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actually dying for a cooper howard x vaultie!reader smut where they have some slow burn longing steaminess, but coop thinks she’s too good for him UNTIL she comes in contact with a sex pollen-esque chem and he finally gives in to save her 🥵 please work your magic and elaborate however you want

A Flame in Your Heart

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)

CW: NSFW like absolutely filthy y’all, you’ve been warned. 💀 unprotected sex, irradiated cream pie, p in v, p0rn w/ plot, slow burn, flirting, cursing, perverted thoughts, dub-con (because of chem usage though consent is asked and given!) rough sex, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, squirting, mention of fingering, FEELINGS!! Slight deviation from TV series, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, cooper starts off mean but slowly warms up to reader

AN: I absolutely LOVED this request! I was up all night writing down all my ideas and spent all this morning perfecting it, and this has to be my longest one yet! I thank you for your patience anon and my lovely readers as I finally post this! Hope you enjoy and that I have done your ask justice! ❤️

Life outside of the vault was difficult to say the least. You felt hunger and dehydration in ways you’d never experienced before, going out of your way to do desperate things you would normally never do in order to get said food and water. The heat was unbearable, every stretch of land you walked across had a danger lurking around every corner, and worst of all, you’d never felt so alone. You weren’t sure what it was about you, maybe it was because you were new to the surface, maybe it was your nearly perfect skin, but everyone seemed to stare or glare at you when you would walk through. It wasn’t until you’d passed through Filly, meeting Ma June that you realized people didn’t take kindly to people like you. “Vaulties” she called them, an audible disdain in her tone, making you look down to remember you were in your blue and gold Vault-Tec suit. “I’ll be going then, have a nice day!” You said skiddishly, offering her a kind smile before turning and exiting the shop. You just wanted to make friends, why was that so hard up here? So when your eyes set on a man clad in classic Wild West cowboy clothes, watching smoke settle after a stand off, you weren’t sure why but you knew that was who you needed on your side in this world. Before you knew it, your feet were already moving and mouth speaking to him, grabbing his attention.

“I ain’t no charity case sweetheart, I don’t take on strays” The ghoul spoke, his southern drawl making him even more memorable than the marred texture of his skin. You looked to the dog that trailed not far behind him as he walked, changing its pace to keep up with the man. “The dog there with you tells me otherwise” you quipped. “Ain’t my dog” he responded harshly as he continued walking. “I can make it worth your while!” You yelled, making him stop in his tracks for a moment, a scary sight at first before you worked up the nerve to come closer once he turned back to you. “And how you suppose you’d do that?” He asked, and at first you didn’t know what to say, the words leaving your mouth before you could really think of a good enough reason. Did nobody like company anymore these days? “Well…I can be your scavenger! Pretty good at collecting stuff” you offered, shaking your bag and making things rattle around inside to prove it, making him give a huff of a chuckle. “‘f I wanted a pack mule I’d‘ve found a brahman” he shot you down. “Okay, then I can be good company to talk to!” You offered. “They make radios for when I want to listen to someone yack” he shut down once again. “I’m a good cook! Even with shitty supplies, I can make a stew that’d put a smile even on the meanest son of a gun’s face” you said, hopeful that he’d at least take you for something, but you had a feeling he’d probably turn you down again. “Iguana on a stick’s just fine” he said, though he had to admit the stew sounded good. Reminded him of home before all this wasteland bullshit. “Oh, umm…” you said awkwardly, your tone growing quiet and my how it put a sad look in your eyes. The evil part of him liked it, seeing your sweet innocent face all downturned but the part that was still human deep down, the part that hardly ever saw the light of day anymore, had half a mind to let you.

“Got a lotta nerve walkin’ up t’ me, girly. If you somehow been lucky enough that you ain’t met dangerous yet, you’re lookin’ at someone who could put you down before you’d even mutter your last words” he threatened, motioning to the double barreled shotgun in his hands. “I know, I saw it first hand. You hold yourself well, I envy that. I’m new to all of this and just really want someone who can help me hold my own the same way” you explained. “Look, I know I don’t look like much but please just give me a chance” you begged, looking up at him with a fighting spirit in your eyes that he had to admit, he was pretty impressed in seeing in a vaultie. “You help me, I help you, however that ends up being” you offered, standing strong on this and damn if he didn’t see a little bit of himself in you at that. He gave a sigh, tilting his head down before shaking it, not believing himself for the words he was about to say. “Alright, but the minute you start draggin’ you’re out, got me?” He said, and he hated the way his cold heart seemed to pump a little faster upon seeing your eyes light up with joy and a smile stretch to your face. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said, opening your arms up to hug him but being met with the barrel of his gun poking your stomach to keep space between you. “I don’t do hugs” he spoke gruffly, making you back up enough to where he’d drop the gun back to his side. “R-Right…sorry” you apologized, embarrassment washing over you but still glad to finally have someone in your company. “C’mon, I ain’t got all day now” he said, motioning you to start walking, so you joined him.

Your travels with him certainly weren’t at all what you were expecting them to be. From being used as bait, to being tied up with rope most of the time you’d traveled together, or being sent in as his scavenger, you weren’t prepared for a lot of the reality you faced with being up on the surface. Most nights made you question why you’d ever left the comfort of the vault, why you’d abandoned a trusty food supply, regulated temperatures, a safe place to sleep that wasn’t riddled with radroaches or had the likely hood of waking up to a raider with a knife at your throat for no reason. Then you would remember the experiment in your vault, why you left that awful place for arguably a worse reality on the surface but at least you had freedom. Out here you were free to say what you want, do what you want, consume what you want so long as you could defend yourself incase that supply wasn’t unclaimed. You’d gotten pretty handy with a gun in the most recent weeks. Cooper, you learned one night was his name, using empty glass bottles as targets to help teach you accuracy and how to hit things from a longer range. In exchange, you came a little more useful than he had first thought. You had some useful stuff on you for trade like chems, ammo and food, were a good extra bag to hold stuff in, and you were a better cook than you’d talked about. Sure you had a tendency to talk too much, and you weren’t great with a gun, but you were getting there.

“Might I suggest takin’ them clothes instead of wearin’ that suit?” He said, making you look at him weird for suggesting you strip a dead raider of their clothes. “Why would I do that…?” You asked, genuinely confused and not sure what he was implying either, he was a hard man to predict. “Because, people see that shit and get real mad. People up here don’t like vaulties or the ones that run ‘em” he said and it made sense, it helped you understand why you kept getting evil glares each time someone would look at you or talk to you. You figured he knew best, so you took the shirt and pants from one of the female raiders, tucking them into your bag to change into at a better time. He gave a chuckle watching you do so, apologizing to the dead body profusely as you took their clothes and whatever valuables they had on them for the betterment of your own survival. You were still so naive, part of him was hoping he could slowly start to break and corrupt your way of thinking, but that was a thought for another time.

Before you knew it, night finally began to fall. The sun setting across the horizon gave the air less of a hot, harsh bite as the temperature began to cool rapidly across the sands of the Mojave. All you managed to grab was a pair of beat up, old jeans and a tank top, so as soon as the sun set, the chill set in. As you both set up camp for the night just outside of an abandoned rest stop, you started a fire to cook some of that stew you talked about being good at. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good, likely the best thing he’s had since before the bombs went off. Though even the kindling fire couldn’t manage to chase the chill away, watching you run your hands up and down your arms to try and warm up some by it. He felt a slight pang in his heart, watching you shiver like that, how your eyes lit up by the blaze of the fire and your hair seemed to be tousled just right. You were pretty, too pretty to be trekking this wasteland, and certainly too pretty to be trekking it with him of all people as your company. Even he had a heart still, as cold as it was, so out of kindness he shrugged his duster from his shoulders, draping it around you. You looked at the fabric pooled around you, pulling it over you better before looking to him as he sat down across from you again. “Ain’t no use if the cold gets ya” he said, making you smile appreciatively at him as you realized what he did. “Thank you” you replied, a slight blush fanning to your cheeks as the chattering of your teeth finally died down and you grew warmer. It smelled like him, sure it had splatters of old dried blood and was rather worn, but it had that gunpowder and smoke smell to it that you associated with him. “Don’t say I never did nothin’ for ya” he replied, trying to sound cold but it didn’t come off that way, making you chuckle. “What do I owe you?” You asked, making him fall silent for a moment as he pondered the answer to your question. He looked you over for a second before tipping his hat down to cover his face a bit, the signal that he was about to try and get some sleep. “Just keep watch for a bit, I’ll be up in a few hours” he responded, and while it wasn’t what you were expecting, you’d take it.

He was startled awake a couple hours later when he heard a commotion, you yelling at someone telling them to back off that this place had been claimed. The raider you were up against didn’t seem to like that very much, claiming that wasn’t how it worked up here. The altercation took a turn for the worst when the man reached for his gun but you were quick to fire and kill him before he could let out a shot. A shaky feeling set in your hands and a horrified expression across your face at the realization that you just killed someone. Cooper, who was certainly wide awake now, was rather impressed by your quick timing and precision, coming up behind you to lay a gloved hand to your shoulder. “Well would ya look at that, looks like them lessons been payin’ off after all. How’s it feel?” He asked, looking down at you as you stared at the gun in your hands. “He was yelling at me but…he was aiming at you. I don’t really know what came over me, I didn’t like that he was going to shoot you so I just…I killed him” you said, recounting the encounter to him as if he hadn’t seen it himself. He didn’t really know what to think in that moment as you explained how your mind worked, he was proud for sure at your show of improvement with a gun, yet also touched at the same time. No one ever really looked out for him since he started his bounty hunting, he was a well hated man by many but you defended him without really any reason to. You’d just learned his name not but two weeks ago, and before that he was dragging you around with rope yet you still defended him, had you two really gotten closer in the time that’s passed since? He wasn’t sure, but it was something he could mull over while you were sleeping. “Get some rest vaultie, sun’ll be up soon” he said, knowing you likely wouldn’t get much sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through you, but it was at least worth a try, you two had a long day ahead of you.

When you woke up that next morning, things felt a little different between you two. You weren’t some annoying little dog following him anymore, you were an equal. He no longer looked at you and treated you like you were lower than him as you both set out across the wastelands, he had respect for you. Hell, he even started talking with you now when you were out traveling which was almost unbelievable. You learned through those conversations that he used to be an actor in Wild West themed films, explaining his outfit, and that he was married before the bombs dropped. You of course told him bits and pieces about yourself in exchange, after all it only felt fair but it was also nice to just finally talk to someone after all this time.

When night time fell again you two sat enjoying a meal by the fire together, only rather than across from each other, he sat next to you, making a blush come to your face as you’d smiled sweetly at him. “Glad to know I don’t have germs anymore” you said jokingly, making him chuckle. “Give an old man some credit. It ain’t exactly all peaches and marmalade out here darlin’, even cute can be deadly” he said, the nickname and him calling you cute sending a deeper blush to your cheeks despite knowing it’s just how he spoke. Whether it was the lack of contact with other people for so long, or just his charm you couldn’t quite tell, but it always seemed to have an effect on you. “Just teasin’ you, I get it. I’d tie me up and use me for bait too if I’d been doing this as long as you have. It’s a shit hole out here” you said, making him look at you as you dropped the first curse word he’s ever heard from you. “Well I’ll be damned, either I’m a bad influence or you’re finally growin’ outta that naive shell there, vaultie” Cooper replied, making you laugh as you saw a smirk stretch to his thin, marred lips, the first one you’d seen in a while that wasn’t brought on by drugs, chems or that first sip of a good bottle of alcohol. “Probably both” you quipped, making him chuckle. “Yeah, probably. Been told I ain’t easy to stomach” he said, making you hum. “You’re alright in my book, Coop” you replied with a sweet, genuine smile that matched your tone and was that butterflies you felt in your stomach? Did you just call him Coop? No ones called him that in ages, why did it make his heart start to flutter a bit? “You ain’t so bad yourself, vaultie” he responded, still affording you that small smile before turning back to his food. “Keep making food this good and I just might have to keep you around” he joked, making you giggle and break the slightly tense silence. “It’s not much but I certainly try. I’ll definitely make sure to stay good at it, I like traveling with you” you said, unintentionally coming off flirtatious and fuck there it goes again, that feeling in his chest and his stomach like he needed to hit his inhaler but he felt great. What were you doing to him?

“Hey, if it isn’t too much can I ask you a sort of…personal question?” You asked, holding the beat up bowl in your hands as you looked over at him. This was normally the part where he would say no, absolutely not, he wasn’t here to be questioned on his personal matters. Yet, with you, it was different. Ever since last night he hasn’t been so on edge with you, it was like he’d warmed up to you. “Depends on what you’re askin’ there, sweetheart” he said, the nickname once again making you blush. “Do you…miss them? Your wife and daughter?” You asked, not sure if it was a good subject or good question to ask but after finding out, you were genuinely curious. He looked down at his bowl again, thinking of the proper response to your question. The old him would have been defensive, told you it was none of your business, but now? He wasn’t sure. “Ain’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about ‘em. About the way I ran out on ‘em when them bombs dropped” he answered, making you give him a sad look as genuine guilt filled his tone. This was the most honest and open he’s been with you this whole time. “I feel guilty. Not sure if I feel guilty for runnin’ out and leavin’ ‘em behind or guilty for the way I ran out, been tryin’ t’ figure that out for quite a while now and I still ain’t sure” he added, and you sympathized with that. Everyone has regrets, things they’ve done in the past that they aren’t proud of, people up here were no different in that aspect. “Well, in the short time I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve come to understand that everything you do has a valid reason behind it. So even if you feel it was a shitty thing to do, you obviously had a reason for doing so. No one can blame you for trusting your gut, and I don’t think you should blame yourself for doing so” you responded, your hand falling to his as a comforting gesture, your words ringing in his head almost as if you’d opened something in his mind, something he’d never really gave himself to think about before. He looked down at your hand that rested on his, noticing the way you didn’t flinch away from him like others did, the way you were brave enough to walk up to him, talk to him, *trust* him when he made it very clear that you shouldn’t. It was smaller than his, softer for sure, but warm all the same, then he looked up to see that caring look in your eyes and smile on your face that told him that you cared. “Guess you’re right, still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice to make” he replied. “I understand. Everyone has regrets, we all look at the past and hold at least something that we’ve done before in regret, it’s what makes us human” you said, making him give a huff as a chuckle. “You got anybody?” He asked, making you look down as you moved your feet along the dirt. “An ex-husband, but not anyone I really care about, no. My parents passed a few years before the bombings and he and I split up when I caught him cheating on me with some other woman in the vault..” you explained, not sure why it hurt you to tell the tale still, but you felt it was only fair considering what you’d asked of him to share. “Sorry t’ hear that” Cooper said, making you chuckle weakly, a somber look coming to your face that made his heart wrench. “I haven’t exactly been in love since, and considering he and I split up just a little over ten years ago, really says something I guess, huh?” You asked, trying to laugh to bring up the mood, knowing you sounded pathetic. “He was the fool, not you darlin’. He was the one skippin’ out on one hell of a woman” Cooper said, making you look to him and blush a bit as you gave a chuckle at his response.

“Thanks” you replied appreciatively and with a smile before casting your gaze down to see your hands were still connected and it left you blushing harder with embarrassment, you’d been holding his hand this entire time without realizing it. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if I have I-“ “relax vaultie” he cut you off, pushing your hand back down onto his to assure you that he was far from uncomfortable. “It’s…rather nice actually” he admitted, making you feel relieved but your heart fluttered in your chest from it. A thick tension soon began to set in between you both after that night, something of an unspoken, kindling romance beginning to develop. “Then there it can stay” you said, making him smile softly at you, tipping his hat at you as a silent thank you.

Months passed on like this, where you’d spend the days scavenging, picking the land for its resources you could find and hunting bounties by day, then spending your nights by a fire growing closer and closer with every passing day. Through your shared meals, jokes, deep conversations, and plenty of near death experiences, you started to notice your fondness of the ghoul you traveled with. The way you’d hang onto his words with that southern accent that seemed to pull at your heart strings, or the way you’d go out of your way to stand between him and a stray bullet. You’d helped him on more than one occasion in getting out of a sticky spot, or getting him the stuff he needed to keep from turning feral. In return, he started to notice he was feeling the same towards you. There was this sudden need to keep you safe, to do nicer things for you, to speak better towards you, even flirt with you at times. Some nights there’d be so much tension in the air, it’s a miracle you haven’t jumped each other yet. Though in his eyes, as much as his heart yearned for you, he knew you were too good for him. You’d been hurt before, and he had a reputation for hurting people, feeling undeserving of even just the sweet smiles and company you afford him even now. You didn’t need someone like him, you needed a good man, someone who didn’t kill for a living, someone who could treat you right, someone who didn’t look the way he did. You were soft and warm, he was rough and cold, though he supposed that’s where the term “opposites attract” came from. So even when he was a whole bottle deep, he was sure to hold his tongue to a certain point.

Some of those nights around the fire were spent sober, others not so much, and this night happened to be one of those nights spent under the influence. You two had stumbled across a mini-mart, doing your best to out run the radstorm that had been trailing you guys for hours, coming in just to find whatever supplies you could to make it through the next week and possibly hunker down for the night. So imagine your surprise when you seemed to have found the largest chem stache you’d both ever laid eyes on. “Coop! Come here, you gotta see this” you said, making him run towards you to make sure you weren’t hurt or in trouble. His nerves were eased once he saw you, fully intact. “Tell me I’m not seeing shit” you said, pointing to all of the supplies sitting in a box on the table, joined by other supplies around it. You both looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, this would keep you stocked for months, maybe even a whole year if you conserved it well. “Well ain’t that just the prettiest fuckin’ sight” he said. There was no way a horde of chems this large and this valuable was just completely unprotected you reasoned, so you routed around the place, scoping out for any raiders, straggling traders or ferals who happened to still be around. It was as if heaven was shining down on you both as you found no one around, seemed like no one had been here for days. So you did the most logical thing anyone would do in this situation. Stuff each of your bags to the brim of drugs of all varieties! Seeing as you had food, chems and even some clean water and alcohol lying around, Cooper locked and barricaded the door shut, proposing it could be a good spot to sleep for the night. With a radstorm approaching, it was best to have a roof over your heads to keep out the rain and potential radiation sickness that came with it. “This is the closest fuckin’ thing to a slice of heaven I’ve seen in ages” he said, aside from you is what played in his mind but he couldn’t speak that out loud, no matter how much he wanted to. “You said it!” you replied, and it’s even better with you here you thought, but thought it best to keep it to yourself. He plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up to rest on the small table that seemed to be in shambles, enjoying a tape that was playing on the TV that he was surprised to still see functioning. “Holy shit, this thing still works?” You asked, amazed to see working technology out in the wastelands, sitting next to him as you watched it with him. He gave a smirk at your reaction, thinking it was cute the way your eyes would light up when you got all excited over something. Deep down it made him want to give you everything you laid eyes on like that just to see it pointed towards him. “Guess so” he replied, enjoying your excitement only to see you turn and look his way, which was his signal to stop staring holes into you before he gets caught. “I dunno about you baby doll, but I ain’t about to spend tonight sober with this stache sittin’ here ‘n front of us” he said, making you laugh as he routed through all the different drugs and chems til he found what he was looking for.

In the process of searching through it all, a small metal box fell to the floor at your feet. It looked like a box of mentats only the design was different, instead of the characteristic green and white box was a red one covered with hearts labeled DN-Chem. You supposed the worst that could happen was turn into the man sitting next to you, which you figured wasn’t the worst fate to succumb to all things considered, so you went against all better judgement and said fuck it, popping two of the mentat like chems and chasing it with the vodka he’d found to wait for it to take effect. “The hell is DN?” He asked, looking at the box, wondering what it was you took. “Don’t know, guess we’ll find out here soon because I took two” you said, taking another sip from the bottle of vodka he passed your way, and he gave a chuckle as you handed it back to him. “You come a mighty long way, little lady” he commented before setting the metal pill box down. He took the bottle from you, taking a swig, then placing one of the small viles into his inhaler before taking a hit of it then lying back, breathing a sigh of relief as it and the alcohol entered his system like the perfect remedy to any ailment. As about a half an hour rolled by, you waited for the high to set in but it never came, instead you were just getting hot, like really hot. There weren’t any windows open, and it was night time so you shouldn’t be this uncomfortably hot for how it was but you felt like you were on fire. “Shit, it’s hot as hell in here…” you complained, shaking off your jacket that you’d picked off of some raider a few weeks back, making him look to you curiously. “Lightweight” he quipped, making you chuckle. “Accept I don’t feel anything, I just feel hot” you said, making him hum with intrigue before turning back to the TV. “Give it some time, you’re new to all this. ‘m sure your body is wonderin’ what the hell you just put in it” he said, and he had a good point, maybe it was just a side effect of not doing them so often compared to his every day use.

As time went on, you began to notice the way your eyes couldn’t help but be glued to him, more specifically glued to the way his legs were now spread as he sat back. You wondered to yourself what he looked like beneath all that cowboy get up, what his reaction would be like to see you getting on your knees for him and slotting yourself between his spread legs. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of such inappropriate thoughts, but what you couldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried was the feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. Sure he flirted with you every now and again, but you doubt he felt towards you the same way you did for him. To him you were sure you were likely more akin to a pet than a friend, useful and nice to have around, but not anything further. At least so you thought. You’d rather hoped you were wrong in assuming so, that maybe he saw you the same way you saw him. You bit your lip as you tried bouncing your leg to relieve the ache between your thighs, a light pink dusting your face and neck even up to the tips of your ears, but nothing worked. Even as you closed your eyes, all you could picture was you laid out on the couch beneath him, or bent over it with him behind you, or you riding him on it. “Been awful quiet. You doin’ alright over there, sweetheart?” Cooper asked you, and the audible whimper you let out from the nickname left you completely embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, god you were horrified but he gave a grin and a chuckle in response. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me all the sudden. I feel so…weird?” you said, unsure if that was really the proper word to explain it but it was the only way you could really word it off the top of your head with how much your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. “Ya took some chems, it’s gonna feel a bit fuzzy” he said, trying to assure you that feeling a little funny was normal, but this? This didn’t feel normal, not even for a chem high. You tried your best to swallow harshly, doing everything you could to try and relieve the dry ache you felt in your throat at the moment upon looking at him. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a few sips but even that couldn’t grant you bliss from it. The throbbing in your core was driving you absolutely insane. You swore up and down that it was like you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, stomach, and in your cunt all at the same time. “No, this is different…I don’t think what I took was a normal chem, Coop…” you said, trying not to panic at the effects that were setting in but god you felt like you were absolutely feral. He turned to look at you, watching as you clamped your thighs together and the red that fell over your face. “I feel like an animal in heat” you said bluntly, making him go into a near coughing fit as you took him off guard. However that piqued his interest enough to pick up the little metal box again to see what it was you took. “I ain’t ever heard of a chem that does that, was that DN shit the only stuff you took?” He asked, growing slightly concerned for you and whether he had a possible horde of laced chems, or just an extremely horny woman on his hands. Speaking of hands, you were lost in thought staring at them, at the way they gripped the couch like you wanted him to grip your thighs, at the way they looked in those leather gloves he always wore. You wondered how it would feel wrapped around your throat, or how it would feel if his fingers were buried deep inside of you. Shit. This was getting out of control.

“Hey, ya with me still?” He asked, snapping to try and get your attention back on the matter at hand, making you shake your head yes as you broke from your perverted thoughts. “Is that DN shit the only thing you took?” He asked again, making you shake your head yes once more, because you knew damn well your voice was going to betray you the moment you tried to speak. That had to be it, it was the only thing that was different out of it all and the only thing he’d never heard of before. He knew it wasn’t the vodka either because he was drinking it with you, so if it was affecting you, it would have affected him and it hadn’t.

It took him a minute to put two and two together before he finally realized the abbreviations stood for Date Night, reading the instructions and effects on the inside of the tin’s lid. “Shit..” he said as he read it, realizing this was a hand made thing thrown into the bunch by whoever was running this place. “Did you read the lid before you popped them pills?” He asked, making you go wide eyed. As if this couldn’t get any fucking worse, this shit show could have been avoided had you just read the inside of the lid. “There was instructions?? Oh my god…what the fuck did I take?” You asked, concerned for yourself and the tone he had while reading it. “Somethin’ that the creator of it called Date Night. Looks like it’s a…well looks like it’s a handmade sex chem” he said, making you cover your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment, you’d never wanted to die out in a radstorm more than you did right now. “Please tell me you’re fucking joking, cooper…” you whined, watching him read it more. “How much of it did you take?” He asked, almost scared to know and you were scared to know why. “Two?” You replied, making him whistle at that as he read it. “Fuckin’ hell sugar..” he said through a chuckle, and that nickname made a shiver run through you, sending electric bolts straight to your throbbing cunt. You did your best to bite back the whimper. “You’re only s’possed take one, and with you bein’ new t’ all this, I wouldn’t have taken more than half” he said, making you just wish you could just dig a hole and die in it already. “Fuck me…wait, shit! N-Not literally fuck me I- well I mean I’d like if you did but…FUCK! Forgive me Cooper, I’m so sorry, I can hardly think straight” you said, making him chuckle. “Well sweetheart, I think you and I both know there’s only one good fix for this situation” he said, making you whimper pathetically at the thought, your thighs squeezing together even more as you tried to fight to stay sane. Your eyes cast downwards to his lap once more, seeing the tent forming in his pants, clearly you weren’t the only one all worked up here. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to, Coop. I can run off and take care of myself if it makes you uncomfort-“ you rambled but before you could finish, his hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You moaned into it without meaning to, feeling the way your body immediately relaxed upon wrapping your arms around him with no hesitation as the sweet innocent kiss turned passionate and dirty rather quickly.

“I won’t lie t’ you, doin’ this with you has passed my mind more times than I’d care to admit, but I don’t wanna cross that line unless you really want this” he said, looking into your eyes and making sure that this was truly what you wanted, that you felt the same way he did. “Coop, I know I’m under the influence of whatever the fuck this drug is, but trust me when I say, I’d be just as good with it sober. Been thinking about it for probably just as long as you have, if I’m honest with you. I want this, I want you and right now I want you so fucking bad that I might lose my mind if you don’t fuck me” you answered bluntly, taking him by surprise at just the sheer amount of absolute filth that left your otherwise innocent mouth, making him chuckle at your use of curse words and how desperate you were for him. “That so sugar?” He asked with a grin, enjoying teasing you at your neediest moments, including now. “God yes, Cooper please..” you begged, nearly moaning in reply and he’d spent time mulling over it before, denying himself the chance but just as the chem stache was a pot of gold, he took this as one of the best opportunities being placed in his lap by whatever higher power existed out there, making him waste no time in kissing you once more. “Good, because I don’t think I’d be able to hold myself back once we’ve started” he said, and the idea made you moan. “Don’t want you to hold back, want all of you” you said, and your wish was his command.

By the time your brain could finally catch up with you again, your clothes were strewn out all around you, your tank top hanging over the back of the couch, your jeans thrown haphazardly on the arm rest behind you, his pants on the floor, his hat on the table and shirt and duster having fallen somewhere behind the couch. By now, you’d already cum on his fingers twice, and on his cock once, this was your fourth round and this shit still had you on fire. “Yes!! Oh fuck, Cooper!” you moaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close to you as you could get, your fingers digging crescent shapes and puffy red lines into his back that unfortunately he knew wouldn’t stay long thanks to his ability to heal stupidly fast. “Doin’ so good for me, baby doll. Look so pretty like this for me, all splayed out like a needy little whore” he praised and degraded through his groans, making you moan and roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise mixed with degradation as his cock was drilling deep inside you like tonight was all you guys had. “Yeah, you like that, huh sweet thing? Like it when I tell you how good it feels and call you names?” He asked, making you nod your head yes because there wasn’t a single thought in that brain of yours other than his name, which you spoke like a mantra. “Never knew such a sweet lil’ thing like you would be such a dirty little minx. Fuck…enough to make a man like me go feral, ya know that?” he said, making you giggle as you moved his free hand up to your throat, urging him to choke you, and he groaned at the sight. Your kiss swollen lips all puffy and shining with spit, your cheeks dusted a constant pink that grew darker anytime his cock brushed that spot deep inside that made you cling to him, your eyes half lidded, looking up at him like he was your savior. It made him absolutely rock hard knowing you’d pick him over anyone else in this god forsaken wasteland. “My, you are just a little freak, ain’t you? Oh we are gonna have fun together, you and me honey” he promised, squeezing your throat tight enough to restrict your airflow but not enough to hurt or cause any damage. Just enough to get that puddle of a brain of yours all fuzzy as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. “Cooper…’m so close, so close please!!” You begged, feeling the heavy drag of his cock as he pounded into you, leaving you damn near screaming as it nudged your cervix and that spongy little bundle of nerves deep inside. “Go on honey, I gotchya. Let go for me, wanna see those pretty faces and hear those pretty noises you make” he said, angling his hips just right to hit that spot over and over again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I’m gonna cum again, I-“ you warned before your moans rose in pitch as your walls clamped around him, gushing on his cock as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body arched off the couch, stars filling your vision for a moment as you felt your release gush out and coat your inner thighs, screaming his name like it was your only chance at salvation. “Well ain’t I just the damn luckiest man in the wastelands right now, got me a pretty little vaultie and she’s a gusher” he said, making you whimper at his teasing but judging by the way he emptied himself inside you for the second time, you took it as a sign that he liked that about you. “Holy shit, I-I didn’t know I could do that” you said, thoroughly shocked with what your brain and body were doing as they almost seemed to almost be working against each other. “Do it again for me” he said, grabbing you and moving you both to where you were straddling him this time. His hands rested on your hips, helping guide you as you speared yourself on his dick with ease from how absolutely soaked you were, making you both throw your head back and moan. “Now that’s a damn good sight” he said, making you lean in to kiss him once more as his hands helped you start and keep a steady rhythm with your hips. It was definitely going to be a long night, but one you two have been needing for months, maybe even longer.

It’s a good thing ghouls have remarkable recovery time, because in order to finally get you sated and back to normal, you both had to spend all night going at it. Granted, it was aided by the mix of pent up sexual tension and pent up sexual frustration, but it was dawn before you both had gotten to a point where you could even *try* and fall sleep. First few times was on the couch between missionary, doggy and you riding him, next was you bent over it, with your pretty legs spread and ass in the air for him. Then, you used the arm rest of the couch as a pillow beneath your hips as he stood up while you laid out on the couch. He liked that one a lot for the way your tits would bounce with each and every forceful thrust into you, jolting your body. After that, it was done standing up with your back pressed against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around him to keep him deep inside of you and fill you til he had nothing left to give you. From that point on, the rest of the night was all a hormone-hazed blur, but you knew well that he took care of you. You woke up unbelievably sore, your joints aching in places that you had no idea could even ache, a swollen, angry throb between your legs for the harsh, almost punishing treatment to your pussy followed by bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, hand prints etc. littered your skin as you woke up curled into Cooper’s side. You gave a gravelly groan as the sun shone in your eyes through the windows, making him chuckle at the way you were such a ray of sunshine except in the morning. Coming to learn that you absolutely *hated* mornings. Though you suppose you started to enjoy them more since traveling with him. “Mornin’ sunshine” he said coyly, making you groan disapprovingly at the way the sun was in your eyes, making you hold your hand up to cast a shadow on your face and grant you some relief. “Morning” you answered, your voice hoarse and half gone from sleep and all your activities that transpired the previous night. “Ain’t that a pretty sight” he said, turning and seeing you curled up to him, naked, your hair all messy from sleep and the hickeys and bite marks littering your skin, making you chuckle. “Last night was definitely something, can’t believe you’ve been holding all *that* out on me” you joked, making him give a dry laugh. “Could say the same thing about you, sugar. Had no idea that mind a yours could be so filthy. You’re a wild thing to party with, lil’ lady” he teased, sliding his arm around you to keep you close, making you hum as you lay soft, appreciative kisses to his collarbone and chest. “You’re fun too, and thank you for taking care of me last night. I’m sorry that it ended up happening the way that it did, I wanted to work up the courage and tell you some other way, I really did, but I guess life had other plans” you said making him chuckle as he saw you blush when he kissed your head. “Drunk words are sober thoughts they say, so I’d say I made out pretty good. But don’t sweat it, not sure how I deserved someone as good as you, but it’s good to know I ain’t as hard to stomach as most people say” he said, pulling you in for a soft, heartfelt kiss. “I think you are just perfect, Cooper” you said, your hand resting on his scarred chest as you looked at him with that gaze he swore he’d do anything to see pointed his way.

“You really wanna be my girl?” He asked softly, sounding shocked and with some self doubt still lacing his tone, but he had to be sure this was what you wanted outside of the drug’s effects. He cared for you deeply, in a way that he hasn’t felt in a very long time, but maybe you were just the right person for him to finally open his heart up to. His question made you giggle as your heart fluttered in your chest with excitement. “I absolutely do, I meant it when I said it last night, I mean it just as much now. I think we’ve danced around it for long enough, don’t you?” you replied, making him smile the most genuinely happy smile you’ve seen him wear since you’d met. “Just checkin’” he said, before laying a sweet kiss to your lips, wishing every morning could be like this one. Maybe it could, now that you were here with him.

#fallout x reader #fallout smut #fallout #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #sole survivor #cooper howard x you #the ghoul #the ghoul smut #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #asks

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selfishdoll · 7 months

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NOW PLAYING…. HEARTBEAT

I wish we never fucked, and I mean that

HIS BLOODBAG ! vamp! kashimo hajime

cw: angst if you squint, reader is seen as a bloodbag & nothing more (at first), lowkey groveling kashimo, rough sex, frustrated kashimo, degradation & praise, mutual pining, kashimo is dumb when it comes to love, reader is sick of his shit fr, chubby reader, big dick kashimo, multiple orgasms, usage of pet names (pretty, good girl, sweetheart, etc), etc.

i saw fanart of him with fangs & i just had to. also this was going to go in a completely different direction but i started listening to jasmine sullivan & produced this. @kvsh1moz kept interrupting so i forgot to add biting i’m sorry y’all 😞

You were food and a release; nothing more and nothing less.

A savory taste attached to a warm plush body that Kamshiro Hajime sought to use however he wished. Your meeting was pure chance, the vampire coming across you while on a starving night. He still remembers what you wore: black heels, a long sleeve dress that rested at your ankles; hugging your curves so nicely so that he saw every dip, roll, and the nice shape of your ass. That was his only focus that night; your body and blood within your veins.

He doesn’t remember how he got his fill, how he got to feel you— and he doesn’t care. With your permission, with your obedience, he came again and again; seeking you out when he needed to feed or get his dick wet.

Like explained before, you were a bloodbag. You knew this all to well given Kamshiro told you little about himself and would stop you whenever you attempted to show affection. Pushing you away when you attempted to pleasure him, getting off the bed when you tried to cuddle; by the third time you got the message quickly. He was a vampire and you a lowly human, the dynamics wouldn’t work in an actual relationship.

It pained you at first. Your little heart yearning for this beast. Maybe you deluded yourself in thinking he was in love with you, given the way he treated you as if you were a goddess. Calloused hands tracing your skin, appreciating each mark, pudge, and scar that tainted it.

Perfect.. My perfect, girl.

 Was what Hajime would mutter right into your ear, spearing you on his cock— bullying you open with his length.

Maybe you couldn’t blame yourself. Any hopeless romantic would fall for that. And any hopeless romantic would hope he did as well.

But, of course, he didn’t. You were a bloodbag.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Your title slowly set in as months of your little escapades passed, the spark diminishing as they went by. You would be so into it at the moment, relishing under the pleasure he was giving you, happy to feed him with your blood. Until it all came crashing down the moment his body left your own.

One night, you had enough. Kashimo had came for the third time that week, hands caressing your body, ready to sink his fangs into you. The moment you shied away from his touch, however— he released you, eyes casing your body.

Your face, features, the way your chest was pumping with heavy breaths.

“You’re upset.”

“Yeah, I am.” You mumbled, adjusting your clothing back to the way it was. You turned to fully face him, yet refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m sick of this, Kashimo. This, this game— You come and go as you please..” Your head tilted to the side, “Using me.”

The room was silent for a moment before a sigh escaped the cyan-haired man infront of you. “I told you, not to fall in love with me.”

Hot tears threatened to spill from your eyes, head snapping to glare at him. “Yeah, well— sorry us humans aren’t as easy like you vampires are!“ You hissed, stepping forward. Kashimo glanced down at you, surprise twinkling in his eyes. You were never so forward or rather, direct with him. You played and skipped around your words a lot around him. A trait he found cute at the time.

But now, he knew you were serious. From the way your hands clenched to how you stared at him dead on.

“[Name]—“

“Don’t, [Name] me! Just— just get the fuck out!” You shouted loudly, raising to push at his form. He didn’t budge an inch and yet you still tried, smashing your hands into his chest. “Out of my house, out of my life! I never want to see you again, Kashimo!” You were in sobs at this point, hot tears trailing down your cheeks.

The man left without a single word. Left you there, in your kitchen— on your knees cradling yourself as you cried.

Two weeks passed since that episode, regretting your words each night you were left without warmth. You fucked up really, falling for a man like him. For a vampire. You truly forgot your place.

He would live for years, while tomorrow wasn’t promised for you at all. You were only a temporary spot in his life, a fact you ignored like an idiot. If you could go back in time you would ignore the invitation of Kashimo, realizing he was much more trouble then you could afford.

Tonight was no different than the previous, coming home from a long shift to your empty house. It was bittersweet. You missed his smell staining the air, missed his eyes watching your every move whenever he happened to enter your house before you. How Kashimo got in without a key was beyond you.

After a hot shower you exited the bathroom into your bedroom, settling down onto your bed and slowly peeling your fluffy towel off your damp body. Reaching over, you grabbed the vaseline from your dresser; scooping some into your hand and sliding it across your body. Once perfectly lathered and moisturized you pulled a silky black nightgown on, deciding to forgo panties given you were about to go to sleep.

And that’s when you heard it, a thud. Soft enough to cast off as the wind or maybe even a branch. But familiar enough a shiver went down your spine.

You rose from your bed, creeping out of your bedroom spotting a tall shadow at the end of the hallway. You gulped a bit, searching for something, anything to use. Once your gaze rested on your broom you snatched it away from the wall, holding it infront of you as if to use as a weapon. You held the pole tightly, attempting to ignore your nerves with each step you took.

As you grew closer and closer to the end of the hallway, you felt your heartbeat quicken. Until finally, you jumped out from behind the wall, eyes landing on the intruder.

Kashimo fucking Hajime.

Your previous scared expression turned drastically, jaw locking as you tossed the broom to the ground. “You don’t, fucking listen.”

“[Name].”

“I gave you such clear instructions, too!” You huffed loudly, walking over to your dining room table. You needed to busy yourself, you couldn’t face him. Looking at him again would only cause previously ditched emotions to arise, and you couldn’t let your resolve melt away like that. “Or are vampires suddenly deaf or something?” You would huff, aimlessly moving the mail around on the chocolate brown table.

“[Name].” Kashimo called once again, except, much closer. You turned around, back pressing against the table as the man towered over you— a breath’s away. Your eyes quickly fell to the ground, watching as he leaned; placing his hands onto the table behind you. “Look at me.”

You went silent, trying to ignore him. Something, he couldn’t bare.

For the last two weeks, Kashimo Hajime had an epiphany. For the first time in his bloodsucking life, he realized he was missing something. You.

He was too foolish to realize how much he wanted you, how his mind told himself you were simply a bloodbag.. while his body? Treated you how he wanted, like his. His to love, to care for, to be with. It was, frustrating. Kashimo had never fell in love before. It was pointless anyway, being tied to a single person — vampire or not — for his entire life.

And yet you creeped into his heart, plaguing it.

Torturing him when you declared you never wanted to see him again.

And now when you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“[Name]…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, annoyed by his third call of your name. “What, Kashimo? What—“ Your next words were swallowed by his lips, pulling the air out of you with how deep the kiss was. Your body reacted as if muscle memory, finding his broad shoulders, pressing yourself into his form. She missed him, more than you wanted to admit.

His hands moved away from the table over to your thighs, lifting you and placing you on top of the table. The man then pulled away, staring down at you with such fire in his eyes. “I missed you. I.. I need you. I was stupid to ignore your feelings, and mine too.”

Your hands slowly fell from his shoulders, shock forming your expression. “Haji..” You whispered, feeling the way his fingers clenched against your skin.

His face fell to your neck, hand rising to cradle the back of your head. “Forgiveness is not what I ask for. I simply want you at my side.” Kashimo’s face turned, lips pressed against your ear. “As mine.. not as a meal.”

Your heart swelled at his words, hands raising to grab his face. Pulling him back, you planted your lips against him, two words entering his mouth;

I’m yours.

That was enough for Kashimo, hands latching onto your hips as he deepened the kiss. Lips locking, tongues playing against each other; desperation emitting from the makeout. Your tongue glided across his fangs, the two of you groaning as the metallic taste of your blood tainted your mouths. Just from that his hands got busy, falling to your thighs and pushing them open.

The realization you had no panties on plagued your mind the moment you left him graze your mound, eyes widening and pulling away.

Kashimo was first to speak, “Did you know I was coming tonight?” He breathed heavily, a dirty smile on his face. There he was, Kashimo Hajime, spark back and confidence intact; ready to toy with you how he always did. His fingers spread you open, thumb pushing against your little bud.

Your thighs squeezed his forearm, leaning back on your arms. “N—no..” You gasped as you felt his fingers work into your, pushing against your gummy walls. You grabbed him, eyes lifting to his face, “A—are we seriously gonna.. here?” You motioned to the table you were currently sitting on, watching as his lips curled more.

Instead of a verbal response however, he plunged the thick digits deeper inside of you, watching as your pretty, bruised lips fell open to release even prettier moans. Kashimo leaned close, keeping a steady pace inside of you as his thumb pressed against your clit. So rough yet so gentle, so fast yet so slow— working you open for something much bigger.

“Couldn’t possibly wait with you looking like this.. wearing this.” The vampire breathed, eyes casing down your body clad in the lacey nightgown. Just as your end got closer and closer, you felt his fingers slow down; words drowning out your whines.

“Besides.. this is the perfect place.”

Your eyes opened with confusion, attempting to speak once again, only to be flipped around in one swift motion. Kashimo’s fingers withdrew from you, placing a hand against your lower back and arching you over the table. With the end of your dress rolled up, your were exposed to him; pretty slit wet with slick, essence collecting at your thighs.

A grunt escaped him as he grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks to take in the way you were exposed even more. This position was so embarrassing for you, thighs trembling under his careful eye, face buried into your hands.

The embarrassment melted away the moment you felt his hot breath fan against your messy cunt, however.

Your body turned, catching his little cyan colored buns behind your ass. Your eyes widened as you felt his lips press against your folds, a gentle kiss for a moment before his tongue slowly spread you open. The feeling quickly consumed your body, nails grating against the table as you moaned.

His hand rose, slapping against your ass as a muffled face forward, escaped him. You whined at the sting, yet still obeying; face turning to stare ahead.

Within minutes he was ravishing you, pressing his tongue against you so expertly you saw stars. Gliding across your clit, sucking, nipping, making you jump each time a fang became dangerously close. The groans that escaped Kashimo’s throat vibrated your entire body, a man starved with your pretty pussy the thing to satiate the hunger.

“Oh, oh my god…” Your back arched as his thick tongue worked its way into you, walls clenching around it. Hajime gave your ass another slap, this time sink his fingers into your flesh to spread you open even more. You pushed back into his face, whining as fucked you with his tongue.

You were lost; lips open as his name came out in a broken prayer, tears ready to dribble down your features. He snuck a hand around you as the thrusts of his tongue quickened, using two fingers to roll sloppy circles onto your sloppier clit, grinning into your pussy.

So close you were, bent over that table with nothing to do but take it. Feel it and enjoy it. Your moans became desperate, tears now released as you got closer and closer— until it snapped. Gushing onto his tongue and face, feeling your essence trickle down your thigh.

“Hajime…” You cried softly, feeling him slowly rise away from you. You hiccuped as his hand found your throat, pulling you back into his chest. Hajime’s thumb pulled at your bottom lip, pressing his clothed length against your ass.

Your eyes closed as he kissed your wet face, relishing under the affection he was giving you. As if he hadn’t ruined you just a moment ago.

“Missed you so fucking much.. missed seeing you cry like this.” Hajime grunted into your skin, pushing his hips to grind into you. The vampire grinned at the pathetic moan that escaped you, rubbing his thumb across your throat. “She missed me too..” He spoke, other hand dipping down to glide his fingers across your slick folds, watching you tremble with sensitivity.

“Kashimo.. Please..”

“Please, what? I didn’t fuck you dumb enough you can’t use your words.”

You whined at his tone, pussy clenching around nothing as they muddled your brain even further. Your bruised lips pushed together into a pout, reaching to grab his wrist. “Please.. I need you so bad, Haji. Can’t even think..”

A dark chuckle escaped him, slowly releasing your neck, allowing your hot body to rest against the cool table. You felt him slowly push his pants down, feeling his hard cock brush up against your slit. “You don’t need to think about anything,” Kashimo hissed, grabbing your ass and spread you once more.

“— except for how good I’m fucking you right now.”

The words echoed in your mind, mouth hung open in a gasp as he plunged into you in one single flick of his hips. Your hands clenched, digging marks into your palms as his hands tightly gripped your hips.

Kashimo never waited with you, it just wasn’t who he was. The moment he was inside, he was pulling his hips back again; plunging himself even deeper than the first time. You laid there, back arched as sobs and moans escaped you. He was wrecking you, fucking you as if he would die if he didn’t.

Swears leapt from your throat, whining as you felt a tight grip come upon your braids, tugging your body up off the table. You pressed on your hands, legs shaking as Kashimo slammed into you with such force the table was shaking.

“Just like that.. stay nice and arched for me, baby. Fuck..” His words dragged, eyes nearly rolling back as he watched the way his cock disappeared inside you. The man wasn’t lying when he mentioned she missed him, your pretty, pink walls clenching him as if refusing to let him go. The sight itself nearly made him come.

“Slutty pussy.. taking me so well. Mm..” The man’s hips never faltered, grip remaining in your hair as his tip slammed into your g-spot. You lurched forward, the man instantly pulling you back by your hip. “Mmh, no running; stay right here and let me fuck you.”

Your moans and sobs filled the room, squelches of your messy pussy acting as background noise he relished in. Your throat was becoming raw, vision blurry, as your mine could only focus on each thrust into you. A steady rhythm that rendered you a shaking mess.

“Haji—! Fu—fuck, ‘m so close!” The cry leapt from your throat easily, sure your neighbors easily heard it. The band was tightening and tightening, stomach clenching as you felt your end nearing.

Fuck, fuck, fuck..! You were there, right there and then— he stopped.

An exasperated cry escaped you, attempting to speak, only for the man to roughly grab you; switching you onto your back. Pushing you up on the table — caring less for it —, he was plunging back into your deeply, pushing your thighs up to your chest.

The new position ruined you, eyes rolled to the back of your head as desperate, strangled noises escaped you. You were sensitive all over, mind lost as a fog covered it. You could only feel him.

Could only think of him. Only, Kashimo Hajime.

The vampire grinned down at your body, taking in your sight with pride. Only he could do such a thing to you. Only he was allowed to see you in such a state.. His perfect girl. Only his.

“Mm.. good girl. Focus only on me.” Hajime’s words were so gentle compared to his bruising pace inside you. Your wrist was grabbed, coming to place against your plush stomach. “I’m right here pretty girl.. You feel me?” He hissed, plunging deep inside, tip ramming against your cervix.

He knew the answer even if you didn’t couldn’t reply.

Your moans became even louder, legs shaking around him as your walls began to clench again. You reached to grip his arm for stability, tightening up, “Ha—Hajime..!”

“Mm.. Relax, sweet girl.” Hajime cooed, leaning down to hover over you, your legs now rested upon his shoulders. “Relax.. I got you. Cum all over me, make me a fucking mess.” His words were enough to send you over the edge, spraying all over yourself and him, back arching off the ruined table.

“Good girl, fuck.. good fucking girl.” Hajime breathed heavily, feeling the way your pretty pussy spasmed around him. His hips didn’t falter however, fucking you through your orgasm while chasing his own. The vampire smiled at the tired whine that escaped you, pressing his lips against your own.

“I know baby, I know.” He breathed, gripping you so tightly it was sure to leave marks. His thrusts became desperate, strong yet uncoordinated, slamming his cock into you so deeply before stilling completely; spilling inside of you.

The warmth caused your eyes to roll back, legs shaking as you felt his hot body rattle above you. Your conjoined pants filled the room, along with the soft creak of the poor table.

You sniffled as his hand rose to your face, wiping away your tears. You leaned into his touch, slowly coming down from your high, staring up at the man. Hajime smiled down at you.. except, this smile had a certain amount of malice behind it.

“Hajime..”

“I was away from you for two weeks.” He started, grinning at the whine that escaped you the moment he started to circle his hips.

“Not letting you go until we break this fucking table.”

#mechahrt #jjk x you #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x black reader #hajime kashimo x black!reader #hajime kashimo #jjk smut #smut #jjk x plus size reader #chubby!reader

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missgeniality · 1 year

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Strip Lawyer (m)

“Rules are for children.” - Joe Abercrombie

➺ Banner: The supremely talented @dnrequests 💛

➺ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

➺ Trope: Tutor!AU, Lawyer!AU

➺ Genre: Smut

➺ Rating: +18

➺ Word Count: 8.4k

➺ Summary: Years ago, as Jungkook’s tutor, you played a game – but not to completion. Today, he does the teaching. And he’s intent on reaching the finale.

➺ Warnings: dom!reader x sub!jk then dom!jk x sub!reader, strip poker but education, implied consent, little power imbalance, seggsual tension, restraints, oral sex (m&f receiving), grinding, jungkook is a tease as always, dirty talk, kissing, alcohol, boob play ehehe, fingering (f receiving), pussy slap, spitting, tearing clothes, biting, degradation, unprotected sex, jk cums on her ass, cum eating (kind of)

➺ Cross Posted: AO3

➺ Author’s Note: This was supposed to be @taegularities‘s birthday gift because she asked for Lawyer!AU - but in true Siya fashion, it went out of control. So... here you go LOL happy buttday to youuu, hope you enjoy ittt 💛💛 The biggest thanks to @jimilter because she is the reason I did not delete the draft, thank you so much for all your help in fixing this mess, love you so muuucchh 💛 Also huge huge huge thanks to @alpacaseoks for helping me with the flow and giving me pointers in a big chunk of the fic, I appreciate it so much! 💛 Disclaimer: I am not a law student in any way so please don’t expect any accuracy. Just enjoy the sex, I’m begging. Let me know what y’all think, and as always, thank you for being here!

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“You’re not serious.”

If only he knew.

“So. Serious.” You emphasise your words with a slap on his shoulder, “I won’t have it on my honour that a student under my tutelage has been failing the same subject for two years.” You raise an eyebrow at the hunched figure ahead, and knock on the table to bring his attention up to you.

“So you’ll just… Strip? Everytime I answer correctly?”

“That’s right,” you confirm, “and for every wrong answer, you strip for me. Simple.” You give Jungkook the widest grin you ever have, possibly too wide, because he only hunches further into his seat.

And it finally bursts your bubble.

“I mean… I’m just–you don’t have to do this, okay?” You scramble up from your seat, opening the distance between you two – placing yourself a good few feet away from the boy. “I was just… having fun with the idea—” With stumbling haste you continue to comfort him, “I jus–isn’t this like classic nerd porn that you’d watch?”

And you remember that comforting a fellow human being isn’t really your forte. You’re ready to gather all your belongings that are spread across the table, run away, change your name and hope like hell he doesn’t file you up for harassment.

Thankfully, your shabby attempt at damage control does ease Jungkook, and his back straightens a little bit as he brings himself to look at you.

“Not wrong,” he gives you a grin, “I–I really like that, umm, idea. Yes, let’s do it.”

He trails off, but not without a smile of burgeoning confidence – apparently not enough to finish that sentence with, but enough to give you one strong nod – and you have the affirmation you need. More affirmation is given by his not-so-subtle shift in his seat, that shows you something was making its presence known in the confines of his pants.

“All right, let’s start this. International Law and Relations is pretty easy, and actually has very interesting sub-topics – you can take subjects on this topic when you move to the next semester,” you pause flipping through the textbook and give your tutee, “if you move to the next semester. Thankfully, this year you have multiple choice questions, so… You better fucking pass, you hear me?!”

Jungkook only gives you a sheepish grin, his hands fiddling with each other.

“Okay, we’ll go through chapters randomly. Your first one – what is a country’s exclusive economic zone?”

On completing the question, you look up and await an answer – but the doe eyes that greet you back showcase that behind them, there is a lot of emptiness. Jungkook’s eyebrows are raised as he tries his best to push out any answer, any words, just anything from his brain. Alas, after two minutes, you give up.

“Okay, you’re going first then,” your voice breaks his intense thought process, and he flashes you a wide grin.

“Socks count right?” He pulls off the socks on both his feet, and wiggles his toes against the fresh air.

“Why you wear socks in this weather, it’s beyond me,” you huff an exasperated sigh, “but okay. One down. Exclusive economic zones are the sea-areas where coastal states have the right to exploit resources for economic gains. Think fisheries, mining, construction, artificial islands, and other endeavours. Capisce?”

“Got it. Next!”

“Love the enthusiasm,” you grin at his eager look, and open the textbook to a random page again, “okay, same chapter, what are the three international air laws?”

“Oh, I know this! I read thi–uhh, Public International Law, Private International Law…”

“Yesss? And?”

“Why is my brain saying Supernatural Law?”

One look at his bamboozled face and you burst out laughing. “Supranational Law! Not Superna—” Your persistent giggles have you dropping the book onto your lap, hands rushing to wipe a tear that makes its way down your cheek. You can see a bleary Jungkook, following suit in your snickers, his shoulders rising up – it’s a very cute view.

No, Jungkook is not your type of guy – and you will not make him.

You’re actually supposed to wrap up this session with Jungkook earlier than usual – because a party doesn’t wait for anyone – and last night Baekhyun told you he’d pick you up. When you asked him whether the party was, he only sent you a smirking emoji as a response.

Rude boys are your standard, and Baekhyun fits it to the tee. Jungkook, not so much.

But now you’ve started something that can’t possibly end soon.

“Okay, next item!” You aim to be loud, to quell that finagling thought in your mind.

“But—” Jungkook sputters out, “but I got that right?! Come on, it was close enough!”

You shake your head. “A hundred, or nothing. Chop chop,” you wave a gratuitous hand at his torso – and he obliges with a sigh.

God damn.

The gamer nerd, who probably doesn’t see the light of day – his body is way too beautiful for his character arc. You scan his whole chest with your glaring beam, pecs ogling back at you – totally unaware of how Jungkook is doing the same to you – it takes considerable effort for you to rip your eyeballs out and get them to focus back on his face.

You take a large, audible gulp to facilitate speech, “Okay, didn’t know that’s what would greet me – moving on—”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean absolutely nothing, you closeted hottie,” you attempt to close that argument with that sole compliment – after all, you do have a tutoring responsibility – but Jungkook’s singular raised eyebrow makes you wonder if that party is really worth it.

Oh no, you need to make him pass this.

“Let’s move on now, or else you won’t ever move on from college,” you deflate whatever ego-ballooning Jungkook has – his bare shoulders slumping back to his hunched posture – and you internally grin.

Picking up the thick textbook, you flip through to find a new page laced with information. “Name three international hybrid tribunals, and their subject matter.”

“Okay okay, I just did this,” Jungkook starts off with confident, “the Special Tribunal for Lebanon, which is for the the prosecution of the people responsible for the assassination of the Lebanese Prime Minister, Special Court for Sierra Leone—” he pauses to take a deep breath and you watch his chest heave with an intent gaze, “which was for the Sierra Leone civil war, and finally… What was the–uhh– for the Kosovo War… Yes! Yes! Kosovo Specialist Chambers! The Kosovo Liberation army was put on trial,” he ends with a gleeful smile.

“There you gooo! See, you can totally do this,” you give him an encouraging nod, “what do you want me to take off?”

“O-oh, umm, your top?”

“Sure,” setting the book on the table, you slip out of your camisole, shaking your head to send your hair back to their place, “shall we move on?”

But moving on gets tougher when he eyes you like that. The air gets denser within your space, the room feeling too small to escape the tension, and too big to act upon it. You remind yourself multiple times – this chocolate boy isn’t going to be the end of your night – your night ends on Baekhyun’s unspoken promise – but the eclipsing eyes that follow your neon bralette are pushing your brain to reconsider how you write this evening.

“You–uh–you are really hot,” Jungkook’s fumbling words finally reach you.

You chuckle, stifling the urge to egg him on. “Thank you,” is your quiet response, and you both do well to stifle the snowballing tension.

“Okay, now I’m way more motivated to get my answers right,” he exclaims with vigour, and the two of you trudge forward, keeping up this charade of studies.

Many questions down, and you’re at quite the standstill.

Jungkook sits on his chair, not an inch of clothing on his body, stark naked – and you are about to lose your bra.

Apparently he can apply himself real well when there are lewd incentives at the end of the rainbow. You circumvented the inevitable, counting riddance of jewellery and accessories as stripping – but now you’re out of options. Jungkook’s lips – pulled into a tender smirk that isn't racy – don’t threaten to sweep you off your feet – but fuck, they still get to you. Supple, with the slightest hint of moisture making his waterline glisten… you ache to taste them, to run your fingers over them, to drip honey all over them and watch them turn sweeter than ever.

You need to get on Baekhyun’s dick. ASAP.

“Go on, I know that was right!”

Breaking out of your reverie with a demure huff, you smile your way out of your bra, and you can fully hear the deep inhale that your tutee has to take to this new view. With a brazen look of gloating, you cross your arms, letting your eyes and your cleavage do all the teasing – lest your tongue stumbles over the words and lands in his mouth.

“Shi–yo–you’re—” Jungkook’s words falter as well, giving you an extra boost of pride. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot – I’m sorry, is this the fifth time I’m saying this?”

You laugh with him. “Yeah, probably. Could use a thesaurus.”

“I don’t think my brain will process anything on it. This keeps coming out because I got practice. Said it about a hundred times in my head.”

With your head thrown back, your whole body jiggles in laughter, filling the room with mirth and joy to replace the leaden lust in the air. You bend forward to flick his forehead, knowing full well that the movement just makes your breasts look more enticing; if that was even a possibility. His cock is stiff as iron, and you can fill a drying lake with your current rate of salivation. Both of you clearly recognize that words are flowing slower than before, movements are more calculated than before, and most importantly, eye contact lasts way too long for either of you to ignore.

“Okay, umm, last question, then I need to be off.” You attempt to bring a close to this increasing strain in your throat, no matter how badly your body wants to delay your departure. “What years did the Hague Conventions take place?”

“I hate these questions,” murmurs Jungkook, “I remember the subject matters of it – it’s not like knowing the exact dates and times will help me avert war.” His pout makes you falter, like there isn’t a fully grown naked man in front of you, like he isn’t testing your limits right now.

“So… No answer?”

Jungkook shakes his hung head, having given up on finding an answer. “What now, I can’t peel my skin or something,” he starts, a very innocent tone for this ambiance.

“Yeah, I mean, I gotta g—”

“And I’m out of jewellery, too, so—”

“Yeah, it’s cool, I’m gonna head out anyw—”

“You wanna tie me up or something?”

Silence.

Too long of a silence.

“I mea—”

“Jeon. Jung. Kook.” Your staccato of words work as a beat, your legs moving in its sync. You bend down for a brief moment to pick up his discarded t-shirt, but the rest of your movement wastes no time in finding a seat on his lap.

His dick presses against your clothed core, imbuing the ache that he currently feels, and goody – you both are in serious pain. And when you lean ahead to gather his hands into a knot on his back, he takes a sharp inhale – your breasts doing everything his dick-led-brain has been wanting for the whole session – pressing against his chest to feel every throb that races through your body.

“You have no filter,” you whisper into his ear, making sure he feels your damp lips move, “do you?”

“N–N–I, me–nngghh,” Jungkook labours through this ordeal, his hips going the extra mile to close the gap between you two.

When you feel his hardness work against your pulsing clit, it only eggs you further, and the rudderless ship of your resolve yaws out of its lane, finding its anchor in the parted lips in your view.

If your surroundings could combust at the spark that you set off with the kiss, you’d be sitting in a castle of embers, licks of flames being innocent bystanders to the heat that your kiss generates. Your fingertips dig into the nape of his neck, and you swallow his groan with an eager tongue. Without a break, the kiss turns feral.

You push into his mouth. He returns in kind – although there’s nothing kind about the way he digs his teeth into your lip. The hiss you attempt to release never makes it out to the world – Jungkook is intent on ending this kiss only when the last breaths in your bodies threaten to leave, carrying along with them your consciousness.

And when that point comes, you part – your head is thrown back, and your hand carded in his hair pulls his back as well. Brisk, shallow breathing is the tune to which you gather your bearings. Your thighs burn for relief, the ache of holding your body in place settling in as the dopamine dies. From your awkward position, you flit an eye towards your partner in crime – and any dopamine that was dying, comes rushing back.

Your hands are still in the lush strands of his hair, and his lidded eyes are bouncing between many areas of view. Your libidinous eyes, your wet lips, your heaving breasts, or the junction of your thighs that give his hardness teasing touches. Maintaining this position, you dig into his cock, your flimsy underwear allowing your arousal to caress against his hot and awaiting length. He groans – it’s animalistic, it’s uninhibited, it’s none of the shy gamer nerd who cowered under the weight of your knowledge. His eyes, fervid, shuttle between all of your exposed skin, finding an anchor, but failing to stop.

“Look at you, is this what you really wanted?” It shocks you how far your voice shakes – what caused it – the kissing, the breathing, or the rock hard cock currently against your throbbing pussy? Who knows.

“I mean… We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want this,” Jungkook bites out an answer with great difficulty, “I—I definitely wan—ungh!”

You just can’t resist. His neck. His clavicles. His bobbing Adam’s apple. His chest. His restrained arms making a tireless effort to feel you. You leech onto his sparkling skin, and drag your tongue in the confines – Jungkook’s words transform into unintelligent warble, just the way you like.

Sliding downward, and acknowledging the slight ‘fuck’ that Jungkook exhales with a smirk, you lodge yourself directly in front of his broad, heaving chest. The position is awkward — a lot of your body weight lays on your hands that balance you on the chair’s seat – but your current view makes any pain go away.

“Could this be the reason,” you land a soft peck in the middle of his chest, “why your grades are like this,” trailing your path with your nose, you move left, “we could have just gotten this over with,” you end the sentence with a swirl of your tongue around his already pebbling nipple.

He hisses a string of unintelligible curses, arching into your ministrations, “Yo–you’d have d–done tha—” His train of thought ends with an audible gasp when you engulf the nipple in your mouth.

“For my tutee,” you release his nipple with a pop and look back up at his eager-to-please-face, cupping a cheek, “anything.”

“Can y—can you get rid of thi–this?” He shakes his bound hands from behind, his shoulder muscles bulging in the movement.

You simply shoot him an innocent look. “But you asked for it, didn’t you?”

“I thought that was the best thing that could happen to me,” Jungkook huffs with a light pout, “right now, I’m regretting it so hard.” As he speaks, you move to trail a soft line of kisses across his chest, reaching his other, neglected nipple. With your eyes locked in with his, you lick around the nub again, enjoying his restrained groans from your vantage.

“You don’t like it? What would you do if you… could touch me?”

“Fuck, I would—I wo—God, I would wrap myself around you… take a big piece of that ass, tear off your fuckin’ underwear… Grab your tits and dig my face into them till it’s time to execute my will—”

You chortle, still busy teasing his chest and making it hard for him to make his words flow. “You don’t need your hands for the last one baby.”

Your skin rumbles against the loud groans of pleasure that come out of Jungkook when you press his face into your chest, and you feel him frantically lick and suck at your skin, tongue lolling at whatever it could catch a taste of.

“Ahh, this is—making me want some very bad things,” you chuckle at the throes of pleasure he is pushing you under, but are surprised at yourself how much your voice quivers as well. Jungkook makes a show of fighting his restraints; you very well know that you don’t have a sailor’s knot guide on you, and the fight he’s putting up is not more than the fight you had been putting up throughout this evening.

“Bad things?” Jungkook’s breathy whisper brings you back to his lips, and you drop back on his lap, grinding yourself just enough to let your wetness cover his twitching length. “You’re my tutor, I–I’m sure you only want the best for me.”

With your show of repress finally curtained, you drop to your knees, arching your back until you’re face-to-face with his member – tip leaking copious amounts of precum, owing to the hours of tension that you put him through. Jungkook’s thighs tighten under your enrapt gaze, and his staccato breathing is music to your ears.

“Well, since I am your tutor,” you preen before you drag your tongue around the base of his dick, “and since I want only the best for you,” you drag your tongue up his muscle in one long stroke, “let me give you the best that I have.”

You wrap your lips around him thinking about how sweet he looks. You draw figures with your tongue thinking about how he's absolutely not your type. You suck more of his length into you thinking about how his moans differ from your average partner. So sweet. So pure. So untainted.

So, so not for you.

Perhaps sweet is what you nee—

“I’m gonna cu—”

The shrill ring of your phone pierces through Jungkook’s uncontained moans as he empties into your mouth recklessly. With your eyes closed, you try your best to savour the crisp, salty taste, letting your tongue cheekily lap at his member until you feel him shudder under your stimulation. Satiated, you get to your feet, looking eye to eye with the doe-eyed monster – who has the gall to look so pure even now, hands tied, balls empty.

“I should… Get that.”

Unsurprisingly, Baekhyun is pissed that you kept his premium cock waiting at your doorstep, and you appease his injured ego while finding your clothes and bearings. Jungkook relieves himself of the ‘restraints’, eyes following your disrobed body as it finds its modesty back, piece by piece.

“Okay… my phone, my book, my jewellery… I think I got everything,” you announce to the small, overheated room. “Jungkook. Good luck, this is the one thing you gotta pass, make sure you reread chapters 8 to 11, don’t blindly mark something because it sounds reasonable because nothing in this world is, make sure you have eno—”

“But! Listen—” His voice, still so sweet, not a hint of demanding assertion in his tone, just plain and beautiful pleading. “Wh–when can we… Umm when can we m–meet again?”

Ugh, your heart.

“Listen, I’m going away on vacation, my exams are over,” with a mildly heavy heart you try to explain to him without rushing, “that’s why this was our last class. And after that, I’ll be moving away. But!” With a spring in your step you open his door to let yourself out. “Keep in touch! Keep texting me, okay?” With your second shoe on, you stand at the stairs leading you out of his apartment, and look at him for one last word.

And you see his beautiful body and almost crumble back into his apartment.

“Yeah… Will do, bye!” He pulls himself together and grants you a bright, guilt-free smile.

So sweet, even when you’re blowing him off. So, so sweet.

But you don’t do sweet. So accepting his goodbye, you run like a deer being chased by the hungriest predator, towards the spice that awaits at your door.

Damned professional attires. Why can’t they look good without having to be tended to every fucking day?

You curse yourself for the cup ramen breakfast that ruined your only good shirt, owing to which you have this stainless but wrinkled shirt on you. It is very out of place, the lush lobby walls making you feel like every crease on you is magnified by a thousand.

It’s obviously not the shirt that is making your stomach gurgle. It is the upcoming meeting that is creating turmoil in your insides, part dread and part excitement.

“He will see you now.”

This guy has a receptionist and an assistant. Why is he so boujee? One look at his office door and you already know – this meeting will not go as per plan.

And when you push the heavy-set mahogany door, and take the man sitting at the baroque desk, silhouette highlighted by the clear night sky behind him – you’re certain this night was made for trouble.

“Ah, look who it is.”

That voice. So different from the last time you spoke. Gone is the tender, dulcet voice of his, gone are his soft, vulnerable eyes, and gone is the benevolent disposition that he carried around with pride.

As he takes a good, slow look at you, assessing you from top to bottom, gleaming with mischievous confidence, you shuffle in discomfort at all this directed display of interest. The million twinkles in eyes have coagulated to turn into a ball of inferno. With that blaze, he drags his eyes all over you, tracing your contours with the pens of his gaze, making you feel nails and needles through your spine. Unabashed. Doesn’t care that you’re waiting to take a seat, doesn’t care about your obvious discomfiture, just holding you at your place like a puppet to his watchful leer. The black-on-black suit fits his body like a dream, and the things you want to do to him are straight out of a nightmare.

“Please, why are you still standing?” His assessment complete, he waves an arm to the plush leather seats at your disposal. “Have a seat.”

Moments of uncomfortable silence pass by you, but only you seem bothered by it. You hate how fidgety you are right now, showing your cards so plainly. But truth be told, you have no cards to show. You’re here for his help, and there’s no game to be played with him.

“You’ve done well for yourself,” you offer, making a general gesture to show his entire office space. You could fit nineteen of your cubicles in here, and still have space to waltz around. Your incessant jumping from one firm to another, attempts at finding footing wherever you land but ultimate dissatisfaction with whatever was presented to you led to a not-so-stellar career, and tonight, to this office.

“Thanks.” He offers nothing more. And his lack of words definitely stings.

How did someone who breezed through law school end up like this?

More importantly, how did someone who was barely passing subjects under you end up in a position of such power?

And most important of them all, how did you end up being at his mercy?

"So tell me,” he begins once again, bursting your bubble of self-detestation, “how can I help you?"

You take a deep, rich breath and start. "I'm assuming you read my email, so I just nee—"

"You're gonna have to pause right there. I didn't." A simple response, with a simple smile, and you simply want to crawl into a hole and never see sunlight ever again. Jungkook doesn’t even try to explain himself out of this – no excuse or reasons given as to why the email remains unread. And as happenstance would have it, you are in no position to ask him why.

"Very well." You tap the file ahead, taking a deep breath and starting again, "This file should have it all. It’s better if you read through it, I might miss details."

Jungkook’s extended, bejewelled hand accepts the file, and leafs through the bundle of papers you’ve prepared for him. But that is not what you’re internalising. You're too busy furtively eyeing his bedecked office, the wooden panels offering a private divide between the office space and a separate seating area. The ritzy furniture establishing the space, the lavish lighting giving more depth to the space, the skyline flaunting its glory above it all – you're fraught with uncontrollable envy.

A call to your name jolts you, moving your eyes to him.

“So do you need me as co-counsel? I hardly think you need the help.”

“Please, don’t patronise me,” you chide him, the repressed irritation showing its face. “I know I’ve not had the best set of years in this field. And I know I fucked up on this one, pardon my French.”

“Well,” he pays no heed to your agitated tone, pushing the file back to you – just enough, so you are forced to get up to reach, “you’re right about that. You fucked up. I can definitely look into this, but I have a heavy workload as it is.” He simply shrugs, a mock-saintly frown on his lips.

What happened to your sugar-cookie boy who would do anything to make you proud?

Who is this man?

“I know, but I’m—” You swallow everything in you that stops the words, “I’m desperate. This meeting was clearly out of desperation. I know you knew what this was about. Why would you accept an appointment this late if you weren’t going to take on the job?”

“Maybe I just wanted to see you. Maybe I was curious what my tutor was doing, after leaving me high and dry that fateful night.”

He says it with such a harmless smile, like he just announced what he had for dinner. If you weren’t shaken yet, you now are.

“If I remember correctly, that was not the case. But for now, I’m asking for your help. That’s how I’m doing.”

“Yeah well,” with a smooth move, he gets out of his charcoal seat, and glides towards the tasteful couches placed on the other end of this palatial office, your heartbeat picking up pace from a gentle jog to a frantic pace, “I think I’m entitled to something in return.”

You follow him to the couch across the room, seating yourself on it – and taking a second to enjoy how comfortable it feels. “I literally swallowed your load that night. If anything, I’m the one entitled to this.”

“I’m sure your boy-toy that night gave you everything you needed, didn’t he?”

Deep breath. He remembers the night very well. Too well.

Did you expect that? No.

Did you want to find out?

Well, why else did you choose his name from a catalogue of high-end lawyers who could have saved your ass in this case?

What’s that saying… Curiosity kills your pus—

“Listen,” you interrupt your own reverie, “you will receive remuneration for your work, my boss is ready to—”

“Nuh–uh,” he tuts, “come on now, we really don’t need to play this cat and mouse game, do we?”

A deep exhale calms your nerves against this burgeoning yet desired situation, and you leave your seat to accept the glass of whiskey he’s offering you. After returning to the couch and gulping the hootch, you meet his accursed, biting gaze. “What can we even wager on like that night? It’s not like I have test questions to ask you anymore,” you throw the ball back into his court, desperately hoping he finds a good enough solution.

“Oh, no, no, no,” he teases you, sliding into the seat – it’s unbearable how good he looks with this confidence. He gets in your space, still holding his undrunk glass of whiskey, peering into your eyes as he makes his proposal. “I think a bit of role reversal will do us good,” he smiles back at you. “Do you good.”

“My definition of good, or yours?”

He smiles at your attempt at feigning confidence. “I don’t think they differ by much.”

In this quietude, the frenetic beating of your heart rings all the way up in your ears. It is a testament to how agog this transformed man leaves you; by the way he speaks, the way he looks, the way he commands your entire being. Words fail you, so you whisper a small ‘yeah’ and nod – you definitely knew where this night was going the moment you called his office, even if your ego strives hard to say otherwise.

“Let’s start simple,” he begins with a slap to his thigh, seating himself comfortably, “where did you go that night?”

What tactic is this? You’re baffled that this man – looking like a Michelin-star-seven-course-meal – cares about that one immaterial night.

Was it really immaterial, though?

Youngling Jungkook was probably offended, you posit to yourself, by the way you left things hanging (pun very much intended).

“How would you know if I lie?”

“I’ll decide that.” His eyes add “and you’ll follow.” No room for discussion is provided.

“Right.” You sip on your refilled glass, clearing your throat before you answer, “I don’t know if you know him, Byun Baekhyun.” You look in his eyes for recognition, but you can’t read anything, anything at all. “I had to meet him.”

“To fuck?”

“Well, yes. Drinks and then that.”

“Okay, I’ll take that.”

And you’ve passed question one – all your clothing fully intact.

“Next question,” his eyes filled with sensual mirth, “was he any good?”

“Oh my God,” you throw your hands up, ready to leave the seat in a show of exasperation, “are you—is this insecurity? After all these years?”

“Well, I’m asking the questions, so I don’t owe you an explanation,” Jungkook leans into the cushions, his confident manner growing with each passing second, “but you might say, I’m curious.”

A moment of silence passes.

“Yes.”

“Ahh…” He tuts at you, inching closer until you feel the microfibres of his coat against you, “Wrong answer.”

Of course it’s the wrong answer.

Byun Baekhyun might have been one of the best fucks of the campus, and you might’ve had a lot of fun with him on erstwhile rendezvouses, but that night wasn’t either of your nights, with him being pissed of at you for making his dick wait, and you having your mind glued on a totally different dick to his. The lie might have been obvious, but the fact that you’re having to accept it right now is making your ears heat up.

You don’t really need to do this.

Oh, but you do.

“Go on,” Jungkook coaxes you with his honey-dripping voice, lidded eyes tormenting you, “you know the rules.”

In the tense air, you take off a bracelet, the fake diamonds leaving a chill on your wrist. After dangling it in his face, you drop it onto the couch seat.

“Good…” Jungkook teases, wondering which deviation of his brain to follow next. “Next. Did you think about me while getting your mediocre pounding from Baekhyun?”

“Oh my God, no!” Your rude tone is extra sharp, like you didn’t even want to entertain the thought that Jungkook would think – Jungkook would know – that that’s what happened.

To this date, you do not remember anything of Baekhyun – your memories of that day have been painted with Jungkook and Jungkook alone.

“Come on now,” his smug visage turns ungodly, eyebrow cocked up, “a white lie. Off,” is all he says.

You bend down to reach for the buckle of your shoe. Owing to Jungkook sitting fairly close, your line of sight is delicious – his taut suit pants defining the thighs that he’s clearly worked for; basically ogling at his thighs and crotch in close proximity. With shaky hands, your shoes finally come off – no thanks to the burst of anticipation flooding your veins.

“Have you ever thought about us on lonely nights?” The closer he moves, with each syllable of utterance, the farther you feel from a sense of control.

“No…” Your words stammer, and you mentally give the point to Jungkook. Looking up, you find him smirking at your shrinking stature.

“Ahh… You make it too easy,” he just chides you, and you start slipping out your rings.You’re well aware that you are the one dragging this out – but the “yes” just does not want to grace your lips.

Maybe because you actually like this game.

Maybe you’re enjoying this end of the show.

And maybe, you finally want to see this game to completion.

“Just so you know,” Jungkook purrs into the shell of your ear, leaving you wondering when he moved so close, “I think about your slick on my cock a lot.”

The desperation in your countenance is so visible, it’s pathetic. You wait in silence for the next question, eager to jump to the finale, but the path to the end is far too enjoyable to skip.

“Do you want to continue where we left off?”

“No.” Your answer is straight, to the point, no embellishments.

Instead, you let your hands do the talking.

In one smooth action, you unzip your skirt and pull it down, without a prompt from the dastard ogling at you. Every move you make, you feel his stare burn into your skin, countering the chilly air filling the room. You sit back with your legs tightly closed – not out of any false sense of modesty, that has never been your strong suit – but the unceasing throbbing of your clit needs temporary relief or else it will jump out and land into his mouth.

The distance between you two has steeply decreased, and you can’t tell who’s at fault anymore. In any case, this proximity is most welcome, as per the anticipatory goosebumps that decorate your skin. Swirling his yet-unfinished drink in his hand, ice cubes clattering against each other, Jungkook takes your exposed legs in that are only barricaded by your pantyhose. It’s not the best material – you’ve been wearing the same one for a week now, displaying many scratches and tears – but Jungkook’s eyes don’t even seem to register it.

But what is with this speed? He is fully intent on making every second of your horny existence miserable. In a desperate attempt to get a fraction of his touch, you bring your leg up – making the move as slow and deliberate as possible – landing it on his thigh. The best begging you can do without actually voicing it out.

Jungkook, however, is a man of many talents – ignoring your direct needs being a prime one. After a light sip, he brings his glass down to your leg, the bottom rim touching under your toe – and you hiss at the ice-cold feeling that spreads across your foot, as the condensate spreads its influence.

“I have so many questions for you…” Jungkook whispers to you, watching you twitch, “but I’m having too much fun right now.”

Just when you begin to ask whether his dictionary reads ‘fun’ differently, he drags his cold glass upward, painfully slow, traversing your foot, then along your shin bone, letting the precipitate draw a path of icy chill on the map of your body. Meeting your eyes to just plant a cheeky wink into your brain, he continues forging ahead – until he can reach mid-thigh. He stops there long enough to hear you hiss – only then do you feel the glass move away.

If you weren’t already panting, you are now. Very audibly so. It is all you can hear in the room, in fact.

That is, of course, until Jungkook assaults all your senses by dragging you awfully close to him, extracting a gasp from you – his grip on your thigh is tighter than the band in your stomach begging for a release, and you relish the feeling.

“Do you, want me,” he says into the miniscule space that’s left between your lips, “to kiss you right now?”

You can’t decide what demands your spotlight; is it his gaze boring holes into your skin, or his lips that are now glistening deliciously?

“No.”

“Hmmn,” Jungkook turns away from you, and you almost rise in alarm – until you register his next actions, “thought so.”

One second to completely sip all of his whiskey. Another second for his lips to land on yours.

Finally.

The fantasies of this night blend into reality, and instead of doing the rational thing – thinking why you ended up like this – you give into the kiss.

Not only does he kiss you hard, like the future of his world depends on it, he also pushes in his undrunk whiskey into your eager mouth. The liquid swirls between the colliding tongues, some leaking out of the corners of your mouth – the rest coating the insides of your cheeks with a lush, rich and robust flavour – flavours that didn’t pop when you drank it from your own damn glass.

You kiss until the whiskey gets drunk – by whom, is a mystery – and before you can tend to the stray drops down your face, Jungkook’s hand grabs your chin to keep you still.

God, your last kiss was nothing like this. The blood buzzing in your ears is thunderous, reacting to the contradiction between the soft, tender kisses exchanged all those years ago, and the jagged, raw conquering of your lips happening right now. Your roughened lips burn under the remnants of alcohol, but it’s nothing compared to the searing you feel when Jungkook lets his tongue languidly glide against your gnawed skin.

“Now, since it was the wrong answer…” He husks, his fingers moving inward, closer and closer until they land just below your collar, “I have no choice but to—”

One mighty sharp tug – and all the buttons of your shirt have popped, flying all around the two of you. His hands, still clutching the buttonless seams of your shirt, harshly pull you back into him. Lips firmly sealed back onto yours, he sends his hand roaming.

“This is what you needed that night, eh?” With one hand back to digging in your jaw, he mouths the words into your cleavage, teeth digging deep into whatever they can grab, “Sweet boys just don’t cut it for you.” He moves up to the nook of your neck, his other hand slotting between your thighs, “For all the attitude you had back then, all you want then is to be treated like a street slut. And you’re still the same. Whores don’t change.”

Rude boys are still your standard, and Jungkook has become just that.

“Ow—fuck, don’t leave mar–marks, man,” you attempt an angrier voice while avoiding his truth bomb – because yes, aren’t you knocked out, over the moon right now? The voice that emanates is feeble, with no brawn to be found.

He too, doesn’t pay you any heed – teeth tugging the flesh in his clamp until he can hear you hiss, then letting it go, letting his tongue soothe the sting.

“You can pretend to hate it,” he sneers at you, his low tone whisper sending shivers like a snowy night, “your lips can lie, but your body? From the moment you walked in, I know your pussy’s been screaming to be filled. Just thank your stars I’m generous, huh?”

You’re drunk. On just two fingers of whiskey? That can’t be it. Definitely, it’s the heady concoction of the alcohol and Jungkook’s very able hands – one of which is enjoying the feel of your perking nipple.

While one hand goes back up to roughly dig into your neck, the confines of your throat feeling the heat of his lust, his other arm wraps holds your back, making sure you don’t lean too back and lose your balance. It’s sweet.

What’s not sweet, however, is how long this is taking.

He pushes you until you’re balancing your head on the armrest, with one knee digging into the cushion beside you, the other firmly planted on the carpeted floor. Within a wink of an eye, he’s moved down – and you feel his tongue play over your bra, teasing your nipples, reminding you of a forgotten (but not really) past – a harsh suckle under your boob releases the trapped moan, but it sounds battered; perfectly showcasing your state of mind.

“How about this,” he whispers, looking up from his actions, “you think I can get you to come without taking anything else off?”

Do you have the mental fortitude to deal with the consequences of your bratty answer?

“No.”

The fingers fiddling with your bra hooks halt – instead, he descends onto your clothed breast, biting over the fabric, fully knowing that your sensitivity was through the roof. You cuss and moan, growing frustration urging for more, but you do not beg.

“Funny how life changes,” he coos, shifting attention from one boob to the other, “today you’re the one tied down. And lucky for you,” with not a hint of weariness in his voice, “I don’t have to be anywhere, anytime soon.”

No ties, no ropes, no chains – hell, not even that overworn, oversized tee of his – and he’s still so right about it. Not a part of you wishes to move away, your pathetic self just wrapped around his agile fingers.

Said fingers now hold your cheeks, squeezing until your quivering lips give an opening – and he drops a ball of spit right over. You lay there, entranced, taking what he has to give, your writhing less prominent now. Anything that falls outside the outline of your lips is gathered by his thumb, massaged over your mouth, then inserted for you to suck to your heart’s content. Which you do.

“You’ve shanghed sho mush,” you speak past his thumb; he definitely doesn’t try to make it easier on you, pushing his digit further inside, putting your tongue through a test of endurance.

“So have you,” is his simple response, dragging his wettened thumb across your cheek.

“Not as much as you, for sure.”

“I don’t think the mouthy bitch years ago would suck spit off of my thumb.”

“You don’t know that.” With his eyes widening ever so slightly, you continue, “But surely, the geek from years ago wouldn’t have spit in my mouth in the first place.”

“You don’t know that either.”

Just when you think you’re done seeing stars with the roof on, Jungkook hooks the band of your bra in his teeth – like the primitive animal that he is – and pulls at it, just to let it snap back at your skin. The unannounced action makes you squeal, even though it didn’t really hurt – he’s got your body so alive, a feather could hurt you if he wielded it.

With the odd, oafish position of yours; one leg on the couch, the other hanging off loose, head balanced precariously on the armrest with your arms dutifully out of his way – you try to get him where you need him, knee nudging his thigh while your hips wriggle under an invisible spell. Finally, he acquiesces, settling down at the couch with your legs unwrapped on either side for his viewing pleasure. His palms squeeze the flesh of your thighs, a small tsk falling off his lips at the touch of your pantyhose.

“Tearing doesn’t count as taking off, right?”

“What?”

You don’t get a response – not in words, atleast. The loud rip that follows is the only answer he graces you with, your worn down pantyhose having its last wear forever. But his easy access only brings you gratitude when two fingers enter the tear in a split second, pushing your underwear inside your sopping core.

“Mmmhh—Fuck!”

Jungkook just laughs at your helpless body writhing beyond control as he explores everything he didn’t have a chance to before. Fingers travelling down, then up, inside, then outside, around and about – everything, only egging you further on.

“After all these years…” Jungkook purrs, not directly to you, eyes only connected to the juncture of your thighs, “you deserve a good fucking. What should I do, huh? Should I make you come, then drop off the face of the earth?” His tongue swipes the length of your crevice, sending shudders down your thighs. “Or should I spend this whole night doing all the things I’ve been meaning to? Cover you in my jizz and parade you across the office? Show everyone what an excellent tutor you were, and your very innovative teaching methods.”

Your brain has no filter when exposed to the horny, and his last words made it do just that – you latch onto whatever words best serve your purpose.

“You–you’ve been meaning… To?”

“Meaning to fuck you against every possible surface of this room,” is what Jungkook says, but with his fingers entering your cunt and exploring about, you don’t register anything. “As a thank you, you know? Meaning to see you fall apart on my fingers, just like this—” He pushes in hard, your pussy throbbing around his digits. “Meaning to cum inside you, over and over again, and have you crawl around this space, dripping everywhere while I sit and watch your sullied body prepare itself to take more.”

Well, the last one is oddly specific. Even more odd is how much more aroused the thought makes you.

“Wow, umm—w–well—” Swallowing the wad of spit accumulating in your throat, you offer, “Since you clearl–ooh, clearly, know how to make me come,” you look him in the eye, tears of desire pooling in the corners of your eyes, “so fucking do it. S–Stop playing around.”

“But with a plaything as sweet as you,” he moves to kiss your clothed pussy, his fingers still playing imaginary music inside your walls, “with a toy as slutty as you,” another kiss, so delicate it hurts you, “hard to not play around.”

Hands unfettered from the mental shackles that Jungkook put on you, you pull him back up to you, lips smushing together once again – your other hand wraps around his wrist, grinding onto whatever surface his palm offers, using him like a glorified sex toy. He grunts hard into you, a vague attempt made at bringing you back under control, but your tongue is beguiling, and he stays under your hold.

Until he isn’t.

“A—w—fuck!”

Jungkook’s sadistic streak continues when he frees his wrist from your clutches, and smacks your clit once, twice, thrice – in quick succession. Your nub would buzz if it could, and a string of expletives release from you when he does it again – this time, with a greater backswing.

With a sharp tug to his still-on blazer, you pull him up. “Fucker,” you sputter, making your first and last request of the night, in a desperate attempt to get the ball rolling, “let me suck your dick.” Your hands already flounder around his crotch, until he pulls them away, back to their previous confinement. In the background, you can hear his belt jingle; but all you can see is his arresting face.

A deep-throated laugh emerges from him, “Wasn’t last time enough?” He coos at your cock-hungry plea, pushing you back down and fiddling with your legs. “Next time, okay?”

“Next ti—uungghh!”

Barely able to complete your showcase of surprise, because this is the way he announces his acceptance – he pushes into your core, without warning, but he receives a warm welcome in the walls of your pussy.

“We have a lot,” he emphasises with a thrust, “a lot of work to do, don’t we?” He pulls out just enough to leave you whining, then pushes back in with a grunt of satisfaction; his moves are calculated enough to leave you wanting while maverick enough to leave your spine tingling. “And a lot of catching up as well.” He hovers over you after positioning you better, both of your bodies lying along the length of the couch, before getting right back into your gushing entrance.

One particular thrust has you arching up, the shock of pleasure stagnating in your body for a hot second, making your head lag and voice wane. Jungkook sheaths himself completely, before slotting his face in the nook of your neck, heavy breaths licking at your heated skin. Not one to miss an opportunity, you take the lobe of his ear between your lips, letting your teeth graze over the skin.

“Mmmh, yes,” he keens, tilting into your touch, “make it hurt, baby.”

Whether it is the words he uttered, or the way his whisper travels down to your cunt, you dig your teeth into the flesh, immediately rewarded with a mouthwatering flurry of cusses stuttered into your neck.

“It’s,” Jungkook pulls out of you in an instant, turning you around by your waist, “not,” he pushes your head back onto the headrest, your cheek bulging as you try to get a look at him, “enough.”

And the way he slams back into you, you feel your soul fight your body to escape. You mewl into the deathly quiet, his dogged jackhammering hurtling you towards your most awaited high of the day – hell, the most awaited all these years. He pistons into you, covering every inch of your skin in a sea of flames. Your orgasm finds you like a river in spate, gushing through its path, fighting boulders in its wake, carving its way through your entire body.

Sounds of the room start feeling like echoes, slapping balls, grunty exhales, a weirdly long cloth rip that does not belong – but your ears are ringing, your mouth is drooling, and your brain is ready to shut down. Being jostled like a muppet feels like home, and you only start waking up when spurts of liquid coat all of your ass, thighs, and slit.

In true asshole fashion, Jungkook tore all of your pantyhose, fabric loosely hanging on the sides, seams split until all of your ass and thighs were open for his pleasure.

In truer asshole fashion, Jungkook left you a mess, cum trickling down your glutes, pooling at the bend of your knee.

And in truest asshole fashion, he is wiping his unsullied fingers clean, without a second thought about your current dishevelled disposition.

Ugh. You love to put yourself in a position you can’t get out of.

How the fuck will you get home? This jerk won’t give you a ride.

Also, none of your bones work.

You lay your head on the armrest, finding feasible ways out of this situation. It's going to be nice riding the bus with dried cum itching your ass. There must be a washroom in this boujee office, of course. You finally gather the strength to raise your head and look for one – but interception comes sharp and swift.

“Already done, huh?” Jungkook’s fingers press into the nape of your neck, pushing you back down, your tendons feeling the pressure of his stronghold.

“I—” You stutter and stumble again, just like the start of the night, “I thought we—”

“Don’t you remember?”

“What?”

“Hmmmn,” he sponges kisses over your clothed back, making his way downward, “stupid girl said I couldn’t make her come without taking anything off.”

Ah.

Stupid girl did say that.

Stupid girl also has her speaking right revoked right now, because Jungkook is collecting the half-dried cum on your ass with his tongue, awakening your dying senses once again. His final move is a start to the next chapter of your night, as he pushes his tongue into your velvet heat, depositing the cum where it belongs.

“Guess we keep playing, huh?”

Thank you for making it to the end! For more of my writing, find my masterlist here. As always, thoughts and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!

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Help me out (pt.2)

Pairing - Best friend!Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Genre - Smut, Fluff

Word count - 8k words (I got carried away)

Warnings - Dom!Felix, Sub!Reader, absolute filth, language, Felix has a thing for y/n’s thighs, Reader being overly nervous, car sex, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), oral (m receiving), fingering, voice kink, slight humiliation/degradation, Praising, light choking, orgasm denial, possessiveness, begging, hair pulling (lmk if I missed something).

A/n - So after two years it is here! It’s good to be back after a while TT , didn’t even plan to make it to two parts but oh well, thank “taste” for that :) I don’t know how to feel about this one but I hope you’ll enjoy this as much and I enjoyed writing this 🥹(also English isn’t my first language so sorry beforehand)

Part 1 ➾ here

After that night you two have never spoken about it again, as if everything went back to normal. Only that… it didn’t for you.

A month already flew by so fast you didn’t have a chance to blink, the two of you didn’t even get the chance to be alone since then, still hanging out regularly in your group of friends. The thought of Felix just looking downright mean at you when you made a mess over his thigh , the way he had his way with you and gripped your hair locks couldn’t vanish out of your mind, leaving you desperate for more of him every night you tried to get off without the thought of your best friend popping all the time.

That’s why it didn’t go back to normal for you, once your eyes meet images of being under him kept flooding back into your mind, but instead of averting your gaze you seem to be locking eyes with him quite often. But the difference is that it seems as if he’s unbothered, already forgot about the incident and went back being your best friend.

On one side its good, because nothing changes between the two of you, you don’t seem to make things awkward and ruin things about your entire friendship, he’s still the sweet goofy caring Felix you always knew and loved. Oh but that other side… you just wish to throw the friendship out the window just this one time for him to ruin you all over again. You can’t remember the last time someone railed you this good.

Ugh, Y/n. Come back to your senses.

You snapped as you once realised where you are, even though the coffee shop didn’t have much customers and you had more time to yourself, doesn’t give you the right to just get horny over your best friend, you got a little ashamed over these thoughts.

What are you thinking about? You’re at work, focus!!

It seems that you finished eating your lunch a few minutes ago and you didn’t even notice, the cold leftovers of your omelette sandwich and cappuccino reduce your appetite as you feel full, thinking of taking one last bite before throwing it away. your mind is all over the place. You’re sure Felix put this aside a month ago like it should be and you should do exactly the same.

You stood up and went to the kitchen to put the plate and cup in the sink, throwing the leftovers in the bin next to it. You cleared your voice and adjusted your clothing, no more daydreaming, need to focus at work and set your mind into the right place, just like your best friend Felix does, he seems unaffected, you should too.

Just don’t think about it too much, easy right?

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“Do I really have to come? I’m so tired I’m absolutely exhausted from all the work and studying I just want to sink onto my couch, watch movies and eat food. If you want to, you can join me…” your voice trailed off.

To be honest, you don’t feel the need to party all night right now, especially when you’re still recovering from Felix and if he’d be there you don’t know if you’ll be on your right mind.

Minho sounded upset over the line, you really do miss and love your friends , it’s not like you’re avoiding them or Felix, you still talk to all of them over the phone and text everyday. Felix keeps checking up on you every day asking how have you been and if you need anything, this ball of sunshine made you feel a bit bad for rejecting his offers. Of course you miss him and his company.

“Come on, Y/n. It’s just a small gathering at our place, we really want to see you, let loose a little and have fun! You do deserve it , we’ll buy some drinks and snacks , good music! I promise you’ll have a good time just please come, for me at least?” Minho was pleading and it made it even harder to say no to him, how could you say no to him in general? He always knew how to convince you.

You signed and threw yourself on the couch, staring at the ceiling, it took you a few seconds and you only imagined Minho’s face lighting up with hope, you don’t want to disappoint. You hear the other boys screaming in the background whether you’ll come or not, you hear Chan loud and clear when he says “Let her know that if she won’t make it tonight, I’ll stop bringing her favourite brownies she always steals from our kitchen, She’ll be banned for eating those yummy goodies!!” Shoot not the brownies… you love eating them with coffee!!

The loud noises give away the planning of their “gathering” tonight, you could only sigh once again in defeat when you clear your voice and close your eyes “Fine!!!! I’ll make it to your place tonight, just… don’t hide the brownies!” You could practically hear Minho jumping victoriously over the other line , letting the boys know that you’ll make it and let someone know who could pick you up from your place so you wouldn’t have to call for a cab.

“Y/n, if I could I would probably squeeze you to death from my hug right now but we don’t want that, so just settle on that that we missed you and have your fun with us, it’s been a while” he sounded sincere and it made your heart warm, you don’t hear Minho acting like that ever so often and it only gives away the fact that you really didn’t see them much lately.

You let out a giggle over his comment and proceeded to answer “don’t worry, I’ll be there , just let me know when to be ready” you stood up from the couch and made your way to the bathroom , wanting to fill hot water in the bathtub to take care of yourself before you do your other routines and choose your outfit.

“9 pm tops, be ready by then. Felix will come over to pick you up”.

Felix.

It’s just Felix, why did his name made your heart thump like crazy? Why was Felix the one who will pick you up? Why can’t it be Hyunjin? Out of all names.

Relax.

It’s just a ride to their place, he’s your best friend and you missed him, your heart ached to see him. You took a deep breath and nodded even though Minho couldn’t see it “alright fine, tell him to text me when he’ll be outside”.

Minho and you shared your fair goodbye’s over the phone and hung up, putting your phone aside as you stripped from your clothes, entering the hot bath before sinking down.

You took another deep breath and closed your eyes as you felt your body sinking deeper and deeper into the hotness of the water, filling your bathroom in steamy aroma. you let yourself to relax your tense muscles for once and clear your head from everything.

You don’t know why did you even get these butterflies just from hearing his name, or thinking about him. It was just a one time thing, the mood was right, it felt right…

But it doesn’t change your friendship status, you’re still the best friends you are for each other, you miss and adore your sunshine. Yes, your nickname for him was Sunshine. Only that he proved to be far more than that last month in your very own bed.

You think you just need to let it go, yes the sex was absolutely amazing, you didn’t feel this euphoria for a very long time. But, maybe you just need to get laid and let out all the pent up sexual frustration instead of avoiding your best friend. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings or ruin it all for the both of you just because of your issue.

So Tonight, you need to change your mind set. You’re going to have fun with your friends and maybe even get lucky with someone else who isn’t your best friend.

You didn’t see Felix in a long time, maybe everything will go back to normal between the two of you like it used to be from your side. From his side it seems as he already forgot about everything and put that aside as it should be for you two. You’re both adults, it happens right? If Felix doesn’t make things weird then you should too.

At that thought, you finished taking your bath and stepped out. Now, you wrapped a towel around your figure and on your way to your room to choose what to wear, what to even begin with to make yourself ready.

You stood in front of your closet and stared at it for a few seconds. should you go casual? Or all the way sexy? You wanted to show yourself off tonight and get it going out there, let you feel things you didn’t feel a long while. Yet, you didn’t want to look like a try hard…

Fuck it.

You’re going to pop everyone eyes out.

You picked out your tight black dress with spaghetti straps that emphasised all your curves. Some black heels, not very high one’s. you thought about curling your hair but decided to keep it straight, you’ll definitely add some light make up just to make yourself glow. To sum it all up, you’ll definitely be ready by night time.

You played out some music in the background and started to get working.

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Stunning.

You looked at your figure through the mirror and you look stunning to say at least. Really simple and sexy , not too much and not way too much. You adjusted the skirt of the dress and stood on your heels, finishing applying the gloss lipstick and brushing your hair through your fingers. It’s been way too long since you got ready like that and you felt excited to get out there once again.

As you looked at your reflection for the past few minutes, you hear your phone buzzing lightly on the table, allowing you to process that someone is calling you. Your breath hitched and your heart raced as you read the name “Sunshine ☀️” spread across the screen. You didn’t even notice that it’s already night time, you hurried to pick up.“Hello, Lix?” Afraid your voice will betray you , you somehow managed to answer normally, picking up the first perfume you see to put on while holding the phone with your shoulder.

“Are you ready or am I gonna sit here waiting while you’re fashionably late?” You heard his deep voice through the line and you swear it wasn’t as deep as it was a month ago, is he going through puberty again? You smiled at his comment and proceeded to grab your tiny bag with you while turning off the lights and opening the door, you saw his car right at the parking lot.

“I’m right outside, dummy” you said and locked the door , putting your keys inside the bag and just standing there waiting for him to get out the car “are you just gonna sit there and be a terrible gentleman instead of greeting me?” You were sarcastic of course and managed to laugh it off right after, you somehow saw his big smile forming on his face as he got out of the car and stood up. you felt relieved to say at least that there wasn’t any tension and you both acted completely normal like it alway had been, maybe you overreacted after all.

But alas, you may need a reality check because the second he took a few steps towards you and came closer, you felt like air got knocked out of your lungs.

For the first time in your entire friendship, you had a loss of words for his appearance.

His blonde hair now gone, replaced with new coloured black locks. He wore a simple casual white T-shirt and a leather jacket on top, black ripped jeans that fit him nicely and white sneakers. what was really breathtaking was the way you locked eyes with him after observing his appearance. he smirked and looked down at you once you were close face to face and took your hand, he chuckled and bowed down before you.

“Oh my lady, I’m so sorry! Where are my manners?”

You didn’t even notice that he hung up the call and your phone still pressed to your ear, you felt embarrassed and your skin was burning hot, you managed to pull away the phone quickly and laugh lightly at his antics. you hit him playfully at the back of his head and managed to pull his hand that he’s holding and lead you both to the car, just walking casually hand in hand.

Felix just yelped in response and cried out at the hit, rubbed his head with the other hand in the process. “Oh, don’t be such a baby” you rolled your eyes and before you knew it you were randomly pulled in for an embrace which caught you off guard. It felt like you were inside cozy home walls, not feeling the night breeze as much as before, he wrapped his arm and covered you like something he needs to protect. you returned his hug and wrapped your arms around him too, hearing him sighing in peace. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, you literally breathed him , his scent surrounding you.

“I missed you” he said and you smiled, tightening your arms around him, realising how much you missed him too and how bad you felt for avoiding any chance of meeting him while he has no idea why, you felt a bit stupid, but you’re here with him now and you need to fix it.

You pulled away from him and looked into his eyes once again, now a lot less nervous “I missed you too, I’m sorry I didn’t have much time to see you or the boys, I’ll make it up to you” you took his hand in yours once again and you both smiled brightly at each other.

“You better be, princess” you both reached for the car and he opened the door for you to get inside “ or else I’m gonna be stuck to your hip one way or another, I don’t care”.

You stuck your tongue out to him and sat down, he closed the door and went all the way around to get onto his seat as well. Once you’re both sat he started the car and searched to put on the address the boys gave him.

You had a questioning look on your face, you were confused for a moment “Lix.. what is this address? Aren’t we going to Minho’s place?” You asked as you looked at the screen on the car media, You heard Felix sucking in a deep breath before sheepishly looking at you “yeah well, about that…” he began and laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head, something here smells fishy and you looked at his face from up close wanting to hear an answer.

“Well, Minho thought you’d decline the offer once you’ll hear it won’t be at his place here close, so… we are driving off to Han’s, he’s organising and planning this party for a long time and he really wanted you to be there with us. That’s why I wanted to come and pick you up so you wouldn’t have to drive alone.. Surprise?” He looked at you wishing for a positive answer and by the expression on your face he didn’t know what to except.

You lean back in your seat and put two hands to cover your face before you speak up “not only the road to Han’s place is half an hour long, it isn’t a small gathering either?” You returned looking at him and he pleaded with his eyes while nodding his head, but before you could say anything further he started driving, ruining any chance of you escaping, his eyes now on the road as he chuckled to himself.

You sighed “What can I say? If I’m here might as well enjoy your guys company, I missed you all too much for me to be pissed” you laughed to yourself and instead of getting angry for being tricked, you just smiled and relaxed.

“Yes! Princess that’s the spirit, consider this as your punishment for overworking yourself lately” you blushed at the name he gave you, you always liked it when he called you that and didn’t give any mind about it, but now it seemed different, it made you warm inside.

“I guess you’re right…” you trailed off and looked at the outside of the window, it was open a bit so you closed it as the cold air gave you goosebumps, regretting not taking any jacket with you. As you kept looking at the view and the comfortable silence continued, you got hit with the realisation. It was a half an hour long drive with Felix alone in the car. You suddenly got these butterflies in your stomach and shifted in your seat, you turned to look at him and regretted the second you did so.

When did Felix driving started to seem so hot to you? The way he gripped the steering wheel with one hand that was decorated gently with his veins , the other one leaning against his window , his legs spread a bit and his jawline sharp, his new hair color didn’t help either. A few second ago you got chills from the cold, when did it get so hot in here?

Felix noticed you being quiet than usual and got curious because you always talked about random things when you had the chance.

“Everything okay , Princess?” Oh god the pet name made it much worse for your condition, all your thoughts from earlier flooding back to mind as you can’t help but think about the events that happened in your bed under him.

“Y-yeah sure, just hot a little .. can you open the window a bit?” Your voice almost betrays you as you speak.

“Didn’t you just close the window a few minutes ago?” Felix asked taking a quick glance at you and the way that you subconsciously pressed your thighs didn’t go unnoticed by him, averting his eyes now onto the closed window and back to the road. “You were literally shivering” he questioned you and you felt like it was getting even hotter, his low voice doesn’t help either.

“Well yeah, but I feel like the car keeps you warm enough inside so I’d rather the window just to be slightly open” you answered and Felix shrugged trying his best not to grin, doing as you said while you sighed in relief.

Felix knows that you’re talking bullshit.

He knows you well enough and can tell when you confidently tell the truth and when you’re lying. Just like when he stayed over a night at your house, the way you greedily rubbed your ass against his cock with no shame whatsoever when you thought he was asleep and the way you were stuttering in such a cute way when he asked you what were you doing exactly. Your lame excuse of a blanket matched the same energy with your window excuse.

You thought he was over what happened between the two of you? Hell no.

Nothing stayed the same way for him, all he could think about was how helplessly you submitted to him and how you trembled on his thigh while you asked oh so pretty permission to cum. It made him go crazy hard for you for days. Even before it all went down, he always fantasised about this but knew it’ll never happen, never wanting to cross the line of friendship and ruin things , but eventually it did happen. He didn’t complain because he saw how much you wanted it yourself, but after that he had to move on for your both sakes so no one could get hurt.

You mean the world to him and he knew you only viewed him as your best friend, so he acted as if it never actually happened. pretending everything went back to normal and he did great, really! But that was until he saw you today after weeks, in that skimpy little dress of yours looking gorgeous. He didn’t know how he managed to compose himself until now.

When he saw you pressing your thighs deliciously now and catching you red handed in your lie, made him realise you feel this same attraction over and over again too, it seemed like your minds always wondered to think about one another. And that relieved him, so why the both of you are holding back? Because of your friendship once again?

Felix had the urge to test his luck today, just like you tested yours, you are such as needy. He steals a few glances over your figure as his hand tightens a bit around the steering wheel, the way your exposed thighs distract him, maybe you don’t bother to pull the hem of your dress down just so you can tease him, you wanted to test his limits? Not today, he thought to himself.

You on the other side were still hot and bothered , suddenly finding the road way more interesting as you sat in silence taking a deep breath. Felix took this golden opportunity and put his hand on your exposed thigh. The moment you felt his slightest touch your breath hitched completely, you don’t even notice that you hold your breath. eyes widening and looking at him , then at his veiny hand that gives it a light squeeze , sending tingles down straight to your core.

“Y/n, are you okay? You look quite pale..” Felix asks as he gives another squeeze reassuringly, knowing exactly what he was doing , watching you crumble. It’s interesting to see when exactly are you going to brake, but he wanted to hear it from you and you just needed a little bit more of guidance.

“Y-yeah totally!! It’s just that it’s still hot and I’m not feeling so well because of that, can you maybe open the window a bit more?” You managed to squeak out but this time Felix couldn’t stop his grinning, chuckling, and you swear that he lowers his voice on purpose “how are you feeling hot but a shivering mess huh?” His warm hand beginning to caress your thigh up and down, waiting for you to shove his hand away but that never comes, you don’t know why you don’t stop him either, it was way harder for you to think straight right now. you didn’t even notice your shivers that sent goosebumps down your spine, feeling overwhelmed.

That bastard… you thought to yourself.

You weren’t stupid either, you felt a shift in his energy and mood the second he started driving but felt unsure, he knows how you’re feeling but hesitates to take further actions because he’s afraid from rejection. But how could you reject him when he is the only one that’s on your mind?

“Hmm doll?” Here are the pet names again. “Are you going to answer me or are you going to keep me waiting again? Just like you did with that dress of yours?” His hand crept up higher and higher taking place inside your inner thigh once again, so close to the place you wanted him the most, reminding you of last time. but this time you let out an evident gasp, you looked over in shock at Felix only to find him smirking to himself and turning left on the road.

“F-Felix what are you-“ he cuts you off as he started speaking again , feeling you melting under his touch “Let me ask you a different question Princess, for who did you dress up so prettily for? Hm? Are you planning to impress someone?” His deep tone of voice didn’t help to your state , still processing his words but hurried to answer him at the same time.

“I didn’t think of impressing someone b-but.. wanted to have fun” you say suddenly feeling a bit shy over your words, Felix was rather amused at your answer nodding his head at your statement “and what kind of fun did you think of exactly? Huh? With who?” He leaned back in his seat and he looked ethereal, how come you never viewed him that way? You’re surprised all over again.

But his question did wonders to you, the tiny little voice in the back of your head telling yourself you wanted to impress him and nobody else. The tension was getting unbearable at this point but the two of you still continued to play this game for some reason. Felix’s hand didn’t help you either, his touch only making more heat pool between your legs.

“Y-you..” you began but swallowed the lump in your throat first “you know what kind… y-you’re not dumb Felix..” you said, almost whispering the words but Felix heard you perfectly. he couldn’t help but bite his lower lip at your statement, feeling his jeans getting tighter and tighter the longer you tease each other. He decided to take one more glance at you before continuing to drive but hissed the second he looked at your figure.

You looked completely fucked out and he did absolutely nothing. looking so hot at him with half lidded eyes , as if they beg him to touch you. Your legs slightly open, you’re literally inviting his hand to slip into your dress, he only imagined how drenched you were already, thinking about how sensitive you are if you’re reacting like that just from these small gestures. he swears he never saw you like that not even last time, although you looked so nervous it was almost cute. he felt like he couldn’t concentrate driving, he needed to give you his full attention right now, fuck the party.

You felt a bit impatient from his lack of response, did you go too far? Before you even began to think of a million reasons why you did cross the line, Felix pulled over to the nearest emptiest place to park the car. Oh boy , here you thought to yourself.. with all that’s happened you really don’t know what to expect next but tried to compose yourself either way.

“Oh so now you’re not answering?” You saw the instant tick in his jaw the second you asked confidently and fully finished parking the car, his hand never leaving your thigh now squeezing it a bit harder, making you gasp once again , he leaned fully in his seat now giving you this downright dark look as he observed your figure.

He cleared his throat and scooted closer, you held your breath again and stayed glued to your seat not moving an inch “so you wanted someone to fuck your brains out don’t you ? Don’t be shy Y/n you can say exactly these words, no need to go all the way around” his other free hand came in contact with your chin, holding it with his fingertips so you’d look him straight in the eyes.

Then there was silence, you couldn’t even speak. You couldn’t even get a word out from the way he affected you so much, you’re not thinking straight and afraid you’ll blurt out something you shouldn’t say. So you just sat there and breathed heavily, the only sound in the car was both of your hot breaths fanning each others faces. Felix waited for your response but gets no comment back, slowly a smirk crept up on his face and he licked his lips in a way that almost had you whimpering over nothing.

“I get it Y/n, it’s totally normal…” but something about the way he said that didn’t feel right, instead you felt him getting even closer until you could feel his full lips right next to your ear whispering lowly “but don’t forget who made you a dumb soaking whiny mess over my thigh, sweetheart”.

Your heart should not have sped up. Your fingers should not have tightened against the seatbelt . You should not have pressed your thighs against each other with his hand in between . You should not have had your throat dried up at his very words. But it did and you are staring at Lee Felix in an angle you had never seen him.

And the barriers have been broken, you couldn’t deny it anymore, you absolutely wanted him right now in this damn car.

Before Felix could even react you placed your hands on his broad shoulders taking him by surprise and smashing your lips against his. Not many moments after took Felix to return the favour, his lips danced perfectly agains yours like it was always bound to be placed there. The kiss was messy and both of you panted into each others mouths, Feeling Felix’s hand now on your hip pulling you closer, gripping you so hard with his fingers you swear he could leave a mark but you don’t care at this point.

You broke the kiss to breath air from lack of oxygen, you both continued to stare at each other with heady desire as he looked once again at your abused lips, he couldn’t get enough of you.

His mouth claims yours once more, and where the connection between you had grown quiet with intensity, it now gains the thrilling hunger that overtook them earlier, reminding you the battle of dominance in the heated kiss a month ago. You can barely breathe as he squeezes your thigh with his other hand for the tenth time today that slowly crawls higher and higher to the hem of your tight dress, reminder of the possessiveness that runs into every word, every touch.. you couldn’t help but whimper against him.

He took this opportunity and slipped his tongue to collide with yours, groaning deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him even closer, you deepen the kiss, lust and want slowly washing you both and consuming your mind. Felix then nibbled and licked on your bottom lip tugging it gently, you let out a small moan and Felix felt satisfied from your reaction ignoring the aching of his cock.

He pulled away looking once again on your swollen puffy lips, cheeks flush as you looked at him and whispered. “Felix. I need more”. You managed to press your thighs even harder for some friction with his hand in between.

At that moment Felix snapped, you didn’t know he had that strength in him to just rip the seatbelt off you and lift you up by placing his hands on your ass. He cupped under it and made you straddle him in his seat, flashbacks from the last encounter of this event flashing through your memories. Your dress rides up so high it doesn’t do a good job at covering your bottom half, Felix hisses under you at the blissful sight, feeling his very prominent bulge.

“look at you, my little princess… just as needy as last time” his voice practically dripped with honey, his hand making its way straight to wrap around your throat gently, pulling you down to connect your lips again.

“Fuck” Felix cursed between wet kisses “look at you, with that tiny dress.. you did this to me on purpose didn’t you?” He added a bit pressure on your neck and you couldn’t contain the moan that slipped out of your mouth, turned on like you’ve never been before.

He noticed you liked his gestures and smirked “you like that don’t you? Having my fingers pressing on your pretty throat?” He observed you up close and his eyes were hypnotising, the way he looked at you, intimidating and so far from the sunshine you know on a daily basis. He lets go of your neck and continues to intertwine his fingers with your hair strands, pulling on them to keep you in place. You wanted to say something, do something, anything! But you felt like Felix controlled your every movement and you missed the way he did that so much, you didn’t do anything but listen to him.

“Couldn’t even sit a few minutes without thinking about my cock in you, are you that desperate for my fucking dick baby?” You furrowed your brows and bit your lips, your hands now moving on their own to keep you steady on his shoulder, you nodded almost instantly when he asked you that and he tsked, not satisfied from your answer.

“Speak up, doll. Use your pretty words like you did last time, be a good girl” he almost purred and it took you all your will not to start grinding against his length. Your hand slid down from his shoulder and onto his firm chest rubbing it up and down , you looked at him with your pleading glossy eyes and Felix swears he could come bust in his pants right now.

“Y-yes, yes! I’m desperate for your cock Felix..” you decided to take it up a notch since he wouldn’t do anything and show him exactly how desperate you are. Starting by grinding your hips all over his clothed bulge, earning a groan from him, his hands came flying onto your hips and gripped you hard. Taking onto your obvious hint he thrusted his hips up to meet yours, making you weak to your knees as you threw your head back and moaned loudly.

You felt like you were burning from desire and so sensitive, you can’t remember the last time you felt that way.

“My baby is so responsive huh?” He ground his hips once more and held you so you wouldn’t move, locking you in place.

“Too bad you’re not calling the shots here” another whine escaped your lips, clearly frustrated and wanting to feel him, his words affecting you wondering just how wet you are. seeing him taking every bit of control makes you even weaker, wanting to submit fully than you already are, do everything he says.

Leaning in, he noses at your jaw, his breath hot on your neck. His free hand draws the straps of your dress down your shoulders. It pools at your waist, revealing the laced bra covering your tits. “What’s wrong, kitten? Has nobody fucked you right since I left?”.

He began kissing and licking at your neck, making you grab on his hair and tug on the locks gently as you close your eyes and moan from the sensation, you were super sensitive and it made you let out shaky breaths making Felix smirk against you boosting his ego.

“I’ll take that as a yes then” he rasped and kissed down your jaw giving attention now to your breasts, two hands holding them and kneading them.

“I couldn’t make myself cum after you left..” you whimpered out just enough for him to hear and something within him triggered.

A low growl reverberates deep from Felix’s chest in response. Between licking and teasing your nipples through your bra and the next he’s tugging up your dress with rough hands you have fucking missed, the flimsy lace of your panties gone in one go almost ripping clean from your hips that makes lewd excitement surge throughout you, getting them off you so quickly. Thick fingers brush over the swollen lips of your pussy, the sweetest torture you have experienced, and when he parts you to find the slick arousal your game has drawn, Felix’s low groan reflects that shared affliction.

“Fucking drenched for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough as gravel. His free hand digs into the flesh of your thigh, keeping you open for him. “I’ve missed this pretty, little cunt too princess. so fucking receptive.” Two fingers tease the opening of your pussy, and just as your body fell victim to his words, your cunt instinctively clenches in response. Felix chuckles, pulling back to drink you in wickedly, his words making you warm inside.

His gaze is burning, alight. He curls his fingers to begin working you, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.” The moment you feel his fingers without any further warning is making you loose your damn mind, it takes you all your will not to cum right there on the spot, the stretch feeling amazing.

“Yours…” you barely speak as he continues his slow pace of his fingers knuckles deep inside you, working you up so deliciously.

His pace was torturous and you needed more of him “hm? What love? I didn’t quite catch that. Speak properly or… you can’t do that either? Your little body can’t handle it so you lost your words?” He cooed, he never thought he could see you in such a sight , so beautiful and the way you react to him, makes him loose his mind.

His words sending more tingles down your core continuing to drip down his fingers, you were close to your sweet release than you’ve ever been before, feeling complete bliss washing your body and ignoring his question, forgetting about everything that surrounds you. You forgot that you’re in this damn car in the middle of who knows where, on top of your best friend and his fingers deep inside you. The thought excited you even more and the look Felix gave you, his intense gaze made you even hotter.

Felix felt you clenching repeatedly over his fingers knowing what’s about to come, just as you were about to reach your high he stopped his movements completely.

You trembled with desire for him, your legs shaking as your orgasm has been taken away from you, tears of frustrations pouring down your face.

“W-why” you sobbed , you don’t care how pathetically desperate you look but on the other side you never wanted this moment to end , the position you’re in right now had you literally crying from pleasure.

“I asked you a question and you never answered angel, bad girls don’t get to cum do they now?” He groaned as he pulled his fingers away, sucking them and lapping on your juices, moaning at the taste of you.

You clenched at the sudden emptiness and at the sight of him licking his fingers “such a shame, you taste so fucking good”.

“Felix please.. I’ll be good I promise” you slid your hand down, touching his clothed prominent bulge over his jeans, making him hiss at the contact. He was quick to grab your hand and with his free one to once again pull onto your hair, his hot breath against your ear “didn’t you learn you how to behave last time? Need me to refresh your memory?” You nodded immediately and that made him chuckle darkly, his deep laugh didn’t help you as also the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you.

“Get in the backseat, Y/n” he ordered and you complied, not wasting any second giving him the full view of your ass, making him twitch in excitement in his jeans.

Once you’re both in the back, he fumbles with his belt, pulls the zipper down and finally freeing his hard cock out , the tip leaking with pre-cum making your mouth water.

“If you want to make it up to me..” he reached to caress your puffy lips with his thumb “then let your pretty mouth prove just how much you want me” without any hesitation you let his thumb enter your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, making Felix groan in return.

He pulled away and smeared his wet thumb on over your lips before leaning back and signalling you to lean further, holding his erection.

What a fucking sight. You slowly reached out for his length, Felix felt smooth as fuck under your touch. You grabbed him gently and took him in your mouth while fluttering your eye slashes at him.

"Just like that. You're so pretty with your mouth full of me. Just the way it's supposed to be."

His goddamn words… You didn’t know what it was about them that turned you on this much, pushing you to an utter state of enthusiasm.

"Harder, Princess. Suck me harder." He grabbed you by your hair making it into a ponytail and guided you through, You hollowed your cheeks to provide him with harder suction while working your tongue, which caused Felix to let out husky grunts for you.

He breathes deeply as you bob your head in slow motions, taking him deeper each time until you gag. His grip on your hair tightens, his face twisted in pleasure, his eyes dark and wild.

You pull back with a ‘pop’ sound and swirl your tongue over his angry tip focusing on it, making him moan in response and you swear that’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard, pushing you further to please him.

“F-fuck y/n…” he grunts between breaths “how are you this good with you mouth baby? I won’t last..” he threw his head back and his Adams apple bobbed as he gulped.

You smiled a little at his reaction feeling satisfied with yourself.

“You really are a good girl.” He groaned at the sight of you with his dick in your mouth, eyes glossy and you moaned back in response sending vibrations and further pleasure. so you took more of his dick, trying not to get lost in all the warm feelings springing up from your chest.

you started to bob your head up and down while moving your tongue, letting it lick and touch his dick, which kept him moaning and grunting your name.

“Oh my God, yes,” was about the best he could do when you started sucking. He seemed in loss of words just like you are but felt pride bubbling up your chest on the way you make him feel.

You pull away once again to breathe and looked up at him while you work him with your hand “am I doing good for you, Lixie?” You asked in such a way Felix felt he’s going to cum right here on your hand, his jaw clenched.

He released the grip on your hair and pulled your leg now that you straddled him, once again putting you on top of him and changing positions, your core just mere inches from his hard cock.

No words needed to be said as you both knew what you wanted, both feel the same need and desire for each other as he pulled you down for another passionate kiss, tasting each other. It was messier than before and got your head spinning and him aching for you.

He tapped his tip against you clit making you moan in response “I need you inside me right now Felix, I can’t take it anymore please ” you were begging him at this point but you didn’t care as you wanted to feel your sweet sweet release against him.

It was like music to his ears “is that right baby? Come on then, sit on my dick show just how much you want me..” he said lowly and kissed your lips one more time before letting you slide down slowly on his length.

You threw your head back at the newfound stretch, a moan ripping out of you as you steady yourself on him, Felix’s hands found their way on your ass helping you with each movement, breathing on each other faces.

“That’s it Princess, ride me just like that” he almost whispers at this point, both of you lost in pleasure “just as tight as I remember, and so fucking wet..” he guided, leaving trails of kissed down your neck making your knees weak.

His words instantly shoot right down to your core and Felix feels his sentence has caused just the right reaction out of you by the way your walls clench around his cock.

“I wanted this for such a long time, Felix please.. don’t make me stop this time” you whined and started moving faster against him, making his dick twitch inside you, loving the way you beg.

“I won’t baby, I promise. loose yourself on my fucking cock, I dare you to make a mess all over it” he demanded it at this point and you don’t complain, picking up your pace until you’re practically bouncing on him, feeling the car move with each action but the both of you could care less.

Both moaning, breathing heavily and sweating. His thumb reached for your clit and circled it with just the right amount of pressure making you loose it, Felix groaning at the process.

He felt you clenching on him so hard , you kept moaning his name over and over again and knew you were close.

“Keep moaning my name baby, I want you to cream around my cock when you do so” he gripped your chin, faces inches from each other “look me in the eyes , sweetheart” he nibbled on you bottom lip tugging and sucking on it, the the speed of his thumb on your clit increases.

“Oh god, Felix!” It doesn’t take him long to get you to do just that, hips chasing after Felix’s, meeting his every thrust. “Shit, so fucking tight, pretty, so tight,” he grunts at you when your walls flutter around him, making you see absolute starts, orgasm finally hitting you like a truck. At this point he thrusts his hips up helping you with your movements and helping you through your high.

Feeling your walls spasm around him makes him moan out for you as well, you know he’s close by the way he thrusts sloppily and throwing his head back exposing his neck for you , so you take this opportunity even when you’re still on cloud 9.

“You’re so fucking good,” you say, resting the side of your face against his, placing soft kisses on his jaw. “Fuck me so well…”

You reach out for his earlobe and suck on it gently, roaming your hands over his chest and practically purr in his ear “give it to me lixie, I want you to fill me up so badly, please…”.

That’s all it takes for Felix to cum while inside of you and reach his high, pumping himself “F-fuck yes” he had a death grip on your hips halting his movements and reaching to the brim. You both panted heavily against each other, the two of you stayed close as you came down from your highs, not wanting to part from each other.

You placed your forehead against his, processing what the fuck just happened, you both smiled sweetly at each other.

“How you feeling?” He asked deeply and you giggled in response, moving your hand to cup his cheek and caress it with your thumb.

“I’m feeling pretty amazing to be honest” you answer and you see playful amusement glint in his eyes “is that so y/n?” He reached out for you lips but kissed you gently this time, savouring the sweet moment.

After that, you looked into each others eyes but he spoke once again “would you maybe.. want to go out, for real this time?” Suddenly loosing his voice, feeling a bit hesitant.

You thought it was cute and far more different than the Felix you saw a few minutes ago, there goes the duality of your ball of sunshine.

“Lixie, I would want nothing more than to go out with you” you reassured him and held his hand, making him feel warm as you kept kissing, wanting it to last forever.

It made you laugh a bit about the situation, because usually you go out on dates and then fuck, not the other way around.

But, you guess with Felix a lot of things just worked different and It was more than okay with you.

A call suddenly interrupted you from your session, the car media letting you know the name “Han” that was written across the screen, letting you both forget completely about the party.

You burst out in a fit of laughter and collapsed on top of Felix, he joined you as well “how am I supposed to go to that party looking like that??” You were very aware of your appearance and Felix had a smug smile on his face.

“Show the whole world you’re mine, princess”.

#lixhours.skz #IT’S FINALLY HERE #I’m nervous y’all #my first time writing a fic after a while #idk how to feel about this one #but I hope you’ll enjoy 😭#skz smut #stray kids smut #lee felix smut #felix smut #dom felix #lee felix #help me out(pt.2)#i’m a hoe for felix #lee felix oneshot

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A Special Bouquet 💐 Part 3

Warnings: SMUT- fingering, Hair pulling, a little bit of degradation?

word count: 2254

A/N: Yall got part 2 to like almost 40 likes so here you go yall crazy ferals, your mean Jenna 🙄

Jenna and you had started dating not too long after the whole- “incident” and y’all actually got along pretty well, Jenna was always- always offering to help you after she was doing whatever she needed to do for the day. Yet, you always tried to talk her out of helping you but Jenna was stubborn- you learned that pretty quickly. Though even though you always told her she didn’t need to help you out she always did, it could’ve been the smallest thing and she would help you with it.

Since you and Jenna started dating your shop seemed to always be crowded, Jenna suggested buying a bigger place for the shop but you refused to move, you loved the small and cozy feeling of it- plus you had saved up for all by yourself, way before Jenna. It was a special place for you, Jenna as well but she just helped out so she had an excuse to be with you. You always thought it was a bit stupid of her to come during your work hours but she didn’t seem to care, just dropping in whenever she could.

Today was like one of those days, you were helping a few people pick flowers out, making sure they didn’t pick the wrong ones for their occasions. It was draining to say the least- you usually only had desperate husbands and older folks coming in and they were pretty easy to handle, but now your spectrum was much wider. Young teens, married couples, or couples who were planning their wedding, you name it they came to your shop. As you were finishing up with a few guys after they had finally decided on what to get their girlfriends you waved them bye- as they walked out the door, Jenna walked in.

“Jennaaaa…” you chuckled softly “What?” She gave you a small smirk as she walked behind the counter giving you a light kiss on your forehead “I thought I might as well stop by, I was close by.” You rolled your eyes at her with a small smile “You were literally not even a block down today…” “My point exactly.” She retorted, you scoffed at her snappy attitude “Geez you’re a bit rude today aren’t you?” You tilted your head to the side at her, returning her smirk. Jenna snickered softly, nodding her head with a small smile. “I just missed you, now you’re making me feel bad for loving you.” “Jenna quit it…!” You giggled softly as you shoved her back lightly, she took a dramatic gasp “After all I’ve done!”

She threw her hands up acting extremely offended, you just laughed at her as you rolled your eyes yet again. “Now go home will you? I’ve got this, it’s only 30 minutes before I close up.” Jenna had a bit of a worried look as she sighed “Are you absolutely sure Y/N?” You scoff at her, crossing your arms. “I did this for 5 years before you walked in, im sure I can manage what I started.”

She didn’t respond for a few moments before she let her head hang. “Fine, but if you’re absolutely exhausted when you get home, remember that it’s not my fault.” “Yeah yeah, now shoo!” You giggle as you walk her to the door “I’m going I’m going!” She chuckled before turning her head to give you a quick kiss on your lips, then she finally walked out and waved you bye as she hopped in her car. You waved her bye as well, watching her drive off, then you walked back in to clean up and do whatever you usually needed to do before leaving for the day.

You finally locked up the shop for the day, sighing deeply, in the last 5 minutes of your open hours a large group of women walked in, and of course, they were looking for flowers for a friend’s proposal. You were absolutely exhausted, like Jenna had told you you would be. You walked to your car as you got in taking another deep breath, pulling out your phone and pulling up your texts with Jenna- sending a message to her:

Y/N💕: Just got done, be there in a few sorry

as you sent down your phone you started up the car, not even a minute later you begin to drive to your shared apartment with Jenna.

About 4-5 minutes later you pull into the front of the building, pulling your key out of the car and parking it. You stepped out of the car, closing the door behind you and stepping into the building, making your way to the elevator and pressing the 7th floor. Once you heard the ding of the elevator you stepped out and walked to the front door of you and Jenna always walked through, you unlocked the door as gently as you could trying not to make any loud noises just in cause Jenna was asleep. You walked in and closed the door behind you, locking it again as you took off your shoes and set down all of your stuff.

Jenna immediately perked up from her stop on the couch, smiling at you and getting up and walking over to you, though usually- you loved being greeted like this by her you held your hands out in front of your body, keeping your distance from her body. Jenna looked at you with a puzzled expression “Baby? Are you okay?” The obvious worry was easy to hear in her voice was she spoke. “I just- need to go lay down…” you sigh as you tried to talk to the bedroom but Jenna gently grabbed your wrist stopping you “Y/N- did something happen?”

You were already ready to snap- you really, really didn’t want to yell at her but you couldn’t hold in your frustration anymore “NO! NOTHING HAPPENED OKAY?!” You snap at her harshly, though Jenna didn’t budge “You should’ve let me stay and help you…” “I DONT NEED YOUR HELP WITH THE SHOP ALRIGHT? YOU DONT NEED TO WATCH OVER ME LIKE IM A LITTLE KID!” You hiss at her, your words hurt her a lot- but she could tell you were just stressed from the day.

Jenna’s brows furrowed at your harsh done, her grip tightened around your wrist “So that’s how you’re gonna talk to me? After what I’ve helped you with? You’re just gonna treat me like I’ve been doing the wrong thing this whole time, I thought I was being a good girlfriend to you.” She scoffed “I never said you weren’t Jen-“ Before you could even finish your sentence her other hand had grabbed your hair, wrapping around her fist as she tugged it sharply making you wince “Shut up. If you want a bad girlfriend then fine, I’ll be a bad girlfriend.” She muttered at you in a Husky voice, your eyes widening at her sudden aggression.

She walked you to the kitchen counter as you were stumbling backwards, she turned your back to face her as she shoved you down on it, making you groan in frustration “Jenna quit it-“ “I told you to SHUT UP, are you fucking deaf?” You flinch back from her words, you want to apologize for how you yelled at her but you felt one of her hands on the back of your left thigh, the other still holding your hair tightly.

She didn’t say a word as her hand worked it’s way across each of your thighs, a soft whimper escaped your lips as you felt her soft skin touching yours. “J-Jenna wait please-“ Her hand pulled your hair a bit making your head lean back, a groan escaping. “I don’t care if you’re not ready now, you’re gonna have to deal with me now- whether you like it or not.” She almost growled the words at you, a tingle being shot up your body. Her hand continued to work across your thighs before you felt her lifting your skirt a bit- you hadn’t had time to change when you got home since you had yelled at her, now you regretted opening your mouth even more.

Her fingers gently glided across your thong as you almost immediately let out a soft moan “Geez your acting like you’ve never felt something like that…” She scoffed in a teasing manner “I haven’t, I never do anything sexual to myself- or other people for that matter….” You grumble, trying to ignore the fact that her single touch had already made you feel sopping wet. “Well I’ll tell you one thing, in the future I’ll be a lot gentler- but today I could care less how much you don’t want it.” She let her fingers run up against you again as you whimpered softly, your body eager but your mind wanting anything but what she was about to do to you- as you, were of course expecting the worst.

She pushes your thong to the side and before you can get a word out she presses her finger up against your clit, and just like that you let out a deep and desperate moan- your legs shaking. Jenna only chuckled as you were trying your best to keep from seeming like a complete- slut… her finger started to rub your clit as it ached for any sense of pleasure it could get, you continued to let a few moans slip out as Jenna continued to tease you. “You like that huh?” She softly whispered, you immediately nodded your head at her question, your body being lost in complete and utter pleasure.

“Do you want me to go further…?” You let out whined of desperation as you nodded again, without even giving you a second to prepare yourself she moved her hand to your entrance and slid a finger in. Your body shivered at the sensation as your legs shook, you wanted to hide your red face from her but she still had your hair in her grip. Your stomach felt like it was in a knot as you groaned softly, the years of refusing to experience this type of pleasure made it feel like every single little touch was the best thing to ever happen to you.

Jenna sighed softly at the sight of you, feeling your muscles tightening around her finger, she gently leaned her body on top of your back as she exhaled against your neck causing you to shiver. “You’re gonna love every second of this….” She sighed in a hushed voice, her lips pressing against your neck as she kissed you gently, her tongue circling the kiss as she chuckled softly pushing her finger farther into you. You took a shaky gasp of air, exhaling in- as much of a muted moan you could manage, biting your bottom lip as she kissed your neck again.

You felt her teeth digging into the skin on your neck, you whimpered softly as she held the bite for a little bit, obviously wanting to leave a mark. Once she felt like she had made a dark enough mark her teeth let go of your neck and she gently licked the marking to soothe the stinging pain you were feeling. She slowly started pumping her finger in and out of you, causing you to bite your lip harder in an attempt to keep yourself quiet.

“Where’d all those moans and whines I was hearing earlier go…?” Jenna questioned in a soft voice her mouth near your ear as she spoke, you whined softly in response, not wanting to give into her teases at all. Jenna frowned a little bit, taking your silence to be a challenge- as you were struggling to keep your shaking body until control you felt another finger or two slip in immediately causing you to let out a loud moan of pleasure, your hips leaned into her fingers, whining desperately.

Your mind was a fog of Pleasure and desperation, you wanted so much more of what little she was giving you, your body was aching for more. “p-please…” You mumble, Jenna perked up a bit at the sound of your slightly raspy voice “Please what? You’ve gotta specify what you want…” She chuckled “That’s kind of basic human knowledge-“ she snickered with a hint of teasing giggling hidden in her words “please…j-just give me more…I-I can’t take this…” you pant softly biting your lip after you finished your sentence, your hips still trying to find any sort of friction from her fingers. “You sure you want more?” Jenna questioned with a tilt of her head, you nodded your head frantically.

You were half expecting Jenna to continue but you felt her fingers slipping out of you, causing a soft groan to roll off of your tongue. “Well you’re gonna have to learn to take breaks if you want more of that.” She crossed her arms as you mustered up all of your strength to turn yourself around to look at her. “W-wait what…? You’re just gonna stop?!- just like that?” Your eyes were wide with surprise as you were looking up to Jenna’s cold doe like eyes. “Just like that.” She retorted to you, then she let a soft sigh out and walked to the shared bedroom of you two and locked the door behind her.

Leaving you at the counter, hair a mess, sweaty and dripping wet. You couldn’t even say anything you were so shocked, but maybe she had a point-

“HEY WAIT THATS NOT FAIR!-“

(part 4 isn’t ready yet so no like goal for this one 🫶)

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secretaccountlol · 2 years

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Mission accomplished.

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Hello! Y’all requested more sub!peter sooo.

Summary: You are pissed, pissed is an understatement, Peter did the mission without you.

CW: Dom!Reader x Sub!Peter, hair pulling, masochism, sadism, electric massager~, pussy eating, cum eating, Pet names (pretty boy, good boy) , Dom names (mistress and ma’am), degradation ,overstimulation, oh! And Typos <3

I’m going to kill him, is what you thought. You kicked open the door to his room, to see a frantic Peter.

“Oh.. hi sweetheart? Uhm..w-what’s up?” Your eyes narrowed at his sheepish smile. “You know what, Peter.” Your arms crossed, your feet tapped lightly. Your anger boils when you see him simply shrug his shoulders at your questions.

“You went on the mission, without me!”

“Oh.. that..”

“Yeah ‘oh that’” you mocked, “We are a fucking team remember? We’re all we fucking have! You can’t just shit behind my back, that’s not how this works!” You huffed, you were now towering over Peter as he stared at you, you watched as a knot formed in his throat, his eyes softened to pacify you.

“I-I’m sorr-“

“Don’t give a stupid apology you don’t mean, Pete!” Peter’s eyes drift away from yours, without thinking you grip his hair to pull his face up to face yours again, a moan slips through his lips before his face flushes.

“Did you just fuckin’ moan?” You searched his face for answers as he gnawed at his lip, “N-no of cour’ no-“ you tug his hair again, you watch as his eyes close in delight as he groans.

“You’re a little masochist aren’t ya, Pete?” You whisper in delight, you smile as you watch him try to hide his excitement. “N-no! That’s not what..”

“Then what is it? Hm?” Peter was silent, “What? Can’t speak now?” You tug on his hair softly, his only reply pathetic whimper.

“Well Peter, I think you should be punished for what you did today.”

“Punished?”

“Mmhm, do you want that? To be punished?”

“..yes”

“You’re gonna do what I say then, everything I say, Pete.”

Peter nodded, his doe eyes made you warm.

“If you really don’t want to do something or want to stop, say ‘pineapple’ okay?” You gripped his chin to make sure his eyes stayed trained on yours as he nodded once more.

“I need verbal communication, baby boy”

“Y-yes I understand”

“Good boy! On the bed, now.”

Peter’s jittery movements made you want to fuck him right on the spot you bit your lip as you observed him quickly sit on the bed, waiting for his next orders like a dog.

“Strip.”

Peter’s movements are slow, eyeing to see if you’d do the same as you took a seat in the chair he was previously occupying. “A-are you going to-?”

“I don’t question me, Parker. Do what you’re told.” You spit out, and watch as his cheeks flush, his pace speeding up. Soon he’s naked in front of you, twiddling his thumbs as he stares at the ground.

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already hard? God, you’re pathetic, y’know?”

“I bet you’ve had a hard-on since I started yelling at you, hm?”

“I-I’m not!”

“N-no..t not true.”

“Peter, don’t lie to me.”

Peter’s lips are pressed into a thin line, “Mm, that’s what I thought. Open your legs for me, Pete.”

“Yes, mis-“ The words caught in Peter’s throat, his eyes wide as they stared like he’d been caught.

“It’s okay if ya wanna call me mistress or ma’am, Pete. I don’t mind.”

“Y-yes mistress.” As his legs opened his cock bounced up and tapped his stomach, red and leaking already.

You sit up, sauntering over to him, “Do you want me to touch you?” Your hands ghost over his thighs, making him jump slightly, you chuckle at how sensitive he is.

“Yes.. please. “

“Oh, and he has manners” your hands trace up his thighs all the way to his cock, and your finger pushes down on the tip, Peter whines as his face scrunches. “So so so sensitive.” Your hands slide down his shaft, pumping slowly as you watch his face contorted in pleasure.

“God- that- mmhn!” Peter’s voice cracked, “Coming undone so soon?” His hips stuttered as your hands sped up. “Sh-shut up!” You mockingly gasp, slapping his thigh, hard, earning a hiss from him.

“Tell me to shut up again, I'll make sure you’ll regret it.”

You licked his ear as you spoke, pulling away once you felt him shiver. You hum as you feel his breath grow erratic as he tries to fuck himself faster into your hands. “ Such a fucking pervert, bet you’ve been dreaming of this moment,” Peter whines as you talk, lifting his hips to match your strokes, his knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets. “Please- fuck! Mm- I’m- hnn!”

“Your? Hm?”

“G-gonna c-cu..”

“You haven’t earned it yet, beg and I might let you cum.”

“Please! P-please! M-mistress! I ca-cant hold on much longer- plea-“ Peter’s breath hitched as his movements became sloppier, “I’m sososo..hhnn! I’m so clo-ose!!” Peter’s eyes shut tight as he attempted to speak more.

“Go on, cum.”

“T-tha-mm!Than-..yo-!” Peter’s body shakes before he can properly thank you, his cum comes up in thick ropes covering your hands and his stomach in long lines, he pants as he lays back, trying to catch his breath.

“You didn’t say thank you.” You frown, you stand before walking out the room, Peter can’t be bothered to lift his head, as you come back.

“M-mm s-sorr- for not thankin-ah!” Peter’s cock twitches as your hands stroke his dick slowly. “Pl-mm hold on, it's still sensitive.”

You say nothing as you turn on your secret weapon, Peter’s head perks up as he hears the buzz. “Y-your not-!” You smirk as you inch the massage head closer to his tip. “Lay back down.” You lightly press the vibe to his tip, he squeals his head thrown back.

“M-Mmis- ohh!” His hips pressed into the bed in a failed attempt to move away from the vibration.

“Aww is it too much for you?” You cooed, you pressed the vibe harder into his tip, holding his shaft gingerly. His body tries to jerk away but you keep him trapped with your hands. “Mm-Mhn! Ah-! T-too much..!“ his whines made you turn up the vibration, his breath became shallow as you watch him drift,

“S-ahh..ngh.”

“What’s wrong? Can't take it?”

You snatch the vibe away, Peter’s guttural moans filled the air as he cums, his hands grip the sheets as his whole body spasms. His arms shield his face as he tries to gain his breath back, you take the downtime to get undressed by the time he sits up your naked.

“What? Never seen a girl naked before?”

“I- no! I- I have!” He stammered, “You're just very.. cute”, his hands running up your sides, “Flattering me will get you nowhere, spider..hands to your side.”

“It’s n-not..I’m..not!” his hands squeeze you before resting them by his side, “I-I mean it…”

You smile before climbing on his lap, “Be a darling and help me line myself up with your dick.”

“Y-yes ma’am..” his shaky hands held his dick as his face turned red, you could tell he wanted to touch you again, but couldn’t find the words to ask as you slowly inched down onto his cock.

“Ooh..you’re so big, Pete” you close your eyes as you attempt to lift up again, Peter whines as you move, his hands hovering above your hips. “Mistress!Pleaseplease can I t-touch you! Please!” Peter’s pleading sent dopamine to your brain.

“Mm, S-since, fuck.. you asked so nicely” Peter’s hands grip your hips, hard. As you picked up speed, soon the room was filled with your panting and Peter’s moans.

“You f-fill me so well, Pete. God- I-I’m-“ your hips stuttered as that familiar pressure built in your stomach, “Ah-.. fuckfuckfuck..mm” your ass grinds down his cock as you inch closer.

“M-mi-m-! M-may I…I cum I-in you? please!” Peter babbles as his eyes closed, “Keep your eyes on me, pretty boy.” Your hands lay on his hands as his eyes hang low as they stare at you. “Yeah, t-there we are, g-good boy, ready to cum? H-hm?” Peter’s head nods rapidly, his eyebrows knit together trying to stay focused on your words. You rub your clit furiously as your head tilts back as you cum, “Mm- cum for me, Peter! Hhn-“ you hear Peter whine before sloppily thrusting into you, soon you’re filled with warmth as his semen pumps into you, you both pant catching your breath. You stand up letting his cock and cum fall out of you, before you start looking for your discarded clothes

“I-..can I eat you out?” Peter’s voice is a whisper, you look back at him as he rubs the back of his neck. “You literally just came in me, and you wanna eat me out?”

Peter’s face eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Uhm? Yeah?” His head cocks to the side, you chuckle.

“Who am I to stop you?” You climb back on the bed, laying on your back. His hands slid down your legs as you opened them. “Y-you’re..so gorgeous mm” Peter licks a long stride up your pussy, you shiver groaning. “Oh holy shit, Pete.” His mouth sucks on your clit before sliding through your folds, your hands grip his hair pushing him harder into your pussy.

“Dud-fuck..mm- wh-who knew…hol- sh-!” Your eyes closed as he motorboats your pussy, “Oh-!” His mouth sucks on your clit again as he adds two fingers in your hole, “Fuck! Yesyesyes! Holyshityouresogood-“ Peter groans as you tug tighter on his hair, his fingers pick up speed as you arch back. “Mm- good boy!Yesyes-right the-there..!!” Both of your hand's lace through his hair as you.

“Fuck- I-I’m..hngh..Peter don’t stop-!” You seize as you cum., giving his hair a final pull as he moans into you. He tongues your hole cleaning you out before he pulls away, his face messy pussy juice smeared all over his hands and mouth, makes you horny all over again.

“Did I do good?” Peter’s puppy dog eyes flashed you, you grinned. “You did more than good, c’mere.” You sit up as you pull him into a kiss.

“I-..uhm can we do this again sometime?”

“Oh? Do you really think this was a one-time thing? After that pussy eating you’re never getting away from me”

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mknae-jongho · 7 months

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drunk sex!

Masterlist!

dom!San x black girl sub!reader

Smut | MDNI |

| 2.3k words |

you and san went out with the other members, you, san & the boys been stressing from work and need some relief. But san wants more!

genre and warnings: degrading, dacryphilia, breeding, cowgirl riding, cursing, praising, choking, hair pulling, overstimulating, orgasm denial, pet names, spanking, slapping, spitting, toys, smut so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, sorry for any word mistakes🤭!

I put my phone down & got up to shower. 30 minutes later after my shower i went to my closet and grabbed san favorite tight dress and did my hair a makeup.

After i got ready i hear my phone ring, looked at the caller id it’s your mann san.

“Hello”

“hey baby. We had to wake mingi up cause he’ll be mad if he found out we went out without him but we’re outside baby.”

“haha, okay baby i’m comin i’m goin to grab my purse and i’ll be right out.”

“okay baby.”

I ended the call and grabbed my matching purse before leaving out.

Leaving the house, i entered the car and saw san and the members and a sleepy mingi.

“he’s still a little tired.” i hear hwa say

“yea cause somebody wanna force him out the bed.” wooyoung said looking at san

“shut up woo, hey sexy.” san said looking at you biting his lip

“yeah sexyyy.” wooyoung said and looked at san to see him already looking back at him.

“haha, i was just playing.” woo said with a scared laugh and sitting back.

“hey baby.” you said

“san are you gone start up the car or we just gon sit here all day.” hwa said

San started up the car and went to a private drinking spot him and the boys go.

Car seat order: Driver:San, Passenger:Jongho, Second row seat: You, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, last row seat: Wooyoung, yeosang, Mingi, Yunho.

15 minutes later you guys pulled up to the spot.

San got out the car to open the door for you and grabbed your hand. “Come on mi’lady.” san said making you giggle, “Thanks prince.”

All of you walked in the building to go get drinks and sit at a table. All the seats ran out so san pulled you onto his lap. “There you go sexy, hear have a drink.” san said as passing you a shot glass.

If haven’t even been five minutes yet and san, loud mouth wooyoung, and yunho are drunk.

“i mish my babhyy .” san said with messed up words and a whiny voice. “I’m right here san.” “you’re not mines, my girlfriend gon beat yo ass gettt off mee.” San started to push you. “San i’m your girl, we’ve been together for 3 1/2 years.” you said grabbing his hands to keep him from pushing you. “ 3 AND A HALF YEARS” san yelled. “ahhhhhh” wooyoung yelled and we all looked at him.

“What is the issue now??” seonghwa said. “yunho bittttt meeeee” wooyoung said whining.

San looked back at you, “ 3 years really omggggg wowwwww.” he said shocked

“yes baby now suck it up, you’re drunk you’ll remember sooner or later.” you said smiling

“you’re smile is so pretty.” san said pulling you closer. “i know baby you’ve told me plenty of times.

San then started making you bounce on his dick. “babe stoppp.”

“i’m hornyy y/n.” san said spanking your ass and squeezing it afterwards. San stared at you with an expression that makes you dripping wet.

“stop looking at me like that.”

“ Can y’all stop being nasty for once.” seonghwa said with a disgust face

“that’s not me it’s san.” you said laughing. “Don’t blame me, you look too good i can’t help it.” he said rolling his eyes.

30 mins later everybody was fucked up except for me and seonghwa, i mean somebody gotta make sure everyone get home safe. San got hornier each shot he drank. San took off his shirt and almost undid his pant but i stopped him.

“ Hwa i think it’s time to go home now before it gets outta hand.”

“yeah i’ll take hongjoong and the rest home their pretty wasted.”

I help san get up as he was wobbling everywhere, i put his arm over my shoulder and helped him to the car.

“Ima tell my girlfriend you’ve kidnapped me, let me gooooooo let me goooooooo.” san said make a remix of elsa.

“okay babe, just let me get you home.”

You put on his seat belt and closed the door. As you walked to the driver side of the car san was watching your every move looking at you up and down. As you got in he looked at you with a smirk on his face.

“whatt??”

“your my gf?”

“yes i’ve been telling you that for the longest.”

Looking at him he already staring at you before he began to speak.

You notice that’s you didn’t start driving yet so you put the car in drive and start driving.

5 mins later san started talking again.

“Baby do u’know that when you walk your ass jiggle.” he whispered into you ear wrapping an arm around your waist and started kissing and biting your neck leaving marks.

“yes baby now let me focus driving, we’re almost home you can have me then.” you said pushing him back on his side of the car.

“ughh fine.” he said rolling his eyes.

Arriving home you help san inside. “do you need water babe??” you asked

“i’m fine, once i’m done fucking you i’ll be back to normal.” after he said that he pushed you against the wall and started kissing you and grinding onto you .

“mhh san.” you said into the kiss

He then grabbed you by your neck and you gasped, slipping his tongue in.

“jump.”

You jumped, he stoped the kiss to remove your dress. After removing your dress leaving you naked, you suddenly felt on hard sting on your butt.

“No underwear, no bra.” he smacked your ass again harder this time. “what if the other members could’ve saw huh??” another smack landed on you .

“i’m sorry baby it’s just I’m not support to wear anything with this dress.”

“You’ve should’ve picked another one.” another smack landed make you whine in pain.

“sannie you told me to wear something sexy and i did but i didn’t kno-.”

“save it. before i go to the bedroom, i want you in there on the bed legs spread understand.”

quiet…

San gets closer to your face grabbing your jaw, “i said do you understand?”

“y-y-yes i un-understand.”

5 min later san came in with a blindfold & a belt, he sat the belt down onto the bed.

“sit up. now.”

you sat up as he put on the black lace blindfold.

You hear him walk to the closet and pull some out.

As he came closer to you you felt something cuff each ankle with your wrist on each arm.

As you hear a belt being picked up suddenly you felt a hard sting on your right ass cheek.

“oww fuck san.” you said with a whiny voice.

“aww, does it hurt my baby.” san said mimicking you.

You suddenly felt another hard sting, this time on your left butt cheek.

“sanniee please.” you said as you felt your eyes water

“count”

spank, “one”, spank, “two” spank , “owww three” as tears started pouring down your face.

5 minutes later he’s still goin you lost count.

Spank . after spank . after spank . “what number y/n.”

…

“WHAT NUMBER!!”

“sannie i don’t know please.”

Spank . “lost count?” … spank. “HUH?” spank. spank. spank. spank. he hear you sniffing and dragged you up by your hair. “cryin now huh.” he then throws you away a put you on all fours.

“Tell me what number we’re on before i start over.”

“san pls i don’t know.”

“Maybe i can make you remember. Start over from the top.”

“san pls i can’t take no more.”

spank.

“Start. NOW”

spank. “one” you said in a crying voice. spank. “two”. spank “three.” spank, “four”.-

San flips you back around onto your back and take off the blindfold and grab you by your jaw getting closer to your ear.

“it was 45 spanks in total y/n, since you forgot.”

he then slaps you across the face, not too hard but hard enough to feel the sting.

San then got out the bed and removed all his clothes, dick on rock hard that touches his belly button.

He then grabbed you by your thigh and drags you toward the edge of the bed.

He grab his dick and push it into you slowing only adding his tip before pulling back out.

“beg for it.”

…

“don’t make me repeat myself.”

“ss-sannie.”

“hmm? beg.”

“sannie please put it in. i need you now daddy please”

He put the tip in slowly before pulling back out still teasing you.

“SAN”

he slaps you across the face.

“don’t yell at me, now beg if you want more.”

“sannie please put it in me san, i need you now san please. i want to cum. i want to cum on your dick daddy ple- ahh oh my gosh, mhhhhhh”

He moves into you at a fast pace, “fuck baby girl, so fuckin tight. ahh fuckkkkk shit.” he tilts his head back mouth hung open.

“daddyyyy , fuck your so deep.”

San looked down to your stomach and see his bulge poking your stomach with each thrust. San uncuffs your hands and ankles and grabs your hand and placed it on your stomach where his bulge pokes at.

“feel that babygirl. that’s me deep in your stomach.”

“Yes i feel i- mhh it san ff-fuck san omg sss-ssooo d-deeppp.”

“Let’s test your flexibility baby.”

He then grabbed both of your legs placing them both on his shoulders leaning so far down that your thighs are touching your chest.

“AHHH FUCK SANN”

“open your mouth.”

you open your mouth and he spat in it and kissed up after covering your moans into his mouth.

He fixed his position so he can go deeper and nothing but moaning and grunts bouncing off the walls. He placed his head into your neck moaning in your ear setting something off inside you make you close to your climax.

“ Fuck i’m cumming san.”

After you said that he pulled out making your climax go away.

“whyyyy i was close.”

“not yet baby girl.”

he then started kissing down your body to he’s face to face to your pussy and start placing kisses on it make you shiver. He started licking your clit slowly making your legs shake after every lick.

“faster daddy please.”

After you said that he started licking at a animalistic pace before rubbing your slit with his fingers adding his middle finger then a second finger in and out at a pace matching his licking.

“ahh fuck. san you’re making me feel so good.”

“mhh” he growls against your pussy running chills up your spine.

“i’m close san please let me cum fuckkkk.”

“cum for me baby. cum into my mouth let me taste your sweetness. CUM BABY”

Something about his words set something loose inside of you as your legs began to shake harshly and you squirted making a mess everywhere, down your thigh onto the sheets and san face.

San keep eating you even tho you’ve came causing you to overstimulate. He sat up, pulls out his finger and spat on your clit before rubbing it hard and fast.

“ssssss- sa-sann ple- sstoppp” he just stared at you with his slit low eyes watching your face expression as he bit his bottom lip.

“sannnnn stoppp.” you hands went down trying to remove his hand but he used his free hand to grab your wrists and pinned them above your head, leaving you helpless and leaving you no other option but to take the overstimulating pleasure.

“Can’t handle it baby girl, you wanted to cum so bad i finally let you and now you cant even handle what the fuck i give you.” he said with a chuckle and he face expression changed to a serious angry face.

“san it’s tt-too mmh m-much please stop san.” tears began flowing down your face from all the pleasure.

you tried to slid up to get away from the pleasure but he drags you back down.

“where you going?? hmm?” san laughed before pulling away from your clit laying beside you grabbing your waist pulling you on top of him.

“ride me til i say stop.”

Laying down on his chest you felt him put the tip in sliding you down on it til all of him is inside of you.

“fuckk.” he moaned in your ear

“bounce on it”

you sat up and start bouncing hard making your titties jump as he held onto you waist. he loves when you ride him cause he feels so much pleasure.

“ahh. mhh. fuckkkk. shitt babygirl……. OHHHH FUCKK.” he tilted his head back from all the pleasure he felt and you bent down leaving dark hickeys on his neck.

“fuck i’m gonna cum baby. breed you so deep you’ll be full of my kids ff-FUCKKK!!!”

“i’m close sann FUCK oh my goshhhhh”

he held your waist tighter holding you still and he began thrusting into you at a fast pace chasing your high.

“OHHHHH FUCKK BABY” he moaned loudly cumming deep inside of you.

“mhh, ahh omg.” his pace slows down and you grind against him slowly riding out your high.

getting off of him, you lied beside him staring at each other before leaning in to a heated makeout.

you pulls away before it gets back outta hand.

“mhh” he chuckled. “let’s go shower okay.”

you nodded your head and got out the bed just to fall on the ground.

“hahahahaha” sam laughed loudly

“stop laughing and come help, it’s your fucking fault in the first place san.” you said crossing your arms.

“okay baby whew” his laugh calms down before getting out the bed walking towards you to pick you up bridle style to the bathroom helping you both go shower.

45 mins later…

you both got out the shower to get ready for bed. After getting done putting on your matching pj’s you guys brushed your teeth, san back hug you pulling you against him moved his hand towards your throat giving it a soft squeeze before tracing your hickeys.

after brushing your teeth bending down to spit the toothpaste out, your ass brushes against his dick getting him slightly hard again as he slaps your ass hard before grinding against you.

“stop san let’s go to sleep i’m tired”

“one more round won’t hurt now would it.” he said before turning you around facing him and started kissing your lips slipping his tongue in.

you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss as you felt his hands moving down to your ass giving it a slap and a hard squeeze.

“as much as i want your dick san. I’m really tired okay. let’s sleep san, i promise we can have morning sex in the morning okay.” giving him one last kiss before walking to bed you felt another hard slap on your ass turning around to look at him.

“really san, really.” you said tilting your head to the side with a straight face.

“i’m sorry baby it’s just so fat and juicy.” he said walking up to you with a seducing look on his face before slapping and rubbing your ass again and again.

“sleep san.” walking to bed before cutting off the lamp.

“i love you”

“i love you too now goodnight let me sleep” he let out a chuckle before saying, “okay.”

The next morning…

“fuck san i’m gonna cum” you moaned

“cum for me baby, cum all over my dick princess.”

after 30 seconds and hell was broke loose and moans and grunts was all that where heared.

30 mins later…

After you & san cleaned up yourselfs , you both walked down stairs to see unexpected guests leaving you shocked.

“hey g-guys how - when did you get here.

…

“umm,” seonghwa said.

“the door was already unlocked so…”

“we was here long enough to know that you both had a longggggggg nightttttt.” wooyoung said giggling as everyone else looked at him.

“what. what i do now.”

“nothing woo just hush your embarrassing y/n” seonghwa said pointing at you

woo looked a saw that your hiding in sans neck.

“ i mean it’s true, i really don’t know why she’s hiding she might as well get used to it, it ain’t the first time it happened haha”wooyoung said still laughing.

“shut up woo.” everyone said including you and san

“okay,” “it’s still true tho haha.” wooyoung said still laughing

“this is going to be a long & teasing day.” you whispered to san

“haha,” san chuckles

“next time i’ll make sure to lock the door okay.” he said before kissing you on your lips then forehead.

“okay.”

#ateez choi san smut #ateez #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez san #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #choi san #san smut #choi san smut #choi san scenarios #san x reader #san x you #san x y/n

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pyode-luar-ke · 1 year

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Could I request a fic with a reader who collects bones (or does some form of the taxidermy) (Personally I just pins bugs and make stuff out of bones)

I just think it would be a neat idea for a fic.

memento mori | gn!yautja x gn!reader

A/N: happy one-day-belated halloween!! 🎃🎃👻👻 this request had really good timing lol. very on-brand for the season. hope y’all had a good all hallows eve!! 👻🎃👹

i also think it’d be neat if a yautja were to ever come across a human who’s a taxidermist or otherwise has a morbid profession. i can’t remember exactly, but i’m fairly certain that yautja only collect skulls and spines, and just destroy the rest right? idk lolz, it’s my truth then

enjoy!

summary: comparing collections.

word count: 708

content: 18+, gn!reader, gn!yautja, no gendered pronouns, slice of life, established relationship, mention of blood/gore, mention of death

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They do not understand your affinity for your craft.

All the exoskeletons of insects and beetles, fragile animal bones, bird feathers, butterfly wings... They do not understand why you collect them, why you pin them, why you create dioramas with them, why you hang them on your walls and present them with pride.

It is strange, they think, that you marvel at items both dead and inconsequential. It'd be slightly different if you hunted the creatures you displayed, but you don't. You do not have the honor of the kill. Instead, you forage for the bones, feathers, and exoskeletons— You call yourself a collector.

Sometimes though, you have access to the corpse of some Earthen animal— usually small, often easy prey. With the pelt and an armature, you stuff the animal back into shape, as if you are Paya and grant it a form of second life. They will admit that those creations of yours, the taxidermy, are their favorite.

But they still simply do not understand.

Yautja collect the skulls. Sometimes the spine. They do not concern themselves with the lesser, weaker bones— tibias and fibulas, phalanges, ribs, femurs, ulnar and radius', humeri— not to mention easily breakable parts like feathers or insect wings. Those are unimportant pieces, parts of the body that have no meaning, no purpose to serve for harvesting.

Those parts are easily broken, destroyed, or lost. They get in the way and take up space. Yautja especially find no interest in colorful beetles, degradable feathers, or incredibly fragile insect wings. That would be foolish.

The th’syra is the only part that matters.

And sometimes the spine— But that is besides the point.

Yet they find themselves grateful for your craft. Your profession allows for you to be less... disagreeable with their way of life.

You are no stranger to blood, gore, and entrails— The sticky, oozy wetness of the insides of the body when they are fileted or disemboweled to the outside. Nor are you to the dead, or death itself. It is all as much a staple in your life as it is theirs. Should the Black Hunter visit you, they would even go as far as to presume you wouldn’t be afraid of him either.

When they brought you a th’syra for the first time— a sterling white ooman one— you hadn’t blanched or fainted or had some other too-ooman reaction. Instead, your eyes ignited with wonder and awe, and when they placed it in your strange, soft hands, you kissed its crown and said, “Thank you.”

That was when they knew you were their lifemate.

Yautja hunt. They kill and maim and take trophies and build their honor. The bones they take are sturdy, durable— The th’syra is symbolic of Paya. First and foremost, they are offerings to Her. To win many is to garner Her favor and success for future kv’var.

You collect. You create for aesthetic purposes. Your bones, feathers, and insects are meant to be reminders of what once was, morbid nostalgic memories of animals that have lost their living breath. You give the dead a new purpose. They pose, lifelike, on your walls or are pinned in clear boxes.

It is strange, they think.

They watch as you place a preserved butterfly on their trophy wall. It is pinned perfectly against the bamboo back of the shadow box. The butterfly is wholly intact and undamaged, as if you’ve simply frozen it in time.

It goes in the spot where they’ve designated it to go: Next to their kiande-lou-dte’kalei th’syra.

So strange, they think.

“Here.” You are smiling, your hand is outstretched to them. They look, and you are holding a small skeletal creation, made from miscellaneous bones and twine. Their mandibles click, and they take the gift from you, their claws scarcely brushing the soft flesh of your palm.

The strange bone gift is easily breakable, fragile, and inconsequential, but to them it has all the meaning in the universe. It is sacred, holy— You breathed new purpose like life into it.

You smile when they whicker, content. You flash all the teeth in your mouth, and they should feel challenged, but they are not. They are too happy to care.

They want to see more.

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yautja translations

Cetanu → The Black Hunter, Yautja death god kiande-lou-dte’kalei → Xenomorph queen kv’var → hunt/s ooman / oomani-di → human / human female Paya → Yautja creation goddess th’syra → skull/s

#the predator #predator #aliens vs predator #avp #yautja #yautja fanfic #predator x reader #predator x you #predator x human #yautja x reader #yautja x you #yautja x human #gn!yautja #gn!reader

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thesafecafe · 1 year

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Good Girl: Feb Filth Fest Day 4

CW + Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, pwp, fem! reader, sub! San, dom! reader, feminization, (baby girl, pretty girl, pillow princess), husband! San, CEO! reader, non idol au, San in a skirt, hand-job, edging, riding, begging, light degradation, (bitch, slut), public/semi public sex, unprotected sex, (wrap it up in these streets now y’all!), cum play (?). smut under the cut, enjoy! (yeah ik it’s late, shh). Disclaimer: I do not believe the members of Ateez would act like this in real life, nor is this meant to be a reflection/guide to their personalities. It is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes,

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“Shh, there, there, pretty girl. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us right?” San whimpered, struggling to stay quiet as your hand worked under his skirt. He had dressed to get your attention today, and he did, but not in the way he expected. He’d dressed in his favorite pink and white striped skirt, a black crop top with a mesh shirt, and black platforms. Your husband surely knew how to rile you up, which is how he ended up in a hall closet in the building you worked in.

You had edged him a good three times now, and he was more sensitive than he’d like to be, especially since it was cold. He hadn’t bothered to tell you he was coming, so he would have to wait to be in your warm, comfortable office. It would serve him right too. Showing up to your job looking like an absolute whore. “You’re so lucky, y’know? You’re lucky it was only Mindy in the office today, and you got off easy because she was sleeping. But just how many people saw you in this outfit before you got here, huh? I’ll bet all the security guards saw you prancing around like a slut when you came in.”

You sped up, bringing San close once more, only to deny him a fourth time. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, as he practically sobbed from being edged for so long. “Aww, what’s the matter baby girl?” You teased, resuming your agonizing pace on his shaft, your hand moving slowly up and down. “Please, mistress, please, ’m sorry. I’ll be good for you, I promise. I just wanted your attention. No one else’s. I promise.” San pleaded desperately. He looked at you, his eyes full of tears, lust, and sincerity. And how could you deny him when he begged you so sweetly? Speeding up your hand once more, you placed your other hand on the curve of his ass, squeezing it. “You wanna cum so bad huh? Then cum for me, pretty girl, show me how good I make you feel.” He cried out, his orgasm hitting him almost instantly. San swore he could see stars before he began to come down from his high.

When he finally calmed down, he realized what a mess he made. He’d gotten his mess all over your hand and wrist, and some of it was dripping down his thighs. He realized that you were spreading the milky white substance back onto his thighs, smearing it further down than his skirt could hide. When you were done, you straightened up, smiling at San’s confused face, your hand sliding back under his skirt. San hissed when you gripped him again, pulling him closer to you. “Let’s go sweetie. I can’t walk out with my hand showing, so it’ll have to stay where it is for now. Oh and keep your hands to yourself on the way.” San was still mildly confused, before realizing you were pulling him to the door. His cheeks turned red, and he almost moved your hand off of him before remembering your orders.

He watched as you peeked your head out, quickly surveying the hall, before pushing the door open, and gently pulling him behind you. San felt exposed in a way that was new to him, and he wasn’t shy by any means, but this was a new level of vulnerability. The angle you held him at was sure to get him hard again before you got to your office, and then he’d truly be exposed, as he didn’t bring underwear either. The thought made him blush more, and he almost stumbled before noticing that you weren’t in the quiet, dark hallway anymore. You had reached the main work floor, and had stopped to check where your intern was. The both of you sighed in relief when you spotted her asleep in her cubicle.

Seeing that the coast was clear, you jerked San quickly behind you once more. He scrambled to keep up with you, trying not to make any noise at the sudden movement. You finally reached your office, escorting San inside, and locking the door. You finally let go of him to close your curtains. When you turned back to your husband, still standing where you left him, you pushed him back onto your couch. “Hmm, what should I do with you first?” San watched with bated breath as you stepped out of your bottoms, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening folds. He wanted to taste you, it was clear. “Aww baby, you wanna eat me?” San nodded eagerly, tongue already out when you walked to him. You pushed his head down, allowing him to lick at your slit a few times before pulling him back up by his hair. “I think that can be arranged later.”

You pushed him down further onto the couch, until he laid down. Spreading his legs and flipping up his skirt, you sank yourself down onto his length, moaning at the stretch. Adjusting so you were fully on top of him, you began bouncing your hips on him, causing him to groan. “I’m going to fuck you until I feel like it, and you’re going to take it like the good little bitch you are, aren’t you? Take all of it, little pillow princess.” San threw his head back, your words almost enough to have him lose himself once again. He didn’t have any problem with your plans. He was your good girl after all.

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Tags: @minhyuuk, @hwalysm, @atinyszn, @hijeongguk, @mintmoose64, @k-drizzle, @treasure-hwa

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lxstfathier · 1 year

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Closer

Axe Woves x Reader

Summary: there’s nothing you crave more than having your own family with Axe, the love of your life. Luckily, he feels the same about you, so it’s time to start working on it.

Warnings: Oral (M! receiving), breeding kink, rough sex, choking, slapping, slight degradation, creampie, porn without plot.

A/N: i wanted to read some smut with Axe but literally no one is writing for him?? I mean, come on, he’s hot af??? And since i couldn’t find anything i had to do it myself lol. So, here it is, a small fic for y’all to enjoy <3. (And please, remember that English is not my first language, so there might be some errors).

“Someone’s eager today, huh?” Axe says, a huge smirk on his face as he sees you drop to your knees and start working on his belt and flight suit, freeing his cock in a matter of seconds.

He’s hard as a rock and already leaking precum, so you stroke it a few times before opening your mouth and licking his tip, enjoying the salty taste of it. That makes him groan, unable to control himself anymore, tangling one of his hands in your hair to push you down, forcing you to take him further.

You gag when his cock reaches the back of your throat, but he gently slaps your cheek a few times to stop you from doing it.

“Take it like a good girl” he speaks in a low voice, fighting the urge to fuck your mouth.

His words go straight to your cunt, making you feel even more horny and desperate, so you take one of your hands between your thighs, sliding your fingers on your wet folds and rubbing your clit, all while you start to bob your head up and down, taking his length the best you can as you look at him with big doe eyes.

“Such a needy little slut” Axe growls. “Touching yourself like a bitch in heat…What made you this desperate, hm?”

You know exactly what. You’re ovulating, and the only thing that you could think about since you woke up was him, his love, his attention, his rough hands all over your body, his thick veiny cock. And there was nothing that you craved more than his seed deep in your womb, claiming you as his forever.

That’s why you got all naked and ready as soon as you heard him come back home after a long mission. But you can’t tell him that, not when your mouth is full and you’re trying not to gag again.

Still, Axe expects an answer, so he yanks you by your hair, getting you off him and raising an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak.

“I need you to breed me” you whimper. “Please”

He smirks again and his brown eyes go black, filled with lust, as if that’s all he wanted to hear.

“Is that what you need? You should have told me sooner, cyar’ika, i’ve always wanted to ruin that perfect little body of yours”.

You both had been married for a couple of months, but you never brought up the subject of having a family of your own. You thought he didn’t want kids. You thought he was cool with just looking after Ragnar for a while. But now that you know that he actually wants to make it a clan of three, your arousal becomes unbearable, sending shivers down your spine.

Without wasting a second, Axe lifts you up and effortlessly throws you on the bed, keeping your legs open with his hands and positioning between them. Usually he eats you out first, but you awakened his primal side and the only thing he wants right then and there is to fuck you like a cheap whore until he cums inside.

So he slaps his cock against your clit a few times, your hips squirming at the sensation, and he finally slides in, stretching you open at the same time that he takes his right hand to your neck.

“Fuck” Axe breathes out. “So fucking tight. So fucking perfect for me”.

You let out a few cries. It was always a bit difficult to adjust to his big size, but once you get used to the feeling, Axe starts moving, thrusting slowly while squeezing your neck.

That’s until he can’t control himself anymore and his thrusts grow stronger, deeper and faster, using you like his own personal fleshlight, abusing your poor hole and hitting your cervix every time, letting out some pleasure filled grunts.

“M’gonna fill you up so good, cyar’ika. Pump you full of cum like the whore that you are, making sure you get knocked up”.

That’s enough to make your body tense and the knot in your stomach grow tighter. You orgasm is near, and you can almost feel it already.

“Fuck, Axe, i’m close” you whine, knowing that you can’t hold it any longer.

“Then go ahead baby, cum all over my fucking cock” he says, leaning in closer to kiss you passionately, his cold beskar chest plate scraping against your hard nipples.

It’s all too much. Your orgasm takes over your body, shaking and squirming in pure bliss under his weight, moaning into his mouth, your walls clenching hard around him. And axe can’t take it anymore, you feel way too good, so he gives a few more shallow thrusts and finds his own release, cumming deep inside you, flooding your womb with thick ropes of cum.

You both stay there afterwards, melted into each other, riding out your highs while sloppy kissing, too tired to move.

“Fuck” Axe says, braking the kiss, trying to catch his breath again. “You’re gonna look so beautiful carrying my child”.

You just smile at him, tracing his jaw with your fingertips, so in love with the brown eyed man who just made you see stars, knowing that he might not be the easiest one, but he’ll try to be the best father and husband of them all.

#axe woves x reader #axe woves smut #Star Wars smut

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talkingharrystyles · 2 years

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“Do you know the lengths that I go to to protect my kids from being seen by you?”

🌌 …… at this point, the more Olivia’s sociopathic behavior manifests, the more concerned people are for her kids. Harry, eh. Not doubt she resents him (she blames everyone but herself for her present situation), but he’ll take the proper measures needed to protect himself. In a way, he has subtly been doing so already.

Olivia, however, will be smearing his reputation to stay relevant: “I felt so degraded as a woman during that time. I fight for women to have a voice, yet mines was entirely silent”, “There’s a reason I left that relationship”, “It was like I was in a simulation. I had no control over my thoughts and actions. I was constantly doing what he wanted me to do.. Dress how he wanted me to dress like. Associate with who he wanted me to talk to. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. I became completely alienated from my identity. I had to leave for my well-being and the safety of my kids.”

These next years, especially when he marries, will be very VERY interesting to say the least.

For Olivia’s kids…. if a real custody battle was happening best believe that nonsense wouldn’t be how they claim it’s going (insert sarcasm). What kind of judge will endanger TWO kids by placing them in the unstable care of someone who’s mental health is a threaten to everyone, including herself?

Yes, some have been carelessly throwing around diagnosis, but plenty of psychologists have privately expressed concerns regarding the depths of Olivia’s mental status. Not all narcissists are sociopathic, but all sociopaths are narcissist. From narcissism springs entitlement, and from there sociopathic elements forms. Reading how she outright denies her own words, pure reality, and her disturbing behavior right now, y’all its immoral how her “ friends” and family are allowing her to make a fool of herself.

I don’t even care for Olivia, but will say it’s sad to see someone become an exploited corpse by trying to be something else in order to live with herself.

Want to know someone who goes to “lengths to protect their kids from being seen by you (paparazzi/public)”?

Sarah and Mitch.

Very interesting that we have yet to see ANY pap walks/ “fan sights” / blinds that is of their son. People do remember that he has been traveling with them during tour, right?

They do realize that Harry has been going to public places with them? He doesn’t exclusively hang out with only Doofy (Tommy), and Tom in cities. That’s all illusionary.

Odd no “fan” pictures of Harry and the three of them walking around and inside of certain places has yet to surface. Austin was a beautiful city and the weather was nice there. No Wonderspace blind? No stories of people seeing him and them at the nature parks just enjoying the fun in the sun? You know being Harry, the domesticated young man who enjoys the sense of a being apart of an unit.

Yet… ain’t no “fan” pictures have come out. Pretty sure there wasn’t a zombie apocalypse that eliminated the 996,147 people that lives in Austin and would easily recognized him. For those who believes the narrative of the “whorerry(?)” Austin 6th street is infamous for all types of hedonistic behavior. Not saying he was there; but if so why hasn’t he been pictured going into the bars? No Deuxmoi blinds/ CDAN tales of him drunkenly swinging from the lights before doing a keg stand at UTA parties?

Since he admitted to swimming there a lot… why hasn’t Barton springs and other public pools get a “my dad’s-sister-cousin- alien stepmother twice removed-dog-hamster raised from the dead-nanny saw Harry swimming here today🥹”?

Strange, too, there isn’t any footage of the baby jumping around, or watching his parents perform. I mean, his name has yet to be publicized even though venues crew have heard it and could share it publicly- yet they haven’t.

Oh right, it’s because REAL measures for people who REALLY desire privacy are always taken. Like I’ve always said, the 1 + 1 IS NOT adding to 2. Honestly even asking Siri to figure this out will have her saying, “its bullshit”.

Another PR tip I haven’t seen another discuss: the excessive cell phone usage. That has been a tool used to deliver instructions. Yes, it’s to appear “organic” and frankly because Harry doesn’t care to respond to Olivia’s panicky excitement rants when they staging a scene; in reality tv shows producers will text cast members what to say and do for the cameras. In the earlier 2000s, cast were always taped constantly looking at their phones. We knew it was text messages they were reading; we didn’t understand that it was messages from the tv’s producers instructing them what certain topics to discuss, to positon themselves in certain angles, or to re-discuss what they previously talked about as the noise from traffic conflicted with the audio.

Now the scenes of them checking their phones excessively can be edited out. But the cell phones are still being used as a conduit of communication.

Same with entertainers who pretends to be “organic” on their staged walks. 9/10 they’re being instructed by their publicists on what to do, and when the session is over. It is a JOB AFTERALL. They are playing CHARACTERS to ENTERTAIN PEOPLE.

I think it was either Whitney or Kristin of the Hills who exposed that years ago. Alot of you interested in PR will find more enlightening information from listening to them and other past reality figures regarding staged scenes (Whitney getting dressed up, going to the airport, greeting Lisa, as if she was going to Paris only to go home after the shot was filmed) tabloid culture, (DiVello using the press as free commercial), imagery (Kristin embracing the persona of a “villainous bitch” in exchange for hefty compensation, faux homes used *cough Los feliz, Erskine*, etc), and just overall basic pr.

Here’s an article to start with: https://www.mtv.com/news/865ay4/hills-anniversary-producer-roundtable

As I know some are predicting bloodshed, and death surrounding Anne’s birthday, all I have to say is, again, whatever you see is what THEY want you to see. You didn’t see Robin’s declining health. You were blocked from seeing them celebrate their final moments together. You didn’t see “leaked” videos of the funeral. You didn’t see Harry visiting Brian. You don’t see Des and Harry out together. You’ve never saw him celebrating Des birthday. You truly didn’t see Harry’s birthday. Just pieces of certain things flung together that created the idea of something. You didn’t even see his reaction when he got the news Sarah had delivered nor did paps/fans (you know the people who just happened to know where to find him on their own without being called) capture him meeting their son, watching him for the first time, or even buying him stuff.

You see what THEY want you to see that is wanted to believed to be true. Most of which is apart of his brand. Anne has shown no hesitation in participating in his PRs and business endeavors. She does want him to be famous/successful, after all. Thus, a “mama styles Holivia’s party” isn’t worth anything.

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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friends (3tan) (m) | myg

title: friends (the week, pt. 1) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: the week you get with yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call. warnings: cursing, tension, oc’s are introduced!!, oral (m rec), degradation, the amount of kiss scenes wow lol, power dynamics (cmnf), fingering, angst yeah i know, throat fucking, choking, rude yoongi :))), multiple orgasms, breast play, cum swallowing, the chains stay on😀😀😀, cunt slapping, sl*t/wh*re mentions, dirty talk, yoongi’s mouth in general, overthinking, doubt, head/hair pulling, body worship, praise, restraining via headboard a ha ha, this one is p angsty y’all😭 note: thank you to @sugakookitty for being an angel beta !! i know this was super last minute i am so so sorry. i owe you some tangerines! note 2: and here we are again. i hope you all like this installment, and i wanted to thank everyone for being so patient and supportive. it truly means so much to me! if you haven’t gotten around to three tangerines yet, i highly encourage you to read the series first since this is from the same universe :D it would make more sense! word count: 15.6k drop date: april 26th, 2022, 7:17pm est

“Long weekend, huh?”

On instinct, you nudge Taehyung with your shoulder, hearing him laugh into his tea straw while the both of you amble down a dilapidated sidewalk.

Despite its rugged form, the concrete path remains one of the cleaner ones in the city, hugging the longer side of an old shopping center filled with newer businesses.

It’s one you remember walking down many, many times.

“I said shut up,” you emptily huff. “I’m not telling you shit.”

“You don’t have to, dude. The way you look tells me everything.”

Afternoon traffic reaches your ears as you toss intrigue your friend’s way. “And what does that mean?”

“You outshine the sun right now.”

“Wow.” Taking a sip of your usual boba selection, you clear your throat to relieve yourself of the bits of embarrassment caught inside. “Shakespeare is quaking in his grave.”

Taehyung snorts. “Please. I’d run circles around that old man.”

“Wouldn’t doubt that. You’re both lame.”

“And you’re glowing but won’t spill. I dunno why you’re acting.”

“Huh?”

A fiendish smile slips between you before he replies, “I know you’re dying to talk about it.”

Fuck Kim Taehyung for being so right all the time.

Because screw it, you really are. So much happened between you and Yoongi that you’re almost bursting at the seams with giddiness. The only thing dampening your mood is the fact that you can’t possibly let this secret out, as much as you want to shout about it from the rooftops.

If you release whatever you have out in the world—even if just to one person—it may have a way of traveling a lot further than you planned. And with that comes certain risks.

Like the risk of your brother finding out.

However, the person wanting to know is Taehyung. And he already knows the juiciest part.

“Okay, fine,” you blurt, hiding your smile with another sip. “But not out here.”

Your annoying best friend slowly scans around the empty area with intention, his gaze landing on a patch of shrubbery next to his knees. “Right. I would hate for these bushes to know your dirty little secret.”

“Ugh! Just not in public. Let’s go to your place.”

“Ah… Let’s go to yours.”

Quirking a brow, you watch his steady features before relenting. The excitement to tell anyone outweighs your curiosity—for the time being, at least.

“Fine. But let’s get food first.”

“Oh my god, you’ve got it bad.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t rag on me for telling the truth!”

You roll your eyes as you take another bite of your takeout. “You weren’t supposed to be so judgy.”

“I’m not being judgy,” Taehyung laughs. “Just observant.”

“Well, either way. It’s not true.”

Even though his mouth is full, you can clearly tell he calls “bullshit” through black bean noodles and meat. Watching the television in front of you, you decide not to offer any replies, simply observing the drama switch to another scene with telltale heart-filled filters.

Admittedly, your vision seems to have that same effect.

Because you can’t fucking stop thinking about Yoongi and the week you get him to yourself.

You haven’t felt like this in ages, like your stomach can’t settle but your heart has it far worse—buzzing, tingling, fizzing all over. Thousands of butterflies occupy your chest, fluttering and beating so loud that they kept you up all of last night and carried you throughout your entire, otherwise shitty workday.

Fuck, you wanna see him.

“Like I said.”

Damn it.

“You got it bad.”

“Okay, okay,” you groan, setting your food down with a pout. “I may be into him a little bit.”

Taehyung looks so affronted that you laugh, cheeks a little tighter than usual.

At this, your friend regards you with scrunched brows and a grin, getting up from the floor to sit on the couch next to you. Cross legged and all. “Look at you! Okay, you’re hiding something. Spill.”

“I told you everything!”

“Liar.”

“I swear.”

“Get real.”

You start to vacate your seat when a large hand shoots up and grabs your wrist.

“Ah ah. Tell me, miss guilty. Whatever you’re hiding from me is huge.”

Plopping back down, you think about exactly what you want to say, knowing that you’re not giving that secret up. You divulged pretty much everything else that happened over the weekend: the way Yoongi came over, the way he took you back to his place, and everything that went down while you were there.

But there’s one thing you are not going to uncover.

And it’s safely hidden away in a jewelry box in your room.

“I know what it is.”

Cocking your head, you observe your friend with narrow eyes, horrified for a split second that he’ll be right yet again. “What then?”

“He asked you out.”

And Taehyung finally misses by a longshot.

“Hell no!”

“He did, didn’t he! I knew it. He has it even worse than you do.”

A laugh leaves your throat before you can stop it. Your friend can say whatever he wants but that is certainly not the case. There’s no way.

Besides, the dating stage is a pipe dream, so there’s no need to even entertain that.

This week is just… a separate timeline. Broken off from the normal passing of things and sectioned off for the two of you to play pretend.

“He does not have it worse than I do,” you finally sigh, placing your chin in a palm and watching a love confession unfold in countless pixels. “And he did not ask me out. You said yourself he doesn’t do relationships.”

“Technically, no. But it’s not like he hasn’t been in one before.”

That’s true. You remember Yoongi had a couple more-than-flings, or regulars as all your brother’s friends referred to them as. But even then, it seemed he kept his options open. At least, from what you somewhat gathered by passing rumors on the sidewalk and in several cramped garages.

But him? With you?

Fairytales aren’t real.

Opportunities are.

And the both of you just happened to seize this particular one by the throat.

“I know, Tae,” you sigh as you turn away from the screen. Love confessions aren’t exactly real, either. Not like the ones in shows that seem to be perfect and timely and precede a happily ever after. “But you know how he is.”

“Apparently not really.”

“What do you mean?”

“He cooked with you.”

“So?”

Taehyung shoots you a look that screams for you to get his point. “That’s some married life shit!”

“Stop!” you gasp, burying your head further into your hand. “It’s not a big deal!”

“When have you ever heard of him cooking with someone, let alone letting you stay after fucking?”

“I don’t keep tabs on him, Tae.”

“You should now. But ignoring that.” He flops his legs down on the ground and shifts himself forward, his turn to watch the aftermath of the confession. “I’ve never heard him do that with anyone ever since his last relationship.”

“So?”

“I dunno. I just…” Biting a nail, Taehyung keeps his eyes unblinking. “It’s interesting. Since he practically swore off them since then.”

Ah.

You didn’t know that.

You also weren’t exactly privy to his last real relationship anyway, since it happened while you were still in university.

But you do remember your brother getting irritated and slightly annoyed that he barely saw him once he was in one.

You wonder what Yoongi’s like with someone he’s willing to commit to. And you wonder if it’s even better than what you experienced yesterday.

Fuck. Your heart starts to hurt at the prospect of that being true.

Because yesterday was one of the best days of your life.

“You look happy,” Taehyung continues, snipping your thoughts in two. “I won’t deny that.”

And you turn back to face the television and admit, “I am.”

“But I’m also trying to stay realistic.”

“Yeah.”

“So if you ever feel like the ride’s too rough, get off.”

“…Yeah.”

It’s nightfall when you finally decide to flip open the jewelry box in your room, taking out the top layer to reveal its hidden section underneath.

And the key that you were given twenty-four hours ago.

Your stare is long before you finally decide to fish it out, feeling all the possibilities that come with it in your fingers. All the doors that have been opened with this one gesture alone.

The spare is heavier now than when you first took it.

Gnawing on your lip, you bring it all the way to your bed, halfway sitting on the edge and contemplating whether to even use it or not.

Do you give in the first night? Is that being too eager? Too clingy? It’s possible that Yoongi would think so even if he never said anything. Even though you were able to get to know him a lot more than you expected, that man is still a walking enigma. You still don’t exactly know how he truly operates.

…But what if you don’t use it tonight and he takes it the wrong way?

That’s also a probable case. Maybe he expects you to use it already and, if you prove him wrong, he’ll come home to an empty apartment. How would he feel then? Would he even care?

Frankly, would Yoongi even care whether you used the key or not?

Fuck!

A loud groan flies out of your throat and shoots through your ceiling, and you flop back onto your sheets, weighed down by the mountain of thoughts in your head.

There’s another reason why you haven’t reached a solid decision yet.

Yoongi hasn’t texted or called since this morning.

It was a quick conversation between the two of you, and the content wasn’t anything major. However, that was the last time you heard from him, even after you texted him to see how work was going, wondering if it was a hell of a lot better than your day.

And still, hours and hours later, nothing.

What Taehyung said earlier flashes in your mind with blinking red letters, but you shoo it away before you let it permeate further into your thoughts. Your week with Yoongi has only just started. No reason to get overworked with stress already.

In any case, maybe it’s best for you not to go over there until he texts back. Like he said before handing you his spare—though, you can only speculate because the entire night turned fuzzy after that—he didn’t know how the week was gonna go.

So it’s highly possible he’s just neck deep in work and can’t talk. And who are you to bother him?

You slowly get up to grab your phone before putting the key back in its hiding spot. Typing away, you create and delete and create and delete and finally decide on a message to send before getting ready for bed.

You [typing]: Next time!

You:

You [typing]: You got this !!

You:

You [10:33pm]: 😴

Tuesday hands you yet another rough day at work.

Nothing seems to move in a positive direction; the leadership decisions make no sense; people are getting snippy. Everything is puncturing your brain to find its breaking point and quite frankly it’s gonna be found soon enough.

What’s worse: none of your texts to Yoongi have been read. Not the text from last night, nor the short ones you sent this morning.

Essentially, everything sucks right now.

The last few hours of your workday crawl by, and you’re practically bolting out the door when it’s finally over. Hoping that you hear back from any of the jobs you applied for over the weekend.

Thank god Yoongi told you to—

Yoongi: Incoming Call

Staring at your phone, your heart leaps out to get to your car before you do.

What the hell? How does he manage to catch you at the most ideal times? You feel incredibly relieved just to see his name.

As you answer the call, you wonder if you could ever have that same effect on him.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Finally leaving the fucking studio.”

Oh, shit. He sounds downright pissed.

Body alert, you open your car door and get inside. “Damn. You okay?”

“Yeah.”

Hold on. “When you say finally…”

“We’ve been in there since yesterday. I would’ve called you but Kook snatched up all our phones.”

Holy hell. That explains the complete radio silence, at least. Your shoulders feel much, much lighter, despite your concern for Yoongi and all the crap he’s going through himself. “Oh, shit. You let him do that?”

“He’s just lucky you picked up.”

You laugh while feeling a strange bubbling in your stomach. “He’s also lucky I’m a forgiving person.”

“So am I.”

“But damn, I’m sorry—” Words die on your tongue. You almost said baby at the end of that sentence. Oh, fuck.

Tae was right. You’ve got it stupid bad.

Your eyes squeeze shut at the thought of actually saying that out loud, embarrassment from something that didn’t even happen coating your entire body. Recovering as best as you can, you look to humor by default.

“I should’ve gone over and made food again,” you joke after clearing your throat. “Then you’d never win against me.”

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“Giving up already?”

“I do that a lot.”

You blow air out of your mouth as you pull out of the parking lot, relishing the orange and purple hues of late afternoon skies. “Lazy!”

“Less work. And more food.”

“You know what, you can make your own damn dinner. I’m tired of you.”

A light chuckle fills your car’s speakers before Yoongi responds,

“Don’t lie.”

“Mm. I was gonna come over but now I think I’ll just stay home.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’m coming over.”

Your fingers immediately grip your steering wheel. “Wait! People could see.”

“It’s one or the other, doll. Better choose quick.”

“Okay, okay,” you rush out through a growing grin. “I’ll come over for a bit.”

“A bit?”

“Yes, for a bit.” As you make your way through intersections, you shake your head at how easy it is for Yoongi to make your day. You feel like someone shouldn’t get to have this power, and yet you are nothing but grateful for him.

On your way past a line of restaurants, an idea comes to mind. “Did you eat yet?”

“Nah. You?”

“No, I’m starving,” you sigh, starting to suggest that he meet you somewhere before realizing that you can’t quite do that. Damn. “I can get food then head over.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. You got it last time.”

“Suit yourself.”

Swallowing the slight sadness you feel, you tell yourself to stay in the moment. Take advantage of this time you have with him without muddying it with future worries. Your voice comes out quiet when you let him go,

“See you soon then.”

And his comes out just as soft.

“See ya.”

It’s stupid.

But you wanted to do it anyway.

Holding his spare key in your fingers, you rub its metallic surface, shaking your head at yourself for going all the way home just to get it before grabbing food. Doing so made the whole trip much longer, but at least it also gave you an excuse to change out of your work clothes and freshen up a bit before coming.

Besides. When else will you get a chance to do this? When else are you ever going to get this opportunity again?

Plastic bags rustling under your determined wrist, you slide the key in his lock, twisting it and hearing the mechanisms click.

Strange.

Unlocking Yoongi’s door feels so significant, even though it’s such a mundane, everyday thing on its own accord. People do it all the time, and yet… Doing so gives you a feeling you can’t quite place.

Swinging the entrance open, you expect to see it lit and have at least something happening.

But you’re greeted with nothing.

It’s enough to make you worry.

Were you gone for that long? Did he assume you weren’t coming anymore and already go to sleep?

“...Yoongi?”

No response cuts through the dark of the living room. In fact, there isn’t even a hint of activity following your question. For a moment, you think he didn’t even make it back—until the faint light and sound slipping under his bedroom door pull you in.

Your bags shift as you tiptoe across the front area and, with each ginger step, you’re hoping that whatever greets you behind that wooden barrier doesn’t make you flee.

But when you finally near the blocked entryway, you freeze with your hand on the knob.

Because the muffled sound you hear is not just noise.

But a recording.

It’s him.

In all the times you wondered about Yoongi’s music equipment and from what he told you about his job, you rarely thought about him doing anything other than production. Sure, you entertained the idea of him on a mic, but nothing you imagined sounded like what you’re hearing now.

Do you even go in there?

Honestly, it feels like you would intrude if you did.

But, knowing Yoongi, he would probably tell you to do it anyway. Or at least try to.

So you set your stuff down on his kitchen table before going back to the door, slowly opening it and peeking your head inside.

Oh.

Adorable.

Instead of seeing him tapping away in the dark on a keyboard or clicking buttons, all you see is his head buried in the crook of his sleeved elbow, his sleeping form faintly outlined blue by the light of his monitor.

How long did you actually take?

Moving toward him, you try not to take in the looped recording too much to preserve that privacy he wanted. But damn it, the piece sounds incredible and you can’t help but feel proud of him for this one soundbite alone.

When you approach Yoongi’s side, you swallow your selfishness and pause the music.

And you already wanna hear him again.

Suddenly coated in silence, you lightly place a hand on his arm before whispering his name. After he doesn’t move the first time, you give him a gentle shake. “Yoongi?”

A deep inhale comes out of him before he lifts his head, and your brain practically resets when you notice he’s wearing the same glasses you saw months ago.

He turns to regard you with sleepy eyes. “Hey, doll.”

“Hey,” you whisper, melting on the inside. “Come eat for a sec.”

“Mmph.” Slowly, he turns his gaze to his monitor before squinting, bringing both hands up to rub his face afterwards.

Giggling, your admiration for his groggy state comes through in your teasing, “Sleepyhead. Come on, it won’t take long. Then you can pass out.”

Yoongi still doesn’t move, though he does offer you a nod.

Looks like you gotta do this the hard way.

Softly, you wrap your hand around his arm and pull upward, giving enough strength until he obliges and stands with you.

And you don’t know why you do what you do next—the cute way he looks, the fact that it’s something you’ve been wanting to do for awhile now, whatever—but you do it without much thought.

You slip your fingers down both his sleeves to take his hands in yours, telling yourself that you’re just doing it to get him across his room.

From past experience, you know his palms are rough. But when you have them cradled in yours, you don’t expect them to also be warm. Maybe it’s all those hoodies and long sleeves he always wears.

And it’s almost awkward to hold his hands, but a good kind of awkward. Just… different. New.

With all these thoughts swirling around your head, you get thrown completely off guard when Yoongi takes your fingers in his and pulls you in and oh fuck his lips are on yours now what the—

Your surprise comes out muffled as you’re slowly backed up all the way to his open door, jumping a little in shock and something else when your shoulder blades hit.

But he’s undeterred. Yoongi’s deep, slow, determined kisses keep coming, even while he closes his fingers around yours and languidly pins a hand next to your ear. Breathing through your nose, you feel his beautiful weight on your chest and stomach, matching his lazy but full licks and sucks as best as you can muster.

Why does this feel so good? Kissing had never felt this magical before. Every motion bends time itself and melts your legs into mush; heat and sparks erupt under your skin, your veins hot but never as molten as his. Smell, taste, touch. All of these are heightened and yet drowned in seconds.

What is this feeling? What is this burning hearth in your chest? It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced, and you know this is a moment you’ll remember for a very, very long time.

But as all other good things do, this kiss comes to an end, surrendering to heavy breaths and a forehead pressing against yours.

“I’m so exhausted,” Yoongi murmurs. “But I can’t stop kissing you.”

Fuck.

Don’t give in.

You just know it’s something he would say to anyone in your position. You can’t think you’re special. You just can’t. Not when your emotions are at their absolute peak after that stunning, incredible…

Screw it.

“Then don’t.”

You initiate this time, capturing Yoongi’s lips so suddenly that he jerks back before gripping you harder.

Whatever he attempts to say comes out in a groan instead, but he recovers to lean forward and pin you right back against his door.

And the intensity jumps tenfold. The swipes he drags against your tongue, the thrust against your hips, the growls he slips into your mouth—all of them juxtapose how tired he looks. And you are absolutely caught in an inherent magnetism that only he can possess even on the verge of exhaustion.

It feels like an eternity can pass and you would still be fine staying exactly where you are: right here, in his embrace, lips locked as tight as your hands.

But reality starts to win as you both come down from your high—lowering, and lowering, and lowering—and Yoongi dips right back into his sluggish demeanor.

Feeling his head droop onto your shoulder, you offer him a smile he can’t see as you pat his arm. “Eat. Then you can sleep.”

“Mm.”

“Come on,” you encourage through a whisper, and you once again guide him out of his room and to his kitchen table.

Silently apologizing, you go to flip on the stove light to illuminate the area enough to see. As warm yellow spills into the small dining area, you walk back over to see Yoongi inspecting what you brought.

“I hope what I got is okay,” you say with little confidence.

You decided on a popular local chain, but you had to guess at what Yoongi would order there. Judging from the way he nods before digging in, you made the right choices.

That’s enough for you. Smiling to yourself, you take a seat in the middle chair before unboxing your meal.

“This is actually what I get from here.”

“Really?” you chirp as you smell the aromas coming from both dishes. “Dope. It’s what I get, too.”

“You got good taste then,” Yoongi responds with a lift of his mouth, and you both huff out tiny laughs.

At least a few parts of your day are going well. The kiss was enough to last you a lifetime, but getting Yoongi’s preferences right? Which happen to also be yours? You’re floating.

But after a few minutes of silence go by, you start to sink back down to earth. Not because of the lack of conversation—it’s quite comfortable. You just start to move your food around more than eat it, thinking about your job and how you really don’t want to go back tomorrow.

Normally, you would rant about work woes with your friends, or Taehyung. But can you do the same with Yoongi? Would he care to really listen to boring stuff like that?

“You good?”

Snapping your head up, you see a concerned stare resting behind thin specs, fiery hair a bit dulled in the low lighting.

“I’m good now,” you admit. “Work was just stupid.”

“I feel that.”

Nodding, you sigh before adjusting yourself in your chair, ultimately deciding to spare him all the dumb details about your day.

Besides, he’s clearly tired. You don’t wanna give him more things to deal with. So you settle on something he already knows about and let it end there. “I just hope I hear from one of those listings soon.”

“You will,” Yoongi assures. “Give’em time.”

Not expecting any response from him at all, you trudge on before holding back. “Okay. I just don’t wanna be stuck, you know?”

A small snort leaps from his seat. “Out of everybody I know? You wouldn’t let that happen.”

You can only stare at him before looking away.

How is Yoongi able to quell your worries so fast all the time? Is he like this with everyone? If he is, no wonder he’s gotten so many people in the palm of his hand. No wonder every person on the planet wants to steal a bit of his heart.

It’s one thing to be attractive physically. But Yoongi’s mental? It makes you have to stop yourself from launching across the table to attack him again.

Guarding your heart from getting ahead of itself, you put your chin in one of your hands. “Everyone should pay you for making them feel better all the time.”

“Huh?”

“You always know what to say to people.”

Without missing a beat, Yoongi responds.

“I hate people.”

“Liar!” you laugh out, inwardly sighing at the shit grin he beams you with. “You can’t be this nice and not like anyone.”

He simply shakes his head. When he starts to explain, his voice seems to drag across the ocean floor,

“I don’t think you get it, doll.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not like this with just anyone.”

Ah.

Roaming your eyes over his sure features, shyness quickly takes over and you become quite interested in the scratch marks in his table.

“But I mean it,” Yoongi says. “Someone will be gunning for you any day now. Don’t worry about it too much.”

A rueful smile slowly carves itself into your face. For someone that tends to overthink and wonder about every little thing, hearing things like this mean the world.

Before, the only person that could really talk sense into you was Taehyung. But it didn’t even take a handful of times for Yoongi to fill that same kind of role, whether it’s been hours or months between the times you’ve seen him.

Frankly, it’s scary how quickly you’re able to feel this connected despite your different walks of life, and the overall feeling lodged in your chest is hard to describe.

It’s like seeing a long lost friend that you were meant to find again.

Overcome with a swell of emotion, you stare at your finished food. Because there’s no way you can look anywhere else. The only thing you can get out of your slightly clogged throat is a tiny,

“Thank you.”

“It’s true,” Yoongi responds through a sudden yawn. Covering his mouth before rubbing the bottom half of his face, he exhales. “Honestly, I’m shocked you came back.”

You regard him again. “Like this town?”

He nods, eyes already shutting.

And you hum in return, all the decisions you made in the past washing up in the forefront of your mind.

You don’t think he’d want to hear any of that, either. So you simply sum it up with a much more succinct,

“Me, too.”

Closing your box, you put all the trash in one of the plastic bags, mind filled with your day and all the feelings you can’t come to terms with. So much is clouding your thoughts that you don’t realize that he’s dozing off in his seat until seconds later.

Pausing in your movements, you whisper, “Yoongi?”

“Mm.”

Technically, it’s not late, but you know he still has to wake up pretty early. And it doesn’t help that he probably didn’t get much rest while camped in the studio.

Concern laces your voice as you ask, “You sure you can wake up on time tomorrow?”

He inhales before sighing. “I dunno. But I gotta.”

Damn.

Whatever they’re working on must be incredibly important if he’s this determined. The late nights, the lockdowns, the taken phones. All of it must be weighing on his shoulders and yet he is the one making you feel better?

Maybe you can help him out. You can be his strength just as he can be yours.

“I can stay. I just need to go home and get my stuff.”

Yoongi shakes his head, hair slightly parting in the motion. “You don’t have to, doll.”

“I have to get up early for work anyway. I’ll just leave from here.”

Silent, you plead him to let you help. You’ve done it before to make sure your secret wasn’t blown, but this time is purely out of selflessness.

And Yoongi grants you your wish when he sighs out a faint,

“Okay.”

The plan was to simply go home, get your stuff, then head back.

You did not plan to get a call from one of your friends on the way there.

Cursing at the caller ID, you compose yourself before accepting, eyes back on the road when not one, but three of them answer your greeting.

“Hey, babe!”

“Where are you? Come out!”

“We haven’t seen you in forever, bitch!”

Oh, shit.

You tense, hoping they aren’t in a car and can see you driving back to your place. “I can’t tonight,” you finally remember to respond, mind whirling with possible escape routes because—

“Why not!”

“Where have you been!”

“You don’t have shit to do!”

Damn it, damn it, damn it. Gripping your wheel, you dart your eyes along the streets before swallowing your truths.

If it were any other night, you would keep your secret under wraps and let Yoongi know the change of plans. You’d go out with them and make it up to him later.

But not tonight.

Damn, why did they have to call now!

Purposefully lowering your voice, you groan, “I’ve been sick. Stomachache… I’m sorry.”

“Awhhh, babe.”

“Wait, you sound like you’re in a car, though…”

Fuck!

“Yeah, just getting stuff from the store. Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

The line has a bunch of hums and groans, and you know that some of your friends don’t buy it. But thankfully, they don’t pry tonight.

“Alright, well let us know next time so we can get you soup or something.”

“Yeah, you know we got you!”

“Feel better soon, kay?”

You love them.

You hate lying to them.

“I’ll make it up to y’all, okay? Promise.”

“Oh, you’re good!”

“Feel better!”

“I’ll hold you to that, shit, forget about them.”

The laughs on the line welcome yours as you join them, and you thank everything out there that they let you go this time.

But as you say goodbye and the line cuts out, your heart drops with a thud.

This.

This is what it would be like if the two of you keep seeing each other on the regular.

You somehow avoided it for a couple days, but now reality is coming back to play. And next time, your friends may start to suspect something’s up.

Which is why you need to make the most of this week while you can.

Being in Yoongi’s bathroom a few times now, it’s a lot different when you’re in there to get ready for bed.

After your friends gave you mini heart attacks, you were so frazzled that all you did when you went home was gather clothes and all your toiletries before hauling ass back out.

Which lead you to having to get ready at the same counter that Yoongi uses everyday—minus the times he’s forced to stay in studios.

But you go through your nightly routine, head filled with several thoughts and worries and feelings, the most recent being the way your chest constricted when you unlocked Yoongi’s door to find him sleeping in his bedroom.

What would it be like to have that as your normal?

How are you in this position at all?

Looking back at the very first time you trembled for minutes on his rude welcome mat, you cannot fathom how it went from that moment to this one.

He gave you a key to the door that you were terrified to knock on.

You still can’t believe it.

Brimming with butterflies, you finish up and vacate Yoongi’s bathroom, rounding his bed to gently nestle into your side—moreso the least amount of space that you can muster. Setting your alarms, you rest your phone down before slipping your eyes shut.

You almost think about settling in closer, but you don’t want to cross any other boundaries that he could have. Accidentally hearing his recording was egregious enough.

But Yoongi’s croaky voice startles your bones.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“I didn’t. But this is much better than calling you.”

He huffs out a low laugh. “True.”

And you think that’s the end of your conversation.

Until he speaks again.

“You gonna hang off the edge like that all night?”

“I…”

“Come here.”

Oh.

You turn under the covers to see faint moonlight reflecting in his drooping eyes, and you wonder how someone like him should even be allowed to exist.

Shifting forward, your chest rattles when Yoongi lifts an arm to bring you close, and he plants the softest kiss on your forehead before whispering gratitude again.

“No problem,” you sigh into the warmth of his covered chest, inhaling the scent around you that is purely him.

Quickly after, Yoongi is lost to slumber.

So you couldn’t tell him how you just lied to your friends.

Goddamn, your alarm is annoying.

But it works like a charm.

Sleepily tapping it off your screen, you twist in place. “Hey,” you whisper with eyes half-closed, “You awake?”

“Mmhmm.”

The power of your obnoxious alarm. You’re actually embarrassed to wake another person up with it, but you chose to do this in the first place.

“Good.”

Both of your voices are heavy with sleep as Yoongi rubs his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Five.”

“What time you gotta leave?”

“By six,” you yawn, unwittingly snuggling into his chest and hearing him softly laugh through his nose.

You feel a hand on your thigh before Yoongi lazily slings your leg over his, and your brain lights up at his admittance,

“I like you like this.”

“Mm,” is all you manage before your post-sleep brain rebels and says something else. “What else do you like…”

“Hmm?”

“You’re always asking me…” You breathe through your nose. “What do you like?”

You only get silence, and it goes on for so long that you figure everything just happened in your own head. As you start to doze off again, Yoongi’s raspy vocals rumble under your cheek,

“Kiss me.”

Lifting your head, you blink slowly before pushing up far enough to press your lips down onto his, breathing in deep through your nose.

The same hand resting on your leg slips down to the curve of your ass, and you quietly hum before Yoongi pulls away slightly.

“Kiss my neck.”

Staring down at his lidded eyes, you nod before lowering your lips, feeling his heartbeat beneath your chest. As you latch lips onto his column, you shut your eyes and preen at the deep groan Yoongi releases. Its vibrations scatter across your covered skin, forcing your hand to come up and lightly clutch the front of his shirt.

He cocks his head to the side to give you more room, humming low, “Mm. Just like that.”

His praise makes you bold, and you sleepily swirl your tongue over a vein before pressing deeper into his smooth skin. When he tenses, you keep swiping over that same spot, becoming more and more awake with each hiss he lets out.

Suddenly, your hand is clasped before he lowers your fingers, and you flinch when you feel his hard-on confined by sweats. Your breath whooshes onto the expanse of his neck, and before you can grab at him, Yoongi guides your hand somewhere else.

Somewhere much higher, and a lot more surprising.

Pulling away entirely, you watch him with intent from above. At your curiosity, he simply explains,

“Choke me.”

What?

Did you hear him right? Or are you still sleeping and all of this isn’t real?

With your fingers resting on the silky base of his neck, you blink. “You like that?”

“Uh huh.”

Well. You didn’t expect him to admit anything close to that, and his matter of factness is frankly attractive.

Instead of obliging right away, you slide your hand down to rake your nails over his nipple first, offering a tiny, miniscule, sleepy smirk of your own as Yoongi does the same.

Biting a corner of his lip, he warns, “Careful, baby girl.”

You chuckle as you bring your fingers to the base of his throat. “Or else what…”

“Or else—Fuck,” Yoongi groans with a sharp tilt of his head, feeling the sudden press of your fingers around his neck.

You don’t choke him completely, having never done this before. But the pressure you give seems to be more than enough for him, and your eyes blow wide at the way his eyebrows knit in pleasure.

Goddamn, he looks absolutely incredible like this.

Shrouded in sleep and lust, you swoop your head down to lap at his column again, letting instinct take over.

Curses and hisses fly out of Yoongi’s lips, and you drink them in until you feel legitimately drunk on his reactions alone.

You didn’t expect to enjoy giving him pleasure this much. If you are truthful with yourself, you don’t want to stop. You almost want to keep him here and never let him go.

“Fuck, hold on,” he hisses, suddenly gripping your wrist in frustration. And you relent. Though you aren’t happy about it. “I gotta go soon, doll.”

As much as you want him all to yourself, to explore this new territory he allowed you to have, there’s no way you can keep him from what he needs to do.

So you pull away, reveling in the angry, flushed appearance of his upper chest. You sincerely wish you tore off his shirt before everything started.

If you get the chance to continue…

Smirking again and wondering if he’s rubbing off on you, you airily joke, “That’s too bad.. Looks like you’ll have to wait for the rest.”

“What a tease.”

“Learned from the worst.”

You smile and he curves his mouth up in return. A squeak leaves you when he turns the tables with a flick of his hand, grabbing the back of your head to kiss your entire soul out.

Your eyes are still swirling when he pulls away, and you rise into a sitting position as he gets up with a laugh.

Grabbing a necklace from his nightstand, Yoongi looks at you taking up the middle of his mattress. But he doesn’t say anything before heading to his bathroom.

As soon as he’s inside, you expel all the air that you had been holding. All the pent up adrenaline that built while you were caught up in whatever just happened.

You want more of that. So, so much more of that.

And you also wanna stay in his bed, but you know that would be a little too much. Too domestic. So you scoot to the edge of his sheets and start to get ready for your own day.

As you reach for your phone, you gnaw on your bottom lip out of pure giddiness, thinking about when and how to continue what you both just started.

Until you see the onslaught of notifications on your lock screen.

jackson trash [12:30am]: open the door !!!

dpr doormat [12:30am]: biiiish r u home? u better b alive

bibi’s whore [12:34am]: we brought u stuff<33

Taeee😪[12:57am]: You at home?

Taeee😪: Missed Calls (3)

Taeee😪[1:30am]: Pick up!

Taeee😪[1:32am]: Where are you???

Taeee😪: Missed Calls (3)

Taeee😪[1:51am]: Bro pick up ur phone

Taeee😪: Missed Calls (2)

Taeee😪[2:50am]: You owe me :|

Stare burning into your screen, your jaw hits the floor as your shoulders push upward in fear. Immediately, you lock all the way up, your reaction whooshing out in a low, sharp,

“Oh, shit.”

“You good?”

Snapping your head up, you see Yoongi standing just outside his bathroom, scratching one of his elbows.

And you almost say that it’s nothing, that there isn’t anything wrong.

But then you remember the countless times he’s told you that you can tell him anything. And in your panicked state, you decide to take the plunge and finally give into his wishes.

“Well, uhh. No, actually. It’s my friends.” You look back down at your phone, gnawing your lip. “I’m a little worried.”

Yoongi crosses the room, rounding his bed while swiping a hoodie from his desk chair. “About?”

When he walks right up to you, all you can do is stare. Just for a bit. Because even minutes after waking up, he looks so handsome.

And looking at him is enough to calm you down.

But suddenly, he tosses his jacket onto the bed before bringing both hands forward, holding your hips and bringing you closer. “About what, doll?”

Fuck. Get yourself together, get your thoughts back in order. Clearing your throat, you let out the rest of your problems, hyper aware of the way his fingers rest on your sides, “They might think I’m dodging them. I said I couldn’t go out last night.”

Instead of pulling away, Yoongi simply leans in, latching velvety lips onto your neck and kissing your tension away. Small breaths leave your mouth before he mutters, “What did you say?”

“That I felt sick.”

Huffs of small laughter tickle your column. “Guess they didn’t buy that.”

You sigh as he keeps lapping at your throat, tilting your head to prolong not feeling so shitty. If it wasn’t for the hands gripping your sides—or the arms you clasp around his neck—you definitely would have collapsed to the ground by now. “Guess not... I wonder… if they tried the house.”

The moan you release spurns Yoongi to press your body back, and you feel the cool spackle of his wall instead of his door this time. As your back makes harder contact with the rough surface, you grunt into the kiss he plants on your lips.

You don’t know exactly why he’s all over you like this. Is it to distract you from worrying like you assumed? Is it because you’re finally doing what he’s been asking this whole time? Or is it because he wants to continue where you just left off because you sure as hell want that same exact thing. Anything else be damned right now.

If only it were that easy.

Yoongi’s voice still has a hint of sleep as he continues to question you, and you appreciate his willingness to help in any way. Especially since his way involves wrapping his arms further around you and resting them on your lower back. “You park inside, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How would they know you weren’t home then?”

“Maybe they knocked? I dunno...”

Yoongi pulls away. When his eyes roam your face, you wish you had some semblance of normalcy in your features instead of the sleepiness and stress you feel creasing your forehead. “You okay?”

“I… No. But. We can talk about it later. You gotta go.”

“Fuck, I do. But hey.” He gives you another kiss, as if he has all the time in the world. “Just tell me what you want. Okay?”

Your vision remains cloudy from the pillowy soft touch of his lips, and your words float off your tongue,

“What do you mean?”

You can tell that Yoongi doesn’t respond how he wants to, but he’s already backing up and heading out.

“I meant what I said.”

“Okay,” you call out to his back, and you watch him make his way through his apartment, looking at you one more time before clicking the entryway shut.

The rest of your day is slathered in anxiety and worry.

You manage to make it home without falling apart, though choosing to leave your stuff at Yoongi’s for just a bit longer.

To combat the impending calls you have to make, you breathe. Focus on quelling the storm in your stomach. Latch onto anything that grounds you.

The first thing you think about is being a kid again. How things were so simple, the only drama you encountered being playground fights. Then you think about other things, like memories and accomplishments and book quotes you’ve stored for safekeeping.

But slowly, the only thing that appears in your mind is a tidy apartment, with a kitchen filled with laughs and cold water all over the floors.

You can’t deny how at ease you feel when you’re in his place. Even when you were there alone, it was peaceful. It felt…

Clearly, you don’t want to let go of whatever feelings you have harbored in your chest. You want to make the most of them.

Before things have to reset.

Of course, the dark side of this week presented itself like a bright red spot on a blank canvas. Taehyung’s texts and calls could mean a thousand things, and the only thing that kept you from outright panic was him saying that you owed him.

Whatever happened was resolved. For now.

But nothing can stop you from feeling the guilt. The icky jitters in your stomach. The slight bit of shame from needing to tuck secrets away and wondering how to go about things.

What’s worse: knowing that it can’t ever be real with Yoongi unless something drastic changes. Which is why you can’t let yourself feel this way for much longer.

But the fact of the matter is that the two of you have barely started whatever this is. It’s not like you have a hold on him at all, even if he confirmed that he wasn’t seeing anyone else.

Maybe he operates differently now than he used to? You don’t know.

Whatever. Right now, you have to figure out how to get your friends off your back because things can get sticky real quick if they decide to snoop.

But first: call Taehyung.

It has to happen eventually. Even if you text him, you’d get an incoming call before your message even gets through.

So on the way to work, you brace yourself and do it, which turns out to be a loud mistake.

“You owe me big!”

“I know, Tae, I’m so sorry—”

“You know how hard I had to cover for you?”

“No… What happened?”

You hear him sigh before he questions,

“You told them you were sick, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you were just gonna stay home?”

“Yeah.”

“But you weren’t actually there, were you?”

You wince as you roll up to a red light.

“No.”

“Mm. Guess who had to lie and say you were at their place.”

Shutting your eyes in shame, you exhale. “I’m sorry.”

“Lemme finish. Guess who also had to weasel their way out of a videocall since people didn’t believe them.”

“Shit.” You feel so bad. He didn’t have to do all of that for you. “How the hell did you do that?”

“I’m not giving up my secrets to a sneak!”

“Tae!”

“Like I said: you owe me.”

Your building comes into view as you agree, “I do. I’m really sorry.”

“Just let me know next time so I’m more prepared, yeah?”

“Okay.”

“And you’re buying me lunch and dinner.”

“I will. Promise.”

There’s a big sigh on the line, and you bite your lip in anticipation. You know he’s not done with you yet.

But all Taehyung says is a soft handful of words, and your heart caves inward just a tad.

“We can handle your friends.”

“I know.”

“But it won’t be the same with him.”

You are fully aware of who he’s referring to. Because you already thought about the same exact thing.

As you park, you stare at your steering wheel but don’t quite look at it.

“I know.”

The only good thing about the mountain of worries you have to deal with?

They’re enough to dull your senses at work, and that’s saying something.

Somehow, you also request to take tomorrow off. And somehow, your request is accepted. Whether it’s the fact that you almost never ask off, or the wound-up way you look, you’ll take it.

After you make it back home, you carry your tired bones to your bed, flopping down and forcing yourself to clear your head as best as you can.

Fuck, you hate feeling this way.

You gotta fess up to your friends.

Of course, not everything. But you have got to tell them some of the truth so that their concern doesn’t dissolve into suspicion.

So you’ll confess a thing or two. You’ll just leave Yoongi’s name out of it.

After you take a nice, needed, absurdly long nap.

Taeee😪: Outgoing Call

“Come to grovel at my feet again? Or are you paying up?”

“Neither.”

“Oh. Bye then.”

“Wait!” You shift under your blankets, sitting up and hunching over. “I’m gonna tell them.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna tell them.”

“About him?”

“No, no. Not everything. Just… that I’m seeing someone.”

There’s a quick pause before Taehyung slowly questions,

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I feel queasy.”

“Ah. And that’s what we call a self-fulfilling prophecy, miss stomachache.”

“Shut up,” you groan. “But I just wanted to tell you first, since you worked so hard to cover for me.”

“Be my guest, babe. I just look like a ride or die. And you already agreed to get me food.”

“Okay.”

“Good luck.”

You hang up before looking at the threads you hastily apologized in earlier, wondering which one of them to call. Anyone would be a good choice. But anyone could also be a terrible one.

Ugh.

Your fingers flex and curl, and you start to play with your nails while lost in thought.

But you finally decide and click on the top message to fake fairness, turning to bury your head in your pillow and hide from possible horrible outcomes.

bibi’s whore: Outgoing Call

Your name immediately crunches through your receiver.

“Oh my god, are you okay? We were so worried!”

Lifting your head, you groan, “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“As long as you’re all good.”

“I am.”

“Okay, good. Tae told us—”

“He lied.”

“What?”

A swallow lodges in your throat. This is harder than you expected, but you keep pushing through. “He covered for me.”

“...The hell does that mean?”

Well. It’s now or never. Hopefully she will understand. Or yell at you. Ugh.

Sitting up, you confess to your phone screen, “I… I may or may not be seeing someone.”

A screech on the other line makes you jump, and you fight a wide grin of surprise.

“Bitch! I believed you and everything!”

Why were you so worried? Of course they would be elated. Your friends have been encouraging you to get around more anyway, so this reaction is one you should’ve expected.

The taboo of it being Yoongi just kept you from thinking anything positive would come out of this. If you weren’t so giddy you would be gritting your teeth in pure frustration.

Pleasant shock pumping through your veins, you cover your forehead. “I know, I’m sorry. I just froze!”

“I get it, I get it. Did you tell the others yet?”

“No, but don’t tell just anyone. Only you three can know. I’m just too tired to do this two more times.”

“Who is it? Do we know them? Is it J—”

“It is not him, but. This is all you get for now,” you lie while doused in a strange cocktail of relief and embarrassment, sticking with your earlier decision. You feel a lot better about this fib, since they’ll know part of the truth. “Just in case it falls through.”

“Mmm, that means the sex is fucking fire.”

“Reia!”

“What! I can hear it in your voice, babe. Shit, you might be in love.”

You scoff at your window, noticing that it’s way past sunset already. “As if.”

“But I get it. Sorry if we pressured you into spilling.”

“Are you kidding? I felt guilty the entire day. I love y’all too much.”

“Awhh… Don’t even worry about that. We’ve all been there. Yuri’s still sneaking around with that one guy even though she won’t admit it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And you know Dom and I are leaving our options open. Everyone’s got their own shit to deal with. So you do you.”

Sighing, you play with your comforter, noticing how it’ll never be as soft and comforting as Reia. You can’t believe you worried all damn day for virtually nothing.

This whole overthinking thing is starting to get terribly old.

Huffing, you don’t know how else to express your gratitude other than a sincere, “Thank you.”

“Of course! Are you seeing them again tonight?”

“…Maybe.”

A giggle punctures your phone.

“Just say yes, you sneaky bitch.”

“Yes.” You pause with a smile. “And yeah, it’s fucking fire.”

“I knew it! Is it the same guy from last year? Fuck you!”

“I’m not saying anything!”

“Gotta be. You didn’t say who that was, either.”

It’s true. While you told them about your mind-blowing encounter with Yoongi, you never disclosed a name. All they know is that you practically got your back blown out, and you won’t forget their shouts and praise and scoffs at your implied decision to keep it a one night stand.

If only they knew that decision wasn’t exactly yours.

“About time you got another proper dick down. Wait, it is a guy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Ha! That narrows it down.”

“Damn it.”

“I’ll find out eventually love you bye!”

“Bye,” you say through a grin, feeling multitudes lighter than you had in awhile.

Thank god. Or whoever or whatever’s out there. You owe them a drink.

Exhausted, you flop back onto your pillow with a whoosh.

Two calls is more than enough to drain your social battery, but you wanna make one more.

After all, you feel a hell of a lot better about seeing Yoongi again. The urge is so strong that you feel like calling him just because.

But when his phone rings a few times without an answer, you hang up and watch your ceiling, awake and cocooned in your blanket.

You can wait however long. Your mind is so much clearer now.

To your immediate surprise, Yoongi calls you back within minutes, voice wary after you greet him.

“You okay?”

You smile. Of course that’s his first concern. If you hadn’t confessed just a few moments ago, your answer would have been completely different. “Much better. But you’re busy so I can wait.”

“You sure?”

“Ah, yeah. I’ll just be in bed.”

“Yours or mine?”

…What did he just ask?

“Oh,” you stutter out. “I’m at home.”

But are you really? Where is home lately, if he isn’t there?

And why did you just ask yourself that?

“You threw away that key, huh.”

“No!”

“Liar.”

“I have your key! I just.. I dunno. Using it when you’re not there is weird. Still feels like I’m intruding.”

A laugh.

“Then give it up.”

“What?”

“Gimme the key back. I’ll come get it tonight.”

You can practically feel his stupid grin on the other line. There’s no way he’s serious, and yet you’re affected all the same.

“…Damn you, Yoongi.”

Another laugh puffs out of him before he keeps teasing,

“What?”

“You’re so… Ugh! Fine. I’ll keep it.”

“It’s all up to you.”

“Yeah? Then I’m going over there just to lock you out.”

More hissed laughter crackles through, and you nestle into your comforter with a curve of your mouth.

“God, I love it when you’re—”

“Yoong! Hurry up, man!”

Oh, shit. That was Jungkook. He sounds…

“Yoongi!”

“Yoongi! Come back!”

You freeze.

Those voices were definitely higher in pitch. Truthfully, they were more like whines than anything.

Interesting.

There’s a muffled “Yeah, one sec!” before the receiver gets uncovered again.

“Hey, I gotta go. But I’ll be back tonight.”

“Okay…”

“Am I gonna see you?”

Well. That’s even more interesting. Your question is timid before tiptoeing out. “…Do you want to?”

“Course I do.”

You already knew what your answer would be. After all, you had left all your stuff at his place, so of course you were gonna go back at some point. But after hearing what you just heard, you needed to be sure of Yoongi’s answer. You needed to be sure if you were staying.

Appearing as unbothered as you possibly could, you respond, “Okay. I’ll be there.”

“Thank fuck.”

Damn it. You can’t help but puff at the relief in his voice. “Such a guy.” Deciding to cake on more encouragement, you fight the dark emotion in your belly while continuing, “But don’t leave until you’re done!”

“K.”

He’s there to work. Right? Yes. He wouldn’t be trying shit.

…Right?

Mind in another frenzy, you whisper, “I believe in you. You’ll finish.”

“I dunno about that, but.. Thanks, doll.”

It’s later, when you rest in a bed that’s not yours, that you busy yourself with anything to distract you from rogue thoughts. Checking for emails from the job postings, flipping on Yoongi’s television, responding to the second text your brother sent asking if you were good. All of these are temporary buffers.

But they aren’t enough.

You think about calling your other friends, wondering how Yuri or Dom reacted to the news when Rea inevitably told them minutes after getting off the phone. But you don’t wanna deal with more of that, lest you have to make up another lie.

So you decide on the ultimate distraction, a way to time travel without lifting a finger: sleeping.

Because Yoongi doesn’t show for hours.

And hours.

You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you know that something is pulling you out of your slumber. Something warm, and soft, and feeling like you’re coming home.

With a sharp inhale, you fling your eyes open to see that Yoongi’s kissing you awake, one of his hands cradling the back of your neck and his body warmth seeping into your side.

Is this a dream?

“Yoon—”

Your quick break is cut by another kiss, and you taste alcohol and citrus on his tongue before he pulls away.

“You gotta be my good luck charm or something.”

Eyes still adjusting to the dark of the room, you question, “Hmm?”

“We fucking finished.”

“Oh my god. Everything?”

Yoongi nods, his hoodie sweeping the top of your head as he leans in close.

One foot still in dreamland, you offer a smile of pride.

Holy crap, they did it. Whatever hard work they poured into that project paid off. You can already see it. “I knew you would,” you sigh, loving the way it feels surrounded by his strong embrace.

If only he didn’t smell like scents you know you can’t afford.

Remembering the voices you heard earlier, you crash back down to earth and end up six feet deep in worry.

Right. You wanted to distract yourself for a reason. You wanted to sleep away the anxiety for a reason. Because even though you and him don’t even have a solid label, you wanna know his stance. And Taehyung would tell you to figure that shit out right away, whether you’re keeping tabs on him or not.

“I dunno how,” Yoongi responds while you muster up enough courage to talk, “But you were right.”

“Naturally,” you whisper.

Say something.

Keep being brave enough to tell him what’s bothering you.

No overthinking this one.

As he leans in again for another kiss, you press a hand into his chest and take the first step. “Wait.”

Yoongi stops on a dime.

Unblinking and hoping his answer is one you can take, you sigh, “Can… Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

As you speak, you watch his eyes dart across your face in concern. “This is so stupid. But. I heard… people, on the phone. And I smell… perfume. I know we aren’t a thing, but. I don’t think I can do this if—”

You’re lucky that Yoongi cuts in before you can finish.

“Hey. Listen.” He sits up before telling you to follow suit. When you do, he looks toward his window, expression indiscernible as he watches moonlight seep through his blinds.

Breathing in, he lowers his head before looking at the hands resting in your lap. “I don’t do that shit anymore. If I’m seeing someone, that’s it.”

You let those words coat shoulders that drop with relief, wondering if he meant that in a general way or if—

“And even if I did…” Yoongi gazes into your eyes then, and you stare at his determined pupils hiding behind dark orange bangs. “I wouldn’t do that to you. K?”

Oh. There’s a hummingbird in your ribcage, its fluttering wings stealing all the words from your mouth.

You can only nod.

“And,” he says, straightening to prop up your chin. “It’s not stupid.”

Ah. The hummingbird now has friends. Many, many friends.

“If it helps,” Yoongi continues while fighting a guilty smile, “I kinda pissed’em off.”

“Huh?” Something like a half-laugh, half-scoff shoots out of your mouth. “What did you do?”

He aims a smug look your way before reminding you why people love to hate him.

“You ever been called your friend’s name before?”

Your jaw drops before you playfully nudge his shoulder with a gasp, and Yoongi grins with his nose scrunched. “Asshole!” His breathy laughs are unbothered by your affronted, droning, “Wow.”

“I know. But it works.” He winks before moving on to another, more favorable subject. “What time are you leaving in the morning?”

“Whenever you need me to. I took tomorrow off.”

“Then stay. I’m off, too.”

Excitement bubbles up to join the adrenaline in your veins. You were hoping that was the case ever since he said they were finished, but you weren’t positive. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Blinking, you wonder why you even asked in the first place.

But then you remember: as much as you want a whole day with him, you think back to seeing him at his desk. How he used even a sliver of his alone time to work on his own music. If he wants to do that instead, you don’t want to stop him.

However, you also don’t wanna catch him off-guard again by mentioning his private business. Maybe he even forgot that you could have heard his track. So instead, you joke,

“I dunno. Thought you’d be tired of me by now.”

Yoongi regards you with a smile of disbelief, like he knows that’s what you weren’t originally going to say. But he plays along.

“Not yet,” he teases. “Lemme shower.”

With running water serving as the background to your thoughts, you psych yourself up for everything that you want to do.

Whether this is something you can pull off or not, you aren’t exactly sure. But there’s no way to know unless you try. And you want to try very, very hard.

Because Yoongi damn well deserves it.

He’s been nothing but accommodating ever since the weekend started. From making you get work done, to reassuring your chaotic mind at every pass, he’s made an impression unlike no one has before.

And honestly, he’s been this way with you long before then.

So you want to be the one to please him this time. In a way that you never have for anyone else. It’s just daunting when you know you’re about to step out of your comfort zone.

But to hell with it. You wanna do this.

Getting up, you swipe one of the shirts Yoongi left on his chair, changing into it before taking everything else off. The soft but thick material drapes over your body, and you wonder if every single thing in this apartment is just made to be as comforting as its owner.

Maybe you should spend more time wearing his baggy clothes.

Never mind all that. Focus!

Inhaling, you start to visualize your plans. Plans that were put on hold ever since this morning. With all of your day’s worries and fears resolved, the fog in your brain dissipates, allowing you to finally picture what you really want.

Hopefully it’s what Yoongi really wants, too.

Light juts in front of your feet as the bathroom door swings open, and you stand in place as he notices, “Digging through my shit now, huh?”

“No,” you assure him, bones already vibrating with anticipation at the sight of his wet hair.

And fuck, is he still wearing jewelry?

Stop! Self-control. Patience.

“This was on your chair.”

“I don’t—”

Self-control and patience be damned.

Rushing forward, you catch Yoongi off guard with quick hands to his covered chest.

“What—”

Backing him up one two three steps, you shove him onto his bed, blood pulsing at the sight of his wide eyes.

Don’t stop, keep going. You can do this.

Heart skipping beats, you tug off his shirt before you can chicken out, and Yoongi groans when you reveal that it’s the only thing you had on.

And you almost catch the way his expression switches from desire to shock, but you mount him and dive right onto his neck before you can do so.

“Fuck!”

Something stronger than adrenaline comes over you then. Something dark, and primal, and absolutely divine. Breathing in the woody scent of his body wash, you lap at his column while your hands travel everywhere. You’re so focused on attacking him that you barely register the hands gripping your ass.

“Oh, fuck, doll,” Yoongi moans as you scratch down his chest, jerking his head back with a hard hiss when you pinch his nipple.

Enveloped by lust, you let instinct guide your actions, pushing up to nip his ear while clutching his throat. A suck here, a tug of his hair there. Pinching, whispering his name, squeezing your thighs—every single movement seems to break him down while lifting you up.

And you finally get the chance to tell him what’s about to happen.

“Lemme get a cond—”

“Uh uh.”

When he stills underneath you, your bare chest slides down his front as you explain,

“My turn.”

It’s simple. It’s concise.

But Yoongi is smart enough to get what you mean, and a rough hum rips from his core as he watches you slowly sink between his knees.

When you hit the floor, you realize.

It’s almost been a year since you’ve been in this position.

You want to show Yoongi what he had been missing.

But as your eyes shift up to see him already watching you, you’d like to think he already knows.

Propped up on his elbows, Yoongi leers down at your determination, wet locks still dripping water onto his smooth cheekbones. Underneath his shirt, you can see all the little tics of his pecs, his abs—tiny jolts in the aftermath of your storm.

As much as you want to keep playing with the upper half of him, you continue in your quest, mouth salivating when you slip his sweatpants down bit by agonizing bit.

God, how you want to be able to watch his reactions while you have him shoved down your throat. But you’ll make do with one pleasure at a time.

Starting with the cock that springs in front of your face.

Damn.

Impatient, you don’t waste time in taking his velvety girth in your palm, missing how it felt in your fingers and wanting it buried deep inside you for hours.

Fucking hell. Out of all the dicks you’ve held in your lifetime, his is undoubtedly your favorite. In fact, you vaguely remember being upset at its perfection, hating how every part of the one man out of reach has the power to destroy you.

You want that power, too: bringing Min Yoongi to his proverbial knees.

Well. You’re sure as hell gonna fucking try.

With one full, wet swipe along his length, you already see him thump back onto his mattress, hips flinching and fists gathering bunches of his sheet.

Pleased, you take his tip in your awaiting mouth, lifting your head mid-suck to tug on him more. Intentionally, you release him with a sound you’ve perfected by watching videos you will never disclose.

And it seems to resonate with Yoongi, for a dark laugh rumbles between sealed lips as a large hand palms the top of your head.

“You nasty girl.”

Licking around his tip while squeezing the base, you give him a teasing suck before releasing with another perfect pop. Sliding your fingers to gather your saliva, you coat the rest of him before lapping at his balls.

His control.

It’s slipping.

You can tell from the breathy laughs he puffs to the ceiling. A slew of incoherent words tumbles after, and you decide that you quite like him like this. Like he finally doesn’t know what to say.

Mirroring something you remember Yoongi torturing you with, you admit,

“You taste so fucking good.”

A deep hum is your only response, and you take that as a cue to keep going, tilting your head to swirl around his cock. Your own essence coats your cheeks as you feast, alternating between slurps and licks that travel along his veins.

From experience, you’ve learned how to judge reactions, how to tell what guys prefer or not. But all of those other times? You were never invested enough to truly care. If they never cared to pay attention to what you liked, then why bother?

But Yoongi cares. Sometimes, you wonder if he cares more than you do.

So you pay extra attention to how he reacts, and you make sure to understand enough to heighten his pleasure to its zenith.

Immediately, you pick up on the fact that he likes when you squeeze his sack. But also, it seems that he’s aroused by all the sounds you’re making in general.

You almost laugh. While you aren’t normally loud unless Yoongi wants you to be, this is where you won’t quiet down unless he stops you.

But you aren’t the only one filling the room with vulgar noises.

Beautiful hisses spring over your head, only to be joined by moans as you swallow more of his cock with each pass. He palms your scalp with a hand, trying his damned best to let you decide how much of him to take in.

So you give him permission, knowing he’d catch on to the taps you make on his thigh.

When your eyes travel up his body, you can see him lifting his head to watch, and he looks to you for one more nod of consent.

You pause your sucks to give him one, slathering your tongue around his shaft before taking him in again.

Yoongi’s groans are deep when he pushes your head down, and you feel your mouth stretch wide around his cock. When the tip knocks the back of your throat, you gag on instinct, expecting the moan that comes right after.

“Fuck, baby…”

You can go lower, so you let him push you down a little further, unfazed by the way your throat aches to accommodate his girth. Tears start to collect in your eyes, but you don’t mind those either, having done this many times before.

For Yoongi, you’ll deal. To hear the way he slurs your name, you’ll deal.

Your breath cuts at a certain point, but you sacrifice it to prove you can take him all in. And when your nose brushes his pelvis, Yoongi’s outright moan is already worth the gamble on your lungs.

Mercifully, you’re tugged all the way off his cock in a single motion, gasping for air as strings of saliva connect your mouth to his sex.

“You’re so fucking good at this. What the fuck.”

Mouth coated in spit, you nod with little shame, cunt pulsing at the satisfied groan that it gets in return.

Yoongi’s voice is filled with lust and gravel when he grits out, “God, I wanna fuck that throat.”

“Do it,” you rasp with lidded eyes, smirking at the way he looks at you with disbelief. Replicating what he had said to you before, you croak, “This is about you.”

“You sure, doll?”

Heart beating a bit quicker at his concern, you hum in confidence. Your fingers tap his thigh when you respond, “I’ve done it before.”

A strange look comes over Yoongi’s face then, and you don’t know why he sits all the way up to kiss you. But you and your throat welcome the short reprieve, and he breathes through his nostrils before pulling away.

Just like that, the look vanishes, replaced by shadows and desire and impatience.

“Then gimme that dirty mouth.”

Lost in his blown out eyes, you obey. But before he can even take over, you start a relentless pace, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks until they throb.

It’s enough to make him stutter in his movements, and a hand pulls you up before he chuckles, “Breathe first, babe.”

Blinking, you realize, “Oh, shit. Yeah.”

Seeing Yoongi’s full grin while in the midst of pleasure?

That has to be one of your favorite things.

“Okay,” you nod, only slightly embarrassed. “Ready.”

He only hisses out laughter while tilting his head back. “What are you doing to me…”

You don’t respond. Because you don’t know. But you wanna keep satisfying this man until he melts in your mouth, so you take his tip in to change the topic.

This time, you give Yoongi complete control of your head, noticing that he starts with slow but full strokes. As he groans, you mewl when his other hand skirts over one of your breasts, causing him to quicken his pace.

Concentrate. Loosen your throat. Breathe through your nose. All of these thoughts invade your mind as Yoongi thrusts in deeper and quicker, and your column bears the onslaught as tears roll down your cheeks in rivers.

The sounds you make are far from innocent, and they serve as the moving line over Yoongi’s constant reactions.

You don’t remember him being this vocal.

But you’re starting to understand why he likes pleasuring you so much.

It aches like hell, but you want nothing but to keep going. You’re okay. With a hand gripping his thigh, you slacken your aching jaw and revel in the waves of curses washing over your naked back. You almost traverse into another plane entirely, eyes slitted and strings of drool slipping from your lips.

Suddenly, you’re tugged up again, a long gasp escaping your numb mouth and eyes practically rolled back. Wheezing, you gulp in breaths like water, feeling air on the spit that accumulated on your chest.

Holy fuck, how drenched are you? You’re too dizzy to comprehend, let alone hear anything he’s saying.

A hand makes its way to your cheek, the veiny back caressing your sweaty skin all the way down to your sore jaw. When he cradles your lolling chin in his sweaty fingers, you slowly open your eyes to be pinned by a look so dark you would think he was possessed.

And you have never seen him look so hungry.

But you can’t mull over it for too long. Not because you feel thoroughly fucked out—though that contributes a good chunk of it—but because his wish shoots through you like lightning,

“Gonna come all over that pretty face.”

Fuck.

Even though you want that, too, it wasn’t the plan you had in mind.

Shaking your head, you move his hand away and give him a lopsided smile. “Not this time.”

Yoongi’s new expression is adorable, but you waste no time in clarifying—not without a slight hint of shyness,

“I want it somewhere else…”

Yoongi furrows his brows impossibly deep, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. “Where, baby girl.”

Lowering yourself back down, you answer,

“My mouth.”

“The fuck,” he groans, eyes shutting as you seize command again.

Your hands and mouth cover him completely—sucking, pumping, twisting. You feel him twitching with an impending explosion, and you rake your nails down one of his thighs before moving them right to his balls.

More curses shoot from his mouth as he arches his back higher than before, and you know he’s close before he even tells you.

With one last thought, you clutch his sack with one hand while reaching up to twist one of his nipples, wanting every bit of his pleasure to come from you and you alone.

And you moan around him when it works like a charm.

Nothing but your name rips from his throat as he spills into your mouth, hot and milky and distinguishable on your tongue. Spurt after spurt paints your cavern, and you love the way his cock twitches with each angry release.

It’s yours. All yours yours yours and you claim it with a possessiveness you will deny in the morning. Globs slide down your gullet, and you twirl your tongue to gather everything you missed.

Above you, Yoongi’s body locks, fists solid and creating taut mountain peaks out of his sheets. When you suck through his orgasm, a long, guttural moan is blocked by his closed lips, and he flexes his arms forward, feline and feral.

You already know you can never have Yoongi, no matter what.

But this Yoongi—flustered, out of control, and fucked out of his mind—is the Yoongi you want all to your fucking self.

Breathing hard and watching him come, you’re positive that he is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life.

Finally, with one last exhale, his high passes. And a realization floods your mind.

Holy fuck.

You just swallowed Yoongi’s cum.

Nothing but shaky breaths fill the room, and you take time to steady your pulse and relax your aching throat. Fuck, it’s gonna be sore. Damn, you’re lucky that you have tomorrow off because—

Something causes you to snap your gaze upward.

And any breaths you were going to take cease.

Because there have been many significant snapshots in your life, some of them only involving yourself, your friends, and more recently the very man in front of you.

But this moment? With you stripped bare and on your knees while he worships you from above?

Something in you clicks.

And clicks hard.

Yoongi’s voice has never been hoarser as he commands, “Open that goddamn mouth.”

You oblige, tongue out and all.

“Fuck.” He snags your chin with force, and the fervor with how he growls sends sparks along your skin,

“Come here. Get the fuck up.”

Bubbling with mirth, you rush to mount him as he hoists you by the arms, and you kiss him square on the lips with punished knees digging into his forgiving mattress. Fuck, the bends in your legs are sore. But you’ll live.

Yoongi seizes the back of your head and looks at you, clenching his fingers with words on the tip of his tongue. But he says nothing in the end, simply shaking his head and kissing you one more time.

Everything you wanted to happen happened.

And you’d like to think he enjoyed it just as much as you did, so you can now sleep peacef—

“Get up.”

“Huh?”

“Sit up.”

Confused, you wince at the sting in your legs as you’re situated in his bare lap. As your entrance rests right against his cock, both of you groan while most likely thinking the same thing.

“What are you doing,” you whisper, watching his complete look of satisfaction at how ragged your voice sounds. The pout you make only widens his smile.

Instead of responding verbally, Yoongi reaches behind his neck to unclasp one of his chains. And you don’t know where things are going until your heartbeat jumps ten paces.

Because he slips the silver necklace around your neck before taking off the heavier one, admiring the view when both of them rest against your slippery chest.

What…?

What is he doing?

This feels borderline intimate.

It’s enough to render you speechless, and you can only breathe as he runs his fingers along the links, the back of his hand brushing the side of your breast.

“They look much better on you.”

You still don’t know what the hell to say, feeling a lovely weight on your neck and an enchanting burden in your chest.

“Hey,” Yoongi whispers, lifting your chin. “You okay?”

“Oh. More than okay,” you admit. “I just…”

When you see him tilt his head and wait for your answer, you finally notice that you’re unbothered. Truly unbothered. About today, about your friends, about what you heard on the phone.

But more importantly, you’re unbothered about being naked in front of him. You aren’t thinking about how you look, or how he thinks you look. All you’ve been focused on this entire time has been him, and you haven’t had this much fun in the bedroom. Ever.

“I’m really happy right now,” you finally beam, and you want to bottle the feeling you have in your heart and shelve it for every rainy day you’ll ever live through.

Right next to the bottle that keeps the look in Yoongi’s eyes.

You yelp as he suddenly tugs on his chains to pull you forward, and your lips are captured in a way that has your toes curling.

Before you know it, you’re being lowered onto rumpled sheets, and a pair of fingers between your legs jolts you upwards. “Yoongi?”

“Who said we were done?”

“But this was about you,” you gasp as you feel his fingers slide up your dripping folds with more pressure.

“I know. This is still for me.”

What the hell? You were already set on not receiving anything tonight. If anything, you could take care of yourself after he passed out. So what’s he doing? Why is he saying this is for him? “How?”

“I love seeing you like this.”

You can only blink. “...Really?”

“Yeah. And I love seeing you come.”

“You do?“

Yoongi’s gaze lands on the jewelry resting on your chest. “So fucking much.”

“Oh,” is all you can muster, lust coming back with a vengeance and twisting your core.

And you wait until his eyes travel upwards, slowly but surely, until they connect with yours. “Let’s see how many times you got, dirty girl.”

Oh, fuck.

“Yoongi…”

He shifts to sit up, ordering you to change positions as he slips his sweatpants back on. “Slide up here for me.”

Obeying, you wince at the discomfort in your knees as you make your way to the head of his mattress.

Yoongi joins you immediately, his warmth pressing deliciously into your side. With a flick of his chin, he continues, “Hands under the headboard. Uh huh.”

Well. You didn’t expect this. And you’re ten times more excited for what’s in store for you, especially since Yoongi decided to keep all of his clothes on. The pretty tension has you thrumming with heat and nerves.

Instead of going between your legs, he starts with fingers to your mouth. “Open up one more time, doll.”

You gladly take two of his digits in like you were built for it, slathering your tongue all over them and humming at the quick curse at your ear.

“So filthy,” he chuckles through a smile. As he slides his fingers out, he rubs them over your lips before clutching your chin. “I fucking love it.”

You bite your lip before you can help it, knowing you won’t be prepared for anything he��s going to do to you.

And you quickly learn how right you are.

Yoongi seizes complete command of your body, fingering you at the perfect pace while latching lips onto your neck. Both movements cause you to tense up, your palms pressing into the bottom of his headboard and your back arching.

Shit, it already feels so good and it’s only been seconds!

Your legs are forced more open before Yoongi dips his digits in again, sliding up your drenched walls and laughing derisively at your throat.

“Sucking me off got you this wet, huh?”

Whimpering, you can only nod, shifting your hips to feel more of the friction he’s giving. You don’t know how aroused he looks as he watches your bouncing chest, but you do hear what he whispers. Because it emblazons itself on your neck.

“What a whore.”

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you whine, thoroughly turned on and shuddering at the way his laughs slide down your column. Shameful, you admit to yourself that you can listen to him talk like that for hours.

When he suddenly slaps your cunt, you lose it, feeling the strain in your body as a moan tries to escape your clenched teeth.

Holy fuck, how are you already this close? Did you really attain this amount of arousal just by giving him head? You knew you were outright delighted but damn, his fingers see no resistance at all.

The silver around your neck slides a little towards your collarbone. As you wonder why he decided to don you with his chains, Yoongi takes advantage and leans down, latching lips onto one of your nipples and pulling a moan from your throat.

“Oh, my god.”

You want to throw your hands around his neck. Dig your fingers in his angry locks. But the way your hands grip the headboard, you’re too afraid to let go. They feel permanently welded, and you can only tighten them as you thrash underneath him.

He fucking knows it, too, taking his time to lick around your breast before nicking again. And with so many sparks filling your body to the brim, you already see the edge. It’s so close close close and you’re trying to get the right words out to tell him.

He has the audacity to laugh, staccato puffs in your ear. “I feel you sucking me in. You can’t hide, baby girl.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, knowing he’s completely right. But you can’t help it. Your body wants every inch of his and the friction is feeding the thrums in your core.

Yoongi suddenly grabs the back of your neck, holding you in place and causing your jaw to slacken.

“Whose pussy is this?”

What the fuck! You didn’t expect that. And you know how you want to answer, but your words come out ridiculously slurred from lust.

“What was that?”

“Yours! Oh, fuck…”

“Mmhmm.” With one final stroke, he agrees, “All mine.”

Pure light wipes your vision as you come, groaning through your lips as your body snaps into place. Your arms are taut, straining as you squeeze his headboard like a lifeline. Over and over and over, your cunt clenches around Yoongi’s fingers, and he hums above you, long and rough.

It doesn’t matter that you end up a panting mess, nor does it matter that your legs are yelling to be closed. Because he’s already keeping an agonizing pace on your throbbing walls without reprieve.

“Yoongi!”

“You wanna be a cumslut so bad? Prove it.”

“Fuck—”

“Taking my dick and my fingers so well.” He slaps your cunt again, and the squelch it makes will embarrass you even days later. “Still such a whore for me.”

Fuck!

You don’t know why the hell that turns you on, but it does. Goddamn, it does, and he knows how much it affects you by the way you milk his fingers despite already coming.

He laughs even deeper this time, and it sends shivers down your chest all the way to your toes. Watching the way you writhe beneath him, he goads, “That’s it, doll. Fuck, I love seeing you in my shit.”

“Yoong—”

“Almost wanna show you off.”

Damn, you want that, too. Holy shit, you want the same thing, and just imagining that being a possibility gets you frighteningly close to another edge.

And you need the plunge. No one will take that away from you. Even him. If he edges you even once, you’ll finish your goddamn self.

“Yoongi, I’m close.”

“Then come for me, love.”

Your coil snaps again, harder than the last and making you a shuddering mess. Later, you’ll think about what he said, but your mind is completely void for now. Tears start leaking out of your ducts from the onslaught of pleasure wracking your bones, and you let out a quick sob from feeling so overwhelmed.

Yoongi’s saying things in your ear again, but you really can’t discern them. Praises, insults, anything in between—you don’t know. All you know is that your brain is exploding with lust and satisfaction and you don’t know when the high will ever subside.

But, after an eternity and a half, you start to float back onto soft, damp sheets. Your muscles relax bit by bit, and the fingers above your head unlatch from the dark wood of his headboard.

Fuck. Your hands hurt. But you slowly close them to combat the strain.

With your eyes slipped shut, you’re surprised to feel Yoongi’s lips on yours, inhaling shock through your nose at the second stolen kiss of the night. Instead of your palms, you reach to place your wrists on his shoulders, twisting your body to press fully into his front.

His heartbeat…

It might be quicker than yours.

Softly, one of your hands is cradled in his fingers before your palm is rubbed with care. One circle, then another, and another. Voice so deep that it’s more of a rumble than a sentence, Yoongi asks, “Do they hurt?”

“A little,” you admit. “But you’re helping.”

“Okay.”

You don’t know what time it is, but you don’t exactly care. It could be any hour of any day and you would still banish the rest of the world from your mind. Because it only exists in this moment. With him massaging your hand while carrying tiny moons in his eyes.

He’s ethereal.

“You don’t have to stay tomorrow.”

Blinking hard, you struggle to comprehend what Yoongi just said.

What? What did he mean by that?

Your heart rushes up your bruised throat before you squeak out, “Why not?”

Yoongi kisses your forehead. “Your friends on your case. Spend time with them. Don’t worry just cus of me.”

Oh. He doesn’t know that you took care of that.

Why does he have to be so considerate? This doesn’t make things easy.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, reaching with your free hand to cradle his cheek. “I was gonna see them… But after this week, since…”

He just watches you.

“Things’ll go back to normal.”

Yoongi darts his eyes across your face, silent. When he only nods, a piece of you breaks, but you try your hardest not to let him see it.

There won’t be time for walks, or water fights, or waking up to his arm around your waist. Because this week reserved a pocket universe in time—a space just for the two of you to have. And it’s one you truly don’t ever want to leave.

From the way that Yoongi claims your lips, you want to think he feels the same. It’s at least nice to keep pretending.

But you know he’s doing it to make you feel better, though it devastates you all the same.

Because a week is quickly not becoming enough. You want more time. You need it.

Yoongi stops with a breath, and runs a hand along the side of your head.

“Get some rest, doll.”

“You, too.”

“I will,” he whispers. “And listen. About tomorrow.”

“Hmm?”

He stares at you just a bit longer, caressing your cheek and keeping his mouth shut.

It’s strange. You’ve only been able to read him a few times before. But now, you’re sure that you see a thousand thoughts run across his eyes, and they remind you of meteor showers you used to watch outside when you were young. When life wasn’t complicated. When the furthest thing from your mind was a broken heart.

But at his next words, your heart swells.

And you don’t need to worry about it breaking just yet.

“I’m all yours.”

…Maybe Reia was right.

tbc. :)

A/N: ahhh. so. how did it go? LOL i feel like it’s been so long since Stay, but it’s only been two-ish months. whoa! also.. typing with acrylics should be an olympic sport and if you do this regularly you have my utmost respect LOLL that shit was so hard while writing a majority of this chapter! A/N 2: as always, thank you so much for all of the support. whether you’re new, or an OG, i truly appreciate you being here and going on this journey with me and the 3tan crew. and for the people wanting angst, welp. here’s a glimpse of what that entails dkldkjdjf see you all in “the week, pt. 2!” ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that are too shy to reblog with a review, comment on this, or send a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a comment dropbox :D feedback can be as short/sweet or as long as you’d like! ⇥ here! ++ ⇥ masterlist

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Dangerous - Part I

pairing: mafia boss!hyunjin x mafia boss!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut (minors dni!), enemy au

words: 4.1k

warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, there is a gun present at the beginning, mentions of death, angst, mild violence, making out, choking, hair pulling, degradation, oral sex (m&f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, a tad bit of a crying kink, use of the color system, hyunjin gets a little rough, unprotected sex (you know better), hate sex, multiple positions, mild biting kink, creampie, aftercare, y/n is a thief hehe, there’s probably more but I forgot lol

a/n: yes, this was definitely inspired by the venom music video. no, I make no apologies, lol. there are some darker themes in this one, what with them being in gangs, so readers please beware! I hope y’all enjoy this absolute filth, please like and/or reblog if you liked it! - j

You weren’t quite sure how you’d managed to get yourself in this situation.

It was safe to say, the barrel of a gun inches from your temple was not how you intended to spend your Saturday night.

“I knew you were a stupid bitch, but this is a new low for you.”

You rolled your eyes at the voice speaking lowly in your ear. Despite yourself, chills erupted over your skin. Apparently some habits couldn’t be easily broken.

You slowly turned your head so you could look at the owner of that delicious voice, completely ignoring the gun still leveled at your head.

And there he was. Still blond, even after all these months, his hair gently curling around his face. His expression was cold, but there was a fire in his eyes that was all too familiar to you.

Hwang Hyunjin.

The leader of the biggest gang in your city, its power and legacy equal only to your own.

You remembered idly what it had once been like to love that face. Star-crossed lovers, the crown prince and princess of rival gangs intent on destroying one another.

But that was before.

Now you were king and queen of rival empires, your quest for violence stained by a need for revenge.

You took pleasure in the irritation that overtook his face the longer you ignored his insult. He could call you a stupid bitch all he wanted—you both knew it was a lie and a cheap shot.

“Why are you in my club?” Hyunjin said through clenched teeth.

You smiled sweetly. “Didn’t know it was yours. Just came to get my rocks off.”

He finally pressed the gun against your temple. You leaned into it, invigorated by the cold metal on your too-warm skin. Hyunjin barked a laugh.

“Bullshit. Last time you were here—” he cut himself off and you smiled viciously.

“Last time I was here… what? You mean the night your father put a bullet in mine?”

Hyunjin winced. The night was a sore topic for more than just you, apparently.

It was the night everything changed. When your father’s life left this world, so did any fantasy of running away with the man now holding a gun to your head. Hyunjin had tried to resist when you broke things off, but then his own father had died and he’d been forced to rise to the occasion.

You knew he blamed you for his father’s death. He assumed you’d put a hit on the elder Hwang as revenge. In your anger, you never saw the need to correct his assumption. It was easier to let him hate you.

“I don’t have to stand here and entertain this.” Hyunjin’s long index finger flexed on the trigger. “Why are you really here?”

“Came to say hi.”

You’d talk him in circles all night if you had to. This mission was too important to compromise.

You weren’t sure you’d be able to stomach coming back to this club, but the forged tax documents laying in the next room took priority over your trauma. Those alone would pay off all the debt your father had accumulated over his reign and then some. You could pay for your sibling’s college tuition; pay off your own medical bills from when you’d been shot last year; certainly a month-long vacation to Fiji with whatever was left over.

If you wanted to get technical about it, the documents were worth over a hundred million dollars.

A bead of sweat trickled along your hairline, Hyunjin’s eyes tracking it as it slid down your face. He swallowed.

You were affecting him, then. Good. You looked incredible tonight, so it was nice to see the black dress you’d squeezed yourself into was paying off.

Hyunjin smiled humorlessly, the expression doing more to bare his teeth at you than anything else. Alarm bells went off in your head.

“Go ahead, Changbin.”

You tried to turn and run at hearing the name of Hyunjin’s ruthless bodyguard, but you made it all of two steps before something hard hit the back of your head and the world went dark.

When you woke, you were curled on your side in what had to be the most comfortable bed in existence.

You shot into a sitting position, your face immediately twisting into a grimace at the sharp pain on the back of your head. God, how hard did Changbin hit you? You made a mental note to return the favor next time you saw him.

Rubbing the back of your skull, you cautiously examined your surroundings.

You were beneath the covers in a large four-poster bed, the black sheets distractingly soft against your skin. The room was dim, lit only by a lamp on the bedside table and soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. It looked like it had been decorated by a vampire—all dark reds and blacks and gothic furniture pieces.

Your evaluation of the room screeched to a halt when you saw a shadowed figure sitting in the armchair across from the bed.

“Where am I?” You were thankful that your voice still sounded strong. Showing weakness here was a death sentence.

“My bedroom.” Hyunjin leaned forward in his chair so he could prop his elbows on his knees. He still looked perfect, much to your annoyance. “That’s right, I forgot. You betrayed me before I moved in.”

That was bitterness in his tone. You rolled your eyes. “And why am I in your bedroom?”

“Because Han and Lee Know wanted to kill you for trespassing and they can’t reach you here.”

Your heart twinged at hearing the names of your old friends. You hadn’t allowed yourself to miss them in a very long time. Hearing that they wanted to kill you hurt your feelings more than you wanted to admit.

“Why didn’t you listen?” You asked roughly.

Hyunjin’s face was unreadable. Perfectly blank, just like the trained killer his father made him to be.

“Because you never told me why you trespassed in the first place.”

Your hands clenched into fists on the lush comforter still over your legs. “I won’t tell you. You might as well just kill me and get it over with.”

Finally, anger passed over his stoic expression. “You’d rather die than tell me why you’re here?”

“Yes.”

“Good to see you’re still recklessly stubborn.”

Your eyes flashed. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know everything about you.” Hyunjin stood, taking the time to stretch his lean muscles before he stalked towards the bed. You shrank back against the pillows, some of your bravado vanishing when he towered over you. “I’ve been keeping track of you, you know. I’d be a fool not to know what my enemy is doing with her time.”

Your chest hurt at his use of the word enemy, but he was right. At this point, you had been enemies for longer than you'd been lovers.

You gazed up at him indignantly, making sure to channel as much hatred into your expression as you could. Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed.

Before you could move away, he grasped your chin roughly in his hand and turned your head from side to side. Searching for injuries, you guessed.

“Still fretting over my health?” You rasped.

Hyunjin released you swiftly. “No. I don’t want you to bleed all over my pillows.”

You didn’t want to think too hard on the fact that you were laying in Hyunjin’s bed. Again. It had been a long time since you’d been in his sheets, but they still smelled exactly as you remembered them. Sweet and fresh and just a little bit floral.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood, trying to quickly edge your way around him. You needed to get out of this room. Every second you spent in here was a year off your life.

Hyunjin caught you around the waist, effortlessly stopping you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Back to my family. They’ll be wondering where I am by now.”

“You think you can attempt to steal from me and I’ll just let you go?” He chuckled patronizingly.

“So you do know why I was at the club.” You nodded and looked him up and down, satisfied by the way his eyes angrily flashed. “You’re smarter than you look.”

“It doesn’t take a genius. Your plan was idiotic.”

You shoved against his chest, finally able to get a bit of space between your body and his. “Why pretend like you didn’t know, then?”

“I wanted to see how far you were willing to go to protect your mission.”

You subtly attempted to search for the dagger you kept strapped beneath your dress. You’d show him exactly what lengths you were willing to go to, especially if he wouldn’t let you leave this room.

“I took that little letter opener of yours.” He smiled at you again, so condescendingly that your vision turned red. You smacked his chest, your hands shaking with anger.

“Give it back.” You hissed. He caught your fist and held it against him. His heart thundered wildly beneath your hand, giving away the emotion trapped behind his indifferent mask.

“Make me.”

“I will fucking kill you, do you understand me?” You struggled against him, trying to free your hand from his grasp to no avail. “I hate you, you’re so just—ugh!”

“You hate me?” Hyunjin tugged you against his chest, his sudden furious expression a thousand times scarier up close. “You have no right to hate me. Your father’s death was not my fault, okay?”

“Let go—”

“But you.” Hyunjin sneered in your face. “You had my father killed. You knew that I never wanted to lead this ridiculous gang, and you forced me to take the position—”

“I didn’t kill your dad, okay?” Your voice had risen nearly to a shout. You both froze, both your wrists still trapped in Hyunjin’s hands against his chest. The anger on his face transformed into stiff shock.

“What?” He asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper.

You slumped against him, defeated. “I didn’t put the hit on your father. I have no idea who did.” You forced yourself to look up at his face again, annoyed with the frustrated tears you felt pricking behind your eyes. “Why would I ever do that to you, Jin? Our plan was to leave, to escape this life completely—”

Hyunjin cut you off when his mouth crushed against yours.

You froze, every thought rushing out of your brain. His lips moved against your own, his tongue tracing your bottom lip in a silent request to enter.

Hyunjin tasted exactly like you remembered. It hurt your heart beyond belief, and you felt transported back in time, back to when life was easier. Carefree.

You shoved him away with renewed strength, hard enough that he stumbled back. You couldn’t make yourself look at the expression on his face—open and raw, far more emotional than he’d let you see him since his father died.

“You don’t get to do that.” You said, your chest heaving. “You don’t get to kiss me anymore. Not after everything.”

Hyunjin’s face hardened. “Why not?” He made to approach again and you backed away hastily. “Why have we spent so much time hating each other? You didn’t tell me the truth for over a year. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “It wouldn’t have mattered.”

“Wouldn’t have mattered?” Hyunjin scoffed. “I thought you killed my dad. I was in love with you before—I wanted to marry you, and you just let me think you betrayed me like that?”

“I was angry! It makes everything so much easier if you hate me.”

“Fine.” Hyunjin’s shoulders were shaking with anger now. “Fine, I’ll hate you. I’ve hated everything about you for a long time, I don’t see why that has to change now.”

“Good.”

You stared at each other, less than an arm’s length between you as you glared. The phrase if looks could kill crossed your mind. If they could, you would certainly both be bodies on the floor.

You weren’t sure when he moved. Or maybe you did. Not that it mattered.

All that mattered was the way the distance between you evaporated into nothing. Hyunjin’s mouth collided with yours, his lips surprisingly soft in contrast with the dominating way he kissed you.

Your mouth parted immediately to welcome his tongue this time. You battled for dominance, your fingers rising to tangle in his hair as his hands gripped the sides of your throat. He squeezed just hard enough for you to feel pressure inside your skull and you moaned into his mouth.

“You’re such a slut, you know that?” He panted against you, his tongue roving across the expanse of your throat as you whimpered. “You claim to hate me but you still want me to make you feel good, hm?”

“Shut up, Jin.” Your voice was barely recognizable to your own ears, heavy with lust. Your fingers in his hair scratched at his scalp, gripping the roots so you could yank his head back to look at you.

You could’ve cum right then and there at the fire burning in his eyes. His hands gripped your ass hard enough to bruise, drawing short, breathy moans from your chest.

You stared at each other for a moment, willing the other to back down first, before Hyunjin walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed.

He roughly undid the buttons of his shirt, his eyes focused only on your thighs spread wide before him. Anticipation fluttered in your veins. If your memory served, Hyunjin loved few things more than burying his face between your legs. You couldn’t imagine what would happen now that there was animosity mixed into it.

Once his shirt was off, exposing the long, cut lines of his torso, he lowered himself to his knees at the edge of the bed. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace down and off before tucking them into his pocket.

“You’re going to take what I give you, understand?” He half-growled, his lips mere centimeters from where you wanted him. You nodded frantically, the desperation close to killing you now. “Use your words.”

“I understand.” Your voice was more of a gasp.

He gave you no warning before his tongue dove into your dripping core. You released a breathless moan as he dragged a long lick up your pussy, stopping to draw circles over your clit. His lips closed around the tight bud, mercilessly sucking until your hands yanked against his hair.

Hyunjin groaned against you and the vibrations ricocheted straight to your core.

“You taste even better than I remember.” His voice was muffled and he thrusted his tongue into your entrance. “Still such a good slut for me.”

His fingers slammed into you at an angle without warning. You let out shaky groans when his fingertips effortlessly brushed your swollen g-spot on every thrust.

“Oh my god—” you panted. Hyunjin moaned into you again and jerked your legs over his shoulders, completely unaffected when they closed around his ears.

You were shaking uncontrollably. You rolled your hips in time with the movements of his tongue, chasing your orgasm with reckless abandon. The lewd sounds of his mouth on your pussy were driving you wild.

Hyunjin didn’t slow when you came on his mouth. He moaned as you clenched hard around his fingers, your walls spasming with pleasure. You whined at the overstimulation, clawing at his bare shoulders while he forced you off the edge again.

The waves of pleasure were so powerful that they almost hurt. Your body locked, Hyunjin’s tongue still mercilessly attacking your clit. You couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began.

At last, he removed his lips from you. His mouth and chin shone with you, instantly drying your mouth with anticipation.

“Aw, is my little slut crying? The pleasure is too much for you these days.” Hyunjin’s condescending voice sparked another round of tears, which you hastily wiped away with the backs of your hands before he could see them.

He helped you sit up, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helped you peel off your dress. Completely naked before him, he took his time sucking each of your nipples, his teeth gently closing around the perked bud.

“What’s your color?” He whispered, gazing up at you through his eyelashes.

You couldn’t take the emotion on his face. Not right now. You gripped his shoulders and rolled until you were on top of him, your breasts pressed against his stomach.

You pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his chest. “Green. Definitely green.”

You worked your way down him quickly, hardly stopping to dote on the parts of his body that you would have worshipped in the past.

He lifted his hips so you could drag his pants down his legs, immediately pleased when his hard cock sprang free. It was an angry red, precum wetting the tip in thick beads.

You pumped his base, pleased by the way his hips involuntarily thrusted upwards, and took him into your mouth. He groaned, the sound shooting immediately to your dripping core. You swallowed around him greedily as your hand massaged his balls.

“Shit…” Hyunjin bit the back of his fist to stifle his moans, rolling his hips up into your mouth. “You—ah—still so good at this. Mi-missed this, god…”

You hummed and his cock twitched on your tongue. He whimpered and you clenched around nothing. God, you’d forgotten how you loved to have him completely at your mercy like this. The feeling was only intensified by your knowledge that if anyone ever found out about what you were doing, it would probably start a war.

Hyunjin thrusted into your throat again, tumbling dangerously close to his high. His balls spasmed wildly in your hand, over and over again. His fingers threaded into your hair and he guided you along his length while you fought your gag reflex with a vengeance.

He forced you to look up at him by his hand gripping your hair. He groaned at your expression; tears were beading at the corners of your eyes, your saliva dripping down your chin.

Hyunjin’s brows furrowed, his hair sticking to his temples by the light sheen of sweat covering him.

“Gonna…gonna take my cum?” He panted. You bobbed your head on his cock with renewed vigor, determined to push him off the edge. “Gonna take it like the good slut you are?”

You dragged your teeth lightly along his length and he let out the most vulgar moan you’d ever heard. That was how Hyunjin always liked it: a fine mix of pleasure and pain. Your time apart hadn’t changed that.

His eyes screwed shut and he thrusted up into your mouth again, his balls tightening.

You rose off him with a lewd pop right as his cock released the first thick bursts of cum. Hyunjin’s eyes snapped open, fury twisting his expression, as it hit your chest and dripped down your breasts.

You smiled lazily at him, devilishly delighted by his frustration. In the past you would have sucked him through his orgasm to the point of severe overstimulation—drawn out his high as long as you possibly could. He had a special love reserved for when you swallowed him.

Not anymore.

“Assholes don’t get to cum in my mouth.” You said sweetly, dragging your tongue from his balls to tip for emphasis.

Hyunjin grabbed you before you could react. His fingers dug into your collarbones as he all but tossed you onto the bed.

His long body settled over yours as he kissed and bit your throat, no doubt leaving bruises in his wake. You moaned but it sounded more like a cry.

“You’re evil." His teeth closed over your pulse and he sucked hard. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”

Excellent.

You grinned at the vaulted ceiling as Hyunjin lined his still impossibly hard cock up with your soaked entrance. Between the remnants of your cum and his still coating both of you, the stretch would be easy. You were thankful for that, at least.

Hyunjin slammed into you without warning.

Your body jerked toward the headboard and you cried out as he gasped in your ear. He wasted no time setting a brutal pace, his hips snapping in and out of you.

You couldn’t be embarrassed at the wet sounds of your bodies meeting. It turned you on too much for that.

Hyunjin’s arm snaked under your back and he effortlessly flipped you beneath him so you were on your front. You moaned and pressed your ass back into him. You could feel him so much deeper in this position—you couldn’t tell where you stopped and he began.

The head of his cock hit your g-spot with merciless efficiency. Your body quickly began to shake uncontrollably beneath his, sweat coating you as he bit down hard on your shoulder.

Hyunjin’s fingers wrapped around your throat again. He squeezed hard and used his grip to tug you upright until you were both on your knees, your back pressed to his front. His hips snapped into yours and you savored every pant and groan he released in your ear.

Your entire body locked as your orgasm barreled into you out of nowhere. Your walls clenched around him so hard that he was forced to stop thrusting.

Hyunjin exhaled shakily in your ear at the pleasure your repeated tightening forced through him. When he came for the second time, he had no time to prepare for it. His hands held your ass firmly against his pelvis as he came inside you, somehow releasing even more cum than before.

Your walls’ convulsing and his cock’s twitching dragged each of you through your orgasms for so long that you saw stars. When you finally came down, you were so thoroughly spent that you collapsed forward onto the pillows. Hyunjin followed, his lean body laying half on top of you and half on the blankets. He was a comfortable weight, one you had forgotten comforted you so much.

Hyunjin gasped above you, attempting to catch his breath.

“It’s good to know we’re still capable of that.” He said breathlessly.

No shit. That was probably the most mind-blowing sex you’d ever had.

Once he had recovered enough to stand, he grabbed his dress shirt off the ground and used it to gently clean you up. That would be fun to explain to the dry-cleaner.

“You’re welcome to use the shower.” You turned your head to look at him as he pointed to a door on the opposite wall. “It’s through there.”

“Thanks.”

You weren’t sure what to say. You’d just attempted to fuck the life out of one another—what were you supposed to do now? Cuddle? That didn’t seem likely.

When you didn’t immediately stand to take him up on his offer, Hyunjin settled down onto the bed next to you. You stiffened, but he just adjusted the pillow beneath his head and sighed deeply as he closed his eyes.

Maybe…

“If you try to kill me in my sleep, I’ll ruin your fucking life.” He intoned without opening his eyes. Your thoughts froze in their tracks.

Okay, maybe not.

An hour later, you hesitated in the window you’d managed to silently pry open.

You glanced back at Hyunjin’s sleeping form, his arm extended to the side of the bed where you were supposed to be laying. The sight hurt your heart, but you shoved it down without dwelling on it.

You had tugged your dress back on after he’d fallen asleep, using the time to search the room for anything useful. Safe to say, you’d found the dagger he’d taken while you were out-cold.

Sitting directly atop the one-hundred-million dollar tax files, tucked in a hidden compartment in his dresser.

Either he’d taken them from the club or they were never there to begin with. You didn’t really care, either way.

Said files were now shoved up your dress, pressed snugly against your stomach.

You felt bad, of course, but business was business. You were sure Hyunjin would do the same if the roles were reversed.

You forced yourself to look at the night-darkened world beyond the window, grateful you were only on the second floor. There was an excellently-placed bush beneath the window that would cushion your fall, then you were home-free.

Without giving yourself time to change your mind, you slung your legs out the window and jumped. Thankfully, your calculations proved true. The trimmed shrubbery caught you with ease and you walked away from the fall with minimal cuts and a slight adrenaline rush.

You glanced back at the second-story window above your head. “Sorry, Jinnie.” You felt the files still tucked beneath your dress and smiled sadly. “Knowing you, we’ll meet again soon.”

Hopefully, it would be in Fiji.

wowie, thanks for reading!! like and/or reblog if you liked it, if you can't tell I'm down bad for venom hyunjin. bye loves! - j

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