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marquezian · 1 day
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"With my circle, it's like a bunker I say. It's like, it's my bunker." – Behind the Dream: Marc, 2022
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pierisim · 9 months
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Hello hello !
The Unfold set is ready to be...unfold! This month focus on small spaces where you can play with those foldable items (at least pretend it is!) like convertible bed and foldable tables! This way you will be able to save a little bit of space in your lots!
You can find the items by searching for UNFOLD or Pierisim in game.
Some items share the same textures so make sure to have the packages finishing by "texture" in your mod folder :)
All base game compatible.
unmerged and merged version available.
Public 17/08/2023
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mutantmayhems · 4 months
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My friends think I like to fight, but it's just not true. Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam—but I've never enjoyed it. I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite.
RAPH AND ANGER
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huge shoutout to @shalaaex and @amascomet for their incredible art that inspired this! check out their beautiful posts!!
quote is from isle of dogs (2018)
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Hazbin Hotel episode 1 "Overture", alternatively titled "Alastor being iconic as shit for 23 minutes."
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remedyx · 3 months
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Masked Miracles
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 8
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy (if that needs a warning), mentions of mating, Yoongi being a smartass and then the neediest kitty alive, mentions of sexual activities
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The loud purring in my ear is what woke me. Followed by the soft nudge against my jaw coaxing me to move my head to the side. I groaned lowly, swatting it away in annoyance. I was tired, more than tired. My body ached to high heaven, even in places I never would have thought it could. It had been two, or maybe three? I honestly couldn’t remember, the days had begun running together when I was no longer allowed to step foot outside of this room. Even going to the bathroom alone wasn’t an option. Yoongi tagging along despite my insistence I could go by myself.
I quickly realized it wasn’t a matter of me being able to handle my own business so much as a way for Yoongi to extend his care for me in another way. That was, between the endless rounds of sex he instigated. He’d feed me, then fuck me. Bathe me and then have me all over again because I was no longer washed in his scent. Let me catch an hour or two of sleep and then wake me again when his urges became too much. I was positive if I had my scale from home that I used on the rare occasions I tried to diet, I’d have lost more weight in the past few days than I ever had limiting my food consumption.
Another nudge against my jaw reminded me of the only possible person it could be, the obnoxiously loud purring solidifying my assumption. Yoongi moved closer to me, nudging me a bit more forcefully before slipping a leg between mine. I groaned with the discomfort; I was sore. Used thoroughly, but at the same time, I had never been so satisfied. With a sigh, I allowed myself to stretch, testing to what extent my body suffered at the hands of that man in bed with me. Yoongi took the opening delightedly, nose burying its way into my neck and rubbing his own cheeks over mine aggressively. Scenting me.
I had asked about it once in greater detail during one of our breaks while Yoongi had been a bit more coherent. Which became less and less common the further into his mating heat we got. Last night, we hadn’t even been able to have a formal conversation, he had lapsed into nothing except low purrs and growls. He was oddly vocal in a more primal sense, which I had been told by him wasn’t unusual. His species were vocal creatures in general and the louder he was meant he was more content. So, I took it as a good sign.
“Yoongi.” I whined when his rubbing turned to licking.
Every inch of my skin was sensitive. Licked, sucked, rubbed, and bitten raw. The last time I had chanced a glimpse of myself through the small mirror in the bathroom, I was painted red and purple. Much to my horror. Yoongi felt differently, however. He treated it like it were art, a masterpiece at his own hands and marks he diligently gave attention every chance he could.
“Beautiful.” He murmured, kissing the newest mark he’d left just below my left breast. “My beautiful mate. So perfect for me.”
I blushed at the memory. Not that you could really tell considering I was littered with red shading.
“Sorry.” Yoongi whispered, his small smile betraying his apology. “Just making sure the others know not to touch you when we go out.”
“It’s over?”
He hummed, the slow drag of his tongue across my collarbone making me flinch and scold him again. He chuckled, finally giving me a bit of reprieve to lay back beside me on the bed.
“Unfortunately.”
“I’d disagree. I don’t think my body would have been able to handle much more.” I admitted.
“You did good. Better than I anticipated.” He chuffed, tracing a love bite on my shoulder. “The perfect mate.”
I blinked, slowly, before a smug smirk curled one corner of my lips.
“Did you just compliment me?”
“My hormones are still running rampant. Must be the oxytocin making me spout such nonsense.”
“Yep. There’s the Yoongi I know.” I snorted, turning onto my back. “So, what happens now?”
“Well, now, despite knowing it’s not possible, the more primal part of me illogically believes you’re pregnant and will continue to believe it for at least another, let’s say week, maybe two until we’re past the point in which your scent should have changed if you were. In the meantime, you’re stuck with me and my heightened aggressive tendencies until that happens, so try not to unnecessarily provoke me.”
“Okay, well how do I make sure I’m not provoking you?”
He propped his head up with one arm, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he thought about it.
“There’s a long running list, but I’ll give you the highlights. Number one, don’t be such a brat. You intentionally ignore me or my commands, then I’ll see it as a challenge, and I won’t hesitate to remind you how good you can be underneath me. Two, don’t engage in activities that could pose a risk to you, or our cub. And three, no acceptance of any of the other’s advances. I’m your mate, I’m the only one you need to take care of you and it’s my cub you’re carrying.”
“Advances? You really think they’ll make a move on me after listening to the two of us getting it on the past few days?”
“I do and they will. Especially right now when you smell so receptive. That’s why you’ll have to be covered in my scent.”
I huffed, but didn’t comment. His rules didn’t really make sense to me, most of them anyway, but I wasn’t the hybrid. While I wasn’t keen on them, I could at least respect them. Maybe. Assuming he didn’t make ridiculous demands of me and what I was allowed to do. I turned back to look at him.
“You said the rational part of you knows I’m not pregnant. Even knowing that, why does some part of you still believe otherwise?”
“The more animalistic side doesn’t necessarily comprehend the idea of contraception. That doesn’t really exist among my species. My pride likes to believe that despite it, I was still capable of knocking you up.”
“Yeah, well, let’s hope not.” I mumbled under my breath.
At that second my stomach let out the most horrendous noise. Hunger hitting me full force while I grinned sheepishly at Yoongi. He lifted an eyebrow, low chuckle leaving him as he made to get up. I couldn’t help but notice how utterly gorgeous he still looked even after spending the last few days subject to the same strenuous sexual activity I had been. But rather than looking tired he looked rejuvenated. And I couldn’t deny that I was somewhat envious. Especially as just the subtle shift of my body against the sheets felt like I had been hit by a semi.
“Let’s get you some food.” Yoongi chirped, gummy smile taking over his features.
Being a part of the group again was a little awkward. Although I had to admit that the rest of the guys did their best to keep me from feeling that way. Especially Jin. He attempted to go back exactly how things had been before, except he underestimated the fact that I had a snow leopard hybrid as a shadow now who thwarted every advance he could to keep Jin from coming within three feet of me. Any of them really.
“I’m sure you’re hungry.” Namjoon smiled knowingly, holding a bowl out to me from across their small table.
“Starving.” I laughed. “Even this slop is beginning to sound appetizing.”
Before I could accept it, Yoongi brushed my hands aside. Sliding his bowl over to me quickly before snatching the one Namjoon held. No one really seemed all that surprised, choosing to ignore it in favor of digging into their own food.
“Okay.” I murmured, turning my attention from Yoongi back to Namjoon. “So, how long does it usually take for them to notice that one of you has mated?”
“In your case, they already know.” Hoseok mumbled around a mouth full of food. “They’ve been in and out for the last few days while you and Yoongi were… busy.”
“They came in?” I asked, noticing Yoongi eyeing the last of the food in the middle of the table. Gaze trained on it heatedly, low growls leaving him any time someone else’s hand wandered too close to it.
Namjoon shook his head. “More like gave a head count. I don’t think they know for sure that that’s what was happening, but I’m sure it’s what they were hoping for.”
“They’ll most likely pop in more frequently over the next couple of days to confirm.” Jin added, pushing the last helping towards Yoongi before motioning to me.
Yoongi took the cue. Scooping up the last bit of the meal and depositing it into my still half full bowl.
“I won’t finish this.”
“Eat.” He grunted, fixing me with a hard look.
I sighed but listened. Slowly nibbling on it while tuning back into the conversation.
“And if it all goes well and they buy it?”
“Then they’ll take you upstairs to confirm for sure. At least, that’s what they’ve done previously.” Taehyung shrugged.
“Excellent. So, how do we convince them that there’s a possibility I’m already pregnant without explicitly telling them that?”
I intentionally ignored the sudden purr from Yoongi. Fending off his hands and his tail that attempted to wrap around my leg as he scoot closer to me, invading my already limited space. Namjoon looked amused, eyes flicking between the two of us before pointing directly at Yoongi.
“They’ll be watching him.”
“Yoongi?”
The sound of his name had the rounded ears atop his head perking up. Both swiveling towards me at attention. His tail shuddered excitedly as if waiting for me to ask him for something. On the other side of him, Jimin’s tail swished back and forth lazily. One ear cast in the direction of Yoongi while trying his best to keep his eyes forward although I had caught him sneaking glances our direction since we’d emerged from the room. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Perhaps when I wasn’t shadowed by the big cat currently pawing for my attention.
“Well, the best way for them to know whether one of us has mated is to watch our behavior. We become increasingly territorial and more aggressive towards other males in the presence of our mates. It’s the easiest way for them to know if we’ve actually mated or not.” Jin enlightened me. “Especially in Yoongi’s case. Any other time he’s distant with anyone outside of our pack. For him to be… well… like that…” Jin paused, watching as Yoongi scented me for about the fifteenth time since taking our seats. “It’ll be obvious he’s mated with you.”
I grimaced feeling his tongue run against my still sensitive flesh again. Pulling away much to Yoongi’s displeasure.
“Then all it is now is a waiting game.” I sighed, trying to placate the upset cat by offering my wrist instead.
He took it, giving it a quick once over before planting my hand on his head, urging me to pet him. Feeling really strange about all of this given this wasn’t really a side of Yoongi I was familiar with, I carefully ran my fingers through his dark hair, being mindful of his ears. His purring continued, the sound only stopping when someone around the table would shift in their seat only to resume shortly after they settled again. It hadn’t escaped my notice that he purposely made sure I sat at the end of the table away from anyone other than him. The closest person being Namjoon across from me, but the man was respectful about keeping his distance from me. Whether that was more his sake, or Yoongi’s I had no idea, but either way they all seemed to understand the fragile state Yoongi loitered in right now.
But our part was done. All that was left was for them to take the bait and think Yoongi and I had mated, and I was with his cub as Yoongi would put it. I prayed that would happen sooner rather than later because I didn’t know how long I’d be able to cope with a needy kitty cat. No matter how adorable I found it.
Chapter 9》
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geminiwritten · 1 year
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undercover ; billy butcher
fandom: the boys
pairing: billy x reader
summary: you have to go undercover as butcher’s wife to vought’s annual supe celebration - prompt (that i don’t remember where i saw it, i’m sorry!): “I bet you one hundred dollars that you’re hard right now.” *he stands up and drops $100 on the table*
notes: i wrote this in one day and you can tell!!! it’s so rushed, i’m so sorry, but also i’m just hot for this man and refuse to stop??? let me know what you think!
warnings: swearing, very small alcohol consumption, very light smut, and a bit of harassment from an unwelcome dude
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“You have a thing for Butcher?” Hughie gasps, the apartment door swinging open as he steps inside.
Annie’s eyes grow wide, her hand covering her mouth to try and hide her cheeky smile. You scowl at her before turning to Hughie, his face a comical mixture of disgust and amusement.
“What have I said about eavesdropping on movie night, Hubert?” you demand, calling him by the stupid nickname you know he hates.
He rolls his eyes, “I wasn’t eavesdropping, I texted Annie to say I was on my way home. It’s not my fault you’re practically shouting about the fact that you want to fu-”
“Hughie,” Annie giggles, “be careful.”
“Hey,” he says, turning to her, “I’m just repeating what I heard.”
You hold your face in your hands and groan, sinking back into the soft couch cushions and praying that they might open up and swallow you into a different dimension.
“I’m sorry,” Annie sighs, “I honestly just lost track of time.”
Hughie drops his keys and wallet on the kitchen bench alongside two plastic bags that wreak of cheap Chinese food. Your stomach grumbles at the smell, and you reluctantly pull yourself off the couch before dragging your feet toward the kitchen.
“So,” Hughie says with a grin, “how long has this been going on then?”
“Nothing is going on,” you state, “and it’s certainly none of your business.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone,” he begins helping you unpack the bags of food, “besides, I had a sneaking suspicion. You do kind of look at him like-”
You pull a butterknife out of the draw and point it at him, “Like what?”
He freezes, his hands flying up on either side of his head in surrender.
Annie laughs again, “Okay, you two, cut it out.”
You put the knife down and retrieve three full sets of cutlery before setting a stack of bowls beside the containers of food. Hughie serves himself first before Annie fills her own bowl and you last, already shovelling mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth as you move back toward the couch.
“You know,” Hughie says between mouthfuls, “if you wanted to talk about it, I might be able to help.”
You scoff, “Yeah? How?”
He shrugs, “I don’t know, talk to him.”
“And say what?” you drop your fork into your bowl, mocking Hughie’s voice as you say, “Hey Butcher, do you think Y/N is hot, because I know she dreams about fucking you.”
He scowls at you, “I can be subtle.”
Annie giggles, hiding her face behind her bowl as Hughie casts his glare toward her.
“I appreciate your concern, Hughie,” you say, “but I think I’ll just stick to fantasising about him in the shower.”
His expression morphs into disgust as he begins choking on his mouthful of food, his face turning bright red. Annie’s laughter fills the room, and you join her while Hughie struggles to compose himself.
To your surprise, and relief, Hughie agrees to keep your little secret to himself. He doesn’t even make a stupid face the next day when the three of you arrive at the boys’ current hideout, finding MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, and the man himself huddled around the dining room table.
“Righ’ on time,” Butcher says with a grin, “let’s get to it, then.”
You knew he was excited about this next mission, if you could call it that. Everyone was, in fact, because thanks to Annie’s excellent intel, you were all attending Vought’s annual ball. A night of celebration to thank the mighty Supes for keeping the streets safe, or as Butcher liked to call it, Vought’s annual wank-fest.
“Your invitations are all sorted,” Annie says, pulling a small handful of envelopes out of her bag. “Hughie came up with all your aliases, so please stick to them, or you’ll be kicked out in a heartbeat. Security is tough at this thing, and there’ll be no talking yourselves out of a bad situation.”
She looks pointedly at Butcher, but his smirk only widens.
“Frenchie,” Hughie says, “you’re going as a member of the tech team, so you’ll be behind the scenes and keeping an eye on the cameras for anything suspicious.”
Frenchie rubs his hands together excitedly, taking the envelope from Annie and tearing it open.
“Monsieur Felipe Lavigne, senior security technician,” he announces, reading the ID card aloud.
“MM and Kimiko, you’ll be with me,” Hughie goes on, “we’ll be posing as press on behalf of the city council. There’s a huge group of council members and associates, so all we have to do is blend in.”
MM takes two envelopes and passes one to Kimiko.
Hughie turns to you, “I originally had you listed as press too, but then decided it might be smart to double down on Butcher’s alias, give him another level of cover, you know?”
You frown, tilting your head sceptically as he hands you and Butcher an envelope each.
“You’ll be attending as prospective stakeholders, invited by corporate to bask in the glory of Vought in the hopes that you’ll invest in their cause,” Hughie explains. “An affluent couple from upstate New York, recently immigrated from Britain after growing bored of your rich English lifestyle.”
You’re almost positive your brows have reached your hairline as you stare at the envelope in your hands, your trembling fingers struggling to pull the ID badge out.
“Brooklyn Williams,” you read aloud.
Annie shoots Hughie a look, promising that he would be paying for this later, and you realise that he must have made this decision in the past twelve hours without consulting her.
“William Williams,” Butcher says, frowning at Hughie, “really?”
Despite being the target of several unhappy stares, Hughie chuckles.
Frenchie snickers too, “At least you will not forget it, eh?”
“Smart move, Hughie,” MM speaks up, “Butcher is the one most likely to be caught, but with Y/N in tow, he might think twice about putting himself in danger.”
Butcher rolls his eyes, “Do none of you ‘ave any faith in me?”
Hughie, Frenchie, and MM respond in unison, “No.”
The seven of you spend the next two hours going over the details of your aliases and the agenda of the function. It’s going to be a huge event, which meant little risk of actually running into Homelander or anyone who might recognise any of you. Annie won’t be able to help on the night, being one of the spotlight attendees, but that isn’t what’s was making you nervous. You’re going to have to spend a good five hours pretending to be married to Butcher, the one man you desperately want and the one man you were trying very hard not to fall in love with.
After what feels like forever, Frenchie announces that he is going to get dinner and Annie bids you all goodbye to check in at Vought tower. Hughie sets his laptop up at the desk in the corner of the lounge room while MM excuses himself for his nightly facetime call with Janine.
Kimiko turns to you, signing a question about what you were all going to wear on the night.
“Annie helped me organise some things,” you reply, gesturing toward the suitcase by the door. “You should try it on now, and if you don’t like it we can find something else.”
You know Kimiko isn’t a fan of cocktail attire, and you definitely didn’t want her walking into the dragon’s den worrying about the way she looked or if she’d be able to fight should the need arise.
“What ‘bout me, love?” Butcher asks, his signature smirk curling the corner of his lips.
Your cheeks burn under his gaze, “You don’t get a choice, you’ll be wearing a suit.”
He chuckles, “I do love a stubborn woman, must’ve been why I married you.”
Your pulse thrums in your ears, and you fail to think of a sarcastic retort, instead turning away in the hopes that he hasn’t already noticed the bright colour in your cheeks.
Kimiko drops the case on its back with a thud, unzipping it quickly and throwing it open to pull out each of the bagged costumes. There are four suits of various styles with varying accessories, and two dresses. She stands holding the one labelled with her name, dragging the zip right down the middle and revealing the soft black fabric of her dress. It isn’t quite full length, hemmed just below the knee in a pencil skirt style and devoid of any embellishments. A simple black dress with long sleeves, fitted but flexible.
She grins, signing to you that it is perfect and thanking you for not putting her in anything ridiculous.
“We chose two pairs of shoes too,” you say, “in case you don’t want to wear the heels.”
Butcher strides toward the suitcase and picks up the last bag, but you follow him, quickly snatching it out of his hands before he can pull the zip.
“My dress can wait until the night,” you hold it behind your back for good measure, “I’m still not sure about it.”
He quirks one brow, “You’re not wearin’ latex, are ya?”
You roll your eyes before turning on your heel, taking your dress into your room and tucking it into the back of your closet. You fall back on your bed, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths as you try to calm your erratic pulse. It’s just one night, you can hold it together for one night, right?
The next two days pass in a blur of preparations and planning, and before you know it, you’re staring at the dress hanging in your closet with a towel wrapped around your body. Your hair is clean and curled, pulled into a half up do with twisted gold pins creating the illusion of diadem just below the crown of your head. You took a little longer to do your makeup than usual, out of practice in the art of winged eyeliner and false lashes, but in the end, you were proud. Now, the dress.
Your fingers are numb as you pull the zipper down, revealing the red silk material of the gown that Annie convinced you would be a good idea. You blame her for this just as much as Hughie.
“Come on, Y/N,” MM calls through your bedroom door, “we have to go.”
You sigh and throw your towel aside, hurriedly pulling the dress off its hanger. The material is cool against your skin, sliding easily over your curves and fitting your body like a tailor-made glove. You twist awkwardly to secure the zip before turning to the mirror.
The dress is floor length, a few inches of the red silk pooling at your feet, with a long slit reaching scandalously up to your left hip. The straps are about an inch thick, and the neck cowled, showcasing your breasts and the perfect amount cleavage. The silk hugs your torso, and you’re a little startled at just how good you feel in this dress.
Another knock at the door has you rushing to slip into your beige heels, and you check that your underwear are pulled high enough to not be seen in the slit of the dress before opening the door. MM’s jaw drops.
“Holy shit, Y/N.”
You blush, “Thanks.”
Being the gentleman he is, he tears his eyes away from you, offering you his arm with a cheeky grin plastered across his face.
In the lounge room, Kimiko is helping Frenchie with his tie and Hughie is struggling to secure his suspenders to his trousers. Your breath catches when your eyes land on Butcher, dressed in a classic and perfectly fitted black tux. He has even trimmed his beard and styled his hair, still a little dishevelled but holy shit, does the sight of him make your mouth water.
“Damn,” Hughie says when he sees you, “nice dress.”
“Nice suspenders.”
He chuckles, “Are we ready?”
Butcher turns to you, his jaw going slack and his eyes dark. Your chest squeezes, your lungs struggling to draw enough breath as your head spins from the lack of oxygen.
“Ready,” MM says beside you.
“Good,” Hughie tucks his ID badge into his shirt pocket, “I’ve organised two cars, one for Y/N and Butcher, and the other for the rest of us. Once we’re there, we can’t slip up, keep your masks up and don’t even look at anyone you think might recognise you.”
You check your small black clutch for your ID badge and phone.
“Earpieces are too risky tonight,” he continues, “so keep your phones on you, and if one of us is out, we all abort.”
Kimiko checks her own purse and the boys check their pockets before you all shuffle out the door. Hughie, MM, Frenchie, and Kimiko exit the building first, leaving you and Butcher alone in the lobby.
“You ready, sweethear’?” he asks, gazing at you with the same dark eyes as before.
You nod, “As I’ll ever be.”
After a minute, you exit the apartment and climb into the awaiting car. Butcher greets the driver as the car pulls away from the curb, and you take the chance to pull your phone out, typing out a quick message to Hughie.
‘I’m going to kill you.’
Your phone pings before you can put it away, and you quickly turn it to silent before reading his reply.
‘You’re welcome ;)’
A warm hand on your bare legs startles you, the heat sinking into your blood and making it sizzle through your veins.
“You sure you’re alrigh’?” Butcher asks.
“Yeah,” you mutter, “just nervous.”
His thumb rubs soft circles on your thigh, sending shockwaves of desire right to your core.
“Nothin’ to be worried ‘bout, love, I’ve got you.”
Your eyes almost roll back in your head at the sound of his deep voice. He truly does not know how much he does have you, all of you.
“Thanks, Billy,” you whisper, your voice unsteady.
His eyes don’t leave you for the duration of car ride, and your pulse refuses to settle. Anxiety and desire tangle in your stomach, twisting it into loops and winding the knot in your core even tighter than it already was.
Eventually, the car stops, and you both thank the driver before climbing out. You’re not at the main entrance of the building, but there is still a ridiculous number of security guards standing around, and barriers preventing anyone without an invitation from getting within twenty feet of the door. Butcher wraps an arm around your waist to guide you forward, his warmth shielding you from the cold night air.
“By the way,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “you look fuckin’ delectable in that dress.”
Another wave of heat washes through your veins, and it takes every ounce of focus for you to not stumble up the walkway. Two security guards step forward as you both flash your ID badges.
“Mr. and Mrs. Williams,” the guard in front of Butcher says, scanning the barcodes on the badges, “welcome to Vought tower.”
The security guard in front of you is younger than the other, his blonde hair slicked back and his mouth etched into a sleazy smirk as his eyes rake up and down your body. He winks as he steps aside, and Butcher notices, his expression twisting into a scowl.
Just as you reach the doors, Butcher’s hand slips from your waist to your ass, squeezing it as he dips down and plants a hot kiss against your neck.
“Fuckin’ perve,” he mutters, before guiding you through the doors and down the corridor.
Your mouth is dry and your knees wobbly, but you move with practice and manage to appear cool and collected as you step into the huge event room. It’s extravagantly decorated with drapes of sheer fabric hanging from the high ceilings and a huge crystal chandelier in the centre. There are dozens of round tables, all set with fine silver-wear and obnoxious centrepieces made of red and white roses.
“Nice to know where all our money will be going if we decide to invest, darlin’,” Butcher says with a cheeky grin.
You giggle, letting him guide you through the clusters of elegantly dressed attendees toward where you assumed your table would be. You don’t remember ever finding out that piece of information, but you assume either Hughie or Annie told Butcher while you were still reeling about having to play ‘happy couple’ with him.
You listen carefully to snippets of conversations as you pass, waiting for anything interesting to catch your attention. Butcher stops at an empty table and pulls out a chair, you smile in thanks before taking a seat, quickly shuffling forward to avoid flashing everyone due to the ridiculously high split in your dress. Butcher notices though, chuckling to himself as he takes the chair beside you.
Before you can speak, he places a hand on your bare leg and squeezes, knocking every thought right out of your head.
You gasp, “I-It’s hot in here, is it hot in here?”
“I think that’s jus’ you, sweethear’,” he replies with a wink.
The room quickly fills with guests, conversations growing louder and drowning out the soft music playing over the speakers. Eventually, a woman takes the stage and the room falls quiet, listening to her lengthy introduction about how grateful Vought were for this night and how wonderful it is to be able to celebrate America’s finest superheroes. You can barely hear her though, your ears filled with the thrum of your pulse as Butcher’s fingers draw patterns on your leg. Your core aches, and you shift in your seat only to feel the dampness between your legs.
When the room erupts into applause, Butcher’s hand freezes, and you turn to see Homelander striding onto the stage, his hair blinding beneath the bright spotlight.
“Hey,” you whisper, placing a hand on top of Butcher’s, “you okay?”
He turns to you and his scowl relaxes, a soft smile pulling on his lips. “Yeah,” he replies, “I’m good.”
You slip your other hand beneath his, praying that he doesn’t notice how sweaty your palms are as you play with his fingers beneath the table. Although you had started in the hopes of calming him, you find your own sense of relaxation in his touch, focusing on the feeling of his skin as Homelander drawls on about Vought and The Seven.
After what feels like an eternity, he finishes his speech and the room cheers again. The woman returns to the microphone to announce the first course of food before music and conversation fills the air, and you turn your attention toward the centre of the table. Butcher grips your hand as you attempt to move it, entwining his fingers with yours and only allowing one of your hands free.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you two at one of these events before,” the woman beside you says.
She’s older but extremely elegant, with a pendant around her neck that you don’t doubt costs more money than you’ll ever get to see in your bank account.
“We’re new in town,” you reply, your voice very slightly lilted, “just moved from London’s east end, actually.”
“How charming,” she places a hand against her pendant, “I’m Lucille, and this is my husband, Jack.”
The podgy man beside her nods, his cheeks and nose bright red as he guzzles from his glass of champagne.
“Pleasure to meet you,” you say, “I’m Brooklyn, and this is my husband, William.”
You cast a glance at Butcher, only to find his eyes already locked on you, sparkling under the soft yellow lights. He has dopey smile on his lips and an emotion you can’t discern floating behind his gaze. Your stomach flips.
“You do make a charming, if you don’t mind my saying,” Lucille says.
You nod, your cheeks tingling with warmth, “Thank you.”
“So,” her husband, Jack, speaks up, his voice gruff, “what brings you here?”
You wait a beat for Butcher to reply, but he only watches you with that same expression.
“To be totally honest with you, I’m not sure,” you reply with a half-hearted laugh, “we have been thinking about investing, but I do wonder why a company of this immensity even needs investors.”
Jack chuckles, “You’ve got that right, seems greedy, doesn’t it?”
Lucille frowns at her husband before turning back to you, “We don’t do it for them, we do it for our grandkids, for their future. In the hopes that they will have a future, a safe one. This world is a nasty place.”
“You’re not wrong about that,” you sigh.
She nods, “That’s why it’s important to protect what you love, and hold on to it.”
Butcher’s hand squeezes yours, making your heart thump violently within your chest. You turn to him and meet his eyes, the fire in your veins blazing with a new intensity and heating every inch of your skin.
“I-If you’ll excuse me,” you stammer, pushing your chair back, “I need to use the bathroom.”
Butcher nods as you stand, and you can hear Lucille strike up new conversation while you weave between the tables toward the exit. Fresh air fills your lungs the moment you reach the foyer, and you pull your phone out of your bag, finding Hughie’s contact name with trembling fingers.
‘If I survive tonight, I WILL kill you.’
You hit send and turn toward the bathroom, almost stumbling when you see the same blonde security guard who had been stationed at the doors.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” he asks, his slimy smirk loading the question with innuendo.
“I’m okay,” you reply, “thank you.”
He steps forward before you can move, “You sure? You look a little flustered. Perhaps a step outside might help? It does get awfully hot in here.”
The first spark of fear rattles up your spine.
“I appreciate that, but I just need to use the restroom,” you say.
His smirk doesn’t falter, “Well, if you change your mind, let me know. I’d be more than happy to escort you. Can’t have a stunning woman such as yourself wandering the streets alone.”
You force a polite smile onto your face as you step around him and hurry down the corridor toward the bathrooms. With one subtle glance over your shoulder, you see him watching, still standing at the end of the hall looking almost predatory.
“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, turning sharply into the first stall.
You close the toilet lid and sit on top if it, holding your head in your hands and counting your breaths. After a minute of trying to wrangle your wild thoughts, you decide that Butcher is either a fantastic actor or… in love with you. Your heart aches to agree with the latter, but your brain fights for reason, reminding you that you’re in an incredibly sensitive situation and he is only acting like this to keep up the façade.
You sigh and stand up, panic piercing your chest when you remember the pushy security guard waiting for you in the foyer. You find your phone again, tapping on Butcher’s name and quickly typing out a message.
‘Don’t freak out, I’m totally fine, but I need you to come get me. Foyer.’
You count to thirty before exiting the stall and washing your hands, pleasantly surprised by your reflection in the mirror, aside from the deep red splashed across your cheeks. You walk calmly out of the bathroom and down the corridor, ignoring the spike in your pulse when you see the back of the security guard still standing there.
He turns around at the sound of your footsteps, a smirk curling his lips. “Hey gorgeous, are you-”
“There you are,” Butcher calls, striding toward you.
He wraps an arm around your waist, his hand splayed across your lower back as he presses your body against his. You don’t have time to respond before his lips capture yours. Your knees almost buckle, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as his mouth moves against yours and your mind goes completely blank.
He pulls back ever so slightly, his forehead still touching yours as he whispers, “I missed you.”
The feeling that bubbles in your chest makes your heart want to explode.
“Better get back in there,” he says, carefully releasing you.
You nod, unable to summon a single word as he looks at you like that, his pupils blown and his lips swollen from the kiss. He takes one of your hands in his and pulls you toward the doors before casting a menacing scowl over his shoulder at the security guard.
“Did he touch you?” he asks, his voice low.
You shake your head, “No.”
“Good.”
“Wait,” you tug on his hand before he can walk through the doors.
He frowns as you pull him to the side, into an alcove beneath the grand stairs that lead up to the private rooms above the event hall. He doesn’t resist when you press him against the wall, your hands on his chest and your body covering his. You look up at him through your thick lashes, and you can feel a soft groan rumble through his chest.
“I’m not sure we were convincing enough,” you whisper, before surging up and pressing your lips against his.
His hands hold the back of your head as he tilts his own to deepen the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips and making you whimper. Your ears fill with the erratic thrum of your heart and the soft moans from the man in front of you, making you forget about everything that isn’t him. The fire rushing through your veins collects at your core, burning with need and making you clench as his hands wander down your back to cup your ass.
Time loses all meaning as you tangle your limbs with his, your body throbbing almost painfully. You have to stop yourself from clawing at his clothes, every desire within you craving to tear his suit apart and absolutely devour him.
Eventually, your lungs begin to burn, and the short gasps between kisses aren’t enough to appease them, so you pull away. His pupils are huge, consuming almost all of the colour in his eyes as he studies your face with a small smile.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs.
You open your mouth to tell him the same when someone clears their throat, and you both snap toward the sound. Hughie is standing a few feet away, his ID badge now on a lanyard around his neck and a notebook in his hand. His face looks pained, struggling to contain what would be a hysterical laugh if you weren’t all supposed to be undercover.
You stumble back from Butcher with wide eyes, your mouth trying to form words but no sound comes out.
Butcher straightens his jacket and clears his throat, “Sorry, mate, as you were.”
Hughie takes a deep breath and turns toward the room, and you have to commend him for his self-control.
Butcher looks down at you, “D’you think that was convincing enough?”
You giggle, “Maybe a little too convincing.”
He smirks and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping at the smeared lipstick. You know you must look like a wreck, your makeup smudged and your face blotchy and red, but you don’t care.
“Better get back in there before you get me arrested for public indecency,” he says, taking your hand in his.
You laugh again as he leads you back into the room, guiding you through the throngs of people and toward your table. Lucille greets you with a smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she surveys your flustered state. Butcher sits and shuffles his chair closer to yours before placing a hand on your thigh, much higher than where it was before.
“It’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it?” Lucille whispers to you.
You frown, “What is?”
“That love and passion,” she replies with a grin. “He just adores you, I can tell. Don’t ever let go of what you two have, it’s rare.”
You try to hide your smile, but it’s almost impossible. “I won’t.”
You’re not sure what you’ve missed but you assume it was Annie’s speech as the chatter around you is filled mostly with her name. The woman from before returns to the stage to rave some more, though you don’t bother trying to pay attention. Butcher is watching you with hungry eyes, filling your head with filthy thoughts and absolutely soaking your panties.
“So, Mrs. Williams,” he says, his voice low, “got any plans after this?”
“Not really,” you reply, “but I do think there’s a toy in the top drawer of my dresser calling my name.”
He swallows thickly, “Is that so?”
You nod, “I’m feeling a little wound up.”
“Perhaps I could help you unwind,” he whispers, “think I’d do a better job than that fuckin’ toy.”
“That’s a bold statement, are you sure?”
His fingers dig into your thighs with enough pressure to bruise, making your whole body jolt.
“Oh, I’m fuckin’ sure.”
His hand slides up your thigh and you part your legs instinctively.
He smirks, “Good girl, so responsive.”
The burning in your core pulses, sending white hot waves of desire up your spine to cloud your mind. His fingers brush the crotch of your panties, barely a touch but enough to make you sigh softly.
“You’re soaked,” he whispers, “so ready for my c-”
Cheers erupt throughout the room, drowning out his voice and startling you out of your stupor. His hand slides back down your leg and his smirk breaks into a devilish grin when you look at him with a scowl.
“Sorry, love,” he says as he retrieves his phone from his jacket pocket.
You take a moment to collect your thoughts, drawing steady breaths and trying to focus on anything but the man beside you. He chuckles at his phone before tucking it back into his pocket.
“Was that your mistress?” you tease.
He raises his brows, “Is that jealousy I’m hearin’?”
You slide your hand up his thigh, stopping just below his crotch to squeeze.
“You tell me, do I have anything to be jealous of?”
His voice is almost a groan, “Never.”
“Good.”
You slide your hand over his crotch, relishing in the way his whole body tenses before you pull back and fold your hands in your own lap. He sighs and takes a generous gulp from his glass of champagne, grimacing at the taste before leaning toward you with an arm over the back of your chair.
“You’re a fuckin’ tease, you know that?”
You turn to him, your face barely an inch from his, “Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
He leans back in his chair, his jaw tense but his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You fond of that dress?” he asks casually.
“This old thing? Nah.”
He nods once, “Good, because I’m goin’ to fuckin’ destroy it.”
The woman sitting on his other side chokes on her mouthful of champagne, casting an abhorrent glare toward the two of you before completely turning her back. You have to swallow your laughter, averting your gaze to your lap as Butcher chuckles quietly.
You feel your purse vibrate at the same time that Butcher reaches for his pocket. You pull your phone out and check the messages, finding several from Hughie.
‘We’re here to WORK, not fornicate.’
‘I just spent five minutes laughing to myself in the toilet.’
‘The shows closing soon, we should leave before the crowds. Unless you and Butcher are busy ;)’
“D’you think you can make it out of here without your knees bucklin’, love?” Butcher asks with a smirk.
You tuck your phone away and twist in your chair so that your legs are toward him, parting them slowly. The red silk slides against your skin and the split opens with your legs. Butcher’s gaze drops, his whole face turning red as his eyes grow wide.
“I bet you a hundred dollars that you’re rock hard right now,” you whisper, leaning forward.
His jaw twitches as his gaze moves to your chest, and you smirk before twisting toward Lucille.
“We’re going to duck out before the masses, but it was lovely meeting you,” you say, “and best wishes to your grandkids. They’re lucky to have such incredible grandparents.”
She smiles at you, her eyes watery, “It was lovely meeting you too, dear.”
Her husband grumbles a farewell and you smile politely at the rest of the table who you hadn’t bothered to meet before turning back to Butcher expectantly. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling at the way he shifts in his seat.
“Pleasure meeting you,” he nods toward Lucille and Jack.
He pushes his chair back and stands up, drawing a hand out of his pocket and dropping two fifty dollar bills onto the table before stepping back. A grin breaks across your face as you snatch the money and stand up, taking Butcher’s outstretched hand and letting him lead you out of the room. You almost stumble at the pace at which he drags you through the crowds, not stopping until you’re through the foyer, out the doors, and a good distance from the building’s entrance.
“You owe me,” he growls, yanking on your wrist so that you fall into his arms.
“Take whatever you want,” you whisper, “I’m all yours.”
Another rumble vibrates through his chest, and the knot of anticipation in your stomach twists tighter.
“Good, you’re here,” Hughie calls, his feet slapping against the pavement as he jogs toward you.
Butcher’s hold goes slack, and you take a reluctant step away from him as MM and Kimiko follow a few paces behind Hughie. The cold air nips at your bare skin, making you shiver.
“Where’s Frenchie?” MM asks.
“On his way,” Hughie replies with his phone in his hand, “and the car is close.”
You startle at the feeling of material falling around your shoulders, and glance up as Butcher steps in front of you, his arms guiding his blazer over your trembling body. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him through your thick lashes as his lips curl into a soft smile. He moves back to stand at your side and wraps one arm around you, pulling you against side.
Hughie’s grin is so wide you want to slap it off his face.
“Not a word,” Butcher mutters.
Hughie chuckles, “I didn’t say anything.”
MM is clearly amused, and even Kimiko is giggling when Frenchie comes jogging up behind them.
“Did I miss something?” he asks, his brows raised as he looks from Butcher to you.
“Car’s here,” Hughie announces, and you all step toward the curb.
Hughie climbs in the front seat and greets the driver before texting rapidly on his phone, no doubt messaging Annie to let her know you were all safe and heading home. Kimiko and Frenchie shuffle toward the back of the van, and MM grumbles when neither you nor Butcher volunteer to join them. He squeezes between the two of them on the backseat before Butcher helps you into the van, and you take the single seat behind the passenger as Butcher falls into the last seat behind the driver.
You shrink into his jacket, enveloping yourself in his scent and relishing the warmth that his body had left behind. His eyes don’t leave you for the duration of the trip, studying your face, lingering on your lips, and moving up and down your body over and over again.
The drive feels much longer than it should, but the car finally pulls up outside your apartment block and you all pile out. Frenchie begins rambling about pieces of information he overheard, and MM fills in some of the gaps with snippets that he picked up in the press crowd. You almost feel guilty that you did nothing but dry hump Butcher and chat with an elderly rich woman, but that guilt washes away the moment you step inside the apartment.
“Bed, now,” Butcher tells you, tugging you by your hand toward the master bedroom.
“Y/N,” Hughie calls before you can disappear, “I thought your bedroom was that way.”
You turn to him with a frown, finding that stupid boyish grin stretched across his lips as the rest of the room watches you with amused faces.
“I’m not going to sleep, Hughie,” you say, before turning to Butcher, “I’m not tired.”
You catch a glimpse of his disgusted expression before you turn and rush into Butcher’s bedroom, followed closely by the man himself. His hand catches the collar the jacket and pulls it off of you as you step toward the bed.
“Not tired?” he asks, starting on the top button of his shirt.
You sit on the edge of the bed and kick your heels off. “Not at all.”
“Good.”
In two strides, he’s right in front of you, using his knee to nudge your legs apart so he can stand between them. His eyes trace up your bare leg, stopping where the red material reveals an inch of your black panties, and he sighs.
“So,” you say, leaning back with your hands on the bed, “what do I owe you?”
His self-control snaps and his hands yank at the opening of his shirt, ripping the rest of the buttons apart before he shrugs it off his shoulders. He straddles your hips and pushes you back, his lips assaulting your neck as you writhe beneath him.
“You said, I could take whatever fuckin’ I want,” he mutters against your skin.
You only moan in response and he sinks his teeth into your neck, hard enough to leave a bruise before soothing it with his tongue.
“I’m gon’a take all of you,” he growls, “but first-”
He sits back suddenly, his fingers making quick work of his belt and the fastenings of his trousers.
“I made a promise to this dress,” he finishes, before gripping the material on either side of the slit and ripping it.
You gasp as the silk falls loose around your body, tearing right up to the neck and cleaving the dress apart entirely. His eyes rake over your bare skin as he licks his lips and drops onto his hands to hover over you, grinding his hips down and eliciting another moan from your mouth.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he sighs, “you’re gon’a kill me with those pretty noises, sweethear’.”
“Butcher,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I need you.”
His elbows buckle and his body falls on top of yours as his lips capture yours in a searing kiss.
“You have me,” he murmurs against your mouth, “you’ve got all of me.”
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Masked Miracles
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Chapter 6
Chapter warnings: smut. Like, some filthy somewhat angry smut. Yoongi is a wild card in this one. I'm not sorry about it. But please, 18+ only and skip if you're not comfortable with scenes like this. For those of you who are new to this blog. I apologize. This is what it's normally like around here lol
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I had made my decision. And as much as I was dreading going to him for it, every scene and reenactment I dredged up over the course of the day I was allotted ended the same way. With Yoongi being my best bet out of here. All of our best bets really. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe he’d participate in my plan just for my sake, but I did know he’d keep his pack’s best interests in mind. Getting them out of here was his top priority, so I would at least be able to rely on him to see this plan through. No matter what.
Plus, I couldn’t afford to go through what I committed to with someone that could potentially get attached. At the end of this, we had to go our separate ways. I couldn’t risk becoming attached to one of them or vice versa when we wouldn’t see each other again after we bust out of here. And Yoongi hated me. Which meant I didn’t have to worry about developing any lasting feelings by the time we’re through. I sighed, throwing Hoseok’s blanket off me. Not for the first time since I’ve been here, I wish there was a way to tell time.
A window, or at the very least a clock. Everyone had gone to bed at least a couple of hours ago and I hadn’t heard anything through the door for a while. I half expected Yoongi to wander his way in like he had last night, but that didn’t happen. Because God forbid the man make my job a little easier. But I needed to find him and let him know my decision. Preferably without the others present first so I wasn’t catching him completely off guard. I carefully slid off the edge of the bed, keeping as much weight as I could off my injured foot as I crept across the room.
How the heck I expected to get his attention without waking the others, I had no clue. Thinking I’d cross that bridge when I came to it, I gripped the door handle and slowly turned the knob. The sudden blowback caught me off guard, the door swinging heavily towards me causing me to stumble backwards. A thunk followed by a muted curse made me look down to see Yoongi on the floor. He had been laying against the door, body falling inwards when I had opened it and hitting the back of his head on the floor.
Well. That solved one problem.
Before he could so much as get one word out to scold me, I reached down, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and dragging him into the room. His confusion gave me enough time to get him out of the way so I could quietly shut the door again.
“What the hell are you doing?” He whispered, glaring at me as he got to his feet.
“I need to talk to you.”
“So, you just attempt a kidnapping?”
“Please. I pulled you into the next room. That’s hardly kidnapping.”
He huffed. I barely caught the roll of his eyes through the sliver of light the cracked bathroom door gave way to as he crossed his arms.
“Well, what is it? I’m hard pressed to believe you’d prefer my company over Jin or one of the others.”
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, gnawing on it lightly as I debated how to start this conversation. Yoongi’s bored expression doing nothing to ease my nerves. Thinking maybe honesty would be the best policy in this case and being someone who appreciates when others get straight to the point myself, I decided to just go for it when Yoongi’s chuckle cut me off.
“Oh my God.” He smirked, the mirth in his eyes shining even in the darkened room. “You dragged me in here to ask me to fuck you.”
“Not… entirely.”
He cocked an eyebrow, smirk widening revealing impossibly white teeth and a gummy smile.
“No need to be embarrassed sweetheart. I won’t say I’m not surprised, I’d be lying, but I most definitely assumed you’d pick our bear to suit your purposes. I gotta say I’m flattered.”
“Don’t pride yourself. The reason I picked you is because you’re not attached to me, and I’m not attached to you. The less feelings there are between us, the better.”
His head tilted in a way that said he was satisfied with my reasoning, hair shifting just enough for his ears to poke out.
“I couldn’t agree more. But I can promise you sweetheart, you won’t be walking away from this without some feelings for me. More than just the distaste you seem to hold for me now.”
“You know, confidence is attractive, but there’s a difference between confidence and arrogance and I’m beginning to think you fall into the latter category.”
He shrugged. “Just stating facts. I promise not to say, ‘I told you so’ later on.”
I scoffed looking away, completely unimpressed with the cocksure attitude he emanated. He walked towards me, the sudden approach making me take a good few steps back.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, holding a hand out in front of me.
“Well, there’s a few things we need to do first if we’re going to get this show on the road.”
“What does that mean!” I squealed, as his arms looped around me.
His hands hooking onto the backs of my thighs and lifting me up, forcing my legs around his waist. I grabbed onto his shoulders to maintain balance, my shock seemingly so out of place in the face of his calm demeanor as he mosied his way back across the room. He dropped me unceremoniously back onto the bed, and I didn’t miss the way one hand caught my calf, elevating it to keep my ankle from potentially bumping into anything. Not real sure where he was going with this, I looked up at him from my lounged back position. I propped myself up on my elbows, one leg hanging off the bed on one side of his hips and the other suspended in his grasp on the opposite side.
He coasted his fingers lightly up my leg, the touch sending goosebumps across my flesh even through the material of my pants as he slowly let my leg down.
“In order for this to work, you’re going to have to trigger my drive to mate.” He hummed, licking his lips as his hands found the exposed part of my stomach where the shirt Jimin had let me borrow rode up. “And there’s a couple of ways we can do that.”
“Care to explain it to me?”
My voice came out a lot sassier than I intended. Yoongi’s ears perking up at the tone, eyes flashing with mischief as they met mine.
“Oh sweetheart,” He practically purred, hands grabbing my waist tightly as he pushed me further onto the bed before following me. He kneeled between my thighs, fingers toying with the waistband of my pants. “I’d much rather show you.”
He pushed my shirt up higher, his head ducking to find my soft flesh, teeth sinking into the skin of my hip. I jumped at the sensation, the bite wasn’t painful, but he applied enough pressure to leave a mark. He chuckled, peering up at me.
“You’re going to have to relax.”
“Well excuse me. I’m not exactly used to people biting me.”
His tail swayed behind him, tip of it twitching excitedly as he moved further up my body. His tongue licked his lips predatorily, eyes practically glowing as soft purrs vibrated from his chest.
“If that bothers you, you’re really not going to like this next part.”
I tensed; the statement oddly ominous as I waited for his next move. He hovered over me, molding his body to mine enough for me to feel his growing excitement between my thighs. His nose touched my jaw, trailing across the length of it before nosing my head to the side for better access to my neck. He delivered another swift nip when I resisted, the only difference this time being that the skin of my neck was more tender and the nip was more like a pinch than a bite, making me flinch under him.
“Submit to me.” The words were accompanied by a sharp tug at my hair.
I arched into him, gritting my teeth. “I don’t submit.”
His growl answered mine, the sound sending a gush of arousal through me as he pulled harder. He thrust his lower half into mine, the feeling of his erection just barely brushing over the place where I would be seeking relief before too long was electric. It had been a while since I’ve been with anyone. My job took precedence in my life and relationships weren’t exactly something I worried about because of it. And while sex was nice, eventually I just, forgot about it. Forgot how good it felt to be touched by someone other than myself. And Yoongi was pressing every forbidden button I had stashed away.
“You’ll submit to me sweetheart. This only ends one way and the sooner you yield to me, the sooner I bury myself in that sweet pussy.”
Hard as I try, I was slipping. His words shooting bursts of tingles through me to pool between my legs. I hated thinking I was giving him exactly what he wanted. But I also had to think about what I wanted. And my desire to have him do exactly what he said, far outweighed any shred of dignity I might have left. Finally, I relented, baring my neck to him. He chuffed loudly, delighted in my submission. He didn’t waste a second of it, burying his face into my exposed throat, his mouth latched onto the delicate skin there, sucking sharply in a makeshift mark.
I could sense the change in him almost immediately. His handling of me getting rougher as he worked to tug my pants down. The haste in his movements was new for me. Then again, I was always used to being the one calling the shots. Things moved at my pace when it came to sexual intimacy and the role reversal I was experiencing now was both foreign and exciting. He didn’t bother pulling them all the way off my injured foot, just far enough that they were out of the way.
“No panties?” He smirked, despite his question, he didn’t seem all that disappointed.
“Did you expect me to put on a dirty pair of underwear?”
The gummy smile that lit up his features shouldn’t have made my heart pound as hard as it did.
“Touché.”
A low rumbling built in his chest, the sound a bit startling as he buried his face into my neck again.
“Can I ask what that noise is?” I murmured, feeling completely out of my element as he rubbed his cheek against me, his hair tickling my ear.
I shivered at the sensation. The reaction causing him to pin my body beneath his as if he were worried I was trying to escape.
“It means you’re doing something right.”
“God, do you have to be so-“
His mouth slammed down onto mine, effectively silencing me. Although I wasn’t expecting it, I fell into his kiss quickly. My hands burying themselves into his hair carelessly, my fingers brushing across the base of his ears. The loud groan he emitted having me pull back sharply.
“I’m sor-“
“Do it again.”
“What?”
He sat up, pulling his shirt off over his head before grabbing my wrist and tugging my hand back to his hair. As soon as my fingers were back where he wanted them, he laid another hungry kiss on me.
“I can see why Jin likes it so much.” He whispered against my lips.
The first swipe of his fingers through my folds made me moan. The brief friction of his touch across my clit leaving me aching for more. And Yoongi knew it. He slid two of his fingers inside me, my walls clenching on them desperately as he slowly drew them in and out.
“Look at you sweetheart. So wet for me already.”
“Yoongi.” I groaned softly. “Don’t tease me.”
“No? Want me to fuck you that badly? Does my girl want to be bred so soon?”
I didn’t know what about those words was so erotic. But the primal part of me responded to them viciously, a loud whine leaving me at the same time I pulled him closer. Without much thought, I bit the tender part of his neck at the same spot he had done to me. He snarled, touch no longer gentle or slow, instead he pulled his fingers out of me and roughly rolled me onto my stomach, yanking my lower half up onto my knees before one hand clamped down on the back of my neck holding me there.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to ruin you.” He growled, his one free hand working to quickly pull down his pants just enough to free his cock.
The first brush of it over my opening had me clenching in excitement, my back arching into him, hoping it would entice him to fuck me already. What I didn’t anticipate was the harsh smack of his hand across the junction between my thigh and ass. I yelped, the burn from the slap settling hot over my skin. He didn’t soothe the flesh there, he simply nudged my legs wider apart to accommodate him better, making sure my injured ankle was well out of the way.
“You asked for this sweetheart. That means you’ll take exactly what I give you. When I say the word, you’ll submit to me, just like this, and be a good girl ready to take my cock.”
I whimpered as he began to push inside. The flared head of his cock stretching me for the rest of him. I struggled to take him a little. Having been so long since I’d had sex, and Yoongi was girthy compared to what I’d had before, he was having to work his way in further.
“My good girl who’s ready for me to pump her nice and full.” He groaned, breath coming out in harsh puffs as he tried to slowly stretch me underneath him. “Fuck, I’ll have you primed to take my cock whenever I please by the time I’m done with you.”
“Yoongi.” I breathed, feeling so full for the first time in such a long while.
He finally managed to fully seat himself within me. The first stroke nearly bringing tears to my eyes as they rolled back. His grip on my hip was bruising as he held me still to pound into me. Every thrust threatening to knock the wind out of me, smothering my face into the sheets making it even harder for me to catch my breath.
“Isn’t that right? Want me to fuck you so much you’re dripping with my cum? So full you’re overflowing, but you’ll still fucking beg me for more.” He growled, fucking me harder.
I fisted the sheets, pathetic whines leaving me in answer. I was swimming in the pleasure he drowned me in, my mind incapable of stringing anything coherent together. Body useless for anything except taking every thrust of his hips and every stroke of his cock. Another hard slap against the tender flesh of the back of my thigh had me choking on a sob.
“Tell me what you want from me. I want to hear the words from you, you brat.”
His command barely registered through the fog over me. I honestly didn’t care what he was asking me, or what happened as long as he kept fucking me. But that wasn’t good enough for him. The hand on my neck moved up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling hard enough to lift my face off the bed.
“Say it!” He snarled, hips snapping into mine harder. “Let everyone hear you beg for it like a bitch in heat. I want them to know just how desperate you are for me to ruin you after the shit you pulled trying to defy me.”
The sting in my scalp from where he held onto my hair only drove my arousal to new heights. I was far past caring. Far past holding onto any sliver of dignity I could have when it came to him. He was right. He was ruining me.
“Breed me.” I panted breathlessly; the words lost to the sound of skin slapping as his hips made contact with my ass.
“Louder.” He commanded, fingers finding my clit.
“Breed me.” I moaned, stomach tightening and pussy fluttering around his cock as his ministrations pushed me towards my high.
“Louder.” He forced out between gritted teeth, his pace getting sloppy as he sought his own release.
“Fuck, Yoongi. Breed me! Please!” I wailed, as he drove me over that precipice, my orgasm crashing over me violently.
Tears ran down my cheeks and my toes curled. My injured ankle throbbing with the intensity of my orgasm as my legs shook. Yoongi’s answering groan was one of approval, his cock swelling inside me. His hands leaving my clit and my hair to grasp my hips, holding them up for him to keep thrusting into.
“Good girl.” He grunted, filling me with his seed. “You did so good for me. My beautiful girl.”
He was breathing hard, soft moans escaping him as he continued to shoot rope after thick rope of warm cum into me. The thrust of his hips soft as he milked himself to completion. I was a mess. My limbs felt like jelly and my body was sore and thoroughly sated. The exhaustion from our activities as well as the late hour finally hitting me, and I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep now. I sucked in a sharp breath as Yoongi pulled out of me, the sensation overwhelming for my sensitive body. I could fill his release slip out with him, some of it dribbling out of my opening and onto the bed below until Yoongi attempted to shove it back in with his fingers.
“Hold it sweetheart. I have plenty more to give you.”
Chapter 7》
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