eyes land on the row of clear, blue-capped bottles with a pink flower on the front. You put your phone on speaker and place it on the counter as you snatch one of the bottles of water from the shelf, cracking it open and taking a long swig from it.

“You don’t sound fine,” Steve protests, sounding borderline amused. “Maybe you can tell me all about it when I take you out to dinner tonight.”

He tells you mid-swig and of course, there’s no way for him to know his, but you’re so taken aback that you falter, subsequently choking on all of the water in your mouth. The coughs that wrack your body are violent, and there’s a burn in your throat from the strength of your body’s automatic reaction. You have to shut the fridge door and turn around, bracing a hand on the island counter where your phone lies.

“Sweetheart?” he probes, probably holding back a laugh but you can’t really discern whether or not that’s true over the ear-splitting sound of your coughing.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologize, wheezing through the paralyzing attack on your body. “That sounds great - where are we going?”

You finally recover, taking another - slower - sip of your drink, tears stinging your eyes.

“Hey now,” Steve laughs again, and you can’t help but notice how carefree he is now compared to the night you met him. It makes you smile. “That’d be telling. Just be ready by 8 - I’ll get my driver-”

“-oh no, that’s okay - if you give the location to my driver, he can take me-”

“No,” his voice is booming, even through the phone, and it gives you pause. His authoritative tone should’ve made you cry, especially with all that’s happened in your past, but instead, a tidal wave of desire makes you shudder and threatens to pull you underneath the surface. “My driver will pick you up at 8,” he repeats and you press the power button on the side of your phone so it shows you the time: 2:49, “and I’ll send over something appropriate for you to wear. Are we clear?”

“Yeah,” you exhale, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.

“I asked if we were clear, sweetheart,” his voice has taken on a warning tone now and you can’t deny the heat that courses through you.

“Yes, sir,” you give him the answer almost instinctively, frowning afterward because you feel like you’re in school.

“Good girl, bunny baby,” he coos and it’s this that makes you almost audibly moan.

You? A praise kink?

Absolutely.

“I’ll see you then, hmm, honey?” he prompts you to respond. Normally, you don’t let anybody that you’re romantically involved with call you honey because it reminds you so acutely of your mother, and you suspect that she knows that which is why she keeps calling you that stupid nickname. But with Steve, you already feel like you’re in no place to be making demands.

And for the first time in your life, that doesn’t bother you all that much.

“Yes, Steve,” your eyelashes flutter and you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease yourself of the growing discomfort at your most sensitive area.

“Good, good,” he speaks, sounding distracted. “I’ve got a meeting now, bunny - talk later.”

You don’t even get an opportunity to say your own goodbye before he ends the call. You save him to your contacts quickly before you forget, and then a thought hits you that makes you freeze.

How does he know your size and - more importantly - how the fuck does he know where you live?

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lavishedinjimin · 4 years

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a little bit of sugar, daddy [9]

↳ pairing: taehyung x reader

↳ genre: smut, CEO! au, sugardaddy! au

↳ rating: 18+

↳ word count: 11.5k (This is the longest fic I’ve written so far oops)

↳ warnings: dom tae, sub reader, cussing, big dick taehyung, unprotected sex (FUCKING GLOVE THEM UP BEOTCH), rough sex, choking, handcuffing, use of gag ball, dirty talk, face fucking, multiple orgasms, and many more :D

— synopsis: Taehyung - a sugardaddy and a businessman, a man who derives his life from sex, pleasure, and money. Y/n - a girl working at a small cafe, whose sex life is as dry as the weekly delivered coffee beans. Will Y/n adjust to the new lifestyle she agreed to, and keep up with all of the dirty antics with Taehyung?

THIS TOOK TOO FUCKING LONG. Sorry for any errors, grammatical mistakes or typos! Check out my masterlist to see more!

The sound of your phone’s alarm clock wakes you up from your deep sleep, cutting off your dream about you and Olivia. Quickly sitting up to remove the sleepiness away from your body, you stretch your arms upwards, groaning from the satisfying feeling. You feel the fresh morning air and the sunlight coming through your blinds, painting your sheets with a faint yellowish tint.

Grabbing your phone from the desk, you text your best friend.

You [6:23 AM]

– Liv! I had a dream about you.

– You probably won’t see this until later though

– But I dreamed that we were at a strip club and you were so wasted that you climbed up on one of the poles and you twerked

You [6:24 AM]

– But instead of the people cheering you on

– They laughed because you had no butt to shake

– And you cried… yikes

A giggle escapes your lips, trying to remember more of what happened in your dream but that one scenario was the only one stuck in your mind. Leaving your phone on the bed, you scramble to the bathroom to shower.

You had an appointment with your doctor today regarding your birth control. It was Taehyung’s request, and you had no choice but to do what you were told. There was no point in saying no, too. You figured that there’s no harm in using it. And besides – you researched that being on the pill is safer than pulling out!

After you showered, you wore a beige sweater and black skinny jeans paired with your black low-cut converse. It was a good thing that your first period at school today was at eight-thirty, and your appointment at seven o’clock, leaving you enough time. Arranging your bag for school, you grab all your necessities before heading out with your keys, locking the door.

Somehow, you didn’t feel trapped around Taehyung at all. There was no suffocating feeling, he wasn’t pushing you to do anything you didn’t want to. He always made sure that you’re okay with everything.

You liked it. You like that someone was finally taking care of you when your own parents couldn’t.

You called a cab, smiling brightly at him to freshen his day as you sat on the backseat. “Good morning sir!”

Sir. Ahh, how you miss Taehyung.

“Good morning to you too, young lady! Where are we off to today?”

The driver was so nice, making your heart warm. You saw that he was 50 years old from the I.D he stuck behind his seat. He’s bald, looks very young for a middle-aged man.

“Umm, Mrs. Raya Kim’s clinic? It’s at 3148 Doctor’s Drive…” you mumble.

“Ah yes. Understood.”

You release a pleased sigh, trying to relax your body at the uncomfortable seat.

You feel nervous, not going to lie. You feel tense for the appointment even though Mrs. Raya was a trusted doctor. Olivia told you that a gynecologist would’ve been better, but you knew no one you could rely on and you did not want to go outside of the city.

The ride was quiet, and you smile when you hear the driver humming an unknown song. It was kinda creepy from how joyous he was – you've never seen a cab driver this bubbly in the morning!

“We’re here,” the driver says and you quickly scurry inside your bag to find your wallet, giving him three dollars.

“Thank you,” you bid farewell before opening the car door, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Before you can even shut it close, the man yells.

“Miss! You dropped your phone!”

Your heart jumps out of your chest when you see your phone ditched on the dirty carpeted floor of the cab. You cringe, forehead wrinkling as you quickly pick it up and wipe the device using the hem of your sleeve. “Oh my god, thank you so much!” you say dolefully, eyebrows furrowed, “Please drive safe!”

The man chuckles, “I will. Please be mindful of your belongings.”

You nod your head, finally closing the door shut and the car drives away.

God, that was close. Good thing he didn’t just leave and drive away.

You'll probably cry if you lose your phone.

Placing the event that just happened at the back of your mind, you make your way in front of the clinic, slowly pushing the door open. The bell at the top of the doorframe jingles, indicating your presence.

The doctor’s office always scared you, even back as a child. Even though you’re already twenty, you still had that tinge of uneasiness whenever you walked into a room. You wish you had someone here with you. Striding your way to the front desk, you force a smile out of you.

“Good morning,” you start, “I have an appointment with Mrs. Kim at seven?”

The man over the counter starts to look through her files, “Name?” he states blandly.

“Y/n ___.”

Going through the papers, he emits a satisfied sigh when he finds your folder of records. He looks through the beige folder, nodding his head, “Alright, Mrs. Kim is still working with another patient right now so please have a seat, and I’ll call you when she’s ready.”

“Okay, thank you.” You grip your bag strap tightly, finding a vacant seat in the lounge to sit in. Good thing there were not a lot of people, about five of you inside the area, and you can sit in peace.

Checking the time on your phone – 6:50 am, it reads. You had ten minutes left to kill so you decide to call Taehyung so that your nerves can rest for a little while.

Your heart thumps faster in your chest, pressing the call button with your thumb as you chew on your bottom lip.

Bringing your screen to your right ear, you wait for him to answer.

Taehyung was in the middle of signing documents when he heard his phone ring from the other side of the room. He furrows his brows, standing up from his leather chair as he follows the sound of his ringtone. He picks up his phone from the couch and immediately smiles when he sees the caller I.D.

“Hello, angel.”

The deep, raspy voice quickly made you squeeze your thighs together, preventing a whimper. You can never get used to his hot voice.

“Hi,” you quietly say, “I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you…”

“No, no, absolutely not,” his mood brightens up immediately as he hears the pleasing tone of your voice, “You never disturb me. I’d rather talk to you all day, baby.”

The way he was saying those words, a sultry, teasing vibe was making your legs quiver. You shouldn’t be feeling like this! Not when there’s other people around. Maybe calling him was a mistake…

“Taehyung, I’m at… I’m at the doctors.”

“What? What for?!” he suddenly blurts out, thinking that you got sick or got into some kind of trouble. He sits down on the couch, placing his right leg on top of the other as he rests his free arm out on the backrest. “Are you okay?”

You giggle, chewing on the inside of your cheeks, “Do you remember when you told me I should get prescribed for birth control?”

Taehyung, right after you said those words, hangs his head low while he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. Black strands of his hair cover the front of his eyes as he stares at his lap. He smirks cockily, “Yeah?”

Yet he doesn’t let you reply though, answering before you, “Are you about to?”

You nod, but you remember that he wasn’t actually there to see you. “Mhmm, I’m quite nervous though.”

Taehyung sighs as he can’t hide the growing smirk on his face. He hates how his mind was absolutely going straight to the gutter, but he tries to keep most of his composure. “Ahh, why are you nervous, angel? There’s nothing to worry about, right?”

You slightly frown, your fingers starting to pick on the fabric of your jeans. “I know, but,” you blush, “I wish I had company.”

“Oh, angel,” he breathes out, feeling a stinging pinch in his chest. “You should've told me so that I can be with you.”

“Yeah but,” you protest, “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You know that’s not a problem, Y/n. You should know that by now.” You gulp from the sudden use of your first name, his tone becoming strict. “I can make time for you. Why didn’t you tell me that you had it scheduled today, hm? Especially now for an important matter.”

Your eyes widen, feeling your mouth go dry as you try to find a quick answer. Just the way he was speaking as if he was talking to an employee of his or a client – firm and stern, made you tremble in your seat. You did not know when you’ll get used to it.

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing that you can say, breath hitching up.

Taehyung squints his eyes and bites his lip for a quick second, enthralled by the soft tone of your voice. He decides to play with you, keeping in mind that you were in a public place. “Sorry? That’s the only thing you can say?” he teases.

You can’t hide back your whimpers as you felt electricity run through your spine and down to your core.

“It w-won’t happen again.”

“Remind yourself who you’re talking to.”

“Sir. I’m sorry s-sir,” you half-whisper, careful so that others won’t hear you. You were blushing so hard, not believing that this was happening right now. The air suddenly gets hot around you, feeling butterflies in your stomach when Taehyung growls softly.

“Good girl,” he chuckles, amused, “Look at you, whimpering. Wanna tell me why, baby?”

Bouncing your knee up and down, you emit a shaky sigh. His voice was turning you on so much, but it was hard to keep your emotions to yourself when there were other people around. The room wasn’t loud, but quiet enough that if you listen closely, you’ll hear what other people are talking about.

You worry if these strangers can hear you too.

“Tae – sir, please,” you beg, “not right now.”

“Aww, why?” he fakes an upset tone, pouting his lips, “you don’t want people to hear you, huh? Hear how desperate you are?”

You feel yourself slowly soaking your panties so you cross your legs together, trying to relieve some type of friction. “Mmm, s-sir,” you mewl, shutting your eyes while your fingers grip the phone tighter, “I can’t…”

Taehyung feels his dick harden through his pants, curling his other hand into a fist as he digs his nails into his palm. He likes messing with you like this. Yes, it was cruel of him – but you had to get used to it.

This was only the beginning.

“If I was there I’d have no problem with teasing you, angel. Resting my hand on your thigh, dragging it close to your cunt? Hm? I don’t care if people will look at us,” he laughs darkly, “I’ll even let them watch.”

“Sir,” you whine, “I- i/please. I want y-you but I can’t.”

“Oh, baby, baby,” he coos, “I know. Can’t handle it? You just want me to be there with you right now? Is that what you need?”

“Yes!” you declare too loudly, causing an elderly man to whip his head in your direction. Instantly looking down at your feet, your cheeks flush in a deep shade of red. You feel so embarrassed!

Taehyung has never heard you like this, sounding so needy. He finds your little noises so adorable, wanting to just snuggle you up in his arms, stroke your hair, and fuck you against the wall. It was crazy how the little things you do turns him on, having such a huge effect on him. Deep inside, he was afraid of how whipped he was for you.

He can imagine your red face as you struggle to shut your mouth, how you were probably biting on your lip. He wants to see your cute blushing face in person so badly, wants to hold you in his arms and play with your cunt, wants to see you cum – but he has work to do. So, he settles on dirty talk.

“I bet you’re wet right now, angel. Hmm? My dick’s throbbing for you baby,” he grunts when he brings his hand down to palm the tent his cock has created. “Wanna have my way with you so bad.”

You knit your eyebrows together in frustration, licking your dry lips. You didn’t know what to do anymore. As your foot nervously taps on the white tiled floor, you feel your palms getting sweaty.

He growls, making you release a quiet moan. “Fuck, you make me go crazy. I want you so bad, angel. Want to fuck you here in my office with the door unlocked so that people can easily come inside. You want that, hmm? People catching us fuck? Bet your cute little pussy’s begging for that, huh?”

“S-sir, mmh” you whimper with pursed lips, getting wetter and wetter each second. Taehyung knows that you can’t do anything in this situation that you’re in, making him have all the control.

Yes, you can just hang up, but you don’t want another punishment.

“Miss Y/n?”

Your head instantly snaps up when you hear the man call for your name from the front desk, and you quickly try to get yourself together.

“Yes?” you reply with wide eyes, heart pounding rapidly.

“Mrs. Raya is ready for you.”

Taehyung hears this and chuckles.

“Okay,” you nod furiously, forcing a fake smile.

“Sir—Taehyung, I have to go.”

Taehyung frowns, purposely making his tone deeper, “Oh, so you’re gonna leave me needy, huh?”

”Tae!” you clench your hand into a fist, punching your knee in frustration, “I’m sorry, but I have to go!” He finally stops teasing you, sighing as he replies with an ‘okay’, saying his goodbye. You scatter to put your phone back in your back pocket as you stand up, fast-walking to Mrs. Raya’s office.

Damn him for making you feel this way.

Your hand grip the door handle as you slowly twist it open, carefully pushing the white wooden door. The smell of rubbing alcohol instantly hits your nose as you step foot, your doctor instantly greeting you with a kind smile.

“Y/n, good morning!” she chirps, welcoming you with open arms.

“H-hi,” you smile, shutting the door. Even though Mrs. Raya is already in her 40’s, she still looks radiant and blooming. She has very white teeth and a gorgeous smile, brown chocolate skin, and luscious curly hair. She motions you to sit on the other side of the desk and you oblige, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“May I ask your age before we proceed?” she asks politely as she sits across from you. “My record of you here is,” she suddenly whips out a white folder and checks through papers, “not updated at all.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, “I’m twenty.”

Mrs. Raya nods and gathers a pad of paper in front of her to write on. She starts teaching you all about the contraceptive pills and how it can affect your body and its possible side effects. But most of the time you were tapping your foot on the ground, fiddling your fingers together in nervousness as you try to calm down. You were acting like such a child, yet all you can think about is Taehyung. Your eyes disconnect from your doctor's gaze and they land on the white desk.

You were still on Cloud 9 from the previous incident, thinking about the deep timbre of his voice.

“Miss Y/n,” her voice suddenly snaps you back into reality. “Are you even listening?” she asks with knitted brows.

“I'm sorry,” you quickly apologize, stopping your foot from drumming on the tiles.

Mrs. Raya sighs while intertwining her hand together. “Please listen, Y/n. I know it's too early in the morning for this but this is very important. I recommend giving you pills, unless…”

You gawk at her with wide eyes, “Unless?”

“Unless you're up for IUD?”

“Uh no, thank you,” you quickly deny. You learned what IUD is and what it does during high-school health classes and to be honest, you were just scared of the procedure – even though it's the most safer option. Plus you had no guts to do it.

Inserting a little hook-looking device up your uterus? Nope. Not for you.

“Okay, okay,” she immediately acknowledges and stands up, facing her back to you. She ponders to her array of cabinets, going through all kinds of boxes. “Do you have classes right after?” she asks.

You hum, scanning around the room to find a clock anywhere. Your eyes land to a small desk clock to your left, reading 7:28 am. “Yes, I do.”

“Let's get started, then.”

“You fucking bitch.”

Olivia’s voice suddenly made your body jump as she sits on the bench in front of you. You cover your mouth with your right hand, muffling your laugh.

“It’s not my fault that I had a dream like that!” You tolerate, watching how she rolls her eyes.

“I’m not mad about the fact that I was a stripper, heck – thank you I’ll accept the job. But just know that if everything goes to shit and I turn broke, I’m using your money to get a butt implant.”

“My money?” you smirk, “I don’t know what you’re talk–”

“Oh, stop that Y/n. You know what I mean.”

You giggle as you give her some of your food. The cafeteria was filled with noisy seniors whereas they were getting ready for their graduation pictures. Girls were doing each others’ makeup while the boys were sharing hair gel. You had been watching them chit-chat with each other for the past ten minutes while you waited for Olivia to arrive. You can't wait for the end of the school year to arrive.

“Moving on. Will you go to Yoongi’s party with me?”

You slam your hand on the table, eyes wide, “Liv! You know what happened to me when I went to one of his parties last time. I'm not going to another party.”

Olivia pouts, pushing her brown hair back away from her face, “Pleaaaaase? I promise I’ll stay with you! I won’t leave your side, I swear! You know how iconic Yoongi’s parties are before the year-end. He holds them annually!”

“Yeah, and I tend to run away from it. C’mon, Liv. I don’t want to drink like that anymore.”

You suddenly remember Taehyung’s voice ringing in your head, how he strictly reminded you not to drink so much but you didn’t comply. You wonder how you’ll survive a massive gathering if you can’t even stop yourself from drinking too much at a fucking pool party.

“I mean, you can choose not to drink.” She simply states, stealing your unfinished sandwich.

Snorting, you say sarcastically, “Oh yeah and I’ll read a book while at it.”

“Y/n…” Olivia frowns. There was a ten seconds silence before you finally replied. Rolling your eyes, you throw your hands up in defeat, “Okay, okay, Jesus…”

She instantly holds your hands while an excited squeal leaves her lips. Her eyes turn into little slits, waving your arms left and right. She was such a child! “Yay, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re so lucky I’m your best friend.” You blankly stare at her. “Just don’t get me wasted.”

She gives you a thumbs up, smiling as she flashes you her teeth, “You got it!”

You and Olivia were walking alongside the soccer field to go to the main building for your next periods. Hugging your binder closer to your chest, you watch your school’s group of athletes having their training, their coach yelling at them while soccer balls fly across the field.

Suddenly, you spot a familiar looking face. You squint your eyes, slowing down for a second while you grip Olivia’s arm.

“I didn’t know Park Jimin plays soccer,” you mumble, watching how he pushes his black hair back, tilting his head upwards. Jimin high-fives a teammate with a big smile.

Olivia chuckles as she tugs on your arm and forces you to walk faster, “He does! You really don’t know anything, do you?”

You give her a disgusted expression, opening your mouth to retaliate but she immediately cuts you off. “Hey! Remind you that i’m a top stu–”

“Hey! Park Jimin!” Olivia starts to wave frantically, getting Jimin’s full attention.

Starting to panic, you try to block her view by stepping in front of her, trying to force her arm down. “Liv! No, don’t! I was just asking!” Olivia jumps up and down, flailing her arms around and she looks like a huge clown. Grunting, you can't help but laugh at her actions, “Olivia! “

But your efforts are useless when you hear Jimin’s reply. “What?!” He yells. You slowly turn around and there he was, walking to you and Olivia. Your shoulders slump, wanting to slap your best friend yet you keep your composure.

“Y/n here says hi!” She giggles.

You quickly wave your hands in front of you, faking a smile, “Uh, no. S-She’s just messing with you.”

Jimin comes closer with a smug look on his face, crossing his arms together. Your eyes involuntarily checks him out, eyeing him from top to bottom. He looks so different from when you last saw him. Your gaze flies down to his thighs, eyebrows knitting together when you see how muscular and thick it was. You gulp. Jimin looks very well-put in his uniform too, even though he was covered in sweat.

“Y/n?” Jimin’s voice snaps you back. He laughs at your widened eyes, “You good?”

“Yeah.” You state.

“Good.”

No one talks for a while and the awkward silence kills you. You look down to the floor as you try to find the right words to say without sounding like an idiot. “Anyway,” Oliva breaks the tension, “You remember her right? The one that acted like a ragdoll when drunk during Yoongi’s party?”

You groan, “Olivia,” an exhausted sigh leaves your mouth, “leave it alone.”

Jimin grins at you as he lifts a single brow up, “Of course I do.”

“Please don’t. Pretend that it didn’t happen please?” you say, hearing Olivia giggle behind you and you want nothing more than to hit her with your binder.

“Aw, why?” he suddenly walks closer until there is a three-feet distance between the two of you. “You’re cute though.”

Your breath hitches up as your jaw gapes, his words shocking you. You shake your head, laughing nervously. “Ah, heh, t-thank you?” You grab Olivia’s hand and you start to walk away from him, “S-See you around Jimin!”

“See you.” He sends you a playful wink, causing you to jolt your head forward in surprise. What the hell was that?!

Jimin watches as you force your best friend to run, dragging her behind you. He laughs and shakes his head side to side, jogging back to his teammates. Hoseok furrows his eyebrows as he seemingly watched everything that had just happened.

“What’s up with them?” he nods in your direction. Hoseok sees how you accidentally drop your binder on the ground, hearing your loud grunt as Olivia laughs.

“Remember Y/n from Yoongi’s pool party?” he starts. Hoseok hums, “The girl we played beer pong with?” Jimin tilts his head to the side for a second as he rests his hands on his hips.

“Yeah. She’s hot.”

Hoseok smirks, “You know what to do.”

Jimin feels himself getting hyped up from the idea. He starts to jump up and down, warming himself up when they hear their coach blow his whistle. “Can’t wait for the party.”

You were in your microbiology class when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Looking around the laboratory room to know if your professor can see you, you reach down to your jeans and unlock your phone.

Taehyung [2:12 pm] - Justin will pick you up. Do you go off at 3 today?

Damn, he didn’t even say a single hi? You chew on your bottom lip, using your thumbs to type a reply.

You [2:12 pm] - Yes. Where am I going?

Taehyung [2:12 pm] - My office, angel. We have unfinished business.

Your heart suddenly pounds faster from the text. Was he referring to…?

Deciding to play with him a little, you giggle.

You [2:13 pm] - Oh, we do?

You [2:13 pm] - I wasn’t informed…

Taehyung, on the other side of the screen, smirks devilishly. He tuts as he sends a reply.

Taehyung [2:13 pm] - Act like that one more time and let’s see where it takes you, Y/n.

You [2:14 pm] - To your bedroom I hope

Suddenly, you see a hand slamming down on your table and you quickly disregard your phone back to your pocket. “I’m s-sorry professor…” you stutter, wide eyes gawking at your teacher. His eyes flash you a warning, “Who are you talking to, hm? Is he more important than this?”

“No,” you shake your head, wincing from the harsh tone of his voice.

“Focus, Y/n.”

You nod, getting back to where you were. You turn on the switch for the microscope, sighing to yourself. How can you focus when Taehyung’s words were the only thing clouding your mind?

Walking to the parking lot after a long, productive day at campus, it was concerning you that you can’t find anyone that’s called Justin around. Besides – your initial plan of stopping every adult-looking male and asking if their name is Justin and if they’re looking for a woman called Y/n was ridiculous.

Your shoes clad on the rough concrete of the pathway, the cool breeze blowing your hair away from your face. You notice a dark-haired man in a suit walking up to you and it was definitely clear that he looks like he works for a millionaire. You smile, trying to appear kind.

“Y/n?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me,” you giggle nervously. There were students walking past and were looking at the two of you with a confused expression, skeptical.

“My name is Justin, I’m Kim Taehyung’s PA. He told me to pick you up and head straight to the office.” He suddenly starts to walk and you follow behind him. Why is everyone so strict these days?

“Oh, I know. H-He told me,” you chirp, hoping you'll get a reply back but there was none. You follow his footsteps in silence, staring at his black loafers until he stops in front of a black shiny Mercedes. Your jaw drops, feeling like your eyes have been blessed by such a hot-looking car that costs triple your rent.

Justin opens the passenger side door for you and you enter with a thanks. The car smells so expensive, it has a lot of buttons that make your fingers itch to press. Once he starts the engine, the car roars loudly and it is enough for you to giggle in amusement. He mumbles “seatbelt”, and you do what you were told.

“So, uh,” you try to make a conversation, “Do you perhaps, o-own this car?” you ask politely as possible.

Justin smirks the tiniest bit and shakes his head, “Nope. Mr. Kim’s.”

You place your bag comfortably on your lap while your mind goes back to the time where Taehyung showed you his collection of high-end cars. You weren’t surprised.

The ride was complete silence, the cold air conditioning of the car hitting your exposed skin while you stared outside the window. You suddenly wonder if Justin had met every single one of Taehyung’s past flames, picking them up just like what he was doing now. Was he always asked to buy Taehyung's partner's clothes just like the time you stayed over at his house? Frowning, there was an uncomfortable feeling building up your chest. No, you can’t be jealous. You’re not in a place to be, right?

“Hey, is it okay if I can ask you something?” your voice was soft-spoken, glancing at him.

“Sure.” He simply replies.

“How long have you been working for Taehyung?”

Justin suddenly snickers and you can see the creases on the sides of his lips. “As early as he started his company.”

Your eyes grow bigger, he was working for Taehyung for so long! He must know everything about him…

“Do you know how many relationships he had?” You gasp at your own sentence, pursing your lips shut as you slam a hand over it. Justin laughs, his shoulders bouncing up and down. “I’m so sorry!” you apologize.

“No, please. But I can’t answer your question, Y/n.”

Hanging your head down, you feel a little ashamed. “But,” he continues, your eyebrows lifting up. You gaze at him with expecting eyes, “This is the first time I’m meeting you in person, and I must say that I’m quite shocked when he told me that I was picking up a girl from college. You look very young.”

“I-Is that a bad thing?” you gulp, “I’m twenty.”

“No! Not at all, Y/n. Don’t get me wrong,” he chuckles, “It’s a good thing!”

Nodding your head in acceptance, your lips curve in a smile. “Thanks.” But then, an abrupt memory crosses your mind.

Isn’t that what Marie – Taehyung’s housekeeper – said to you when you first went to his house?

‘“It’s a shocker though. It’s the first time Taehung has ever brought a young-looking girl into his house.”

What was up with everyone being so appalled? Was he usually into older girls? Crissy doesn’t even look that old…

You had to ask him. You were desperate for an answer.

Stepping back inside the building made a lot of flashbacks to reoccur in your brain. All the things you and Taehyung did, inside the elevator, inside his office up at the 20th floor, everything was coming back to you. Almost everyone was dressed in business-formal outfits and you’ve never felt more out of place with your sweater and black converse.

But your body freezes when you spot the blonde-haired woman that was occupying your thoughts a couple of minutes ago. Based off of the irritated expression on her face and the blank stare that the lady at the front desk wore, they were having an argument.

Crissy sees you and smirks to herself.

You were stunned when she suddenly strides over to you and harshly grabs your arm, pulling you to her side. Your heart beats faster.

“She’s with me! You’re seeing Taeyung, right!?” she exclaims, her high-pitched voice ringing in your head.

“No, I’m not.” you roll your eyes, but Crissy only grips your arm tighter. You wince in pain, struggling to escape but she just pulls you closer. “Stop lying. We both know you have nothing else to do here but hug his legs.”

What the fuck is she talking about?

The exhausted lady ignores Crissy and turns her attention to you, “Can I confirm your name?”

“Y/n ___,” you say, and she reads something on her monitor and nods once. “Kim Taehyung has ordered you to meet him on the twentieth floor. Please go ahead.” She motions her hand to the right, directing you to the elevator, and you smile gratefully.

Crissy gasps, eyes turning into little slits as she looks at the desk lady in shock, “How come she goes and not me? I know Taehyung myself and I don’t think I need his permission!”

“I'm sorry ma'am but that's not how it works here. We have strict rules and you're not allowed to see the boss if you have no schedules for it.”

Crissy was speechless, not knowing what to say. You tried your hardest not to giggle as you slowly walked away from her.

“But this is important!”

The lady finally snaps, clicking her tongue. “If you don't go out of this building now I'm gonna call the guards to escort you out.”

You didn't hear what Crissy’s reply was because you were already making your way to the elevator which was thankfully vacant. “Ah, finally,” you sigh. What was Crissy doing here? And what does she want from Taehyung?

You were about to press the close button until you hear heels clicking against the marble floor. Looking straight ahead, your eyes widen when you see Crissy making her way to you with a smirk on her face. She was walking fast, making sure to catch up. Your breathing gets heavy and heavy, immediately pressing the button furiously - praying that the doors would close faster.

You were holding your breath - you can’t be stuck in an elevator with her! No way!

“Please please please,” you mumble under your breath, lips pouting when the doors won’t close faster as you wanted it to be. Crissy has a mocking expression on her face, inserting her hand between the doors so that it wouldn’t close on her. Quickly, you step to the very corner of the elevator, hugging your body as you felt intimidated by her appearance.

“Oh, Y/n,” she shakes her head side to side, laughing to herself. Crissy presses the 20th button using her baby blue acrylic nails, whipping her hair. “You think a stubborn little lady at the front desk will stop me?”

You’ve never wanted to pull her hair so bad until now.

Crissy studies your figure up and down, a sour look on her face as if she just ate a lemon. “You’re going to see him looking like that?” she scoffs, “Couldn’t you at least dress up like me?” She looks down at her outfit, wearing a black skin-tight dress that hugged her perfect body.

You look at her through the reflective walls of the elevator, staring at her hazel eyes, “At least I don’t have to try to get his attention.”

The brattiness in you jumped out, and Crissy gasps from your sentence, clearly offended. Crossing your arms together, it was your turn to rake her body, “I don’t have to be pathetic like you.”

“Me?! I’m the pathetic one?” she suddenly walks closer to you, further cornering your body into the wall. You gulp the big lump in your throat. Crissy was taller than you, making you look up at her as her towers over you. “Coming from a broke college student?”

Fuck. What have you gotten yourself into?

Crissy backs up a little to take a good look at you. She lifts her eyebrows up, her stance defensive as you just stand there, hanging your head low. You can’t look at her face, you were mortified.

“You don’t deserve Taehyung, Y/n. He doesn’t need someone like you. He needs me.”

She whips her blonde hair again, moving it to her right shoulder while she looks at her manicured fake nails. She continues to argue, “He needs someone experienced. I know for a fact that that’s what he likes.”

You hold yourself back. You knew better than to fight her. Even though her sharp, cruel words were hurting you - hurting you so bad, you keep your guard up.

Crissy leans down until she is face to face with you, cooing when she sees the fear in your eyes. “Aww, look at you. What a weak little thing. You’re delusional if you think Taehyung even likes you.”

“I didn’t ask for him in the first place.” You hiss, “He came up to me.”

“Of course he did! He wanted to help a poor, pruney little virgin – that’s why.”

Oh no she didn’t. Your hands curl up in tight fists on your sides, eyes narrowing at her as you feel your nerves firing up. How dare she call you that when she doesn’t know a single thing about you?!

“You don’t know me.” You say through gritted teeth, “You have no right to say that.”

Crissy smiles and shrugs her shoulders, “I’m allowed to have my own opinion!”

You swear you just felt your head hurt. “What are you even ta– you know what, whatever.” Rolling your eyes, you turn away from her. Your nails dig into the skin of your palm, surely getting red. You hated each second as the time passed by.

“What are you doing here anyway?” she says, sizing you up. Crissy lifts an eyebrow, waiting for your response.

“I don’t know.” You say, closing your eyes shut in annoyance. “How about you? What do you want from him?”

Before she can answer, the elevator dings, signalling the doors open and Crissy was the first one to step out. You follow behind her, the irritating clicks of her heels were making your head spin. She answers, a smirk evident from the tone of her voice, “Trying to get back what’s truly mine.”

You felt your heart crush into a million pieces.

“You have a boyfriend, Crissy!”

“And?” You feel sorry for Taehyung, and sorry for Crissy’s boyfriend.

However, you stop your tracks when the door going to Taehyung’s office swings open, and he absolutely snaps when he sees her.

Crissy smiles, about to say something but Taehyung shuts her up, immediately backing her against the hallway. He slams the door shut with a loud bang, making you jump. Taehyung was completely furious, nostrils slightly flaring as he held her wrists tightly. Crissy winces, but she doesn’t show the pain because she keeps a straight, smiling face. “Tae–”

“Shut up. Why the fuck are you here, huh?”

“Calm do–”

“No. Answer the fucking question! How did you get up here?”

Your chest tightens, afraid of Taehyung’s sudden change of aura. He was raising his voice at her, and you haven’t seen this side of him. You feel yourself getting small, holding your hands together behind your back as you watch them with wide, afraid eyes.

“Taehyung, they let me in of course! Why wouldn’t they let someone who previously worked here inside the building? I wanted to visit you!”

Taehyung growls animalistically, removing the grip he has on her wrists and instead places his hands on her shoulders. He grips her firmly, eyes dark in anger. He towers over her while Crissy can’t push him away even if she tries to. “Stop. Fucking. Lying,” Taehyung fumes.

“It’s true!”

Taehyung shakes his head and suddenly whips his head over his shoulder to look at you. You look like a deer in headlights, frozen in your place as he burns holes into your eyes.

“Tell the truth.” He states firmly. You feel your throat drying up, your mouth gaping open but no words seem to come out. “I-I, uh.”

Taehyung clenches his jaw, waiting for a reply. It was obvious that his patience was bearing thin. “Tell me the fucking truth, Y/n!”

You remember his words ringing in your head - not to lie to him. It was the one thing he despised the most.

“S-She,” you clear your throat, fiddling with your fingers in a habit of nervousness, “I don’t know, the lady at the front desk told her to exit… but she sneaked inside the elevator with me before I can close the doors.”

You felt ashamed, even though you did absolutely nothing wrong. Looking down on the floor, you were unable to meet Taehyung’s harsh, angry eyes. You just wanted to curl up into a little ball and cry from how intimidated you are.

Suddenly, Jungkook appears from inside the office and chuckles as he sees the situation that was currently happening. He gives Crissy an ugly glare, walking up to you. “Hey, hey,” he purrs, holding your body, “Don’t be scared, hm?”

You slowly tilt your head up, looking at him with wavering eyes. He smiles, his dimples peeking out, “Don’t worry.”

Taehyung bites the inside of his cheek as he watches Jungkook caress your arms, the closeness making his stomach turn. This angers him further, turning his attention back to Crissy who was smirking the entire time.

“I hope you know this is your last straw, Crissy.” She was about to retort but Taehyung was faster to cut her off, “I’m placing you on our blocklist. And if I ever see you here, at my house, or if you even think about getting near Y/n, I won’t hesitate to place a restraining order against you. You won’t be able to see me – or Y/n – ever again.”

You hear everything he says, sighing in relief. Why didn’t he do this much earlier?!

Crissy has her mouth open although nothing comes out. And by chance, you hear rushing footsteps down the hallway and you turn to look to see who it was. Justin has called for security and the guards rush to grab a hold of Crissy. She tries to escape, pulling her arms away but the bulky, muscular men were obviously stronger. She yells in frustration, “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung!”

Taehyung scoffs bitterly, watching the guards escort her down the hall until they were finally nowhere near in sight. She was gone at last.

There was an uncomfortable feeling, something you can’t explain. It was so weird and new to see Taehyung like that, he was obviously hurting her yet Crissy looked as if it didn’t affect her. You didn’t like that side of him. You tried your hardest to not cry, holding your tears back as you squeezed your eyes closed.

“Angel,” Taehyung’s voice gently calls out for you, and you can hear his footsteps coming closer to you.

“Jungkook, please excuse us.” He tells, and Jungkook nods his head knowingly. He understands the situation and walks away.

Your body jumps when you feel Taehyung’s arms wrap around your body, pulling you into a tight, warm hug. He rests his chin on top of your head, swaying your body side to side as he waits for you to calm down. “Angel,” he whispers, “you’re good now. You’re okay.”

“Hm?” he places two fingers underneath your chin and lifts your head up. He pouts when he sees your glossy, tearful eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“You scared me.” You whisper, voice slightly cracking. Your heart was still pounding while Taehyung sighs.

“I know, fuck. I know baby. I won’t scare you like that ever again, I was just s-so angry and I couldn’t stop myself. I won’t ever talk to you like that, understand me?”

“Yes, Tae.”

Sniffing, you rest your cheek against his chest, arms wrapping around his waist. The warmth of his body radiates into yours, slowly calming you down. It was like you saw a different person just a minute ago. You can’t speak, not having the energy to do so.

“Let’s go home, okay?” He says, and you nod your head. You want nothing else than to be alone with him.

You puff out a large huff of breath once the two of you have stepped foot inside his house, Taehyung locking the front door. He removes your school bag and places it neatly on a nearby counter. Without wasting any time, he suddenly swoops you off your feet and carries you bridal-style.

“Tae!” you squeal, the nickname making him blush. He starts to walk up the long flight of stairs up to his room while you tightly hold onto his shoulders, trying not to fall back.

Once you both arrive in his room, he carefully rests you down on the soft comfort of his king-sized bed. Taehyung takes off his suit jacket and you watch him put it on a loveseat’s armrest. He takes his shoes off, instantly feeling butterflies when he flashes you his winning smile.

God, was he always this hot?

“What are you doing?” you whisper, palms slowly getting sweaty as Taehyung runs a hand through his black hair. Taehyung feels something primal inside him, his mind racing with lewd thoughts while your body unconsciously writhes on the bed. Why are you like this? Why do you always have to look so pure every time he's about to ruin you?

You watch him walk over to his closet, a smirk glued on his face as he rummages through his belongings. Taehyung bites his lip as he goes through all of the toys he's bought at the sex store a few days ago. He wonders what he will use next on you.

Whips? Floggers? No, he's not going to punish you.

Anal beads? The hot pink butt plug he chose for you? Not today.

Rope? Maybe next time.

“Ahh,” he muses, releasing a dark chuckle when he finds something he can use. You can't see anything besides his broad back facing you, yet you can hear how he laughs devilishly.

“Tae?”

His heart clenches from hearing the soft tone of your voice, just like a little kitten's meow. Fuck, he didn't know that a sound like that can turn him on so much.

He swiftly turns around for a moment, observing you with a raised brow. He stands as if dripping in dominance, his arms crossed together. Your eyes can't seem to connect with his because you're afraid that you'll literally melt beneath his hot gaze. The atmosphere seems to thicken, your mouth going dry when you took note of the large tent underneath his pants. You unwillingly close your legs together, biting your lip as you feel your pussy throb.

Taehyung clenches his jaw at the sight, “Hm?”

You immediately shake your head side to side, a blush forming your cheeks. “N-Nothing…”

He abruptly walks up to you and crawls on the bed, moving up until he is face to face with you. You suddenly can't breathe. He lowers himself until you can feel his crotch against your covered cunt, feeling how hard he is. A moan goes past your lips, “O-oh, Tae…”

Suddenly, he wraps his big hand around your throat, squeezing it tightly enough to choke you. The feeling was different than you expected, it feels good. He snickers, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Tae? Is that my name, hm?”

“A-ahh,” he squeezes your throat harder, your pussy clenching as you can confirm yourself dripping onto your panties.

“Answer, baby girl, or I swear to fucking god,” Taehyung taunts with a growl, grinding his crotch harder against you. He tries to calm himself down before he can go overboard, before he goes past your limits. And by the way you were looking at him so innocently, so purely – was making it harder for him.

‘Calm down, Taehyung.’ He thinks to himself.

“I'm s-sorry, sir.” You purr, staring up at him with lust-blown eyes.

“That’s right,” he grunts, fluttering his eyes close for a moment as he drives his hips a little bit harder. His cock was aching, begging to be released.

Your hands grip on the white sheets, not knowing where to place them. Your chest was heaving up and down as you feel your stomach turning, your mind hazy while the sensation was already so much for you. His deep groans and hums were making you lose your sanity.

“Arms up,” he commands, and you do just that. He grins while he pushes your sweater up and throws it somewhere on the plush carpeted floor.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side for a second, eyes obviously ogling your pretty chest. He bites his lip from the sight of your bra, the cute pastel pink color somehow made him hornier. You cheeks blush horribly, wanting to cover your face but Taehyung was quicker to hold them up, grabbing your wrists in one hand. “Nuh-uh, baby girl. Let me see this adorable face, hm?”

You can’t look straight in his eyes. If you will, you’d absolutely crumble beneath him. Taehyung lowers his head down until his lips come in contact with your collarbones, peppering wet and seductive kisses all over your chest. You can feel that he was smirking. Goosebumps arise from your skin when he suddenly licks a wet stripe from the base of your neck and up to your jaw, sensitive as you feel his hot breath.

You can’t help but whimper, tugging on your hands but Taehyung holds your wrists tighter.

“If you keep whimpering like that, baby girl,” you gasp when he bites your shoulder, “You’re gonna make it harder for the both of us.”

What does that even mean? You look at him in utter confusion although he only chuckles. Taehyung stands back up to get something from his closet. You were already sweating and he’s only getting started!

“Remove your pants for me, angel.”

Again, not wanting to disobey him, you fumble with the buttons of your jeans and you tug the clothing down as fast as you can, throwing it down on the floor.

Your eyes widen when Taehyung suddenly, without any delay, holds out two pairs of steel handcuffs and a pink leather – choker looking thing – with a black rubber ball attached to it.

What the fuck was that?!

Taehyung chews on his bottom lip as he studies your reaction. He places the toys on the bedside table before he strips himself in only his boxers. Unwillingly, you lick your dry lips from the sight of the prominent outline of his big cock.

“Sir,” you mewl, eyes drooping down as if begging for something, “W-What’s that?” You point at the leather toy, your heart suddenly pounding out of your chest.

He kneels on either side of your hips, sitting on your lap as he grabs the toy. His smirk never wears off from his face and you were sure that he was utterly cruel. You feel small under him, not having any control.

Yet that’s what you like.

“This is called a gag ball, angel.” He utters in an authoritarian tone, looking straight at your glistening orbs. “It’s to keep your pretty mouth shut.”

“Oh,” you whisper, the toy intimidating you. The ball was so big though! “Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable?”

Taehyung leans down on your ear and chuckles deeply, the vibrations going straight down to your dripping core, “That’s the fun of it all, baby. Letting yourself completely submit to me, allowing me to play and torture your body, giving me all the control. It’s what you signed up for, isn’t it baby?”

Gulping the huge lump in your throat, you nod once.

“Do I have your consent to all of this?”

“Yes sir.” You say wholeheartedly. You weren’t merely doing all of this for his own pleasure, but for yourself too. You want to explore a lot more and discover new things about yourself that you wouldn’t figure out without his help. Taehyung’s a person you can trust, you’ve come to learn that.

“Good girl,” he growls, satisfied from your words while his hands reach to grab the handcuffs. “Pick a safe word.”

Oh god. What will he do to you that requires a safe word?

Your mind fumbles with random words until you settle with something; “Coffee,” you grin.

Taehyung hums, nodding as he gets the reason why you chose that word, “Very good, angel.”

Hearing the metal clinking with each other as he cuffs your wrists to the headboard was making your body tremble. You were so used to gripping on the sheets, on his hair, wherever. And allowing him to remove that sense of touch away from you will make it exciting for him. Taehyung feels his dick tremble when he finally finishes cuffing you, forehead creasing from the hot sight.

“Shit, baby girl,” he grunts, “Try to pull on it.”

The metal clinks on the headboard and it slightly stings your skin. Taehyung brushes his hair back, “Mhmm, that’s good. Gonna bruise your wrists – wouldn’t it?” he mockingly asks you as if he doesn’t already know the answer. Before, he used fuzzy handcuffs on you and it didn’t hurt your wrists that much, yet now without the furry material, you were a hundred percent sure that it’s going to mark your skin.

“Yeah,” you mewl, “It’s gonna hurt.”

“Aww, you’ll get used to it angel. You wouldn’t even feel the pain when my cock’s pounding in and out your tight pussy.”

Taehyung uses both hands to grope your breasts, feeling your hard nipples poking up the thin, flimsy material of your bra. He growls and as if something snaps inside of him, he rips your bra in two.

“Ta– sir!” you gasp, eyes wide. He doesn’t waste any time and he dives his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking harshly as his tongue flicks vigorously. “Oh, mnghh,” you tug on the cuffs and you hiss from the stinging pain. “S-Sir!”

“I’ll buy you a fucking new one,” he moans, “A much sexier one.”

He twists your abandoned nipple with his thumb and index finger, your back arching upwards when he applies a tight pressure on your sensitive bud. He growls, licking around your areola. “A-Ahh, sir! Fuck…”

“Like that?” he mutters teasingly, raising a brow at you as he runs his tongue along your boobs, running it to the valley of your breasts until it reaches your other nipple. He gives it the same treatment, sucking harshly, nibbling sharply. The pain makes your body arch, arms tugging on the restraints again and you wanted to cry.

“Ohhh, baby,” he fakes being sincere, your cute whimpers and whines feeding the utter dominance in him. It was only getting him riled up even more. “That hurts, huh? Mhmm does it hurt baby?”

Before you can reply, he does it again – but harder. He digs his teeth on your abused bud and bites on it, rolling it along his teeth as his tongue flicks it again and again. “Aahh! Oh my god!” Taehyung growls and tugs it upward, and you can feel your body burn in pain and pleasure as if you just got electrocuted. He releases your nipple, letting it snap back to its original place.

You whine loudly, your hand instinctively wanting to grope your boob to ease the pain but the cuffs restricted.

Taehyung throws you an evil smirk, “What is it, hm, little one? Wanna touch yourself?”

Nodding furiously, you beg with your eyes droopy, “Please,” you whisper.

“Too fucking bad.”

He grabs the gag and wraps it around your head, your eyes getting a little bit watery. Taehyung looks like a completely different person above you. If his normal self was already intimidating then imagine how he’d be now. He was like an animal, a predator playing with it’s prey before he digs in. You were scared for your life.

“Open your mouth.”

He places the ball at the anterior of your mouth and you thought that you’re supposed to put the whole thing in, but no. He instructs you to bite on the ball, leaving it half-inside your mouth. You furrow your brows, it wasn’t even that bad! You look up at him in confusion yet he only scoffs, knowing what you’re thinking about. Taehyung fondles with the clasp of the toy, and suddenly it gets tighter.

You couldn’t bite on the ball anymore because it automatically feeds inside your mouth, forcing your jaw to slack as you struggle to breathe. You remind yourself to breathe through your nose.

Taehyung leans down and presses a tender, loving kiss on your forehead as he strokes your hair away from your face. “Hmm, is that okay angel? Not too tight?”

You nod your head. Letting him know that you were alright. Even though you felt helpless, you’ve already completely submitted yourself to him and there’s no going back.

“Good girl. Since you can’t speak anymore – I want you to kick me when it gets too rough for you, okay? Understood? And I’ll stop completely.” Taehyung breathes out the last sentence, eyeing you up and down like you were some delicious eye-candy. You look beautiful.

You badly wanted to talk, to address him as ‘sir’ like you were taught to, but you guessed that this was part of everything. You nod fully.

And with that, he pulls your soaked panties down wastes no time to push his long, slender middle finger in.

Taehyung hears the handcuffs jingle and your muffled moans as he works his digit in and out, not giving you any time to adjust. “Be a big girl and take it.” He grunts, adding a second finger in. He stretches your walls out, doing scissoring motions as his eyes drink in the sight of your juices flowing out from your drenched hole and to the sheets.

“Mmm, look at this pretty mess,” he chuckles, “So fucking wet for me already. I don’t even get to do anything and you’re already soaked.”

Taehyung starts to fuck your cunt with his fingers. Wet, squelching sounds fill the air as your eyes roll to the back of your head. He fucks you knuckle-deep, making fast ‘come here’ motions as his fingers were in a quest to find your g-spot.

You whimpered into the silicone ball, bucking your hips up as you feel more needier for his cock. You wanted to beg, to yell, but everything was preventing you from doing so. You can feel a layer of sweat form in your forehead and on your back, the air in the room getting hotter.

“Mm, so tight baby,” he muses, “So tight around my fingers.”

He dives down and circles your clit with his tongue, your nerves instantly firing up as the hairs on your skin stand from the intoxicating feeling. He smirks, sucking on your clit as his fingers finally found the spongy feeling of your g-spot. He focuses his fingers there, thrusting in and out as he flicks his tongue at an inhumane speed. Your wrists were burning from all of the pulling, hips trembling uncontrollably.

Your mind gets dizzy in pleasure, moaning loudly when he unexpectedly prods a third finger inside. Three fingers stretch your walls out, your eyes closing shut tight while you yell into the ball. You feel a tight knot in your stomach already as Taehyung continues to abuse your poor cunt.

“Stretch this pussy out nice and good for my dick,” he growls, “Yeah? You’re already close aren’t you?”

You can’t even force yourself to nod as you remove all control from your body, letting him do whatever he wants to you. “Cum on my fingers, baby girl. C’mon, hm? Let me taste your cum.”

Somehow his words send you over the edge, hearing him release deep grunts from the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers. Your mind clouds in lust as the knot in your stomach snaps, finally gushing your cum out of your system. His fingers were coated in your thick juices when he pulled out, not hesitating to lick it clean.

The sight was alluring, making your tummy twist. He keeps his eye contact with you and stares at you seductively, sending you a wink as he licks his fingers clean. “Taste so fucking delicious, baby girl.”

Taehyung hovers his body above yours, whimpering when he starts to remove his boxers. You can never get used to his size.

His cock was dripping in precum that oozes out of the angry, bulbous head, shaft thick and covered in prominent veins. Instinctively, your hips buck up in need and Taehyung chuckles, the vibrations resonating in his chest as he muses your reaction.

Taehyung firmly grips his dick and strokes it a couple of times while he watches how your eyebrows dip down, toes curling. You’ve never felt so hungry and desperately his cock since right now. You throw your head back, the gag muffling your moans when he suddenly starts to rub his length through your wet folds, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive clit. Taehyung mutters curses under his breath, your legs twitching.

“Fuck, what a sensitive little angel I have right here,” he snarls, slapping your pussy a couple of times. “How can you handle my cock then, huh?”

“Mmmph, s-sir,” you try to say, batting your eyelashes at him. He cocks an eyebrow up, cupping your throbbing pussy with his large hand, “Yeah? Can you handle it?” He leans down and whispers darkly in your ear, “Can you take this cock?”

Nodding up and down, “Mhmm!”

“Good girl, baby.” He kisses your forehead delicately and hums, pressing his tip against your entrance. Closing your eyes shut, Taehyung firmly grasps your hips with one hand. “Mmm, that’s right baby, breathe for me, breathe…”

Your nails dig into the skin of your palm as you feel your walls stretch from his thick cock. You let out a throaty moan, legs quivering while he tries to calm you down by scattering kisses all over the crook of your neck. You pull on the handcuffs, your body arching back once again, his dick almost halfway in. He was so large, feeling him hit all of the unexplored nerves inside you.

“Fuck, Y/n, your pussy’s so tight, shit.” His words paired with that deep, raspy voice was making your head spin in pleasure, wanting nothing more than to tug on his hair or scratch his back, but the goddamn cuffs weren’t letting you. You can’t even speak coherently! You feel so good, yet the stretch was burning your cunt.

Your pussy flutters tightly around his dick when he goes even deeper than before, filling you up. Taehyung suddenly growls while shutting his eyes for a brief moment. And the second he reopens them, there’s a much darker shade of black in his eyes, irises blown out. “Stop fucking clenching so tightly or else. Do you wanna get punished, huh? Y/n?”

You shake your head no, mewling as you try to relax your muscles.

“Good. You wouldn’t want that anyway.”

Before you can even comprehend his reply, he pulls his dick all the way out – leaving just the very tip in, before he shoves all of his length inside.

“Aaaah, fuck!” You can feel his dick throb inside of you as he starts to pound your cunt, pulling all the way out and slamming it back in. Hearing Taehyung growl right above your ear made the butterflies in your stomach flutter furiously, your hole clenching around him so tightly. He mutters deep mhmm’s and grunts, lost in the feeling of your wet walls.

He was thrusting at an unbelievable speed, hips moving like it was made to fuck. The pleasure was overwhelming, still so sensitive from your last orgasm and it wasn’t hard for you to grow into another climax. You involuntarily close your legs shut but he places his hand on your thigh, forcing it back open. “Don’t.” He groans, “Don’t fucking close your legs.”

Whimpering into the toy, you stare at him with glossy eyes while his dick hits your g-spot. “R-Right there!” you yell in a muffled voice, earning a harsh, deep thrust from him.

Taehyung keeps fucking you into the mattress while he thinks about how absolutely torn you looked. Underneath him, cuffed up and gagged. He couldn’t believe that he finally got you in this position, after all his dirty, filthy fantasies. He was so fucking excited that everything he wanted turned into a reality. The way that your eyes looked as he pounded you was driving him wild. Your big, innocent-looking eyes just staring at him while he destroys your cunt - the contradiction of it all - was so amusing to him.

Something about you that he couldn’t explain. You were ethereal. Like an unhealthy drug for him. He was addicted to you.

“You like that baby girl, yeah? Like my big cock slamming into you?” he muses, feeling your walls tightening around him. He chuckles when you struggle to answer, noticing strings of saliva dripping down your chin. He fucks you deeper.

“Ohh, what a messy little angel i’ve got here…” he leans down and licks the saliva off of your chin, making your body chill from the surprising action. “Drooling all over herself.”

And it was there again, your climax coming faster than the previous one. Your legs shake as you try to hold it in but it was all too much, happening too fast. You cum all over his cock without the energy of saying anything, your whole body trembling as the sheets rustle underneath you. Taehyung gasps, furrowing his forehead. He can’t move or a brief moment from how tight you were squeezing his dick.

“Fuck, cum baby, that’s right. Make a fucking mess on my dick.”

You feel so euphoric, never feeling this amount of pleasure in your entire life. Your vision blacks out for a quick second, seeing little white stars while he continues to thrust his hips a little bit slower this time.

Taehyung can’t seem to take in anymore so he reaches his hands behind your head and unclasps the gag, removing it from you. You inhale a large breath as you can finally breathe properly. “Sir,” you whimper, your energy drained out, “S-So sensitive.”

“Shh, shh, baby,” he coos, removing his cock out as your cum drips down to your asshole and down to the sheets. He was still rock hard, and you feel bad for it. “Don’t worry angel, c’mere, let me fuck your throat.”

You nod, looking up with weary eyes while he straddles your chest, placing the tip of his angry-red cock right above your lips. You open your mouth immediately, making him chuckle, “Good girl.”

Taehyung pushes his cock past your lips and you instantly moan from the taste of your own cum. He throws his head back, holding onto the headboard as he starts to slowly thrust himself in and out. “Suck on it, angel. Use your tongue.”

You hollow your cheeks the best that you can, slacking your jaw while you try to take his cock in the best that you can. He was so thick, the tangy-sweet taste of your own cum coating your tongue while you swirled around his tip. His deep moans and grunts were turning you on, encouraging you to do better. Taehyung stops halfway when your mouth chokes around his cock, gagging sounds make him roll his eyes back in bliss. He grabs a hold of your head and forces his dick a little bit deeper, the vibrations of your moans were electrifying his body.

He quickly starts to fuck your mouth, shoving his length in and out like an animal. He wasn’t thinking clearly as he focuses on the sound of your whimpers and the feeling of your throat closing around him. His cock twitches, your tongue sliding against the underside of his shaft. Your saliva drips down to your chin again as you look up at him with watery eyes. He bites his lip from how hot you looked with his cock choking your mouth.

“Fuck yeah, that mouth feels so good,” he gasps, “I’m gonna cum angel, gonna cum down that pretty throat.”

The choking sounds were music to his ears, feeling your throat closing around him repeatedly until he finally spills his hot, sticky load down. Your eyes widen in shock and Taehyung pulls out, starting to stroke his length vigorously. Strings of cum come shooting out, coating your chest and a little bit on your face. You’ve never felt dirtier in your entire life. Taehyung moans out your name, drenching his cock to the very hilt.

Taehyung never once judged you for who you are. In the beginning, you worried if you’ll ever even reach the expectations given to you. Being his submissive means letting him control your body and letting him do whatever he wants to you with consent. You wouldn’t think in your entire years of living that you’ll agree on something absurd like this. But as intimidating as he is, Taehyung happily gives you the ropes and helps you climb it. You love how he never lets you walk alone. He was always there to guide you – and you love him for that.

But love? That’s a word holding so much weight.

Even though you’re starting to learn how to be open and bold, there’s still one thing you’re afraid of.

Catching feelings.

You’re still just a normal college student! It’s normal! But when you’re with someone who’s constantly making you feel butterflies in your stomach and making you blush, someone who’s always taking care of you like nobody did – more than your parents did, and someone who makes you feel special – it’s hard not to fall for someone like that. Like Taehyung. And it’s so fucking scary to know if he ever loves you back.

Thanks for reading and being patient! The taglist is closed, and I apologize if I couldn’t/forgot to add you <3

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FAVORITE FANFICS OF 2020

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

I know I speak for all when I say....I cannot wait to toss 2020 out the door the way Uncle Phil constantly did with Jazz. One of the things that got me through this rough year, besides family & friends & BTS, were fanfics.

It’s that time of year again where I make a list of all the fanfics that I absolutely adored. Some are by veteran favs of mine, others are new to me who just knocked it out of the park. If you’re interested in past lists, here is 2019′s list and 2018′s. If y’all are interested in doing your own fanfic favs of the year, please do so and tag me. Always on the hunt for new favs.

So without furhter ado, my fav fanfics of 2020:

1). Another Word for Forever series by stardropdream (sheith)

Summary: Shiro knows better than to expect love in an arranged marriage. This is all for the sake of universal peace, after all, and solidifying a Terran-Galran alliance. At the very least, Shiro can hope to make a friend out of this. Becoming friends would be much easier, though, if he and his husband could actually communicate.

With a language barrier and a mountain of cultural differences between them, getting to know Keith proves to be a challenge. Luckily, Shiro's always worked well with challenges.

2020 shockingly became the year of sheith. I ended up rewatching the show w/my bestie @littlenightdragon. Diving more deeply into it w/my other bestie @kila09. She and I spent the better half of this year devouring so many fanfics of them in various AUs. I came across new fanfic authors, and stardropdream is among them.

If I could describe this series & stardropdream, I’ll take a cue from Lady Gaga: “ talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it”

This series was just PERFECTION. I’ve gotten into arranged-marriage AUs and this has been one of the best I’ve read. It was just perfection. The language barrier definitely added an extra charm to it, in which Shiro finds his own ways to get to know his husband better: both creative and funny ways. So many cute moments, so many funny moments with Hunk being the translating middle man between them, and the smut. THE SMUT. THE SMUT. THE SMUT. Just *chef’s kiss* Incredible. It was just so so sweet, and such a comfort read. I reread this series 5 times already and hope Robin (the writer) does more stories in this AU.

Please read this series. You’re not gonna regret it. It will MELT your heart.

Honorable Mentions:

If I Called You Mine

Sail Across the Sky Just to Get to You

Finding Shelter (The Alien Baby Remix)

Say You Do(n’t)

2). The Golden Hour by @goldentruth813 (sheith)

Summary: After a space mission failure, Shiro loses his arm and his career. Two years later he's settled into a quiet and simple new life on his farm, but when a beautiful alien crashes in his field, he discovers the answers to his questions—and possibly the keys to his future—will come from the stars.

I’m sure no one, least of all Janel the writer herself, is surprised to see this author featured on this list. For now the 3rd year in a row. WOOOW 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿 She is the reason I got into shieth, and she just continues to put out amazing conent with them. This story by far has been the best she’s done this year-possibly one of the best ever.

We have Shiro trying to have a simple life at the farm with his dog and animals. A curious BOM Keith who shakes things up with his boldness/innocence-and questions bound to test blood pressure, especially Shiro’s. Loads of cute moments, loads of funny moments, and also loads of oreos.

If summary and my thoughts don’t sell you, only one thing will: reading it for yourself.

Honorable mentions:

Two Hearts in Bloom

Mountain Men

Home is in Your Heart

3). Spun like Gold by Neyasochi (sheith)

Summary: Though Shiro is currently operating his fledgling bakery business out of a decrepit food truck he got for cheap in a repossession sale, he dreams of something more: a cozy bakery and cafe on a tree-lined street somewhere, filled with the smell of fresh coffee and sugar glaze instead of diesel. A little money could go a long way to helping him get off the ground-- and luckily, Keith has money to burn.

Or: Keith takes care of Shiro’s financial woes, in exchange for a little sugar.

OMG, OMG, OMG was this story so sweet. Neyasochi already sold me with the baking/baker Shiro trope, but went a step further throwing in sugar-daddy Keith who knows his way around his manic family and cars, but when it comes to asking a cute guy out? What better way to make an impression than becoming his best paying customer?

Honorable mentions:

oh, devour me

Healing Touch

on your hand of gold

4). The Destiny You Sold by @tryslora (drarry)

Summary: In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them.

If there’s one thing I love about fanfics is how they introduce you to tropes you never would consider before. Draco and knitting was a combo I didn’t realize how much I needed until now. And I love the fact knitting played a big part of the accidental bonding. Also loved the fact everyone in their friend group shipped them like crazy. Highly, highly recommend

5) What’s My Age Again? by @lazywonderlvnd (drarry)

Summary: Harry Potter has had enough of pleasing the public, and his reckless tendencies are finally getting out of hand.

The Quidditch World Cup is only a week away; as Captain of the English National Team, Hermione has assured him that his immaturity won’t be tolerated by the Ministry.

And then Malfoy shows up.

(Inspired by the blink-182 song of the same name.)

It’s no secret that I’m such a fangirl of @lazywonderlvnd. Any drarry story I read, I always love. Last year, I ADORED The Changing Lights, which was one of my favorites last year, and her updating/finishing the story was a massive highlight for me. I thank ya for that.

This story was honestly refreshing. I’ve grown so used to Harry being responsible, always doing what’s right, that seeing a story where Harry pretty much has his middle finger in the air to “good reputation”, “being responsible,” because as he brought up: “I’m 25. I’ve been fighting all my life. I’ve earned my life to have fun.”

Okay, granted, it wasn’t quite like that but it was along those lines. And I agree. After all he went through, Harry deserves to have fun. He deserves to be reckless and make stupid decisions.

Also, it was such a blast reading a story where Harry is the brat & Draco has to keep him in line. LOVED.

Honorable mentions:

Inside Your Mind

Aletheia

6). Chocolate and Pastry by agentmoppet, anemonen (drarry)

Summary: When Pansy bets Draco that there is no chance he and Harry could carry out a genuine romantic relationship, he and Harry form a plan. But as their fake relationship progresses, Draco sees a side of Harry he never expected. Harry is struggling with something, pushing it far down inside him where he doesn't have to acknowledge its existence. Draco starts to worry, and then he starts to care, and then... horribly... he starts to fall in love.

Do not let the title fool you like it did me. Title alone, I was thinking it was going to be a fun, fluffy story involving baking, maybe chocolate crafting. However....it was not that at all. It was more. A lot deeper. A lot more angsty. It explored mental health, PTSD and the dangers of loved ones ignoring the signs, and contained an important message:

You can’t love someone out of their illness/disease/ addiction. Which is true and this story showed that.

7). i’m still here by owedbetter (zutara)

Summary: "You see me."

And somehow, that makes all the difference.

If there’s one of the few good things 2020 has brought, it was Netflix bringing back ATLA to their library. Which in turn ignited my love for zutara & had me drag @kila09 into that ship.

This story was just incredible. The way it was written, it really felt like it could have been canon. Deleted scenes that a certain creator didn’t want us to see. The way Zuko and Katara came together, starting from their peaceful friendship after the Southern Raiders episode up, becoming closer along the way.

I dare y’all to read this and not think OMG...is this secret canon bonus material? I definitely plan to read more by owedbetter.

8). all the what ifs i never said by rosegardenlake (sheith)

Summary: Keith is nine when he first notices Shiro. Shiro is gentle and quiet, always keeping to himself. Keith is rough and loud, running wherever his feet will take him, screaming on the top of his lungs into the wind. But despite that, they're a constant throughout each other's lives...if only that could be enough. As they grow, Keith just wants them both to be happy, but instead, he's falling apart.

Rosegardenlake is another sheith writer who I adored last year & adore this year as well. This was a story that I read during the beginning of quarantine-life and when I tell you the number of times Keith’s emotions of loneliness got to me, it’s a big number.

Keith’s struggle with life after high school, after peaking in school, and his mental health reminded me too much of where I was at 2018, which wasn’t a good year for me at all, especially mentally. So that was triggering but it was also helpful since I saw how far I came. And it was beautiful seeing how far Keith came.

Also the relationship between Shiro and Keith was just beautiful. It’s very funny how Keith was Shiro’s protector growing up and Shiro became Keith’s later on in life. There’s a chance your heart may be heavy, but will also be so swelled up with feelings these two bring it.

Honorable mentions:

Where the Light Doesn’t Reach

9). When Night Comes by Oh_Hey_Tae (BTS; poly ot7)

Summary: Jungkook’s tipsy, but he’s not buzzed enough to miss that he doesn’t recognize any of the four dozen people here. And seeing as his friends aren’t ones to ditch and there’s no way they’d play a prank this mean on him, Jungkook reaches the conclusion that he just walked into a stranger’s very expensive home, uninvited, and started eating their food and petting their well-dressed dog.

(Or: Jungkook shows up to the wrong Halloween party and meets the most powerful family in Seoul.)

I can easily say Oh_Hey_Tae easily one of my favorite BTS fanfic favs. Always come through with the stories, and this one was just amazing. We have Jungkook stumbling into a Halloween story, and soon enters into a intense, insane relationship with all six guys, who are already in a relationship with each other. Oh, and supernatural creatures at that.

You do see certain relationships are stronger, deeper. For example, a lot of moments between Jin and Jungkook. Vmin has their own story and moments. But it was just so amazing.

Fair warning. Halfway through, things get darker and Oh_My_Tae really loves playing readers diirty with the angst, but it’s so good.

10). peace-weaver by magisterpavus (sheith)

Summary: You will be the peace-weaver, his mother told him, smiling though her dark eyes welled with unshed grief. The one who brings two bitter enemies together and ends the bloodshed and death between us, once and for all.

But men will always crave war. The Galra, most of all.

Yet another arranged-marriage AU that I loved. This particular one is well-loved in the sheith fandom. I can definitely say it’s considered one of the classic fanfics that’s been read or shared at one point or another.

The story itself reminded me a lot of Macbeth, involving murder and dark forces at bay. The dynamics between Shiro and Keith reminded me of Drogo and Daenerys from GOT, one of my fav couples there, which only made it all the more better for me.

I do credit the author for the creative approach they took with quintessence and Shiro’s role/persona as the Champion

Honorable mentions:

The Boy in the Window

Sheith Demon/Priest AU

A Matter of Scale

Directive

Honorable mentions that I seriously wanted to add to the list but this post is already lengthy. All amazing, all greats reads by various writers y’all should check out:

Hold Me Tight, or Don’t by snowfallen (yoonmin with a Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU featuring assassins and hitmen, secret identities, fake marriage, and a lot of smut)

The Prince and Pirate by Maniacani, @nerdherderette (drarry with a splash of royalty and pirates. Perfect if you’re needing to fill in any Pirates of the Caribbean or Black Sails cravings)

First Kisses are the Best Ones by SashaDistan (sheith in a 50 First Dates Fusion heartfelt/heart-gutting story)

freely, as men strive for right by @bixgirl1 (drarry w/Harry explaining the many ways why Draco’s the love of his life. we love to see it)

The Sacrificed by SasuNarufan13 (sasunaru w/ dark fairytale elements similar to Little Red Riding Hood & Beauty and the beast + feat. mpreg)

Chasing Treacle Tart (and Draco Malfoy) by xErised (drarry feat. lunch lady Draco + scheming Harry + loads of fun w/sweets & more)

Red Desert by @beatitudinembty (taekook in a unique sci-fi AU; hard to explain but so worth a read

one way ticket to another life by starboykeith (sheith Hades x Persephone background)

Even So by lewilder (zutara; arranged marriage+ language barrier +soft strangers to lovers)

Well, lovely people, there you have it. My top 10 favorite fanfics of the year. I do notice a certain ship shows up a lot on this list, but I wasn’t kidding when I said they took over this year. Still, I tried to mix the list up with other fav ships/fandoms of mine. To the writers who created these incredible stories. I applaud you. I thank you for creating and sharing these wonderful stories. Anyone interested in doing the tag, please do.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS

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what are some of the most filthiest fics you've ever read?

this is the HARDEST ASK I have received so far, I spaced out after seeing this ask trying to recall every single filthy fic I ever read because there’s a lot but I will only be adding three fics per member for this ask, now, what I consider filthy may not be your cup of tea or may seem vanilla to y’all but to each their own, btw filthy to me includes threesomes to gangbangs because we’re weak for double penetration in this house, a lot of cum play and sloppy seconds, dirty talk, degradation, and more ~ by more I mean feelings, I need to feel something before drowning me in good explicit smut but I like pwps too lol, anyway, enough of my ramblings let’s get to the list! | 🍒

NOTE: please check all tags and warnings before reading a fic, read any of these at your own risk!

TOP PICKS

❥ The Hills by @minflix➴ Ski-Trip/Vacation!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok | Series➴ A ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen.

❥ Pour Up by jungxkook (deactivated/story no longer here on tumblr)➴ Fuckboy/Fratboy!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You like to pretend you hate Jungkook and Taehyung but sleeping with both of them doesn’t sound so terrible especially when you’re drunk and faded.

❥ Extreme Obsession by saylilirose➴ Psychological/Yandere!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ In life, you meet one person that you live and grow old with.

You? You meet seven.

But your love? Non-existent.

But theirs? Real…and obsessive.

Which turns deadly and dangerous.

Without hesitation.➴ NOTE: this story contains heavy/dark/taboo themes and this isn’t for everyone, make sure you read all tags and warnings before starting this fic, you’ve been warned.

Kim Namjoon

❥ Miss Communication by @dovechim➴ Poly!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Poly relationships can be complicated. especially one where there’s an established hierarchy, and someone decides to break the rules. in a series of miscommunications between your boyfriends, you find yourself being the conveyor of peace and something else that isn’t quite what you expected.

❥ Tigerboy by @joonbird➴ Hybrid!AU | Namjoon x Reader | One-Shot➴ “You, a docile rabbit hybrid, have been waiting a long time to meet the mysterious tiger hybrid, Kim Namjoon.”

❥ Criminal by @teawithkpop➴ Criminal/Police!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Namjoon is a wanted criminal, and he decides he wants you to be his ‘last meal’ before he’s booked.

Kim Seokjin

❥ The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin➴ Devil!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

❥ Off-Limits by @floralseokjin➴ Brother’s Bestfriend!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ You’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

❥ In The Bleak Midwinter by @pcyheartgirlx➴ Idol/Escort!AU | Seokjin x Reader x Chanyeol | Series➴ We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.

You own a multi-billion dollar company, servicing the biggest names in kpop, in more ways than one. Under the name “Starlight Catering”, you, your best friends, Damon and Maya, and your hundreds of workers provide stress relief for idols.

You have partially retired, not because you didn’t want to, but because Chanyeol was your muse. He was all that you had time for and all you needed. Until Jin came along.

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

Min Yoongi (hardest list to make, I have a lot of good Yoongi filth T_T)

❥ Zelus by bumblexfox➴ Sugar Daddy/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader | One-Shot➴ Yoongi becomes jealous when your close friend Jungkook puts his hands all over you right infront of his face. So, Yoongi decides to make sure you know who you really belong to.

❥ Dead Leaves by wrienne➴ Detective!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jimin | Series➴ In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency.

❥ Hyung, Open the Door by @gotmetalkinginmysleep➴ Idol!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

Jung Hoseok

❥ Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la➴ Idol!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot➴ Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

❥ See Both Sides Like Chanel by @minflix➴ Rich Kids/FWB!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot➴ You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.

But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

❥ Langour by @littlemisskookie➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot➴ Hoseok’s got a lust-driven thirst for his step sister.

Park Jimin

❥ Sharing is Caring by @littlemisskookie➴ Prostitution!AU | Seokjin x Reader x Jimin | One-Shot➴ Jin graciously decides to loan you to handsome Park Jimin for the night.

❥ Power Play by @dovechim➴ Pornstar!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ You know him as the A-lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single-handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.

❥ Neighbors by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ Neighbors!AU | Jimin x Reader | Series➴ Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He, however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook (because majority of my fave filth includes these two ~ I am breaking the 3 fics list for them because I can dsjkhfkjasdhf)

❥ Clandestine by @ditzymax➴ Assassin!AU | Taehyung x Named OC x Jungkook | Series➴ As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has many shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are other things he must never know.

❥ Shameless by @imaginethisbts➴ Voyeurism/Exhibitionism!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party.

❥ When You Least Expect It by @johobi➴ F2L/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last-ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

❥ Stealing the Bite by @wildernessuntothemselves➴ Supernatural!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In a world populated by the supernatural, witches were the most despised and mistrusted of creatures. Everyone desired to make use of their powers but no one was willing to be seen openly conferring with them. And so there came to pass a heinous practice: Small covens of witches were isolated and kept under wraps in every kingdom, to be utilized when needed, and kept under close watch to prevent them from rebelling.

Growing up in a kingdom ruled by werewolves, abuse and scorn were a fact of life, but you were determined to put an end to it. You devised a devious plan to gain power, and it involved a certain prince.

❥ The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot➴ Poly/Tattoo!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

❥ Maid for You by @forgottenpasta➴ Idol!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ As Bangtan’s dorm maid you’re expected to be professional, your identity anonymous. Until Jeongguk finds you on your knees beside his bed, with his rolex in your hand.

❥ Into Temptation by coconutty➴ Demon!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ It was just a dare…

❥ Lust and Errors by @imaginethisbts➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Stepbrother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

❥ What’s Mine is Mine by @avveh➴ Idol!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.

❥ This Isn’t Love Darling by @junqkook➴ Mafia/Escort!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ He tasted of an empty night and an eclipsing moon, with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes when he put his mouth on yours.

❥ Illicit Photography by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ University/Photography!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ You’re a well respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.

❥ My Way by @ellieljade➴ Fuckbuddy!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Jungkook doesn’t appreciate your boyfriend’s insistence that he stop sleeping with you and he knows just how to prove that you like it his way.

OT7

❥ Moth to Flame by @bang-to-the-tan➴ Vampire!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry.

❥ Void by @btssavedmylifeblr➴ Space!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ You are the only female crew member on a 12-year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

❥ Temptation Series by @yminie➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Sleeping Temptation : Yoongi and Jimin come home to find you asleep on the couch. To say they were happy they beat the other members back would be an understatement.

➴ Waking Temptation : Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon are home, and you’re not asleep anymore.

➴ Sweeter Temptation : After an eventful evening, it’s the morning after and Jin’s there to take care of you.

➴ Breaking Temptation : Jungkook ditches movie night for other activities, and you’re not impressed.

❥ Seven Deadly Sins by @mintedmango➴ Demon!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ You stood suddenly, chair being pushed away by the backs of your legs, the rest of the sins standing with you as you looked around in panic. All except Sloth who was out cold in the corner.“Oh, little pet, indeed, I am still hungry.”

❥ Physcom by @teawithkpop➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ AU where live-in Physical Companions are provided to k-pop groups so the members can relieve their sexual related stress and tension - around their busy schedules, of course. You are one such “PhysCom”. However, complications arise when the BTS members start harboring romantic feelings for you. Feelings you’re not sure you can reject with any believable amount of conviction. Such a scandal could result in getting both you and them fired and exposed, ruining any future career options for all parties involved… it turns out the “com” in PhysCom might as well stand for complications.

❥ Cum by @honeymoonjin➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Two-Shot➴ An episode of Run! BTS in which the seven members compete to see who can make you cum first.

❥ The Gentlemen’s Club by @brookelegend➴ Club!AU | OT7 x Reader (Hobi-Centric) | Series➴ You’ve been in a dating drought, more specifically, a sex drought. Your best friend has the perfect remedy for your problem: The Gentlemen’s Club.

#answered #tete-a-tete #anon #recs from hell #rfh:ot7 #rfh:knj #rfh:ksj #rfh:myg #rfh:jhs #rfh:pjm #rfh:kth #rfh:jjk #I have more mature/explicit/filthy fics just check my ficshelf for easy filtering #I was supposed to share my thoughts as to why I think these stories are filthy but decided not to because i don't wanna spoil the smut parts

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indiaalphawhiskey · 3 years

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Is there a certain trope you wish there was more of? If so do you have any WIPs that fall into that category?

Hello, love ♥️

I’m really sorry it took me so long to get around to this, but thanks for talking fic with me!

There are a few tropes I really could read forever and would never complain if there were more of. Off the top of my head, the first three tropes I have in mind are A/B/O, sugarbaby/sugar daddy AUs, and arranged marriage AUs.

And you caught me — I’m the kind of writer who, if she wants to read something that doesn’t exist, she’ll definitely try to write it, so I do have several prompts/drabbles that can fall under these tropes.

For A/B/O, I have @myfineline’s favorite, the Political Unrest snippets:

Louis is the first Omega candidate for Prime Minister, and a week before the election, he wakes up with a death threat nailed to his headboard and no sign of forced entry. Worried about protecting his best friend’s life, Liam Payne, Prince of Wales, insists that, while MI5 work to neutralize the threat, Louis lie low in a remote location with round the clock security in the form of Liam’s former Head of Alpha Cavalry, Harry Styles.

For sugarbaby, I had always intended to write But When We Kiss as a longer fic.

Juggling a demanding grad school schedule and left in debt by his fiancé, Harry Styles isn’t too keen about spending his nights mixing drinks for old men in search of a boy toy to spoil at an elite sugarbaby bar, but he doesn’t really have a choice. Well, that is until the owner overhears him, and benevolently offers to pose as his sugar daddy so lecherous customers will leave him alone.

The deal seems too good to be true. Then again, so does Louis.

And for arranged marriage, I have my super, super old Captive Prince AU snippets:

War does not spare the royal. This, Prince Harry had learned when had lost first his father, then his mother, then his sister, to the brutal four year war for The Border.

In a moment of utter desperation, his uncle and acting Regent offers the other side a simple deal: a peace offering, in the form of The Prince. Faster than a blink, Harry is all but sold to a young king – a stranger he knows only by his terrible reputation. Though resigned to his impending future as the world’s best-kept slave, Harry is still determined to hate his betrothed – his owner, his captor. What’s strange though, is that cruel, King Louis refuses to wed Harry without first getting his consent...

Will I ever write them? ... your guess is as good as mine. 😬😬😬

Let’s talk fic: send me an ask!

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #mood booster

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gwoongi · 4 years

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(abandoned) it’s late, just stay

john wick / reader genre: sugar daddy au rating: general, mature themes words: 2.4k warnings: sugar daddy relationship, slight john wick 2 spoilers i guess a/n: this 1 is for me. i wrote her in a heat,,,she’s literally not finished. but im adding her to my online portfolio 4 the memories. Also fyi the profile was made before i indulged in seeking arrangements and as a sugar baby i know that ur not allowed to mention 90% of brooklynbaby’s bio in ur bio but who cares man this is fiction and im making it up

At that, she tossed her head back with a laugh and leant forward. “And since when are sugar babies a relationship status?”

Sometimes, John doesn’t really know how he gets himself into awkward situations.

The first few occasions, he figured it was merely a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While, actually, this always worked out in his favour, John began to notice that it was more frequent that he ended up at a bar with some people he didn’t really know, or being invited to a baby shower as the date of a woman he had never even met before. Granted, John enjoyed company whenever he could get it, and whenever it avoided conflict; however socialism has never been his strongest asset. No, he simply prefers silent gestures or glances across rooms, ‘eye conversations’ where he says hello and nothing else for the remainder of the evening.

“You just need to loosen up a bit,” is what Addy had told him, whilst slipping him a glass of straight Bourbon. It had been a relatively quiet evening in the Continental, and just when John thought he could have five minutes of peace and quiet, Addy has slipped in his line of sight. “You know, go out. Make new friends.”

“You’re my friend,” John replied. He made no room to elaborate on that statement, swallowing the contents of the drink and pushing it back to her with a short nod. She sighed and rolled her eyes, doing her job.

“No, you know what you really need?” He didn’t answer, glancing at her through his hair as she filled his drink and rested her weight on her elbows. Instantly, John didn’t like the feeling in his stomach when Addy raised her eyebrows suggestively, tugging on her bottom lip with newfound excitement: “I think you need to get laid.”

And when John scoffed with humour, she tried again, “and not like, laid as in you have a one night stand. No- hear me out, John! You should invest in a sugar baby. You know, someone you can spend time with when you’re not doing the dirty work for everybody else. It’s fun, and frisky, and also means you can start spending some of the millions you have stashed somewhere not being used.”

She tutted like a scolding mother, “Selfish boy.” Addy then smiled, “Maybe instead of retirement, what you really need is something to help you unwind.”

John scoffed, gulping back the Bourbon. “I’m married.”

At that, she tossed her head back with a laugh and leant forward. “And since when are sugar babies a relationship status?”

That’s really all the thinking he had done on the subject of John- John fucking Wick- investing in a sugar baby. He simply took it in stride, almost complimented by the assumption that he was attractive and rich enough to have someone leaning on him for money and sex, and stored it away for future thought when he was lost and drunk. John never actually considered the possibility of “putting his bills to good use” until fucking Santino D’Antonio decided to light a bonfire inside his house. Having lost virtually everything related to Helen, he found himself back at the Continental, back to listening to Addy sympathetically give her condolences and five seconds later, introducing him to Seeking Arrangements.

John doesn’t know why he’s doing this, staring at the laptop screen that smiles at him. For circumstances, Addy had loaned him her laptop for the evening he spends at the Continental, and he’s too busy browsing the elaborately made profiles that he barely registers the fact that he is still wearing his suit. He pulls at the cuffs of his blazer and is midway through taking it off when he stumbles across a profile- one of which is oddly amusing- titled brooklynbaby. He racks his mind for the reference but can’t seem to place it.

“A sugar baby suggests that I sleep with them, and as I said,” John had mentioned back in the bar, “I’m married.”

Addy had grabbed his hands and groaned, “Look- you might surprise yourself. And, I’m not suggesting that you throw your wife away for somebody new. I’m just saying you need to...make use of yourself. Honestly, you’re too sexy to be stored away like this. Most sugar babies are dumb and unobservant, they won’t even know who you are.”

brooklynbaby makes an adorably hilarious first impression, and John is hesitant to browse her profile. If he wanted to “make use of himself” by investing all of his personal time into somebody who in truth wanted him for his dick and his bank balance, then it needed to be somebody at least near to his wavelength. Somebody who was smart, but clueless at the same time, and somebody who was the complete opposite of Helen. The last thing he needed on top of a handful of a baby was the guilt of moving on. But still, even when he pinned her tab and returned to scrolling through the profiles, John realised that most sugar babies were simply trolls hidden behind pretty pictures, or girls who wanted money for pleasure and not for need.

He went back to brooklynbaby. Three times. Three times, before he pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a quiet, “Oh, fuck it,” and favoriting her account, and pressing to send a message.

Even online, John was never great with words. He typed, and backspaced, and typed again, trying to come up with something interesting to make up for the bland profile he made around thirty minutes ago.

From: johnwick So. You like dogs?

If Addy were here, she would have slapped him.

Almost immediately after it sends, John lets out a frustrated noise and tears his gaze away from the screen. Dating just wasn’t like how it was when he met Helen. Why did everything have to be so complicated, and mysterious, and why the hell does he even have to waste his money on somebody when he could be saving this money to eventually, whenever the day comes, retire? John wrestles with the dilemma of deleting the whole account when a notification bell rings through the laptop speakers.

From: brooklynbaby yes, I love dogs!!! :D (typing) do you have a dog?

John breathes a sigh of relief.

From: johnwick Yes. I do.

From: brooklynbaby oh, great. :) (typing)

John’s leg begins to bounce quickly, the table wavering with the glass on top, like an earthquake. Suddenly, brooklynbaby stops typing and John stills. Why did she stop? Did he do something wrong? Honestly, women are so hard to please nowadays.

From: brooklynbaby want to be my sugar daddy?

Never mind.

From: johnwick I would.

From: brooklynbaby cool

Neither him or brooklynbaby says anything for a few moments, and John doesn’t notice. After-all, he is still a working man, busy with life and revenge and trying to stay alive for more than three seconds. When he goes back to the laptop and sees no reply, he frowns.

From: johnwick I am sorry. I really don’t know what I’m doing. What am I supposed to say?

He makes a mental reminder to have words with Addy later.

From: brooklynbaby /(*u*)/ you’re cute we could make dinner reservations and talk over terms if you’d like!!! i say reservations because they’re fancy and if anything goes wrong, we can pretend we’re… business partners? discussing business?

Without even really realising, John finds himself laughing shortly, settling back into the chair. All of this feels weird, as in typing to a stranger he’s planning to spend his money on and occasionally fuck. John quickly revisits her profile and spends four minutes analysing her profile picture. If this is her, then she’s really very beautiful. A steal.

From: johnwick When are you free for dinner?

From: brooklynbaby hmm well i’m dogsitting tomorrow, but i can be free for the day after!!!! is that okay ^_^

From: johnwick That would be fine. [Address] at 7pm, does that work for you?

brooklynbaby pauses.

From: brooklynbaby omg am i gonna have to dress fancy?

From: johnwick Don’t feel pressured. I only own black.

From: brooklynbaby well….guess i’ll bring out like one of my old uni party dresses :( but you have to promise not to judge me!!!

John laughs again. At some point during the evening, he ends up with a planned dinner reservation at one of the most expensive restaurants in Brooklyn, and he’s also 2 grand poorer thanks to the generous donation in brooklynbaby’s bank account for a nice evening outfit.

When John returns the laptop to Addy the following morning, he was admittedly expecting the rant that followed. She had glared at the laptop being handed back over the bar and refused to serve him until he came up with a reasonably valid excuse as to why he wasn’t putting himself out there for a bit of company. John had blinked with an unimpressed look and drummed his fingers.

“I have dinner reservations with someone tomorrow at 7pm. Also- can I have a drink?”

But of course, with work being as tedious as ever and with his whole day being completely ruined by a blood stained shirt and poor room service for the first time in his many years of frequenting the Continental, John didn’t amuse himself with brooklynbaby until he logged onto the site on his phone, and saw that she had messaged thrice during the day. He almost felt guilty, until he saw a string of numbers at the end of the last message. He deemed it less necessary to read her above messages and instead went right to texting.

brooklynbaby ok. so should i just ask for mr john wick when i get to this restaurant??? sorry for so many texts im just kinda nervous

me Yes. I booked under my name and I will be waiting for you when you arrive. Why are you nervous? Didn’t you ask me to be here?

brooklynbaby well if we’re going to be technical then YOU asked me to dinner first :P and im nervous because i have nooo idea who you are send a picture?

John sank into bed.

me Maybe I like the element of surprise.

brooklynbaby seems a lil unfair that you get to see me but i dont get to see you :( ive seen ur dog before you thats saying something

me You could have used any image. If we’re going to be technical, I don’t even know your name, or if that is really you in the image.

John really hadn’t been expecting a full blown nude image at 4:15pm in the afternoon, but he will admit that it was nevertheless what he needed to break some steam. He had arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes earlier than expected, but that’s okay, Mr Wick. Right this way! Now that he was sitting here, at an empty table overlooking Brooklyn and the lights, with an already ordered bottle of wine, John could understand and relate to the first date nerves. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Not since-

brooklynbaby uhhh im kind of here like ten minutes early should i wait outside for you :3

He laughs, mostly to himself.

me I’m already up here. I ordered a rosé, is that alright?

brooklynbaby YES IM RUNNING

And, surprising himself also, John had clammed up and reached for his glass. Thankfully, the owner of this restaurant knew John by face and order, because, after-all, this had been his go-to with Helen. These days, he doesn’t have time to go out to new places and eat new things, and so had panicked, and picked a place with sentimental value, and a history of good food. He gulped back his glass of Bourbon and waited until the door at the other side of the room opened meekly, and he tried to appear vacant as the waiter led a woman across the room and towards him.

“Your date, Mr Wick.”

He left curtly and brooklynbaby followed his body as he left, her feet firmly glued to the floor as her head looked back over her shoulder. John took this as an opportunity to look at her body, covered in a beautiful dress he felt proud of paying for. Finally, brooklynbaby looked towards him and paused, observing him and his clearly surprising appearance. John then remembered the gash on his cheekbone and the way he probably looked very off-putting with an unshaven face and long hair, but brooklynbaby smiled softly and raised her brows, beating him to helping her in her chair as she quickly sat down and looked at his glass.

“How did you know I liked beards?”

John didn’t say anything for a moment. “I didn’t.”

brooklynbaby rolled her eyes with a grin. “Of course you didn’t.” She looked up, then, properly taking in his face. John did the same, looking at every feature present and coming to the quick conclusion that yes, she was definitely the woman in the pictures, and yes, she was one of the most gorgeous humans he had ever seen on planet Earth since Helen herself.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said honestly. “But, more than my expectations. I don’t believe I’ve really introduced myself- I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

He tried it out in his head. Y/N. Y/N L.N, Y/N L/N, Y/N Wick-

“John,” he replied and she sniggered and rested her chin in her palms.

“You’re seriously so handsome,” she complimented. “Are you sure you’re not married, or something?”

Her gaze panned to his hands where she noticed the wedding band, and for a moment, she hesitated. John wasn’t ashamed of the ring, nor embarrassed to be seen wearing it. He toyed with it on his finger, looking at her from across the table. “It’s complicated.”

Y/N nodded meekly. “I see.” She cleared her throat, “divorce? Planned divorce? Affair?”

“No, I’m widowed,” he tried out a joke, but she only looked more uncomfortable. Her mouth gaped and she fumbled for words.

“Oh, John, I’m really sorry- no, really, I’m so sorry,” she stumbled, and John watched her carefully across the table. “God, how fucking insensitive. Sorry, I guess that just. Wow, that never really crossed my mind. That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“It’s in the past,” John said, finding finality in that sentence. “I’m trying to move on from it.”

Y/N nodded sympathetically. “No, yeah, wow, I get it. Completely. I...hope I live up to great expectations, then?”

John smiled and looked past her, noticing the waiter rounding the corner with the bottle of rose. “You’re getting there, Miss L/N.”

#imagine if i was good and finished this it would be glorious #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick scenario #john wick imagine #john wick smut #john wick sugar daddy #john wick 2 #unfinished #gwoongi

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dreamyinception-world · 2 years

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Black and Blue: Chapter 1 [REUPLOAD]

Groups: ATEEZ and others

Genre: College!AU + Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby!AU, Con Artist!AU Smut, Angst, Light Fluff

WC// 3.2k

[18+ content ahead, please read with caution]

Tags: Con Artists, Crime, Smut, Mental Health Issues, Stalking, Financial Instability, Established Sexual Relations, Blood, Gore, Violence, Sugar Baby, Sugar Daddy, Rimming, Blow Jobs,

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~writer's note~: hello hello everyone! this is a reupload of my series from the @deepnesta account of my series, with a poster change and a more updated summary. the genre tags will be updated as time goes on (because i suck at those anyway). i will be reuploading all of the chapters in bulk before adding new chapters into the mix. please be on the look out for those and i hope you enjoy!

|| Chapters will change in terms of POV/focus unless specifically stated. Enjoy!||

People have always told me that when you hit rock bottom, it’s like someone grabbed your head and literally smashed it into a big ass boulder, then pushed it on top of you. I thought of it like the meme of the plastic baby doll with its head smashed into its empty, fortified skull.

In other words, you’re totally fucked up, to a T. There’s no explanation or excuse for the place that you’ve gotten yourself into. The only words that you could possibly say to yourself when you get to this position is, “How...What…”

The moment of hating your life has since passed, now you’re just dumbfounded with your own level of stupidity and how horrible your life has become to end up in a situation like this.

I had always thought that every fucked up moment in my life was rock bottom, ‘cause hell, it sure felt like it. But, boy did I not even know what was to come...

“Shit!” Wooyoung shouted at the computer, startling people around him that were obviously trying to get some work done. He didn’t even bother giving them any sort of attention, he only cared about the big, fat ass D that was next to one of the major assignments in his class. He thought he had honestly done a bit better and that the professor would cut him some slack seeing that he did actually try.

“Wooyoung, there’s a lot of work you need to do on this. Besides the obvious grammatical errors that are flooded through every inch of this paper, there’s not much depth to this essay. There is a lot of rambling and repetition that when you narrow down and take it all out, your paper would be a mere two pages, four below the minimum. I really suggest that you get a tutor to help you with your writing skill and build your paper up to make it stronger.”

“Oh, I’ll build up something alright. Strength in my damn foot and ram it up your ass-”

“Shh.” A student worker in the library scowled at Wooyoung and motioned him towards the door if he was going to be loud. Wooyoung sheepishly apologized, collected his things and left the library.

Everyone around him could feel the anger rolling off of his body, if his stone cold face was something to go by. Wooyoung was usually a pretty decent student, only having minor setbacks when he was in high school, but ultimately graduated with a solid GPA.

That was until he got to college.

For some unknown reason, Wooyoung seemed to always get stuck with the worst professors in the entire world, who were seemingly out to get him and give up his position in the university. He started to barely make it out with a passing grade in some of his classes and, with his scholarships paying for school, he was only minutes away from losing everything.

Tutoring, as his professor suggested, would help. Except for the fact that he works a lot to pay for the other things that he needs for school that the scholarship doesn’t cover for. He barely had enough time to get his work done and study for exams. How on Earth was he going to survive this semester?

Well, he certainly had his ways. Although, not the most ethical.

He knew someone, a particular someone who was an assistant to the professor. He claimed that he hated Wooyoung, from his smug looking face to his horribly written papers that he always had to correct, no matter how many times he told Wooyoung that they weren’t good enough and needed to be fixed.

And yet, Wooyoung could make him bend through the smallest touch of his finger to the boy’s wrist. Hate sex, as you could say, but more of a “frienemies with benefits” in Wooyoung’s eyes. The corner of his lips suddenly curled up at the thought, turning the corner towards the office where the man usually would be.

His fingers rapped on the door lightly, hearing a muffled “come in” before gracing the assistant with his presence. “Wow~. Your voice sounded so sweet just now, Jongho~.” Wooyoung teased, closing the door behind him and leaning his back against it. The assistant didn’t bother to look and meet eyes with him, but the eldest knew that he had already pissed the younger off just from the set that had formed on his jaw.

“If you’re here to convince me to change your grade on that assignment that even my 15 year old brother could do better on, you can leave,” Jongho finished typing rapidly on his keyboard, letting out a loud huff. By the look of his features, the boy looked like he had been through the ringer, dark bags set under his eyes possibly from grading until late last night. “Because there is no way, in hell, that I’m going to adjust a single percent on that sorry excuse of a presentation essay.” His eyes flickered up to Wooyoung, clearly not amused by the way the boy swayed over to his desk.

“Really? Nothing at all?” Wooyoung kept his tone disgustingly sweet, mainly to push the assistant to further annoyance.

“No.” Jongho’s tone was completely flat.

The raven haired boy faked a sad face, moving to the other side of the assistant’s desk, a line he was not supposed to cross, as marked by the sign on Jongho’s desk. The brunette stood up and put himself face to face with Wooyoung, shoving his hands roughly into his pockets.

“That’s too bad, I thought that maybe I could help you. You seem so tense, today. Did something happen?” He lifted his hand to touch Jongho’s cheek only for his wrist to be grabbed roughly.

“Don’t-”

“I’m sure there’s some sort of way-”

“You-”

“That I could help you-”

“Dare.”

“To feel better, Ho-yah~” Before Jongho knew it, Wooyoung’s breath was ghosting over his lips. There was gleam in Wooyoung’s eyes as he took his other hand and brought it to the assistant’s crotch, merely tapping his fingers against it. Jongho held his dark glare, his brow ticking slightly.

Wooyoung appeared from around the corner from the hallway, wiping the corner of his mouth and ruffling his hair a bit, not wanting it to appear messy. Although he didn’t get exactly what he wanted, he was proposed an alternative that he couldn’t refuse with the state of his grades right now.

If you write an essay, anything at all, about the dangers of the world from whatever standpoint you want, with sources, actually well written, I’ll consider raising your grade. Not out of kindness, I don’t want to have to see your ass ever again after this year. Now, get out.

“Oh, I’ll come up with something that will make you want to see me every year after.” Wooyoung snickered to himself, walking oh so graciously out of the academic building.

“So, if you replace the numbers you discovered for the variables and multiple it by 25 and then divide by 10, you should get the same answer as me- are you even listening?” Yeosang’s face became insanely flushed, seeing the way that the student he was teaching, Mingi, was staring directly at his face versus following along with the textbook in front of him. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed a bit before looking back down at the textbook, pretending to read over his sticky notes that he scattered in-between the pages.

Song Mingi...stop staring at me like that...

When Yeosang started tutoring, he would get a lot of struggling students, ones that really needed to pass the class. He was always willing to help, being super patient with everyone that he would get. Some students would take a minute to get the hang of things, others just needed Yeosang to give them that little push they needed to figure things out on their own. Regardless, they would always have his full attention, he didn’t have to work so hard.

Mingi changed things almost instantly, making his life a living hell.

The boy wasn’t mean or mischievous initially. Rather calm, charming and overly attentive. He would sit, book open but void of his attention, and listen to Yeosang. It was as if he was trying to memorize the fluctuations in his voice or admire the way his lips moved. Maybe he liked the small lisp that would pop out when Yeosang would get enthusiastic or flustered.

He paid well, more than some of Yeosang’s other students he tutored. Yet, he was flawless in most of his classes. Especially the one he was having tutoring in.

But it’s not like Yeosang could turn him away. Mingi had seemingly found the loophole.

“I’m always listening” the back of his throat rumbled a bit, like he had just woken up, with a slight rasp to it. Yeosang lifted his eyes, a puff of breath escaping his lips as he put his pencil down.

“Mingi, why do you take lessons with me?”

“To work and learn from you.”

“You do so well in this class though. Why don’t you work for the tutoring program and then we can work alongside each other in that way.”

He fell quiet. Every sound inside the small room they were working in seemed to stop, swelling in the silence like a balloon. A lump formed in Yeosang’s throat when, after averting his eyes, Mingi gave him an intense look.

Something in Yeosang felt fight or flight. He was weak and thin. Mingi’s physique was big but his strength, he had no idea. Flight.

Yeosang suddenly began packing his bags in a rather hasty manner, not startling Mingi in the slightest. Go. Go. Go. Yeosang’s mind raced faster as the tension continued to build in the room, his words flowing out of his mouth like one of those medicine commercials.

“You really shouldn’t waste your money on things that you don’t need, Mingi. If you really do need extra help in the future, I can reference you to one of our honors students who is an assistant to-”

A hard hand made contact with the table, making everything shake on the surface. Yeosang didn’t dare to look but he could feel the aura radiating off of the tall boy’s body.

“Last time I checked, there’s nothing that says I can’t come and work with you.” His voice felt like a steel pole to the back. Yeosang felt like he was going to throw up, his grip tightening on the pencil case in his hand.

“Yes but-”

“So you can’t deny me tutoring sessions.”

Yeosang threw his case into the bag roughly and zipped it. His mind still screamed to get out. Don’t say more.

Mingi was quicker, reaching the door before him. His presence made Yeosang break out into a cold sweat, a crooked finger tilting his head up. He felt Mingi drinking in the fear in his eyes. The back of his throat burned.

“I’m not going to stop coming” He was authoritative. “and as long as I pay you, you’ll keep teaching me.”

“A-And if I don’t?” Bile burned the back of his throat dry, making his words sound like a choke for water. Mingi smirked, closing the distance between their faces. Yeosang’s whole body locked up. The tall boy took in a deep smell of the tutor’s body, probably filling his nostrils more with sweat then his cologne and shampoo at this point.

He suddenly moved away and grabbed the lone book that he brought for his lesson. Mingi gave Yeosang a smile. It wasn’t real, it was forced. He opened the door partially, and moved his way around Yeosang.

“I’ll see you next week.” The door shut on its own behind him.

The small trash can in the corner filled halfway with Yeosang’s lunch from earlier. He asked to leave 30 mins before his shift was over and took the bus instead of walking home.

“You did what?!”

“Look, I did what I had to do. Just to get him to throw me a bone for this assignment. A dickstraction, if you will.”

San verbally fake wretched at Wooyoung’s words, making the younger double over in laughter. His mind tried to push away all the disgustingness that came out of that man’s mouth. San didn’t have a problem with Wooyoung hoe-ing himself out for a good grade. But, the thought of him blowing an assistant for some reason didn’t sit right with him. Especially since it was someone that, he too, had to see every day.

He certainly didn’t need the image of Jongho’s pants around his ankles every time he walked into class.

“Anyways, anyways. He said he’ll change my grade if I can give his ass a good story. One that will really reel him in. Doesn’t seem that hard to do.” Wooyoung leaned back in the kitchen chair, resting the corner of it on the wall. The sound of the water bubbling brought San’s attention back to the stove, putting the necessary ingredients in the pot to make dinner.

“Except for the fact that your life is not interesting whatsoever” San mumbled under his breath. He could feel the targets on his back from Wooyoung’s eyes, smiling a bit when he heard a snort coming from that side of the room.

“So fucking what? He didn’t have to say it had to be true! I could write about being a stripper before college or something.”

“Who’s a stripper before college?” Yeosang’s voice rang out from the other end of the apartment near the door. He stripped off his shoes and jacket, walking into the conversation clearly at the wrong point.

“No one. Woo’s trying to make up some story so that Dr. Byun’s assistant will give him a better grade on that assignment we had due last week. Except he forgot that he’s a shit writer and can’t even bullshit a paper well.” Yeosang snorted at San’s remark, gracing the connected kitchen and dining area with his presence, only to be gawked at by the one in question.

“Woah, Sangie, you look like shit” The words came out of Wooyoung’s mouth before he could stop them. As if he had seemingly forgotten about the earlier incident, the blonde glanced over at the wall mirror. His face has gotten a bit pale and his eyes looked heavy and more sunken than usual. A postcard for a zombie movie. He shrugged it off and moved towards San, sliding his arms around his waist and resting his head on the boy’s clothed broad shoulder.

“You’re not gonna say anything to that big mouth being mean to me?” His voice came out in the form of a pout, squeezing his sides lightly. San hummed, turning his head and kissing Yeosang’s temple without sparing a glance at him, keeping his eyes tuned to the food cooking in front of him.

“I’m sorry. You do look a little like shit though, honey.” Yeosang grunted from his words and moved away from him. He ended up in front of the refrigerator, rummaging frustratedly before finding what he was looking for.

“It’s that guy from my Statistics class, the one who always comes to the tutoring sessions,” Yeosang plops down at the table next to Wooyoung, tearing a piece of dried squid with his teeth, his rough hand grazing through his hair. “It’s like he’s set on tormenting me, stalking me, I don’t know but he just won’t leave me alone” Yeosang puts his head down on the table with an unintentional loud bang.

“Just tell your boss so that he can’t come and see you anymore” Wooyoung scoots his chair closer to Yeosang and puts his arm around him, trying to be some sort of comfort as San turns off the stove, looking over in their direction with a bit of concern on his face. Yeosang lifts his head, fighting off the tears that he could feel coming. He had cried enough on the bus, he didn’t want to give Mingi any more of his tears.

“The tutoring program has been suffering a lot the past year and we need the money. Mingi is our highest paying student and I don’t have any proof that he’s doing all of this stuff to me. He’s never hurt me, barely touched me, nothing that would cause concern in the program’s eyes. It’s my word against his” He goes to slam his head against the table but hits the back of Wooyoung’s hand instead.

“Well, there has to be something that we can do, right..?” Wooyoung’s voice slowly went quiet, looking over towards San, as if beckoning for him to say something. The second oldest instead grabbed the pot on the stove and motioned for Wooyoung to help set the table.

They sat eating in silence, with only small words exchanged to pass side dishes or ask for more. San had an expression on his face that the others couldn’t pinpoint, seemingly a mix between deep thought and strug anger.

“I don’t know what to do, Sanie.” Yeosang mumbled lightly, his cheek to San’s bare chest. They don’t spend many intimate moments with each other like this. Mainly because Yeosang is usually too tired from studying and tutoring to have the energy for it during the week. Now, they lay in bed, clothes scattered on the floor. San still hadn’t spoken much since Yeosang exposed the incident to them. The blonde couldn’t see the heavy worry on San’s face from where he was laying.

San wouldn’t say that him and Yeosang are in some sort of serious relationship. It was always seen as more friends with benefits from both sides. He can’t help but worry and care so much over Yeosang though, being that he is the closest to him before he had become close to Wooyoung.

It was in his nature, he always cared hard for everyone.

“Don’t worry about it too much, Yeo. We’ll figure something out. I’m not sure what yet, but we will” He ran his fingers slowly through Yeosang’s hair, staring up towards the ceiling, watching the lights of cars bask the room in ivory white before darkening. “Sleep for now, we’ll talk about it more tomorrow.” He felt less uneasy when Yeosang relaxed against him.

Once he knew the boy was asleep, he moved himself slightly to reach for his phone. The screen lit up, coating San’s face in a soft glow. His fingers moved fast against the keyboard, biting the corner of his lips nervously after he pressed one button. He laid his phone on the pillow next to him and waited, almost dozing before it lit up once more.

“Anything for you, princess. I’ll send it over. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

San felt his breathing hitch lightly when his phone vibrated again. He felt excited yet nervous at the same time.

But, that would be something that he would deal with tomorrow.

For the time being, he slid his arms around Yeosang comfortably after placing his phone back on their mahogany bedside table. He looked down at the boy in his arms, smiling lightly at the way his lips parted, small puffs of air coming from them on and off, with a small hum lingering in between.

“Don’t worry. Sanie is going to take care of you.” He left a small kiss next to Yeosang’s birthmark, closing his eyes and letting sleep take over him.

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holdmyowos · 3 years

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College (Dabi x Female Reader)

Damn if this ain't the most toxic shit I've ever written ☠️

👀 Don't worry about me

Sorry guys

Dabi's a switch in this one. Impossible, I know. Sorry Daddy Dabi you'll have to wait.

Includes: Oh boy do we have warnings for you. Weapons, toxic relationship, cussing, angst, NSFW stuff etc, etc. Pretty much if you're sensitive to anything, this isn't the place for you lol

College AU

Quirkless AU

Ok onto the story

You had just barely started college, freshman year, and you had already fallen for a bad boy. It was on a field trip, you had never seen him before until you saw him on the bus. He had a long, dark jacket with tatters at the ends. He had more piercings than you had ever seen, all over his body, from on his nose to his ears to his wrists. He had dark black hair that fit him perfectly and startling turquoise eyes that twinkled. You walked up to him, and flirted with him for a while, wanting to make a good first impression. "I hope next year we get to have class together," you finished, hoping that was not too obvious. He nodded. The whole conversation he hardly talked, but when he did he had a really raspy, deep voice, for someone so young. Perhaps he was a smoker. It was quite soothing, actually. He seemed to never get angry or raise his voice. He said his name was Dabi. An odd name, sure, but you accepted it.

About a year later a message popped up on the email you used for your school, which was supposed to be only used for school related things. You saw that it was from Dabi. It read,

'I love you. Do you have something more private, like an email or phone I can text you on?'

You almost threw down your phone in shock. After only flirting with him a little, the next year he still remembered you? You must have made a good impression for him to confess out of the blue like that. Either that or he was playing you.

You hardly ever text, so you messed with your settings trying to figure out your phone number. You were not the best at technology. You sent him an email with your number, eagerly awaiting a reply from him.

Almost as soon as you sent it, you saw a text pop up on your phone. He must have been waiting for you. Soon you're texting nearly nonstop, staying up late at night just to message each other. He changes his icon to your favorite anime character. Even more you two have in common. Sadly, this did not change much in person at the campus. The two of you had awkward exchanges in real life, but with texting you had chemistry. How could that be? The two of you only ever had lunch together, no other classes. You sat together, but never really talked. Sometimes you even texted each other at lunch. You had to admit it was pretty dumb, but there really was no better way to interact, if every time you tried talking he had nothing to say.

One night, you were up late getting texts from him.

'Cookie?'

'Cupcake?'

'Honey?'

'Sugar?'

You had no idea what he was talking about, so you did not reply.

'Hey, are you there?'

You had no clue what he was trying to tell you, but you did not want to be rude and say nothing back. So, you simply wrote,

'What?'

'Sorry I thought you stopped texting me and I had a mini panic attack.

Princess I was merely just thinking of the perfect nickname for you'

You chuckled.

'I think you found it.'

"How many piercings do you have? Including the staple stitches I've seen, you have over a hundred," you said at lunch. He nods. "Yeah, probably. One of my friends does piercings for free. I have even more that you can't see though." He motioned down to his chest and stomach and his... you gulped.

The next few days, he opened up about his past a bit. He belonged to the rich Todoroki family, but it was a big secret because they half disowned him. It seemed like a dark and tragic past, so you did not pry very much. Your phone vibrated with a text from him.

'I was thinking about you...in my bed.'

Your heart nearly stopped. He never said anything like that before. Did he mean he was in his bed thinking about you, or having some odd fantasy? You rolled your eyes. Eventually, the two of you would need to have a conversation about the limits of your 'friendship'. The two of you were not even officially in a relationship.

You tried to set a time to meet him, out of school hours, but it never worked out. It seemed you always had to cancel for some reason, and you left him alone. The guilt was starting to catch up with you. You promised yourself you would make this meeting, no matter what came up.

'Meet on the school's balcony that is looking over the city at 9 tonight.'

You knew which place he meant. Many people from your college went on dates there. You had never been, but you had heard there was a really good view of the city from there. The stars were slightly visible, as the campus was on the edge of the city. You crossed your arms, leaning against the railing, gazing up at the stars. Someone came up behind you, running their arms along yours, putting their hips on your butt. "Who's that?" You asked, nonchalantly. "You look cute in that position." Dabi chuckled, and let go of you. "It's so peaceful from up here." Even the low purr of engines and hum of the city kind of faded into the background. You nodded. He slid next to you in the corner where the rails crossed, and held onto your waist. "Princess, I love you." He gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I love you too, Dabi."

The next day, you were walking by a grocery store and you stopped dead in your tracks. Dabi was on the front cover of the newspaper. The caption read 'Whole Todoroki Family Accused Charged With Abuse and Fraud'. Remembering that Dabi was a Todoroki, you flipped through the pages. There was no way he was connected with that sort of stuff, right? He was disowned, after all. There was nothing in the article specifically about Dabi, but there he was on the front page, so he must have done something.

'It's over. I could never be in a relationship with a criminal.'

Surprisingly, he texts right back.

'Wait what?'

'What do you mean?'

'Please don't leave me.'

Your finger hovers over the block button, and you click it before you think about it. "Goodbye, Todoroki," you whisper to yourself, shoving the phone into your pocket. You needed to get out of the dorm. You went on a run around the neighborhood.

Dabi had taken to wearing a leather jacket. A year later and the two of you were still dodging each other in the halls of school. You had memorized both of your schedules, and whenever you saw him in the hall you would advert your downcast eyes, or try to take another path altogether. Every single time you saw him, you got a twinge of guilt. He needed someone to love him, but you were not there for him. Somehow, Dabi had weaseled his way out of going to jail with the rest of his family, and you had to put up with the guilt of ending that relationship. You knew it was hella toxic, but you really had liked him. Sometimes you stayed up at night and thought of how things could have been. You talk to your friend on the phone. "Honey, those bad boys are only good for a one nighter type of deal. It wouldn't have worked out any other way." You sighed. "I suppose you're probably right. But still..."

You had not looked into his eyes in a few months. It hurt too much. As soon as you saw his leather jacket or messy hair, you immediately looked away. So, you were very surprised when Dabi backed you into a corner one day at lunch, followed by his friends, one with oddly red eyes and another with golden yellow. The only word that fit them was thugs. You protest. "Dabi, please leave me alone. I can't take the heartbreak." He presses something cold, metallic, and cylindrical to your side. You look down, and gasp. "Don't look at that. Look at me. In the eyes. Look what you've done to me." Slowly you look up at him. He had bags under his eyes as if he hardly slept. "Come on, doll. Let's take a break. Come with me." You nod. You were not risking your life for anything. One you were outside with him and his friends, he switched his weapon to a knife that the blonde had given him. He twists it into your side, along the fabric of your dress, tearing it slightly. "Now, let's go to our dorms." You might miss next class, but right now that was at the back of your mind, with all that was happening. He backed into his room with you, and shut and locked the door, his friends leaving him. You realized that you had never seen his room, except for when you had FaceTimed him once. It was all black and very dark colors, with a few bright neon blue things that seemed almost out of place.

"Why did you flirt with me freshmen year if you didn't want to be in a relationship with me?" He had dropped the knife on his nightstand and was laying one his bed in a very stressed out manner, his hands over his face. If you wanted, you could leave. Just hearing his voice again made you want to cry. The pang of heartache once again broke from your chest, even though you had thought it was finally gone. "Fuck, Dabi! How many times are we going to do this? That was insane what you just did. You just threatened to kill me just so you could talk to me?!" You did not know what to say. "Well there wasn't much choice. You were avoiding me!" He flung his hands up in the air. "Well you were avoiding me too, you know." The bell rang, signaling that the two of you would be late to your next class. "I really needed someone. And you weren't here for me." He curled up on his bed, looking weak and exposed. Instead of escaping as you know you should, you knelt down and gave him a hug. "I'm willing to forgive if you are." He sniffled, and nodded, and got up out of bed. "Well, there is one condition. You made me late to class." He rolled his eyes. "Your majesty, whatever can I do to make it up to you?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Well how about for starters you make me feel good," you said in a joking tone, straddling him. He chuckled. "Your voice tells me one thing but your eyes and body say another. The thing you joked about? You really wanna feel my piercings against that horn lil' cunt of yours, don't you?" He smiled widely. You don't think he had ever smiled before, at least not that you had seen. Your cheeks became red, and you slowly nodded in embarrassment. "I will make you feel really good. After all, princesses deserve to get pampered." He pressed you down onto him. "Of course, you need to do something for me too," he all but purred, shifting your hips against his for friction. "Oh princess, how I've longed for this. So badly." He was actually crying of happiness. Wow. You felt warmth on your heat. He looked so cute beneath you like this. Was he a sub? You always thought he seemed like a dom. You slowly started to touch his crotch, your whole body rocking against him. He roughly grabbed you. "No, no. You might be a princess, but I'm dom. You got that?" You laughed at him. "Nuh-uh!" He came up to you for a passionate deep kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance, neither of you giving in.

Eventually, Dabi broke away. "I-I don't know what to say. I never lost. Hell." He started breathing heavily. "Do nothing. Just pay attention to me," you said, cockily, sliding down his pants to his knees. You played with the waistband of his boxers, but then started to take off your own clothes. You could tell that Dabi was itching to do something. You placed his hands under your bra, and he immediately got hungry, groping you. You took off your bra, and he started teasing your nipples, dragging you down closer to him. You slipped off his shirt. He had even more piercings than you thought humanly possible. Ones across his stomach, on his belly button. Even on his nipples. You took off your pants and started dry humping him, feeling his bulge against your clothed heat. He let out a slight groan. You got off and slowly pulled his boxers down. He left your chest alone and started touching himself, at the base of his shaft and his balls. "You just can't control yourself, can you?" You looked down. He was huge. I mean, you did not think dicks came in his size. He had piercings all along the shaft, and on the tip in a Prince Albert. You helped the poor guy by squeezing his shaft and tracing his tip, careful not to disturb the piercings too much. "I don't like to think how someone else touched you to get those piercings of yours. Was it a pretty chick? Or some ugly old fat guy?" He was lost, his hips bucking into your hands. When you stopped, he said, "What?" "I said who did your piercings." He had a devilish smirk plastered on his face. "Oh, he was super hot. Yellow hair, golden eyes. Goes by the alias Hawks. If you ever want to get your nipples pierced, I highly recommend him," he said as he flipped on top of you, pinning you down. His turquoise eyes burned into you, as if a blue flame. "And you thought I would be sub. What a bitch you are," he laughed as the straddled your stomach. You would not let him get away with that. You smeared the small sphere of precum over his head and put him in your mouth, sure it would shut him up. "Hey!" He protested, but slowly gave up and started making small noises. Since he was so huge, you could only fit about three fourths of him in your mouth. "You just... want to be stuffed full of my cock, don't you doll?" He pushed himself in further, and you took him out of your mouth. He whined in protest. "Princess, please! What are you doing? Quit playing games with me," he growled. It was funny how deep his voice sounded, yet he was whining like a small child. "I can't let you have all the fun." You pushed him pack so that he was between your legs. He slipped off your underwear in delight, catching your drift. He lined himself up with your hole, and shoved his tongue in. He let out humming vibrations that tickled. You arched your back in pleasure. "You really like that hmm?" He made you a sloppy mess before him, growling into your pussy like an animal. He lined himself up with you, and slowly pushed himself in. Every time one of his piercings caught against you, he would slow down and moan. When he finally was all the way in, he filled you up, tears pricking your eyes. "Such a stretch for your tight little thing." He slowly thrusted in and out, you clenching around him. It was not long before you came.

The bell rang, surprising you both. You threw up your middle finger. "Fucking see if I care. I'm staying right here." Dabi chuckled and snuggled against you. "You're mine."

#dabi #todoroki #toya #touya #bnha #lemon #bnhaxreader #dabixreader #my hero academia #Dabi x reader #toya x reader #touya x reader #bnha x reader

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pinejayy · 4 years

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The Forbidden Boyfriend ( Dr. Robotnik x Reader)

Part 1

Prompt: You are the little sister of Tom Wachowski, Y/N Wachowski, just 5 years younger than him. You had everything you could ask for, great friends, a great home, a wonderful job and a great realtionship between your bother. You also had a forbidden boyfriend and he was Ivo Robotnik. No one knows about you two and you tend to keep it like that. (This is an au where Robotnik doesn't get sent to that mushroom planet.)

Part 1 ( current one ) - part 2

Word count: +3.1k

Warnings: Some mature stuff nothing to bad tho. Few cuss words. ( Rating PG-13 )

It was a lovely day at Green Hills, you were enjoying your day. Even though you were at work which you loved. What were you? Well you were a reporter for the local newspaper. Yeah you weren't writing articles for The New York Times but it's something you loved. You loved the stories you wrote, the latest thing you wrote was a battle between Robotnik or how the whole town calls him "Eggman" vs Sonic. It was one of your best pieces and you were definitely proud of it. But every job had their ups and downs. Like one of the downside was the amount of hours you had to work and all the rude comments you got from people. But that didn't bother you.

As you were about to clock out early since you were going to go home and get dinner ready for you and your boyfriend. As you gather your stuff, you clocked out with a smile. And when you did you got a text message, checking it out you smiled instantly. It was a text message from your boyfriend, Ivo. As you can see both of you have been seeing each other for a few months, he was really a great guy and he wasn't that guy everyone talked about or said. He was actually a guy with a big heart well mostly just for you. But no one not even your big bother Tom knows about your relationship with Robotnik. And you plan on keeping it that way. He was like the Forbidden Boyfriend.

"Hello sweetheart I hope you're having a beautiful day, like yourself. Are we still on for dinner at your place~."

You smiled as you read the text message, blushing. You immediately started to type back.

"Hello my handsome devil, and of course we are still having dinner tonight at my place." You re replied back.

"Okay sweetheart, see you at your place at 8pm. I love you."

"I love you too, see you in a few!"

And with that you started heading to your car and excited for tonight.

♡ ♡ ♡

As you got home, you made sure the house was clean. That the bedroom was clean and your bed was fixed. As you got done with your cleaning you went to go get dinner ready, looking at your watch it was 4:30pm. Just enough time to make dinner and get yourself ready. As you were just going make alfredo chicken since that was Robotnik's favorite. You began getting the food ready.

After an hour or so you finally got dinner ready, you also managed to make brownies. You looked at your watch seeing the time it was already 7 in the afternoon. You just needed to hop on the shower and get dressed.

Ah Robotnik was at his lab working on a plan to catch that hedgehog. As he was working he checked the time and it was almost time for dinner at your place. The Doctor smiled, he didn't know how he got you to be his, he felt like the luckiest man alive and especially with you being related to that Tom guy. He didn't how someone so sweet and innocent end up dating someone so rotten and rude like him. But as he gathered his stuff he walked out of his lab, saying his good-bye to Agent Stone and he headed to his car. And drove off to your place.

You quickly got ready, you made sure you heated up the food again so it's nice and hot once your boyfriend comes around. You were so excited for tonight actually, you two haven't seen each other in two weeks and just wanted to spend time together. Once you were done with your shower, you did a simple makeup and put on a nice black dress. As you were applying lip gloss you heard the door bell ring. You quickly made your way to the door, opening the door and there stood your handsome boyfriend. He was wearing his usual black clothing, which you found extremely attractive on him. You moved to the side so he could walk inside and when he was inside you closed the door and just wrapped your arms around his neck and bringing him close and crashing your lips against his.

He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed back, quickly he deepen the kiss. He just held you close against his body.

You soon pulled away for air. "God I've missed you so much sweetheart. I've just been so busy with work and all." You whisper.

He just pressed his forehead against yours. "I've missed you too." He whispered in your ear. "And that's okay my beauty." He looked down at you and smiled, he began removing his coat and gloves off setting them on the sofa.

You blush and began to pull him towards the kitchen. "You may take a seat sir. As I serve us Dinner."

He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down. As you grabbed two plates, you began to serve for both of you and when you did you just placed the plate of food on the table. Robotnik just smiled at you, you lean in and gave him a small kiss on the lips.

As you guys ate in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. You guys did make small take during your meal. Once you guys were done, you just smiled at him. Grabbing both the plates.

"I also have dessert!" You said with a cheerful voice as you took the plates to the sink and just putting them in there.

Robotnik couldn't help but smirk to himself and he stood up. He followed you to the kitchen. As you were about to grab the brownies but he stood behind you wrapping his arms around you and just started giving you soft kisses on your neck and your earlobe. "Dessert sounds good right now."

As you just stood there, you were about to say something but you just bit your bottom lip, giggling softly since his mustache always tickled against your skin. Turning around to face him. You kissed him and he immediately kissed back. Picking you up from your butt and he placed you on the edge of the kitchen countertop. You just wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him closer against your body.

As he deepen the kiss, he began licking your bottom lip asking for permission. Which you gladly gave permission. Both of your tongues wrestling each other. His hands roaming around your back and bottom. You moaned against his mouth with your eyes shut closed, both of you pulled away from that heated kiss, both panting for air.

He began placing small kisses on your neck. "So sweetheart how's work?" He asked. Still placing small kisses against your neck.

You titled your head to the side, giving him more room. "Mmhm it's great.. just stressful that's all."

He pulled away, looking at you. "Then come live with me sweetheart. I will take care of you and give you everything you could want. I want to spoil and love you."

"You know I would feel bad Ivo." You said. Okay let's be real here, Robotnik is rich and he could be your sugar daddy. But you would just feel terrible if he just gave you everything.

"Don't feel bad sweetheart, I want to take good care of you. Like the queen you are." He said, going back to placing small kisses on your neck. And all of the sudden he picked you up and started walking to the bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

Once you got to the bedroom, he kicked the door opened and closed it with foot. He walked towards the bed and placed you gently on it. As he did so he was on top of you, his hands all over . He was sucking the skin of your neck, probably trying to make a mark on you making you shiver and moan softly.

"I-Ivo please...I need you." You moaned out.

He smirked, usually he would tease you but he missed you so much and didn't want to waste any time by being a tease. He kissed you, and soon after clothes were on the floor and your back on the mattress and one thing lead to an other~

♡ ♡ ♡

As morning rolled around, you laid your head on Robotnik's chest as you both slept. It was a nice peaceful moment until your phone started to ring.

You woke up, groaning in the process. You sit up trying to be quite as possible since your boyfriend was still asleep next to you. You grab your phone from the night stand next to you and answer. Seeing the caller ID and it was your brother Tom.

"Hey Tom" You said, as you answered the phone. Yawning a bit.

"Good morning sis! I was wondering if wanted to come over for lunch today? Sonic has been wanting to see you." He said.

You smiled to yourself, looking at Robotnik seeing him sleep was the cutest. "Uh Yeah sure! It sounds like fun!"

"Sounds great! You don't mind me putting you in speaker, Sonic wants to speak to you." Tom said, throughout the phone. When you said it was fine, you herad Sonic's voice through your phone.

"HEY Y/N!! I SAW THE PAPER YOU WROTE ABOUT ME AND THAT EGGHEAD!" He said loudly.

Oh god why did he have to be so loud this early. But you chuckled. "Oh you did? What did you think about it?"

"Awesome! You made me sound so cool! And you made Eggman sound lame!"

That made you chuckle even more, you rolled your eyes. "Well I'm glad you liked it Sonic."

"Look Y/N we have to get going! We will see you in a few hours." Tom said. You were about to say your goodbyes and hang up.

But that's when you felt the bed shift, you boyfriend was waking up. "Mm Good Morn-"

You quickly clapped your hand over his mouth. Robotnik just looked at you, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Is someone there with you?" Tom said, sounding concerned.

You laughed nervously "What no! That was just the tv! Look I have to get going see you later." You say. Not letting him answer you, you hanged up on him. Setting your phone down, and look at Robotnik and move your hand away from his mouth.

"Well Good Morning to you too." He said.

"Sorry about that honey. My brother was on the phone." You said, laying back down with. He just placed one hand on your waist and his other hand was playing with your hair. "He wanted to see if I could come over for lunch."

You just traced a finger over his chest. "Hm that's right, we can't let your brother know that his sister is fucking the enemy." He chuckled, joking around.

Your your head shot up, punching his chest playfully. "Don't say it like that!" You giggle.

He rolled his eyes. "It's true though."

You just gave him a look, but giggle. Leaning in you gave him a kiss. He kissed back and pulled away. "I had a great time last night." You said, as you were about to go in for an other kiss you heard a car pull into your driveway. Oh great what now?! You groan getting up, pecking out of the window and saw Tom's car pull in. Why was he here! He did live a few minutes away from you of course he's here.

You started to freak out. "Fuck, My brother is here!" You said. Quickly changing into something. Making sure you covered your neck with a sweater you didn't want your brother seeing the marks your boyfriend left on you.

Robotnik's head shoot up from the bed. "What? Why is that bastard here!?"

"I don't know! Just stay here okay." You said walking out of the bedroom and made your way to the front door and open it. Putting a smile on you began walking outside. You saw both Tom and Sonic stand outside they seemed to be focusing on the car that was Robotnik's... fuck "Hey Tom what are you doing here? I thought we were having lunch at your place in a few hours?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Tom said, walking into your house. You followed him inside but Sonic didn't come in he was too busy observing the car. He's seen this somewhere before, it just looked so familiar. But he couldn't put his finger on it.

As he then ran inside of the house. He stood by Tom. You just stood by the couch you noticed that Robotnik's coat and gloves were there from last night. "Yeah I'm fine, like I said it was the tv. No one is here."

Tom just let out a sigh of relief he believed you, rubbing the temples of his head sometimes he could just get so over protective over you. And when he was distracted you quickly shoved the coat and gloves behind a couch cushion. Hiding them.

Sonic just narrowed his eyes on you, he knew you were hiding something. He did see the coat it was a black one, it looked very similar to Robotink's. Sonic just narrowed his eyes at you. Were you and Robotnik working together?

"So who's car is that?" Your bother asked you.

"Oh that! I rented it! It's nice huh?" You lied. "But I need to get ready for later on."

"Oh okay, I guess I was over reacting. Come on Sonic. See you for lunch then ." Tom said, and started to walk out. But Sonic just stood there looking at you before turning away soon after. You just closed the door. Letting out a sigh of relief.

Robotnik walked out of the bedroom and to the living room. "Hm I should probably leave before your brother and that bloody hedgehog come around again."

You just nodded, pulling out his coat and gloves from the couch cushion. "Sorry about that. Just didn't want my brother seeing this."

He smiled, grabbing them and putting them on. "That's perfectly fine. But I must get going, I will call you later okay." He said leaning in to give you a kiss.

You nodded kissing him softly. "See you later, I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart."

And with that he left. Now you just had to get ready for later on.

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The afternoon rolled around and you were at your Brothers house. Maddie couldn't be there since she was at work so it was just you, Tom and Sonic. You and Tom starterd to catch up on each other, talking about work and what not. But Sonic just was looking at you. You didn't know why he was so quiet, the little guy was usually so talkative.

"I'm going to go to the restroom I will be back shortly." Tom said, leaving you and Sonic alone.

"What's wrong little guy, why are you so quite?" You asked him.

"Robotnik..you have something to do with him and I know it..." He said, giving you the stink eye.

"What no? Me? Come on he's the bad guy! Why would I be with him you're my friend Sonic."

Sonic just crossed his arms, but soften up when you said friend but didn't say anything else. But he still was suspicious about you. Soon after Tom came back.

"Ah look at the time! I really must get going, I have a other report to write!" You said. Getting your bag saying your goodbyes to both of them. You quickly made your way to the car, getting in and driving over to Robotnik's lab.

You were driving fast, not caring if an officer stooped you. As you pulled up to his lab you quickly made your way inside. "IVO! Where are you! We need to talk now! It's important!"

Robotnik appeared out of no where rather quite quickly thinking something is wrong. "What's the matter sweetheart?" He said hugging you. He began to get worried thinking something bad happened.

You hugged him back tearing up slightly. "That hedgehog... he's onto us!" You didn't want to lose Robotnik, you didn't want him out of your life.

Robotnik growled softly, that stupid hedgehog is going to ruin everything. He thought of something and then smirked to himself, he even began to chuckle. You look at him with a confused face.

"Don't worry honey. I have an idea to keep him off our backs." He said with a smirk, and he wiped your tears off. Oh he has something oh right.

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"Sonic you've been going at this all morning. My sister has nothing to do with that wackjob. Why are you all the sudden bringing this up." Tom said, as Sonic was telling him that you and Robotnik were working together.

"I'm telling you! His coat was in her house! And that car was his I'm telling you!" He said, throwing his hands in the air.

"Sonic just because she has some black rental car and a black coat doesn't mean she's working with him. Come on little guy she's your friend."

Maybe Tom was right, Sonic just nodded. "Okay okay maybe you're right." The Hedgehog did want to believe Tom but his guy feeling was telling him something else. But you wouldn't work for Robotnik right?

"Could you please just drop that subject and just take the trash out Sonic?" Tom asked him, Sonic quickly nodded grabbing the bag and when he opened the door a Drone came flying in. It was one of Eggman drones.

Sonic quickly got in front of Tom ready to fight it at any given moment. But as the drone just stayed there doing nothing. Making both Sonic and Tom confused. Until it spoke up.

"Well hello there Mr. Wachowski. I have something that means so much to you and the Hedgehog." Robotnik spoke through the drone.

"Oh god, please Tom help me this wackjob has me somewhere I don't know." You cried out. "Please help me.." You began to sob.

Both Sonic and Tom gasped when they heard your voice.

"Shut up stupid girl..." He hissed. "But, such a pretty little sister you have. I might keep her to myself and even experiment on her real good." He said laughing.

Tom was scared for you but made a face when he said that. That sick bastard, he better not lay a finger on you but why did Robotnik have you! In the other hand Sonic felt horrible for assuming that you were with Robotnik or were working with him. He clenched his fist, angry. He smashed the drone without thinking.

Sonic was going to save you and make Robotnik pay.

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